#its about to be 1:00 am as I post this so I know I missed it
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𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖓
warnings: forceful smut.breeding/impregnation.stalking.biting??(okay he may have tried to eat you). sexual vulgarity.over stimulation.branding.torture?
Pairing: Johnny slaughter x Female reader. [Sorry Leland lovers, maybe sometime this spooky season]
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: 1-𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚. 2-𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔. 3-𝑬𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔.[WIP].4-𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍'𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 [WIP].
Word count: 3k
[Thanks for stopping by! This is my very first smut post. So all likes and critique are truly appreciated❣️]
𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽𝙽𝚈'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅
"Good night! Or should I say good morning, Austin Texas! It's officially 12:00 am. August 29. We got some good news for you guys tonight-" the radio turned off abruptly with the rough turn of the dial, causing it to harshly click. The car became eerily silent, And time began to stand still. Johnnys gloved hand tightly gripped his steering wheel. head held down deep in thought, while his jaw began to clench. His tense body showed a man deep in battle with himself. His sharp inhales and deep rumbling exhales, reminiscent of a hungry animal or beast. His mind slowly being engulfed with a fuzzy, static, ringing sound. A sound that drowned everything else out, a sound that let him know he needed to hunt.
His dark eyes studied the blood-stained cloth, firmly held in his right hand. He tried his best to settle the unrest inside his mind and body. But finally gave into his loud flagrant desires. Bringing the cloth to his face, he took in the distinct scent of his new obsession. The hint of your natural sweetness, the lingering smell of your perfume, and the distinct copper signature of your blood. All of this together brought him into a high, causing his needy cock to harden and throb. his eyes grew endlessly dark with hunger. His breath now in the rhythm of a heated pant as he pulled away from the cloth.
After maria, he made sure to be careful. He didn't take you home right away, he wasn't going to lose another. He waited and played his cards right. By dating your hopeless friend, getting closer to you without notice. He managed to snag your beloved charm bracelet, a photo of your beautiful doe eyes and sweet smile, and now your blood. Unfortunately collecting and waiting was over. You were now in a perfect position for him. And he surely didn't give a damn about your loving fiancé. There you stood, in the dark. Your eyes dashing to see the source of each unexpected sound. While you held your bleeding hand waiting and waiting for your friends. They won't be back any time soon, he made sure of it.
AUGUST 29, 1988 TIME: 12:30 AM
The humid Texas air was slowly getting to you. You started to feel the time flying by. And with the passing moments, the texas night heat only grew stronger. Letting out an anxious huff, you battled with your better senses. You know you should sit still and wait for the girls to come back. But you felt uneasy, as the men coming into the bar had a open view of you. They gawked, whistled, and even took second and third glances while walking by. You began to feel like a rabbit in an open field. While Ignoring the male bar goers as best as you can. You noticed a figure standing 10 feet from you, gaining your full attention. It stood in the back alley of the bar, where the light didn't reach. You couldn't tell who it was or what they were doing, but after you stared for a little while longer. The figure titled its head mockingly. letting you know this wasn't delusion or Texas heat, this was reality.
You tried to swallow down the fear bubbling up, but your dry throat made it impossible. Your hand began to tremble lightly. You knew the hotel was a block and a half away,if you ran. You could try to page someone, but your pager was in friend's missing bag. As you quickly cycled through your mind, you felt hope wash over you. Your fiancé always gave you a switch blade for outings, which you thankfully kept this time. Frantically you began to search for it, feeling on its holster that wrapped around your thigh. Suddenly you heard it, "switch!", your knife being flicked open. Your eyes slowly looked up with dread,watching the figure waving at you with your knife in hand.
Then it all clicked, the only person close enough to take it, was johnny. Refusing to let him get you easy, you nodded at his shadowy figure. And without wasting a second you turned around and took off for the hotel. Last you saw of him; he took off stalking into the wooded area amongst the trees. While you decided to run down the clear sidewalk under the streetlights. You didn't scream, you didn't cry, you saved your energy for running. Your legs felt heavy, feet started to feel numb, and your chest ached from it pounding with each stride. You felt safe following the streetlights and sidewalk, until there were no more. Before you faced the wooded area of a park, an area with no trail, no railing, and no intention of life traversing. You knew by cutting through the park. The hotel would be closer for you to reach.
Hearing branches snap, dry leaves shuffle, and rustling bushes drawing near. you cared nothing for the concept of caution and ran into the wooded area.
If only you were more cautious.
Realizing pretty quickly the area you bravely ran into, turned into a downwards slope. You carefully tried slowly traversing down the slope sideways. Regardless of how careful you were, all footing was quickly lost. under the soft, muddy leaves, and dew-covered grass. With no control of your body, you began to slide down quickly into a full body tumble. Plunging down the slope, for what you felt was 8 feet from the ground. Your back finally collided hard with a tree at the bottom of the uneven slope. The forceful collision caused an audible coughing fit from the pain and exhaustion of your lungs.
"Tsk, what a damn shame... here I thought you were a tough one. I must admit you put up a good effort. None of the other girls ran as fast nor far as you did. Oh! I assure you!" Johnny would crouch down next to his prey and chuckled at your pain. While you laid there pathetically, he took out his harvesting blade. And with a quick snap of his wrist your dress came clean off. Leaving you bare to him and the low rolling night breeze. "You know, I thought your fiancé would have been somewhat smart. Being a cop and all...obviously not a good one. I was on your trail, during every little moment of your trip." His taunts continued. Quickly and clumsily, you tried to collect your tattered dress. Your effort proved to be of little use, with the shredded mess. "Hell, I think I know more about you than he does. Born in New Orleans green eyes like your mother, but sure do have your fathers' spirit." He got up following close as you writhed in pain. Pathetically crawling away from him, attempting to hide your naked frame from his gaze. He observed how weak you became, relying on all of strength left in your fingertips and arms. Johnny cruelly pressed his foot against your injured and bruised back. Stopping all pathetic attempts then and there.
While you laid there it became painfully clear, that you were dealing with a psychopath. A handsome face, scars excused as the marks of a hard-working farm hand. Staring you excused as shyness, every red flag you foolishly excused for your friend's happiness. Realizing what he was, you devised your survival plan. They say killers hate rejection.so you'll accept every kiss,every touch, even fall in love if needed be; you were going to live.
He suddenly took his foot off your back, his footsteps growing faint, yet petrifingly close. Snatching this opportune time, you continued to crawl away. He watched you from afar, with a assumed expression. Spending your time crawling to nowhere, johnny patiently bided his time. For the warm orange flame flickering under his eyes, was just picking up. So caught up in your hopeful efforts, and devising your plan. you missed the lingering trail of smoke. You carelessly disregarded every firey sign of inpending torture, and you were going to pay for it dearly.
"oh no? leaving already?" johnny's tone was filled with mocking empathy. No matter how hard you tried, your effort didn't get you far. With a few steps, Johhny was above you again. Once again his smothering foot met your back. leaning down, he purposely put his weight onto your weak back. "Boy, aren't you a sweet sight? I'd hate for you to run off one day, but if you do. let's make sure a kind soul can bring you back home.". His words were purposely vague, he could feel the confusion swirling and sinking heavy in your stomach. In his hand held a brass "J" branding iron, that your poor eyes didnt notice.
A harsh stinging slap to your ass, caused your body to jolt forward under Johhny's boot. your teeth gritted in pain, as it eased into a stressed exhale. only a second of peace was given to you, before your eyes widen with hot tears. Burning heat plunged into the flesh of your hip, seeping down to the bone. As the sensation raised up to your chest, your mouth opened to let out a shrill agonizing scream. before it could ring through the night air, Johnny's hand met your mouth. Quickly choking out your heart-rendering cries. Over stimulated with pain, your body begged for rest. He smirked as your body fell limp, your chest softly heaving with shock.
What have you done to earn this nightmare? you were raised as a church girl. Maybe you partied a bit too hard to be considered devout. But you were still a virgin, attended every sunday service, and treated everyone with love. How were you now prey to the, "bad man" Infront of you?. In your fog, you yearned to look into the eyes of the man towering before you. The night sky and lazy clouds swallowed all light, not a single star nor the moon was shining for you. Deep down without making out his face, you just knew johnny was grinning with hunger. "Hey there! "He suddenly come face to face with you. His hands firmly grasping your wrists. You saw his face clear as day now. The sadistic yet playful smile on his face, coupled with the gentle caressing of your cheek. Brought to you a uneasy sense of comfort.
"Don't cry sweetheart, ill try to make this quick." He closely observed your eyes, for any signs of opposition. you never seen a man nor animal, With such endlessly devoid eyes in your life. Johnny chuckled at your mindless deer in head lights expression. He brought his thumb to you bottom lip, feeling the delicate plush of it. Soft grazes became harsh once he grasped your chin, yanking your head up to his attention. His thumb no longer gently tracing, it now pressed hard against your lip in a rough pinch. Suddenly your haze lifted, you began to realize your position. Your head moving around, taking in your helpless environment.
Your frantic display of fear brought out a deep groan of pleasure out of johnny. The groan trailed off into a deep sadistic chuckle. That almost drowned out the soft bell like sounds of his unbuckling belt. A growl rumbled deep from his chest down to your stomach. He perched himself on your mid-section to stop any attempt of escape, encasing your small frame between his knees. With each squirm you caused his body to rock and grind against you. lighting would strike you down, if you said you didn't like his hard length throbbing against your skin. "Look, look at me!" He snapped at you. Your frightened efforts to not look at him, Slowly wore down his patience. His right hand which held your wrists together. Forced them above your head, he hadn't yet forgotten your wounded hand.
Maliciously his fingertips applied pressure on the fresh cut, the feeling made you swear his fingers were deep in your wound. which made your skin began to crawl with disgust. The Increasing pain caused you to cry out and arch back, in an attempt to get his weight off of you. He allowed you to arch your body, he reveled in how you moved for him. "Oh? Needy, aren't you? For a devout little church girl." He relished in teasing you, while his now bloodied fingertips traveled up your thigh. Finding purchase between your legs. Fingertips running up your thoroughly soaked panties, teasing your covered slit. Although his fingers were now coated in your sweet juice, He desired more from you. Suddenly, johnny's head become lost between your legs. He'd use is teeth to delicately pull your panties to the side, giving his fingertips free range to slowly push into your tight gummy entrance. He made sure to leave a intense fluttering sensation coursing up your spine. He leaned up to you, as you let out a soft moan. He parted his lips as yours did, letting out a pleased groan of his own. He took a moment to relish in your shameless state. Before grabbing the soaked lace mess and greedily ripping it off with little to no effort.
Your eyes widened as you tried to close your legs, hiding yourself as best as you could. "Oh sweetheart, don't tell me you don't want me to fuck you? With how wet you are?" His bare calloused hands gripped your thighs bruisingly tight, no longer caring what you do with your hands. Impatiently yanking your body down to meet his hips. His length throbbing against your pussy, as it radiated your heat covering his shaft with your slick. "I hate to tell you, but I have to fuck you now, since you begged and all" before you could even plea for him to stop or fight back. The air was taken out of your lungs, as you moaned out. Hot tears welled in your eyes. He pulled you down forcefully flush onto his cock, not caring you were unexperienced.
You watched his wild ravenous grin, as the strength of his hips made each thrust deeper and rougher than the last. He loved watching the tears roll from your eyes. Mesmerized by your moaning lips begging for his kiss. Johnny figured he'd give you this one kindness. Your soft moans would be choked out from you, as his large hand gripped your neck firmly. Bringing your needy lips to his, he gave you the passionate kiss you oh so desired. You found yourself running your fingers through his hair, which he hated. He began to smirk through the kiss and rewarded you with a keen vengeful bite to your bottom lip.
Your sweet blood, lingered on his tongue like liquor. Bringing him to a high, his thrusts grew needy and cruel. He lost himself, in the taste of you. Once he broke the kiss, you looked on at his shark like eyes in horror. Before you knew it, his hungry lips now wandered to your shoulder. A radiating source of your intoxicating perfume. Soft Fuzzy static began over take his mind, he knew what he wanted. And couldn't control his primal instincts. His body tensed, his muscles flexed and hardened, face buried deep into your neck hiding his internal struggle. He'd let out a animalistic grunt, a hopeless warning for you. A blood chilling scream rang from your weak throat. Johnny hungrily sunk teeth deep into your flesh. His mind now completely flooded with the roaring static. hearing your cries and french curses, faintly in the back of his mind.
"Fuuck!" johnny pulled himself out of his haze, his gaze darting to his left hand. Realizing he unknowingly took his knife out during the fog. Begrudgingly, he pushed his knife away from your body. Resisting the strong urge to kill you, atleast not yet. Instead he began to take in the sight of you. A broken mess, panting like a well fucked whore. He'd steady his position with his hand besides your head, now resting his weight on his arm. A frustrated whine echoed from your chest, demanding release. He felt your tight little pussy clench around him, your body ready to cum without his permission. His eyes glared deep into yours, his thrusts now mercilessly deep. greeting the very depths of you, abusing your cervix with his controlling strength. "You tight greedy whore-" He grunted, as you defiantly closed your thighs. Johnny smirked and decided not to go easy anymore. he pressed your thighs back against your chest. Thrusts bottoming out, as your core now ached against the girth of his length.
"J-...Johnny!" With the needy moan of his name. You finally broke, cumming on his thick punishing length. You began to tremble, as the wave rode through your body. You sweet inexperienced doll, you thought once you came it was over, not just yet. you began to stare down at the mess of your bodies, you watched as his cock stroked in and out of your gushing mess of a pussy. Mercilessly pumping out your cream, while your aching pussy wrapped around tight. carelessly you dared to drag your fingertips down his sweat covered torso, down to the base of his working cock. Luckily, he was too high off the feeling of his rushing edge, to punish your touch. His body pressed heavily on yours, he savored each sound your crying, messy body made. His body soon raised up again, his leaning head back getting a full view of you. Eyes sitting low, while his tounge wolfishly licked the dried blood off his smirking lips. You felt his fingertips digging deep into the plush of your ass. Which gave into his wake, bloody scratches and crescents from his nails adorning your ass.
"Take it! Take it!" His voice dripped with a carnal venom. His pace now sloppy against the twitch of his cock. Each twitch reminded him of how defiantly tight you were, not allowing him to stretch you even a centimeter more without a challenge. With a satisfied deep hiss, he claimed you. Filling your assaulted cunt with his hot thick seed. You panted with relief , Your body lightly trembled with each breath you took, until your nerves eased for him.
"Oh? sweet as a kitten now, aren't you?" he lazily pulled his satisfied cock out of you. He chuckled at your sweet face, before turning his attention to fixing himself up. Somewhere you found the strength to pull yourself up, weakly sitting on your tired knees. You began to admire the shape of his face, eyes tracing each scar, your chest fluttered at the mere presence of him. He didn't know what he was going to do with you, let alone a child. But that was the price to pay, he planned on selfishly keeping you as long as he could. His strong arms, carefully wrapped around your chest. Pulling you into his arms, practically cradling you like a feral kitten. "It's time to bring my prized catch home."
CHAPTER 1 END
Chapter 2 preview:
"Do you remember?"
Your eyes fluttered open, to the familiar melody. The upbeat romantic song that played during your wedding, bringing you a warm feeling of safety. The safety you cherished when you were finally found,finally free. But it was strange, your lazy eyes caught the time. 3:15 am, why would he play this so late?
"Do you remember how it all began?"
You remember your husband's disappointed confusion at his broken record player. Which now played eerily off key, deep and slow. Why would he play music on it now? Lazily your feet shuffled against the carpet. And unexpectedly met the soft rattle of your son's comfort blanket. Now Perplexed, you examined the small bat covered blanket. Abruptly, the flashing blue and white lights of your TV caught your full attention.
"I bet you remember, I bet you remember"
You felt the fear on your fingertips, as they glided against the wooden stair railing. Holding your breath, in a attempt to stop your heart from beating so violently. With each braved stair, your skin crawled with a stabbing chill that only increased. Untill you stopped half way, there he was. Your baby boy, being held by a shadowy stranger.
"Da-da!" The sweet babble from your baby boy, brought you so much dread. He could never piece his babbles into a clear "Pa-pa" or "Da-da", To your husband's dismay. But now sitting on the knee of a stranger, he joyfully rang out his new found word
The stranger leaned down, playfully shaking a teddy bear. While the baby sucked on his knuckles feeling truly entertained. Dark eyes slowly cut from him to you.
"Does mama remember me?" You knew that build, those eyes, and that damned intoxicating southern twang. With no more stairs to stall the inevitable, you now stood in Johnny's open veiw. You watched the corners of his mouth, curl into his signature devilish grin."Well, Hey there sweetheart!"
"Do you remember the time, when we first fell in love?"
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redirection II
esmee brugts x barcaplayer!R
last chapter: redirection I
next chapter: redirection III
Walking into my apartment, I shut the door and place my black nike sports bag on the bench in the foyer. There was a light breeze in the kitchen because I left the balcony doors open when I left this morning.
I didn't want to do anything right now since I had a busy morning. I had to wake up at 6am, eat breakfast, get to Ciutat at 8am, complete paperwork and contracts, do medical tests, take pictures for my first day, and have my first training practice with the team.
The excitement in my body wouldn't go away though. Barcelona is the best club in the world currently, I had high hopes for this season and just want to contribute to the team.
Turning on my phone that was in my back pocket, the time read 1:23pm. Well, in Europe it's 13:23. However, it would take me a while to get used to that as an American.
I saw a few texts from a phone number I didn't recognize too.
Hi y/n!
What time are you free later?
We should go to La selva. It's a restaurant in the city. I haven't been there before but Ingrid recommended it :)
I blushed as I remembered the conversation with Esmee earlier. I appreciated the idea of going out to eat with her, I want to build bonds with my new teammates the same way I had with my old teammates back in Washington.
Considering that I've meet her today, I couldn't say that I had a crush on her (yet). That would be too fast. However, I thought about her on the drive back to my apartment. I'm excited to spend time with a new friend and teammate.
y/n: Esmee!!!!
y/n: I'm free around 17:00/5pm. I have to do some things for my apartment and I'll be ready.
y/n: I just looked up the location to La selva restaurant. It's not too far from my apartment. Its 6 minute walk from me :)
I added Esmee's phone number into my phone as "Esmee :)" before I clicked off of iMessage to go on instagram. Clicking on my notifications, I saw "esmeebrugts followed you 5d" meaning that she followed me five days ago.
Going on her profile, I see that some of my friends back in america follow her and she follows a couple of them back. Everyone kind of knows each other in this sport so I am not surprised.
I don't go on instagram when I am not posting, so I felt bad when I saw that she followed five days ago. I followed her back immediately.
s/n went back to America earlier with our mom and I miss her already. We walked on the Barceloneta Beach before dinner last night, celebrating my new life in Spain. She took pictures of me and I feel happy enough to post them on Instagram.
(pretend this is you in the pictures)
y/n.l/n
barcelona, catalunya, españa
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When I told Esmee that I had to do things for my apartment before the dinner, I wasn't lying. Throughout the past week I've been decorating my apartment so it felt like home. I know it will take a while to get used to this place, since I am across the Atlantic Ocean in a new country away from my old home.
three hours had passed and I've finished completing everything for my apartment. I picked up my phone from the coffee table and the time read 4:12pm/16:12. I saw I've received 5 text messages from different people:
Esmee :) 2hrs ago: La selva isn't far from me as well, see you at 17:00!
Trinity R 2hrs ago: Heyy girl! How's Barcelona?
Emily F 2hrs ago: *sent 2 TikTok attachments* you at camp 😭💀
Unknown number: Hi its Ingrid!
The first person I texted back is Ingrid, I gave her my number before she left training earlier with Mapi. I changed her contact name to just "Ingrid E".
y/n: Hi Ingrid!
I texted Trinity back as well, saying that Barcelona is great and asked her how she's doing back in Washington. I reacted to Esmee's message with a like and Emily's with the "haha" reaction.
I had about 45 minutes until I had to meet Esmee at La sevia, so I quickly went into my bedroom and changed into a different outfit than what I had on this morning.
Deciding to do my usual hairstyle (imagine whatever you want, reader <3), I placed on a bit of brow gel concealer mascara blush and lip balm as apart of my makeup routine. I constantly checked the time on my phone, making sure that I am not late to meeting Esmee. I promise this obsession over the time just isn't due to my interest in her, with friends I'll try not to disrespect their time by being late to an event.
After putting on my outfit (photo above^), I checked the time and it's finally 4:45/16:45. I grabbed my purse, put on my sandals, made sure to lock my apartment door, and followed my phone GPS towards LA sevia.
Stepping outside, the warm weather with the nice breeze made me smile. My white oversized button up shirt flowed with the soft breeze. Usually, my social anxiety would plague my thoughts about hanging out with someone new in my life. I used feel shaky and hesitant about these situations. However, I promised myself that I would be more open with others once I came to Spain.
I turned the corner away from my street, heading to walk straight for about a quarter of a mile. Suddenly, I saw a group of girls. One girl had box braids with a nice orange sundress on. Another girl was a redhead with freckles, she wore a pair of jeans shorts with a green shirt. The third girl, who was closest to a restaurant door they were standing out of, was brunette and wore a 22/23 barcelona kit with a pair of light washed jeans. These girls were a few years younger than me, if I had to guess.
When the girl in the Barcelona shirt saw me walk by her, she gasped before coming up behind me and tapping me on the shoulder. I didn't walk past her to ignore her, I figured that since I'm new to Barcelona I wouldn't be recognizable yet.
"Are you y/n l/n? You look so pretty in person. Sorry I- um- wow I am such a fan of your talent." The shy girl spoke with a Spanish accent. I smiled at her as her two friends stood behind her, looking at me with admiration too.
"Thank you so much! I appreciate your kind words." I responded.
The girl pulled out her blue cased iPhone to give to her friend, "I can take a picture with you?" she asked. I responded yes kindly.
After taking pics with the three girls, I continued to walk to the restaurant. Turning onto the street were La sevia was, I heard my imessage notification go off in my back pocket.
I clicked on my lock button to see that I received a text message from Esmee, the time is currently 4:57/16:57. The restaurant is in view from where I am walking so I wasn't late.
Esmee: I am here! I got us a table already so I am inside
Y/n: I am right outside. Heading in now :)
As I approached the restaurant, I stopped and took a deep breath as my nerves started to increase in unfamiliarity. My social anxiety won't ruin this potential friendship I want to have.
I smiled in awe when entering the steakhouse . The place has beautiful lighting, nice vinery, and was pretty spacious. There was nobody up front at the hostess station, so I continued to walk into the restaurant to find Esmee.
As I turned the corner, I see the Dutch girl sitting. She had her familiar braids with her back facing towards me. She's looking down towards her lap so I know she is on her phone.
If I knew her well enough, I would've scared her from behind. A "boo!" could've been funny. Oh well, next time I will.
"Esmee!!!" I said going to sit down in the seat across from hers. The chairs in the restaurant were hanging from the roof, the whole area was pretty.
"Y/n hey!" Esmee clicked off of her phone and placed it upward on the table. I placed my bag in the chair beside my left leg before I fully acknowledged Esmee's appearance.
I cannot deny it. I found her attractive since seeing her at training this morning. She had this shy and sweet aura to her. Don't get me started on her adorable smile...
She wore a black nike hoodie and had on a nice gold necklace. I can't see her pants from below the table but I believe I saw black cargos when walking towards her from behind.
"I'm sorry I am a little late, a fan recognized me and asked me for a photograph." I giggled. I knew I didn't have to apologize because it was exactly 5:00/17:00 when I arrived, I just hoped that she didn't wait long.
"It's totally okay! I just sat down when I saw your message about you being outside." Esmee responded. The dutch accent when she speaks English is pulling me in, emotionally, as I look at her with a smile.
Be cool, y/n. I thought to myself.
"Okay that's good. I didn't want to keep you waiting." I commented.
"You're fine no worries... so I see a fan recognized you already." Esmee said with her recognizable smile.
I laughed lightly and was going to respond until a waitress came up to our table.
"Hi I'm Maria, I will be your server tonight. Can I get you started with any drinks?" The brunette, who had French braids in her hair, smiled at us.
I looked at Esmee, seeing if she wanted to answer what she wanted first. She nodded her head at me, offering for me to go first, we nearly laughed before I said to Maria, "I'll just take a water." Esmee wanted the same thing and Maria smirked at us before walking away.
"Yeah a fan did recognize me. She had on a Pedri shirt and stared at me walking by her before she stopped me for a picture. She had her friends with her and they were so kind." I said.
Esmee nodded her head, "That's good. I'm glad they were kind to you."
"Same, the last thing I need for the end of my first week in Spain is a mean person coming at me." I shook my head at the possible thought.
"Have you had any fan interactions here since Tuesday?" I asked Esmee. It's Monday today so Esmee arrived to Barcelona before I did.
"I had a few actually. A few Oranje fans saw me and asked for a picture. I went to Mexico with the team for a friendly on Thursday and was able to meet more fans there too." Esmee commented. The Barcelona team had a friendly in Mexico against Club America from what I saw on their Instagram pages. My contract wasn't signed until a few days ago, when they came back to Barcelona, so I wasn't able to go.
"You're so lucky! How was Mexico?" I smiled.
Esmee looked up, thinking about her few days for the Club America friendly, before looking back at y/n with a smile.
"Mexico was fun. We didn't walk around or do much. However I saw an old teammate from PSV that plays at Club America so that was nice. uh---- it was nerve-wracking too." Esmee said.
"I understand, it was your first time playing with the team. Friendly or not. Being nervous and excited is normal" I validated her feelings.
"That's true. I did good in Mexico so the worry was for nothing." Esmee lightly laughed as I looked at her with a blush.
Maria came by with our waters and asked what we wanted to eat. Realizing that we spent most of our time talking instead of looking at the menu, we asked for a few extra minutes. The waitress accepted it and smiled before walking away, giving us time.
Esmee and I look through the menus deciding what we want. Most of the menu was in Spanish, so we had to flip to the English part of the menu. While looking through the menu, Esmee and I didn't talk. The silence between us wasn't awkward since there was a nice jazz song playing throughout the restaurant.
"Have you ever had salmon?" I asked Esmee. The girl looked at me with a smile before nodding. I smiled back before saying, "I never had salmon before. The salmon with pineapple and avocado sounds good though." I say.
"You never had salmon before? You should try it, it's good." Esmee said as she looked back at her menu.
"Okay, I'll try that." I closed the menu and placed it in front of me on the table. Esmee looked at the menu for a couple of more seconds before closing it as well, "I'm going to get the same thing." she smiled.
"Copy cat." I joked.
"I am not copying you.... you just have good taste." Esmee rolled her eyes playfully which made me laugh.
"I'm just kidding Es. You can copy me as much as you want to without me feeling annoyed." I smiled before freaking out internally, "oh my god, I hope she didn't take that as flirting. I don't want to freak her out already." I thought. My face still had a smile and Esmee lightly laughed so I dropped the thought.
After Maria came back and we ordered our food, Esmee and I took the opportunity to talk a lot more. We discussed our soccer/futbol journey before coming to Barcelona, our families, our upcoming game with Madrid CFF, and our love for video games. We have a lot in common.
The Dutch girl never mentioned having a girlfriend while she talked about the people close in her life, I took note of that.
Maria came back with our food around 45 minutes after we ordered. Esmee and I didn't talk much as we had our food but it's okay. Again, the silence wasn't painful or awkward to me. Other conversations from people around us and the light music kept my mind occupied.
I didn't want to stare at Esmee, since that would be weird for our first time hanging out, but she looked so pretty. Sometimes when I looked at her, she already looked at me with a shy smile. This made me blush, she noticed it but didn't say anything.
The check came back and the price wasn't expensive at all. Esmee and I forgot to ask if we could split the check but we didn't want to bother Maria who is helping with other tables.
"I can pay for it!" I say as I place my sliver credit card on top of the receipt on the table.
Esmee shook her head no as she placed her credit card on top of the receipt, handing me my card back.
"I offered to take you here so it's on me." The dutch said. She wasn't lying but I didn't want to make her feel obligated to pay for my food when I can.
"Yeah but-"
"Y/n, it's okay." Esmee spoke softly before Maria took her card and walked away. I blushed knowing that couldn't debate with the girl.
"Okay but next time I am paying."
"There's going to be a next time?" Esmee teased, her eyes filled with admiration.
"Oh absolutely!" I said enjoying her company.
Next Chapter: Redirection III
a/n: long chapter, hope you enjoyed :)
#esmee brugts#oranjeleeuwinnen#barcelona femeni#fc barcelona#woso x reader#woso fanfics#wwc 2023#aitana bonmati#alexia putellas
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24 ASKS! :D THANK YOU!! 🧀
Not in my AU she's not! For 2 reasons-
For 1, my AU is built from Mario games and media I personally know/am familiar with. I know a little bit about Mario sunshine and saw a comic where Delfino island was Daisy's vacation island. So I took that info and crafted it into my AU lore! My Daisy's kingdom is populated by Delfino's, and it sits along the coast nearby the Mushroom Kingdom.
The other reason is I only heard of what Sarasaland was like two days ago. I've never played any of the games its from and had no idea it existed. So I didn't add it to my AU and I definitely cant add it now-
But even if I did, I'd have the same problem. Why is Daisy the ruler of these little.. dancing.. skeleton.. guys..?? If she isn't one of them?
@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)
AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD And yeah, that was Wendy and Roy! Though her exact reasoning for crying hasn't been fully thought out yet. I was thinking that she was having trouble putting on her make-up and ribbons.. maybe that was something the Koopalings mom would help her with before she.. well.. :( (Also, I do intend to finish/expand on that comic/idea very soon! :}} )
As for Iggy and Lemmy, they're not twins in my AU! Though they are close, they are very apart in age. I don't know what "older lore" you're talking about.. if you're referring to a game or a show, I have never seen it. :( All the Koopalings personalities and dynamics are just going to be made up/decided by me :)
As for their closeness, what brings them together is their eyes and their love for magic/Kamek.
I had this idea that Iggy was born blind, and Lemmy was born with a lazy eye/cross eyed. Kamek was able to use his magic to restore a fair bit of Iggy's sight and reposition Lemmy's eye. The result is their eyes and faces have unusual colors and patterns.. but they can see! And they are very thankful to Kamek for that.
Also that exposure to magic at such a young age has really drawn them into it.. they're both supposed to be really interested in magic and learning how to use it. Thus their closeness with each other and Kamek!
@tallchest13-blog (Sent after this post I believe..?.. orr was it this one-- maybe this one??)
XDD Thank you so much!! I'm glad to see so many folks are interested in my interpretation of the Mario bros!! :DD And good luck with your discord RPG! :}
Well since there are a ton of pirate/seafaring cookies in the game, I assume water isn't a problem. :0 Though it is for Louis becuase he cant swim- (His claw arm is very heavy so he sinks-)
(Link in question)
GOLDEN FREDDY??? XDDD
Tbh that gets a bit of an eye roll form me. I miss the old days when Golden Freddy was just a terrifying Easter egg in the first game.. things were so simple back then.. 😭
@jaybleu25 Ah no worries, I understand. Here, take a look at my 1:AM red scribblings XD
And if its not clear, the last 4 images of that post are all Roy and Wendy :} Hope this helped!
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AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD And yup yup! That's Wendy! :DDD
(Link/video in ask)
Oooo :00 what a beautiful song! :DDDD
(Post in question)
I can see the braid refusing to stay together and eventually unweaving itself. Its all flowy and free~~💫💫
<XDD ?? Huh??
I suppose in the actual games the treasure is like that. But I like to imagine my crew finds actual gold treasures 🤩✨✨
The only version of Robin hood I'm familiar with is the Disney Fox version. I'm not sure what you mean by his "merry band".. 😅
Hmm.. I don't think so. But maybe Tuna has..? Or maybe that's how Louis could have lost his original arm-
@raven-bearden-the-interviewer42
Probably Seafoam's love.. 🥺💙
(Link in question)
I feel like Coco would be the one to get pied trying to protect Red. And Tuna would have been the one to set up the trap XDD
@couchwow
XDD All I could think is of how terrifying the brown creature in the second image is. I MEAN LOOK AT HIM!-
WHAT IS THAT??? XDDD
@neo-metalscottic (Mario bros post in question) (Princess post in question)
AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :D I'm glad you like them! Though I wonder what about the old designs I would combine the new ones.. I fixed/altered all the flaws I saw with the old designs. I'm not sure what I'd keep-
As for Luigi and the Poltergust, he doesn't ever get that. Since Mario is never captured by the Boos, why would he need it? And I haven't decided what to do with E.Gadd yet, if anything at all..
As for Mario and Bowser.. I was thinking that Mario kind'a just said that in the heat of the moment. But he would be willing to take him down permamntly if he ever showed his face again.. but right now Bowser is definitely not causing any more problems for a while.
Mario and Luigi scared the daylights outa him. The hero's of Legend are real, and they're here. Bowser is probably scrambling for means of defense atm and wouldn't dare send anyone over there to cause trouble.
As for the Chain Chomp.. even if Bowser wanted to release it and wreak havoc on the bros/the mushroom kingdom.. I don't think he could. Kamek was unable to control Petey Piranha and rein him back in when he escaped. What make's him think they'll have any control over the Chain Chomp if they release it? It'll probably just turn around and eat Bowser's castle instead- and once its out, how will they trap it again?
And oh yeah, they could beat it. All they'd need is 1 super star and the Chain Chomp would be flattened in a matter of seconds. ⭐💪
@yoylecake420
I know absolutely nothing about him or the game he's from. :( He's made of wood I think..?
@astaherussy (Post in question)
WAAAHAHAGH THAK YOU!! :DDD
And don't worry! I don't intend to rush anything <XDD --I'm trying to take my time thinking the lore through and filling in plot holes-
(Post in question)
<XD Well I don't wanna ramble about the lore until its a little more set and stone. I don't wanna say "this is my idea!" and then 15 minutes later go "well actuallyyyy...."
Maybe so! XD I wonder if its like that in the games.. 🤔
Ooooo I could see that! :00 That could be Urchins weapon maybe!
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XD I guess great minds think alike? That, or Rosalina is just really cool-
@sparkdrawsstuff
I'm sure they've faced all that and more! :00 Also thank you!! :))
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NPMD moments that made me hysterical (long post)
“Hehe they twisted his nipples off” 1:17
“They shit on my car sometimes!” 1:46
“🎶IM DEAD.🎶” 2:10
shit how do I not put the whole show on here….
“pRoBLeMaTiC PoOcH” 3:47
“Well, I got left behind this morning, bus driver’s a fucking asshole.” 5:00
“My titties are tenderized” 8:06
“Everyone knows how he bANGS” 9:47
“It’s third period shit-lips, I’ve gotta get to remedial algebra.” 10:50
“Oh, well, there’s a difference between intent and impact. I learned that at the anti-bullying assembly last month FUCK-NUGGET” 11:08
“Ha, hahaha, SPUNK.” 13:03
“I am only one man’s girl, Max, and his name is ✨jeSus cHrist✨, mKay.” 13:56
“Stephanie, please, I’d like to have an intelligent conversation with you. -In other words, shut up.” 16:33
“Stephanie, do you have any idea what’s coming up in a mere matter of weeks?
The elec-
The Election.”
16:46
“Did you just throw your hand BETWEEN the hammer and the phone.” 18:12
“HOW. AM I SUPPOSED TO STUDY. WITHOUT LISTENING. TO SPOTIFY. OK????” 18:39
“This projects on thermodynamics, what the fuck are you talking about.” 19:14
“What was it like when she touched your arm…. 👏🏻Did you cum.” 20:09
“naNI”
21:06
“….what is she saying…. ..wHAT THE FUCK IS SHE SAYING.” 21:27
“YOURE TELLING ME I GOTTA BE FUNNY AGAIN???? I DIDNT DO IT ON PURPOSE THE FIRST TIME???” 23:03
“I’m as cool as she thinks I am 👉🏻👈🏻 I’m as cool as she thinks I am 👉🏻💞👈🏻 Oh whoa whoa. MMM” 25:09
“so you’re a POOR piece of shit then?” 27:11
EDIT-ALSO SHOUTOUT TO @loooongfurby4444 FOR REMINDING ME AB: “Awwww… Had to sell your bow tie to feed your fucking family :C???”
“Well, nothing says yummy like a mouthful of Mother’s meatloaf.” 29:16
“I only believe in one ghost Grace, the Holy Spirit that resides in all our hearts…” 29:51
“Me? And Max? In carnal embrace? That’s ridiculous! Mom, will you pass the butt-stuff?- …the butter, will you pass the butter. I just want some head and butter- BREAD. BREAD AND BUTT-SEX TO GO WITH THIS BIG SHAFT OF MEAT IM ABOUT TO CHOKE DOWN.” 30:38
“You all just watch each other pee??? Oh, it’s better than I ever imagined!” 40:03
“I’m not breaking anything, my dad’s the realtor. *ear shatteringly loud key jangling*” 42:25
“WELL THEN IM GONNA HAVE TO SHOOT THE WHOLE THING IN A WIDE, AND ITS GONNA LOOK LIKE SHIT.” 47:37
“‘You’re like, super nice to me.’
‘Not really. I’m just doin the bare minimum here.’
‘You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.’
‘Oh, that’s sad.’
‘I think I’m in love with you’
‘…..ok 👍🏻….’” 48:37
“I always knew you fuckers were real! I’ve been scared of you my whole life! ….But it’s time to stop running. *downs beer can and crunches it against his head*” 56:16
“Oh shit! Oh fuck! I didn’t think there’d be a sKele’un here! I’m so fucking scared of sKele’uns!” (missed the time on this one)
“🎶We’re gonna bury the body 😀🎶” 56:54
“I just cut off his nips 😗” 58:10
“‘Hey Pete, wait up! Good news.’
‘You passed the test?’
‘With flying colors.’
‘Oh-ho! A….. C+. Steph that’s amazing!’” 1:00:10
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I ran out of time so ima leave this as a part 1 and see if I finish…. K byeeeeeee
#npmd spoilers#nerdy prudes must die#peter spankoffski#richie lipschitz#ruth fleming#stephanie lauter#grace chasity
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Blind Faith
Chapter 3: Temperance
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader
Chapter Summary: You get private self-defense lessons from the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, who you call Mike now.
A/N: The POV switches a bit frequently in this chapter, between Matt and the reader. I tried to make it as clear as possible. Basically, if you see Matt's name when he's with the reader, it's from his POV. But if it's just described as "he" then it's the Reader's POV. Thanks to all for the kudos you've left on this so far <3 this fic is in its beginning stages but I am really excited to see it through. Enjoy! P.S. This entire series takes place after Season 3 of Daredevil, but Matt kept the black suit.
Chapter 2 here
Hell’s Kitchen
8:00 AM
You hated mornings.
You specifically hated mornings when you were hungover. Your phone alarm woke you up obnoxiously. Groaning, you slammed your finger on the button to shut it off, worried it might wake your friends.
The bright 8 AM sky of Hell’s Kitchen shone directly in your face. No amount of blankets covering your eyes could keep the darkness inside, and you forced yourself to wake up knowing your sleep was well over. You stretched in bed and reached for your phone again on your bedside table.
You scrolled through your notifications.
The Daily Bulletin posted a new article about new restaurants coming to Hell’s Kitchen this summer. You scrolled through mindlessly as you tried to stay awake. You had a few emails from professors, wishing you a happy graduation and good luck to prospective law students. You remembered your job searching app and that you had one new message from one of the firms you applied to.
Nelson and Murdock: 1 view, 1 new message.
You clicked open the message:
Hi __,
Thank you so much for applying to be our new legal assistant. Of all the applications we received, your resume stood out the most to us at Nelson & Murdock. We’d love to have you come in for an interview next week. Does Thursday at 4:00 PM work? We look forward to seeing you.
Sincerely,
Karen Page
Office Manager at Nelson & Murdock
You couldn’t help but smile at Ms. Page’s message. Finally! I get to have some experience working in the legal field before applying for Columbia Law.
You quickly typed out your message:
Dear Ms. Page,
Thank you so much for reaching out! Of course, I would love to come in for an interview. Thursday at 4:00 PM is perfect. Thanks so much for your consideration.
Regards,
___
You added the interview to your calendar and immediately texted your friends’ group chat the exciting news.
Hell’s Kitchen
8:30 PM
You wanted to go out with your friends, but you had other plans for tonight.
“I can’t believe __ is skipping out on tonight!” Hannah exclaimed as she was getting ready in the bathroom. You looked up from the LSAT book in your lap from the couch and mustered up the most convincing shrug.
“If I want to be a successful lawyer, I’ve got to get into law school first. Columbia, no less. That means studying for this Godforsaken test,” you held up the textbook in your hand and clumsily dropped it in your lap.
“Oh, you’ve got the whole summer to study,” Emily pried, dabbing her lipstick on.
“Better start now, then,” you retorted. The truth was, you were absolutely not going to get any studying done tonight. But it was unlike you to decline a night out with your friends, so you used the LSAT as your excuse. You had other plans… of course, if your savior decided to actually show. Who knows? Maybe vigilantes also played games like every guy you’ve ever met at NYU.
“Well, we’ll miss you,” Bella said as she walked out of her room. You smiled at her.
“The bright side is if you guys need me to pick you up, I’ll be sober to do so!” You tried to reason with them.
“True, though we may crash at Ben’s place. Depends how the night goes,” Hannah explained. You nodded, thinking that might be preferable, but you didn’t say so.
You waited patiently, hiding behind your textbook for your friends to leave for the night. Luckily, they decided to get dinner before going out. You would’ve been jealous had you actually needed to study, but the thought of seeing your savior was too exciting to be jealous about anything else.
As soon as they locked the door, you hopped up from the couch and changed out of your pajamas and into a relaxing outfit of leggings, a sports bra, and a hoodie.
It was 9:30—only thirty minutes until your secret meeting with the man in the mask on the rooftop of your apartment building.
Office of Nelson & Murdock
Earlier that day
“Okay, who’s ready to hit up Josie’s tonight?! Karen, Matt?” Foggy Nelson cheered as he slammed his hands on the conference table. Karen Page laughed in her seat as she leaned back in her chair. Her strawberry blonde hair was pushed to one side of her neck.
Matt Murdock suppressed a smile and paused the case file he was just listening to on his Orbit reader.
“I might be inclined,” Karen thought, leaning forward on her desk. “It would be nice to have a drink after coming in to work on a Saturday…”
“Oooh, yeah,” Foggy squinted his face, “sorry about that. I mean, it’s a good thing we’re getting a lot of clients but at the same time, we don’t have enough people here to talk to all of them,” Foggy explained. And then, he remembered something. “Hey, did that applicant ever reply to your message?”
“Oh!” Karen pointed a finger, “Let me check. Ahh, okay! Yes, wow, she did. Uhh, so she’ll be coming in for an interview next Thursday. I just calendared it.”
“Yes!” Foggy put his hands into fists. “Karen, I trust your judgment, unless you want Matt or I to sit in on the interview.”
“Either works. Whoever’s available, I guess,” Karen nodded.
“Cool. So, Josie’s tonight? Matt?”
Matt shook his head.
“I’ve got plans,” he simply said, a smirk on his face. Foggy rolled his eyes.
“Come on, man,” Foggy begged, “you can’t take one night off?”
“I—I can’t,” Matt answered, “I promise next time I’ll join you guys. But not tonight.”
Karen sighed. Matt knew neither of them was pleased with his nighttime activities as they called it, but they’d be happy to know that wasn’t entirely what he was up to tonight—then again, he’s not sure they’d be happy to hear what else he had planned. That was a secret he wouldn’t tell.
“Just let us know if you’ll need us, okay?” Karen asked. Matt nodded.
“Of course,” he said.
“Alright well, guess we’ll hit up Marci to join us,” Foggy suggested.
“Matt, we trust you’ll be fine.”
“I’ll be fine,” he reassured them.
“Well then, I’m going to get a head start on Josie’s martinis. Karen, let’s get outta here.”
Hell’s Kitchen
10:00 PM
You stood by the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the people who walked the streets. You never came up here at all. Sometimes, you and your friends would take pictures up here, but that was it. Being up here alone felt different—it felt like a hideaway. There you were, watching as stores began to close, and bars began to open up. You could see the lights from Times Square in the distance. You shivered when a cool breeze passed.
And then you were startled by something—a thud, somewhere around the back of the rooftop access. You turned around in defense mode, waiting to confirm the identity of what the noise was.
Then, he appeared. Out of the black, into the soft light that reflected from midtown. His black shirt hugged him so tightly, you could see the outline of his muscles on his chest, his abs… his arms. His face was of course covered by the mask, but you saw his lips and the light stubble he had. His hands were wrapped in rope, like a boxer's. He wore black pants and boots to match.
“I wasn’t sure if you would come,” you decided to speak first as you walked toward him. You stopped after a few feet. The man in the mask walked toward the edge of the roof and sat on the edge, facing you.
“I keep my promises,” he replied. “It’s the Catholicism.”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “you’re Catholic? And you act outside of the law? Seems like a subjective way of justifying things.”
“I don’t think about it too much,” he responded with a shrug. You eyed him suspiciously.
“So, before we begin,” you cleared your throat to keep the mood light, but truthfully he was making you nervous, for some reason. He had a smirk on his face you wanted to wipe off. “Why did you agree to come here and teach me how to defend myself?”
He was quiet for a few moments.
“You had a convincing argument, from what I remember,” he said.
“That can’t be enough to come out of your way and onto the rooftop of my apartment. Surely, you have more important things to do. So, why did you come? And don’t say it’s because of religion, because that’s bullshit.”
“Maybe I wanted to,” he returned. Your heart pounded when he said this. You were thankful it was dark out, or else he might’ve seen your blush. “And you know, it’s important you know how to defend yourself.”
“Hmm,” was all you said. You pressed your lips together. “Do you give all the girls you’ve saved before private self-defense lessons?”
He laughed. You liked how his laugh sounded.
“You’re my first student,” he said in a low voice.
“So, what should I call you? In my head, I’ve been calling you my savior.”
He smiled, then he got a bit serious.
“Call me Mike,” Mike said.
“Well then, Mike,” you walked closer to him so you were no more than a foot away. You crossed your arms and tilted your head. “I’m a quick learner.”
Mike pushed himself off from where he leaned, so the space between you shrunk even more.
“I don’t doubt that.”
~~~
“Show me what you’d do if someone were to approach you in front of you,” Mike ordered, placing his hands on his hips. You squinted your eyes at him, thinking.
“I’d try to do this,” you began as Mike pretended to “attack” you. You took your arms and tried to hit him away, but he grabbed you by your forearms and steadied you from losing your balance.
“That’s how they can get a hold on you, as I do now,” Mike explained, with a sly grin on his face. “Instead, you want to make sure you move both your arms to one side and do a swiping motion, so they can’t grab you. Try again.”
He got back into position as you did. You braced yourself as he came to you, holding up his arms. You did exactly what he said before, and moved your arms in a swiping motion, gently hitting his arms away.
“Don’t be afraid to hurt me when we do this. I want you to fully grasp how you’d handle yourself, God forbid, you ever had to,” Mike stated. “One more time.”
You repeated your stance as before, and this time, you aggressively swiped his arms away, feeling your forearm clash against his.
“Good girl,” he smiled in satisfaction. Your heart was pounding again in your chest. You weren’t sure if it was from his comment, or that self-defense training was like a workout. You huffed as you caught your breath.
“And what if they anticipate that? What next?” You asked, genuinely curious. Mike thought for a moment before answering.
“Then you have to use your legs,” he replied. “Let’s try that. Give me your arms,” he held up his hands. You raised your arms, and like slow motion, he wrapped his fingers around you, pulling you closer to him. You gasped at the contact. The tip of your nose barely touched his.
“Listen carefully,” he said in a low voice. “I’ve got your arms. You’re going to want to slip from under, using your whole weight.”
You nodded your head, understanding him. His grip on your arms tightened. You took a deep breath and then plunged, slipping out of his grasp.
“Now stop!” He halted. “Raise your right leg and try to kick my shoulder.”
“I don’t know if I can stretch that much,” you stressed.
“You can. This is life or death. Just try it,” he urged you.
You raised and kicked your right leg, hitting his shoulder and using the weight to push him away. He nodded and clapped his hands.
“Exactly that,” Mike smiled.
“I need a water,” you uttered, “I don’t know how you do this every night. Do you need a water?”
“I could use a water,” Mike answered.
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
Trotting down the rooftop access stairs, you hurried for two water bottles from the fridge. You glanced at the clock—11:30 PM. Sheesh. Time flies when you’re learning self-defense.
Upon entering the roof again, you were confused to not find Mike where you left him. You scanned the roof, looking for him. Did he leave?
Suddenly, a dark figure came charging at you. You dropped the water bottles and immediately went into defense mode, realizing it was Mike. You thought fast and swiped his arms immediately, swaying him to the side.
“That was a test,” Mike said out of breath.
“Jesus!” You exclaimed, “You scared me!”
“That’s how fast an attacker will be. Out of nowhere, and just like that,” Mike explained.
You shook your head, picking up the water bottles from where you dropped them. You handed one to Mike.
“Let’s take a break, shall we?”
~~~
Matt contemplated coming tonight.
There was something wrong about why he chose to come to you, to fulfill his promise. When he started his activities, he told himself he’d never get attached to the people he saved—never get emotionally involved. He would strictly leave it to business: stop the criminals, and save the innocent person. But for some reason, with you, he couldn’t let go.
The second time he saved you was a complete accident…fate, as you had said. He was in a completely different part of town, and you so happened to be in the same area. He remembers hearing your voice, dignified, yelling at that punk kid to leave that innocent girl alone. He recognized your voice immediately. Matt’s hearing was so sensitive, even after hearing someone’s voice once, he could pick it out in an entire crowd. He liked that you talked to him; that you weren’t afraid of him in his suit.
And still, he wasn’t sure if coming tonight was a good idea. Because he knows he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from coming again.
And now, here was, on your rooftop, sharing a bottle of water with you. He sat against the wall, knees pulled up. You sat next to him with your legs in front of you.
“Don’t you ever get tired?” You suddenly asked in a soft voice. Matt tilted his head to listen to your body. You were calm now. You weren’t when he first showed up. Your heart was beating steady. She feels safe. She is safe. He could smell a lingering scent of your perfume on your skin. It smelled like black cherry and vanilla.
“Of what?” Matt asked in return.
“You know,” you shrugged, “expecting to be everyone’s savior.”
Matt shook his head, “not really. It’s easy to not get tired when you’ve accepted this as your purpose.”
“It’s your purpose, to bear the burden of other people’s situations?”
Matt laughed, despite himself. “Maybe.”
“Well, if you ever need someone to share that burden with—I’m right here,” you told him. “Even though I don’t actually know who you are.”
He smiled a little. “It’s better that way.”
“Is it?” You questioned. “I mean, you could literally be anyone. You might be one of my professors and I might not even know it. Actually, I’d hate that. I take it back,” you shook your head. Matt laughed again.
“I promise I’m not one of your professors.”
“Phew,” you said. “Well, who are you?”
“A New Yorker, like you.”
“I guess that counts,” you smiled. “How old are you?”
“Oh, come on,” Matt sighed.
“What? These are valid questions. I won’t figure out who you are, but I can know basic information. Can I guess? You’re definitely older than me.”
Another reason why this felt wrong. He wasn’t that much older than you—about seven years.
“I’m not that old,” Matt argued. You laughed.
“I didn’t say you were, Mike.”
“Let’s try another defense technique,” Matt said, changing the subject. He stood up from sitting and held out his hand for you. You grabbed it and he pulled you up. He let his hand linger in your touch before he let go again.
“Okay,” he said, “turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around,” Matt repeated. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” you answered. Matt listened to you closely. You weren’t lying. You turned around.
“Do you mind if I…get close?”
It was your turn to pause. “No.”
“Okay,” Matt took a deep breath. He listened to you closely again, and using his senses, he took you in. He knew your hair was down. He slowly raised his hand and moved your hair to one side, revealing a part of your neck. He felt your goosebumps rise at his touch. You shivered. Matt pretended not to notice. He placed both his hands on either side of your waist, bringing you snug against him, so your back was against his chest. You felt warm against him, and delicate. He slid his arms underneath yours so he rested at your collarbone. He was completely holding you against him now.
“You okay?” He whispered in your ear. You took a shaky breath.
“Yeah,” you said in a small voice.
“Someone could come up from behind you, and grab you like this,” he held you tighter for emphasis. “Similar to before if they got hold of your arms, you have to slide out from underneath. And kick back, too.”
“Okay,” you said in understanding. “Let me try.”
Matt anticipated your moves. He felt your muscles tense as you braced yourself to slide down. And you did, quickly. You exited his restraint, and he didn’t feel warm anymore.
“Good,” Matt said, “exactly.”
You caught your breath. “Can we do it again?”
Matt nodded, motioning for you to come to him.
You slid easily back against him, like putting on a glove. It was like your body melted against his, the way you sunk back into position. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath.
Matt could feel every muscle you had relax when you did this. It was then he slipped his arms under you again, holding you tightly—but not in the way he instructed before, a different way. He held you tighter against him and touched his covered nose on your temple. He took a deep breath, and instantly, like inhaling a drug, you filled his senses to the max. Your fragrance was intoxicating. He listened to your heartbeat slowly pick up its pace until it was pounding against your chest. He heard you take your own deep breath, as you sunk even more into his body.
It took everything in him to practice self-restraint. He repeated Bible verses in his head, the longer he held you.
A man without self-control is like a city broken into and left without walls. Proverbs 25:28.
“Ready,” Matt whispered.
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You slipped out of his grasp, and you were almost successful, but he held onto your right hand. Mike kept holding on, and suddenly, you were pulled right back into his grasp. This time, facing him, you collided flush against his chest.
He was breathing heavily, and God did you wish you could see his face underneath that mask. His mouth was slightly parted, and you were breathing heavily. You felt Mike’s strong arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His nose gently touched yours. You felt his hand run up the length of your spine before it rested on the back of your neck. And then, his lips were on yours.
The kiss… you felt his stubble tickle your face, but you didn’t care. His lips crashed into yours, which you accepted gracefully. His lips were soft, but his kiss was rough. Needy. Curious. It was intoxicating, being kissed like that. The closest thing to describing it was like a brand new day. It was like exploring a new universe, where only the two of you existed. Yeah, that’s what it felt like right now. You weren’t in New York City, on your rooftop anymore. It was you and him sharing this kiss, with no one else to see. In secret. His head tilted to the side to take more of you in. You breathed in sharply, desperate for more.
And then, he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.
“Was that your plan all along?” You asked suspiciously.
“No,” Mike answered. “It wasn’t.”
“Good,” you said, “because that’d be messed up.”
Mike laughed.
“I fear we are way past messed up now, sweetheart.”
Hell’s Kitchen
1:00 AM
Your friends stumbled into the apartment. You were on the couch, LSAT textbook in your hand. You kept reading and re-reading the same paragraph over and over. Your mind kept replaying your moment with Mike, just an hour ago.
“There’s our girl,” Hannah walked in the living room, plopping on the couch next to you. Bella made a beeline for the fridge and Emily sat on the floor, turning the TV on.
“How’d studying go?” Hannah asked drunkenly.
You sighed and closed your textbook.
“Terrible,” you answered with a knowing smile, “I’m in deep trouble for this test.”
#matt murdock#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock fan fiction#matt murdock imagine#daredevil#daredevil x reader#daredevil imagine#charlie cox#charlie cox x reader#charlie cox fan fiction#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#marvel#marvel one shot#blind faith
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GLIDE
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Trope: Friends to Potential Lovers
Characters:
Reader (nickname: Bambi)
Bucky Barnes
Avengers (mentioned)
Friday
SUMMARY: You and Bucky are left alone in the tower and you got bored being put in the side line.
Tag/Warning: Swear words, a little bit of angst(?), comfort fluff, not Beta'd (I don't know how to Tag/Warning sorry)
Author's Note: It's my first time writing a fanfiction and I wanted to give it a go. So if ever I miss something or there's something wrong please let me know. Enjoy reading!
AN2: Originally this was one of the exercises given to me by my instructor in my class in Creative Writing/Non-Fiction where we write about a situation with our crush - Well, my crush is Bucky, so I wrote about him. (Bucky is not only my crush but my loml)
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The shade of the sunlight bounces back to the cold ground as I walk barefoot toward the Avengers Common Room. It's late afternoon and the sun is slowly setting, I don't know if it's really just the amazing architecture of this tower or it's just simply the climate change working its way to healing itself but it's still hot in here, and somehow it sits well with how the tiled floor of the compound feels cold. It just reminds me of the comfort exuded by the cuddle of someone as we lay to each other during movie night.
Bucky and I can be called friends, he's the first person who didn't feel repulsed after I introduced myself— well maybe he's worried, I mean I don't blame him since my powers are kinda weird to think of. Being able to jump out of nowhere, or control something mundane, I would be afraid of myself if I don't know who I am. I have tons of issues—Well who doesn't have any anyway. He's warry but after 2 months of chatting, continuously pestering the living out of him. I knew I would grow on him and he will warm up. After all, I use a special trick on him, Food.
No one in their right mind will refuse the delicacy of something made by me.
"Agent Bambi, the ETA for the team's arrival is 21:00"
I almost trip to the sound of Friday's echoing voice as she announced an update about the arrival of the team. They've gone to one of Hydra's underground facilities to check if something is up since scans show that frequent movements are happening right there. I wanted to go there too but Tony put me on the bench since I got injured last mission.
I got scrap... but Tony and Steve being the Mother Goose they are told me to lay it off and take a rest- and accompany Bucky since he got it bad last time. Seeing the bloody chair where he was put, is not a great thing to see and not a great way to deliver someone into a trip to memory lane.
I lean into the large island counter, pondering what might just come out of the AI's mouth - If Friday even has a mouth. "Come again, Fri?"
"The team's ETA is 21:00 as of the moment, boss says they'll take a detour to prevent any retrace of location."
It makes sense that they will take a detour since I heard from Nat 5 hours ago that movements are happening, well it's not Hydra if they did not take passion into their glorified motto "Cut one head, two will grow" a bunch of sh*ts.
I stretched my arms before I answer, "Okii, tell Bucky that too, and keep me posted. Thank you, Fri"
"No problem, Agent Bambi"
I spot a half-eaten banana laying at the top of the counter, I forgot I'm eating a banana when I rush to the lobby when they call to remind me that I have a package downstairs. I picked it up planning to continue eating it.
Seeing no one would judge me anyway after all I'm alone right now since Buck-buck is holding himself hostage in his room. Then I remember the remaining banana in the fridge — maybe I can whip something from the ingredients right here. As I scavenge the fridge to look for the freaking banana, I see it, a banana so over-ripe, only 1 great thing can come out. Rushing feeling of great success like I just finished an experiment and won a Nobel Peace Prize for the thought that slide into my mind, feeling like there was a light bulb on top of it. I yelled out of nowhere
"Banana Bread!"
This just fucking hit all my dilemmas right now, I forgot to write the report Steve has been nagging me to continue, I'm bored, I'm hungry and Buck's doing his own me time. With this precious banana bread, I can coax Steve from his lengthy speech of self-responsibility in finishing that mission report, this banana bread will ease my boredom, will make my belly happy, and last but not least help lighten the gnawing feeling that's been looming in Bucky's Room.
One thing I know, food solves everything.
"Friday, can you please play some music? Thank you!"
"Playing Speak Now (Taylor's Version) Album"
As I prepare the ingredients and the tools I will need while dancing to the tunes of the music being played. Something came up to my mind, this will be great if I add chocolate chips and if I partnered it with Hot or Cold Choco. While I'm cracking the egg in the bowl in front of me, I turn to open the fridge and get milk for the choco drink when I turned back I notice that messes starting to come to the counter.
I sidestep to look for the paper towel to wipe the counter since it's not comfortable working if there are a lot of things going on, I didn't notice the puddle that I have created, with a wrong twist of my feet I accidentally slide my life into it. Expecting an abrupt landing of my bum on the floor I close my eyes to prepare myself as I look for something to hold on to, getting the bowl with me as I land.
But it didn't happen, all I hear is the sound of the utensils that fell into the floor and the feeling of a mixture of cold and warm arms holding my back as it catch me.
"I got you, sweets."
I open my eyes and look at the face on my side, I saw his grinning smile slowly creeping its way to his lips.
"Didn't know that Tony will be right when he says I need to keep my eyes on you, look at that honey; you've made a mess."
Telling me without breaking eye contact, "Just want to eat something"
"Your shadows didn't tell you that you have a puddle behind you?" I stand up straight as he helps me steady myself. Before I even move he grab a few towels and clean my hands off, patted my head, and get the bowls and utensils that have fallen.
"They've gone haywire, think the day about to come." I turn to the closet to get the broom and the mop to clean the mess I made. Bucky took it from me, "Sit right there, let me help you before we do what your doing, sweets."
I'm still standing, confuse why he start to clean up, arrange the things I'll need to make banana bread,d and how he managed to go right here in the moment where I embarrassingly did something un-comprehensively stupid. I'm still observing him when our eyes met again and he look straight into me, playfully giving me his scolding eyes for not adhering to what he said to sit as he clean up.
"Thank you, Buck" I whisper under my breath as I watch him stack the washed tools on the countertop and get the remaining ingredients.
"It's nothing sweets, so what's our agenda for today?"
"Let's make some Banana Bread and Choco drink, you hungry Buckaroo?" I round to the counter setting the bowl in front of me as I take the dry ingredients in front of me.
"Starving to death" he gave me a playful push as he chuckle a little bit. "I assigned you to mix wet ingredients right here, O' Sir Buckbee"
"As you wish, sweetie" He looks into my eyes before he begins.
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AN3: Feedback is greatly appreciated, Thank you I dunno if it's too much or enough, so I kinda cut it off. Tell me if part 2 is needed. Thank you, again.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#marvel#mcu#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky x y/n#bucky x reader#bucky fanfic#bucky x you#Spotify#speak now taylor’s version
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i think its about time i did one.. so.. [pinned]
— 𓄷 as you know, i go by es, he / they + 16. trans demi-boy! this is a milgram only (main)blog. UTC +8:00. i take doodles and writing requests, and random stuff, request rules will be added when made! ꒱
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2023 predictions (humor me)
So now I’m gonna make my predictions for 2023 the best way I know how. Armed with bare bones basic facts fueled with rumors and gossip and hearsay and sprinkled with a few social media posts! Yeah! All you overthinkers gather ‘round!
I know perfectly well trying to predict the future is futile. But these are all the different scenarios rolling around in my head. Their solo music releases and their military enlistments are the two big things happening in 2023 and hold the most meaning to us.
So remember I’m just wingin’ it, these are just my thoughts based on nothing except my overactive thinking and my need to lighten up the mood because gawwwd... 2025 is so farrrrr away... ...
The solo albums:
Y’all, all they’re gonna do is toss up some pieces of paper with their names written on them and they’ll get someone to pick them up one by one and read the names... that’s the order. Yep. Random. They don’t know. We don’t know.
Ok, changed my mind because I was just kidding... this will be the order of solo releases... maybe:
1. Yoongi
...because he’s basically started up a Youtube channel (even though its still on Bangtan TV) where he drinks alcohol and chit chats with different people. And he’s showing us he’s got a Yoobooty and smooth moves now. The only thing that makes me second guess myself is we haven’t had any teasers of actual solo musical work happening except maybe one or two pics on Insta of his studio. But we know he’s the Magic Man when it comes to working on music. Drops whole albums like “oh, I did this... here it is.” Maybe the album is ready, its just waiting for the random pieces of paper toss up.
Actually, the real toss up is whether it will be Yoongi first or....
2. Jimin
...because the man has been clocking into work every day at 9:00 a.m. like he’s on a mission to be employee of the year or something. He sort of freaks me out when he goes to bed by 10:00 p.m. or is up and moving before 9:00 a.m. What happened to my sexy little vampire who sleeps all day? Everyone... EVERYONE... wants to show off they’re working with him and they keep saying Jimin is amazing, the song is amazing, etc. That’s mostly how we know something is coming. Soon. I’m sorta scared. I feel like its gonna hit like a freight train. Hopefully a freight train loaded with tight fitting pants and loose shirts that won’t stay on him.
That being said, we actually have some pretty good evidence that Jimin will be on a song by BigBang member Taeyang. In January. Which begins today. That would be a great lead up to his solo album. Not that we need any more anticipation (see comment above about freight train).
3. Tae
...because he just said he’s been working on his fo-fo for two years. I know that has nothing to do with new music but it has to do with his warped sense of time. We know he’s been making songs for longer than that. JUST DO IT! PULL THE TRIGGER! THE SONGS ARE IN THE CAN! I don’t know though. I think we’d be seeing some teasers like we’ve seen with Jimin. I mean, Tae has had a pfp on his Insta from his fo-fo collection for quite a while now. Most of the year. And we had no idea it was from the fo-fo. Tae would tease his own music like that. What have we missed that could have been teasers? Just that he “threw away” those snippets he’s shared...but seriously... I think we’ll see some acting before music. Or maybe the acting will coincide with promotions for his solo release. That’s my prediction for Tae...sort of a maybe/maybe not situation.
4. Jungkook
....What can I say? He told us there’s a lot of things he wants to do in life and now he has a lot of time on his hands. So he’s out there riding his Harley and snowboarding, fueling those fanfics. However. This tour of meat restaurants that we’ve observed...he’s made that conspicuous on purpose. Signing autographs. He doesn’t have to do that. I am beginning to wonder if that will have something to do with promotions for his solo work. Hear me out: Hobi did some interviews on a radio show and IU’s show, Joon did some interviews on Youtuber channels and KBS news, Jin did some interviews with TV personalities/Youtubers... I can’t really see Jungkook doing any of that, being interviewed like that. JK is our free spirit who likes to hover in the background. Our little Gen Z’er thinking out of the box. So my prediction is JK is gonna walk us through an album of some sorts, song by song but be at a different meat restaurant while doing so. Along with showing us which restaurant has the best soju selection. Win win! Except we’ve not heard a single pin drop about whether he is working on something. So there’s that. Actually, strike that. JK is not gonna share his deepest inner thoughts on the songs he may ever release. He’ll just say, “they’re about Army” or “I was thinking about Army when I wrote that”... while stuffing his face with a wad of meat and radish. Sigh.
Military service (ugh):
This only requires common sense. Which there’s been very little of that on all sides regarding this topic. We were so delusional, including moi. Anyway, here I am carrying on with the delusional only armed with my bare bones basic facts and all my reconnaissance efforts regarding hearsay (see what I did there?) ...
Everything we’ve been told points to a 2025 comeback. They said so. There is also a contract renewal in this timeframe. We already know Jin will be discharged on June 12, 2024. So here’s my irrelevant and wildly guessed at predictions for the others... whups, I meant here’s what my reconnaissance tells me:
Namjoon, born in 1994, is 28 years old and will enter the military by March 2023. Joon will be going so soon in 2023 in order to get back and start preparing for a BTS comeback. That puts his discharge in September 2024, three months after Jin is discharged. Joon himself said he will do his best to get them ready for 2025.
Yoongi, born in 1993 will turn 30 years old soon (international age) and will enter the military by May 2023. He has no choice but to submit his paperwork due to his age. That would put his discharge by November 2024.
Hmmm. Second half of 2024 now not sounding quite like the wasteland of radio silence I previously thought it would be...
Hobi, born in 1994 will turn 28 in February; Jimin, born in 1995, is 27 years old and they will both enter the military by September 2023. Just like entering in the dead of winter, I suspect the dead heat of the middle of summer is not a desirable time to enter military boot camp training so they will delay until the heat of summer has faded. This would put their discharge dates in March 2025. Spring Day indeed. However, this would make September 2023 blisteringly heartbreaking for two to go at the same time.
Tae, also born in 1995, is also 27 years old. Tae going or not going with Jimin and Hobi will be based on the timing of his solo release. He’s really sort of a big question mark for me as far as timing. Tae may go with Jungkook.
Jungkook, born 1997 just turned 25. I think he will be enlisted before November 2023. This would put his discharge date in May 2025. Barely in time for Festa June 2025. Festa 2025 would be a great time for them to gather around the table again and share their military stories with us.
Or...
Jungkook will not enlist in 2023. SAY WHAT? He does not have to enlist until 2027, I believe, if he wanted to wait. But that would mean another interruption for BTS as a group which makes me already go, yeah, naw, he’s not waiting. Except things will be very different by 2025. They will be established solo artists. They can slow the roll on BTS and balance it with solo work. Between 2025 and 2027 they could have a very long and successful comeback world tour. That would set them up for another break (JK’s military duty). And the others could fill the gap with solo work. When JK gets back in 2029 it will be time to prep for the Busan World Expo (if Busan is chosen) as well as another BTS comeback.
But, shit happens. Right, 2022?
Other predictions:
Yoongi has a “really” “big” “something” that he is gonna try and he is “nervous” about it but will be a step toward his “dream”... which is... I have no idea so I will use my imagination: He is establishing a plum orchard and will produce his first fruit wine in 2025.
Also, Yoongi will not cut his hair until it’s time for enlistment.
Hobi will release some more music and/or have more collabs. I think he may do more live performances like at festivals and stuff through the summer. I think there is a chance he might be a fashion ambassador...for who? I have no idea.
Jimin will be riding out the wave of his solo release through the summer and I hope (for his sake) doing performances too, and some of them will be in the United States or other parts of the globe, joining the artists he’s collabbed with during their concerts.
Jungkook...honestly...it would not shock me if we do not get a full album from our bunny. Some collabs, maybe an EP? He will surprise us with something else. I don’t know what.
BTS as a group: when they “reconvene” in 2025 they will not be the same BTS as we know it. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.
Ok, I will check back on all of this in say... six months... and we’ll all laugh together at how stupid everything is that I just said. I mean, assuming I’ve survived PJM1 and all...
#me just being delusional#me also rambling#jimin#jungkook#yoongi#hobi#taehyung#namjoon#my clairvoyance is non-existent#pjm1 is coming
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Lateralus Project: Evolved:
The Winchesters Edition
So. First things first. Boy am I dizzy. This is, at this point, four years of work invested in this video series. We won't get into the nitty gritty on WHY it works out so well, as much as enjoy what it is!
I KNOW THIS STORY LOOKS FAMILIAR BUT I AM GOING TO PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER IN A WAY YOU MIGHT NOT EXPECT!!!! - Dean
I want to change the World. But this monster in my head could destroy everything.
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334 episodes*; 13 songs; 13 processes, 13 episodes; 2 sides to the coin; the hardest beast to face is the one within; even with your helpful half djinn son or the light in the road calling you home. We're turning over all the cards and opening all the doors in the info and episode shuffles behind the cut. YT includes episode timestamps in the full movie. So does the cut, as well as links to lyrics, quick summaries and more general information.
Follow the Path of The One towards Heaven.
You can find more information about the Original Double Order over on This Post. (2 direction shuffletrack with different endings moving through consciousness as a movement of along spirals: "Spiral out, keep going, spiral out")
However, The Winchesters took its own means of reshuffling. If you view the old post, one song remained the same in both directions: 11 is 11, Reflections. It's a causal point, and has been moved to midseason, respectively, as 1x7 Reflections. Rolling back, if one starts the spiral at Mantra, 11 becomes 7, and the track plays out, reverting after 12 to the steps missed earlier, 1-4 respectively, but reverse: 4-1.
I know that sounds like wonky math, don't overthink it, just. Explaining there IS method to the madness. The simplest thing to remember is, follow the basic ideas: Generational Trauma, who the generations ARE, doors, spears, guns, blossoms, you name it. You WILL get dizzy you WILL be overwhelmed but ride it and you'll put the pieces together.
EVERYTHING means SOMETHING.
The current order then is:
ACT 1: THE PAST -- IN THE BEGINNING
Ep 1: 0:00 - Intro: Mantra: What makes a story work? Jensen and robbie's revenge
Ep 2: 03:29 - The Spiral: Lateralus (Lyrics) The snake is the--
Ep 3: 12:44 - Trauma Broadcasting System (TBS): Faaip De Oiad: Tower
Ep 4: 15:21 - Transmutation: The Grudge (Lyrics) The Rupture
ACT 2: THE SELF AND INFLUENCE -- THE ONE
Ep 5: 23:53 - Generations of Eden; Triad: Father, Cursed Christ, Holy Ghost
Ep 6: 30:21 - Aeon: Eon Blue Apocalypse: Midnight channel interrupted
Ep 7: 31:34 - Reflections: Reflections: Reflections; Narcissus (Lyrics)
ACT 3: THE PRESENT -- KNOW THYSELF
Ep 8: 42:45 - Face it to Get Out: The Patient (Lyrics) Vampire act's a little old.
Ep 9: 50:05 - The Akrida: Ticks and Leeches (Lyrics) I hope you choke.
Ep 10: 58:13 - The Truth: Schism: The Trap (Lyrics) Bring the pieces back together (in a way you might not expect), rediscover Communication.
THE FINAL ACT --- THE FUTURE
Eps 11 & 12: 01:05:11 : Don't Spiral, Evolve: Parabol & Parabola (Lyrics)
The Eternal Soul. People, families. That's real. We are.
Finally, Ep 13:01:14:13: In the Light you will Find the Road: Disposition (Lyrics) Mention This To Dean, Watch The Weather Change
The moon gives me her secret, a confidant; as full and bright as I am this light is not my own and a million light reflections (of the sun) pass over me.
I cared about the Whole World because of you. (see Vitriol)
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out, I'm reaching for the random and whatever will bewilder me, whatever will bewilder me. And following our will and whim we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been. Spiral out. Keep going. Evolve.
SEE ALSO:
Traxxverse; Find The Queen; Ramble On;
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(Art by Mortea. Six flags here we go, 1x12 Barrelhouse. Dizzy. Rolling downhill in the barrel into the riverside or the tunnel or dean's opening, I don't know anymore)
Castiel's Resolution
Dean's Resolution
End Of The Line
End of the Road.
Steal Your Heart; Death Has Something I Want;
VITRIOL: The Occultum
Saturn (Not Grudge, but as The Grudge/The Trap tells us, Saturn comes back around to show you everything) As above, so below.
Perfect Landing, Son (The Garden, The End, Calling you home; the moon at the end of mary's tunnel; we're opening all the doors; we're turning over all the cards. At the center of it all is the magic kingdom. the garden. We're the one thing he couldn't control. Follow the Full Moon through the storm; Watch the Weather Change; Lift the Fog, Find the Truth; 15x18. Despair/The Truth. Chuck only wins if you let your life go by without meaning. It's in just being. It's in just saying it. Cas, there's something I have to say.)
Windmills. I came to in a garden. Three days journey, end of the stream, or a river, or a tunnel, or a road, or an opening. You'll find a clearing. You'll find your angel blossom there. In The Trap you still are stuck in. Not in Purgatory, but for yourself. The Rupture. The Trap. And The Truth.
It's all about the Truth.
There's something I have to say.
IF YOU APPRECIATE THE QUITE LITERAL YEARS OF WORK PUT INTO THIS SPIRAL PIECE AND ITS MANY WEBS AND BRANCHES AND LIMBS OF REACH AT THIS POINT,
PLEASE CONSIDER BECOMING A MEMBER OF MY PATREON TO ENCOURAGE ME, YOU KNOW, CONTINUING TO MAKE BACK BREAKING CONTENT LIKE THIS.
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** This project was first developed as 13 parts in two directions season 14. One was released with ep 300, and the others with Ouroboros. Only two were directly updated season 15, For Reasons, also on hiatus. All 13 tracks are now master tracked with The Winchesters content, Ouroboros, In The Beginning, The Future, The Truth and processes in alchemy gathered as a secondary partner project through Season 15's myth-arc. This final wave was developed beginning a few episodes into The Winchesters, for targeted mass release today, Weds 12/7/2022, in sync with the airing of 1x7 Reflections, which one could call. Conveniently named. Heh. Consider this The Final Hiatus.
Once episode 13 airs we may end up with a Final Final Final Right Edit, if you will, but otherwise this is it. Entertain yourself picking this apart all hiatus.
#Youtube#winchesters codex#lateralus project#lateralus evolve#spiral narrative#serpent#i couldn't possibly tag this everthing#marriage of the minds#that's the right tag#and of the opening#in the body#that totally isn't another hole#Lata begs us#no one gives us anything#i took it#magnum opus#The Work is done#the clown's journey is done#it's time to tap out and enjoy the ride
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* ꗃ event unlocked . . . THE MET GALA !
hello upper east siders . . . i hardly think you’ll need a reminder . one of fashion’s most anticipated events of the year and a mainstay on the calendars of many celebrities and new york’s high society , the met gala is fast approaching . so the question remains , who will you be wearing ?
formerly known as the costume institute gala , the met gala is an annual fundraising gala held for the benefit of the metropolitan museum of art’s costume institute located in our very own new york city . with its first ever event held in 1948 , the met gala has evolved to the world’s most prestigious and glamorous fashion event of the year . as people like to call it , it’s “ fashion’s biggest night ” . since then , the gala is held annually on the first monday of may . invitations are highly sought after so we expect to see some of you upper east siders in attendance .
needless to say that dress code is MANDATORY . whether it’s on theme . . . well that’s certainly up to you now is it ? themes are of course open to interpretation . try not to miss the mark . you know how unforgiving the fashion community can be . and this year’s theme ? BEWITCHED: AN ANTHOLOGY OF FASHION IN HORROR . an homage to the horror classics , gothic horror and the occult .
with an event so exclusive and an even more exclusive afterparty , we’re really relying on you to give us the 4-1-1 . onto more exciting news . . . for the first time , nepoupdates will be conducting interviews live on the red carpet . it’s a little late to cancel your rsvp so we really hope to see you there . make sure your nepoupdates.com notifications are on . you won’t want to miss this !
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PLEASE BE MINDFUL AND TAG TRIGGERS ACCORDINGLY . as this is a horror-inspired event , we understand that not everyone may be comfortable with the contents of the themes so please be mindful and tag trigger warnings accordingly . in addition , we also have a list of triggers listed on the main .
out of character : this is a full length event ! the duration is three weeks , starting on friday , may 12th at 12:00 am est and will last until sunday , may 28th at 11:59 pm est .
in character : the gala will take place on monday , may 1st at 6:00 pm and is held in the metropolitan museum of art . dress code is black tie horror . guests are to give a nod to the horror theme with whatever they wear to the event . you can view this pinterest board for event inspiration . this is a dash only event .
event participation is optional , however highly encouraged ! by participating in the event , you can apply for 10 points from our points system ! points can be redeemed into both ooc & ic prizes .
your muse’s outfits & starters for the event participation must be tagged with #nepofm.event004 ! feel free to share your muse’s outifts in our ooc discord channels as well !
nepoupdates will be interactively involved in the event . muses can send in anonymous ( or not ) tips to the gossip blog . additionally , nepoupdates will be conducting red carpet interviews ! a questionnaire will be posted over @nepoupdates closer to the time of the event . in order to participate , please submit your answers to the blog and they’ll be posted throughout the duration of the event !
once the event is over , you may continue & finish the threads from the event but please , don’t start any new ones ! if you decide to fade to black plots for event , please leave plotting updates for nepoupdates .
finally , this event is 100% about character & connections development as well as fun for both muses & muns ! if you have any questions , please don’t hesitate to reach out to admins on main or through our #questions channel on discord !
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Rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better.
Tagged by @ainulindaelynn. This took a minute cause I couldn't think of more than 3 shows. Most of the TV I "watch" is just on in the background while I'm doing almost anything else except reading or writing.
EDIT: after posting i realized I completely forgot about Start Trek TNG. Unforgivable on my part.
M*A*S*H - I've still never figured out why this resonated with me as much as it did (I mean, aside from the obvious), especially since the last episode aired when I was a year old. There were a lot of reruns, though, growing up, so I guess it just stuck at some point. I'm not sure if it still hold true now, but there was a time in the 90s/early 00s where there was an episode of M*A*S*H airing somewhere in the world every 30 minutes. Impressive that is resonated so clearly, everywhere.
True Detective (Season 1) - I've said it before and I'll say it again: this is the single best season of a tv show, ever. The other seasons are good, but they don't have anything to do with each other aside from a call back or two, so I feel fine about treating it as its own thing. If you like detective/procedural with a light supernatural bent, plus a cult inspired by your friendly neighborhood King in Yellow, well this is the show for you.
Vikings Valhalla - strangely I haven't even watched Vikings yet, and this is a great example of mutuals being great advertisers because one of mine was hyperfixating on King Canute and I was like 👀👀 who are you? So yeah, I'm watching this for the "wrong" reasons. LOL (SRSLY THOUGH ALL I SEE IS A LIVE ACTION UBBA *snickers*
4. Hannibal - I was hooked from the beginning, before they started throwing all that sexual tension around (not complaining tho lol). This was one of the few shows that my ex partner and I watched together all the time, our tastes and schedules often conflicted, but we were always around for the murder husbands. XD
5. The Haunting of Hill House - another one the X-misses and I used to watch together. I really enjoyed this one though it took us forever to get through it because we'd stop every few minutes to figure out if we'd spotted a ghost or not. LOL I quiet enjoyed it overall, and I also very much like how they changed things up over the original novella. I like Shirley Jackson, but I think some of her other stuff is better.
6. Any Dinosaur TV show - especially Walking With Dinosaurs and Dinosaur Planet and Prehistoric Planet.
7. Severance - This show knocked me out. I heard about it on Tumblr one day and I'd binged it all within the next couple days. LMAO What nonsense I love it.
8. Good Omens & Sandman - putting these two together because they fill the same space in my heart: respectable adaptations of things I grew up with and am very fond of and I'm glad to see getting a wider audience/more attention/more love. :D
I will tag @brasideios @macavitykitsune @theinkandthesea @vdk-hellscape and anyone else that wants to cuz I'm not sure who has or hasn't been hit by this one yet.
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Ghost Ritual
I’ll try to post some coherent thoughts.
Just some random stuff first:
-Our seats were stage left (a.k.a., Dewdrop’s side)--the section nearest the stage. Five rows back, which turned out to be just perfect for making eye contact (real or imagined).
-Speaking of, real or not, I stand by believing I made eye contact with Papa IV several times during the ritual. Most importantly at the end when he was blowing his goodbye kisses and I blew one back. I will also stand by making eye contact with Dewdrop and Rain a few times as well, the two ghouls who were over there the most often.
-Speaking of Dewdrop, I almost got one of his picks but, alas, it wasn’t meant to be. At least now I know where I should try to sit for future rituals because I for sure can never do GA because of my claustrophobia.
-Another near thing: getting money from “Mummy Dust.” Security guards picked up a bunch and handed out a few to each of the people in the front row but only one of those people kept just one for himself and handed out the rest to people behind him. Everyone else just kept all they were given, which wasn’t cool but I get.
-I missed Spiritbox so I don’t when things went off track but I’m pretty sure Ghost started later than they should have because we didn’t get the guitar duel before “Cirice” and Papa IV didn’t banter all that much with the audience. As much as I love all of the little extra stuff, I do much prefer them having gotten all 20 songs so I can’t be upset about that.
Now onto the songs that stood out for me as big highlights of the night:
”Griftwood” - I posted earlier today (technically, yesterday) about this one being a surprise bonus song because they added it in four rituals ago. I’m so happy I got the chance to hear it because I was a little bit bummed when I checked the setlist after the first ritual of this tour and didn’t see it there. I don’t know why they decided to throw it in for the last stretch of the tour but I’m very glad they did.
”Hunter’s Moon” - A special song to hear for me because it’s the song that reminded me that I still needed to finally start listening to Ghost. Thank you, Halloween Kills. And it also reminded me that the Hunter’s Moon is on my birthday this year (October 9th) so I have to spend all day long listening to this song and will make sure to sit outside at night and listen to it, regardless of whether or not I can actually see the moon that night.
“Ritual” - I figuratively had front row seats to Aether basically telling Dew to shut the fuck up. I didn’t record the full song. Just the beginning and that ending because I knew it was coming. It was just so great to be right there for that. I love those two so much.
“Con Clavi Con Dio” - One of my favorite songs that I was glad to see they added back in to the setlist. This one holds a special place in my heart because it was the first song Popia sang after becoming Papa IV. So hearing him specifically sing it...Just yes.
“Year Zero” - Not just my favorite Ghost song but one of my favorite songs of all-time. Singing “hell Satan” with 5,000+ other people = a religious experience in its own right. It was a wonderful moment that will be cherished by me forever.
“He Is” - Definitely another religious experience here. Slowing things down, all of the cell phone flashlights out, everyone singing a hymn to Lucifer together with Papa. Simply beautiful.
That covers the big things I wanted to say. I really enjoyed the entire setlist and think they did very well in choosing what they chose and even the order they were played in.
I can’t really think of anything else I wanted to say at the moment. It’s 1:00 AM so I’m just going to bed because I can’t afford to lose too much sleep, seeing as I still have to work on Thursday and Friday this week.
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oooh tell me about "only the young die good" because that title Hurts Me
i am SO happy you asked about this one bc lemme tell you dude, this au is my baby HKJDFHG even though i haven't actually worked that much on it in comparison to my other 00 projects... i think this au is a year or two old by now, but it's sort of gotten sidelined by other things (like xenogundam), so i haven't written a lot for it yet. here's a snippet from the prologue!
"—leaving."
"And why is that? Don't you want to say hello to our guest?"
"..."
"You look so serious! Suit yourself, then. I'll talk to him."
"...Regene."
"Yes?"
"When I come back, you'd better be able to convince me that this was a good idea."
"...I'll see you later, Ribbons."
A quiet scoff.
Footsteps.
The sound of a heavy door creaking and slamming shut.
And then—
And then...
And then, Tieria Erde's eyes snap wide open.
the classic "lockon lives" au, but with a twist! because instead of lockon stratos, tieria erde is the one who goes to confront ali al-saachez during operation fallen angels, and instead of lockon stratos, tieria erde is the one who dies. nadleeh is destroyed, and its pilot along with it; only the gn drive can be recovered from the scene. setsuna missing, allelujah missing, tieria dead—lockon is the sole survivor of the gundam meisters. except, unbeknownst to the remaining members of celestial being, there are systems in place to resurrect a fallen innovade, and regene regetta doesn't seem satisfied to let his sibling die just like that.
so, this au doubles not just as a lockon lives au but also as an innovator!tieria au; regene spends the 4 years between seasons 1 and 2 convincing tieria to join ribbons's side, while neil spends those years stewing in his survivor's guilt and mourning the friends he's lost. i may not have a lot written for this au but i have PLENTY of thoughts, bc the concept is just chock full of so many fun implications and ideas. like, how would neil handle being the only gundam meister left? in canon, tieria is able to assume a more leaderlike position in those in-between years, but neil is so bitter and downtrodden that i don't even know if he would be able to bring himself to believe that setsuna and alle are still alive. as much as he tries to act like he's an optimist we all know that's not the case lmao. also imagining lyle as seravee/seraphim's pilot? very fun. give that man a big gun, i think he'd like that! also, tieria would get to interact with louise and neil would get to interact with saji, which is... ohhhh you have no idea how many thoughts i have on that. the parallels between louise and neil are palpable and you bet i'm gonna explore those as much as i can. there's lots more i could go into (ie: anew my beloved) but this post is long enough and i don't want to give away too much so i'll keep quiet for now :3
i think the fact that i have so many thoughts about this au is actually a big reason why i've barely written anything for it HKGDFJGK like, there's so much to explore that i have a hard time sitting down and sorting out details like "what actually happens in the fic" and "the order in which those events happen". but i really want to make this au into a proper fic some day! i swear to god i'm gonna do it!!
as for the au's title, it comes from a song of the same name by saintseneca! it hurts me immensely too, so i'm glad i could inflict the same pain upon you <3
#ngl i've been dying to talk about this au for ages so thanks for asking about it hkjdfghkdsg#you can tell these thoughts have been festering for over a year because this post is a mile long#tag game#ask game answers#ask#laora-ryn#00 spoilers /
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Spiraling on a Saturday
Hello again.
Today I woke up and spent 40 minutes looking at my phone. I have picked up this bad habit in September 2021 and I have yet found a way to just get rid of it. I'm just weak.
My mom greeted me as I got out of my room. Since it's saturday, her morning starts with cleaning the house. She gets up before me, so she always tries be silent and not make any noise. I tell her I don't care about sleeping late, because I really don't, yet she's persistent on not wanting to wake me up.
I had breakfast, went to the bathroom and then straight to study.
I revised what I re-studied yesterday then got some work done my laptop. I had to cross-check 3 different sources so that what I'm studying is actually correct, as well as coherent, as to not miss anything.
I had lunch with my family. Nothing wrong yet.
The friend I have been hanging out with in the past weeks was supposed to let me know if she would be able to go out today, yet at 14:00, when she usually does text me, my notifications were dry.
I still had some stuff to study so I decided not to get worked up over it and focus on my books. At 15:10 that was over and my mind was free to wonder why she forgot.
Every reason I came up was more stupid than the previous one- she had to study and forgot, she had to study and purposely ignored me, she had nothing to do and finds me annoying- but they all had one thing in common. They could be "defeated" just by saying that if she actually wanted to go out, she could just speed up studying, or move around her schedule to make a 1 hour long walk fit.
After 10 minutes of going back and forth between coming up with these awful reasons and nervously opening and closing Instagram and Tumblr, I decide my mind was too clouded to get more studying done. Just like an animal going back to its cave, even after years and years of wondering around, I decided to "calm down" by playing a game I have been obsessed with in the past. I mean really obsessed, I got like 2300 hourse over the course of 2 years. I put calm down in quotes because it's competitive and you either play 40 hours a week or just suck and lose, and get mad over it.
So that's what I did. I tried to find comfort in this game, instead I got absolutely smashed and quit after 2 hours.
At 18:00 my eyes were red and dry. I was cold. I hadn't drank or eaten in 5 hours. My elbows were hurting because that's what they do- my chronic pains are such a big deal that they deserve a whole post about them. Still no message.
The same void I have described started growing me but I got up, got a glass of milk and a trail mix, and watched a stupid series on netflix. I ignored the shit out of it, then I regretted it later. I turned off my laptop, cleaned the glass then decided to air out my room. I stink.
The more I thought about how she ignored me- and still is as of now- the worst I was getting.
First come all the thoughts about me as a person. The fact I'm skinny and weak and pain all over my body. The fact I'm 20 and still look and sound like a 16yo. The fact I'm not enjoying the company of other people.
In the past I used to get out of these spirals by reminding me how well I was doing academically. Lmao. In just 3 years my mind completely deteriorated and if I'm still "running" it's just inertia.
My impostor syndrome deserves a post of its own.
Now, low self-esteem about my body is just a stepping stone to doubt my mind.
The third thoughts that come are about how lucky I am to food, clothes, a warm house, and a family, all things that not everyone has. I end up thinking I don't deserve everything I have. I don't deserve it because I'm not enough in any way possible. One could argue that just by existing one's enough to have their basic needs met. Other people do, I don't.
So here I am, still waiting for someone to care a bit about me.
Venting and not changing anything to make this better is completely useless and doesn't even alleviate what I'm experiencing.
I think I just need human warmth.
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Ep 1: JENIFER'S POV
"Come on, you gotta stop crying. It's literally all you have done for the past two weeks." Samuel, my older brother, said while entering my messy room.
"What do you want me to do? Celebrate how my ex cheated on me with my best friend?" I sobbed harder into a handful of tissues.
"Jen, I know how you're feeling right now. But you need to get up for yourself. You are such a strong girl. I want you to get a job, work hard and enjoy your life. Don't waste your precious time on them." He caressed my hair.
"You know what, you're right. I worked hard for my degree, why shouldn't I apply for a good job? All because that asshole wanted me to "relax and leave the money-making part to him'." I said bitterly.
"That's the spirit. Here's your laptop. Come on, search it up." He handed me the MacBook. Even in my gloom, the flowers and the glaring pink on its cover cheered me up.
"How did I get so lucky to have you as my brother?" I looked at him tearfully.
"To be honest, you are lucky. Mom and dad literally picked you up from the garbage." He tried to muffle his laughter but failed.
"Sam!" I yelled at him.
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"How about this one?" I pointed at one post that stood out from the rest.
"Read it aloud." Sam said while munching on caramel popcorn, perched on the other side of the bed.
"Can't you stop eating for like two minutes and come see for yourself?" My exasperation was growing.
"I'm eating with my mouth. I can hear through my ears. Read it aloud, please and thank you."
"Fine. A confident youth, age between 21 - 27, good health and physique, a degree in business, well-versed in soft skills. Job: Personal assistant to the CEO, Wilson Clothing. If interested, report to the head quarters on Monday 9:00 AM with your resume."
"Jen, don't you think it's too late for this job?"
"Why? The interview is tomorrow. What's the big deal?"
"Wilson Clothing head quarters is in New York." He said calmly.
"What?! Are you serious?" I looked at him terrified.
"I'm serious. It's such a huge company, for god's sake. Haven't you heard of it?"
"There's no time for this. I need to book a flight immediately!" I grabbed my phone and start searching.
"I got it! The flight leaves in 4 hours. Oh my god, I need to pack!" I ran to my closet in panic.
What do I need? What do I need?
Wait, something formal!
I dropped my favourite pair of heels and some comfortable shoes into the suitcase. Why couldn't I find anything sophisticated enough for the interview? After a long search, I pulled out a black tissue turtleneck from the back of the closet. Paired with a satin ensemble and a structured belt, I knew it would look simple yet sophisticated, and I relaxed considerably, knowing that I would create a good impression the next day. I ironed it carefully and set it aside, planning to lay it on top of my other clothes in the suitcase.
"Hey, can you go through my resume once?" I asked my brother as I stuffed in all the skincare I could grab from the vanity, praying that they don't spill.
"You do know that you can get a good job in California, right? Why bother going to New York?" He came up to me.
"Sam, it's always been my dream to work in New York, and you know that. Please? It will be a great opportunity for me to learn." I placed a hand on his shoulder.
"But in that case, you would have to move to New York, and I will have to live here alone."
"Aw, are you gonna miss me? I haven't even landed the job yet. But don't worry, I'm always just a flight away. We are gonna be fine." I assured him.
After our parents' accident, it's only been the two of us supporting each other.
"Then who will..." I interrupted him.
"Samuel, I have a flight to catch. Check my resume, will you?" I walked away, hiding the little quiver in my lip.
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"Good luck Jen, I know you can do this." My brother hugged me at the airport.
"Thanks a lot, Sammy." I smiled. "For everything."
"Shut up and go." He ruffled my hair.
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After checking in, I was ushered into my seat minutes before the final boarding call. Nervous would be an understatement to describe how I felt right now. The flight was supposed to reach New York by midnight. I booked the nearest hotel I could find, so that I could get some rest for tomorrow.
The flight attendant finished giving the safety instructions, and the flight took off.
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