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oh! my nephew stayed here last night, and he told me that his grandma's partner - the most annoying, conceited, boring man I have ever met - said he doesn't like it that I always contradict him :)
I've met this guy maybe... 5-10 times total? and every time he manages to say something even more stupid than the last! it's almost impressive! like, he thinks he knows everything. and no one ever says anything, they just let him talk because it's not worth it (I know that because almost every one of them has told me this).
but I get too pissed off when it's something I care about. and I'm an adult now, I can talk back to shitty adults, I don't give a fuck.
anyway, I just think it's absolutely hilarious that he feels that way and now I'll do it even more often :) it's very fun when I ask him what his sources are for what he's saying and he just stammers some bullshit and tries to say that's not the point (pretty sure it's 100% telegram and tik tok, because that's the kind of useless old guy he is).
#some fun recent examples include... my niece gave back my rainbow high doll. he saw it and commented that it's disgusting that dolls#sexualise little girls like that because of crop tops and high heels and makeup and garter belts. what the fuck man. no one is sexualising#anything except YOU#that's a fashion doll. meant to be like 15. wearing fun pretty clothes and colourful makeup. if you look at that and think oh that's#too sexy. then I'm sorry but that's YOUR problem#(and garter belts??? it was some decoration hanging off her skirt what the fuck.)#he didn't like it when I said that no one ever says toys for boys have to be good role models :)#got realllly pissy when I wouldn't stop :) like hello dude you know there's something you can do if you don't want anyone to respond to your#fucking bullshit right? it's called THINKING. just keep that shit in your head#I'll keep doing this until he no longer wants to say dumb shit when I'm around :) (so. forever probably. but he's old he'll die before me so#it'll be fine).#oh and one time he tried to convince us that regular people in the UK are better off since Brexit. hello? dude you don't speak a damn word#of English. you barely know how to order a drink or something. how the fuck would you know#it drives me insane. he couldn't be any more mediocre and stupid if he tried. yet he thinks he's the greatest person ever#can't fucking stand him#and men like him in general. (yes it is only ever men. women like my mother are similar but they're never this fucking sure of their shitty#opinions.)#(in fact they usually give up way too easily. in my experience at least.)
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Valeria Garza HC.s Pt. 2
(Random HC's again, no particular order, mainly relationship, I would say.)
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♤ This woman wears boxers. She's wears them 2 ways. She wears tighter ones under her clothes as underwear obviously, and secondly, she will wear looser ones for shorts with nothing under them like they are shorts but going commando.
♤ If she likes you she is less quick to anger when and if you are doing something stupid. If she doesn't like you, she will yell or scream at you so easily. She has a TEMPER.
♤ She is 100% the person to watch you fall or trip and laugh at you. You do it in a funny way to and she will buckle over with her hands on her knees and point at you and laugh hysterically. If she really cares about you she will help you up after she's done laughing.
♤ Will swear at you in Spanish if she's putting bandaids on you, lecturing you for falling or doing whatever got you hurt. She cares but she's frustrated about it.
♤ This is probably obvious but she SWEARS. Under her breath, out loud, Spanish, English, anything. Frustrated? Swearing. Laughing at you? She will call you a 'fucking idiot' in the most loving way possible.
♤ Does she drink? Yes. She drinks anything she likes straight over ice. She 100% believes that's the only way to drink. She won't tell make fun of the way other people drink unless they start it.
♤ She doesn't play games, but if you sit next to her she will look over your shoulder to watch you while she asks a million questions about what you are doing and the game. Once she gets it though? She will start telling you what to do and where to go. "NO NO go LEFT."
♤ Valeria is somehow effortlessly good at most things. You wanna try tennis? She's wearing her normal clothes and will best your ass in it without breaking a sweat. Has she played tennis before? No. But she beat your ass.
♤ She doesn't wear hugely feminine clothes. Dresses? No. Skirts? Fuck no. The most feminine thing she owns are bras and they are bland. Skin color or black that's IT.
♤ She is confident and secure with herself. I mean why shouldn't she be? Every woman and man she's ever wanted she got. She's good at flirting and she's beautiful and she knows it.
♤ Valeria isn't an animal person, I don't see her liking cats because they remind her too much of her own stubborn self. Dogs? To dependent on her for attention, she's too busy to train and deal with a dog or a cat.
♤ She loves cold and foggy days, finds them more beautiful then hot sunny days. She loves traveling to somewhere where the whole place is trees with brightly colored leaves. She likes summer don't get me wrong, but she loves the look of fall.
♤ She has a love hate relationship with beaches, loves laying in the sun, hates sand. She hates sand with a passion.
♤ Valeria has issues with arguing, like she has been in relationships before and they all turned out terribly in different ways. She hates arguing but she also is stubborn and struggles to see things not in her own view. She will try to change this but sometimes she's trying her best and she just wants to keep you safe.
♤ Valeria is a slight heath nut, I'm not saying she's vegan or anything but she 1000% makes sure to eat greens. She does drink hot coffee, sodas, energy drinks, ect. She also drinks water bottles with the little single packets of electrolyte mix in them.
♤ I feel like Valeria may own a cartel and houses, cars, etc. To run said cartel, but she barely owns anything herself. Where she lives? Decorated with fake plants to make it feel lived in but no personal things she collects. She has a beautiful place to live, but it feels like a showhouse, clean and decorated nicely, but after that, it's just how she had someone else decorate it for her.
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#mw2 valeria x reader#valeria garza x fem!reader#valeria mw2#valeria cod#valeria garza#valeria garza cod#valeria garza x reader#valeria garza x you#cartel mommy
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Hi I'm brazilian, sorry if my english is wrong. But I can order a yan with a sweet wizard boy where he lives in a house made of candy and attracts people for him to devour, I don't know if you've read the story of the brother grimms, of Hansel and Gretel (or Br: João e Maria). How about this concept?
I'm so sorry but I struggled with this one so bad, I made so many versions of this but always fucked up at the candy house part 💀 (I couldn't imagine how to write the reader getting inside, or even finding it even though it was supposed to be the most obvious part lmao) It's very short 👉👈
Also lmao your English is great boo, welcome to the candy store, thank you for sharing with me this idea! It was actually pretty funny how challenging I thought it was X'D
TW/Tags: a little sadistic/more dehumanizing yandere // mentions of: weird/abusive family dynamics; cannibalism; drugging; kidnapping; gore; severed body parts; the usual yandereness although without the soft/lovey fluff I usually write // delusional (he is as sweet as someone who who eats humans could be- I want to write more but I kept messing up so much I died ⚰️)
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Pumpkin Pie [Yandere!M!Cannibal!Wizard/Witch x GN!Reader - Scenario (?)]:
You were having tea inside a colorful house, your vision was very blurry and your ears felt clogged, and to make things harder to understand there was a heavy and pretty mixed up smell of sweets and candies, overwhelming your nostrils… You don't remember when or how you got in, or why, but the tea was nice so you kept drinking.
You were having a nice time with a stranger who you don't really remember the name of… He wore a weird suit for your town's weather, actually it was just off in general… But you thought it looked nice…
He smiled at you blissfully, clearly having a good time… You felt like you were having a good time as well… You like to think so.
Okay, to be honest you couldn't feel a single thing, your legs were numb and you felt like your head was way too heavy to move it around. You barely felt awake at all. So you just assumed it was probably a strange dream, after all you didn't know this man, right?!
He was talking to you… You didn't understand what he was saying, the smell of something tasty was being baked… Pumpkin pie maybe…? How long have you gone without one of those? Your father didn't like how much sugar you ate, so you were restricted to only a few sweets… But he probably wouldn't be mad about one slice of pumpkin pie, right?
The man patted your head endearingly as he smiled at you, he seemed to not care much about how you weren't paying attention at all… You thought that was sweet of him considering you were always considered an airhead by your family.
… Speaking of them- Shouldn't you go home soon? I mean, this is very pleasant and all but you don't remember how long you've been here and the things that happened beforehand feel like a blur… Your family had a curfew and you didn't want to get in trouble again for breaking it.
Ah, but what could you do? You were just so curious about the forest beside the mansion. You secretly hoped to see fairies or anything magical whenever you went there, ah, how wonderful it was to escape your responsibilities as middle child for at least a few moments.
Sure, your family was wealthy, a lot better than most people in town, but you wished you didn't have to stay inside all day… Your older siblings would get to work with the family mine business while your younger siblings got to play and study all day long, and you? You were sort of the second servant of the house, there were many expectations placed on you and not enough attention to your interests and dreams…
You already miss Ms. Bell, she is such a nice lady and sadly your only friend in a big almost always empty mansion. Actually, you're not even all that bothered about being a "second servant" because you actually like helping her out.
Ah, sweet Bell… She always told you to be careful out in the woods, people would often go missing, especially people who have zero expertise about finding their way in and out… Ms. Bell, always so caring and wise… If only your family listened to you more like she does…!
While you kept drifting into different topics inside your own head, your vision was starting to come back to you and your ears seemed to get better after a while… Your head was still very heavy and it aches as you look around and notice- This guy has a weird taste for decor! Seriously, there's candy everywhere!! Actually… Was everything MADE out of candy?! What the hell?
Wait, you can hear humming, you can hear him better now, he is singing a nice tune as he gets up and takes care of the pie in his oven.
"You're finally awake, or at least more awake now! I'm sorry for what happened before, the dose I gave you was probably too strong, I guess it is just a habit of mine. Please forgive me." The man said in a joyful way, smiling at you like he did before… His voice was familiar but nothing to really help you remember.
"I guess I haven't introduced myself properly, then again I didn't think you would make it this far- I don't know why but I couldn't bring myself to let you go to waste. You have a very sweet smell and I couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like." He acts as if what he said was a compliment, and you strangely enough nod your head, feeling a little dazed still.
Yeah… but, what was he talking about? This conversation was weird and it was starting to worry you a little bit.
He brought to the table you were sitting on his pie so it could cool down while you two chatted, and filled the table with a plate of muffins and another of small bread. They looked incredible!
"You can eat how many you like! Consider yourself my guest, it's actually very nice to have someone over after such a long time…" He sat down in front of you and started to pour you more tea.
"I think it's clear to see I don't really do this, well, my name is Zirick, and this is my house! Don't worry, I'm not mad about what you did earlier, it happens all the time! And of course, my house was pretty much made for it, ya know?"
You didn't understand what he meant, so you told him your name and apologized for not only not remembering what you did but also for doing something that would offend him.
"Oh Pumpkin, it's okay! It's my fault your head is as empty as my cup of tea- My spell was supposed to just knock you out but I guess it was a little too strong and in return made you lose a few memories! But don't worry it'll come back eventually…"
"What I'm talking about is that you stumbled around my land and… Well, after seeing my house you couldn't help but want to take a bite off my walls! But I fixed them already so that's fine."
What? He knocked you out with a spell?? For eating his walls?! That entire sentence didn't make sense to you, you would never randomly eat someone's walls!! Even if they were delicious and even if you… do remember snacking on them… a little bit…
Ugh your mind was a flurry of thoughts, it was like different ingredients being violently mixed together and not mixing well! (Heh, cake comparison! You sure he would have loved to hear that one).
Well, invading someone's property like that was not a good thing but you weren't sure if knocking them with a spell or two was a good way to deal with an intruder… Still, you apologized and said you were going to find a way to pay him for his sweet wall. He waved you off laughing to himself.
"Oh but human money is worthless to me, and besides you have already paid me- Oh! Speaking of which, I just have to make sure this pie tastes good- I would offer you but I don't think it would taste, little Pumpkin."
He started to cut himself a slice… It was very red and meaty for a "pumpkin" pie, yet it smelled like one to you… And to him too.
Your senses were starting to get to you, you started to feel worried as the man was staring at you expectantly, you looked around and saw a peppermint clock on the wall, it marked 10 and you were sure by the darkness outside the window it meant 10p.m. You tried to get up and excuse yourself, after all you needed to get home soon or your family would end up getting mad at you.
But before you could actually walk away, you fell hard into the ground. You noticed you weren't feeling your legs properly, that's because one of them was missing.
"Don't roll away now, you're my guest today, remember? And besides, how far can you go without help, silly?" Zirick came to your aid very quickly and helped you get back to the chair immediately.
You tried to push him away, you bit him, you slapped him and even tried to kick him with one leg- It didn't work, he still knew how to tranquilize you into going back to your dreamland…
"Shh… Ah, how sad. All my guests get like this… You're a little fiesty for such a sweet Pumpkin, but I somehow can't get enough of your company, perhaps when you wake we can start again…"
He licked his dirty, bloodied fork eagerly. Normally he would have turned you into a massive pie but he wasn't THAT hungry and surely just a leg would be enough, and you were adorable walking around in the woods like a little adventure! He couldn't help but trick you into coming closer and eating a piece of his house- He needed a reason to get you inside of course, an eye for an eye, as they would say.
He isn't sure how he'll go about this but he likes your company, especially when you're too dazed to have any inhibitions or sense of privacy when talking to him! He could hear you sleepily mumble for hours, you were just so sweet to talk to, and to taste!
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#yandere#yandere oc#choco stuff#a sweetheart asked:#yandere x reader#yandere cannibal#yandere wizard#yandere witch#yandere male#yandere male x reader#gn!reader#yandere!cannibal x reader#yandere!wizard x reader#special delivery request#special delivery scenarios#special delivery headcanons
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Guessing game: Farm
Context: a familial soulmates AU is happening to newly-decanted baby clone "Superman" and Ma and Pa "it's free alien baby" Kent.
The waitress comes back with the drinks and asks if they're ready to order, and then they have to actually read the menu. She leaves them to it. The Zesti does taste really good, but Superman has a hard time concentrating on the menu and barely resists the urge to glance up at Jonathan and Martha every five seconds.
"Oh, wait–can you read yet, kiddo, or do you need some help with that?" Jonathan asks with a faint frown as he glances up at him himself, and somehow the question doesn't sound judgmental at all.
Weird, Superman thinks again.
"Yeah," he says. "Um–Cadmus was educating me with information uploads. I didn't finish them, but I can read and write and do, like . . . well, some math, anyway. I got through trig and precalc, mostly. Uh, and some chemistry and biology. And, like, I can speak English and Spanish and a little Mandarin, and I know basic ASL. I don't think I'm actually as smart as they thought I was gonna be, though, some of it's kinda . . . confusing, to be honest? And they only ever showed me stuff once, I think they just thought I'd . . . you know, get it."
"You're two weeks old!" Martha says with an exasperated huff. "Those damn morons, you're gonna need a lot more than two weeks' worth of yellow sun before you're going to get the eidetic memory or the enhanced intelligence."
"The–what?" Superman blinks. Jonathan and Martha glance at each other, oddly, and then back to him.
"Superman had perfect recall," Jonathan says. "Hyperthymesia. A photographic memory, you might call it."
"Oh," Superman says, blinking again. "Uh–I didn't know that."
"I don't know how much most people ever thought about it, so far as his powers went," Jonathan says with a shrug. "Not quite as flashy as the heat vision or the flying. Actually it's a surprise you can fly this quick, come to think."
"I'm sort of . . . cheating," Superman mutters, ducking his head. "My Kryptonian physiology isn't developed enough to give me the real powers yet and they didn't know how long it might take for them to come in, so they sort of . . . there's like this . . . field, kind of, that the original Superman put off? Subconscious telekinesis, I guess. Skin-tight force field, basically. It's why bullets weren't ripping up his suit all the time and why he could, like, pick up a whole freaking bus or whatever one-handed and it wouldn't just break in half from the fucked-up–uh, the messed-up support. The field would just wrap around whatever he was touching and reflexively keep it together. So Cadmus just kinda . . . copied that and cranked it up to eleven, for me. So I'm telekinetic, kind of?"
"Huh," Martha says, looking a little puzzled. "You know, that never even occurred to me, but it certainly explains a few things."
"It only works when I'm touching something," Superman says, fidgeting uncomfortably and feeling kind of like . . . well, he guesses his powers not being the same as the original Superman's were yet isn't gonna disappoint the Kents, right? Like, why would they care? "It's tactile-based. But I can always use it on myself. So I can fly and pick up real heavy shit and hit like I've got super-strength and make it look like I'm invulnerable. No heat vision or ice breath or X-ray vision or, uh, eidetic memory, though. Or super-speed or super-senses."
And definitely, definitely no enhanced intelligence.
"So you mean you're going to be stronger than Superman was?" Martha asks with a little frown, and Superman . . . blinks.
"Uh . . . I don't think so?" he says uncertainly, not sure where she got that idea. "I don't know how the hybridization of my DNA will affect, like . . . any of the Kryptonian powers. They might turn out weaker than his were, since my genes are sort of already adapted for a yellow sun."
"I don't know, being primed to process yellow sunlight might make your powers end up stronger, on that logic," Jonathan points out reasonably. "Once you grow into them a bit, anyway. And either way you'll have the telekinesis enhancing your strength and invulnerability, and that might get stronger too. And, well, at least some hybrids have a tendency to turn out bigger and stronger than their parent species."
Superman tilts his head. Blinks a couple times.
"Huh," he says.
Well, there's a really freaking cool and absolutely fucking terrifying thought.
"How do you know all that?" he asks. "Are you a biologist or something?"
"I'm a farmer, son," Jonathan says wryly. "I'm talking about mules and wolfdogs."
"You're a farmer?" Superman repeats in absolute bemusement.
"We both are, dear," Martha says. "All our lives. We live out in Smallville, actually, we're just here visiting . . . well. Clark's fiancée. Her name is Lois."
"Where's Smallville?" Superman asks, still bemused.
"Kansas," Martha says. "We have a little farm out there. And . . . well, we'd very much like to take you in, obviously, though I don't know where you're staying right now."
"Just, like–wherever, right now," Superman says awkwardly, trying not to sound as pathetic as he's pretty sure he does even as he wonders how that's supposed to be "obvious". He's not, like, a little kid or anything. It's not like he can't take care of himself. "Like, it's not really . . . just wherever."
Jonathan and Martha glance at each other. Superman feels embarrassed. It's not like it matters where he's staying, and like, he'll find a place, eventually, just . . . he hasn't quite figured out how to do that yet. That's all.
Cadmus, unfortunately, did not prepare him to ever live . . . well. Outside of Cadmus.
"Would you like to visit, at least? Take a look around?" Jonathan offers. "It's not too far a flight from Metropolis."
"Um . . . maybe," Superman says, really not sure what he'd ever do on a farm of all places. Like, in what way is a farm a "Superman" kind of place to be?
Though he guesses it'd be politer than making Jonathan and Martha come to Metropolis. And if they actually . . . if they really want to see him . . .
He could swing by sometimes, that's all. He guesses he'd have to be careful about doing it because probably the Kents aren't gonna want anybody to know they're his soulmates, given the whole "being civilians" thing. Maybe he can just . . . just pretend to be . . . he doesn't know, exactly? Just–maybe some random distant relative or something. Maybe they have some cousins or whatever. Or just . . . something.
Superman actually has no idea how many people hang out with their extended family members like that, to be honest, but it's the best idea he's coming up with right now.
#kon el#superboy#ma and pa kent#superfamily#rinfic#kamkong#long post#wip: jon and martha professional soulparents
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Can we be something more ?
Min Yoongi x Reader
Yoongi is VERY soft.
Reader is half Korean and half Western(White, Black, Hispanic, Japanese, Native American)
Reader knows who Bts is but doesn’t really care for them
I wrote this in my notes app so pls😭😞
I was sitting alone in the coffee shop until I saw a group of men, they looked kind of young…maybe in their mid 20s. I looked back down because Seoul isn’t the SAFEST place for a woman like me to be in at 12 am. My stomach started to bubble as I felt a strong wave of…depression? Tiredness? Fatigue..? I felt sick. I looked back up at the window and saw the seven men now standing closer to the door. There was one in particular who caught my eye. He had on a hoodie, a grey bucket hat and black sweats.
His face was bare and glossy, which made me think that he had just washed up before coming outside with his friends. The bell rang signaling that the door was being opened. My eyes shot to the door as me and the same man held eye contact. “Yah! I’ll see you later, take jungkook home. ”(응! 나중에 보자, 정국을 집에 데려가." He said in Korean. His Daegu dialect coming out strong. The man looks really familiar. Like I’ve seen him before. Maybe I was just seeing things. “Hi, um ma’am…” I looked up and saw him standing above me fairly close. “Oh I’m so sorry. Do you want to sit here?” I questioned softly. “Nah nah it’s fine, I just wanted to ask if you were alright…I didn’t want you thinkin’ I was a creep considering you’re all alone..” His face is so smooth..and his eyes are so soft. He looks SO damn familiar. “Um ma’am..?” He waved his hand slightly across my face. “Oh I’m sorry…uh yea no I totally didn’t think of it. I was about to leave either way..”
“No no…you should stay. I’m pretty sure you arrived here early and it’s dark. In order to keep a beautiful woman like you safe please, stay until I leave..” okay now I would NEVER stay if a man, RANDOM one at that asked me to stay until he left but…fuck it. “Sure” I said in English. He smiled at me with his gummy smile. “What do you want to drink?” He questioned. He kind of sounded like Min Yoongi from BTS. Holy shit….GIRL- It is yoongi… “Anything iced..” He giggled… ”Okay cutie.”
20 mins later
It’s been around 20 minutes since he’s been here and we’ve made good talk. “So um…do you have a husband or, boyfriend of chance…?” I have a failed talking stage that I’m still friends with… I thought to myself. “Well, I have a failed talking stage but…I don’t really talk to him anymore so…I came here to empty my head you know?…” he took my hand in his and softly held it in his. “It’s okay pretty…don’t worry about it anymore…” I smiled and nodded. “What about you yoongi…is anyone catching your eye lately..?” His eyes went wide as he turned around then looked back at me. “Please..how did you know..?” “That gummy smile of yours.” He smiled softly and embraced my touch. He started shifting in his pockets before pulling his phone out, and sliding it across the table.
“I trust you pretty girl….”
#min yoongi#jimin x female reader#bts ot7#bangtan#bangta boys#jungkook#yoongi#suchwita#taehyung#kim seokjin#kim taehyung#kim namjoon#namjoon#jhope#bts jhope
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It's Only a Paper Moon
Diane x Bucky
Cw:allusion to premarital sex?
For @yorkshirekiwi
Based around this version of the song
She offers a carved flask, and he accepts it with a muttered thank you. She looked like Collen Moore with those eyes of hers, one brown, one blue. Very pretty too.
“Gin?” He asks after handing the flask back mostly empty. Tasted like Shelby Gin if you asked him, just as sweet as he likes it.
“My dad’s personal recipe.” The nurse said with a shrug and emptied the rest of it herself. The Shelbys were English, what were the odds the Shelby Gin heiress was the pretty nurse with the strange eyes sitting here with him?
If it had been a shit day for him, it would have been about as bad for her as well. Her hair is falling out of the impeccable bun she’d had on when they arrived, her uniform stained with blood and grime and looks older than she looked when he last saw her.
She doesn’t smoke, and yet she took a cigarette break. More like an excuse to just calm down before having to go back to the triage.
“Name’s John, everyone calls me Bucky.” He smiles and wipes a smudge of blood off her cheek with his sleeve.
“Diane, Nurse Shelby when I’m om the clock and Di when I’m not.” She returned his smile and Bucky knew he just had to take out this posh English girl dancing.
“Any plans for tonight, Lady Di?” he needs a drink, to sing and maybe even a fuck too. Good thing he had no prior commitments to keep him from doing that last bit.
Those RAF Officers would hate it so much if they saw him with her, wouldn’t they? What was it that they’d said, an American thinks he can fuck a duchess?
“Free as a bird, Major.” Lady Di answers and tells him where he can find her.
“Call me Bucky.”
They talk about him as if he were a Hollywood star, him and his friend, Gale. They had the looks and the charm, even if Bucky often did all the talking.
She wore pale pink with red earrings, red as her lipstick and her shiny heels that barely had her reach his shoulders. Not that it matters, John Egan was too good of a dancer to care about the disparity in their height.
He’s great fun, sings along to the music and yet knows his limits despite having the same intention as every man before him. She’d fuck him of course, she needs the release as much as he does, might as well send him off to die having had a great night.
“How do you live in a place like this, no sunshine no good food?” he asks ordering them both drinks. He knows who she is given by that grin when he gets them Shelby Whiskey.
“My mother’s foreign, from Mexico, and my dad is Romani, a gypsy if you aren’t familiar with the word. So, I get great food and I can always chase the sun whether on land or over the water.” She thanks the barkeep and wonders if he’s done his research on her like the some of the others have. “Besides, it has its charms, Arrow House is known for gardens and woods you can get lost in.”
Diane had done her homework on him, there was always a need to properly vet the people she slept with, especially since her father was in the House of Commons and his factories supplied so much for the war effort.
Perhaps made the connection between her and the gin. The Americans wouldn’t be so careless as to have him spy on her, or realize she was here to see what sort of shit the yanks weren’t telling the Crown.
John Clarence Egan, from Manitowoc, Wisconsin, born September 9, 1915. A shit singer, with a devil may care attitude that made you forget this war and not some movie. He had a girl back home, Josephine Ada Pitz, the first female pilot in their town. He was fond of Shelby alcohol, something that had cemented itself in the hearts of the American working class even before prohibition ended.
“The best of both worlds, then.” He said and proposed a toast to it.
“I heard you sing, Major.” Diane mentions and feeling her heart flutter when he grins widely.
“Like a donkey in a church choir, but it doesn’t matter if you’re loud. Do you, Lady Di?” Bucky asks with his eyes shining in mischief.
“How about you pick the song, Bucky, and I’ll show you?” No wonder the ladies here were crazy for him and his friend. John Egan could get dowdy Queen Elizabeth to jump into his bed if he set his mind to it.
“Paper Moon.”
Its not long before they’re sneaking around for more than just a few drinks and couple of songs that same night.
“You know what I want?” he asks as they move into the sparse woods on the base in search for privacy. The supply closet was already claimed, neither wished to risk their sleeping quarters and there was no way to go to the bed and breakfast nearest the base.
“I hope its not a virgin, Bucky.” She teases kissing him again and tugging him to her by his belt buckle.
“No, not that, Lady Di.” He presses her back to the tree, not caring they’ll be discovered and punished for this. But he’s a good kisser, and the rough bark turns her on even more. “I want to feel something other than whatever the fuck’s gotten into me, Di.”
“Don’t we all, Egan. Only a paper moon, isn’t it?” The singing, the dancing and the feel of understanding as they gave into their attraction for each other, all of that was just to sate their needs for the night and go their separate ways once it was over. Not that Diane judged him for it, not one bit.
They could die tomorrow and no one but a handful of people would care about it.
Only a paper moon sailing over a cardboard sky after all.
It becomes a habit, she is Bucky’s girl even if they are technically only friends who fuck each other and sing together.
She reads cards and knows the future, not that he’s ever believed in that bullshit, but she’s not been wrong when she tells him he’ll come back each time he leaves.
Wouldn’t be make-believe if you believed me, she sings when he doubts her predictions out of habit most days.
Still this is all a paper moon and she’ll move on soon enough. They all do.
“Won’t your girl back home be angry you’re singing and fucking an English girl?” Diane asks as they devour each other in the little bed and breakfast every soldier has used at some point. Before the Americans came in it was the RAF and before that just normal people with no fear of dying after.
“Shit’s been over since I came here, not the pen pal type, Di.” he hadn’t thought about Jo since he got command of his squadron and returned to flying. She’d sent some letters then once she saw he wasn’t going to write back, Jo stopped writing. They always do.
“Just making sure I’m not your dirty little secret.” The nurse assured him as their paper moon hung in the sky.
“Are you gonna come dancing tonight?” he asks once the moment is over and they pretend they don’t have other shit going on. They’re just another pair of lovers making use of the bed and its warmth.
“Only if you ask me nicely, Major.” She flutters her lashes and kissed him sweetly.
He likes her, likes the feeling of knowing she’s here waiting for him.
Strange how he sought her out so he could feel something else for a change, and got more than he’d even asked for.
Everything’s make-believe until you believe in it.
That night he gets the band to play Paper Moon.
He sings to it and she blushes feeling every single damn thing he is now trying to tell her. Perhaps she really was a witch, after all.
“But it wouldn’t be make-believe if you believed me,” Di sang softly, just to him, as she kissed him like she loved him.
“Do you want me to bring you back anything from my next flight, sweetheart?” he asks knowing whatever she answers won’t make sense until after his mission.
“Last nice thing you see in Algeria, preferably jewelry of some kind.” Her mismatched eyes gleam in knowing he finds it hard to believe her words.
John and those who survived Regensburg stay in Algeria for a week, and no matter how hard he tries he can’t find something nice for her before his tine there is up.
On his last day in Algeria, he buys a silver locket with a carved moon where he puts a picture of himself.
He loves her, as strange as it feels to admit it even to Buck, who only teases him for it.
“You should’ve gotten the ring instead, Bucky.” Gale jokes and Bucky hates to admit that he’s right, but there will be time for that if he is to believe his witch.
They celebrate his return with gin and she wears the locket as he takes her on the same tree they fucked against that first night.
He takes her picture with him on missions and likes the kiss she pressed on the back of it along with the lyrics to the last bit of Paper Moons as part of their inside joke. Bucky is a skeptic and no matter the proof to what she envisions, he still does not put much stock on her words.
He didn’t believe her that he’d survive this long, he is only about ten missions away from the holy number and she tells him she sees him surviving the war. Bucky believes that part after Regensburg, tells her himself as he grieves for his friends who didn’t make it.
“I wanted to feel something that night and now I think I feel something else tonight.” He admits as they sit under the tree, and he wraps his sheepskin over her shoulders even if he is the one not used to English autumns.
Gale may think the sheepskin ugly, but Diane likes the comfort of it, of John’s aftershave and cologne, the faint smell of his own sweat and even the detergent used to wash it. It is him almost as much as he is himself.
She wears it when he lets her, once she surprised him wearing only it at their little rented room. Bucky had undone the zipper slowly and kissed every inch he freed from its confines.
She loves him, and he loves her even if he cannot make himself say it outloud…yet.
“And what is it that you feel, Major?” the witch asks loving the way he smiles at her question.
“I think I’ve fallen in love with you, Lady Di.”
He believes her until he doesn’t.
“You have to be wrong, check your cards again.” He cannot believe her words.
Gale Cleven wasn’t gonna be shot down over Bremen. No, he couldn’t. Not Buck.
“I’m sorry, Bucky, I can’t change things just because you ask.” The witch said and put away her tarot cards after a fourth reading.
He shouldn’t have believed her, why did he do this to himself? He’d never believed in this bullshit and now he won’t.
Buck was gonna live, he wasn’t going to go down in his next mission because Diane’s psychic bullshit is just a fucking paper moon.
Bucky can’t even find the words to warn Buck that night and before he knows it, he’s been given a two-day pass to London. Di offers to set him up at her parents’ house since they’re not there, but he refuses because he cannot even look at her without being angry.
He can’t even tell who he is angry at, her, her cards or fucking God himself.
She gives him her address either way and after giving up trying to forget her with the Polish Widow who didn’t care he had his Lady Di; Bucky finds himself watching the bombs from the window in her bedroom.
Bucky Egan doesn’t wake until noon and calls from the telephone on the desk of Thomas Shelby MP OBE praying to God Diane was wrong.
“Norfolk 7322, please.”
Diane finds him crying and raging against God for taking Buck.
“I’m gonna kill those fuckers, for Gale.” He vows as he breaks apart in her arms.
“He’s not dead, you’ll see when you meet him again.” The witch assures him and he is too out of it to even consider she might be right, just as she was before. “I said he’d be shot down, not killed, Bucky.”
She stays in London while he returns to duty a day earlier than planned.
When packs her picture for his next mission, he reads what she wrote on the back of it on his birthday last month.
It’s phony, it’s plain to see
How happy I would be
If you believed in me
Bucky leaves without asking her how Munster will go and asks Crosby to give her his sheepskin for him.
When Diane saw what would happen in Munster, she could not speak.
He wouldn’t die, no, she’d feel it in her heart if he was, but knowing he wouldn’t be coming back from this mission has her doubting her own visions.
She loves him, loves him so deeply she cannot imagine a life without him in it. They’d joked about marriage, about he’d take his Lady Di and marry her in Manitowoc in the same parish he went to with his parents all his life, how they’d be Mr. and Mrs. Egan and have a daughter named Rosemary Gale after Rosemary Clooney and Gale Cleven because Gale’s a girl’s name.
Harry Crosby comes to give his condolences and Bucky’s jacket at her doorstep, but she refuses to accept his word that he’s gone.
“Bucky’s not dead, he’ll come back here. I’ve seen it.” She lies as she takes Bucky’s sheepskin and cries herself to sleep in it while humming ‘It’s only a paper moon.’
Lady Di keeps herself busy working as a nurse as if she were possessed until a letter from a prisoner of war camp in Germany arrives written by John Clarence Egan himself.
‘I need a new picture, Lady Di, I believed in you so much I lost it in a German field’, he writes and adds, ‘Buck says hello.’
Diane sends her picture with the same words as before and sprays enough perfume on her letter for it to still smell of her when it arrives several months after it should’ve been.
And because he believes her now, she works with the Crown and the Americans to keep him and his comrades safe until they’re brought home.
‘If you can stay put for me, I’ll let you take me to Manitowoc, Wisconsin, Bucky,’ she writes on the postscript of her letter to him. In the same letter she makes sure to name drop her dear friend Lilibet Windsor, the Princess of Wales, who agrees to send her regards if it means he and the rest of the prisoners are not executed by the Nazis.
“You were right, I should’ve picked the ring instead of the locket.” Bucky tells his friend who’s gone distracted by his Marge’s letters.
“Can’t be your best man nor you mine if we have a double wedding, Bucky.” Gale jokes after sharing his good news.
"Our girls deserve their own day, don’t they?” he laughs with renewed strength knowing he and Buck aren’t going to die in this shithole.
He consults with his witch, plans accordingly and so far everything goes well even if they have to wait until she finds what day is best for their escape.
When they escape on January 27th of 1944, he is humming Paper Moon to himself and tells Buck that’s going to be the first dance he and Mrs. Egan will dance at their wedding.
Bucky’s not been a whole day back on Thorpe Abbotts when he finds her waiting in only his sheepskin and the locket at their hotel room singing Paper Moon with two glasses of champagne.
She sings beautifully, she’d be a star if she wanted, but she’s perfectly happy as she is, as the soon to be Mrs. John Egan.
He’s bought the ring, a silver one to match the locket with moons carved all around it. Inside it says the same words as her picture.
“Only if you ask me nicely, Major.” She whispers knowing everything with those pretty eyes of hers.
John Clarance Egan elopes with her the moment the ring is done, on February 14th, 1945, with Buck as his best man and Diane’s best friend who came all the way from Margate, as her maid of honor at the dance hall with the chaplain officiating and the Valentine’s Day dance serving as their reception.
“I heard you sing, Bucky.” Allie Solomons asks, having only heard of him through letters and Diane’s words.
“Like a donkey in a church choir,” his wife grins and he took the bait.
“Pick a song, sweetheart, and I’ll show you.”
#bucky egan#bucky x oc#john bucky egan#john c egan#masters of the air#mota fanfic#masters of the air fanfiction#diane shelby#bucky egan x diane shelby#Spotify
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Hey! Could you do something about dating bill having Lorelai Gilmore's personality? Making jokes all the time, DRAMATIC and coffee loving? I need that and I love your writing!!!❤😭🛐
(sorry English is not my first language)
(Hello! Aw, thank you for reading my shit and liking my writing! And damn, you probably speak English better than me. Anyways, enjoy! P.S, I just went off ur description bc I have no idea who Lorelai Gilmore is 😭)
Lorelai Gilmore Personality Reader
You match Bills personality perfectly
It's like the same exact person met the one for them
And it's an exact replica!!
You guys may not have the same style, but man can you guys be entertaining
You guys cannot take shit seriously
You guys are constantly cracking jokes and making the band laugh
You guys have endless amounts of energy
You drink a lot of coffee and I think so does Bill
He has your usual order engraved in his head
Or he knows how to make yours the exact way you like it
And you're dramatic as he is!
Be that with outfits, personality, how you are on stage or just how you are
You guys are big and bold together
He admires that you don't care that people think you're too dramatic
You're in a fucking band that's more famous than they ever could, you can be as dramatic as you want
That concert with the water?
You were having the time of your life in it and doing whatever the hell you wanted as Bill did the same with you
You can't not make a joke out of everything
Sometimes it's downright inappropriate
Especially if you have dark humour like me
He has to hold on laughs so much in interviews he thinks he might suffocate
You and him egg on each other
You guys are trying to outdo the other all the time with your dramatic acts
Especially when saying you love each other or showing you love each other
You guys can scream it and throw shit at each other to prove your dramatic love
Seriously, you guys worry people
Sometimes you're scary off coffee
Bill hides from you if you're tired and haven't had any
The band fears for their life when you're like that
Georg barely made it out alive
Bill always does
He's Bill
#bill kaulitz imagines#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz x reader#tokio hotel georg#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel imagine#tokio hotel
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Oke so I want to try something. Please bare with me English is not my first language. This is me trying something so please be nice 😅.
A new beginning
Chapter 1
‘You look very lonely’ y/n hears a voice say behind her. She turns around and sees a beautiful brown haired man who smiles at her. My friend left me alone and I don’t like to interract with strangers’ y/n says back. ‘I am Mason’ the dark haired man says and shakes her hand. “There, now I’m no longer a stranger”. Y/n smiles at Mason and shakes her head. Mason sits down next to her and orders two shots. The bartender gives him his shots and he turns to face her. “Here take this shot with me” Olivia looks at him suspiciously. “I don’t even know you and now you want to take shots woth me?” “Please don’t make me drink alone”. Y/n looks at the shots and back to Mason. Fuck it she takes the shot and drowns it back. She feels her troat burn but ignores it. “See that wasn’t so bad was it”. “Shut up”.
The night goes on and y/n and Mason talk about everything. She explaines that she just moved here with her friend from Holland and that she starts her new job monday and Mason tells her about his time in Holland when he played for Vitesse.
“So where is this friend you keep talking about” Mason says after a while. Y/n turns around and looks to find her friend. She sees her dancing with the same guy she left her for earlier. She points in their direction. “There she’s been dancing with him the whole night it’s annoying really. Mason looks and has to fight back a laugh when he sees that her friend is dancing with Ruben. “She is dancing with my friend, and by the looks of it they’re going to the booth. Do you want to join them?” Olivia looks at the men and nods her head. Mason takes her hand so she get lost in the crowd and can’t help but feel an spark. He shakes is head because he normally doesn’t believe in that crap. She noticed it too but ignores the feeling. They reach the booth and her friend looks up and smiles. “There you are I haven’t seen you all night”. Olivia looks at her friend a hit annoyed “yeah well you’re the one who left me Rose” Rose looks at Olivia and laughs. “ Look I know you’re still heartbroken and that you don’t want to be here but try and enjoy the night okay?” Rose thought she was quiet when she said that but Mason who is sitting next to Olivia definitely heard that and can’t help but feel sorry for Olivia. He makes it his mission to make the girl smile at least once today. He himself had just got out of a toxic relationship so he understands how Olivia must be feeling. Rose and Ruben end up leaving Mason and Olivia alone yet again. scoots a little closer to Olivia who was rambling about how Rose always finds guys to dance with and ends up leaving her to go home alone. Rose used to do it all the time in Holland. Mason lol at the girl who he thinks is one of the prettiest girls he ever laid eyes on. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Mason gets back to reality a little blush spreading his cheeks as she looks at at him with big eyes. “Like what?” Mason says. Olivia looks at him and noticed how close they are sitting. She admires his beauty and his chocolate eyes. She looks at his lips slightly without being to obvious and can’t help but think how soft his lips would be. He noticed that she was looking at his lips and looks at her plump lips. “Like you’re picturing how I look naked” Mason looks up at that comment and blushes yet again. Olivia blushes herself as she realised what she said. “Do you have a problem with me picturing you naked?” “ Yes I do”. Mason looks at her and says “ What are you going to do about it?” Mason carefully places his hand on top of her thigh and waits for her next move. Olivia was about to say something when she gets interrupted by Ruben and Rose. “So how do you two know eachother?” Rose asks Ruben and Mason.
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🤡🧳 🗺️🍳💖 and a bonus of 🎲 for both cassidy and ronan <33
HEHEHEE THAMK YOU SO MUCH RENA >:))
🤡 - what’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?
cassidy gets very easily embarrassed about pretty much anything. he believes that when he says something a bit out of place or something he shouldn't have said he has ruined Everything for himself and he takes this very very seriously unfortunately LMFAO it's kind of like. "enjoy your meal" "you too" situation but he truly just believes he has to die now SHGFJDHJDGF
🧳 - what countries have they been to?
cassidy has never left night city much further than the badlands :// he would love to visit other countries but. it also terrifies him LMFAO he would need to hype himself up so much. and then he'd get homesick </3
🗺️ - what languages do they speak?
cassidy knows english, spanish, italian and sign language :] he uses sign language pretty regularly when he's overwhelmed or on bad sensory days and also occasionally speaks spanish with luna! italian is something he's just known all his life though he doesn't really know why. it's just a language they spoke at home sometimes. but he can't remember much from his childhood since he got into a coma at some point in his life so he can't remember the fact his father is part italian LMFAO it's fine he'll figure it out
🍳 - how well can they cook?
answered here!
💖 - how and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? how and how often do their partner(s) impress them?
cassidy really needs validation basically at all times but also isn't one to actively go looking for it because it makes him feel bad :/ he doesn't want to like. inconvenience others or act too needy. especially not with his partner. so the only times he would want to impress them is when they need to do Something and cassidy seems to be the only one who's able to do it, he'll get very !!!!!! about it because he also loves being helpful. making himself useful. AND he gets to show off his skills. that's the only kind of scenarios he's actively doing it
on the other hand, he is essentially in constant awe of his partner, everything about them makes him !!!!!!!!!!! all the time and he finds many new things to love about them every single day. which he also writes down in his notebook by the way. very important to mention
🎲 - [random question] coffee or tea?
coffee! though you can barely call it coffee anymore he puts so much sweet stuff in it LMFAO imagine the sweetest starbucks drink you can think of. That's his order. yeah
🤡 - what’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?
ronan gets embarrassed about a lot of things but also either forgets about it very quickly or goes "wait i don't care actually" and that fixes him. he DID however eat shit once because he tripped over his own feet because he was too busy staring at john (when john has already joined the resistance. this makes no sense to the people who don't know about my canon but just trust me please) and nick is still bullying him for it many years later LMFAO
🧳 - what countries have they been to?
ronan has never left the united states and given the state of the world he probably never will </3 it's fine though he would probably die in another country. idk how he would do that but he seems like the kind of guy who would fucking. find a way SGHFDGHDFJ
🗺️ - what languages do they speak?
ronan speaks english and spanish!
🍳 - how well can they cook?
he's decent enough? nothing special but also not bad at all, he's very good at like. eyeballing things. just doing something and it works out. he's like "i don't know how long i have to cook this for but i'm gonna go ahead and assume it's [...] minutes" and somehow he's always right
💖 - how and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? how and how often do their partner(s) impress them?
ronan knows it's not easy to impress john so he probably. wouldn't even try LMFAO he's just a guy <3 living his life <3 though when john actually does end up impressed ronan goes !!!!!!!!!!!! and he secretly wishes it would happen more often but. well. he doesn't put in any effort also because he knows other people around him would be 🤪 [affectionately] about it and he is not going to deal with the facking circus <3 SGHFJDHGDFJ
john impresses ronan regularly but he's not doing it on purpose. the fact that he joined the resistance. actually rolled up his sleeves and got to work. and didn't run away despite having many chances for it. that already made ronan go !!!!! because he had 100% expected john to just Flee. but he stayed. much to think about
🎲 - [random question] how comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress?
very much so >:^) ronan has bigger things to worry about so clothing = clothing to him and he Knows he would look good in a dress so why not wear one right. only problem is he still manspreads like the whore he is so. well. i mean. i'm not complaining but. sir. hello
oc asks!
#asks#mutuals#aartyom#ask:cassidy#ask:ronan#oc asks#terrified answering this ask i was so scared my answer got deleted again LMFAO but i made it
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Man, it’s like- Sometimes, I get too caught up in everything bad in the world, all the Sadness and pain that people are experiencing, or just the fact that in the same moment in which I am typing away on my phone, terribly bored and sad, someone is dying, crying, going through something so much more terrible.
But then. I hang out with my friends and we laugh at a very stupid joke. Someone tells me I made their day better by being Nice to them. I see a pretty flower and it smells good.
I see the sun setting, the moon barely visible in the sky, the evening is warm and I’m smelling like smoke bc I had a bbq with my family. I make a child smile. My favourite song plays, my best friend texts me.
Someone hugs me and plays with my hair, my sister says she’s proud of me and sees me as her idol. Someone tells me my singing is Nice, I hit a high note in a song where I wasn’t able to before.
My linework is cleaned in my drawing, I get an amazing story idea, I bake something that tastes good and share with my friends and it makes them smile.
Someone listens to me ramble about my favourite book/show, or just asks me how my day was, a stranger compliments my outfit. I see a chonky bird, I drink a Nice cup of tea.
I finish an annoying and hard assignment, get a good grade from a test, I eat a homegrown grape or a strawberry. I convince my mom to go to a coffee shop and just talk for two hours.
I buy really good ice cream, hug my favourite plushie, take a fucking amazing shower, a cat lets me pet it. My English teacher compliments my writing.
My Dad takes me to a hockey match, watches my favourite show with me, I swing on the swing set, I finish a great hike.
I order good food and it arrives earlier than it said it would, I manage to throw a corny pun. Someone tells me they like talking to me. My hair looks Nice, I don’t feel dysphoric, I wear a dress.
I manage to catch a great stream live, I find the BEST fanfic, I watch a wonderful animatic. My favourite youtuber posts a new video, my roomie and I have a deep talk.
I figure out what brand of deodorant I like to use, my friend gives me a hug and I make them laugh. My bread dough rises the way it should, I drink water at three in the morning, someone reccomends a song that I fall in love with.
The love of my life says they can’t wait to meet me, they promise it will be soon. I understand a particularly difficult topic in school. I wear a comfortable hoodie, buy a skirt.
My back doesn’t hurt, my friend asks me to go out, I finaly get that one achievement in my favourite game. I like the face and clothes of the character I just drew, I stim so hard I get out of breath.
Someone gives me a gift, the bus driver knows which stop I’m getting off at, I paint my nails. Someone comments on my fanfic, someone reblogs my Tumblr post.
I win a Mario Kart game, I make a good pasta, I remember a funny situation. I breathe fresh air, I see a funky rock. My roommate brings me water, my mom makes me breakfast.
My sister plays so well on her guitar. I will play the piano once more someday. I get home after a long week. I call with my love.
Life is so full of beautiful things. Even if it hurts, it’s worth it. I’m not saying the stupid ‘it will get better’ bulshit.
No, I am saying that you deserve to be alive, despite everyone who tries to make you think otherwise. You deserve to see the pretty flowers, you deserve good food, long hugs, friends who adore you, family that has your back.
Every Single good thing on this earth is here for you. For you to see, to smell, to hear, to laugh, to love, to LIVE. Just. Don’t forget that, please. You matter. Even if you think you don’t.
You matter to the cat you pass every morning on your way to work, you matter to neighbour you helped with their groceries, you matter to the child who smiled at you. You matter to your friends, even if you don’t have many of them. You matter to your family, biological or not.
The good things are here for you, but you are also one of the good things to so many other people. Hey, I love you. Even if only one person sees this, I love you. You deserve the world.
Stay in it and it will come to you.
#eerie’s feelings#so many feelings#mental health#i love y'all#life is beautiful#don’t cut it short#even if you don’t see the point#there doesn’t need to be a big reason#just stay a bit longer because you like drinking tea#stay a bit longer because you just bought a Nice perfume#because you want to pet a cat#hear a song#see a flower#just#look for the little things#you will get through this
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zero pressure to explain this to my american ass if you dont have the energy, but like.
whats sweden like, as someone who lives there? im always fascinated to hear about other parts of the world from the people who know them best, and i dont hear much about sweden in general, so ive got a lot to learn.
if thats too broad of a question, some suggestions: how do you feel about the weather, or the politics, or the holidays?
whats a nuisance yall joke about (like, over here in usamerica, its usually the military-industrial complex, or costly healthcare)?
or, whats something unique about sweden, or something that you think more people should know about it?
well we can do this in order of things that pop in my head, very disorganized.
to start of with weather: its getting too hot. the weather is actually pretty comfortable most of the time, and these last summers have been the best ive managed in my experience with heat, but you can tell by the climate that its too hot. its too dry, and theres very little snow during winter. its still cold as fuck, but no snow somehow.
I wish it rained more. but on a day to day basis, weathers comfy. A bit windy sometime.
holidays i got very little thoughts on myself. theres a few of them and most are just days off. Im not too fond of the way we celebrate them but then again ive only been allowed to and wanted to drink for 2 years worth of them, so i havent gotten into it yet (yea alcohol is the biggest reason we actually still celebrate things i think)
politics is a fucking hellscape rn. the barely disguised neo-nazi party recently got the most amount of votes in the election so the right wing parties is in control. Theyve already started talking dumb shit about climate politics and immigrants. Not looking up.
Beyond that i dont know much about the political landscape.
I dont know what a typical swede complains or jokes about because i dont hang out with a lot of them. I know gas prices is a common thing right now.
We also have a trend in comedy calling norwegians idiots, which doesnt make sense because we hate denmark way more.
Its hard to say whats unique or special bout sweden because to be all of it is normal. Only real things you need to know is 1. if a swede tries to claim they cant speak english with you, only plausible conlusion is that they didnt finish middleschool (passing grade in english is mandatory), 2. anything that is a traditional swedish meal is pretty much garbage. Its mostly mildly spiced meat, potatoes, and some sauce similar to gravy.
I guess one thing thats a big difference from the american perspective is how our education looks through the years.
First 9 are mandatory, ages 7-15 grade 1-9, in stages called Low, Middle, and High stage. After that, you legally have the choice to keep studying or to do something else (socially and economically you dont have that chocie), and at that point you choose your own education.
The most common ones being things like Civics, Naturesciences, Technology, and Fine Arts (Art, Dance, Photo, Music, and theatre). Theres a bunch more but these the top picks. Usually lasts 3 years which after you should be around 18 years old and most of the time expected to apply for uni.
And during that time you do get money for going to school (seperate from loans, and not a lot of money).
I can probably provide some more detailed information about what its like here with questions about specific parts, but keep in mind that i also know very little about this country. I just live here
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New Haven, Connecticut - PRESENT DAY
She sat under a large elm tree, looking like all the other people in the park - but inside - everything was going wrong. Her existence had run aground. Nothing with a pulse, just one day painfully, meaninglessly bleeding into the next.
Offensively empty. A life less lived.
Claire was at a crossroads. At twenty-six, she felt there was nothing left for her. Something had to change, sooner rather than later. Not a hairstyle, outfit or fucking hobby - she burned for meaning and purpose. Something special that would spark substance into her miserable being.
She often thought, in her darkest humor, that she’d either have to kill someone - or herself - in order to fulfill that desperate void. It was no longer an idea she took lightly. Claire chose the former. Now was the time to put her plan into action.
It’s all just a roll of the dice anyway.
Claire visits a coffee shop every day to people-watch. Perhaps her new conquest would materialize there. Days pass and no one seems to call out to her. She’s reconsidering her exit strategy when great potential comes through the door.
An older woman, about thirty-five, very nice looking in a dressed-down sort of way: queen of the plain Janes. Dark, near shoulder-length brown hair, fit but curvy, pale but healthy looking, bright clear eyes with an absolutely delicious English accent - the cherry on top!
Oh how she had waited.
She sat with her coffee a few tables away. It wasn’t long before Claire caught her eye - they both smile.
Eager to get her new life underway - Claire initiates.
“I’m sorry to bother you, have we met? You look ever so familiar.” she asks.
“No, I don’t believe we have. And it’s no bother. Why don’t you join me?” the woman kindly offers.
Claire smiles, goes to retrieve her drink and returns to the woman’s table.
“I’ve just moved here from Oxford and don’t know a single soul.” the woman admits.
“Ooo, England, I’ve always wanted to visit there.”
“It’s a wonderful place, the culture and history.”
“My name is Claire.”
“I’m Amelia, very nice to meet you Claire.”
They share a friendly handshake. Claire is immediately spellbound by the woman’s gorgeous sea-green eyes.
The two ladies talk, getting to know one another and decide to go for lunch at a nearby cafe. Afterwards, they proceed to Amelia’s house for further conversation over drinks. Claire’s plan was falling perfectly into place.
Amelia puts on some music, disappears into the kitchen and returns with two glasses and a bottle.
“I hope red wine is okay, it’s all I have presently.”
Claire beams and reaches for one of the glasses.
“That’s fine, I love red.”
They sit for a while, chatting, enjoying one another’s company. Claire is having serious second thoughts. She glances down at her bag on the floor beside her feet - tucked away inside - a syringe full of knockout drugs. Could she go through with this? Amelia was such a lovely lady, a kindred spirit and she was already growing quite fond of her.
Then a flushing wave of discomfort washes over Claire, she felt faint. This couldn’t be the two glasses of wine. The room felt fuzzy and took on a gradual spin. Oh this wasn’t good and she couldn’t hide her concern.
“Are you alright?” Amelia asks.
“I don’t know. I feel, strange. Dizzy.”
The fair-skinned brunette leans forward, placing her almost empty glass down on the large, beautiful oak coffee table and sits back in her billowy recliner - watching Claire struggle with this new set of circumstances.
“You know, when you approached me in the shop, I knew you were the one.” she says.
Claire fought to catch her breath, tears slowly caressing her cheeks.
“Weeks on end, day in - day out, waiting, hoping.”
“What have you done?” Claire barely manages above a whisper.
“But my patience has finally been rewarded. The Universe has brought you to me.”
The woman stands from her chair and moves gracefully towards her guest.
“It’s fine Claire, just let go, let it take you.”
Everything was blurring badly, light dimming, sound fading. Claire slowly spills from the plush luxury of the sofa onto the immediately unforgiving hardwood floor. The woman kneels beside her, cupping Claire’s head in her left hand - brushing her soft auburn hair from those pretty brown eyes.
“Careful what you wish for.” Amelia quietly taunts.
The words that carried her off into the dark and distant.
TWO HOURS LATER
Claire regains consciousness, bare of any clothing, chained to a wall in a dismal concrete room without windows. The furnishings were sparse, the air cool and damp. A long, black table hosts several erotic toys along with enough sharp steel implements to take an elephant apart. Blistering panic hits.
Several feet away, her rich umber mane now in a sophisticated bun atop her head, Amelia stands naked - covered only in what looks like blood.
“I hope you don’t mind, while you were out - I availed myself to a sample of your internal essence.”
Amelia had been a medic in the British Army for three years - a fact she neglected to divulge in previous conversation.
Claire now realized why her arm held the dull bruising pain at the elbow-bend. Not to mention the band-aid.
“You just smelled so scrummy, I had to have a taste, feel you on my skin.”
The woman lifts a serving tray from the table and bounces quickly over to Claire.
“Can’t have you feeling woozy now.”
On the tray were a few shortbread cookies and a small cup of apple juice.
“Seeing as you’re a bit tied up at the mo’, I will oblige.”
She raises one of the cookies to Claire’s quivering lips, Claire reluctantly indulges her. She did feel so very worse for wear. Losing nearly a pint of blood will do that.
“And a little drink.”
Amelia holds the cup to Claire’s mouth and she takes a few sips.
“Now, that should right the ship.”
She returns the tray to the table, spinning on a dime to face her new acquaintance.
“You know how to really tell if a melon is ripe?”
She leans in close to Claire’s left ear.
“You lick it!” she hisses, flicking her tongue underneath the fleshy lobe.
Claire spots the syringe she had hidden in her purse on the table amongst the toys and tools. Amelia catches her gaze, offering a devious grin in return.
“I wasn’t going to do it, I swear!” Claire cries.
“You lack follow-through.” the woman scolds callously as she rearranges the collection of blades, saws and gouging objects.
“You’ll play the part of innocence. I’ll be both your ruin and redeemer.” she says facing away from Claire.
The young lady has truly wandered into the lion’s cage.
“Let me go and I won’t say anything to anyone, I promise!”
Amelia turns, her dead eyes glare at the frightened creature in chain-cuffs.
“I’m going to fuck you, torture you, kill you and eat you.”
She walks seductively towards her new plaything, stopping very close, their noses touching.
“Thoughts?” she queries in a whisper.
“Please, please.” Claire begs, her breathy rasp barely audible.
The unhinged woman pulls away with a jerk, taking a few steps.
“But I am completely eco-friendly. Not one solitary inch of you shall go to waste.”
Claire’s chest is heaving, a few gentle sobs escape.
“Your hair, your skin, your eyes. I will use it all.”
Claire shatters into frantic, ghastly howling.
Amelia attaches a large rubber phallus to a cordless drill.
“Now my flower, let’s see what you’re made of.”
She had her fun with the girl, long into the hours of the night. The following day - things became much more serious. The lessons of bloodshed were excruciating. Claire’s wailing would never be heard beyond the concrete walls of that subterranean butcher’s lair.
She lasted all of seven hours.
"Claire" - Mixed media on plywood. My 135th painting.
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too personal and obvious post. i hope no one who knows me sees this.
i have an... acquaintance. i won't specify their gender and where i met them. but i do see them quite often.
(isn't it obvious already?)
they are a brick-headed kind. one who may nod and even smirk upon hearing that everyone should respect others opinions, that you can't be always right just because you said so, but not even care. no, it's not just principles, by what they stand. they straight up don't care. what do others think about it? can you observe this situation from other angles? is there any possibility that you have missed something?
no, no, no.
people with strong beliefs are admirable, right? but i loathe the deaf.
they present themselves as highly logical person, but in their words, thoughts and worldview there is... something what i would like to call "mind eclectic". does it sound kinda broken in english? maybe. it's supposed to be. just like their mindset. they claim they are religious, but believe in sorcery and existence of the soul. with this, they believe they are a self-proclaimed communist, but it's just a fancy curtain for nurtured by family ussr nostalgia and adoration for stalinism. and they never read marx. and the current autocracy is the best thing that happened to our society.
funny, right? both kinds – like "haha funny" but also "y'know, funny". it does not sound like strong beliefs anymore. i hate the inconsistency, mistaken for the exact opposite.
passive, agressive – separated but blend, their appearance. passive-agressive – it's how i present myself in fruitless exchanges, laughing and cringing at the same time. i would hate to see such person in the position of power or supporting someone who currently is up there. ha-ha. ha.
partly i like to observe such people. they are so firm, but also inconsistent. they are a mish-mash that barely, miraculously holds itself together. but there is a part where my need for independence and individuality steps in to shout "fuck you, mindless loyalist!" annoying. time passes, and i become upset at this gorgeous mosaic composed from shit and bricks and one unfortunate example of victory of nurture over nature before me. they will continue to raise similar human beings, these kitch people. and so on, and so on. too busy with routine to lift their heads for once and think if it is okay with what they think, what they believe, even what is logical. "there is an order. you should do what it says". yeah... right. this one says that you should eat and drink nothing but shit and paint thinner for 18 days. and that one demands you to jump from a skyscraper. but it also states that first one will raise your paycheck by juicy 0,0005%, and the second one will help the national demographic. fair, i guess.
if you choose such people as your support system... you are probably not mistaken. it is secure. you got yourself a passive crowd that will cheer on your every step, even if you almost fell. and you don't even need to pay for every single cheer. but it's so decadent. it will pass away with you. you will vanish, but tons of clueless humans will remain and try to live on or rot away.
and who cares about the latter, anyway? dying monsters are quite beautiful.
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Sex toy — Sanzu
ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ꜱᴀɴᴢᴜ. MDNI
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ⇢ 1608.
ᴘʟᴏᴛ⇢ You find your husband cheating on you, and you decide to take it out on your annoying partner.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ⇢ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx, ʜᴀᴛᴇ sᴇx, ᴄᴀʀ sᴇx, unprotected sex, creampie.
English isn't my mother language so, if you see any error, you're welcome to correct me.
A chill ran through her body as her bare feet made contact with the icy marble like a glacier. Not knowing what she was up to, she took her papers for her husband to sign and hurried up the stairs to her room, assuming that being night he would be there.
As she neared the room, and she heard the sounds coming from it, her steps slowed, until she stood motionless in front of the door. The rain and lightning drowned out the noise of the bed slamming against the wall, but they couldn't drown out the strong beat of her heart.
Most of the time she felt empty, with nothing to be happy or sad about... but at that precise moment an outbreak spread like a virus within her being. Pulling the blindfold off her, showing her the miserable lie she was living in, as her tears rolled down her cheeks, competing with the raindrops on the window a few feet away from her.
Embarrassed by her dire situation, she stepped back to leave, but she remembered what she had come for. So she wiped away the useless tears from her, she resumed her upright posture and edged countenance, and made her way into the room.
She didn't wait for her husband to stop ramming the woman in their marriage bed, and threw the contract on it. He didn't know how to react to Y/n seeing him, but that wasn't necessary when she handed him the pen in hand.
“Signature, I have to get back to work.” Her eyes were icicles as he tried to find a shred of emotion in them, as always, he found none.
[ ... ]
Sanzu watched the thick drops of rain fall on the windshield of the car, waiting for the obnoxious Y/n to return with the papers for the deal. In the distance he saw her leave her huge house, with a bottle of bourbon in her right hand and the briefcase in the other, he frowned at her when he saw her go up half wet and without her umbrella.
She took a long drink from the bottle, the liquid burning her throat, but she ignored her gagging. Her wild eyes watched him as he fell silent. She placed a hand on Sanzu's thigh, getting quite close, her wet shirt clinging to her breasts, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra, and several drops of water fell from her hair onto his vest.
Y/n delicately took the cigarette from Sanzu's lips, taking a slow drag without moving an inch away. She releasing the smoke practically in his face, without taking her penetrating eyes off him.
“Drive, I already have his signature” she ordered, settling into the passenger seat and redirecting her gaze to the window.
Sanzu was a little taken aback by the sudden change in personality of his co-worker. But he decided not to say anything and just start driving.
The drive to one of Mikey's mansions, the one designated as Bonten's office, was long and quiet. Something quite everyday between the two of them, because they got along terrible. Y/n did not tolerate Sanzu's irresponsibility and emotional instability; and Sanzu was repulsed by the boring and prudish Y/n, so deadpan and socially silly. But... seeing her in that state aroused a bit of interest in her, as if someone had struck a match and lit up a certain hidden desire in him that hadn't existed a few minutes before.
Ever since Y/n had gotten into the car he couldn't stop watching her, admiring her smooth legs, imagining ripping off her shirt and fucking her against the car window until she was left speechless. He wanted to explore this new woman next to him, because she clearly wasn't the same anymore. He also wanted to find out what made her change. “What did you see inside that house?” Sanzu's eyes found the briefcase She said the idiot signed, did he say something to him? Maybe he asked for a divorce… she took another gulp of bourbon No, Y/n is too useful to be thrown away like that. And she wouldn't let him because she likes to play house. So...
The car braked violently in the middle of the road, causing the small body next to him to rock forward, being held by the seat belt. Y/n looked at him in surprise, questioning the reason for such an action, but Sanzu spoke before she could ask.
“You found him cheating on you.” Cynicism reflected in Sanzu's light blue eyes. Y/n's sour countenance told him that he was right, but he still continued to rub salt in her wound. “Isn't that right?”
“Shut up” she demanded furiously.
Sanzu just laughed and took a drag on her cigarette.
“So you're boring even in bed. Poor guy, having to put up with you and not even being able to take it out on your pussy.”
Perhaps it was the long and repeated drinks of alcohol, perhaps the bitterness of finding out that her husband was cheating on her, and her life was a disaster. For an instant, Sanzu looked attractive to her frustrated self, someone she could take out all the anger she had built up in that intense hour.
That fleeting thought in her head told her it was a good idea to cover Sanzu's mouth with one hand and pull the lever on her seat so that it fell backwards. He frowned in confusion at her sudden action.
“What...?” He stopped speaking as soon as he saw Y/n's legs placed on the sides of his waist. As she hiked up her skirt to show him the black lace panties she was wearing.
“Shut the fuck up and at least be useful as a dildo.”
And those words were enough for Sanzu not to say anything else and just watch. He relaxing in his seat as Y/n's small hands quickly undid his fly, freeing his already erect cock from it. She gave him a serious look, with little interest, as if he wasn't even there and he was just a toy. He couldn't deny that such an overbearing attitude quite attracted him, the fact that a woman saw him as a muscle relaxant seemed entertaining to him.
“Use me all you want” he whispered in her ear, bringing the cigarette to Y/n's lips, and she accepted it by taking a drag.
She gently dropped her hips, stretching pleasurably around his thickness. Letting out cigarette smoke along with a satisfied sigh. Two large hands caressed her thighs to encourage her to continue, digging his fingertips into her tender skin.
The windows began to fog between groans and lunges, while some occasional lonely car passed by the side on the road. Those intense eyes of hers watching him with desire, all her feelings coming to the surface with the alcohol wearing off her. The hips of Y/n increasing the intensity of the thrusts.
Sanzu simply dedicated himself to appreciating the spectacle of desperation that this ardent woman offered him. He licked his lips thinking how delicious she was and what an idiot he was not realizing it before.
The pressure in her gut began to intensify, making her more sensitive to the pleasure. She needed it, she needed that orgasm, as much as Sanzu was the one to give it to her, she wanted to cum on his cock and squeeze it dry. After all, he allowed her, though… What kind of pleasures would she ignore? He was clearly a junkie gangbanger who enjoyed anything that took him away from reality, so he was probably a nympho too.
Y/n closed her eyes so as not to see Sanzu's face, trying to concentrate solely on her enjoyment, as if he didn't exist and she was in her room alone. But, despite having a lot of imagination, the essence of that man penetrated all her senses and he did not let her ignore him.
She felt her breasts crushing against Sanzu's torso, and his large hands roughly cupping her bottom. A thrust, which she didn't encourage, made her shiver as it touched a couple of pretty sweet spots deep inside her.
“Ah!” His eyes rolled back at her, her toes flexed, and her walls drenching him like an inexperienced virgin schoolgirl. His thrusts hardened the pace, driving her partially insane.
“Do you think I'm going to let you close your eyes?” Sanzu laughed out loud, watching her squirm in his arms with satisfaction “No, no, no, no. I want you to know the mistake you're making...” he growled with pleasure “I want you to look me in the eyes while you cum like a slut”.
Inside, Y/n would have liked to reproach him, but her pussy had other plans. With her priorities set, she decided that she didn't care about her pride enough to reject Sanzu. After all, what had her pride done for her so far?
Each time she was closer to it, her eyes clouded with tears, while Sanzu continued to charge against her walls without mercy. Giving her continuous spasms that helped her skim the sky. Until she couldn't take it anymore, and she came all over him, wetting his expensive outfit in the process. Electricity coursed through her entire anatomy, causing her to moan openly from the rooftops.
Sanzu wasted no time joining her, taking advantage of her moment of vulnerability to cum around her smooth, warm walls without protest. Y/n was now in her arms almost unaware of it, while he combed her fingers through some tangled strands of hair. With a very clear thought sailing through her mind This won't be the last time.
“Apparently I'm a good dildo, right, Y/n?”
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Heaven — Five Hargreeves
Request: “Can I get 53, 31, 48 from fluff and 28 and 29 and 68 with heavy smut? Where Five is an emotionless Assassin from the commission and does his job without remorse or mercy until he meets the reader and he will do anything to make her his? And will kill anyone who gets in his way between him and the reader? If your okay with this!”
Fluff prompts:
31. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”
48. “nothing else matters except for you.”
53. “There are no limits when it comes to you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”
Smut prompts:
28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
68. “Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.“
A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!
I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.
My God, I loved it so much!! Thank you so much for request, I loved writing it!💖💖 I hope you like!
Guys, I really understand who doesn’t feel comfortable reading or writing Five’s smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//
English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.
Requests are open. Love you ❤️
Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.
Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, bad words, blood, murder, mention of death (and sooo explicit heavy smut), fluff too.
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He was not a saint.
The trail of blood, bodies and the smell of death he had left behind could terrify even the strongest mind. He could get the devil to run.
He has already broken many bones, but none of them were his own. Once, there was an army, he was alone, and he broke many bones.
He was not a saint.
If there was a note for death and danger, it would be his symphony of life. Echoing and constant whenever the viscous and metallic liquid stained him white shirt.
Five Hargreeves did not consider himself a good person. But he didn't think he was bad too. He was just minding his own business. Even if it meant killing the innocent people that the Commission was ordering.
It was ironic. Five had been raised by Reginald to be a hero, to save people, and what he was doing was just the opposite. Was Needed cold blood, a focused mind, an objective.
Five had a closed and serious countenance. And in his case, the book could very well be judged by the cover, because Five it was also closed and serious inside. He It had the typical soul of a storm and a rough sea, where the wind blew with fury and the rain punished, while the sea was brutal and with aggressive waves capable of swallowing up a city in its entirety.
Anyone could see the warning sign hanging from his chest: "GIVE UP ALL THE HOPE IF YOU ENTER HERE." He was advancing with heavy artillery. Five was heavy artillery. The Commission considered he best of the best.
Five Hargreeves could get the devil to run. Nobody couldn't fool him, hook him, he wasn't a trout. He was a shark, dangerous and big. With a sharp and cruelly intelligent mind. Working in an equally sharp and cruelly intelligent environment.
But none of that bothered him. Five did not fear the fury of the Commission or its representatives. Machiavelli said that: you can only insult the other if you are not afraid of his retaliation. And Five feared no one. When angry, he had the same caustic look that Lucifer threw around shortly after The Fall. And it was a surprise that that look did not leave a trail of rubble wherever it passed.
Five did not liked what he job did, but it did not affect that he was very good at it. He had been anesthetized for years. Submerged in an inertia of emotions that not even the largest number of victims could tremble. He was already convinced that his furthermore emotions were buried as deep as possible in his soul of the troubled sea, lost. Such as Atlantida. Perhaps, like Atlandida, his emotions were a myth.
And Five had already accepted that. Even he sets eyes on you.
It was another routine day of that profane work: finding the target, shooting down, not leaving witnesses and leaving. And that was exactly what would be done. If it was not you.
Five was seated at one of the tables at a local Irish bar, the glass filled with cold beer set in front of him. The rays of the sun, from a year that he did not even care to know more about, were entering inside the large windows that overlooked the busy streets. People's humorous conversations filled that place with bright, welcoming walls, but Five felt none of it. Anesthetized.
But for some reason, when the door bell rang when someone came in, he raised his face towards the door and... his breath was gone.
The moment you walked through that door, Five knew it was hopeless for him. Your beauty was blinding. Sublime. Impressive. He felt as if his whole life had been wandering in the desert and finally found his oasis. Lepid, fierce heat swept Five's body from the top of his head with night-black hair to the tip of his feet.
You wandered your eyes around the place, and you seemed to find what you wanted because your eyes softened and you went towards your goal.
But just as Five was oblivious to the world because of you, so were you oblivious to the world, but for something else. And it was like this, oblivious, that you hit your waist on the front end of Five's table, causing his glass to swing and fall on the table, pouring all the beer on the floor. Five stood up quickly to keep from getting wet, but a few splashes of the cold drink had hit his suit.
“Oh my God, I'm so sorry!”
You said promptly, trembling hands quickly lifting the glass from the table, your voice nervous and embarrassed. You righted his table while the waitress came to clean up the spilled liquid.
“I wet your suit, god, I'm so sorry.” And when Five noticed,your hands were drying the beer droplets with a napkin.
That was when the two of you looked at each other for the first time. The heat immediately gave way to a cold sweat.
Something inside him stirred and woke up, something that had been dormant for years. Sensations that had never before appeared now snaked through his body, waiting for the best time to hang him. Even with a layer of clothing and a napkin, Five felt the warmth of you touch, and he wondered if you had been forged in the sun.
Dangerous. The sensations you aroused in him were dangerous. And therefore, you were dangerous.
“It's all right.”
If it had been anyone else, Five would have burst. His moods were not one of the best and he felt that anything could set him on fire.
But apparently, not for you.
That afternoon, Five convinced you to join him, saying, whit charming, he would forget about the incident if you sat with him.
He tried to convince himself not to do that, that he should just give a mocking smile and leave. He had done this millions of times, and he knew it was one of the best ways to avoid headaches. Even so, the smile didn't come and he couldn't turn his back on you.
The sensations you stirred up in him were addictive, and Five was lost in a hurricane, trying to understand what was happening to him. But he couldn't let you go. Not without knowing his name.
But it took on proportions that he never considered. You were funny, witty, with an intelligent, warm gleam in your eyes. At that moment, while Five found himself really enjoying someone's company instead of just tolerating it, he felt out of his own body.
God, he was losing track of reality.
He had a job to do, a person to finish. The list was full but... but his body didn't order any muscles to move. It was like... while you were talking to him, with an extraordinary friendliness and ease of making friends, he felt alive for the first time.
Five had been alive for 25 years. But only now did he feel his own heart beat.
But when your time inevitably came, and you said goodbye and thanked you for the lunch that Five and you had — he didn't even remember how the situation got there. Since when did he have lunch with someone? — As soon as you left for that door, it took with you all the new feelings that were aroused within him.
Executing the target that day was weird, going to Motel's room was weird, and cleaning the blood was weird. There was something different, a shortness of breath, an itch in the palm of his hand, his body desperate for something he didn't know what it was.
Five Hargreeves stayed in that martyrdom for days, weeks. He was trying to understand his own body, his own mind. He felt he was losing his sanity and that the body, now that he experienced what it was like to be alive, repudiated the feeling of feeling dead.
He was trapped in some damn spell that you had cast on him. If Five looked in the mirror at the place of the chest you touched over his shirt, he could feel his skin tingle.
Fuck, he was losing his sanity!
The situation was stupid, he didn't need anyone, he didn't depend on anyone. But after the second week Five found himself returning to that bar again, feeling completely stupid to be looking for someone he barely knew.
What a stupid thing. He said to himself as soon as entered that place.
But that's when he saw you. With the bar uniform on, you hair tied up in a ponytail with a few strands dangling from your face, your chest slightly heaving, a pad of paper with a pen in hands. His heart skipped a beat, as if he found something he didn't even know was lost.
Five felt lost amidst a jumble of thoughts and reactions. But as soon as you saw him, with a smile was purely sincere and happy appearing on you lips and went towards him, the answers to all the questions that plagued him for weeks flashed in his mind like neon lights:
I want her.
He wanted you since the day he saw you. You were beautiful, with a maddening body, a sublime smile and the heat of a thousand suns. Now Five realized that had never wanted anything so desperately in his life.
Five thought he understood the desire: an attraction, a magnetic current between two people. He thought he knew what lust was: an intense hunger, a strong yearning. And he found out that he didn't understand anything.
For when you embraced him and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, the desire was a hot, black whirlwind that ripped you from end to end, with dizzying speed, and dragged you towards perdition, below any intellect. Five thought he was going crazy when he felt your heart beat next to his, in the same frantic rhythm. The same compass needed.
But Five was not going crazy. He wasn’t crazy when he saw your cheeks flush when he looked at you more carefully, he wasn’t crazy when he noticed your hands trembling slightly with his presence.
Were you feeling the same things?
Yes. And he found that out when first kissed you. It had been a few weeks since he had used, for himself, the excuse that he was going to that bar just to drink something and not to see you again.
But that was not how you two met that day
Five had just finished a job that did not end soo much great. A fight had taken place, and a bullet had grazed his left shoulder, tearing through the flesh. His clothes were flooded with red, thick, metallic liquid. His muscles ached and the wound stung like hell.
He was on his way back when the car popped loudly, the car stalled in place and smoke began to rise from the bikes.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” Five punched the steering wheel, cursed the Commission for making such a damn fuck thing available.
He had just gotten out of the car when a car passed by and stopped.
“Five?” This time, his body throbbed for something else instead of pain.
He saw you get out of the car, your eyes shocked, the livid concern on your face, your hands shaking.
“My god, are you okay?!”
Five hated to appear that he was not able to deal with anything, but there was no plausible and peaceful lie to what you were seeing. You didn't let him make any decisions at that moment, you just stuck him in you own car, and when the chance of taking Five to the hospital had been vehemently denied by him, you ran the car to you own apartment.
“Oh my god, oh my god.”
You whispered to yourself, now at in your bed, closing the cut on Five's shoulder after he took a shower.
“I can do this.” He repeated it for the ninth time, but you shook your head.
But, while for you the situation was only for first aid, for Five it was torture in a very different sense.
Your touch was addictive, hot and fiery. Five didn't want to want you, but he did. He wanted you to beg for it too, so that Five could pretend to be in control. He wanted you to burn for him, just as he always burned when he was near you.
Under a light gauze, you covered the bruise on his shoulder, letting out a loud sigh that went to another very specific spot on Five's body. You asked for an explanation and he said that he had been mugged and reacted, but that the bandits had received what they deserved. He had to lie. At least for now. At least while he wanted you so much to touch him.
Perhaps this madness would pass.
But it didn't pass, your hands were still on Five's warm skin and he felt his heart pounding in his chest.
He wanted you. Holy Mother of God, he wanted you so fuck much! The knuckles of his fingers were whitened, the strength with which he clenched his fists.
But you whispered his name under your breath, as if you too were trapped in that cloud of lust and passion. So it was the end. Five kissed you, hungry, desperate, as if he wasn't going to have a tomorrow. He pulled you around the waist so you could sit on his lap, his hands roaming your body, squeezing all the flesh he could touch.
“I was asking how much more time was take to you to kiss me.”
You whispered against his lips, with a mischievous smile on your face, your hands roaming through his hair as you held a sigh when he adjusted your hips under you. God only knows how long you've been dreaming about this guy.
“Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” Five barely recognized his own voice.
This time, you who kissed him, your body burning in suppressed passion and desire, burning under the intense touch of Five. You hardly saw it when your shirt left, nor when you skirt went up until it was exposed to him. You whimpered, your lips going down to his neck and hiding your face there, squirming when his hand went up from your thigh to its pulsating center.
“Your skin is so hot. You were wishing for that, weren't you?” Five whispered, his voice hoarse.
You heart was beating fast in chest, cheeks were flushed, and Five brought your face up to look at him, lust bubbling in her eyes. You frantically agreed, rummaging you hips in him when you gasped. He curled his mouth over your left breast, groaning against your skin as you tightened your fingers on the back of his neck.
“F-five!” The liquid dripped from inside you to your thighs, and Five let out a loud moan of satisfaction when he saw it.
He raised his mouth to you, and, without kissing you, he sighed maliciously on yours lips: “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
After that point, everything became more crude. Five's touch on your waist gained pressure, marking your skin with purple marks on his fingers, his mouth bit and sucked on your breast, like a hungry man, and you were being driven crazy.
That's when two of his fingers entered you, deep, strong, opening your walls.
"Five!" You moaned loudly, your body hot under his lap, at the mercy of lustful desires.
“Shit! You are so tight!” His moan transcended between painful and angry, as if you were pushing him to the limit. “How are you going to put up with my dick, doll? You almost can't take my fingers!”
Five jerked his fingers inside you and hit rock bottom. You screamed, tears welling up in your eyes, the walls throbbing on his dick.
“Answer me!” His free hand came down on your thigh, and you bit your lip to keep from moaning loudly again.
“II am going to put up with you-everything.” You whined.
“How much?!” Five pulled your chin up to look at him, the hunger overwhelming his eyes, he's holding on as much as possible so he doesn't deal too badly with you.
Not yet.
“An-Anything as you give it to me.” You purred like a kitten "Fuck me hard, Five."
Oh you didn't say that.
His hand came down on your left cheek, letting out a soft slap and pulled your chin back at him, he jaw clenched by the effort he made to keep from fucking and hitting you so hard.
“Do you want it hard?! I will leave you without walking for days!” Five got up with you on his lap, threw you on the bed and slapped your thigh.
“Turn around!” He ordered in a snarl, removing his own pants, and as soon as you positioned yourself with your hips up and your face on the mattress, a hard, brutal slap made you moan loudly, squeezing your hands on the pillow.
The right hand wrapped around your hair, pulling your face off the pillow as Five positioned itself behind you.
“What you want?” He growled.
“I whant You fuck me hard!” God, you were begging, you needed him so much, you wanted him so much.
“How much hard?”
“Much! I want you to fuck me until I can't stay…”
Five came inside you brutally, pushing your body onto the mattress, making you moan loudly. He didn't let you finish, it barely gave you time to moan. As soon as he started to move, his rhythm became relentless, coarse, rude, forcing himself deeper inside you with each thrust.
Tears stung your face, you pussy throbbed in excitement, so fucking good that you felt like you were in heaven.
“What is it, lillet slut?” He pushed deeper, his voice arrogant and condescending, “Am I too big for you? For that tight pussy?” A slap went down your ass again, the other hand never coming out of your hair.
“F-fi-five! Please, I need this so much!”
The desperation in your voice did things to him, further igniting Five's desire to fuck you until he broke you.
“You were so tight! So. fucking. tight!” And you moaned and pushed him hips at him like you couldn't live without what he gave you. “Fuck, this is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted me to broke you!”
“Yes!” You screamed as he keeping fuck you deeper and deeper “Pl-please!”
Your voice was too much for him! Five's hunger snarled and roared like a beast, increasing the desire to get you so badly. He hit your ass hard, letting go of your hair and sticking both hands on your waist, pulling you violently to his dick.
“Say my name over and over again! And, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good! ” Five combined a deep thrust with the tug on his waist, making his dick reach your unimaginable corners.
“Five!”
“Higher!” A slap.
“Five!” One more slap.
“Higher!” Another slap.
“F-FIVE!”
His mouth went to your shoulder, his lips tightening there as he pushed himself deep inside you. You were very close, super stimulated, your legs were shaking, your heart was pounding.
Five was fucking you so hard that you could barely groan, giving you sensations that you never felt before. You came with a loud groan, trembling on his dick, losing your breath when Five sank to the bottom of the well and came there, filling you with his hot cum.
Five Hargreeves thought that after that he would be free of your effects, freed from that desperation that was always wanting to be with you.
But then again, he was deeply mistaken.
Everything only increased in unimaginable proportions. Jealousy came, the overwhelming sense of protection, the need to be with you. Now he not only fucked you hard, but he made a point of leaving you at work and picking you up at night.
And that's when you said you loved him. And his world has turned inside out once again. Five didn't respond right away, he was dumbfounded and bewildered, and you said he only had to speak when he was ready.
He love you? That question hung around his mind for days.
Five felt at peace with you company, relaxed with your touch, happy whenever he heard your voice. You were the only place he thought about going back after a hard job, after the day had gotten the best of him.
He love you?
That was when The Handler told him, in one day, that it was good that his new “pet” did not make him deviate from the Commission's objectives.
Five has never felt so furious in his life. He came as close to her as possible, making her look death in the eye, and said that if any hair disappeared from your pretty head, he would stop everything and kill everyone on that commission. And The Handler knew that Five was not bluffing.
That's when he found out that he loved you. That the idea of seeing you hurt, even if it was a scratch, was unacceptable. And that's when Five realized that his world only revolved when you were with him.
“I love you.” He released that night, you were lying on his chest, watching some series on TV when Five cut off the characters' lines.
You looked at him in bewilderment, propping yourself up on your elbow to see him better.
“What?”
Five looked him in the eye, and in the most sincere and truthful way, he said: "nothing else matters except for you."
Your eyes filled with tears, and you kissed him as if Five were your whole world. In fact, he certainly were your world. But it was at that moment that he said he had to talk to you, and that's when he told you the whole truth.
Shocked would be an understatement to say what you felt at that moment.
It took a few days for you to digest the whole truth and several conversations with Five to understand what was really going on. You saw his powers, his briefcase, his life story. And Five knew, when the dust settled and you said that none of that mattered, that you really loved him.
“I just can't have anything with someone who hides things from me.” You said “ I understand the reasons why you didn't tell me before, but now I don't want any more lies between us.”
“None.” He smiled, and looked at you as if he finally understood that you loved him.
And it is logical that you noticed.
“ I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you." You laughed.
And in that moment, in that fraction of a second, Five realized that he would never be able to live without you.
“I'm just afraid of your job. Whether you get hurt or they want to hurt you coming after me and…”
Five didn't let you finish. He held you in his hands, your cheeks in his palms, and whispered, “There are no limits when it comes to you. I'll do anything to keep you safe. ”
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BTS Reaction || S/O Swearing In Another Language [Request]
A/N: First of all if you can speak another language props to you cause I can barely speak English and I’ve been speaking it for 24 years also I don’t speak any of these languages so if anything is wrong please tell me haha
SEOKJIN: (Yiddish)
For a while you had been teaching little bits of Yiddish to Jin whenever he asked you to, he found it great when he could insult one of the boys and they would have no idea what he was saying to them,
"Teach me another one." He begged as he laid beside you in bed one night, you rolled your eyes playfully at him trying to think of something you could tell him,
"Gay Kocken Offen Yom." You stared at him as he tried to figure out what you had said but he shook his head,
"You'll have to tell me, all I got was "ocean" at the end there." You giggled softly before explaining what you said to him,
"It's just a phrase, I said 'Go shit in the ocean', it doesn't really mean anything but you said to teach you something." He began saying it over and over again until he had the pronunciation perfect.
YOONGI: (Hindi)
Yoongi was familiar with the Hindi language since you would frequently use it around the house whenever you got the chance to, even teaching Yoongi and Namjoon a few phrases whenever they wanted to learn something new so when he heard you yell out in Hindi it was no big deal until it was followed by a loud smashing sound,
"Maa-dar-choo!" You screamed out before a loud smash sounded, Yoongi lept up from the sofa and raced into the kitchen to find you running your hand under the cold tap and repeating the word over and over again.
"What happened?!" He questioned as he saw glass on the floor with spilt food all over the place,
"I grabbed the dish when it was hot," You hissed, whispering the same phrase under your breath as the cold water cooled your skin down.
"What does Maa-Dar-choo mean then?" He questioned as he cleaned up the floor trying to distract you from the burning pain you had in your hand.
"Mother fucker," You laughed softly looking at your hand to see if you needed a doctor but it was nothing more than a small burn that would heal from home.
"Swearing in Hindi," He tutted playfully as he shook his head,
"Hey, you swear in Korean all the time." You nudged him as you began helping him clean up.
HOSEOK: (Polish)
Ever since you and Hoseok had gotten back from food shopping he'd locked himself in his home studio doing something, you figured he'd gotten a random boost of inspiration and decided to leave him while you packed everything away at home and made some dinner for the both of you. Hoseok had been acting weird since you swore in the middle of the supermarket, a man grabbed your ass not knowing that Hoseok was with you and you swore at him maybe he was embarrassed about it.
"Hobi? I made us some dinner," You whispered as you walked into the studio, he turned around in the chair was a red face. At first, you thought it was angry but then you noticed he was laughing and laughing very hard,
"What's so funny?" You whispered, laughing softly since his laughter was so contagious.
"You told him he was a fucking asshole?" You bit down on your lip remembering that you swore in Polish in the middle of the store, yelling out " Jebany dupek ," which literally translated to "Fucking Asshole," it explained while Hoseok was laughing so hard.
"I had no idea what it meant so I came back to look it up," You groaned laying your head on his shoulder while he tried to get you to teach him how to say it properly.
NAMJOON: (Greek)
You and Namjoon hadn't been dating long when you got into a small meaningless argument over something you could no longer remember but the both of you were so heated it continued to build over nothing until he finally gave in and walked away from you,
"Malaka," You mumbled under your breath not thinking that he would be able to understand you but he started laughing as he turned to look at you. He knew you were in a fight but hearing you call him an "asshole" in Greek he couldn't help but start laughing.
"xeris oti katalavaino?" You blinked at him as he said "You know I understand?" and you couldn't help but join in laughing with him.
"I thought I could get away with it," You whispered, kissing his chin as he kissed the top of your head.
"Not quite, maybe learn another language." He winked before going off to order you both something to eat.
JIMIN: (Swedish)
Jimin was in awe of you as you began ranting to him in both English and Swedish, switching between the languages right in front of him as you continued to ramble about a driver in front of you that had cut you off in the middle of the road,
"He nearly hit me! The idiotic- Agh! - Hjulet Snurrar Men Hamstern är död!" You yelled out as Jimin stared at you, blinking as he tried to think of what you could have said but the only word he thought he would have known was Hamster but nothing made sense if you had said Hamster.
"What?" You questioned as you could see how confused he was, his eyebrows were pressed together as he tried to work it out.
"What did you say...The Swedish part, I didn't catch it." You felt your body heat up in embarrassment but you repeated what it meant to him,
"The wheel is turning but the hamster is dead...Just means the guy was stupid," Jimin blushed as he kept trying to repeat it, promising he was going to use it for Jungkook one day if he ever got the chance to.
TAEHYUNG: (Spanish)
"Come Mierda," You spat out at someone that began yelling at Taehyung for nothing, the man stormed off while Taehyung watched you closely trying to figure out what you had said in Spanish. It always amazed him whenever you would switch to a different language but this time he knew that it couldn't have been a good thing that you had said and he was interested in knowing what it was.
"What did you call him to make him storm off?" He laughed as you sat down beside him in the restaurant again, the two of you were trying to have a nice evening but the man began yelling at you both for sitting too close, for being too loving to one another when it had nothing to do with him. Then the man began attacking Taehyung for no reason and you lost him,
"I called him a shit eater, I don't think he knew what it meant though," You laughed softly reaching forward for your drink.
JUNGKOOK: (Bulgarian)
Jungkook was laughing while you and Jimin bickered over who was cheating in the game of Uno that you were having, there was a power outage in the city so you and the boys were making the most of it while you could.
"That's cheating!" You yelled out as Jimin placed down a plus 4 to end the game on, of course, it sparked the debate on whether or not you were allowed to or not.
"Jungkook!" You whined as he took Jimin's side, Jimin smirked at you smugly so you threw the cards down and began mumbling in Bulgarian thinking that none of them would be able to understand what you were saying but Jungkook started laughing loudly as soon as he heard you mumble,
"Kon da ti go natrese," Jimin began demanding to know what it meant while Jungkook died of laughter on the sofa,
"T-They told you to go and get fucked by a horse," Jimin pouted before storming off in the other direction while Jungkook continued to die of laughter on the sofa.
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