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mgnzx3 · 2 years

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Ch.2 ~ Night Out

Summary: This is my first fanfic, bare with me i promise i’ll get better...A story where Miya, Y/N & Sakusa, Kiyoomi fall deeply in love not knowing that their fathers are rivals...both of them being Yakuza leaders. It'll be a messy love story.

Warnings: 18+, smut, violence, yakuza, strong language, alcohol and drugs mentioned. Readers discretion is advised.

Status: Ongoing...

Genre: Romance, Slow Burner, 18+

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When it's italic it's dialogue and when it's not those are y/n thoughts in her mind.

Y/N always carries a mini Glock in a thigh holster (she gangster like that lol).

Y/N is wearing a black dress with a slit and black heels.

You made it home to Nekoma Towers. Walking through the parking garage, taking in the sights that you missed the last four years.

You stepped into the elevator and scanned your card then you pressed the "Penthouse 45" Button. The elevator doors opened into your living room, it looked the same, nothing out of place. Suna says " I'll pick you up at 7:30 pm, I'ma head to my apartment and get ready."

You just nod at him, while he presses the "44" button and the doors close.

You glare at the clock noticing you have about an hour to get ready. You walked into your room, throw your luggage into your walk-in closet, you're heading to the bathroom, you start to run the bath, waiting for the water to warm.

You start undressing once the tub is filled. You stepped in, throwing your head back while closing your eyes, deep in thought "what should I wear tonight? Should I call Kita and check on him? I felt guilty going out while he's not himself...wait NO, Kita needs to get out of my mind"

"Ugh, I hate that I always catch myself thinking about him...this isn't healthy anymore, he broke you and I shouldn't be worried about him. I just wanna let loose and have fun, explore the city I missed the last four years. My dad did give me three months to myself before I start working for the family business"

Wrapping a towel around your body, and one around your long brown hair. You started walking into your closet looking for what you should wear. You are going to a bar but you felt like wearing a sexy dress, something with a slit and "ooooh it has to be black!"

Browsing through your dresses, you stop at one you wanted to wear tonight, with a smirk on your face, just thinking to yourself "Wow ima look like a bad bitch tonight, like who wouldn't go home with me, damn" You laid the dress on the bed with a pair of black heels. You headed to your drawers, taking out your favorite pair of lingerie, and putting it on. You headed to your vanity to start your makeup.

You normally don't do a heavy makeup look but you still putting on your favorite pair of lashes and lip gloss. You looked smoking hot, damn. You were definitely feeling yourself tonight.

After getting yourself all dressed up, you just stood in front of the mirror just looking at how hot you looked tonight, like damnnnnn girl. That dress was hugging you in all the right places. You got your phone to check the time. You grabbed your phone to check the time and it was only 10 minutes til Suna said he'll pick you up, you sent him a quick text.

You:

Rin I'm ready, lets's go!

Rin:

Okay come down to my place and we'll head out.

You had gotten in the elevator and made your way to Suna's place. You knocked on the door and Suna had answered it. He was wearing a black turtleneck and trench coat and some dark blue jeans, in your mind, all you could think was "damn my best friend is hot af, we both look hot"

"You look decent." Suna started to chuckle at his comment. "Don't lie, you know I look hot!" You snapped back at him.

"Whatever you say, Y/N" he had that sly smirk on his face."Ummmm, you know I'm hot" You stated while rolling your eyes.

"Let's go I bet Kiyoko and Tanaka are there already" You started to head to the elevator with Suna. We get to the garage level and you told Suna to take your BMW i8 your father just gave you as a graduation present. You handed him the keys. He already knew you were going to make him drive.

We arrived at the bar and you could already hear the music, it was so lively. You started to hum to the song playing, "She got that rich girl L.A vibe, she whip it good in her daddy's 95. Rough sex on the bedroom floor, hop in the shower she begging for more." You spotted Kiyoko and Tanaka, see they already got a table for the night.

You ran up to them, wrapping your arms around Kiyoko's neck "I've missed you so much, omg I can't believe how long it's been" Kiyoko hugged you, wrapping her arms around your waist. "Hi Y/N!!!! I missed you as well! Oh hi, Suna!"

You let go of her and waved at Tanaka, who was gulping down his beer like it was a contest. "You're really gulping that beer huh" You started laughing at him. "Hi Y/N!!! Long time man! know I love my beer" Tanaka said while placing the glass down on the table and started picking up a chicken wing. He hasn't changed at all, you loved being back home.

"Bitch why are you looking so hot?" Kiyoko had eyed me up and down, and you put on a show around really slow so she could catch all of you.

"Girl I already told you, tonight I need new dick!" You said while sticking your tongue out, Kiyoko slapping your ass, and started laughing at how carefree you were being. You wanted to be bold tonight, especially since you've only had sex with Kita.

Suna laughed at you guys since this is how you guys always act when together. Suna had mentioned he is heading to the bar to get you guys a drink.

Tanaka and Kiyoko left for the dancefloor. You started to drift into your thoughts while watching the couple dance and have fun. "Wow I miss being in love. Look how beautiful they are dancing and having fun. I remember when me and Kita would go to bars, get drunk, dance all over each other, and then get home and just have that intense, passionate sex, God I miss that"

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Suna's hand was waving in front of your face. He reached out and waited for you to take your drink, Scotch on the rocks. He knows you so well. "Here, start drinking so you can stop zoning out. You said we were getting lit tonight"

"Thanks Rin, and you are so right! I need a couple of drinks in me before I can go dancing" You said while reaching for the cup and taking a big sip.

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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hi gorgeous <3 i literally die whenever i see you have your requests open, you’re my fave writer ahhh!!

first of all thank you for writing my past few requests i have LOVED them, you’re super super talented!!!

second of all, if it’s possible could I please request nsfw sanji x fem reader, where sanji is a soft-dom, the idea of him being dominant and sexy but still weak af is like AHHHH to me! <3 Literally include anything you like in it!!! 💓💓💓💓

Hi baby!! I feel so flattered with your words omg 🙊🙊💖. I hope you enjoy this little scenario of Sanji-kun being all dominant, yet soft! I tried to stay in character as much as I could, so I hope it's all right ♥ Enjoy please, and thank for all of the support. Love u! ♥

NSFW ~ Vinsmoke Sanji x F! Reader ~ "Good Girl, Mellorine"

TW: nsfw. Soft dom Sanji. Praising. Face fuck. Oral. Unprotected sex. Vag sex.

WC: 1.7K

A soft hand gently covering your mouth. Whispers in your ear, “I want you to obey me tonight”. You bite your lip, Sanji’s low voice in the middle of the night, surprising you while you are reading. You close your eyes, inhaling the scent of his subtle manly perfume mixed with tobacco.

“Yes, Master”.

“Good girl”.

You follow your blonde lover to the room, holding hands, walking behind him. Sanji’s hips motion is something special, you relish at the image of that strong legs modeling the black suit trousers he wears.

“Come on, Mellorine…” he says, and as much as he tries to sound dominant, he can’t help to show how much he praises you, how a gentleman he is.

“Can you… can you wear this for me?” he asks, showing you a piece of clothing like the one you two wore during the events of Onigashima. You smile sexily, somehow all of you hated the Beast pirates, but the attire they wore was perfect. “Of course, Master. Give me a second” you tell him, while grabbing the hanger and start undressing in front of him.

The cook, struggling not to lose all his blood through his nose, sits over the couch crossing his legs and waiting for you to put on the uniform. He tries to act like a true dom, and indeed he looks so sexy by giving you orders. Even though Sanji is as sweet as chocolate, he sometimes can be a dark bitter one.

Once you are all dressed up, leather stripes cross your body, barely covering your skin. At first, Sanji walks towards you, to kiss you, but he stops right away.

“Master, I’m ready to follow your orders” you tell him, encouraging to keep up. Sanji takes air, you can almost hear his heart beating with excitement. “Lap dance for me?” he orders -asks-. “Of course, Master” you tell him. Your body meandering to imaginary music, flowing softly, sexily, making Sanji drool at such a show.

“How beautiful you are, Mellorine” he whispers. You turn around, your hands traveling from your breasts to your waist. Hips side to side, looking straight into his eyes.

The cook, constantly fighting against a threatening nasal hemorrhage takes a few more seconds to enjoy the image of your sexy body in front of him, and then, lowers his zipper. Sanji takes his pants off. His boxers still on show wet spots all over and a growing bulge. His palm grazes the tip of his cock, while you dance showing off everything you got.

Sanji is on fire, he breathes fast. “Mellorine, kneel down for me” he commands, and of course you obey. Your hands rest over your thighs, you are completely submitted to him, looking at the ground with a side smirk on your face.

“Stick your tongue” he commands. “Yes, Master” you tell and opening your mouth wide, you stick your tongue out. Sanji comes closer, holding his swollen member in his hands. The tip of his dick, dripping precum, stimulating your taste buds. Delicious taste, as everything he produces. He jerks off, while you lick his gland. And even if he hasn’t given you the order yet, you know exactly how he likes it. So, you take your hands to his balls, massaging them gently.

Sanji moans sound heavenly as he sticks his sex into your mouth, pushing deep, touching your throat. You reach for his perineum with your index finger, grazing his ruffled skin back and forth. Your fingertip is menacingly wandering around his rear entrance.

As the stimulation makes him drift into the pleasure, he progressively forgets about chivalry and becomes feral. He grabs your hair and moves your head in and out, fucking your mouth mercilessly. He pants and sweats, wet spots showing on his shirt. “Good girl, M-ellorine…” he whines. You smile, gagging as his dick hits your uvula on and on. Eyes getting watery while you wait for his climax to inevitably come.

On the verge of ecstasy, while Sanji’s cheeks become crimson and his gold locks wavy because of the sweating, he backs off. “I want to come on your boobs, stay there” he commands. You, pleased with how he is expressing his needs, prepare yourself to receive his warm seed over your chest. You relish at the image of your lover clenching his jaw, closing his eyes, moaning, and jerking off violently.

Sanji lifts his shirt exposing his lower belly, showing you that black happy trail from his belly button to his sex. Muscles spamming as he reaches orgasm. Sweet release dripping on your chest, warm sticky fluid staining the black leather material of your uniform.

He flops into the couch behind him, trying to recover as fast as he can, because he feels guilty of coming first. But you are not mad at all. What’s more, you are horny as hell, your panties wet as your arousal grows stronger.

“Come to me, crawling” he demands. “Yes master” you purr, dragging yourself to him with a feline-like hips motion. You rest your head on his lap, caressing his strong thigh with your fingers. Sanji brushes your hair, “good girl, you are such a good girl, Mellorine”. You kiss his fair flesh. So perfect, so sexy, and warm.

Sanji lifts your chin up, so he can see your face. “You are so beautiful, (name)-Swan” he tells you, while his thumb grazes and plays with your lower lip. “Come on here, sit on your master’s lap”. You straddle your hips over his still overly sensitive member. The thin layer of cloth in between your sex and his seems like sweet torture. “You are so wet, babe” he tells you, while his right-hand travels from your nape to the small of your back.

The cook delights himself with your needy expressions as he surprisingly moves his hips up, rubbing his dick against your throbbing clit. “Sanji-kun” you moan, your body needs release, right now. “Mhhh? what is it?” he asks, a devilishly smirk on his face. “Sanji… Master, please…” you beg, as he is now making you hump over his lap.

“We have plenty of time, don’t you think, Mellorine?” he whispers, and suddenly he snatches from your hair, pulling your head back. Neck and chest exposed to him; he licks his lips ready to attack your flesh. And he does. “Stay still…” he orders.

Sanji's teeth graze your neck skin, he licks and sucks it leaving little maroon marks all over. “I’m gonna fuck you all night long, you know that?” he informs you, and bites your earlobe. “Yes, master. Please, fuck me all night” you whine. “Good girl, such a good girl you are” he whispers.

Kisses go lower, and lower. They arrive at your breasts, perfectly cupped by the leathery material of the uniform. But Sanji doesn’t really care anymore about it, he wants you naked, completely freed from whatever is covering you. “Bye bye clothes” he says, and with a sudden violent motion rips your clothes away.

Turgent boobs, hard nipples on his face, a little red drop falling from his nose. Sanji sticks his tongue out, letting a little string of saliva fall over your right nipple. You squirm at the sensation, and moan. Once it's lubricated enough, he nibbles onto it. He pulls from it; he sucks them with dedication. Your personal chef is sending you to heaven.

“S-Sanji… Sanji-kun” you moan, repeatedly. He stops the nipple heaven and asks you, “Sanji? You should call me master…”. “I’m… I’m sorry…” and before you could say anything else, Sanji lifts you up and stands up from the couch. You cross your legs around his tiny waist, and he walks towards the bed, kissing you passionately.

He throws you to bed, him towering you. He unbuttons his shirt, and pounces into you. Steamy kisses, you can't even breathe properly. "I love you; you know that?" He says with muzzled speech while pressing his lips into yours.

The chef kisses you from your chin, lower and lower. He spends a good amount of time on your belly. He is in love with that part of your body. "Spread your legs for your master, ok?" He commands. You separate your legs, and as Sanji goes down, you rest your them over his shoulders.

Like the good chef he is, the blonde appreciates the food he is about to eat. He bites the inner side of your thighs and kisses your sex softly while his golden locks brush your legs as he moves. And because he has a master in oral, Sanji attacks your core, devouring, tasting the honey of your arousal.

He becomes feral, you can’t even breathe. And Sanji, too. Sometimes you just need to grab his hair and pull from it just so he takes air. Your lover could die driven by your taste, and he would be happy.

Climax is about to hit you. And perhaps for Sanji too, because while he sucked your clit, he was jerking off the whole time.

You want him inside; you want him to stretch your walls. "Master…" you purr in between moaning. "Yes, Mellorine?". "Fuck me please, please master" you whine.

"You want Master's dick inside, don't you?" He asks and sticks his thumb inside your entrance. You moan, even if it's not his dick, you are so sensitive that sends shivers down your spine.

"Let me see how tight you are…" he tells you, fingering you, violently.

"Mh… yes, perfect" he says, taking the finger out and making you lick it. "Taste yourself, aren't you delicious?" He says, as you suck his finger with dedication and a messy expression.

And before you could say anything else, Sanji is already penetrating you. In and out, deep inside. Perfect hip motions, him softening the movements because of how strong his legs are. You grab the blankets, twisting in place, arching your back, panting.

Your cook, whenever he fucks you, he loses all sense of chivalry. Sanji passes his arm around your waist, so he can grip you better as he pounds into you. Feral grunts, whining, he is as strong as soft, a constant dichotomy, a gentleman, and a beast in bed…

You come first, that's Sanji's best motivation. And then he follows. Tonight, you forgot about protection, and you don't care. Sanji flops over you, his wavy blond hair tickling your neck. Soft grunts in your ear as his dick pumps his warm seed inside you.

"I love you, (Name)-swan" he sighs. "Me too, babe" you mumble, still trembling after such an amazing session… ♡~

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smndragon · 3 years

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GODS AND HOW THEY AFFECT PEOPLE PT 2

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED IM SO TIRED

Okay, so we established this is a possibility that they associate and gift their talents and eyes to people living. If you haven't seen that post it's on my master list/pinned post.

Gotta thank @i-would-marry-thunderhead though they didn't try they helped me find a missing piece on what I was looking for.

More thanks to @medusa12346 and @tulatodivine for helping me find the click to read more thing, I'm new so😶

It's not random. As planets rule zodiacs, it's know some gods rule them, and it's not just planets as not all mythology and religion is based on planetary stuff. For example, if Ares rules mars and Mars rules Aries. People with Aries in their chart are gifted some of the small things Ares has.

So here are the planets and what they rule along with some things the gods may gift you Greek and Roman style. If you would like other gods please ask I'm not well versed in many others it's been a while since I've researched.

Links (minor searching sorry it's late I also may have to finish readings tommorow though I do have to go somewhere so sorry): Wikipedia gods and planets ruling with this link there is also more religions and gods with planets so if you're interested look into it.

More on the planets and gods in longer versions

What zodiacs the planets rule

Let me clarify Wikipedia is not always trustworthy but my research will be short tonight.

Preferably they will be within the big 3 but there are also minor things to look into I can't remember all of a sudden I REMEMBER

Basically depending on if it's the sun, moon, or ascendant. These emotions could come out at certain times or moments

SUN:

Apollo seems to be talked about with the sun but it also looked like Helios was the main with Apollo helping out at times or more often so they'll both be here ig: like said they rule the sun and the sun rules Leo (guessed it lol ily guys) some gist given to you Leo charted people you may be gifted with the ability to partially know if something is a 'yes or no' you may get deja Vu at times as signs from Apollo. You are also of course gifted with the ability to look good in gold. Other things could be his beauty, tanned skin, gut senses, nice legs, running and etc I can't remember

From Helios you may be gifted with good sight and vision, strong feet I feel idk?, And so far strong connection to growing things (will maybe add more if found)

OKAY this is gonna be a while.

MOON:

Artemis and Selene (of course her) rule over the moon which rules over Cancer. Possible talents and gifts are animal connections, animal eyes watching over you as companions, medical knowledge, natural medicines also, Excellence in athletics Kirk archery and stuff to do with jumping.

Selene gifts you oohhh it's possible you could slide some Helios gifts here to because they're siblings apparently. I see youth, strong arms, strength (not overboard remember), elegant style in clothing, and the moons watch during the night.

To clarify, there also things to think of like planet aspects and fuck the numbers the tilt or some shit uhyy yeah that will tell how strong these abilities may be.

MERCURY: all this got deleted guys ughhh

Hermes rules mercury which is both surprising and not. Mercury rules Gemini and Virgo (who is also associated with Chiron). Possible gifts include running, determination, medium abilities (determined by what I stayed above also on strength), probably funny ass jokes. Fly, you're just gonna be fly af. Hermes was a very important god to me, he also signifies glory, domination, and success full filled to me so yeah. The ability to soother the people around you with either your voice or your touch, clear or nice voice.

VENUS: WHY ARE THERE 3 HERE?!!??!? I wanted to include the goddess Venus but we'll see😭

Aphrodite rules Venus understandably, Venus rules Taurus and Libra I believe. Possible talents and gifts are of course beauty, loved eyes, this so kind weird but musical talent, telepathy (little), birds as helpers (as in messengers to the clouds or many realms), possible skill for design.

I saw a name called cypris but I'm not sure that's true I looked into it just a bit and found someone named Cypress I don't know if they're related but I believe it's possible? Other names are Cyparissus or Kyparissos. They were liked or loved by Apollo. It's not big but what I read was interesting.

There was also a Cytherea, this was probably an alias or second name given or that of Aphrodite, knowing this there was also a place called Cyprus which leads me to believe Cypris was another alias or typo.

MARS:

As talked about before. Most of us know they rules over Mars, mars rules over Aries. Possible gifts could include determination (he may have been a little cowardly which makes sense as an Aries sun with my shyness), strength, talent in art or drawing idk why I just feel that, piano (also applies to Sagittarius ppl honestly), understanding languages also possibly? Crafty with tools and objects, tactic smart in small ways.

JUPITER:

I saw the name Dias which I wasn't sure on, Dias I believe is another alias and modern name for Zeus. Zeus rules Jupiter and Jupiter rules Sagittarius so thats also no surprise. Gifts and talents may be swimming, science, young literature and old, an eye for good things, blessings through touch (more on a topic I'll bring up later not strong here), dancing, hunting, generosity, a promise of children. I feel many people with Zeus or Ares in their chart may have been accused as witches in those centuries. (Random) that'd all I get right now

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SATURN:

It said Cronus, I knew him as chronos (hit chronological order) which may have been wrong. He can go by that cronos, or kronos. He rules Saturn and Saturn rules Capricorn which also is understandable with relations between them. Talents and gifts may include: I feel like y'all may have thought you were telekinetic when you were younger💀, I see ginger hair here also, sticky fingers (stealth), time control (as in good with keeping time on track), perception of lies (the man was fooled right? True but I feel it's still smth small), faithfulness (also crazy uh), a gift of great smell, good taste in food choices, I feel like he raised a bunch of hand holders 💕💕 idk why I just do. That's all here

URANUS:

It says Ouranos which makes me think of Ouran highschool host club for some reason, I really would like a season 2. But it's funny cause I didn't know him and he seems pretty interesting though it seems like a minor role if he's the heavens personified that's some big stuff. He rules Uranus which rules Aquarius, possible talents and gifts could be (BLINDING LIGHTS IS PLAYING THIS IS GOOD UGHH I LOVE THIS SONG) alright back to it. Talents like, singing, clairaudience, intuitiveness, a love for curiosity and knowledge, liked skin and proportions, natural attraction, believable, natural leader when younger though maybe not as grown idk.

NEPTUNE:

Of course ruled by Poseidon. Idk why I still add the planets it's the thing above🤦🏽‍♀️ I just make this harder on myself. Neptune rules Pisces. Gifts and talents could be creativity, building, imagination, pull towards earth, swimming, attraction to people also (in a way that your looks capture people as Pisces is beautifully soft), strong senses of the eyes and ears, technology, either quiet or loud voice.

PLUTO:

The official one for Greeks is Hades, there was a name before called Plouton or Ploútōn another name for Hades. Pluto rules Scorpio, also guessed. Gifts and talents may be excelling in curricular concepts like philosophy, leadership (you guys can lead double lives but you're good rulers ngl kinda manipulative at them tho), you guys could probably background check me through connections with ppl lol, people confide in you often this is good cause I feel you feel loved by this, risk takers (Hades is kinda 'out of the circle' which leads to thoughts that Scorpios like to explore and be chaotic because of this at times they're finally free on earth), down to earth or way up high one way or another no in-between, natural ideas that people can't help but fall for, the ability to be unnoticed when wanted, stealthy, quick under pressure. you guys make this world more enjoyable over all there's not much ik you guys are just amazing to me for some reason.

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that's all there but more to add on are things like blood line theory, if you are a natural descendant of a god (not by literal blood just chosen exactly by them) then there's a chance your abilities will be stronger and you will make a more greater imprint on the world. Not all of these were used for good. They cna be used to any advantage.

I believe asteroids also have something to do with the gods so if you would like to hear something on that please ask!

All in all this post took about 2 hours and 30 mins or close which isn't bad. Sorry if anything was missed and please share your ideas on this I love hearing them!

Coming back to say I'm surprised Hera wasn't here I was looking forward to her

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fatgalfitness · 3 years

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I started an Instagram for #fatgalfitness, so I'm starting to push more of my posts there. I'll still keep the blog for some of the longer, deeper things. But it's nice to explore a new space to share this journey. Fatgal_fitness if you're interested. See below for the intro I gave tonight.

Hello friends, it's time for me to really welcome you to Fat Gal Fitness. This journey began back in 2013 when something finally clicked and I found myself ready to make changes. If I'm honest, it started as a goal to lose weight so I could stop hating myself so much. But as I lost weight, I found out there was so much more to it. I found myself in my journey.

From mid-2013 to early 2014, I lost 120 pounds. In 2015, I ran a half marathon, did a triathlon, and became a group fitness instructor. I started my masters in health studies. I started CrossFit, and figured out that public health is where I belong.

In 2015, I also developed a panic disorder that threatened to kill me. I got on medication, into therapy, and focused on not dying. I started to gain some of the weight back.

In 2016, I quit CrossFit, finished grad school, and moved away, thinking I could outrun the panic. I was wrong.

In 2017, I joined an urban missions program. That year was one of the hardest of my life, and I gained 40 pounds back. I still couldn't work out without panicking.

I stumbled out of that year, grateful and humbled by the experience, but still fighting so many of the same battles.

2018-2019-2020 brought glimpses of the old me. I moved to Indiana and fell in love with my job. I joined @revolution_fitnesscp and found a gym family. I became a certified fitness instructor and started coaching part time. I went through stints of finding the old me, but I couldn't get her to stay.

We are almost 4 weeks into 2021. And Theresa, finally, is back.

Fat Gal Fitness is the journey to find who I am through the lens of radically caring for myself. I lost 120 pounds. I gained back 80. I lost 40 again. I'm strong AF and learning that the numbers I care about are on the barbell, not the scale.

I'm sharing all of this because this journey isn't a straight line. It's messy and ugly and we fall off and fall back and sometimes it's just really hard.

I started my blog 8 years ago because I wanted accountability for myself. I kept it going when I realized other people were feeling the same things and a radical commitment to vulnerability can be life-changing.

#fatgalfitness #fitness #strongAF

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tybalt-tisk · 4 years

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..//little white lies

Shallura//Some Sort of Au.

Allura liked to think that she was the perfect girlfriend, but deep down in the back of her mind, she knew that she was far from it. She knew just how stubborn she could be if things don’t go exactly the way she planned for them to go in her head. She also knew how fast she could shut down when she was overwhelmed by work that was unfortunately combined with her own reluctance to reach out to simply ask for help.

She also knew how much of a liar she could be.

She tended to lie about small things, of course, because they were for her own protection - like a barrier between her vulnerability and the rest of the world in the guiltless form of a little white lie. But sometimes...sometimes every blue moon, she didn’t lie for her own security. She lied for his.

Tonight, he was more distant than she was used to. He answered each question every question tossed his way with only half of his attention, and when he did answer, it was in the form of a ramble on like he barely paid attention to his own statement.

She sat across from him on the couch with her feet tucked away under her. The cup of lukewarm hot chocolate in her hands was rapidly losing its appeal the longer she thought about it. Blue eyes were glued on the TV in front of her, but she still gave him her full attention without drowning him in it – an impressive balance that she’s come to master over their years together. He wasn’t the type to open up, and she wasn’t the type to probe until he did.

When another one of her open-ended statements is met without a response, her eyes finally drifted to him. Like her, he’s focused on the TV in front of him, but his mind was clearly somewhere else. Carefully, as if she didn’t want to startle him with her movements, she slowly walked away from the couch to stand in front of him. He doesn’t realize she’s standing in front of him until her voice filled his ears.

“I had a bad day, and I could really use a hug right now.”

...Another white lie couldn’t hurt.

He didn’t say a word, but his facial features softened into an expression that she can finally recognize as the exact same one she fell in love with. Wordlessly, his hand reached out to wrap around her wrist before she was gently pulled closer to him. Like a second home, she allowed herself to fall into him before she sank into his embrace. He sat back, letting the couch support his posture and the extra weight that was her in his lap.

Funny how she was the one who asked him for a hug, but yet here she was, doing most of the comforting. Long fingers carded through his inky hair like a soundless lullaby as he buried his face into her neck. It was like he didn’t know how much he needed this, needed her, until he completely surrendered himself to her. He could live the rest of his life like this and it still wouldn’t be enough. Seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes faded into what felt like hours. Whatever it was, he wanted more. She grounded him when nothing else could even come close.

She finally pulled away but stayed firmly seated. She looked over him, taking in his weary eyes before she planted a feathery kiss on the scar that adored the bridge of his nose.

“You feel better?”

He gave her boyish grin, a staple of his personality, and followed it a snort of a laugh. Strong arms tightened their grip around her middle. “I don’t know how you do that.”

“I do it only because you let me.”

He placed a hand under her chin and brought her lips closer to his. “And you’re the only one I’ll ever let close enough to do it.”

She smirked against his lips. “Somehow, I believe you.”

He gave her lips a quick peck. “You should,” he said after he pulled away. “I would never lie to you.”

She was happy that at least one of them could tell the truth.

~//.xXx.\\~ Here’s a quick, unbeta’d drabble to help me get back...in the mood. I haven’t written in a few months, and I actually miss it. And since the Shallura tag has been mighty dry, I decided to do something about it. This story has some sort of weird vibe at the end. Like, I didn’t mean for it to be sort of...angsty, but here it is. Angsty af.

#shallura #vld #allura #shiro #tybaltwrites #queued #amy get fucking ready!

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Chapter 8 - Little Pink Lines

Here’s where the story really gets fun, but I am sorry to say that posts might be a little more sporadic than usual because my life is about to get busy af and something might have to give. I will try my best to keep the updates coming at you though.

Once again I’m thanking @lovesmelikebrandnewstarlight for being the best beta I could ask for xx

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Chapter 7

Inbox (for validation and motivation )

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April 28th 2017

Two little pink lines. Shit.

This isn’t at all how Poppy imagined this moment, she was supposed to be married, and happy and living close to her family, and financially stable enough to take at least two years off work, so that she could be a mum. Instead, she was single, miserable and living on the opposite side of the world to her family. The only things keeping her sane were her job and Harry.

She was certain that it would come back negative, she’d known her entire adult life that getting pregnant would be almost impossible because of her condition and here she was, standing in the bathroom of her London flat, staring at a positive pregnancy test and she didn’t know how to feel. There was no way she could raise a baby on her own, but this was everything she’d ever wanted.

Poppy couldn’t believe she’d been so stupid; how could she have forgotten the condom that night with Danny? She wasn’t on the pill, she wasn’t supposed to be able to have children, but she always, always, used condoms. How could she have forgotten? She was drunk, and the thought never even crossed her mind, but Christ, how could she have been so stupid?

Again, two pink blue lines. She was pregnant.

Herr hands moved towards her stomach and the tears began streaming down her face. She didn’t know what to do next, no one ever tells you what to do next.

She leant her back against the counter, and slid down, resting her elbows on her knees and covered her eyes with her hands, she let herself go. Tears ran down her cheeks for what felt like hours and after letting herself cry for a while, she stood up and washed her face, drying her eyes and looking at herself in the mirror.

“You have to be strong Poppy Marie” she said to herself “You’re a mum now, you can’t break like this.”

She walked out of the bathroom, and into the kitchen, putting the kettle on to make a cup of tea while she searched for her phone. She found it under the magazine she was reading before she remembered that her period was late, and she dialled Harry’s number with no answer which made her throw her phone down on the counter, before pouring herself a tea. She sat down on the couch tea in hand and tried Harry again, and received the same pre-recorded voice message. Sighing loudly, she tried again, this time she left a voice message.

“Christ Harry, you’re the most sought-after man in the world right now and you won’t pick up your bloody phone when I need you” frustration was evident in her voice “Call me as soon as you get this please, I need you.”

A few hours past and there was still no word from Harry. She knew that he had meetings all day, and a rehearsal tonight, but she figured that he would have a chance to check his phone at least once throughout the afternoon. None of this felt real to right now, she needed to talk to someone, to tell them, before she could believe it herself.

The pasta was boiling over and she was about to burn the sauce when her phone buzzed, showing Harry’s face on the screen.

“Hi” she answered, stress and frustration evident in her voice

“Hey, sorry, I just got your message, everything ok?”

“No, maybe, I don’t know”

“Riiight” he said confused “What’s going on Pop?”

“A lot, I need to tell you something” she turned the stove off and frowned at her burnt dinner

“I’m all ears”

“Can you come over? Or are you busy?”

“I’ve just finished for the day, I’m on my way” she could hear him walking towards his car

“Can you bring food?”

She heard him giggle through the phone “Sure, what do you want?”

“Ummmm” she looked at the meal she had attempted to cook for herself “anything but pasta”

“Wagamamas?”

“Perfect, the usual pleaseee”

“Ok, I’ll see you soon” she heard him open his car door

“Byeeeeee” she said into the phone before she hung up.

***

Poppy was sitting on a stool at her kitchen bench, staring into blank space, with her hand on her belly. There couldn’t be a baby in there, could there? It was still so flat, there was not even the slightest indication that she was growing a tiny human inside of her, besides her late period. The doorbell rang, signalling Harry’s arrival, and tearing her out of her trance.

“ ‘s open” she yelled, still not bothered to move from her chair

“Hands are full love, can you let me in?”

She rolled her eyes and dragged herself over to the door, opening it and immediately heading back to her spot.

“Well hello to you too” Harry said, walking in with a box full of food

“Yeah Hi”

“Someone’s grumpy” he put the box on her counter and opened her cupboard, grabbing out two plates

“I burnt my dinner” she sighed, taking out the cutlery and handing him a set

“Ahh” he nodded “So you’re hangry”

Spooning the food into her plate, Poppy tried her best to act like hunger is all that was bothering her , but Harry saw straight through her.

“You seemed pretty upset in your voice message love, what was bothering you”

Poppy took a deep breath and put her fork down, wiping her face with a napkin “I’m….” She froze, staring into blank space again.

“Poppy” Harry put his fork down too, moving his chair closer to her and placing his hand over hers “whatever it is love, you can tell me”

She knew that, he’s been there for her since the day they met, he’s the only person she trusts enough to tell, but she just couldn’t get the words out. She took a deep breath, holding in the tears “Harry” she said, still not making eye contact with him “I’m pregnant”

Harry froze for a moment, letting the information sink in, puffing air out through his lips, making them vibrate, “Wasn’t expecting that” he admitted, placing his hand on her check “look at me love,” Poppy turned her face and her teary eyes looked into his “we’ll work this out” he stood so that he could wrap his arms around her body letting her sob into his chest, stroking her back and hushing until she calmed down. When she pulled away from his hug, he grabbed her hand and took her over to the couch, sitting her down and putting his arm around her again.

“Is it Danny’s?” he asked tentatively, after ten minutes of silence. She nodded, unable to form words. “What do you want to do Pop? You’ve got a choice here”

“I’m keeping it Harry” she said, a little offended that he would even suggest the alternative, knowing how much she always wanted this.

“Well then congratulations is in order” he rubbed his hand up and down her shoulder trying to comfort her “You’re going to be a mum Poppy, it’s what you’ve always wanted”

A smile stretched across her face, hearing Harry say it finally made it feel real, placing her hand on her lower belly she repeated what Harry just said “I’m going to be a mum.”

“Better make me god father” Harry said, placing his hand over hers

“Couldn’t think of someone better H” letting out a deep sigh, she hopped up off the couch and grabbed both their plates off the counter, “Mumma’s gotta eat” she giggled.

They spent the next few hours talking about the baby and Harry’s plans for the next few months. The meetings he had today were about his tour that he was about to announce. His album comes out in a few weeks and his schedule was hectic for the rest of the year, but he assured her that he would be there for her, for the entire pregnancy, he was going to be away, but for no longer than a month at a time and he would always be just a phone call away.

It was getting late and Poppy’s eyes were getting heavy when Harry got up started to clean up after dinner. “Stay here tonight H?”

“Wouldn’t want to stay anywhere else” he said looking at the still full box of food “I may have ordered too much”

“That’s ok, It won’t go to waste” she said, putting the containers in the fridge.

Once all the food was away and their plates were in the dishwasher, Poppy started to get ready for bed, taking a shower and cleaning her teeth while Harry searched her room for the spare boxers he kept in the flat for nights like these when he stayed without planning on it. There wasn’t much room in the flat, so whenever Harry stayed they shared a bed, he was too tall for the couch and there was no way he was sleeping on the floor. As they both got into bed, Harry looked at her sternly. “You have to tell him you know” he said, referring to Danny.

“I know” Poppy sighed “I don’t want him involved though”

“He’s a good guy Pop”

“I didn’t get that vibe” she confessed “He was kind of a dick”

Harry turned his head on the pillow to look at her “I know this is none of my business, but did you use a condom?”

She shook her head “It was over so quickly, the thought never even crossed my mind” she reached over to switch the lamp off “dude didn’t even last a minute”

Harry let a slight chuckle “He still deserves to know”

“I know, but I’m going to need his number” she laughed

“Don’t know that I have it” Harry admitted, “But we’ll get it somehow”

“You predicted the future H” she said, through a yawn

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused

“Kiwi.”

He laughed, “I guess I did” he said through laughter “I’m sorry love”

They both giggled together at the irony of the situation, making jokes about the song and Danny.

“There’s no way you were working your way through a cheap pack of cigarettes that night” he giggled

“I might have been, you were too busy with Ali to notice”

He grabbed the pillow out from under his head, playfully hitting her torso with it “excuse me, it was my launch party, I should have been the one getting laid that night”

Poppy gasped sarcastically, “I stole your thunder” she giggled

“YOU’RE HAVING HIS BABY” he sang at the top of his lungs to the tune of kiwi, laughing as he sang.

“IT’S NONE OF HIS BUSINESS” she joined him, not sounding nearly as good as he did, but it helped, there was something about lying next to harry, screaming at the top of her lungs, that made all the stress and worry go away, even if it was just for five minutes.

Eventually, they both drifted off to sleep, calling it a night after singing Kiwi for the third time. When they woke up the next morning, her throat was scratchy from all the screaming and she felt a little nauseous, she wasn’t sure if it was morning sickness or nerves, but there was no way she could keep any food down.

The next morning, Harry tracked down Danny’s number for you and Poppy sent him a text:

“Hi Danny, it’s Poppy from a couple of weeks ago, you probably don’t remember me, but I need to talk to you, coffee at 10?

Ten anxious minutes later, her phone buzzed on the coffee table with a reply

“I remember you Poppy, couldn’t stay away huh? 10am at coffee lab?”

Poppy rolled her eyes and threw her phone to Harry when she read his reply “Why did you ever set me up with this knobhead H?

“Christ” he sighed “Maybe stop taking my advice yeah?”

“It’s a bit late for that now, come with me? I don’t think I can do this alone”

He nodded, biting into his banana, “I’ll come with, but I’ll sit at another table until you need me”

She agreed that it would be weird for Harry to tell him with her , but she definitely needed the support, she didn’t know how to tell him that she was pregnant with his child and she certainly didn’t know how to tell him that she didn’t want or need him to have anything to do with it.

Poppy got ready slowly that morning, trying her best to post pone the inevitable. It was ten to ten by the time she was ready to leave the house and it was a twenty-minute drive to Coffee Lab, so she was running late and she’d hoped that Danny had somewhere to be by 11 so the meeting would be short and sweet. Or not so sweet, but definitely short.

Poppy and Harry walked in the door, side by side, and spotted Danny immediately. Harry ducked away and sat at the empty table a few feet away from Poppy, still within earshot, if she needed him.

“Hi” she said shyly as she sat down opposite Danny. He leant across the table and placed a kiss on her cheek. She shied away from the kiss and overheard Harry scoffing at his table, clearly annoyed by Danny’s to greeting.

“It’s good to see you again Poppy, surprised you stayed away this long” he said confidently, and she laughed nervously “I ordered you a cappuccino, hope that’s ok”

“I don’t drink coffee, but that’s ok”

“Oh” he said, taken a back, “Sorry. So why did you need to see me urgently?”

Poppy took a deep breath and tried to transport herself back to last night, when she was telling Harry. She was nervous then, but nothing like this. She looked over at Harry, who was watching her, waiting for his cue. “Danny” she breathed “I’m pregnant.” He didn’t say anything but, all the colour had drained from his face, so she kept talking, thinking that it would be easier if he didn’t respond. “I don’t want you to be involved, it was one night, it doesn’t have to ruin your entire life.”

The colour returned to his face, “Good.” He said flatly “don’t be hitting me up for child support in 5 years when you’re broke and alone”

“I wouldn’t do that” she said quietly

“No, because you’ll have that rich boy toy over there to pay you to go down on him” with that Harry stood up and made his way over to the table, nostrils flaring. He grabbed her hand and helped her up.

“Don’t you dare talk to her like that” he said quietly, trying not to make a scene “this is your loss mate, not hers. Don’t expect to be hearing from either of us again, next time you need work, I won’t be helping you out”

They both left the café and walked straight to Harry’s car, neither of them spoke a word to each other, for the entirety of the car trip, it took until they made it back inside the flat for someone to open their mouth.

“Thank you” Poppy said, closing the door behind her

“I can’t believe I have to pay the knob” he said shaking his head

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May 5th 2017

Harry stayed by Poppy’s side for the next few days, leaving her only once to go home and get some clean clothes. She knew this wouldn’t last though, his album came out in a week and he had a week-long residency on The Late Late Show, which meant he would need to be in L.A.

Poppy’s head hovered over the toilet bowl, staring at what was once the contents of her stomach, taking deep breaths hoping that she wouldn’t vomit again. Harry stood outside the door, waiting for her to come out, he heard the toilet flush and she opened the door, looking pale and sweaty.

“Poppy, I know this is just morning sickness, but I really think you need to make a doctor’s appointment, make sure everything’s ok with you and the baby”

“I’m scared H”

He looked at her, a look of concern on his face “I’ll come with you” he reached his hands out and brought her in for a hug “I’ll even book the appointment for you”

“Fine” she said, pulling away from the hug and rushing back to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her

Harry booked the appointment for that afternoon, because he knew they were both free. Since finding out she was pregnant Poppy decided to drop her work load to 4 days a week, but she’d promised big boss Ben that’d she’d always be within reach and doing what needed to be done from home.

Poppy was no stranger to doctor’s offices, having an array of minor medical issues her entire life, she’d spent her fair share of time in doctors waiting rooms, but they still made her nervous. Harry sat next her, trying to calm her down by pointing out the ridiculous articles in the tabloid magazines that littered the table next to him.

“Poppy Thomas” the doctor walked out of his office. They both stood and walked towards him, taking their seats again once they were in his office. Poppy has been seeing the same doctor since she moved to the UK, so he understood most of her medical history pretty well, but not as well as her doctor back in Australia.

“What can I do for you today Poppy”

“I’m pregnant” she said without hesitation, it had been a week since she found out and it finally felt real

“Congratulations” the doctor nodded “This must be Dad then?” he said looking at Harry. They both looked at each other and laughed

“No” Poppy said, “Dad’s not in the picture, Harry’s just here for support, he’s a strong contender for God Father”

The doctor laughed “Well, I hope you’re successful then”

“I’ve already been offered the position” Harry laughed with him

“Wonderful” the doctor said turning towards Poppy “Now Poppy, we’ll need to do some blood work to confirm, but with your condition we’ll need to keep a close eye on you in the first 12 weeks, pregnancies like these are considered high risk, so I’d like to get you in for a scan with the early pregnancy unit, as soon as we can.” She nodded along, grabbing onto Harry’s hand “When was your last period?”

She thought back to before the release party “around St Patrick Day”

“And when did you last have sex?” She felt Harry’s grip tighten on her hand

“April 7th”

“That puts you at roughly four weeks pregnant, and the earliest you can have a scan is 6 weeks, so we’ll schedule that in for two weeks’ time.”

“Sounds good” she nodded nervously

“In the meantime, I don’t want you to worry about this, just take it easy, and you need to be taking prenatal vitamins”

“That’s what I wanted to ask, which brand is best?”

“I don’t keep up with brands, but I recommend any that are high in folic acid and, in your case, with your history of Thyroid trouble, I would suggest one that is high in iodine as well.”

Poppy turned to Harry, who had his phone out writing down what the doctor just said, “Did you get that H?”

“Yeah” he squeezed her hand

“Alright”, the doctor said, “that’s about all I can do this visit, come back in a few days once we get the blood work back and we’ll go through everything again”

“Thank you” both you and Harry said in unison, standing up to leave. She left the room and waited another ten minutes for the nurse to call her in for her blood test. After that, they left the doctors surgery, full of anxiety about the pregnancy. Poppy knew that getting pregnant would be hard, but she’d always assumed that if it happened, it would be like any other. For the rest of the afternoon, Harry remained close to her, not directly asking her about what the doctor had said, but making sure that she was ok.

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workingonit-currently · 5 years

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Part 5?

Dreaming is something most people do. Even if you think you dream of appsalute darkness as you sleep and see nothing, that apparrently means you are still dreaming but your mind is not retaining that memory. That's the strange thing. We as humans have not mastered control over our own body, at least not yet. It's strange as it works on it's own, not needing us.

Damien himself believes that he does not dream. He believes that it is a curse he carries, to never dream means to never be excited for a new day which means to never be as he was. His dreams stopped the night Shayne died, at first Damien couldn't understand why but upon waking up that morning and seeing his mother crying, being told of Shayne's death he understood. He just can't have happiness without Shayne.

Damien has experianced nothing in his sleep for years now, nothing but darkness. Tonight is different as he drifts off, still lying next to Wes as his eyes fall heavy. The world fades around him and his perception on reality fades, blackness taking over like usual as he sleeps. But as Damien fades into the blackness he finds blurred colour refocusing infront of him. Finding himself staring at his feet in a green dew-filled field.

Looking around causiously Damien sees something he never thought he would again, a blond haired boy with a bright smile and strong everything. He's sitting opposite Damien and their feet are touching, the golden boy smiling at Damien, with a chip in his toothy smile.

"What's up Dame? You seem sad?" The boy asks and stops smiling but still reatins the seemingly natural cheer to his apperance, looking at Damien kindly.

Damien finds it hard to speak, his throat dry and nonexistant. He's looking at a young, beautiful and alive Shayne. Shayne is sitting right infront of him and their feet are touching.

"I'm not sad Shayne. I'm just wet." Damien finds himself saying instead of the heart-felt speech he was planning, and is confused.

"Really?" Shayne asks, tilting his head slightly and pouting, the light making his hair shiny and perfect in Damiens eyes. Now he remembers this, this is a memory. This was the day Damien finally opened up a bit more to Shayne after many weeks of failed attempts from Shayne to break through his shell.

"Yeah. Did you know there's about twenty or more deadly viruses tou can get by getting wet? It's scary Shayne." Young Damien explains, Damien having forgotten how much he would wear his nerdyness on his sleeve when he was younger, good for him.

"Relax Dame! You're with me! I won't let any viruses attack you!" Shayne announces and stands up in a protective pose to defend Damien, his back to the boy.

"Please stop using that nickname, it's embarassing. And viruses aren't something you can physically fight Shayne, they're-" Young Damien laughs with a wide smile af Shayne as he readies himself fora fight, Damien beginning to explain viruses to a very unaware Shayne.

"Oh sorry, what was that!? I'm too busy beating up these viruses to listen right now." Shayne intrupts as he starts kicking and punching the air, doing a suprisingly good job at fighting the invisable viruses in his head.

Despite his need to be smart and reserved young Damien smiles up at Shayne, admiring his new friends dedication to fighting off fake viruses. Damien also remembers this didn't actually help at all because despite Shaynes sick moves both he and Damien came down with a nasty cold a few days later and were scolded for their recklessness.

"You know Shayne, I think you got them all. Come sit with me." Young Damien speaks up as he pats the wet ground beside him, opening his shell a tiny bit. Shayne stops fighting the air and turns causiously to sit by him, already knowing at that point Damiens dislike to personal contact and not wanting to overstep the boundry.

"So Shayne, you've been trying to break through my shell for...five weeks?" Damien states and Shayne nods, despite being young he has taken the time to record how long he's been trying to make this dark haired introvert his friend.

"And you've succeeded. Shayne Topp, you are officaially knighted as my friend." Damien announces and pretends to knight Shayne who is beaming.

"Yes! Now we can officially go on boat rides and climb trees and sleep over each others houses and-" Shayne jumps up and starts loudly rambling, glancing back and seeing young Damiens grimice at all those things.

"Or we could just go over your house?" Shayne calmly states as another option and sees young Damien smile this time, making Shayne smile as well. He had a habit for always following others facial expressions.

"Yeah. That would be nice." Young Damien states as he sits back fown on the wet grass and looks up at Shayne who is carefully positioning himself to block the sun from Damiens eyes. He really was the best friend.

"Hey Shayne, I'm sorry." Young Damien suddenly states and for once Damien agrees with his words. Shayne stops positioning himself and looks down at Damien.

"What for buddy?" He asks with a wide toothy smile again, the chip still in his tooth. Damien was later told after this evdnt took place that he got it falling off a tree and landing jaw first but Shayne's dad told him he got it because he accidently punched himself in the face to hard as a toddler so Damien doesn't know what to believe but Shayne got it fixed as he became a teenager.

"Me. In general I've been a very bad friend. You've been doing all this stuff for me like inviting me over your house and when I refuse you ask me to go play on the field close to my house and you compliment me and it's just....I don't deserve this." Young Damien explains his feels and looks at the dew-filled grass, admiring how the light is refracted inside the subtle raindrops on the grass.

"You're not a bad friend Dame, even I can tell that and I've only officially your friend for a few minutes. You've just got a shell. I bet once I manage to get inside that shell with you, you'll be just as amazing as me!"

Young Damien smirks and raises and eyebrow, liking Shayne's never-endjng confidence, support and fake ego.

"See! Look, you're already starting to open up more! You've very expressive with your face you know." Shayne notes and sits down next to him, young Damien staring forward and ignoring Shaynes presence. He's to focused on what Shayne just said, in his own world.

They sit silently for a moment, Shayne's bright toothy smile slowly decreasing in soze as young Damien stares ahead, unblinking.

"Da-"

"Shayne! I will be just like you! I'll be confident and funny and strong! You'll see!" Damien announces loudly as he suddenly stands up and faces the sitting-down Shayne, determination on his face as he clenches his fists. Shayne sits there, stopped in his tracks by this sudden announcement, suprise and confusion on his face as he fails to respond.

"Well you'll have a lot of work to do then, I'm pretty awesome." Shayne casually brags, regaining his confidence as he stands up and smirks, underneath proud of the introert infront of him.

"Shake on it?" Young Damien asks as he hold out his hand for Shayne, not daunted or changed by Shaynes words. Shayne stares at the hand of his friend, eyebrows tightly knitted together in thought.

"What?"

"Shake on the fact that no matter what we'll be friends and you'll keep getting stronger and funnier so I can keep beating you?" Damien explains, his face still determined and unchanging as he stares in Shaynes eyes with an intense fire.

"You can try." Shayne teases as he takes Damien's hand in his and shakes it with a strong grip. That was the moment. The moment Damien and Shayne truely became best friends, a few minutes after becoming official friends, with the evening sun shining behind them, making Shayne's hair shine and Damien's eyes sparkle with determination and fire.

"Officer Boze, reporting." Boze clearly speaks as she sits on the side of her bed, placing the phone down on the floor because she can't be bothered to hold it in her hands.

"What the actual Fuck is wrong with you Officer!? Why could you not repirt sooner?" A voice shouts through Boze's phone, making Boze flinch and close her eyes at the harsh voice. She knew the Captain would be angry, just not this angry.

"Sorry Chief, I was deep undercover. Nothing to report so far, just chasing some leads." Boze carries on with her report despite physically feeling the instense rage of her superior through the phone.

"You better! Otherwise I'm pulling you out and putting Officer Corn and his partner on this case!" Mari warns, lowering her volume slightly but still keeping a harsh tone. Boze grits her teeth at the mention of Officer Corn, she knew she would get lip off Mari for nothing so far but she never thought Mari would be willing to put Corn on the case and pull her.

"Hold on, aren't Officer Corn and Co on a bombing mission?" Boxe enquires, remembering Corn's teasing as he waved his briefing in her face.

"Yes. They completed it. Unlike you, they actually do their job efficently! Now get something for me or the next time you hear me will be more personal!" Mari instructs and threatens through the phone before ending the call, Boze finally letting out a breath she was holding. Running a hand through her hair and pickinh up the phone Boze feels stressed, pressure being put on her by Mari along with this stupid school's stress is making her very shaken. That could have gone better...

Boze sighs as she lies down on the bed and calls the new number in her phone. Waiting patiently as it rings.

"Hello?" A voice answers and Boze cuts tight to the point, not caring any more about gaining trust and taking things slow.

"You, me, Damien, in school all day. Be there or regret it."

"Huh? But...Damien never comes in-" The person starts, having figured out who was calling them and not caring enough to ask why.

"Just find a way. I need you to!" Boze pouts and hears a sigh on the other dnd before silence.

"Okay. Just know that you owe me Boze. Damien is NOT going to be happy..." The person mutters before ending the call, leaving Boze to smile slightly at the success of her conversation. Maybe this IS the way to do things...

"What!?" Damien shours as Wes stands over him, he was just shaken awake from the best dream he can ever remember so Damien can't help but be angry.

Without saying a word Wes hold up a dark blue hoodie with a silver badge and blue D on it, presenting it to Damien as he tries to wake-up properly. As soon as he does though Damien shoves the hoodie away, sneering at Wes as he gets up and puts on his boots.

"What's up!? I am NEVER going to wear that!" Damien states as Wes puts an arm in his way to block him before shoving the hoodie back in his face.

"Awww! Come on Tall-Dark-and-Emo! I thought it'd be fun! You, me, Boze, taking on the school!" Wes teases and shimmies as he smiles like a child, staring at Damien with pleading eyes until he cracks.

"No! I swear that I will never wear that again! There is no way you can make me." Damien casually teases as he crosses his arms and slips under Wes's.

"I can't believe you..." Damien pouts as he mutters, tugging at the hood of his hoodie as he walks the schools halls with Wes, going to meet Boze in the science lab. Wesley somehow managed to convince him to wear the hoodie and come into school but Damien still feels uncomfortable despite the Leader badge pinned to his chest.

"Couldn't you just, I don't know...Tell Boze to meet US instead of forcing me to walk all the way to science?" Damien asks, glancing up at a very smug looking Wes who struts down the hall.

"And miss out on the great and lazy Damien actually doing some exercise and being uncomfortable? Nope!" Wes teases, recieving a very heated glare from his shorter friend with brown hair. Damien is not unfit, anyone close to him knows this but he does like to wear baggy or layered clothes to hide his figure, himself not being satisfied with it.

Wes knows Damien is actually very attractive, any person would be happy to date him or be at the revieving end of his love but what he feels towards Damien is big-brotherly love, seeing Damien as nothing more than an edgy younger brother.

"You do...You don't like me...right?" Wes asks plainly as they walk, breaking the small silence in their conversation and refering to their talk last night, side-eyeing Damien as he splutters and jumps.

"What! No!" Damien accidently shouts as he's caught off guard, stopping his movement as he turns to face Wes, ignoring the attention he's drawn for once, "Dude! I literally like no one here so no worries, I'm not just going to suddenly get a major crush on you. I see you as a cool friend, that's not going to change."

Wes breathes a sigh of relief, not knowing what he would have done if Damien did have a crush on him. He loves Damien and all but he's 87% straight and that remaining percent is reserved for somebody else. He also couldn't bare the thought of breaking his friends heart, he knows he's had enough heartbreak to last a life time.

"We cool?" Wes asks as they begin walking again, nervously looking at Damien's eyes.

"Cool." Damien confirms as he turns slightly and puts his thumbs up before walking on again.

"Wes!" A little demon by the name of Boze screams as she shoots towards him at the speed of light and jumps on him, not caring if she knocks him over.

"Boze..." Wes greets as he pats Boze's back and tries to place her fown slowly, lowering hus chest towards the floor so she can jump down. He is very aware of the attention Boze has drawn and sees how fidgety it's making Damien.

"C-can we go?" Damien whispers as he looks around, avoiding eyes but knowing people are staring as he can feel their gazes pressing against him like bugs all over his body. This is a contributing factor to why he hates going into school, that and the fact that he's smart enough to learn all the things they teach here in his own time.

Wes casually nods as Boze jumps down, grabbing Damiens arm suddenly and walking towards the lunch hall. Unsuprisingly it took a long time to convince Damien to get into his hoodie and even longer to locate Bize so time has marched on and lunch is approaching faster than a bus.

"What is your problem!?" Damien asks with a slight knife edge to his words as he glares at Boze who is laughing at him and his lunch of milk, Soka and chocolate. Apparently she thinks it's not a 'healthy' lunch and has the right to judge Damien on what he puts in his body.

"Nothing..." Boze managed to wheeze out as she slaps the table and tries to stop laughing to catch her breath. Damien does not find this amusing at all, glaring at her even harder as Wes smiles like the sun-ray he is.

"Awww! This is adorable! We should get a picture!" Wes announces as he takes out his phone and goes to place it above them but Damien grabs it out of his hand and throws it into the nearest bin.

"What!" Bize stops laughing and stares at Damien and then the bin, looking betwern them in confusion and consern while Wes takes out another phone from his back pocket, sipping Damiens milk as he does.

"He doesn't like getting his picture taken, you get use to it." Wes statds with a shrug as Boxe turns to him with her mouth open and wide eyes. He's had to learn the hard way to always keep a spare phone on him when in the company of Damien.

"Really! You're okay with this?" Boze honestly asks and Wes nods, sipping on Damiens drink again and making Boze monentarily confused.

"Well I'm not! Damien! Give Wes your phone, we're going to have a picture one way or another!" Boze orders, holding out Wes's hand as she death-glares Damien who eventually sighs before handing his phone over to Wes, giving in to Boze's stupid intimidation not because he was intimidated but because he thought she might physically fight him if not and that wouldn't end well.

Wes smirks as he unlocks Damiens phone and holds it up to take a picture, only then does Damien notice his reflection.

"Wes! I swear to god!" Damien shouts as he looks at his phone, not liking what he sees looking back at him. It seems Wes actually had a reason for really wanting Damien to come with him today and take a selfie now. Wes had, while he slept, expertly put eyeliner on Damien. Which makes Damien question if he's applied eyeliner before.

"What!? You look cute!" Wes argues and Damien disagrees. He thinks he looks emo, the bags under his eyes and the eyeliner that just happens to flick up slightly and the end make him look very hot....I mean emo.

"Guy-liner!" Boze teases, trying to break the tension.

"I hate you both." Damien mutters as the two idiots either side of him high-five and laugh while he's in emotional and physical pain, wondering who he ever agreed to befriend them.

#anime au #damien haas #smosh #random #smosh games #smosh squad #smosh fandom #smosh damien #anime #au #Au #wesley johnson #wes #boze

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lovesickjoon · 6 years

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gelid - 01

pairing: taehyung/reader

rating: sfw

desc.: reader is a hunter who, while on a hunt, finds a bit more than she asks for. she meets a faerie named taehyung and he promises to heal her. ;)

genre: faerie!taehyung, human!reader, paranormal/supernatural au

words: 5.1k (roughly)

warning: swearing, future smut, violence (its pretty minor tbh)

notes: hi. yes, this is my first /reader fic. this is unedited and rushed a bit towards the end. hhh im not the best af this whole plot stuff lmfao. so like.. this is essentially minor plot w eventual smut. (tbh theres probably gonna be only one or two other parts after this?)

part one | part two | part three

Working for Owlaid, it was your job to think ahead and act as quickly as possible. Your work required you to be prepared, on guard, and always ready to use your wits against your opponent. Initially, accepting this position was something you had never dreamed you would do. It was considerably terrifying at first, too.

At first? That was a blatant lie. Frankly, you almost shit your pants throughout most of the cases you worked. To be fair, if you weren’t frightened while working for Owlaid, you were either the janitor or not afraid of death.

You, now, couldn't imagine yourself not taking on this job.

Catching monsters, simply doing your job, had become a way to cope.

For the longest time, you felt trapped. With your ex, there was no other option, no other choice. His way or no other way. He was the puppeteer and you were the puppet. During the opening act of the puppet show, the sky was a bright hue of blue, and the birds were singing as they flew past. In the course of the main act, the scenery changed and a storm began to roll into the picture. You learned you were not the only puppet to have been handled by the puppeteer. In the final act, you had managed to break the strings connected to the puppet master and outsmart him. You began to fall, not remembering how to live without being controlled, but Owlaid was there to catch you.

You finally had options.

Well. That was another lie-

You definitely were on a leash.

For the most part, you were free. Freer than you had ever been.

You were also incredibly lonely.

You had a roof over your head, clothes on your back, food in your mouth, and money in your pockets. You had everything but a social life. One point the company had made clear was that they would not allow was any kind of outside relationships or friendships. You could not speak to your family or friends outside of Owlaid without consent from your boss. When you were finally allowed to speak to them, it had to be recorded and under surveillance. Owlaid permitted you to have a friendship with those who work in the Owlaid building with you, but usually, everyone was too busy to concern themselves with you.

Why was Owlaid taking all of these precautions?

Owlaid is an international company that was founded in the 1700s.

During this time period, supernatural beings outnumbered the humans. Humans were used, snacked on, and tossed to the side. As the human population grew rapidly bigger, riots began to take place. Groups began to form against the corrupt creatures. Owlaid was one of the groups. Owlaid ended up securing themselves and is now one of the few remaining groups from that time period.

During the 1800s, things had changed for the better. The bonds between the humans and paranormals had been mended enough to let the paranormals take jobs in the company.

The incident happened so, so much longer after that. 1947 rolls around and there are always bad apples. For the most part, everyone is getting along. Things go down and one of those bad apples make its way into the Owlaid building. A human man had met a woman outside of work and slowly they became friends and eventually lovers. She was a siren, half-bird, and half-woman. She seduced him and lured him into letting her friends enter the company.

The building was set on fire and every ounce of paperwork was damaged. Those who were working that night were slain or burned alive.

That’s why you were only permitted to speak to those who were sworn to Owlaid.

Recently, your feelings toward your job had changed.

You wanted out. It was no longer something you needed to distract.

Yet, here you are hiking up an empty trail in the middle of the night. Job after job had been coming up out of nowhere tonight. After you finished one, you were assigned another.

You never supposed you would be advancing up a deserted hiking trail at two in the morning, in search of a beast that could shred you apart in moments.

A ‘hunt’ would be a better term for what you were doing, not hiking. The moon was shining brightly, illuminating the path you stepped upon. At times, the trees were dense enough to cause the stars and moon to vanish. You had a lantern and even a headband with a light, but the gleaming moon made you feel it was unnecessary to have either. The air nipped at your nose and brushed through your hair. Your eyes kept drifting up to the sky to stare. Even though you knew you should be watching your step, you couldn't refrain from gazing upwards.

The only times you were let out of the Owlaid building was for a case, and most of your work took place in the mornings or afternoon. It was a rare occurrence to get to see the dazzling night sky.

Not only did you have to be prudent about where you moved, you had to keep an eye out for what was lurking in the darkness.

You were not here for the scenery, but for the hellhound that was ripping people to bits.

Strapped to your side, you had all the necessities: taser, tranquilizing gun, etc.

You were still unsure of why they sent you, a human, for this particular case. When hellhounds are moving fast enough, humans cannot detect them. A vampire or even a werewolf would have had a much easier time with this hunt. You assumed it had something to do with the fact that job after job kept showing up. Either Owlaid had a few employees get slaughtered or there had been a random outbreak of creatures. Owlaid may not have had anyone else to send.

The only movement was the trees melding to the way the wind was blowing and a bird startling in a tree.

You feel a tinge of relief flood into your veins as a camping ground came into view. As you moved closer to it, you could see that it was completely abandoned. The newspapers were presumably warning against going camping, which would justify why no tents were set up or a fire dwindling down.

You scanned the area and paused to listen before strolling towards the center of the campground.

The campsite was a massive circle of grass, with two small trails paved through it and a picnic table. In the very middle of the area, a sign was planted. You approached the sign and read about the two paths. One path would take your further in and to a scenic view. The other would loop you around to the area you had gotten dropped off at.

Another thing about your job that pissed you off?

You were dropped off, usually by a witch’s touch. It never failed to make you nauseated.

You stole one last glance at the sign and assumed it would be beneficial to explore further. You wouldn't get paid if you came home empty-handed. You crinkled your nose as a strong gust of wind slapped you in the face. The musty scent is peculiarly familiar and your pulse quickened. Acting on instinct, you linger, unmoving, but study the forest. A shadowy figure is standing on the route that leads further into the woods. You hesitated, anticipating it to make the first move. You felt like you were having a staring competition and the grand question was, who would break their gaze first? You suspected your headlamp was blinding the red-eyed shadow creature.

Your gut was informing you that this was certainly the hellhound you were searching for.

Was there another one? Two more? Three?

That question was the most troublesome among the numerous amount of others that were popping up in your mind.

You softly took a step forward and kept the light focused on it. It’s breathing was harsh and could be seen in the air as huge fog clouds. Hellhounds had remarkably sensitive hearing, and when you stepped on a pile of loose pebbles, you knew you were fucked.

You scrambled backward but discovered you couldn’t move back any further. You twisted your head around to see nothing blocking your path. You pressed again, trying to step back.

As your head turned back, attempting to understand what was wrong, the light that was blinding the beast moved with your head. It’s black, gnarly fur vanished into thin air and you knew it was coming.

You yanked your taser out of your pocket and lifted your arm to point it at the beast, however by that time it had tackled you. You swung one arm over your face and aimed the best you could at the hound with your other. You hit the switch on the taser and the beast let out a cry. It didn’t seem to faze or affect him much, he only now seemed more anxious to end you. He snarled and he latched onto your arm, sinking his razor sharp teeth into your flesh. You raised your feet from below and repeatedly slammed them into the monster.

The monster unhooked his teeth from your arm and dived for your face, determined on ripping you apart.

Naturally, your eyes closed as his teeth neared.

A yelp.

Followed by a thud.

The hellhounds pressure was lifted off of your chest. Your eyes pop open and you seek the source of the noise.

The tree is unevenly split into two sections and glowing. The hellhound lies at the base of the tree, motionless. Adrenaline was rushing through you and with your unharmed arm, you lifted yourself up from the grass.

Your headlamp had tumbled off during the conflict. You had likewise dropped your lantern when the hound had pounced on you. You left the electric lantern, which appeared to have lost the battery, untouched.

Your attention shifted to the tree when it cracked and the two halves sunk into the earth, absorbing the hellhound with it.

You reached for the headband, pointing the light towards the base of the tree that no longer was there, right where the hellhound had been lying. The grass was growing back over the area rapidly. The land was fixing itself, changing back to its undamaged state. You let the light travel along the edge of the forest and jumped when a slender figure stepped towards you.

A ‘tsk’-ing sound surrounded you, everywhere but nowhere all at once.

“Oh, my. You’ve been hurt quite badly, dear.”

You rapidly survey the area around you, finding no source of the sound.

A silvery laugh rings around you, “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. I only want to help you.”

You pivot and cry out when you bump your arm accidentally. You flail around with only one arm, in attempt to stand up. You nearly make it to your knees but end up crashing down, a fragment of pain spreading throughout you.

“Show yourself,” you command.

“I’m right here.”

You're stunned by his beauty, inhaling sharply upon looking at him. In his palm was a white flame, the source of the light that had his features irradiated.

He began to move, sauntering around you cautiously. You could feel his eyes raking over every inch of you. “I had a feeling something had gotten trapped in my ring. I just didn’t know it would be something so cute.”

Knowing that any signs of distress could give the enemy an advantage, you put on a brave face. “What are you?” you hissed the words and your eyes narrowed.

“I’m a Fae, shouldn’t you know that, little huntress?”

You gulped, faeries were rare creatures. Intelligent and very powerful. The only way to control them is with their full first name. Beautiful creatures, commonly confused with fairies. The most obvious and well-known difference between a fairy and faerie was the size. Faeries and fairies are both playful creatures, but faeries stand at the size of an average individual. Owlaid never taught their employees about Fae’s, because they were extremely rare and often stayed in the shadows. No jobs ever came up when it came to Faeries.

You knew that Faeries could only be taken down with silver, just like with werewolves.

“What’s your name?”

He bends over to gaze at you closer, “You can call me Tae.”

A feeling inside told you not to even try, that it was pointless.

“Tae, take me to the Owlaid building.”

“Ah, so I was correct in guessing you are a huntress. Did you really think I would give you my full name? Don’t try to play tricks on me, honey.” Tae paused, “--or you’ll end up upsetting me.”

The pet name spurred you to scrunch up your nose in minor disgust. You went silent again, trying to formulate a plan to escape. The rush of adrenaline was starting to fade and the sting in your arm was growing worse as each moment passed. You eyed the ground, now seeing what was known as a ‘fairy ring’. From what little you knew, they were traps, often made of plants or other materials. Tae’s happened to be out of smooth stones. When the ring is created, a transparent border blocks everything from escaping the ring.

It’s what you had collided with while striving to escape the hound.

You jerked in surprise when Taehyung stretched his hand towards you and lifted up your chin. “I can make the pain go away, just come with me until you’re healed.”

You instantly shook your head, refusing his offer. His touch was incredibly warm, almost to the point of being too hot, but not quite reaching that level yet. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

“You’re so cold. Aren’t you tired of being cold and alone? Being empty?” Taehyung’s eyes are pools of ebony, beckoning you to dive in.

“Let me assist you, come with me. When you’re healed I’ll take you home, I promise.”

You shook your head again.

But what was stopping you?

The words slipped from your lips before you could stop them from leaving. His lips curled into a smirk and he hunches down to wrap an arm around your waist. He raises you to your feet with ease, and the pain becomes more intense. The mystery man departs his hand from your waist to wrap his fingers around your good wrist tenderly. You relocated your hand to his hand and grabbed on tightly. You weren’t sure how traveling through the Faerie paths operated, but you did know letting go of whoever leads you would be a massive mistake. From beside you, you heard him murmur for you to close your eyes.

You raised your eyebrows but did so without question.

In the center of the camping grounds, a doorway of light had appeared. You kept your eyes tightly clamped shut, slightly afraid to open them.

The smirk never dropped as he tugged you into the doorway.

Tae remained to your left, guiding you. When the brightness you saw through your closed eyes somewhat faded, you let yourself take a glimpse of the path with one eye. Faerie traveling vs. witch traveling was nothing alike. A gasp left your lips when you examined the space around you. You unintentionally clutched his hand tighter, becoming slightly anxious. The floor and walls were not walls or floors. It was all just... white. Hospital white. With witches, usually they’d tap you, you'd feel sick to your stomach, and you’d blink and be at where you needed to go. This, somehow, made you feel even more nauseous than when you traveled with witches. You were in too deep to back out now, you had to commit. You closed your eyes again and blindly let him lead you. You put one foot in front of the other and did your best.

And then it was open, the air around you changed from warm, to cold.

Not subzero levels, but definitely on the frigid side.

The light was much softer here, and you cracked open your eyes to peak again. The light was emanating from a source that you could not see. The walls could be described as pale, solid, and made of a blue rock. The first thing you noticed was the lack of windows and the very obvious missing door. Luxurious furniture was placed at random. You got a vibe that it took hours to decide where the pieces should have been placed and that they weren't just placed at random. Grey, purple, and soft green fabrics decorated the home. Everything was either silk or velvet.

“Welcome.”

Fear suddenly crept up on you and you began to wonder how many countless girls Tae might have taken here.

“Y/n.” Your name in his mouth was like a caress. Goosebumps began to raise all across your skin.

You had never told him your name.

He raised his slender hand and motioned with a long finger for you to come over to him. You hesitated but let your feet guide you closer to him. He lifted his long arm and grazed his fingers over your throat. A wave of relaxation consumed you.

Taehyung roamed over to his sofa and sat gracefully. A small, claw-footed table near the sofa held two glasses and a crystal bottle. You followed him and sat beside him, still tense. Taehyung was tempting, it would be so easy.. So, so easy to request for him to enclose you in his arms and soothe the empty ache within you.

The sofa suddenly shifted and the heat became really close. “Y/n, stop thinking so hard. Let me see your wrist, now.”

You held out your damaged wrist towards him and he softly covered his massive hands over it, almost like a cuff. From underneath your hands, you swore you could see a radiating white light. The warmth traveled up your wrist and into your upper arms. You didn't know how to react, your free hand clenched so tightly in a fist it began to throb.

“Aren’t you tired of being hollow, don't you want the void to be filled?” Taehyung asked again, almost the exact question from earlier. You gazed up and into Taehyung's deep and eternal eyes. You sputtered, a blush making its way across your cheeks.

Your stomach flopped back and forth. His hand on yours was so warm. Your wrist was now burning from his touch, in such a pleasant way. The pain from the bites and tears was fading more and more as the warmth spread.

Why not give him your heart, your soul? No one else could have them or wanted them.

Taehyung could feel your surrender and pulled you closer with his free hand. He removed his hands from your wrist and twisted to pour a liquid into the two glasses on the table. “Drink?” He held a glass up to you.

You shook your head.

What the fuck were you doing?

No, no way in hell was this happening.

Coming to your senses, you scooted back down to where you originally were sitting.

Not phased, he drank it himself. You looked down and began to check yourself over, expecting for your entire arm to at least have a scar or two. Nothing was there, just unblemished skin and a lingering warmth.

“Hm. Well, I have to go.”

You gaped up at him in surprise, “What?”

Taehyung was already standing up and in the middle of the room. “I’ll be back later, rest well while I’m gone,” He beamed.

With a blink, he was gone before you could stop him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Tae!” You yelled. “Don't fucking do this! Come back!”

You had hoped he could hear your pleas some way and have a tiny ounce of mercy on you. Your voice echoed off the walls, only being heard by you and you only. You stood up and began to tromp around his place, searching for some sort of a door. You had let yourself get distracted, blinded, by Tae. He had some sort of an effect on you, another thing you didn't understand. How had he enticed you so effortlessly?

You explored the vast maze that Taehyung called a 'home' until you found yourself back in the living room. You plopped on the couch, heart hammering in your chest. You wrapped your arms around yourself, imagining the comical look on the Faerie's face when you screamed thousands of horrible obscenities at him. You needed to find his full name. Maybe he had something in his home with his nam-

The air shifted and your heart went to your throat. You threw yourself upright, surveying the room. A short man, with black hair and thick lips, was standing a few feet away from the couch.

His head tilted to the sight upon you.

“You’re his.”

It was a statement, he wasn't asking.

“Do you know where he is?”

It was a question in which you had no answer to. You weren’t as phased by him, having already dealt with one other beauty. It was clear to tell he was someone like Tae. Your heart had returned to thumping swiftly and steadily in your chest at the sound of this man's voice. You shook your head and attempted to find words. You opened your mouth and an all that came out was a croak. You reached for the glass on the table and took a sip, finding it to only be water in the glass and not some sort of potion or poison.

"You’ve made a very bad choice, little human.” He winked.

“What’s your name?” You demanded, disregarding his comment.

He giggled, “I’m afraid I can only give you my nickname, maybe one day we will be able to be friends. Call me Minnie, even though it’s usually only reserved for people who care about me.”

You ground your teeth together in annoyance. Your fingers tensed around the glass, and you brought it up to your lips again.

“Don’t you know if you eat any food when you’re here, then you’re here forever?” Minnie pried.

You nearly spat the water out but swallowed it down instead. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m sure he won’t let you go that easily anyways. Well, I came here for Tae, but it was nice meeting his fated. Toodles.”

He was gone in seconds.

Toodles?

What felt like hours, was probably more like twenty minutes. In those twenty minutes, you had spent the majority of the time cursing the air and shouting for Taehyung to come back. Exhaustion consumed you as you heavily sat against the sofa. This evening didn't appear to be going to get any better anytime soon. Half-awake and ready to cry, your eyes nearly popped out of your head when Taehyung appeared in front of you.

“You.” You growled, raising up off of the sofa.

“I demand that you take me home right now. You healed me, I need to go home now. You said you would take me home once I was healed.”

Taehyung frowned and approached you. He moved his slender hands up to remove a piece of hair from your face.

“You’re not fully healed yet.”

You pulled up your sleeves, eyes glinting dangerously, “I’m fine.”

“Mentally.”

You paused, taking in what that one word implied.

“You’re healed physically, but mentally... You’re not in the best state. I promised I would heal you and you’re not healed yet.” Tae reached for both of your hands with his two hands, attempting to hold them. You jerked away from his grasp. Tae spoke quietly, “I don’t understand. Earlier your body was begging for me to touch you and heal your pain, now, that is not the case. What's wrong?”

You yearned for your taser.

“I keep my promises, Y/n.”

You snapped, lightly shoving yourself away from him, “I don’t want your help. Take me home.”

“I care about you, please. Just one day for me to fix you..”

“No,” You lowered your voice, trying to remain calm. “How can you care about me when you don’t even know me?”

“There is no one else for you, my love. Only I can fix you. Let me fill you.” Tae grabbed your wrist and the ache inside of you felt a million times worse.

You ripped away, “You’re such a freak, who goes around spouting shit like that? Being called a freak by someone who works for Owlaid says a lot about you, doesn't it?”

Taehyung's face grew dark, the glimmer in his eyes fading and dulling. “You will one day beg for me to touch you, and I will savor it. Shut your eyes and we’ll go.”

The second meaning behind his words set off a wild shiver through you. It took you a moment to determine whether you should or not, but you decided on closing them, not dallying around long enough for him to change his mind. The air shifted and Taehyung was nowhere to be felt. “Keep moving forward,” his voice ordered, traces of anger were evident in his tone. He was holding it back. You missed a step, and his warm hands grasped you, sitting you upright. He let go of you as soon as he saw you were steady and stable.

For some reason, a pang of guilt hit you.

The air shifted and you were alone in your room. The coldness you had endured on the Faerie path today made your normally chilly room feel like a desert. Yet, the heat of your unit was gelid compared to the warmth of the sun-kissed boy. Everything was in place. The room was the same, dull color scheme as the rest of the Owlaid building. Your eyes shifted to your phone, which was lying where you had left it.

You moved towards your desk and saw it only had 29%. Your eyes landed on the time, causing you to gasp. You were trapped in the Fae realm for hours, yet it had only felt like an hour.

You placed your phone on the charger and pushed open the door that led to the hallway.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when a voice behind you boomed, “It didn’t eat you!”

Arms were thrown around you, and you had to snicker.

The brunette released you from her grip and you twisted around to look at her. She gained her composure, “We have been trying to contact you for hours! Where have you been?”

“My scanner was broken. I lost my taser and pretty much everything else. So, I couldn’t contact anyone for transportation.”

“What happened to the hound? You were supposed to tranq him. We searched the area and couldn’t find him.”

You let your eyes bore at the floor, contemplating on what you should tell. Should you inform them about Tae? Your stomach twisted and your heart screamed for you not to say anything.

So.

You didn’t.

You shrugged, “It’s an odd story, really..”

Althea’s eyes narrowed, “Continue..”

“He attacked. I tried to hit him with my taser, he jumped and bumped into a tree.. And it swallowed him and sunk into the ground.”

Althea’s expression was blank. “Next time, don’t come back empty-handed.”

You stalked out of the hallway and back into your room, incredibly annoyed. You weren’t irritated with Althea, you loved her. You were more troubled with yourself. You had lied, why? It was obvious that Althea had seen through your lie, but she had just accepted it.

When you got to your unit, you slid under the covers. A silver knife at your bedside, praying nothing would happen as you rested. You sealed your eyes and after a few moments, you were promptly out.

That night, you dreamt of your childhood.

You dreamt of your best friend from when you weren’t corrupt. You also dreamt of Tae.

The dream began with you sitting beside someone, coloring. You heard a muffled voice and shifted your eyes towards the voice. It was from the boy who was sitting beside you. He was speaking, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. You squinted your eyes, zeroing in on his lips, trying to read them. You thanked him, feeling your cheeks grow warm. What has he said to you? The boy whispered beside you again. You nodded, “I won’t.”

The boy grinned, teeth proudly on display. You tried to read his lips again as he spoke, and couldn’t make any sense of it.

The dream faded into another.

You looked around and even in the dark, you could tell someone was with you and was in your room. It seemed familiar. Your heart began to thump, every hair on your body raising in alarm. A deep voice floated through the air, “Owlaid really has ruined you, haven’t they? You will soon call for my name, love. You will remember eventually.”

“Who’s there?!”

A familiar white flame began to glow in the corner of your room. You reached to your bedside table for the knife. “What do you want from me, Tae?” You gripped the handle of the knife tighter.

“I'm not the only one who will live up to my promises. I just want to restore you, fill you... Fix you. If something doesn’t change soon, then you must realize, you’re leaving me no other choice.”

Your eyes widened, and your voice got caught in your throat.

“I know I am not welcome right now. Until we meet again.”

The light dimmed and you swore, not wanting to be left alone in the dark with him. By the time you found the switch on the lamp, he was long gone.

You were wide awake.

Only one of those things were a dream.

You sat up properly and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Your phone lit up, notifications causing it to begin flashing, and you internally groaned.

Another case.

The message was from Althea:

“I have a job for you. (Sorry.) Meet me at transport ASAP.”

You threw your covers off of you and hurried to get ready. You stepped into the hallway, one shoe on, and the other in your hands. You slipped the untied shoe on while you moved. You stopped when you got to the center and tied it.

“Ah! There you are. I was just on my way.”

“What’s going on?”

“Shapeshifters in some small Texas town,” Althea replied, pushing a black bag towards you.

You took the bag from her, “I'm not exactly dressed to bag and tag.”

Althea shrugged, “You look fine. There’s new equipment in that bag, don’t lose or break it like you did last time. I have some errands to run. Contact us if anything goes bump.”

Althea. Always prompt and in a rush.

You gave a curt nod and took off towards transport.

#taehyung/reader #taehyung x reader #smut #shh #im new to this chill pls dont kill me thanks #bts one shot #bts oneshot #jungkook oneshot #reader insert #bts smut #paranormal au #supernatural au #pretend you didnt read that #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenario #yikes tae and jimin are both pretty ooc #oof send help

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nofoodclub · 3 years

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I'm always worried am i ching in to strong? Or really is it not a at all and no one has a clue what im thinking it used to be protection to keep everyone out they wouldn't have anything to use against me if they didn't know anything. But now that i want someone to be able to get to know me is like going through a brick wall to get the slightest bit of emotional feelings out in a way that can be understood. T is def getting a lil frustrated with it i think but idk what to do to stop it until i talk to my shrink again tomorrow hopefully she'll have some insight for me until then i feel like I'm either saying way to much by just sending a text and like i am smothering with my constant desire for cuddles but he is am equal partner in that he likes the snuggling and i am so down for that he slept on the chair last night no matter how many times i tried to get him up the xanax had him out, it was a little lonely i hope he comes tonight and gives me real cuddles and maybe a nice fucking i could go for that ill even make him another quesadila or 3 lol was happy to be able to satisfy that craving finally now for my own craving which is once again the ever elusive void fill. Lifetimes supply please. T is a pretty good one tbh he makes me feel whole when he holds me fuck this has made me go so soft like yes i loved r on a way but never this kind of feeling that i actually wasn't him here all the time and i can sleep in his arms could never do that with anyone else he feels right to me. Is it just my instinct driving this maybe but it's rarely wrong so imma keep running with it and maybe fuck e again on the side but not tell him what's going on either just no more hickeys plz hard af to cover up ill use job interviews as my excuse hell buy that i coukd totally cover it up enough for that the hard part is enough for 12 hours or more sleeping and fucking included that takes skill and i think i mastered it yesterday it was very well hidden o how he gives me enough time if he does come over so i can go do that again to a couple minutes to get it all ordered and played on properly. Good vibes and needing lactic already maybe the milk with help my constipation lol

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mavrisfanfics · 7 years

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[Request] - Altair X Reader

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Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Pairing: Altair Ibn-La'Ahad x Reader

Words: 2236

Warnings: Slight nudity, but nothing too explicit, I think... some sexual mentions too. Also, I believe Altair is OOC af.

Notes: I honestly don’t like how this came up, although I loved the idea. I made the mistake of not writing it all at once and just when I decided to finish it, other problems came up and it... disrupted me. Hell, I couldn’t even come up with a title. I did my best, but honestly I feel like it’s not as good as the others.

It’s just... Portugal has been burning all over, literally, and now there’s a wildfire some good miles away from my grandma’s house. The thing is that flames are spread faster than they seem, and my parents fear it might reach my grandma and aunts tonight or tomorrow. They’re preparing things to leave and help them if needed, in which case I’ll be alone at home. Not only that, but there’s also another wildfire a few miles from my house too. But unlike my grandma and aunts, I don’t have hundreds of hectares of woods around my house, so I worry more with their safety than mine.

Last time the area near my grandma’s burned I was 3/4 years old, yet I still remember it. It was terrifying, I was there. Because I know what’s at stake now, I’m even more scared now. Guess I won’t be sleeping much tonight...

ANYWAY ENOUGH RANTING, LET’S SKIP TO THE FIC!!

I hope you like it at least a bit. :) Oh, and before I forget, I want to thank all the support, love and sweet messages I’ve received in the past month or so. I love you all!

Altair wasn't much into having apprentices under his watch. He didn't mind supervising a couple of sparring sessions, but being responsible over one, as a mentor, wasn't all that appealing to him. Yet there he was, one Novice from the latest batch of newcomers, begging him to train him. Altair refused countless times. He'd seen the Novice train with the others, and he saw a clear lack of skill and potential, something he pointed out to the Novice one of the times he came to him.

Soon he noticed the Notice become more determined whenever he saw Altair watching him train, and the begging became less frequent. Over time Altair saw improvement in their skills, to the point where the Novice became better than some who did have a mentor. Out of curiosity, Altair wondered how good they could become under tutelage, and decided to give the young Novice a chance.

Altair soon noticed he was different. The novice didn't have a strong body like most Assassins, but he was fast, agile, and incredibly clever. What he lacked in strength, he compensated in everything else. He also showed a certain level of innocence and kindness that most Assassins learned to drop along their lives. Yet his remained throughout the training, along with his never faltering determination.

The training was relentless. Altair didn't make it easy, and the Novice didn't mind, taking everything thrown at him like a champion. Soon he started following Altair on missions, performance always spot on. Altair leaned to respect his apprentice and much as they respected him, and even started having a certain level of friendship, weak, but present.

Training got harder and harder, and Altair soon noticed there were some things his apprentice couldn’t improve on. Like sword fighting. It seemed like he couldn't raise a sword and good as the others. In fact, he could do better when it came to tasks requiring body strength.

"Maybe my body wasn't built for strength, but instead for speed." He had told Altair one time. Altair couldn't agree more, but it still worried him. He couldn't help but think of his apprentice as frail, in comparison to other assassins.

Finally, after almost a year, the apprentice went on his first solo mission. Altair watched the apprentice leave Masyaf, worries swimming in his brain, even though he knew he had trained him good. He was incredibly relieved when the apprentice returned unharmed, and really proud that he had been successful.

Altair didn't notice his feelings changing towards the apprentice, ignoring the worry he felt towards him or the sometimes-fleeting wish to protect him from everything. He only realized something was wrong when he woke up one night, sweating, with a tent in the sheets and not so innocent images of his apprentice on him mind.

On the next day he told the apprentice his training with him was over, and he could do the rest by himself, much to the apprentice's dismay and confusion. They didn't talk for a while.

Next time they "talked" was when Altair returned to Masyaf after the failed mission in Jerusalem. The younger assassin asked him what happened and if he was okay, but Altair just ignored them, in part ashamed he was a Novice once more, and left Masyaf to clean his list of targets.

When, later, Altair learned of Al-Mualin's true intentions, Altair hurried back to Masyaf to face his Master, thoughts of the young assassin in his mind. Al-Mualin could easily hurt him if he wanted. Altair was relieved to find them safe and sound, as part of the group of assassins Malik gathered. But he didn't stay with Malik and the others distracting the brainwashed assassins. Instead, he followed Altair.

"What do you think you're doing, (Male Name)?" Altair asked with a small glare at the assassin following him.

"Helping you out. I won't let you face him by yourself." He replied.

"You can't handle it."

"And you can? I'm as good as the others, even better." Altair stopped and turned towards the younger assassin.

"You're weak. You will never be as strong as the others. Now go back and help them!" Altair knew his words were harsh, but the assassin didn't falter under his ex-tutor's hard demeanor. If anything, he glared back.

"No, but I'm /faster/ and you are no longer my superior." Altair inwardly flinched. "Therefore, I'm helping you, /novice/."

Realizing he couldn't get rid of the younger assassin, Altair silently allowed them to follow.

Al-Mualin was probably the hardest foe they fought until then. He could be old, but the Apple and the decades of skill made him a powerful enemy.

The young assassin and Altair fought valiantly, striking relentlessly at Al-Mualin. Although the old man could block the attacks, he was still being pushed back. Obviously, the man's first instinct was search for a weakness and exploit it. He only found one.

Al-Mualin kicked the young assassin between his legs, but instead of crouching down in pain like the other two were expecting, they just stumbled back with a growl.

"Oh, you little...!!"

With a cry, the young assassin resumed his flurry of attacks, much to Al-Mualin and Altair's surprise, but none of them had time to think about it at the time. The battle kept going.

Once Al-Mualin was dead and the Apple was locked in a box for the meantime, Altair and the young assassin were led to the infirmary to treat their wounds. It was full at the time, many assassins were wounded, some worse than others. The two were led to separate corners and treated by their peers.

When it was over, Altair headed to where he believed the young assassin was, but instead he found an exasperated assassin and no sign of his ex-apprentice.

"He refused treatment and ran out. Said he could handle it..." The assassin gave and exasperated sigh, that Altair copied before leaving the infirmary and heading to his ex-apprentice's room.

On his way, he found himself thinking about the battle. They had fought valiantly, and (Male Name) clearly deserved to rise in the ranks. Altair suddenly remembered the kick, and started wondering. Never did he met a man that resisted a kick in the family jewels, /not one/. Yet his ex-apprentice /did/, like it was nothing. How was that possible?...

When Altair reached their room, he was about to knock when a pained scream left the room. A /loud/ scream. Altair barged in without even thinking.

He was sitting on the bed cleaning a cut of his arm with a rag, and... Where those /boobs/?!?

The two were frozen in place, trying to understand what was happening. The young assassin was the first to recover, running to pull Altair in and close the door quickly. /She/ remained glued to the door, panting heavily, with her back towards Altair, who was still in shock. Her upper body was bare, bruises and cuts decorated her skill all over. If it wasn't for her hourglass-like shape and the /breast/ he had just seen, he would think of her as another male assassin, with all the bruises, slight muscle and short hair.

"What is going to happen now?" She asked weakly, voice wavering. Altair was broken out of his trance.

"You're a woman..." He muttered, stunned.

"Yes. What will the Brotherhood do about it? Will you kill me?" Altair tried to snap out of it, find something to say. But what /could/ he say?

"That explains some things... Why... why are you here?"

"Templars were chasing me. I thought the Assassins could protect me, but I was refused at the gates. I got tired of running, so I returned to Masyaf about a month later, as a man, and joined the Brotherhood. It was that or run for eternity..." She looked at him sideways and Altair could see she was scared. Terrified, even. "I just wanted to be safe, and serve the Brotherhood in return."

"What's your name?"

"(Y-Y/n)…" She gulped. She finally turned around to him, arms wrapped around her torso to cover her breasts. She looked him in the eye, and he could clearly see that she was as scared of her fate as she was ready to endorse it. "Please, have mercy. I'll leave, and there will be no reason to shed blood."

"You're not leaving." He replied quickly. Her eyes widened in fear and he realized she had taken it the wrong way. "(Y/n)…" He almost called her by her male name, but corrected himself in time. "...You are one of the best assassins I have the pleasure of calling brother. I've trained you and saw you become an irreplaceable member of the Brotherhood. If the others wish you to leave, then they are fools unable to see your value, both as an assassin and as a person. I will make sure you continue as a member of the Assassins, even if I have to use my last breath to do so.

She cheeks were tinged pink at his small speech, yet her pose grew straighter, his praises and reassurances driving away her fears. She opened her mouth to say something, but a shiver stopped her.

"Before we continue, would you mind handling me that shirt, please? I'd like to... cover myself." Altair obeyed with a blush, throwing her the shirt on top of her bed and keeping his back to her while she got dressed. "You can turn now."

"You're still bleeding." He pointed out, quickly noticing the slowly growing red spot on her arm. "Sit on the bed. Let me help you."

She obeyed and Altair sat next to her. He pulled up her sleeve as high as possible and, grabbing the rag she had been cleaning the wound with when he arrived, resumed what she was doing before he broke in.

"I thought today couldn't be more insane, yet you prove me wrong once again." He said, after a few minutes of silence.

"When did I ever prove you wrong before?" She asked.

"When you were asking me to be your mentor. I thought you didn't have any particular skill, but then I saw you improve more than some of the other novices." She chuckled at his response.

"Ah, yes, you told me that once. I always wondered how they would react, knowing that they were beaten by a woman in many sparring sessions." He looked at her, also amused at the idea.

The sight of her made him freeze completely, the hands that were wrapping up her wound left the task unfinished. The shirt she wore was baggy and hid her slight curves, making him forget for a moment that he had just found out she was a woman hidden amongst the ranks of the Assassins. She had her lips curved into a tiny smile that he realized he had missed seeing.

"Forgive me." She looked at him, surprised.

"What for?"

"Leaving you. Dropping your training like that. You weren't just my pupil, you were also... a friend."

"About that!" Her expression turned slightly angry. It was strange seeing her angry, Altair had rarely seen that expression on her face, and usually was more frustration than anger "You own me an explanation."

He ignored her and finished wrapping up her cut, but she didn't take any of that.

"I don't care if you are or were my mentor or superior or whatever, Altair Ibn-La'Ahad, you own me an explanation."

He looked up at her again, once the wound was nicely covered. What /could/ he say?

"I started to think of you differently, so I had to step back."

"Different as in... Romantically?" She inquired slowly, fearfully even. He looked at her in surprise.

"How did you know?" It was her turn to look surprised.

"I didn't, I just... I started falling the same, at some point. So, I just, guessed it...?" She admitted, looking away. "Wait..." She looked at him again, this time with a teasing smirk. "I didn't know you leaned that way~!" He immediately understood what she was implying.

"Apparently, I /do not/, even if I wanted." His glare was as sharp as their blades, but it didn't stop her from exploding into heartfelt laughter, much to his annoyance.

"Can you stop?" She shook her head at is annoyed question.

"No! I mean, you thought I was a man, so that must mean /someth/-!"

Silence fell over the room once more, Altair's lips over hers effectively worked as a way to shut her up. She was shocked, to say the least, so she took a while to follow the flow and return the kiss. Altair himself didn't know /why/ he kissed her, but he certainly didn't regret it. Man or woman, he didn't care. It was his breaking point.

The two remained lip-locked for a few minutes, the passionate kiss turning into a make out session.

"(Male Name)! What story is that of leaving... the infirmary..."

Altair and (Y/n) jumped away from each other at the sudden intrusion. Hold and behold, Malik had just become the second assassin to break into the room. His face was frozen into horrified shock, as his eyes jumped from one assassin to the other.

The two had /a lot/ to explain to Malik and the other assassins, mostly her.

They let her live and be an assassin, but no one would let either her or Altair live down the situation.

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PS: I’m really sorry for the rant in the notes, I just needed it.

#sry for crappy ending but i'm not in a good mood for writing #did my best #altair x reader #altair ibn-la'ahad #assassin's creed x reader #Assassin's Creed #x reader #reader #reader-insert #requests #requests open #fanfic

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risingphoenix87 · 5 years

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Awesomely bad songs? I think not... (Reposted from February with edits

Hey kids! Your Auntie Phoenix is bored, and rather than something constructive, I thought I’d kill my time with this. So I’ve been rewatching some of those old VH-1 lists I used to watch in my teen years (many…eons ago). And one such list was one they compiled with the now-defunct Blender Magazine of the 50 Most Awesomely Bad Songs Ever.

Yeah…there are a handful of actually bad songs on this list and then…yeah, let me just give you my thoughts.

(You can watch the video here if you care to- https://youtu.be/pMBSGFOqiAI)

50. Corey Hart - I Wear My Sunglasses at Night: It’s…fine. It’s kind of weird how the Z-list commentators just focused on the concept of wearing sunglasses at night…not actually proving this song is bad.

49. Puff Daddy f/ Faith Evans & 112 - I’ll Be Missing You: This is…just uncomfortable. Yeah, he took a creepy-as-fuck stalker song and turned it into a loving tribute to a friend. And they actually had the gall to say the sample was more shameless than Vanilla Ice (oh, we’ll get to HIM later).

48. Michael Bolton - Can I Touch You There: It’s fine. Not my thing, but it’s okay.

(by the way, the bald commentator guy is trying waaaayyy too much to sound like Lewis Black…except he’s not funny)

47. Bobby Brown w/Whitney Houston - Something in Common: Yeah, it’s…uncomfortable.

46. Spin Doctors - Two Princes: Oh, step off, you music snobs! This song is fun!

45. Ruben Studdard - I’m Sorry: I remember this song being on the radio all the time when I was in high school; I never thought it was a bad song. I wonder what happened to him…

44. Billy Joel - We Didn’t Start The Fire: What are these people smoking?

(yeah, the cola wars line wasn’t what made him lose it, smartass)

43. Master P feat. Silkk, Fiend, Mia-x & Mystikal - Make Em Say Uhh: Yeah…not good…that sound is the one I make when I’m getting PMS boob pain.

42. Rednex - Cotton Eye Joe: Yes, this song sucks.

41. JC Chasez - Some Girls (Dance with Women): Yeah, this song is trash.

40. 4 Non Blondes - What’s Up: This song is GRATING.

39. Snow - Informer: More trash.

38. Ja Rule - Mesmerize: None of them actually proved this song was bad (also funny that the announcer called Ja Rule “wussy,” like she’d ever say that to his face and not clutch her purse, running to the other side of the street). And to the Karen who made cracks about Ashanti swooning over the lyric “I got a fetish for fucking you with your skirt off...” um, some girls and fems are into that...not naming names...

37. Bette Midler - From a Distance: Ms. Midler’s music isn’t for me…but it’s fine…and don’t most theists consider God watching them a comforting thought rather than a voyeuristic one?

36. Color Me Badd - I Wanna Sex You Up: Again, it’s fine. A nice summer song.

35. Don Johnson - Heartbeat: It’s nothing that bad. It’s kind of the ‘80s embodied in a song (esp. with the music video).

34. Crazytown - Butterfly: This song is awful…and I adore it.

33. Jennifer Lopez - Jenny from the Block: All these people did was whinge about how dishonest the song was. I’m not honestly bothered by that; I don’t care that Jennifer Lopez doesn’t bring old friends from the Bronx to her mansions or yachts (because, apparently unlike these commentators, I’m not a child who lives with her head up her own ass). The song is fun enough with a good beat.

32. Mr. Mister - Broken Wings: Another classic piece of the ‘80s. Also funny how they whine about this being a stalker song after sucking off The Police’s “Every Breath You Take” near the top of the hour.

31. R. Kelly - You Remind Me of Something: I agree. #MuteRKelly

30. Nelly - Pimp Juice: Not my thing; Nelly has better songs than this (although the comments are fucking cringy).

29. Meatloaf - I Would Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t do That): Again, I ask, WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE SMOKING???!! And...he DOES say what he won’t do for love; the way his lover made him feel.

28. Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up: This song was bad before meme culture bled it dry.

27. Wreckx-N-Effect - Rump Shaker: Not for me.

26. Bryan Adams - The Only Thing That Looks Good on Me is You: This song sounds like a pick-up line Will Smith would say on Fresh-Prince; Bryan Adams is better than this.

25. Michael Jackson - You Rock My World: It’s honestly fine, but Michael Jackson has done better.

24. Phil Collins - Sussudio: Same; not Phi Collins’ best, but not bad.

23. Sisqo - The Thong Song: Another guilty pleasure (though, TBH, the comments here were kinda funny).

22. Lionel Richie - Dancing on the Ceiling: Not great, but the comments about his no-talent brat of a daughter are already dated AF (does anyone even remember her?).

21. Rembrandts - I’ll Be There For You: It’s from a TV show…so it’s bad? Plenty of TV theme songs are fun to listen to (this one included, and I don’t think I’ve seen more than two episodes of the show).

Also, Gen X “cynicism is good/happiness is for babies” attitude is played out (it was played out in 2004, too; we get it, y’all are bitter because no one knows who you are).

20. Toby Keith - Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue: Yeah, this song is jingoistic, warmongering crap.

19. Chicago - You’re the Inspiration: It’s nice enough. These damn music snobs.

18. Hammer - Pumps and a Bump: Not good…not as bad as the abomination that was Hammerman, but…not good.

17. Right Said Fred - I’m Too Sexy: It’s supposed to be a cheesy novelty song.

16. Europe - The Final Countdown: That synth line is great, and the song is classic. These damn music snobs.

15. Crash Test Dummies - Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm: WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE…oh, forget it. Point is this is a great song and they in no way proved it was bad. They just bitched about the chorus (how about analyzing the lyrics, since y’all are great music experts).

14. Will Smith - Will2K: Again, didn’t prove the song was bad. Just whined that Will Smith has an ego and it sampled a Clash song. Um…grow the fuck up maybe? (Seriously, the fact that people get so butthurt over celebrities having an ego, and seemingly don’t get that sampling is a thing in rap) I actually only heard the song for the first time a few months ago, and it’s BOMB.

13. Aqua - Barbie Girl: Congrats, one of the few actually bad songs on the list.

12. New Kids on the block - Hangin’ Tough: Teenage boys pretending to be badass? Alert the media. It’s fun, has a nostalgic feel.

11. Gerardo - Rico Suave: Yeah, not good (also, Weird Al did do a parody: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7zJdwEsWmU; pretty hilarious).

10. Huey Lewis & the News - Heart of Rock-n-Roll: This song is fun, and the fact that it was anywhere near the top 10 is a fucking joke.

9. Bobby McFerrin - Don’t Worry Be Happy: In fairness, Bobby McFerrin got sick of this song to the point of not performing it anymore.

(The commentators are pretty annoying bitching about a cappella music, a lot of which is really good)

8. Ricky Martin - She Bangs: Yeah, this song isn’t great…but Top 10 worst songs-bad? No…

7. Eddie Murphy - Party All the Time: This song is fun and has a good beat. Buncha stick-in-the-mud…

6. Deep Blue Something - Breakfast at Tiffany’s: Oh…no. You don’t touch this song! (Yes, the song is unenthusiastic. That’s the entire point; it’s about a couple who has no basis for their relationship except their love of this one movie, and thus the relationship isn’t strong enough to last).

5. Vanilla Ice - Ice Ice Baby: Yay, you got another actually bad song for the list!

4. Limp Bizkit - Rollin’: Yeah, the lyrics are shit and the song is bad…and I listen to it at least twice a week. It’s a major guilty pleasure (and fun to listen to when riding a scooter cart at the store).

3. Wang Chung - Everybody Have Fun Tonight: Another fun song; y’all have no taste.

2. Billy Ray Cyrus - Achy Breaky Heart: Okay, you found another actually bad song.

1. Starship - We Built This City: WTF??? This is a good song!

So…a list with only a handful of actually bad songs…yeah.

Thank you!

#vh1 #2000s vh1 #2000s tv

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marmelade-sky · 7 years

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Hey :-) so stucky prompt: (could be post or pre serum Steve) okay so Bucky wants to know why Steve never flirted/flirts badly with all the dates he would set him up with and Steve subtly implies its because they weren't Bucky, they weren't someone he was interested in and steve starts to flirt with bucky and... it turns out... Steve is a better flirt than Bucky! Omg I just really want Steve to be flirty af! Pls!

Oooooh hey anon :) how nice that people still send me prompts hahaha. I’m supposed to be studying… so… uh… yep, have this fic. Have a good week

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They walk the girls home, of course, because that’s what gentlemen do. Bucky’s date has her arm looped through his and giggles and she looks at him like he hung the moon whenever he says something, and Bucky seems to be saying all the right things, smooth and suave and yet, polite but just cocky enough to make her blush and giggle and playfully slap at his arm.

Steve is jealous.

He’s jealous of Bucky, who could probably talk anybody into his bed, but he’s even more jealous of the girl who gets to lean her head against Bucky’s shoulder as they walk.

His own date walks stiffly by his side, throwing him polite little smiles from time to time, but Steve can see in her eyes that this isn’t going to end in what Bucky calls “a success”, even though Steve feels more successful when the night ends with none of the girls being persuaded into more and Steve and Bucky end up spending the night on their own.

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It’s been a long time since Steve was the sickly kid from Brooklyn, and a lot has changed since then. The best change, recently, has been getting his Bucky back.

That how Steve thinks of him: His Bucky. He knows he has no right to, no right to feel possessive over him like this, not after everything Bucky went through. But Steve can’t help it.

And then, after everything’s settled down, his Bucky goes on a date with a girl from the coffee shop down the street, because she doesn’t know who he is and because she wears her hair in a red bandana every day and because sometimes when she talks to him when he gets coffee there she switches out some words in her sentences for spanish ones and apparently, that makes Bucky want to go on a date with her.

And the jealousy is back for Steve when he tosses and turns in his bed at night, thinking about the girl on Bucky’s arm, giggling and looking up at him in wonder.

After her comes a blonde with a figure like a pin-up girl who Bucky meets running every morning in Central Park. After that, it’s a reporter from the New Yorker who interviewed Bucky, and after her it’s another one and another one and another one.

And then it’s a guy. Bucky meets him at a bar when he’s out with Tasha. Tasha tells him about the guy, who is apparently really good looking and super nice, and for some reason, that hurts most, more than every girl combined because it’s a guy and if Steve would have known Bucky likes guys, then…. well, what then? ————————————————————————————–

They sit outside on one of the huge terraces the Avengers tower has, and Bucky drinks coffee while Steve reads the news and it’s moments like these when Steve pretends Bucky is his, and only his. “Hey, Stevie?”Steve looks up and sees Bucky giving him a sort of cautious half-grin. He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“So, this gal I’ve been seeing, she’s got this friend-”

“No.” Steve shakes his head and puts the paper down.

Bucky gives a litle exasperated huff. “Why not? Come on, old man, have some fun!”

Steve rolls his eyes at the choice of words. “I’m really not interested in going out with this girl. Or any girl, at the moment, really.”

Bucky eyes him over the rim of his mug, eyes burning as if he’s trying to figure out a particularly hard puzzle. “…guys, then?”, he asks and Steve just about chockes and feels his cheeks heat up.

Bucky chuckles. “Come on, Stevie. It’s fine. I mean, it’s 2017, isnt it.”

Steve glares at him and lifts his paper back up pointedly.

“ ‘s that why you never flirted with any of the girls back when you was still little?”, Bucky asks, grin obvious in his voice.

“No, it was because they weren’t y-” It slips out annoyedly and Steve is horrified and when his eyes find Bucky’s, the panic surges and makes Steve stand up, put his paper down with a little too much force, and stalk off the terrace with a “I’m gonna go to the gym.”

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Of course this has to happen when Steve has agreed on going out with Tasha and Thor and Tony and Bucky tonight, of course. He’s tempted to tell them he won’t come, but that would be cowardly, and Steve Rogers is not a coward.

Thor brings that Asgardian alcohol stuff, and soon enough, Steve is drunk in a bar, leaning on the counter, trying not to do or say anything stupid which is awfully hard because Bucky is standing next to him, pressed to him from shoulder to knee and all Steve wants to do is grab him and get out of here with him.

Bucky turns to him and grins a lopsided grin and Steve wants to kiss it off his face. “You calmed down from this morning?”, Bucky asks and Steve can feel his already hot cheeks overheat again.

“I dunno what’cha talking about. I always… I always flirted with e’ry girl you brought me.” It’s utter nonsense, and they both know that but Steve is drunk and Bucky is pretty.

“No you didn’t!”, Bucky laughs and slaps Steve’s right pec, “You never. I bet you don’t even know how to flirt.”

“Pfft!” Steve points at him (why does he point?! He’s never drinking again…) and shakes his head. “I’ll ‘ave you know I’m a master-flirter.”

“Is that so?”, Bucky turns to him, clearly amused, and Steve sways a little. “Show me what you’ve got, then.”Steve clears his throat, and does something he’d never do if he was sober: he leans forward a little, looks into Bucky’s eye deeply, and says: “…your eyes are beautiful.”, his voice controlled. Bucky blinks at him and Steve thinks he sees a little bit of pink on his cheeks? Surely it’s just the light.

“Lame.”, the brown-haired man comments, “…that’s not enough.” So Steve leans closer and puts his hand on Bucky’s biceps, squeezing just a little and blinking up at him from under his lashes. “…you’re really fit, you must work out a lot…”, he drawls and Bucky looks away, laughing. “…a little better.”

This is fun, why haven’t they done this sooner? The alcohol really losens Steve’s tongue and he lets his hand slide lower. “…I’ve been watching you ever since you came in here, and you’re really attractive…”

Now, he’s not imagining that blush.

“Why are you blushing?”, he teases and lifts his hand to run his thumb over Bucky’s cheekbone. Bucky laughs but doesn’t pull away. “..alright, Stevie. I take back what I said.”

Steve doesn’t drop his hand. “…I don’t wanna stop, though.”, his alcohol-clouded brain makes him admit, and Bucky’s pupils dilate as his face goes slack for a moment. And then a strong hand grabs his wrist and Bucky presses a kiss into his palm. They look into each other’s eyes for a long moment in which Steve hears nothing but his heart in his chest, and then Bucky speaks in a raspy voice. “…you wanna get out of here?” And Steve nods slowly.

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Bucky is fully and completely his that night, and after, too.

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky story #stucky prompt #prompt fill #mywriting

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EPISODE 4 “The World Doesn't Revolve Around Jaiden Hantz” Jaiden

I voted for Jonathan because I thought that's what people were doing. Ashley went home.... Jonathan called out Alex after tribal who is my ONLY ally in this game.... I did the duel and lost so now we have to go straight back to tribal after a fucked up messy vote........ do i want to be alive???????

NGRJKDLANVJKADFLNJVKAVFDNAJNVADNVJ;ANEFUBNVAUDBNFJBNAVJKBNDAVJADSNBJVADSVNJKLADVNS I CAN'T BELIEVE I WON LMFAO SHOUTOUT TO MY ROOMMATE FOR HEARING ME BE THE RUDEST I'VE EVER BEEN TO HIM! I'M SORRY RYAN! SHOUTOUT TO Ruthie/Kendall/Alex/Drew (whichever one I decided upon) for saving your life in this game an extra round. I was about to vote you out, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Tbh I was kinda looking forward to losing this round and dedicating tonight to plotting someone's life being destroyed, but I guess winning is okay too. Now my tribe likely won't vote me out because I saved their asses because everyone was fucking PRAISING Ashton for winning last time, so now I guess I'm in the same boat, but he did his for 5 hours and I did mine for 12 minutes, but oh well. Sorry Richie, I hope you don't go home because you gave it your all! I also totally probably wouldn't have won that duel if it wasn't Survivor Trivia considering it's one of the only things in life I'm actually good at. Time to get high now :)

Why haven't they exiled Jaiden, who says that the reason the word "SOMEONE" was capitalized was because it had to be a fat person. Jaiden ur dumb bye

So after Brian was rescued and Pat sent home, I knew I might have put myself out there a little far.....so knowing that we're going to tribal again, I want to pull back the reigns and slide back into the shadows.

The three names that are coming up most often are Jonathan, Ashley, and Kage. Jonathan's name seemed the most rampant in the earlier part of the round until he came online to form a power alliance between himself, Sarah, Brian, Tommy, Junior, Jaiden, and myself. This changed the minds of the people in the alliance to targeting Ashley instead (given that she was semi-inact and on the outer)

Side-Note: Brian, Sarah, and I have an alliance so it works perfectly for us to camouflage.

And Kage, oh silly Kage, thinking that Ashley was somehow the right person to go after for his game....basically campaigned against her too despite her campaigning against Jonathan, thus helping both of them. Classic Kage.

Anyways. I was going to tell Alex about it considering I still had allegiance to him (as Junior did to Linus and Richie), but then I come to find out that he was co-leading an alliance with Kage that included the two of them, Tommy, Linus, and Ashley. Tommy claimed it had been made the first round and had halfway dissolved but thought I should know since we are so "close" and since they flipped on him in the first vote...

Now, although I'm not sure I believe it entirely yet, I didn't tell Alex about the vote going against Ashley because A) I kinda thought he knew B) In the case that Tommy is telling the truth, I don't want to be the idiot that caused a correct idol play to occur and have Jonathan go home. I can mend my bridge with Alex despite what the truth is, but I can't mend the bridge with my alliance if I were the reason one of them went home.

So although Ashley seemed like a gem, she had to go....now let's hope I can stay in the safe-zone and stay alive at our next tribal...

Kage is such a sweet guy and I know he means no harm but girl... you're going home. It was inevitable that his target was going to be front and center and it seems like this round is his unless he pulls out an idol. I do think that he would vote another direction, say Richie or Jonathan, but I'm not 100% sure. He thinks it would be iconic if we went from enemies to allies, as do I, but I'm not sure if that's in my best interest.

I told Richie a lot of stuff this round so far because I want him to trust me. We didn't have any layer of trust built up yet, so I needed to do that quick, and I think I have successfully done that.

Also, Jonathan tried to pull a big move and mentioned maybe actually targeting Richie like Kage suggested to him, but I shut that shit down real quick. I don't think it's a good move to save someone who we could work with in the future and is trustworthy as of yet compared to someone who is a complete mess and has thrown so many names out there to be targeted. So all-in-all, I'm not playing a huge game, but I do want to toot my own horn and say that I think I'm playing this game much better now. ^~^

so yeah voted in minority and lost duel but today brian tells me that people have been saying my name for this vote so i turned up my social game and have been talking to people all day and then now tommy just confronted me saying that ashley told tommy that i told ashley that tommy was voting for ashley last night... which is complete bullshit because i didnt tell ashley shit and i was the only person to not vote her out so why the fuck would i be throwing shit around and why would she be throwing me under the bus when i was the only person on her side??? but then tommy told me that ashley told him that alex told ashley that i told alex that tommy was voting ashley... which i DID tell alex that tommy was voting ashley so thats possibly true but of course i told tommy i didnt say shit lmao and then tommy was trying to be like "so alex is the one trying to stir shit?" and i know i need to save myself but i cant throw alex under the bus to save myself because hes the only person in this game that i trust even though his stupid ass dumb fucking mouth got me in trouble in the first place but if he leaves then i'm alone and fucked anyway and i just hate everyone.....

i've been on a bit of a campaign trail trying to talk about the fact that its heroes vs villains and the hosts are going to play up the theme and keep the tribes this way for a while without a swap so keep me around because im an asset in challenges i made the flag i particiapted in the scavenger hunt and i stepped up for the duel( even though i floppped) and that im alone in the game so use me as a number im out of the loop strategically so just keep me around.... idk whats going to happen

i hope and feel like im good with brian alex junior and jaiden + myself thats 5 people and majority is 6 so if i can figure out a way to defuse and deescalate the situation and maybe just make people like me enough they dont want to vote me out i'll be able to stick around but i dont have high hopes because this tribe is a fucking mess where one name gets thrown out then everyone jumps on it and waffles back and forth for hours on what to do until its the last second and they just decide to go with the most prominent name so they keep themselves safe this is the most usless group of people ive ever seen but wish me luck!

Okay, so because Queen Jonathan wants to vote out Alex, we're apparently voting Alex out? I don't really like this. I really don't. I don't have a strong relationship with Alex, but I also just don't see the necessity to make this tribe look messier and messier. It outs a big alliance, shows Kage and Richie they're on the bottom... like... why? And it also outs Linus as a solo man. I really just am scared. This move seems like too much too soon. I don't like it.

What I told Jaiden: >>Okay my issue with this big move against Alex is not anything to do with like Alex. I don't have a good relationship with him at all bc we don't really click, so I don't care if we send him out the door, but we're not only putting Richie, Kage, and Linus on the outs if this move works, it's outing a now obvious group. If we just vote Kage, it's a united front. Kage isn't going to help us and although Alex and Richie might flip in the future anyway, we're villains for a reason. And Jonathan pushing his agenda is not making me feel any better. I don't want to look back and be like, "Why did we let jonathan do whatever the fuck he wanted?"

Trying to figure out the game like

Also god bless Johnny and his Survivor knowledge

havent done of these in a while. so anyways, here's where i'm at. i've got a seven person alliance, i hate kage and alex, linus is suspect af, and i could probably get screwed tonight because i'm being really strategical.

tonight is the night i do NOT want to go home at, so i'm making a master plan to avoid that happening. i cracked a plan to rid this game of alex s forever, but i am almost certain that alex KNOWS about this plan and is coming for me hardcore. i blame crow or junior, maybe sarah. who knows, truly.

anyways... i told brian to vote for kage with me and hopefully richie. i'll talk to richie and be like hi pls make sure you vote for K A G E. this way, if alex has an idol, the votes at best go 3-2-1 (kage/me probs/richie) and at worst tie 3-3 (kage/me probs) and everyone else draws rocks... lmao

idk why i'm making this all about me, but the universe doesn't revolve around jaiden hantz for nothing. if i go home this fucking early after playing this fucking good... yikes.

HOWEVER: here is where the big risk comes in.

brian and i both have voted for kage. this could take the vote to 5-5-1 depending on where kage votes... which means rocks. LOL. i'm a messy bitch, this is why i'm on the villains tribe. i don't really care if we go to rocks tbh as long as its not me, brian, or tommy... because like i dont necessarily like anyone on this tribe all that much. even if it is me, that's a fucking ICONIC way to go and it's all my fault LOOOOOL. premerge king, tru!

IF this somehow happens to be the last confessional i ever write, at least i looked good writing it. i'm in such a cute position -- got people wrapped around my finger to the point where they went against their hatred of kage to do my bidding and get rid of alex. i am extremely close to people i came into this game HATING (junior and sarah for example), people i didn't even know (jonathan and brian), and people I needed to work with again (tommy and crow). not only that, but kage probably likes me. linus complimented me for being in a good position. alex... can choke idc what his opinion of me is, no offense alex!! (ur a nice guy and a good player, but GOD u intimidate the shit out of me and you have every reason to hate me). richie is aight, just quiet idk.

also, if i go home, this season was the ultimate testament to the player that i am. i take risks, big fucking risks. i have balls, and even though it's premerge, i'm not afraid to flex those muscles and pull some shit out of my ass to make things #happen. it's been fun yall! no bitterness from me here. unless i actually get voted out by the majority of the tribe, i'll rly scream then lmfao

15 minutes until tribal and im going to vomit... i feel a lot more safe now than i did earlier today but its been rough im SUCH a control freak like i want to always be in charge and know whats going on and be the one calling the shots and i know im not in that position so ive taken the back seat and turned up my social game and let everyone else do the work to save me so i wasnt putting myself in the front of the plans where it could come back on me and if it doesnt work out then im never going to forgive myself for not doing more to save myself but if i'm still here then im going to make sure that things change i'm ready to slit some metaphorical throats

*chicken voice* DAMN. I played myself! I'm like, not surprised that I went out premerge...for the fourth time... but to go out by rocks? iconic. inspiring.

other than the obvious sadness that comes with going home, i can't say that i'm really all that upset. i clearly came here to win and i was playing the type of game that could easily get me to that point, but i don't take back any of the moves i made this season... not even that one vote flip that happened. i really thought that alex had an idol! he was being really cocky last minute so i KNEW something was up... it's just disappointing to know that i couldn't have gone all the way with this this season.

my tumblr survivor story is such a mixed bag. i've had many, many failures. today is included. i didn't even make it to single digits this game, one of the most simple goals i set out for me to achieve on this attempt. while we can look at my records, my terrible placements, and all of that garbage, there is absolutely nothing that compares to the gameplay that went into this season to make things happen for me.

for once, i can say that i was not voted out early. not one person put my name down on parchment tonight, not yesterday, and not last week. i have nothing bad to say about a single person i competed against on my tribe this season (except kage sometimes), and maybe they have nothing negative to say about me, either.

i played probably the best game i've ever played in tumblr survivor. i took control, but i still listened to everyone's concerns. i calmed my anxiety from causing me to lose control of the situation. not once did i personally attack a person this season (sad to admit that this is a record for me). but most of all... i'm walking out of here, eleven days later, a changed person. now i know that i have the ability to play well, the doors are wide open for me.

i leave japan with a considerable amount of lessons learned in such a short amount of time. i leave with the strongest friendships i've ever had, new and old. but most of all? i leave overwhelming proud of the change i set forth within myself. i came here a villain and i'd like to say i'm leaving a hero. nothing can take away from the experiences i've had in this milestone game... i am so happy i did this.

#returnrevengeredemption #confessionals

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survivorgreatlakes-blog · 7 years

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Episode 4 - “I’d rather get spanked in the ass by karma herself” - Emmon

Oh my god! That tribal could not have gone any better than it did. It proves how strong trust can be, and that people can trust you back if you give them the chance to. Some of the Odawa members were just too social, and that was their downfall tonight.

BLESS. I am back to my tribe. Also literally went to exile for NOTHING since someone else found the super idol first, but whatever. I think i'm in a good spot now because of Queen Luke. ALSO BYE KAGE.

HAHAHAHAHA IM CACKLING FUCKKKK!!! All the lies I told Kage made him paranoid and then he went crazy. THEN I told all the people I trust that he's a crazy player and they believed me and now he's here in Redotion lake and I literally get to end his game omg. Poetic justice at its finest

Okay i bet all the records and I can die now.I didnt give 100% in the challenge because why huh ??? Kage is so ugly like his game is messy af.

I'm legit ecstatic lol. An idol was used to send out someone I didn't trust, my whole former tribe is not looking to be in the best spot, and I'm about to go take me a little vacation at exile :D

AHHH! Tribe swaps are never fun, especially when it's 4-4-1. But hey, we just have to keep winning at this point. This next week is the week i went home the last time i played, so i'm praying history doesn't repeat itself. I'd rather get spanked in the ass by karma herself than get out 3rd again.

Hi! I'm Luke and I just did THAT. The plan worked perfectly and Kage was taken out thanks to me. I was not ready for the fuckery of rocks this early in the game because I could have been rocked out and I ain't no Paschal English, Katie Collins or Jessica Lewis! I also think it's extremely fitting that the Oscars are happening tonight when my alliance is talking about the super idol because the Oscar should go to ME for acting shocked that it exists when I have it in my pocket ready to use for when I get voted out. Hopefully I won't have to use it until merge if I make it but (:

So Matt is telling me whilst at The Shoreline there is a new idol combination that's longer the previous one and I sWEAR TO GOD! IF Y'ALL! MADE MY SUPER IDOL FAKE! IN EXCHANGE FOR A NEWER HARDER TO FIND ONE! I'LL CHOKE!

I love the fact that the swap has forced me onto such a weird position, I'm not the one being pagonged but Meskwaki members that stayed on their tribe might be completely Anti-Odawa which could be bad for me. I wish Kage luck but he might get eaten up by Andreas so ehh, I hope the other 4 Odawa can stick it out. About the abduction it was most likely someone on NuMeskwaki but it definitely could be someone here as well, either way Odawa is screwed and whoever it was just did this in an attempt to get Adam safe and now the tribe is 5-4-1 :]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] why is everyone doing this to me i don't know how to be an underdog

i'm tired and every time i go to the shoreline i regret it and i always forget to search FUCK

I'm not gonna lie I was pretty sad to see that I was separated from literally every Odawa member and I might not see them until the reunion call which is pretty grim but probably true unless there's another swap. I really don't know the dynamic of this tribe but I'm really glad we keep winning and winning because I don't want to deal with tribal and not live up to the underdog role the game is practically forcing on me. The way I see it Meskawaki 2.0 is pretty much full-on boner assault on Anti-Odawa which has me concerned but my weak ass can't do anything about it so whatever.

i was bored so i started drama with andreas. i really have no idea what kind of game i want to play so far.... adam being added is extremely interesting because meskwaki now has majority 5-4-1. I feel like i can convince people to vote on my side for a game-changing vote. :D i wanna get some threats out while andreas aka the comp master iss till in redemption

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This is fantastic. People are LITERALLY THANKING US FOR TAKING KAGE OUT. I feel kinda bad, but he did it to himself. He didn't keep his mouth shut WHATSOEVER and he threw people's names around, especially mine, so that's grounds for elimination. Talk shit, get hit. I'm currently talking to Bodhi about the tribal council and he's asking for "reassurance we're still working together" and of course I say yes, but something doesnt feel right about it. He's using those petty ass cheeky emojis and it makes me not want to trust him. ESPECIALLY SINCE HE TOLD ADAM TO VOTE FOR ME! I'm leading him to believe I'm still on his side, but I can't say at this point if I want to or not yet. This is going to cause me to have to choose between allies, which I really don't want to do this early in the game. On one end, I have Luke and Eric, with Luke ready to flip on Eric whenever I flip the switch. I'm pretty close to Luke at this point, and to flip on him would be chaos. And then Bodhi, who comes as a package deal with Aidan and Christian. Hopefully, if worst comes to worst, I try to get Bodhi to vote Christian or Aidan since they're rarely around. Dana is in the middle with me, so we're going to have to choose if we have to go to tribal again. I plan on winning today though, because this is a challenge I'm actually good at.

Pet Peeve #1 = Attempting to correct me on the rules when you, yourself do not understand them......I love Matt but yikes, that's how you get on my bad side.

I knew Kage would try and slander my name once he got voted out. Sucks that I just pinned it on Eric and evaded attack...I mean, Eric did lie about the Super Idol saying it was just a regular one.....

Crow caws onward! Shook that we won that tribal immunity, but we did it! I've secured a spot in the final 17 without attending TC yet....good and bad, but still mostly good ;) Scott is clearly wary of me after my incident with Kage at Shoreline, but I actually don't need him :X I have a good relationship with both Kyle and Stoner so if the vote goes Anti-Meskwaki I should be in the loop....so Scott better not keep up this sort of untrustworthy attitude towards me or we're gunna have some issues....jeepers!

YYYYAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I got invited into an alliance and its not by tribal lines! Me, Julia, Augusto, Scott, and Kyle.....it's perfect. 2 from both Meskwaki and Wyandot - 1 from Odawa (so no tribe has majority within the alliance) and we all get along! This will definitely ensure all of our safety at this upcoming tribal considering the others will assume it's Old Meskwaki vs. Old Wyandot.... And I'm also glad that I wasn't the founder of the alliance so that if it does get exposed, I won't take the (full) fall for it and can recover.....this is amazing!

And now I find out that it's because of Kyle....I KNEW THAT BOND WOULD COME IN HANDY! Hey, I might be at the bottom of this alliance, but I'm in it! Like Jeff Varner once said, the answer is yes! This ship is sailing, and I don't know where it's going but I'm ON IT! >:)

Things have certainly shaken up here in the Great Lakes! Firstly, Wyandot won immunity last round which was amazing cause who knew what would've happened if we did. Meskwaki went to tribal and everything went perfectly, Dana and Carson stayed and Kage went... thankfully. After that dramatic tribal, Emmon told me he found an Amulet of Abduction and asked who we should take. He eventually decided Adam, which I wasn't opposed to as he is someone we could swing on over to our side. Emmon, being the lovely person he is, had me in his thoughts when he made that decision which I appreciate. Adam came to our tribe and everything was fine and dandy. Everyone decided to have a sex party or whatever at the Shoreline and it was REVEALED by Andreas that a super idol had been found. First of all, why is everyone but me finding advantages? Secondly, HE DID THAT!! It jumbled things up a bit and because I'm a messy bitch that lives for drama, I certainly didn't mind that. Whoever has it is lucky af!! Back at Wyandot, I decided to create a lovely alliance with Kyle and Scott. My thought process regarding that was the simple fact that we all were on different starting tribes and could spill all sorts of tea to each other. I also want to save myself by any means neccessary to get to the merge, so this is somewhat beneficial. If the alliance will be successful, I'm not sure. All I know is that we have to put rubber to road and see how things pan out.

For whatever reason, I am looking in all the wrong places! The Shoreline doesn't mesh well with me apparently, so yay for that! I do appreciate the fact that the other tribe gets to see me, so it could build up bonds and whatnot... which is the plan! My intuition is on-point because I totally suspected something would happen this round and surely enough, it's a double tribal council! Now we have to break down what we've built here on NuWyandot and it sucks, honestly. I wanted to escape tribal for a few more days to make sure I didn't go home. ;-; Now we just have to wait for the free-for-all to begin and for the bloodbath to commence. I was complaining about not playing the game, but I guess you truly get what you wish for out here. What I'm trying to do is build good relationships with everyone here and make side alliances if I need to. An alliance that is in the works is myself, Roxy, Kyle, Crow, and Scott which I'm fine with because I had made an alliance with Kyle and Scott a few days prior to that. The old Wyandot tribe wants to stick together, which is lovely! Honestly, it would be the best if maybe Dan went home cause it'd be easier for people to flip on him... especially due to the fact that he probably hasn't connected with everyone, at least in my eyes. My best bet would be him or maybe Adam? We'll see, but I really hope I can win immunity or something cause it's crucial that I make it through this round... I don't wanna flop again ;-;

I've been weighing out my options for this vote. I could either A) vote for Eric, stick with Aidan, and have Aidan be voted out 4-2. Or I could B) vote for Aidan, my closest ally from day 1, and have him go in a 5-1 vote. If I pick A, then I feel good about myself, but then Eric might not trust me. If I pick B, then I'll feel like shit for voting out my closest ally, but Eric might trust me. I want Eric, Luke, Carson, and Dana to all want to stick with me because Odawa is very dead now. If I can line up these targets correctly, I'll just ride it out until the end. But fuck, it hurts me very hard to vote out someone as close as Aidan.

#PowerWithinNumbers

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