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rafeandonlyrafe · 4 months

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orange peel theory (dark! and soft!rafe)

words: 1k (about 500 words each)

warnings: name calling, suggestive

orange peel theory: girlfriends ask their boyfriend to peel an orange for them, as a test to see if they are willing to help with small tasks that the girlfriend can do herself

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you quickly set your phone in a discreet spot, already recording as you move back to your chair, pretending to be reading your book as rafe walks in.

“what are you doing?” rafe questions, looking at you with concern, not sure if he’s ever seen you read before.

“nothing.” you shake your head, shutting the book and setting it down, glancing at your phone to make sure it is still recording. “how was work?”

“fucking tiring. dealing with idiots all day.” rafe spits the words out before toeing his shoes off and leaving them in the center of the room.

“im sorry.” you pout, standing up as rafe takes a seat on the edge of the bed. you move to stand in between his thighs, pressing a kiss to his lips. he sighs with satisfaction, wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs, rubbing over them, tucking his fingertips under your shorts to feel your bare skin.

“can you get me an orange rafe? i’m craving one.” you move away from him, setting back on your chair to make sure you are centered in the camera.

rafe gives you a confused look but nods, mainly because he also needs to get a glass of water for himself. he re-enters the room, tossing the orange towards you, which you catch easily.

“thanks.” you smile as rafe takes a sip of water and then sets it on the nightstand. “can you peel it for me though babe?”

“what?” he questions, moving to kneel between your legs, an amused look on his face. “my stupid little slut not able to peel it on her own? too much of a baby?” “rafey.” you whine as he takes the orange out of your hand, unpeeling it and tossing the peel into the trash. he pulls a piece and then hovers it in front of your mouth.

“open up whore, i know how much you love to do that.” rafe taunts you before you lean forward, taking the slice of orange into your mouth and pulling it out of his fingers, letting the citrusy taste flood your mouth.

“you are so mean, this was supposed to be for tiktok.” you point out your phone, making rafe turn to look at the screen opened and recording.

“what?”

“for tiktok, its some trend about asking your boyfriend to peel an orange for you to see if he will do small tasks for you, and you totally failed!” you whine, stamping your feet on the ground in annoyance.

“but i peeled the orange for you.” rafe says with confusion.

“while also calling me a stupid whore!” you stand up, grabbing your phone and stopping the recording, knowing you won’t put it on tiktok.

“are you not my dumb little slut?” rafe asks, standing and stepping close to you, hovering over with his intimidating height.

“i mean i am, but-”

“exactly.” rafe cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours as he backs you up towards the bed.

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you quickly set your phone in a discreet spot, already recording as you move back to your chair, pretending to be reading your book as rafe walks in.

“hey baby.” rafe leans down and gives you a kiss on the top of your head, which you quickly tilt up to have him press a second one to your lips.

“how was work?” you ask, setting your book to the side, glancing at your phone to make sure its still recording.

“exhausting.” rafe sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, making you pout.

“im sorry bubs.” you comment as he sits down on the bed to take his work shoes off.

“no big deal. how was your day?” rafe asks.

“good…” you shrug. you usually go into more detail, and rafe knows it, so he sits quietly, waiting for you to continue. “but i’m actually really hungry.” you blurt out, figuring you shouldn’t delay any longer as you look at your phone again, lucky that rafe doesn’t follow your line of sight.

“what are you hungry for? we can order delivery.” rafe knows you like to cook, but he also doesn’t force it on you, leaving the option to get takeout open whenever you are tired or simply don’t feel like cooking.

“i actually just want an orange.” you shrug.

“thats not really food, darling, but okay.” rafe stands, setting his shoes on the rack next to the door before heading out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.

you can’t help smiling at the camera as you wait, covering your mouth as rafe reenters, already knowing that he’s going to pass the test.

“here ya go.” rafe hands you a bowl instead of an orange, making your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, before you take it and realize that the orange is already peeled and pulled apart, ready for you to enjoy.

“raaafe.” you whine.

“what?” rafe kneels down in front of your chair, placing his hands on your knees.

“i wanted a whole orange.” you complain, pouting your lower lip out as rafe looks at you in complete confusion.

“why, were you gonna eat the peel or something?” rafe laughs.

“no, its supposed to be a thing for tiktok.” you point towards your phone, which takes rafe a second to see from its hidden position. “you’re supposed to bring me an orange and i ask you to peel it to see if you’ll help me with a small task.”

“should i bring you back a whole orange then so you can ask?” rafe questions.

“no, i don’t even really want an orange to be honest.” you admit. rafe looks down into the bowl, taking a piece and putting it into his mouth, chewing it up.

“what do you want then honey?”

“can you get me a banana?” you tilt your head to the side. rafe nods, grabbing the bowl from your lap before heading back to the kitchen.

you grab your phone and set it closer. “he’s just too good of a boyfriend.” you sigh as rafe comes back through the door, handing you a banana.

you smile at him in thanks, taking it out of his hand before he leans to press a kiss to your cheek, glancing at the camera, still recording when you realize how you can still test the theory.

“peel it for me babe?”

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azullumi · 1 year

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fatui!scara with a son and his wife? (req)

summary — he had never thought that he would come to that part in his life wherein he has something he wishes to protect more than his heart, more than the ambitions that he hold.

pairing — wanderer or scaramouche/female!reader

tags — fluff, established relationship, domestic life ; headcanons

words — 714

note — hellooooo it seems like my schedule of uploading 1 fic each day is going to be delayed or put on pause for like a few weeks because im in a cultural performance for our school :DD anyways! here, i hope you'll like this anon!

Scaramouche had never thought once in his life that he will be looking forward to something at the end of the day, to have himself giddy and anxious throughout the whole time as he accomplishes his missions or sits behind his desk to do whatever paper he was given. He had never thought that he would come to that part in his life wherein he has something he wishes to protect more than his heart, more than the ambitions that he hold. he had never expected any of your arrival along with a child who has your looks and his personality.

Due to his demanding and busy schedule, usually having to accomplish tasks and missions given to him by the Tsaritsa, you rarely see him come home early and it is only on events that occur once in a blue moon that he will do so. If you ever try to stay up late in order to wait for him, however, he will scold you even if deep down he feels happy. It worries him seeing your tired state, eyes trying to stay open and body threatening to relax to sleep, and it makes him wonder how much you pushed yourself just so you could greet him once he comes home.

Although you frequently sleep with nobody by your side, you wake up with him beside you—either awake and watching you or also still asleep and trying to catch up on the rest that he needs. Occasionally, your son would also join in the bed and would be sleeping in between you two, cuddled and cradled, and when you and Scaramouche are already awake while he’s still unconscious, you’ll stay in bed a little bit longer and talk to each other quietly. It is in those peaceful moments shared in the morning that he forgets all his worries and problems.

He is usually exhausted from his work so he prefers spending time with you sleeping in bed or doing anything together that doesn’t require that much energy. He spends some of his time watching over his son and teaching him about all the things that he has to know, although majority of the time he comes off as intimidating due to his nature and personality—you have to tell him what to do to not scare his own child and to build a proper bond with him because after all, he’s a little bit clumsy and unfamiliar with such relationships and manners.

Even if he’s always away, he tries to always be there especially for his child. He makes an effort through sending letters, buying souvenirs and gifts he got from his trips, spending time with you all as much as possible once he comes home, and many more.

When he’s on his day off or break, he’ll take everyone out to spend time together—mostly in places that don't have that many people as he doesn’t wish for anyone to disturb the only time that he gets to have with his loved ones. Although if you insist and you plead for the three of you to go to a festival or event together, he’ll eventually give in but then of course, he’ll always be on his guard and have people on stand-by on each corner in case something happens. He just can’t afford being too careless.

In order to protect his family, he keeps the fact that he has a family—a wife and a son—as a secret and only close and trusted people know it. After all, he’s a Fatui Harbinger and it’s not uncommon for him to not have enemies so for his beloved ones to be safe, he’ll keep your existences in the dark and have people guarding you at all times when he’s away due to his work.

Oftentimes, he stays up all night while you’re asleep and his child is sleeping beside him and he wonders, thinking and contemplating, if he really deserved to have this kind of happiness after all the misery that he had. You were an escape to his problems, the peace to each of the conflicts that he has, bringing an illusion of serenity to his living of chaos and turmoil and if ever something happens to either of you two, he’ll gladly burn with his hands.

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thefrogdalorian · 5 months

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Hello and welcome to my contribution to Dincember!

Following NaNoWriMo (which I used to complete a draft of a modern AU!Din x reader fic that I aim to start posting in January) I wanted to attempt another writing project to maintain my sanity during this festive period! I'm aiming to complete all 25 days but life can sometimes be unpredictable, especially at this time of year.

I really hope you enjoy my interpretations of each prompt and best of luck if you're also participating, can't wait to see what everyone creates. Thanks @dindjarindiaries for putting these prompts together, celebrating all things Din is a wonderful way to close out the year!

All my fics are GN!reader and I don't include physical descriptions. Nothing more mature than a bit of smooching either :)

Happy Dincember, tumblr!

Link to read on AO3 | Link to read in Chronological Order

Day 1 - Snow: After a busy few months, Din surprises you and Grogu with a well-earned retreat to a snowy paradise in the run up to Life Day. Snow-filled chaotic fun ensues!

Day 2 - Fire: During a trip to a peaceful cabin with Din and Grogu, you awake one morning and discover that Grogu is poorly. You and Din are extremely worried but after a visit from a healer and the warmth of the fire you light, his condition soon improves.

Day 3 - Gloves: As you sit watching Grogu play by the fire while holding hands with Din, you reflect on how a simple part of his body says so much about the complex man that you are so privileged to love. A simple pleasure that you would have been denied, if he had never removed his gloves.

Day 4 - Lights: You introduce Din to a favourite Life Day tradition of yours: hanging up lights. It's a tradition that he finds slightly bemusing but after a slight hiccup which is soon resolved, thanks to the abilities possessed by Grogu, the two of you set about making a cheesy new Life Day tradition all of your own.

Day 5 - Cold: After your favourite Mandalorian's latest assignment with the New Republic means that his return to your cabin is delayed, you head to bed, thoroughly miserable. But when Din finally arrives home the reunion does not go entirely smoothly, as you find yourself needing to warm him up, with adorable consequences.

Day 6 - Gifts: It's Life Day and time for you and Din exchange gifts. You love sharing in the joy of seeing others surprised with your gifts, but nothing surprises you more than the incredibly thoughtful gift Din gives to you.

Day 7 - Star: As you lie on Din's strong chest, looking at the stars and reflecting how grateful you are that your paths crossed, you discover once again, that the man with the fearsome reputation is incredibly soft underneath his hard Beskar shell.

Day 8 - Flame: A fire pit outside your little cabin on Nevarro has always been a dream of yours. So, when Din finally agrees to build one, you are delighted, especially when he secures your favourite sweet treats too. But it's Din's first time roasting candy on a campfire and things don't exactly go to plan...

Day 9 - Boots: Raising a Force-sensitive child is not an easy task, especially one as mischievous as Grogu. When the little guy decides to play a game of hide and seek without telling you and Din first, you find him in a place that you would never have expected.

Day 10 - Sweater: After his latest job with the New Republic takes him away from your home, you find yourself missing Din terribly. But, despite how sappy and lame as you feel for doing so, you find wearing his sweater brings you a great deal of comfort when you need it most.

Day 11 - Icicle: An innocent icicle causes Din to reminisce on a moment he shared with Grogu on the Razor Crest shortly after rescuing The Child from the Imps on Nevarro.

Day 12 - Warmth: After you find yourself caught up in a rainstorm that drenches you to the bone on the forest planet you call home, an unexpectedly kind Mandalorian helps you to get warm again.

Day 13 - Family: Din Djarin is a complex man, with many walls you have not yet successfully broken down. You have been slowly building a life with the man who has a traumatic past he has alluded to, but never discussed in detail. One night, Din wakes up from a nightmare and finally lets you in. You comfort him, reminding him of your love for him and how much he deserves his unlikely family.

Day 14 - Home: During a moment cuddling with Din underneath the festive lights in your cabin, Din confides in you what home means to him.

Day 15 - Candle: Despite planning a special evening to mark your final night in the cabin that you, Din and Grogu have enjoyed a relaxing vacation in, your plans are soon thwarted by an unexpected power cut. However, the sudden loss of light ends up having very romantic consequences.

Day 16 - Sweet: After a tiring day of yard work, you decide to introduce Din and Grogu to one of your favourite festive drinks: hot chocolate. Although the sweetness proves a little too much for one of your Clan.

Day 17 - Joy: Despite you and Din having plans to go to a special festive market with Grogu, you wake up feeling awful, as though all festive cheer has been sucked out of you. Fortunately, you have a loving and caring Mandalorian who helps you regain your joy.

Day 18 - Snowflake: As Din stands by the window, watching the snow fall outside your cabin in the mountain paradise he brought you to for a vacation, he reveals a hilarious memory of his first encounter with snow to you. One that you are keen not to let him forget in a hurry.

Day 19 - Coat: You and Din arrive for a vacation in a picturesque snowy mountain town. There's just one problem: you brought the wrong coat. You head into town in search of the perfect coat but after a long day of fruitless searching, fortunately you have an incredibly patient and attentive Mandalorian to help you through the shopping stress.

Day 20 - Celebration: To show Din how much he means to you, you decide to make a special gesture in celebration of him by cooking him a traditional Mandalorian feast. Despite having your heart set on a perfect evening, a certain green child has other ideas...

Day 21 - Love: Despite how much time you have been spending with Din and getting to know him, you are still none the wiser as to whether your feelings for him are reciprocated. But an impromptu night of stargazing leads to a confession that may just change everything for the two of you...

Day 22 - Cozy: When Grogu wakes up upset in the middle of the night, both you and Din are concerned for him. But getting cozy and cuddling with his Clan soon brightens the little boy's mood.

Day 23 - Frost: You and Din wake up one morning to discover the volcanic planet you call home has been plunged into a deep frost. You are awestruck by the gleaming ground and the icy crystals that cling to every surface. You and Din decide to head out for a walk with Grogu, who is fascinated by the way his favourite pond has frozen over.

Day 24 - Ice: The unseasonably weather on Nevarro causes a pond to freeze and thanks to a stroke of good luck, a passing vendor is able to offer the opportunity to skate on it. You expect that Din will be a natural, but things do not go entirely to plan.

Day 25 - Holiday Waking up before Din on Life Day gives you the opportunity to admire all the little details and features of the man you love so much.

#do you like my moodboard i feel like i'm 12 again (in the best way)#life is full circle but you gotta get through The Horrors somehow #dincember #dincember 2023 #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fic #my fics #masterlist #pedro pascal characters

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tgmsunmontue · 6 months

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Hangster Meet-cute I guess - this was meant to be a short ficlet I started on my phone, but then I needed to distract myself so... here. Have 2k, dialogue heavy with Jake having three sisters who do the opposite of cock-block him. (Rated Mature but I guess I am also writing a second very explicit sequel which already has over 2k).

I can't post it on AO3 until I finish a couple of other fandom WIPs because I have a very real fear of being hunted down by friends in that fandom. They're terrifying. And have been waiting ~10 years. So hiding in Tumblr for now.

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His eyes track the attractive bare-chested server across the room. He looks older than most of the others, actually nearer Jake's age, perhaps a little older. He's clearly comfortable in his own skin, laughing and joking with the other servers and patrons alike. Jake doesn't usually like facial hair on his partners, but he'd let it slide for a taste of that...

"Do you think I can order him?" Jake asks, and he knows it's going to wind up every single person sitting at the table with him.

"Don't even think about it!" Katie hisses, giving him a sharp elbow in the ribs and Laura is glaring at him from across the table. He can see the lecture shaping on the tip of her tongue about not making servers uncomfortable in their place of work. Even in a place where the servers are mostly bare-chested men. But it's his sister's 40th birthday, and apparently Bird on a Wire is the place to go. So here he is. About to be hen-pecked by his three sisters. Ivy is just laughing though, nodding her approval and he reaches across the table for a fist-bump.

"I won't. I promise. But I can't promise to not think about it. Appreciating the place was why I was allowed to come along, right?"

"You were allowed to come because you promised to behave."

"I promised no such thing," Jake replies, and the same server he was watching before is approaching them and Jake licks his lips, because the view is only improving.

"Evening everyone, sorry for the delay. We're a little understaffed tonight so I'm just here to take drink orders. That's all I'm trusted with front of house," he says, and his little self-depreciating smile has Jake's lips twitching in response.

"And back of house?" Jake asks.

"Back of house I'm in charge baby."

Jake's eyebrows shoot up and he grins, a little laugh escapes, god, he can't believe he's sitting at a table with all of his sisters while a guy makes eyes at him. He's pretty sure eyes are being made. He's a little out of practice. But he's not dead.

"So, what can I get for you all? Are you celebrating something special?"

"It's her birthday. A significant number that I can't mention upon pain of death."

Ivy smiles sweet-sharp and he gets kicked in the shin regardless.

"I'll have a Blueberry Margarita, she's having a Strawberry Sour..." Ivy starts, pausing to look expectantly at Katie.

"I'll have the Coconut Daiquiri thanks."

"And for you?"

Jake quickly runs his eyes down the menu and stops at the first one... A Little Passion.

"A Little Passion."

"Sure thing. One of all my favorites coming right up."

"I hope the drinks are better than your flirting, I feel like I need to hose you two off..." Ivy says looking between them and Jake frowns at her, but he notes that the server (he didn't introduce himself, and Jake wishes he had a name already) just looks quietly amused.

"I've never had any complaints. And I don't get paid to flirt with customers. I actually get paid to cook. And occasionally make cocktails."

Jake realises that's what he had meant about being in charge back of house and he's always had a thing for... competence. Well, he's got a thing for good-looking guys, them being good at something generally means they're dedicated lovers and it's not steered him wrong (much) in the past.

"Rooster! They need you in the kitchen."

"And duty calls..."

Jake watches Rooster (and what the fuck kind of name is that?) tip an imaginary hat at them before he leaves to walk towards the bar where he talks to a woman and gestures toward their table. Then he's shrugging on a black chef's jacket with brightly coloured cuffs and front panel and buttoning it closed. Shame. Then he's giving a little salute to Jake and fucking winking as he disappears into the kitchen and Jake is pretty sure his cheeks are going to hurt from grinning so much.

"Could you stop looking like you want to climb him like a tree? Please?"

"Ain't no other way I can look at him... and you told me I couldn't flirt with him."

"Was that you not flirting?"

"You're just jealous."

"Last time we take you anywhere..."

"We say that every time, and yet we always bring him..."

"I'm a fucking delight. Plus you all bond over finding me annoying, don't pretend you don't. Imagine your relationship with each other if you didn't have me for you to direct your annoyance towards..."

"Why do you think they call him Rooster?" Katie asks and Jake's train of thought derails completely.

"I think you just broke his brain."

"Brain cell you mean."

"I thought Javy had custody this weekend?"

"Fuck off..." Jake mumbles, ignoring them. Who needs fucking enemies when you have sisters?

"You definitely want to fuck something."

Jake groans but also can't say anything, definitely can't disagree because she's not wrong, they'll just roast him further. He glances back toward the bar and there are two people there now, both mixing drinks but clearly having a conversation. One is the same woman from before, one of the few women who work here, the other is an older man, fully clothed, and Jake's not sure but he looks familiar. They almost seem to be arguing and then she's pulling at his shirt and shaking a finger before leaving him behind the bar, laughing at him as she walks toward them with a tray of drinks.

"Evening everyone. My name is Phoenix. I have a Blueberry Margarita, Strawberry Sour, Coconut Daiquiri and A Little Passion?"

"The margarita is for me, sour for her," Ivy states. "Daiquiri for her and the drink drowning in innuendo is for him..."

"You got a name handsome?" Phoenix asks, placing the drinks down in the right places but giving him a look that tells him he's being assessed and maybe even found wanting. It's not a familiar feeling at all and he instantly feels a little defensive.

"His name is Jake."

"I can speak for myself..." Jake grumbles, taking a sip of his drink, and fuck that's good. Lychee sweetness off-set with the tang of passionfruit and lime meaning there's no trace of vodka at all.

"And you're all... sisters?"

"Unfortunately," Jake says, and the flat look he gets from Phoenix has Laura cackling madly which makes Phoenix smirk in amusement. A little. At least she seems to like someone.

"Have you been sent out to dig up information?" Laura asks, and she's fucking gleeful and Jake doesn't know what he wants the answer to be. Busies himself looking at the menu and wondering what Rooster would recommend.

"Well, it was me or Rooster's dad and I thought I'd be the slightly less embarrassing option."

Jake's eyes flick to the man behind the bar and realizes now why he looks familiar. They've even got the same fucking moustache. He catches Jake looking and nods his head, raises a glass in a toast and Jake flushes, coming back to the conversation and startles to hear Laura giving Phoenix his entire dating history. Jesus.

"Could we maybe be allowed to just ask each other out? Pretty sure we're adults and don't need to have a playdate organised."

"So, you are going to ask him out?"

"If it's not an asshole move to do it when it's his place of work..." Jake mutters, giving Laura a side-eye but she just takes a sip of her drink and pulls a face at him.

"Oh, it's a little bit of an asshole move, but he can take care of himself. I just wanted to make sure you weren't too much of an asshole. And you've got three sisters being pretty decent wingmen, so you can't be too bad."

"Hear that, you have us to thank."

He's never going to hear the end of this, regardless of the outcome, so he might as well try for a variety on a good one so he has a minimum of regrets.

"Are you ready to order? Or would you like me to come back?"

"Oh, I want you to come back solely for the entertainment value, but I'm ready to order. I was ready before we got here."

"Great!"

Jake lets his sisters order first and then opens his mouth to place his own but Phoenix is snapping the cover over the tablet and shaking her head.

"You have any allergies of food intolerances handsome?"

"No..." Jake says slowly, realization dawning.

"Great, then I'm just going to let you trust the chef..."

"Not a fan of shellfish," he offers quickly, before she walks away, and she nods and gives him a quick grin, it reminds him of a shark.

"This is the best birthday ever..." Ivy says, looking incredibly entertained.

"Glad I could be of service," Jake says, rolling his eyes.

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The food is fucking amazing, even if he doesn't know exactly what he's putting in his mouth. He recognizes some things, he's done fine dining before, even if it's never been in a place where the wait-staff were semi-undressed. His sisters have all picked stuff off his plate despite his best efforts to guard his food; Ivy making him swear to try and get the recipe for whatever the hell he was served as his entree.

His sisters pass on dessert but agree to share a cheese plate and he waits for something to come out just for him and is disappointed when nothing appears. Then someone does appear, and for a second he thinks it's Rooster however...

"Hi, I'm Goose. Rooster's dad..."

What the actual fuck. Does no-one have normal names?

"Does everyone have bird names?"

"Only the important people," Phoenix states, and she's grabbing Goose's arm and attempting to pull him away, but the older man just grins madly, easily resisting being moved. "He's going to kill you, leave them alone."

"I ain't bothering them. I'm not bothering you am I?"

"Oh no, this is the best," Laura says, popping a slice of cheese in her mouth.

"Baby Goose hasn't flirted with anyone in years -" Goose starts, and then Rooster is behind him, eyes flashing with annoyance and hmm if that look doesn't give Jake a little thrill. He's not wearing his chef coat, and nor is he shirtless, but he's wearing a tight enough tank to show off his, well, his everything, and then a loose button down clearly pulled on in haste because it's inside-out.

"Dad! For... god. I don't flirt with customers because I don't normally see any."

"And you also suck at flirting," Phoenix interjects.

"He's doing fine..." Jake says and Rooster catches his eye and grins slowly, eyebrows quirking, tongue poking out just enough to tease and Jake grins back.

"They deserve each other..." Ivy says dryly, and Jake looks to her, confused.

"What?"

"We might as well all be invisible. Rooster's lucky the backup got here to save his distracted ass..." Phoenix says.

"Hey! I'm not even meant to be working tonight."

"Bet you're glad you did though..." Goose says and Jake's glad that Rooster looks as exasperated with his family as Jake is with his... actually, on that note.

"Happy birthday Ivy, I believe it's Laura's turn to pick up the tab so I will see you all later. Uh."

He stops then, suddenly unsure of what his next action should be, but then Rooster is stepping away from his father, making a follow me gesture with his head and Jake follows willingly.

"Hi again..."

"Hi."

"Did you enjoy everything?"

"I sure did."

"That's what I like to hear..."

"So, you come here often?" Jake asks and then cringes, mortified, because what the actual fuck is he thinking? The man works here. Phoenix had snorted as she walked past with Goose, shaking her head and giving him that same unimpressed look, although maybe she looked a little fonder. Hard to get a read.

"Only every day of my life... I live upstairs."

Jake's mouth goes dry at his suggestive tone and he swallows instinctively to try and wet it and Rooster's eyes flick between his lips and eyes and Jake's breath catches.

"I really want to take you on a date though... but what I really need is a shower."

Jake can see he’s hot, sweaty and slightly oil covered from working in the kitchen and it does nothing but make him feel equally hot.

"Not on my behalf you don’t…" He'd just want to make him all hot and sweaty again. Yeah. Totally normal reaction.

“Hmm. Good to know," Rooster says, and Jake is pretty sure his thoughts are easily readable on his face. "Did you want dessert?"

"I don’t know. What’s on offer?" He matches the tone Rooster had used when he'd mentioned living upstairs and the slow smile he gets has his stomach flipping in anticipation.

"Phoenix, I’m out," Rooster states, reaching to knock his knuckles on the bar top twice before grabbing Jake’s hand and tugging him toward the exit.

PART TWO

#ficlet #hangster #sereshaw #what happens when I go out to lunch to a place called Bird on a Wire #AU where there is no-one dead and no fighter pilots - I forgot to say that originally

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iamadequate1 · 3 months

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TBT

Posted this on Twitter, and forgot to post it here, too!

This article from 2020 (so pre-Zaslav) is hilarious.

"The Numbers", "Too Violent", "Not Up for Awards", blah blah blah... we know that OFMD was canceled by WBD/Max for being Woke and Ghey, so this article from three and a half years ago about HBO setting the standard on inclusive media representation is a sharp fall from grace. Liiiike...

Although HBO has long led the pack, other worthy competitors have nipped at their heels in recent years—especially streaming platforms with a “more is more and something for everyone” approach to their programming. But there’s something fundamentally different about seeing representation delivered on a platform with history, reach, and prestige. While many of those rivals tailor their content to audiences already actively seeking inclusivity on their screens (read: younger, more woke viewers), HBO’s not just catering to their subscribers—they’ve also likely changed minds as they’ve spent decades paving the way for others to follow in their footsteps.

and

Rosenstein, in partnership with HBO's president of programming Casey Bloys, is responsible for bringing the six-episode We’re Here (recently renewed for a second season, halleloo!) to the small screen this year. Bloys also championed the queer-friendly Betty, a series based on documentary filmmaker Crystal Moselle’s beloved movie Skate Kitchen, which also ran for six episodes this spring and was also just picked up for a sophomore order. “Now more than ever, diverse representation of all kinds has a real power to impact on how people see themselves reflected in the world,” Bloys says of his run at the network. “We’re not looking to check a box, but to find the truth in each character’s journey. Everyone is more than their gender identity or sexual preference, and we hope that our characters have all kinds of traits that define them.”

Meanwhile, Bloys today is likely the "insider" in that Vulture article (look at the screenshots if you can, and don't give them clicks). We have an openly gay CEO switch from championing queer stories to desperately and pathetically trying to cover up why a successful queer show was canceled in just a few years. This merger was great!

Yep.

In my previous post, there is a source of Zaslav claiming

And while the third quarter subscriber numbers were impacted by one of our lightest original content schedules in years, in part due to the strike constraints that compelled us to delay some releases

while this Vulture article claims

This change in investor sentiment, combined with slowing subscriber growth at most streamers, was a big reason for the aforementioned 2022 content purge implemented by Warner Bros. Discovery CEO David Zaslav.

The first gives an implication of (lighter original content schedule -> lower subscriber numbers) while the second gives an implication of (lower subscriber numbers -> lighter original content schedule), making it a biconditional statement... so the negations also imply one another (i.e., heavier original content schedule -> higher subscriber numbers), meaning the cancelations were bad business by their own admission?

Every sentence in that article is easily refuted drivel (they waited to January to announce to give the crew a stress free Christmas, really?). We know they're just saying anything to try to make themselves look good, but it's just sad. Just say it's Woke and Ghey and say that HBO quickly dumped that "Most Inclusive" mantle to make way for reality shows and exploitative true crime specials because they decided that LOTS AND LOTS money in the short term and company ruin in the long term is more important than stories that only make LOTS of money in a more stable environment.

#our flag means death #ofmd #woke and ghey #casey bloys #david zaslav #mediocre white men pretending to be brilliant

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EXPERIMENT 56 [your time is coming] sequel | PART 3 |

AVATAR MASTERLIST | EXPERIMENT 56 masterlist

PAIR: Neteyam x Human reader. ( a mix of human and Navi )

Other pairs: Quaritch x reader (platonic) , sully fam x reader.

SUMMARY: Y/N thinks she has a peaceful life with her new family. But a sudden visitor is about to change her life and her family's life.

WARNINGS: 18+, the characters are aged up 20's, a little violence, don't worry no one dies, Y/N and neteyam being parents , Bestie stuff, Family moments.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Note: Sorry for the delay, but I appreciate you waiting. Thank you very much for the comments and messages, I'm very glad you like the sequel. The story is slowly taking a good direction… I love it! I will soon upload part 4, but I will be answering a few requests that are late.

Mo'at always knew that your talent was a natural, you had been one of her best pupils. You had long prepared yourself to be Tsahìk in the future. And now that neteyam would soon take her place as clan leader, the woman was glad that your gifts were coming to light. She saw how Y/n was connected to eywa, how she was devolving in the clan and how the people had accepted her. Even though she was different from them. The love and trust the clan had for you was indescribable. But something bothered mo'at, and it was your soul. You were a traveling soul…mo'at knew that you would never stay in one place, that your kindness was too much. And even as an apprentice you could see things in people that no one else could see…even herself. Eywa had blessed you with a great gift, but sometimes it could be a bit rushed. And that is what was happening now. Mo'at knew you very well.

You arrived as a baby in the arms of his daughter neytiri and she introduced you to the clan. At first she was surprised and doubted you, even though you were a baby. She was surprised that you were human, but that you had Navi characteristics. But she still accepted your welcome. But it wasn't until you were introduced to eywa that she knew your purpose in the clan. She saw your eyes open and light up. She also saw how her other grandchildren were also accepted by eywa, but mo'at was holding you in her arms… your small hands touched her and you laughed with happiness. From that moment on, she accepted you as her apprentice as well as kiri. So when you sat down next to her, and started playing with your fingers and toes. Your head was down, and you weren't making eye contact with her, she knew something was wrong.

"My child… who are you helping?" asks mo'at, the woman holds your hand. Making you look at her, she can see your nervous eyes. "I… I don't know if I'm doing the right thing" you speak, lowering your head again. Mo'at settles back in her seat, giving you your space. "My child, if your heart tells you it is the right thing to do" Mo'at is speaking, but you interrupt her. "I am helping the murderer of our clan…the man who destroyed everything." You cough, looking at the woman with teary eyes. Mo'at puts her hand to her mouth, trying to calm herself. Memories of the horrible events that happened years ago come into her head. -"What are you talking about?" Mo'at is a little upset. You move closer to her and place your hands on her thigh. "Ma'ma I'm sorry…I can't leave him. He is wounded and abandoned by his own race. But…he is not the same. He is not that person who destroyed our people. I can" Mo'at gives you a little smack on the head. " You are foolish…foolish!!!" Mo'at screams a little, but calms down when she hears her great-grandson cry a little next to her.

She picks up the baby from the floor, and sits him on her lap. In order to calm him down, while y/n is sitting next to her. She is silent, looking at her grandmother. " I can…feel that he is someone else." You speak, waiting for some response from the woman. Who was still playing with her great-grandson. "Y/n… he's a murderer" Mo'at speaks, looking up to get your full attention. -"I know… but eywa told me… he showed me that he has changed. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here. I can't leave him like this…he's too hurt." You speak. Mo'at analyzes your expressions a little, sees how your eyes look at her. They are illuminated. You were telling the truth…

"And how can I help?" says Mo'at, taking noah't and pulling him close to give him a kiss on his cheek. The baby gives a laugh, while you smile… 'yes… she accepted!!!' you think. "I need something to cure him… the burns are very bad and I am sure that in several days they will take infection" you speak.

"So one medicine for the burns, one for the inflammation and one for infection…wow, that bad?" Mo'at looks at you and sees you nod. "He is weak… as soon as he heals I will tell him to go his way… but help me. You're the only one who can do it" Mo'at takes a deep breath, she didn't know how you could convince her so fast. -"It's ok… come by early tomorrow morning and I'll have everything ready for you" Mo'at says, watching you get up and give her a big hug. She couldn't be mad at you, your heart was so kind. Mo'at raises his arms and hands you your son. "Now…get out of here" Mo'at says. "Thank you!!!" you speak, as you get up to leave the hut. You were so happy, you thought it was going to be worse…but it was quite simple. Now you had to tell everything to spider, he would go with you tomorrow to bring the medicine and that was it. But you can feel the tiredness creeping up on you, as you approach your hut.

Your stress was getting low, and taking care of a baby wasn't helping much. So you decided to take a nap. Besides, it was Noah's rest time, so you enter your hut. You close the curtain that was at the entrance of your hut, and settle into the hammock. You put noah't next to you, the baby was already a little sleepy when you arrived, so he closed his eyes quickly. You would take a little nap, neteyam would be back in the evening. You were so tired, you fell into deep sleep very quickly. It wasn't until screams woke you up, they were not cries for help but for a fight. You open your eyes slowly, somewhat confused. These noises make noah't get up crying. "honey… be quiet" you try to comfort your baby. as you climb down from the hammock, to go outside to see what was going on. You put Noah't in the breast carrier and leave your hut.

You can see how people are gathering, near the common meeting area. As some were carrying weapons and others were annoyed and others curious. You are not alarmed until you hear neteyam's voice. Your eyes widen, you run towards the center of the crowd. Your sight reveals how they have Quaritch on his knees, tied by the arms and with an arrow pointed at his head. Well… Loak was holding the man, while Neteyam was aiming the arrow at Quaritch. Your eyes widened. "We found this filth…near our shores" shouts neteyam, informing the whole clan. You couldn't do anything, because you felt hands holding you in place.

Neytiri was behind you, holding you… while Jake approached his son. "Kill him" you hear as several people shouted. And shouting in approval, even your own mother who was behind you, was shouting and screaming. -"What do we have here?" speaks Jake approaching Quaritch, to force him to look up, placing a knife to his throat.

Looking up quaritch could see you in the distance. The man looked in such bad shape, you could tell he had tried to fight, but was too weak to put up a fight. Some wounds were exposed and he was bleeding. Quaritch couldn't answer anything, he just let his head fall off.

"Stop!!!" you shout, breaking free from your mother's grasp. Kiri was next to neytiri and tried to hold you but it was useless. You run to neteyam and push the bow. "You have to stop this!!!" you shout, facing neteyam, and then look at loak and your father. " You've gone crazy!!!" yells neteyam, he was upset. " Can't you see he's hurt!!!" you turn quickly to look at your father. " Y/n…go back to where your mother is" orders jake, looking at neytiri who was already approaching to take your arm. You had noah't on your chest, because of the screams and movements the baby started to cry. Causing neteyam to become more upset. He couldn't understand why you were defending this man, after all he had been through. Now here you were yelling at him… with his child in your arms, not caring about anything. Before things escalated, Mo'at appeared on the scene. Spider had run to call the clan's Tsahìk. "Stop!!!" the woman shouts, causing everyone to look at her.

Mo'at approaches the group, everyone is silent. "Grandmother…" neteyam started to speak, but the woman orders him to be quiet. She kneels down, takes Quaritch's face in her hands and makes him look her in the eyes. "Wow… you were right" mo'at speaks, while looking at you. You stand next to neteyam, who even though he was annoyed with you, had approached you. To cross one of his hands across your chest holding you and his son close to his legs. "Y/N had spoken to me… and told me that a soul had returned to its origins. But I thought it wasn't true…but here you are" Mo'at looks at Quaritch, who's eyes are on the woman. He didn't dare to say anything, the truth if very scared. "Mo'at this man!!!" jake raises his voice a little, trying to face Mo'at. This one looks at him seriously. "Jake sully…there are unexplainable things in the cycle of life. That sometimes are best left unquestioned" she speaks, moving closer to you. Caressing your face, then looking at her grandchildren. "Release this man and take him to my hut." The woman orders. You can hear the complaints of the clan. Everyone is protesting, your mother, your father, your siblings and your mate. You stand in silence as you watch neteyam silently approach and cut the ropes that were capturing Quaritch. The man fell to the ground, limp and helpless. A group of warriors took him by the arms and began to carry him to Mo'at's hut.

The crowd began to disperse leaving the sully family alone on the spot. "Y/N you have 10 minutes to tell me everything" jake speaks, it was more of an order. "we can talk in the hut…" you look at your father, he sees how you are trying to calm noah't. " Ok, family…everyone to the hut. Family reunion" says jake. "And you too spider…come" jake points to the boy, who was a bit far from the group. They all start walking towards the family hut, you look up to see neteyam's face. He was furious, you hated that he was doing it with you. You quickly arrived at the family hut, everyone sat down. And that's when you were able to explain everything to your family, how you had found Quaritch, why you had helped him. "I really just wanted to help him heal and that's it" you speak lowering your head. You can feel the intense gaze of your family members. In the end no one said anything, they just shared glances and concluded the meeting. You get up to go to your hut with neteyam, but before you do you feel your mother grab your arm and pull you away to a corner. "Honey…I know you can't control your kindness. But you should be more careful who you help" neytiri speaks, she had a hand on your chest. You reach out to hug her. "Forgive me mom" you feel as neytiri kisses you on your hair. "Y/n let's go" says neteyam, her voice sounded neutral. You give your mother a smile and walk out of the hut. You look around, and you can see your father who was walking to the hut where Mo'at was. And you watch as lo'ak follows him. "Rest Y/n" shouts tuk, saying goodbye to you.

You walk faster, to catch up with neteyam. He was holding your son in his arms, while he kept walking at a rather fast pace. He never wanted to look at you or talk to you. In a short time you both arrive at your hut. Neteyam places noah't on the floor, where the baby used to play. And he turns to see that you were looking at him. Neteyam saw how the tears were pooling on your face. "I'm so sorry…I didn't want to hide this from you…but" you speak, but you see how neteyam comes closer to you. And he comes down to your level. "You know how dangerous it would have been…if this was all a trap. I would have lost you again…"neteyam can't hold back his tears, and lets his head fall on your chest. You stroke his hair, cupping the sides of his face. "love I wouldn't do anything that would hurt my family and you know it" you speak, trying to lift his face. But you feel neteyam's hands holding you to pull you closer to him. "I know…but sometimes I feel like I am not able to protect you" neteyam hugs you tighter. You decide not to say anything, and let your partner vent his feelings.

You sit on your knees, so that you are lower than neteyam's height. You move closer to his chest. "Ma neteyam…Ma neteyam, you have always protected me. For as long as I can remember you always have, don't ever say you don't again." You speak, rising to give him a kiss. You wipe several tears from his cheeks. "Why don't we go rest, yes?" you look at neteyam, and give him a kiss on the forehead. You watch as your partner looks you in the eye, and his expression becomes more serious this time. -"I don't want you to go and see that man by yourself," neteyam spits, now sounding more serious. " Sure." You nod your head. Quickly getting up to go find your son, and feed him. Leaving neteyam on the floor, he was still looking at you quietly. You decide to ignore him and focus on feeding noah't. "Ma Y/n?" neteyam calls out to you, to get your attention. You look up and see how neteyam is approaching you.

In Mo'at's hut….

Quaritch was lying down, while mo'at was silently analyzing his wounds, while at the same time seeing what herbs she was going to use. "You are badly wounded" says mo'at, Quaritch remains silent watching the woman work. Suddenly he sees how the curtain of mo'at's hut opens and between them comes out his old enemy jake sully. " What the hell are you doing here?" shouts jake, mo'at stands up and pushes jake a little away. "Hey… I told you to leave him alone. It's not a fair fight if he's hurt like this" says mo'at walking back over to where the injured man is. "I…I don't want to" Quaritch tries to speak, but he is in a very bad state. Jake remains silent, and takes a look at the scene in front of him. He a man who is in terrible condition, and could barely speak. " Loak…stay here watching this man and taking care of your grandmother. I'll be back in the morning" jake gives the order to loak. - "Understood sir" loak nods his head, and walks over to his grandmother. Jake quickly exits the mo'at hut, at that he sees neytiri approaching in a rage. "Why didn't you kill him?" shouts Neytiri.

"Mo'at is not going to allow it…" said jake, taking his partner by the arms. "But that man" neytiri is furious, she can't control her tears. "I know…but we have to be careful" jake speaks, getting closer so he can give his partner a hug. What the hell was it going to be with you and your ideas.

Noah't aunts : @st4rrry @valeriinee @inutheangel @gielrmn @sloppierjewel @purple7theparty @itscheybaby @ssc7514 @namorslit @ducks118 @tpwkstiles @elli-aesthetics @nao-cchi @uselessbutinteresting @msjae @austynparksandpizza @gamorxa @andyyy4444 @itssomeonereading @meivap @barbii04 @mm-nope @dorck26 @nessrin @purple7theparty @ssc7514 @sloppierjewel @yeosxxx @legendleopard100 @pandoragalora @jayzes-blog @ducks118 @kyriekurokami @heesoftiefreak @teamanime @d4rno @dumb-fawkin-bitch-bitch @burdeningbitch @allsouls-emma @aceofheartzzz @famousbagelhandspurse @fanficblogs @lilyofthetigers @mjnij @laylasbunbunny

@cherrywinesab @sloppierjewel @bubbleguppy0315 @ellielovesrobinarellano @mrs-sullys-blog @lovekeeho @vectoriscommitingcrimes @kimtaehussy @bimbotinkerbell @aceofheartzzz @d4rno @3okutos-3ig-toe @bxnnywriting @anarcoirisgatuno @allsouls-emma @luna-ann @vivendominhahistorias @neteyamsgirll @yeosxxx @naynay2808

@neytirisgf @meivap @gamorxa @nuttyrebelflower @lovelyygirl8 @allenparkermin03 @lucero-ksb-blog @neteyamforlife @btslovergirl12 @nuttyrebelflower @artologia-blog1 @sloppierjewel @queen-dk @kurtisamazing @lovekeeho @rebeccao03 @mikeyswifie @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @lu-the-ghost-reader @liluvtojineteyam @vaishureader

If there is any problem with the tags, let me know and I will try to fix it as quickly as possible. tag list is open, just let me know *3*//

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yuurei20 · 4 months

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In honour of Christmas and the coming new year, was it ever said in the game or by the guys themselves where they go or what they do during the holidays/ winter break??

Thanks a ton of you get to this ask!! Hope you had a wonderful Christmas! And an advanced Happy New Year!! <3333

Hello hello! Thank you for this question, and my apologies for the delay in answering! Happy new year ^^

For the winter break: Trey mentions not being able to visit Riddle as he is not allowed at his house, inviting Riddle to see him at his family's patisserie, saying, "I'm sure Chenya will drop by to hang out, too."

Riddle says, "I'm going to try talking with Mother some. I don't know if she'll listen, but even so."

In Book 5 Chenya says, "You never did drop by over the holidays" and Riddle responds, "I appreciate you reaching out to me," insinuating that Chenya might have tried to get in contact with Riddle over the break, but Riddle was ultimately not able to see him or Trey.

Trey says that "winter is the patisserie's busiest time of the year," so it is possible that he spent at least part of the break helping his parents with their shop!

Cater says that he would rather go home with Trey than to his own house (because of his sisters) but after Trey threatens him with "running (him) just as ragged," Cater ends up going to his own home, instead.

Ace says there wasn't much to do at his house during the break besides play video games, and I'm not sure we hear anything about what Deuce had been doing when they were called back to NRC by the prefect.

Leona goes home reluctantly with nothing but his wallet and smartphone, saying that "homework can wait until after break."

Ruggie talks about bringing home frozen food and other items near their expiration date that he got from the school cafeteria in order to distribute it amongst the kids in his neighborhood: "Gotta make sure my grandma eats well over the holidays."

He also says that "the holidays and New Year's are major hustle opportunities," so it is possible that he works part-time jobs when off from school, also saying that he can work as a ski instructor in the winter.

Jack declares that he will be doing his homework, unlike Leona, and afterwards he says that he spent most of the winter break skiing.

Jack also says, "I spent my last holiday at home pulling a sleigh in wolf form" and "I got a part-time job at a restaurant in Craneport during our last vacation," but as these lines were during events I'm not sure if he means winter holidays or different holidays, and they might not count.

Floyd says he gets tired of spending every new year with "the same old suspects," and he seems to mean Jade and Azul: the twins explain that ice floes compromise their ability to visit home in the winter, so they spend winter break at Octavinelle.

Jamil says that his family has plans to travel during the holiday, and while we do not know what exactly Epel did over the winter break, we learn from Vil that it involved skipping rehearsals for the VDC.

I'm not sure we get too much information about what Diasomnia did during the winter, but Lilia appears at Ramshackle mid-winter-break before the rest of the students have returned, talking about how Malleus is annoyed at not being invited to any parties.

As travel seems complicated for Malleus, and Silver and Lilia are father and son, it is not impossible that they remained on campus like the mermaids, possibly with Sebek (but I don't think this has actually been confirmed anywhere).

Crowley says that he intends to spend winter break "expanding (his) investigation area to a tropical land (he's) never visited before" as he diligently continues searching for a way to send the prefect home: "Escaping winter's frigid bite to kick back in a hammock and sip coconut juice while gazing at the transquil ocean waves...I have NO such refined and indulgent vacation plans whatsoever, I assure you."

The new year's events are conspicuously occurring during New Year's itself (the very middle of winter break), and the game seems to be asking for some suspension of disbelief concerning the timing.

They are very careful about not having any of the characters mention attending class or going home for winter vacation as they all announced at the beginning of Book 4 that they were going home and at the end of Book 4 they return, saying "Happy New Year," as though it is their first time seeing the prefect since before New Year's eve.

(Interestingly the prefect and Grim--who have no where else to be but the school during winter break--do not appear during the New Year's events.)

If you are wondering what the characters were up to during the winter break for maybe fanfic purposes, I think this is what we can say for sure:

1) Chenya was unsuccessfully inviting Riddle out 2) Ace was playing video games 3) Jack was skiing 4) Azul, Jade and Floyd were at Octavinelle 5) Epel was not rehearsing 6) Crowley wants people to believe that he was looking into a way to send the prefect home :>

(Or he said he was planning to investigate while letting people think he was trying to cover for a tropical vacation, but the tropical vacation story itself was actually a cover for something else?! But that gets into theory territory 👀)

#twstask #twisted wonderland

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(While outdated since the DLC is now out, I'm too lazy to make a new pinned)

Hello! I was curious to see just how long we'll have to wait for Side Order, so I looked up the day that Spring 2024 starts (March 19th) and the day it ends (June 20th) for the very least and very most amount of days to wait for it. That's ignoring the possibility of delays, of course. This is how I will be calculating countdowns until we get a firm release date.

UPDATE: We got a firm release date!!! February 22nd, 2024!!

Scheduled countdowns should be posted at Noon; 12:30 PM EST, but may be posted at other times due to various circumstances (me forgetting or something like that.)

In the meantime, I'll reblog various theories, art posts, and news relating to Splatoon, especially Side Order. If you'd only like the see the countdown, I've included a list of tags and what they correspond to under the cut. Also, feel free to send asks talking about Side Order! I love to theorize and discuss all things Splatoon!

Our in-game Splatoon 3 pool is "SideOrderCountdown" ! Come join us!

Tags:

#side order spoilers The big one. Any posts containing spoilers for Side Order will be tagged with this.

#not a countdown Tag for everything besides countdowns. Some posts (such as this one) will be exceptions.

#fun stuff A tag for fun things, such as polls, discussions, etc!

#featured artwork Reblogs of art posts will be tagged with this. If I happen to post my own art alongside a countdown, it will not get this tag.

#theories Posts, including reblogs, of theories will be tagged with this. • #side order duo theory Posts about Side Order Duo Theory. View the tag for more info!

#news Posts about new information about Splatoon in general. For example, I will reblog any posts that mirror content from the official Splatoon Twitter.

#pinned Posts that are or were previously pinned posts.

Will probably add more eventually as time goes on! By the way, if you notice any mistakes or errors anywhere, please don't be afraid to tell me! This includes wrong numbers on posts, glitches in the blog's custom theme, or anything else like that!

By the way, whenever I search the tag for art to reblog on mobile, it's very tedious. If you have art you'd like me to reblog here, send me a link and I will!

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therealvampira · 7 months

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may i request gregory violet x reader but childhood friends to lovers please? (and reader has similar interests and personality as him too) have a nice day/night :]

Hi!! You have a fantastic day/night yourself, as well! My apologies for the delay, I've been really busy the past few weeks (like really busy), but thank you for your patience! I'm always happy to take up requests, so without further ado, here you go dear:

Word Count: 1512

Warnings: None?

“We may be stuck here for a while, I fear,” you spoke, looking outside the lengthy library window before you, resting your face in your palms. The boy next to you said nothing, but gave a little nod whenever you spoke.

Violet was always considerably quiet, especially before you formed a friendship with him. However, it was almost like he had almost no awareness of the world around him whenever he was drawing, which he did- a lot.

The slight pitter patter of raindrops hitting the windows that you heard just moments earlier now turned into a great storm, rain falling heavily as the trees danced around in the gray horizon, lighting occasionally lighting up the room. As inconvenienced as you were by the storm suddenly coming and taking over the sky, it felt almost peaceful. Hearing the sound of the thunder rolling lightly and the wind whirling almost lulled you into a light doze, before a loud crack of lighting lit up the room, the mighty sound causing your heart to stop for a fraction of a second. As you looked to your left, you were surprised to see the boy next to you hadn't even flinched a bit or looked up from his paper.

Did he even realize there was a storm?

“How long do you think we will have to stay here?” You asked, trying to break the almost deafening silence. Normally, you didn’t mind it, but you were starting to dread the idea of sitting in plain silence while you waited for a storm to pass.

Eventually, you started to give up since all he’d given you thus far were just a few shrugs, and very minimal responses. You got out your own book from your bag, flipping through it to find an empty page, moving one of the candles closer to yourself in order to see better. You reached for your charcoal pencil, realizing you didn’t have it on you at the moment.

“Damn..” you muttered under your breath. As you sat up again from digging through your bag, you were slightly surprised to see Violet holding another pencil out to you, waiting for you to grab it.

“Oh, I…thank you,” you spoke, feeling relieved. It was strange, how such a small gesture, such a simple act of kindness coming from him made you feel so content. Even being friends with Violet for so long, it made you feel special whenever he’d do something for you, even as miniscule as handing you an extra pencil. You couldn’t resist as your lips curled into a smile as you took the instrument from him. Your hands brushed against each other when you grabbed the pencil, making it difficult to not blush.

It was something you’d never wanted to admit, but you did in fact have a crush on Violet. You couldn’t help but love all of his quirks, and his unique style and way of seeing things. In your eyes, there was nobody like him, and there never would be anyone else that lights a candle to him. You watched him as he stroked the pencil across the paper, a look of deep focus spread across his face. Your eyes unintentionally drifted from his sketch, up to his face as you quickly tried to look at him, admiring his beautiful features. For the first time in your life, you genuinely believed your heart was going to stop when, before you could look away, his gaze ever so slightly shifted to you, a small grin on his face as he briefly glanced at you, looking back down at his paper.

Like him, you were also into art yourself, but seeing how detailed, precise, and creative his drawings always were, you always felt a bit inferior as far as your art skills. You watched as he drew carefully and meticulously, trying to pick up any techniques that he used. He caught onto this, now turning to face you, the same grin from earlier on his face again. You smiled back at him, and even chuckled a bit- both out of embarrassment, but also the simple fact that you were just happy to be spending time with him.

“Would you like some help?” Violet asked, seemingly already knowing the answer. You nodded, and fought back a small laugh again, noticing that your heart rate was a bit quicker as he moved his seat closer to yours. He grabbed your hand while it still grasped the pencil, carefully guiding it across the paper.

“What are you drawing, now?” you asked, given that you didn’t really have much to build off of yet, anyway.

“I’m trying to finish what you started,” he spoke, starting to add more depth to your drawing from earlier, which was of the cloudy and stormy view from outside. It was remarkable how easily he could add so much life to any simple sketch.

“See? You’d want to do it this way, instead. Don’t shade too much at once, a little at a time will do, so you don’t sabotage it,” Violet explained, still holding your hand in his as he moved it across the paper.

“Right, I see,” you replied. He was sitting so close to you that it almost made you shiver, and the feeling of his hand holding yours made you weak. You didn’t even want to draw anymore, you just wanted him to guide your hand across the paper forever. Not only that, you wanted to kiss him too. For so long, you wondered what it would be like to finally press your lips against each other’s, but you couldn’t. It was nearly impossible to tell if he felt the same way that you did, and you didn’t know how he’d take it.

He withdrew his hand, moving back to his original position, leaving you to finish the drawing at your own pace. You felt an emptiness where he was sitting closely behind you, and you were suddenly brought back to reality once you realized he moved back. You lazily stroked the pencil against the paper, your mind going completely elsewhere as you kept taking brief glances at him.

As you looked at him another time, his gaze shifted towards you again just like earlier, only this time it lasted much longer. It felt much more intentional, surreal almost. Your eyes stared into each other for what seemed like hours, until your gaze shifted down to his lips, the black lipstick painted onto them made it all the more tempting to just lean in and kiss him. He was so perfect.

Your heart skipped a beat as you noticed him doing the same, his gaze moving down to your lisp for only a second. Before you could even fathom what could possibly come next, the both of you leaned in slowly, and with only a few centimeters left between the two of you, you wasted no time closing that gap and pressing your lips onto his own. It felt better than you’d imagined, almost making it worth the tremendous wait. The two of you barely pulled back for only a few seconds, only Violet made the first move this time.

Multiple minutes flew by as the both of you basked in each other’s affection, coming up for a breath every so often. You and Violet pulled away for the last time before footsteps could be heard coming your way. After you both sat in anticipation, you saw the librarian walk through the shelves, putting things in place. The two of you glanced at each other, and without a second thought, grabbed your things and headed out. You didn’t even realize the storm had died down until now.

As the two of you walked back to your respective dorms, you felt Violet’s hand slowly caress yours, like he was trying to ask your permission without saying anything. You grasped his hand a bit more firmly, letting him know you were okay with his gestures.

“(Y/N)?” he spoke, making you nervous to hear what he was going to say.

“Yes?” you replied, anxiously waiting to hear what he was going to say, while still keeping your calm demeanor.

“I love you..” he spoke, briefly pausing in his tracks as he turned to look at you.

“And I love you too…in case you were not aware,” you spoke, making the last part sarcastic. You felt your heart flutter again as he chuckled a bit, leaning slowly in to kiss you again. It was so gentle, you almost barely felt his lips press against yours. You practically melted as you felt him still smiling ever so slightly as he kissed you. Wrapping your arms around him, you briefly brought his body closer to you before pulling away.

“So…I’ll see you to-morrow?” you spoke.

“Surely you will..” He said, still smiling. It made you feel special, being able to see him smile and laugh when almost nobody did. Something about his expressions of happiness evoked a sort of contentment in you- something you didn’t think you’d be able to find anywhere else…

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𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖇𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖌𝖓𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙...

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler x reader #gregory violet #black butler manga #sebastian michaelis

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cleverclovers · 2 months

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I'm feeling very flustered and frustrated right now. Here's the situation

The other day when I requested help to get grub hub I received enough to justify also buying litter. The litter charged through cleanly, but dinner did not. At the time of ordering I had precisely what I needed for rent, for food, and for litter. The balance of that is showing I currently have enough for rent, but the food charge is still pending, and does not appear to have factored out of my balances. Math is currently showing I'm somehow 37$ short for rent. I don't know what's going on there.

The litter I ordered, the litter that charged through cleanly, the clean litter, that litter... it's delayed. It won't be here until monday.

While I was showering today Jerry pulled the curtain back to check on me and wound up filling the bathroom litterbox with water. All that litter is ruined now. That's the only litterbox my super geriatric cat will use

I now need litter sooner than I was expecting I would. In theory I could simply clean the box out and pour part of whats in the other two boxes into it but there's simply not enough of it to go around.

ordering litter on it's own from a grocery delivery service is cost prohibitive, but leaving the house when it's near to snowing out and I don't have appropriate winter gear for my mobility aids is not advisable.

I'm also short on groceries, so I checked to see what groceries and litter would cost me through delivery. it wants to authorize a sixty dollar grocery order for 80 dollars.

I do not have 80 dollars. I don't even have 60. I might not even have everything i need for rent

But at least I can draw again??? so I have art to offer?

Anyway. Apparently i need At Minimum 100$, part for groceries and litter, part as buffer in case I fucked myself over somehow.

Comms are, as always, open, but due to circumstances everything is half off so long as everyone is ok with waiting for turn around.

#emergency #fucking hell fuck my life #this is why we don't relax until after everything is paid

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katcoquette · 2 years

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Too Many Games, 18+

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!Reader

masterlist | taglist

summary: requested by @iloveefictionalpeople! <3 you'd always thought jake played too many games, and tonight was no exception

★ word count: 1.5k

★ tw: smut 18+ I'm so serious, oral (f receiving), fingering, also this is my first smut pls be gentle, you are responsible for your own media consumption!

★ author's note: i dont have anything to say?? he’s just like so sexy?? except I have a lot to say firstly, this was a pain in my ass to get to tumblr because I wrote it on my phone last night at 3AM and was just frantically trying to get it all down, secondly PLEASE I was too mortified in the light of day to edit my night fantasies like LITERALLY could barely get through formatting so please let me know if there are big mistakes, thirdly... enjoy because I know I did ;)

It was late, most of the bar's patrons had already left satisfied and drunk off their asses aside from a small group of top gun pilots gathered around the dart board. You’d told Penny to take off early, promising to lock up and make it home safely on your own. You finished cleaning the last glasses of the night, trying to delay closing as long as you could for the men you’d seen frequenting the bar all summer long. Eventually, after closing all the blinds, you run out of tasks (and even made-up tasks) and decide the time has come to ask them to leave.

What a shame.

“You boys ready to go?” You offer a smile with it in an attempt to soften your bluntness, tossing a bar towel over your shoulder. They chuckle in response, one of them offering a “we’ll get out of your hair”, while the rest of them agree and start to leave.

All except one. Hangman.

He was by far the hottest of the group, and he had the ego to prove it. You loved the days when he visited the bar, always with some cheeky comment to you at the beginning of the night, and with every drink order thereafter. He kept an eye on you, followed your orders to throw people out, sent smirks your way in between shots. It had become a routine, a buildup, but it was one that you weren’t sure would ever extend beyond flirting.

He says goodbye to his friends and makes up some excuse to linger longer, fingering a dart absentmindedly while he waits for the bar to be fully empty. You sneak glances as you move around the bar, turning out the lights, and god if you didn’t wish those fingers were doing something else. You go back behind the counter and discard your towel.

“You planning on spendin’ the night?” You tease, hands planted on the bar as he finally makes his way over to you.

He leans in as far as the counter will allow, “I feel like playing one more game.” His eyes flicker not so subtly from your lips to meet your eyes. “Care to join me? We can make it interesting.” His signature cocky grin is firmly on his lips.

You touch your tongue to the back of your teeth and look up at him, considering his offer. “I’m intrigued…you’re on.” He holds out his hand and you take it, climbing over the bar to follow him back to the dart board.

“The name of the game is Strip Darts.” He announces, handing you a set of darts. “Do you need an explanation of the rules?”

You almost snort, “Seems pretty self explanatory.” He holds up his hands, a smirk on his face. “Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You narrow your eyes playfully, then turn and throw the dart, hitting a space in the inner ring. You turn back to him with an innocent smile. “I believe that’s your shirt gone, Bagman.”

His jaw clenches slightly at the name, causing your smile to turn smug. “Need any help?” You quip, to which he responds with a sarcastic smile, and one shirt thrown to the floor. “My turn.”

He throws a dart and hits the outer ring of the bullseye. “That counts as two.”

“Bullshit.”

“Hey, you’re the one who didn’t want to hear the rules! Not my fault it bit you in the ass so early.” He winks.

“Fine.” You say, sliding off both your sandals. He narrows his eyes, but doesn’t protest at your loophole.

You hit the board again and are rewarded with his undershirt being discarded, leaving his chest on full display. You gulp as his arms flex to pull it over his head, unashamedly staring at his abs, and then trailing your gaze even lower.

He clears his throat, and your eyes snap back up to his. He’s grinning again. It was a challenge. He takes his turn.

Bullseye.

He puts his arms up in the air, as if he’s just scored a touchdown, and spins to face you. “That.” He emphasizes, pointing to the board. “Is worth three items of clothing.” The rules were obviously stacked against you, but you decide that won't stop you from beating him at his own game.

You undo the button on your jeans, keeping your eyes locked with his as you pull them down and step out of them. His smirk falters when he sees the thong you’re wearing. You cock your head, convinced you have the upper hand again, and start to unbutton the top you have on while walking closer to him.

You stop about a foot away, letting the shirt fall off your shoulders and onto the ground. You’re left in your bra and underwear. “That’s two.” You say sweetly, “Third’s your choice.” He takes a sharp breath in, and you realize then that the game of darts would be abandoned.

Now you were playing an entirely different game, and it was the one you’d been dying to finish all summer.

His gaze roam your body hungrily, all tension coming to a head.

His eyes snap back to yours.

And then he’s crashing his lips against yours in an unrestrained kiss.

His fingers unclasp the back of your bra without breaking from you, and you help him pull the straps off, letting it fall between the two of you onto the ground. Arms now free, you wrap one over his shoulder, hand splayed across his back in an attempt to ground yourself in this moment. His mouth leaves yours to move to your neck, leaving wet bites as he continues down.

You tilt your head back to give him better access and let out a moan as he gets closer to the curve of your breasts, your hand moving up to grasp at the hair on the back of his head. Your other hand grips his bicep.

“Jake…”

At the sound of his name he sighs, squeezing your tits then leaving one last mark there, causing your nipples to harden. One arm wraps tightly around you so your bare chests are pressed together as he moves back to your lips, his other hand cupping your chin while he kisses you.

His arms keep you steady as he walks you back toward the bar until you feel your ass hit the edge. When you do, his hand grips your ass, lifting you up onto the bar in a sudden move that startles a yelp and then a laugh out of you.

He takes a step back and smiles, a genuine, in-awe-of-you smile, as his eyes rake over your half-naked form propped up on the counter.

“God you’re so fuckin’ pretty. Look at you.”

You blush, “Come back.” You pout, extending your leg to brush over his pants. He groans at the contact, “Don’t have to tell me twice.” And he’s back in your arms. His tongue enters your mouth this time, and you reach down to unbutton his pants.

He chuckles against your lips, grabbing your wrist to stop you from undoing the zipper. He rests his forehead against yours as you both breath heavily, and, still holding your wrist with one hand, the other skims down your side, stopping just above the waistband of your thong.

“You’ve been teasing me a long time, sweetheart.” He snaps the band, causing your core to pulse. He gives you a chaste kiss. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you at this bar all summer eye-fucking me.”

You smirk. “There’s just something about you pilots.”

“Oh yeah?“ He encourages you, his fingers tracing the outline of your underwear, further and further down, until he’s moving the fabric aside to part your swollen lips. The cold air hits your area, and you feel like you stop breathing just as his fingers do. He’s waiting for you to say something.

“One pilot.” You admit, desperate for his fingers to touch you. He connects your lips at the same time that he pushes two fingers into you. “Oh god.” You moan into his mouth. “Not quite.” He answers between kisses. “But close.” You can feel him smirk against your lips as his fingers continue to work in and out of you.

“Fuck please.” You beg as he curls his fingers. “Please what, baby?” He rasps.

“I wanna feel your tongue.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead just smiling and giving you one more kiss as he pulls out his fingers. You almost whine at the loss of contact, but then he’s lowering to his knees, hands sliding down to your thighs.

You gasp softly as he pushes your knees wider, pressing kisses to your inner thigh. He looks up at you from his spot between your legs, and god he looks beautiful.

Your chest heaves with deep breathes as you wait with anticipation. He pushes aside the material of your thong for the second time, licking a deep stripe up.

Your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy as he sucks your clit, finding it easily. You lean back onto your elbows, and throw your head back. "Feels so good, Jake." You breathe out, already close.

He picks up on that, his finger replacing his mouth on your clit, "You're doing so good for me, aren't you?" He asks before his tongue moves lower. It doesn’t take much longer for him to send you over the edge.

When he’s done nursing you through your high, he stands up and leans over you, resting his chin on your chest as you lean, practically lay over the bar, barely able to hold yourself up. He notices and puts his arms behind your back, relieving some of the tension.

"You broke the rules." You whisper, still seeing stars.

“That doesn't count because I left your panties on.” He smirks, "Besides, I made the rules." His voice rasps in your ear.

“Please just fuck me.” You plead. He chuckles.

“We’ll save that for our next game.”

part two

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thefallennightmare · 11 months

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Soldiers-four

credit to whoever made the gif, found on google/pinterest.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: angst, language, fluff, violence, smut.

Summary: Reader has spent the last seventy years in hell as a prisoner soldier; Hydra's greatest weapon. Well, second greatest weapon after The Winter Soldier. The only thing that got her through that hell was him, even if she was the one behind his biggest pain.

Authors Note: Sorry for the long delay! Hope the wait was worth it. Tags are open! There's also a sentence in here that's in Russian and you'll find the translation at the end of this chapter.

Tags(open): @elizacusi-blog @pattiemac1 @yvessaintmuerte @mdpplgtz03 @mayjaysthots @broadwaybabe18 @sebsgirl71479 @yourfavunsub @themorningsunshine @nikwld @splendidreads @fall-myriad

Darkness.

I had grown accustomed to it after all these years living in hell. It had become almost a second skin to me, attaching to every vessel in my body. I thrived in it, sometimes craved it in my lowest moments. Like right now.

The mission I had moments ago returned from was weighing heavy on my shoulders as the memories of the young face kept replaying over in my mind. The kid wasn’t supposed to be there, my intel said only the parents were inside. So when I saw the young girl emerge from the closet she had been hiding in, I froze.

It was the first time and would be the very last time that happened.

Johann’s voice from when he was first training me haunted my mind as I stared at the little girl.

“No witness. No matter what.”

The only thing that lifted the weight of regret was the fact that it was a quick ending, she didn’t feel a thing.

With a sigh, I continued to long trek down the hallway towards my living quarters, ready to wash away the blood and filth, and I quickly wondered what Soldat had been up to while I was gone. Zola said that he needed him to stay back for a different mission. Curiosity filled me since the two of us never would be split up for missions, almost a year together.

Soldat and I had grown incredibly close by ways of always wanting to be around one another, soft touches of our skin as our hands would brush past, or the soft pad of his flesh thumb as it grazed over the healed cuts over my cheek.

It never became more than that because the both of us were afraid of what the repercussions would be if Zola had found out.

I opened the door to my room but came to a halt when the large body sat on the edge of my bed, head in his flesh hand. The metal arm was still so foreign to him, the murders that happened because of it was his own burden. Anytime I would reach for it, Soldat would retract it as if I had shocked him with my powers.

As much as I tried to promise him that I wouldn’t ever use my powers on him, I knew that he would never remember because his mind would be wiped after every mission.

There were some things he would remember. He would remember me, who I was, and the slow growing feeling between us, but nothing else.

“Voin.”

My name fell from his lips in a softness that carried my heart into my throat.

“How long have you been waiting for me?” I asked while setting the bag that held my weapons onto the table next to my bed.

Soldat finally looked up into my eyes, his own darkening with anger.

“Your face,” He seethed while almost jumping to his feet. “What happened?”

I let out a silent wince as he brushed a finger over the fading black eye. I didn’t make a big deal out of it because with the serum pumping through my veins, it would be gone in the morning.

“Nothing, I’ll be fine.” I kept my answer short while pulling away from his touch.

Soldat felt the sudden tension and let out a deep breath. No words fell from his lips, however, as his eyes burned deep into the back of my head while he watched me unload my bags and gather a fresh set of clothes.

“What happened tonight?”

The richness of his voice made my knees weak.

“I was ordered to take out this couple that wouldn’t pledge their allegiance to Hydra.”

I did my best not to speak of the little girl that witnessed everything while I turned on my heels to notice Soldat tilting his head at me, the blueness of his eyes filled with worry.

“Who saw you?” He asked.

My shoulders slumped, only slightly, and I cursed under my breath. Soldat was an expert at reading me, not being able to keep anything from him.

I blew out a deep breath as I felt my bottom lip tremble, the memories of the young face flashing in my mind.

Cold fingers cupped my cheek and I froze under his touch, Soldat almost never touching me with his metal hand.

“Moya lyubov', pogovori so mnoy.”

My eyes fluttered shut at not only his touch but the Russian words rolling off his tongue. I melted into him by wrapping my arms around the broadness of his back but didn’t miss the way he tensed slightly.

“There was a little girl,” I muttered.

“Oh, Voin,” Soldat hummed while brushing his lips across the top of my head.

A few tears fell from my eyes, but he was quick to brush them away with his flesh fingers. I was always so tough around the compound, not wanting anyone to take advantage of me. But with Soldat, I allowed myself to lower that wall, letting him in. I never thought that while being here that I would ever find someone to confide in but I think it was because that we were both being held here without a choice that it made us have something in common. It brought us closer this past year.

Our eyes locked and there was the same pull that we always felt between us as I leaned closer into him. The broadness of his chest pressed up against mine, I could hear how nervous he was by the beating of his heart; my own heart was doing the exact same thing. Both of our lips were so close to one another, the warmness of his breath fanned over mine as a silent moan fell from them.

Suddenly, there was a very loud pounding in our ears as we stared at the door to my room seconds before it busted open. We heard the guards' footsteps down the long hallway, meters before they barged into my room. Their guns were drawn as they stared at Soldat and I, who still were in each other's embrace.

“What the fuck?” I cursed, fingers sparking with electricity as I turned in Soldat’s arms.

My back was to him but that didn’t stop him from stepping in front of me and with a quick look over his shoulder, I let the sparks fade. The fight that I wouldn’t mind having wasn’t worth the repercussions. We both knew what would happen if we messed with Zola’s guards.

“Who gave you orders to barge into my room?” I asked the two guards.

They remained silent, guns still pointing to our faces, and when I saw the small man walk between the two guards, my heart fell fast knowing that Soldat and I were caught.

“I knew this would happen eventually,” Zola clicked his tongue while adjusting the glasses on his nose.

I swallowed thickly.

“Nothing was happening,” I shook my head, not missing the way Soldat’s shoulders dropped slightly.

Zola ignored me. “It was inevitable. You two are cut from the same cloth.”

With one look from him, the guards forced their guns into Soldat’s back, one of them kicking him in the back of the leg, bringing him to his knees.

“Leave him alone!” I yelled while bringing the sparks to my fingers.

Out of nowhere, I was hit in the back of the head, my body falling to a heap on the floor. Soldat’s yells of anger were the only thing that kept me conscious as I felt myself being dragged away from my room by the roots of my hair.

I watched with slight fear as Soldat, who was behind me, was forced to walk by guns pressed to his back. My legs kicked and thrashed against whoever was dragging me down the hallway towards a room that I knew all too well.

“Set him in the chair,” Zola ordered.

“No!” I ripped myself from the grasp of my captor and was fast to my feet, setting an electric bolt into him.

I paid no mind to the body that fell at my feet.

Soldat was forced into the chair, metal arm cuffs locking him into place. I looked into his eyes and my stomach dropped at the amount of fear that filled them. He knew what was about to happen and there was nothing I could do about it.

I would try my darndest, though.

“I won’t do it,” I shook my head towards Zola. “He doesn’t deserve this.”

“What the two of you deserve does not matter,” he said in an eerily calm tone which scared me even more. “Clearly, Soldat has been a distraction for you.”

“No, he hasn't,” I lied.

Whether I wanted to believe myself or not, I knew that Zola was right. The entire time on my mission earlier, all I thought about was what Soldat was doing and if he was alright which is how I missed the young girl.

Zola tilted his head towards me. “Then care to explain how you nearly missed a witness?”

I blinked; lips parted in shock. “How did you know?”

Soldat fought against the metal cuffs which caused one of the guards to ram the barrel of his gun into the side of his head. Without even thinking, I blasted a bolt into the guard, his body evaporating into dust to the ground.

“If you keep that up, I won’t have any more guards left,” Zola said with a hint of anger in his voice.

I began to walk towards Soldat, ready to let him out of the confines but the bullet that pierced my shoulder halted my feet into place. The pain from being shot meant absolutely nothing to me as I glared into the scared guard that was being the gun that fired the shot.

“Did you just fucking shoot me?” I raved in anger.

“Voin, don’t-.”

Zola’s voice was cut off but the loud, echoing, sound of lighting as I snuck up behind the guard and grabbed both sides of his head, hair and skin melting at my touch.

My own skin pricked as I felt something shift in the air around me and I looked to my left where a guard was coming at me with a knife gripped in his hand. So with a quick snap of my finger, a bolt of electricity wrapped around him like a wire and kept him in place, unable to move.

The darkness that I craved for solace had darkened my eyes while I stared at Zola.

“Your pathetic excuse for men seems to forget that they cannot kill me,” I reminded him with a sour tone.

“No, they cannot,” he shook his head. “But they can hurt the one that you care for the most.”

Soldat cried out in pain as a knife dug deep into the skin where the metal arm began. After all this time, the wound where the scientist butchered him still had yet to heal properly.

I stepped forward to save him but when the gun was pointed between his eyes, I froze.

“I will kill you all,” I vowed while staring at everyone in the room.

Zola ignored me. “I need you to wipe him.”

Immediately I shook my head. “It’s been too long. Who knows how it will affect him.”

“I do not care! Wipe him now!” Zola screamed.

My body flinched, suddenly becoming the little girl I used to be, before coming here. My parents would yell at me exactly like that so many times when I was a little girl.

Tears rolled down my cheeks while I looked towards Soldat, who was already watching me with his own broken eyes.

“It’s alright,” he reassured me.

I nodded with a sob and slowly walked up behind him, eyes screwed shut tight. The static shot from my fingers as I let the electricity pierce through his skull, deep into his brain. I kept my mind focused, not letting Soldat’s cries distract me so I didn’t wipe his mind too much. I still wanted him to remember me.

As usual, Soldat passed out from the pain, and I retreated out of the laboratory until Zola’s words sounded in my ears.

“Prepare the cyro chamber.”

I spun on my heels so fast that my hair whipped around me. “What?”

My heart hammered hard in my chest in hopes that I heard Zola wrong; even though I knew I heard him right.

“Think of this as punishment,” Zola said as he walked past me, out of the room. “If you even think about stopping them, I’ll find a way to kill the both of you.”

I watched in horror as two guards halted Soldat from his chair and dragged him to what I guessed was the cyro chamber, frost tickling my ankles as they opened the door. Soldat had awoken slightly now, the haze clouding his mind as he searched for me.

“It’s alright,” I mouthed when he found me.

It did nothing to calm the erratic pounding of his heart.

The last thing I saw from the small window of the door as his slammed shut was Soldat reaching for me before he was frozen in his current state.

RUSSIAN TRANSLASTION: my love, talk to me.

#the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier x you #the winters soldier and you #the winter soldier and yn #the winter soldier and reader #james buchanan barnes x you #bucky barnes and you #bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes x reader

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a-simp-named-slickback · 3 months

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Star-Crossed | Basim x OC | Chapter 6

After months of pinning, Basim and Nashira decide to stop fighting their feelings for each other. However, they both discover troubling news that could put an end to their passionate love affair.

WARNING: Some sexual themes (no actual sex, sorry) MDNI!!!

Basim dashed across the rooftops as the sun set behind him. He spent the day completing some contracts around the Harbiyah Buerau, as a favor to Fuladh. It was nice taking a break from his larger mission hunting the Order members.

It also meant he could spend more time with Nashira in the evenings.

Things with them had been going very well for them over the last few months, and everyone seemed to notice Basim’s lighter demeanor. It was like he was floating on a cloud. How could he not be? While their separate lives kept them apart during the daytime, he knew Nashira would be waiting for him in the evenings. At night they didn’t have to worry about the Hidden Ones, The Order, or even stars above. They had each other in their own little world..

It felt like his legs couldn’t carry him fast enough to her observatory. After a long day of climbing buildings, the only thing he wanted was her in his arms again. That alone would be enough to keep the jinni at bay, at least for the night.

He crept near her window, seeing that she was inside near the bookshelf. She was alone, seeing as her class ended hours ago by now. He smirked, quietly landing on the floor of the observatory. He took a moment to enjoy her humming, her voice sounding like the finisest music to his ears.

Stealthily, he stalked up behind her in a crouching stance, being extra careful not to disturb Halah napping in the corner. Just as he reached out a hand towards Nashira, he heard her laugh.

“You’re late.” She turned around to reveal a cheeky smile, “Again.”

Basim chuckled, standing up straight and removing his hood, “I had a minor delay.” He smirked. He took her by the hand and pulled her close, “But I am here now.”

Nashira snaked her arms around his neck in return, “That you are.”

They closed the space between them with a kiss.

Nashira smiled up at him, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, ya rouhi.” Basim smiled back.

Ya rouhi, “my soulmate,” Nashira loved it when he called her that. He always used that term of endearment when he felt particularly affectionate, which was definitely saying something. Basim showed his affection often.

She smiled at him, “Would you mind reaching for that book up there?” She pointed to a very old book, with a spine that seemed frayed from use.

He reached for it, taking a look at the cover. The only thing on it was a strange symbol: two snakes wrapped around a winged staff. He had never seen anything like it, and yet, it seemed so strangely familiar.

“Where have I seen this before?” He wondered to himself before handing it to her.

She kissed his cheek, “Thank you!“

“What is it?” He asked, his curiosity over the symbol filling his thoughts more than anything.

“A book my father received from his mentor, Al-Kwharizmi.” She placed the book on her desk as she flipped through it, “It has personal writings from the great mathematician and scientist Pythagerous. Can you believe that? Incredibly rare!” She explained as she flipped through the book.

Basim squinted, trying to get a good look at the words, “What does it say? I can’t read these strange markings.”

“It’s in Greek. I’m a little rusty but I can decipher most of it. It’s mainly just his notes on some mathematical theories and other musings of his. I’m hoping I can find something in here my students will find interesting for my lectures. It seems they have grown tired of the basics.” She laughed.

Basim took one look at her desk and noticed how cluttered it was. Papers, parchments, books, and various tools were scattered across it like a whirlwind swept through the area. It was a wonder she ever found anything in this mess.

“You really ought to tidy up here,” He chuckled, reaching for what he thought was a scrap of paper, only to see it was an unopened letter. He nearly cast it aside until reading the name written on it.

Omar ibn Nasir al-Rashid

He held it up, “You got a letter from your husband?”

Nashira seemed to deflate upon seeing it, “I got it this morning,” She muttered, keeping her eyes on the book.

“But you haven’t opened it yet?” He asked, concerned, “Don’t you want to know what it says?”

She looked at him and shook her head.

Basim furrowed his brows, “Nashira…what are you going to do when he comes back? Are you going to tell him?”

She contemplated time and time again if she was going to tell Omar. If she told him, he’d probably throw her out and she’d lose the observatory. She might even be tried for adultery by the shurta. If she didn’t tell him, she’d be an adulteress and a liar. She’d spend who knows how long sneaking around with Basim behind her husband's back, but at least she’d still have the safety and security her marriage afforded her. Neither option sounded great, but that’s the price one pays for taking fate into their own hands: there were always consequences.

“I…I don’t know. I don’t want to think about that right now.” She moved her hand to caress his cheek, “I just want to be in the moment with you.”

She smiled, but there was the slightest shift in her demeanor that Basim just barely caught. This wasn’t their first time bringing up this topic. He knew what lay behind that smile. Sorrow at what the return of her husband would mean. Trepidation for what the future might hold. Yearning for time to stand still, just for the two of them. He felt it too.

“Very well,” Basim sighed, “But promise me you will read this soon? It could be important.”

“I will, later.” Nashira took the letter from Basim and shoved it into a nearby drawer and leaned against her desk, “Now, tell me about your day.”

Basim groaned. His day was much of the same: gathering information, hunting targets, getting his hands dirty. He didn’t mind taking on contracts for the rafiks but the requests were often frivolous or over complicated. They left him feeling tense, and truth be told, he wanted to find a way to unwind with Nashira’s help.

Basim snaked his hands around her waist, “I’d rather not talk about work.”

Nashira tilted her head and frowned, “Why not? Did something happen?” She asked, sounding concerned.

He chuckled, “No, nothing bad happened. It’s just…” He brought his lips to her ear, “I was hoping you could distract me?”

Her spine tingled from the sheer timbre of his voice. She could practically hear that mischievous smirk of his, “Oh? In what way?” She raised an eyebrow, playing coy.

He chuckled, a wolffish grin growing on his face, “I'll show you.”

He pulled her in for another kiss, but this one was different. It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless and wanting more.

And with the way Basim’s hands were easing their way to her backside, she could tell he wanted a lot more than just a kiss.

She wanted nothing more than to succumb to his charms, and truth be told, she desperately wanted to be distracted too.

Unfortunately, they had a little problem.

She laughed against his lips, “Basim, not in front of Halah.”

He groaned, “Halah is a cat, ya habibti.”

“A very smart cat,” She explained, “Just think if it were Enkidu! You wouldn’t want him seeing us, would you?” She smirked, giggling as Basim kissed up her neck and jaw.

Basim rolled his eyes, “Enkidu is the furthest thing from my mind right now.”

She chuckled as he leaned in for another kiss, “Basim,” she stopped him and pointed at Halah who was now wide awake and walking towards him.

Halah let out a meow, sitting down and tilting her head at the two humans beside her.

Nashria chuckled,“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather keep this between you, me, and Allah.”

Basim let out a long sigh in defeat, pulling away from Nashira.

She kissed his cheek, “Meet me at your hideout in Anbar.” She said with a wink.

Her half lidded eyes took hold of Basim, like a puppet on a string. He could have sworn she put a little extra sway in her hips as she made her way to the door.

He chuckled, making a silent prayer that Nehal wouldn’t be home when they got there.

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Nashira didn’t have a choice in marrying Omar.

With her dying father and no other male family members, Nashira needed to marry much younger than she or her father anticipated.

Despite his declining health, Khalid was very picky about every offer that came their way. When it came to his daughter, it wasn’t enough that they had money or status (although money was still very much important) he needed to know their character. He wanted to die knowing his beloved daughter would be in the best hands possible. However, finding a husband for his Nashira proved a difficult task for many reasons.

One: as beautiful and brilliant as his daughter was, she had no wifely qualities about her. Since his own wife died while Nashira was still young, he was in charge of raising her. He taught her all that he knew: the stars, math, reading and writing, the quran. She never learned anything about child rearing or keeping a home. She couldn’t cook, she hardly cleaned, and she didn’t know the first thing about babies. She was essentially useless, at least in terms of being a wife.

Two: she was stubborn. He always taught Nashira to be steadfast and not easily swayed when making important decisions. He didn’t think it would lead to her turning down nearly every marriage offer she received. Omar included, at first.

And three: his daughter was still smitten with that thief boy who disappeared. While it pained him to see his only daughter experience heart break at such a young age, he urged her to choose a suitor or, for her to let him decide based on what he thought best.

He chose Omar, not only because he was his best student, but because he was the perfect choice in Khalid’s eyes. Omar came from a rich family, so they’d be financially stable and could afford servants to handle everything Nashira couldn’t do. Omar was a good young man, kind and virtuous. He wouldn’t be cruel to his daughter. He wasn’t much older than Nashira, just old enough and mature enough to understand the responsibilities of marriage. Plus, Omar agreed to go along with all of Khalid’s final wishes including keeping the observatory in his name for Nashira’s use alone.

Omar, in her father’s eyes, was perfect for Nashira. She couldn’t help but wonder what her dear father would think if he could see her now. As comforting as the thought of him watching over her was, she hoped that wasn’t the case at the moment. She’d rather not have her father see her in the arms of a man who wasn’t her husband, tangled up in a mess of sheets and haphazardly thrown garments.

As for what her father’s opinion on the matter would have been, she didn’t care for it. As scandalous as her situation was, it was her decision. Her choice. She would accept whatever consequences arose if it meant being with Basim.

She let out a blissful sigh, drawing circles on Basim’s chest.

Basim’s hand ran up and down her bare back, “What are you thinking about?”

She let out breath through her nose, “Nothing important,” She sat up just a bit, resting a hand over his heart. His heartbeat was steady, that was a good sign. Still, he looked tired. Though, that likely had to do more with what they did last night than the jinni.

“How did you sleep?” She asked him, her face turning serious with concern.

Basim smiled, taking the hand on his heart and kissing her finger tips, “No nightmares.”

She felt relief over her, “Good.” She lay her head back on his chest, “Then let us lay here a bit longer.”

Basim sighed remorsefully, “I will have to get up at some point. I must meet Master Roshan in The Round City soon.” He said, sitting them both up.

He tried not to laugh when he heard the whine she let out in response.

She circled her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him, “Can’t it wait?” She placed a few kisses on his cheek, “Don’t go yet, ya habibi.” She said softly in his ear.

Whatever discipline the brotherhood taught him nearly vanished the moment he felt her breasts press against his chest. Her skin was so soft and her rose scented perfume drowned his senses. Did she know the effect she had on him? Did she know how he melted when she whispered in his ear?

Maybe he could stay for a little while longer…

“No, no, focus Basim!”

He placed his hands at her sides, attempting to pull her off of him to no avail. Or maybe he wasn’t trying that hard after all, “Liberation cannot wait, not even for a temptress like you ya rouhi.” he smirked.

She pulled away, playfully raising a brow at him, “Oh, so I’m a temptress now?”

“Only a temptress would try and seduce me to keep me from my work.”

She rolled her eyes and thumped his shoulder, “That slick tongue of yours is going to get you into trouble some day.”

The devilish chuckle he let out sent a tingle down her spine. And other places.

He pulled her closer, so she could straddle him, “You weren’t complaining about my slick tongue earlier.” He retorted.

His boldness nearly caught her off guard, but he wasn’t the only quick witted one here.

She leaned in, placing her lips near his ear, “Who said I was complaining?”

If the roaring flush in his cheeks wasn’t an indicator of how well that worked, she could certainly feel underneath her that it did.

She felt him chuckle then suddenly flip them both over so he could settle in between her legs.

He hovered over her, not wanting to crush her under his weight. She looked so tantalizing underneath him like this, with her dark curls flared out around her, looking up at him with those half lidded eyes…

How was he ever supposed to make it out of bed with her here?

He dove down, placing a kiss near her belly button, an area he knew she was ticklish.

Nashira erupted into a fit of giggles, “Again? Right now?”

He simply hummed a yes, kissing up her navel toward her breast. He trailed kisses from her collar bone, to her neck, then her jaw, before pausing briefly right before he got to her lips.

“What about Rosha- oh Basim…” She gasped when she felt his hands ghost between her legs, suddenly feeling hot all over her body again. It almost annoyed her how easy it was for him to do that to her.

“Roshan can wait,” he ground out right before closing the space between them with his lips on hers.

Hidden one or not, he was just a man at the end of the day. He could be disciplined later.

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A few days later...

He was told to cut the head from the snake.

Really, he was asked to silence the truth it spoke. Even from himself.

Qabiha knew something about Basim. She knew what he was, or what he was supposed to be. He would’ve known for himself had Roshan not cut her down in front of him.

He shuddered as he recalled her words to him. Though he couldn’t tell if it was out of fear, or rage.

“Follow the path she laid out for you, and I will kill you myself.”

Her voice echoed in his mind as he dashed his way to Anbar. He needed to tell Nehal everything, that she was right about Roshan.

His head hung low as he entered their old hideout. Immediately Nehal sprung up to meet him.

“Basim? Are you well?” she asked with great concern in her voice. Basim seemed overwhelmed, unfocused on anything but his own swimming thoughts, “Basim?”

He shook his head, “I…I do not know…” He lifted his head to look at her, “You were right, Nehal. My enemy, Quabiha, held the answer.”

Nehal furrowed her brows, “What did you learn?”

“That there is more to who I am. A truth Qabiha tried to tell me.” His face grew more upset, “A truth my master sought to silence. That truth lies in Alamut.”

Nehal nodded, “So we ride for Alamut.”

“I will go Nehal. I alone.” Basim clarified, turning on his heel towards the exit. Nehal quickly walked in front of him to block his path.

“You need me.”

Basim touched her shoulder, “I need you safe.”

“I am safe with you, and you with me.” She pressed.

Basim waved her off, “I may find nothing there but danger and death,” He said somberly, “This is my fate. I will not turn back from it but neither will I have you face it.”

Nehal looked him dead in the eye, “Where you go, there I will go. Where you rest, there I will rest. I will walk behind you every step of the way. You are never alone.”

She patted his shoulder, “Now get packing! We will not leave Alamut until you have found the answers you seek.”

Basim let out a sigh, accepting that he could not convince her. Still, this would be a dangerous mission, and he couldn’t head for Alamut without seeing someone important to him first.

As Nehal rummaged through their things he walked up behind her, “Hold on. There is someone I need to see first.”

Nehal gave him a look, “Tell me it’s not who I think it is.”

Basim simply nodded.

With a huff, she rolled her eyes, “Basim, I don’t think seeing your little girlfriend is important right now.”

“I left her once without telling her, I won’t do that again.” He made his way to the door, almost stepping out until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“She wouldn’t understand.” Nehal said.

“She does…she will, I just need to talk to her.” Basim said.

“You shouldn’t make her a part of this Basim,” She insisted, “It’s better to just leave her for good.”

“She needs to know how much I love her,” he insisted.

“No she doesn’t! What she needs is for you to leave her alone.”

“Then I need her to know!” He raised his voice and faced Nehal, “I’m not doing this to her again. If this is the last time I will see her, I need her to know how much I love her. I need her to know I did not abandon her again.”

Nehal stared at him for a moment, seeming moved by his words. She sighed, but nodded approvingly.

Without further hesitation, Basim left, making his way to Abbasiyah to see Nashira.

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Nashira hummed a song as she cleaned up her desk. She could practically hear her father nagging her about keeping her desk more organized. Even Basim mentioned she should clean it up. It may not have made sense to anyone else, but she didn't see a mess of papers and books. She had a system, and it worked for her. Until it didn't. That's when she knew she'd have to clean it.

She stopped her humming when her eyes fell on the drawer she tossed Omar’s letter into. It had been a few days since she received it and she figured she'd put off reading it long enough.

So, she opened the drawer, retrieved the letter, and tore it open. She didn’t know why she was so anxious about it. Usually, Omar’s letters just recounted stories about his trip, the places he’s seen, how much money was made at a certain port. Of course, he never signed off a letter without reminding Nashira how much he missed her, and how he couldn’t wait to come home.

Perhaps that was what made her so anxious. While she owned up to the affair, she still felt a deep seeded guilt gnawing away at her. She still loved Omar, but in a much different way than she loved Basim. Omar was like a good friend more than anything. He was kind, he was patient, and he worked hard to provide for them. He understood Nashira needed space so she could get used to the idea of their new life together. Not to mention he was the only person there for her when her father passed away. She may not have been in love with him, but she cared for him a great deal. The thought of hurting him made her feel sick to her stomach.

She had been feeling sick to her stomach quite often as of late.

She let out a long sigh and began to read it. The letter contained nothing out of the ordinary at first, but as she kept reading her blood ran cold and her hands began to shake.

He was coming home soon. Very soon.

Just like that her happiness turned to dread as she pondered what to do. She was not a liar, she had to tell him about her affair. Or at the very least, she’d have to be honest with him about her feelings and ask for a divorce. Both options filled her with anxiety.

Omar was a good man; he never so much as raised his voice to her. But even good men had their limits. Her affair with Basim would surely be one of them.

Her mind raced with thoughts: What would happen to her when she told Omar? Where would she go? What would become of her father’s observatory? She loved Basim, that much was certain, but could she really depend on him? His first loyalty was to the Hidden Ones, and if they ordered him to do something or go somewhere, he’d have to do it no questions asked, and likely couldn't bring Nashira with him.

What did that mean for her? Afterall, no matter how ‘meant to be’ she and Basim were, it didn’t change the fact that she was an adulteress. If Omar told the Shurta, she could be punished severely. Perhaps even paying the price of her crime with her life.

The stress grew too much to handle and Nashira found herself doubling over and vomiting in a nearby basket.

She heaved, wiping the corners of her mouth, moving to hug her knees to her chest as Halah stalked beside her.

Halah meowed next to her, nuzzling her head into Nashira’s side. With a weak smile, Nashira reached down to pet her loving cat, trying hard to steady her shaking hand in the process.

“What am I going to do Halah?” She asked, watching the sun set from the window, praying for an answer.

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mixnmatch4dead · 5 months

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Hellooo 🥺 politely asking for a Coach and Bill mashup

It’s been 6 months exactly since my last upload, sorry for the wait! I admit there was a bit of a reason for the delay on this one… I actually didn’t advertise mash-ups.

Swaps are when one character takes on the character role of another, while mash-ups are the two characters as one person. I wasn’t sure if i should draw Bill as Coach or Coach as Bill, and I didn’t want to disappoint. I do have experience in making mashups/fusions, though, so I figured I might as well give what you asked for, since I thought it would be cool even if it was a misunderstanding… and since I made you wait for so long….. I mashed the whole casts of l4d1&2 into… i guess left 4 dead one-and-a-half?

Say Hi to the Left 4 Dead Mash-Ups Line-up! (Ordered by height, tallest to shortest)

Since this asker also pointed out that they were interested in mashing their personalities specifically in the past, I’ll also go into detail on how I picture them acting ^^ I also did doodles anytime i got tired or stuck with the mash-ups, you can also find them under the cut <3

Coach+William Overbeck (Mashup name… Vet?) -

Perspective : This vet is very kind-spirited but very protective of the trio he finds himself working with. He wants to see all of them make it to the other side, and if that means risking his own life, he’s ready to put it on the line. He expresses this by frequently checking on the health and well-being of the others, commanding them around in dire situations, putting his body between his pinned teammates and the infected if he has to, and teaching them survival skills that help outside of combat, in case they wind up without him.

Granddad Friend? : Since the second-oldest person on the team is deceptively irresponsible, he’s completely taking the slack of the caretaker role for the whole dang team. He is willing to be mean and go above the others if he thinks they’re being irresponsible with their own lives. Like Bill, he is fully willing to leave people behind so long as the three are safe, and also like Bill he WILL minimize your injuries a little if it means you keep moving forward. (“If you’re not bleeding out, you’re not allowed to cry” moments)

Humor : Like Coach, he’s got good humor when the situation calls for it… as soon as things get serious, though, he drops the jokes and smiles entirely. He’ll make jokes about his favorite foods and whatever silly situation deserves a little chuckle, so long as everyone is alive and well for it. Sure, comedy heals all wounds, but sometimes you need to focus and get out of the situation before you can try to fix things. He has a BIG laugh and is very receptive when the others joke with each other.

Religion : A practicing Christian like Coach, he will sometimes mention it when he feels the situation calls for it (including chastising people for cursing despite swearing ALL the time. Bill says Bitch a lot, but Coach says Shit more than anyone else in the game!)— I could see him doing other things like the ‘valley of the shadow of death’ prayer from the Swamp Campaign.

School Colors? : Admittedly inaccurate, there’s not a single school in Georgia with a green and purple color scheme. In my defense, Coach’s school is three hours away from Savannah and he keeps saying he “lives around here” in the beginning first campaign, so...

Medical History : With Bill and Coach’s combined histories and backgrounds, they’re in a bit of a worse condition than either were originally. Bill, with his injury in the war and age, combined with Coach’s knee injury that was bad enough to knock him out of sports… It’s never specified which knees either injured, but I actually considered cutting one off entirely in case they hurt the same one. This is all without mentioning Bill’s canon PTSD, which carried over since this is a combination of both characters. He uses a variety of things to improve his mobility and comfort, sometimes even using a wheelchair when they’re available and someone else on the team is willing to carry it when the landscape becomes inaccessible.

Smoking : An addiction he took steps to successfully break a long, long time ago to be a good example to the students he taught. He only started again when he realized… this really was the end of the world has he knew it. It helps with the pain in his joints, too. He still refuses giving any to the other three.

Nick+Francis (Mashup name probably Frick) -

Perspective : A gambler and a biker with a bit of a history of getting into scrapes and other dangerous situations, he has learned absolutely no lessons except when to start running away. In past experiences, he found he was better off working on his own, and brushed off positive experiences with teams as ‘only a matter of time’ or exceptions. He usually just looks out for himself, but he’s realizing that this situation genuinely requires cooperation… and that he likes knowing that the others are there for him.

Infected! : While we know all of the protagonists are carriers, we don’t actually know if all of them have caught the green flu before they all meet! However, since Francis and Nick are suggested to have a very similar intro to the apocalypse, it’s very VERY likely that Mr. Frick here is the first of the group to actually carry the disease, and that he catches it before the infection becomes a local problem.

Irresponsible : He will immediately use something on a whim if he’s trusted with anything. This includes eating any snacks in his bag, drinking all the water in a bottle meant for the group, and taking pills on an instinct the first moment something bothers him. Is it selfishness? Not really, he just doesn’t think when he thinks he’s been provided a quick fix.

Graying : He is actively graying and it would be visible if he didn’t dye it… though he kind of got the wrong color. He doesn’t want to talk about it.

Picking Favorites? : He has a favorite teammate, and he only pretends he doesn’t because it means he likes them in general. His favorite is Rochelle&Louis by a long shot, mostly because they’re the most fun to talk to and seem to be on the same wavelength as him. But in like… a way that balances him out. It confuses him.

Rochelle+Louis (Mashup name likely Louchelle bc i like it) -

Perspective : To this mash-up, there is always a silver lining, even if you have to force it into existence. The power of positive thinking can go a long way, and they’ll be the first to remind the team pessimists that though this is the end of the world it isn’t the end. And then they get roasted for saying that, and have to verbally fight for their life.

Sarcasm and Banter : They will meet every roast with an equal or slightly greater burn. Bickering with Nick+Francis usually ends with a verbal murder on one of their sides, and they’re kind of lucky both of them are so quick to laugh it off.

Need for Normality : Out of all of the mash-ups, they’re the most insistent that they continue following the pre-apocalypse rules as well. That does not mean they’re always considering it, like they’ll trespass like crazy and take when they need it, but they don’t like it when their teammates steal from homes or small businesses. It kind of hurts to imagine the family that they’re taking from, even if they’re likely all dead.

Theater Kid : They can PROJECT like nobody’s business! They’re so good at making sure their voice carries, it’s kind of hard to stop! Which is bad when there’s a witch in the area, but boy can they verbalize when they have a problem of some kind. Also, from a history of being the one to manage things on a stage, they’re incredibly good at rephrasing Bill’s directions when he’s a bit more vague.

Anxiety : Quick to startle, easy to concern, and overall the most generally confused by the more hectic natures of the other three. They don’t understand why the others are so ready to just drop everything and make the worst choice just for the hell of it, but it is NOT helping their fears.

Ellis+Zoey (Mashup name either Elley or Zellis) -

Perspective : A college student considering dropping out and relieved that now they don’t have to think about it anymore! They’re happiest when they’re not thinking about anything— especially not have screwed over the world’s gotten. Any reminder of how they don’t know the situation their closest friends are in (and likely saw their family die) will close them off from the group, making them snippy and reserved until the others can get the humor back into them. It’s not intentional, it’s depression and fear for the future. They’re always ready to call the Francis&Nick mash-up for his bullshit.

Apocalypse Prep : What Zoey and Ellis have in common is that they had very similar reactions to learning about the Green Flu— that being shutting off the world and preparing the only way they knew how. While Zoey consumed a bunch of zombie movies in a depressed fugue state until her parents died when the infection became public, Ellis tricked-up a truck and used it to ram into zombies until one almost killed him, and their mash-up was probably doing both.

Short but Mighty! : Smallest of the team but can absolutely hold just about every other team member over their head. They’d absolutely love to show off how many gasoline canisters they can carry at one time, then trip and spill everything everywhere. Probably said they could beat a charger at an arm wrestling contest once.

Keith Stories : Expanded to include other friends and family members, this mash-up keeps Keith and will talk about him and others all the time.

Team Child : Are they 21? Yes, but do they act like it? Not really. It’s easier to see them as a teenager than a student with a full-time job, especially since they never act like it. Their open gullibility does not help.

I’d add more notes, but I’ve been doing this for awhile and I still have finals due. As I mentioned before, I’ve done mash-ups in the past and I had a LOT of fun doing them again, so if there are any other mash-ups you’d be interested in, I’d love to hear it! (Difference between mash-ups and swaps: you can mash more than two people at once…) I still have finals the day this is going to be posted, but that also means I have break for the next three weeks!

Doodles I mentioned before below!

#character mashup #nat’s art #l4d #left 4 dead #left 4 bill #left 4 Francis #left 4 Louis #left 4 zoey #left 4 coach #left 4 nick #left 4 Rochelle #left 4 Ellis

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beautifulchris · 12 days

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trainwreck

pairing: choi lia x gn!reader

summary: sometimes, relationships are meant to end

genres: angst, lovers to exes!au, good ending?

wc: 1,1k

tw: lia is a bad girlfriend, swearing

notes: hello everyone! this fic is part of my collection of fics! indented are the lyrics (ignore the mentions of a dress and 'boy'), banner made by me on canva. also!! idk if you'll notice, but this one is also based on two other songs from anne-marie c: happy reading!

listen to the song for a more immersive experience: spotify link | youtube link

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permanent tag list: @soobin-chois @exfolitae @linos-catnip @prettymiye0n (tell me if you want to be added/removed)

“I can’t do this anymore.”

You meant to say this for a while now, and today was the day you finally gathered the courage to verbalize the thought.

“What do you mean?”

The words that flew past her lips were nonchalant, like she was completely relaxed. Sitting up, she had her arms and legs crossed and a seemingly emotionless face. At least, that was the face you knew she made when unimpressed.

“I mean… that I want to break up with you.”

In contrast, you were so nervous you could feel your heart hammer in your chest, and sweat was running down the sides of your face. Her reaction didn’t ease you either.

“Okay.”

Was it all you meant to her? After everything, it looked like it didn’t faze her at all. Saying you weren’t hurt would be a lie.

“Is that all you have to say?”

“What? Did you think I’d get on my knees begging you to stay? If you want to leave, go, the door’s wide open” she stated as she gestured towards the front door of her apartment. “I’ll wait for you to come back. Cause I know you will eventually. You know what? I give you two weeks at most.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Did those hostile yet detached words really left her lips effortlessly?

You grabbed your bag and left her place without delay, whispering to yourself: “I won’t.”

Choi Lia has been an important person in your life, yes.

You loved her intensely and sincerely for many months, but soon, mostly thanks to your friends, you started to acknowledge the little details. Minimal at first, but, over time, they grew bigger until you couldn’t ignore them anymore.

She’d look into your phone whenever you’d leave the room without it, subtly mock you in front of her friends, cancel numerous dates to go to parties instead, order take-away when she was aware you cooked for her…

You always put up with it because you loved her, but letting her go, albeit painful, was the best thing you could’ve done for your own health.

Called up my friends, took their advice Put on a dress, I'm out tonight I can't believe I said goodbye Oh yeah, this time you know, I finally let you go, yeah

It had been three days since you put an end to the relationship. Of course your friends would take you out on a Friday night.

The party was chill. There were around twenty people, refreshing cocktails, good background music and board games.

Lia didn’t come to mind once, much to the delight of your dear friends.

You actually made some new acquaintances, which was nice.

Spending more time with your friends, they saw the difference in your behavior.

“You look happier, Y/N,” one of them informed you.

“You smile and laugh more, you seem more alive,” another one added.

You felt it, too. You felt free from her. Her claws. Her grip on you.

I don't know why you thought that I'd be sheddin' a tear When I'm chillin' at the party, and I'm glad you're not here And I don't know what to say, but the pain disappeared And I'm sorry Bet you think I'm a trainwreck, upset Friday night, layin' lonely in my bed Truth is, boy, I'm so fuckin' happy Without you

Life went on.

A month later, Lia was on her couch, a drink in hand. It was dark in her apartment.

“Why haven't they come back already?”

She was fidgeting, her lips pressed together and her brows furrowed.

“They should’ve been back by now.”

Her phone rang in the deafening silence, making her flinch. Her eyes widened and she laughed. “Of course, Y/N would call instead of coming unannounced.”

She answered the phone with a confident smirk, ready to hear your begging.

“I put all your stuff in a bag. Do you have a moment this week so we could trade?”

Lia’s smile disappeared as quickly as it arrived.

“Also, don’t forget to give me back the keys to my place. I feel uneasy knowing you still have them. Not like you came often, anyway.”

It was her turn to be too stunned to speak. How could you be so apathetic? It wasn’t like you to use this tone when talking to her. She stared at the wall with an open mouth.

“I’ll wait for your message, then. Hanging up.”

Before Lia could protest, the call was over. She sat there, not moving for a while, thoughts twirling in her mind.

So pour yourself another drink Sit on your couch and overthink In all your lies and arrogance, I've been alright, you know So glad you let me go, yeah

Your ex-girlfriend finally gave you a time and place to meet. Without much surprise, it was at her place. Seeing her again after so long was not as painful as you thought it would be—not as painful as Lia hoped it would be.

She had to face the fact you changed. You weren’t the easily manipulated, sweetly naive and blindly in love person anymore. Much to her dismay.

“Here,” you handed her the bag, expecting another one in return.

Instead, she took a step back and offered for you to come in. “Want something to drink?”

“No?” With furrowed brows, you crossed your arms. “Give me back my stuff, please.”

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

You tilted your head, tapping your chin with your free index finger. “As a matter-of-fact, no, I don’t. I just want my stuff and leave this place forever.”

“Well… I…” Not finding anything concrete to say, she sighed loudly.

Reluctantly, she grabbed the bag from the ground behind her and put the handle on your outstretched hand, before taking hers out of your other hand.

“You don’t mind me checking, right?”

She slowly shook her head, eyes unfocused, even if you didn’t wait for her approval. The key was there, that was all you cared about. Wait, no, there was a cute outfit you forgot about, too.

You thanked her and left. She called out for you, but you didn’t turn around. “Erase my number!”

It wasn’t said with a negative tone, but Lia took it like a stab in the back. Which was really audacious coming from her.

She just couldn’t believe you left her without a second thought and didn’t come back like she was convinced you would.

And now we're at the final stop And I'm the one that's gettin' off I know you hope I'm cryin', but I'm doin' just fine

She was now part of your past. Unerasable, of course, but peaceful.

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