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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Can you do with family and friends on with gavi broke things off w reader because it was too much and he loved her so much but got scared of love and broke up with her but reader was having a fashion show and Barca got tickets and when gavi found out he wanted to go and beg for you and everyone went to go get you back because they know how much he needed you but you were kinda hesitant to except returning back with him

Loved this request! I got kinda confused at the end, because of the mixed words but I got it after reading it a few times🥴🤭

(Influencer!Reader)

Work For It -P.G

Summary: He left and now he wants to be back...

Being a famous influencer had it's pros and it's cons. You try to always keep up with positive mind and change the negativity to positivity. And sometimes works, sometimes it doesn't.

One of the cons, is that you're always on the spotlight. You can't go out because you have a camera up to your face or fans screaming your name walking besides you trying to get their phones, markers and pictures into you. You basically have to create ways and manage yourself to have a private life.

The other of many cons, is that you almost never have time free. You're always doing something but you kinda like that because it keeps you active, so... Why not?

But being a huge influencer in Barcelona and you being a die-hard Barcelona fan means that the FC Barcelona wanted you to, kind of, promote them, use their newest jerseys, go to the matches and met the players.

Meanwhile that was the greatest thing for you because you are a fan, it was also one of the worst because you fell in love with one of them and two years later, broke up.

But how could you have been stupid enough to fall for the Golden Boy, Pablo Gavi?

He had swept you off of your feet with his charming smile, his sassy and messy attitude, joking around until he at least got one smile from you and then he just left you claiming that "It was too much", "I love you but I can't do this. Not to me and mostly not to you", "You deserve better" and simply just disappeared from your house, from your view and from your life.

So, seeing him, after almost a whole year in the fashion show you were in, along with the guys and a few WAGS, your whole stomach and body turned upside down

"What is he doing here?" You asked to your assistant and best friend, Michelle

"Do you forget that you and the Barcelona team are still connected? I believe the team gave them some tickets for the event" She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"You would've known that"

"Mikky was also invited, she could've been the one giving them the tickets" She said shrugging her shoulders "I know you don't want him around you, I'll make sure of that but you can't avoid him forever. It's time for you to pass the page and move on"

"That's the thing, Elle" You sighed "I can't seem to"

Yeah, you were still head over heels for the guy that left you without a good reason. You hated it, you hated yourself for that because as much as you wanted to, you couldn't erase those brown eyes and that sweet smile that once was directed to you with warmth, love and care.

"Maybe" She began "This is the clousure you need to keep on with your life and let him be just a nice part of your past" She shrugged her shoulders once more "C'mon, cariño. You gotta pose for the cameras and look pretty"

You smiled a bit at her words and made your way to the carpet, you soothed once more your outfit and plastered a smile, everything was going great until you felt someone tap your shoulder and when you turn around you find no one other than Pedri and Ansu.

"Hola" You said hugging him quickly

"Hola. It's nice to see you after so long" You nod at Ansu

"Bueno..." You shrugg your shoulders a little "What can I say?" The three of you laughed

"You look nice"

"Thanks, Pedri. You do too" He blushes

"Mind if we take some pics together? I miss my friend" You sighed, when Gavi cut all connections with you, you made sure to cut connections with all of them too, barely talking to the WAGs but other than that, no one else from their group.

"Sorry. It's not that easy" You said passing an arm around each boy's waist and pull them for pics

"I bet it isn't... It wasn't easy for him either" Ansu said

"Oh my god!! You're here!!" You heard a femenine voice call and soon a body collide with yours. Mikky. The four of you got out of the carpet and you smiled returning her hug "You're looking absolutely beautiful, I was waiting to see you! I missed you so much!!"

"You were also invited?"

"Of course I was" She pushed her hair back and you both laughed

"I missed you too, Miks" You hug her once more and from behind her you saw Alejandro, Torre, Ferran, Frenkie, Ousmane, Ter Stegen, Robert, Raphina, their wives/girlfriends and lastly Pablo. "And you managed to get almost Barca's whole squad tickets? I need you to tell me that secret because I can barely ask for a plus one" She laughed

"I told them about the show and I think it was Gavi who asked for the tickets, he was so desperate to get them" You raise your eyebrows as Pedri coughs

"Was he?" You turn to Pedri and Ansu, who simply nodded

"Look, babes... I know you two broke it off-"

"He was the one who broke it off, it wasn't me" You said shaking your head at Mikky

"He hasn't been the same without you, Y/N" Pedri said "It still affects him"

"Then if it does, why he did it?"

"He was scared" Ansu said as you laugh

"Scared?" You shook your head "I was scared too but you didn't see me breaking things up, I loved him Ansu and it completely hurted me when he just throw us to the dead line"

"Please, just listen-"

"If you guys came here for me to go back with him, you are in the wrong" You shook your head "You're welcomed to be with me if we don't talk about him, but if you're going to do that then I'll make my exit and wish all of you the best" You said as the rest of the guys approached

"Something's wrong?" Robert asked

You shook your head, smiling softly "I was just leaving" You waved at them and left in the opposite direction

You heard footsteps behind you and you could guess who was the one but still you didn't turned around until you were heading towards the bathrooms inside of the venue

"Can you stop speed walking?" He asked and you shook your head "We need to talk"

"I have nothing to talk to you, Gavi" You said and seconds later saw him standing in front of you blocking your way "Move"

"No"

"Please, move"

"We need to talk"

"You said everything you wanted to say a year ago, I'm done with that"

"But I'm not, Y/N. I'm serious"

"So am I..." For the first time in the night you looked at him in the eyes and sighed looking away before falling into its beauty once more "It was nice seeing you again, Pablo. But I think it's time to let it go, we're just nice strangers with nice memories in common" You moved around him and sending him a one last smile you started walking off

"I don't want to be a simple stranger for you" You managed to hear and you sighed

Neither you wanted him to be but that's what he had decided.

Two hours had passed from that little encounter you had with him and haven't seen him since that moment again, you were sat with your manager and Michelle, your best friend and assistant when she sighed

"What's wrong?" You ask

"Pedri, Ansu and Alejandro are coming" She said "Want me to back them off?" You roll your eyes turning around

You were about to open your mouth when Ansu beat you to it

"Look, I know you probably don't want to see us and you don't want us to talk about him" His strong response had you shocked "and we obviously aren't him to say what exactly went through his mind at the moment of breaking up with you"

"But what we do know is the fact he has been a completely mess because of it" Alejandro said "He's shit at practice and shit out of it. We thought that with time he would get over it, but it's been a year and you're still on his mind and nothing has changed, he still has your birthday picture as his lockscreen and he tries to hide the fact that he goes through your messages, sometimes I find him crying in the shower and other times he's sadly looking at pictures of you two. We can't see him like that anymore and we bet you are exactly the same when no one's around"

"We certainly don't know what he said to fuck what you guys had but he's definitely regretting it. That night of your break up, he came straight to my apartment to cry and kept on asking: "Why did I did that?" over and over again. I never understood what he meant by that until he finally told me that he didn't felt worthy of your love, that he was scared, there was so much going on for him, you knew it and you acted on it but he didn't wanted to feel like he was a burden, he didn't wanted to put any more preassure on your shoulders, his fans were hating on you and he couldn't bear to see you sad because of it. A lot of external facts were the ones who pushed him to make that decision" Pedri said

"But he still checks his phone for you everyday, he sometimes says: "She'll be doing this" or "she'd love this". He doesn't go out with his friends anymore, he basically stopped being that little ray that fucked us up with his moody attitude sometimes" Ansu said making the four of you laugh "We don't say you have to forgive him, we are just asking, for a friend's well being, for you to clear things up and be on the right side"

"You can still be friends, you can go back to what you guys had or simply just not be anything... And that's okay. We just want, for both of you, because you are our friend as well, the best in everysingle aspect possible"

Your eyes danced in between the three youngmen

"Where is he?" You ask whispering, feeling a knot in your throat

"He left"

You nodded, turning around you grabbed your purse and smiled at them "Thank you" They smiled and you hugged them, walking off.

You went into the car that brought you here and told them Pablo's direction. You started biting your nails nervous, why didn't he had said anything from that to you? Were you really still on his phone lockscreen? Does he still loves you, just like you love him after all this time?

You quickly thanked the man and left the car, you pushed your thumb into the gates and it opened, you going straight to his door which you banged over and over again until he opened

"¿Qué-?"

"Gimme your phone, please"

"What? Why?" You shook your head

"Please, gimme your phone, I need to check something" He shook his head as you quickly took it from his hands and saw the lockscreen.

It was both of you, on your 19th birthday party, you smiled before feeling the phone being grabbed away by an angry Pablo

"Why have you done that?"

"Why you still have that pic as a lockscreen?"

"You don't care about it"

"If I'm asking you is because I do"

Silence flowed in between the two of you

"Gimme the real reason why you broke up with me" You shook your head feeling the tears coming up "I don't buy the half assed bullshit, I want the complete thing"

He stood in silence

"How do you know?"

"Why? We were so good, so in love"

"I had a lot of things coming on me, I was stressed, I wasn't playing great, I didn't wanted to transfer my worries and my problems to you, because you had a lot of those for yourself. I kept pushing you away without wanting to, I was and am so in love with you it fucking hurts! My fans were sending you hate, all of that combined made me think I wasn't good for you, fuck, I was so scared of fucking it up but I still did it!" He looked up to the sky, his voice was trembling and his shoulders were shaking. He was crying. "And I hate me for it, all this time we could've been together and we aren't because I let my insecurities get the best of me"

"But we can work on them, we can work on this, on us" You said "I'm not willing to let you go, Pablo. I want us. But you need to work for it because I'm not ready to go through another heartbreak"

"I will, mi amor" You hugged his waist and he pulled you closer to him, kissing your hairline "I will make us work"

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 9 days

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05/03/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutt; Nathan Foad; Erroll Shand; AdoptOurCrew Convention Guide; Our Flag Makes A Difference; Fan Spotlight; MerMay; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Rhys Darby =

Samba did some great impressions of Rhys in his video below, but as much as we love those impressions sometimes there's no replacement for the real thing! So here's some Darby for you today!

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But wait-- there's more! New Cryptid Factor Episode! Check it out here on Spotify.

= Taika Waititi =

A quick additional photo from the shoot Taika did not too long ago! Photography by @atibaphoto Creative direction by @justinoshea

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In addition, Rita uploaded some quick photos of Taika today from the other TYPEBEA launch at a Sephora in NYC-- they were quickly deleted, so maybe they'll show up later again on her instagram. Thanks to @taikaarchives for catching them!

Img Src: The Taika Archives on Twitter

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's still raising money for @everymomcounts! You can still get access to his Crew For Life Shirt, as well as his Mother's Day Weekend baking class where he'll be making Rhys' favorite: Rosy Maple Moth Pie! Wanna get it on it? Head on over to: Stands for the shirt/cooking class, or just the cooking class here.

== Erroll Shand ==

Just a quick snapshot with Erroll and his pups <3 Always good to see him pop up on our feeds.

= Nathan Foad =

Nathan's always gotta look cute for the camera doesn't he?

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== Adopt Our Crew ==

Our friends over at Adopt Our Crew have created a Convention Calendar for 2024! First up is Basingstoke Comic Con May 10-12! Remember to tag them on IG and Twitter if you want to share pics, videos, etc!

Source: @adoptourcrew Twitter

== Our Flag Makes A Difference ==

Some of our lovely crew over at Our Flag Makes A Difference have started a new fundraiser, this time for the student protesters across the country who have been wrongfully arrested. If this is a cause you're interested in / have the capacity to hhelp out with, feel free to visit the GiveButter page. They're already at $1245 of their $10000 Goal.

== Articles ==

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

@melvisik's Cast Cards tonight is for James Barrington! One of the English Soliders that deserved to get slapped by Roach!

Src: @melvisik's Twitter

== OFMD Colouring Pages ==

More title cards from @patchworkpiratebear! Have some free time and need something to relax to? Pull out some crayons or art supplies and get those creative juices flowing!

= Stede & Ed (Calvin & Hobbes Redraw) =

More Stede & Ed comics by our magnificant @blakbonnet! She's given us so many adorable Calvin & Hobbes Redraws! Thank you Meow for giving us something silly and fun to look forward to in these crazy days. Please head over to her blog and send her some love <3

== MerMay ==

= Day 3: "A curse is a curse" =

= @blueberreads =

It's an older model-- but it checks out! Our kind and creative crewmate @blueberreads submitted a gif they made previously for today's MerMay! I'm not complaining! More cursed suit please!

= @snejpowa =

Our glorious and generous crewmate @snejpowa has been participating in the SaveOFMD Crew's MerMay as well! Check out some of their submissions below!

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies, it's been another very long day-- but we made it! We made it to the end of the week! Tomorrow is Saturday (it already is for some of you) so please oh please take some time to relax and get outside for a few minutes if you can.

I am fading fast, but I wanted to still send some love, so here's some notes from some other folks. Love you crew, take care of yourselves and do whatever you need to do to unwind this weekend (cry, draw, write, scream into the void, go outside for a walk, whatever you need).

Stay soft lovelies <3

Art below by @thelatestkate

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

This weekend we're going to be watching WWDITS 2014 + Rhys' episode of Wellington Paranormal, and Love birds on the RhysDarbyFaction server, so those movies are the theme tonight! Wanna join us? They start at 1 pm MT / 12 pm PT / 3 pm ET each day.

Tonight's gifs are courtesy of @ deliciousnecks and @ fandomsmeantheworldtome

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schismusic · 28 days

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Joy Division, or: how I learned to stop worrying and love New Order, too

Spring is weird as hell because one time you have this glaring sun that powers you up like being plugged into a wall outlet, then not five minutes later clouds begin to gather and you feel like you're going to die if anything goes south. So the most obvious combination to represent two sides of this same coin, emotional and meteorological, is Joy Division and New Order.

Sometimes you need Transmission or Shadowplay for the sunny days — impassioned jolts, sparks flying everywhere. Sometimes The Perfect Kiss hits harder on a cloudy afternoon, coming back home and in need of that extra push to not fall asleep in the train. It's surprising to realize the versatility displayed by both bands, or the same band in two different iterations according to whomever you ask. Peter Hook says, as late as 1993, that the laziest member of New Order is Ian Curtis. Or again this other person, in the comments under the Atmosphere official video on YouTube, who went to see New Order (Hooky-less New Order, which might be a relevant distinction) at the O2 Arena a couple of years ago and they gave an encore, says "Those of us who stayed got the privilege of watching Joy Division perform three of their songs". Interesting outlook on the matter. I personally saw Peter Hook and the Light play both Joy Division records and, I'm pretty sure, an encore comprised of just Love Will Tear Us Apart at the Arti Vive Festival in Soliera, back when it was still free to attend some of the events. I remember being pretty mad that Hooky had stopped to take pics with basically everyone and then left exactly as I was approaching. In retrospect I don't exactly blame the man, it was like midnight anyway. I remember nothing of the back trip home.

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My first contact with Joy Division happened when I was thirteen and very much in my prog era. I was in Rome staying at an aunt of mine's place for my fourteenth birthday and she told me I could get a CD, since I had gotten some money saved up over time. Some Facebook page dedicated to Pink Floyd I'd liked (yeah, Facebook at age thirteen — I literally just wanted to play a fucking Flash game, back when Facebook allowed them, and I ended up getting to be terminally online. Crazy how things turn out) used to share a lot of memes and fanart relating to the Unknown Pleasures album cover, and me being a massive Pink Floyd head at the time I thought "I mean, if these guys are pushing this band so hard, that's gotta mean something". The album cover was pretty striking, admittedly: a far cry from the paisley ass paintings that I had grown to accept as the gold standard for the music I liked, but its simplicity struck a chord closer to The Dark Side of the Moon, or perhaps The Wall. Those were records I liked a lot, probably called them "the best records ever made" to more than one person, not like they aren't but that's a very bold statement to make when your listening experience consists exactly of

Madonna's Confessions on a Dance Floor when I was six;

Daft Punk's complete discography (minus Random Access Memories, which wasn't out yet) when I was twelve;

Pink Floyd's complete discography, courtesy of a CD collection coming out with some Italian newspaper, that same year;

a couple random classic rock records recommended to me by older friends and relatives usually well into their fifties or sixties at the time, random people on Internet forums — which, for clarification, I did not actively attend, preferring to just lurk from time to time — and the OndaRock "milestones" page.

So browsing through the surprisingly expansive CDs section of this electronics shop in Rome, and being mesmerized by a vinyl rack in the days when Music on Vinyl was the final frontier of pretending you could re-analogue the digital ("you mean to tell me these are like CDs, but bigger? Whoever designed these truly lived in the future"), I came across that very same album art that had stricken me so hard. I had listened to the first seconds of the album on YouTube, but that weird drum sound — so echoey, so distant, ultimately not particularly powerful, meaning it didn't really sound like Bonzo: it sounded more like my own band, which at the time didn't even exist yet — I didn't really know what to make of. This store I was in had one of those preview listening machines that would scan the barcode on the CDs and give you a small snippet of the song. I pull the CD up to the scanner, the scanner lights up green, I put on the headphones and the solo from this comes up:

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Clearly they had to be kidding me. I had come to know, sneaking into infinitely many rehearsals with the band from my mother's town, what it sounded like when someone tried to play lead without something else filling up the arrangement (even though I didn't really know all that, or at least lacked the vocabulary to properly express it) and, for Christ's sake, didn't these guys notice rehearsing? It sounded empty, weirdly so, and it wasn't my thing, I thought. I put that CD away and picked up a band I knew I'd like — Genesis, specifically. So Nursery Cryme became the first CD I've ever paid with my own money, the very day I turned fourteen. Not a bad pickup. I remember being very impressed with the fast blurring lead guitar on The Musical Box and digging the sweet pastoral atmospheres of For Absent Friends and Harlequin. I still think of that record more often than one would probably assume looking at this blog, or my most played on Spotify. At the time, that was the best move I could take, really: why beat my head against a record that, as your average prog nerd ballbreaker, simply wasn't speaking to me?

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Then all of a sudden in August of the same year my friend's dad hands me a 16 gigabyte USB drive, full of random music from all eras of rock. A lot of it remains inscrutable to me for a really long time, most notably Tom Waits (see related post), but I spent the whole month reading random folder names, seeing if something catches my eyes, and at one point I come across the Mars Volta. Open the folder up, read the names of their first three records, and my first thought is "Christ, these guys look incomprehensible. I'm about to have some fun". Long story short: I end up having a lot of fun, the Mars Volta turns into my favourite band at the time and finding out that they had previously been called At the Drive-In makes me gain some measure of respect for punk rockers: if they tried hard enough, I must've thought, they could prog as hard as anyone. In the meantime the ghost of Joy Division remains at the back of my head. I feel like I'm missing something, for the first time in my life: it's not them, it's me. Too bad that same realization didn't occur to me when it came to the people in my life until much, much later, but that's being fourteen for you I suppose. Early King Crimson and the Mars Volta were the pinnacle of violence to me, and not even the very few Metallica songs I'd downloaded just to see what would happen scratched that itch. It felt a bit too cauterized for some reason (I would later find out I had been looking in the wrong direction the whole time: the Black Album "sucked", according to my favourite metalhead of the time, who somehow catalyzed my interest from the very second I saw him in the school's courtyard. Hard to imagine why I would imprint on people like puppies do, but what the fuck, not like I've ever outgrown that anyway, I've just gotten better at managing it). But I felt there was more than violence to this, or different forms of violence. When Christmas came around and my relatives tried to get me presents, my mother asked if there was anything specific I was interested in, and I basically told her "look, if they can get me some CDs off of this list, I'm golden". It had some bangers on it, namely Noctourniquet by the Mars Volta — it's one of their best and I will die on this hill, be warned — and The Downward Spiral, which might as well warrant its own post in an ideal world. But the best of them all I think came from a random purchase, once again with the little money I had lying around at the time.

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Closer appears to be, right away, a bit more concrete, and if there's something inexperienced music fans like is a pretty packaging that conjures a strong emotional response before they've even played the record. Compare a color-inverted graph of pulsar emissions to a literal funerary monument. Opening up the booklet I was shocked to see that Genesis was used as a negative point of comparison (bad omen, I thought) by people close to the band, and I came across much more detailed information about Ian Curtis's untimely demise — at that time, something far too removed from my experience to be faced with the delicacy and attention it deserves. Atrocity Exhibition hits like a ten-ton truck, a reference which at the time I wouldn't have been able to make for obvious reasons, and Isolation exposes all the nerve tissue under the skin. Passover comes in and strips everything even barer, and then A Means to an End turns… danceable, for some reason? Big emotional moment with The Eternal and Decades, which I thought actually took them closer to my usual tastes. And yet at the same time I kept looking at Colony, Heart and Soul and Twenty Four Hours as the most compelling cuts. Geometric assault sounding like sheet metal if it were music; rhythmically driven emptiness that serves as a minimal backdrop for depressed poetry, and finally a rocking ebb-and-flow that would probably inform a lot of my interest in GY!BE-like post-rock in the coming years. Very interesting to think that the same guys who'd done Unknown Pleasures could think of this. To this day, when asked, I still do think that Closer is the best Joy Division record, but what does it even mean when the records are exactly two, compilations notwithstanding?

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It was around this time that it came to my attention that both Joy Division and another band called New Order had a record called Substance out, both published by the same recording company, both coming out within a year of each other. Looking it up, it turns out it's fully intentional, because New Order is simply Joy Division minus Ian Curtis. It would turn out to be a tad bit more complex than that. Anyway, I look New Order up and kind of have to do a double-take. Synthpop? In my Joy Division? More likely than you'd think, considering Isolation exists. But yeah, that sort of seals it — I wouldn't care about this New Order for a million years. Until all of a sudden a couple of years later David Sylvian bursts like a comet in my face, which of course leads me straight to Japan, the same year as I'd come across Berlin-era Bowie, and you can probably guess where this is going, right?

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Well, you'd be wrong. I still don't check out New Order. There's a whole new world open to me — vaporwave and therefore R Plus Seven come to my attention, which leads me to dissect that record like an alien tool of unclear purposes. This of course leads me onto an ambient tangent, taking me back to my Tim Hecker listens of that same year, which has the effect of renewing my interest in "pure" electronic music and the then-rising post-dubstep movement. The sheer experience of sound, the dazzling modernity and innovation, is what's in at the time. I have no time for nostalgia-pandering dimwits: the future awaits. Then all that jazz from the first Godflesh post hits, then God pulls the funniest gag in the history of viral infections to my memory, and I have some time to actually look back, a bit less prejudiced. As it turns out, synthpop is not the devil, as some of you might have surmised by now, and as I relisten to Blue Monday I realized I have never listened to either of the Substance record. I do know some, most perhaps?, of the tracks on the Joy Division one, and I do think the New Order one has the more striking cover art — not to mention I knew, by this time, that this was the one to give Metal Gear Solid 2: Substance its name, and that Your Silent Face soundtracked one of the most memorable moments in Nicolas Winding Refn's Bronson. As the ultimate Hideo Kojima stan, I couldn't let this slide, so I pop the record on and get hit with this:

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Way to go, guys. Holy shit. I knew that Ceremony was a Joy Division cut before they could record it, but what the hell — Bernard got it, too. It wasn't a matter of singing ability with songs like these, it's just getting it, finding the right energy. They had that right energy. And then it hit me just as many times these dudes have made Blue Monday over and over again before actually getting it right, and everytime I look into it it's funnier and funnier to realize just how many different attempts it took them to finally be Kraftwerk, but augmented — with the stellar results we all know. Everything's Gone Green, 5 8 6, Temptation potentially, all lead up to this one moment in the history of dance music where somehow three dudes and a girl hailing from Manchester managed to out-gay the Pet Shop Boys (by their own admission, apparently), to shake the whole world's collective booty, to do whatever it is they were supposed to do in this last comparison that would ideally make the previous one a bit less obnoxious but whatever, it's 3am as usual, you know how it goes by now don't you? But then after Blue Monday the record keeps going, and thank god it does, because it's banger after banger. How do these guys keep doing it?

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So I spend some time with that record, then it fades down, then it comes back up last month, when the weather calls for it and its parent company. Which is when I find myself watching the Control movie for the first time, surprisingly enough seeing as I already enjoyed the work of Anton Corbijn as a photographer. Looking at all that, it is revealed to me that Joy Division never really having died is not a bug, it's a feature. Everyone is gasping, I get it, but please pick your jaws up and check this out: the band has never learned how to play their respective instruments. One might go so far as to argue they play their own stuff their own way, and that's basically it. Nothing could be further from the truth. These guys jammed, a lot; that's how Joy Division wrote songs, that's how New Order wrote songs, even going as far as having Bernard Sumner fucked up on acid so he could find the chorus to Temptation or the whole band bombed out of their minds on X in Ibiza clubs to write, basically, the entirety of Technique — and even then, not really, there's a couple jangly tracks that the X would most likely render unlistenable but what do I really know? Point being: it might now have been sparked by a music teacher or instructor, it might not have been the product of a process comparable to that within Television, which led them to organically seek out better, more "by the book" musicianship, but New Order were incredibly familiar with their instruments, had formed an element of comfort and understanding that counterbalanced the alien-ness to music terminology.

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Peter Hook recently uploaded a Yamaha-sponsored video to his Instagram, which I am pretty sure has a say in running, where he jams on a Yamaha bass and, you know, it sounds like Hooky alright, but it's never a discernible bassline until he kicks into the A major strumming that opens Love Will Tear Us Apart. Before that, he just strolls around the neck, leisurely strumming away at power chords imbued with that thick chorus and reverb combo he became renowned for. I would never, in my wildest dreams, have imagined I'd find myself thinking "okay, awesome, stop talking — I want to hear you jam a bit more" referring to one of the musicians who were part of possibly two of the craziest storiest in the history of contemporary rock'n'roll, also notorious for playing the rockstar whilst carrying the minimum possible baggage of technical knowledge he could. Once again, this is nowhere near a knock to the man — quite the opposite. Ian Curtis asked "persistence, well, what does it matter?", and Hooky (and, of course, the other members of New Order) found a way to constructively answer that question. Moments before Coil, but a bit later than Israel Regardie, they said "persistence is all" and built a brand on finding a way to consistently sound like splendid, eternal, golden children: "like crystal", impassionate, tightly-knit performers with the purity of a child's heart. Ian Curtis had, in certain ways (at least artistically), the purity of a child in his heart, which some might even argue was a distinguishing feature of most of his literary idols — if you think about it, William Burroughs could be your dirty-minded classmate who walked in on his parents sharing an intimate moment in the bedroom (had his parents been gay men, the metaphor would probably fly better, but that most definitely wasn't the case). So the heart of Joy Division remains untouched, if a bit more naked. Heroes of post-punk, sons of the silent age, you can sleep soundly tonight.

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lacrimosathedark · 2 years

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Hello. I love Conner Kent and have compiled pretty much every time Conner and Tim have had any kind of intimacy since he was brought back to canon.

Let’s go in order!

Young Justice 2019 (not to be confused with the OG)

For the record, this is pre-bisexual-realization Tim. tbh I’ve been thinking about just how bitter Tim sounds here despite still being oblivious to how freaking gay he is. Like, seriously “Whatever dumb thing or person makes him happy makes me happy.” Like, why they gotta be dumb, Timbo? While not anywhere near as weird, it also feels very strong for Tim to say with his whole-ass chest “he’s my best friend and I love him” solely given how recently he recovered those memories. But if they had resolidified into him by that point, it’s not too strange. Stronger things have been said about them and by them.

Conner goes right for Tim. (In fairness, Cassie’s already got him and Bart isn’t in the room yet, but still)

(Also please join me in desperately trying to ignore the Drake outfit for the next few images because Yikes)

Conner was being such a Mom to Bart before this that this just reminds me of when they started Young Justice and he made a comment about how Bart would be a handful for other heroes or parents and Tim just gave him a Look and he was like “Oh, no! I am NOT the mom!” Sure, Jan.

More cute Bart, but it’s just...the thought. Bart knew Tim would want to see pics of Kon punching Luthor in the face and I love that for them.

I couldn’t not include the subsequent hug. THEY’RE SO FRICKIN CUTE.

That’s about it for Young Justice (and thankfully Drake). Next is the Tim Drake Pride Special, most of which is also in Batman: Urban Legends. Though Conner is only in Urban Legends for this one hot sec.

Kon doesn’t end up helping with Bernard because Tim is a stubborn dumbass with a habit for self-sabotage. But he saves the day and gets the boy anyway.

(For the record, I am endgame TimKon 100%, but Tim and Bernard are also very cute together and I’m so excited to see more of them! Honestly, read the new Tim Drake: Robin comics they are so flippin cute and we get to see Bernard being a ridiculous conspiracy theorist like he was on New Earth and it’s actually pretty funny and so cute UGH)

Then this is I think exclusive to the Pride Special, and we are post Bisexual Awakening.

So many people loved this page. Including me. But this part of the special was more about getting Tim to talk to Stephanie again. Because he’s an awkward loser who is trying to find himself and will occasionally just distance himself from people to do so. Despite generally being self aware and knowing better.

Anywho, the following is from Dark Crisis: Young Justice. Which isn’t too bad, but sometimes feels a bit wonky, especially with the girls. But it’s not totally out of character, especially given the Fresh Trauma, and it gets in the boys’ heads. And there’s...A Lot.

This is...well, these are Cassie’s thoughts. The plot hole made here, “Conner never find[ing] out” which shouldn’t be true because both Cassie AND Tim told him about this, is hand waved later because the whole thing with Rebirth is everyone’s memories are Fucked. I mean, Kon and Bart should have not been included in that because they were “off-world” when the N52 reboot happened which is the explanation for the 90s/2000s versions to come back basically as they had been, but y’know. Comics.

But anyway, this is bringing up, in case you live under a rock and were unaware, the time when Kon died and Cassie and Tim started dating for a hot second almost entirely because of their shared grief over Kon. Cassie had literally been in a Superboy cult and Tim was in the desperate process of trying to clone him.

You know. Fun times.

Dark Crisis actually has a lot of Kon@Tim stuff. I mean, plenty of the mutual affection still, but Kon is very focused on Tim, whereas Tim is trying to be more logical and, funny enough, listening to Bart.

Everyone forgets Bart is Super Smart, in part because he’s actually naturally clever but has a goober personality, but also because part of his trauma response to getting his kneecap blow off and having to have surgery done with little to no anesthetic because his metabolism burned that shit right out, he literally consumed an entire library. Like, read every single book there at super speed. Boy Knows Things. Plus he’s experienced to much more trauma since then, he’s become a quick thinker (pun always intended).

But you’re not here for my Bartholomew Is Great lecture, you’re here for TimKon!

Coffee Boy Confirmed

Oh, Tim...

All three of them go flying out of a car and Kon grabs Tim, but fuck Bart I guess? Bart brings this up later but it’s still frustrating. Sure, Tim and Kon are besties, but they love Bart. He’s not a third wheel in their friendship. He’s part of it. Just...sigh.

I love “You know I can run, right?” This is just a little glimpse into while Kon’s brain seems almost exclusively reserved for self pity and Tim, and Tim is still very much more focused on Conner, Tim is still paying attention to Bart (even if he doesn’t feel like it). Tim didn’t need to grab Bart at all, but why not?

Again, Kon brushing Bart off entirely, and Tim acknowledging Bart’s point but still showing preference to Kon.

Tim is So Done with these two and it’s so funny.

Also want to note, “process this with Babs later”. Is Babs acting as his therapist? I think she has the training, or at least a degree in psychology? That would actually be kinda sweet.

This seems so much more “ow my heart” out of context...the context is, Kon is being a dick to Bart. Tim ultimately disagrees with Conner, but not enough for Bart to not storm off, as seen below.

For the record, that’s not Cassie. Which is pretty obvious from the jump. But even here...yikes.

This stunned look (which is oddly glassy-eyed and unnerving tbh...) is in direct contrast to his calm understanding when Cassie actually told him, and then when Tim tried to talk to him about it. He was initially like “that’s kinda fucked up, but I get it and I forgive you”. Which...honestly sounds super big and sweet, but he also had pretty much the same reaction to “I was in a Superboy revival cult” and “I tried to clone you 90+ times and considered tossing you in a Lazarus Pit” so...

What I’m saying is Kon, in true Kent fashion, is a himbo.

But this could set off so many trains of thought here. Cassie told him it was out of grief that she did it--Tim never gets to explain his side. But what if it was a grief reaction for Tim? (It was.) Does that mean he was projecting his feelings for Conner onto Cassie? (Probably.) Tim knows he likes boys now, does that mean he liked Conner? (Likely.) Either way, what does Kon do with this?

Okay, this isn’t TimKon, but these boys are so fucking funny. Have I mentioned that I love Tim Drake? Because I love him. (Also reminds me of the time when Bart’s head was fucked up and he thought he was Batman...look, the 90s were weird, okay?)

They just had a fight and Tim’s first move is to stabilize and comfort Conner. Just....aaaaaaaaaaaa

And then we get to the fourth issue...which is probably my favorite because we’re finally in Conner’s head! We’ve been bopping between Bart and Tim until now (and also Cassie and Cissie elsewhere), but nearly this whole comic is Kon’s POV and it’s both hilarious and a little heartbreaking. I...I love him. He is my Favorite.

So, they’re being attacked by a whole fake Justice League and Titans (I see Roy and Kory and Kyle and Donna and--) and Big Bad is fucking with the sound waves. Until Conner is like, “Okay, but what if we didn’t?”

He’s the one who’s been trying to convince the other two that this fake world is okay, that it’s better and they should stay, despite things being noticeably Off, and despite the distinct lack of Jon, Damian, and Wallace. (As far as I know, Bart doesn’t know Wallace too well, but Kon and Jon at least met and got on okay, and Tim and Damian are...well, they’re at a point in their relationship of begrudging respect and affectionate verbal violence rather than, y’know, actual violence). Bart wants to GTFO, and Tim was wishy-washy at first, but at this point is firmly with Bart and wants out. I mean, he started getting Bad Vibes when Fake Batman said him wanting to date Bernard over Stephanie was “just a phase”. I didn’t include that image despite loving it, but Tim’s internal thoughts are, verbatim, “@#$&#&* what?” which can, I would guess, be translated to, “Fucking what?” Tim is very curse-y in this series.

But I’m getting sidetracked. Kon wants to stay, the others want out, and Kon throws a bitch fit.

“The man was too stunned to speak”

Poor Bart, figuratively and literally carrying this fucking team.

Here we go.

Hey. Hey, Conner. Buddy. What the fuck does that mean, man?

I cannot begin to tell you the number of ways this page hurts me. Just...all three of them are so fed up with everything and aaaaaaaaa

And then Bart rightfully goes off.

Like, that’s not quite true, but it sure do be feeling that way right now. And while even in this post I’ve shown just how much both of them can care and pay attention to Bart, they have always been more focused on each other. At first it was because Tim was secretive and Kon thought he had a stick up his ass meanwhile Conner was new to the world and being actively manipulated by people. And then it’s because they’re best friends. Like, heterosexual life partners levels of best friends. Platonic (or not-so-platonic) soulmates levels of best friends. They both consider Bart their best friend too, but they hold each other above pretty much everyone else. Which, after they’ve all lost some footholds in reality with their seniors missing, those small slights feel more pointed and are getting to Bart a lot more. He’s hurting and Tim’s the only one listening, but Tim is favoring Kon and it’s driving him up the wall. All that frustration and resentment come to a head. Hopefully to be resolved.

I’ve made this a Young Justice Boys post instead of just a TimKon post, but I regret nothing!

For the sake of my image limit I haven’t given everything I love about this issue, but even if you don’t read the rest (which is fair, it gives some people Bad Vibes at the start) please read this issue. Conner’s inner monologue is so stupid and so funny and I love him so much.

But anywhozits, proceeding!

I want it noted that Bart was attacked right before this and is held on the ground but Conner immediately goes for Tim. Unbelievable.

(I refuse to crop out Bart when he’s funny)

I’m, uh, not a fan of Superboy’s face here, but y’know, more him focused on Tim. While Bart is in a similar predicament.

He finally mentions Bart...after he seems to have nearly been able to save himself.

(Yes, the bad guy’s name is Mickey. Yes it’s awful, but that’s the point. I think.)

Now, here’s a big point for me, so I’m breaking down the page.

Mickey-boy conjures up images of new and revised characters (ex. Jon Kent and Harley Quinn) and Tim sees

And the next panel?

He sees Tim looking at the image of his boyfriend...and he changes his tune.

And they they all go off on a speech that’s touching in context but incredibly cheesey out of it. Also a bit obnoxiously meta, but so is this whole storyline.

“What are you gonna do about it, Conner Kent?” I don’t know why that gets me so much but it does.

That’s all for now. Last DCYJ comes out November 15 and I’ll probably edit this post at that point to add what’s in there but I’m impatient and made this whole thing and I need people to love and appreciate these boys.

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Pov: An Alpha Racer just spot a Hot Influencer Chick in the Dubai Desert when he’s practicing how to Desert Race.

An Alpha Racer: Fuck! She is so Hot! Gotta get My Dick sucked by her!!! I’m sure she’ll do it, I think I’ve seen her face on my Onlyfans For You Page! I gotta help her on her Content!

(Going to her Direction)

An Alpha Racer Teacher: Hey Where The Fuck is he going?!

(A couple of minutes later)

An Alpha Racer while getting a blowjob from The Hot Influencer Chick: Yeaaahhhh Suck My Dick!!! Yeah, you can recorded it while you’re doing that, just make sure you blurred out my face! I have a reputation to uphold! Ahhhhh Yeah!

An Alpha Racer Teacher: Hey What The Fuck are you doing?!

An Alpha Racer: Just helping her out Man! I’m Networking! (Speaking to the Influencer) Hey can we take a pic after this? Just an innocent PG 13 pic? Yeah I need to build up my followers on Ig and I think people will like me more if you appear on my feed. Ooohhhh The Video? Yeah you can still posted it, just make sure you blurred out my face, you can show my Abs though because they’re amazing, just blurred out my face!!! I can use a little bit of scandal, OOoohhhh and can you wipe your face first before we take a pic, Thank you!

An Alpha Racer Teacher: Fuck I can’t believe this!

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lovearne · 2 years

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Colonel

Rick flag x afab reader

All of my fics and my whole page is 18+ only, if you are a child leave. I deserve a safe space to express myself, all blogs under 18 or no age will be blocked. Let me enjoy my experience safely on the internet, thank you.

Warnings: Brat reader, sex themes, dirty talk (mild), oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, masturbation, nude picture descriptions, masturbation on camera, sexually frustrated rick flag, jealous rick flag

Word count: 2.2K+

I meshed two requests for this fic, I hope ya’ll enjoy reading <3

I’m humbly begging for “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” With Rick flag

making eye-contact with your partner from across the room, gesturing at them to follow you outside and this with rick???

Hey babe, when do you come home? You texted Rick, he'd been gone all day and it was starting to annoy you. It was supposed to be his day off but it's currently 18:00 and he hasn't even texted you.

Sorry darling, I'll be heading home within the next two hours, Waller just has me slammed today.

You sigh, he'd just gotten back from a 2 week long mission and you haven't even seen him yet. You know he slept beside you because his side was messy, but you hadn't actually spent time with him for more than 2 weeks. You haven't been intimate for 3 weeks, much too long for your liking, life has just been very hectic. The both of you had decided that when you two were going to be apart that you wanted to spend time with each other, sex wasnt a need in your relationship, besides you were babysitting that week, so you had two little cock blockers.

I miss you though :( You had sent back. Followed by a few crying face emojis. He always breaks when you get pouty with him, that bleeding heart of his. God you love that man.

I’m sorry darling but I’m really tied up here, I want to come home to you badly but just need to wait it out sweetheart.

Your frown had deepend on your face. Pulling down to your chin. Can’t you just do it faster? I really need my colonel to report to duty. An idea born into your brain, you smirk. Walking over to where Rick's military issue uniform was kept quite neatly hanging in a bag in the closet. You unzip the bag, grabbing out his decorated colonels jacket out of it. Turning to grab his beige ball cap with the American flag out of his top drawer. Returning to your phone you see several messages.

Babe I know. Fuck, don’t call me that, you know what that does, and I’m at work.

Babe?

Oh, so you’re fucking with me? You’ll pay for that later daring.

The last one sent a shiver down your spine. Sending a message of your own. Oh hush up colonel, I’m right here baby. Gotta make you worry every once in a while. make s the heart grow fonder.

Yeah, whatever the fuck thats supposed to mean.

You scoff into the room at his response. Taking your clothes off one at a time, taking a picture of each piece, after taking a picture of yourself. Dressing in just his jacket and hat afterwards.

Colonel?

Fuck babe, your gonna get me hard at my desk, stop that. You laugh.

“Jesus am I evil,” You laugh into your, no ricks jacket sleeve. Bet I could make you super hard without much effort baby boy. You bite your lip hitting the send button. You can imagine Rick's face as he reads that line, watching as the three typing bubbles appear.

What? What did you just call me. Got him. You smile wide, sending the first picture you took, dressed in your regular clothes. Seeing the read status right underneath as soon as it was sent. You had the man on the edge of his seat.

Oh darling, you're so beautiful. Your heart skips, everytime without fail, everytime he compliments you, he makes you feel like the only person in the world.

You send him a picture of your shirt thrown on the floor.

Doing laundry sweetheart? You chuckle at his reply, sending the pic of your pants also in the pile. All he sent this time was a single question mark. You send him the pic of your bra joining the pile.

Don’t you fucking dare. Your spine sends a shiver down your body getting a true thrill from this, from teasing him. Sending a picture of your damp panties. Watching again as the bubbles pop up and disappear four times before his message comes through.

This is your warning, stop or you will pay for it when I get home. You smile very cheekily.

What if that's exactly what I want, Colonel Flag? Gonna spank me for insubordination? That's kinky sir. You smile, pretty proud of yourself and the comeback you sent. Wow, sometimes you surprise yourself with your sassiness and attitude.

I’m beginning to think you need to be reminded of your place. Do you need to be put back in your place? You smirk, leaving the text on read, posing for the camera, taking a few sensual pictures in his hat and coat. Sending him one first of you on your knees set slightly apart, hands reaching into your hair head back and back arched. The lapels of his coat barely hanging covering your nipples, showing him the curves of your breasts, the apex of your thighs and your throat exposed.

Hmm, I dunno sir, looks like I’m the colonel now, no?

Oh fuck You laugh at his short response, it had been sent five minutes later than when it was opened. You need to take that off. Babydoll you’re really distracting me at my workplace. C’mon have some mercy on an old man. You scoff, deciding to play with him a little more.

No mercy for the opposing soldiers. Don't you think I look hot in your jacket? You wait patiently for his response.

God, you're killing me today. I think you look beautiful in my jacket darling, you look amazing baby, I promise. Biting your lips, you send him one where his jacket is slipped off one shoulder, one breast uncovered, and your smooth thigh being completely uncovered.

How about this? Is this good for you?

Holy fuck. You can almost see Rick's eyes bulging at that comment. Yes darling, take it off.

You send him another of your top half with no more coat.

Good, so good darling. Now, can you please put that back?

Instead you send him a picture of the tops of your thighs, your panties on the floor visible in the frame.

You have no idea how hard it is.

What? Your cock? Because good, come home now I’ll be waiting on my knees. Your boldness on that comment made your cheeks red.

How to keep it together in this meeting right now. You smile mischievously.

You prop your camera to angle towards the apex of your legs, pressing record on your phone. You start by rubbing slowly up and down vertically, catching your clit a couple of times, Sweet moans escaping your mouth, being picked up by your camera. Sending a minute-long video. Almost immediately after you sent the video, Rick had replied.

I’m warning you. You send back a frowny face. Setting the camera up again, pressing record and getting to work. Thinking back to the time Rick had drug you out of a charity event to blow him in the alleyway.

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Rick always gets invited to these places, fancy charity parties. Where the rich sit around pretending that they give a shit. It's not like Rick makes a lot of money either. He's just a highly decorated Colonel in the United states army, a hero of the people. He had been dragged away by different officers and the general as soon as the two of you arrived.

You were currently dancing with one of the wealthier men at the event, deciding that since Rick ditched you, you were going to have fun instead of standing and waiting like an obedient dog. The man's hands were resting on your waist and around your back, much too close for Rick's liking, he had been standing watching you from across the room. A lady had cut into the dance, wanting a new partner, which was when you locked eyes with rick.

He gestures his head to the side, toward the exit door, walking over to it, and then out. You followed, closing the door softly as you exit.

“Jus’ what the fuck did ya think you were doin’ little lady?” You gulp, hearing his tone, he was not happy.

“I was dancing Ricky. You know what dancing is, yeah?” He crosses his arms, bobbing his head once, agreeing.

“And who were ya dancing with? Hmm?” His eyes weren’t angry, voice firm and face pulled in displeasure, creating his handsome skin.

“Just some-” He cuts you off.

“With not fuckin’ me. That's who. I am your only dance partner, understand?” His eyes reflected his feelings.

“Oh Rick, are you jealous?” You feel his hand grab at your jacket sleeve.

“Maybe I just need to show you who you belong to then?” He pushes you to your knees, you willingly kneeling on the pavement for him. “Now, I’m gonna fuck your mouth, if ya need to tap out, just push or hit my thigh, ok pretty baby?” You nod, watching as he unbuckles his belt, and undoes his button, pulling his pants and boxers to just below the swell of his ass.

Your eyes watch his hard cock bounce free, licking your lips at the event in your very near future. Rick pumps his shaft a few times, making a show of his body shivering and his satisfied groan.

Stepping closer to your body, you sit up, opening your mouth wide, you patiently wait for his cock to enter. Instead, Rick traced his tip against your top and bottom lips, you moaning as he does.

“Oh fuck babe, you are already doing so good.” Rick gasps at you.

You lean forward, leaving a wet kiss on his tip, sucking softly at the reddened skin there. Rick grunts, leaning against the wall for support.

He pushes the first few inches of his cock into your mouth, he knows you have to build up to the whole thing, go at your own pace. You set the pace to start, even when he was upset, Rick was still loving and respectful. Fisting the rest of his cock, you hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head along his cock.

“Oh fuck darlin’,” Ricks head falls back against the concrete wall. “Fuck baby so good.” You move your head further down, moving you hands to place them neatly on the backs of his thighs, telling him he could start fucking your throat. His hips immediately rocking against your face, pushing deeper each time. When he starts to pick up the pace, you trail your hand to his ball sack, lightly squeezing and massaging it.

Rick grunts above you, fucking your mouth harder than before, his balls slapping against you chin and spit dribbling out of your mouth obnoxisly. Ricks grunts getting more frequent and more desperate, slamming his cock right down your throat, pistoning in and out. “Oh fuck, fuck darling gonna cum, of fuck!” Rick tries to pull out and shoot his load on the ground, but you firmly plant your hands on his ass cheeks, sucking on just his tip, bringing him to a body shaking intense orgasm, his cum spurting into your mouth, and you swallowing it down, showing the man your clean tongue. His head spinning as you talk to him, eventually just pulling his pants back up for him ,sitting him against the building.

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Playing that day back in your memory, you focus on the faces and sounds rick had made, moaning as you now have your fingers in your pussy, fucking in and out with vigor. Moaning out Rick's name as you get closer and closer, thinking about the sounds he made when he was cumming, bringing yourself to the edge as well.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Rick, oh my god,” You pant as your pleasure cuts off your intelligent words, mumble screaming how pretty he sounds, how good he looks. “Oh rick! I’m cumimng, oh, oh Rick! Fuck!” You feel your release leak between your fingers, your hand bringing you down from your high, stroking gently and slowly. Stopping, your legs both fall to one side, your hand resting between your thighs, waiting for your brain to start working again.

When you calm down enough, you reach back for your phone. Saving the whole video, and then editing a copy so it's just your release, sending it to Rick and reading your missed messages.

Babe? Then a few minutes later.

Baby? Are you upset? I love you

Darling? Are you ok?

Hey sweetheart, I’m heading home soon.

The read receipt shows on your latest video, the dots popping up again, this time it took a few seconds for him to respond.

I’m coming home right fucking now.

You have enough time to clean yourself up, and put the coat back on by the time he opens the door downstairs.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” Rick's booming voice crashes through the house, so loud it reverberates off the walls. You head his hurried footsteps up the stairs, his shoes squeaking as he books it into your room.

“Oh, and impersonating a US army soldier. Double the punishment darlin’, hope it was fucking worth it.” He dives into bed, biting and grabbing at your showing skin and levelling to attach his lips to yours, giving you a deep kiss. You were a moaning mess beneath him in no time.

“Damn darlin’ missin’ me that much?” You whine and nod.

You just knew you were going to be up most of the night.

#rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #rick flag #rick flag imagine #joel kinnaman x reader #joel kinnaman x you #joel kinnaman #the suicide squad #suicide squad #arne writes #requests

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MvA: The M Files, take-a-peek, pt. 5

Chapter 6:

Dr C's origin story video was a 20-second one-take recording of his accident, so there's little to no room for any deviation from the movie. Still, may this NOT disappoint

Gotta love alliterations but carnage means "widespread murder". And I don't think this sort of kids' book would be willing to show a bloodbath

I just realized, where are the stairs leading to those massive doors?

A pin-up in the audience, wth? Even the guy to her left is saying the same thing

Genetic teleportation device. Makes sense cuz teleportation was the topic of scientific research & experimentation in both Fly movies but this time the bug mutation is intentional. The video game only talks about the genetic part: recombinant DNA (fact: this term wasn't coined until the 70s, so Dr C was ahead of his time). Thanks, M Files, for a better elaboration beyond just a scientific machine

Is it just me or have the illustrators eventually said, "heck with it! let's just get this done & over with!" and got lazy? Taking a look at the last two chapters/the last post, I'm beginning to wonder

Ok, we get a better visual of Dr C's hairstyle. I put this pic in a grayscale filter and his hair in the movie was definitely darker than this ash brown-blond color (I like to think it's dark brown)

That shirt & tie. So much for that turtleneck. But from what I've gathered, the illustrators for a number of kids' books about the movie were given art references (besides the concept art) from DW months before the movie came out. Dr C's swap from the tie to the turtleneck didn't happen until later in the making of the movie; pretty much all the concept art of him show a shirt & tie. I don't know about you but I wanna see that reference art, every piece of it! As a fan of this glorious franchise, may my prayers be answered!

Whozits. Lol

Srsly? Portable phones, or phones that didn't require a cord, were a thing of dreams in the 60s. And what kind of haircut are you guaranteed? A trim? A buzz cut? And chocolate tastes AWFUL after you brush your teeth, and the average adult doesn't drink hot chocolate on a regular basis. It's coffee, if anything. Or even more realistic in the early 60s: a phone that lights a cigarette. You ever watch mid-century period dramas like Mad Men or Call The Midwife? Every other person smoked back then--anytime, anywhere! But this is a kids' book, again. Smoking/tobacco use is nowadays a reason for something not to be rated G. Istg, my inner historian has been doubled over & screaming in pain since this chapter began! Ok, enough whining

The fat guy's constant *ahem* cracks me up tho

Was this presentations of scientific discoveries or a glorified science fair? Dr C had discovery in mind while the fat guy had fair in mind. Imo, that genetic teleportation device was way more practical than a phone with hygiene & hot chocolate powers, not just super scientific

Unsurprisingly, Doc had his own fanbase on a university campus

Say "they called me crazy but I'll show them" without saying "they called me crazy but I'll show them"

Ok, is it just me or did the color pallet change on this page?

Didn't think that the machine was red. Also, the shirt is now black

"Whoops! I made a mistake!" "Just keep going, Jim. We've got a deadline."

So, he's just going with it without actually testing it on something else? That IS mad

I wish we saw more of his face in this instead of the back of his head

Dr C foretold Neil Armstrong's famous landing-on-the-moon quote

O...m...g. You can tell the illustrators had the hardest (or laziest) time with this chapter. I can barely look

A PhD in dance, mind you. A PhD in anything doesn't make you a faultless god

Oh! And go back inside if you want peace & quiet. And if you must, lock the door

Now both the tie and shirt is a different color

Reclining in the trash can, lol

I'm honestly the university campus hasn't been entirely vacated at this point

Welp, if climate change doesn't work, we know where to go...wait this was the 60s. Never mind

So, you've got a washing machine, an oil barrel, two tires, a traffic cone, maybe a bike chain and...what else?

That day, the middle of September 1962, a distinguishable sound that would haunt a secret prison facility for generations to come was born. This lines up with my h/c that being partially human mentally on top of the trauma of the accident brought on some amount of insanity

That tie must be magic. It changed colors again

Omg! Just call that slipper out for what it is!

"Hey, Jim? What's that shoe thing people wear in the morning?" "I forget. In this panel, it's in a junkyard, so just call it an 'ugh'."

In the movie... "Ooh! An old ugh...I mean, slipper!"

That is one heck of a net for that tiny fishing pole

The antennae sticking out of the net

Ooh, Monger's a major now, but how'd he know about Dr C?

But srsly. Is this chapter perfect? No. But I like it for giving "human" Dr C a bit more time than just a 10-second camera footage of a hottie in a lab coat getting into a giant cylinder. I don't know about anyone else, but it gives me more of a comprehension that Dr C's a human being with a cockroach head and tendencies, not just a strange anthropomorphic bug person

Epilogue

The End! Oh, wait!

So the jetpack has a flamethrower? Hot dang...literally

Link lifting a weight with his tail, lol

Blue-eyed Dr C with a gold tie pulling out...what is that? A bra? The illustrators must hate his guts

Poor private Grime. And what are the monsters supposed to do with potatoes? I think B.O.B. & maybe Insecto are the only ones who would eat potatoes, and Dr C might try potato battery experiments. But why so many? Did Monger stop by local gleaners or a food bank/pantry? Was this a donation of charity? Did he accidentally go over the top with potato crops at his farm? I don't get it! But quoting Samwise Gamgee, "Po-Tay-Toes! Boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew!" There's probably a thousand and one things you could make with potatoes. Like vodka--oh, wait! Kids' book

Grime must've been like one soldier online who said he could cook minute-rice in 58 seconds. Still, I feel bad for the guy. Do you know how hard peeling potatoes can be on your hands after a while? Ow, ow, owie...

Overall, not a bad book. Disappointing every now and then, but hey! Kids' book. It was kinda expected. The watered-down, non-violent breakaways from the movie had its ups and downs. Like providing some explanation of details of the origin stories in the movie, like why the tomato and dessert topping. Or the idea that luring a monster into a trap is the ultimate way to capture one, MUCH more scaled out and less violent than fighting them until you get the upper hand and force them into submission and/or tranquilizing them, like tranquilizing Susan and then tying her down when she became too drowsy to fight and eventually consciousness in the movie instead of luring her into a trap (like, how would you lure a confused, scared 50-foot bride into a trap when all she can think of was her fiance's safety and why people were wrapping a rope around her arm?). If you thought this book was a disappointment through and through, I read the graphic novelization, and it is a bigger disappointment than anything in this book. More watered down, the illustration was terrible, and some of the rewritten scenes didn't add up with the events of the movie, like wth. I think I threw it out

I hope you enjoyed this take-a-peek series as much as I did. And maybe I can share the second half of the entire book, a story called Brain Pain, a silly entertaining story about the four monsters (BOB, Dr C, Link, & Insecto) in the facility some time before Susan showed up. Maybe :)

Again, none of this belongs to me, as much as I wish it did

#monsters vs aliens #mva #dreamworks #general monger #general w r monger #childrensbooks #dr cockroach #dr cockroach phd #insectosaurus #doctor cockroach #the missing link monsters vs aliens #kidsbooks #bob mva #benzoate ostylezene bicarbonate

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confident about confidence & not confident that makes sense.

*real Quick. This (G)entry might make ur head spin. Could also Title : what you think no one knew. U tried it.

I wont ask for a raise of hands. Everyone deals with it. There’s no solution, no answer. Experience & being a dumbass——>Guidance and wisdom. There are many reasons I bring up confidence. One, it’s one of those words that’s not a word …it is a State of being. you just kind of don’t know where to place it b/c well, you’re not confident of where to land w/ it and even if you were you’d be like just leave it bc i don’t have time for this. to debate confidence v confidence? again Dog-ear the page or burn it bc im not even confident about THAT. Then once and only if it’s (the whole world of confidence) placed hyper-questioning kicks in: is that where it should be? Then… be and stay? Also am I losing it? I’m not confident about that but maybe. That’s always on the agenda you never agreed to and I AM confident about that i think.

If there is one constant in My Life it’s been My back n forth relationship with confidence. I have this thought daily, truly. I’ll say to myself ok yea I’m cute…

[insert any other compliment you give yourself or even receive by others only b/c you’re actually insecure— and just like the fact you’re still sick from being healthy (Me) it doesn’t make sense so bc it doesn’t make sense just I guess get over it and carry on]

…but R u cute enough to actually be happy and okay about that or do you want to change something? Take another chiseled mirror picture flexing? And u never went to a trainer? Feel better now? But I only got 3 likes. So idk.

Er No i think I’ve figured it out. Just dont eat. Exercise 2-4 hrs a day. Weights. 100 Push-up’s. 100 Calf raises. Repeat. Twice a Day if ya can. Anything to find confidence in the material. Find Pride. Only Pride you’re good at tho is the lgbtq spectrum and recently are glad it’s a spectrum since u have no idea where you fall into it anymore bc you’re not confident and it’s completely irrelevant b/c I can live between the letters+ the rest of my Life— that’s fine. Any of which could be foreshadowing of any category of Illness to come. But yea Now that you’re sick…you gotta trash your other Pride AGAIN b/c you can’t do anything without help.

10, 9, 8…my Tourette’s R throttled.

Then lately, aka the past 2 years—I can make the cute comment, i like my sun freckles and My eyes. My baby hairs when i wear a hat backwards. My smile. Just dont smile where you look fat or have a dbl chin bc you worked too hard to get all that weight off and how would that look if you just got fat again? Pitiful and weak and a fraud. Going back on your word b/c anything I declare Online is binding. So just Show some of your body in pics but not all so people dont think youre trying NOT to be totally honest with internet fame but so you still look confident. but as for doing anything about it…physically can’t now b/c trying to get better is not a good idea bc of POTS and Pppunishment for trying to be in shape but oh when u tried to be in shape never was not-not punishment. Then what…back to no confidence. Felt like My Face is cute but _______ oh, ill still think that later. Confident about that. Forget about iiit. Post it.

Then all the sudden youre not just fighting with yourself. there’s the whole social Media thing also including the “felt cute, might _____ later.” What R we doing later (?!) LOL. We say Shit that doesn’t make sense at all. (English still deemed the hardest language to learn b/c we have three versions of the same thing). Who decided why ppl need to know what we’re doing later if we are cute? LOL, Well then, I’m typically the later. I think. B/c if I even did feel cute I didn’t have enough confidence to say it, yea? Even if I was?

TRAP

This goes back to My eating Disorder(s)—which, is technically a fantastic eerily precluding example of the back and forth weight and confidence issues I’ve always had on and off. Ok so weight, up and down. Confidence obviously plays along. Self worth in that scale- turn the lights off. Can’t see your bones anymore, I’m doing something wrong. I’m healthier but I also have Long COVID-19? I lost all this weight and im fainting? Oh and science does back up that the reason u were so susceptible to getting sick is bc you got healthy! Your body was so assaulted it kicked into overdrive to help you but did a 180 gainer instead of the whole 360. So u Quit smoking. stopped drinking, et. Working on an eating disorder mixed of anorexia and exercise bulimia bc you used to be morbidly obese and lost 150 lbs and dammit you’re gonna let ppl know it for confidence’s sake. Do. Not. Waiver. Social Media is holding us all hostage and accountable.

That’s weak, Gentry. B/c if it’s on the Internet it’s REAL and it’s permanent. Keep it up. Don’t think about it too much.

Back to my body being so healthy it gets sick. The most laughable backwards bull shiggity I’ve ever been a part of. My Pleasure. Again, body got So healthy in fact, the health takes form and wants to protect you so badly that it turns turbo, fast, furious and wants to heal you SO fast and so well, well, it’s bad. And, AND, you cant do anything about that trust me your body is confident in that. Oh and also wait even tho u did follow all the covid safety rules half of America made fun of that is also irrelevant. Why? I’m confident the answer is bc What why? LOL. This gets Good, gets better. Need 2 years to explain. So book it in advance.

Speed ‘round to tie all the above mess? not confident I can do that with this entry. Can’t speed through any of this type Schitt in a few words. Forget a proofread.

Engine sputters. Then stops even sputtering. And pls stop using that word.

Pretty confident I can’t go anywhere now!

See now? Ofc you don’t.

Truly it was the beginning of the End. I’m confident about that. I do thank God for that tho. Not that this needed to happen but something needed to distract Me from myself and its prison only I could have built. Go ahead and add that pressure to your Tab too.

Me thinks i do. I sound Manic. And steroids influenced.

PS: if you take anything from this—these strategies of extremes to get extremes don’t work. They’re temporary. It’s more your mind than your body. They’re not going to make you happy everlasting.even Snow White got F’d temporarily and she was not even cute. There’s a shallowness to the extremes intoxication but unless like an Addiction you’re ready to Face and admit it honestly healing cannot Begin. TIME is on your side and most of the time you’d prefer it the other Way then the other Way. So This “advice”— or call it what you want— doesn’t just apply to confidence and the extremes we Will take so you CAN be all about you you you. Where is the line btw confidence Health and cockiness and a titch narcissism? The obsession—It Will leave you empty.

I just read the above and thank goodness I didn’t handwrite it b/c then you’d really have no chance of deciphering any part of it! Even so you may have to learn the hard Way like most of us. Something I’ll never understand but can look at somebody and know they’ve been there too.

Just do you. Don’t try so hard. You’ll be so tired. But just be present. That’s gonna bring joy. Not a scale. Not a selfie. What do YOU want. Trust my confidence on this at least. Ya can’t beat it. Truly is what is at your Core. What do people think first? I’m still unsure I want to know that anyway! Being yourself is terrifying. WHYYY?!

I need a scribe.

Don’t ask Me ;)

Be blessed.

Xx, g3

#Confidence #selfesteem #why #scared

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doomandgloomfromthetomb · 9 months

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Grandaddy - The Paradise, Boston, Massachusetts, August 9, 2003

Twenty years ago, my girlfriend Dulcie and I climbed aboard the Grandaddy tour bus, which was parked in front of the Paradise on Commonwealth Ave. I was just a kid, trying to get some music journalist cred; this may not have been going backstage to interview Mick at a Rolling Stones concert, but it felt like a big deal at the time!

I chatted for a while with drummer Aaron Burtch, who was a super nice dude. Dulcie (who I would soon marry!) snapped some pics afterwards (Jason Lytle was a no show, sadly). Later, we caught the show in the very very very hot Paradise. Grandaddy was a (surprisingly?) terrific live band both times I saw them — something that's on display on this excellent recording. It's available on the massive Grandaddy Live Archive, which is a wonderful resource. All bands should have a page like this!

And hey, here's the article I wrote for the long-defunct Junkmedia.org:

The execs at V2 Records were shocked earlier this year when they received the tapes for Grandaddy's new record, mysteriously titled Arm of Roger: The Ham and Its Lily. The label was expecting big things from the band, especially following the critical and commercial success of 2000's masterful The Sophtware Slump. But after almost a year of recording in frontman Jason Lytle's home studio, the Modesto, CA-based group had turned in a follow-up that was disappointing, to say the least.

In fact, the new record was terrible.

Kicking off with the sonic mayhem of "Robot Escort" and closing with an offensive, if nonsensical ditty called "The Pussy Song", Arm of Roger was nothing short of career suicide — 35 minutes of un-listenable garbage. V2 staff members spent about a week in a state of panic, thinking that one of their flagship bands had gone completely off the deep end.

Grandaddy drummer Aaron Burtch chuckles, recalling the label's reaction. "The people who didn't know us that well there, they were saying, 'We've gotta get these guys into rehab, this is a bad situation, there's absolutely no way we can put this record out.'" But finally, the band's A&R; person, Kate Hyman, left a message on Lytle's answering machine.

"OK, motherfuckers," she said. "Where's the real album?"

"There had just been one too many record label calls to Jason's house, wondering where the record was," Burtch laughingly explains, relaxing in the "smoking lounge" of Grandaddy's tour bus a few hours before the band's show at the Paradise in Boston. As "a kind of tension-breaker" at the tail-end of a long and difficult year of recording sessions, Lytle, guitarist Jim Fairchild, and keyboardist Tim Dryden concocted the Arm of Roger album in three alcohol-fueled nights. "They just got super-hammered and banged this really stupid record out really fast," Burtch says. "And then we Fed-Ex'd it right over to them. It's good to keep people on their toes. Especially record labels."

V2 must have breathed a collective sigh of relief when Grandaddy duly delivered Sumday a week later. Picking up where The Sophtware Slump left off, the "real album" is easily one of the year's best. While not as career-defining as its predecessor, Sumday refines the band's futuristic pop sound and features some of Lytle's most accomplished songwriting to date. Like all Grandaddy releases, the new album is a self-produced affair. "One hundred percent of the album was recorded at Jason's house," states Burtch proudly. "We've always, always done that. I don't think we could do it any other way."

Despite the comfortable confines of Lytle's home studio, Sumday's birthing process wasn't an easy one. "It took a long time," Burtch says. "There were five or six months of set-up time, starting with us getting a bunch of new gear in. Then we had to make sure everything worked. And then we had to make sure Jason knew how to work it all." Finally, the band commenced recording, only to hit a wall about halfway through. "We had about six songs finished, but we had to take a break so Jason could get his head back on straight. He had just been down in the dungeon for months by that point."

Another disturbing development was Modesto's burgeoning reputation in the media as a hotbed for shady activities. "It's become the capital of young missing women, which is kind of scary," Burtch says of the central California tract-housing sprawl Grandaddy calls home. "There were the Yosemite Murders four years ago, and then the whole Laci Peterson thing happened. It's terrible, but if you live there, you just think, 'That fuckin' figures'." Still, he has no plans to relocate. "It's a weird place, for sure," he admits. "But I'm not gonna move, as far as I know. That's because we've all kind of built our own little oasis there that's separate from everything else."

Not that the band will be spending much time stoking the homefires in the coming months. With a tour itinerary that began in April and stretches well into December, they'll be lucky to spend more than a weekend off of the road. "This," says Burtch, pausing to gesture towards the cramped confines of the band's tour bus, "is not what we do. We make music, and we'd like to play shows, but we don't want to play a show a night for a year and a half. Radiohead has it down. They put out their record, play forty shows and then they go home. It'd be neat to be afforded a luxury like that. That would be the ideal. Big records, not so big tours."

Grandaddy isn't at this level yet — not by a long shot. Still, the band is selling out most of their club dates, and is greeted rapturously by fans. Upcoming shows in the UK and the US with Super Furry Animals will see the band reaching an even larger audience. "That'll be really cool," says Burtch. "Super Furry Animals had us come out and open for them in the UK in 1998, before anyone knew who we were out there. We've been friends with them since then. And that was the first time we'd played big places, with proper sound equipment and all that. So we owe them a huge debt."

Of course, the current tour was almost over before it began. During the band's spring stint as the opening act for Pete Yorn, guitarist Fairchild was literally run over by a tour bus carrying production equipment. After a few too many post-concert libations, he stumbled down some stairs and found himself beneath the wheels of the 18-wheeler. Miraculously, Fairchild only broke some small bones under his shoulder, and was onstage performing (with his arm in a sling) a few days later. "Hey, shit happens," says Burtch of the incident. "Sometimes you almost die, sometimes you don't. You put a bunch of skateboarders in a bus and tell 'em 'You can't do this and you can't do that, and you have to be back here at one o'clock' — you're fuckin' asking for it. Shit happens..."

#grandaddy

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chacusha · 10 months

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Quodo recs for the last ~8 months

I got really behind on Quodo works for the last eight months or so. But now that I'm finally caught up, I thought I would post a rec list featuring my favorite fanworks that have been posted since around December 2022 or so. These are just my personal favorites -- feel free to add more.

Fic

see you later (740 words) by kirajockstrap: An episode-centric ficlet about Odo's thoughts when confronted with the fact that Quark might actually die in the Terok Nor flashback episode, 2x08 "Necessary Evil."

Doctor's Orders (1,904 words) by WeaverofWords: After a routine appointment with Quark, Bashir ends up diagnosing a very clueless Odo with an obsession with Quark that he might want to act on. A funny fic I like because of how clueless Odo is. Poor Dr. Bashir!

Gotta Look Good (5,191 words - Mature) by WeaverofWords. Quark ropes Odo into helping him take a good profile pic for a dating website. Odo checks out Quark's profile page and is a bit horrified by Quark's dating strategy and decides something needs to be done about it. Again, another fic I love because of how clueless Odo is (but he still cares about Quark a lot).

Holosuite Malfunction (9,537 words) by cool_ha_ha. There's a holosuite malfunction and Odo and Quark are trapped in a program (you know how it goes). I enjoyed this one because of the cheesy bodice-ripper vibes of the program Odo and Quark get stuck in, the sexual tension between Quark and Odo and a hologram version of Odo, and Quark and Odo struggling to articulate their feelings for each other.

A Mile in Another Man's Bucket (48,810 words) by Superfloxes: Roleswap AU. A bit of a double roleswap going on here: Quark and Odo end up in a universe where Quark is the DS9 security chief and Odo is a no-good bartender/petty criminal. The result is that they end up having to do the other person's job for a few days. Simple right? Well, maybe they'll end up understanding each other a bit better after they do that. Along the way, you also get a few glimpses of what the show might have been like if Odo and Quark were swapped.

what's the problem? I don't know (well, maybe I'm in love) (WIP - 2,797 words - Mature) by Khoshekh42. This one's a WIP but I'm enjoying it a lot so far. Quark and solid!Odo end up having a drunk one-night stand and then end up kind of avoiding each other because they're not sure how to deal with that kind of situation. Gotta love the pining!

Not quite Quodo but I enjoyed them so I'll rec them anyway:

Lost in Translation (Patching the UT) (18,939 words) by sayler_antimony. This is mostly gen worldbuilding about quirks of the languages of various Star Trek races, but there's a bit of an outsider POV look at various pairings, including Odo/Quark (in chapters 3, 5, and 12). But the whole thing is very worth reading for a DS9 fan!

Benefits of Acquaintance (3,481 words - Explicit) by synthehol_king. This is a Garak/Quark PWP, but there are undertones of Garak->Bashir and Quark->Odo pining to it. Fun characterization of Garak and Quark and how they might interact during sex.

Peace Negotiations (10,505 words - Explicit) by StopTalkingAtMe. This is a Quark/Brunt fic but there is just a hint of Quark's attraction to Odo. Basically, Quark and Brunt are holed up in a Risa vacation home after an auction of rare artifacts goes south. They end up playing out some of the other's sexual fantasies. Plotty and fun!

Art

There's been so much awesome Quodo art posted in the last ~8 months or so. Rather than listing all of them, it might just be easier to check the last 5 pages of my quodo art tag over on my Tumblr, as I tried to round up a lot there.

#quodo #fic recs #art recs #recs

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arcaneglitch · 5 months

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Tagged in 20 questions for fic writers by @baronetcoins <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 52 (feels like it should be more but I tend to write longer stuff)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

824,622

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Destiny (my main fandom), the Dream SMP, and Hermitcraft/the Life Series

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

don't scream when all the wolves come find you when he comes a-knocking at my door with warmth to stave off the end And A Song when the cold wind rolls in from the north

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Almost always! I try to respond to as many as I can because I want anyone who comments to know how much I appreciate them :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That might be a tie between Rewrite the Stars and Dig Two Graves, my take on Forsaken. That one ends on a real low note because it's designed to feed right into the next story

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm swiftly realizing how few of my fics have endings that can truly be described as happy. I think I'd have to pic your feet find purchase in shifting sands

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really, thankfully. I did get a rather mean-spirited comment on my oldest story (not any of my current fandoms) but it didn't bother me much because I'd written the story while I was in high school and didn't get the comment until years later

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, you won't find sex in any of my stories lmao. I'm both ace and aro and I find writing even just plain romance difficult

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I May have written stuff in the past for a fandom that shall not be named. Currently, though. the only real crossover is an MCYT/Destiny crossover that @baronetcoins and I worked on

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I welcome anyone that wants to translate my fics as long as they ask and give credit ^-^

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, but not one that's been uploaded

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I'm not big into shipping but if I had to pick I'd probably go with Grian and Scar from the Life Series (I'm a sucker for Desert Duo)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's a DSMP Rise of the Guardians AU sitting in my google drive that I'd love to finish but idk if it's going to happen

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oh it's gotta be dialogue. To the point where I sometimes feel like I write too much of it lol. I can have characters just talking to each other for multiple pages

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description, I'd say. Mostly because I don't think I take enough time to sit in the scenery of the piece and want to get straight to the action

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It all comes down to doing your research. But also don't take it the wrong way if people fluent in the language correct you on things

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Why must you dredge up the past. Superwholock. The answer is Superwholock. Happy now?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Requiem for the Departed, hands down. It gave me the opportunity to write a complex plot featuring multiple characters/POVs while also exploring aspects of the Destiny universe that don't necessarily show up much in the game

Tagging @collapsingintojupiter @utlana @petitmortsposts and @houseofmcallister

#tag game #destiny fanfiction #dsmp fanfiction #writing

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I’m So Sorry Darlin

Summary: I got inspired to write this Benny fic from pics on @dameronscopilot page. Sadly its a sad one.Benny’s training time takes most of his time. Till the unthinkable happens.

Sorry is a common word. Said so many times. When has it been said almost every day in the past few days? It gets old pretty quick. Till one day you had enough!

YESTERDAY:

Day goes off like a normal day. You and Benny are getting ready for work. Sitting on the bar chatting about plans for that evening. Getting up to put the dirty dishes in the sink," Now don't forget about our dinner plans. I mean it! I know you are training hard for the finals. Hardly see you anymore. Miss your arms around me. Forgot how you feel. " Benny comes behind you. Arms around your waist as he nibbles on your neck, " Know the feelin Peaches. Miss this body against mine. Soon the finals will be over. Soon things will be back to normal. "

Couldn't concentrate on work. All you could do is think about your date. Even got home early to dress up . Putting on the blue dress he loves so much. Hair up in a fancy updo to makeup. Sitting by the window watching for his truck. One hour . Then two. Pacing around till you picked up your phone:

Peaches: Benny John Miller! Where are you?! HOPE YOU ARE ON YOUR WAY HOME! BECAUSE I'M DRESSED AND READY TO GO!

No immediate response. Enough is enough. Picked up your keys. Drove around to cool off. Drive to one person you could count on. William. Your brother, yoSanti isn't home. Went out to tend to a security breach at some office building. Thankfully he was home. Opening the door to see you crying. Mascara running down your cheeks. Reached out to hug you, " Shhh… I'm here honey. Tell your brother-in -law what happened. Maybe I can help." Mumbled about Benny forgetting about their date. Telling him about you texting him. No response. Will picks up his keys," Stay here. Gonna go ,and try to set him straight. Then I'll kick his ass!"

Sounds of weights hitting the floor. Also sounds of grunting. Doors flying open cause Benny to look up from lifting the dumbbell. That sight caused him to march over to pull the dumbbell out of his brother's hand," Kindly explain why you are still here?! Did you forget about your date with your wife? Hmm? She is over at my house crying. Right now I wanna kick your ass! How can you be so stupid!" Benny sinks down on the bench looking up at the clock, " SHIT SHIT!! She is gonna fucking castrate me this time! Saying sorry isn't gonna work this time. Need to talk to her! Make her understand that I fuckin love her with all my heart. Gotta help me bro!"

Will looks at his brother for a moment. Hate to see him like this. You and Benny have been through so much together. Sweethearts from the very beginning. Hardly fought,but this one? This one is the biggest one yet. As much as he wants to kick his ass right now. Has to do something.

Meanwhile you are laying on Will's couch. Still crying. Suddenly you stopped. Heard Santi's voice, " Ironhead! I need your help…oh hay muffin! What's the matter? " Holding you tightly whispering soothing thoughts into your ear. Calm down enough to sit down again," Hate to be like this, but more and more fighting is his passion, and not me! All I ask for is a nice dinner with him! That's all!" Santi rubs his face again. Pacing around to think about a plan. Till he takes your hand to lead both of you outside, " Taking you home to pack a few things. You're coming back home with me. I know Frankie is there. You need to be with your family. " After texting Will. Both of you head out.

Benny is a mess! After arriving home to see you're not there broke his now fragile heart. Sobbing like a baby, " She's gone! Damn! I need her in my arms bro! I…" Will hugs his brother telling him to pack a bag. He is staying with him. Can't be alone right now. He might do something rather stupid.

Few days later:

Both you and Benny haven't seen one another. He quit training for the most part. You worked from home. Tried not to cry anymore. Meanwhile both Frankie , Santi and Will met at the gym to figure out a plan. Till Frankie smiles, " I know what we can do. We all know how they met, right? The carousel in town. What if .. Ya know someone sending a text for them to come over there.. they just might ya know talk things out. We have to do something! All of this sadness is getting to me! I know it's getting to ya too!" Both of them nod,but Will smiles," Have a better idea. Benny texts her to meet her there. Where we will set up a beautiful holiday moment out of those holiday movies."

" Yall think she would ya know come if I asked her to? I mean.. I texted her every day! No fucking response think that's her way that.." Will hugs him, " Relax okay? I'm sure she would. Right now someone is working on her right now."

Pacing around after your brother ,and friend telling you to go. Sitting on the couch running your fingers in your hair," I don't know if I can go through with this! Feel like he will stand me up!" Santi sits down next to you holding your hand, " Look at me okay? Benny loves you so much! Yeah he screwed up, but it doesn't mean that this is the end for both of you. I remember the first time both of you met. So young. Defending you against that chump who was picking on you. Now go ,and put something warm on. "

Benny: I hope ya read this. Need to see ya. Wanna tell ya so many things that I'm dealin with. Meet me at the town square. Near the carousel. I'll be sittin on the golden horse. 💚💚💚 Benny

Peaches : Okay, I'll come. Hope you are telling the truth . Yes, we have things to talk about. Hope we can work it out. 😭😭

Benny was beside himself! Happy you finally replied ! Went inside his old room to fetch something from his bag. Putting the item in his hoodie pocket. Taking a breath, " Future hangs in the balance. God! Hope she likes it."

Santi volunteers to drive you to the town square. Looking for a certain red truck. Sure enough it's there. Taking a breath, " Okay, here I go. Don't mind if you stay ya know. Just in case things turn to shit. I know it won't. So.. go ahead. Have fun with the others. " Blushing after hugging you when he closed ,and locked the truck's door, " So happens I have a project I have to tend to. How about we meet at the diner for dinner? On me."

Both of you parted ways . Santi arrived to see the others waiting in the bushes with a snow machine. Also a bluetooth speaker. Will grins, " Oh this is a good idea. If this doesn't work? We can kill my brother."

Walking up the path towards the destination. Memories flooding back. Beautiful moments both of you shared from him defending your honor to your first kiss. Seeing him now with a sad face made you sad even more. Taking a breath. Time to hear what Benny has to say.

Benny sees you walking up slowly. All he could do was stare for a moment. How beautiful you are even with a sad expression. Clearing his throat, " Glad you made it darlin one. Missed ya so much. I know I screwed up big time. Couldn't concentrate on stuff. Made me think about what's more important. You are more important than the finals. Took me away from you. From being together. " Clearing his throat as he pulls you close to him," Look at me honey what I'm tryin to say is that I retired from fighting. "

News took you by surprise. All you could do is hug him close. Wanted to hear those words for a long time. Scared when he got hurt after one fight. Thought he would be a goner. Benny rubs your back. Kissing your forehead, " Gonna spend my time making things right . Which is gonna start right now. " Getting on one knee looking up at you," Peaches, you have been the major light in my life for so long. Been through lots of stuff together. Good times,and not so good. Wanna take this opportunity to ask ya if you do the honor to remarry me? Came too close to lose darlin from losin ya. Consider this a restart of our relationship." Tears ran down your face when he placed the ring on your finger. Looking at him with so much love. Kissing him for the first time in days. Running fingers through this hair," yes, my handsome knucklehead. I'll marry you again. So glad you see what's more important. Now that you retired from fighting. I have something to say. We need to go somewhere to be by ourselves. Reconnect. " Kiss your lips again," love that. How about we get out of here. "

Both of you walked down the stairs to see snow falling? Also a familiar tune playing. Looking around. Laughing at the beautiful gesture. Benny holds you close again, " how about we enjoy the snow falling and our song."

Series of high fives filled the air. Next was a few tears till Frankie got up grunting as he got up," Finally! A happy ending! Now we can have our home back! " Santi hits him on the head with his hat," ``That's mean man!" Will followed suit till they left to head towards the diner. Not before they turned off the machine, and speakers. Leave both of you in your own world.

Sometimes a few words can ease your woes. Other times they can't. All it matters is learning how to make amends with the one you love the most.

#Triple Frontier #benny miller x reader #garrett hedlund

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millenniumdueled · 11 months

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A package arrives, inside the cardboard box is another box, this one wrapped in a pretty, holographic wrapping paper that shines beneath dozens of doodles of yugi and his his partner and friends. Inside the present is a ton of tissue paper, all glittery and decorated with confetti.

The contents are:

A black t shirt with the sleeves clipped up, the front printed with a graphic of BunnyBee in a dark magician girl costume

Several phone pics that have been printed on the classic polaroid prints, each a picture of Yugi and Honey from their times hanging out

A selection of hair care products and a note on how and when to use them

A selection of high quality, water/smudge proof eye liner in a variety of colors

And a pair of newly released chunky boots with all hell of buckles and studs

There's also a note at the bottom that reads, "surprise!!!!! im totally bad abt like giving gifts immediately so like, i totes arranged this 2 b delivered on ur birthday, so like i totally hope it like, isn't late or i didn't spoil the surprise lololol. but shyeah i hope like, ur day is totally fabulous and unless i supes messed up my days and am busy 4 some reason, i should b free if u wanna come visit <3 i love u a ton and happy birthday!!!!!"

"just a minute!! i gotta grab something real quick!!" Yugi calls over his shoulder as he runs up the stairs to his attic room. Downstairs, so many of his friends mingle and chat, enjoying the tail end of today's hotpot party before the more fashionable of them excuse themselves to get home and dressed for clubbing later.

The unassuming package on his desk catches his eye, and for a moment, Yugi is hit with curious excitement. Another gift from a tumblr friend? Don't mind if he does!

But as he opens the plain cardboard box, he's met with a more colorful package that makes his stomach drop. He pauses as he appreciates every doodle more than the last. This time, he's so careful as he removes the paper, cursing when his shaking hands betray him and rip even just a tiny tear.

Every one of the contents he removes makes his chest ache. His missing friend smiles up at him from the photos, and his runs his fingers over her image. Even the shirt bares her visage, and in a moment of weakness he hugs the garment, presses his nose against the cloth, hoping to breathe in some hint of her.

But it's the note that really breaks him. He sucks in a sharp sob of a breath as he reads the words over and over and over. Tears sting at his eyes. God, what he wouldn't give to see her now. To hear her laughing downstairs with the rest of his friends.

His name is called from somewhere far away, pulling him from his thoughts, reminding him there's still partying to do. He takes a moment to press his lips against the kiss mark staining the page before he carefully sets the note back into the box, along with the carefully folded wrapping paper.

Now isn't the time to break down crying. It's his birthday, and he has people to keep happy and entertained. For now, he has to set the letter aside, to be strong for their sake, to keep the pain in his heart Silent. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and puts on a big smile before bouncing back down the stairs.

#answers #ooc #ic action #not ic visible #(( goddddddddddd break his heart why dont you ))

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mysteryideasgroup · 1 year

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MSA x WnG: AMoLaD AU: Discovered and Revealing Cases Comic

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1 of

Stormy Night

Arturo with Spinel's Wallet, he with his friends got to Spinel's Mansion. They go to the inside entrance and see the light bottom of the door.

Sarah: Arturo, better to go.

Arturo knocks on the door before being interrupted by a flash lightning thunder lightning flash with Shadowy figures Fashions. They are shocked to see upstairs.

Sarah: What?

Arturo: It’s upstairs

Sapphire: Wait...

Laura: Let’s check out

They have confused about shadowy figures. They are shocked and turn to look at the door to see upstairs. They slowly go upstairs and go to the bedroom in shock and fear, revealing that 12 Fashions wore Bakers Chefs Hats and Aprons.

Sarah: Oh my God... Creepy, I’m realizing that Dead Bakers!

Samantha: ! Not good, Bakers have to murdered and deaths.

Arturo: Wait, guys, I noticed that 13 not having a baker's hat, apron, 13 not had.

They are looking at 13 Fashion not having baker hat, apron, 13 not had. They are noticing that Diary Book.

Arturo: Guys, I think it's Diary.

Sarah: I’m thinking that bakers?

Laura: Sure, I’ll look inside...

Arturo put Spinel's Wallet on Hampton Mandi's Vanity table. They darted their eyes back and forth with caution to ensure no one was watching, Arturo and Sarah slowly opened the book while the others looked over their shoulders. Inside, there were pictures of Spinel with some Bakers. The Gangs noticed a number (1) on the photo, there was a picture of Spinel with a man in a Baker’s hat and baking uniform clothes, apron. The label underneath read ‘Edward Anderson’; someone had drawn a big Red Cross X over the baker man’s face and looked to the number (1) of the Fashion Dummy that matched it.

Sarah and Arturo: Wait a minute...

They turned the page to see Baker 2 with Spinel. His name was Joseph Cullen (a Baker), and he too had a Red Cross X drawn over his face.

Sarah and Arturo noticed something familiar with each photo. Page after page showed pictures of Spinel with Bakers, Gilly Clarkson (3), Remy Denton (4), Jake Branson (5), Lou Gibson (6), Harvey Harrison (7), Nando Jensen (8), Scotty Fallon (9), Neddy Maddock (10), Huey Thompson (11) all crossed out Xs. They saw pictures of her with other Bakers. They all had a red X over them. But they saw 12 pics, it was Alex Parker. They are gasping and surprised. They are recognition Baker 12 was Alex Parker.

Sarah: It's Alex Parker.

Sapphire: Those red Xs means she must've been the murderer.

They turned the picture and next to Baker was Lionel. They are very horrified and fearful.

Sarah: Oh no!

Arturo: She's going to kill Lionel!

The flash frame is Lightning Thunder frame 13 fashion dummy. They are shocked backward accident bump knocked out all Fashions Dummies.

Sarah: Oh my God!

Arturo is shocked and frightened

Arturo: Oops

They hear the door open downstairs.

Sapphire: We need to hide!

Samantha: We gotta hide!

Laura: We’ll get the racks up as fast as we can.

Arturo: Better get back to stand up fast.

Later, Spinel enters her room and found the racks still intact.

Spinel turn light on and found racks still standing

Spinel: Huh? Funny. I’m sure I heard something. Oh, there it is. (closed her diary and found her wallet)

Spinel closed the mirror door. Arturo hung on a chandelier as the two went to bed, but Gangs have hidden the other closets not wanting to be noticed. Spinel and Judy don’t know that Arturo is hanging from the chandelier.

Judy is awake and frightened from mistreatment at the hands of her friend.

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2 of

Stormy Night, Arturo with Rest Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs Bakers, Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs, Mystery Skulls Teams/Groups/Gangs, Sarah with Dog/Kitsune, Polter Dog/Kitsune and Laura with Polter Cat going to Spinel's Mansion. Arturo holding Spinel's Wallet and they seeing light bottom of door.

Sarah: Arturo, better to go.

Arturo knock door before interrupted by flash lightning thunder lightning flash with Shadowy figures Fashions. They are shocked to see upstairs.

Sarah: What?

Arturo: It’s upstairs

Sapphire: Wait...

Laura: Let’s check out

They have confused that shadowy figures. They are shocked turn look at door to seeing upstairs. They are slowly up to upstairs and going to bedroom in shocking and frightened that reveals that full of 12 Fashions wore Bakers Chefs Hats and Aprons.

Sarah: Oh my God... Creepy, I’m realizing that Dead Bakers!

Samantha: ! Not good, Bakers have to murdered and deaths.

Arturo: Wait, guys, I noticed that 13 not having baker hat, apron, 13 not had.

They are looking at 13 Fashion not having baker hat, apron, 13 not had. They are noticing that Diary Book.

Arturo: Guys, I think it's Diary.

Sarah: I’m thinking that bakers?

Laura: Sure, I’ll look inside...

Arturo put Spinel's Wallet on Hampton Mandi Vanity table. They darting their eyes back and forth with caution to make sure no one was watching, Arturo and Sarah slowly opened the book while the others looked over their shoulders. Inside, there were pictures of Spinel with some Bakers. The Gangs noticed a number (1) on the photo, there was a picture of Spinel with a man in a Baker’s hat and baking uniform clothes, apron. The label underneath read ‘Edward Anderson’ and someone had drawn a big Red Cross X over the baker man’s face and looked to the number (1) of the Fashion Dummy that matched with it.

Sarah and Arturo: Wait a minute...

They turned the page to see baker 2 with Spinel. His name was Joseph Cullen (a Baker), and he too had a Red Cross X drawn over his face.

Sarah: It's Alex Parker.

Sapphire: Those red Xs means she must've been the murderer.

They turned the picture and next Baker was Lionel. They are very horrified and fearful.

Sarah: Oh no!

Arturo: She's going to kill Lionel!

Flash frame is Lightning thunder frame 13 fashion dummy. They are shocked backward accident bumped knocked out all Fashions Dummies.

Sarah: Oh my God!

Arturo is shocked and frightened

Arturo: Oops

They hear the door open downstairs.

Sapphire: We need to hide!

Samantha: We gotta hide!

Laura: We’ll get the racks up as fast as we can.

Arturo: Better get back to stand up fast.

Later, Spinel enters her room and found the racks still intact.

Spinel turn light on and found racks still standing

Spinel: Huh? Funny. I’m sure I heard something. Oh, there it is. (closed her diary and found her wallet)

Spinel closed mirror door. Arturo hanged on a chandelier as the two went to bed, but Gangs have hidden the other closets not wanting noticed. Spinel and Judy don’t know that Arturo is hanging from the chandelier.

Judy is awake and frightened from mistreatment at the hands of her friend.

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https://www.deviantart.com/sfcabanas15/art/MSA-X-WnG-AMoLaD-AU-Discovered-Revealing-Cases-960647294

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For @laurasanchez36

All belongs to my msa ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs/Squads/Crews, Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs/Squads/Crews, and The Greatest Bakers Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs/Squads/Crews and Teams/Groups/Gangs

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thearvariblues · 2 years

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The Bestest of Ideas

Inspired by this gorgeous SongXue fanart. It’s an “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it” situation again, okay?!

Song Lan blinks stupidly when the book he was holding only a few seconds ago disappears without a single word of warning. He lifts his eyes only to see it being slammed shut and thrown somewhere towards the edge of the bed.

A second later, a telltale thud announces the fact that it probably missed its intended resting spot and tumbled to the floor.

“Oops,” Xue Yang grins and quickly climbs into the lying Song Lan’s lap to prevent his boyfriend from getting up.

“I was reading that,” Song Lan says.

“I’m aware,” Xue Yang nods. “And I’ll let you go right back to it in a moment.”

“You could have at least let me finish a page.”

“Oh, no, no, no, Zichen, we don’t play that game anymore,” Xue Yang announces resolutely. “You always say let me finish a page, and then I wake up three hours later and you’ve finished the whole fucking book and my plan’s all ruined. Nope, I gotta do it quick. Like when you wanna rip off the band-aid.”

“All right, then,” Song Lan sighs in an overdramatically resigned way. “What do you want?”

“Is this how you talk to the love of your life, you fucker?”

“What the fuck do you want, my honey butter biscuit?”

“Honey butter… Oh, Zichen, you’re such an idiot,” Xue Yang laughs.

“Xue Yang…” Song Lan says in a tone that’s clearly intended to remind Xue Yang of the fact that the only reason Xue Yang is still sitting in his lap is because Song Lan is currently allowing it.

“All right, all right. Zichen, babe,” Xue Yang snorts. “I’ve got the bestest of ideas.”

“I’m all ears, my sweet little dumpling.”

Xue Yang winks, reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulls out a tiny object that makes Song Lan’s eyebrows lift very slightly up.

“I realized you’d look simply gorgeous in red, babe,” Xue Yang murmurs, opening the lipstick to reveal its color to Song Lan. He leans forward and rests his elbow on Song Lan’s chest, the lipstick hovering just an inch above his lips. “Will you let me?”

It’s clear that Song Lan is trying very hard to seem unaffected by this, bored, even, but there’s a horny glint in his eyes that gives away just how into this he is.

“All right,” he murmurs, gently stroking Xue Yang’s forearm with his hand.

“Awesome,” Xue Yang grins, lowering the lipstick to Song Lan’s lips. “You’re gonna look so pretty, Zichen, so pretty…”

Song Lan’s eyes are fixed on Xue Yang, filled with excitement and lust and love.

“You always say yes to all my stupid shit,” Xue Yang smirks. “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you. I love that. Love you, Zichen. Fuck. You look gorgeous. Stunning. My pretty, pretty Zichen. Hang on, I need to take a pic, I’m so gonna jerk off to this every chance I get…”

Xue Yang tries to get up, but then Song Lan is grabbing him and flipping them around and kissing him like a man starving, yanking Xue Yang’s hair tie off to bury his fingers in Xue Yang’s hair, and when he pulls away, oh dear, his lipstick is a fucking mess, and probably all over Xue Yang’s face…

“You’re even more beautiful like this,” Xue Yang murmurs, running his thumb across Song Lan’s lips and his cheek, smearing the lipstick even more. “Fuck. Zichen.”

“I’m gonna ruin you, Xue Yang,” Song Lan whispers. “Turn you into a moaning, trembling, sobbing mess.”

“Oh, please. Zichen. Please.”

Song Lan’s red, red, red lips latch onto the side of Xue Yang’s neck, right below his ear, making him moan.

“By the way,” Song Lan murmurs, his breath hot against Xue Yang’s earlobe. “Don’t think I don’t know this was your plan all along. You’re gonna regret this, Xue Yang.”

Xue Yang chuckles.

“Promises, promises…”

By the time Song Lan is done with him, Xue Yang is a moaning, trembling, sobbing mess, unable to move or even think.

“I still don’t regret it, though,” he murmurs as Song Lan gently kisses his shoulder.

“Oh?” Song Lan replies, chuckling. “How about this, my dear little honey bunny. I changed the bed sheets this morning. Your turn.”

“No. You can’t do that to me. You know I hate doing it!” Xue Yang groans.

“Should have thought about that before, darling,” Song Lan, the cruel, cruel man, snorts and smacks Xue Yang’s ass. “But I’ll tell you what. I’ll grab my book, and then we can cuddle until I finish a chapter. Then we’ll take a shower. And if you’re nice, maybe I’ll help you with the bed sheets.”

“Two chapters.”

“All right, then. Two chapters.”

“Mhm,” Xue Yang purrs when Song Lan gets up to get the poor discarded book. “You know what, Zichen? You’d look really pretty with pink lipstick, too.”

“I see we need to update our list of kinks. Again.”

“Don’t say you didn’t enjoy it.”

“Oh, just wait until you see yourself in a mirror, A-Yang,” Song Lan says, lies back down and lifts his arm so Xue Yang can snuggle up to him.

“Wait until you see yourself,” Xue Yang laughs, closing his eyes. “Maybe you could make it three chapters?”

“Two. And then we can cuddle until it’s time for dinner.”

“Works for me. Wake me up when you’re done?”

“Sure. Sweet dreams, darling.”

Xue Yang smiles when he feels Song Lan’s gentle lips against his forehead.

“Love you, Zichen.”

“Love you too,” Song Lan whispers. “And A-Yang? You really have the bestest ideas.”

#songxue #xue yang #song lan #the untamed #my fics

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