#okay guess i can forgive you for controlling the means of production
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I cannot get over Aleksander and Regina in Dark. This boy is on the run because he killed somebody, he's been shot and is losing a lot of blood. What he needs to do is lie low!! What does he do? Sees a girl being bullied and immediately threatens the bullies at gunpoint!
Promptly almost faints from bloodloss as soon as he's seen them off. Lets this girl he's never met before in his life take him to her house for medical care because he can't go to the hospital because he's, once again, on the run for a crime committed with the very gun he's just been waving at her bullies!!
And then next time we see them together he's staring at her all gooey while she talks about the book she's reading and her relationship with her mother??
The greatest of all time no notes.
#i am obsessed#i saw aleksander's literal crimes and was like#okay guess i can forgive you for controlling the means of production#because he is such a wife guy#aleksander tiedemann#regina tiedemann#dark netflix
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hii can i request bestfriends heeseung and y/n who have never done anything together but one night while having a sleepover things just go in that direction 👀👀👀 (using prompts 8 & 12 please🥺)
A/N: this is such a cute concept i love it (u didn’t specify who says what so i chose lol i hope thats okay, I also made hee a soft dom)
Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, cock warming
Word count: 3k
You tap lotion onto your face as Heeseung pulls his sheet mask off. He pats the remaining product into his skin.
“You don’t even need that,” you roll your eyes. “Your skin is already perfect.”
“Jealous?” he teases.
“Yes, I one hundred percent am.” you admit and he chuckles.
You finish up in the bathroom and then plop onto your bed. Heeseung leans over you and grabs the remote on your nightstand. He clicks to Bojack Horseman as always then lays down next to you, scrolling through his phone.
You kick him in the shin. “Gimme some space.”
He frowns and sprawls himself on top of you. “What, you don’t wanna love on me?”
You laugh and try to push him off. “I feel violated.”
He rolls away, chuckling.
You’re scrolling through tiktok together when a video of someone joking about porn comes up. You cackle and Heeseung looks at you.
“How do you know about that?” he asks, wide eyed.
“What do you mean?” you ask awkwardly.
“Do you watch porn?” he asks and you turn away from him, giggling.
“That’s a very private question.” you say, covering your face with your hands.
“So you do!” he exclaims and he’s blushing too.
You guys talked about sex occassionaly, only when you were sharing stories about hook ups though.
“What kind do you watch?” he says, only half joking and you punch him in the shoulder.
“That’s an extremely private question.” you say.
“I thought we were for lifers.” he replies and you laugh.
If he were a female friend you wouldn’t hesitate to tell her all of this, but for some reason he made you shy. You still remember when you became aware that he was a guy. It was the summer before tenth grade when he grew three inches, his voice dropped, and his shoulders began to broaden. It was the summer you became more aware of his masculinity and ever since then, things kind of changed. Not for the worse, things are just different now.
You continue to scroll when another scandalous tiktok comes up. It said something about wanting to be dominated and taken control of.
You groan. “Why do I keep getting these things?”
“The for you page gives you things that it knows you’d like.” he remarks and you scrunch your nose at him. “What? I think it was pretty hot.”
You choke. “You’re a bottom?”
“No!” he guffaws. “I meant to be the giver in that situation.”
“Ohhh,” you say, trying not to get too embarrassed. The thought of him doing that to someone drove you a little insane.
“Are you?” he asks and you shove him.
“You weirdo.” you accuse and he holds his hands up.
“I just think best friends should know these things about each other.”
You shrug him off and turn your phone off. “I don’t trust my phone anymore, let’s watch yours.”
You scoot over to him and rest your head on his shoulder.
He scoffs. “I thought you wanted space?”
“Are you complaining?” you tease.
“Of course not.” He fake yawns to get his arm around you and you cackle.
He taps a gentle beat onto your shoulder while scrolling through instagram. You can’t help but tense up in his embrace. He had been a bit more touchy than usual lately; random hugs, playing with your fingers, adjusting your clothes, and tying up your shoelaces whenever he could.
“Wow I do not like this.” he says at someone’s prom outfit.
“Me neither,” you frown. “It’s kind of outdated.”
“When’s our prom?” he asks.
“I think in a month.”
“We’re going together right?” he asks and your heart skips a beat. You figured that you’d go together but him asking you made you anxious.
“Yeah,” you try to sound confident.
“Are we gonna coordinate our outfits?” he lightly squeezes your side and you squeal.
“But we’re not going as a couple.” you say and he rolls his eyes.
“So? It’d be weird to show up together with mismatched outfits.” he says and you nod in agreement. “Do you have an idea of what you wanna wear?” he asks.
“I think I wanna go more simple and do black.” you say and he groans.
“You always wear black dresses.”
“And? I look hot in them.” you defend.
“You’re right you’re right.” he accepts defeat and you giggle.
As the night goes on you slowly slump further into Heeseung’s side. At one point his arm goes numb so you scooch in front of him and rest your back against his chest. You’ve gotten used to being so close to him, and at this point you just wanted more.
His arms are wrapped loosely around you as you watch Coraline on the tv. He reaches up to run his hand through his hair but instead punches you decently hard in the boob. You yelp and hold your chest.
“Ahh! Sorry sorry!” he holds your shoulders. “I’m sorry.”
You can’t help but laugh through your pain. “Trying to make me lose a boob or something?”
“Noo, no I’m sorry, forgive me.” he asks, sounding genuinely worried.
Sure you were exaggerating your reaction, but what’s wrong with having a little fun with him.
You elbow him in the side and he cries out.
“Revenge.” you say with a smug smile.
He waits a moment before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back. He’s always stronger than you would’ve guessed. You yell as he climbs on top of you and begins to tickle your sides.
You kick around and try to push him off but he won’t budge.
“Get off, I’m dying!” you cackle from his relentless tickling.
“You asked for it.” he says.
“I thought we promised no tickle fights?” you grab a pillow to protect yourself but he’s quick to chuck it away.
“I had my fingers crossed.” he jokes.
You muster all of your strength and hook your leg around him to get him onto his back, a trick Jungwon taught you.
Without thought, you climb on top of him and pin his hands down. It take you a moment to realize what position you’re in. You both freeze for a second before bursting out laughing.
You fall onto your back, holding your chest.
“What the hell was that?” he asks, laughing. “Some fifty shades of gray type of shit.”
You kick him in the shoulder. “I’m sorry!” you say through a fit of giggles. You try to push yourself up but your legs are bent in a way that makes it a little tough. Heeseung assists you and pulls you up into a sitting position by your waist.
You’re still giggling a bit when you feel his nose brush against yours.
“Hi.” you whisper and he waits a moment before gently pushing his lips against yours. Your heart leaps into your throat but you try to stay calm as possible.
He pulls away (to your disappointment) and looks at you with wide eyes.
“Fuck, I’m sorry-” he says and before he can finish your hold his face and kiss him back. His arms snake around your waist and he pulls you flush against him.
You can’t believe that this is happening. You wonder if all the things you’ve fantasized about would happen tonight. Of course not, you’re crazy, you think. But you could already imagine with hands adventuring your body, touching you just how you like it.
Your fingers dip into the back of his shirt collar. You’re barely touching his skin, but it still feels so special.
His lips move to your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. Your breath becomes increasingly ragged as his kisses become more open mouthed and messy.
He looks up at you. “Is this okay? Like do you want this?”
You nod eagerly and he smiles. “Cute.” he says to himself.
He gently rests you onto your back and traces your waist before pushing your top up. He peppers kisses all over your stomach and ribs before getting to the band of your bralette.
You blush. “I would’ve worn something nicer if I knew this was gonna happen.”
He shakes his head. “I like it, it’s pretty.”
You tug your shirt over your head along with your bra. He lets out a small gasp and you rush to cover yourself.
“Wait, no no.” he pulls your hands away.
“You’re making me shy.” you turn your head away and he chuckles.
“So perfect.” he says before softly kissing your chest.
You let out a small moan while running your fingers through his hair.
He slowly runs his tongue over your nipples while rubbing your sides. You can feel wetness starting to pool in your underwear.
You instinctively swivel your hips, looking for some kind of stimulation and he smiles.
“Do you need something?” he asks teasingly and you feel your cheeks heat up.
“Yeah,” you answer.
“What is it?”
You shake your head out of embarrassment.
“Well you’re gonna have to tell me or I’m just gonna leave you like this.” he says nonchalantly and you sigh.
You swallow your pride. “Touch me, please?”
“Attagirl.” he says and tugs your shorts off. “Show me how you like it.”
Your eyes widen. “Huh?”
“You heard me,” he says. “Show me first.”
You breathe in nervously before sliding your hand into your underwear. You circle your clit once and do your best to hold in a moan. He pulls your underwear to the side to watch you.
“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asks. “When you’re home alone and it’s late at night?”
You nod sheepishly and he smiles. “What do you imagine?”
“I’m not telling you,” you blush. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. If you tell me, I'll tell you what I think about too.” he suggests and you accept the deal.
“I-I imagine my fingers being yours,” you swallow thickly.
“Mhm,” he encourages you while gingerly kissing your thighs.
“And,” you hesitate for a moment. “I imagine your tongue on me, and you filling me up. What about you?”
He smiles. “I imagine touching you like this,” he rubs his hands down your thighs and reaches up to pinch your nipples. “I imagine kissing you here,” he kisses your inner thigh, “and here,” he kisses you so close to where you need him the most and you quiver. He grabs your hand and pushes your fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widen and he smirks. “You taste good.”
You nearly cum just from seeing and hearing that.
“I imagine doing this.” He lowers his head and licks a gentle stripe up your pussy. Your thighs snap around his head and he pushes them back open.
“Relax sweetheart, let me make you feel good.” he says before delving into you. Your back arches off the bed right away and your fingers find his hair. Goddamn he’s good.
He circles his tongue on your clit, hungrily but still gently.
“Fuck,” you exhale and he smiles.
He pushes a finger into you with ease and soon adds another. You roll your hips against his tongue as his fingers pump in and out of you. You whimper as the overwhelming pleasure runs through your body.
“Oh my god,” you squeak as your legs begin to shake. Already? You think.
His fingers stay at a steady pace as he messily sucks on your clit. You tug at his hair and he moans into you.
“Please don’t stop.” you beg and he obeys.
Your hips begin to lift off the mattress and he pins you down, keeping you in place. Your orgasm pours through you like sweet syrup, leaving you trembling under him.
He comes up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself. You wipe your juices off his chin with your thumb then lick it off.
He watches you in awe. “God you’re hot.”
You pull his hoodie over his head and push him onto his back. Your fingers trace his shoulders, then his waist, and every muscle on his torso. You kiss him down to the band of his sweats before pulling them down along with his Calvins.
His cock springs up and hits his lower stomach. You slowly kiss up his shaft then waste no time getting him in your mouth. He hisses and caresses your hair.
He hits the back of your throat every time you bob your head but you don’t care. His head drops back with a tempting moan.
“Fuck you’re good.” he says with a small smile.
You stroke the inches you can’t reach with your hand.
You wish you could imprint this image of him in your mind: his head lulling back, his adam's apple bobbing every time he swallows, his brows furrowing, his mouth parting open. You’re almost tempted to take a photo.
You take him all the way into your throat and swallow around him. The moan he lets out sounds better than a song.
You look up at him and watch him rake his hand through his hair. His abs contract every time you come down on him.
“Just like that,” he purrs, sending heat straight to your core.
You feel so dirty with your spit dripping down your chin but at the same time, it feels so good.
“Such a good girl,” he coos. “Sucking this cock so well.”
You nod at him and he smiles.
“Come here,” he pulls you into a position where he can reach you better and squeezes your ass. He tenderly traces his fingers down your spine before slowly pushing two fingers into you. You whine on his cock and he smirks.
“Still so wet.” he says while slightly curling his fingers, you jolt and he chuckles. “Feels good huh?”
You nod and he pets your hair. “Keep going, that’s it.”
His fingers pick up the pace as your sucking and licking becomes more sloppy.
His moans become more desperate and when he expects you to pull off you keep your head down, taking his cum down your throat.
“Did you just swallow?” he asks you, still breathing heavy.
You nod with a smile and he pulls you into a passionate kiss.
He flips you onto your back, eagerly kissing down your body before lining himself up with your entrance.
“Fuck me please,” you exhale and he smiles.
“Of course,” he pushes into you and you whine from the feeling. He stretches you out just right. “God you have good pussy.” he moans and you giggle.
He leans down to kiss you and you whimper into his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” you plead and he kisses your neck, sucking and nibbling to leave a hickey. “People are gonna see.” you say and he smiles.
“That’s the point.” he says. "Don’t you want people to know how good you are for me?”
You blush and nod.
“Give me one too sweetheart.” he says softly while leaning over you.
You rub up and down his sides while gently biting and licking at his neck, leaving a pretty red blush on his neck.
His fingers trail down to circle your clit while grinding his hips into yours. Your eyes roll back as he does so and he smiles. He can’t stop thinking about how captivating you are. He can’t take his eyes off you. Which gives him an idea.
He grabs your jaw and turns it to the mirror next to your bed. “Look at yourself.” he says.
Your heartbeat quickens, not used to seeing yourself in this state.
“Look how good you take it.” he says and you can’t deny it, you look hot as fuck.
He looks at you watching his cock disappear in and out of your cunt. You drag your hands over your waist and go to roll your nipples between your fingers.
His fingers are so slick on your clit from your juices and everything feels so good that you can’t really believe it.
He grabs onto the headboard for leverage and he looks so fucking good like this. Ever since he turned your head to the mirror, you can’t look away. You only turn to face him when your legs begin to shake and the fire in your stomach starts to dance.
“Please don’t stop,” you say with sparkling eyes. “I’m close.”
“Cum for me sweetheart,” he says right by your ear. “Be good.”
That alone sends you over the edge.
You’re back arches and your eyes roll back as your orgasm surges through you. He moans into your neck as he releases into you. You’re still pulsing around him when he finishes.
He kisses your cheeks as you come down for your high. “You did so well princess.”
You can’t help but cling to him and he chuckles. “I have to pull out of you eventually.”
“I like the way you feel.” you whine and he smiles.
You opt to cock warm him. He lays on his back and pulls you on top to straddle him. He gently pushes into you as you lay on his chest and enjoy the feeling.
He strokes your back and kisses your shoulder for a bit before he starts to subdtley thrust up into you.
You give him a look and he smiles at you sheepishly. “Wanna go again?”
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IDOLiSH7 6th Anniversary Special Story: Full of Heart...
Chapter 4: Unreasonable Demands
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Tamaki Yotsuba: I'm glad you can
get your photo now, So-chan. But are
you sure you can make it to the
North Pacific?
Sogo Osaka: I think so... He did
say he could make a stop at the nearest
yacht harbor.
Sogo Osaka: What about your photo?
You mentioned that Re:vale could
help...
Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah. I just messaged
them, and they said they were gonna
come pick us up.
Sogo Osaka: Pick us up?
[Toot toot!]
Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah! That's Momorin's car!
Momo: Tamaki! Sogo!
Yuki: Good evening.
Sogo Osaka: I'm sorry you had to
come all this way! Tamaki-kun didn't
tell me you were coming for us
until just now...
Momo: It's fine! Hop on!
Tamaki Yotsuba: Where are we going?
Yuki: Back in time.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Heh. If I could
time travel, there's a ton of stuff
I'd wanna do.
Yuki: Same here.
Tamaki Yotsuba: I bet you would
too, So-chan.
Sogo Osaka: Sure.
Momo: I've got a ton of stuff I'd change,
too. But sorry, we're not actually going
back in time. We're going to Yuki's place!
Tamaki Yotsuba: That's fine. There's
a bunch of stuff I wanna do there, too.
Yuki: Like what?
Tamaki Yotsuba: Playing the guitar.
Teach me.
Yuki: Okay.
Sogo Osaka: You could've asked me,
too... Though I'm sure Yuki-san has
better foundations and technique...
Tamaki Yotsuba: I don't wanna learn
from you. You'd get on my case about
being bad. Yukirin seems way nicer.
Yuki: I'm a lot scarier than
you think.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh..? Oh, right.
No way am I gonna learn from you.
I'll just ask Ban-chan.
Yuki: Ban's not any better, you
know. He'll click his tongue and
call you an amateur.
Tamaki Yotsuba: If he did that,
I'd start crying...
Sogo Osaka: I would, too...
Momo: I'd cry so much, my tear
ducts would never recover...
[Toot toot!]
Momo: Ah! We can talk later!
Hurry up and get in the car!
Sogo Osaka: ...Thank you!
Momo: Off we go!
- - - -
Tamaki Yotsuba: Yaaay! Long
time no see, Yukirin's place.
Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun, you
could at least thank Yuki-san for
his hospitality.
Yuki: It's fine... Hey. Tamaki-kun,
wait, at least put some slippers on
before you walk in.
Tamaki Yotsuba: It's fine.
Yuki: It's not fine. Put them on.
Sogo Osaka: I'm sorry about him!
I'll make him wear them! Tamaki-kun,
come back here. You can't just run
into people's homes like that.
Tamaki Yotsuba: I was so excited
that I had to floor it.
Momo: I guess you'll need to
install traffic lights at your
entrance hall, Yuki.
Yuki: I'll paint a little crosswalk
on the floor while I'm at it.
Sogo Osaka: Thank you, and I'm very
sorry for the trouble...
Yuki: I was joking. I guess you
can be a bit soft on Tamaki-kun,
too.
Sogo Osaka: Oh, that was a joke?
Momo: So, what's up?
Momo: You needed help finding a
childhood photo for Welcome to Kids'
Room, right?
Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah...
Tamaki Yotsuba: Y'know the apartments
I used to live at? There was this guy
there who had a camera.
Momo: A guy with a camera?
Tamaki Yotsuba: I forget his name,
but I think he lived in our neighborhood.
He took a family photo of us.
Tamaki Yotsuba: I wanna meet him,
so I can ask if he could reprint the
picture we put in Mom's casket...
Tamaki Yotsuba: And for that,
I need you guys to make some shady
deals.
Re:vale: Shady deals..?
Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah.
Re:vale: Shady deals!?
Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah. I need the help
of some underground type guys for this.
Can't Re:vale make that happen?
Yuki: You want us...
Momo: To make shady deals...
Sogo Osaka: Re:vale... Please.
If it's at all possible, then I'd
like you to help him, too.
Momo: Now even Sogo's asking...
No, hold on just a minute!
Momo: I'm not sure where you got
the idea that we make ANY kind of
shady deals to begin with. Yuki, do
you know what they're talking about?
Yuki: I have no idea. You?
Momo: Nope...
I feel like shady deals are the
one thing we can't help with...
Tamaki Yotsuba: No way... I was
sure you guys would have some leads.
Yuki: What kind of a deal were
you planning?
Momo: I think we'll be more helpful
than any of the "underground type guys"
you had in mind.
Tamaki Yotsuba: I need someone to
hack into every surveillance camera
in the world, to find out where that
dude is now.
Sogo Osaka: Every surveillance
camera in the world..?
Tamaki Yotsuba: Even though most people
don't realize it, there's shady organizations
that control the world from the shadows!
Tamaki Yotsuba: Or at least that's
what it said in this "Scary Truths of
the World" book that Isumin had.
Yuki: You mean you read it in some
book about the occult? And you went
ahead and assumed we were associated
with these shady organizations?
Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah... Re:vale kinda
gives me that sort of vibe sometimes...
Momo: I never knew people saw
us that way. Heh, not bad.
Yuki: So basically, you want to
know where that camera guy is now?
Good thing I happen to know a private
detective.
Sogo Osaka: You know a private
detective? Did you meet him while
studying for a role?
Yuki: No... I met him while
looking for your manager...
Tamaki Yotsuba: Oh, Ban-chan!
Yuki: Yep.
Momo: But if that private detective
couldn't find Ban-san, how useful
could he possibly be?
Yuki: Probably not very useful,
no.
Momo: But you still kept him
on your payroll?
Yuki: Well, Ban taught me not to
keep replacing our bandmates, and you
taught me to hold people dear...
Momo: Oh, Yuki! You're such
a good boy!!! You're a gentleman
and a hottie rolled into one!
Yuki: I sure am. I'll even forgive
you for our earlier argument.
Tamaki Yotsuba: You guys had a fight?
Momo: We butted heads over
our Welcome to Kids' Room photos,
that's all.
Sogo Osaka: But why would you fight
over your childhood pictures..?
Momo: Well...
- - - -
Rinto Okazaki: Then it's settled.
This will be your picture for the
show, Momo-kun, and this will be
yours, Yuki-kun.
Yuki: Wow..! You look adorable,
Momo! A little round-cheeked boy
with a tan, playing soccer. It's
so cute.
Momo: ...Holy crap...
A listless pretty boy, playing
the guitar...
Yuki: I like this photo.
I feel like it'd be a great source
of energy whenever I'm tired from
work.
Yuki: I know we talked using each
other's selfies as lock screen backgrounds,
but I think these childhood photos
would work better.
Rinto Okazaki: Great idea! I happen
to have these picture lockets, would
you like some?
Yuki: A locket? If I put Momo's
picture in that, it'd be like he's
my son.
Yuki: That could be kind of funny.
Should we try it?
Momo: No way...
Yuki: What!?
Momo: I can't take this photo!
As both your fan and your partner,
I think this picture's bad news!
Yuki: How is it bad news!?
Are you saying I'm not cute in it!?
Rinto Okazaki: I think you're
positively adorable!
Momo: You're wearing SHORTS! Since
when do you wear shorts!? There's no
way we can show this on TV!
Yuki: And why not? Even I was once
an innocent kid, like Iori-kun and
Tamaki-kun.
Rinto Okazaki: I think you're still
plenty innocent, Yuki-kun!
Yuki: That's it. I'm making a
copy of this picture, and putting it
inside your locket.
Momo: Oh, no you don't! I'm not
wearing that, you hear me!?
Yuki: But you said we should use
each other's pictures as lock screens!
Momo: I didn't say anything about
our childhood pictures! I'm gonna
lose my mind if I have to walk around
with a picture like this dangling
from my neck!
Momo: And how did you just so
happen to have two lockets lying
around!?
Rinto Okazaki: The president
got them for you.
Yuki: He wants us to have
each other's pictures?
Rinto Okazaki: No, he actually
wanted you to have a childhood
photo of himself and I.
Momo: Wait, I wanna see that!
Rinto Okazaki: Here it is.
Momo: Wow! You went to a studio
for this one!
Momo: Okarin, is the one sitting
on the chair you? Does that mean
our prez is the one standing up?
Rinto Okazaki: That's correct.
Yuki: You and Rintaro look really
alike. The suits look chic, so it's
actually kind of cool.
Yuki: Was this taken for a
special occasion?
Rinto Okazaki: Our neighborhood
cameraman needed something to display
on his shop window, so he took a
picture of us.
Rinto Okazaki: We received the
lockets as thanks.
Rinto Okazaki: He thought that if
we brothers kept a picture with us,
we'd always be able to find each other,
no matter how far apart we end up.
Yuki: Huh. So it's a novelty
gift. If you can call it that,
anyway.
Rinto Okazaki: This was 20 years
ago. Come to think of it, there was
a picture of the cameraman's two sons
on the window, too.
Rinto Okazaki: Though even our parents
said they'd only ever seen the older
brother.
Yuki: I see. Maybe something happened
to the younger one, then. Poor thing...
Rinto Okazaki: Perhaps...
Rinto Okazaki: The older son's business
failed, too, and eventually, the camera
shop closed its doors for good.
Rinto Okazaki: My brother remembered
the cameraman thanks to this picture.
That was probably why he wanted you
to have some, too.
Momo: So we could keep each other's
pictures close by?
Rinto Okazaki: No. Like I said,
it's our picture he wants you to
put in the lockets.
Yuki: I think Rintaro's a little
too in love with himself.
Rinto Okazaki: I'm sorry about him...
Momo: Ahaha! Still I think it
could be funny to walk around with
your picture hanging from our necks!
Right, Yuki?
Momo: It would really show off
our loyalty to Okazaki Productions,
don't you think!?
Yuki: .........
Do you really hate the idea of
having my picture that much..?
Momo: Uh, no...
Yuki: I see how it is. You refuse
to keep my picture in a locket, but
the Okazakis are fine?
Momo: I didn't mean it like that...
Rinto Okazaki: Ah, how unusual.
Normally, it's Momo-kun doing these
sort of interrogations.
Yuki: I can keep your photo in
a locket, you know. I could even
make you lunch for your practice
match, Momose-kun.
Momo: Dang! I'm starting to
feel jealous over my picture self..!
Yuki: I hope you'll grow up
into an idol and be happy with me.
Momo: I don't think I can talk
to your picture that easily... Or
that casually...
Momo: Then again, wouldn't it
be a little pervy if I started
calling this picture of my partner
"Master Yuki", or something..!?
Rinto Okazaki: I don't see the
problem. Re:vale's already got an
eccentric image, after all.
Yuki: I feel bad for my unwanted
younger self. Give him back to me.
I'll raise him with little Momose
here.
Momo: I told you, that's not it!
I'd never neglect little Yukito-san..!
Rinto Okazaki: There you go,
starting some bizarre family roleplay.
Allow me and my brother's picture
to join in!
- - - -
Momo: And that's how we started
arguing.
Sogo Osaka: That sounds rough...
Yuki: Here's Momo's picture, by
the way.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Wow! Momorin was
so cute! Used to be super tan, too!
With shiny white teeth!
Sogo Osaka: You really did put
it in the locket.
Momo: Wanna see Okarin and
his brother?
Tamaki Yotsuba: Okarin was adorbs,
too! And I've never seen his brother!
He's cute!
Yuki: Not anymore, he's not.
Sogo Osaka: So you did use Okazaki-san's
picture for the locket.
Momo: I thought it'd be funny, and a
good way to advertise our agency...
Yuki's is too real for me to walk
around wearing it. Do you get what
I'm saying, Yuki?
Yuki: Not at all. I still feel
bad for little me.
Momo: Don't you get grumpy
on me again!
Yuki: ...In any case, I can introduce
you to a useless private detective.
Tamaki Yotsuba: I'd rather you
introduce me to a useful one. Does
your detective pal know any better
detectives?
Momo: Good point. If he's in
the business, he's gotta know who
his biggest rivals are!
Yuki: I'll try asking him.
[Dial tone]
Yuki: Hello, it's Yuki from Re:vale.
Do you know any good detectives, other
than you? Like, the king of private
detecting or something...
Yuki: What..? There's a detective
so great, he's only spoken of
in legends..?
Tamaki Yotsuba: ........!
A legendary detective..!!!
Sogo Osaka: He sounds like someone
who could help! That's great, Tamaki-kun!
Yuki: I have a job for that detective.
Get in touch with him for me. I need to
find somebody. Yeah. I'm counting on you.
[Beep]
Momo: He's going to introduce us
to a legendary detective!?
Yuki: He's willing to try, at least.
I'll get in touch as soon as I hear
from him again, Tamaki-kun.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Okay! Thanks!
Yuki: But... If it's too hard for
you to get a hold of that picture,
you can quit if you want, you know.
Momo: You guys must have better
things to do, anyway. It's not like
Ban-san or Maneko-chan are forcing
you to do this, right?
Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah, but...
Tamaki Yotsuba: I wanna have something
like this pic of Momorin playing soccer,
or Yukirin playing the guitar.
Re:vale: .........
Momo: Right. I hope you find your
picture, Tamaki. We'll help in any
way we can.
Yuki: If you run into trouble,
call us.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Ehehe... Okay!
- - - -
Sogo Osaka: .........
Sogo Osaka: They even drove us back
to the dorm.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Yukirin's cooking
was so yummy, and Momorin played with
me a lot. Re:vale's super nice!
Sogo Osaka: It's because you're
such a good kid.
Tamaki Yotsuba: .........
Sogo Osaka: You're so honest and
kind, there's not a single person
who wouldn't want you to live a
happy life.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Haha... That's the
opposite of what I used to hear,
though.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Like when something
I had broke, or something didn't make
it to me in time, or something I'd been
excited for didn't work out.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Apparently it was
all a punishment, 'cause I'm such a bad,
nasty kid.
Sogo Osaka: ........
Tamaki Yotsuba: I'd get mad and
yell, "That's not true!", but still.
Sometimes when I'm having a bad day,
I remember that stuff.
Tamaki Yotsuba: I fall down,
or something I like breaks, or
I get caught in a rainstorm... And
I wonder if I'm being punished.
Tamaki Yotsuba: I mean, I'm not
THAT good of a kid. I don't work hard,
I'm kinda rude. Plus I'm dumb.
Tamaki Yotsuba: ...If I was smarter,
maybe I would've gotten a copy of
that photo before it went into
Mom's casket.
Tamaki Yotsuba: I don't have any
pictures 'cause I'm an idiot who
can't take proper care of anything.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Meanwhile, you're
good at keeping things clean, and
you do everything right.
Sogo Osaka: ...You're not an idiot,
and the photo thing wasn't your
fault.
Sogo Osaka: I can't believe anyone
would say things like that to a child.
Of course you're not being punished.
Tamaki Yotsuba: .........
Sogo Osaka: I can guarantee that
you're not, so don't worry.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Ahaha! So-chan,
you're acting kinda cool all of
a sudden.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Thanks.
To be continued...
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hot take that absolutely nobody asked for: “Obi-Wan:Anakin” is the perfect way to describe them and I’m about to prove it
okay, hear me out—in our world, at least, there are a bunch of different meanings for the colon in mathematics, and I am convinced that all of them are a perfect way to describe the twists and turns of Obi-Wan and Anakin’s immensely complicated relationship.
(preface: I’m no good at math so I’m combining this with my piddling mathematics knowledge, but!)
first of all, the colon can symbolize “ratio or odds, as in 2:1”. and I love thinking about the odds, the ratio, of Obi-Wan to Anakin—explicitly connected in the sense of being pitted against each other, of uncertainty and probabilities. hell, in the Revenge of the Sith novelization there’s a passage about how people love to try and guess who would win in an epic Kenobi v. Skywalker showdown. they’re a team, indubitably, but whether their endgame is being a team is uncertain and something that people, in-universe, would definitely like to know the odds of. (although we, of course, know how that ends...)
the colon can also mean “such that”, as in “the set of numbers x such that x>0”. I also adore this interpretation, because Anakin could 100% be described as the Jedi such that Obi-Wan is greater than zero, and vice versa. they make each other better, they always have. forgive me for pulling from the ROTS novelization again—it’s just too good—but Anakin is described as helping Obi-Wan learn to relax, and of course Obi-Wan is Anakin’s entire impulse control. they’ve learned so much from each other, revolve around the war together like tatooine’s twin suns.
which leads me to probably my favorite segment in this extremely weird meta: that the colon can be “part of the symbol A : = B, sometimes used to mean ‘A is defined as B’.” just—Obi-Wan being defined as Anakin, and Anakin being defined as Obi-Wan. master and padawan, fellow warriors, best friends—not reducing them simply to the sum of the other, but acknowledging that they are so inextricably linked that to an extent they are the other. the Force chose Anakin to bring balance to itself, and it chose Obi-Wan to bring balance to Anakin. if you need me I will be crying in the bathroom about Anakin:Obi-Wan.
(bonus: I know, I know, they aren’t, but the colon can also represent the product of two dyads...)
#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#obi wan and anakin#anakin and obi wan#obikin#star wars#rots novelization#revenge of the sith novelization#idk this doesn’t even have to be interpreted romantically necessarily??#idk what i’m doing i just finished the rots novelization and i’m a mess#but i love them#srg.txt
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PrettyLittle GoodBoy
Summary: After Rami’s GQ Middle East covershoot, his girlfriend needs him to know just whose good boy he really is.
A/N: I hope it’s not too vanilla—if you’ve read my stuff, even my smut, you know I’m a soft bitch. So, this is me trying out that (soft)dom life.
Warnings: Forgive me, creator, for I have sinned (NSFW, 18+ ONLY, Sub!Rami)
After trekking through at least two football fields worth of dust and bramble, you and Rami popped out on location near the infamous HOLLYWOOD sign for his GQ Middle East covershoot. As you shook a piece of twig off your sneaker’s lace, a small crew of people rushed over to greet your boyfriend, including a fashionably-dressed man with reddish-blonde hair. As the man pulled his sunglasses from his face, he looked every bit like the hackneyed Hollywood producer, except his light blue eyes held nothing but a desperate plea.
Whatever he was about to ask, he was afraid Rami would say no.
“Listen, Rami—we decided that this location just isn’t good enough for you. Not for what we want to convey with this shoot. We want to take you to Jim’s place in Palm Springs. We know it’s a lot to ask—”
“Anything for you guys, Steve. I’m just grateful for the opportunity.”
With a firm handshake, Steve’s apprehension disappeared and he shouted to everyone to head out. He sent Rami the address for the new location and the two of you hiked back to the Audi.
Inwardly, you rolled your eyes at the producer’s hesitance to request something of Rami; clearly, he didn’t really know him.
“You should’ve said no—played the role of a diva,” you voiced.
Rami snickered. “Did you see how nervous he was? It’s not like they were asking me to strip naked and slide down the hillside on my ass or something.”
“They have no idea what a compliant guy you are,” you said as you waited with your hand on the door of Rami’s car. He pressed unlock and you opened the door and slid in, tugging on the front of the soft, white t-shirt you stole from him to fan yourself.
As soon as the car started, Rami fiddled with the AC.
“Makes me wonder how many people are total dicks. I mean, there is a paycheck attached to this kinda shit.”
You reached over and gave Rami’s thigh a squeeze, and he shot you a grin.
“Maybe I should become an asshole? Demand a dressing room lined with silk drapes? A snack of chips and guac with a ratio of 3 red chips to 1 white?”
You laughed. “Shut up. You would never do something so . . . Hollywood.”
Rami leaned over and pursed his lips, waiting for you to close the gap and kiss him. You did, and both of you smiled against the other’s lips before you pressed yours into his one more time, then settled back into your seat.
“Let’s go-ooo,” Rami sang, putting the car in drive.
* * * * *
Steve had made a good call; even though they were rapidly losing daylight, every space at the Palm Springs location seemed to mold itself around Rami as if it finally felt like it was being properly occupied.
And Rami was, of course, an absolute dream.
Which he was, of course, told again and again.
All the while, Rami had no idea what it was doing to you to watch him like that, to watch him eat up that praise, to watch him be such a good boy for the entire crew all afternoon and into the evening.
With every complied command, you thought about what you wanted to do to him, how you wanted him to please you.
“Rami—Rami look this way. Yes! Hold your smile. Fucking divine,” the photographer uttered as she snapped.
At the word divine, Rami chuckled nervously, ready to counter the utterance but the photographer kept going.
“Can we get Marissa over here? Just to touch up the sweat. Its hotter than the devil’s dick out here and you haven’t complained once, Rami. I love you!”
At the words I love you, Rami’s cheeks colored and his face spread into a shy grin, this time his lips not even bothering with a protest.
“Let me just fix this curl . . . perfection!”
At the word perfection, he lowered his eyes and pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, successfully halting the widening of his shy grin.
“Yes, Rami. What an absolute joy you are. One more big grin—like the one I saw you give your girlfriend this morning—yes! That one!”
It was like that all day—praise after praise, and by the time the shoot was over and he climbed behind the wheel of his car, his body was invisibly vibrating from the high of being such a good boy all day long; you weren’t sure you had enough restraint to make it back to the twins’ house, the car refusing you the gift of distance so you were left with nothing to do but listen to his excited chatter, inhale the fresh scent of the high-end styling products and the brand new clothes, and glance over at the way the last outfit of the shoot clung to his body, custom made, just for Rami Malek.
* * * * *
Rami tossed his car keys on the kitchen island, something you would normally scold him for considering there was a mounted keyrack directly beside the door, but you were so focused on the way his ass looked in his black trousers that you forgot. Besides, you had an important question to ask.
“Is Sami home?”
“In DC with Jas, remember?”
“Oh. Right,” you answered in a soft tone as you flicked on the recessed lighting in the kitchen.
Rami pulled a beer out of the fridge, twisting the top off and tossing it on the counter, the lid skidding to a halt right next to his keys.
“Want anything?” he asked after a long drink.
You shook your head no.
Rami frowned as he realized how quiet you had been since the end of the shoot. “I’m sorry today ran long. We can do whatever you want tonight.”
As you toed out of your sneakers, you also bent to retrieve the shoes he had kicked off the second he walked in the door. As you walked both pairs into the mudroom, you knew your silence would make Rami guess at your mood. Were you upset with him? Why? His eyes slid to the keys on the counter, and he picked them up and took them over to the keyrack. Then, he plucked the beer cap off the counter and tossed it in the trash.
Rami leaned against the counter, twirling his beer which had begun to shed drops of sweat, and watched as you reentered the kitchen.
“I’m really grateful you spent your day off—"
“Go . . . sit . . . down,” you slowly and evenly enunciated as you held his gaze before dropping it to walk over to the big couch in the living room, the one that sat against a wall of windows that overlooked a section of woods and the many twinkling lights of the other homes in the Hills.
He abandoned the last dregs of his beer to follow you, and you could feel his mind working to puzzle out what he’d done to displease you.
You turned around and gestured to the middle cushion, and just as compliantly as he had been during the photoshoot, he took a seat and waited, his big eyes staring at you. You let him watch as your gaze drifted over his body. He was still in the last outfit from the photoshoot and you didn’t even want to know how much money he was currently wearing. The black Tom Fords fit him to perfection and the tan and black, tiger-striped dress shirt made his skin look smooth, dark, and ten years younger. The dim lighting that crept over from the kitchen dyed his hair to a pitch black of perfectly ringleted curls.
He looked so good your mouth went dry, and when you thought again about what a good boy he had been, your eyes slipped shut in a moment of greedy indulgence.
Rami’s eyes remained fixed on you, alert, despite his tiredness from the all-day shoot and the extended drive. He continued to watch cautiously as you slid onto his lap, his hands twitching once, twice, before deciding it was okay to touch you. He ran his hands up your bare thighs, toying with sliding them underneath the frayed edges of your denim shorts before grinning and moving them to your hips.
Your face remained stoic, fixated on how much you wanted to control him—to make sure he knew just whose pretty boy he was.
“You loved today, didn’t you?” you purred in a low voice that made all the blood in Rami’s body rush to his cock.
He licked his lips and swallowed audibly in anticipation; there was a flicker of recognition dawning behind his eyes, but he still hadn’t puzzled it all out . . . yet.
You pressed on, your voice still a sultry purr, “You loved being posed. Being praised. Being primped and petted. Didn’t you?”
His eyes dilated, now more grey than blue, as he watched your mouth move. That flicker of recognition blossomed into understanding, and he stilled, frozen and silent.
You fisted his curls, the oil the stylist had used feeling like a breath of wet silk as his hair twined around your fingers. You pulled, tugging so hard he gasped.
“Answer me when I ask you a question,” you bit out, your purr replaced with a forceful tone.
“Yes—yes I loved it,” he immediately whispered.
Your eyes roamed his face as the pulse of attraction beat between the two of you, and with your hand still gripping his curls, you kissed him, brutally sucking and nipping at his lips. Rami’s hands were still on your hips and his fingers flexed, digging into the flesh of your jean-clad ass.
You pulled at the button on his trousers and yanked at the zipper, not even pausing as you heard them rip at the juncture. His cock had already found its way out of his underwear, so you grasped its velvety hardness in your hand and began to jack him off, your grip tight, purposeful.
You controlled every inch of his body in this moment: your hand in his hair and the other on his dick, your tongue in his mouth, and his thighs pinned beneath your weight.
Rami whined into the heated kiss, and with a gasping breath, you pulled back and hissed, “And now you wanna be my good boy, don’t you? You wanna be my pretty boy?”
After pulling on his curls again, Rami answered with a shaky voice.
“Ye-yes!”
“Yes what?”
“I wanna be your good boy.”
“Then come for me, good boy. Come all over your posh clothes.”
“Fuck!” Rami keened as his hips bucked into your hand and he came, thick ropes of cum staining his expensive shirt and even more expensive trousers.
“That’s my pretty boy, good boy. Come hard,” you panted in his ear as he rode out his orgasm.
“Ohmygod,” he slurred. “Fuck, Y/N. Fuck!”
You relaxed your grip on his hair and let him catch his breath as you pumped your hand lightly up and down his cock, cum coating your palm.
“That was fucking ama—”
“Oh no,” you said, quickly moving your cum-covered palm to slap over his mouth. “Was implies that we’re done, and Rami . . . we’ve only just begun.”
He whimpered under your palm and you removed it, leaning in to kiss him, relishing in the taste of his cum on his lips. You took that same hand and wrapped it around the back of his head, once again controlling the kiss.
Leaning back, you smiled wickedly. “Look at the mess you’ve made.”
Rami looked down at his clothes, and you knew he was inwardly groaning. Yes, he loved high fashion, but he remembered what it was like to live paycheck to paycheck, working a motely mess of jobs just to survive.
“What a waste—doubt those, what? $1,200 pants can be salvaged.”
“$1,520,” Rami stated, a frown turning down the corners of his mouth as he rested his head against the back of the sofa.
Stoking his inner conflict, you whistled before stating, “That’s a lotta dough, Ram.” You gave his face a few light pats before moving off his lap and on to the cushion next to him.
“I had to watch you dress and undress all day long and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Now that there is, be a good boy, stand up, and undress . . . just for me.”
Rami turned to glance at you and seeing no room for negotiation, he shuffled up and off the sofa. You put your foot on the edge of the coffee table and pushed, the light piece of furniture skidding back, almost into the wall beneath the television.
You raised your brow and waited, your face schooled into a mask of indifference.
His pants were tight enough to still cling to his hips, so Rami brought his fingers up to the top button of his tiger-striped shirt. He moved quickly and you tsked at him.
“Slowly, baby. Slowly.”
Rami’s thick fingers hitched before steadying over the next button, his head bent in concentration.
“Eyes up here.”
He looked up, obeying without hesitation.
“Good boy,” you praised, eyes locked on his as he continued to open his shirt, and at your praise, that part of him that was so alive during the photoshoot came to life again. When he reached the last button, he paused to let you drink in the strip of brown skin and the light dusting of dark hair on his chest.
When your eyes made their way back to his, he held your gaze as he unbuttoned his cuffs and shrugged out of each of the sleeves. He let the shirt pool to the floor, and the next thing his fingers reached for was his watch.
“No, baby. Leave the watch on.”
Rami’s tongue darted out to wet his lips before his mouth opened to take in more air. You could see his half-hard dick twitch, and your mask of indifference flickered as you smirked.
Rami’s hands grasped the expensive black fabric and tugged. Once his trousers were past the tops of his thighs, they slid down his legs and he stepped out of them. One of his socks was still pulled up properly while the other was drooped to his ankle. He bent to remove the drooped one, then he removed the other.
Your eyes slid over the thick, curly black hair on his legs and travelled back to your second favorite overly-proportioned part of his anatomy. As gorgeous as his cock was, his eyes would always hold first place.
You shifted on the sofa and raised your chin, looking up at his face as he slid his thumbs beneath the waistband of his black boxer-briefs. He was seeking permission to remove the last of his clothes and you smiled before giving him a single nod of assent.
Rami stood in front of you, naked and unsure of what to do with his hands. This always made your heart flutter; he was so sexy and confident for the public, but for you, he was demure and so eager to obey. Letting him squirm for a few moments longer, you used the time to drink in his nakedness before finally standing.
“On your knees.”
He complied, his hands hanging loosely at his sides, save for the occasional twitch of his fingers.
You circled him, once, twice, building his anticipation, and when you stopped behind him and brought your hands to his shoulders, he shivered at your touch.
Digging your fingertips into his flesh, you slid your hands forward and down over his pecs, kneading them before you found his nipples and tweaked them, rolling them between your index fingers and thumbs before giving them a tug.
Rami moaned, and you leaned next to his ear as you said, “Shh. Good boys are quiet as church mice. I don’t care if you bite your lips until they bleed—you are not to make another sound until I say so.
“Are you still my good boy?”
He nodded once, and you acknowledged with a swift, sharp smack to his right ass cheek.
Rami wanted to groan—in fact, he started to, but he cut himself off by biting down on his lower lip.
Always a sucker for synchrony, you smacked his left cheek so it blushed just as prettily as the right.
The sound of your denim shorts unzipping had Rami’s shoulders tensed. You could tell he was listening as you undressed, wondering if you’d be naked when you moved back in his line of vision. You weren’t ready to go that far yet, so when he did see you again, you were still covered by a plain white bra and matching white panties.
Gripping his hair once again, you pressed his face into your mound and Rami rubbed his nose against you, back and forth, before dipping his tongue between your covered lips. After hooking one leg over his shoulder and using his head and other shoulder for balance, you let him mouth at you until your panties were soaked with his saliva and your arousal. Try as he might, he just couldn’t get his tongue underneath the tight elastic for any significant portion of time. You could feel his frustration, but it only spurned you on.
“Poor baby. I know how much you love eating pussy.”
Rami sighed, his hands on your calves, his mouth reaching up to grip the waistband of the infuriating barrier between his teeth.
You smacked lightly at his cheek, and he retreated, head lowered.
“You wanna taste me that bad, huh? All right. Get on all fours.”
You walked in a half-circle, once again standing behind him as he got into the position you commanded.
A gorgeous, deep blush bloomed across his shoulders. Dropping to your own knees, you settled between his thighs and aligned your hips against his ass. You pushed into him, teasing him like you would if you had a different anatomy, and you knew Rami was fighting a losing battle to keep quiet.
You scratched his back and continued to press against him, bending to kiss down his spine and to reach around to lightly stroke his cock, which was hard again. When you tugged on his balls and slowly massaged each of them, Rami half-whimpered.
He was trying so hard to behave.
You dragged a finger between the cheeks of his ass and lightly fingered him, not with penetration—just a simple pressing of your index finger just enough to make him clench and lean back into your touch.
Chuckling, you moved to scratch up and down the backs of his thighs and in the same, low purr from earlier, you wove him a little story, something you knew drove him absolutely wild. “You want to come again. I can feel it—your balls are tight and hot, your ass is clenched. You should see how sexy you look from back here, baby. The muscles in your back are twitching, oh, and your thighs, too. I bet a part of you wants to end this, wants to force me to the floor and fuck me until that ache at the base of your spine bursts open. But you can’t. And more importantly, you won’t.
“All because you are my pretty little good boy.”
This time, your good boy did whimper, so you brought both of your hands down onto his ass cheeks, spanking him until they turned a pretty pink. You smiled at the little gasps that escaped from between his lips, and when you could no longer ignore your own body’s need, you pressed a kiss to the base of his spine, right where you knew he ached.
Standing, you finally slipped out of your bra and panties, and you walked to the sofa, taking a seat facing him. His eyes were wet and crackling like a livewire. While crooking your index finger, you hooked one knee over the edge of the couch and exposed your soaking pussy to him.
“Crawl,” you commanded.
His bottom lip was a mess, indentured from his teeth and you wondered if the inside of his mouth was wrecked, too. Rami was vocal, all of the time, so it was a true challenge for him to stay quiet, and you were basking in how well he was doing. When Rami’s face was no more than six inches from your pussy, he looked up, his eyes still electric, and he begged with them. Even though he could see and smell how aroused you were, he waited for your command.
“Do you want to fuck me with your pretty mouth?”
Rami’s eyes burned into yours as he nodded.
“Do it.”
His mouth was hot on your center and both of your hands thrust into his curls. His tongue was inside of you, his nose pressed against your clit while he licked and swirled as deep as he could reach.
“Enough teasing,” you groaned with a tug to his hair.
Shifting closer, Rami moved his mouth up and wrapped his lips around your swollen clit.
“Ah, fuck,” you moaned, lost to the pleasure of his mouth. “Make me come.”
Rami licked at your clit with short, quick bursts of speed before closing his lips and sucking. He had your thighs pinned open and his fingers were bruising as he fucked you with his face.
“Ah, fucking hell Rami! That’s my good boy!”
Rami moaned around your clit and you didn’t care because it sent you straight over the edge, crying out a slur of swears that were punctuated with his name.
He softened and slowed his ministrations as he rubbed his nose, mouth, and chin over your pussy, waiting patiently for you to regain your composure, knowing that you were far from done with him.
At some point, you had let go of his hair and reached up to grasp the couch cushions, so you sighed as you brought your hand down to push lightly against his forehead.
“Wipe off your face and rub it over your cock,” you commanded in an even tone.
Rami did as he was told and his eyes slammed shut, his throat uttering a noise even though he was still trying to stay quiet.
“Do you want to come again, baby?”
He nodded, his eyes still shut tight as his hand picked up its pace.
Lightening quick, you moved off the couch and grasped his wrist, yanking it from his cock. Rami yelped, like a wounded animal and your eyes burned into his as you scolded, “No—that’s a bad boy.”
Two tears leaked from the outer corners of his eyes and your intensity wavered. Those little beads of salt were too tempting to pass up and you licked away one tear, then the other before kissing him.
“Do you still want to be my good boy?” you asked as you pulled away and looked at him, making sure the game hadn’t gone on too long. “Answer me,” you pressed, cupping his face and leaning in to place sweet kisses over his cheeks, his nose, and his eyelids.
“I do,” he croaked.
You pulled back and looked at him, your eyes searching his.
“I do.”
You closed your eyes and sighed, your thumbs stroking his cheeks before you let him go so you could stand up.
“Bedroom—on your back, arms above your head. Wait for me.”
Rami used the edge of the sofa to pull himself up, and you went into the kitchen as he walked upstairs to his bedroom. You needed him to calm down just a little in order to pull off your next move, so you cracked open one of Rami’s beers and returned to the couch.
The first mouthful was so cold, so crisp and good, the perfect topping for your incredible orgasm. The second mouthful did nothing other than remind you of what Rami tasted like, and you began to ache for him again. Standing, you walked upstairs and to the bedroom, your beer clutched lightly in your fingers.
He was waiting on the bed, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, and you were struck with such a profound urge to photograph him like this—to memorialize him as your perfect, good, boy.
“Such perfection,” you breathed, and Rami’s demeanor once again swelled under your praise. Unfortunately, so did his cock, and you just couldn’t have that. Shaking your head, you walked into his closet.
“Rami—you’ve got to close your eyes and think about something else,” you called out while digging around in the bottom drawer of the bureau in his closet. “Think about Sami,” you said with a devilish laugh.
Grabbing two ties, a purple one with silver polka dots and a silver one with purple polka dots, you emerged from the closet only to be greeted by his scowl.
“That worked,” you said, patting his thigh before you straddled his hips and tied one of his wrists to the bed post, then the other.
You laughed as you kissed his forehead, then climbed off of him again. You stopped to take another long drink, and Rami watched you, his cock starting to move from semi-erect to erect.
“No, no,” you scolded, laying your beer down.
With a growl of frustration, Rami shut his eyes. They shot open again when he felt the slick heat of the lube being dripped onto his cock.
“Be a good boy and close your eyes—you know you can’t watch without getting too hard.”
You slicked up his cock and his balls and quickly fastened on the cock ring, knowing you only had a small window of time. You didn’t fault him—you knew without certainty you had nowhere near the level of submissive willpower Rami had.
Well, that Rami mostly had.
You hadn’t even touched him yet and his dick was already swelling back to fully erect.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
You were rewarded with that same electric fire as earlier and held his gaze as you got back into bed and settled between his thighs.
“I wish you could see yourself,” you murmured, holding eye contact. “Your pretty cock all wrapped up and begging, begging for my . . . wet . . . heat.”
Rami’s cock swelled, his balls tightening and starting to turn a delicious shade of red.
You leaned forward on your hands and bent to lick his balls with teasing, tiny strokes of your tongue. You could hear him pull on the wrist restraints and suck in a breath.
“If you need to stop, what are you gonna say?”
“Stop,” Rami stated clearly.
You locked eyes with him and nodded—if he said, stop, you’d stop.
Before you bent to his cock again, you said, “I wanna hear how good I make you feel, okay?”
“Okay,” he breathed, his hips lifting on the bed in a silent prayer that you’d take him in your mouth.
Laughing softly, you licked his cock from base to tip, almost unwilling to believe that he could get any harder than he already was. As you straightened up to pump him, you glanced at the hands on Rami’s watch to make sure you didn’t push him for too long.
You positioned yourself over his hips and slid your soaked pussy along his cock, teasing and enjoying the way his rock hard dick felt when it brushed your clit.
Rami moaned and it was a beautifully desperate sound, an aching call for you to just finally fuck him. Shifting your position as you rocked your hips, his dick slid inside of you and both of you shuddered at the contact.
“Fuck, Rami. You feel so good—so fucking good.”
Rami’s wrists tugged at his restraints as his hips bucked under you, desperate for you to move, except you didn’t. Instead, you just perched on top of him and let your eyes run over his face and his torso.
“So good for me,” you said with a wicked grin. “Hold still, baby.”
Rami’s eyes filled with tears and a strangled cry sounded low in his throat.
“Shh. Just a little longer.”
His breathing hitched and began to come in shallow gulps as he strained against his ties, desperate to focus on anything, even pain, over his denied-ecstasy as you cockwarmed him.
“So good,” you said as you began to work your clit, your fingers finding a familiar, easy rhythm.
“Oh god,” Rami groaned as tears fell from his eyes. “Oh god, oh god.”
“Oh yes, oh YES!” you growled as you came quickly, your pussy clenching around him, causing him to utter a choked sob.
As the last waves of your orgasm ebbed, you began to ride him and you focused on his flushed, tear stained cheeks, you knew there was not a creature more beautiful than him in existence. He was your good boy, your pretty little good boy and he deserved to come inside of you.
Picking up your pace, you clutched at his chest, forcing his hazy eyes to focus on you.
“Are you ready to come, baby?”
“Yes! Please, please yes,” he begged, his voice so deep and desperate that he spoke more from his chest than his throat.
A flush of pleasure rushed through you as you reached around to unfasten the cock ring, and you didn’t even need to move before Rami’s orgasm tore through him, a scream of pleasure rushing past his lips as he came so hard you could feel every spurt of his hot cum splashing inside you.
Gently, you rode him through his intense orgasm. When Rami’s head thrashed from side to side, and he said, “Stop. Stop,” you moved off of him immediately and reached up to unloop the ties from the bed post, knowing it would take a minute to get the knots around his wrists undone.
You kneeled beside him as ragged breaths tore through his lungs. Working the knots off his wrists, you soothed him, “Rami, baby, you did so good. You were such a good boy. No one, no one is as good as you, baby. No one.”
Rami took a gulping breath as his chest evened out. He stretched his legs and his arms, flexed his wrists and reached up to wipe the sweat off his brow.
“Oh, sweetheart—god, you’re perfect,” you said with a kiss to his sweaty temple. “What can I get for you?”
“I’m so thirsty,” he rasped, his eyes half-lidded, that electric fire finally sated.
“You’re gonna be starving in about ten minutes, too, so I’ll order something while I’m in the kitchen.”
“Mmmkay. So good to me,” he murmured with a sweet smile that melted your heart when you turned to look at him from the bedroom door.
“I love you, Rami.”
“Not as much as I love you, Y/N.”
You smiled at each other, wide, mirrored grins of happiness, and after one more glance, you dashed down to the kitchen to take care of your good boy.
#Rami Malek#Rami Malek x Reader#Female Reader#Rami Malek smut#SMUT#sub!Rami#at least I think so#Rami Malek Fanfiction#Rami Malek Fic
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ELLADINE SARABI
IG info/bio: @/ellasardineabi | 18.5k followers | Artist | i was born with glass bones and paper skin♡
25 years old
Born & raised in Cardiff, Wales 🏴
Father was in the n*vy and moved his family around a few times until he and his wife came to a agreement that it would be best for the family to grow up in one solid place
whereas he would leave for months at a time living elsewhere
Which was hard on the family at times since he is viewed as the rock of the family
He eventually left the n*vy after serving 20 years & was so thankful to, he hated it and how it messed with him mentally
He’s also of Iranian heritage
Her mother is of German heritage
Has her own restaurant that serves authentic German food
Both of her parents instilled hard work, discipline, generosity, and how to be practical in their children
Elladine is the middle child
Has a brother that is ten years older than her and then a younger sister who is seven years behind her
Canon: there is currently a discussion going on if they are going to bring their (maternal) nan/mam-gu home since the nursing home isn’t providing the proper care their nan needs
Her mother has a rocky relationship with her mother that she doesn’t like to discuss with her children but her husband knows all about it
Her nan has Alzheimer's and is becoming violent
it has become difficult seeing her most days
Elladine came into glassblowing after being involved in many classes in secondary such as workshop class
which became her fav since she was able to manipulate many materials such as metal, wood, and glass
She also took a auto body class which was interesting but she wasn’t too thrilled about it. Got away with a B- but knew she could do better if she really wanted to but she didn’t need the class to graduate so allow it
Currently works in a glass studio where her work is displayed/sold and she’s one of the main ones that makes great profit
has bought her own space for her own studio and is slowly making it to her liking with her assistant, yes she’s got one!
Hopes to be in that space within the next 6 months...it would have been a little sooner if we weren’t dealing with a global p*ndemic!!! but ya know life f*cking sucks sometimes!!!1!!:) especially if people don’t gaf
Moved back in with her parents so that she could not only help with her nan but get her studio ready, her parents approved since she was working towards something and realized her talent
I definitely see elladine going through a grunge phase and it probably still slips out every now and then lol
Her childhood room is still in shades of raspberry, gray, and a deep purple
always been plus-sized/fuller than the rest but it’s literally hereditary since her mom is built the same way who got it from her dad
Her family never made her feel ashamed as they shouldn’t and none of her true friends made her feel different since they were all of different sizes!!! besides who’s really friends with someone because of their bodies? Ur really ugly if that’s how u roll js
Always a respectful student and not too afraid to spark up a convo with you but can be a little nervous if the person is more of a “I have to warm up to you first” since she’ll feel like she’s annoying you if she carries the convo at first
Takes her time in relationships because she’s scared of getting hurt, cause breakups are not fun! Especially if theyre your friend on top of that
Although Friendship breakups are much worse let’s be honest here!!!
Has noticed that a few of her exes like to bring up that she’s controlling or too bossy in relationships and that makes her a little insecure since she doesn’t view it that way??
She knows what she wants and likes things a certain way, and she can see how it can kinda come off that way based on how she approaches/says things and tries to be better at toning it down and not being offensive to her significant others
Always has a plan and likes to follow it, she definitely keeps to-do lists on a daily
Takes trips to see Nicky often and vice-versa, every moment they spend together feels like it’s meant to be, even when it’s them just simply chilling in each other’s spaces, he’s truly one of her best friends and he feels like the missing part of her life
He offered for her to move in with him but elladine didn’t accept it since she wanted to be there to help with her nan and in fact—she wanted to be the one to ask HIM to move in with her
but if they make it long enough, they’ll go house hunting together...maybe
I get Shawn/Angela relationship vibes from them (boy meets world for those who aren’t aware of this couple and I’m not just saying this because they’re interracial as well lol) did I say this already about someone else? Brain fart lol
everyone relationship has their flaws so when they hit a bump in the road...elladine immediately wants to fix it but it comes off as more critiquing, moodiness/blaming the other
while Nicky can be defensive/argumentive/a little condescending on his end
To get through it, they normally go on a walk together in complete silence until they’re ready to speak again or they take a break from each other
I think words of affirmation is her love language
Taurus sun + Virgo moon + Capricorn rising?
“The girl on the motorcycle” is one of her fav films — no this is not metaphoric to her love life
Loves watching things with captions on since she always finds herself doing something else while watching anything (which irks Nicky a little bit but that’s just the way elladine is and he loves her so he deals with it)
Will rewind something if she missed it too
Canon: never had morning sex before
but can now say she has ;) & understands the pros people say about it and it outweighs the cons in her book
Will start the whole song over too if she missed her fav part in it
She also enjoys billiards since her brother used to work in a pool hall and when he had to watch her because she was “too young” in her words to stay home by herself he would take her there even tho technically she wasn’t supposed to be there but he was screwing his boss’s daughter so it was quite fine
her sister has a crush on Gary & ships elladine with him, which they joke about every now and then + he doesn’t follow her back, which is okay! Not a big deal but her sister keeps sliding in his dms (he’s now single)
She NEVER thought she would be on THE love island and wasn’t that confident that she’d find a real love that carried on outside of the show but Nicky has proven her wrong 🥲
She’s 5’5–5’6
Probably shops at Zara & top shop and has no issue picking pieces that flatter her “pear” figure, she loves all that is of her body: the pudge, love handles, cellulite and all (she’s very confident and won’t let anyone see her moments of doubt when it comes to her frame)
Loves mythology but will tell bill stfu if he comes near her trying to argue about anything in that subject
Very competitive and will rush through certain things, leaving one to think that she’ll fail somewhere but rarely does
If she’s not near or away from the mountains or the sea for long period of time she gets very moody!!! Guess that’s the Welsh in her huh?
Loves fireplaces, they’re super cozy and very romantic if you catch ella’s drift 😏
Probably smells like jasmine & pink pepper idk
Wants to travel to Iceland one day
Knows her way around a car but dreads having to get it fixed or fixing it herself?
Loves driving until her road rage kicks in? Oh you’re gonna go around her to get in front of her? Never that. She’ll always be in front of you and will break check you if you try her “Drewgi” she mutters
Early riser and goes to bed early too lol
She’s the crying drunk lmao
Automatically vieve has become one of her best friends from the villa but it deff didn’t feel forced like it normally would have just because their bfs have a podcast together, they talk about everything together. EVERYTHING! It feels like she’s the big sister she never had, yet they’re only a year apart lol
They have ft sleepovers and man is it fun!
Forgave lily but at the same time can’t fully see herself being friends with her like vieve tried to encourage before they went on the yacht...sorry everything can’t be Kumbaya over here sis
It sucks to say but it was easier? She doesn’t know if that’s the right term or not... for her to forgive rafi than it was lily and it’s fucked up but that’s the way it is. It’s not like she contacts him on seperate messages or anything like that! She’ll talk to him via group chat and that’s pretty much it. She knows it was all part of the show and production’s bs for ratings but that doesn’t mean it still didn’t hurt
Wishes him success on his shows/movies but doesn’t engage/watch them
What does she post? I feel like she posts maybe three times a month and a lot are outfit pics but tends to go live more so to chat with the people! She’ll also show all what glassblowing entails while chatting away! She loves that part and is pretty open about things but knows how to keep some things private
Personally wasn’t the biggest fan of season 1 but admits she wishes she had mc’s balls in terms of what she would have done if she was in elladine’s place when lily picked Nicky, “ugh! I wish I had her strength rising through my veins in that moment. Absolute riot. Adore her.”
‘“Licky” is a ugly ass ship name anyways so who’s really winning here?!’
Celeb crushes? Iwan Rheon, Henry Zaga, Anthony Welsh, jason derulo, & LaRoyce Hawkins
Listens to: soleima, Marisa Maino, Ava Max, poppy, Caroline polachek, Donny Hathaway, Phil Good, & SAINt JHN
Anthem — M.I.A. “Bad Girls”
#litg#litg3#litg s3#litg elladine#litg Nicky#litg genevieve#litg oc#litg mc#litg headcanon#litg headcanons#litg rafi#litg boat party#litg lily#litg moodboard#I like elladine and I’m in love with her design#wish they did more with her and many of the other characters too!#I hope this was sorta satisfactory lol!#can you tell I’m running out of artists and celebs/well known ppl lol!
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The Equinox
'Aleczilla51297′ appears to have made a tumblr purely for the purpose of telling me I need to review Equinox and Godzilla vs Hedorah. I decided to do Equinox first because I’ve already seen Godzilla vs Hedorah, which is one of the preachier Godzilla movies but does have that hilarious bit where the big guy flies by using his atomic breath as a rocket. If Equinox turns out to be a #fuck this movie entry, then Godzilla can act as a sort of a palate-cleanser. And so, without further ado:
Something blows up, a woman called Susan dies, and a dude gets run down by a driverless car. My Dad would feel vindicated – he finds the whole idea of self-driving cars untrustworthy. The victim, whose name is David Fielding, ends up in a mental hospital, where he tells his story to a psychiatrist. Seems that Dave, his pal Jim, Jim’s girlfriend Vicky, and Vicky’s friend Susan, headed up into the mountains for a picnic with their old teacher Dr. Waterman. These people are all idiots.
The four young people arrive to find Waterman’s cabin destroyed and a creepy old man living in a cave nearby, who gives them a locked book. Because the characters don’t know they’re in a bad movie, they don’t realize that the book is clearly the fucking Necronomicon, and decide to crack it open and read it while they eat their KFC. To nobody’s surprise, they’re soon being chased around the countryside by dumb stop-motion monsters. At the end everybody’s dead but Dave, who’s in the mental hospital waiting for the fulfillment of a prophecy that said he would die a year and a day after the original events, but that’s not a spoiler because it was the opening scene.
Let’s go over the shit that happens when these four clowns arrive at Dr. Waterman’s. The cabin’s destroyed and the park ranger who discusses it with them says his name is Asmodeus. Does that sound like a signal you should get the hell out of there? No? Okay, how about when they find a castle they can’t remember being there before? Still no? Well then, on their way to the castle (which later vanishes behind a wall of invisibility, probably because they couldn’t afford interior sets), they come across a cave with Green Goblin laughter echoing out of it, and weird velociraptor footprints all around. Would you leave, or would you light up some torches and go check it out? What about when you find a partially-mummified corpse in the cave?
The whole first ten minutes of the flashback that comprises most of the narrative is a litany of things I’m pretty sure anybody would flee from in real life. I don’t believe much in the supernatural but if I saw all that I would be sure that multiple crimes had been committed and that I wanted no part of it. The characters of Equinox, however, insist on investigating themselves, and continue to make stupid, stupid decisions for the entire run time. Yes, let’s all go in a group to check and make sure the monster is dead. Let’s hang around and bury the bodies ourselves instead of getting back to civilization for a police report and a good stiff drink. Let’s collect the picnic stuff before we leave because that basket cost at least $15 at Wal-Mart. It’s the kind of movie where you start to get annoyed that the characters aren’t dying fast enough. When we finally get back to the opening shot I mainly felt relief that the movie was almost over.
The MST3K movie Equinox most reminds me of is The Day Time Ended: there are people in the middle of nowhere and, for some reason, a bunch of random stop-motiony things happen that never actually add up to a story. Stuff comes and goes without serving any purpose other than to be creepy. Who was Crazy Cave Guy? I at first assumed he was the missing Dr. Waterman but Waterman turns up later and immediately dies, so what’s going on with this other guy? What’s about the cave mummy… who was that? Was the man who showed up to snatch the book actually Dr. Waterman or just a demon in his form? Why is there a random graveyard in the middle of the woods? Why does the psychiatrist have a creepy monster mask on his wall? What’s up with Asmodeus apparently trying to rape Susan without even unbuttoning his pants, and later possessing her so that she does the same thing to Vicky?
Dialogue specifies that Dr. Waterman was a geologist, which seems an odd choice for somebody to be translating ancient documents. I mean, there’s no reason why a geologist can’t have a side interest in ancient manuscripts, but when a movie takes the trouble to tell you something like that there’s usually a reason why. Geology is never important to the plot, even tangentially.
It must be said that Equinox makes slightly more sense than The Day Time Ended, in that we’re actually given a reason why these events are happening. Dr. Waterman had acquired and translated the Necronomicon and could not control the demons he summoned (I am convinced that Sam Raimi saw Equinox when he was around twelve and thought, shit, I could make a better movie than this!). A huge tentacle creature destroyed his cabin, and then there’s the sabre-toothed ogre, the giant green caveman, and of course, the devil himself. These creatures have a motivation: they are determined to get the book back, whether through force or persuasion. The events could still happen in any order, but it all has a common core, rather than being just a collection of Concepts.
In capable hands this story could be made to work (see previous parentheses), but sadly none of the hands involved in making Equinox were remotely capable. The acting is abysmal, mostly just people standing around awkwardly reciting their lines. All the dialogue was then dubbed over in post-production, which makes it even more stiff and awkward. There’s a bit where a guy reads a letter as if he has to sound out each word. The direction and music are bland. Even the costumes are awful. You’d think it would be hard to fuck up costumes in a movie set in the present, but it looks like everyone just turned up to set in their street clothes and they went with that. Good costuming can tell us a lot about characters but the outfits here say nothing. Also, both Vicky and Susan are blondes in blue shirts, and once Susan’s hair falls out of its bun they’re basically indistinguishable.
The characters have no discernable personalities. How they react to things changes from scene to scene, with nobody’s motives clear. The only thing that remains constant is Jim wanting to leave while Dave always wants to stay and take care of something or other. Stuff happens that could result in character development but none of it is ever followed up. The most notable example is when Dave feels terrible guilt over having apparently killed Dr. Waterman, but this is forgotten a few minutes later and we never even find out if the dead man were really Dr. Waterman.
The effects are uniformly bad, but not usually enough so to be entertaining in themselves. The castle is an obvious matte painting and the stuff on the other side of the portal, whether it’s Hell or the Dark Dimension or I don’t even know, is just the same spot in the woods with an orange filter over it. There’s a stupid spinning thing used to represent Asmodeus exercising assorted dark powers. The devil and the sabre-toothed ogre are both stiff and shitty stop-motion puppets. The animation is surprisingly competent for a movie with the budget of Jr. High drama club, but they’re still not good. The one exception is the giant green caveman, which looks dumb but is quite convincing as occupying space and interacting with the characters.
One might expect that this movie would be about the temptation of evil. The monsters in it are summoned using a book of dark knowledge, and in trying to get the book back Asmodeus offers Jim anything he wants – money, prestige, women, you name it. Problem is, there’s never any sign that the main characters are in fact tempted. The crazy guy in the cave wants nothing from the book except to get rid of it. He passes it on to Dave and Jim with evident glee. Dr. Waterman’s interest in it, according to his notes, was purely scientific. He summoned demons just to see if he could do it, but he doesn’t appear to have gained anything thereby except the knowledge that it works. The main characters never even attempt to use the book, even to get themselves out of this mess, they just run around trying to keep it out of the hands of the monsters. I’d say it’s like if every character in The Lord of the Rings was book-Faramir, but only a colossal nerd would use an example like that.
Honestly, I think this movie was about the wrong characters. Dr. Waterman’s process of discovering the book and learning to use it, only to realize he’s unleashed things he cannot control, would probably have been a much more interesting story. The characters from this film could have shown up at the end to fish the book out of the mess, with the implication that they will be its next victims. This would have been a much better way to explore the ideas of temptation, making a Faust-like character out of Waterman as he is tempted not by riches or fame, but by knowledge and power.
Equinox is not quite #fuck this movie bad. In order to earn that tag, a film has to be unwatchably dull and/or morally repugnant. I didn’t have any trouble sitting through Equinox but I also didn’t really enjoy the experience. As movies about demonic forces go, it’s pretty bland and nothing much really seems to happen. I guess that means I have to forgive Aleczilla51297 for sending it to me, but I’m still looking really forward to a Godzilla film or two.
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14, 70 and john and rog. because this would literally fulfill all my dreams
bodyguard/locked in a room au
“you’re an idiot,” john sighed, reaching up to pinch at his nose. “how do you forget the password to your own safe room?”
roger shrugged, his grin slow and easy in the pale light. if john didn’t want to throttle him so much, he’d have found it almost attractive.
“in my defense,” drawled roger. “i’ve never used it before.”
“no,” agreed john with a snort. “you just decide to give it a try on a whim.”
in roger’s defense, it wasn’t a bad panic room; john had honestly seen worse. in all his years of body-guarding the rich and famous-- which, if you’d told him five years ago he’d be the strategic bodyguard for the roger taylor, he’d have laughed in your face-- he’d seen panic rooms that were really just closets with locks, an attic room with zero air flow, and a basement room that had a broken window. this room was large, airy, and decorated. frankly, it looked ridiculously lovely, almost relaxing. there were worse places to hide out in from murderous fans.
to be clear, john was not the muscles. no, that was reserved for a mountain of a man named dirk. dirk was the brawn and john the brain, as freddie lovingly put it his first day on the job. dirk was there to protect roger should one of his millions of fans try to rip him apart in order to claim a souvenir of former boyband member turned successful solo artist roger. john was there to make sure that there was never even a reason for dirk to have to step in.
in his first six months of service alone, john managed to stop two assault attempts, thirteen stalkers, twenty-six break ins, and five rather unfortunate cases of stolen identity. he rewired rogers mansion top to bottom, spent weeks pouring over the data of each hotel and venue he’d preformed at, and had thoroughly vetted each and every person roger could or would ever come across. he had plans a-through-z for protecting roger.
he just had none when it came to protecting roger himself.
for all that roger was beautiful and kind, sensual and talented, he was also the biggest idiot john had ever met. roger was the kind of person to 100% walk into a trap thinking it was kosher; john had lost track of how many times roger had actually walked towards a fan practically frothing at the mouth with little regard to his own safety. he left doors unlocked, he threw last minute parties with hundreds of guests that john hadn’t vetted, and he locked himself in the very panic room he’d had installed himself.
“la croix?” asked roger, shoving a can in john’s face. pamplemousse, his favorite. “i know you can’t drink while on the job.”
“thanks,” grunted john, taking the can and rolling it between his hands. it was chilled, still wet with condensation. he didn’t know why roger had it to begin with; roger hated grapefruit with a burning passion. once, while ridiculously hungover, he’d chucked half of one across the room, pelting his assistant, crystal, in the face.
“pretzels? goldfish? or would you like a cup of easy mac?” roger offered, pulling back the sliding door to reveal a pantry full of food designed for children. “i had crystal stock up a month ago with nonperishables.”
“all of those are perishable.”
roger frowned, staring at the boxes in defeat. “even the gummy sharks? aw, man, those are my favorite!”
sometimes, john questioned his life choices. especially when it came to roger. roger, whom john had been sleeping with for the past three months. what had started as a drunken mistake celebrating the end of roger’s world-wide tour had turned into something uncomfortably more.
even his stupid childlike obsession with gummy snacks made john’s stomach flip, and not in a disgusted way. john didn’t just want to fuck him, he wanted to hold his hand and kiss his forehead and fall asleep curled around him. he wanted to be domestic and cute and stupid together.
but he couldn’t.
part of his job meant sacrificing everything for roger; he needed to be unbiased and not distracted. what would happen if he missed something vital because roger was shirtless? or, could he ever forgive himself if roger were to get hurt under his watch?
he’d have to end what they had, and soon.
“i need a pick me up. is the la croix not doing it for you? i can make you a coffee,” roger offered, pulling out a nespresso and frothing wand. “cafe con leche?”
“what the actual fuck,” said john, suddenly taking in his surroundings. “this isn’t a panic room, this is a goddamn bunker, isn’t it? only, instead of guns and shit, you’ve filled it with scooby-do gummies and a keg.”
roger brightened. “they make scooby-do gummies?” lifting his apple watch to his mouth, he cleared his throat before; “siri, remind me to ask phoebe to buy me scooby-do gummies.”
john watched in dismay as his watch lit up before repeating: “alright, your majesty, i will remind you to ask phoebe to buy you scooby-do gummies.”
“why am i in love with you?”
john had meant for that to be nothing more than a thought, something fleeting that he could later suppress in the middle of the night when no one was around. instead, he said it aloud. like a fucking idiot.
“excuse me?” squeaked roger, eyes wide and bright. “you’re in love with me?”
not for the first time since meeting roger, john wanted to kill him and then himself.
“no,” snapped john, turning away and stabbing angrily at the control pad. “i didn’t say that.”
“you did! you said you love me!”
“no, i loathe you. i loathe you and this stupid panic room, and the fact that you don’t know your own password, and--”
“you love me!” roger crowed, coming closer.
“dirk!” john bellowed, slamming his fist on the titanium steel door. “dirk, get us out of here!”
“you love me, you want to marry me,” roger sang obnoxiously, pressing the whole length of his body against john. “tell me, deaks, do you write ‘mr. john taylor’ on your notebook? cuz i write mr. roger deacon on mine, and i think it has a nicer ring to it.”
john had been hired to protect roger, which arguably meant that if anyone got to murder him, it would be him. he said as much.
roger pouted, eyes wide and lips full. “but if you murder me, how can we honeymoon in bali?”
the sad part was that if john wasn’t so wounded over the fact that roger was mocking him brutally for his feelings, he’d find the look attractive.
��fuck off,” john snarled, shoving roger back and away from him with far too much force for it to be anything but serious. startled, roger allowed himself to be shoved, collapsing in a heap onto one of the oversized beanbag chairs he unnecessarily had placed in the room. “you think this is funny? huh? you think this is a joke? we’re locked in here and you can’t stop being an asshole for one fucking second! fuck you, roger, fuck you to hell and back, you washed up piece of shit!”
“deaks--”
“i wish i never took this job! i wish i’d never met you! i wish you knew the fucking password so this nightmare could end, and--”
“oh-eight-one-nine-nineteen-ninety-one,” said roger in one long breath, staring up at john, stricken.
john paused, squinting. “what?”
“the password,” roger repeated. “oh-eight-one-nine-nineteen-ninety-one.”
“is that my birthday?” asked john after a beat, the wind going out of his sails. “you set your safe-room password to my birthday? wait, you remember it?”
roger blushed, looking away. “you said it couldn’t be my birthday, but that it had to be something important. something i wouldn’t forget.”
“....so you chose my birthday?”
roger shrugged, chewing his lip. “I guess....i guess i might love you too? i mean, i bought you twelve cases of pamplemousse la croix because it’s your favorite drink, and i also got the velveeta mac and cheese because you once said you liked the liquid cheese better than the powder, and i made phoebe teach me how to make cafe con leche because it was all you drank in spain and the south american leg of the tour. also, i might have paid dirk to take the day off so i could accidentally get us locked in the safe-room because i know you feel uncomfortable having sex in the house where anyone could walk in on us.”
john blinked, taken aback.
“but if you want to go,” sighed roger. “that’s okay.”
“oh,” said john. then, “studies show that then package the powdered cheese comes in contains phthalate which can lower your body’s production of testosterone.”
“that’s what you took away from that?” roger all but screeched. “I just told you i loved you and you’re talking about mac and cheese?”
“you started it!”
“i take it back, get out of my safe room!”
“no!” shouted john. “you locked me in here! i’m staying-- take off your pants!”
“okay,” said roger, complying. “but we’re gonna talk about this after i blow you.”
“fine!” shouted john.
on second thought, maybe it wasn’t such a terrible job, after all.
#i just love the idea of john being exhausperated and roger being dumb#also roger is harry styles no i wont take criticism
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Evening Stars
I finally did it!! Here's the first chapter of the fanfic I said I would write, thank you so much @delphinelacroix @pauciloxuent and @bleuaceofsparrows for being my betas! I'll post this on ao3 but first I want to figure out the tags I want to use.
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Chapter I
It’s around midnight, and they’re still talking.
princess_cordelia: I can’t believe we talked to each other for the whole day, it’s already midnight!
the_good_doctor: Well, I guess I lose track of time when I’m talking to you.
Anne can’t control the smile on her face. Whoever this guy is, he always knows the right thing to say to make her smile.
princess_cordelia: I’m getting really tired, I think I’m going to go to sleep. Goodnight, talk to you tomorrow.
the_good_doctor: Nooooo, don’t leave me alone in the dark of the night.
princess_cordelia: I’m not leaving you, I’m going to sleep. You should do the same, don’t want you looking like a zombie in school tomorrow morning.
the_good_doctor: If you say so… Goodnight, sleep well
princess_cordelia: You too
She turns her computer off and goes to sleep, wondering who could be on the other side of the screen.
It all started around a month ago when she went to the Queens University website and saw that she could talk to other future students. So she decided to create an account to make new friends and possibly a kindred spirit. Unfortunately, it didn’t go that well. Most of the people she talked to weren’t that interesting and some of them weren't exactly looking for a friend.
Until one day, when she found this profile of a boy who seemed pretty interesting to talk to. Anne eventually found out that they go to the same school. The only problem is that she has no idea about his identity. The accounts are created under a username and for some reason, she never bothered to ask who he was.
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Anne is at the library studying with her bosom friend Diana. Miss Stacy gave them a lot of homework and they were using the extra time to study.
“Have you heard about Jane’s Halloween party?” Diana asked as she gave up on her math homework
“Isn't Halloween still two weeks away?” Anne answers, not looking away from her notebook.
“I mean, it is, but everyone is already talking about it.” Diana moves closer to her friend, lowering her voice, “Do you think your prince charming is going?”
Anne can feel her cheeks getting as red as her hair and starts to really regret telling Diana about her mysterious penpal.
“He’s not my prince charming.” She raises her head. “And to answer your question, no, we haven't talked about it.”
Diana checks the time on her phone. “I have to go, or else I'll be late for my piano class. We'll talk about this later.” She gets up and gathers all her stuff.
Anne hugs her friend goodbye “Have fun at the piano class.”
“You know I won't. I'll text you when I'm done.”
Anne ponders going home too, but she knows she's more productive in the library than at home. And there is still a lot of undone schoolwork.
A few minutes pass when she feels someone touching her shoulder; it’s Gilbert Blythe, her academic rival. “Do you mind if I sit here? There aren't any other free chairs.”
Anne looks around and notices he’s right; the library is, in fact, crowded with people. Avonlea has a really small library.
She moves her stuff to the side. “Sure.”
Anne doesn't really know what to think of Gilbert. When she first met him, she completely hated him because once he made fun of her hair. Which led Anne to hit him in the face with a big binder.
However, things are different now. They aren’t exactly friends, but Anne now allows herself to have a conversation or two with Gilbert.
“So,” Gilbert starts as he unpacks his stuff. “Have you studied for tomorrow’s geography test?”
Anne freezes, oh no.
“Don’t tell me you forgot about it,” the boy says, holding back a smile.
“What? No, of course I didn't.”
She did, in fact, forget about it. But there's no way she's letting Gilbert Blythe know that.
“I just realized how late it is, Marilla told me to be home before dinner,” she lies.
“If you say so. See you tomorrow then,” Gilbert says.
“See ya,” Anne says while dashing out of the library. Green Gables isn't that far from there so she can easily walk between the two places. Well, in this case, run between the two places.
Five minutes later she arrives home, heading directly to her room. The redhead starts studying, only stopping once because Marilla insisted that she had to eat dinner. Anne got almost no sleep that night, only closing her eyes one hour before she had to wake up. She guessed one hour of sleep is better than none.
The day felt more like a year. The test didn't go that bad but obviously the lack of studying was noticed. When she gets home the first thing she does is go straight to her bed and sleep.
She sleeps for hours until she wakes up hungrier than ever, so she goes downstairs as quietly as possible to have some of the dinner leftovers. When she comes back to her room she checks her phone and notices that she has a text from the Queen's boy.
the_good_doctor: Hey, is everything alright? You haven't answered any of my texts, did I do anything wrong?
No, no, no, Anne wants to apologize for worrying him. In person would be the best way but she can’t do that given to the fact she has no idea who he is. She decides to write an e-mail instead. So she begins:
“I'm so incredibly sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you for two days, what happened was that I forgot I had a test today so I spent yesterday night studying, I hardly got any sleep. So today when I got home the first thing I did was go to bed, I just woke up. By now you are probably already asleep, but I hope you forgive me. You didn't do anything wrong, I should've said something. Sorry I worried you.”
Yeah, that'll work. It's almost 1 am, he'll probably only see it in the morning.
Or so she thought because a few minutes later she gets a text from him. What the heck is that boy doing this late at night?
the_good_doctor: A lot of people seem to be forgetting about their tests lately. Anyway, I'm not mad, I was just worried. So what are you doing up so late?
That’s a weird thing to say, how many people does he know that forgot about the test dates?
princess_cordelia: What do you mean? Also, I should be the one asking that question. I slept for the entire afternoon. It's obvious I can't sleep now, so what are you doing up so late?
the_good_doctor: Ignore it. Okay, fair enough, I was actually about to fall asleep, you were the one to wake me up, but honestly, I don't mind waking up if it’s to your texts.
princess_cordelia: Don’t be ridiculous, I’m sorry I woke you up.
the_good_doctor: It´s fine, don´t worry about it. How was your day?
And just like that, they talk until it’s almost 3am and they both decide it’s better to go to sleep. Even if neither of them wanted to stop talking, it was too late and it started to get difficult to keep their eyes open.
In the morning Anne overslept, waking up to Marilla’s voice demanding her to get out of bed to which she reluctantly obeyed.
The weekend ended three times faster than it started and suddenly, much to Anne’s despair, it was Monday again.
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So 5x18...
...Well hot d*mn.
Man when Supergirl fires on all cylinders...HOO BOY.
Case in point: *gestures to all of 5x18*
To be clear: I liked this one.
A WHOLE LOT.
Not that I disliked 5x17, necessarily. It’s just that 5x18 was more... Entertaining? ...I dunno. I dunno how to explain it.
...Okay yes I do and that explanation is: Someone remarked on Kara’s use of language and Kara overcompensated on the ‘NOooOOooOO I’m totally 100% normal!’ AND there was a musical quote AND it was WHILE TEAMING UP WITH ALEX TO FOLLOW A LEAD.
But I’m getting ahead of myself let’s backtrack...
TO THE TOWER! WITH ALEX! NIA! KARA! AND M’GAAAAAANNNNN!!!!!!
June Foray voice: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?!?!?!
I know I’m not the first person to make that reference but it’s always fitting and, for real, recurring character status WHEN. (I mean. Obviously I would prefer series regular but that feels like a big ask considering that all future TV production is...uh. Ah. Erm....
...Up in the air. At the moment.)
And then we check in with the Luthors and Non Nocere isn’t working???
I am shocked! Shocked, I say!
And then we’ve got Obsidian doing something ill-advised which is basically the company’s MO at this point but KELLY AND WILLIAM ARE ON THE CASE REGARDLESS.
(So that’s kinda the one thing I’m sad about re: the Crisis reset; Andrea’s character development. But she’s sticking around for next season so I’m not too upset that she remains...kinda...one note for now.)
And THEN the library scene.
It was so gooooood.
Then Leviathan and okay. Alright. Okay. Huge points in this episode’s favor: Rama Khan feels like a far more significant threat. And I feel like 80% of that is the fact that they just let him wear normal clothes. Thank you, show. Thank. You.
Also the rock effects were way better in this episode because they weren’t footing the bill for a giant crossover episode this time around
I am a little confused, though, by what has and has not happened with regards to Rama Khan on Earth Prime. Did the pre-Crisis stuff...happen? The dialogue...kinda made it hard to decide one way or the other. ‘He hasn’t been seen on this Earth for 100s of years’ but then also, ‘a chilly place you know quite well.’ So...he...did go to the Fortress. And fight Kara? But...all that stuff before Crisis...???
...Not gonna bother with that right now.
POINT IS...Leviathan is finally like...invested in killing Supergirl* and menacing in a very real way which both raises the stakes and makes it personal and that’s way more interesting than ‘nebulous evil organization that must be stopped.’
*I know they kinda sorta already did the whole, ‘let’s kill the Kryptonian!’ and invaded the Fortress but I don’t know what to tell ya, it was just lackluster.
J’ONN AND M’GAAAAAANNNNN
I am firmly in camp: I don’t care if they’re never green again I love seeing them in the super suits with their human faces IT’S GREAT.
Love that Nia’s snoring interrupts the moment.
Also love the deck of Rama Khan playing cards, that must’ve been a fun project for the graphic designers.
Then we’ve got William and Kara at CatCo and it’s baked goods! A hilarious line delivery by Staz! A ridiculous fabrication involving a shy, violent cat!
...Now I want Alex to actually own a shy, violent cat!
“Cats love me, for some reason.” “Of course they do.”
Side note: Love Kara’s blazer.
And then it’s ALIEEEEEENS TO THE RESCUE!
WHAT A TEAM UP, FOLKS.
We love to see it.
The interrogation scene is good n’ tense and ramps up to a very impressive showdown in the DEO (but BEFORE the sparks really start flying we get that rad shot of Kara leaping through the window and doing the superhero landing and it’s just
Perfection.)
Also perfect? Lex playing a game of transmatter pickle with the prisoners.
Then we jump back to the DEO where things are not going well!
Like, really really bad!
But J’onn and M’gann save the day! If not the building!
RIP DEO. 2016-2020
Obituary: The DEO headquarters is survived by its elder sibling, the DEO desert base.
Look none of the favs work there anymore save for Kara and Brainy and they’re both gonna be better off working freelance for J’onn but I do expect Brainy to at least pick up some additional cash by working as a Lyft driver next season.
Me, watching the characters struggle to make it in the gig economy: I feel so seen.
The final portion of the episode is just ALL ACTING and I must say...good stuff.
Like. This cast, man. They take the plot points I’ve been ‘meh’ about all season and they turn in some stellar performances and suddenly I’m like STANDING OVATION, CAN’T WAIT TO SEE WHERE THIS GOES.
Also, reason #342 I love Jon Cryer’s Lex: that scene with Lena.
Terrifying.
Full disclosure: I went in to this episode fully prepared to be really annoyed with whatever was going to happen with Lena and I still don’t...love the trajectory of this season, being so tied up in her personal drama but.
But.
Katie McGrath’s performance...went an awful long way here. In making this...not as bad as it could have been.
Like tearfully admitting she was hurt? And that hurt was the basis of all the nonsense she pulled? Finally owning up to the fact that this was never truly about the greater good but that it was all rooted in some personal issues and OUTRIGHT STATING SHE WAS BEHAVING LIKE A VILLAIN????
I am. Extremely impressed.
EVEN MORE IMPRESSIVE THOUGH: Kara remaining distant both physically and emotionally throughout that scene! Not in like, a cold uncaring way, but in a, ‘I have emotions and I have a right to feel them and set boundaries in regards to my trusting you right now given all that has transpired’ kind of way.
GOOD. YES. GOOD.
(Lex’s outburst has that kind of same Nice Guy undertone--albeit more pronounced and rage-y--as Lena’s in the Fortress. Like, ‘I supported you and you still rejected my plot to take over the world’ and ‘I was kind to you and you still messed up my mind control’ which...I dunno I might just be digging in too deep here in order to further justify the character turn but I think Cryer’s performance regardless is a really sobering wake up call for Lena, different than Lex stuff we’ve seen before. It’s close and intense and uncomfortable in a way that really sells the motivation.)
“You’re a monster...but that doesn’t mean I have to be one too.”
Wow. Might be...the first time I’ve liked Lena all season.
...whispers: might be the first time I’ve liked her ever at all
For real: credit where it’s due, that was an excellent line read.
*insert applause here*
CUT TO ADORABLE J’ONN AND M’GANN MOMENT
D’aaaawwwwwwwwww
But, look, it’s a little undermined by the fact that they both gotta try and embrace in those bulky super suits, I’m sorry, it’s true
...Maybe it’s more endearing that way?
HEY remember how I foolishly assumed that the now-unemployed Alex would simply continue to work with J’onn in an investigative capacity and, ya know, NOT jump straight back into costumed badassery?
HA. HAHA HAHAAAA.
Those leaked set photos make sense now.
OH NO, WILLIAM!
Real glad Staz confirmed he’s returning. Otherwise I would not be able to DEAL WITH THE STRESS.
I already talked a little bit about the loft scene but some additional points! Beautiful lighting. Wonderful score. Excellent performances all around.
A truly great end to a truly great episode.
Like, it makes me retroactively sad, that we’re only getting 5x19, as opposed to 5x19 and 5x20 because I wish that the crew/writers/actors had a little more space to let all of this good work they’ve done settle and breathe.
(But also, it was good that they stopped production, from a safety standpoint, so. Can’t be too upset.)
And, regardless of how the next episode goes down (b/c I’m gonna be real, SG always does really great set-ups for their season finales and then kinda...rushes to the finish line and that can only be further exacerbated in this particular case) I’m just really impressed with this effort here.
...but also LET’S TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE SOME WILD GUESSES. Specifically, what is Alex’s vigilante name gonna be???
...
Alright I generally try to avoid addressing specific fandom complaints in these things b/c I generally try to avoid the fandom itself but of course some stuff has already leaked through all of my blocks/muting so:
‘Lena didn’t apologize!’ The words ‘I’m sorry’ were not said, sure, but 1.) season’s not over and 2.) for Lena, admitting she was wrong is huge. HUUUUUUUGE. It’s solid character growth and I really wish various subsets of fandom would recognize that it’s not fun, when fans hold on to negative stuff from characters’ past and refuse to acknowledge that the characters have changed.
‘Brainy should have seen this coming!’ This one is kind of more down to personal preference I guess but I feel like they’ve established that Brainy’s got a bit of a blindspot due to his feelings about his friends, so I don’t take this as a knock against his intelligence so much as him being stretched fairly thin because he’s playing all sides, and worried about the people he loves. YMMV, though.
All the ‘fix-it’ stuff re: the last scene, by making Kara immediately forgive Lena. Lose me with that nonsense, bleh.
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A Second Chance - Chapter 3
I'm so sorry for the wait but here's a summary of the sections.
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WELCOME! Over here to the left we have a heartfelt battle between Evillustrator and a group of rebels. Will Marc's feelings for Nathaniel get in the way, or will he get the job done?
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Let's see if first impressions really do stick.
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NOTES :
Thank you so much for the lovely feedback, I truly do appreciate all of the love and support this fic has gotten so far, it absolutely blows my mind that I've gotten so much feedback from this. This chapter in particular is almost 3000 words, sorry if it's a bit long. It was definitely longer than I was intending it to be, but I think it turned out for the best. Also, apologies if there are any errors in here. I'll be going back in later to double check and proofread it. If you catch any errors grammatically, feel free to let me know!
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“Please...Nathaniel don’t do this. I know you have to be in there!” Marc cried, hands trembling as his knees felt numb.
“That’s Evillustrator to you. What we had was nice Marc, but if you truly cared you would want me to be happy. I finally feel at peace, I can draw to my hearts content and every piece become a reality. If you truly cared, you wouldn’t be trying to stop me right now,” Evillustrator said.
“I know you, Nathaniel, better than I know myself. I know that you’ll regret what you’ve done, please come with us and give me your pen. Then, after ladybug gets here, the damage you’ve caused can be reversed, and we can go back to-”
“Go back to what? When you and your class gets to be happy while I sit in silence in my class? While I get harassed and bullied, constantly put in your shadow while you’re basking in attention? The spotlight will soak you up. Every creation I make is made with so much passion and time, yet nothing ever competes with yours. Every word I say means nothing in comparison to people like Marinette! Lila and Hawkmoth have helped me realize this, and you will pay for what you’ve done,” Evillustrator yelled, grabbing his pen and quickly drawing roughly on his board.
His sketching was rushed and rough, as he quickly drew harsh lines, forming many, many stick figures. Each stick figure slowly stood up , and soon there was an army, each one immediately charging.
Max quickly slammed his laptop shut and moved it aside on the ground, abandoning his bag.
Aurore on the other hand, immediately started fighting back, her umbrella dueling as both a shield and a sword. Marc quickly wore off the shock and started grabbing his keys in his hand and began slashing wildly at the stick figures, but to no avail. Max, however had a different approach.
“Look, at his tablet. It’s flashing red, it must be running out of battery so he’s drawing messier and faster,” Max said, pointing to Evillustrator.
“Why is that? He didn’t have that issue before!” Aurore yelled, as she extended her umbrella to block the overhead stick figures, jumping down upon her.
“Hawkmoth must be running out of energy. If the tablet is shutting down, then I’m guessing he’s too busy to save the stick figures. We need to make him use all the rest of the battery without saving the stick figure drawing. If the tablet shuts down, then hopefully the drawings won’t be saved, and they’ll disappear!” Marc yelled, as he attacked the stick figure jumping behind from Max.
Aurore exchanged a look between the two boys before yelling, “Guys! It’s okay! I can handle myself over here!”
Evillustrator immediately began to draw more complicated figures. Gotcha right where I want you! If I can just get a few more drawings out, they’ll be right where I want them! Evillustrator schemed.
Aurore however, quickly dodged all their attacks, and began to run wildly while using her umbrella as a shield in front of her, pushing all the other stick figures in front of her out of the way as she charged on through.
Evillustrator began to get more and more frustrated, as he drew more and more. Eventually, Marc and Max joined in, causing distractions from all over the place. As time went on, Evillustrator began to get more and more furious, until one point, he was fed up. He quickly drew out a sword and soon it formed at the feet of one of his stick figures, as it charged for Aurore. That’ll teach her, no more Mr.Nice GuyTM. He thought grimly.
Marc, however, was horrified and immediately ran to Aurore. Marc began to profusely fight the figure but as time went on, his footing got lazier until eventually Marc was knocked on the ground as Aurore was holding off more stick figures.
The stick figure wasted no time in charging forth, extending their sword and raising it above their head.
Nathaniel’s eyes widened as he tried to scream, yet his voice was silenced. He began trying to erase the stick figures, but lost track of which stick figure was which and who had the sword.
I’m so sorry I failed you, Nathaniel. Please forgive me. Marc said, giving up and welcoming death’s embrace. He closed his eyes and waited.
Yet it never came.
All at once, all of the stick figures began to glitch out and became distorted, and right before the faceless stick figure’s sword came down, a mere inch away from Marc’s eyes, it too froze. Soon afterwards, each stick figure disappeared, and so did the sword.
Using Evillustrator’s frozen shock to his advantage, Max leaped up and snatched the pen away from him, and Aurore slammed it into two. Immediately, Evillustrator’s costume dropped as he de-transformed. Nathaniel stood there, horrified as he took in the site around him, as saw the smashed pen and dead drawing tablet beside him. He eyes watered as he began to quietly sob, his nose becoming stuffy and his face becoming red. His shoulders and hands shook as Marc slowly stepped towards him.
“I-I’m so sorry...I’ve d-done horrible horrible things. I sw-swear I never meant any of it,” he said, as he hiccuped and sniffled. He then let out a pained sob as Marc immediately embraced him, resting Nathaniel’s head on his shoulder. Aurore strangled the butterfly in her hands as Max grabbed his previously empty computer case as they shoved it inside. Aurore and Max began to laugh and cry out of relief as they collapsed in relief on the ground.
“It’s alright, Nathaniel. I know that wasn’t you just there, and you’re okay now, you’re safe. I promise you that,” Marc said, brushing away his tears.
“But I let Hawkmoth take advantage of me! I let him take control! The things I’ve done are unforgivable-”
“You were manipulated, taken advantage of, and used. But dwelling on it won’t fix it. What will help fix is taking Hawkmoth and Mayura down, along with the other villains that are coming to Paris. Please, Nathaniel we need you. I need you,” Marc spoke softly. For a moment, there was silence until...
“I’ll join you,” Nathaniel spoke at last.
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“-we are living in constant fear, and the heroes have been fighting non-stop since the war began. Please, we are begging you!.......send help.”
Bruce paused before sighing. “Was that all of them?” he asked, trying to analyze and break down the information.
“Sure is. As I said, these claims are getting barbaric. Anyone can hire an animation studio and editor to make these silly edits, but there hasn’t been any documentation of actual property damage, and look at the Eiffel tower! It’s being destroyed in every one of these and yet it’s ‘magically’ rebuilt in the next video. Not to mention, some girl on a teenager’s blog is trying to present herself as a Mary Sue, she’s delusional and stuck in a fantasy to claim that she’s best friends with a superheroes and celebrities. This has got to be some online joke or trend-”
“But where would these teenagers get the budgets from? What about the news articles written by adults?” Bruce challenged.
“You can’t seriously think these could be real. Ladybug and Chat Noir? Really? No one’s super powers could reverse the broken arms of people, the ill and the sick, and repair city damage in one fell swoop. Or better yet, destroy the Eiffel tower with one touch. It’s CGI, probably funded by those adults too,” Clark countered.
“What about super strength, flight, speed, laser vision?” Bruce argued.
“Supposedly all you have to do to beat these villains is break the options, like a photograph. So threatening, just terrifying right?” Clark challenged.
“Your weakness if a rock. A rock. Is it so far fetched that these could maybe be real? The Miraculous, Ladybug, Chat Noir, they could easily be real or fake. We need to do more investigation than this,” Bruce concluded.
“Did someone say the miraculous?” Diana said, freezing in her spot by the doorway.
“Oh wow, looks someone uses the door like a normal person...COUGH COUGH BRUCE COUGH COUGH…”
Diana gave him a stern glare.
“We were just going over video feeds of the current condition of Paris. Villains like the Joker, Harley Quinn, and Ivy have all been spotted in Paris,” Bruce said, tuning out Clark.
“No, before that you said there was a black cat and ladybug Miraculous?” Diana said, with wide eyes.
“Yes, there were supposedly reports of two...young adults I think? They were dressed up as vigilantes and were supposedly fighting crime, why do you ask? Have you heard of them?” Bruce asked.
“Heard of them? Why my mother grew up telling me stories about her days as the super heroine Ladybug! Her tales were my bedtime stories for years!” she retold, with a fond look in her eyes.
“Your mother? That girl looked nothing like Hippolyta, are you sure you’re not mixing it up with something else?” Bruce asked.
“I’m quite sure, after all my mother gave up being Ladybug a long time ago. The Ladybug Miraculous doesn’t just have a sworn duty to one place, but to the rest of the world. My mother couldn’t travel to the rest of the world while looking after the amazons, and thus entrusted the miraculous to one of the Guardians,” she spoke.
“Who was is this Guardian? The Black Cat guy?” Clark questioned.
“Oh heavens no, the Guardians were much much older than that boy is. These superheroes are powered by an object called the Miraculous, granting each user immense power. The Guardians are meant to protect these Miraculous, but after the incident at one of the temples...only one of them is still left...but anyways, the Ladybug and Chat Noir Miraculous are extremely powerful, the strongest Miraculous actually,” she explained, while walking over to the video files.
“What do these Miraculous do?” asked Bruce.
“And again, how does that explain the damage to the city?” Clark added.
“Each Miraculous has a different ability; time travel, teleportation, complete destruction, and creation, you name it. Each Miraculous has a unique ability, that they can only use once. The Ladybug Miraculous represents luck and has the ability to reverse any Miraculous caused damage. Buildings, broken bones, illness, you name it. The only thing the Miraculous of creation and luck can’t reverse is death, for death lies in the hands of the counter partner, the Black Cat,” Wonder Woman said, as she sped up the videos and glimpsed through them.
“The Black Cat represents death and misfortune, and with a simple touch of a hand, entire buildings can collapse and fade to nothing within a second. If you’re unprotected with a Miraculous suit, the Black Cat’s abilities can kill you in less than a second, and Ladybug won’t be able to reverse that damage. Each Miraculous, when new, can only use their abilities once in a battle, but as they grow more experienced, can get more abilities or quirks for each battle,” Wonder Woman finished.
“So the reason there is undocumented damage is due to the Ladybug woman?” Bruce finally asked, while side glancing at Clark.
“Precisely, meaning these claims may very well be legitimate. However, there still isn’t much seen with Gotham’s villains, there are barely any sightings,” Diana added.
“Any lead is still good enough for me,” Bruce said, already getting ready to leave for Paris, and booking an appointment on his phone. However, he stopped when he looked down to see his phone exploding with phone calls and texts from Alfred. This of course sent Bruce into a panic, Alfred knew he was going to be out in the suit, and to not call unless there were emergencies.
Quickly, Bruce dialed Alfred back while rushing out the window door. Immediately, Alfred picked up.
“We are going to have a visitor. I will be preparing the guest bedroom. Please arrive immediately, it has to do with the condition of Paris.”
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“I’ll be right, Marinette. I must go and prepare your room. Would you like me to prepare you some tea?” Alfred asked, while grabbing her backpack. He beckoned to the Miracle Box, but Marinette shook her head. She shook her head, taking the box and placing it in her lap.
“I’ll be alright, you’ve done so much for me already. I will never be able to repay you for your kindness,” she responded. Alfred nodded. As he was about to leave, he got a phone call from Master Bruce.
“Wait right here, I’ll be back soon.”
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Each day was worse than the last. There were no known leads about the Joker’s whereabouts, and Damian was getting impatient and pent up. With nowhere else to put his energy, he took Titus out for a run.
Damian knew the Joker was planning something, and it was driving him nuts. As they strolled around the city, Titus could tell his heart just wasn’t in it and abruptly pulled on his shirt, nearly causing him to fall over.
“What is it, Titus?” Damian asked, before taking notice of the sky. His father would surely be home by now. He sighed before changing course, and making his way back home.
When he reached the doorstep, he realized the light was on in the spare bedroom. Strange. He thought. Father rarely allows guests over, and always gives them a heads up to be more cautious.
He shrugged as he made his way over to the door. Suddenly, Titus made a run for it inside and bolted inside towards the living room.
Damian stood up alarmed, ready to attack and dashed around the corner towards the living room.
On the couch, sat a small girl clutching a box. Her hair was a dreadful mess, and her clothes looked tattered and worn out. She fidgeting on the couch as she looked around and glanced out the window.
Titus ran over and started barking and trying to grab at and bite the strange box. He could sense something was strange about the girl, something he wasn’t familiar with and it sent him into a frizzy. It sent the short girl into a frenzy and she instantly grabbed at the box and made a dash for it. She leaped over the couch and knocked over the lamp next to it. She looked panicked but was quickly stopped before she reached the door.
She collided with Damian and fell onto the ground with Titus catching up and barking in her ears as she lie on the ground, shaking in fear. Her eyes were teary and unfocused, almost lost in the moment. The Miracle Box shook, and the sounds of jewels and valuables sliding around were heard from inside the box.
It wouldn’t be the first time someone had attempted to break into the Wayne Manor to steal its valuables, and Damian was sure it wouldn’t be the last. Titus’s ears were flattened, his tail between his legs, as his eyes were filled with fear and concern. Damian’s heart clenched at the sight of Titus looking so scared, before his look hardened into a cold glare at the stranger.
“WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?” Damian demanded, already posed to attack. When she didn’t respond, he tried to grab the box while Titus was still barking in her ear, fearful of the stranger.
She froze for only a moment before slamming her elbow into his chin and quickly sidestepping him. Damian charged, startling her enough to drop the box, hearing her call out :
“TIKKI SP-”
Alfred burst into the room stunning the both of them and separated the two immediately. Damian was about to lunge before Alfred grabbed him from behind and forcefully pulled him off, and then swiftly grabbed the box and placed it into Marinette’s hands. He grabbed Damian by the shirt and tugged on Titus’s leash, dragging them both outside of the room.
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001 Barbie! xx
As you wish! They’ll mostly be from Barbie movies but I’ll probably include other Barbie media as well
001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:
Favorite character:
I guess it’s obvious, but Erika’s always been #1 in my heart. She’s brave, loyal, and on a personal level got be through a lot of rough times. But if I had to choose another, it would be a tie between Starlight (Barbie of Para-Den) and Mariposa.
Least Favorite character:
Probably Ryan from Life in the Dreamhouse. He just won’t shut up about how much Ken sucks and how cool he is and how he’ll steal Barbie away. At least most of Raquelle’s shenanigans were about proving she was better than Barbie in general, not just as a romantic partner. Plus she was way funnier and *gasp* showed remorse every once in a while.
5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):
1. Every combo of the Princess and the Pauper OT4 (Julian x Anneliese x Erika x Dominick) because they all work so no you can’t make me choose!
2. Every combo of the Mariposa OT4 (Willa x Carlos x Mariposa x Catania) because again I ship them all so you can’t make me choose!
3. Starlight x Sal-Lee. I mean it’s a classic “tough girl lets her guard down for this one person” idea that I adore, plus through Starlight Sal-Lee ends up opening up to everyone else as well, meaning she’s taking influence from Starlight. I also think they just have a lot of good chemistry. I wish SLA had it sequel so we could see more of their interactions.
4. Tori x Keira x Liam. I think I actually like this one more than Anneliese x Erika because they get so much more time together onscreen. And omg that time together is just oozing in adorable interactions. The winks, the sly smiles, the gushing, it’s just too cute. I also just think Liam is so sweet with Keira and you can tell from the “Perfect Day” montage and the scene with Tori in the carriage that he really loves Keira’s company. I like to think that Keira ends up casually dating both of them for a while - because she’s a BICON! If you really wanted me to choose just one between them though, sorry Liam, but I’d be Troi x Keira all the way.
5. I’m including Summer x Raquelle here because like I’ve said before I love the chaotic energy they’d have. I think if they ever got together Raquelle’s ambition combined with Summer’s competitive nature would lead into hilarious schemes of proving that there's "obviously" the best couple and Summer getting all defensive if Raquelle’s goals aren’t going her way.
Character I find most attractive:/
I have to admit, I think George (Dreamhouse Adventures) is pretty handsome. I think I just have a thing for men with dark hair and glasses.
Character I would be best friends with:
Oooh, so many to choose from! Okay, if I just pick one it would probably be Marie-Alicia (Alice). We’re a lot alike in some ways, shy about our passions, softspoken but not afraid to throw down, and struggling with confidence issues. I would love to spend calm afternoons with her sitting by the windows in Millicent’s Fashion House, working on my latest videos and musical aspirations while she worked on new designs. And then maybe we’d go for dinner or coffee and treats after!
a random thought:
I’m don’t think I’ll ever be over Barbie Live! In Fairytopia and Barbie LIVE! The Musical being limited releases with no proshots (proshot just means filmed musical/play). I mean come on even BARNEY had a proshot for one of his shows, so why not Barbie too?? Not only would everyone have gotten to see it but it would’ve helped to make back money for the production as well.
An unpopular opinion:
I love ALL Barbie movies and I don't think they "went downhill" after Three Musketeers. Sorry y'all.
My Canon OTP:
Barbie x Ken because I’m basic but I mean can you blame me??? They’re adorable in Life in the Dreamhouse, and I’m actually loving the slowburn in Dreamhouse Adventures despite how overused the trope is. They’re just so comfortable with each other and it’s clear how strong their bond is, even just as friends. Love them.
My Non-canon OTP:
Merliah x Kylie but honestly, you can’t convince me they aren’t canon. I mean come on, Merliah has NO male love interest and Kylie and her are a classic “rivals-to-lovers” trope. They kind of remind of me of Annika and Aidan at the beginning of Magic of Pegasus actually, because those two idiots were really trying to hide any attraction with snark and it just didn’t work. That’s how I see Merliah and Kylie; they pretend to be all tough and dismissive because neither wants to admit they’re actually head over heels. Plus I mean Kylie almost DIED to protect Merliah and the whole ocean, could you really blame me for shipping them after that?? Aw man they’re one of the best f/f ships out there.
Most Badass Character:
I’d say of all the badass characters in Barbie, I’ll choose Rosella. She learned how to provide for herself on the island, she can *parkour* (lol), and most importantly she never gave up trying to help Apollonia’s animals no matter what. Even when everything was against her, she stood up for what she knew was right. Also, she never said one bad word against Luciana. I know that may not seem like much but too many movies with love triangles pit the women against each other and I’m just not fond of that unless one of them is supposed to be really nasty or villanous.
Most Epic Villain:
I’m going with Preminger because he honestly scares me. Similar to someone like Adagio Dazzle, he’s almost always one step ahead and easily molds the situation to fit his needs. Every time a wrench is thrown into his plans, he finds a way to adapt and continue being the one in control. He’s undoubtedly clever and cunning.
Pairing I am not a fan of:
i know I’ve said this before but UGH Kara/Super Sparkle x Wes Rivers. I don’t care if he’s supposed to be her “Lois Lane”, he’s a wannabe newshound who exposed her identity without a second thought to boost traffic to his blog. That is the NUMBER ONE thing you do not do to a superhero because it can and WILL endanger not only the life of the hero herself but also anyone she knows. He’s not a journalist, he’s just a one-man papparazzi with a phone instead of a camera. Absolute worst Barbie movie love interest.
Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):
Barbie in Puppy Chase. First, she brings the puppies with them to Hawaii for no good reason. Seriously, there’s a lot of work that goes with bringing pets on a plane, so unless it was Chelsea that begged her to take the puppies, which I seriously doubt, there was no reason to waste any time/money on doing that. Secondly, she didn’t reserve a car beforehand. That’s...just common sense. Third, she completely ignored Chelsea every time she said that it was HER trip, for HER competition, and SHE wanted to go straight to the hotel. There was time to see the horses and whatever else, sure, but they should’ve done it AFTER checking in at the hotel. Not to mention, what if their room had been given to someone else because they were no-shows? This movie just made Barbie look like an insensitive idiot and I can’t forgive that.
Favourite Friendship:
One of my favorites is definitely Erika Juno and Princess Olivia. I made a longer post about it a few years ago. I really like how they teach each other and how they grow thanks to each other’s influences.
Character I most identify with:
Right now, Starlight & Erika. I’m jittery, unfocused, and at times really unconfident. At the same time, I also feel trapped inside and music is really my escape from both the world and my own sorrows.
Character I wish I could be:
When I get older, I hope to be like Aunt Millicent - the “cool” aunt that inspires her siblings’ children, like how Millicent inspired Barbie to be a strong woman. I mean I’dl ike to be inspiring to my own children as well, but I chose Aunt Millicent specifically because I’m not sure if I myself will ever be ready to have a child, so right now I’m preparing more for being the best Aunt I can whenever my little sibs have kids.
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Hey, Friendo! So I don't know if you know this, but someone is passing around Screenshots of something you were involved with on Discord around? It's really bizarre and I mean we are friend's on Discord so I know it's you in the screenshots.. But like, what happened to make you act like that? It's deeply concerning as I've never experienced you act that way or heard you speak the opinions you did in the chat? Are you doing okay?
Can you tell me who is spreading screenshots around about me? Cuz it’s really no one else’s business and I asked the mods of the server to find the culprit so they can get taken off the project and so I can block them.
I’m doing fine. I’m now upset because even though I apologized to the mods of the project I was in and left the project i still got hateful messages here from that person saying they were “so glad they got screenshots of that trash fire.”
I got upset about the choosing videos aspect of the project I was in and yes, acted out of frustration and anger. And I’m not making excuses for my behavior because I know it was wrong but in the moment it is really hard to control my emotions and I was being ganged up on by the server and the mods for acting negative cuz they had a no negativity policy. And since I didn’t feel heard after trying to voice my suggestion to do this better I left! Because it’s a great project but I didn’t want to continue losing sleep to try to snag a video for the project I actually wanted only to have it taken by someone who was a second faster in the claims channel.
I do not appreciate someone taking screenshots of my behavior to what? Let other people know I’m a bad person? To show I’m a baby? That acting out of anger is a punishable offense that now I gotta get shown around like haaaa look at this loser? I know the people who really care at the end of the day will forgive me for my mistakes because I know I did wrong and apologized several times. But apparently it’s not enough for whoever is spreading this and... that’s just sad really. Why waste your time on that? I guess just so I get a bad name cuz you know- if you have any presence on the internet you can’t make mistakes ever~
So yeah. You got a name of that person or anyone else who’s seen it? Tell me please and tell that person to cut that shit out. They can do so much more productive things.
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Gold Digger
Word Count: 2K
Angst of course
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Shawn’s a little bit stressed.
His eyebrows are furrowed, hair messier than usual although barely noticeable to anyone else. He’s worried more than anything. It’s not because of his music, he gets plenty of inspiration nowadays. It’s not because of his friends. Hell, it’s not even because of the housewarming party him and Y/N are due to host for the house they bought together.
Shawn had flown back from Europe merely a week ago, ad he could’ve sworn it was with him. He could practically feel the tough covering of the wallet in the left pocket of his grey sweats.
Yet, after a week of “I’m sure it just got lost in the move.” and “I’ll just pay in cash.”, he’s finally ready to be properly worried over losing his wallet.
And he’s looked everywhere. After the new move, he didn’t hesitate to search the shelves, the tables, between the couch cushions, even the pillowcases of the guest bedroom. But he still can’t find it.
Letting out a frustrated groan, he rests his face in his hands, running his fingers across the flushed skin before groaning for the hundredth time that day.
“Hey do you think Karen would prefer White Wine or Red-” Y/N walks in, hair flawlessly falling down to her waist in frizzy waves, makeup done more excessively than usual but nevertheless showcasing her perfect features, dress hugging her curves the perfect amount. She stops her sentence when she sees her boyfriend’s distressed state.
“Shawn?” She frowns, walking towards where he’s sat on the edge of their bed. She wraps her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him into her waist as she runs her fingers through his hair.
“What’s wrong?” She asks him, toying with the messy curls atop his head.
“I can’t fucking find it.” He whines. She sighs, bending her neck down to inhale the scent of his shampoo, “It’ll be okay.”
“I hope so but-” He lets out a breath at her actions, “Everything’s in there, Y/N. All my credit cards, my license, my ID, all of the money I took to Europe and my bank cards. Whoever gets their hands on that wallet can literally take everything I have.”
Repeating the horrific truth to himself has him wincing at his own words.
“You’ll still have me.” She kisses the top of his head, fingertips roaming down the muscles of his back, “And you have your family and friends, just don’t worry about it for tonight.”
He tilts his head up to look at her, showcasing his red cheeks at her as he grins like a child sarcastically, “Impossible.”
Y/N leans down, pressing a small peck against his lips, “Possible. Now go get ready, guests are coming in twenty minutes.”
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It’s 9 pm.
There are people scattered across the living room o the house. Some are relatively polite, the older people invited treating themselves to a leisurely amount of wine. But some of the younger guests - Shawn’s high school friends’ friends from college -have no problem treating themselves to drinks. Shawn flinches as he stands in the line for his own bathroom, hearing someone vomit quite aggressively in the bathroom toilet.
Deciding that he would rather not use a vomit covered restroom, he decides to jog upstairs to use him and Y/N’s personal bathroom. It’s much cleaner, and with Y/N’s taste i decorating, he knows it’ll be far nicer than the bathroom a story below it.
But when Shawn walks in, he clumsily stumbles in a bit too quickly, knocking what appears to be Y/N’s makeup bag off of the vanity they recently set up. Sighing, he bends over to pick u the contents and prays to himself that nothing is broken.
But instead of merely being met with her makeup products, he spots a familiar object of binded brown leather, and his face pales at the discovery.
Lying on the ground, halfway inside her makeup bag and halfway tumbled onto the floor is the brown wallet Shawn’s been looking for for the past week, the one he’s been endlessly stressing over. And now here it is in Y/N’s makeup bag.
Shawn feels a rush of emotions, pain being one of them. Betrayal following. But mostly, he feels anger. Feels upset that he’s been complaining to her, letting her know of his worries, has even broken down in front of her because he hasn’t been able to find his wallet and now here it is being stolen by his own girlfriend. The girl who he thought he loved.
Blinded by nothing but anger, Shawn storms out of their new bedroom. When the pounding of music hits his ears as he marches down the steps eagerly, he searches for flashes of her red dress. He sees her in the corner of the room, talking to some girls he assumes go to college in the area.
Without a moment of hesitation, he dodges past the people roaming around his living room, reaching out his arm to grab at her wrist abruptly.
“I have to talk to you.” He declares solidly, shooting her a glare. She playfully dodges him, “Not now, Shawn, Bree is telling me a story about her trip to Mexico.” She waves him off, trying to escape his grasp in one quick motion but he tightens his grip quite tightly.
“Ow, Shawn, that hurts.” She yelps, resting her drink onto the table next to her and turning her attention towards him. Her wrist is twinging with pain at his tight grasp, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“ We’re going upstairs.” He tells her. And he drags her up the stairs and into their bedroom as Y/N pleads for him to let her go or asks what the hell is wrong with him.
As soon as they’re in their shared room, he slams the door shut and corners her until her back is pressed against the wall, “You’re sure you haven’t seen my wallet?” He asks her, steam probably radiating off of him at how livid he is.
“What? Is that what this is about, Shawn.” She tells him, slightly annoyed.
“Tell me, Y/n, did you or did you not know where it was?” He asks more urgently this time. He seems genuinely terrifying, muscles tensing up threateningly and Y/N is almost actually terrified for a moment.
“No Shawn, I didn’t know where it was. Why would I know where it was?” She asks him, furrowing her eyebrows. She’s less annoyed now, moreso slightly scared at his short temper.
Shawn scoffs, reaching over onto her vanity. He grabs her makeup bag, a small brown pouch with the word “Gucci” branded on the side. It was originally Shawn’s, but during the move he’d found it and decided that he had no real use for it, to which Y/N decided she’d store her makeup in it and adopt it as her own.
He practically tears the zipper off, and he pulls his brown leather wallet out of the small pouch.
He expects her eyes to widen, expects her to bend down on her knees and beg for his forgiveness. Shawn expects her to be caught in the middle of her act, expects her to panic of any kind.
But to his surprise, that’s the opposite of what happens.
There’s a moment of silence between the both of them, they both stand in front of each other, tension filling the air as neither of them speak. Finally, Y/N breaks the silence.
“You think I did this?” She scoffs, Shawn widens his eyes at her outrageous actions, “You think I stole your fucking wallet? For what purpose? Why would I do that, Shawn?” She asks him.
“I don’t know, just last week you were telling me all about how your tuition was expensive ever since you moved here.” He snarks at her. And it’s slightly ironic because just the week before he’d offered to pay for her books after she’d told him about it, she’d obviously denied his proposal saying she’d figure it out and that she didn’t need his money.
“You think,” Y/N gulps, a dull ache suddenly forming in her chest, “You really think i’d steal from you?” She asks him.
“I don’t know, Y/N, it’s kind of hard not to think about it. I mean you’re getting a brand new house that’s getting completely paid for by me, you get constant media attention, and you’re always complaining about how fucking in debt you are. It’s not that hard to-”
“Is that really all that you think of me?” She raises her voice, cutting him off. She doesn’t mean to yell at him but with her heart pounding so loudly in her ears it’s hard to control the volume of her voice.
Shawn, instead of noticing the way her eyes become slightly glassy as she speaks, instead of noticing the slight red coloring forming around her wrists, instead of acknowledging the pleading look on her face or her labored breathing, replies.
“It wouldn’t be the first time some gold digger tried to drag me into her life.” He simply replies. Y/N lets a stream of tears fall down her face, body trembling at how the night has changed in mere minutes. Her entire body aches, and her mind pounds with thoughts of how everything he told her was a lie.
“I guess I should just...leave then.” She lets out shakily. Shawn scoffs, tucking his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans.
“Only with the things you bought yourself.” And he walks out of what was supposed to be their shared bedroom.
When Shawn walks back downstairs, Andrew approaches him, drink in hand as he throws his arm around Shawn’s shoulder. Shawn can immediately tell he’s tipsy and catches Andrew before he falls.
“Woah there” He chuckles, “You good?”
Andrew simply smiles back at him before nodding.
“Oh Yeah! I forgot to tell you.” He tells Shawn, Shawn awaits Andrew’s next sentence, waiting to get his mind off of the situation that’s just happened upstairs.
“The airline found your wallet! It was in one of the pillowcases. They sent it to my house since I booked the tickets and I just threw it in your Gucci bag in your bedroom.” He tells Shawn.
Shawn’s eyes immediately widen, a million emotions gobsmacking him entirely. He can feel his face glow with red, and he pushes Andrew down on a seat near the minibar in the kitchen before sprinting up the stairs. When he opens the bedroom door, she’s standing there. Dress still hugging her curves perfectly although makeup is splattered across her cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, baby, I-” He cuts himself off as she throws more clothes messily inside of the large suitcase perched on the foot of the bed.
“Andrew told me everything and i’m just so, so fucking sorry.” He tells her. Her eyes close as she tries to stop tears from falling down her cheeks any longer.
“Don’t worry, i’m only taking the things that I bought with my own money.” She bitterly tells him. His heart presses straight against his ribcage, air being knocked out of him as he realizes he may have just lost the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
“Please don’t go.” He begs her. He grabs her hand, stopping her from throwing more belongings in the suitcase. She rips her hand away from his grasp and continues throwing the last of her drawer clothing into the suitcase.
“Y/N, please. I need you.” He drops to his knees, begging at her feet to forgive him. He bows his head in defeat, not being able to do anything but watch her prepare to leave him.
“I’m sorry, Shawn. I don’t think you should need someone you were ready to accuse so easily.” She tells him defeatedly, “But let me know if you ever need a gold digger. Apparently my boyfriend says I am one.”
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Remind Me Why I Fell In Love With Happy Endings
It’s Because They Have Happy People
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Fandom: Sanders Sides
Summary: It hurt. A lot. They felt drained dry and defeated, but there hadn’t been any villain or monster to fight. They were supposed to be a team. They could fight monsters, not deal with this. Emotional vulnerability sucked.
Takes place directly after Learning New Things About Ourselves
Pairing(s): platonic LAMP, romantic if you want to read it that way but I wrote it platonic
Characters: Logan, Patton, Virgil, Roman, Thomas is mentioned
Genre: hurt/comfort, angst with a hopeful/happy ending, angst and fluff
Warnings: cursing
Word count: 2420
Notes: kind of an AU? Just timeline-wise. I’m playing fast and loose with the timeline, which is only going to be important and/or relevant if I actually finish the follow-up fic I have planned for this. Since in this story/universe, the sides are real and Sanders Sides videos are not really scripted, there’s much less time between videos(because editing, writing, and directing are figuratively thrown out the window).
“Well, that went well,” Virgil snarked as they sank back down into the common area.
“Our goal was accomplished,” Logan said sharply, avoiding eye contact. “Thomas is feeling better about his chosen lifestyle.”
“His lifestyle you hate, you mean?” Roman grumbled. “Just looking for some extra clarification. Wouldn’t want anyone to be confused.”
“Now, kiddos,” Patton chided, his smile not reaching his eyes. “I think we all came out of that one a little bruised.”
“Metaphorically,” Virgil cut in before Logan could protest. “Emotionally bruised.” Logan nodded with a pinched effort at a smile.
“Is everyone doing okay?” Patton asked softly.
Logan scoffed. “Of course, Patton. No new information was relayed to me and therefore my emotional state, which is negligible, was not significantly impacted.”
“Logan…” Roman grimaced. “I really am sorry. I didn’t mean it. I should have said something more when we were up there, but I-”
“You were more concerned for Thomas’s mental state and more concerned by his opinion than you were for or by either of mine,” Logan cut him off. “Perfectly understandable.”
Roman shook his head. “I should have been concerned for both of you. I shouldn’t have put you in a position where hearing an apology from me for something I specifically said to hurt you was a great kindness. I called you a lot more than ‘stupid’ that I should have apologized for.” He lifted his chin and stood even taller. “And I am now,” he declared. “Logan, I am truly and honestly sorry for the hurtful things I said to you and about you and I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me for speaking to you in such a way and treating you as if you were worth less than you are.”
Logan sighed, some of the tension falling from his face. “Thank you, Roman. I forgive you.” Roman smiled weakly and Logan nodded in return. “Also, to be clear,” he said, adjusting his glasses and smirking. “I’m not remotely offended that you called me a bitch.”
“Roman!” Patton cried, affronted. “When was this?”
Roman blushed. “I got carried away.”
Logan huffed, his smirk softening into a smile. “I like to see you so passionate. I like to inspire it, even if it comes in the form of calling me Sanders Claus on Bitchmas and suggesting we build a snowbitch and kiss under the bitchletoe.”
“Roman!”
“Patton,” Logan said, turning to him. “I was much more insulted by being called stupid. Both of which Roman has apologized for. There is no need to berate him further. I believe I have done enough of that for quite a while.”
“But Logan!”
“Hey, Pop-star,” Virgil chimed in, drawing the focus onto him. He shrunk back slightly but kept talking. “If L says he isn’t upset, then getting upset on his behalf is only making everyone feel bad. It’s okay to let it go sometimes.”
Patton sighed. “I guess you’re right, kidd-- Virgil. Sorry.”
Virgil flinched a second after Patton did, at the sound of his name. “Pat, I-” he sighed. “Nevermind.”
Logan reached over, but stopped, his arm hovering near Virgil’s shoulder. “May I touch you?” At Virgil’s nod, he slid his arm across Virgil’s back and squeezed his shoulder. “Have we not made clear that being open with each other is the only way that things can be solved?”
“Guys, I was a real jerk today and I’m sorry,” Virgil said in a quick breath. He tilted his head to rest on Logan. “Logan, I shouldn’t have jumped to the conclusion that everything was your fault. I shouldn’t have blamed you for something that we all knew we were all contributing to.” He looked at Roman. “I shouldn’t have blamed you either. I know how hard you work. I know how much it kills you when we criticize what you do and I know we have to sometimes because that’s our job, but we’ve been taking it too far lately. I’ve been taking it too far lately and especially today.” Virgil looked over at Patton who had tears in his eyes and quickly looked away. He stared at Logan’s shoes for a moment before forcing himself to look back at Patton. “Patton, I love you,” Patton whined as his damp eyes filled a little more. “I love that you call me kiddo. I wouldn’t give you dad-themed nicknames if I didn’t. I like being a dynamic duo with you. I feel like you get me sometimes in a way that someone whose function isn’t emotion isn’t able to.” Logan stiffened, but didn’t move his arm. Virgil kept talking. “What makes me uncomfortable isn’t all that. I like being your ‘dark strange son’.” A small grin crept onto his face and he rolled his eyes fondly. Virgil paused, catching himself and hesitated before taking a breath and blurting out, “I don’t like being called an angel. I don’t like you telling Thomas that I don’t mean the things I say just because they’re negative or because I disagreed with you. It makes me feel like you don’t think I can do my job. It makes me feel like you think I’m less capable than you are.” Virgil winced and looked tentatively at Patton, already waiting for scorn.
“Oh, Virg-- kiddo,” Patton sighed. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”
Virgil shrugged, his expression relaxing as he leaned into Logan and pretended he’d never had any doubts. “I know. That’s why I said something. If I thought you were doing it to upset me, I wouldn’t have asked you to stop. I know you didn’t mean anything by it, which is why I felt safe telling you that it upset me.”
“Can I hug you too, kiddo?” Patton asked, fidgeting with his hoodie sleeves.
Logan spoke up before Virgil could respond. “Oh, Virgil and I are not hugging. I am merely ensuring that he feels safe enough to express the feelings that we have previously established are important to share.”
Virgil rolled his eyes. “By hugging me. Face it, L, we’re basically cuddling.” Virgil smirked as Logan blushed, but was pleased that Logan’s arm around his shoulders didn’t move at all. “Come hug us, Patt-- Dad. Come hug us, Dad.”
Patton barrelled into them, tackling them into the couch, his arms outstretched to wrap around them. Virgil laughed as he went down, pulling himself into Logan’s side as he curled up on the couch. Logan readjusted until he was seated normally on the couch with one arm draped over Virgil, who had pulled his knees up and was leaning onto him. Patton picked himself up and sat on the other side of Virgil, placing his arm next to Logan’s and gently grabbing Logan’s shoulder. Logan looked over to see Patton smiling at him as he squeezed his shoulder. Logan let out a breath and dropped his head to rest on Patton’s hand.
“Well, this is just absolutely adorable,” Roman stood awkwardly above them, looking down with a bright smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “But I should be going.”
“Come cuddle with us, Princey,” Virgil muttered. “You deserve cuddles, especially after today.”
Roman’s face lightened a bit as he breathed out a soft laugh. “You look very comfortable. I’ll just be off.”
Patton looked up at Roman. “I have another arm, kiddo. There’s a spot right here if you want it.”
Roman took in a sharp breath and let it out shakily, looking at Patton as if he’d just told Roman that he was going to get everything he’d ever wanted right then and there, a mix of disbelief and desperate longing on his face. “Thanks, padre, but I’m good,” he finally managed, a blank smile slapped back on his face.
“Roman, why do you feel the need to lie to us when we are openly offering you affection?” Logan asked, not bothering to look at Roman.
Roman scowled, but quickly regained control of his face and smiled again. “Because I don’t need it. I’m doing just fine. This last video just illustrated to me how much work I have unfinished and I need to stop letting my ego get in the way of productivity.���
“You’re lying,” Virgil mumbled, not looking at Roman. “You sound like Logan when you lie and not in a good way.”
“Do you just know all of our tells?” Roman snapped. “Are you studying us, Virgil? Does it make you feel special to have us all figured out, Emo Nightmare?”
“Now, Roman, kiddo…”
“That’s enough, Roman.”
Ignoring Patton and Logan’s jump to his defense, Virgil started to hum a tune that was still fresh in all of their minds. “Sometimes the problems at play are not all plain to see, so we lash out at our loved ones, disregarding our bond sanctity,” he sang awkwardly.
Roman sighed and flopped down on the couch. “Don’t quote me to me, Panic! at the Everywhere.”
Virgil snorted. “You’re pretty quotable, Princey.”
Roman laughed. “Whatever you say, Hot Topic.”
“You reused that one on purpose,” Virgil taunted. “You think I’m hot.”
Roman huffed a laugh and snuggled into Patton’s side. Patton hummed softly in delight and pulled Roman closer. “I already told you you’re adorable, do you really need me to admit you’re hot too?”
“Children,” Logan groaned.
“Aww, Logan!” Patton chirped. “Have you finally admitted that we are the fathers to two wonderful sons?”
Logan frowned. “No. I was telling Virgil and Roman that they were arguing like children.” Virgil and Roman laughed and squirmed closer into their hugs. Quietly, into Virgil’s hair, almost so soft that no one heard him, Logan mumbled, “And I thought I was one of your kiddos too.” But they did hear him and Patton squealed. Roman and Virgil flinched at the sudden noise and Patton stopped with a sharp intake of breath. He looked back and forth between the two of them, both of whom had relaxed once they realized it was Patton that was squealing, and squealed again, much softer.
“Of course you’re one of my kiddos, Logan!” Patton cried, reaching over to try and hug Logan too. Virgil grunted softly as he was crushed between them. Logan reached over with his free hand and placed it over Patton’s on his shoulder and Patton stilled, settling back between Roman and Virgil. “Of course you’re one of my kiddos,” he repeated softer. “You’re all my kiddos. I love you all so much.”
“Love you too, Pat,” Virgil mumbled.
“The feeling is mutual, Patton.”
“I love you as well, padre.”
“Love all of you!” Patton cried, getting a little weepy. “Now say you love each other!”
Logan blinked. “Was that not abundantly clear? I thought it was rather obvious that I care for you all. I concluded Patton was the only one to require regular reminding. Was my reasoning not sound?” Logan’s panic increased as he went on, his breathing quickening and his volume rising. Virgil tensed under Logan and Patton’s arms. Roman went very still.
“I didn’t want to put you out, L,” Virgil admitted. “I don’t want you to say it just because you think I need to hear it. I’m fine, really.”
Roman nodded. “I feel the same. It is a wholly unnecessary venture. I am not so shallow as to need constant praise and validation.” He turned to Patton. “No offense, Patton.”
Patton smiled. “None taken, kiddo! Remember what Thomas said? ‘Honestly, it didn’t hurt me. It’s clear you’re the one that’s hurting.’ Didn’t you listen to what we said?”
Roman scoffed. “It’s all well and good to say things for a camera. I’m quite familiar with the process myself. I was flattered, of course, that you came up with so much so quickly.”
“Aww, kiddo, we meant it!”
Virgil suddenly sat up ram-rod straight and whipped around to face Roman. “I shouldn’t have said almost,” he blurted out. Everyone turned to look at him, but he barrelled on. “I thought you knew what parts were serious, but Roman, we love you.” he paused and shook his head. “I love you. Nothing you could do would make me or any of us stop.” He scowled. “Dammit, even Deceit and Remus love you and they’re bastards who can stuff it. You’re awesome, Roman. In every case, we’d embrace you. Nothing is ever going to make us stop loving you, let alone hate you, okay?”
“Yeah, Virgil,” Roman choked out, trying valiantly to keep from crying at Virgil’s speech. “I know.”
Virgil went red, suddenly realizing how much he’d said. He settled back down between Patton and Logan. “Yeah, well, good. Don’t be stupid and think we don’t love you again, Princey.”
“I love you all too,” Roman mumbled with his face buried in Patton’s cardigan.
“I love you both as well,” Logan murmured. “I shall endeavor to remind you all more often. I have often spoken against the logic of assuming other’s thoughts and jumping to conclusions. It would be hypocritical of me to continue to do so after it has been brought to my attention that, in this case, actions do not figuratively speak louder than words.”
Virgil snorted. “Love you too, Logan. Now shut up and let me sleep. I’m exhausted and emotionally drained.”
Logan nodded, leaning onto Virgil and resting his head atop his curled up body. Patton lifted his arm to let Logan relax and lay down half on top of Virgil who had tilted to lean on Patton. He set his hand down on Logan’s head, gently running his fingers through the other side’s hair. Roman leaned all the way over, resting his head in Patton’s lap. Virgil and Patton shared a small smile as they both moved a hand to play with Roman’s hair. Roman let out a pleased hum and the quiet attention, leaning into both of their touches. Patton took a final look at his friends, his charges, his family, all curled up and leaning on him, letting him love and support them the way he tried so hard to do, and let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He leaned his head back and felt a pillow materialize behind him. He glanced down to see Roman’s smile grow slightly. Patton lifted his hand up to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss onto his fingers before pressing it onto Roman’s head. He leaned back on the pillow and closed his eyes, the comforting weight of the other three on him quickly lulling him to sleep.
#sanders sides fic#sanders sides#roman sanders#patton sanders#logan sanders#virgil sanders#platonic lamp#lamp#platonic prinxiety#platonic logince#platonic royality#platonic logicality#platonic analogical#platonic moxiety#learning new things about ourselves#im not emotionally ready to deal with the new episode#so im posting about older episodes to cope#sympathetic sides#but not ignoring their flaws#tw cursing#i need a writing tag#remind me why i fell in love with happy endings
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