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look you can't force or stop people and have a problem/rant and get rage from them wanting to make music playlists for Benny cause he will always be a popular character for those people and so if they want to do that they will cause it's their choice bottom line plus the character of Benny will ALWAYS be a part of the show and exist and so they won't ignore him and also because he's a MAIN character
Oh, thanks for reminding me to work on my Sarah playlist!
Also what is with that reading comprehension? Yes, B man is a main character, but so is Sarah, so she shouldn't be ignored either.
#sorry honey you though I was mad bc of how many playlists Benny has?#lol no#the only person im forcing to do things is me#why do I have like 3 blorbos named Sarah?#also you don't need my kindness#mbav#this show wouldn't be known as mbav without Sarah; the babysitter who is a vampire#to clear things up for you anon: I'm mad that Sarah(a MAIN character) has so few playlists#b man was a point of comparison not the point of my post
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The Trouble with Tequila
Hello lovelies ! Today, we’re answering an anonymous request for some adorable Ben Barnes: “Hellooo! I know you probably have tons of requests on queue but this idea have been in my mind the whole day and I think it’s so cute and I have to share it with you. Since we all are thirsting over Mr. Ben Barnes and imagining lovely scenarios what about one where he and reader are engaged and they are out in a club (maybe his brother is there too) and reader is at the bar waiting for drinks or something, Ben is at table with his brother and he’s a bit drunk at this point of the night y’know, and he sees reader over there and he’s like “omg that woman is so beautiful i have to go and talk to her” and Jack is about to stop him but then he realizes is you who caught his brother’s eye in his drunken state and he finds it funny and cute and he encourages Ben to go to talk to you. And he’s all shy and cute and reader is a bit caught of guard at first and then she realizes what’s going on, and then Ben asks her out but his eyes catches your engagement ring and he’s all sad and be like “oh of course you’re engaged” and reader be “yes i’m engaged to a wonderful man . . . “ and she finish saying “i’m engaged to YOU” and Benny B be like “you engaged to me?“ jkyjkjykjy I just think he would be so freaking adorable and I can’t stop thinking about this”
Thank you so much for your request, anon! I hope you enjoy this cute little piece I’ve written for you!
I hope you all like this! Tell me what you think!
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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader
Warnings: Adorable cuteness. Alcohol, obviously… so much fluff…
Summary: You spend an evening in a club with Ben and his brother, but Ben gets a little too drunk and is very confused when he realizes that the pretty woman at the bar is actually engaged to him… how lucky he is!
Word Count: 2430
Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist
It was a nice evening. You had spent some time dancing with Jack – as Ben obviously remained safely by the table. The club was pretty busy but you didn’t feel too overwhelmed by the crowd. The music was perfect for jumping around, and your group of friends was joyful and full of laughter tonight. Under the blinking lights, in the dimly lit room, you reckoned that this evening was going brilliantly.
You were enjoying yourself, and so was Ben. Or well, Ben seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much, actually. You looked at him with confusion painted all over your features when he downed yet another tequila shot…
“You’re okay, baby?” you asked, speaking loudly to cover the music. But Ben gave you a toothy grin, his eyelids falling a little more than usual over his dark eyes because of the liquor.
“I’m good,” he nodded, words slurred. “Brilliant, actually.”
“I think you should slow down, you’re getting pretty drunk…”
But Ben merely rolled his eyes.
“I’m perfectly fine, darling. I know what I’m doing.”
“Really?”
“Of course! I know my limits.”
As if to prove a point, he downed yet another shot and grinned, his cheeks flushed with alcohol, the red spreading down his neck and over his upper chest, visible as he had left the first buttons of his black shirt undone.
It was your turn to roll your eyes.
“I’m going to the toilets, and then I’ll get myself another drink. I’ll be right back, love.”
He nodded, not letting you leave before he got a peck on the lips, a dreamy smile lingering across his features as you pulled away.
You were gone for a while, taking a break on your own for a few minutes before joining back the party that was going on outside the safety of the bathroom, and then waiting by the bar to order a new drink. Meanwhile, Ben was getting more drunk. He had stopped drinking, but the effects of the successive shots he had downed in a matter of minutes were finally hitting him fully.
His head was spinning, he felt giddy and excited but his mind was blurred, as if surrounded by fog.
“You’re alright, Ben?” his brother asked him, noticing that he wasn’t sitting straight anymore and that his eyelids seemed even heavier than before.
“Yeah… I’m great,” Ben smiled, but his words were too slurred now. “Just… a little tired.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Nah! I’m fine…”
“You’re not fine! Come on, that’s enough!” Jack admonished, grabbing Ben’s next drink before he could raise it to his lips.
“Hey! I’m the older brother!” Ben protested. “I’m the one to look after you and be a pain in your arse! Give me that!”
But as he leaned further, the room span faster, and Ben blinked a few times.
“Why is the room moving? Are we on a boat?”
“No, Ben. We’re in a club.”
“Ha… yes… Hmmm… I think I’m gonna throw up.”
Jack rolled his eyes, cursing under his breath, but he couldn’t simply abandon his brother like this.
“You’ll hear about this. I’ll give you hell for this, you asshole.”
“Mind your language, you jerk!”
“Dimwit!”
“Fucker!”
But as Jack was helping him to his feet, Ben seemed to spot something beyond his brother’s shoulder, and his eyes grew a little round. His pupils were already dilated because of the liquor, but they grew even more at the sight…
There was this woman at the bar. God, she was so beautiful. Out-of-this-world kind of gorgeous…
Jack frowned as Ben suddenly refused to budge.
“Come on, asshole!”
“Jack… I think I’ve just fallen in love…”
Ben’s brother frowned hard.
“What?”
“I need to go talk to this girl and get her number…”
“What girl? What are you talking about, you moron!?”
Jack didn’t get it. He knew his brother like the back of his hand, he wasn’t the kind to cheat on you. He would never look at another woman. He loved you way too much for that, and he was too loyal, too kind-hearted to even consider it for a second…
But then Jack turned around to follow his brother’s gaze and his eyes landed on… you.
You were the woman Ben had spotted and fallen head-over-heels for in the span of a second. You were waiting for your drink, standing by the bar, looking around to pass the time.
Jack exploded with laughter.
“This girl? Over there?” he asked Ben.
“Yeah… she’s so pretty…”
Ben hiccupped, blinking a couple of times.
“I’m gonna go and talk to her!” he decided.
And Jack found this absolutely hilarious. He would never let Ben live down to this moment. He would remind him every chance he got how stupid alcohol made him.
“Well, go ahead then, before she leaves.”
Ben nodded, shuffling out of his brother’s hold, and with clumsy steps, he made his way through the crowd.
When he finally reached you, you welcomed him with a bright smile. And he was absolutely blinded by the sight.
“Hi,” he breathed, blushing profusely, growing a little shy now that he had to talk to you.
“Hi, handsome,” you answered, your smile growing amused, and his heart skipped a beat at the pet name.
“I just… I wondered if I could buy you a drink. Because I think you’re absolutely gorgeous. And I… Can I have your number?”
You frowned at that, puzzled.
“My number? What are you talking about, Ben?”
He gasped, eyes growing round.
“How can you know my name?”
Your frown deepened.
“Is it a joke?”
“No, I… I love you. I just saw you over there and… puff! In love! At first sight… crazy...”
You were about to answer when you saw Jack laughing his arse off behind Ben, a few steps away, and he gestured to you that Ben was losing his mind and you needed to play along.
You grew more amused, shaking your head, still a little puzzled.
Ben tried to lean against the bar but stumbled, and you caught him before he would fall.
“I reckon you had a little too much to drink, baby,” you said in a gentle voice.
Ben gave you the brightest grin.
“I love it when you call me that.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah… and when you said my name too, I love it. It sounds so good when you say it.”
He frowned as he looked down at his forearm, where your hand still rested and held onto his shirt.
He blinked.
“You’re… you’re engaged? You’re married?”
“Engaged,” you answered, struggling not to laugh.
“Oh… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come over, then. But of course… the perfect woman has to be engaged to another guy…”
He kept on apologizing profusely, before you would laugh, and he fell silent, struck by the sound.
“I’m engaged to a wonderful man. He makes me very happy.”
Ben nodded slowly, looking quite sad by now, and you decided to put him out of his misery, at long last.
“I’m engaged to you, silly!” you explained, but Ben frowned hard.
He blinked again. Once, twice, thrice.
“You… you’re engaged… to me?”
“Yes, Ben. I’m engaged to you.”
“You’re engaged to ME?!” he asked again, aghast. “But… how could I get so lucky?”
Your heart fluttered at the earnest question, and you shrugged.
“I’m asking myself the same question. I often wonder how I got lucky enough to be with you.”
He grinned at that.
“So… I’m getting married.”
“You are. To me.”
He threw his arms up in celebration, and you couldn’t refrain your mocking laughter.
“Ben, what are you doing?”
“I’m getting married! Oh… but of course, I’m silly. I’m getting married to Y/N!”
He heaved a dreamy smile, closing his eyes and letting his arms fall back to his sides.
“Y/N… she’s amazing. She’s so smart, and so funny, and so kind, and so pretty. Do you have any idea how gorgeous she is? She’s… perfect…”
Your heart radiated warmth and love at his words.
But then, he blinked his eyes open again, and he looked at you with a frown and a tilt of his head.
“But… if we’re engaged. And I’m with Y/N… You’re Y/N!” he realized, and before you could react, he had wrapped his arms around you and was holding you so tight you could barely breathe at all. “Y/N! I love you so much!”
You laughed, patting his back.
“I love you too, baby. But you’re crushing me a little now.”
“I don’t care. I’ll crush you into a marshmallow.”
“A marshmallow?”
“Yes… or… I don’t know what you can crush. What can you crush?”
You laughed at his silly thoughts, when the waiter reappeared, at long last, with your drink.
When Ben finally pulled away, you looked at Jack, shaking your head at him.
“Come on, help me get him in a cab,” you ordered, and Jack complied without much of a protest.
“What about your drink?” he asked, but he was interrupting by Ben’s voice.
“Jack! Have I ever told you how much I love Y/N? Did you know that she had the softest skin… and the most beautiful eyes… and she can even remember stuff like grocery lists! Isn’t that amazing?!”
You and Jack laughed so much at Ben, your stomachs hurt.
“Wow, crazy! You’re a lucky bastard for landing this one!” Jack played along, half-carrying his brother out of the club and into the street.
“Yeah, I’m so lucky… the luckiest…”
You thanked Jack as he offered to pay for the drinks for the night so you could take Ben home.
“Don’t get your mind twisted!” he replied. “I’m not doing this out of charity. I’d just rather pay for all the drinks than having to deal with him tonight!”
You laughed at that, kissing his cheek and bidding him a good night before you would climb in the taxi with Ben.
You struggled a little to get him home, but you thought the worst was behind you as you locked the door.
How mistaken you were…
Ben started to fuss around when he struggled to untie his shoes. He was taking off his shirt when he grew paler, and looked up at you with a frown.
“I think I’m going to throw up…”
You barely had enough time to push him into the bathroom and make him kneel before the toilets before he was throwing up.
You cursed at his stupidity for drinking so much and making himself so sick, and rubbed his back until he was done. You helped him back to his feet and let him brush his teeth.
“Thank you,” he mumbled when you brushed a few strands of his hair out of his face.
“I’ll get you some clean clothes, you get undressed, okay, my love?”
He obediently nodded, and you thought you could leave him alone for a minute.
Again… how mistaken you were…
When you walked back into the bathroom with some pyjamas, Ben was under the shower… fully dressed.
He had opened the buttons of his shirt, it hung open, the thin, black material clanging to his skin because of the cold water. His hair was flattened across his face, and his dark pants were drenched as well already…
You gasped, hurrying to turn off the water.
“What on earth are you doing?!” you admonished.
“I’m showering.”
“Yes, I can see that. But in your clothes?”
“It would save time to do both at once. You wash yourself and the clothes! Wow… that’s genius. Why haven’t I thought of that before?”
“Because it’s a stupid idea.”
He pouted, looking genuinely sad.
“You think I’m stupid?”
You heaved an annoyed sigh, and yet you couldn’t refrain the fondness in your tone as you answered.
“Of course, I don’t think you’re stupid. But you’re drunk right now. It’s late, and we need to put you to bed so you can sleep. Come on, you need to drink some water before going to bed.”
But he shook his head, beginning to strip.
“I don’t want to go to bed. I want to stay in the shower, it feels nice. You could join me! I could see you naked…”
He was interrupted by a hiccup, and you laughed at him, you couldn’t help it.
“Come on, love. Please, I’m very tired, I want to go to sleep too. Come on, get out.”
He complied, let you stop the water and help him get dry before he would put on some clothes again. You were surprised when he squished your cheeks.
“You are adorable,” he mumbled, then yawned. “You are as adorable as a pancake. A little mush mush muffin.”
“You’re making no sense, love.”
“I am making the most sense. Your skin is very soft too. And I want to squish!”
You broke free with a giggle, shaking your head at his silliness.
“Now, off to bed! Come on, I’m tired.”
“Anything you want, darling.”
He let you guide him to the bedroom, and you tucked him in before lying down by his side and turning off the light.
He shuffled closer, held you tight, cuddled you and you were happy to comply when he moved to be the little spoon.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered in the bedroom filled with darkness and the steady sounds of your two breaths. “I love you so much, it’s crazy. I want to spend my whole life with you. And… perhaps now isn’t the right time for me to ask this but… would you marry me? Cause I’d really like to be your husband. And I’d really like for you to be my wife too.”
You grinned, kissing his hair.
“Yes, Ben. I want to marry you. Actually, I’ve already said yes. Don’t you remember? I have a ring already.”
But when you looked down at him, he was already fast asleep.
The next morning, Ben woke to the worst headache of his life, and when you told him about your crazy adventures of the previous night – from his attempt to get your number to him throwing up and taking a shower with his clothes still on – Ben’s cheeks turned the deepest shade of red you had ever seen on him.
He buried his face in his hands in embarrassment, and apologized profusely, but you didn’t mind. At the end of the day, all of his actions showed how much he loved you. There was no harm done. You would tease him endlessly for that night though.
And Ben swore to never drink tequila ever again…
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B is for -- Benny Gecko
Aaaaand here is the prompt for the good ole Ben-man himself! He's always a fun challenge to write for with his... expressive dialogue, lol. And this was no exception, but again, I think the randomized aspect of the prompt was being nice to me 😅
Anyway I hope you all enjoy!
And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!
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Pair: Benny x g/n Six
Dialogue Prompt: “Remind me when I said I needed your help?”
Word: Believe
Rating: SFW
Category: Fluff
Word Count: 1.4K
“Baby?” Benny’s sleep-sore voice passed through the fabric of the lightweight bed sheets as he turned to face his partner in the darkness. “What you up to?”
Six continued readying themself, the sound of shuffling bags, of zippers being pulled up, and buckles being done rang through the casino hotel room.
“I’ve been up thinking all night, and, it's time. I've gotta just… end this.”
Benny sat up at that, one hand wiping at his tired eyes as a confused expression settled upon his face.
“End… what? This early in the a.m.? Angel, you must be guzzlin’ moon juice or somethin,’ you thinking about doing anything right now. Sun’s not even awake yet, what right have we got to be kicking around at this nocturnitus hour?”
“I didn’t say we, Benny. You can stay here, I just… I can’t sleep thinking about this. Haven’t been able to for days, since we found out about House’s army in that bunker, about the dam and Caesar’s reinforcements coming in and the NCR President… I’ve just gotta do something about it now. Before it’s too late, before it’s out of my hands.”
Benny blinked at them, the wheels in his head beginning to turn, still only processing half of all they said, but operating suitably enough for him to spit out a response.
“Sure, yeah, sounds like a dream, sweetie-pie. I’d love to shove a stopper in it all too, just be able to stay here and make sweet music with you all the time. Get Yes Man fired up, override or delete or whatever it takes of that mummified millionaire and get our names up in lights, but… Can’t just be done in one night– ahem, morning. It’s morning, again, I forgot, cuz the moon is still dreaming up there..." Benny shook his head, sleep still tugging ceaselessly at his eyelids as he patted the still-warm spot beside him with one outstretched hand. "Why don’t we follow its lead, hm?”
The bed shifted as Six took a seat at the foot of the mattress, and Benny found himself scooting closer, wrapping a hand around their waist and leaning one cheek on their shoulder.
“Hmm, takin’ my advice for once, lovebird?”
His head shifted as Six sighed, rising and sagging along with their shoulders.
“No.” They told him simply, and Benny’s chest gave a pathetic little ache. “I can’t sit by and do nothing as war threatens all of New Vegas.”
“We won’t be doing nothing, sweetcakes.” His hand rubbed over their back, in an attempt to smooth their ruffled thoughts through nothing but his touch. “Everything’s close to ready, an’ we still got the chip. House can’t do jack without that shiny piece of platinum, which means we’re in control here. Just waiting for the opportuneous moment, when our own tin-can-pal can safely transfer power over to us. Then, baby, then we make our waves, ya dig?”
“Just because House can’t do anything with his underground nightmare, it doesn’t mean Caesar and the NCR are gonna sit and wait. Something has to be done about them now.” They stood up, wrenching their waist out of Benny's hold and leaving him to catch himself from toppling over where he’d been leaning against them.
What the hell about what I’m saying isn’t getting through that cranium of theirs?
Evidently, it’s a thick cranium, that, he knew from personal experience, but…
Still, Six should know better than to run off like this, like chasin' wildflowers in the wind. As beautiful as the thought of it was, in reality, it was always gonna slip through their fingers.
They may be the fated courier who held the platinum chip, and his main squeeze, both were hefty titles, but they still could never hope to stop this war all on their own.
“So, what about tonight brought all these plans and schemes of yours to the head of the table?”
Six zipped their rifle bag closed definitively, and he heard another sigh leave them.
“It’s not just tonight, Benny, I told you. It’s been weeks, and I just… I can’t take it any more. I feel like they’re gonna make their move any minute, and I don’t want to be a waiting duck.”
“That’s a weird way of putting it, sugar.” He scooched all the way to the end of the bed as he spoke, letting his feet swing over and hit the carpeted floor. “‘Sitting duck’? Wasn’t that it? What is a duck, anyhow?”
“Benny–”
“Dollface, just hold on a jiff.”
“No, Benny. I told you. I’m leaving, you can’t stop me.” As his eyes adjusted to the dim of the room, and as pale sunlight began to lighten the blackout curtains hanging from the windows, Benny could see the way they swung their bag over their back and made to leave with a stubborn sorta purpose.
They could never hope to stop this war... On their own.
“I ain’t gonna try and halt your moves, baby. If you’d listen, I’m about to tell you I’m coming with ya.”
He stood up, and started towards the cabinet where he kept his suits. Benny didn’t need to look their way to know that Six was pinching the bridge of their nose, or maybe flaring their nostrils.
He just does that to them, and he knows it.
Doesn't mean they don't want him tagging along though. Deep down.
“Remind me when I said I needed your help?”
Deep deep down.
“Don’t gotta say squat for me to know you want it. May not need it, that’s not really what I’m sayin’, but sure as nuka cola bubbles, you want it. Even if you don’t know that, I do, baby.”
Six rolled their eyes at him. As he pulled on his clothes swiftly though, he found he didn’t much care.
He does that to them too, he supposed. He has since they met him. Well, met him the second time, that is.
“You really want to help me?” He expected there to be more humor in their inquiry, but no, it had more of a genuinity to it. Real curiosity bled through their words, and a lousy sorta feeling made itself known in Benny’s gut.
“Look," He sighed as he paused his dressing, letting his button-up hang down half-done. "I know, so far, in this outfit I been about as useful as a deck of cards with no aces, or a brahmin with no legs, but baby, all you done for me? The dream we share? Never found a bloke or broad I could relate to more, never found someone to take me as I am the way you have, even through all the muck and grumble I’ve put you through.”
Benny approached his partner once he’d pulled his iconic suit jacket over his shoulders, and grasped either side of their arms in his hands, pulling them close to look them in the eye.
“And while I don’t like to analogize myself with the slimy, no good Robert House, I too, am a businessman, whether I like it or not. Got the dress here to prove it, too.” He gestured with one hand down at this checkerboard suit jacket. “And if I owe somebody a debt, I aim to pay it forward, ya dig?”
Six bit their lip, looking away from him briefly before one hand reached out to touch their chin, drawing their eyes back to meet his.
“An’ I owe you diamonds and pearls for all you done on my account. But I ain’t got all that, all I can say is… believe me. Believe that I wanna help you, that I’m gonna. And believe that I believe in our dream. Our New Vegas.”
His hand on Six’s chin rose to boop them on the nose affectionately, and despite their determined look, a smile escaped them, passing right through to Benny as he reflected their relief at his words.
“Alright.” They sighed, for the umpteenth time this early morning. “I’ll believe you, baby.” They leaned forward, and Benny grinned into it as their lips met his in a chaste little kiss.
“But for the record,” Six said as they pulled away, much too soon by his account, “You’re no businessman, Benny.”
“No?” He turned his head to them as he finished buttoning up his shirt, moving towards the bedside table as he did, where his Maria laid in waiting.
“Nah, you’re a conman.” Six practically giggled, and Benny couldn’t find the words to argue. He could only take his gun in hand, and follow them out the door they both set off to change the fate of the Mojave.
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How I would continue mbav in comic form
disney, teletoon, fresh tv, whoever the fuck owns the rights to this, please let me have them
LONG ASS POST WARNING
we are past the days of any further mbav television content, but you know what has a much lower production cost and would fill a specific niche? a comic/graphic novel continuation >:) Teen rating because pretty much anyone who was the target audience of mbav when it was airing is late teen or older and I want the characters actions to have more consequence, basically i want to injure my protagonists
I would pick up a month or two after the lucifractor explosion, establish the new status quo, we cant really do a continuation if they all died so Ill settle for injury and property damage, including putting out main man Ethan in a half magic/half head trauma induced coma! this is kind of a cheap story beat but i cant help it I love a coma and its a good opportunity for both sarah and benny to get a little bit darker and have some interesting character development, with the most important difference being that sarah basically gets through it and refuses to compromise her morals whereas benny is very lost without ethan being his moral compass and becomes more and more reckless with magic, eventually leading to him attempting a very risky spell to wake ethan up which does work but basically has sarah and his grandma like 'wtf is wrong with you'
meanwhile erica and rory are fucking around in the states bc this would be a very fun B plot for a while before they return, if youve read the comic crowded im thinking of that kind of vibe
so anyway ethan is back up and running now and everyone is kind of trying to get back to normal but its really hard and theres a lot of residual magic causing problems and making bennys magic more powerful, and its giving ethan basically constant migranes and really vague visions and horrifying dreams and all that good 'plauged with visions' stuff.
sarah and ethan have not gone on any more dates at this point so theyre not dating but they do have this kind of romantic aspect of their relationship and they basically havent talked about it since the explosion, kind of a silent understanding of like 'i love you and i dont really care that its platonic or romantic but i just understand whats happening in a way almost no one else can and Im here for you even if now just isnt the time for us'
benny is continuing to get more reckless and kind of vengeful with his magic use, testing his limits, using magic to get back and the people making snide comments in the halls, especially after ethan comes back to school, when your best friend is in a coma for two months you get kind of defensive about it I guess. If you’re not a bethan truther I’m sorry but Ethan can have two intense friendships that border on romantic, both of which are societally non conventional/acceptable. In fact he has to. It is so good narratively. but anyway at some point there is a particularly bad incident benny gets more vindictive than ever before and hurts this guy pretty badly till ethan is yelling at him to stop
at this point ethan and sarah and grandma are like 'uhhh benny is getting kinda intense' but they dont even know the half of it because secretly he learning magic that isnt in his book, researching on his own and making stuff up. the magic itself wants him to be getting stronger, its not like sentient but it does have kind of a self preservation instinct? like a power begets power type thing that magic users can very easily be driven mad by their own magic if theyre not careful or dont have another magic user telling them to touch grass.
i think benny can have unexamined mental repercussions due to his parents having either left him or died. as a treat. so when he get magic and suddenly he can control things he couldnt before yknow who can blame him for getting kind of lost, i personally would become insane. I havent really though about the specific of him devolving and mentally deteriorating. I dont want him to be too evil yknow? bc we will be letting him get redeemed latr bc im a sucker for that.
at this point erica and rory return from their wacky adventures bc this is no time for a silly b plot. and they are like huh benny got kind of weird and different and ethan is like haha no hes fine
he is not fine
he is actually sneaking out of town to meet another magic user who is basically like 'i will act like a father figure to gain your trust' and benny is like 'epic!' yknow because he. becuase. because he has no dad :D. he gets exposed to magic that grandma doesnt do and is both scared and impressed and this other magic user is like 'she doesnt want you to learn this >:| she doesnt want you to reach your fullest potential' and benny is like 'hmm idk about that' but they keep talking until this guy is like 'arent you tired of being nice?dont you just wanna go apeshit?' but benny is still like 'hmmm my really close boy best friend probably wouldnt like that' but its too late. its already in motion.
benny gets more evil. he is causing problems in whitechapel and does not seem to care. benny be like 'thought acquired: if i control everything and destroy the things i dont like then everything will be good and i can protect my friends forever. i see no moral problems with this' more development into evil, dont ask me the details i dont know.
bennys evil girl summer culminates in some kind of fight where ethan enters his mind bc yeah obviosly thats where this has been going, idk if ive just spent to long thinking about jean grey and scott summers but this is the most interesting thing ever. i want to see ethan walking through bennys memories end of life is strange style and realizing that all of his most important memories are of them together, times that theyve comforted or protected each other and it ends with a memory of from just before they met sarah. that memory fades out and ethan is standing on the street in front of his house, so he goes up to his room and benny is there but this time its really him and not just a memory version of him and benny is like 'i dont know how it got to be like this, this isnt what i wanted, how do i fix this?' and ethan is like 'i havent given up on you, you can still come back and we can try to make it right' and they hug and they come back to reality and benny basically breaks down sobbing yeah i <3 sad boys. he has a lot of regrets. ( i have written a lot of this scene bc i am insane and obsessed)
by the next morning hes left town. only leaving a note saying he needs to go away and clear the magic out of his head. hes reversed as much of the magic he did as he could, and left ethan with a spell leaving the words 'semper reveniam ad te' on his arm that will disappear when they see each other again or if benny dies.
#this is longer than the essay i was supposed to write tonight needed to be#mbav#my babysitter's a vampire#ethan morgan#benny weir#et al
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What's behind...
Well, it's been a while since I wanted to bring this kind of "trivia" about the things I write here.
Music has always been with me as an emotional and life support - basically everything I do involves music. I love it. With my stories, it's no different; each thing takes shape through other stories that the songs I listen to tell or represent.
Today I start with this small project for my multi-chapter stories, Versos de Placer and Bossa Nova. In the future, when I start writing more, I can keep doing it.
Let’s go, then?
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Bossa Nova - Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon
Being a minor character in a B-movie of very dubious quality, writing for Benny is always an adventure, but at the same time a great writing exercise tool (for those who like that approach) or even pure and simple creativity. I like to say the benefit of writing for him is having the one and only physical sketch that Maurice Compte brought us, which was awesome because the guy knows how to be pretty as fuck.
ANYWAY
Bossa Nova was planned a little more closely than Versos de Placer, so even the title was chosen from a meticulous perspective of a Brazilian musical rhythm - with meaning. I've already explained this here, so I won't extend myself and go straight to the structure of the story haha
THE DIVORCE:
The moment that kicks off the whole story is the main character's divorce. There was a past and an established relationship between everyone, but the trigger for everything we've been doing since then comes from that moment of separation.
The reader and Theo, her ex-husband, had a crisis through cheating. Therefore, this plot was thought with a song in mind:
DREAMS - FLEETWOOD MAC
I think it's common sense that the Fleetwood Mac drama yielded that impeccable album called Rumors and ‘Dreams’ is my favorite song by far - theirs, of course, because there's so much fucking artistic pain in there.
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Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom
Well, who am I to keep you down?
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Players only love you when they're playing
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Theodore was the antagonist due to a classic but no less painful situation, which opened wounds that the reader disassociates, but that she feels. Parents don't know about suffering; the brother, limited to a minuscule fraction of the divorce bureaucracy. She knows that, deep down, Theo became empty and selfish enough to find what he wanted, when he wanted it, no matter what it could cost him, and hopes that he will be frustrated in the end (overcoming? I don't know her).
‘Dreams’, for me, is the biggest representation of someone mourning towards a person they loved but couldn’t have because, in the end, this someone choose to be with another someone. Tell them, Stevie. Tell them!
FEMALE ENERGY PART. 2 - WILLOW
BEING HERSELF AGAIN:
In another, slightly older post, I mentioned how I constructed father-daughter relationships differently in my two "biggest" stories, and that applies a lot with this aspect in particular. In both cases, I explored something that is personal to me, which is my relationship with the men I live with in life - I work in a predominantly male place, a father who is present but a difficult family history in this regard. Here, I think it's important to use such relationships to demystify the woman built under what she lives with a man.
The Bossa Nova reader is not as close to her mother as she is to her father; this dynamic will often interfere with her future relationships, from what to expect from a man to living with other women. When she loses Theodore, she finds herself alone. The father would not understand her like the mother, but how to talk to this figure who has always been partially distant?
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Oh, and I'm falling into the arms of naked truth
Not surprised to see the sky and know what I must do
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I am human, I am woman
Drifting down my life
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The changes she has been going through include facing her own nature and looking for all the personality hidden in a failed relationship. We still have a lot to explore here, but I value that heartfelt, honest parallel as we build a background romantic drama.
BILLIE BOSSA NOVA - BILLIE EILISH
THE FIRST DATE:
Oh yeah, yeah, I’ll be the devil’s advocate here and give credit to a white girlie using a latin rythym to make money. SORRY. The song is a banger tho, I like Billie.
That’s basically the beggining (where we are now btw) of Benny and reader’s relationship. No one wants to prove anything or have high expectations - it came naturally and they linked right away. A few drinks, a kiss below a lamp post, a football game and sex. Everyone could do that. Makes sense for me.
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'Cause waitin' for it gets so borin'
A lot can change in twenty seconds
A lot can happen in the dark
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I'm not sentimental
But there's somethin' 'bout the way you look tonight, mm
Makes me wanna take a picture
Make a movie with you that we'd have to hide
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For me it’s the basics of: hey, found you really attractive, let’s fuck. In a way, they both don’t want complications and happens that Benny and reader can provide that to each other. I wouldn’t say they are 100% in tune, but they both agree that they should do what they should because there’s nothing better than a few orgasms.
FADE INTO YOU - MAZZY STAR
THE FIRST TIME:
This song was mentioned in the last chapter of Bossa Nova and it wasn’t just because.
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I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
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Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there
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I think that's something we'll explore in the future, but there was a reason Benny was wary of the reader in her house and genuinely indulged in lying on the floor with her to relax. I hate being that playful type of person who puts metaphors into everything because sometimes life is life, but they both knew it wasn't going to be, generally speaking, a grab and go thing. It's the beginning of opposition to what they think will be that 'convenient meeting', even if they don't know it yet. She knew him, but she didn't know who he was; the same happens with Benny. In the living room, the two of them are discovering themselves and understanding that to get where they wanted, they would have to find a balance point, something that would erase a more difficult reality for a moment of satisfaction.
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P.S.
It's a little early to bring more of this, we have a way to go, but I think it's worth sharing this kind of creative dynamic to help set a good narrative tone and involve those who follow the story.
I want to take this opportunity and thank everyone who has been giving me this strength here, as well as congratulating all the fanfic writers who keep sharing incredible stories with dedication and affection. You are amazing! ❤
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No pressure tags:
@cheesybadgers
@thesandbeneathmytoes
@nerdyreaderpapi
@thoroughlymodernminutia
@the-hinky-panda
@mysoulisasunflower
#benny borracho magalon#benny magalon x reader#benny magalon fic#benny borracho magalon x reader#den of thieves#den of thieves fic#maurice compte#female reader
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*vibrating intensifies*
so. the monster debacle.
spoiler warning for episode 26 in the Multiverse Tales playlist Redemption of the Were-Jaguar. you've been warned!
from what i've seen all monsters they've become are also a slight reflection of their experiences and self.
EXHIBIT A!!! Vasilia Kuznet
Vasilia becomes a were-jaguar, which of course the obvious is her experience with hunting were-beasts. the second thing can be seen in the above image, she's very confident in just the air around her, but needed to change her own perspective on this other form.
also the finale of that episode was literally Gangadharan was finally trusting Vasilia despite the constant evasion of her fanged form.
EXHIBIT B!!! Astra [Redacted]
Astra becomes a skin walker. she has a tendency to change her identity when in a rough zone. examples: Diamos, Tatyana, and even the dragon form.
although i was a bit confused on why hyena specifically, because before i was researching for this, i mostly saw deer versions of the skin walkers. y'know, like how most people draw wendigos. so here's that info.
EXHIBIT C!!! Charlie/Mikayla Maciel
Bio-MeKayla became a sparking ghoul. the sparking part is obvious, Charlie is a machine based lifeform, and robotics tend to use some form of electricity.
but it's interesting to see that Charlie becomes this twisted version of his worst self, the part of him that's just like every other bio mech they're looking for.
the increased hostility and tendency to control their victims. that parasitic behavior near identical to a symbiote. examples of this behavior: Obi, Emerald Tyrannus, Terror Claw, Fin-Walker, Firecross Dragon.
the controlling part is easy to find in their meeting. he blindly takes control of Kayla and just asks her to try balancing. of course we can mark that up to being completely in a panic at the thought of getting cannibalized.
another fun detail, this corruption also seems to dissolve parts of Kayla to the bone. as you can see with Kayla's corrupt arm. could be a reminder of the slime drake, but without knowing what the leg looks like that is shooting into the dark.
EXHIBIT D!!! Champagne McGregor
champagne becomes a hybrid dinosaur/lizard man. i've already done my reasearch for him a while ago, there's nothing i can pull from mythology. what i can pull is his correspondence.
aka: his job and history. he created monsters of his own that were searching for their next chance of survival, be it food or safety.
heck he even lost his arm to a mutated freakshow of a tyrannosaurus.
exhibit e, the thing giving me the most trouble: Benny Sharp
Benny becomes a jersey swamp skulker. not much to refer to unless you want table top rpg ideas. and even if i do refer to other swamp lurking mythology, there's honestly nada. no fishy abominations i've found from movies are good references either... so we just gotta go off the THREE LINES that gangadharan gives.
this is a human that touched a cursed barnacle. they can propel themselves through the water at extremely quick speeds to the point the best way to hunt them down is to get them on dry land. they also have sharp blades on their forearms. wow. what help.
alrighty, time to bs my way through this... i'm probably gonna move around exhibits so we get me struggling to deal with this guy at the end.
literally what do i pull from???? the monster simply doesn't exist. it is there, it was created for one purpose: and that was a community redraw. hfffffffffff. i even finally tried to check out what swamp skulker is in the ttrpg. it's a sea roomba. with a vague appearence of an axolotl crustacean.
not even kidding. anyways, back to shooting in the dark with a leaf.
obviously the outer shell is there in place of the mech armor he was no doubt wearing. the ability to propel itself at high speeds as to avoid danger could be equal to his tendency to run in the past if things were getting too... dangerous for others.
but my main confusion is: why water? he's honestly never really interacted with it. literally one of his key sayings is basically "if a mech can't fly, it's not worth it." so maybe that shows that he doesn't have any worth in his eyes?????
the extra mouth like cover being of course kinda like a mask, maybe showing the fact he usually is counted as the positive "don't worry, we can win if we go fist fight god!" despite me staring at every trauma past christmas demons.
#popcrossstudios#theory#benny sharp#mikayla maciel#charlie the biomech#astra#vasilia kuznet#dr champagne mcgregor#therum creation
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“Also I don't understand the point of getting himself more followers? Is this just to have excuses for more nursery rhymes? It helps nothing to get his name out there or for engagement like...? Is this just another one of them thingies that he thinks makes him look cool?”
The shortest answer is vanity, something our lil lion boy has in excess. Unless he decides to go the influencer route, more followers on Instagram are not gonna get him more job opportunities. In fact, I feel like some of the most successful actors and actresses don’t even have socials, because it’s useless for their careers and can have a negative impact on their psyche since even when you’re well liked and a good person someone will always find a way to shit on you.
Honestly, it’s hard to say what Ben’s plans are long term. Aside from his upcoming two singing gigs, the premiere of his soon-to-be cancelled show, and a convention in May, he has no other projects lined up, that I know of. I understand (to a degree) wanting to take only main roles, but I feel like that’s only possible if you’re already an established good actor or you’re a nepo baby, neither of whom he is.
The most pressing issue I see is his constant association with bad people. Like I can kinda understand falling for the wrong person, but actively seeking out/hanging out with people who are known Scientologists and predators and abusers? At what point does it stop being simple coincidences? There’s a saying in my country that goes: “show me your friends and I’ll tell you who you are”. If we apply this to Benny, it does not bode well for him lol 😬
This is so deliciously long 🧚🏻♀️ imma not the only one writing paragraphs on paragraphs anymore bless
So lemme agree with ye! I mean that's the word I've been missing, vanity. Boy's only sure thing is that he vain. Now I have that stupid song in me head but worth it x.x true that socials give him no leverage cuz he ain't no fucking model. Tho he an actor who uses fangirls praises instead of moisturizer. And also let us not forget that he is the one who manages his socials and he's soooooo embarrassingly bad at it xd he a show pony lol if he not engaging them fans into that parasocial protect me imma just a babe circus, who gonna be interested in him otherwise?
I'd say his plans long term do not exist. He done that Ian McKellen film last summer, so that's gotta premiere sometimes in the future. He deff only a supporting part in that one. Other than thaaaat... Yep everyone is busy and booked and our boy is...... partially on unemployment and partially the first name on call sheet for the new skyrizi ad x.x his weird need for a franchise, big studio shite and main parts is like so far from reality? Cuz ye sure he got the Narnia part just outta nowhere but it a) took him nowhere and he failed to capitalise what bits it gave him, b) it's not working like this anymore, and c) he is very bland, has no brand, is getting older AND there is like at least 10 guys who look just like him and there's nothing about him that singles him out out of them. Like he really thinks he can do more, or he deserves more, but in reality he has no star power or even some unexpected hidden acting talents. He lost his chance a while back now, and what we witnessing now is boy lying to himself like. Tell me one instance where he could be actually considered for a role but skip fancasts based on two gifs from 2009 and his pretty face... Impossible right?
The music is just???? Ye I get the oooo it was me dream but like, ye see it not working out right? Ye see yerself failing? He basically buying himself that dream of his which is both sad and shows how privileged he is lol good for him for doing his dream job (his dream before was acting tho hmmmm) but like it only brings him down when it comes to the career that he still might do something about, see a hallmark film!! Also it's a very bad look on him lol it smells of jobless man who was told YES his whole life. His music is like that Beckham kid cooking lol
One thingy is obvious lol he acts like he set for life and then is in an ad, not an celeb endorsement, a fucking no name guy in a broadband ad.
Ye know, the last part. I always get shit in me inbox when I mention anything of this sort. But like ye absolutely right. We have similar sayings in me part of the world too and that's cuz this shite is universally true.
Imma not saying that he himself is a shitstain of their tier, but he does associate with very very bad people. And he continuously does so. Fairy queen and miss Lima, just to begin with. He friendsies with them, they do shite and are around shite people, they apologize. And then he friendsies with them still and they CONTINUE to repeat their behaviour cuz they only apologized to get the peeps off their cases. His brother, D'elia, was his brother up to the point when the allegations against him had hit the mainstream. Were they around before? Yes!! but no one was picking it up so it was still safe to say imma proud of ye brother. As the joke goes, if I had a nickel for every guy that is a sex pest and wants to be a cult leader and ye can SOMEHOW connect him to Benny, I'd have at least two...
I was shitting on him and that stylist. And guess what??? Ye I've got some messages saying that I'm AGAIN creating problems where there are none. And this other one saying that maybe he does not know...
And to the first shite I will say what I always do. I know his fangirls have that easy excuse of private life and always run with it. Like okie, I have no business to know shite all about his family, who he fucks or anything of this sort. Will give ye that. BUT when he goes and publicity frames himself as an ally and concerned guy, AND then in his private life is an absolute opposite of it? Then no, the excuse ain't working babe. As me always say either deliver on what ye saying or shut the fuck up.
Following from that, and onto the maybe he did not know... No? Like impossible to not know?
He goes and says BLM and then is okie with wearing a no no brand that is widely known for making money on racial stereotypes, whose owners are just racist pieces of shite. Beside that they are both sexists and homophobes who say shite outta this earth and think they can cuz they rich white gays. And like it's not something only known in the fashion spheres, it's everywhere.
And then there's miss Urbinati... He went for her clearly cuz she running with cool boys. So he got to look her over. He wanted her, he employs her so it's not private life, it's public and for exposure. Other netflix kids around him have other stylist so I was expecting him to go there. Yet here we are. She very vocally standing behind a guy who is currently on trial for several counts of sexual assault. Her scientology ties are so obvious it hurts. Like I dunno what to tell ye all.
Person he employs is VERY CLEARLY in a known group of people who are either predators or are ok with being around predators, and some other friends of his are in that group as well. And then he goes and says stand up for her. Like bitch as I'm the one creating problems x.x
Back to ye now! Sorry! Ye say yourself, does not bode well for him :c it is just icky and very unpleasant. The worst thing? He lives in an environment where no one cares, he surrounded by people who do not care. He seemingly cares only about his flat ass and his fangirls are cool with that cuz of some fantasies they have about him and some superiority cuz they don't do gossip. In the end it's going to be a 'he did not know', 'who are we to say' and boy clicking that unfollow button and deleting pics. Happened before.
And another thing just for reference if anyone still not getting it. Kind of a recurrence on me blog, but gbv, especially against minors, is very concerning for me personally and if I see it I will point it out. And it is so reoccurring topic here because our boy happened to get his name around people and situations that are fucking not okay. Not fucking accusing him of anything, just pointing out concerning stuff that keeps on happening.
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Episode 169 : Thirteen Squared, Fourteen Years
"Paid my dues, now pay my fee."
- Pete Rock
Another year in the books! This is the fourteenth birthday episode of the podcast, and it's wild to look back at how different the landscape looked back in 2009 when I started it off. At least nowadays, I don't have to explain what a podcast is!
I needed a selection worthy of the milestone, and I think you'll enjoy it - Hip-Hop basically end-to-end, with some virtuoso performances on the mics, the boards, and the turntables. Turn the volume up and check the styles...
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Playlist/Notes
Swizz Beatz ft. Jadakiss, Benny the Butcher, and Scar Lip : Take 'Em Out
Huge new single to open things up for this month, and a track I can already tell is going to make my list of top Spotify tracks this year. As part of the 50th year of Hip-Hop celebrations, Mass Appeal have released a couple of producer-led EPs with a selection of MCs, and this is of course from Swizz' contribution. It's not the production style most would think of when Swizz Beatz is mentioned, but listen for the classic "The Bridge Is Over" drums accompanied by what sounds like a pipe organ with the "evil" stop pulled all the way out - vicious. And the MCs, my goodness! LOX legend Jadakiss opens up, hands off to modern-day street rap giant Benny the Butcher, and cleanup duty is handled in fine style by the young and hungry Scar Lip. The video is great as well - chaotic, dark, monochrome, giving me just a taste of the same energy as the visuals for Ice Cube's "Wicked" back in the day. The whole package is hard like titanium.
Onyx : Throw Ya Gunz (Instrumental)
After starting the show with a track sampling the yelled into Onyx's first single, which was a big tune in its day, I decided to follow up with the instrumental as I hadn't heard it in so long. RIP to Chyskillz, the producer, who passed away in 2018.
Coach NYM : Work Ethic
One from my gym playlist for you, taken from the "Healthy Gangsta" LP. Part of the RBG movement, NYM gives a message on this track and the rest of the album that very much aligns with the innovative "Workout" LPs that stic of dead prez (their lowercasing, btw) released in 2011 and 2020. Turn this track up and get your motivation right!
Bronx Slang : Excuse Me Again
My man Jerry Beeks accurately and sadly points out that the subject of this track will continue to be relevant into the foreseeable future. Following up from the original "Excuse Me Officer" from the "Bronx Slang" LP, this is, in Beeks' distinctive style, a run-down of yet more Black people who have been murdered by the police. The producer Fake Blood gives it a soundtrack with just a hint of melancholy that still makes you nod your head thanks to his drum programming, and leaves enough space for you to hear every work clearly. Find this on the appropriately-named "Substance" album.
Blak Twang ft. Fallacy : Homegrown
I promise I didn't just try to find every track that sampled Onyx and throw them into this episode! The b-side of the incredible 1996 "Real Estate" 12", this is not only pure lyrical rawness from both MCs (Blak Twang/Taipanic/Tony Rotton and Fallacy) over a beat from V.R.S, but it's also the source of an incredible number of samples. If you go and check the excellent Blak Twang LP "19 Long Time", you'll be amazed how many times he samples himself, and from this specific cut - EPMD would be proud :)
The Musalini ft. Pete Rock and 9th Wonder : Carmel City 2
The vast majority of times, a sequel track is done by the original artist (for example, EPMD's "Jane" series, Ice Cube with the "Gangsta's Fairytale" pair), but this is an interesting exception. Pete Rock, the producer of the original "Carmel City" from his and CL Smooth's "The Main Ingredient" LP is here...but only on the mic, and even then only as the featured guest! Lead duties are taken by Bronx native The Musalini, and production is by a man who would absolutely name Pete Rock as an influence, North Carolina's 9th Wonder. This track has had a lot of rewinds in my headphones over the last month!
BusCrates : Get It Going
The brand new BusCrates LP, "Control Center" released this week, and it starts off with this serious groove, one which I had to let you get a good helping of before my voiceover! The new LP is overally lower in tempo than his "Blasting Off" album, and leans a little more in the direction of Hip-Hop while maintaining his funky and soulful style. BusCrates is an exceptionally skilled producer and DJ - as well as a thoroughly nice guy - who absolutely deserves your support.
Little Brother : Sittin Alone
This track will, depending on your age, inspire mocking laughter or wry recognition! The time comes to all of us where the thought of hitting the clubs on a Saturday night sounds...kind of tiring. If nothing else, I'm sure everyone can relate to the flyer with eight different fonts on it :) Mixing real feelings with a great bit of humour, it's just one example of the grown man rap on the "May The Lord Watch" album. As an aside - paying child support is not, of course, just a Black thing!
Kev Brown : Homework Part 1
Like most of the tracks on the "Homework" album, I wish this were a touch longer, but the man from Landover has a gift for leaving everyone wanting more! You can certainly hear his characteristic bassline action, while the high end is actually really prominent on this too, in a lo-fi fashion - almost sounds like a rough draft, but you know it's all intentional and provides a canvas for him to kick some lyrics, in case you forgot he puts in work on the mic too :)
Prodigy & Nas : Self Conscience
One of those great mixtape tracks from a previous era that you just don't hear around anymore, but absolutely deserves an airing. A concept piece lyrically, this has the late great Prodigy talking to his conscience, going back and forth, before Nas closes things out. The beat is by Infinite Arkatechz, who were basically the patron saints of sampling New Age and prog rock records (you might recognise this one). Find this somewhat forgotten classic on the "Nas & Ill Will Records Prsents...QB Finest" compilation.
dead prez : The Game Of Life (Score)
The "Soul In The Hole" soundtrack may be better known to many than the excellent film, but either way, here's the top-notch opening track, bringing a message to set the tone and frame the events of the story in a much wider context. This is actually my favourite iteration of the dead prez sound - tracks like this and "Sellin' Dope (Drugs Oppress People Everyday)" really stood out sonically from the mass of releases of the same time period. The production is provided by Da Heads - according to Discogs, only ever credited for this one song, but I'm wondering if somehow, somewhere, DJ Spinna is in the mix...
[Swizz Beatz] Nas : Salute Me (The General) (Instrumental)
Thumping, militaristic instrumental from the keyboard era. I love the opening on this before it settles down into the rhythm of the verses, which is even better on the vocal version with the opening adlibs.
Gunshot : Clear From Present Danger
RIP MC Alkaline. For those that don't know, Gunshot were truly one of the defining groups of their era, standard bearers for what became known to many as the "Britcore" style. The beats were almost always uptempo (this isn't even that fast compared to many), dramatic and dense, with a clear influence of The Bomb Squad - as time went on, this style went on to help give birth to other UK electronic music genres. The lyrics and delivery were always aggressive - as I say on the voiceover, think "action film" rather than trying to make you believe they were gangsters. This is one of the classic singles from this crew out of Leyton, East London, complete with a full lyric sheet on the back of the sleeve if you can get hold of the vinyl.
DJ Supreme ft. Son Of Noise : R.I.P.
More UK Hip-Hop royalty from the same era as Gunshot - the legendary DJ Supreme of Hijack producing for the mic-destroying Son of Noise on a 2016/7 release that shows that neither half of this combo have lost a step since they first came out. Raw, hard-edged, unapologetic British Hip-Hop on a battle tip.
Rob Swift ft. DJ Klever and Melo-D : 2-3 Break
One of the greatest DJs of all time and also a fierce defender of DJing ethics, rights, and responsibilities, Rob Swift is a man that should be held up high by all those who claim to represent Hip-Hop culture. On this 2002 cut, he pays tribute to the original "Two, Three, Break" by The B Boys (with the great Chuck Chillout on the wheels), and combines with two other turntable titans, Klever and Melo-D of Beat Junkies for a turntable workout over some classic beats and breaks. I was pleased to find that Rob's second LP "Sound Event" that this is drawn from is on streaming platforms, so don't miss out having a listen to the rest of the album.
Tobi Sunmola : Not The One
If you've heard me DJ on Twitch in the last few years, you may well have heard me play this absolute heater to great response! From Lagos to Manchester, Tobi Sunmola is a real talent with his own style, and kills it on this uptempo cut from his 2018 EP "Good Guys Don't Survive". Let's hope that this one does.
Ilajide : INDYNSUMRLUV
Faithful podcast listeners will already know how I rate this man, an incredible producer out of Detroit who hammers the funk into a sequencer like few can. The bassline is simple, but is just what's needed underneath those drums, where the hi-hats are doing the work of bringing the complexity while the kick and snare keep time. Very dope business from January's "NO SAUCEPAN TUESDAYS" album/beat tape. I'm assuming Tuesdays are for air fryers only.
Tobe Nwigwe ft. Coast Contra : DESTRUCTION
Tobe Nwigwe and his team are continuing to have success which is great to see - it's been four years since I first played him here (which is not when he started), and it's been constant elevation from there. This cut from last year's "moMINTs" album is big, booming, and as heavy as the title suggests, with Tobe, Nick Humes and Nick Baker on production. Guesting on several mics are the crew of dangerous Los Angeles MCs that is Coast Contra, who bring the heat to help close the episode in dramatic fashion. By the way, I realised how much time is flying when I realised that two members of Coast Contra are the sons of Ras Kass!
Please remember to support the artists you like! The purpose of putting the podcast out and providing the full tracklist is to try and give some light, so do use the songs on each episode as a starting point to search out more material. If you have Spotify in your country it's a great way to explore, but otherwise there's always Youtube and the like. Seeing your favourite artists live is the best way to put money in their pockets, and buy the vinyl/CDs/downloads of the stuff you like the most!
Check out this episode!
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thanks to my wife @wretched-mongrel for a tag, this is technically a side blog but I will main post here hehe
nicknames: b, would love to maybe have a little two name action and be called benny once in a while? just some genda thoughts
sign: cancer sun & venus, scorpio moon, sagittarius rising, virgo mars
height: 5’7.5”
last google search: how to spell coronacht
song stuck in my head: okay uhm its kind of like a dj mashup of doritios and fritos & hey big man by 100 gecs and then prone! by jpegmafia but specifically the lines Filters (Filters), no stock in (No stock in) / One shot turn Steve Bannon into Steve Hawking (Fuck 'em)
number of followers: for the side blog like six
amount of sleep: average 8.5hrs a night
lucky number: 7, 17, 27, 444
dream job: if i had to dream of labor, tattooing.?,or being like an errands runner in my small community
whatcha wearing: my work clothes; boots, adidas sweatpants, a tank, hat, gloves, and a jacket
favorite media: my origin animes of kikis delivery service and sailor moon
favorite song: heat lightning by mitski
favorite animal noise: when my dog yawn whines
random: im still thinkin about the cinnamon rolls i had this mornin
tagging no one cause idk who follows me here im sorry (シ_ _)シ
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Fallout OC Alphabet Ask Game
Rules: Can you associate your Fallout OC with something beginning with each letter of the alphabet? Words, items or names. X can also be read as 'ex'. Fill this in and let others send you ASKS about a few of them for elaboration!
Dubs' Variation: I thought I'd do something a bit different with my version of this! I've completed an alphabet set for each of my Fallout OCs, but with a little twist: I won't tell you which one is theirs! You can either pick a letter and a name, and find out which of those words I associate with them... or pick a word you like the look of, and I'll tell you who it belongs to! Either way, you'll get to learn a little more about one of my problem children OCs and everyone goes home happy. Hopefully.
If you need a quick reminder of who's who in Our Bond Is Steel and the ever-expanding Fallout Margotverse, my main OCs are currently:
Margot de Havilland
Elle [Last Name Redacted]
Paladin Henry Rex
Scribe Gwen Harper
Alice de Havilland
Houshanou, Spirit of the Wastes
... and because she was feeling left out, I've also decided to include my littlest OC, Squire Phoebe Woods (aged 4).
Here we go!
A - Adonato, Alpha, Amata, Ants, Appalachia, Arcade, Arthur
B - Beauty, Beckett, Benny, Big Daddy, Blue, Brotherhood, Butch
C - Casino, Child, Citadel, Coat, Commonwealth, Cousins, Covert
D - Dad, Danse, Darnell, DeMarco, Dinosaur, Drawings, Dreams
E - Early, Eleri, Elle, Encampment, Enclave, Enthusiasm, Eyebot
F - Fence, Firepower, Followers, Forest, Fox, Freddie, Future
G - Galaxy, Gardener, Golden, Goodsprings, Greer, Guitar, Gum Drops
H - Harpers Ferry, (de) Havilland, Help, Hero, Hopkins, Hoplon, House
I - Immunity, Imprisoned, Independent, Ink, Iodine, Iona, Institute
J - Jacobstown, Journalist, Joy, Judgment, Jump, June, Justice
K - K-9, Karma, Killer, Kin, Kindness, Kings, Kiss
L - Lewisburg, Liberty, Lily, Lonely, Loving, Loyalty, Lyons
M - Medic, Megaton, Melee, Meteorology, Minutemen, Mojave, Mothman
N - Name, Nature, NCR, Negotiation, Nightmares, Nuka-Cola, Numbers
O - Oasis, Oliver, Omerta, Only, Ophelia, Outcasts, Overboss
P - Peggy, Peter, Platinum, Power Armor, Protectrons, Prydwen, Purity
Q - Quantum, Quarrel, Quartz, Queen, Quest, Questions, Quinlan
R - Radscorpions, Railroad, Raquel, Research, Responders, Rouche, Runaway
S - Saloon, Sanctuary, Scorched, Scribe, Squire, Steel, Super Mutants
T - Team, Teddy, Television, Time, Trail, Trees, Tribe
U - Umbrella, Unauthorized, Underground, Unexplained, Uniform, Unknown, Untested
V - Vampires, Vault, Veronica, Vertibird, Victorious, Virginia, Vries
W - Warrior, Washington, Wedding, Whiskey, White Glove Society, Whitespring, Why?
X - X-Rated, X-Ray, Xeriscape, Excel, Exile, Exploration, Extraterrestrial
Y - Yard, Yawn, Yearning, Yes-Man, Yodel, Youngest, Yvonne
Z - Zealots, Zebra, Zeppelin, (Ground) Zero, Zero, Zeta, Zodiac
Finally, I was tagged by @theartofblossoming! Thank you dear one! I'm going to pass it on and tag... you, dear reader! Pick your favorite OC and see what the letters of the alphabet bring to mind for them. No obligation to join but if you feel moved, have fun <3
#my OCs#Fallout OCs#Fallout OC Alphabet meme#why did I pick like seven different people#omg send help#Margot de Havilland#Elle [Last Name Redacted]#Paladin Rex#Scribe Harper#Scribe Gwen Harper#Houshanou#Alice de Havilland#Squire Woods#Squire Phoebe Woods
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hmm hasnt been a while nor has it been too soon so i think its just right to post again, as you know my name is ash i work as a library assistant at the big brick building downtown smack near the town square, on the corner of 4th and B street. we are open from all hours, due to having a collage in town and some kids just need the space to do homework, and who hasn't done an essay for most your grade the night before?
and its in those nights that i work, and where this story takes place. i was working my normally 10 pm till 7 am. sometimes its longer but not that night, that was a blessing, so it started when i noticed that the lights every so often would flicker and that means one of two things, one the main power generator is going out and needs to be restarted. or it means that the building is haunted and i suspect it may be both but more the first one. so i paused my work and put aside the yellow papers and take a emergency flashlight and i walk through the empty library to the back generator. i noticed that the main silver generator the one thats hard to miss because it has a room to its self was actually missing. i paused to think if we even had one to begin with ... no we did i remember that my boss told me to kick it to work. like most things in the library they break and sometimes go missing but the whole ass generator? i sighed and closed the door making my way down to the boiler room saying hello to benny we chat for a bit while we have a break and for the next hour or less there was nothing wrong with the power. which was surprising we had no generator.
i wrote a small note on white paper to recheck on the generator later but then tossed it away if it would come back it would. later around 2 am when benny went home and i was alone a visitor came in i was 2:05 i know because i was watching YouTube on my phone and looked up to see a very tall man in a bowler cap and tanned long trench coat standing above me at the desk holding a book out to me. i took it and pulled out my yellow paper and fountain pen and looked up to get his name but he was gone? and why did he have an umbrella we haven't had rain in 3 months its summer after all... i shrugged and opened the blank book, nothing on the cover and on the inside the story was told backward and each word was also backwards. the end was dne eht and wow it hurt my head to wrap around and so i closed it wrote a note on my white paper and walked the book to the bosses office slipping it in the mail box near his door. well what ever it was its not mine now.
the nagging feeling, like something was tugging at your mind, like a slow drip of a faucet you forgot to turn off. i tapped my fingers and looked around the clock on the wall said 4:58 am and i was off shift in two hours why did i feel like i forgot something, my papers where done i put them away down in the archives. i had vacuumed the carpets in the library and mopped the wood floors and dusted the forbidden books. i walked the library cat the lives in the walls and i even fed the thing in the attic so why do i feel like i forgot something... i was pacing now walking though the different stacks of books with a sigh i sit back down and and stare at the blank white note papers. i reach into the note stack and grab my last five.
1. take the goat in meeting room 3 to the zoo
i had done that yesterday and his new name is sammy evergreen he likes pets and small kids.
2. make sure to mop the salt water from the kids section
i had done that yesterday near the end of my shift and it turns out a book was leaking so i put it in a bag.
3. bring the stack of red papers to the boss
boss wasnt there so i stapled them and put them in his box
4. check the small boy in the bathroom
oh no i forgot about the crying boy in the bathroom upstairs and in the bathroom near the space section.
i walked up the stairs forgetting number five as i made my way quickly past the hole in the ceiling with stars falling down gently into the other hole in the floor... yeah the space section was currently under construction. i opened up the bathroom and saw the kid in a ball under the sink munching on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from here it looked like raspberry with no seeds. so as i was about to say hello the boy rushed passed me and ran out into the library
and thats what happed yesterday sometimes i see the boy out of the corner of my eye and between feeding the cat in the walls i leave sandwiches for him too.
well anyway i have to go back to work now
see you next time you come to the library
- ash
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@memaidraws said: One for the ring-a-ding man?
He can’t shake the desert off his back. Like a mother, she calls for him, her voice riding on the night wind.
For a moment, he thinks he will call out to her. But then he closes the window and goes to sleep.
#benny#fnv#falloutedit#benny gecko#*edits*#memaidraws#experimenting w/ edits#hope you like it!!!#oscar will forever b one of my main hcs for the ben-man#also in a biblical sense#benjamin's name comes from benoni#which means son of my sorrow/pain#which is p fucking awful lmao#not to mention benjamin being referred to as the lord's dearest#basically benjamin paralleling benny in terms of house's favor#idk man#i like symbolism
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Benni boi and Season 2...
MY BABY...
MY BOY...
MY EVERYTHING...
OHHHHH Where to start with my adorable man.
actually there is only one place TOO Start...
fucking
MOO 🐄
i loved Ben and Eloise this season so much more than last season... the mirroring of their stories with the lower class... the working class and them feeling like imposters... it was just beautiful. I loved that he was support of his sister, that he was there for her and always the one to escort her in the room. he was her big brother... and it was beautiful to see.
I loved seeing Eloise with high Benedict and admiring his work... and just being impressed.
I loved their chat at the end and he was there to help her through the ball at the end. that they danced together first in the harmony dance... and the way he offered her his arm and just was like "steady"
and then Benedict to Anthony "what if Eloise is named Diamond" like Benedict totally could see it happening and had to tease Anthony over it... Benedict believes in his sister.
I am FUMING that we didn't get more of Benedict dancing with hyacinth, it's a blink and you miss it moment but he dances with her...
Benedict and Colin... Colin giving him the tea and just watching as Benedict nearly ODs himself on the tea... and the FatWit comment... that is one of my favourite moments of the season and i love Fatwit and I will be adopting that in my everyday life... and fics so i apologise... but its happening...
Arty Benni boy shouting at the window and nearly falling out of it... was just fucking perfection... i love how happy he was and then just crashed... it was perfect and beautiful and i loved every single moment of high Benedict...
but
the fucking SPEECH...
MY GOD MY OVARIES...
I NEARLY DIED.
LIKE FUCK ME
If i ever thought i could not love Benni more... he fucking says THAT...
like poet Benedict... didn't know i needed that...now i need it like I need air...
he felt so raw and perfect... and just understood what it meant in that moment and honestly...
then him with Tessa...
the way he was just up for posing. Benni boi was just horny on the main... but the way I SCREAMED at my TV when he stripped and it cut away as he was taking his breeches off...
but then...
SOME SWEET GOD, gave me Benedict's beautiful toned 🍑
I swear my heart stopped beating and I was feral.
if i had been alone in the house i swear the scream that would have left my mouth... honestly...
it's just... that was art.
the man is an artist and beautiful and a work of art...
but the sheer crushing sensation of him finding out about what his brother had done... all be it misguided and Benedict knows that... it's made him question his entire identity and it could not be more perfect for my queen to come in and inspire him again.
A&B's dynamic was just perfect. I loved Anthony going to his brother for advice was just adorable. I loved the way Anthony complimented Benedict in the end and tried to thank him for his help and honestly...
I want more A&B next season...
I am feral for Benedict... even more so now... and I am sorry for the person I am going to be...
but all aboard the good ship Benni... destination... My Cottage and Season 3! (I HOPE)
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STALK CAPTURE POSSESS (Aka Secure Contain Protect) -----Rules And Requests Open----- Yandere SCP/Doctors/Guards (Headcanons/Oneshots/Scenarios)
SUMMARY
Any SCP
Any Doctor
Any Guard
All Yandere and They WILL Have their Darlings Stalk Capture Possess
Title:
Rules And Requests Opens
Chapter:
Hello My Sexy Readers, I am doing A Deep Dive Into SCP Foundation and that means this was bound to Happen. First I will be transferring all oneshots, headcanons, base headcanons, mini series, scenarios, and such for anything SCP over to this now onto the rules.
-----RULES-----
No Sex Scenes with SCP or Reader or OCS under the age of eighteen
No Gate Keeping
Do Not Take These updates serious they are fiction and are just entertainment
No Bullying
Not A TON Of Blood and Gore
No Detailed Rape (I may do reluctance and drugged but in the end of the day it is not hands down rape Darling consents it on some level)
Be Pleasant
-Base Headcanons-
(Vote for as many numbers as you want for seeing their base headcanons and if I did not add a scp or doctor you want feel free to write all of them in the comment bellow or if you are on my tumblr my ask box)
1: Dr. Jack Bright
2: Dr. Simon Glass
3: Dr. Alto Clef
4: Dr. Gears
5: Dr. Iceberg
6: Benjamin Kondraki
7: SCP-014
8: SCP-035 Possessive Mask
9: SCP-049 Plague Doctor
10: SCP-049-J The moron Plague Doctor (As I call him)
11: SCP-073 Cain
12: SCP-076 Able
13: SCP-079 Old AI
14: SCP-096 Shy Guy
15: SCP-106 The Old Man
16: SCP-173 The Sculpture
17: SCP-682 Big indubitable lizard
18: SCP- 939 Voice One (can't remember)
19: SCP-993 The Clown
20: SCP-999 Tickle Monster
21: SCP-1486 Benny the f up baby
22: SCP-2030 Laugh guy XD (as I call him)
(Once again voting for them with help very very much on what they are base like now moving onto headcanons as base headcanons are only with gender neutral reader)
-Headcanons-
So you can ask for any type of headcanons with any SCP Any doctor any guard even ones I did not mention
for example
Headcanons With SCP-035 X Female Immune Reader
Headcanons With SCP-049 X Male Straight Patient Reader
Headcanons With SCP-076 X Non binary Bisexual Immortal Reader
Headcanons With SCP-073 X Genderfluid Pansexual Chef Reader
(As such you can choose gender and sexuality for headcanons BUT It does not stop their!)
Stalker Jack Bright X Married Female Reader
Therapist Dr. Simon Glass X SCP Safe class Male Reader
Husband Dr. Alto Glef X Researcher Genderfluid Spouse Reader
(As you can see you can add anything really and make it even more deep dive than it already is)
-Scenarios That you Can Vote on!-
(This section of Scenarios will be able to vote on the one bellow the numbers will be make your own add as many characters that I mention or not yet for you all to enjoy!]
A: Meeting them and what happen after mini series basically when they first saw you through everything they do to or for you to the end where they make you theirs by force or courtship (List the yanderes you want for this) (Male or Female Or Genderfluid or Non Binary?) (Sexuality?)
B: Forced Pregnancy/Breeding/Mating (List the yanderes you want for this) (Male or Female Or Genderfluid or Non Binary?) (Sexuality) (If male on male Mpreg?)
C: Doctor Reader put to help the SCP the SCP(S) get very attached) (List the yanderes you want for this) (Male or Female Or Genderfluid or Non Binary?) (Sexuality)
D: How they react to you being married? (List the yanderes you want for this) (Male or Female Or Genderfluid or Non Binary?) (Sexuality)
E: Fantasy a life with you were it is the main dream if they were not stuck their and could be with you (List the yanderes you want for this) (Male or Female Or Genderfluid or Non Binary?) (Sexuality)
-Scenarios-
(Now these again you can put as many yanderes doctors or scps or guards to them but it is going to be you making up a scenario)
F-1: Put here .....
One Shots
At this point we cannot do a lot of Readers in one shots that are smutty
but you can have Marie and Mark and Michelle as OC in the place Marie and Mark get done the quickest
Can be anything though
[Comment bellow and Stay sexy but once AGAIN If you are On My Tumblr please put in the ask box I am 100% likely to see that compared to the comments your Requests stay sexy everyone!]
#yandere#yandere various#yandere scp#yandere scp foundation#yandere x reader#yandere x oc#OC#Marie Oc#OC mark#michelle oc#reader#yandere headcanons#yandere one shots#yandere scenarios#yandere mini series#mini series#scenarios#one shots#headcanons#base headcanons#scp#SCP Foundation#various#various x reader#scp x reader#scp x oc#various x oc#scp foundation x oc#scp foundation x reader
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TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT
COUPLE BENNY WATTS X READER
RATING SWEET
I stood as I often did beside the area folding a thousand of the same green, black, and grey shirts, black and blue jeans and various boxer shorts from our laundry and of course my clothes too. I looked over across our little basement apartment spotting Benny sat in his battered leather chair sitting under the little light, his mess of hair out of place where he'd showered and just let it dry naturally, his black t shirt hugging him, his chains across his chest, his hand on his chin as he focused intently on the book in his hand, his jeans tight as usual his belt somewhere I didn't know his bare feet sat on our cold basement floor.
"Benny?" I asked as I folded one of his grey shirts
"Ummmm?" He groans not even looking up from his book
"Can I ask you something?"
"One minute" he says still not looking up, I waited a minute or so and he put his bookmark in the page shutting the book up "what's up pumpkin?"
"May I be rude?"
"I think so. You have only got three of those left this month but fire away"
"Why do you dress like a goth cowboy?"
"I don't know" he shrugs
"Benny, come on"
"I do not like spending alot of money on clothes so most of what I wear is hand me down stuff or just stuff I got cheap" he explained "I kinda just thought my style was chess themed really"
"Kinda. That's why we have a chess board rug and bedding"
"To be fair I didn't buy that bedding you bought that bedding when you moved in with me"
"It fit the aesthetic"
"... Yes. I have been dating you six years and I still don't know what that word means"
"I like using words you don't understand, makes me feel smart."
"Your smart pumpkin. I would not have dated you if you were an idiot"
"No?"
"I don't like the blank girls there useless, your basically dating a doll up doll with a voice box who takes your money"
"I think it has something to do with upbringing" I said as I returned my focus to the laundry
"What does?"
"The way you dress. Was your dad a cowboy and your mum a goth?" I asked
".... No. Other way around actually"
"Really?"
"Yeah, my mum grew up on a farm in maine my dad was a new york city bar owner who hosted pagan covens every other Tuesday"
"Hu. Cowgirl and a goth man. That does explain you… way more than it should to be honest Benny" I giggled taking the laundry to our bedroom "you were kinda scary when we first met"
"How so?" He asks following me to the bedroom
"You turned up to our first date in black boots, black jeans, a green button down, black trench coat, a knife and a cowboy hat."
"Yeah? It's my second favorite outfit?"
"To a blind date in a new york and you wonder why I was a little scared?"
"I wasn't gonna murder you."
"Thank you Benny very reassuring" I giggled "why did you bring a knife on our first date?"
"Incase I needed it" he says helping with the laundry as I had been putting all his clothes just in a pile for him "and it's a conversation starter"
"And then taking said date back to your serial killer basement apartment"
"Okay I admit it was kinda serial killer ish. Before you moved in"
"I un serial killered the place" I giggled
"You added a lovely ladies touch. And I'm sure you will to wherever we get moved too"
"Of we can find somewhere we agreed on"
"All I said Is I want an on suite and a driveway that can't be that hard"
"You'd be surprised when you refuse to live outside of new york, and what is your obsession with on suites Benny?"
"A having a shower in a living room is fun now because I get to watch you shower but it's impractical"
"And so unsanitary"
"B our bedroom is here, the toilet is over there in that room. You can tell you have never attempted to walk that distance at three am with an erection"
"Like the time you tripped on the box for the bookshelf you hadn't put together yet and ended up breaking that bone in your foot"
"Precisely. That and then we have a nice little space that's all ours especially after… you know"
"After what?"
"After..." he smirked, giving me a cuddle "we get married and have a little baby girl."
"Not till we've moved Benny"
"I know pumpkin" he says, kissing my cheek "coffee?"
"Yeah alright," I smiled so he went making come coffee and I gathered up the laundry on the floor into my basket I just emptied being quick as he was distracted to steal his kimono slipping it in my basket and heading to the Machine "when we move can I have a kitten?"
"No. We've talked about this it'll knock my chess stuff over" he explained as I loaded the machine
"What about a puppy?"
"Will you walk it everyday?"
"We will walk it everyday. Together. Maybe while we push a pram too"
"And what do we do with the puppy when we need to fly to France or new mexico?"
"... Dog sitter?"
"Nope"
"What about a fish?"
"I'm not paying for food and tank maintenance for a damn decoration"
"A hamster?"
"There nocturnal so you'll never see it"
"A bunny?"
"Maybe. I'll think about it pumpkin. What are you doing?" He stopped noticing what I was doing instantly stealing his kimono back before I could put it on the machine
"Benny. You have to let me wash it at some point. I haven't washed it in three months."
"It's not dirty?"
"You dropped coffee on it yesterday"
"So?"
"You walk around naked in it"
"So?"
"It was laid on our bed and we had sex on it the other night"
"It's not dirty"
"Benny you either hand me that to put it in the washing machine or I throw you and it on the bathtub and wash you by hand"
"Maybe I want my little girlfriend to give me a nice bath"
"This would not be sexy. It would be functional"
"Your mean to me" he pouts handing it over
"Because I love you" I smiled giving him a kiss
"Love you too pumpkin"
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Out of the Fire (Part one)
Title: Out Of The Fire (Part one)
Fandom: Supernatural AU
Main Characters series: Reader, Lieutenant Firefighter!Dean Winchester, Lawyer!Sam Winchester, Jessica Winchester (Moore), Nurse!Lisa Braeden (Formerly Winchester), Ben Braeden-Winchester, Harper Winchester (OFC), Charlie Bradbury, Firefighter!Benny Lafitte, Firefighter!Jo Harvelle, Firefighter!Castiel Novak, Claire Novak, Mechanic!John Winchester, Firefighter Captain!Ellen Harvelle, Mechanic!Bobby Singer, Doctor!Arthur Ketch, Nick Vaught and many more!
Pairings: Dean x Reader (eventual), Dean x Lisa (past), Reader x Nick (past), Lisa x Ketch (current), Sam x Jessica (current)
Word count: ±2500 words
Series summary: A slow burn romance. Reader is trying to get away from her troubled past and start fresh; a new name, new town, new friends, and a new job. A clean slate. After years of planning and saving, she is able to open her own business. With the help of her best friend and business partner, Charlie Bradbury, and her new flirty firefighter friend, she is hopeful, even when disaster strikes and her past threatens to catch up with her years later.
Part one summary: Fire erupts and engulfs her beloved business, but something arises from the ashes and ignites a new desire.
Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fire or mentions of fire, fluff (so much fluff), angst, eventual smut, mutual pining, alcohol abuse, alcohol intoxication, mentions of domestic abuse (physical, verbal), mentions of miscarriage, mentions of adultery/cheating, mentions of death, dangerous or life threatening situations, stress, descriptions of injuries, blood, hospital scenes, character death.
Author’s note: This is my first series and my first attempt at an Supernatural AU. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. I will try to release new chapters at a timely fashion, but as we all know, life sometimes gets in the way.
A special thank you to @that-one-gay-girl and @deanwanddamons for being the wonderful beta’s that you are! Your feedback is always appreciated! Check out their awesome work and spread some love!
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Thank you and let’s enjoy this ride together!!
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It was so hot… Why was it so hot? And why was it so hard to breathe?
You stirred from your position on the tile floor, the long lashes of your (Y/E/C) eyes fluttering lightly as you woke. The first thing you registered was the intensity of the heat that surrounded you, quickly followed by the tightness of your chest as you struggled to take a deep breath. A vicious cough ripped through you with the effort, your throat raw.
You winced, your face scrunching with discomfort. You stirred again, needing to get up and move, to get away from the threatening heat, but your body protested with the effort. Your head was hammering, your brain pounding against your skull with every forceful beat of your heart.
What the hell happened?
You groaned as you brought a hand to your head, feeling something damp and slick against your skin. Blood. You forced your eyes open despite their heaviness, a futile attempt to gather your bearings; you couldn't see much through the thick, black smoke that hung in the air around you. Another cough tore from your lungs and stung your throat.
Fuck. That hurt.
You sucked in a rigid breath, wheezing as the smoke filtered in through your lungs. Get up! Move! You needed to get moving and find a source of fresh air, find somewhere safe, and quickly, before the smoke suffocated you and the flames consumed your body.
You scanned your surroundings swiftly, trying desperately to make every second count. Red hot flames licked the southwestern walls of the building on your right, engulfing everything that stood too close. That was where your office had been located, meaning the exit would be behind you, to the northeast. However, the counter separated you from your freedom, standing tall and stretching out and into the north wall, obstructing your path. The layout would force you to find another way around and take up so much of your precious time.
Rolling off your back and onto your belly, you supported your weight with your elbows and knees, making a point to stay as low to the ground as possible. You forced yourself to move, driven onward by adrenaline and the sheer will to survive. You were not going to die like this.
You army crawled through the rubble and debris that was once your beloved café, ignoring the way it made your heart clench with sorrow. Now was not the time to grieve. You needed to stay focused. Your life, literally, depended on it.
There was a loud crash somewhere in the distance - perhaps it was the ceiling caving in from structural damage, you weren't entirely sure - but the sound of it was startling and shook the floor beneath you, causing you to instinctively freeze and cradle your head, bracing yourself for impact.
A small yelp of surprise escaped from your throat as your body trembled with fear. You couldn't move, your muscles refusing to cooperate even though your brain screamed at you to do so.
There was another crash, much closer this time, as the flames ate away pieces of your heart and soul; all the years of hard work, burning to ash. You'd put everything into that little café, and now it was, quite literally, falling in around you. A ceiling beam landed in front of you , engulfed by flames and blocking your path.
You jerked back and shielded your face from the inferno with your arms, the skin burning from the intense heat. "Oh god," You cried out without realizing it, any hope of escape beginning to slip away. Tears filled your eyes and spilled over your lashes, streaming down your soot-covered cheeks as dread began to creep its way in.
Just breath, stay calm, you're okay, you told yourself, trying to prevent the lingering panic attack. You exhaled slowly, struggling to remain calm, willing the tears away. You banished them from your face with a swipe of your hand as you searched for another way out. With your back pressed against the counter to try and ground yourself, you pictured the floorplan around you in your head, trying to reassess where you were and which direction to go.
The kitchen. There was an employee exit through the kitchen. Changing direction and crawling back the way you came, you began your frantic crawl toward the swinging metal door. Your limbs felt like concrete as you forced yourself to move, and even though your vision started to get spotty and dark around the edges, making you feel nauseous, you kept on going, putting one arm in front of the other.
Just a little further. Don’t give up! But it was so hot, and you were so, so tired...
Just then, when you thought you weren't going to make it in time, you heard it… the most beautiful thing in the world.
"Anyone in here?!" He called out, his voice booming out over the roar of the flames. You could see the beam from his flashlight strapped to his shoulder, even through the thick wall of smoke. "Y/N?! Answer me, sweetheart!"
Your heart swelled with hope again as you recognized the man who was searching for you. Even though he sounded muffled through the oxygen mask covering his handsome face, you would recognize that voice anywhere.
It was Dean.
Dean, the firefighter you've grown so fond of these past few weeks, was here to save you.
You shifted on the floor and craned your neck to try and see him. "D-Dean! I-" A harsh cough interrupted you, "I'm he-here!" You cried out, your voice hoarse from the smoke. You went into another coughing fit, this one much rougher and longer than the others. You gasped for air, your lungs tight and constricting in your chest.
"I hear you, (Y/N)!" You heard him quickly respond, his voice gaining in volume as he grew closer. "Guys, over here!" He called out to the rest of the crew before following your voice. "I'm coming, sweetheart! Just hang on for me!"
"De-" You tried again, but your voice gave out. Your eyes grew heavy from exhaustion, and your body began to shake with the exertion and lack of fresh oxygen. Your head spun and your vision blurred as Dean came into view, the counter dividing the two of you.
In one effortless move, you watched through droopy lids as Dean vaulted over the counter and landed on the other side, his heavy boots thudding against the tile. He was now only an arm’s length away from you. You wanted to reach out for him, to touch him and make sure that he was actually there. But your limbs wouldn’t cooperate, feeling like stone at your sides.
He crouched down beside you and gripped your hand tightly as if reading your mind. His glove was thick and rough against your palm, but the material didn’t dampen the emotion or firmness that Dean put into the reassuring gesture.
With apprehensive, yet determined emerald eyes, he quickly assessed your body for any obvious injuries that would raise concern, ones that could be worsened or become life-threatening if he were to move you. He must have been satisfied with his examination, the look in his eye becoming slightly more hopeful.
His actions were rushed yet calculated as he removed his red lieutenant helmet, the mask quick to follow. His hair was tousled and sticking up in odd places. If this were any other, less dire situation and you were able to speak, you would have teased him about the messy heap on his head.
You heard one of the other firemen protest his actions, warning Dean that it was against protocol to remove his mask and put himself, and in turn everyone else, in more danger. "Fuck the protocol." Dean shot back over his shoulder sternly as he slipped the mask over your head, his large hands surprisingly delicate and gentle, even through the rough material of his gloves.
"There you go, sweetheart," He said a bit softer, turning his attention back to you. "That's it. Nice, deep breaths for me." He coaxed, nodding his head. "Good girl." He flashed you a brief, yet dazzling smile as you inhaled, following his instructions.
Your body rejoiced as the purest form of oxygen-filled your lungs, easing the tension inside of your chest, only momentarily. You struggled to keep your eyes open and focused on the beautiful man above you, his forest green eyes filled with so much concern. "Good girl," You heard him coo again, securing the helmet back onto his head.
The building creaked and groaned, threatening them with another collapse. Dean glanced up at the ceiling, his experience telling him that their time had been cut in half. You felt his large hands on your body as he scooped you into his strong arms, protectively holding you against his chest.
"I've got you." He muttered assumingly, trying to keep you calm as he rose to his full height, lifting you with ease. He scanned the surroundings, and you saw a hint of a frown tug at his lips, noticing the scowl on his brow. The fire was closing in, limiting his options and growing hotter by the second.
You made a motion toward the only exit available, lifting a shaky hand to point him in the right direction, and Dean seemed to have noticed your silent instruction. His eyes followed your finger, darting to the window on the metal door that framed the kitchen. He nodded before letting the others know, directing them to head back out through the front. They hesitated only briefly, knowing they’re not supposed to leave anyone alone, before following Dean's lead, trusting their lieutenant's judgment.
The experienced firefighter moved with determined strides, having wasted enough time as more of the building began to collapse down around the pair of you. There was a crack, and a loud pop from the ceiling as the building shifted again. The fireman shielded you as a few clusters of hot debris and flames fell from above, protecting you from the fire. One of the balls landed and burst onto his shoulder, the flames licking at his face. He shrugged it off with a low grunt, gritting his teeth through the sting of his cheek.
He refocused and took three large steps toward the kitchen, his heavy boots crunching the rubble beneath his feet as he closed the distance to freedom. Using his foot to force open the door, he let out a breath of relief, grateful to find that the exit was still a clear shot.
Despite the combined weight of his bulky gear, the oxygen tank strapped to his back, and the extra body cradled in his arms, Dean made good time and jogged toward the sizable steel door, determined to get you to safety.
Once again, he grunted through clenched teeth and lifted his powerful leg, the sole of his thick boot connecting with the push bar. The force of the impact caused it to swing swiftly on its hinges and crash against the brick wall.
Smoke billowed out from the now open door as Dean rushed out into the alley behind the café, sucking down gulps of fresh air. He grunted and coughed, staggering briefly before correcting himself. You wanted to ask him if he was okay, wanted to comfort your rescuer, but couldn't seem to find your voice.
The nighttime air was cool against your overheated skin, despite being this close to the fire, and it made you shudder in Dean's arms, goosebumps rising over your sensitive flesh. The firefighter shifted you in his strong arms, getting a better, more comfortable hold. Your head was nuzzled in the crook of his arm, giving you a perfect view of his handsome face.
Flashing red and blue lights bounced off the brink surrounding you and lit up Dean’s face, highlighting his strongest features. You’d never seen anything quite like it, but then again, you’d never been this exhausted before. Surely your head was playing tricks? You gazed up at him in awe, studying the determination that hardened his usual gentle features. His face was dirty with soot and darkened by the smoke, covering the freckles that normally adorned the bridge of his nose. His jaw was lined with stubble, emphasizing just how strong it was. There was a noticeable red patch on his cheek, the skin irritated and angry from the burn.
You were vaguely aware of the familiar, yet frantic, voice of your best friend and business partner, Charlie Bradbury. Her voice, regardless of its urgency, was drowned out by the sirens, fire hoses, and roaring flames behind you.
Sleep was beginning to linger at the forefront of your mind, tugging firmly and trying to force you into the blissful darkness of unconsciousness. You struggled to keep your eyes open, not wanting to give up the extraordinary view before you. But, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t keep them open any longer, and your (Y/E/C) eyes fluttered shut, despite your best efforts to keep them open and on the face of your rescuer.
You could hear the muffled voices of your redheaded friend and the first responders that surrounded you, specifically Dean and Charlie, but you couldn't quite make out what was being said, the drowsiness making it hard to stay focused. You felt yourself being moved, and the noise died down drastically as you were lifted and strapped down to something solid yet oddly comfortable as you fought to stay awake.
You peaked your eyes open, although they burned from all the smoke, you fought through the sting in search of your rescuer, but was met instead with the inside of an ambulance. It was bright, and the fluorescent light hurt your sensitive eyes.
Something warm and made of thick wool was draped over your body, stealing your attention. You refocused and spotted the green eyes you had been desperate to find. You never broke his gaze as the fireman's mask was removed and replaced by a much smaller one. You grabbed at his hand desperately when he shifted to leave, desperate to have him near.
His eyes dropped to where your hand touched his, and his expression softened almost instantly at your attempt to stop him, his large hand embracing yours. “They’re gonna take real good care of you, sweetheart.” He assured, his affectionate gaze turning back to you as he offered you a closed-lip smile. You could hear Charlie’s voice, sounding somewhere close by, but you couldn’t concentrate on anyone other than your hero.
Your vision darkened around the edges, and your grip on consciousness was growing weak. Your hand loosened from Dean’s grasp and fell limp as your eyes fluttered shut. “I’m right behind ya.” He promised as the paramedics ushered him out so they could get moving. His voice was the last thing you heard before the ambulance doors slammed shut, and the darkness of unconsciousness took over.
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