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it's new, the shape of your body | javier peña

Take The Weight Off His Shoulders - Chapter Five

Chapter Summary | A dead end following a lead at work leaves you tense, with Javi only too happy to help you destress.

Chapter Warnings | Mention of drugs, drug related violence and the drugs trade. Zero knowledge of how journalists find information in the 90s but we ride with it. Explicit smut, these two do some stuff in public that the lord wouldn't approve, fingering, Javi is a dirty talking menace.

Pairing | dbf!Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 3.5K

Authors Note | So, as well as being a sexy little dbf!Javi fic, this also has another overarching plot that I'm starting to introduce in this chapter - I really hope you like the addition of this other part of the story, as well as these two finally getting it on! Another huge shoutout to @undercoverpena who has been such a rock with this chapter, helping me smooth out the kinks to get it to where I wanted it to be. Thank you for the support so far. If you're enjoying this then reblogs and comments really do help and if you’d like to support me further, please consider a donation to my Ko-Fi.

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There’s a spring in your step when you walk into work on Monday. You’d spent all of Sunday is some sort of daze, thinking about what had happened with Javi and all the things that he’d promised you over the phone. You let your hand wander a little on Sunday night, bringing yourself off to his promise of showing you exactly what you’d been missing, so much so that the lack of sleep from keeping yourself awake didn’t bother you as you sat down at your desk, taking out your notes to start working on the piece for the newspaper about the drugs bust in town last week.

“You seem more chipper this morning,” Your boss muses, setting down a mug of coffee next to you like she always does each morning, “You sleeping better?”

The answer is no, not really, just that you’re awake for a far better reason that pining for your dad’s buddy, now you’re awake because he wants you just as much as you want him and those daydreams and the visions that come to you in your dreams are far nicer to deal with than the wondering of if you were going to make a fool out of yourself in front of him.

“Yeah, much better, thanks,” You smile, picking up the mug to take a sip, “I’m gonna start working on the bust story today, hopefully it’ll be ready by the end of the day.”

She places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a squeeze, “Nice work,” She smiles back at you, “Your stories have been really well received recently.”

She leaves you to it, letting you open your notebook, you rip the old pages out, lie them out on the desk in front of you, picking up a pen, putting it to the fresh page to start formulating the bare bones of the story.

It’s easy to start with the facts.

1. There’s a house in town had been involved in a police raid.

2. A large amount of both cocaine and marijuana had been seized.

3. The house had been empty.

4. The police had spoken to the neighbours.

You circle the last point on your notepad: no-one could figure out who would be responsible for storing that amount of drugs at the address. Staring at it, seeing it in a new order, your brain begins to think, wondering about how you might be able to dig deeper.

Something, the instinct that made all of this possible, tells you to start with who owns the house. Fingers typing, suddenly remembering that you’d overheard your dad talking with your mom a few days ago about how they’d tried that avenue and come up at a loss down at the station, but not why.

Opening the webpage for the public records for the county, your fingers drill in the address, clicking on the search result that pops up. Leaning forward in your chair, chin propped on your palm, you scan the information in front of you. There’s a list of everyone who had ever owned the address since it was built, starting from the first all the way down to the last, which is where you realise what the dead end is. The last owner was dead. Had been for almost a year, and the property was waiting to go up for sale again, which meant whoever had been storing the drugs in the house was squatting.

You let out a frustrated sigh, because if the police can’t figure it out from here then what makes you think you can. Except, when you sit there, tapping your fingers against the desk in frustration and realise you’d been there. You’d been in that house a few months ago with Liv, who had dragged you to some kind of party.

Almost automatically you’re reaching for the phone and dialing the number you’ve got memorized for her. She picks up on the third ring.

“Hello, this is Laredo insurance, you’re speaking to Liv, how can I help?”

You bite back a giggle at her customer service voice, it’s so unlike the girl you really know, “Hello bestie,” You greet, which has her gasping down the phone.

“Oh my god have I forgotten a lunch date?” She asks.

“No, it’s okay, don’t panic,” You say, “It’s a really random question, but you know that party we went to a few months ago, do you know who hosted it?”

You can hear her clicking her tongue in the background as she thinks, “I can’t even remember who invited us,” She sighs, as do you, “I think I just heard about it from someone, who’d heard about it from someone else.”

“God damn it.” You mumble, head in your hand.

“Is it important?”

“I don’t know,” You answer honestly, “It was the place that got busted last week, and I’m just trying to do some digging, but it’s okay, I’m sure if it’s meant to be I’ll figure it out.”

“I have every faith in you,” You can tell she’s smiling on the other end, “Listen, I gotta bounce, but how about we do drinks later on this week?”

“Sounds good, phone me later and we can sort it out.”

“Alright, bye bestie!”

You laugh and wish her a goodbye, deciding you’ve gone as far as you can with this for today. You save what you have of the story, thinking you could send it to your boss for approval as is, but deep down you know there’s something here you can pull on, something bigger than just busting a house full of drugs and taking them off the streets to be dealt, so you keep it to yourself for the rest of the day.

“I’m heading out,” Your boss speaks as she walks past your desk on the way out, “Did you get the story finished?”

A smile thrown her way in response, trying to cover the fact that you want more time, “Almost,” You speak, “Just a few more tweaks and a couple of things I want to check, but I’ll get it to you as soon as I can.”

She nods, seemingly pleased that you’re wanting to make it as perfect as possible, “No rush, we can hold it for a few days until you’re happy with it.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“Well, you have yourself a good evening and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You wish her the same, watching as she heads out, leaving you in the office alone. You sigh, annoyed that there’s nothing further you can really do. You save the document, gathering your things and deciding you can worry about what to do next tomorrow.

When you emerge from the front door of the office and look across the parking lot to your car, you’re taken aback to find Javier’s truck parked in the space right next to it. He’s leaning against the driver’s side of the truck, casual as anything, with his ankles crossed over each other and his arms crossed over his chest. He notices you stood still, motions you with his head to come over.

Your feet carry you across the parking lot, shoulders heavy with stress and that niggling feeling that you’ve been missing something all day, the one thing that’s going to make you realise what’s going on, but seeing Javi slip his aviators off his face and tuck them into his shirt, shooting a smile your way, you feel a little better.

“What are you doing here?”

He shrugs, in that cool, casual way that he always does, “Wanted to see you,” He reaches out, taking your hand in his to pull you closer, but does so whilst looking around, making sure no-one either of you know can see you, “Wanted to do this.”

Then he leans down, presses his lips to yours, one hand cradling your cheek. It’s different to the kiss at the ranch, it’s not rushed. He keeps his lips pressed against your own for a while, pulling away, but planting one right on your forehead as he leans back against the car.

You bite your bottom lip between your teeth, smiling a little as you feel the temperature rise across your face, “How did you know what time I finished?”

“Lucky guess,” He shrugs, “Thought if you didn’t come out within an hour I’d have just gone home, tried again tomorrow.”

“You would have waited for me for an hour?” You chuckle, leaning against your own car behind you.

“Yeah,” He nods with a smile, “Would wait a lot longer but you know how it is, things to do.”

You settle your back against the passenger side of your car, rubbing a hand up one of your arms, “You seem tense,” Javi observes, “What’s up?”

You consider telling him the whole story, but there’s something niggling in the back of your mind that this is something you should keep to yourself for a while, just until you can try digging for more information first. If you keep drawing up blanks then you can ask him, see if his expertise can offer any ideas, but for now, you keep it vague.

“It’s just work,” You shrug, “Deadlines and stuff, but I’ll be okay.”

You watch him look at you, those beautiful brown eyes looking directly into your own, his mouth pulled into a smirk, “You wanna take a drive?” He asks, head tilting to his truck, “Let me help with some of that stress.”

That familiar pool of arousal is settling in your tummy, excitement thrumming through your veins at what he means. He wants to touch you, and God do you want to touch him right back. But it’s getting late, and you know you’re parents are going to wonder where you are soon enough. There’s not enough time to go driving around, but you think there’s just enough time for something else.

You grin back at him, reaching to grasp his wrist in your hand, somewhat aware of how big he is when you can’t fit your fingers all the way round it. You drag him back across the parking lot, and down the side of the your office building. It’s a small alley, definitely not the most romantic spot, but at least it doesn’t smell, and unless someone is coming looking, you’re not going to be disturbed, most people having gone home from the offices on either side of you.

You go down just far enough that you’re in the shadows, far enough that even if someone did wander past, you’re going to be hidden as much as possible. You drop his hand as you lean back against the brick wall, staring at him as he takes a step closer to you, hands settling on your waist.

“You want me here?” He speaks lowly, bringing his face closer to yours, so close that you could reach up on your toes and kiss him, but you want to see if he breaks first.

You nod your head, tipping it back against the brick, shoving your hips off the wall as some kind of hint to him, “What do you want, hermosa?”

“Want you to touch me, Javi.” You breathe, leaning up just a touch so he can feel the breath from your lips across his.

“But I already am.” He smirks, eyes flitting to where his hands are resting on your hips.

With a roll of your eyes, you reach your own hand down your body, coming to rest of the waistband of your work trousers. You motion your head a little, dragging Javi’s eyes down to where your hand is resting on the button of your trousers, making sure he’s watching when you pop it open, dragging the zip down and then leaving it like that.

His own hand trails from your right hip, warm fingers brushing the skin you’ve revealed, but he doesn’t move them further, just lets his fingers rest on the skin as he brings his lips to your jaw, kissing softly from your chin, all the way up to the delicate skin behind your ear, “Want me to touch you here?” He all but growls into your ear as his hand sinks beneath your trousers, wide palm cupping you through your underwear, bringing a gasp from your throat, “Yeah, sounds like you do baby.”

You bring your hands up to rest on his shoulders – something to grip onto as his fingers trace along the seam of your pussy through the thin cotton of your panties. His touch is gentle, but the way his mouth is pressing hot and wet to the skin across your neck is anything but. It’s searing, and exciting, and wrong but in all the right ways.

“If I dip my fingers under here,” He asks, fingers toying with the elastic of your panties, “You gonna be wet for me, querida?”

“W-why don’t you find out?” You choke out, feeling him smile against the skin of your neck as his fingers dip just below the waistband of your panties, fingers dragging over the curls on your mound, down lower, until they’re so close to where you want them.

He dips his fingers through your folds, slipping them into you so easily. Your mouth drops open, his own so close to yours that you could feel his lips on yours as you moan, his fingers dragging out of you and up to your clit, where he starts gently circling.

“What’s got you all worked up, eh?” He asks, his other hand coming to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him, your mouth dropped open as he works his fingers across your clit, “Can’t just be from me right here,” He muses, “You been sat at your desk thinking about me?”

He presses his fingers more firmly across your clit, it feels so good, the way he’s working you, “T-think about you a-all the time.” You croak out from your throat, hips starting to move with his hand, needing something more.

“Naughty little thing,” He breathes into your ear, teeth nibbling lightly at your earlobe as his fingers drag from your clit back down to where you’re so slick for him, his fingers slipping back inside you, but curling up, finding a spot inside you that no-one had even shown you existed until now, “Feel good?” He asks, “You tell me what works, okay?”

You nod, two of his fingers working in and out of you. It feels good, but it’s nothing compared to the way he made you feel before, when his fingers trailed over your clit in little circles. You grip his wrist, “Outside,” You say simple, “Like how you were doing it before.”

He presses his lips to yours, dragging his fingers back up through your folds, using his middle finger to draw light circles over your swollen bundle of nerves, “Like this?” He asks, which is punctuated with a moan from your lips. It’s loud enough this time that his free hand is flying to cover your mouth with his palm, shushing you as he presses his body against yours, pinning you in place, his own excitement no longer hidden from you. You can feel the bulge of his cock through his jeans, pressing into your side as the movement of his fingers speeds up, just a touch.

Whilst it’s a familiar feeling – it’s the way you’re used to bringing yourself off, more often than not to the thought of the very man in front of you – there’s something so different about Javi being the one to have you dangling over the edge, teetering on the edge of pleasure just with his fingers.

“Tell me, bebita,” He coos into your ear, “Has anyone else ever made you come?”

His palm is still covering your mouth, so you can’t speak, so all you do is shake your head in response, watching as his eyes darken and he sticks his bottom lip out a little in a pout, “Poor girl,” He says, his middle finger speeding up just a touch again, pressing harder, “Shall we fix that?” He asks, which has you nodding your head so ferociously that it should be embarrassing, “Go on then,” He coaxes, “I know you’re close, just let go for me.”

If someone had told you months ago, before he’d reappeared in town, that Javier Peña would be the first man to make you cum, pressed against the brick wall of your office, with his hand clamped around your mouth to stop you from crying out, you’d have told them to get lost.

Your entire body shakes as your orgasm starts to ripple through you. White hot pleasure explodes across your lower body, your fingers dig into Javi’s shoulders, fisting the material of his shirt as he finally drops his hand from your mouth, gripping at your waist to keep your upright when the shaking of your legs threatens to topple you to the ground. His fingers are moving across you more slowly, but are adding just enough pressure to work you through those aftershocks, until it becomes too much.

Your forehead hits his shoulder, your hands wrapping around the breadth of his broadness as he drags his hand from your trousers, slipping both around your back to drag you into his body, “Did so good for me, querida.” He praises, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your spine through your shirt.

“Felt good.” You manage to mumble into the material covering his shoulder, pushing yourself back up and off him, hand trailing down his chest to try and touch him, return the favour, but he’s gripping your wrist to stop you.

“Not tonight,” He says, “Just wanted to make you feel good.”

“But-” You try to protest, but his grip on your wrist is strong and you can’t move it.

“I promise I’ll let you return the favour, but not tonight, okay?”

You nod your head. Javi brings his hands to your trousers, zipping them back up and pushing the button through the buttonhole. He tugs the hem of your shirt back into place, before he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. He glances at the watch on his wrist, clocking the time, “It’s late, querida,” He sighs, “We better get you on the road.”

And it’s a strange feeling, that this tiny little bubble is bursting so soon. You know it’s important to keep this under wraps, you’re sure no-one would be pleased to find out that Javier Peña, your dad’s friend, had been pinning you to a wall and coaxing an orgasm from you with his fingers, and there’s something about the secrecy of it all that makes it more exciting, but as you walk back to your respective vehicles, Javi so far away that you can’t reach out to touch him, it stings a little. Stings a little that you’re not going to get to be normal with him, that for now, your relationship, whatever that might be, is going to be kept secret, clandestine meetings and stolen glances wherever possible, when all you really want to do is grasp his hand in yours and shout to everyone that he belongs to you.

“We going to make this a habit?” You ask, unlocking your door and sliding into the drivers seat.

Javi keeps a hang on the top of the door, keeping it open for a while, “What?” He smirks, “Pressing you up against brick walls?”

“Pressing each other against brick walls,” You correct, “It’s your turn next time.”

He runs a ringer over his bottom lip, a habit you’ve known for years is something he does when he’s nervous or stressed, “I need you to know if I didn’t have to keep you a secret, I wouldn’t, okay?” You smile up at him, nodding your head, “I promise it won’t always have to be like this, but just for now, okay?”

“Okay,” You nod, “Now give me a kiss goodbye and let me go home.”

He does just that, leans down and gives you a kiss, one that you would class as proper this time, where he opens his mouth against yours, licks into your mouth, the coarse hair above his lip scratching lightly at your skin. He pulls away just a touch, pecking you on the lips once, then twice, then a final time, when you grip the collar of his shirt to keep him there just a little moment more.

“Go home, Javi.” You giggle when you finally let him go, “I’ll see you soon.”

He gives you a final chaste kiss to your lips then shuts your door for you, walking around your car to get in his truck. You wonder for a while if there’s going to a weird stand-off between the two of you, but he turns the key in his ignition and drives off with a final wave, leaving you to do the same.

When you pull up outside your home, you pull the mirror down, make sure nothing on your face gives away what you’d just been up to, smoothing down your hair. You take a second to take a few deep breaths, before you step out, going back to being the innocent daughter your parents still believe you to be.

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junebug-jamboree · 3 months

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ROLLBOTS LOST EPISODE CREEPYPASTA

Author’s note: I’ve been rewatching @indigosfindings' video about the pitfalls and virtues of creepypastas over and over again for a good long while. I found it a bit late, but it’s managed to find a spot on my endlessly rewatchables playlist. Because of all of this, I was inspired to write a creepypasta of my own in an attempt to hit almost all of the pitfalls at once. I also decided to make it about RollBots because of the line about it during the “empty replica” segment. I’ve never heard of this show, and I deliberately chose not to watch any of it in order to keep it as out of character as possible. I looked at the TV Tropes page for basic plot information and character names, but that’s it. Hopefully I did alright! :)

Quick note: This pasta has themes of murder and violence in it, and is not suitable for kids. Other than that, hope you all enjoy! :D

PART I: rollbots lost episoad Spin the Killer

I is was HUGE fan of rollbots when i was a kid, it was my favotire show ever, everyday after school i would wach it on the tv and i loved it so much. My favotire charcater was always Spin and i wanted to be just like him when i growed up. Oneday after shcool my mom took me to a garage sale at our neibors house, he was selling lots of old stuff, i was bored. I looked around and saw some old webkinz plushies, but i didnt want them because wekinz is for babys anyways. Suddnely i see a amazing sight, i see a dvd case with a familar round red charcater on it… it was a rollbots dvd!!!! I broght it to mom and sayed “mom can i buy this plz!!!!!!” mom sayed “NO” and i sayed “PLZ!!!!!” before mom could say no again the neibor comes over and says i can have it for free. I sayed “REALLY!!!!!” the neibor sayed “yes”, i was so so so happy!!! I went back home with my mom and i went to my room, i put the dvd into my mini tv, the menu had all the episoads! But thing that made me confusde is was that there was a extra episoad at the bottom of the menu,it was called “Spin the Killer”. Thats weird i thouhgt… I thouhgt the tittle of the episoad was just a glitch, I decided to wach the episoad but i shold not of wached the episoad! The begining of the episoad was just like any other it had all of the charcaters i know and love, but was diffrent was the theme song had words now. But not normal words… scary words! The words sayed in the song were “Killer spin is coming!” “You hide now! He come for you!” “Time to die!!!” i was creeped out. After the theme song it shown Flip City than it zoomed into the charcaters. Captain pounder was talking to Penny about what they were going to do today, penny sayed something about doing training to fight Vertex and the bad guys. What was weird thing was that her voice was all echoy and stuff. Suddnely Spin busts down the wall, he is holding an knife. I thouhgt that was weird because Spin is a good guy! Spin than says “Hello friends! Or should i say… GOODBYE!!!!” His eyes goes hyper rellistic and Spin then stabbes Captain pounder with his knife, black oil goes flying every where! I was so scared! Penny screams and trys to run away but then Spin pulls out a chainsaw and chasing her. Lance then come in and sayed “Spin what are doing!!!!” Spin then slice penny in half with his chain saw, covering every one in oil and sending metal parts everry where. Lance got chain swa away from spin, but Spin then pulled out a gun and sayd” You cannot stop me weakling!” Spin shoot Lance in the face, there was a hole on his four head that leaked oil. I thouhgt i was gonna throw up… Suddnely Spin looked staright at me and sayed “YOUR NEXT SAM…” the episoad ended right there. The dvd went flying out of tv and nearly cut my head of! I toke the dvd and smashed it into one millon pices, put the pices in a shoebox and burryd it in the back yard. That episoad was so scary that i didnot sleep for two days. If you see a rollbots dvd at a yard sale, DONT WACH IT!!!!! You will be scared for your life……

PART II: RollBots Lost Episode: “Spin the Killer”

I had a horribly traumatic memory from when I was a child. It involved my all-time most beloved TV show. It was a show called “RollBots,” and I watched it every day after I got home from school. The rich themes within the narrative captured my heart at a tender young age, and the characters were all well-rounded and three-dimensional; as if they were real people I could meet. Far and away, my favorite was Spin. The heroic leader of the noble bots, his mission was to keep Flip City safe from the clutches of Vertex and his army. When I was but a mere child, I greatly admired the round, red bot, and I wanted to be just like him one day. Heroic, noble, and having shoes the size of my head.

When I was about six or seven, I’m not exactly sure, I was at a yard sale with my mother, and I happened across a DVD of RollBots. The individual who was hosting the sale offered me the DVD for free; not a cent did I owe. At that moment, I felt like I was the luckiest child alive. Luckier than a five footed rabbit with fur made of four leaf clovers. Oh, how my little heart did backflips within my chest; the endorphins rushing from my brain to every other part of my tiny body. It was a high that I, in all of my years, have never been able to replicate. Not with mushrooms, weed brownies, mushroom brownies, or any other intoxicant substance. However, my RollBots related ecstasy was not meant to last.

An utterly wicked sight awaited me when I put the DVD into my TV, one that would haunt me for decades to come. A truly accursed episode of my beloved cartoon; an episode that felt as if it had crawled from the depths of the fiery underworld itself. It was as if the pixels on the TV screen were dyed from the tears of orphans, the polygons making the characters’ models carved from the calcified remains of man’s arrogance. It was not an episode of my dearest cartoon show, nay; it was a foul hallucination woven by Lucifer himself.

To this day, I haven’t, and don’t think I can, forget the sensations I felt while watching it. The sweat from my forehead seeped into the panda eared toque I wore, the wispy golden hairs on my arms stood on end, and my eyeballs went as wide as wide could go. They were like emerald colored satellites; in that they forcibly received and converted the data from the cursed episode and sent it to be branded onto the inside of my cranium. If I were to have my head cut open, the image of Spin with a knife would be found on my cerebellum; no doubt about that.

At the same time, I’d found myself at odds with my disgust, for I was deeply fascinated by this episode. I’d had an insatiable desire to know more about this episode, and who could have possibly created such an abominatious affront to Canadian CGI animation. Countless hours were poured into scouring the bowels of the internet for any information on the episode, and countless hours proved to be fruitless.

My biggest breakthrough yet came when I returned to my childhood home. When I looked out into the backyard, the memory came back to me; the memory of destroying the DVD, as if I were Hercules slaying the Hydra for the benefit of the world at large. I had sacrificed my childhood innocence by subjecting myself to such a rancid episode, and so I destroyed the only copy I knew of to prevent any other innocent souls from being snuffed out by that foul thing.

The shattered remains of the plastic disc cried out to me from their, what I assumed at the time to be, permanent, resting place. Like a moth to a flame, I found myself drawn to the voice. I got the shovel from the shed, and I dug into the earth in search of Pandora’s shoebox. Beyond the everpresent weeds, the forgotten plastic bits of toys, and the unmarked graves of hamsters long past, I found the patch of ground where not just the DVD had been laid to rest, but my own childhood innocence by proxy. The shovel tore through the soil and tossed it to the wayside as I made my way down.

The sight of the withered shoebox filled my head with emotions I thought were only perceptible to the mantis shrimp. An overwhelming sense of relief washed over me, in knowing that I hadn’t imagined the whole incident after a particularly nasty sugar binge. At the same time, I felt a strong sense of hatred for the DVD that ruined my life. I scooped up the shoebox with the gentle hands of a mother carrying her firstborn child, and I brought it with me back to my new house. Far away from the memories of the past, and into new horizons.

Once I arrived at my humble abode, I set the shoebox down on my desk. I knew what was to come from such an unholy process. Tonight, I was to take the shattered corpse of the DVD, and reanimate it. Super Glue would serve as the sutures to my very own monster, and I was to make myself into a proper Frankenstein. The task was a delicate one, so I couldn’t afford to let my emotions take me over like I did all those years ago. It was mind over matter; and I knew that logic and reason would triumph over the irrational fears of a young child. I channeled my rationality into my hands as I applied glue to every edge of the pieces of disc, unifying them once more.

20 grueling minutes passed me by, as if the time had been late for school and had rushed out the door with toast in its mouth. I looked at my finished handiwork for the first time, and I shed a single tear upon seeing the disc whole once again. It was time to face my childhood fears and play the disc one more time.

I delicately inserted the disc into the DVD slot, the euphoria of which was comparable to a night of passionate romancing with your mother. The inner workings of the machinery within my TV did what was required of them, and they read the disc without fault or error. The familiar episode layout appeared on the TV screen, and taking caution, I hovered the remote’s cursor over the last entry; the episode to end all episodes.

“Spin the Killer.”

I brought down my thumb against the play button on the remote with the same passion and fervor of a judge bringing down his gavel after sentencing a serial killer to the electric chair. I braced myself for the episode which was to come. I braced myself for all of the old wounds which were to be opened by the re-exposure to the cause of them.

To my surprise, the screen was completely blank. The TV screen was as dark as a moonless night. No stars, no sun, no galaxy. Nothing. I looked at the empty void portrayed on the screen with wide, spherical oculars. The more I observed, the more I began to see. The faint image of a red-hued sphere began to creep out of the shadows within the TV, icy blue eyes peeking out from the darkness like a tiger about to pounce on its prey. A grin crept across the round face of the red sphere, bright white teeth shattering the monotonous pitch black with their glow.

“Hello, Sam,” A voice spoke from behind me. I whipped my head around to see what the source of the voice had been.

“Or, should I say, goodbye,” the voice spoke again. This time, I knew the exact source of it. The moment I turned around, I was met with the vicious visage of the red robot that had shattered my childhood dreams.

It was Spin, live in the flesh (er, metal?), standing in front of me. In his robotic right hand was a Teruyasu Fujiwara knife, the stainless steel blade reflecting the light above in an odd fashion due to its rough-hewn texture. At that moment, I knew the last thing I would see in my short life would be the juxtaposition of the slightly bumpy texture of the blade with the delicate calligraphy on the side.

“Spin… it’s you,” I ejaculated.

“Who else would it be?” He announced as he held out his mechanical arms in a triumphant pose.

“But… Why are you here? How are you here?!” I interrogated. “You’re not real! You’re supposed to be a cartoon character!”

“I have my ways, dear,” Spin answered with a scoff and a crossing of the arms. “I’m here because I have something to say to you.”

“What is it?” I furrowed my brows in confusion. The robot cleared his throat before speaking once more.

“11 14 11 24 24 33 31 53 22 14,” he beeped in a series of mechanical whirrs.

“What does that mean?” I questioned.

“Here,” he answered, handing me a sheet of paper. “Use this.”

I carefully inspected the document he handed me. This is what it looked like.

“This makes no sense,” I articulated confusedly.

“It’s actually really simple,” Spin began. “You take the numbers I just said and run them through the cipher.” His black tipped finger pointed at the first tile of the square.

“I said 11, so that means you look at the square with 1 on the top and 1 on the side. Then I said 14, so now you go down to the one with 1 on the top and 4 on the side. Keep doing that until you’ve figured it out.”

“Oh, that makes more sense,” I articulated, knowledge-havingly. I decoded the cipher using the numbers Spin had beeped. Once I figured out the hidden message, all of the color left my face.

“Oh, my God…” I let slip, even though I’m a stone cold atheist. I believe in science, thank you very much.

“It’s true,” Spin hummed. “And I intend to do it to you, too.” He pointed the tip of his knife towards my colorless face.

“But… why? What did I do to you?” I fell to my knees and pleaded with the red sphere.

“It’s more about what you didn’t do,” He began. “You forgot about me.”

“I did?”

“Yes! You did!” Spin’s rather large sneakers squeaked against the floor as he paced around in front of me. “You stopped watching me and my friends. One thing led to another, and all of a sudden, no one was watching me anymore. No one even remembered my name.”

“No one? Not a single person?” I asked.

“No one. They were all busy playing Webkinz!” He shouted with a stomp of the foot for emphasis. “It’s like no one even cared about me.”

I bit my lower lip, realizing the error of my ways.

“It was horrible, being forgotten,” the bot continued. “It’s like I meant nothing to anyone. Not even you.”

“Me?!” I sputtered.

“Yes, you! Being forgotten by you was a fate worse than death. Worse than the heat death of the universe. Worse than pulling a hangnail too far! And do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I loved you.”

“Excuse me?” My jaw went slack as I did a double take.

“I looked forward to spending those after school days with you. I loved putting on a show to entertain you. You were my favorite human. I saw so much potential in you, and I wanted to mold you into someone I could be proud of. But you just… left.” The sadness was evident in Spin’s sapphire eyes, but behind the dual walls of blue was a burning hatred.

“So I came to a decision,” Spin decided as he slowly approached me. “I’m going to kill you. Just like I killed everyone else. And what fun I’ll have doing it.”

Without warning, the robot swung the knife at me. I narrowly dodged it, the tip of the blade grazing ever so slightly against my cheek. I took several steps backwards, bumping against the TV that I’d forgotten about.

“Don’t make this difficult, Sam,” Spin taunted as he approached.

Seeing an opportunity, I kicked the robot in the face and bolted out the door to my room. I practically flung myself down the stairs, momentum working both for and against me in my plight down the flight. Once I had reached the bottom, I scrambled back to my feet and booked it for the front door, the sound of squeaking shoe rubber following closely behind me. I quickly shut the front door and locked it, my hands trembling as I fiddled with my keys. The tip of Spin’s knife penetrated the wood of the door, which was my cue to run for my car; a 2004 Vauxhall Astra that sat parked in the driveway of my house.

I flung open the car door, got into the front seat, and pulled the door shut once more. I slammed the keys into the ignition and peeled out of my driveway faster than a bullet train, not bothering to fasten my seatbelt until I’d made it out of my neighborhood. Before I could think about where I could go next, a single antenna rose in my rearview mirror, followed by a pair of navy blue eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” I screamed as I lost control of my vehicle. I swerved into a wooded area and flipped the car over several times. The various objects within were sent flying; a travel mug full of days old coffee that I’d forgotten about popped open and splashed its contents all over the walls of the car. Broken glass pierced my skin, like the shadow version of having my ears pierced at Claire’s for my eighth birthday. Time seemed to stop, but also play in fast forward at the very same time. Such a paradoxical predicament would not go unnoticed by the universe at large, and so the car finally settled down in a wooded ditch.

I clamored out of the wrecked vehicle, battered and bruised from the experience, yet unharmed deeper than a superficial level. I rested on my hands and knees, trying to process all that had just happened. Numbers crunched in my head as I tried to reverse engineer the trajectory of the car and calculate the probability of my survival, but none of the numbers made any sense; not even to my intellectual self.

The area around me was an absolute mess. Copies of my resume from job interviews of the past lay scattered on the grass below. The cup holder between the front seats had popped out, revealing a cartoon shark imprinted on the bottom (I had always wondered where the hidden shark was on this particular model). Glass shards littered the ground like the workshop of an amateur mosaic artist. The car itself, my trusty steed in my quest to rid myself of the red robot, lay upside-down like a turtle flipped on its back. I shed a small tear upon seeing my prized Astra in such a sorry state.

My thoughts were interrupted by one of the rear doors opening, and a somehow completely unharmed Spin stepping out.

“Wow,” he remarked. “That was quite a ride, wasn’t it? Now, where were we?”

The red robot slowly approached me, knife still in hand. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming surge of emotions all in conflict with one another. Fear of my impending doom, rage at the betrayal of my childhood hero, thoughts of what I would say to my relatives if I had the chance, and who I would meet on the other side. But at the forefront of all of them, one emotion stood strong and true.

Logic.

I knew Spin was no match for my intellect. None of his dirty little tricks could even hold a candle to my divine wisdom. Not even one of those tiny candles that are put in jack o’ lanterns. Not even a candle made by the world’s smallest candlemaker for the world’s smallest candelabra. All of Spin’s candles were the smell of a body shop, while mine were the smell of cold hard facts.

So that was exactly what I decided to use to my advantage. I stood up and adjusted my collar before speaking.

“Fine, then,” I spoke. “If you want to kill me, then kill me. I’m ready for you.”

“Well, alright then,” Spin responded. “I just might have to take you up on that offer.”

“Yes, indeed,” I declared back. “But I have just one thing I want to say first.”

“Oh?” Spin asked, bemused. “And what would that be? What are your final words?” I grinned with delight, as he’d fallen straight into my trap.

“THIS! STATEMENT! IS! FALSE!!!” I bellowed at the top of my lungs. Spin seemed taken aback by my outburst.

“Is… is that true?” He asked again.

“Yes!” I shouted. “It’s true that this statement is false!”

“But- but- that doesn’t make sense!” The robot took a step back, dropping his knife and clutching his head in confusion. “How can it be true if it’s false?”

“It just is,” I retorted with a confident smirk.

“N-no! It can’t be!” Smoke began to seep from Spin’s circular head. “It’s just not right!”

Those ice blue eyes, which moments ago had instilled fear into my heart, now had a look of utter terror on them. The frightener had become the frightened, it seemed.

“How does that make you feel, smart boy?” I asked the round robot, who at this point was now in a desperate frenzy. The circuits in his head were in overdrive, trying to comprehend my prior proclamation.

“This is… this is…” He stammered as his eyes jittered in place. “THIS IS ALL WRONG!!!”

Without warning, the robot’s head burst into flames, shards of metal being sent in all directions. His metal arms were blown off to either side, and the flaming remnants of his lower half fell to the ground; knees first, followed by the lower half of the head.

I looked on at the display in front of me, and I couldn’t help but smile. I had slain the beast with nothing but my wits. Such a feat, I believed not even the cosmos itself would be able to replicate; not even in billions of years. I had proven to myself, and the world at large, that once again, facts and logic prevail over all adversity.

Once the fire had died down, I knelt down at Spin’s lower half, removed his large sneakers, and put them on myself. I then began to walk out of the woods in search of the nearest gas station.

It was time to treat myself to some coffee.

#junebug-jamboree #op #sfw #writebug #crappypasta #trollpasta

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A Worm

Fredrick-104

While out in the field. Fixing the wheel on the Worthog.

Reader: "Hey Fred?"

Fred-104: *Hums in response. Keeping watch over the open field as he holds the Worthog up so that you could fix the wheel.*

Reader: *Pausing from loosening the lug nuts.* "Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

Fred-104: "I." *He stops. Trying to figure out if all those 'crayons' you had eaten earlier were messing with you.* "Y/n why would you be a worm?"

Reader: *You shrug and go back to twisting off the lug nuts. Tossing them into an old tin cup as you respond. Alibiet quietly.* "Dunno. But would you?"

Fred: *Sighs and stays quiet for a minute as he looks down at you. Your face dirtied and bruised. There's a hopeful look in those eyes of yours. Those eyes that have yet to dull even this far into the war.*

Fred: *He could tell that this meant something to you. He just couldn't tell what. And clearly he had taken to long to answer because you bit your lip and looked away. Shoulders hunching towards your ears as you went back to the busted tire.*

Reader: *You were a little embarrassed now. Maybe all of your dumb questions were now catching up to you with this one. Maybe Fred had just hit his limit with your shenanigans. Either way.* "Nevermind. It was a dumb-"

Fred: "Yes." *Something in his chest burned when you looked up at him. A grin so wide it was a wonder how your cheeks didn't hurt.* "I'd keep you in my pocket. Now pull the tire off. This is getting heavy."

Honestly he couldn't fight of his own smile on the way back. Your own bright grin almost blinding the entire way there.

Linda-058

The two of you had been meditating. Well. Linda still was. You were laying on the floor with your head in her lap. Counting every breath she made as you waited.

Reader: "Linda. Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

Linda: *Barely opens her eyes. You catch a sliver of green before she closes them again.* "Depends. Did I know you before you were a worm or are you just a random worm that I met?"

Reader: *You think for a moment. Reaching up to play with Linda's dog tags when they fall out of her shirt.* "You would know me before I was a worm. Doesn't make sense if i'm already a worm."

Linda: *You catch the barest hint of a smile on her lips before she's looking down at you. Red hair falling loosely past her shoulders. Her hand curling around your own."

Linda: "Then yes. I'd even have the UNSC make you your own sniper rifle so you could get into places I couldn't."

Reader: *Laughing softly.* "How am I supposed to shoot if I don't have hands?"

Linda: Thoroughly amused with you. Loving the silly questions you'd have for the others and her. The humanity that you would draw forth from them.* "You would have a tail though."

Reader: "Oh ya! Worms do have tails!"

The two of you were in the mess hall. Going over your respective playlists together and swapping old rock music when you randomly ask the question.

Reader: "Kelly. Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

Kelly: *Shrugging. Fred had told her about your strange question a couple of days ago.* "Ya."

Reader: *Beaming.* Really?"

Kelly: *She thinks its cute the way your hands patter against the table in your excitement. The grin on your face and the way your laugh sounds as it spills from your lips.* "Yep. Maybe we could get you some Spartan armor. Then you could be the strongest worm in the universe." *She nudges your foot with hers beneath the table.* "You could give the Hunters a run for their money."

Reader: *You snort a laugh. Adding on a led zeppelin song to the playlist.* "Now you're just messing with me." *You wave a finger at her. Laughing as you do so.*

Kelly: *She smiles. Picking an apple off her tray and handing it to you.* "Maybe. Now here. Eat."

Reader: *You look at her. Dead pan as you hold the apple, your elbow on the table as you look to it then her.* "Is this because of the worm thing?"

John-117

You had just finished training with John. You were tired, sore, and sitting cross legged on the floor. You were curled over your water bottle as you waited for John to finish up.

John-117: *Unwinding the wraps from his hands. Sitting on the floor across from you. Waiting for you to catch your breath before beginning your stretches.*

Reader: *You were regulating your breathing. Watching as John unwrapped his hands. The movements were methodical. Almost mechanical in their familiarity with the action. Slowly, more and more of his paled, scared skin was shown to you.*

Reader: *Your own still wrapped hands tighten around your bottle. You could feel your heart flutter in your chest as you open your mouth.* "Hey Chief?"

John-117: *Hums to let you know that he is listening. Moving to unwrap his other hand.*

Reader: "Would. Would you still love me if I were a worm?"

John: *Stops altogether. Blue eyes pinning you down. Searching over you. He sees your near death grip on your bottle. Could hear the hitching of your breath. See's the way your chin ducks down into your chest.*

John: "Why would you be a worm?"

Reader: *You glance away and shrug your shoulders. Feeling a little silly now.* "Dunno. Just am." *You begin to unwrap your hand. Trying to search for something to do besides stew in your own emotions.*

John: *Finishes unwraping his and begins to help you with yours. He knows you didn't need it but still.* "How did you become a worm?"

Reader: *You shrug your shoulders and try to will your shaking hands to still.* "Dunno." *You watch as John soothes your first freed hand. Feeling comfort from it and his calloused fingers trail against your palm. Feeling comfort from his steady warmth.*

Reader: "Does it matter?"

John: *He was trying to calm you in one of the few ways he knew how. That by being close to you and letting you move, work with your hands, allowed to to speak more easily.* "It does. I'd want to know how to turn you back. The universe is dangerous for a worm."

Reader: *You don't say anything for a moment. Mulling over your thoughts as John guided you through the first of your stretches.*

Reader: "Would you still love me though?"

John: *Pauses in what he's doing. One of his large hands is still pressed to your back. Moving upwards as you sit upright. Its steadying. Grounding as you look up at him.*

John: "I would find a way to turn you back." *His chest hurts when your face falls. He sighs a breath when you let out a soft 'oh'. And look away.*

John: "Look at me." *He's still kneeled down next to you so he moves to sit instead. It almost hurts him when you do look at him. Eyes glossy and he could tell that you were biting the inside of your cheek.*

Reader: "Ya Chief?" *Your voice is tight. You don't know why this mattered so much to you but it did. The others would be ok if you were a worm. Why not John?*

John: *Softly bumps you chin with his knuckles.* "I'd change you back from a worm because I would miss you."

Reader: *You tilt your head. Confused. Mainly because that wasn't the question.* "What do you mean?"

John: *Looks over your shoulder. Surveying the room before turning his attention back to you.* "Worms don't talk. Worms don't ask the questions you do." *Worms don't fill that empty spot in his chest like you do. The thought of losing you. Just the thought.*

John: *Taps a finger against your cheek.* "And worms don't care if people love them." *And oh how his heart burns when you cry. Brushing away the tears before more could form.*

John: "I would find a way to turn you back."

I love you how you are.

#halo #incorrect halo quotes #John 117 #kelly 087 #linda 058 #fred 104 #reader being reader #Halo x reader #blue team

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dearmrsawyer · 6 months

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hello! it has been a long time since i've talked through my day! this one had such a big turnaround that i needed to document it, mostly for myself.

i had an appointment with a 'root canal specialist' today bc i had my first app with my new dentist a couple of weeks ago and his xray revealed an abscess wow how fun :) i couldn't feel it bc that tooth has a decade old root canal so there are no nerves to reveal there is anything going on!! fun!!!! he's a super nice dentist, i like him but he made me very panicked lol he was showing me how close it is to my sinuses on the xray. so he was like 'go see this guy asap' bc he wanted to know whether there was a chance my old root canal could be redone or if i'd have to get the whole tooth removed/an implant, all for the low low price of $5-6000 🙃 but obviously you can never see specialists asap!!! so i've been walking around for 2.5 weeks with dread/phantom pains that by the time i saw him the infection would've spread and idk had catastrophic consequences??? and then today when i went there was CONSTRUCTION at the turn i needed to make and the road was closed and i was like i don't know how to get there from another street??!?!?!??! i spent 10 minutes driving through suburban streets and my navigation kept trying to take me back to the original route with the closed road, and its the middle of town so there was nowhere i could just temporarily stop and look at the map, and i called them almost crying to let them know i'm coming but i might be late bc i just can't navigate these streets jegjkdgkjdkg

anyway i MADE it, i think i parked in another business's parking lot and just hoped they didn't care lol and then the lady at the desk was like 'our other specialist will have to see you bc the guy you're here for isn't here' so i was feeling uhhhh not good after my dentist talked him up so much. AND my dentist didn't send over my electronic referral and i had LITERALLY been stressed that he would forget to do exactly that for the whole 2.5 weeks oh my god, thankfully they didnt even seem to care. but then as i was filling out the paperwork in the waiting room 'no judgment' came on, and then 'wolves' right after??? and i was like this seems deliberate to try and calm me down 😂 and when the substitute specialist called me in he was so extremely calming and talked me through my options, one of which is indeed to try and redo the root canal bc he's confident he can, it would still cost a lot but wayyyyy less. he also said i could 'do nothing' (which is obv risky, and i would never do nothing, but that made me realise my infection is not about to bust through and spread across my sinuses any second, one fear down!). he was just softly spoken and super relaxed and he made me feel like this was not in fact a crisis and said i could go and think about what i wanted to do, and just call for an appointment when i decided. and then when i went out to pay 'i want to write you a song' was playing 😭 i asked the receptionists if there was a 1d fan in the house and one of them said it must just be a random playlist on spotify, so this was all a complete coincidence????? i told them i was enjoying it very much.

anyway long story short i had already taken the rest of the afternoon off work to go work in the garden, but figured there was a good chance i'd be so down about an unexpected and immiment $5000 hit that i wouldn't want to do anything, but i drove home feeling extremely reassured that i had options and i was not on the clock to decide, and also very relaxed by 1d playing in the background the entire time. i have also been extremely stressed that i would need to take the next step asap and this would be such a bad time as mum is working 50 hour weeks right now bc of the referendum, so i am on caring duty with nonna/nonno anytime we don't have carers here. but there's time! i had a v good afternoon in the garden after all!

#i am extremely comfortable at the dentist (i had the kindest dentist all through childhood/adolescence/early adulthood)#(who put lots of time into making us comfortable/safe in his chair when we were tiny)#but i have a lot of dental fear bc you only get one go #(i have v regular dreams of my teeth falling out lol)#i also have v weak teeth rip my mouth is a filling factory #i do eat a lot of sugar lol but my teeth clearly suffer more than other ppl i know who eat just as much #anyways the point is everything was monumentally stressful/scary until i stepped inside that place #im very thankful with how the entire appointment played out #for the substitute specialist and also for the soothing tunes lol #im not sure what i will do yet but i will think about it. bc i can!#i am crediting god for this one 😂 he took good care of me today #tp

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 59. brb x oc

a/n: i am. so cold. i had to type this chapter under the covers and it was very hard

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: Fluff, slightly suggestive???

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The good news was that her father knew someone who could take her car immediately and pay her for it, she wasn’t even that sad in reality that she didn’t get a lot of money out of it, she was upset that she now no longer had a car. She didn’t even know what car she could get now, she’d love a new one, but she also had bills to pay.

Rooster leans on the railing as Beatrice lies on the bed staring at the ceiling, tilting his head with a small smile, “Baby.” he calls but she doesn’t move, she just keeps clenching her hands on top of her stomach with her jaw tight. He sighs, pushing himself forward to lie next to her, pulling her immobile body to his so her face was tucked on the curve of his shoulder, “Baby, talk to me.” she just makes a defeated sound against his skin in response.

After a couple seconds she finally says, “...I can’t believe I’m feeling sad because of an old car.” she murmurs, “One that’s been giving me issues for months, I should be happy it’s done with.” but that was the very first car she got, of course it was Guillermo’s first and she technically already got a busted up vehicle…but it was her in the end.

“I mean,” he shrugs with one of his hands coming up to cup the back of her head, “I’d be pretty upset if my car suddenly stopped working.”

“Your car is new Roos. You can get it fixed if that happens.” Beatrice counters, “Mine just was a driving fossil that honestly lasted longer than anyone thought it would.”

Bradley hums, moving his fingers in a circular motion against her scalp as she just sighs against him, “It was still your car.” Beatrice makes a noise of displeasure, burying her face even further against his neck, “Well, then what do you want to do now? You wanna get a new car?”

“I guess?” she groans, “It’s just…I don’t know what sort of car I’d like.” she pauses, furrowing her eyebrows and then lifting her head to look at him, “I…hm.” he arches his eyebrows for her to continue, Beatrice taps her hands together, “I…well, actually, I kinda know what sort of car I’d like.”

“Okay, hit me.”

Beatrice seemed nervous for some reason, avoiding his eyes before she explains, “I’ve always liked Volkswagen Beetles. My nonna had a 1971 red beetle she drove everywhere until she couldn’t anymore and my dad had to sell it. I’m not saying I’d like a ‘71 Beetle but I guess I’d like a Beetle?” she blinks, “Am I making sense?”

Bradley smiles, cupping the side of her face to rub her cheek, then pulls on the lower lip she was starting to bite on nervously, rubbing the irritated flesh soothingly, “Of course you are.” he chuckles, “Okay, so we have a new option. What next?” Beatrice frowns again and shrugs, supporting her face on both hands “Do you want to call your dad and ask his opinion?”

“I could.” she mutters, “But still I’d have to, you know check the prices and whatnot.” she groans, sliding her hands from her jawline to rub her face, headache returning the more she thought about it “But there is…another option…I also really like Jeeps. I kinda wanted a Jeep Wrangler.”

A Beetle he could see Beatrice driving, but a Jeep Wrangler was definitely something new. But she surprised him before, he shouldn’t even be shocked anymore “...okay then we have two options now.” he kinda liked the idea of both of them having similar cars, of course not exactly the same but similar “I like the idea of a Jeep, though. They are useful.”

Bea chews her lower lip, rubbing her hands together, “Well…yeah, but they are also more expensive than a beetle.” she mutters, dropping her face back against his shoulder to huff in indignation, “This is awful, Roos. If I ask my dad he’s going to say I should get something like…a van or whatever. I don’t want a van. I want a car that I like.”

He kissed the top of her head, smiling when she looked up at him with those big green eyes, “We’ll figure something out.” Beatrice furrows her eyebrows, looking away from him, “I can give you a ride anywhere you’d need me to, babe. You know I don’t mind.”

“I know, and I really appreciate it, Roos.” She smiles, leaning up to kiss him sweetly, before she pushes herself to sit on her knees, resting her hands between her legs as she purses her lips in thought. She slides her hand in her back pocket when she feels something poking her, only to touch the sleek surface of Marcus’ business card.

Rooster follows her hands with his eyes as she pulls the card out, already pushing himself to a sitting position so he could have a better look. “What’s that?” She hesitates on showing him the card, but eventually turns it towards him so he could grab it and bring it closer to his own eyes.

“When I went to visit Evelyn, well, she had a friend over and his name is Marcus Beverly,” Rooster showed no reaction at the name, much like she did when she was told, “And he was looking for a model for a photoshoot and…um…he saw me and thought I was perfect for it.” Now that got his attention, his eyes slowly lifted from the card towards his red faced girlfriend who was now once again biting her lower lip.

“Wait,wait.” he has to close his eyes to remember the words she just said, “He wanted you? What kind of photoshoot is it?”

“I-I’m not sure, he just said I was perfect for it. And Evelyn said I don’t have to do it but he said I’d get paid handsomely.” he didn’t know how to feel about knowing his girlfriend was asked to be part of a photoshoot by a guy he had never heard of before.

He hums, flipping the card between his fingers, seeing the man’s name written in golden letters on the back of the piece of paper. Bradley takes a while to reply, still digesting her explanation, “And he gave you his card.” she nods, still biting her lower lip anxiously, wringing her hands together, “Well, what do you want to do?”

“I-I don’t know Roos. No one ever offered me a model job before.” she says while moving her hands up in the air only to drop them by her sides “He said I have the beauty he’s looking for…I was just thinking, I mean, I dunno, maybe the money would help? Especially because of the car and us moving together? Depending on how much it is, it could definitely help.”

Rooster taps the thin paper on his palm, pursing his lips as he thinks, “I think we need to know more about him. About this job too, I don’t want to tell you what you can and cannot do, baby. You know that. If you feel safe about it and you think it’ll help, then I’m all for it.” her smile softened over his words and she cupped his face to kiss him, rubbing his cheekbones before pulling back.

“Thank you.” she whispers, “But you are right, I should research who he is and all that.” She pulls away from him to grab her laptop while the pilot leans his back against the headboard with his hands interlaced on top of his lap. He wondered what exactly this job would be about, of course he could help Beatrice get a new car if she wanted to but he also knew she’d never forgive herself if he spent so much money on something that she’d want. Would probably figure ways to pay him back too.

She returns to the bed after plugging her laptop and placing it on top of her crossed legs, already typing the guy’s name on the search bar and waiting until the results show up. Apparently he was sort of a big deal in California, a local fashion designer who was now branching to out of state ventures. Beatrice leans on a hand as she looks around the website, seeing the past collections and blinking in surprise when she sees that most of the models he liked to use were women of various sizes and skin colors, which to her was already interesting.

Not to mention the clothes were really pretty, each collection had a name of either a goddess or it was something mystical. The collection she assumed he was talking about was only called ‘summer collection’ and there were no pictures of what it looked like. Interesting that she was still considering this, after all it wasn’t not long because of the money but she would be seen by she didn’t know how many people. What if there was a billboard? Or was she going to be seen only on the website?

“Well…he seems legit.” she murmurs as she bites the corner of her thumb, furrowing her eyebrows to turn towards Rooster, “Should I give him a call?”

Her boyfriend moves his gaze from the laptop screen to her face, “I think you should wait until New Year.” he smiles, “Because he knows that now is the holidays baby, he can wait a little bit right?” Beatrice nods in agreement, sighing softly as she still looks down to her laptop, then drops the lid shut hiding it from their view.

“...yeah, you are right.” she says, putting the laptop aside to cross her arms and lean back against the headboard just as he was. She bites her lower lip again, furrowing her eyebrows a bit, “Is it a crazy idea?” she asks, “To accept it?”

Rooster considers his words for a few seconds, then mirrors her position by crossing his arms as well, licking his lips before speaking, “I think if you think it’ll help it’s not crazy. If this guy is serious about giving you this model job and the money will be good money, then I don’t think it’s crazy at all.” he sees her chew her lower lip even harder, tsking under his breath to use his hand to pull it from between her teeth, “Bea, baby, you are overthinking about it.”

“I am…” she confesses, “It’s just…what if it’s a swimsuit photoshoot Roos? And I have to wear…bikinis and such? Or something that barely covers me?” she is too busy worrying to notice how his eyes darkened and dropped all over her figure slowly, only noticing he’s too quiet after she explains what was bothering her. She meets his eyes again, his eyes that now were such a deep brown she could no longer see where the iris was.

“I’m not complaining if it is.” he finally says, the corner of his lip quirking up amusedly at her red face, “You are gorgeous, whatever it is you’ll have to do you’ll look beautiful doing it.” she should’ve known that Rooster would be anything but against it, he wasn’t a guy who got jealous like that often. Actually he rarely got jealous, he was too busy being an amazing boyfriend to be jealous of her and not to mention, she never did anything to make him jealous at all.

Beatrice’s cheeks get darker but she’s smiling, “You think so?”

“Baby,I know so.” he chuckles, rubbing her chin sweetly before he leans closer to peck her in the middle of her forehead, “You have nothing to be nervous about, if it’s something like that. You have an amazing body,” oh her cheeks warm up even more now, “And think about it, some other people with the same body type as you would be inspired the moment they see your photoshoot.”

Oh.

She hadn’t thought about that.

Considering her own issues buying clothes her size because the models were always a size minimum when it comes to advertising, she always wished she could see more people like her wearing the clothes on the racks. It has gotten better now, but there was still a long way to go. Maybe she could help a teenage girl who is going through the same things she did when she was in school, maybe she could be the one thing that someone sees when trying to step out of their comfort zone. “That’s a really good point.” he smiles in agreement, tipping his head in a ‘thank you’ “I guess you are right, I’ll just wait a bit you know? Think about it better, I also have other things to worry about like the NYE party.”

“You do.”

Beatrice smiles a bit more, hugging his neck to kiss his lips repeatedly, “Thank you, you are,” she cups his cheeks for a deeper smooch, “The sweetest guy ever.” she says against his lips giggling when he wraps his arms around her middle to bring her flush against him, dropping back on the bed to lie on the mattress. He breaks the kiss to tuck a strand of brown hair behind her ear, rubbing her red cheek with the side of his thumb, just admiring her sweet face.

The more he looked at her, the more the words inside his brain repeated itself. But no, they had to move in together first, then they’d worry about that. Even if he desperately wanted, even if his heart was one hundred percent certain what he wanted to do he still had to wait. They’d have time to talk about it, surely.

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In the next morning, after Beatrice’s pole dancing class, she commented with Shells the proposition she got as the two went out for boba tea, while the weather was colder they were both warmed up from their practice to drink anything else but that. So while they were sitting on the pink pleather chairs from the boba shop, Beatrice explained to her friend what happened.

Shells sipped her taro milk tea boba while supporting her head on a hand, taking her time to pop the bubbles in her mouth as she listened to Beatrice’s explanation, “...wow, holy shit.” the blonde laughs when Bea is done, “You know how often that happens in real life? Never. That shit is only common in movies.”

Beatrice nods, stirring her black straw inside the cup to mix some of her black tea “I know, that’s why I’m telling you. You, Ev and Rooster are the only ones who know. I already talked to Roos and he thinks if I’m safe doing it I should do it.” she shrugs, finally slurping her tea once she’s done mixing everything.

“Well, he’s supportive of you.” Shells smiles when her friend blushes a bright red, avoiding her gaze, “Not to mention, he’d love to see you all dressed up.” her blush intensifies, “You want to call the guy after NYE?” Beatrice nods, telling Shells it only makes sense since the photoshoot is scheduled for February but she had no idea what else she could do, “You think this is a new career path for you? Are you abandoning us to become a supermodel?”

Beatrice scoffs, shaking her head and placing her cup down, “No, of course not. This is a one time thing, I wouldn’t want to be a model forever Shells, don’t be silly.” she looks down at the baby blue colored napkins, sighing softly, “It’s just to help me get a new car.” she almost said ‘and to save money when we move in together’ but she held that back just in time.

“And what car do you wanna get?”

“I’m choosing between a Volskwagen beetle and a Jeep Wrangler.”

Shells blinked her eyes twice, a confused smile forming on her face imagining her friend driving such a big car was hilarious yet so fitting for Beatrice. She knew that Bea had her very specific tastes in several things and she wasn’t surprised that a Jeep Wrangler would be one of her choices for cars, “Well those are indeed choices, huh? You do you ,queen, you do what’s best for you.” she holds up her plastic cup in a cheers move.

Beatrice laughs softly, touching their cups together before she sighs, folding her arms on the table so she looks at the outside with her eyes turning soft, ‘You know, we hit five months.” she begins, “Me and Roos, we’ve been together for five months already, isn’t it crazy?”

“I don’t think it’s crazy at all, I knew it’d happen.” Shells shrugs with a grin, “You two goobers were crazy for each other from the beginning.”

Beatrice drops her head in a soft laugh, looking at her phone background and seeing their picture there. “I know, it’s…well, you know I guess now it finally hit me that we are together. You know? I never thought it’d be like this.” and she was happy she took the risk, happy that she accepted going out with him and happy that she chose to remove the fears from her past relationship before going to this one.

The blonde smiled while leaning on a hand, “You deserve it, babes. You do. And if Rooster ever messes up you better know he’ll have to deal with me.”

“I’ll let him know.” Bea laughs, looking down at her phone when she gets a message from him, “Speaking of the devil, he’s already here.” She is picking up her jacket and cup, standing to her feet with Shells close behind, the two women walking out of the boba shop and looking around in hopes to find the blue Bronco. Beatrice grins once she spots it, Rooster’s grinning face appearing behind the glass, “I’m going to go then, I see you tomorrow?”

“You bet, babes.” Shells smiles, giving her friend a quick hug and waving her goodbye when Beatrice speeds her step to get to the truck.

The brunette opens the door after wrapping her jacket around her waist, “Hi.” she says, leaning closer to greet him with a kiss, chuckling when he hums happily after swiping his tongue on her lower lip.

“You are tasting pretty good there,” he murmurs, slowly breaking the kiss to give her a smile and lower his sunglasses just enough so she could see his eyes. She holds up her drink for him to take a sip, which he does, smacking his lips once he swallows, “Nah, you taste better.” he chuckles when she swats his shoulder playfully, turning on the car to get out of there “So, how was your day?”

“Pretty good, actually.” she says as she adjusts herself on the seat, running her hands on her hair when it starts to fall off her bun. “Yours?”

“Fine, actually. I was the only one at the gym today for some reason and I talked to Mav.” Beatrice arches her eyebrows with a smile, “Yeah, him, Penny and Amelia are having a lot of fun together. They are coming back on January 4th.” he looks at the red light above their heads, waiting for it to turn green so they can move again “But yeah, my day was pretty good too.”

“I’m glad they are having fun, they deserve it.” she says sweetly, looking at the light just like he was, patting her hands on her thighs as they waited, “I also talked to Shells, about the..photoshoot thing.” he hums meaning he’s listening to her, so she continues, “She thinks I should do it too, so…yeah,I’ll call him after the holidays.” which was good enough for her, it’d give her enough time to plan, better yet she’d call him after her trip with Rooster. She could do that, she wasn’t nervous about it at all.

Maybe she was a little bit, but it was for a good reason!

She still had a lot to think about, especially if the offer wasn’t as helpful as she’d think. Her train of thought breaks when her phone pings with a message from a number she doesn’t recognize but apparently knows her. When she opens it, she’s surprised to see it was from a former classmate of hers, a girl named Lily-Anne who used to be the ‘class president’ back then.

‘Hi, Beatrice! It’s been so long since we talked! First of all, Happy Holidays and great happiness to you. I am just messaging our lovely classmates to announce our reunion has a date and I was wondering if I could count on your presence on March 31st? Can’t wait to hear from you! xoxo Lily-Anne!’

First of all, they never talked more than a couple sentences. Second…there would be a reunion? They’ve been talking about this for so long she genuinely thought nothing would come out of it after all from what she heard, a lot of her classmates were living out of state. She frowns, about to delete the message but she stops, thinking that maybe she should think about it…would it be so bad to have a reunion? After all they were all adults now, they all had jobs and lives and their personalities changed right?

…yeah, she didn’t really believe that.

Bradley, who hears her sigh for a second time, finally takes notice she’s looking at her phone and worried it’s one of those accounts from before immediately asks her if everything was alright, “I got a message from an old classmate about a reunion. And I am trying to explain how I’m not interested in going.”

He arches his eyebrows behind his sunglasses, parking the car on her driveway to have a better look at her, “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t go.” he says, knowing very well from her own words what she went through during that time, “When is it?”

“March 31st.” she huffs, “You know what, I’ll ignore it and answer after everything is done with. I mean, what the hell? Sending this to me during the Holidays?? It’s stupid and she just did this because she knows people have free time now to talk to her but I will not.” he chuckles at her annoyed face, walking out of the car to follow her to the front door, seeing how her scowl only deepened the longer she stared at her phone.

Beatrice turns to look at him after petting Jolene, hearing his soft chuckle ,”What?” she asks while crossing her arms and tossing her phone on the couch. The pilot smiles more, lifting his sunglasses to his hairline and approaching her with his arms parted, then engulfing her in a hug. Her body relaxes immediately, her soft breathing hitting his chest as he keeps her there, she’s been going through a lot these days and he felt it was taking a huge toll on her, even if she denied it.

The photoshoot proposition, then the car, and now this reunion thing would just add to her anxiety and he wanted to help her with that. “Baby, it’s okay.” he chuckles, “Let’s just ignore the people we don’t like and we’ll be fine.”

“...yeah.”

“And watch some movies while doing so?”

Beatrice laughs against his chest, her warm breathing hitting his skin, “After I shower, yeah.” she said, “I’m all sticky.” she steps away from him to reach the stairs, her boyfriend following close behind and smirking at her when she turns to face him, “...ah, of course, we could save water.”

His smirk only widens, “I love the way you think, gorgeous.” anything to get her mind out of things.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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digestionsack · 2 years

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Mike’s Playlist Analysis: Part 3

And now…The Song.

What would that be, you ask?

*drumroll*

“Vale of Shadows” by Gunship!

I’m really surprised that I haven’t seen any deep analyses on this song in the Byler tag (correct me if there are some), because…this song has a lot of foreshadowing (or, what I hope is foreshadowing). Maybe it’s because the song is in the middle of the playlist, or because the title does not obviously hint at Byler endgame. But…the entire damn song could be one big S5 spoiler. I had so much fun analyzing the fresh fuck out of this song, because there was just so much. Alright, here goes…

The Title

On the rare occasion that I heard anyone mention this song in re of Stranger Things, it was to say that, based on the title, the song had something to do with Will and his connection to the UD (hence Vale of Shadows). And I totally get that—this song definitely has a lot to do with the UD. But it’s not about Will…

The Lyrics

I have something to say about nearly every line in this song, so let’s go through it all, starting at the beginning…

“Open the gates/this old dragon’s heart is bleeding/Won’t you come inside”—The Gate was a huge thing in S2, without a doubt. “Open the gates” usually implies going through them (especially with “won’t you come inside”), so I think this means that Mike will officially be going into the UD in S5. I initially worried that this song was foreshadowing S2 instead, but that I don’t think that’s the case because a). Mike hasn’t technically been in the UD yet. He’s been in the tunnels, but that’s the extent of it, and b). there’s a lot of mentions of dragons, which weren’t a part of S2. I think the mention of a dragon in this song is a reference to Will’s painting, and the part about the heart bleeding…if we take into consideration the “Mike is the heart” thing, that certainly implies some suffering on Mike’s end. I know a lot of people think that Will is really the heart, so the heart bleeding in that context could mean that Will is hurt. Either way, it’s UD and suffering or bust. How juicy…

“Enter the vale of shadows/I’m ripped apart but my heart’s still beating”—Furthering my theory that Mike will officially be going into the UD. Possibly injured but still kicking…or is the second line a metaphor, like emotionally being ripped apart? Another reference to a heart—another reason why I think this is about S5, because Mike being the heart wasn’t brought up until S4.

“You won’t wake us up tonight”—Reference to Max being in a coma? Is that a way of saying that she will be in a coma for a long time, until the end of the season? Or is this a reference to death somehow…oh I don’t like that…

“Keep it lit the streets are feeding”—Talking about the UD swallowing Hawkins?

“Type six and insane”—Interesting…I didn’t know what Type Six meant, so I went and looked it up (source) and it turns out it’s an Enneagram type. Type Six is also known as “The Loyalist.” Here is the summary from the website: “The committed, security-oriented type. Sixes are reliable, hard-working, responsible, and trustworthy. Excellent ‘troubleshooters,’ they foresee problems and foster cooperation, but can also become defensive, evasive, and anxious—running on stress while complaining about it.” Good troubleshooters and foreseeing problems (aka good deductive reasoning)? Defensive and evasive? Security-oriented (for instance, retreating back into relationships that can be seen as “societally acceptable”)? Does that sound like our Mike? Yes, I think so too. Now, the “insane” part…insane…crazy…crazy together? *Adjusts tin foil hat*

“Two heads on two snake necks”—Bro??? Clearly another reference to Will’s painting and dragon imagery. The painting had three heads, but my point still stands. Yet another proof that this is a S4 follow-up…

“It’s a hell bound abyss”—The Upside Down.

“We better run California is breathing”—A California reference…and this playlist was made before S4 came out you say?

“Just don’t look back and we will be okay”—Kind of giving “running away” vibes, which is totally on-brand for Mike’s playlist and is maybe foreshadowing Mike getting Vecna’d…

“Give your body up to Orcus”—Man, considering again that this playlist was made around five years ago, this line is just insane to me. After doing some research, I found out that Orcus is a death-god-like figure (source). He has also been called “The Shadow That Was.” Oh, so there’s a shadow theme here? “Home plane: Abyss.” VERY INTERESTING, since we’ve seen the word “abyss” mentioned in this song as another name for the UD. So Orcus as a death-god-like figure? Definitely a reference to Vecna—no doubt about it. Especially when we take into consideration “Running Up That Hill,” Max’s song, and how it has the lyrics “make a deal with God”—which many have taken to be referencing Vecna. So Vecna has been associated with god-like figures several times in several different songs. So let’s rewrite that line: “Give your body up to Vecna.” Ohhhh boy. Mike is so getting Vecna’d next season—I know we’ve all been saying it, but this is just another bit of proof.

“Dream just close those bloodshot eyes and/Sleep well/Just stay close/Sleep/Well”—Damn, that’s creepy. This definitely sounds like a trademark Vecna “your suffering can come to an end, join me” line. Definitely afraid for Mike…but the lyrics at the end of the song give me hope.

“You can’t stop this feeling/They won’t drag us down”—Okay, this gives me the sense that although Mike comes very close to death via Vecna, he manages to escape. “Can’t stop this feeling…” How interesting. It’s really giving “love is something that Vecna doesn’t have, and love will save the day” vibes. This brings to mind a certain tweet from Matthew Modine (urrrGHHHH I don’t have access to that tweet because I don’t have Twitter, but it was basically a tweet with the attached link “All You Need is Love” by The Beatles).

Song Background/Musical Elements

After doing a little digging on the song, I found the year it was made (2017) and figured out that the band actually wrote it as a sort of homage to Stranger Things (source). And you can definitely see that—especially when you listen through the song and they literally include the ST theme (timestamp 1:44). At first, I was a little let down, convinced that the Duffers only put that song on Mike’s playlist because it fit the synth theme and payed homage to the show —not for any other reason. I thought my analyses had been disproven. But the more I thought about it, the less that made sense. Because too many things in this song reference S4 moments. It just lines up too perfectly to be a coincidence. For instance, the mention of a death god figure (Orcus) and the entire bridge to closely resembling Vecna and his trances. Or all those comments about multi-headed dragons, which we see in Will’s painting. And the mention of California? No fucking way. This is so fishy.

Whew, what a ride! This was super long, but I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It truly was a blast, and it put me in full freak-out-analysis mode!

#byler #byler analysis #mike wheeler

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single-malt-scotch · 1 year

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Single Malt Scotch masterpost

well, i made a nebtho one so i guess i should make one of my namesake, right? sorry to say but in terms of video content.... aint much lol. But I will link a playlist and talk about its history!

Right so, what is there??? Why should you watch these guys?

Team Single Malt Scotch is the pair of Zisteau and Kurtjmac. Z does youtube sporadically but doesnt play minecraft much at all anymore, Kurt is well known for Far Lands or Bust and still does that and other games! So we're talking about the old days really- SMS first teamed up in UHC 7. Their dynamic caught on pretty strong in the tumblr oriented mindcrack fandom, and honestly I'd say they were one of the most popular ships back then alongside the expected Team Canada and Nebtho. I enjoyed their whole deal especially because I liked Kurt a lot, and related to his shyness and interests back then. Zisteau and him get along pretty well and shared similar interests so it was always nice to see then hang out- and their slight opposites with Z being more extroverted made them pretty balanced. Overall good chemistry.

The videos. What videos? Heres my playlist, but I will lay it out below as well. (additionally I only included one episode of UHC 7, i suggest going and watching Kurt here as he has the more eps). Be sure to read the playlist description for further info on how to watch.

Ep 45/12 - Episodes with them together start after UHC 7- its hard tracking down more videos due to lack of keywords, etc... They're working together on Kurt's base! good ol 40 min long episode.

Ep 46/13 - back to back, more work on kurt's base. really just nice slow eps with lots of chatter. - i suggest kurt's because its longer.

Fun fact about those two above!! Kurt mimics Zisteau intro :) in his episodes.

a little minecon video in there... from 9 years ago. god i feel old.

another little extra mindcrack server stuff, a pov from kurt that he hadn't shared before.

while this is in the playlist, its a specific timestamp- FLoBathon 2014, Zisteau jumps call in for a good long period. this is definitely more podcasty of a watch.

final stretch... UHC 2017 Charity event. Yeah, way later than everything else lol. This one was a shock to me when it happened too! This UHC is chaotic due to item donations but it was incredibly fun to watch them again- especially up to the very end!! Really suggest it if you want something faster paced. Spoilers: extra good because we got an "i love you kurt" out of it so.

Extra, not on the playlist- feel like itd be fun to mention this FLoB episode where Kurt recognizes the popularity of SMS on tumblr. which sends anxiety through me at times knowing i also had this url way back then as well.

Well thats it boys. There is a good chance theres some other episodes floating out there and i appreciate any added links! (especially later stuff like post-2016 since i was around less).

As I said above SMS was a pretty popular ship. its hard to know how that felt if you weren't around back then but, there is a huge backlog of fan fiction for sure. Ao3 isnt the biggest archive of fics (i suggest dreamwidth) but even there its the top ship with 100 fics!

so you know. old ship, not anything new, not something i expect new people to get into- but i think its worth sharing especially as a fandom history thing because it was quite a popular subject back in the day.

#mindcrack #team sms #team single malt scotch #kurtjmac #zisteau #masterpost #mcyt #minecraft youtube

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beenjen · 1 year

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This mornings view, and last nights view. It’s porch sitting time of year here in Tennessee, and I for one, LOVE a good porch sit.

I busted hiney yesterday, cleaning the corners, baseboards, under furniture, bathrooms, kitchen counter intense wipe down, some meal prep, laundry, kid grooming, and the pay off is that I have this time now, and last night, to sit a spell (and I can’t say that and not think of @losingitinjersey and what that means in her neck of the woods.

Last night the music was hoot owls, the theme was catching up with my cousin over an awesome phone chat. Today more birds are chirping, the playlist one I made recently, called repeat, and it’s only songs that I have at one time or another, played over and over on repeat. It’s been a super memory inducing, though provoking mix.

This time of year is so powerful for me. Fall brings with it the death of the old to make room for the new. A time of rest, contemplation, nourishing, the rich coming in to make things stronger for the coming spring. It’s also the beginning of our families birthday grouping - J august, C and I September and L October.

Over the past couple months, so much has gone on. I feel like a different person. Life hits hard sometimes like that.

C and I planned the first ever trip without kids, since jamis was 2, so 6 years. Granted it was a stolen trip with a convention for me, it was the best I could get set. We DEEPLY needed that trip, and @lizloveslifexo and her hubby - crush worthy couple there - came out for some meet ups. On the trip, mom called and told me they were taking her off chemo. That her side effects had been too much, and they don’t think she can tolerate to continue. They started another oral estrogen blocker, and, frankly, she’s failed one of those too, so, guys, it’s just the stage in this fight you don’t want to get too. Saying that I believe in miracles, hands down I’m not a pessimistic dream-crusher - you can’t work in ICU for a decade and not - it just, the trajectory isn’t positive right now. Getting that call, on that trip, that I so desperately needed for my marriage, was the last straw for me, and I straight up checked the eff out.

You know we had that drama with Cs parents this summer in where they backed out of watching J for the summer after a fight with Chris. They were set to watch the kids over that trip too, and I walked away from that relationship. This past summer, with both of my parents in chemo, not speaking to my brother because of the shit with my niece, and already on FMLA, and they expect us to drop J off in the drive and Chris can’t come into their house? I lost my internal mind on that one y’all. I didn’t explode on anyone, but I big shit set up childcare, made alternate plans for Vegas, then offered a few meet ups with the kids that they turned down. They have let me down for the LAST time. They almost cost us this house because all our financing was based on a ‘gift’ from them to match our down payment, which they decided to pull out of the day before we closed. Luckily, we didn’t need it and did it on our own - which, thank goodness, in hindsight, doing it all on our own was the best decision, they can’t hold it over our heads or try and control us as they are wont to do willy nilly.

So that happening, the rift between my brother coming right before that, then this with mom? It put me in a place I haven’t been in a really long time, and I’m so proud of the strength I’ve gained over this life, that I didn’t break. I stopped working out for getting fit/buff, only waking for pleasure and stress relief. I’ve listened to books on tape of series I really enjoyed, really focused on my family unit, had some deep realizations and it’s been bittersweet.

I made the hard decision to put some boundaries on my marriage. To lay out some things that I couldn’t ignore anymore, no ultimatums, more that if things continue in this vane, its going to cause a break in our bond that I’m not sure I’ll be able to move past. It was a calm conversation and I wasn’t expecting that, it had the outcome of bringing us closer to my surprise, and by being nakedly vulnerable about my needs and inner pain, it’s brought about an even deeper connection, an all new depth. It’s amazing to me, that after 17 (?) years of togetherness, there are still degrees to which we can grow stronger? More present? More in love? It’s astounding.

I told my MIL finally, after trying to ignore the, what felt a betrayal to me for, when they backed out this summer, that I was holding resentment towards her because she had lost her own mother to cancer and to leave me stranded of support at that time broke my heart. She said in turn that she felt I kept the kids from her (?), and a couple weeks later told C they were changing their will to sign over everything to the kids as they weren’t sure of me, and you can’t tell what money will do to ‘some people.’ Chris told her to fuck off.

Mom has more strength back off chemo. We retest in December with scans and labs. Dads dual cancers are controlled with injections at this time, they are lessening his treatments, he’s holding steady. My brother and I have an understanding that we are fundamentally different but love one another. The kids have been awesome.

Love this space and you xx

#heavy dump that I will spell and grammar check later #get it off my chest #moving on #drama llama

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msommers · 2 years

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lil baby intro post for riya ⚔️ because she's been confined to the dms for a hot minute. fellow players don’t click read more if you wanna avoid spoilers i guess lmao

smol pinterest section for vibes

her playlist is ridiculous spoiled party princess energy and i love it

born 2:84 glory in cumberland, nevarra which is!! part of the free marches way back when so that’s fun

the youngest child to duchess priscilla de clairmont and her husband loren. only daughter with four (4) whole older brothers, the oldest being born in 2:71. mama duchess is Huge in the city, controlling a large portion of its businesses and having a grand web of connections. aside from that, the family is known for its origin of nobility back in 1:16 divine during the second blight, when valeriya de clairmont (aka riya’s namesake) helped defeat the darkspawn in the battle of cumberland, earning her and her family an elevation into nobility. ((this has nothing to do with anything, but it’s important for me to know that everyone know her husband’s name is toussaint de clairmont and i’ll go to my grave happy with that absolutely troll of a name))

her magic manifested when she was 6 years old, inherited from her father and shared with one of her other brothers, magnus. she struggled with her studies, both magical and regular, and had a hard time getting better at it until her dad found out she's Vastly better once the "learn by doing" motto is in play.

she was given magic lessons by her father for a handful of years due to the nevarran circle having been wrecked in the recent past. her mom the big business baron made a deal with the circle and the new palace that she had constructed for the family was instead given to the circle, which riya then moved into and began proper circle teachings. she didn't Hate it but she didn't Love it, way too much reading went on for her liking :///

fell in love with the idea of becoming a participant in the free marches grand tourneys after her first attendance, immediately dedicated herself to one day being one of the mages participating in the event. started studying like mad to the surprise of everyone and trained hard, becoming a knight-enchanter as she saw it fitting and easily the most fun. a magic sword?? to use in a tourney??? c’mon bro, you Know there wasn’t any other choice

has extreme rich party girl energy due to her immense privilege as both the duchess’ daughter and living in the nevarran circle where they’re almost. ridiculously chill compared to literally everywhere else. she is only inside that building when it is absolutely required, otherwise she’s out spending time with family, attending social gatherings/events, or with a lover.

speaking of lovers!!! got herself a boyfriend after hooking up with another participant in the 31st tourney. in a totally unchill move, she was then framed for his murder at the end of the next tourney :/// mommy duchess was able to keep her from being immediately punished tho she was still held in prison, and eventually when it became clear that they wouldn’t be able to get her out of it, riya’s dad and older brother busted her out of there. she was sent on her way with a stupid big amount of money and was probably expected to just lay tf low for however long it took and eventually meet back up with family, but she’s a little idiot who makes it maybe a month and a half at the most before being caught in [insert location here, probably outside of nevarra tho].

cue entrance of grey-warden recruiter and his companion who invoke the rite of conscription to save riya from any imminent transportation back to cumberland for punishment. which to riya as of right now is just another form of punishment as she’s spent about two decades trying to Not follow her family’s footsteps and instead just live her life for the vibes

now for a collection of images that i think match riya’s energy pretty well just bc it’s fun:

#ch: valeriya de clairmont #a v serious and in depth intro for the girl #i wrote this late at night and didn't include every detail but it's good enough #she was created with the specific intention of having immense character growth and i love her <3 #(edit: this wasn't supposed to post now but y'know whatever lol)

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A good night to a friend, but a farewell to the empty shell in the mirror that will crumble by tomorrow

Kill Yourself warnings — none. word count — 668

prev.

"Are you sure about this?"

"'Round sixty percent."

"Fuck." Music fills the bathroom they both stand in, a playlist he found years ago and she was the first person he showed it to. [Name] fills her lungs with air, pretending it's the courage she needs to face this new fear. "Okay, do it."

"Three, two—"

Blood flows as she grits her teeth; not from a wound or a punch Atsumu didn't mean, but from a wanted puncture improvised with a safety clip, symbolizing the death of a self to make room for a new one. She purses her lips and whines at the burning of rivers of warm crimson trailing from the upper cartilage of her ear and dripping to the floor. Atsumu presses a cotton ball soaking with alcohol to the open flesh, guiding [Name]'s hand to hold it despite the pain.

"Cool, lemme do the other." It's more a light-hearted announcement rather than a request of permission. He turns her face so her ear is basking in light and the coldness of the safety pin elicits a startled flinch from her. "Three, two—" Atsumu chuckles when he doesn't reach one, the pointed metal piercing through [Name]'s skin with ease.

She wipes both ears clean of blood and uses her warm fingers to hook the steel hoops Atsumu had in the depth of his drawers. The image the mirror reflects back is that of a human coming to life piece by piece. It takes nine months for a baby to form completely; it takes a second to kill oneself; it's an indeterminate process to come back to life. She won't know she's complete until she decides to kill herself again.

The buzzing of Atsumu's hair clipper tugs her out of her own head—or whatever is left of it. He positions her head staring straight ahead, looking into the mirror as he maps out all the different ways he can shoot bullets into her temples or slice her neck wide open. "How 'bout I line it with yer brows?" His nail traces a separation on her scalp, pulling two sections of her hair away from each other.

"Yours is lower," she points out, her eyes scanning over his undercut in the mirror.

"That's a no?"

"Go for it."

Tying the hair he's allowing her to keep, strands of strong roots and split ends flutter down like every tear not worth shedding, every tear she swears not to shed again. A weight disappears not only from her head and shoulders, but also from her chest. Her body is lighter as she buries pieces of her older self; her mistakes and good deeds, her choices and decisions never made, her lies and volatile truths.

She's content with letting Atsumu be the one to end her life. He's someone that kills himself on a daily basis, never glancing back at the pile of corpses and empty carcasses of his old self. Someone that changes every single day, with or without fear of choosing a new life every time. He wakes up a clean slate and crashes into bed with bleeding wrists. She wants to leave all the nonsense running through her mind to someone like him.

Atsumu yawns while flicking off his clipper. He pats [Name]'s shoulders free of stray hair before pushing her out the door. "We'll finish tomorrow. Crash on the couch, I dunno."

"Hospitality, my favorite." Traces of a rotting corpse litter the tiles of his bathroom as he guides her away to her temporary bed. Their exhausted chuckles mix with the last beats of the song currently playing, and Atsumu shuts his phone off to leave only laughter. [Name] calls out to him before he vanishes into his room and he meets her gaze with a raised brow. "Thanks for helping me kill myself." Her busted lip curls into a pleased simper built with fading memories.

"Anytime, [Name]. Night."

"Good night."

#Kill Yourself #Haikyuu #Miya Atsumu #Miya Atsumu x Reader #Atsumu x Reader #Haikyuu x Reader

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inventedworld · 11 months

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What Happens When I Hear The English Beat

This is a story about autonomic physiology: mine.

But first, listen to this. (Well, actually listen to it after you read the blog, OK?)

I know, I know. It’s a boppy bit of disposable dance club groove, from the last century no less. Nothing to see here, right?

Hang on and give me a minute.

That song, Tears of a Clown, was written, perhaps unexpectedly, by Smoky Robinson, which may or may not matter much to the conversation. His version is okay, but in my estimation the song achieves its zenith in the version linked above. That one is by The English Beat. Why do I care so much about a clever bit of pop-inflected doggerel about a fella in a busted relationship trying to get back on track?

The English Beat plays a kind of pop music called “ska”. It’s got a rich history that influenced countless musicians in many genres, to say nothing of providing an un-sit-still-able rhythm for countless college parties.

I’m old enough to say that I was born in the last millennium, along with the song. Not quite an ancient crone yet, I’m nonetheless old enough to recall a different era for media, for music, and for social reactions to both.

It’s always a risk when a person who ought to know better reaches back to his or her adolescent musical preferences and tries to sound hip. It dangerously limns pretense, to say nothing of inadvertent comedy. It also perilously implies a desire to pursue time’s arrow backward. But music from everyone’s youth always holds a special sway. Sensations of all sorts are new in everyone’s adolescence, no matter where or with whom you lived at the time, and the geologic pressure of successive years piling up fossilizes memory. Intense moments of sensual, visceral pleasure become reinforced with subsequent mental recollection, which is why we can conjure our teenage years in sparkling detail and cannot recall what we made for breakfast this morning.

The last twenty percent of the twentieth century still hadn’t fully delivered the emerging global economy, but in the final few decades the dawning golden light of change had started to crest the horizon. We could feel it coming. With the World Wide Web still a few years away, the fastest bridges among cultures remained music and movies and books. Music, of course, is the wellspring of youthful passion, and mixed with nascent political awareness propelled by an infectious beat, music can present an irresistible gravitational pull to millions around the world.

That takes us back to The English Beat.

I grew up in a high school and a town that hardly knew much about history or geography. Musical tastes among my peers rarely left Top 40 playlists, and political and social awareness were not subjects worthy of any attention.

That wasn’t true in my home (I’m deeply grateful to declare that it was a great place), which inevitably meant I didn’t always fit in when I went to school. My personal interests diverged from what was cool among peers, and I couldn’t wait to venture outward, to travel beyond. Occasionally I’d find a way to discover something that felt as if it had been smuggled in from enlightened, more worldly cognocenti. After being captured by The English Beat’s infectious, eponymous sound, I discovered they were also a multi-racial band slyly poking critique at the stratified British class structure, a socially conscious spoonful of sugar for the dance floor. In their song Stand Down Margaret, I remember mistakenly believing that title and repeated lyric was a plea for Margaret Thatcher to find a way to avoid war in the Falkland Islands. Ironically, that error could very well have been an appropriate interpretation of the song, but the song turns out to have be broader in its goals. In it, the lead singer Ranking Roger actual asks the Iron Lady to simply step down from power, claiming she was largely unmoved about the social circumstances of working class people, while simultaneously maintaining a belligerent cold war stance on the global stage.

The English Beat didn’t rack up a huge shelf of records, but Roger and the band’s other co-lead Dave Wakeling had a huge influence, not least of which was on me.

I’m a not collector of Beat memorabilia, nor some sort of discographic completist, or even a super-fan who’s followed them closely. But here in the 21st century, it’s inevitable: when summertime sets the calendar aglow with sun, and I encounter a tune from The English Beat, propelled by their irresistible rhythms fused with sprightly voices and a brassy back line, I’m transported as if by a musical madeleine. I’m young again, full of promise, full of hope. Without fail, even after just a few notes, I spontaneously want to believe there’s a shiny world of joy just beyond my reach, with creative, optimistic artists determined to get people to dance without abandoning a desire to influence the world well beyond the dance floor.

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offthefieldsmau · 1 year

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⚽ 1.42

“First things first,” Ed said as he sat down on the bleachers. A local high school was nice enough to let them use their soccer field for practice and host games. Apparently SoCal took their youth soccer very seriously, “we need practice music.”

The kids, gathered around and grass-stain free (for now) had only just settled in before Ed herded them. He had brought the basics: a whistle, water (duh,) a clipboard with the roster, and of course: his portable speaker.

“No team is ever truly complete without a fantastic warm up and victory playlist. And since it's your team,” Ed smiled, “you get to decide. Warmups should be fun, up-beat. Get your heart pumping, so shout ‘em out, I’ll add them in.”

Their Spotify playlist was open and ready. Songs started coming in rapid fire, however, and Ed didn’t know what he expected when it came to the musical prowess of 12 year olds:

“Old Town Road!” What?

“Call Me Maybe!” Okay, that one Ed knew.

“Get Low,” to which Ed looked up and laughed, “y’know, by—”

“Yeah, no, I know,” he amused, “But, you’re averaging 12 on this roster — I am not putting ‘Get Low’ on here.”

So their warmup playlist was curated, and Ed added a few of his own. Then, he stood to get practice started. But blond hair and brown eyes peered up at him, “What about the victory playlist?”

Ed gave her a wicked smile, “You get a victory playlist,” he leaned in, “when you get a victory.”

Alma rolled her eyes, “That makes no sense. We get our first victory and make a playlist on the spot? Where’s the preparation, coach?”

While Ed wanted to make a point about earning your wins, Alma had her own point made very easily.

“Fair,” Ed thought for a second, “how about this; I will make your victory playlist, but you can’t hear it until your first win,” he held out his fist, “Do those meet your terms, Captain?”

Alma smiled up at him (happy with her win over Ed. Ed vowed future wins for Alma would be few and far between,) “Sounds good to me.” And she tapped his knuckles.

Ed sipped his coffee, reminded of the nervous smile Stede gave him when he handed it over, as he looked out at the field. It was a blur of neon socks and ponytails, but Ed was taking notes every few minutes. The first practice was really to get an idea for who can do what, how well they could do it, and just how much Ed could make them do.

Turns out, 11-13 year olds were pretty resilient.

As Ed jotted down a few more notes, looking away for only a second, he heard some noise on the field. His eyes found them just as his ear picked up a shout:

“—you’re dogshit! I bet you eat dogshit!”

Oh no.

Ed was sprinting over to the kerfuffle: Alma and Maya were squaring off with two sandy-blond boys in matching blue jerseys (boys Ed certainly didn’t recognize.)

“Hey, what’s going on?” Ed asked his team.

“These two ladies—”

Alma stepped forward and with all the terror a 13 year old could muster, dropped her voice low to say, “Don’t you dare call me a lady.”

Ed wanted to laugh. It took every ounce of strength to not bust up and let Alma hold her ground.

“You’re right, you’re certainly too repulsive to be one,” the other boy said.

Ed was going to pop a blood vessel — so help him god. “Repulsive” — what kind of pre-teen used the word “repulsive?!”

“Boys, I’m sorry to break this up,” Ed sighed, peering down at all of them, “but we’re in the middle of practice.”

“If that’s what you want to call it,” one of them muttered.

“I’m sorry,” Ed turned his attention to Thing 1 and gave a cursory glance to his clipboard, “I don’t see Tweedledee,” and he cocked his head at #2, “or Tweedledumb on my roster. Now leave my team alone, I’m sure there’s a bathroom needing to be gratified and you look like the perfect pair for the job.”

The boys looked up at Ed, scowling. They scoffed, they turned their glares to Alma and Maya (who were holding back their own laughter) and quickly left.

Alma stuck her fist out for Ed to bump, “That was cool.”

It's Warmup Playlist time! 🏴‍☠️❤️⚽🖤

#off the field #off the field smau #otf smau #ofmd smau #chapter one #prose #step-dad ed my beloved #playlist #Spotify

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Déjà Vu [Aaron Hotchner]

Prom Night [Part 2]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Mona Hotchner (OC)

Summary: Aaron gets a bit of déjà vu when he sees his daughter home on prom night

Warnings: talk of drinking and alcohol

A/N: Okay this was basically written for @ssahotchie cause I love her so much and can’t say no :,) and also tagging @klinenovakwinchester who wanted to see this!!

“Sweetheart, what are you doing down here?” Aaron asked, noticing his eighteen-year-old daughter, Mona, coming into the kitchen dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Am I not allowed in the kitchen?” she asked and Aaron shook his head.

“No, I just thought tonight was prom night,” he said. “I took the night off to be here for the pictures,”

“Oh…mom didn’t tell you,”

“Didn’t tell me what?” Aaron was a little concerned, pausing what he was doing to listen to his daughter.

“My friends all went to the MSS prom after party without me and got wasted and now their parents aren’t letting them go to ours. Party got busted by the cops,”

“So you’re not going to go to your own prom?” he asked and she nodded.

“What’s the point, I have no one to go with,” she shrugged. “Don’t worry, since we bought the dress late we can return it and get our money back. I didn’t need it tailored,”

“The dress isn’t a problem,” Aaron assured. “Keep it if you want, but, just like I told your mom thirty years ago,” he said while taking out his phone and opening spotify, clicking on one of his playlists and putting it on shuffle. “Everyone deserves to dance on their prom night,”

He walked over to his daughter and held out his hand which she hesitantly took, closing the fridge door with her other hand and letting her dad spin her around before pulling her in.

“Did you take mom to prom?” Mona asked through a small laugh.

“Something like that,” he nodded. “She didn’t go and I was good friends with your uncle Daniel so I asked her if she wanted me to stay behind and we danced together for a bit before I left,”

“That was the first time he kissed me,”

Both Aaron and Mona looked over to see you standing in the doorway, keys and purse still in your hand while you watched the scene unfold in front of you.

“But your dad is right, everyone deserves to dance on prom night,” you smiled and after putting your things down came up to the dancing pair, pressing a kiss to your daughter’s temple and one to your husband’s lips.

Mona and Aaron twirled and danced and laughed in the kitchen for a few more songs and you were sure to pull out your phone and record the two of them, wanting to keep that memory forever.

Aaron was still wearing his suit from work and the contrast from Mona’s pyjamas was a little comical, but it made it homey too.

Soon enough the two had both had enough of dancing and Mona thanked her father before giving him a kiss on the cheek before going back up to her bedroom.

You tapped Aaron’s shoulder as you watched him keep an eye on Mona and when he spun around, you asked,

“Can you spare one more dance for your wife?”

“Always,” he grinned and turned the music back on, wrapping his arm around your lower back and dipping down for another kiss.

“Thanks for cheering her up, I know she seems unbothered by it all, but she was pretty bummed. I mean her friends went to a party without her and now she can’t even go to prom because of it,”

“I know,” Aaron sighed. “Maybe when your parents come to visit this summer we can throw her a little party, just to celebrate her graduation and she can wear her dress. I know it’s not the same, but she might have some fun,”

“I think that’s a great idea,” you agreed, holding Aaron close.

Over the years your relationship had blossomed and you couldn’t have been more grateful for the way things had turned out, a happy marriage, a beautiful daughter, it was all either of you ever wanted for your family.

Of course there were always a few hiccups along the way, namely when over the summer you and Aaron started to date, Daniel had been made aware of your relationship in a startling manner.

You chuckled a little at the thought of it which prompted Aaron to ask.

“What’s got you chuckling?”

“Just thinking about Dan,” you admitted. “And how he found out about us,”

Aaron couldn’t help but join along, that was quite a day if he remembered it correctly.

—

The sun was shining one warm Virginian summer afternoon and Aaron was preparing to drop you off home after your date.

You had timed your dates many times over and you were a little early, so when you got out of the car you had time for a little kiss goodbye.

Oftentimes a little kiss would turn into something a bit more long and drawn out. You wanted to savour every second you had while you could spend your days together, unbothered by school and college.

Aaron’s arms were wrapped around your waist, yours mimicking a similar hold around his neck while he kissed you slowly, pressed up against his car in the open street. A public display of affection you were more unfamiliar with, but in the quiet neighbourhood you didn’t mind as much.

But that was to say you hadn’t noticed someone peeking through the blinds of your home, only to burst out of the front door yelling,

“HOTCHNER!”

Aaron stopped, mid kiss, his eyes drifting to the sound. Daniel was currently walking towards you both with fury in his eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! PLAYING TONSIL TENNIS WITH MY BABY SISTER!”

Aaron looked down at you, then back at Daniel and decided on saying,

“Well, it was nice knowing you,”

“Aaron stop,” you chided, hitting his chest and slipping from where you were sandwiched between him and the car and came face to face with Daniel.

“(N/N), why the hell are you two eating each others faces,”

“Okay, first, what happened to the word kissing?” you asked, not sure where these idioms were coming from. “And second, I like him,” you said this one through gritted teeth.

“Actually you said love the other day,”

“Not helping, Aaron,” you looked back at him. “Come on though,” you looked at Daniel. “Do you really think Aaron would hurt me?”

Daniel looked down meekly at his feet “…No,”

“Then you have your answer,” you smiled. “Just be happy for us. It’s your best friend and your sister!”

Daniel looked between both of you and firmly said,

“No funny business,”

“Got it,” Aaron nodded and while Daniel looked away he sent a wink at you and you stifled a chuckle.

—

“I love you, you know that?” Aaron said. “Even though your family’s kind of insane,”

“My family’s insane? Don’t get me started Hotchner,”

“Might I remind you that you’re a Hotchner too,” he teased and you stuck your tongue out at him.

Aaron spun you around, your back coming to rest against his chest while you swayed together a different way than before. His lips easily connected with their favourite spot around your neck, pressing the softest kisses there and just letting you melt against his embrace.

“Aaron,”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, and you could feel his chest vibrate against you.

“We should do this more often,”

“I completely agree,” he spun you back around again so he could kiss you properly and you stopped dancing to pull him into a hug.

And that familiar feeling of contentment washed over you just as a familiar tune met your ears.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner one shot #hotch #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch x y/n #hotch blurb

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thesmokingguns · 3 years

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WAP Headcanon

Word Count:2726

WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. THANK YOU.

Warning Part Two: There is a lot of sexual content behind the cut. Oral Sex, Sex, Degrading, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Lots of swearing,

Summar Request:”i was wondering if you could write a motley crue headcannon of them with a fem s/o that got that WAP lol” I listened to WAP 700 times well writing this. I also made a playlist that you can find HERE

A/N: THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO READS MY WRITING! I appreciate you all so much and just wanted to let you know that I appreciate you all sending me requests and talking to me about fandoms. You all make me so happy and I can’t even put into words how much I appreciate the reblogs, likes, and messages you all send me. Thank you!

Tag List: @ayablackwood @littlemisscare-all @thenobodies-inc @agroupiewhore

VINCE

“I could make you bust before I ever meet ya”

-You met Vince well working as a lifeguard the summer before college

-He literally was so obsessed with you that he went to the beach everyday for two weeks until you finally agreed to go out with him.

-Watching you climb up the lifeguard with your little red bath suit cut high so he can stare at your ass bouncing with each step

-He picks you up in his sports car and literally almost falls on his ass when you come out of the house with a sheer white dress and white lingerie on under it.

-Teasing him all night so he feels like he’s going to explode

-Sucking your finger well making eye contact with him

-Reaching out to push his blonde hair away from his face

-Touching him constantly, in innocent ways to build him up

-Complimenting his lips and running your fingers over them and pressing a thumb against his wet lower lip and then licking it and dragging your lower lip down

-The sexual tension is so high Vince thinks he’s going to cum as he drives you home

-Telling him you don’t sleep with men on the first date and not giving him a time for a second date

-”In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya”

-He sends gifts all the time until you finally agree to go out with him again

-When he picks you up you’re wearing a fur jacket and a pair of high heels.

-”Take me to your house”

-Walking into his house and sliding out of the coat and letting it fall to the floor as you look over your naked shoulder.

-Vince has been with a ton of woman but you’re fucking demanding.

-You spread your legs pulling his blonde hair to your aching pussy pushing him down and watching him eat you like it’s a last meal

-He’s a clean eater, licking and sucking, using only his mouth to suck up your juices and suck your clit

- Keeping your heels on as you lay them over his shoulders laying back on bed

-Kissing your thighs after you cum and licking up your thighs tasting the wetness that leaked over them.

-Putting a condom on using your mouth

-Being on all fours, ass in the air, letting him go deep and hard as he fucks you

-The feeling of your wet pussy leaking over his balls making a slapping sound that is driving him crazy

-Loud and Vocal during sex, telling him how he’s fucking you so good. And Vince is eating it all up. He loves being praised and you’re stroking his ego like your pussy is stroking his cock.

-Switching positions so you can reverse cowgirl

-“If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?",When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name”

-Vince loves watching the way your ass bounces and twirls on the top. He watches the way you pull up, lowering yourself on the tip of his cock and spinning down on his cock like you’re screwing it in tight.

-Skin slapping skin, wet slaps as you ride him, watching your pussy sliding out around his cock

-Telling him you’re going to cum again and Vince moving to fucking you with your legs bent over his shoulder so he can fuck you hard and deep

-Legs shaking, squeezing Vince as you cum around his cock

-Vince would be praising you as you came, so enamored with you and also feeling like he had reached some level of success

-His sweaty forehead pressed into your shoulder as he clings you you emptying inside

-You got what you wanted so you roll out of bed making yourself comfortable as you go take a shower, locking the door so you get your privacy. Completely throwing off this teddy bear of a man who loves cuddling and pillow talk after sex

-Coming out after your shower to a surprised Vince wondering why you were shutting him out after what he thought was great sex

-You tell Vince you’re calling a cab home and he’s surprised but you don’t sleep over guys' houses. But you know what you want, you got it and now it’s time to head home

-Vince is literally left speechless as he watches you put on your coat wondering if he’ll see you again or if he is going to have to keep stalking you at the beach

-“Will I see you again?”

-Shrugging as you get into a cab and giving him a coy smile before shutting the door and leaving.

-Calling him that night and letting him know you’re free tomorrow

MICK

-Everyone jokes that Mick is an old man but dude is seriously Daddy

-Like sugar daddy and gives you daddy dick

- “Pay my tuition just to kiss me”

- Always showering and lavishing you with attention when you meet up

-But whenever you meet up you know he is going to want too hook up in public

-He gets so horny knowing you can get caught and you do little things to make him go crazy

-Like wearing a little collar, that goes to the bondage set he bought, out to brunch with him

-Or when you go out you wear sheer shirts so he can see the outline of your brown nipples

-Sunday Brunch was your weekly meeting with Daddy Mars

-You’re outside, the sun shining on your skin. Sunglasses over your eyes when you feel lips on yours

-Mick is always just looking at you, admiring you.

-You’re wearing this crop top white peasant blouse that ties in the front and a denim skirt

-“I don't cook, I don't clean, But let me tell you how I got this ring”

-You met Mick at a bar one night with your friends. He bought drinks for you all night, and you made him laugh with your witty one liners. He had asked to see you again and that’s how Brunch started. He knew he was older than you but when he met you he had proposed helping you with school fees and you spending Sundays with him.

- Your foot slipped out of the sandal running along the inside of his thigh

-His eyes are dancing, loving how you know what he wants

-As you’re eating the sky is turning dark, warning of a summer rainstorm.

-the sky breaks open after Mick pays and you expect him to take you to the car to have a quickie or go to his house but he’s leading you over to the beach.

-As much as you like to tease him you hadn’t expected for it to rain so your thin shirt is completely translucent against your skin

-“Sit on the wall.”

-He sinks into the sand in front of you, tossing his jacket next to you, rolling up your wet denim skirt. Legs over his legs as he tasted you

-“Make it cream, make me scream,Out in public, make a scene”

-Gripling the concrete wall, he’s in front of you lapping at your clit as his fingers plunge into your wetness. Fingers working you with the same precision he plays a guitar. Curling into your core tapping the g-spot

-Head thrown back, rain water flowing down over you

-“FUCK DADDY!”

-People are driving by wondering what the hell you’re doing out in the rain because they can’t see Mick working better. Your legs are shaking as he holds you in place, fucking your wet pussy with his fingers, toying with your clit witb his tongue.

-“I’m going to cum”

-Mick moved a little, fingers going into overdrive as he spread you further watching as you squirt.

-Kissing your thighs as you try to breathe again after he just dragged out a super strong orgasm from you.

-Wrapping his jacket around you as you go to his car

-He pulls up to your dorms and slips some cash into the jacket pocket.

-“See you next week, baby.”

NIKKI

-“He bought a phone just for pictures, Of this wet-ass pussy (click, click, click)”

-Nikki just bought a new video camera and you’re going to be the star of his film.

-He has you posed, sitting on the floor with knees bent and legs spread naked so he could video you touching yourself

-You’re looking at the camera, not shy as your hand dips lower. You take your fingers in a V splitting your lips to reveal the juicy wetness inside your aching cunt

-Nikki audibly groans seeing the sticky sweetness in a glistening pattern across you

-It’s obvious he wants to touch you but he’s trying to record all of this.

-Holding your lips apart you take a free hand swiping a finger over your wetness and holding it out for Nikki to taste. His mouth is around your fingers in an eager moan as he licks them clean

-The way he licked your fingers just had you wanting more

-You love performing for Nikki and driving him crazy

-Rubbing your wet fingers over your nipples, soft moans that cause him to curse under his breath

-Using your fingers to rub your clit and tugging your nipples well looking at him

-Nikki takes out his cock, stroking it as he’s watching you.

-You open your mouth, tongue coming out as an invitation

-He’s setting down the camera at an angle, gripping your head as his cock slides into your mouth

-”I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp,I wanna gag, I wanna choke, I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing, That swing in the back of my throat”

-He’s gripping your hair, compliments like “fuck baby” “so good” “take it all” and deep groans of appreciate coming from him. You’re drooling, tongue lapping to stroke every inch of him as he’s holding himself all the way in your throat. You feel your spit sliding out of your mouth, covering his balls as Wet gurgles of pleasure come from you around his cock

-Nikki tilts your chin up, “Eyes on me.” You look up, eyes watering and mascara leaking down your face from not being able to breath but you put on your big eyes good girl act

-“I’m going to paint your face in my cum, Princess.”

- Pulling out of your mouth and shooting his hot cum across your face, licking your lips to taste him as he grunts out as he cums.

-“Stay like that I want a picture”

-Nikki shuts off the video camera and starts taking Polaroids of you covered in his cum, smiling like the little whore you are

-He’s posing you, and giving you a towel to clean your face as he starts taking pictures of you on your hands and knees ass in the air

-“You’re still so wet for me.”

-You get on your back, Nikki covering you with his body, his lips hovering above yours. Your heart beating with anticipation and you whisper out a “Please” the smug smirk of satisfaction is illuminating his face.

-Nikki slides into you, filling you until you’re stretched almost uncomfortably around him

-Deep strokes making you see fucking stars as he holds your hips, letting you wrap your legs around him, and he fucks you

-”Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes”

-Your mouth is hanging open and you go to lick your bottom lip and he spits in your mouth, taking you off guard at the intimacy and

-You’re looking up, open mouthed and horny shocked that he did that.

-“Treating my princess like a whore. “

- You nod your head to let him know you liked it and you’re okay with it. The way your nipples hardened and you squeezed around him gave him the confirmation you were his little whore.

-Your wetness was coating not only you but Nikki’s thigh as it slipped from your body

-You opened your mouth to tell him you were going to cum but it was shut off by his lips slamming into yours. He knew our tell tale signs. Your arms holding onto him, soft mons coming out as you pushed into him, writhing in your orgasm

-”I’m going to fill you up, Princess.”

-Your head was nodding, his lips easing you with kisses he peppered on your skin, the way his pants met your ears before the groan and you knew he had finished.

-You lay on the floor for a moment well you both get your breath back. And then you head to the shower

-Nikki helps you clean up, his hands gentle on your shoulders.

-”You were so wet today, Princess. I guess you like being in front of the camera”

-Just hearing him says that just gets you started all over again and you want him again

Tommy

-”Big D stand for big demeanor”

-Can not keep his hands off of you

-You sit down and he’s either next to you on the couch of he’s behind you reaching ove of his freakishly long arms over to hold your shoulder

-This man loves you and is always ready to go

-At a show, he’s making eyes at you backstage before the show and you know exactly what he wants from you

-Standing next to a table talking to someone you feel his hands on your back squeezing a hip as he leans in to whisper to you, “Come with me”

-He pulls you into a dressing room and everyone knows exactly what you tw are about to do.

-Tommy is quick to pull up your skirt and he’s dropping to his knees in front of you, tugging your panties to the side and pulling a leg over his shoulder

-He loves eating pussy, this man loves sliding his tongue into your pussy, swirling his tongue around to get your taste on his tongue. His fingers pinch your clut rolling it in tiny circles as his tongue fucks you in little thrusts and than laps hungirly

-”Fucking love the taste of you, babe. You’re so sweet.”

-You feel like you’re going to collapse, your thighs are trembling and you want to cum with him inside you

-”Tommy, fuck me. Stop fooling around.”

-Do not need to tell this man twice. Very good listener.

-”I want you to park that big Mack truck, Right in this little garage”

-Tommy has you bent over the couch before you can even realize what is happening, his cock teasing your entrance, sliding the tip in and pulling out. Inch by inch he goes in and comes out until your legs are shaking, needing all of him inside of you.

-He knows there isn’t a lot of time so he’s slamming into you, his bare cock filling you after his teasing and groaning Y/N in appreciation.

-Your pussy squeezes against him, making the drummer curse in surprise

-He’s wrapping your hand around his hair pulling you so your back is arched and he can really slam into you

-Your ass is slapping against him with each thrust and you’re meeting him

-”Fuck babe, you’re so wet. Your thighs are like a fucking slip and slide”

-Tommy is more vocal during sex than you. He’s always praising your body, telling you how hot he thinks you are, telling you exactly what he likes, making little groans of pleasure when you clamp down on his cock, and just really making the whole thing feel good.

-”Stop squeezing me, I’m not going to be able to pull out if your pussy keeps sucking me in.” He warns you as you bounce back against his cock

-Tommy wants you to cum, you can tell he can’t hold on much longer

-His fingers reach around pressing your clit and after a few touches you let go against him, falling forward with a shudder

-Making you cum just gets this man even more fucking excited. He’s pushing deep into you, getting a sweat appear

-He’s pulling out, jerking his cock in fierce needy motions, shooting his load over your ass in white stringy patterns. Slapping your ass playfully

“Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me “

-After his boner brain goes away and he can think like a normal person again he’s helping you clean up.

-All about aftercare and making sure that you’re okay

“I said, certified freak, Seven days a week, Wet-ass pussy, make that pull out game weak”

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A Review on NCT 127′s 3rd Album <Sticker>

So NCT 127 just came back with their 3rd Full Album <Sticker> and this is my first 127 comeback since I became a fan last year! Neozone is such a special album for me as it was their first album that I explored entirely. I've known NCT as the group who never fails any expectations so I've kept mine up although I know they'll exceed it anyway. And guess what, they did! I absolutely love their new album hence this review~

This isn't a technical music review—as I am not a musician myself—but rather a listener's honest takes, goofy notes, and interpretation on each of the tracks in the album. I admit I've also struggled to build my own opinions on some of the tracks until I listened to them over and over again.

I have also heard there are mixed opinions on the title track <Sticker> and a lot says it's another acquired taste. But I think it's not just that, as it can be a grower, just like how most of NCT's songs were for me. Maybe after a few listens and a right passage of time, it will grow on those people. The bottom line here is, I like it a lot! 😛

So I listed down the songs according to their respective track numbers and followed each with a bulleted list of my opinions and interpretations.

(Viewer/reader discretion: before you continue, minors, do not interact as there are few 18+ contents under the cut. Thank you.)

1. Sticker

THEY DIDN'T JUST PUNCH A NEW NOTCH ON THE BELT LIKE THAT

THIS SONG SLAPS, LITERALLY SLAPS… AND WHIPS

The recorder at the intro boyyyy I thought something was wrong but then I remember it’s NCT lmao

It already stuck in my head from my first listen from the Instagram audio.

With Taeyong opening the verse with his divine rapping, I knew I'm in for a new ride.

STICK-UH STICK-UGH STICK-UGHGHGH

To those complaining it sounding like noise music, imagine it sounding generic. I don't think it would fit as the title track. Not a b-track or in their repertoire, even. They are called NCT because they define the NEO in the music culture and music technology!

It honestly was an unorthodox, just like all of their title tracks, which I’m inherently here for.

Literally, no one does it like them!

The growls and the vocal flexes and adlibs! (You can tell it has Yoo Youngjin's brand.)

The crisp metronome sound that’s consistently ticking except for the pre-chorus and the dance break adds depth to the soundscape. I love how it’s used instead of the usual snaps.

The production quality blew my mind. Like how can someone think those melodies would sound so exquisite? CAN I CALL THEM GENIUS?

The piano at the back, oh my God—Yes! It adds this mystifying element to the song.

I'm not sure if it's a midi violin at the pre-chorus, but it added thrill to the song. It was a great transition from the bass line in the verses to the combination of the flawless harmony with the same instrumental.

"You treat me like a boy, like a grown-up child chasing a dream" JUNGWOO BABY NO MORE HUH

Taeil, Doyoung, and Haechan—the bridge vocal trinity!

But why the heck are they cowboys? I dig the concept, but why? LMAO

BTW GUNSLINGER MARK I’M ON MY KNEES YEEHAW

This is easily one of my favorite tracks from NCT 127's entire discography 💚

2. Lemonade

(⌐■_■)

Jaehyun starting off this song with his deep voice eee

The song opens to a verse oozing with chill confidence. They're like, yeah you're lurking because we’re cool.

This is such a huge slap to their haters. NCT's not chillin' like a villain, nah they're the main characters!

Well maybe they’re villains, but still ya not cooler than them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Funny enough how they could have just referred haters as simply lemons whose sour/bitter to the taste, but 127 squad's success is sweeter than all the haters' spiteful remarks so yeah, SIPPY SIPPY LEMONADE 🧃

"WOOF"

I might have just barked too wOW

Yuta’s vocals hooooO his voice just sounds so glamorous mhmm

Also Mark referencing their previous title tracks such as: Firetruck, Cherry Bomb, and Regular (it's Irregular in the lyrics) in his rap part 👌💅

I just love Mark's energy when he raps. HE RESOLUTELY BITES AND STRAIGHT UP EATS EVERY TIME HE DOES.

3. Breakfast

Now breakfast time, oh jeez!

AAAHAHFU—

Summer 127's bestie!

If Summer 127 talks about dancing all night long, Breakfast is the morning after.

You know what it is.

"Even if I gulp and drink you, it's not enough for me." oho Taeyong no you ha—STOP

Sexual innuendos aside, isn't it just sweet if someone tells you they'd want to have breakfast with you every day? Okay maybe I'm melting at the thought 😩🙈💞

And I can see myself dancing to this song as I make breakfast (in the afternoon or at midnight bc I’m crazy)

This was an okay b-track for me at the first skim on the album, but boy it grew on me wildly.

Honestly one of my favorite tracks in this album.

4. Focus

Did I just invade a private call? LMAO

The analog voice filters make it like so.

Dude, this feels intimate in the level of eavesdropping a phone call between seasoned lovers. Then you realize you hear them whispering their kinks over the line and you're ooh, that's sexy! hfgklhfhf

My first listen to this, I almost went feral because,

"I can't wait to eat you…" when it's actually "I can't wait 'til we chill…" aahaha

"Baby call me when you want me." OKAY!

This sounds relaxing and chill. I'd love to play this on a late night drive or just before bed time along with Fly Away With Me, Sun & Moon, My Youth, and Long Flight.

Belongs to ‘make out session’ playlist ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That was lowkey a playlist recommendation, huh?

I'd be kidding if I don't say I could touch myself while listening to this song AHAHAFGHFJFJ

I didn't know this would grow on me this much lol I love love LOVE THIS!

5. The Rainy Night

Ooh, the holy melancholy!

Piano at the intro—I knew I'd cry to this.

This song isn't just about break-up, but the heartbreak after one.

The yearning; the remnant pieces from the shattering of what was once there.

I think I crumbled from this one.

This hit so hard I felt like I fit in the shoes with the lyrics throughout the entire song.

What’s fascinating is I clearly forgot the title when I mentally said this sounds like a sad rainy day song from the first listen.

Something I’d turn up when it suddenly rains, just because I want to feel the blues.

Taeil and Haechan singing in lower register? I wanna cry :( they’re just one of the best vocalists in K-music industry right now.

Could have been also nice if they added Yuta to the vocals.

"My selfish heart who waits for you to come back," OKAY WHO HURT THEM?

And the fact that they sang it so good that it translated every ounce of the emotions well even before I looked up for English translations is the reason why I love this song too.

6. Far

Hmm… What the hell?! Do I like this? Wait...

Alright!

The jumpy vibe from the first verse to the pre-chorus set the mood for this song. It sounds merry and heavy. It was honestly too much to take until I’ve reached the chorus part.

Honestly, I think this song could fit NCT Dream better, as it gives off a vibe similar to Hello Future's b-tracks. If some credible source say this could have made HF’s track list, I might believe you too fast.

Also Dream’s Deja Vu where they go na nananananana na na na~

Playful yet confident! That’s what I mean!

As usual, the vocals are insane! Vocal flex from left to right!

I swear Jungwoo sounded a bit like Taemin at the second verse that I had to replay it hahaha

I love hearing Johnny as a vocalist! SM, how many signs do you need until you utilize his vocal talent???

Taeil's part where he sings, "go nuts, go nuts, 'til we go bust, go bust" IDEK BUT I SNORTED A LAUGH AT FIRST LISTEN HFCAHKFHK

Not my favorite, but still great though!

But wait it’s actually stuck in my head???

7. Bring The Noize

Yes, they never beat those noise music allegations

HERE'S SOME NOIZE, BITCHES

I love me some noisy percussions. AND THE BASS YO

This screams so much confidence!

The build up from the pre-chorus to the chorus—FIRE!

This song reminds me a lot of SuperM's Super Car, especially with the engine roar samples and the battle cry-like singing at the chorus.

JAEHYUN RAPPING? You mean Jaehyun the visual, the vocalist, the actor, the model, the funny dude, aka my everything?! (markie bb look pls look away for a moment)

THEY DELIVERED IT STRAIGHT FROM NEOCITY THAT'S SOME NCT MUSIC RIGHT THERE NO ONE DOES IT LIKE THEM

When I said I'd play Focus on a late night drive, and if I add this in the playlist, VROOM VROOM SPEED LIMIT WHAT

OUTTA MY WAY

“We got no shame” ouh TAEYONG’S FLOW IS JUST VERY HIM AND HE’S IN A LEAGUE OF HIS OWN

You know what's so clever about this song? It's how it ended with Mark's final rap without any instrumental, leaving you standing there with a doppler effect-like post experience.

A super car on a super speed just whooshed past you and you look its way as it zips through the road. It's gone in an instant but you're floored dumbfounded at a sidewalk. That's how I describe this song.

8. Magic Carpet Ride

This song… Wow. Oh gosh it's so beautiful.

Their harmony in the chorus—it makes me want to kiss someone so passionately that I'd cry.

This makes me want to feel love that transcends the universe. Literally, just please take me on a magic carpet ride :(

The background harmonies too oh my goodness—HEAVENLY.

Jaehyun's voice is so warm and soulful it fits perfectly with songs of this genre.

Okay alright Doyoung Grande!

And Taeil makes me feel like I'm listening to old school R&B.

The first time I heard this from the track video, I can't stop replaying because it's just that great.

This makes me want to love. I think that sums it up.

9. Road Trip

This is such a soothing song for me, especially how I easily become nostalgic thinking about the road trips I've had.

Whenever I listen to this, my brain immediately conjures up thoughts of my ideal getaways. Gazing at the sky through the car window, stirring up from a nap in the middle of the ride, and eventually reaching your destination.

Oh, to travel around anywhere... (curse you covid-19)

Okay that's it. I'M PACKING UP.

But where do I go—

I could also imagine Mark playing this on the guitar and the other members sing along together, something like that.

Just Wholesome™ vibes.

I love how it evokes such a nice emotion within me effortlessly.

This isn't my favorite, but I still love this.

10. Dreamer

Eyyyy such a refreshing song!

This song is so bright it makes me want to dance. I play this first in the shower!

It reminds me so much of Elevator (from Neozone)

The horns make it more lively I think!

Yuta and Jungwoo's voice suits lively songs like this.

The background vocal in low register in Taeyong's part in the first verse is so good ahhfhf

Taeil, the R&B vocal king you are...

There's this part where Doyoung and Johnny harmonized, that at first listen they seemed to clash, but it sounded actually fine after a few listens. Maybe it's just that I've never heard them do it before.

And I think it's Doyoung's laugh at the end of the bridge? Oh my goodness I really love this too!

11. Promise You

MY FIRST LOVE AND MOST FAVORITE SONG IN THE ALBUM!!!

The first time I heard this from their NCIT Sharehouse Sitcom, I fell in love with the song already.

It sounds like something you'd feel from a warm, welcoming hug.

The lyrics are so beautiful and endearing. It's definitely a be-there-for-you type of song that will touch your heart.

It definitely sounds like a promise.

A song about platonic intimacy.

This really fits to be the closing song of the album. It's like the end of it but holds a promise that says “see you soon.”

Because they cherish their fans like that.

It's also like I've watched a movie with a happy ending, where the camera pans up to the clear sky and this song starts playing.

Speaking of ending, I would love to hear them sing this as an encore stage in their concert. You know, that moment just before the stage lights die down at the end of the concert where they send final blows of flying kisses to NCTzens. Then you come home smiling and crying.

This wasn't supposed to be this long since I originally planned to write this with just simple phrases and emojis but I got too engrossed lol. I also meant to include my own ratings but I figured it’s pointless since I can’t really decide about them hahaha

I really enjoyed the whole album and I love how they're progressively defining what NEO means by breaking through standards. It's not NCT music if it doesn't make you say "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?" But then you realize it’s stuck in your head and you’re enjoying it already.

✨ OVERALL RATING: 127/10 💚

if you’ve reached until here, thank you for letting me share you a braincell or two 💞

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