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iamfabiloz · 2 years
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Goosefeather x sagewhisker t4t manlet and tall wife writing prmopt
Also how do you feel that i made out with someone in your comment section on the poly leafpool vid
YEAA I wrote hurt/comfort thingie of them sorry I went insane and passed out like five times writing this LOL
also I think that u and the romance arc u had in my comments section was beautiful 11/10 :)))/j polyam leafpool isn’t the bane of my existence not all alll/j /lh
anywayz cw for nightmares it’s a little spooky
Hulking, contorting creatures blotted Goosefeather’s view. They shrieked and hissed, writhing around in the pitch black sky. Before long, They slowly disappeared into the darkness, clunking heavy round paws against the floor. At every corner there was a strange, unfamiliar cat, acting out some sort of scenario. There was a ginger tom engulfed in flames, a scarlet soaked tabby with a stake through his heart, a badger looming over the bleeding body of dark gray she-cat, all things Goosefeather had no context for. 
What did they all mean? How could he use any of this information for anything? Goosefeather turned away and ran hard, his paws skidding against the ground. Then he realized he wasn’t running on the ground at all. He was in a black void, images of events yet to come swirling around his feeble pelt. They crowded against his head, begging to be listened to. The noise boomed inside of the medicine cat’s skull, curling around his brain, and stabbing it agonizingly. Goosefeather howled in pain and terror, but when he swiped at the figures, his claws cut through their forms like mist. He couldn’t make them go away. He was powerless. He cupped his trembling paws over his ears, but the sounds slipped through the cracks. They sounded even more outraged. The noise reached a terrifying crescendo and Goosefeather screeched. 
“STOP!” 
Goosefeather’s eyes shot wide open and he wheezed out a shaking breath. The other medicine cats were still sound asleep, beside him. None of them looked to be having terrible dreams, they all looked completely at ease. It was only him. The ThunderClan healer sat up, his breaths coming in short bursts. Oh StarClan, why? Why are you doing this to me, specifically? Goosefeather wailed internally, knowing he would never get a reasonable response. I can’t do anything about my visions, what’s the point of sending them to me? Old anger bubbled beneath his pelt and he felt his fur begin to rise. 
He squinted as he turned to the Moonstone, the bright light dazzling his bleary eyes. He imagined it collapsing into a pile of rubble, its glow fading and reducing the cave to pitch black darkness. Well not complete darkness, Goosefeather thought spitefully, staring up at the ceiling hole above. The stars glittered coldy in the cloudless night sky. Moonlight seeped through the opening, and down into the cramped cave. Even if the Moonstone was gone, StarClan would still find a way to slip a sign into his normal life. It had happened before. 
They would always be watching him. He could never truly run from the star’s foul, vigilant gaze. Eyes would always prick his pelt, his paw steps would always have been foretold, and every hair on his pelt wasn’t his. 
He was the heaven’s plaything. 
Goosefeather wanted to implode in frustration. He wanted to march right up to whoever ran the rat-pit that was StarClan, and demand why he had been cursed.  Why he had to live like this, drowning in visions, when every other healer only got a dose of it. 
Why me? Why me? Why me?
Goosefeather tore at the floor beneath him, but there was nothing to shred, only cold, scuffed stone. His claws scraped painfully against rock as he rapidly flailed his arms, struggling to hold back his enraged hisses. 
After he got tired of that, Goosefeather sank to the ground defeatedly. He wanted to go home and curl up in his nest, but he had to wait for his apprentice, Featherwhisker. The tom was sleeping a few tail lengths away from him, his young face peacefully still. A pang of jealousy jabbed at Goosefeather’s heart as he glared at his snoozing form. 
Why cant I be like that? Why can’t I have normal dreams? He swallowed, trying to bury the feelings of envy towards his apprentice’s good fortune. 
It’s not his fault, StarClan doesn’t hate him. 
Goosefeather let out a hoarse sigh, and buried his face into his paws. His eyes watered and hot tears rolled down his cheeks, dampening the gray fur on his face. Little gutteral animal-like noises erupted from his mouth, and he pressed his paws over it, trying to keep quiet. He sobbed into his pads, his whole face contorting into an ugly cry. Eventually, the noises died down in volume, though his throat burned painfully from the outburst. He rubbed his paws at his face, trying to wipe away the tears and snot. I’m acting like such a fussy kit! He chided himself, though he kept on whimpering. 
“Goose?” A low, confused voice sounded from his left side. Goosefeather looked up with a sniffle. 
Sagewhisker, the ShadowClan medicine cat, was sitting up in her spot, her yellow eyes blinking as she adjusted to being awake. She was Goosefeather’s romantic partner, his mate. A tiny inkling of warmth stirred inside of Goosefeather’s belly. She stood up and padded over to him, her long limbs gracefully stepping around several of her slumbering companions. Her white fur glowed under the Moonstone’s light, making her look ghostly. Goosefeather shivered and tucked his paws beneath himself, blinking away the last of his tears. 
Sagewhisker curled up next to him, reaching out a sleek white paw. 
“Oh Goose, why are you awake? Did you have more visions?” 
“Isn’t it obvious? When don’t I have more visions!” Goosefeather grunted, flicking his tail irritably. Sagewhisker was silent for a moment, her ears twitching in response to his abrasiveness. Her paw lingered uncertainly in the air. A wave of piercing shame ran through Goosefeather’s pelt. 
“I-I’m sorry.” He meowed in a quieter tone, ducking his head. “I’m not over it still.” Sagewhisker’s eyes filled with warmth. 
“You don’t have to be. I understand.” She meowed softly, placing her paw on his shoulder. 
“Do you want to tell me about it?” 
Goosefeather shifted in place for few heartbeats before nodding silently.
 “Okay.”
He inched closer to her, and leaned over to press against her pelt. She shifted her position, making it so Goosefeather could rest his head on her flank while she craned her neck to face him. Goosefeather felt immensely comforted by her presence. She was real and infallible. Sagewhisker wouldn’t harm or terrorize him. He was safe, even just for a moment. Goosefeather sucked in a laborious breath. He started telling his partner all about the wretched dream he had bore witness to. The visions of cats yet to be born. The awful noise of their stories  pounding inside his skull. The endless, dark void he thought he would never escape from. Sagewhisker listened patiently, her expression calm as he spilled out his woes.
“I don’t know why StarClan keeps sending me these awful nightmares! I can’t even do anything about it! No one will listen to me, and Cloudberry taught me to not meddle with fate! As if she knew anything about it!” Foam flecked at the corners of Goosefeather’s mouth as he ranted. Sagewhisker rasped her tongue soothingly behind his ears, nodding quietly. Goosefeather sniffled, pressing his head harder against his mate’s flank. 
“I don’t know what to do, Sagewhisker. The visions won’t stop. I can’t control them. Everywhere I turn, it’s foul omen after foul omen. I scare my clanmates. Even my own sister.” Goosefeather swallowed painfully, his eyes beginning to water once more. 
“I’m going to live like this forever.” 
Sagewhisker stopped licking the back of his ears. Her expression was steely as she looked down at him with her marigold-yellow eyes. 
“I’m so sorry, Goosefeather. You don’t deserve StarClan’s ire one bit. Whichever gaggle of spirit cats decided to give you this gift are bat-blind, and just as foolish in death as they probably were in life.” Her expression hardened with anger. 
“If they keep sending you these dreadful messages, I think you should have some sort of plan for calming down after the ordeal.“ 
Goosefeather tipped his head. “Like what?”
“Take deep, slow breaths after you see something. Don’t let it get a hold of and consume you. Another thing I’ve found that can distract you, is clawing pictures into the dirt. I know it sounds kit-like, but it’s helped me before. It takes your mind off things for a good while. Maybe chew on some honeycomb or drink moss water mixed with chamomile too, I’ve heard it’s good for unwinding. You could even ask Featherwhisker to help you get some. Or take a stroll in the forest and find it yourself. It sounds simple but, a good walk can really help clear your head.” 
Goosefeather blinked, feeling a smidge skeptical. “Are you sure those will work? I don’t know…” Goosefeather trailed off with a huff. Sagewhisker laid her tail gently on his spine. 
“Listen, why don’t you meet me at the ShadowClan border two sunrises from now? I can show you how to do all of these things. We can even test out other strategies. I know it can be daunting, believe me. I know. But it’s important to get into at least one of these habits so the stress doesn’t overwhelm you. StarClan can’t disappear, but we can find methods to help you accommodate and cope.” Sagewhisker nudged Goosefeather’s forehead with her muzzle. 
“Okay, I don’t see why not.” Goosefeather said in a gruff voice. “But you’ll help me with everything, right?” Sagewhisker nodded. “I will, I promise.” Goosefeather twitched his tail approvingly, but then he felt his face fall. 
“What about my clanmates? And my sibling, Moonflower?” Goosefeather’s voice began to tremble again. “They hate me.”
Sagewhisker’s eyes rounded. Goosefeather readied himself for more uplifting encouragement, but a snarl escaped the white she-cat’s jaws. “Then they are toad-brained crow-food eaters. How dare, they shun you without even bothering to listen to what you have to say? You’re the medicine cat for a reason! You’re a skilled healer, yet they all can’t see that past the bridge of their noses. I’m sorry about your sister, perhaps there’s still a chance to mend things with her, but the others… If they dislike you, than that’s on them. I know you, Goosefeather. Quite well. It’s a shame they don’t want to too.” 
Goosefeather felt his skin burn beneath his pelt,  jolts of surprise poking at his body. He twisted his head around to stare at Sagewhisker, who was huffing. She took a deep breath and let it out through her nose. After a minute, she looked back at Goosefeather, her shiny yellow eyes gleaming. 
“Anything you need, Goose, I’m there. I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’ll always be a border away.” 
“Okay.” Goosefeather mumbled, his voice trembling with barely contained emotion.  Feeling as if the metaphorical clouds had cleared, he meowed quietly. “Thanks.” 
Sagewhisker touched her pink nose to his cheek. “Anytime. I care about you, Goosefeather. A lot. I want you to remember that.”
Goosefeather’s chest warmed and he pressed his muzzle into her fur affectionately. Gratitude and love for his mate swept through his body, flooding it with the first overload of positive emotion he had felt in weeks. “I know.” A weak purr rumbled in his throat. “I do too.” 
Sagewhisker brushed her thin muzzle along the side of his face. Goosefeather closed his eyes, trying to drink in as much of the moment as he could. He was safe and happy right now. Sagewhisker, the cat whom he loved dearly, was nuzzling him fondly. 
No visions, no spirit cats, no terrible things beyond his comprehension were plaguing his mind right now. Only comfort and genuine love. The warm, fuzzy thoughts bounced around inside his brain. It would keep him occupied, but only a for bit. He knew he would spiral again soon. But the thought was slightly less terrifying. At the end of the day, he would be reassured of one fact. He would always have someone in his corner that would help and support him; Sagewhisker. 
The ThunderClan medicine cat felt himself smile as Sagewhisker rested her head overtop his.  The warm weight made him feel like a kit again, bundled up in the nursery in piles of cozy moss. Goosefeather blinked, a strange feeling of bliss overtaking his senses for a heartbeat. His eyes darted toward the Moonstone. It seemed to burn even more brightly than before, and he squinted at the harsh glare. The light was seeming to rise in brilliance, though the moonlight wasn’t increasing; the glow within the stone itself was. Goosefeather blinked. When he opened his eyes, the excess rays and shine were gone. It looked normal again.
 Goosefeather felt like he had been drenched in ice-cold water. 
He turned away and buried his face into Sagewhisker’s neck fur, making her meow softly in surprise. Joke’s on you, STARCLAN. I’m going to keep being mates with her, no matter what you say. She’s cared for me more than you fox-hearts have. We’re happy together, and you can’t change that. I won’t let you. You can send me all the omens in the world, but I won’t let you ruin this for me!
Sagewhisker’s muzzle brushed his ear. 
“Are you alright, dear?”
Goosefeather looked up at her with a crooked smile.
“I’m more than alright, Sage. Thank you.” He pressed his snout back into her moss-soft pelt, making her purr. 
Don’t touch a hair on my pelt, StarClan, they all belong to Sagewhisker now. 
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dynamitedemonlord999 · 9 months
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Furry-butt Situation PT9
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(Funny thing is- I was supposed to post this yesterday… Whoops time flies. Anyway shout out to for reminding me that this series needs a finish. I was originally gonna end this series a few chapters ago as it was only supposed to be 5 chapters long. HOWEVER- some things got added and changed. SO- there will only be 2 more chapter after this as we’re coming to the end of Fluffy or Furry I forget which one it was lol, -butt Situation. Who knows the things to come in store. Fun Fact real quick, is actually when I first was thinking of this fiction, I pulled an R.L. Stine, and came up with the ending first. BUT! Not the ending you think- oh no no no :) You guys will have no idea what hit you. Also- you’re welcome…
BUT AGAIN HUGE THANK YOU TO on Tumblr, go follow her as she helped me get back onto the right track as I almost ruined the series.. *Cough* Anyway- Awaaayyy…)
‘Drip! Drip!’ The sound of a surprised grunt came from the weight on your lap as you felt your nose growing wet. ‘Drip!’ Your face twitched as you slowly came from your wake. The sound of loud rumbles of thunder then broke through your ears. A oud grunt and headbutt into your cheek was the final cause of your wake. Opening your eyes you were met with a dark, neutral, gray, sky. Covering the blue sky you had fallen asleep to, how the large and puffy clouds had obscured the air. Only small bits and slashes of blue shined through. Sitting up as you felt four paws jump off your lap, you felt more drops of wet liquid hitting your clothed skin. “Oh-” Was all you could say before standing up quickly and cleaning up your sight. The sound of loudening thunder and strengthening rain proving as worthy motivation to quicken your packing. As you finally zipped up your backpack’s zipper, you heard a loud almost bark. “I know- I forgot it was going to rain today!” You told King as he impatiently tapped or rather clawed at your leg. Tossing your bag on as you heard the sounds of a pouring rain growing closer. You quickly bent down, picking up your cat as he let out a small yowl. You quickly began to run through the forest, not wanting to get caught by the rain. OR, if you really like rain: not wanting your fluffy King to turn into a rather royal pain as he would never forgive you for letting him become so soaked he’d look like some deranged rat.
As you ran you held onto your cat tightly against your chest as he simply but warm heartedly held your neck as he looked behind you. “Mrow!” He meowed loudly, the sound of the rain drawing ever so closer. “MROW!” He shouted into your ear, “I know!” you retorted back as he informed you of the drawing fate. ‘Screw it.’ You thought as you used your hand to bring you stability as you jumped over a large log. Using your quirk, the feeling of wind suddenly rushing your legs made you only smirk as you shot off. King’s small arms wrapped arouns you tighter as he let out a loud and alarmed “RAAAAAH!” From the sudden speed you shot yourself from. One hand firmly holding his small back as you practically skateboarded through the forest. The small tufts of blonde fur barely blocking your vision, however not stoping your quirk or your own mind from imagining as through you were riding the waves of the ocean on a surfing board. Easily dodging large or small tree trunks that had been cut down. Or any bush that stood in your path’s way. The only time you stopped using your quirk for a moment was when you went and did a 360 in the air, hugging your cat as it let out a loud holler. However before your feet dared to land on the ground, you caught the two of you again and continued your race against the rain to your dorm.
“WAAHOOOO!” Katsuki couldn’t help but cheer as you easily zoomed through the forest. “HELL YEAH!” He hollered as he felt a rush of adrenaline, excitement, for once again being in the air. Something he had almost forgotten. Even as the rushing blurs of colors were left behind your back. He still found enjoyment from the thri of the wind brazing through his hair/fur, the smell of cleansing and calming rain in his nose followed by the crisp scent of the outdoor air. The male couldn’t help himself as he continued to cheer as if he was riding the best rollercoaster in all of Japan. The joy however ended sooner than he hoped, even though the two of you had ventured far from the school’s from yard. Your quirk made you wicked fast, he almost had given you the nickname Cloud Twister from how you easily surfed the air. However it wasn’t a mean enough nickname for him to give you at the time as he wouldn’t dare let anyone think less of him from such a nice action. However instead of Cloud Droppings, Stink Fog, or Fog Farter which Katsuki called you since he had met you as it seemed fitting at the time. Now he saw his original nickname to be much more suiting as you didn’t fit in with the category of losers. You’d proven yourself to him before his little situation, dare he say the multiple times you had saved his life, but even upon fighting you at the UA Sports Festival. As you two flew through the air, so did the simple memories of you. Your more fiery personality as it so starkly contrasted your quirk, your determination to become a top prohero, your sheer will power to not give up as he had beat you into submission as you were so damn stubborn, but the most important thing he remembered, was your mercy. Something he would never forget as he remembered cowering in the corner of a small, dark, smelly, box. Unable to effectively defend himself as the blurred but still ugly faces of the middleschoolers ran through his mind. How lucky he had been for you to have dropped in at the right time. Katsuki turned his head and saw the same look of your face he surprisingly hadn’t fallen in love with, your focused look which reminded him of (the hobby you had done), however that night was only the 2nd night he had truly fallen for you.
FInally, you had reached past the clearing as King continued to make some loud and strange noises you weren’t sure a cat could make. No longer needing to dodge ever leaf or branch, you enhanced your quirk’s acceleration as you shot past and through the lushious greenery. Slowing down as you were merely a few yards from the Class 1-A dorms. Ditching your quirk, you continued to dead sprint until you nearly broke down the door. Shielding King as you used you shoulder instead. Panting as sweat had slightly built upon your forehead you sighed “Whew! Dodged that bullet-” You froze upon seeing all your classmates who shared your same deer in te headlight expression as they had stopped what they were doing and were fully locked onto you. You mentally blinked as your eyes slowly moved to the clock, reading 7:30 pm. Your eyes then turned back to the full lobby. “Rawr” King broke the silence as he had his back to the many people, not knowing what was going on. However, you felt within the very depths of your should. If you dared showed him to the room, from what Deku, Ochako, Mina, and even Koda had told you. That there would be no standing person in the room. Jirou opened her mouth as she began to point but you quickly brought a finger to your mouth, warning her to be quiet. You then covered King’s eyes with your hand, feeling his head back away and try to duck from your reach as he let out a confused “Mrr? Mrow! MOW!” He shouted as you then quickly left the area.
Kirishima blew from his mouth as he continued to screw his protien shake’s lid on. “Was that L/N’s crazy cat?” Todoroki pointed to your shadow as you had nearly jumped up all the stairs. Kirishima nodded as he let out a “MhM”. Swallowing his chocolate flavored drink he nodded his head towards the second greenhaired person in the back “Ask Midoryia, he dealt with its rage.” Todoroki turned to Deku who had made a loud gulp and didn’t dare take his eyes off the stairs. Quiet mutterings came pouring from his mouth as his wrapped arm was shaking. “Deku?” Ochako asked “Deku?” she asked once more, but the male was in a trance seemingly. “Midoryia-” Todoroki put a hand on his shoulder, causing the male to jump and let out a loud yelp. Quickly covering his mouth he blinked “Oh! S-sorry I-” However his voice got caught in his throat as above the class they heard a loud thud along with pitter pattering. Deku could only squeak a he hid behind Todoroki and Kirishima.
A few moments before:
You let out a small huff as you stopped mountain climbing the stairs. Walking normally as you rubbed the cat’s face. “Sorry bud-” The sound a door closing interrupting you as the shortest being you had ever seen began to walk towards you. “Heh heh, nice cats you got there.” You looked at the male confused as he walked past you “Uh- thanks but. I only have one?” The purple haired boy giggled as he turned to you with the most shit eating grin “I wasn’t talking about the mop on your shoulder-” he began laughing. You felt King’s head snap towards the sound as he moved your hand away. The feeling of his hostile growls entering your ear and making our body almost instantly jump into fight or flight. However Mineta’s tiny body had turned from you, not seeing the utter rage you easily felt. “Aww, a little kitty cat’s-” However before the word come finish from his mouth as he slowly turned to make fun of the cat. You felt the weight in your arms disappear as King was suddenly already launching his attack.
“RAAAWRRAAWR!” The sounds of someone screaming and a blood thirsty roar ripped from the upstairs. “What the-” Momo began before a loud crash made the whole class jump. “Koda!” Ojiro dropped down next to the limp body, the male grabbed his wrist and shot his head up “He-he’s dead-” “AHHHHHH!” The sound of crashing and pain filled screaming interrupted Ojiro’s discovery as the sound of many drops banged from the upstairs. “L/N’s up there! We have to help her-” Jirou who was also trying to help Koda’s state began to move upwards. However her actions were stopped as the student had once again returned from the land of the dead. Grabbing onto her hand hard, making her wince as she knew it would be bruised. The utter fear in his eyes as he held onto her made half of the class’s body run cold “DO NOT! GO NEAR Y/N OR THAT CAT! HE’LL EAT YOU ALIVE!” Sero dropped next to him, grabbing his shoulders “Woah- it’ ok man-” Koda’s chest heaved as he hyperventilated “Kill- kill- HE’S GOING TO KILL US ALL!” The sound of sudden thumping growing closer as though a body was hitting each step of the stairs made the students turn their head towards the stairs. A bloodied, battered, torn, and almost unrecognizable person laid at the foot of the stairs. His heavy head slowly rising as blood oozed from his eyes and mouth “rUn fOr YouR LiIife-” his head dropped, a burst of lighting suddenly flashed in the room as Mineta’s body remained unmoving.
“Aww, what a sweet little protector. You want a treat?” “Rawr!” The cat growled, his puffed up fur still standing on edge as he walked funny. Shaking as he tried to kick off one of Mineta’s balls that was stuck to his small jelly bean toesies. Lifting his right, front, paw he shook it hard as another ball was stuck to the back of it. You couldn’t help but laugh as he shook them off the small “Rr rr rr aa aa aa!” that came from his throat. King must’ve made Mineta lose his feelings as the balls didn’t stick for long. Shaking his head and body, King looked back up to you as he simply trotted after your figure.
Closing the door you let out a happy hum as your eyes were closed. “Home- sweet home.” You turned to your clean bedroom and put down your backpack as you moved to your dresser. The sound of a small crunch from your pillows made you turn your head as King had dropped onto your bed. “Aw” You couldn’t help but coo as you turned your head back to your dresser. Taking out your pajamas, pulling down and off your clothes you quickly changed, letting your hair down you fluffed it as you ge the tension from your hair thing/elastic band/ scrunchy/ect lift. You then grabbed your clothes and tossed it into the dirty laundry bin. Looking over you saw King had his face buried into your pillow, his own paws holding and pushing the pillow into his face as he now laid on his belly. You let out a small giggle as you bent down, kissing him. Hearing a small and high pitched “Hm?”, I’m done changing now King Baby, you can look now. King slowly moved his head over to look at you, making you quickly dive in and kiss him. “MrAoW!” He yelled as he snapped his head back and continued to burry himself in your pillows. You laughed as you walked to the bathroom, closing it as you got ready for the night.
Katsuki felt his heart thundering against his chest, he didn’t look at you. As soon as he heard the unzipping of your pants and clothes hitting the ground he turned away. But damn, your antics were going to be the death of him. Growling and semi-shouting into the pillow he took a large huff of hot and thin air as his mind buzzed of thoughts about you. Turning he couldn’t help but hug the pillow in-between his small limbs, small, innocent, thoughts ran through his mind. The feeling of you and the warming scent of comfort that followed you. The idea of actually being able to date you. The cat let out a loud groan as he bellowed into your pillow. That would only be possible IF YOU KNEW WHO HE WAS! He shouted in his brain.
“King?” Katsuki snapped his head upwards. Looking at you as you looked at him with a funny look, your hands on your hips. “What are you doing to my squishmallow pillow?” Katsuki blinked as he looked at the (your favorite colored)-Ed pillow before looking back at you. Grabbing it and shoving his claws into it, he bit down on top of its head as he made loud growling and yowling noises, kicking and clawing at the pillow. “No no no! KING STOP!” You shouted panicked by his sudden actions. Katsuki bit and clawed into the plush’s fabric as he made loud but aggressive “NOM NOM NOM!” noises.
You finally were able to rip the pillow out from King’s clawed clutches as he laid on his bed. Huffing and shaking his head as his tail threw itself around violently. A loud “MRRROWWWRRRRRR.” Left his small mouth as you put the pillow to the side of the bed. Almost as if you had set off a button King tacked the pillow, rolling off your bed. “KING!” You shouted, using your quirk to pick up both of the objects. King continued to bunny kick the poor thing, as though he hadn’t gotten all his anger out in Mineta merely minutes before. “King! If you don’t stop. I will not stop giving you kisses.” You knew how much it seemed to work up the cat whenever you’d sneak or force a kiss on him. However he continued to make new patterns in the plush as he continued to ruin it, not paying attention to you. “Oh what?” You Drew your face close to your little demonic fur baby “You want me to kiss you?” Your cat froze as his eyes slowly moved to look at your smirking face. “I wouldn’t mind- kissing you some more. Maybe- infinite kisses until the end of time?” You watched at the cat’s ears raised a little, the toy dropping from his mouth. However his small arms still cradling the small or same sized squishmallow compared to his body. “mow?” King asked quietly, you couldn’t help but laugh as you sat on your bed, opening your arms as you pulled him in. Releasing your quirk you took your squishmallow away and hugged King close, laying in the bed you looked into his little red eyes. You kissed his cheeks then his nose before hugging and snuggling your face into his small tummy. “Goodnight, I love you. Kingy Baby.” You felt a small had come from his nose as the air blew on your forehead. However the sounds of his purrs filled your ears as you easily drifted off to sleep with his own little lullaby.
(Fun fact, Katsuki when he was trying to come up with the perfect hero name for himself. Came up with one for you as Midnight was scolding everyone for having something threatening or scary. He couldn’t help but glare at himself, but feel some joy as you stood up there and gave your what he had thought to be a dumb pitch of a hero name. Looking down at his white board, he had written ‘Surplus Cumulus’. It spoke out your personality to him as your cheers whenever you fought to motivate your team seemed to be too much to him. It was a bit much but yet at the same time nice and more fue for the fire when you’d shout out compliments to your team. Yet the way you treated others with much care and live made him think of you at first to have a fluffy and loving nature. Reminding him of the large clouds in the sky, their fluffyness filling the bright blue. Almost covering it as though in a big hug, tuning his head back towards you. He remembered many times you had hugged his classmates and even dared to do the same with him. Katsuki’s hand itched as he looked back down and quickly erased his white board. Instead he itched onto it ‘King Explosion Murderer’)
(Sorry for any typos- oh damn it’s already tomorrow.)
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oatskare · 2 years
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pondering my vision
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heauxzenji · 3 years
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could you do the nsfw alphabet for atsumu please? thank you :)
Aw shit, here we go again...
NSFW Alphabet: Miya Atsumu
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gn!reader focused
A/N: She hasn’t written in awhile but you know what I’m proud of it- lol be nice to me or I’ll leave forever jk I won’t but still be nice to me ily 💕 Atsumu is a menace I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Obviously nasty below the cut so if you’re a kid fuck off
𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊
He’s not the best, but certainly not the worst. He will take care of you, but… only after he takes care of himself first. Usually that just means he needs to take a shower. Once he does, he’s free to supply cuddles until you both fall asleep.
𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙
He has abs so solid you could make a sharkcoochie board on them. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒
When Atsumu cums… he cums hard. It’s like having an out of body experience- every nerve cell in his body is firing off as he tenses up, digging his nails into whatever flesh he can grab, and grinding his heels into the surface supporting him. He bites down so hard his teeth grind involuntarily as his face contorts in a strained statuesque vision. One low growl from deep in his chest comes out through gritted teeth as he sputters out mixtures of “that’s it,” and “don’t you dare fucking stop.”
The orgasm face of Atsumu Miya is one of the 7 wonders of the world.
𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙
It’s not a secret per se, but he’s been exposed and clowned for eating ass… so he doesn’t wanna talk about it.
𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊
So contrary to popular belief, I don’t think he’s that experienced... he’s just lucky! (Lmaoooo all of his experience is based on like 2 actual people that he maybe got to second base with (he says third but come on we know he’s lying) and then a litany of porn. Poor thing just wants some coochie I AM HERE KING and he has no trouble finding it, he just never seals the deal. He’s someone who just kind of, knows what to do naturally. He’s able to read someone’s body by touch alone, and so he knows what you like right off the bat based on how you react. He might try a couple of things at the start to see what really makes you squirm, but once he’s got it... holy hell has he ever got it.
𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
I hate to say how easy this was- but I KNOW Atsumu is a guy who prefers doggy. I see him as a hair puller, so this is perfect for him. I also could see him being into mirrors, and this is the perfect position to make you look at what he’s doing to you, especially while he’s pulling your head back by your hair. He especially likes gripping his thumbs into the smalls of your back (he crosses his arms bc saw it in a porn once and he thinks it makes him look cool), and when he’s INTO it, he likes to smack your ass to encourage you.
𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞
Is goofy by accident. Like will sometimes try throwing in something new with his normal dirty talk that completely throws you off. He hates when you laugh at him for it, but you find it endearing.
𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗
I’m gonna… say something so controversial yet so bold:
What hair?
And yes I mean that. Smooth. He waxes. Monthly. No hair. (Besides like… legs and armpits… yah he doesn’t touch those) Naked mole rat dick but fuck it he’s Atsumu motherfucking Miya he can do what he wants.
𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞
While he’s not the most... romantic in general per se, he does want to make you feel appreciated. He’s very eager to get his, but he won’t allow himself to unless you have already. It takes restraint, but he cools himself down by having you get on top, or by leaving lingering kisses anywhere he can, saying you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.
𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋
When he’s away from you he loves to send you videos of himself or FaceTime you. He gets you worked up enough to join him no matter where you are. He just needs to see you, he needs you to see him stroking his cock to the thought of you- he can’t cum without you telling him to.
𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐
I have to get this out but I KNOW he’s nasty. I imagine Atsumu as a huge dirty talker and also someone who’s into spitting. Both of those are just clear in my brain... like he would be pundinng you from behind, spit on your back, and then call you a slut all in 3 seconds flat but the way that you would cream? Ugh insanity he needs to be arrested he needs to be stopped
𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
Since he’s got money now- he’s a big fan of ordering Uber XLs or even just hiring a driver for a night on the town as a flex. But he especially loves telling his driver to put up the window partition while he annihilates you in the backseat. I just think he’s a fan of car sex in general- it just does it for him.
𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓
Loves to hear his name. Whether you’re moaning it or screaming it like it’s the only word you know, he’s always going to ask you who you belong to, and the answer is always Atsumu.
𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!
He totally eats ass. He’s just not gonna tell anyone bc he told Osamu ONCE and now his contact name is ASStumu and he lives in fear of that getting out.
𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑
Sloppppppyyyyyy. Loves giving ~slightly~ more than receiving, simply bc he loves the sight of seeing his spit dripping down your thighs while he goes down on you. Loves eye contact when you’re going down on him.
𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊
Though I wouldn’t say he’s super experienced, I know he’s relentless. He fucks. Literally just fucks. Not in the sense that he only treats you like a hole bc yikes, but in the sense that he just goes the speeds of fast or faster. There’s no slow with him.
𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊
Yeah. Lots of them. Anywhere, anytime. Particularly for him, a lot of them end up being in his car, simply because you’ll be out somewhere and the mood strikes. He’ll quickly take you out to the car for a few minutes, slut you out, and then return to the function like nothing happened. You’ve had many a quickie in a bathroom or closet in a party as well. When he wants you, he wants you, so he’s not afraid to take you.
𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐
Not as much of a risk-taker as people think. Mostly because he wants to protect you. He would hate for someone to see you in such a compromising position… but also, you’ve had your fair share of quickies in the bathrooms of various wedding receptions, so he’s lying.
𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆
Can last a decent amount of time, if he spreads it out over multiple rounds. I’m general, he can probably go about 2 or 3 rounds without needing a break. More if you draw out foreplay with him. He’s a pleaser, so really how long he lasts is up to you. He’s got the power and control to hold off on is own release until he’s certain you absolutely can’t take anymore.
𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞
One of those mfs who gets you the mold of his dick as a toy for your birthday for when he’s away because according to him “you’ll be so needy while I’m gone”
I hate him so much but I would use that shit every day he knows what he’s doing I’m so upset
𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗
Speaking of being needy- he loves to egg you on when you are. He knows all the buttons to push, but he’ll never actually make the move until you’re begging. And of course he loves to turn that around in you, hitting you with that “god, ya just can’t get enough of me, can ya?”
𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊
He’s more of a talker than a moaner. Not necessarily loud in bed- but very, very vocal. Commanding of you in a good way, and will definitely show his appreciation through praise.
𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉
Actually has a Cosmo subscription bc he likes trying all the strange and obscure sex positions in the articles. Also likes taking the quizzes, and will casually have you do them with him at breakfast.
𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞
he’s a little on the thicker side. Its probably a good 7 inches, so it’s enough to fill you, add in the stretch of his girth and it’s a good, mild burn when he first goes in, but he fills you just enough without it being way too much. He’s a shower, so he doesn’t get much longer, but you have a lot to work with. He also has a cute freckle on his left inner thigh.
𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌
His sex drive is on the higher end, but really only when he’s in his off season. When he’s actively playing in games, he tries to curb his appetite a bit because he believes in the superstition that sex messes with players’ stamina on the court.
𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟
He’s gonna knock out, but not until he showers. He ALWAYS showers after. The water soothes his muscles and by the time he’s done it’s lights out.
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mrs-gucci · 3 years
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A Different Kind of Urgent {Charlie Barber x Reader}
author’s notes: hellooooo! my penpal friend, a fellow adam driver rat, sent me a print of a charlie picture (that I’d seen a gajillion times before, mind you) and for some reason, I thirsted hard. so, naturally, I wrote a fic inspired by the picture. the reader in this story is a college professor, but it doesn’t really contribute to any ‘essential’ parts of the story (aka the smutty parts). it’s just her job lol
warnings: smut. some fluff. masturbation. semi-public smut. the sending of nudes (well, lingerie pics, to be specific). charlie’s dad outfits™️. cigarette smoking during sex. uhh tennis shoe kink??
(possible) tw’s: semi-public sex. semi-public masturbation. tobacco use (as is canon for Charlie’s character). implied age gap (everyone’s over 21, no more than 10 years).
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You’re in the middle of class when Charlie texts you. Your phone buzzes and buzzes on your desk so much so that you have to stop your lecture for a few seconds, worried that something urgent has happened.
Well, something did happen, and it was pretty urgent, but not exactly in the way you’d expected.
-Charlie: I know you’re teaching class right now kid.- -Charlie: But I need you.- -Charlie: Right now.-
A shiver runs down your spine as you read his words on the screen.
-Y/N: I’ve got like 45 more minutes of lecture, baby, I can’t.-
He growls under his breath, cock straining in his tan khakis.
-Charlie: Fuck.- -Charlie: Can you send me a picture? Just need to see your pretty body, kid.-
-Y/N: Say please, Charlie.-
Charlie groans in sexual frustration, hips bucking up in his desk chair.
-Charlie: Jesus fucking christ, fucking brat. PLEASE! PLEASE send me a picture!-
You smirk, picking out one of the lingerie photos you’d taken when you were home alone one night. You’ve been waiting for the right time to whip them out and...well, this seems like the right time.
-Y/N: Attachment 1 image- -Y/N: Knock yourself out. Take a picture when you’re done, and I’ll be over as soon as class is finished.-
His shaky hands scramble to type in his phone passcode and click on your message, a strangled moan leaving his lips at the picture you chose. He’d never seen this one before, never seen this set of lingerie before.  He unbuckles his belt and almost tears the button clean off his khakis as he pulls his cock out, tip already red and drooling with precum. 
Before he starts anything, he quickly runs over to his office door, locking it to keep anyone from walking in. 
His navy cardigan suddenly feels almost suffocating and he sheds it without hesitation, unbuttoning his dress shirt and parting it, revealing his undershirt. 
Wait...you want a picture. Fuck.
An idea comes to him and he whimpers, equal parts aroused and nervous about giving it a try. God he hasn’t touched himself since the divorce proceedings, just needing to blow off some fucking steam, but you’ve reignited his sexual passion, overwhelmingly so, and seemingly even more than before. Maybe even more than ever, if he’s honest with himself.
He feels like a teenager again, both completely smitten with you while at the same time incredibly horny for you.
Charlie stands up on shaky legs and shoves all the paperwork off his desk, clearing a roomy spot right in the center. He bites his lip as he props his phone up on his desktop computer with the picture of you pulled up. Jerking off with just his hand wouldn’t be enough this time around, a small part of him just knew it. He needs to fuck you, fuck something.
He positions his hands around the edge of his desk, leaving his thumbs right at the top, putting them in a wonky sort of ‘o’ shape. He adjusts so that the sharp edge is pressing against his palm before experimentally thrusting his length forward into the hole he’s created with his thumbs, immediately groaning in pleasure. 
“O-Oh, kid.”
He whispers, picking up a slow thrusting rhythm, eyes squeezed shut as he imagines your pussy.
“Such a good little pussy, my good f-fucking girl.” A line of sweat has already begun forming on his forehead as he moves a bit quicker, growling wildly with each thrust. He’s embarrassingly close already. “God, j-jesus fucking christ, gonna make me cum so f-fast, kid. I’m already s-so close, damnit.”
His hips grow desperate, bucking erratically into his grip. The drag of his cock against the faux wood surface feels absolutely incredible, and he barely even hears the desk begin to groan and shift against the floor of his office, too consumed with his impending orgasm.
“Yeah, you ready? Y-You fuckin’ ready for my big fat--fuck!--load in this pretty little--shit!--k-kitty?”
Just hearing him say the word aloud, his nickname for your cunt, has him cumming within moments. His vision blacks out for a second as his hips rut forward, a seemingly continuous stream of warm white cum painting his desktop. 
“Ahhhhh, fuuuuuuuck.”
He has to bury his mouth into his shirt arm to hide the cries that come from him, eyebrows knitted at the center of his forehead. His breathing is heavy as he begins coming down from his high, eyes flitting open and looking down at the mess he’d made. 
His load had gone across the entire width of his desk, and his eyes widened for a moment as his brain somehow comprehended to grab his phone and take a picture of the spread. 
-Charlie: Attachment 1 image- -Charlie: Come straight to my office when you get to the theater.-
You take a quick peek at the message from Charlie as your students pull out their workbooks, jaw dropping when you open the picture full-screen. Holy shit, he really did need it.
-Y/N: You sure you still have enough to fill me up with when I get there?-
-Charlie: I always have enough for you, kid. Gonna have it leaking out of you when you leave.-
You chew your lip, thinking of a quick yet clever response.
-Y/N: Is that a promise?-
He groans under his breath, chuckling lightly with a small smile.
-Charlie: Absolutely. Can’t wait to see you, kid.-
-Y/N: I’m excited too. I’ll be there in 20.-
The twenty minutes it takes for you to finish class and walk over to Exit Ghost feels like some of the longest in Charlie’s life, knee bouncing impatiently and eyes glued to the door. He twirls the Marlboro package in his hand, the clock behind his desk tick-tick-ticking the seconds away. 
Finally, a soft knock comes and, just in case it isn’t you, he stuffs the carton into his pocket. “Come in.”
Your head pokes through the door and you smile at him as you walk in, shutting and locking the door behind you. You immediately notice his outfit, specifically his shoes, which are propped up on his desk. 
He knows that you like how he dresses, especially when he dresses very dad-like. And those sneakers he has, the white ones with the blue lines on them...god, they drive you absolutely crazy and you have no idea why.
Your bags are quickly shoved off your shoulder by the impatient director, pulling you into his body as his lips attack yours fiercely. He notices the way you’re eyeing his outfit, and it’s then that he realizes what shoes he has on, the pair that you like so much. Oh, he could use that.
His grip on the meat of your hips tightens increasingly as the kiss heats up, lips eventually moving down to your neck. 
“Well, hello to you too.”
You say, laughing softly.
“Mmmm,” He hums onto your skin, lips littering kisses and small nibbles everywhere they can reach. “I missed you, kiddo, feels like forever since we’ve had time for something like this.”
Charlie’s large body presses you up against the door, hands eager to rid you of your pants. He quickly yanks them down to your ankles, fingers finding your clothed folds.
“I’ve got a staff meeting at two, baby. We h-have to be kind of quick...sorry.” You breathe, hand wrapping in his hair, tugging at the silky raven locks.
A small and slightly disappointed sigh leaves his lips, but nothing more is said on the matter. His movements do become a bit more rushed, though, digits dipping beneath the fabric to shove up into your entrance. 
Your legs spread instinctively, knees shaking as he finger-fucks you, thick digits scissoring inside you to prepare for his girth. Meanwhile, you try to focus on getting his belt and pants undone, but it’s awfully hard when his fingers feel so damn good.
He pulls away suddenly, sucking the juices off his fingers as his hungry eyes roam your figure. The carton of cigarettes presses against his thigh and he smirks, pulling his digits out with a lewd pop.
Charlie suddenly pulls you off the door, putting himself in your spot instead. He smirks, fingers running under your chin, keeping your head tilted up at him.
“Will you go open the window for me please, beautiful?”
You nod, rushing over to push it open, then come back over to stand in front of him.
“Good girl. Thank you.”
His pointer finger twirls and points to the floor while the other hand grabs the pack and lighter from his pants pocket.
“Now, turn around and bend over right here, hold your ankles or feet, or whatever.”
As you position yourself accordingly, he leans back against the door, legs spread and sneaker-clad feet planted on either side of you, right within your line of vision. He’s almost fully hard again already as he moves to free his cock from its khaki confines, undoing his pants just enough to have it out. 
Again, his cardigan feels suffocatingly hot, so he quickly pulls it off and tosses it away. He rolls the sleeves up on his button-up, a sight that makes your insides clench.
He jams a cigarette between his teeth, jaw clenching when he looks up and realizes that you’re bent over for him, in just the way he asked. Your glistening pussy’s on full display as you wiggle your ass a bit, his cock bobbing and twitching with excitement. 
“Oh kid, you’re dripping.” Charlie whispers, almost to himself, hand kneading one of the globes of your ass.
You chuckle softly. “Hey, baby? As much as I love hearing and feeling you, my legs are getting kinda tired.”
Laughing, Charlie says a quick ‘sorry’ before holding and pulling your hips back, lining himself up with your soaked entrance. He pulls you back some more, impaling you on his cock, head falling back against the door as he does so. 
His hands shakily ignited the small flame on his lighter, bringing it up until the tip of the cigarette turned orange before flipping the cap back on and shoving it back in his pocket. He takes a long drag, groaning on the exhale. 
He keeps one hand on your hip while the other spreads out on your lower back, guiding you back and forth over his shaft slowly, gently.
“Thaaat’s it, just like this, kid.”
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the impossibly deep angle created with this new position has it feeling like he’s reaching into your guts. Plus, with the natural up-curve of his cock, he’s brushing all the right spots inside you.
“C-Charlie…”
The familiar and comforting scent of Charlie’s cigarettes fills your nostrils, a haze of smoke surrounds your joined bodies. He continues to move you up and down on his length, buttocks clenching as his hips naturally rock forward, burying himself to the hilt each time you sink down.
“God...jesus christ...love this little pussy of yours, kid.” He breathes through his gritted teeth. “Taking me so nicely, always wrapped around me so goddamn tight.”
You quickly begin moving yourself up and down his stiff rod, bouncing as fast as you can manage. The sweet burn in your thighs only grows more prominent with each passing second, but you don’t care, too consumed in pleasure.
“Mmmmmyyyeah, baby, all for you.”
His hand comes down on your ass, giving it a firm smack before taking another quick drag, exhaling through his nose.
“That’s f-fucking right, all mine. You love being a little slut for this cock, huh? I know you do, you love when I bring you in my office and fuck your pretty cunt in the middle of the goddamn work day, can’t even wait until I get home, this f-filthy slut cunt needs to be split open and stuffed nice and full. Can’t go one fucking day without my cum fucked in you, always needs to be filled up and leaking, hm?”
Charlie was never able to do stuff like this or talk to Nicole like this. She was pretty vanilla when it came to sex, just like to be fucked quietly in bed. He called her a ‘slut’ once and she almost cried, lecturing him for half an hour afterwards on how disrespectful it was.
But now, he gets to explore everything he hasn’t gotten the chance to with you. You love it all, love the way he talks filth in your ear, calls you naughty names. You love getting fucked in all sorts of places, which at first made him a little nervous, cheeks and the tips of his ears bright red when you asked him to fuck you in your classroom or finger you under your dress on the subway. But, after almost a year and a half together, you can safely say that he’s a full-on exhibitionist deviant.
Your walls clamp down around him, eyes still squeezed shut as you feel his hips begin to thrust forward. Soon, he holds you almost completely still, moving his hips as fast as he can. His cigarette is almost ashes at this point, and he kicks himself for not thinking of a good disposal plan beforehand.
“Oh baby, oh baby...f-fuck!” You whine, hips squirming and gyrating as your impending orgasm grows closer. “Y-Yeah, I love it, love everything you do to me. Wanna take every s-single fucking drop of your cum, Charlie, want it inside me, want it dripping down my thighs.”
He almost loses his mind over your comments, drilling into you at an impossibly hard and fast rate, the lewd slapping squelching sound of your hips colliding overwhelmingly prominent in the space around you. 
“You’ll go back to work with so much cum shoved into you, make you sit through your stupid fucking meeting with my cum dripping out of you. B-Better hope no one notices, huh? Better hope your boss doesn’t find out what a good little cockslut you are, how much you love having a pussy-full of your boyfriends f-fucking cum.”
A few muted cries leave your lips as he pounds you harder, his own words spurring him on. He can feel your walls pulsing around him, a sure-fire sign that you’re about to cum. 
“C-Charlie! Charlie, I...I’m close.”
“K-Know you are, kid, I know you are. You’re doing so f-fucking well for me, Y/N, squeezing my big cock like a fuckin champ.” Charlie growls, quickly tossing his spent cigarette in a coffee mug on a nearby table. “And now you’re gonna rub your little clit and cum for me like I know you want to. C’mon, kid, wanna feel you come undone around me.”
You quickly begin rubbing your clit and, despite the odd angle, it brings you right up to the edge. You just need something, just a little something, to push you over the edge. Your eyes flutter open to look up at him, but then, you’re met with the sight of his sneakers.
“Goddamnit!” You’re cumming almost instantly, flooding his shaft with your release. “Yes! Oh god, yeah, c-cumming for you baby!”
His hips keep pumping, taking you right through your climax before abruptly coming to a halt when they’re buried as deep inside you as they can possibly be. His eyes go wide before squeezing shut, a guttural groan ripping through his chest as he pumps and shoves his thick creamy load into you.
“T-Take it, f-filthy whore!” He groans, rutting his hips the whole way through, making sure every drop is put inside you.
Once he’s finished, having ridden out his high to its fullest, he tucks himself back into his pants before helping you stand back up. He holds you close, looking down at you with a bright, genuine smile. 
“You’re amazing, incredible...just so perfect.” He kisses all over your face before landing on your lips.
Your cheeks heat up at his compliments, hands weaving through his hair as the kiss deepens. 
Suddenly, someone knocks on your office door, jiggling the doorknob.
“Charlie?”
His eyes fly open and he pulls away. Shit.
“Yeah, I’m h-here, just give me a minute!”
You quickly pull your pants up and jump under his desk to hide just as he opens the door, running a hand through his hair. 
He talks to the person on the other side of the door in a rushed voice, answering their multitude of questions before quickly shutting the door, sighing as you crawl out from under the desk. 
“At least we both got to cum, unlike last time.” You walk up and put your hands on his pecs, rubbing them over the fabric. “I gotta get going though, baby. I wanna grab lunch from the deli before my staff meeting.”
Charlie nods, dipping his head down to kiss you one last time, nuzzling his large nose against yours. 
“Come over tonight, though? Nicole’s in town and she’s got Henry, so we’ll have the house to ourselves. I feel like we haven’t spent any quality time together lately.”
Nodding, you smile. “I would love to come over. I’ll text you when I get home.”
“Great.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you later, kid. Have a good meeting.”
You laugh as you grab your bag and head out, turning back to wave and flash him a soft smile.
“See you tonight.”
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sheeshcamilo-lover · 2 years
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Okay so I see TOO FEW Bruno and male reader imagines lol can you do one where the reader is just as shy and dorky as Bruno who loves his rats just as much as he does and they have a crush on the other and plot happens and they get together and spicey times ensue?
Yeah of course!
YOUR HERMOSO
Bruno x Male! Shy! Reader
Ofc both aged up (you're both around 25- 30 ish)
He/him for Bruno
He/him for reader
It was a casual day. You went out and looked for a quiet spot where you could be yourself. Where no one would interrupt you or judge you . Thus you went up to your favorite spot on a hill where rarely anyone would go there just 'because' .
You took a deep breath and inhaled the clean warm air which surrounded you. You were deep in your thoughts and didn't hear someone coming. You were a little surprised when suddenly a man with brown blackish curls starts sitting down next to you . You tried to speak when a small rat appeared. You looked at the rat and averted your eyes to Bruno and gathered your courage as you asked " May I touch the rat ? It seems fluffy " he stared at you but nodded with a shy small smile. Slowly petting the rat you noticed that the rat was indeed fluffy and you had a bright smile on your face. Bruno chuckled " You sure look like you're enjoying yourself" You nodded eagerly whisper-mouthing 'IT IS SOOOO FLUFFY :0' Bruno let out a small laugh and you noticed your cheeks heating up and your heart beating faster .
You averted your eyes trying not to look at Bruno when he suddenly said " Oh! I am Bruno Madrigal what is your name? "
Your head tilted into his direction "Y- (Y/N) Nice to meet you Bruno!" You gave him your brightest and most kind smile and at that moment Bruno also felt Butterflies in his stomach and his cheeks warming up . " Yeah it definitely is nice to meet you" Bruno sank into a minute of thoughts ' What are these feelings I feel oddly strange around him.... but not in a bad way' He snapped out of his thoughts . "Would you like to visit my house (Y/n)? It sure is getting late and I seem to have surprised you not too long ago so you can see it as a repayment for startling you!"
"Oh I wouldn't want to be a bother " you said shyly looking to the ground . "Naw come on you aren't and my rats love you so please? Please please pleaseeee?" He begged
You smiled and blushed and replied "Alright but if I bother please tell me alright ?"
'Yayyy ' He chanted and took your hand while walking in a fast pace towards the Casa Madrigal
You looked around enchanted by the Casita which never fails to impress you
" Come on my room has too many stairs so I have something like a second room"
He led you to his little chill area and the moment you walked in you had stars in your eyes " So many ratsssss " You happily exclaimed and you began trying to pet every little rat. At this moment Bruno realized that he was in love .
You spent every day with Bruno and grew very fond of him. One day you realized that you had a crush on Bruno. You felt like these feelings growing within you were nagging you to just confess to him . But you were to shy.... so one day you went to Bruno and asked for a vision in your future . After the preparations were met You two were holding hands and you looked at the sand surrounding you . Suddenly you saw Bruno and yourself , you started to blush at what was next you two were holding hands and it seemed like you confessed as Bruno hugged you and started to pepper your face with kisses.
Suddenly you saw a hard blush on Brunos face. As the Prophecy fell into his hands he gently and carefully laid it down trying not to crack or destroy it . He calmly walked up to you and - confessed.
Tears of happiness were seen in your eyes as you held his hands and hugged him of course accepting his confession as he indeed started to pepper your face with kisses
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I am not taking responsibility for you.
I have warned you
He started to lift you up which made you gasp. He used that momentum to kiss you and afterwards slide his tounge in. After he went up to his bed he carefully placed you down and you already were able to see his bulge through his pants , you started to blush , being unable to look away from it. He gently lifted your face showing you a different view as he suddenly took off his top showing his body and you adored it .
It wasn't a six pack but you could see V lines and you adored how perfectly imperfect his body was . His arms having muscles that weren't small at all but it wasn't weirdly large or unfitting . He helped you take your shirt of and took your pants off. Afterwards he took his pants of but you tried to help him pulling the pants down eagerly.
You looked at his boxers as his erect penis practically shined through afterwards you took your boxers off and helped him with his as his dick was there in full length. You couldn't help yourself and started sucking him off. His moans were only cheering you on as you tried your best to please his as much as possible. He was close and you tried your best to keep sucking even after he came. He started to fainly breath out " I am close Hermoso" you bopped your head faster as he came in your mouth and you took it out of your mouth with a pop.
He looked lovingly at you and gently put you on his bed . He started to put on a little lube to make sure to not hurt you. "Ready ?" He asked worriedly "Y-yes" you stuttered. Bruno pushed in a little bit of his length making sure to try to give you time to get used to it. You nodded which gave Bruno the sign to move and boy oh boy he moved . He started by moving a little bit and as the pain subsided for you and you started to moan in pleasure he thrusted . Not too long and you were close "I- I" you managed to get out " M-me too" He said under his breath. "Mhhh~" you both reached you climax and Bruno flopped to the bed next to you pulling you in his arms " We definitely have to get married " He smiled and you nodded slowly drifting to sleep
Hope you enjoyed it and I am praying that Auto correct didn't make any spelling mistakes!
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calliopecalling · 3 years
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Queen of the South 5x04 Debrief
Well, we're seeing a different Queenpin than I expected, and sooner. This isn't the white queen of earlier Teresa's visions. That queen was calm, assured, powerful, but almost nurturing. This, now, is a queen who is edgy, defensive, struggling, scared. I am curious about this. Obviously the earlier queenpin visions were just that--visions; they were Teresa's inner leader stepping out of the shadows and taking charge. So, are we (and she, hopefully?) meant to now begin to understand that the white queen isn't possible? That she can't exist because this business won't actually allow for her to "have it all"? That calmness and assuredness and power can't be achieved while keeping her integrity intact?
Or, will we in fact eventually see the white queen of her visions manifest? Will Teresa find her way to that powerful, nurturing version of herself, and what will she have to do to get there? Certainly it's not what she thinks it is, because what she's currently doing--closing herself off to love, compromising her integrity, and making harsher decisions (and more quickly) than ever before--is not getting her anywhere closer to being the white queen. It's almost doing the opposite. It's getting her closer to being Camila, who, in season 1, was in many ways diametrically opposed to the white queen. Camila's advice to Teresa was always self-serving and competitive. The white queen's mirrored Teresa's own inner voice, emphasizing strength and integrity.
The black/white clothing choices in every episode so far this season seem to me to support either one of these theories about the white queen (that she either isn't going to be possible to attain, or that she will only be possible to attain--in a different way than Teresa expects--if Teresa comes back around to her values in the end). She hasn't yet gone full white and that duel between her old self and the self she's striving for manifests in every part of her character development right now.
Episode 4 Teresa wasn't evil. She still met Marcel in the eye when he called her a rat and knew that he was right; she didn't get defensive about that. She's still trying to figure out how to get him out because she promised him she would and because she knows it's the right thing to do. She isn't wrong about the importance of exposing the corruption of the judge and his cronies (and remember that Gamble was a villain just last episode, so, I mean, do we really feel THAT bad that he's dead? especially since the whole justification for killing him was to get that ledger which she so desperately wants in order to clear Marcel *and killing Gamble wasn't the first thing she tried; she first tried to accomplish a peaceful exchange until it turned out the feds were on them*?) and the sheer evil they've committed. She's still able to hold understanding for Kelly Anne and Pote as they confess the pregnancy, and confess that she too is scared about the future.
But at the same time, that fear and self-protectiveness is causing her to lash out in unpredictable and hurtful ways. Not just hurtful to her people (James, Kelly Anne) but to US! I don't know the first thing about writing for TV shows but I have to confess that I don't love the direction the show has taken in her character in the last two episodes; it's just not very entertaining. It's suspenseful but it's painful. It's not TV I want to re-watch. I think that diminishes my confidence in the writers and show runners just a bit (though I'm trying to hold on since I also KNOW that on some level a journey into darkness and back out again is part of her story). I want to look forward to the next episode, not dread it. I want to root for the main character, not start to hate her.
Still, though, there are glimmers of hope for me. Each episode has had some sort of (or more than one) Jeresa callback, whether subtle or heavy-handed. The pre-episode "previously ons." The Marcel/James convo in 5x03. And in this last episode the CIA reminder (because, duh, we all know that James only went to Devon to protect her in the first place) and the distress on Teresa's face when she's trying to tell James that Gamble's death is a good thing. They haven't stopped reminding us that there's a complicated love story there. If they're dangling that carrot just to remind us how much we want it and then snatch it away at the end in a big GOTCHA move, then they're even worse writers than I thought. Like that's not good TV.
And several of the show runners, and Ryan, and Alice herself have talked about her struggle this season as being related to love -- that love can't survive in this business. That she is going to have to grapple both with Tony's loss and with James's return. Both of those things are clearly at least partly at the root of what's causing her to be so on edge. The CIA comment: Teresa hasn't accepted yet, hasn't been able to accept, that James has changed because of her, that she made him who he is now, and that he now expects her to be the same person he was a year ago when he left. She has to adjust to the fact that he left to protect her -- that all along that's all it was -- while meanwhile she had long ago integrated his departure as yet another painful casualty of her rise to power and the mistakes she'd made along the way. She thought he'd left because of her. How is she supposed to come to terms with the fact that that story was never true when she hasn't even begun to let herself grieve Tony yet? Instead, she's snorting coke and lashing out, because it's safer. Season 3 Teresa told James, "I don't know how to trust people." She's known that about herself and has owned up to it.
Can we trust the writers and show-runners to give us a Teresa who ultimately decides to lean in to trust and love? I don't know. But I hope so. I sure friggin' hope so. Let's see a white queen transformation that takes place because she chooses love over fear. And a white queen who, in the end, surprises us because she--the one of Teresa's visions--is actually the one who was going to decide to leave the business all along.
Other thoughts:
I would like to see more of a story line for James, and right-quick, than standing in a pantry for an entire episode. LOL. I don't want things to deteriorate to such an extent that I just want him to walk away rather than lose more self-respect, and we're dangerously close to that point.
Pote is really not doing it for me this season. From his bad advice, to the triteness of his trying to control Kelly Anne in her pregnancy, to his talking down to James. It all feels a little stilted.
I did REALLY enjoy the Teresa/Kelly Anne sit-down with the FBI agent. That was a fun girl power tag-team, for one thing, but for another, it was really in line with the Teresa I know and love--the one who is two steps ahead of everyone else and knows how to get out of a tight spot.
PLUS the fact that she got to two-time Lucien who, you know, is the one REALLY to blame for Marcel being in prison. Like I said in my 5x02 debrief, why is the Teresa the one who always gets blamed for problems OTHER PEOPLE CAUSE? Not only did Lucien turn in Marcel to the NOLA police, he also exposed Teresa to the feds, which kept the pressure on her big-time and made it even harder for her to try to help Marcel.
Marcel/Alimi Ballard is on fire this season. He is just so good. Crackles whenever he's on screen. He and Boaz so far are perfection.
Speaking of Boaz, looks like we'll get to go to Miami next episode, eh? Seems like maybe he's causing some problems there?
I really want to know what else is in Teresa and James's text history. I guess living in the same house they probably don't need to text much... but... c'mon, can't we get a little flirting up in here?
All the mirror referencessssssss! I do love the symbolism this season. The white/black clothing, the mirrors and mirror references, the earlier season callbacks.
"You're going to be a great father." So, I know I said I wanted to avoid speculating about how things would end up, but it's hard to avoid it. [BOOK SPOILER COMING] In the book, Pote dies at the end, and I've always sort of hoped the show would do the same thing. Not because I like, want Pote to die, but because that ending really worked for me. A huge, hard-hitting loss, and one that doesn't let Teresa's ending be totally "happily ever after," but still allows her not to die herself (which, IMO, would be a terrible way to end). Frankly, it IS hard to imagine Pote as a father, and trying to figure out how to balance that new responsibility against the only life he's ever known as a sicario. So I wonder whether this story-line is one that will set us up for that particular ending to be sad, and again, allow Teresa to get out.
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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years
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green looks good on you  vinny mauro x reader
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Request from @gardenjungle : "If you are taking requests, I would LOVE if you could do an imagine where the reader has a ton in common with Chris (likes hockey and Harry Potter, is a vegan, etc...) so they’re super close, and Vinny is super upset about it because he likes her sooo much and “Chris gets all the girls” ??? Vinny gets no love and you’re one of the only people who writes about him often. I’d also love if you could get a little sexy action in there"
Ngl this is like 1600+ words and i wrote it in like twenty minutes and loved every minute of it. i really hope you like it! i didnt end up adding anything ‘sexy’ but its pretty gratifying to say the least lol.
Song: gold by sleeping with sirens
tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @ryansitkowskiswifey @joeybarber @thisplace-ishaunted
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i rocked back into the couch, laughing at what chris had said. he was sat next to me, very comfortably, as we chatted amongst ourselves. we had been very close friends for a very long time and i was over the moon that he'd invited me to travel with them for this tour as the videographer. not only did i get to expand my portfolio but i also got to connect with my best friend and his band.
"okay but do you remember that one fall at the orchard when you tripped on that apple and ended up face first in the dirt?"
he laughed out and i sent him a shocked expression.
"i thought we agreed to never bring that up!"
i protested, the other guys around us sort of laughing along, them only half paying attention as they played a new video game. their focus was above our heads.
"but it was hilarious. i looked up for a split second and BAM! there you went."
he said loudly, being a little more expressive at the 'bam.' i shook my head at him.
"okay then, if we are ratting each other out about stupid shit weve done,what about that one time you got your hand stuck in the Christmas tree ties on your dads car?"
i said matter-of-factly. his eyes got wide.
"hey! that was an accident and you know it. we couldve taken my whole arm off!"
he said in his defense.
"i thought it was hilarious."
i said sternly back, smiling widely at him. he stuck his tongue out at me, a notion i gladly mirrored. then he grabbed me around the shoulders, pulling me to him. i screamed at the sudden motion, looking to vinny and rick who were sitting across from us for some guidance but they were to into the game.
"you two are too much."
ricky laughed out, looking at ryan for a second as he walked by. chris pulled me closer before licking a stripe up my face.
"ew!"
i said pulling away from him and wiping his saliva off of my face.
"asshole!"
i said, grabbing his face and blowing raspberries into his cheek. he laughed incredulously, pushing me away from him.
"youre nasty."
he said mimicking my notion and wiping his face. i punched his arm lightly before swinging my legs into his lap, him holding them there and looking down at me endearingly.
"so are you."
i said back, shaking my head at him, nose scrunched.
"you know you love me."
he said, bringing his face closer to mine.
"well yeah."
i said back, squinting at him.
"i think im done for tonight."
vinny said suddenly, pausing the game. ricky sent him a look like 'wtf?' and watched him stand.
"im gonna go get some air."
he said and we all watched him walk off the bus.
"that was weird right?"
i asked and they all nodded. i had a good few chances to talk to vinny since tour had started and he seemed like a really cool guy. someone id be lucky to call a close friend by the time tour was over if not something more. part of me felt bad, like chris and i really where too much for him to handle in that moment. but this was how we always were. we practically survived our teens years together, losing touch for a bit but inevitably going back to the way things where when we found each other back.
"you guys mind if i go out there too?"
i asked and they all sort of shrugged at me, chris letting my legs go so i could stand. as i did i leaned down and kissed the top of his head.
"dont miss me while im gone."
i joked and he rolled his eyes at me.
"of course not."
i laughed a little bit as i descended down the stairs, pushing the door open and seeing vinny leaning against the bus.
"you okay?"
i asked softly, walking to him and rubbing my hands together. i had sort of forgotten how cold it had got. it was late fall after all but the bus was so warm and inviting i didnt even think about grabbing a jacket before leaving. i half shivered as i walked closer, his face being illuminated by the street lights outside the venue.
"uh yeah, everything's great."
he said a little condescendingly, kicking his foot into the gravel under him.
"im sorry if we were too much, i guess when we get together we have a tendency to overshare and its not for everyone. but i suppose thats what you get when youre comfortable with someone the way we are."
i tried to defend to him and he let out a short sigh-laugh.
"its no big deal, you guys really like each other. its cool."
i smiled.
"yeah, hes my best friend."
vinny nodded once.
"how long have you guys been together? i dont recall him ever talking about you before."
i drew my brows.
"together?"
i asked and he seemed just as confused as i was.
"look i get it, chris gets all the girls, being the front man and all."
he seemed a little jealous.
"but i dont think he ever mentioned you before tour started and then one day he told us about some girl coming on to film us. but clearly you guys are close so do you have like a, i dont know, like a open relationship type thing?"
i laughed a little bit.
"you think chris and i are dating?"
he half shrugged.
"well yeah, its kinda obvious."
i shook my head and took his hand in mine.
"vinny i can assure you that chris and i are just friends. if anything hes like the brother i never asked for nor wanted but got anyways. but life just does that sometimes."
he looked down at our connected hands and let go of me promptly.
"i guess it just doesnt seem like that."
he said a little hurt. i sighed and leaned against the bus next to him.
"it would be kind of weird to bring it up to him but i like someone else in this band, if you wanted to know."
i said, looking at him a little hopeful he was picking up what i was putting down.
"oh."
he said sadly. i sighed, i guess not.
"yeah, hes super cool, and nice, and ive really enjoyed connecting with him."
i shivered as the wind blew and he finally looked over at me.
"are you cold?"
he asked, ignoring what i had just said. i nodded a little bit, crossing my arms over my chest.
"just a little bit but i ll be fine."
he shook his head at me.
"no way, here."
he said taking his jacket off. at least he had long sleeves on. he placed his jacket over my shoulders, pulling it together in the front.
"thanks vin."
i said as we both returned to our positions against the bus.
"would your new dream guy do that?"
he half joked, i could still hear the venom in his voice. he was absolutely jealous. i thought it was funny because now he was jealous of himself.
"actually yeah."
he scoffed, hiking his foot up on the side of the bus.
"great."
he said looking away from me. i stepped closer and nudged him.
"he would because he just did."
he looked at me and drew his brows together.
"wait you mean?"
he asked, his face turning to that of shock. i nodded.
"god, yes. vin ive had a crush on you since i got here."
i laughed out.
"i didnt think you would like me back and then i realized just now that that was utter bullshit."
he half smiled.
"and whys that?"
he asked a little cocky.
"you were jealous of chris and that has only happened to me a handful of times in my life. once in highschool when my boyfriend said he would break up with me if i didnt stop hanging out with him. once when i graduated college and my then boyfriend accused me of sleeping with him. and right now."
he looked down a little ashamed.
"yeah i guess that wasnt fair of me to do. i just figured since you guys hit it off so fast that you were into him."
i laughed a little bit.
"dont get me wrong i love him with my whole being, but seeing someone go through puberty just does something to your vision of them ya know?"
i asked and he laughed back, nodding.
"okay, well if you really are into me, would it be stepping to far to ask you out?"
he said hopefully and i grinned widely at him.
"i would love that vin."
he sent me a tired smile in the dim street lights.
"may i also be so bold as to ask if i could kiss you?"
i let out a nervous laugh. i was really gonna let that happen huh? i nodded.
"id like that a lot vin."
he stepped closer to me slowly, placing his hand gently against my cheek, running his thumb over it. his hands were rough and calloused from playing the drums so long but i didnt mind. it kind of felt nice. he looked deep into my eyes before leaning down and capturing my lips in his. all of a sudden it felt like home, like this was it, the thing id wanted for so long and never found. his other hand made its way to my waist as he deepend the kiss. i sighed into him, practically melting against his mouth like chocolate left outside in the sun on a hot day. when he pulled away he rested his forehead against mine and smiled like an idiot, one i gladly returned.
"fucking finally."
i heard from behind me, the bus door clicking closed. both of us turned to look, seeing ricky and chris standing there grinning from ear to ear. i had a mad blush splayed across my face now and was thankful that the light was behind me so it would be harder to see.
"how long have you been standing there?"
i demanded, walking to chris and punching his arm. he laughed in pain as he rubbed his arm.
"long enough to see the sparks fly."
he teased, pushing me back. i rolled my eyes at him.
"get your ass back in the bus."
i said opening the door and escorting him back inside. he made kissy noises at me as rick followed him up the stairs. i shook my head and turned around, jumping a little bit at vinnys presence behind me.
"rick had kind of been waiting for that for a while."
he said, looking up at the now closed door. i raised a a brow.
"oh?"
i asked and he sent me a bashful smile, scratching the back of his neck lightly.
"ive been crushing over you for a while too. and being jealous of chris just as long, rick's been pushing me to say something. i guess it just took one last little push."
he shamefully laughed out.
"at least now we're on the same page."
i said before standing on my tip toes and bringing him down to kiss me again, both of his hands going to my waist.
"now come on, im still cold and the bus is much warmer."
i joked and he nodded along.
"agreed."
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britishchick09 · 3 years
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1984 livewatch
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the time has finally come to watch the full movie! it’ll be sad, it’ll be disturbing, it’ll possibly be cringy, but it’ll be a lot of fun! :D
we start out with the mgm lion! noice ;)
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epic quote B)
wait why is opera music playing i thought we’d start at the 2 minutes hate
OMG what if they’re gonna hate on opera
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this looks like a drive-in movie tbh
narrator: “this is a land of peace and hope, a land of plenty...” OH SHUT UP YOU
they’re showing wheat like it’s little house on the prairie BOI YOU’RE IN LONDON
this is epic propaganda B)
what if the war footage was taken from ww2 and thus... isn’t real :o
HOLD UP is the eurasian war racist?
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THE QUEEN HAS ENTERED THE CHAT
WHAT ARE THEY ALL SHOUTING I CAN’T HEAR WHAT THE FDR GUY IS SAYING SHUT UPPPPP
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oh no it be u (his face is like ‘WHAT IS GOING ON’ and it’s very lol)
julia’s so into this! :o
o’brien’s like ‘ohhh!!!’
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look who decided to SHOW UP FINALLY
he pauses a bit before reluctantly joining in yas ♥
OMG THIS IS LIKE A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY STOP TALKING GEEZ
good they stopped!
WOWWW DON’T EVEN LIST SUZANNA HAMILTON’S NAME WITH THE OTHERS GIVE HER A ‘WITH’ CREDIT WOWWWWW
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this IS a school assembly they’re going back to work!
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winston in glasses *chef’s kiss*
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ooh a rotary dial! great use of tech from when the book was written :D
winston’s looking over at syme WITH SO MUCH JEALOUSY lol
what if the words they speak are just random stuff with no meaning
OMG confession!!!!!
poor winnie with his cough :(
this confession sounds JUST LIKE WINSTON’S OMG!!!!
winston: “bugger!” he’s a brit lol :D
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epic B)
OMG this guy read goldstein’s book SO DID WINSTON!!!!
i love how the diary is in a brick hole that’s so cool :D
the diary scene was filmed on april 4th just like in the movie so that’s way rad man :D
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i want you valley!!! :D
ooh they’re put a smol scene of his childhood in there coolio! :D
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he  s l e e p
this violin squeak tho :o
OMG THIS IS THE STANDING UP SCHOOL SCENE
it’s not but i can easily imagine it lol :D
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he’s a stick omg ;o
when the lady talks to him you know it’s not a recording ;)
lady: “anyone under 45 is perfectly capable of touching his toes” BOI
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oh no PARSONS
parsons: “choco rations are going up” c h o c o
parsons: “i seem to have run out of razor blades for some reason’ yeah,,, for some reason... ;)
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this is so a cafeteria scene at school
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THEY SAW EACH OTHER OMG
♫ i suddenly see him standing there, a beautiful stranger tall and fair, i wanna stuff this weird food in my faaaace! ♫ :D
me: “this is so romantic!” winston’s thoughts: “lemme smash HER WITH A ROCK”
wait did the lady say pineapple grenade???
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HIS FACE LOOOL
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syme rip boi
the 11th edition isn’t thicc :/
aww winston’s smol nod ♥
parsons: “by 2050 we won’t have conversations like this!” yeah because of screens lol
OMG the food looks and taste like meat but isn’t IT’S PLANT BASED MEAT!!!! :o
parsons just pulled a ‘hey need help with that?’ and put winston’s food on his plate EPIC
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julia’s lookin’ at u ;)
YAS PROLES HOPE!!! :D
oh no DON’T TALK ABOUT THE 50 YEAR OLD WOMAN SEX WINSTON
OH NOOOOOOO
he liked the ‘bright red lips’ yet...
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THIS CHICK’S LIPS AREN’T BRIGHT BOI
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poor baby desperate for money :(
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let’s GET THIS BEAT
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hand on cheek = doublepluscute ^_^
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epic foreshadowing B)
OMG CHESTNUT TREE POEM FORESHADOWINNNGGGGGG
OMG a couple is making out in the bar EPIC
winston’s just like ‘nnope’
OMG THE THOUGHT POLICE WERE FOLLOWING????
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he’s at an antique store in prescott bless his heart ♥
mr. charrington sounds so kind WHYYYY
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THE BIRTH OF A QUEEN ♥
mr. charrington says ‘4 dollars’ but they’re in london??
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YAS BELLS OF ST. CLEMENS!!!! :D
winston: “what was that?” mr. charrington: “something old.” no DUH
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they see each other againnn!!!!! :D
winston writes that he hates her SAME WITH A LOOK LIKE THAT
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OMG SMOL WINNIE BIG O’BRIEN????? :o
his mom is lying dead in the field like the erza kid in ‘kirsten’s promise’ :(
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he’s just... staring
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OMG SPYING ON THE SPICY STARING ACTION :o
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she PLONKED
that ‘ow!’ was so fake jules!
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this is like anna and hans but not as bad underneath!
julia: “it’s nothing!” but this is turning out to be something... ;)
we’re half an hour in and wowza it’s gone by so fast! :D
winston: *gets a cute love note from julia* YEET!
THE HELICOPTER IS BACC!!!!! they’re really not making the spying subtle
OMG THIS IS THE THOUGHT CRIMINAL SCENE YAAAAS!!!!! :D
winston is the best plummer confirmed
kid: “you’re a thought criminal!” winston: *gives a slight ‘wha’ face and smiles* ICONIC
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:)
the crowd is clapping and cheering over the war yet winston’s not doing anything SAME
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jules is just scooching by lol
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HAND HOLDING WHILE PASSING A NOTE OMG ♥♥
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the sky does exist! :o
the telescreen has some great music :D
winston’s joining the ‘big man’s hiking group’ suure you are... ;)
the train is going to the beat of the kids’ singing coolio! :D
big brother is called ‘bb’ yas bby!
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YEEES THE I WANT YOU VALLEY SCEENE!!!!!
the lq audio made the twig crack and the leave brushing really weird lol
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winston: “i want you.” I-CON-IC!!!! :D
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THAT SMIRK THO
winston: “i want everyone corrupt.” julia: “i’ll suit you, then. i’m corrupt to the core.” *mal screech*
OH NONONONOONO SHE GONNA TAKE HER TOP OFF BI PANIC BI PANICCC!!!!!
she really went commando huh
ALL THE WAY
the sex looks like it hurts NO WAY MAN NOT FOR ME NNNNOPE
i’m glad it was only a part you couldn’t really see and not a full on thing I DON’T NEED THAT
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awww she’s so peaceful after big naughty :)
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this is vaguely gay...
aww winston’s hair ruffling in the wind ♥
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c r o n c h
also did he just cronch into a potato???
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OMG THIS IS JUST LIKE SCHOOL
teacher: “when the orgasm is finally eradicated...” totally julia: “NOT ON MY WATCH”
winston is the kid who smokes in glass while julia is the one kid who Just Doesn’t Care lol :D
thoughtcrime THIS IS THOTCRIME
wow syme is still alive?
julia: “you dropped your ink pencil” you mean pen?
winnie’s back in prescott! :D
the room is 4 bucks a night noice B)
BACC TO THE H8 BBY
the modern say 2 minutes hate is probably just a livestream with kids texting ‘h8 xd’ in the chat lol :D
winston’s thoughts: “she who is so careful...” boi she threw a dictionary at the telescreen in the book THAT’S SO NOT CAREFUL
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hey girl CUTE LQ SMILE YOU HAVE THERE!!! :D
YAS THE REAL COFFEE SCENE!!!!! :D
she has so many smiles YAS!!!!
she’s so eager with showing him I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JULES ♥♥♥
she says ‘real sugar, real bread’ and... jam
winston: “how did you manage to get all this?” jules has her ways... ;)
winston: “i want you” julia: “i want you too” YAS :D ♥♥
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the thiccc singer is here!! :D
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she’s so pretty! ♥
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aww the stroke ♥
his hands are shaking as he touches her :(
winston: “freedom is the freedom to say two plus two equals four. if that is granted, all else follows” iconic!
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YAS THE PAPER!!! :D
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it be gin time ;)
he scratches the face off the gin bottle woah :o
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I JUST REALIZED THAT THIS IS O’BRIEN :o
winston’s little ‘yes!’ at getting the 10th newspeak dictionary ♥
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that’s a look of longing my friends! :o
winston: “the call has come. all my life i’ve been waiting for it...” and now he’ll go into the unknown... ;)
AAND we cut to naked julia eating an apple! slight bi panic
she’s touching the paperweight queen love it ♥
SHE KNOWS THE CLEMENS YAS!!! :D
julia: “i just know it!” BOI YOUR G-PA HELPED OUT
winston: “the only thing to do is to walk out of here before it’s too late” thus my ‘julia lives’ au comes in! :D
winston: “never seen one another again” ...oh he was talking about that NOT IN MY AU SON
julia: “you do, i do.” omg marriage :o
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YAAAS JULSTON KISS!!!!!!! :D
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fluffy! ♥
julia: “i love you.” awww :)
winston: “julia. do you think the resistance is real?” julia: “none of it’s real.” STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER!
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OMFG THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION :o
work is scrambling like eggs!
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poor headache bby! :(
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epic B)
winston’s dreaming of his bishy selfish chocolate mom adventure!
the rats were there when his mom and sister were vaporized! :o
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she’s in the dress! ♥
they’re talking about betrayal and julia’s like ‘they can’t do that!” OH BOI BUT THEY CAN!!!!
julia: “they can’t get to your heart” aww :)
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awkward...
winston sees o’brien WITHOUT JULIA THE F????
this feels like the principal’s office lol :D
o’brien’s voice is so deep and british ♥
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the way he clutches the newspeak dictionary is so cute! :D
aww he’s stroking the pages as he reads :)
the oceania anthem sounds russian :o
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YAAAAAAAASSSS!!!!!!! :D
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so soft ♥♥
winston: “julia, my love.” MY LOVE MY LOVE AHHH!!!! :D
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YEES THE COFFEE SMILEEE!!!!! :D
she’s hungry... she wants coffee... who’s gonna tell her coffee isn’t food?
omg i saw winston butt :o
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:)
winston: “she’s beautiful.” julia: “she’s a meter around the hips easily” winston: “that’s her standard of beauty.” YAAAS!!! :D
winston: “the future is ours.” YAS
OH CRAP THEY SAID ‘WE ARE THE DEAD’ NOOOO
mr. charington is loud compared to how i thought in the book
his ‘you are the dead’ should’ve been quieter like winston and julia’s then he could be loud!
FBI OPEN UP!!!!!
charrington: “here comes a candle to guide you to bed, here comes a chopper to chop off your head!” OHHHH NICE ONE MR C!!!!!! :D
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RIP TO A QUEEN :’(
i should be a bit more heartbroken BUT THAT MR C RHYME MAN
OMFG THEY JUST BEAT UP JULES
SHE’S IN SO MUCH PAIN NOOOO :’(
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why does he look old
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awww :(
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delete the drunk old lady BUT GIVE US PARSONS SUUURE
i dread the scene to come...
parsons didn’t say that he said ‘down with big brother’ so that’s a bummer :/
aww poor parsons he’s crying! :(
oh SNAP room 101!!!! :o
poor parsons but at least that scene wasn’t a thing!
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OUCH THAT SMACC LOOKED LIKE IT HURT
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is this leading into the bloody mouth scene? I STILL NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT IS
winston doesn’t know where he is IT’S THE I WANT YOU VALLEY!!!
hold up this is just a vision ok BUT WHERE’S THE BLOODY MOUTH SCENE
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frankenstein and spirit halloween called!
also o’brien flipped the switch without warning BISH
o’brien: “you suffer from a defective memory” and you suffer from a BISH MEMORY SIR
remember winston it’s all in the mind... ;)
WHY DID O’BRIEN SHOCK  WINSTON HE SAID FIVE
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'how many fingers’ is a trick question because winston sees four YET WE SEE FIVE OHHH
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mother gothel vibes...
awww winston’s little scared squeak :(
winston: “i don’t know... i don’t know!” SAY FIVE WINSTON SAY FIVEEEEE
o’brien’s voice is so calming yet it spouts evil words...
julia immediately betrayed winston BECAUSE SHE HAD A ROSEMARY KENNEDY yet she’s somehow still alive without damage by the end???
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ooh a new shot! :D
they just faded to black and showed a new angle which is a bit weird...
o’brien: “you’re thinking that my face is old and tired...” because it belongs to poor richard burton!
o’brien just yoinked winston’s tooth out tho :o
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mother gothel strikes again!
winston to o’brien: “i love you.” you don’t say that back to jules YET YOU SAY IT TO O’BRIEN BOIIIII
o’brien: “you’re one of us. one of the chosen.” one of us gooble gobble! also ANAKIN IS THAT YOU????
winston just said ‘i love you’ oMG OMG OM WAIT WWAIIITIT
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
seconds after she says ‘i love you too’ SHE’S FREAKING SHOT DAAANG NO PUNCHES PULLED BACK!!!!!
aww he called her ‘my love’ even in a dream
so that was the infamous bloody mouth scene and it was quicker than i thought it would be? at least i have a bright julia smile! ♥
OMG winston’s calling for her yet it sounds so weird WHYYY
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he’s much improved!
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they’re skyping lol
after all he’s been through he still hates bb! :o
ROOM 101 :o
room 101 is a personalized experience just for you! :D
also IT’S A DREAM MIRROR
omg the rats are GOING AT EACH OTHER GEEZ
winston’s squeak at the rats no!!! :(
‘do it to julia’ sounds a bit selfish but it’s the betrayal we’ve been waiting for!
...NOT
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uh oh here comes the awkward reunion...
they should’ve said “...sup.” to each other
the bartender saying “on the house!’ tiredly each time is great :D
winston: “thank you for coming.” julia in her thoughts: “yeah whateves bro.” :/
at least they can still bond over something :)
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jules gin time ;)
they ratted out on each other true love???
julia: “we must meet again.” winston: “yes, we must meet again.” ...they never met again
but if they did it would be a bro time!
winston: “i have seduced party members of both sexes” BI NANI???? :o
since his crimes are like the guy’s from earlier... what if he didn’t do them and was convinced that he did? :o
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in the book he says i love you to bb, but here he turns away and says it... what if he still loves julia? :o
and with that question, the movie has come to a close! it’s a fantastic little film that closely follows the book. while i would’ve liked to see julia with winston at o’brien’s and the drunk jail lady, the cutting of the gross parsons scene, the addtion of the bloody mouth scene and the possibly hopeful ending make up for it. overall, this is an amazing adaptation of such a great book! :D
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Org XIII - Reactions to S/O Turning Into a Mouse
Suggested by: @hexnicki Here’s the original ask.  These turned out to be a lot longer than I expected LOL so I put them under the Keep Reading! Consider it an apology for taking so long to put this one out!
SHOUTOUT TO @4ddictwithapencil FOR BEING A BABE AND HELPING ME WITH THIS ONE
Xemnas
You wouldn’t even be near Xemnas when it happens.  Someone like Demyx, Axel, or Roxas may have been responsible, but you’re absolutely terrified one of them will do something equally stupid like squash you under their feet when they aren’t paying attention.  You escape as they’re arguing over what to do with you and immediately head out to find Xemnas.
The door to his office is closed, so you slip under the crack of the frame to try and get his attention. He’s standing at the window and turns when he hears your hysterical squeaking and his hand glitters for a moment - as if he’s going to zap you completely out of existence - before he freezes at the sound of footsteps thundering down the hallway.  Roxas, Demyx, and Axel burst into the room and freeze, and you immediately skitter towards Xemnas’ shoes to climb up his coat to rest on his shoulder.
He glances at you, then back at the other members with their panicked faces, then scowls. “What did you do?”  Obviously he isn’t hysterically freaking out, but he’s literally at a loss of what to do.  And when he realizes it’s you, you really don’t want to know what the punishment for the other organization members is going to be.
It takes a while to get you back to normal, though, and you spend a lot of the time on Xemnas’ shoulder.  He’ll rub between your ears with his finger and and watch as you scurry across the arm of his chair in Where Nothing Gathers, completely distracting him from whatever he should actually be paying attention to.
Xigbar
Such a little shit tbh.  Doesn’t know how it happened and doesn’t care, just thinks it’s one of the funniest things he’s ever seen in his entire life.  He constantly gives you shit about being a mouse now and can’t get over how adorable you are.  “Why can’t you look this cute every day?” and he gets a bite on his finger for that one.
Actually goes so far as to buy his S/O a little hamster ball.  Gets several scratches and bites when trying to put S/O in the ball, but it’s totally worth it because of the utter rage compacted on such a little face.  Spends literally hours with a huge bucket of popcorn watching you roll around the floor of his room and through the halls of the castle.
The other Organization Members are super amused and some even watch you with him.  “Uh, Xigbar, what are you doing and why do you have a mouse?” “That’s Y/N.” “That’s Y/N?” “Yes.”  “Holy shit, that’s adorable.”
Xigbar is a rat man so it’s fitting amiright babes
Xaldin
When the others bring you to him, he’s super confused.  He looks down at the mouse in his hand as you look up at him, then he looks back at the other members and is like “the fuck am i supposed to do with this?  Is this your way of telling me we have a rodent problem in the castle?” “No, err.... that’s Y/N.”  “What?  No it’s not.” “Yes it is.  We accidentally turned her into a mouse but it’s okay because we’re already working on a way to turn her back if you just don’t mind watching her for a bit okay thanks bye!” Then they all immediately leave and Xaldin is left alone with you.
Doesn’t really have any idea what he’s supposed to do with you.  He was going to go have a workout or get some practice in with his powers but he can’t do that now that he has to take care of you!!! He barely wants to touch you because 1) he lowkey doesn’t really like mice and 2) he really doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you
Vexen
Listen.  Vexen is so used to dealing with mice.  Mice are his go-to creatures for experiments, so he has to make sure he doesn’t get you mixed up with mice that he uses for tests and things like that. You like to sit on his desk and watch him work sometimes!!!
You know how programmers will sometimes have rubber ducks that sit on their desks where they talk through their code to find any mistakes?? That’s you to Vexen.  He’ll talk to you about his experiments and even if you can’t respond or give feedback, it’s a great way for him to go through his work and find errors or mistakes that can be quickly fixed.
Lexaeus
You’re barely bigger than his finger so he is absolutely terrified that he’ll accidentally hurt you.  He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, though, and tries to help you get comfortable or get back to normal as best as he can.
Makes you a little bed out of a tissue box, some cotton, and some spare scraps of fabric.  He keeps it on the side of his bed and makes sure that you’re all tucked in before he even thinks about going to sleep.
Zexion
Zexion thinks that you! are! so! cute! He’s so curious because his scientist brain immediately wants to do some sort of experiment on you, but he also doesn’t want to do anything that would hurt you.
Reads all he can about mice and their behaviors.  Has no idea if the usual diet for mice or mouse behaviors and actions will hold over onto you because you aren’t an actual mouse, but he likes to be prepared.
Feels like he has his very own pet and it’s kind of cool.  Will not actually let anyone else near you because he’s afraid they’ll hurt you or take you away or do something equally stupid like put you in a tiny costume. Imagine them putting you in an itty bitty organization cloak.
Saix
One of Vexen’s experiments had backfired and you suffer the consequences for it.  Saix walks into the lab expecting to give out assignments and accidentally walks in on Vexen and Zexion arguing over what to do with you.  “Why are you arguing about a mouse?” Um... and Zexion and Vexen exchange glances because neither of them want to be the one to break it to Saix that the mouse is his S/O and get their asses kicked.  Zexion, who literally had nothing to do with it, shouts, “It’s Vexen’s fault,” and bolts out of the room.
You look adorable but he’s too manly to admit it out loud.  Wants to protect you as much as humanly possible so he keeps you either i his pocket or somewhere on his person at all times.  You’ll sit on his shoulder and glare at the other organization members as he hands out mission briefings in the Grey Area.  Everyone wants to say something about how the usually stoic Saix looks less than intimidating with a mouse on his shoulder but no one has the guts to say it.
Axel
Thinks you’re crazy when you tell him that you can shape shift and literally thinks he’s going insane when you shrink down to a few inches tall.  He’s super afraid to step on you, so he picks you up and lets you crawl up his arm to rest on his shoulder.
Burying yourself in his long hair and knotting it up when you try to make a little bed in the soft locks.  Hanging on to his hair and controlling him to make him do stupid stuff similarly to a certain Little Chef
He asks you to change into a mouse all the time tbh.  “Y/N.  hey Y/N.  Do the thing.  Please do the thing, i’m begging you.” “Axel, it’s 3 in the morning, i’m trying to sleep.” “But, babe”
Demyx
You’re already the most precious thing in the world to him but now it’s like??? Multiplied by a thousand.  Holds you up directly in front of his face because you are precious and he needs all of you in his vision.  You have definitely bitten him on the nose more than once because of this.
Will carry you around and unashamedly make everyone look at how cute you are.  “LOOK AT MY BABE, SHE’S SO CUTE”
Luxord
You have the power to shape-shift, but it only really works for things that are about/near to your natural size? Like a cougar or a baby elephant or something, and he ends up making a bet with you that you can’t turn into something super tiny, like a mouse.  “Fuck you, Luxord, this is one bet you can’t win because i’m going to do it.”  And you do, but it doesn’t work out the way you want it to.
Luxord sees you turn into this teeny tiny mouse and sighs.  “Okay, I’ll concede.  You win this one.  Go ahead and turn yourself back.”  But then... you don’t.  “Y/N?” And then he just grins because he realizes, “Oh, my God, you can’t turn yourself back.  You’re too small and you’re stuck like that.” And there’s just a bunch of furious, outraged squeaking that blares throughout the room.
Luxord will absolutely 100% have a tea party with the mouse.
Marluxia
Marluxia has always had a connection to nature and wildlife, so he is PREPARED for this. He definitely takes good care of you and speaks softly to you and lets you know that everything is going to be okay.  Not sure if you’ll eat mouse food or human food so he feeds you some herbs and plants that could be for both.  Would definitely be keeping a strict eye on you until someone finds a way to turn you back to normal.
Would let you run in his garden and stay among the flowers like a little field mouse!!! He thinks it’s so cute when you sit under a flower and it looks like you’re wearing the petals as a hat.
Larxene
Does not like mice.  At all.  She knows that it’s you, but mice give her the creeps and she will avoid you as much as she can until you turn back to normal.  She’s not very affectionate, but any affection she had for you is on the fence right now because mice kind of... creep her out?  It’s one of the only things in the world that can send a shiver up her spine.
Still stays away from you for a while even after you turn back to normal.  Just the idea that you were a mouse only a few hours ago just weirds her out.
Roxas
Thinks it’s funny and cute but only to an extent.  The boy is more worried and concerned.  He’s like that video of the drunk girls who were crying over the puppies, like “I NEED TO PROTECT YOU BUT I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN.” Legit cries over you at least once because you’re too cute when you scratch your face and crinkle your nose.
Xion
Literally all over your cuteness.  Thinks you’re one of the most adorable things that she’s ever seen.  Will make you little hats and maybe a purse or a handbag out of fabric and paper.  Will also try to build you a little mouse house to live in until you turn back to normal.  It ends up being more of a mouse mansion tbh
Goes so far as to asking if she can be turned into a mouse too because she wants to be that adorable, but everyone has to be like “honey you already are that adorable.”
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luckydicekirby · 5 years
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*predicatable* the daudsider fic where daud gets killed by hc corvo...
LMAO honestly thank you i love talking about this fic…the original idea behind this was realizing that if Corvo kills Daud at the end of Brigmore Witches, it’s by cutting his throat. And that’s how the Outsider died, so obviously they should talk about it! Weirdly this ended up being kind of an afterthought in the fic itself, which is mostly just Daud being gay and sad, as is his legal right. I guess this is the only time I’ve really written Daud POV. Or actually Daud at all? I tend to mention him a lot in fics as a rhetorical device but he never really shows up, oops. 
wrapped around your ankles over the waterfall, for anyone else playing along at home!
Never let it be said that Corvo Attano doesn’t know how to handle a knife. He makes it quick. Daud hardly feels the cut as it crosses his throat. He’s already fading when Corvo tosses him over the side of the building. He doesn’t feel himself hit the ground.
There is like, something subtly wrong with the rhythm of this paragraph, it reads a little flat? Two of these sentences need to be combined and then I think it would be fine. Riveting commentary I know.
When Daud contemplated death—a common enough way to kill time, for an assassin—he liked to think it might bring him peace. Foolish, to expect that peace was something he could ever have.
Daud, I think maybe thinking about dying all the time is a YOU thing.
He opens his eyes. He’s lying on stone. The Outsider peers down at him, and around them the Void is no different than it’s ever been, gray and cool and harsh.
“It was a very pretty speech,” he says. “But Corvo Attano heard enough pretty words for a lifetime when he lived in Dunwall Tower. He spent his days learning that they only ever hid viciousness and cruelty, knives poorly sheathed. The Loyalists toasted him eloquently before they poured poison down his throat. Why should he have believed yours to be any different?”
I leaned more into like, shrine-style speeches than I usually do in the Outsider’s dialogue here, probably because that kind of dialogue makes him sound like an asshole. It’s SO fun to write. 
Daud sits up and presses a hand to his neck, the place where Corvo’s knife cleaved his skin in two. His hand comes away bloody. It looks almost black in the gloom of the Void.
“You saved me,” he says, voice shredded to pieces, and the Outsider laughs.
God the kind of implied hopefulness of this is really crushing, huh.
“I don’t take sides,” he says. The lying bastard. The moment Corvo Attano was Marked, the moment the Outsider decided he was special, the outcome of this day was decided. “You’re dying, Daud, your life slipping out from between your fingers. A fitting end for a man who spent his life spilling a river of blood. I wonder what you’ll do with these final moments. Curse my name?”
“Fuck you.”
Walked right into that one my dude. Also “I don’t take sides” NEVER stops being funny unfortunately. And ‘spilling a river of blood’ I think is just straight up from one high chaos Outsider shrine speech or another.
“Always so predictable,” the Outsider muses, and Daud hates him, hates himself, hates the sick curdling feeling he always gets in his gut when the Outsider sounds disappointed. Sounds bored. The same sickness that stayed with him for fifteen years while the Outsider ignored him, until Daud blundered his way into Corvo Attano’s life and suddenly became interesting again. 
That’s being in love, Daud. Sorry, in your case it’s terminal!
“You begged him for your life. I admit, Daud, that surprised me. And Corvo refused to give it to you. Your one last request denied. How does that feel, Daud? Like justice? Like redemption?”
And this is like, endgame narration style dialogue. Good times.
It feels like blood sliding through Daud’s fingers, spilling down his coat. Dozens of people have bled on this coat. Jessamine Kaldwin did. And now Daud will be the last. “It doesn’t matter. It’s done.”
He wants it to be done. He wants the peace he knows he doesn’t deserve, but even now the Outsider won’t leave him alone, staring at him with his too dark eyes. It itches like bloodflies under his skin, the Outsider’s eyes on him, and yet Daud has never been able to hate it the way he should. He’s always craved it, as if he’s no better than the likes of Vera Moray, crooning to her rats about the black-eyed boy who will abandon her. Who abandons everyone, in time.
On the bright side, number of times Daud has made a guy into soup is still zero, so you’re still doing okay.
Corvo will feel like this one day. The thought should console Daud. It doesn’t.
“Of course it matters, Daud,” says the Outsider. He kneels down beside him and presses his hand against his throat, under Daud’s own. It’s cold, shocking enough that Daud starts, and the bastard laughs at that too. The Outsider has never touched him before. He would remember. “History is determined by men like Corvo Attano. By the men who kill Empresses and the men who take revenge. He could have let you live. He almost did. That future still hangs in the balance. A fish hooked but fighting against it. Soon enough it will have swum away.”
I love a good weird Outsider metaphor.
“So let me go,” Daud says.
The Outsider runs his thumb along the edges of Daud’s wound. It should hurt. It does hurt. Daud doesn’t try to move away. “My throat was cut, once,” he says. “The day that I was made what I am. It’s a terrible way to die. I can’t remember how I felt about it. I was going to do what you did. I was going to beg for my life. But they never gave me the chance.”
He must be telling the truth. This close, Daud can see the scar.
See I like, wrote the bit about them dying the same way and then all the subsequent dialogue I wanted to write was like, unrelated depressing gay bullshit, so I just went with that. I do like “I can’t remember how I felt about it”, it gets at everything that’s so fucked up about the Outsider’s like, whole existence. The most fun way to write the Outsider imo is just as a dude who fundamentally does not understand the human experience of anything, including his own literal human experiences.
The Outsider draws his hand back, covered now in Daud’s blood. Daud knows precisely how much blood the human body can hold, and he’s bled too much for anywhere but the Void.
I was like what am I talking about, is knowing about blood anatomy and assassin thing, but actually I think this is a joke (“joke”) about him having gone to college. 
“What would you have said?” Daud asks. He can’t look away from the Outsider’s hand.
The Outsider ignores him. He takes Daud’s jaw in his hand, smearing blood across his cheekbone, and tilts it to the side. He speaks into Daud’s ear. “Was it all my fault, Daud? Whispering in your ear, making you think you were somehow important?”
Does the Outsider ignore this question because he’s a bitch or because I couldn’t think of an answer? Who can say! 
Also the Outsider actually literally whispering in his ear is the kind of dramatic bullshit I fully believe he would do.
“You’re such a little shit,” Daud growls, and he has both hands fisted in the Outsider’s coat before he can think, before he can remember all the reasons that he has never dared touch the Outsider, no matter how much he loathes him.
“loathes” lol ok
The Outsider watches him, and does not let him go. They would be breathing the same air, if either of them were breathing anymore. “With my Mark, you thought you were going to change things. And you have.”
I still go back and forth about whether Mark/Marked should be capitalized. This ambiguity is the Outsider’s greatest crime.
I can no longer remember if there’s any canon basis for Daud ever having wanted to change the world for the better; it is my sacred duty to assume that everyone’s a sad former idealist though.
“From where I stand, the world looks exactly the same.”
“You killed an Empress, and saved her daughter. History peeled away from the curve of your blade like skin from a knife. I gave you what you wanted, Daud: the power to make your own regrets.”
Oh god what a gross metaphor. I like it a lot but also, yikes.
The Outsider slides his grip from Daud’s jaw back to his hair, and he yanks his head back. Daud chokes on nothing. He can feel blood dripping down his throat, can taste it on the back of his tongue. He clenches his fingers, and finds them too weak to hold onto the Outsider’s coat any longer.
Oh sorry I forgot the other reason I wrote this fic, “being kinda horny for people getting their throat cut” apparently. Like this blocking is so gross but, unfortunately.
“Are you going to let me die?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” The Outsider tilts his head. He looks curious. “Death made me what I am. I wonder what it would make of you.”
“A corpse,” Daud tells him.
“Daud,” says the Outsider, still so fucking disappointed. “Your problem has always been that you lack a grander vision.”
“Dead is dead.”
“Not when it happened to me.”
“I saw what was in Attano’s coat. If you make me into a thing like you did to the Empress—”
“If I wanted to cut out your heart, you would sit still and let me,” the Outsider says. “You can try to hide it with all the anger in the world, Daud, but you would do anything for me.” His voice is dispassionate, as if he were not filleting Daud to the very bone with his words.
I remember that I added this line in while editing, because Ruby got mad at me about it. “If I wanted to cut out your heart, you would let me” IS the most sarahcore thing I’ve ever written probably. Play to your strengths I guess!
Also can you imagine like, Daud style heart lines. Just miserable.
“A word from me after fifteen years, and you picked yourself up out of your guilt and grief to scour Dunwall from end to end. You didn’t have to kill Delilah to save Emily Kaldwin. You killed her because you were jealous. You thought you could kill Corvo too. But after you’d already murdered his dear Jessamine, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.”
“Shut up,” Daud says. A rasp from his ruined throat.
The Outsider kisses him, cold lips and colder tongue, and Daud makes the same noise people make when he slides a knife between their ribs.
I am pretty happy with how the tone of this fic is basically ‘getting stabbed but in a sexy way except you still very much got stabbed’. Seems right for the ship!
There’s blood on the Outsider’s mouth when he lets Daud go. Daud wants to kiss him again more than he wants to live.
God what a depressing line. I like it a lot but hey Daud? You good???
“You should let me die. You should give Attano what he wants.”
“But I am,” the Outsider says. He touches Daud’s cheek, like the parody of a lover. “Corvo wanted his revenge. But more than that, he wants to be the kind of man above needing it. The kind of man who can raise his daughter well, and teach her to be kind, and good, and all the things that Empresses should be.”
Of course. Daud bleeding out before him, and it’s all about Corvo fucking Attano. “So you’re going to save me for Attano’s sake.”
Daud is miserable and jealous: the fic.
“I told you,” the Outsider says, eyes more pitiless than the sea. “I haven’t decided yet.”
This line…is really good. I love a good snappy ending line and this is probably the best one I’ve ever gotten, tbh. nailed it past sarah! there’s also like, no universe where this fic ends in a less weird and ambiguous way, because like frankly I can’t even figure out what that would be. Like where do you go from here. Nowhere, you live in this terrible moment forever!
Anyway, sorry that the only daudsider fic I’ve ever written is mega depressing and half about the Outsider also being in love with Corvo, but he’s VERY mean to Daud so surely that makes up for it!
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caliboyjaeffrey · 7 years
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Fuck Boy (Johnny x Reader)
Rating: M
(A/N) Ayyy it’s ya gorl, Ry, back at it again with those AUs. This time around I introduce you to Fuckboy Johnny, a backward hat wearing frat president on a personal vendetta to get your ass in his hands. viwevopwv jk or am I?? No I’m not lol Have fun kiddies!!!
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You don't really remember how you ended up in the shitty nice frat house, but here you were, pressed against the sticky wall by some boy who you met five minutes ago. You don't even remember what his face looked like, your eyes are sealed shut and imagining it's someone else. Maybe it was your subconscious making you forget everything, or all the Jungle Juice you've been chugging on top of the pregaming you'd done at a friend's apartment. At this point your body was ninety percent alcohol and ten percent water, you weren't even sure how you were still sweating from all the dancing.
Said faceless boy suddenly had a face as he pulled away, eyes hazing and lips swollen as he leaned close and mumbled clumsily, "You wanna find a room?" You studied his face for a minute through your drunken reverie, eyes squinting in the dreamy black lighting. Damn, he was pretty cute, but a sloppy kisser regardless, even with those gorgeous lips. You tried to subtly wipe his spit from your lips with the back of your hand as you inquired, "What was your name?" "Sicheng," he slurred, practically hanging off of you as his hands squeezed your hips. "Well, Sicheng, this was pleasant," you smiled, politely extracting yourself from his group. "But I'm not really interested in getting fucked tonight. Thanks for the offer though." You didn't give him time to reply as you slipped away, turning just once to see him staring at his empty hands with a rather confused look on his face. Poor thing, you thought for maybe a second as you wobbled over to a table of drinks. Watching with distaste as two obviously underage high school students took reckless shots one after the other. Ah, to be young and reckless, how romantic this all was. You poured yourself something from a brand new bottle with a name you hardly cared to pronounce or remember, sauntering over to an empty couch to plop your ass down on. You tucked your legs up, getting cozy like you were sitting by the fire at Christmas as your eyes wandered from body to body over the rim of your cup. You took a long draught, seeing plenty of fish in the sea that would definitely be fun to play with for the night. You spotted a particularly delicious looking boy who was all dark hair and intense stares, veins racing down his exposed arms as he leaned against a wall disinterestingly. He was in the fraternity that owned the house, and maybe even the vice president if he was who you thought he was. Lee Taeyong, a catch for sure and infamous for how rough and nasty he was, a surprisingly kinky fellow. You licked your lips, about to stand up and make your way over to Taeyong when another body plopped down on the couch next to you, your drink spilling on your exposed legs and making a sticky mess. You turned, face already set in disgust before you even looked at the boy next to you, "Hey, asshole." "Well of it isn't my favorite pair of tits," the boy grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close into his side. "How's it going, _______?" "Johnny," you stated plainly, vision dancing as you took in the frat president's familiarly annoying face. "I would have never guessed you'd be here at this lame ass party." You knew fully well this was his party too. Johnny smirked, fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on your arm, "If it's so lame then why're you here? The door's right over there, sweetheart." He nodded toward the front door, subtly pulling you closer while you were distracted with following the nod of his head. "Ha, ha," you mocked, taking a sip from your drink as you noticed him watching your movements carefully. "You and I both know I'm not one to pass up free drinks, dancing, and sex." "Classy," he said flatly, smiling as he watched you shiver from the burning taste. "Maybe you want something a bit yummier?" "Aw, are you offering to get me a drink?," you said coyly, scooting just a little closer and pressing yourself to his chest lightly. You frowned when he seemed unfazed by your actions, his satisfied smirk only growing as he said, "I wasn't really thinking of drinks." "What're you proposing, Seo," you squinted at him, tottering slightly where you sat tucked into him, just a little hypnotized by the way his mouth moved when he talked. "Wow, you're really dense when your fucked up, ________," he laughed suddenly, pushing your hair away from your eyes so he could see how fuzzy they were. "It's kinda cute." "I am not cute," you pouted, growing more and more angry as this conversation with Johnny dragged on. "What happened to me being hot, Johnny? You said that last time I came to your stupid party." "Trust me, ________, you're still as fuckable as the day I met you," he smirked, sounding as though he was reminiscing as one of his hands slid to the curve of your ass. "Woah, Johnny," you shook your head and pushed away from him at his touch. "I said I wasn't going to fuck tonight." "That's okay," he shrugged, still being playful as he threw an arm over the back of the sofa. "You won't be the one doing the fucking, sweetheart." You felt your blood boil, rising a little from your drunken state at his sly comment as you seethed, "Listen here, Johnny fucking Seo." You let your half empty cup clatter and spill to the floor without giving a rat's ass as you got in Johnny's face, "What makes you think I would even kiss a fuck boy like you?" "I don't know," he simpered nonchalantly, looking you up and down. "It wouldn't be the first time you shoved your tongue down my throat." "You son of a bitch," you spit, standing up from the couch angrily as you stormed off, wanting nothing more than to punch the satisfied smile on his face. Sure, you had made out with him and maybe have given him a hand job in the bathroom, but you had been really fucked up that night, hardly able to remember it at all. With your head somewhat clear, you stomped to the kitchen, knowing who exactly you would find there and vent to. The moment you reached the messy kitchen the refrigerator door slammed shut, revealing the orange creamsicle hair of your favorite stoner, "Doyoung!" He had a handful of grapes and numerous shoved in his mouth as he griped through them, "What?" "I need to vent, and you're the only person not drunk at this party," you grumbled, crossing your arms and leaning against one of the counters, stealing a grape from his hand. He watched you chomp on it furiously as he swallowed his mouthful thickly, eyes bloodshot as hell, "I might not be drunk, but I sure as hell am something else." "I could give two shits if I had two heads to you right now, just listen to me," you huffed, satisfied when he scooted his butt on the counter, knocking over a dozen empty cans in the process. "I'm going to kill Johnny." "Hypothetically or...?," Doyoung prompted, looking unimpressed as he quirked an eyebrow and found a half eaten bag of chips next to him. Your friend looked far more interested in the food than you, but your carried on your shpeal in annoyance, "It's a figure of speech, you baked cake. Listen," you could feel your skin heat up in embarrassment as you thought of that night in the bathroom. "He thinks just because I made out with him and gave him a sloppy ass hand job in his bathroom I'll fuck him-" "Woah," Doyoung exclaimed, gazing at your hand in wonderment and than back up at you. "You actually jacked him off? I thought he was 'beneath you,' or whatever you said that night." "I know I said that," you whined, taking his shoulders and shaking him a little. "But I was really fucked up, remember?" The orange haired boy seemed to think for a second, squinting at you suspiciously, "I think your memory's warped, _______. You're more fucked up now than you were last time, and you're not even that drunk right now." You groaned and threw your face in your hands, head spinning at the fast movement, while Doyoung continued, "I mean, you can fuck him if that's what you really want. God knows he wants you, I hear it all the fucking time, trust me. But it's not the end of the world if you sleep with him, _______." He rifled through the chip bag for crumbs before letting it go and watching it flutter to the floor pitifully, "Johnny may act like a fuck boy, but he really isn't that bad, there are definitely way worse guys out there, like-" You stopped him, already hearing enough as you sighed and slid off the counter, "Okay, okay. I'll think about it," you eyed the subtle way he was swaying with the music on the counter. "Just no more smoking tonight, okay?" You didn't get a response from your stoned friend, shrugging as you wandered down the hallway toward the back of the house. You'd made it halfway before you felt someone grab your hand and spin you around. You yelped in surprise as you were pinned against the wall, back slamming hard as strangely familiar hips pressed into yours to hold you in place. You gasped in surprise, blinking to try and take in a face that was framed by long messy brown hair, "Johnny?" He looked amused at your shock, holding your wrists in his big hands as he pinned them to the wall, "Found you." "What the actual fuck do you think you're doing, Johnny?," you cried, feeling ridiculous as he stooped down and nuzzled into your neck, his hot breath frustratingly giving you chills. "I wanted to see you," he murmured, nosing along your skin as his lips brushed slightly when he spoke. "So me storming off wasn't enough to get through your thick skull?," you asked, surprised to find yourself smiling at his stupidness. "Like you've probably said before, I'm a dumbass," he grinned, hands releasing your wrists and stepping away. "I was wondering where you ran off too." "Aw, was someone scared I was sucking someone else's dick?," you asked, lips dripping with sarcasm as you looked him up and down pointedly. "Maybe," he said with a shrug, looking up and down the hallway. "But I don't see anyone else here and I'm definitely not that someone, whoever he is." He snickered at your annoyed groan, brushing past him to rejoin the party with it's still thumping base and drunken atmosphere, you were already too sober for your taste. You made a beeline for the drink table, trying to forget how nice Johnny's body felt pressed to you own. Shaking your head you grabbed a hopefully clean cup and poured whatever was in reach into it, swallowing half the contents in one gulp before refilling it again. You mingled happily with friends both familiar and not, grinding on random boys who were more than happy to reciprocate your affections. A particularly cute boy slid behind you when the song changed, hands greedy on your hips as you turned to smile, recognizing him, "Well look who it is." Yuta flashed his blinding signature smile as he spoke cordially in your ear from behind, "________, didn't think I'd see you here tonight, but you're full of surprises as always." "I'm offended," you teased, grinding back against him, not minding the way his hands were slowly traveling down south. "Still jacking off to that time I gave you head?" "Now I'm offended," he laughed, biting his lip at your words. "I'd ask for a repeat of last time, but sadly, you're a bit off limits." You stopped dancing, turning to face him as his eyes grew wide at your sudden reaction, "What do you mean 'off limits'?" You had this sinking feeling in your stomach, already dreading the answer you knew would come out of Yuta's mouth. "Well, you see," said boy seemed hesitant to answer, pulling you out of the way of dancers as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Johnny called dibs." "He did what?!," you cried, gaining the attention of a few partygoers at your outburst. You wanted to stomp the floor childishly, but the moment you caught a certain fuck boy walking around and laughing in your peripheral vision, you saw red. Fists clenched and ready to strike, you stormed up to Johnny and caught his arm, whipping him around as you spat, "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He didn't seem bothered at all by your accusation, looking serene as can be as he answered, "Hm?" You grabbed him by the front of his shirt and tried to ignore how hard his chest felt under your hands as you hissed, "Don't 'hm' me! Why the hell do you think you can call dibs on me, asshole?" He finally looked surprised, eyebrows raising and feigning concern, "Oh, that. Does that bother you, baby girl?" "Fuck you," you growled, pulling him closer so that your noses practically brushed. "You don't own me, Johnny, you can't just-" He cut you off as he pressed his lips to yours, capturing your face between his hands as he kissed you surpringly gently. Your breath left your lungs, disappearing completely while your head spun from the alcohol and Johnny's kiss. You instinctively kissed back for a millisecond before you ripped yourself away and smacked his chest. "Don't think you can just kiss me like that and I'll fall for you, Johnny," you started, feeling less sure and angry as his dark brown eyes met yours, his thumb brushing strands of hair from your forehead. "I'm not that easy-" He silenced you with another kiss, this time a bit more enthusiastic and rough as he slowly dragged your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away. Without thinking you softly whined at the loss of contact, chasing his lips for another kiss as he smirked, "Not easy, huh?" "Fuck you," you swore while blushing, talking more to yourself as you cursed your weak heart. Johnny was just too fun to hate and you loved the way he challenged you, or maybe you just loved assholes. "You would," he chuckled, before pressing you against the wall again, a thigh pressed between your legs that made you yelp in surprise. "Or...why don't you?" He was really asking if you wanted to, which shocked you since he seemed like someone who relied on more dirty tactics. Your eyebrows rose at his question, realizing that he had asked this last time as well, your fuzzy memory clearing as you remembered giggling a yes as he pulled you into the bathroom. He had been a gentleman at the prior party, maybe a teasing little hoe too, but he simply wanted to make out somewhere private before you went and offered to do the unthinkable. You groaned, slumping against the wall as he looked at you in confusion, "What?" "You really aren't a huge fuck boy are you?," you grumbled, unable to believe how stupid you had been acting the whole time. "I mean, I get called that often," he quirked an eyebrow, looking down at you in amusement. "But mostly by you. I mean I honestly only wanted to kiss you last party but you wanted more and, like hell, I wasn't going to refuse, I mean come on-" "Please," you stopped him, covering his mouth with your hand as you cringed. "I don't want to hear more, just," you took a deep breath and pressed yourself to him again and looking up at him earnestly, "Can we go somewhere quiet?" God, you actually were really attracted to Johnny Seo. Ah, why the hell not. Johnny smiled, his lips curling sardonically in such an attractive manner that your head spun while he led you up the old stairs of the frat house. He took you all the way to the third floor, which was a single room in an attic style finish. You were pleasantly surprised to find it neatly furnished and tidy, just a few dirty clothes scattered on the rug here and there. "Oh, let me get those," he said, stooping over to snatch up the clothes sheepishly. "Don't want you to see my cute underwear collection, especially my pizza boxers." You laughed at him, peering over his shoulder to indeed spot a pair of red boxers covered in little pizza slices. Covering your mouth to stifle your giggles while he tidied up, you turned to observe the many photos and polaroids he had taped sloppily to the wall, reaching out a hand to finger the edge where a baby Johnny grinned happily in a bathtub. "You were a cute baby," you commented, touching the squishy cheek of baby Johnny through the photo as he came up next to you. "Ah, yes, my infamous bathtime pictures," he said wistfully before wrapping an arm around your waist from behind to pull you close. His breath tickled your ear as he whined playfully, "Am I not cute now too?" You twisted in his hold to face him, a small smile on your lips as you brushed his long hair away, "Maybe." You bit your lip to hide your grin, fingers tugging on the loops of his jeans, "But I'll judge that by what kind of underwear you're wearing." "Wow, spicy," he smirked, allowing you to push him back slowly toward his bed. "Wanna guess what's on them?" "Sure," you offered, straddling his lap as he sat on the bed, nails softly tracing his collarbone. "If I'm right what do I get?" "If you're right," he said, smiling to himself as he took a moment to think, "I'll do whatever you want after this." You were confident, adjusting yourself in his lap subtly so that the roughness of his jeans rubbed you through your shorts, "Sounds good to me-" "Hold on," he stopped you, a devilish smirk on his lips as his fingers inched underneath your shirt slowly. "If I win though? Then you have to let me do whatever I want and consider being my girlfriend." "That's not fair though," you pouted, tugging on the ends of his hair. "Why do you get two things?" "I think I deserve it after you yelled at me in front of everyone," he grinned, brown eyes crinkling cutely with the curl of his lip. "I was unjustly judged by you, so I think I definetly should get a little something extra." You basically had to sympathize with him, feeling guilty again for your previous actions as you sighed in defeat, "Fine, now let's see." You realized that this was a completely unfair contest, there was no way you could correctly guess what pattern underwear he was wearing with all the wild colors you'd seen scattered on the floor earlier. With a mischievous look, you sneakily reached down and popped open the button of his jeans, earning you a surprised yell and arms pinned to your sides, "Hey! That's cheating!" You huffed and crossed your arms, knowing that that you had a one in a million chance of getting it right, "Okay, here's my guess: purple with alligators." Johnny chuckled, covering his mouth, "Nice try, sweetheart, but," he reached down and unzipped his deliciously tight and rough jeans, revealing the truth, "Ta dah." "Grey?!," you exasperated, sliding his pants down his hips a little to double check. "You tricked me!" "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," he said mysteriously, trying to look so cool it made you burst out in a fit of laughter. "Just kidding, I didn't even remember what kind I was wearing until just now." "You're ridiculous, Johnny Seo," you smiled, pushing him down by shoulders so he laid underneath you, coming down to capture his lips adoringly. He really was such a lovable dork, you couldn't help yourself. You pulled away and his eyes were still closed cutely as you moved your hips against his half undone pants, earning a deep groan that made you tremble, "You like that?" "Hell yeah, baby girl," he groaned, opening his eyes and helping you grind down on him with a smirk, "Have fun while you can, you're not going to be in control for too long." You mewled at the strain in his voice, hands resting on his hard chest as your pressed harder into him, wanting to cry at how good his half hard cock was rubbing against your clit. He could tell you were straining to keep yourself under control as you rutted yourself against him, voice low and sultry, "Don't hold back, baby girl, tell me how much you love it." You gasped, thighs shaking and body growing tired from your erratic movements, "I love it so much. Please...!" You didn't even have to tell him what you wanted, flipping you over easily and pressing you deep into the mattress, lips already sucking bruises on your neck. Johnny seemed so broad and expansive when caging you in like this, so big and strong; you liked the way it made you feel powerless and little, but protected and wanted. To your pleasure, he pulled his shirt over his head, allowing you to drink in the sight of his muscled chest, grabbing and dragging one of your hands down his abs. He led your hands over him, guiding you to caress him like he wanted as he worked on removing your clothes quickly, wanting nothing more than to see more and more of your skin. Even after not having drunk anything in a while, you began to feel tipsy again, maybe from Johnny or from the shots you'd tipped back. You liked it though, liked the way everything seemed fuzzy and rosy through your soft eyes as you pressed kissed to Johnny's warm chest. The heat you felt course through your lips every time you kissed his skin made you moan softly, which caused said boy to rip the rest of your clothes off hurriedly. You hardly noticed you were completely naked until Johnny was using his hands to press your bare hips down while he glided his tongue across your body, moaning at the taste. You squirmed when he would tease a particularly ticklish or sensitive spot, watching you through a curtain of hair with a smirk on his lips while he lavished you with his tongue. Your heart raced from the sensitivity of your lower stomach as Johnny toyed with you, mewling, "A-ah, no..." He pulled away, looking at you with feigned concern, "No...? Are you sure you want me to stop?" "No," you mumbled, raising your hips carefully to show you wanted him again. You cried out again as he turned you over suddenly, forcing you on your stomach while his hands roamed over your ass. Your legs shook from the feeling of not knowing when he would touch you as you pressed your face into his mattress. You nearly jumped out of your skin when he bit down on your ass, teeth tearing roughly into your skin before soothing it with his tongue. "That feel good?," he asked, panting slightly as his fingers wandered to tease your dripping slit. "Almost feels too good, huh?" You could only nod as he continued to collect your essence on his fingers, coating them completely before pushing two inside of you. You arched your back, fingers fisting the sheets as you moaned his name, "Oh, fuck Johnny." "That's right," he simpered, nosing down the back of your thighs while his fingers slipped in and out of you slowly, dragging out the feeling purposefully. You felt so lucky to have your voice drowned out from the music downstairs, crying out when his tongue licked a single long stripe up your slit and you could only scream. The feeling made your toes curl in pleasure, hips raising from the bed on their own accord as you desperately begged Johnny to repeat his actions, "Please, please, oh god...!" "Fuck, ________," he groaned, keeping you down with a forceful hand pressed to your back as he increased the speed of his fingers and began to use his tongue again. He allowed you enough movement to fuck back into his fingers, reaching your own hand down to rub at your clit frantically when your high began to approach. "Don't fucking stop, Johnny," you begged, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt your walls clench around Johnny's fingers, your release just a second away before it was suddenly ripped from you. Your eyes teared up at the loss of your orgasm, throat tight as you were about to speak before Johnny ripped you off the bed and to the floor. His expression was hard as you collapsed in a naked heap in from of him, staring up at his commanding figure with wide eyes. He gently pulled your hair into a messy ponytail with his hand, guiding you to his cock that was straining against his tight grey briefs as he murmured, "You still think you're in control, huh?" Without question you helped him out of his pants and underwear, leaving him completely naked as his unsurprisingly large cock slapped against his stomach once freed. You licked your lips at the sight, hands already creepy up his hard thighs as he brought you close to his member. "Suck," he commanded firmly, the singe phrase making your heat practically drop down your thighs as you pressed a wet kiss to his tip. Johnny let out a content sigh, hand still tight in your hair as you traced the prominent vein on the side of his dick with your tongue. You took him in your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes as your lips closed around him. He groaned at the sight and couldn't help it when his hand moved you farther down his cock, causing you to choke slightly around him. You felt him twitch in your mouth when you gagged, his eyes practically rolling the back of his head when you swallowed around him. "You look so pretty like this," he commented, guiding you up and down as he basically fucked your mouth. You blinked past the tears from his dick hitting the back of your throat, realizing that you liked being the reason he felt this good. You liked seeing the way his hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat, the way his pretty brown eyes squeezed shut from the sheer pleasure. You wanted to sigh adoringly you loved it so. Just as you were falling into a trance-like state, Johnny pulled you off his dick, panting as his chest heaved, "Stop." He pulled you up and shoved you back on the bed, kicking off his pants from his ankles as he pulled open a drawer in his nightstand. You looked away, embarrassed for some reason as you heard the familiar crinkle of the foil on a condom being opened carefully. You peeked to see him pumping his cock a few times before rolling on the rubber, letting outa controlled breath as it squeezed his girth a little. When he turned to you, now completely naked, you flushed from your cheeks to your chest as you looked at him shyly. He noticed this as he crawled onto the bed, the springs creaking under his weight, smirking, "What's with that look, ________? Why're you all blushy?" "I-I'm not blushing," you stuttered, cursing yourself as you sank back into the mattress while Johnny pressed kisses to your flushed skin. "Mhmm," he replied chalantly, lapping at your breasts until they were shining from his tongue. You squirmed at his attention to your chest, feeling his covered member press against your inner thigh. For being as hard as he was, Johnny sure had impressive self control and patience. You on the other hand did not, the fire in the pit of your stomach crackled impatiently as you whispered wantonly, "Johnny, please just fuck me already." Thinking that would do the trick, you were shocked when he simply smirked, "And why should I, sweetheart?" You wanted to punch him in his infuriatingly handsome face, growling, "Because I want you to! I want you!" "That's all I wanted to hear, baby girl," he smiled, taking his member in his hand as he pressed it to your entrance, rubbing your clit before pushing in. He seemed caught off guard suddenly as his eyes squeezed shut and his voice caught in his throat, "Fuck you're tight." Your own body coarsed with pain, even though your were plenty wet to help him slip in, his size was the problem. You whimpered, fingers digging into his broad shoulders as you tried to relax your walls to allow him to push in, "Just do it." His eyes grew concerned at your pleading, his voice hoarse as he murmured, "I'm not hurting you-" "Fuck me, please!," you cried, hips already moving up and trying to reach his, the insatiable lust in your stomach needed to be quenched immediately. Without a word, his eyes darkened, body tensing as he forced himself to the hilt in one hard thrust. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Johnny began to rut into you at a quick and sure pace, his own grunts making your core ache. "Holy fuck," he swore, hands gripping the sheets on either side of your head as his own hung low, watching the way he thrust in and out of you. "You're so good," you whined, hands moving from his shoulders to tangle in his hair and pull him down to kiss you. "So fucking good." He met your lips and you opened to welcome his tongue in, tasting your essence on him as he thrusts grew faster. He moved against you so hard that your teeth clacked with his, tasting blood when he bit down too hard on your bottom lip. You could only let out weak sounds as he pressed his sweaty forehead to your when he suddenly stiffened inside of you, a long and shaky groan released from his throat as he came. "So good," you whispered again, his hot pants ghosting over your bleeding lip as he moved in and out of you shallowly to prolong his high. He looked down at you, meeting your eyes while his hair formed a curtain around your face. He didn't say anything, communicating with your through a single look as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before slipping out of you. Trailing butterfly kisses down your heated skin, he finally made his way to your dripping core, groaning softly at the sight of you soaking his bed sheets. You had a literal pool where your arousal had leaked down, and Johnny could only moan in appreciation as his fingers touched stroked your silky folds, "You're so fucking wet." You stared up at the ceiling in rapture as Johnny spread your legs as wide as they could go, two fingers slipping in and out of you at the same breakneck pace as his thrusts had been. He attached his lips to your clit, sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves enough to make your thighs twitch at the delicious sensation. "Right there, Johnny," you whispered, breath coming in gasps as your release teetered over you. You looked down, gasping when you saw the intent way Johnny was looking at you through a curtain of silk brown hair, his eyes more telling than any words. You felt your body sieze suddenly, the cord in your lower stomach snapping as you came, and Johnny felt it, his fingers practically getting stuck as you clenched around them. You couldn't even make a sound as Johnny guided you through your orgasm, legs trembling even when he pulled away and slipped out his fingers. You shook there for a second, breathing heavily as you half watched Johnny slip of the condom and throw it in the little trash can by his bed. He took tissues to clean himself up, before kneeling beside you and tenderly cleaning you up as well. He was gentle as he wiped you clean, disposing of the dirty tissues before he slipped into your waiting arms that were stretched out for him. He rested on top of you, head tucked under your chin as he pressed lazy kisses to your chest, "So." "So," you smiled, tangling your legs with his as he propped himself on his elbows to look at your with a matching smile. Two stories down, you could still hear the thumping of the base in the music, the glass windows shaking slightly even up here. "Would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow?," he asked suddenly, fingers tracing patterns on your shoulder softly as he looked at you hopefully. "You sure have an interesting way of asking someone out, Johnny Seo," you laughed, pushing the hair from his eyes. "But yes, I'd love if you took me out for coffee." He smiled and nuzzled into your neck, a slight blush on his cheeks as he murmured sheepishly, "Sorry if I've ever offended you. I'm not good at flirting unless I sound annoying or suggestive-" "I like it," you said, interrupting him with a kiss to his forehead. "Obviously, or I wouldn't have let you bang me." "Wow, you're right," he said, eyes squinting, "Maybe I should use it more often-" You hit him in the ribs playfully, earning a laugh from him as you pouted, "Don't even think about it, Seo. I've got dibs on you." You didn't even realize what slipped from your lips until you saw him smirk, hands wandering to less innocent places, "Dibs, huh?"
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The Heroes who keep me from getting high on drugs.
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“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.” Coach Carter, Denzel Washington
Dashingly feisty, she swiftly swings her light saber with the raw power of the Force against a dark, shrouded nemesis. Zhzhzhzhzhz sounds as the plasma blades clash and crackle. But she pushes her enemy back, empowered by a connection to an Energy beyond measure.
Despite the lack of Jedi training, she faces up against the villainous Kylo Ren, and more than holds her own.
Rey is my hero.
When I’m feeling pushed down by the world, facing enmity that threatens to crush my soul, I remember her and how she refuses to ever give up. She reaches for inner strength and embraces it. Like I must, so I don’t have to go back into rehab.
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A man rises from humble beginnings. Not white, not black, he’s of two worlds. Campaigning on the streets of Chicago’s brutal politics, he brings with him hope. He rises, meteorically, to the highest office of his country. Despite nasty attacks on his character and assassination attempts on his reputation, he surpasses all, becoming the most presidential president in decades to a nation riven by a cruel culture war.
Barack Obama is my hero.
When I feel caught between my world, one which I slip so easily into, and the “real” world of mundane anxiety, I relate to him. When I try to act with integrity even when it’s so tempting to give into spite and verbal barbary, I think of how he was a noble statesman in the whirling cesspool of Washington DC. I think of how he embodies honour and is one of our age’s true gentlemen. It helps me from falling back into drug abuse and dishonour.
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A monster, he ravaged Europe from Ireland to Italy, and beyond. He consumed more blood than a hundred humans hold. He killed and pillaged for fun. He devastated villages. He ruined great houses. Until he came upon a gypsy girl. Her death at his hands changed his life, for he was cursed with his soul. The weight of a conscience on his vampire’s mind broke him, drove him into quivering insanity. For close to seventy years, he hid away in the shadows of a sewerage system, feeding off rats.
Until he found a cause to redeem himself in his own eyes. To finally face his actions, and to own them. To become a hero for humanity.
Angel is my hero.
When the guilt for what I’ve done, in the past, during active addiction, when I consumed drugs and alcohol in such vast amounts, did actions that I felt irredeemable, like how I betrayed my own family… or those I let down when they needed me the most…
When shame and guilt threaten to cripple me, I think of Angel leading his ragtag band of misfits in one last fight against the demonic forces of evil in his show’s finale.
His courage in facing himself helps keep me from falling back to drug and alcohol abuse.
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He dreamed of flight, as he watched birds gain lift with the beating of their wings. Designing a man-sized kite, he fought against the forces of gravity. Desperate to understand the inner workings of the human body, he dissected cadavers in a place and time where such acts were forbidden – on pain of death.
He was a man of science, developing an understanding for the natural world, with its wonderous phenomenon. He was a man of invention, as he designed machines only to be realised in a future time. He was a man of art, as he painted, over four long years, the single most famous smile in history.
Leonardo di Vinci is my hero.
His quest for knowledge is a thirst I understand. His drive to become a master in a multitude of disciplines is my own desire. When I feel the pull of inactivity and procrastination, I turn to him, so that maybe, just maybe, my own name can live on through the ages – just like his. A possibility if I keep clean from drugs and alcohol.
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Why heroes?
I struggled to find my way after I left rehab. That’s because rehab provides you with the tools and the safe, healing environment to learn to use those tools. But when you’re out, you need to actually make use of them. Houghton House does offer continued support and therapy beyond that, making the road to recovery easier. However, I personally wage war with myself, with daily demons from within me seeking to claw me back into the hell of my own making.
I need heroes.
And I have them. They are legion.
Each one represents an ideal I aspire to in my life-or-death civil war.
I believe everyone needs heroes. Heroes are a source of inspiration, a rallying cry, a banner to fight under.
So, what was the process I used to find mine?
Well, I’m passionate about history, about politics, about sci-fi and fantasy, about the human condition. And I’m passionate about creativity.
This last one is a genetic gift encouraged from the time I could hold a crayon. My maternal grandmother was a talented painter. I remember far back into my early childhood: she was always buying canvases and paints for me to illuminate my inner universe.
Meanwhile, my grandfather had an old typewriter – which was already a relic of the past at the time – but I loved tip-tapping away on it, pretending to be a best-selling novelist, writing my next big thriller-horror-love story (girls were still very icky to me at that age).
Creativity empowered my mind’s eye, allowing for a clear vision of anything imaginable. So vivid, they became real.
When I find someone captivating – whether they’re fictional and brought to life on screen or if they are part of the powerful tides of history or they make the pages swiftly turn in a book – they enter my psyche, and become enmeshed.
(Some even come from rehab.)
They breath, they live, they think, they feel, they react. In one sense, they commune with me.
For me, they are as gods among men – embodying the best characteristics of humanity, whether it’s never giving up, like Rey, or simply never giving in, like Angel. I aspire to them. As someone who slips into his own world so easily, I always find my heroes available when I need them.
It doesn’t matter that some don’t exist, some are long-dead, and some have never even met me. It matters that I hold them in my heart.
It may seem odd, carrying them with me as I do, but what it is, is connecting to the purest form of my morals, values, and ideals. Remembering them.
Haha. Being scolded by Barack Obama makes me feel like an embarrassed school boy. I experience shame, so I endeavour to be a better me. Then we go play hoop in my lounge (sad-lol).
When I’m socially anxious, and enter a room full of people giving me long glances, I’m suddenly wreathed in a poncho, six-shooter on my hip, and a brimmed hat crowning my head, with Clint Eastwood’s Man-With-No-Name by my side.
(Not to be aggressive, but to feel a sense of self-assuredness. Clint and me, we don’t run from showdowns.)
Heroes keep me on the road of recovery from the drugs and alcohol that ravaged my body and mind. A personal rehab of heroes I take with me everywhere.
There’s even a hero directly in my life, but who also exists dualistically in my own mind. She truly grants me serenity. Moreover, enables me to question everything I do wherever I go – and thus make the right choices when I need to – in the form of ongoing therapy (including the real, but imaginary, debates we have in my head while I’m bumbling about life).
That is my therapist, one of Houghton House’s excellent counselling team. It’s through the team’s daily experiences with healing fractured, broken souls that they became heroes. Heroes with a great understanding of the terrible condition we addicts go through.
If it wasn’t for Lagertha*, and for Houghton House’s caring rehab staff in general (including the highly-empathetic counselling team, veteran nurses, the understanding admin and office peeps, the wonderful kitchen ladies, there’s too many to name), I wouldn’t have any heroes at all.
So there is hope. For anyone who’s still suffering in active addiction. And there’s more than just the chance to get clean. I found, through Houghton House’s rehab centre, there’s the chance to redeem.
I’d like to end off with my all-time favourite quote. It’s from one of my heroes formed at the ringside of my mind. Rocky Balboa, who went the distance.
It’s a good one to remember when you’re pushed down in the journey of recovery, perhaps feeling self-piteous, perhaps feeling desperate. It’s darn empowering. And it’s awesome.
“Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!” – Rocky Balboa, Sylvester Stallone
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You have to admit – this is not a bad way to start a week huh? It was lush if somewhat sickly but highly recommended. I love Ole & Steen on Haymarket. Best Danish pastry I have tasted. If you are in London then you simply must go. Their sandwiches and coffees aren’t bad either.
After starting last week’s post with a puppy picture, I was asked for a cat this week so here you go.
Not what you were expecting? He’s still pretty cute though. For those wanting a kitty of a slighter small size and shape here’s one for you.
None of this has anything to do with books but then what is new. Well … the cake kind of links back to books as I did eat it prior to heading on over to City University and First Monday Crime last week. A wonderfully bookish night of entertainment courtesy of Barry Forshaw, Stuart Turton, Leigh Russell and john Connolly. Sadly, thanks to the sudden descent of fog upon the country Rachel Abbott didn’t make it but the panel still kept us wholly entertained with discussions on why kids don’t read much, whether Stuart Turton loves or hates Agatha Christie and whether John Connolly writes horror or crime or a hybrid. For more on the evening as a whole I recommend that you read Joy Kluver’s write up here. I was far to enthralled and entertained to take decent notes but I did grab a couple of pictures.
Now, you may or may not have worked out from my overly gushing post the other week about The Woman in the Woods that I’m a small fan of John Connolly’s Charlie Parker books. I did the thoroughly bookishly geeky thing of queuing to get my copy signed (even though I have a signed copy on the way from Goldsboro books anyway – this was personalised) and unlike me, I managed to get out more of a sentence than ‘I liked your book’. When Mr C remarked that I had already read it, I explained that I’d reviewed it the previous week. After a surprised ‘that was you!’ I got a totally unexpected and unsolicited hug of thanks from the man himself.
Now I am not prone to the old huggage, hand shakes are still somewhat of a necessary evil IMHO, even for work. I want to die when I meet my European colleagues with their strange air kiss/cheek rub ways. I can never remember which is which and who is going to fire in for one, two or even three kisses. Three!!! I mean, what the heck?Where I come from that’s borderline asking for your hand in marriage or at the very least an indecent proposal!
Those who know me well know that this hugging phenomenon is something I am struggling to come to terms with about the bookish world. You lot are very huggy people. This one though I did not mind at all. Not in any weird kind of freaky stalkerish way I hasten to add, but it was just so surprising as I am sure that authors such as John Connolly and the rest of the panel get hundreds of reviews and kind comments all the time, so to know that he read and was genuinely thankful for the review makes this whole blogging thing worth while. In it’s own odd way it’s kind of different to greeting people who you may have conversed with a bit on line or perhaps met before too as that’s where you expect a kind of happy but strange hug/air kiss/pre proposal type scenario 😉😬. I mean I’d have been as happy with a genuine and enthusiastic thank you but I’m not complaining.;) And I now have another book in my signed collection which also contains huge hugs (at least this is what we deciphered it as saying lol)!!! Good night out.
This was the most exciting thing to happen to me all week as other than this I have had a trip just south of Lille for another two hour meeting (and the kiss/don’t kiss, one two or three nightmare) and a lot of work twaddle to contend with. I completed week 4 of my Forensic Psychology – Witness Investigation course and week 1 of the Forensic Science course that I am trying to undertake alongside blogging and working and travelling and occasional sleeping so that is a bonus. I also got two other new signed books this week. First up was a copy of DM Mark’s The Zealot’s Bones (warning to the sensitive the cover has a scary rat and you may wish to scroll on) and a second signed copy of Written in Bones by James Oswald, simply because it was signed and dated on my birthday last year. That seemed like fate to me so it had to be done.
Ahhh. Book. Heaven. Not too shabby a week huh? Well apart from work but we can gloss over that part …
New book wise I have been ordering from Goldsboro again. This time it’s a signed copy of The Blood Road by Stuart MacBride which is released in June. Happy bunny time over here then. From Amazon my purchases have been limited (yeah right) and I only ordered the US hard cover of Ragnar Jonasson’s Black Out because it is stunning (and I have the first two in the set so it seemed rude not to). From the UK I ordered The Zealot’s Bones by DM Mark (I can’t read a signed copy…); Down To The Woods by MJ Arlidge; Counting the Dead by Victoria Jenkins and No Turning Back by Sam Blake.
Netgalley wise I have had a few books. It’s a mixture of tour requests, direct invites to review in the case of Peter James and Ruth Dugdall and ‘I just want to read these’ requests. I picked up Body and Soul by John Harvey; The Things You Didn’t See by Ruth Dugdall; The Retreat by Mark Edwards; Dead If you Don’t by Peter James and One Little Lie by Sam Carrington. I was also sent an early copy of The Chosen Ones by Carol Wyer which is absolutely bloody fabulous I might add.
Reading wise I’ve not had too shabby a week all things considered. I am still shattered so i think to have finished reading four books again this week is quite pleasing.
Books I have read
The Ice Swimmer – Kjell Ola Dahl
When a dead man is lifted from the freezing waters of Oslo Harbour just before Christmas, Detective Lena Stigersand’s stressful life suddenly becomes even more complicated. Not only is she dealing with a cancer scare, a stalker and an untrustworthy boyfriend, but it seems both a politician and Norway’s security services might be involved in the murder. 
With her trusted colleagues, Gunnarstranda and Frølich, at her side, Lena digs deep into the case and finds that it not only goes to the heart of the Norwegian establishment, but it might be rather to close to her personal life for comfort.
Dark, complex and nail-bitingly tense, The Ice Swimmer is the latest and most unforgettable instalment in the critically acclaimed Oslo Detective series, by the godfather of Nordic Noir.
My review of this brilliant novel will be out later this week but I truly love the writing style and the feel of this Oslo based thriller. Slower in pace than most Detective novels it is still engaging and has so many hold your breath moments that you won’t be able to turn away. You can buy your own copy here.
Body and Soul – John Harvey
From the master of British Crime Writing comes Frank Elder’s last case.
‘The heavy manacles around the girl’s wrists, perhaps not surprisingly, looked very much like the ones that had been found on the studio floor. For a moment, she had a vision of the chain to which they were attached being swung through the air, taking on force and speed before striking home.Then swung again.’
When his estranged daughter Katherine appears on his doorstep, ex-Detective Frank Elder knows that something is wrong.
Katherine has long been troubled, and Elder has always felt powerless to help her.
But now Katherine has begun to self-destruct.
The breakdown of her affair with a controversial artist has sent her into a tailspin which culminates in murder.
And as Elder struggles to protect his daughter and prove her innocence, the terrors of the past threaten them both once more …
The last in the series this is the first book I have read by John Harvey. Nothing new there for me. Fast paced and gripping from the off, it does contain spoilers for prior novels so be aware before setting off, but as a first read it also gives enough back ground to put everything in context and keep you on edge all along. My review will be posted later this week and you can buy your own copy here.
The Chosen Ones – Carol Wyer
They had not been forgiven. And they would never be forgotten …. When a doting young father is murdered and his body discovered in a cornfield for his family to see, it’s a harrowing new case for Detective Robyn Carter. But just as Robyn starts to investigate, a popular local doctor and young mother, is found dead outside her surgery.
As Robyn tries to find the link between the victims, she uncovers a dark web of secrets. Were these much-loved members of the community as innocent as they seemed? 
The killer has a message for Robyn and the carefully chosen victims. Can Robyn get to the truth before she becomes the next target? 
If you love Angela Marsons, Patricia Gibney and Rachel Abbott, you’ll love the latest pulse-pounding thriller from Carol Wyer. The Chosen Ones will keep you guessing until the very last page.
What I love about this series, aside from the great characters and the brilliant writing, is that it is set very locally to me and I always chuckle when I see local references. Plenty of that in this book, alongside a chilling set of murders which will make your toes curl and keep you right at the edge of a very uncomfortable seat. Loved it. My review will be a long time coming as publication isn’t until later next month, but you can preorder a copy here. Totally worth it.
The Girl Who Got Revenge – Marnie Riches
Revenge is a dish best served deadly…
A twelve-year-old girl is found dead at the Amsterdam port. An old man dies mysteriously in a doctors’ waiting room. Two seemingly unconnected cases, but Inspector Van den Bergen doesn’t think so…
Criminologist George McKenzie is called in to help crack the case before it’s too late. But the truth is far more deadly than anyone can imagine… Can George get justice for the dead before she ends up six-feet under too?
A heart-racing thriller packed with secrets, lies and the ultimate revenge, perfect for fans of Steig Larsson and Jo Nesbo.
Love this series, loved this book. George McKenzie and her lover Van den Bergen are back and boy what a case they are faced with. Human trafficking and unexplained deaths of admittedly quite aged men. Full of the humour, darkness and brilliant plotting that threads through this series, fans will not be disappointed. My review and an extract from the book will be up on the blog this weekend, but you can order your own copy here.
Busy week on the blog so here is a recap:
A Grand Old Time by Judy Leigh
My Little Eye by Stephanie Marland
Too Close To Breathe by Olivia Kiernan
The Summer Theatre By The Sea by Tracy Corbett
Deadly Secrets by Robert Bryndza
Keeper by Johana Gustawsson
Cover Reveal: The Picture – Roger Bray
The week ahead is pretty tame in comparison although I do have a few tours on the cards for the Ice Swimmer by Kjell Ola Dahl; Body and Soul by John Harvey; The Dark Web by Christopher Lowery; East if India by Erica Brown (Mandie’s review) and The Girl Who Got Revenge by Marnie Riches.
Do have a fabulously bookish week everyone. I will be mostly reading, studying and possibly (maybe) thinking about starting writing myself. Only possibly maybe ish. But probably not. Bust, busy and all that.
Jen
Rewind, recap: Weekly update w/e 15/04/18 You have to admit - this is not a bad way to start a week huh? It was lush if somewhat sickly but highly recommended.
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