#@10-pills-mate@s

[hardly-an-escape]

Headache

Square: D1 - Fragile Rating: T Word Count: 1540 Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Warnings: No archive warnings apply Additional Tags: Dreamling Bingo fill, fragile, domaystic2023, bath, sick fic, migraines, unfortunately I must inflict my own suffering on fictional characters, Dream of the Endless is a good friend, it’s totally normal to draw a bath for your friend and ogle him a little while he strips in front of you, and sit chatting while he’s fully naked in the bath, right? right??, pre-slash Summary: Hob has a migraine. Dream has a revelation. Read on AO3 | fill for @dreamlingbingo | fill for @domaystic day 10: bath

“Mate, I spent the first thirty years of my life either living in a one room hut or on the road with a band of soldiers. There’s a very short list of things I haven’t done in front of someone else, and bathing isn’t on it.”

Dream enters the New Inn early one evening only to find that Hob is not waiting for him at their usual table.

He is, momentarily, at something of a loss, until the woman working behind the bar (her name is Judy, she dreams of deep forests and warm bread) flags him down.

“You’re looking for Rob, right? He called and said you’d be stopping by,” she says. “He’s under the weather. Said to let you know he’ll see you next week and he’ll pick up the tab to make up for it.”

(This is meaningless. Hob picks up the tab every time they meet. Least I can do for the immortality and all, he often says.)

“Under the weather?”

“Yeah, he didn’t say what. Hope he feels better soon,” she says kindly, and moves down the bar to see to another patron.

Dream continues to be at something of a loss for another several moments, during which he considers his options.

Hob is under the weather. Therefore, Hob is not here. He wishes to see Hob, and this wish is strong; stronger today, as it more and more often is, than propriety might normally allow. Therefore, he must go where Hob is.

If he were under the weather, Hob would care for him. Therefore, he must care for Hob.

All the current dilemmas of the world now resolved, Dream slips through the door marked ‘staff only beyond this point’ and makes his way up the side stairs to Hob’s flat.

At the landing outside Hob’s door, he pauses. The possibility exists, he realizes, that Hob will not wish for company while he is under the weather. But the risk is worth taking. He knocks.

“Who is it?” Hob’s voice comes weakly through the door. “‘S open, come in.”

The living room is dark and still, and Hob is lying on the couch with one arm thrown over his face. He lifts it enough to peer under his own elbow, and Dream does not think he mistakes the way his eyes, though tired, light up when he sees him standing in the doorway.

“Oh, Dream, I’m sorry. Didn’t Judy tell you I’d called down?”

“Yes. But I thought perhaps. I could offer my assistance.”

“You’re sweet.” This is the first time in Dream’s memory that this epithet has been applied to him. “Nothing to do but wait it out, I’m afraid.”

“What ails you?”

“Just a migraine. Get them every once in a while.” Hob replaces his arm over his eyes. “I took some pills a little while ago, they’ll kick in soon. Not fit for company till then, I’m afraid.”

Dream steps into the room and closes the door softly behind him, coming over to kneel beside the couch.

“I am frequently considered unfit for company,” he says. “And you provide company regardless. Allow me to care for you, my friend. Is there nothing that would help you?”

Hob peeks out again from under his arm and smiles wanly.

“Well. It’s a bit silly –”

“– I am sure it is not,” Dream interjects.

“– it is, rather. But I would kill for a cool bath. I just can’t find the energy to get up and fill the tub.”

Dream stands smoothly.

“I will draw you a bath.”

It is, he thinks, indicative of Hob’s fragile state that he settles into the couch cushions with nary a word of protest.

The bathroom is comfortable and well-appointed, with a tub deep and long enough for a fully grown man to submerge himself completely. Dream has often heard Hob cheerfully refer to himself as a hedonist. This room is proof of that: the bathroom of a man unwilling to shortchange himself even on life’s simplest pleasures.

He stops up the drain and turns on the taps. Hob has requested a cool bath, so he ensures the water is several degrees below average human body temperature. He pulls down the blinds against the harsh light of the late afternoon and surveys a shelf of soaps and oils.

“Lavender or mint?” He pokes his head out to see that Hob has maneuvered himself into a sitting position on the couch. “I believe both are helpful for headaches. Do you have a preference?”

“I think… lavender,” answers Hob, eyes still closed. “Mint sounds too sharp.”

“Can’t tell you how much this means, mate,” he says, leveraging himself off the couch and groping his way toward the bathroom door. “Fuck, my head. Do you get migraines?”

“No. Not personally. But I am familiar with them, through the dreams of others. What are they like for you?”

“Well if you’re ever looking for human experiences, I emphatically do not recommend them.” He sways and leans against the bathroom doorjamb. “Feels like I have my own personal jackhammer in my temple. My shoulders and back seize up as well. Sometimes I puke, that’s always lovely. But the light sensitivity is the worst. I can function with the pain, but when I can’t even leave the flat because the fucking sun is too bright? Forget about it.”

“What causes them?” Dream asks, pouring a liberal capful of lavender scented oil in the water.

“Never been able to figure it out.” Hob shrugs and sits down on the closed toilet to remove his socks. “Isn’t that dumb?”

He begins to unbutton his shirt, and Dream turns the taps off.

“I will leave you in peace now,” he says. “Enjoy your bath. I hope your headache passes swiftly.”

He moves toward the door. There is a beat as Hob shrugs out of his shirt and begins to pull his undershirt over his head, and then –

“You can stay,” he says, voice muffled by the cloth. “You won’t bother me.”

His face, when it emerges from the t-shirt, is a scant shade pinker than it was.

“Your voice is… I think it’s kind of helping? Like it’s resonating at the right frequency?” Hob grimaces. “That sounds mad. My brain isn’t working.”

“You do not require…” Dream hesitates. “Privacy?”

This is something he knows many humans feel strongly about, and therefore part of the reason he does not intrude personally on any dreams – including Hob’s – without good reason.

“Mate, I spent the first thirty years of my life either living in a one room hut or on the road with a band of soldiers. There’s a very short list of things I haven’t done in front of someone else, and bathing isn’t on it.”

Hob has to stand and bend over in order to remove his trousers and underwear, and he winces as the blood flows to his head when he does so. Despite his words, he turns his back to Dream as he stoops, and Dream catches but a brief glimpse of thickly furred thigh and a pleasing curve of backside before averting his gaze. In deference to propriety.

Propriety. With which he is certainly preoccupied. And not with the pleasing curve of Hob’s backside.

Hob slides into the scented water and makes a deeply contented noise as he leans back, tipping his head back so as much of the back of his neck as possible is underwater while his ears remain above the surface. His eyes are closed. The line of his throat and the bump of his Adam’s apple rise from the water, little islands of life, looking oddly fragile.

Dream sits down, straight-backed, on the closed toilet that Hob has recently vacated, and devotes a fraction of the collective unconscious to some rapid calculations.

He wished to see Hob, and he finds himself here. He wished to care for Hob, offered to care for him, and was invited – here. Hob has expressed pleasure at his presence, has called him sweet, has asked for his voice, and now lies naked mere feet away from where Dream is seated. He has looked upon Hob’s body and found it pleasing; and the pink lingering in Hob’s cheeks despite the cool water would seem to suggest that the pleasure Dream took in that moment of looking is met with equal pleasure in being seen.

Could it be that he wants Hob? Could it be that Hob wants him?

It seems more and more likely by the second, as Hob relaxes fully into the water and the tension he carries begins to visibly drain from his neck and temples. As Dream’s gaze slips again down the line of Hob’s throat. And the sweep of his hair off his forehead. And the muscle in his forearm where it rests on the edge of the tub.

Dream is not perturbed that this revelation, the knowledge of these feelings, is only now working its way to the surface of his mind like a bubble struggling toward the surface of the water. It is not the first time he has pushed his own emotions so far down into the belly of his subconscious that it takes the equivalent of an earthquake to throw them back up into the light.

Hob swallows, and his throat is a tectonic plate.

“Would you mind?” he asks. “Just staying and… talking? Just for a little while. I wasn’t kidding when I said your voice was helping.”

“Of course,” Dream answers softly. “Of course I will.”

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green = complete, orange = WIP

#dreamling #the sandman #dreamling bingo #my writing #because I get migraines Hob must also suffer - sorry but I don't make the rules #once again I somehow messed up the header image and I don't know why it's so small >:( #domaystic2023

[l0vegalores]

╰ ☆ ◞ paul mescal / cisman / he/him ——— no way is that CIAN GALLAGHER? you know they’re TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD and they’ve been in los angeles for FIVE YEARS. they’re chillin’ as a MUSICIAN & MECHANIC at ANGEL CITY AUTOMOTIVE. oh and they’re notoriously known for being MOODY but there are some people who have seen them be LOYAL. i heard they’re a part of a BAND called STATIC MIDNIGHT, yeah they’re a VOCALIST & GUITARIST. to be honest they sound a lot like BASEMENT, HONESTAV & CITIZEN. they’re actually a RISING STAR.

the low down on cian gallager + sonic interview

content warning: drug use

part one: statistics.

feel free to omit some questions as you see fit.

basic information:

full name: cian brendan gallager

nickname(s): n/a someone please give him some!

age: twenty-eight

date of birth: july 1st 1996

place of birth: dublin, ireland

gender: cisman

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bisexual & biromantic

language(s) spoken: english, irish-english

neighbourhood: west paradise

living arrangements: an apartment in the west paradise residence

family ties:

mother: siobhan gallagher

father: shane gallagher

siblings: one younger sister roisin, and a younger brother called finn

spouse / partner: n/a

children: n/a

pets: n/a

occupational information:

occupation: mechanic at angel city automotive

name of their act: static midnight

so they play instruments? if so what?: vocalist & guitarist

how long have they been a part of the act?: five years

artist influences: the smashing pumpkins, blur, the jesus and mary chain, jane's addiction, faith no more

current monthly spotify/apple music listens on average: 14k

physical appearance:

face claim: paul mescal

hair color: dusty brown

eye color: blue

height: 5ft 10

build: lean and muscular, gyms regularly

tattoos: a few black patwork style

piercings: his ears

clothing style: james dean core, well worn eight hole doc martens, cuffed indigo blue denim, white t-shirts with the sleeves rolled, levi's workman pants, denim jackets

distinguishing characteristics: irish accent, messy hair, messy facial hair and moustache

personality:

mbti: INFP - the mediator

element: water

western zodiac: cancer

chinese zodiac: 1996

positive traits: loyal, protective, creative, charming

negative traits: selfish, pessimistic, self-loathing, loner

hobbies: working on cars, reading, spending time on his own (he is a loner)

wanted connections:

band mates: currently looking for one bassist and one drummer to complete midnight static with cian and beau <3

past hookups: people cian would have hooked up with, probably from a dating app like tinder or grindr kinda thing

customers: people he's served/interacted with at his job angel city automotive

bonus info + headcanons

cian's home life was always turbulent, being the eldest son there was a lot of responsibility placed on him from his father which caused tensions, then his mother having gotten sick when he was still in high school really added fuel to the fire. his father wanted him to step up, to drop out and take up a trade to help look after the family, he also wanted his younger sister to drop out to take care of their mother but cian refused.

he did as his father asked of him and dropped out so that he could become a mechanic, but he only stayed in ireland until his younger brother turned eighteen before moving to los angeles to pursue other dreams for himself.

he's always been a part of bands since he was seventeen but starting static midnight was the first time he'd ever been a front man before and not just a guitarist.

cian is definitely low key a drug user and will often abuse pills. he's got hella self esteem issues which is a big part of why he self medicates.

part two: questionnaire. 

start at the beginning, who are you and why are you important?"uhm," the man grimaced at the word important, failing to understand why he'd be referred to as important. "'names cian gallagher, 'm part of a band called static midnight. i sing and play guitar." his thick irish accent brought a certain rigidity to his syllables, whilst he was direct and to the point.

how long have you been making music?"i started teaching myself to play guitar when i was probably about seventeen." his arms are crossed over his chest as he speaks, but there's always movement to his body. a restlessness that permiates throughout him. "yeah it was stupid, i wanted to impress a girl so i learned a few chords and i just kept playing ever since. then being in a band was just always somethin' i did till it became my thing and people were listenin'.

how would you describe the kind of music you make? shrugging his shoulders, he had to admit he found defining his styles difficult. especially considering his influences were always so varied. "i mean alternative rock for sure, i think i've seen some comments about being soft grunge or fitting into an emo category but i think it's all kinda much of a muchness. sometimes we try and change it up but as long as people are listening to it and feeling it it doesn't really matter."

who are some of your biggest musical influences?"growing up in ireland i had a lot of british and irish music influencing my tastes and styles. i always grew up listening to alt rock, goth, punk and post punk styles of music because of my parents especially. but i also did always love the american scenes too."

what is the first record you ever bought?"i think it was either psychocandy by the jesus and mary chain or wish by the cure. both of those albums are amazing."

how would you describe your style of performance? what makes your shows worth seeing?"i definitely think my favourite shows are definitely with the crowds who are there to get on your level you know? the shows in the intimate rooms with the small stages and the crowds who wanna really feel it with ya." there's a small pause whilst cian brushes his lips with his tongue, contemplating how mad he sounds right now. "that's what i like doing at shows, connecting with crowds and feelin' the energy, ya know."

what are you still hoping to achieve in your career?"i'd really love to make money, i mean i think that's most peoples dreams. and we're definitely headed in the right direction but there's still a ways to go."

#sonicfm:intro #about / cian gallagher.

[darkmulti]

I see your request is open for hc yay!

Can i request A!JKxO!Reader where jK has a huge dick and reader is a virgin and also his mate. So JK marries her and forcefully deflowered her and forcing orgasms out of her (bleeding/blood play while deflowering her is up to you). She found out JK’s obsessions of forcing orgasms out of hers until she passed out every night. JK also has a breeding and breastfeeding kink so he wanna knock her up just so he can breastfeed on her. He locked her up, all the time he spends with her is used to breed her while forcing as many orgasms out of her. Ok thats too long of an ask, sorry.. 🥺 thanks! 💜

-> I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH SHAUSHSHS

⚠️: NON CON, mention of blood, breeding kink, breast feeding kink, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia kink, angst, death, murder, slapping, somnophilia kink, rough sex

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Virgin!reader

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Your breed and Jungkook’s breed are not on good terms

The reason why is because your breed have better senses and are a lot stronger

Jungkook’s breed is the second strongest and let me tell you, they don’t like second place

Since they outdo your breed in numbers, they travel around in large packs and kill wolves your kind

If they eliminate all of you, they’ll be on top

Your parents raised you to stay away from them

They’re just trying to keep you safe because you’re their only child

They allowed you to explore the forest, but you couldn’t go too far

They still needed to be able to smell you out

You’re parents also told you howl if you felt like you were in danger

And you can only explore during the day time

Once it’s night, you must stay close to your parents so they can protect you

One day, you were sitting close to edge of a cliff

This was your favourite spot because it gave the perfect view of the sun setting

10 minutes later, you decided to go back to your pack only to be horrified by the scene

Your pack… everyone was dead

Blood everywhere

Bite marks all over their body

You walked into the crime scene more and saw your parents dead on the ground, next to each other

You immediately burst out into tears, not believing what you’re seeing

“Mom! Mom, please! Wake up!” You nudged her but it was too late

You sat down in between your parents and grieved the whole night

Why couldn’t they kill you too?

You were about to close your eyes but, caught an unfamiliar scent

Your natural instincts kicked in and you got up

You started looking around but that’s when something attacked you from behind

You fall to the ground and knock out after they give you one hard blow to the head

The next morning, you woke up in a bed

You frantically looked around, trying to put the pieces together, but that’s when he popped out of no where

His scent didn’t fail to reach you and once you inhaled it, you remembered all the traumatizing events of last night

Your heart rate increased and you immediately started to panic

“Where’s my mom?! Where am I?! Take me home!”

You started to freak out

“My mom told me to stay away from monsters like you! Leave me alone!”

You let out a piercing howl and made a run for it

However, Jungkook was faster and much, much stronger

He got a hold of your wrist and dragged you back to the room

He quickly pulled out his phone and shoved it in your face

You were squirming around at first but once you heard a familiar cry, you stopped

Jungkook was showing you live footage of wolves your breed, tied up god knows where and howling for help

Your heart crumbled into a million pieces

“W-why are you doing this to us?” You choked on your sobs while watching your breed beg for mercy

“Marry me, and I’ll let them go.”

You looked at him, appalled

“Marry? I won’t marry you. After you killed my family, you want to get married?!”

You pushed him away from you and slapped him

Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue and quickly dialed a number

“Kill them all.”

You look up wide eyed and shouted “No!”

“You don’t wanna marry me so, now I have to kill them.”

“Wait! No! I’ll marry you! Please set them free!”

Jungkook smirked in victory and told his buddies to stop

“Wedding is tomorrow. Everything is planned, all you have to do is get all dolled up for me and say “I do.”

He left your room as you sat down on the edge of the bed, wiping your tears away

The next day was the worst day of your life

They woke you up early so, they could start getting you ready for the wedding

Once you said “I do” at the alter and signed the paper, Jungkook lips turned into a evil grin

After sealing your marriage with your first kiss, Jungkook drove you both back to your new house

Once you got inside you turned around and faced him

“I did what you asked. I got married to you and now, I’m your mate. You got what you wanted. Now show me live footage that you’re letting the wolves go.”

“You’re so cute, y’know? You really fell for it. The footage wasn’t live. Those wolves have been dead for a while. I could show you the footage of me killing them, if you’d like.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach

“What do you mean? It wasn’t real?!”

“You’re so naive, little one.”

You look at him, dumbfounded

“Why did you kill all of them? Why did you kill my pack? I just don’t understand. Why did you kill all of them just to marry me in the end?”

“Lower your voice, I don’t like being talked to in that way.”

“Go fuck yourself!” You yelled and turned around to leave

He pulled you back and carried you downstairs to the basement while you kept thrashing and yelling

“Let me go, you sick bastard! I don’t want to be near you. Your scent is disgusting!”

You made the worst mistake of your life that night

That was the first time you made him angry

He tried controlling himself but, after you insulted his scent, he wasn’t going to go easy on you

One hard slap after another shut you up pretty quickly

Now, you were terrified of him

Your cheeks were warm and stinging as hot tears glided down

All you could think was “why?”

Why was this happening to you?

Why was only your breed being targeted?

Why did he kill all those wolves?

It mentally tore you apart

You couldn’t wrap your head around anything going on

Before you could fight back, Jungkook got on top of you and pulled your dress down

“W-what’re you doing?!” You quickly grab your dress and struggled to keep it up

“No! No, please! I’m not ready! Please, I’m not ready! I hate you!”

You began to panic, so naturally you howled

“Please! I want my first to be someone I love! Please, don’t do this to me! I’ve never done anything bad in my life! You can kill me if you’d like!”

Crying and fighting wasn’t enough to stop Jungkook

He pushed his whole length in and started fucking you hard without letting you adjust

You frantically cover your breast and private part with your hands but he flipped you around and took you from behind

You felt disgusting and worthless

Your blood was streaming down your thigh and it covered his cock

Jungkook grabbed your ripped wedding dress and wiped up all the blood so, you’ll never forget this day

He threw it in front of you to make you feel even more bad about yourself

You looked away from the dress and focused on your breathing

The speed he was going at was unbearable therefore, it was quite hard to catch your breath

You started to cry for help, calling for anyone who was brave enough to save you

Jungkook’s size wasn’t easy to adjust to

It felt like you were being ripped apart

Especially because it was your first time

“P-please! S-slower! I can’t-”

Your voice cracked in between your sobs

You felt his cock grow inside of you and his tip began rubbing against your cervix

The pain was too much to handle so, you started to cry harder

“No! Too much! I can’t take it!” You wailed, trying to move away from him

He pulled you right back and went as deep as he possibly could

You came around him and thought it was over

Little did you know, it was just the beginning

Hours later, you were under him sobbing hysterically

You were filled with his cum to the point where it was leaking out of you

There was literally a puddle of cum in between your legs

You had bruises all over your arms and body because of his tight grip

And his strong scent made your head spin

You were a helpless, mess

Hickeys covered your neck, collarbone and jawline

Your lips were swollen from all the rough kisses

Your clit was burning from overstimulation

Your cheek was red and bruised

But, Jungkook didn’t plan on stopping

You felt like you were going to pass out when suddenly ripples of forced pleasure pushed through your body

You held your breath and tried fighting off the feeling but it was impossible

You started to cry more, not being able to handle the fierce orgasm

You sobbed uncontrollably, not know what was happening to your body

Before you could open your eyes again, you passed out

Jungkook hovered over you again and fucked you 10x harder after watching you spasm around him

He didn’t care that you were unconscious

You looked so hot in that moment, he couldn’t resist

This continued on for the rest of the year until he purposely impregnated you

If his offspring had a mix of his genes and a mix of your genes, it’d definitely be one of the strongest wolves to ever live

You were crying so hard, telling him to stop because you weren’t on anything

After you found out you were pregnant, he blamed it on you

“You have one fucking job and it was to take your pill.”

“I ran out of pills and I told you that night! I told you to stop. Jungkook, I tried my best to warn you but you didn’t listen-”

He pushed you back on the bed and forced another orgasm out of you, not caring about your pregnancy

You couldn’t fight him off so, you stayed still and hoped for the best

You didn’t want to stress out because it would be bad for your baby

Although you were pregnant, Jungkook demanded sex

Even when you were 8 months pregnant, he still fucked you as hard as he could

You were in so much pain but handled it for your child

The next month, you gave birth

You were obviously new to the mom life and it was quite difficult to adjust

Usually, women have to wait 4-6 weeks before engaging in sexual intercourse

The doctor explained it to both you and Jungkook, so it’s not like he doesn’t know

After you breast feed your newborn son, you tuck him into bed and go to your shared bedroom

You were still in a lot of pain and really wanted some rest

Jungkook was out hunting and when he came home, he was a bit intoxicated

You smelt the alcohol the moment he stepped in the house

He stumbled his way upstairs and slammed the door shut, scaring your newborn

Your son started to cry so you quickly got up to put him back to sleep but Jungkook didn’t allow you

“See what you’ve done? You wouldn’t have to deal with this shit if you had just taken your pill.”

You ignored him and went to your son’s room to put him back to sleep

Jungkook followed you to his room and pulled you out before you could pick up your son

“Did you listen to what I said? I’m fed up with this attitude of yours.”

“Let’s not fight in front of him. We’ll talk in the room.”

You escaped his grip and put your son back to sleep

When you enter your room, you see Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his belt in hand 

Your heart dropped to your stomach

“N-not today. It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet.”

He scoffed, “do you really think I give a shit?”

He raised his voice a little and you gestured him to keep it down

“Don’t yell, he’s sleeping.”

“This is my house, I can talk however I’d like.”

There was no winning against him, especially if he’s intoxicated

You thought you could hold him off for the night until he’s sober again, but you were completely wrong

You were going to your side of the bed when he whipped his belt below your butt

He pulled you by the hair onto the bed and pulled down your night shorts

“I can’t, Jungkook! It hasn’t been 4 weeks! No!”

Jungkook always gets what he wants

His body weight kept you down as his cock plunged deep inside your cunt

You haven’t healed properly, so the pain was intolerable

You covered your mouth with your hand and sobbed

You still needed to be quiet but it hurts so bad

You pushed your face into your pillow and attempted to let out quiet whimpers

“It hurts! Please, slower!” You whispered

Jungkook purposely went faster and the skin slapping was so loud, you were afraid it’d wake up the baby

You were gasping for air, trying to get his body weight off of you so you could breathe normally

An hour after, you had another orgasm

You clutched onto the bedsheets and tried your hardest to remain silent

Jungkook came inside you again and collapsed on top of you, making you groan

He grabbed your right breast and began sucking as hard as he could until milk squirted onto his tongue

You tried squirming around to get him off, but the more resistant you are the more aggressive he gets

In the end, you passed out like always

You kept your distance from him and gave all your attention to your son

He hated that your attention wasn’t on him 24/7

So, he gave your son to his parents for a full month and kept you locked up in the basement

For that whole month, he fucke you senselessly

You were having orgasms every night; you couldn’t do it anymore

He’d bite down on your nipples and manhandle you all sorts of ways

You were exhausted but your son’s life was always on the line

Jungkook could easily hurt him

He doesn’t really care about your son

(I mean, he does but he acts like he doesn’t so he can use it against you.)

Jungkook only looks at your son as your weakness

He’ll make you have three orgasms in a row and if you tell him to stop or slow down, he mentions your son and it immediately shuts you up

He loved having so much power over you

He could literally fuck you for the rest of your life

You didn’t understand why this was happening to you, but there was nothing that you could do about it

There’s no one that could help you and even if there was, Jungkook will always one step ahead

No one dares to mess with him

I know this has lots of mistakes. I’m so sorry😭

#non con #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut

[lovely-echoo]

Sleepy Bois Inc x FranBow!Reader

In-game AU

Part 1/? Pt.2

Plantonic!SBI x Young!Reader

(10/11 years old)

OneShot/Drabble(?)

Genderneutral reader (they/them) 💜

INFO; If you haven't played or seen game play of Fran Bow then you can skip this if you'd like. If you don't care then go ahead.

Summary; Basically if you've seen/played the game you should know how this goes, you take place of Fran. So you go/went through the same things she did and you still have Mr. Midnight. This takes place while Fran is still in the mental hospital and then got teleported near the SBI.

Honestly I kept thinking about this but was afraid to request it to anyone so I'm doing it my myself-

If I get any info wrong, I'm sorry! I rewatched Markiplier's game play so it shouldn't be way off.

P.s not everything is described the same.

(^ art by sunquids on twt)

CW/TW: mentions/includes of cussing, gore, death, blood, consumption of medication, sexual assault (brief mentions of Damian/The King)

Fluff/Normal

(Angst if you squint)

How you ended up there - How you met Philza and Technoblade

As you were walking around the hospital, you decided to take a pill to see if it'll help.

You watched as your vision blurred and some sort of demonic noises rang in your ears.

After a few seconds your vision cleared up, you took a look around the front desk.

The once dull and lifeless room had turned into this even duller and just plain deathly like room.

Blood was everywhere, random body parts of babies where thrown around. A skeletal figure was hung with what looked like an umbilical cord wrapped around its thin bones, it was connected to this baby covered by a blue blanket.

Just about everything looked grotesque.

Suddenly the floor ahead of you opened and this slimy black tentacle like arm grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in.

It seemed you may have passed out during your fall because you woke up to the sounds of hissing and supposedly two men.

Oh and let's not forget the killer headache causing the ringing in your ears. :)

You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, the light around you seemed much brighter than before.

You looked at the two men in front of you and then glanced down, you spotted Mr. Midnight!

His fur was spiked up and his ears were flat against his head. He seemed to be trying to protect you from the men.

Ignoring their presence you immediately scooped up your precious fur baby in your arms.

Your mind completely forgot about the fact there are two strange looking men in front of you.

A few droplets of water dripped down your (S/C) cheeks onto your (F/C) shirt/dress.

You started crying, so much happened in a short period of time and you found your cat you oh so desperately tried to find.

It panicked one of the adults. Said adult was an average tall man with slightly longer blond hair than average, he also had a green and white striped bucket hat. But what stuck out the most was the large pair of wings behind his back.

At first you thought that it was your pills fault but everywhere around you looked….

Normal?

It seemed like your meds wore off while you supposedly passed out.

But that doesn’t help or ease you at all. If the side effects wore off then how the hell did he have wings?!

The blond walked towards you slowly, like you were an injured puppy. His blue eyes roamed around your body, as if studying your every mouvements.

The other man who was beside him earlier seemed to tense up and looked at him as if he grew another head. He was on edge you assumed.

But he looked even weirder to you. He had long pink hair tied into a loose braid falling over his shoulder. Was it natural? He also had tusks peeking out from his bottom lip, they were large but not enough to be in the way. His skin seemed to be on the pinker side, it was roughed up with scars and calloused in certain areas. You noticed he had pig ears poking out his crown. Is he a king of sorts? Wait, that reminds you of someome... Oh! The king of course!

Ah yes, the king. You quite missed him actually, he was playful and let you use his cane- sword to get a key. But he didn't know about that part. You wonder if he's doing alright right know, the asylum sucks. And the shadow thing next to him said weird things to. Who exactly is the holy man? Why'd the shadow say he took off his clothes?

You couldn't dwell on it to much as you got distracted by the approaching man.

He reached out his hand to stop the winged male. “Phil-”

But the man named ‘Phil’ interrupted the crowned male by putting up his hand. He stopped his hand and let it limp to his side.

“It’s alright Tech, they seem harmless.” ‘Phil’ reassured, though ‘Tech’ nodded his head with a stern expression. There was still hesitance in his sharp red eyes.

‘Phil’ took the same hand he put up and reached it out to you. A soft and kind look in his eyes, you could’ve gotten lost in them if you weren’t careful.

“You alright there kid?” He asked, crouching down to meet your height from where you sat.

“Y-yeah, I think so…” You winced, your throat was hoarse and dry. You peered at ‘Phil’ as he took out this glass bottle with what you assumed was water.

He handed you the fragile bottle, he saw the look of hesitance in your childlike eyes. But something about them set off alarms in his head, they were dull. There’s nothing wrong with that of course! But they were too dull, at least for a mere kid.

He recognized a glint of trauma in your (Eye Shape) eyes, those beautiful (E/C) orbs had seen something they shouldn’t have. Haven’t they?

“Don’t worry mate, it’s fresh water.” He examined the way you handled the cork, you were inexperienced. He could tell you’ve never needed to do it, but why? It’s really the only way so far to keep water with you.

Did you not have any?

While he was lost in thought, you just had noticed he had an accent of sorts. Nothing wrong with it, you've just never heard of someone with it.

(^ Ignore that if you are british)

While the winged male was off in his own world the piglin hybrid watched as you sniffed the clear liquid in suspicion before letting your cat smell it as if you were looking for their approval.

To his surprise they did give it to you, the black cat nodded it’s head and squeaked out a meow. That strangely sounded like a yes- but he dismissed the thought. Probably was just the voices fucking with him.

You gulped down the water as if you hadn’t had any for months.

‘Why tf are they so desperate-’ ‘lowkey kinda concerned lmao’ ‘they look like they’d be an orphan tho’ ‘lmao maybe’ ‘idc about the kid, i want the cat’ ‘absolutely-’ ‘Nah fuck the cat, im allergic.’ ‘lol and?’ 'PFT ANY ASKERS???'

Those were all different voices speaking and overlapping each other.

Technoblade sighed as he glanced at his father, he knew him on the back of his hand. He let him be and slowly walked next to Phil and kneeled down.

“What’s your name kid?” he asked, taking the empty bottle you had handed him. “(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)/Bow.” You bluntly answered, looking at him in the eyes. He noticed how bloodshot they were, I mean you did cry not even 5 minutes ago.

"What's yours?" You questioned tilting your head a bit in the process.

Unbeknownst to you, some voices in a certain someone's head were losing their shit, squealing and chanting ‘protecc tiny bean’ over and over again.

"The name's Technoblade, but you can call me Techno." Strange name in your book but your not the one to judge. You simply nodded your head in acknowledgement.

"That guy is Philza, but you can call him Phil." He pointed his thumb to the unfocused man. Technoblade or Techno- cleared his throat.

“You’ve got somewhere to stay? Where are your parents?” “Why can’t you mind your business?”

Techno’s eyes twitched in annoyance and his teeth clenched to hold back any crude words.

Although he noticed the flash of pain in those dull (E/C) orbs of the mentions of your parents.

He sighed once again, something you noticed he did a lot. At least, so far he did.

“Look kid, do you have a place to stay or not?”

And that's how you ended up meeting your new family. . . <3

I may include a taglist if anyone's up to be tagged lmao

#mcyt x reader #platonic x reader #tommy innit x y/n #technoblade x reader #philza x reader #wilbur x reader #sleepy bois inc x reader #sbi x reader #fluff #mcyt #fran bow #franbow!reader #reader as fran bow #mr. midnight #cat #tiny bit of angst #only if you squint tho

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Epiphany (P1. 13, FINALE)

A collection of  NCT werewolf AU stories.

Doyoung (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4) (pt. 5) (pt. 6) (pt. 7) (pt. 8) (pt. 9) (pt. 10) (pt. 11) (pt. 12) (PT. 13 FINALE)

Summary: The wolf population kept decreasing and those who were left had a hard time trying to fit  into society. Sure, people didn’t consider them as dangerous as vampires, but wolves could still sense some hostility every time they did as much as go for a walk in a public place. Thanks to wolves’ natural magical abilities, NCT (one of the remaining packs) found a safe place among witches in a town where no one knew their secret, allowing some members to finally get a job, study and interact with others without fear of being rejected.Life seems to finally be peaceful for them… except that wolves have needs, and one of those needs is finding their mate.

Pairing: Werewolf! Doyoung x Witch! female reader

Warnings: smut

“So you’re okay with this?” you asked

In awe, he nodded and you wasted no time.

You straddled him again and with no warning you pumped his length a couple of times, lined yourself up and started to sink down.

Desperately, Doyoung scratched the couch to the point he tore the soft fabric up, mumbling something you couldn’t quite comprehend.

If you weren’t so turned on you would have laughed at his weak attempt to stay still while you were sitting there, taking all of him. You thought that convincing him would be harder, but he was clearly about to lose it.

“Are you sure you don’t want to touch me?” you teased, giving a tentative bounce.

He sobbed and squirmed, still babbling nonsense.

“What was that?” you asked leaning closer so you could hear what you were sure was a string of curses and moans. Instead it was more coherent than you expected, and in Latin.

A spell?

You sat up just in time to see a dim light surrounding his wrists, glueing them efficiently to the couch.

“The handcuff spell? Seriously?” he was either being childish or kinky. Handcuffing himself with magic to control his wolf? “How long can you keep the spell going though?” you scoffed.

“I-it’s not up to m-me,” he sighed, slightly relieved that the spell had worked. “It will vanish once you say the password.”

“So, a safeword? Fine, what is it?”

“You’ll h-have to figure it out,” he had the audacity to smirk when he wanted this as much as you. Maybe even more than you, he was the one who got physical pain if he couldn’t have his mate.

“Have it your way,” you said, giving another bounce. “ Like I need your help to get off.”

“We’ll see a-about that.”

You decided not to argue anymore, quickening the pace instead and effectively turning him into a moaning mess. Or maybe the one moaning was you, you couldn’t quite tell at this point.

As the minutes went by and the air grew thicker, your whole body was trembling as you felt him grow inside of you.

“O-oh, god,” you panthed. “ Are you getting b-bigger? Is that your knot?”

Doyoung, who had been observing you with lidded eyes the entire time, finally had something to say.

“Uh, n-not yet. That’s just m-me…”

“Oh… but that means that knots...are a thing, right?

“Y-yeah, it normally happens during heats, but it can also happen if we...get really worked up,” he said, licking his lips. “ But it takes a while of uh...fucking for that to happen. You know, basic werewolf anatomy.”

You looked at where your bodies were connected, your mind completely blank. You had stopped listening after he confirmed he could indeed knot you. You had never thought you were into that before, but there was something so animalistic about being knotted that you could only think about that now.

With a new purpose in mind, you gathered the strength you had left and rode him hard. Doyoung looked at you with wide eyes.

“D-does that turn you on?” he asked in disbelief in between moans.

You whined and nodded. Normally you wouldn’t admit it, but your pride was long gone.

“Yeah? My needy little mate wants my knot? Oh- so g- ah! That feels so good, baby. Just like that, just like that,” Doyoung was also leaving all formality behind, seeing you so desperate for him.

His praises served you as motivation to continue moving, even though your legs had given out. Frustrated, you tried to force yourself to ride him, only managing to grind harsh and slow.

“I can’t, please!” you sobbed incoherently.

“Keep going. Keep fucking going. Come on baby, use me,” he encouraged you while trying his best to thrust his hips into you. He couldn’t fuck you properly if he couldn’t move freely, but it was better than nothing. You were willing to take anything.

“More, more please oh my god,” you gasped as he gave you a few more thrusts, mixed with the weak movements your body could offer in your state.

“Are you gonna cum soon, hmm?” he hissed. “A-re you satisfied?”

“No!” you wailed. You were oh so close, but you didn’t want to cum just yet. “Y-your knot, want your knot.”

“Fuck!” he growled and his member twitched inside of you. “I wanna breed you so bad. You’re mine, mine, mine-”

It was the possessiveness in his voice that had you reaching your climax and collapsing on top of him while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“Good girl, you did so well. I love you so much.”

“Love you too,” you replied weakly, closing your eyes to welcome what you thought would be a long nap, when you heard a sudden snap and Doyoung’s arms surrounded your body.

“Finally,” he growled next to your ear and before you could even blink, he manhandled you so you were on your back under him.

“Wha-” you tried to question what had just happened when he connected his lips with yours into a passionate kiss.

“Did we really have to go this far for you to admit that you love me?” he asked between kisses. “I literally had to fuck the confession out of you.”

“T-that was the password?” you asked gasping when he kissed his way to your breasts.

“Not necessarily,” he delicately licked at one of your niples before sucking on it, moaning.. “The only condition was that you admit your true feelings for me, whether you felt something or not.”

He released the sensitive nub and gave it a last kiss before going back up and pinning your wrists above your head with just one of his large hands. His other hand travelled down to grab his member and without a warning he re-entered you.

You literally shrieked and squirmed under him.

“Too s-sensitive-AH!” your eyes rolled back when he pushed himself in deeper than he could when he was tied up.

“Shh, baby. Don’t you want my knot?” he purred, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his cock again and again.

“Oh my god, ohmygod,” was all you could mumble.

“Fuck, you like that, baby?” he gritted as he lifted one of your legs and his pace accelerated.

The new angle and how deep he could reach now had you arching your back and letting out a silent scream.

He pulled his hips into him harder and faster, his knot slowly forming at the base of his length. He let out a shaky moan as he forced it inside of you, your mind too blinded with pleasure to feel any pain at first, but when the rest of it started growing inside of you, you panicked.

“It’s too big, s’ too much-please” you scratched his arms and back.

“Take it,” he simply said as his knot grew further while he fucked into you. “I’m gonna fill you up so good.”

Your entire body was shaking. You had never felt so full. And just when you thought the pleasure couldn’t be better than this, Doyoung gasped dramatically and halted his movements. Your eyes followed to where he was looking: at the very bottom of your belly there was a little bump.

“Y/n, look,” he said, caressing your belly as if he was hypnotized. “I’m so deep inside of you.”

“Fuck,” you were officially losing it now. Your locked your legs around his hips, trying to fuck yourself into him. “Give me your knot, give it to me.”

He didn't need to be told twice. He pulls you into him as he fucks forward as fast and hard as he can.

“You want it? You want me to cum right inside of you where I belong?”

“Yes! yes, yes,yes, yes, oh fuck!”

You spasmed around him and reached your high as he fucked you brutally. Right after, he fell forward, his knot squirting furiously inside of you as he let out a delirious laugh, lost in pleasure.

“Oh, y/n look at how good you take it,” he gritted while his hand reached for your clit and rubbed it quickly. “One more time, baby, cum for me one more time, come on.”

Sobbing desperately you felt another wave of pleasure hit you, your entire body trembling before you relaxed completely. You felt Doyoung panting next to your ear, before he started licking and sucking on the mark he had left there weeks ago.

It must be a wolf thing, you thought gaining back some of your long forgotten ability to think.

“Sorry. I'll remember to use a condom for the next round,” he said softly. “I’ll also get you plan B if we need it.”

“You’re lucky I’m on the pill. How many rounds are we talking about?” you asked breathlessly.

“Enough to fuck the attitude out of you-ouch!” he laughed when you hit his arm. “I don’t know, it could take one more round or we could be here all week.”

“Well, fuck.”

“Yep, fuck indeed.”

You two remained in silence for a few minutes before he broke the silence again.

“Can we please be together now? Like, really together. As a couple? I mean, we don’t have to, but-”

You bursted out laughing, but stopped when you saw the insecurity in his eyes. Seriously, only he could get insecure when his knot was locked inside of you.

“On one condition: I get an A for my last written assignment.”

He stared at you in disbelief before he let out a chuckle.

“I’ll reread and re-evaluate every single assignment you wrote this year, after I make you squirt.

“Deal.”

#nct doyoung #nct drabbles #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct smut #doyoung #doyoung smut #kim doyoung

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GOJO SATORU || BEING WITH AN EASILY FLUSTERED S/O

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors but other than that n/a

| form : headcanons

| published : 22 november  

| request : Hey there! I absolutely love your blog, it's just so pretty! I was wondering if you could do a scenario with gojo and a fem!reader who's a bit of a tsundere. Like how would he react if he saw that she gets flustered by his teasing but tries to hide it? Thank you X3

| barista’s notes : hi there! it is now 2:42am in the uk and this is the last order for this early early morning meaning my night shift is now complete!  ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ i’m not really confident with this last cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request) but i really hope you enjoy it and please come again soon once the cafe is back open!

In my personal opinion, I feel like if you are a tsundere or not, this man will still tease you to no end.

However, if you were someone that gets flustered easily, Gojo will do anything to see your blushing face even if that means he gets hit by you as a result - it’s like a mission to him

To be honest, for him any bruise is worth it if he gets to see your blushing face

Every time you could blush, he would clasp his hand together and coo at you like you are a baby.

“Honey~ you look so cute, let me get a picture”

A. PICTURE?!

EXCUSE ME?!

The way this man will take hundreds of photos is embarrassing - I’m surprised that his storage isn’t full at this point (now Fushiguro knows how it feels)

And the way you would try - let me emphasis again: TRY - to snap his phone is even cuter to him (girl, he is over 190cm tall, you ain’t getting that device mate)

Sometimes he sets himself goals for the day like he plans to make you blush at least 10 times today or make you blush in front of his students, there is no end to it.

He would literally keep a track record - to which you find out once you cleaned your shared apartment, of course, you slap the back of his head for this.

Even during missions, he would flirt with you in the middle of a fight to see your tomato face - he says this is to motivate him even more or it’s like an energy pill for him.

In reality, it’s because he caught you off guard since you were so focused on the mission that he just had to take the opportunity.

Another point added to his tally list

Sometimes in front of his students, he would kiss your cheek or your nose just to tease you- this really annoys Itadori and Kugisaki but Fushiguro is so used to it by now that he just plainly ignores it by scrolling through his phone.

Other times he would randomly appear and wrap his arms around your waist when you’re having an important discussion with another staff member - this causes you to start stuttering before your karate chop the top of his head.

“Ouch baby, that really hurts”

“Then don’t do stuff like that in front of people, you idiot!”

“Like I said your blushing face gives me energy”

“LIAR!”

Another thing he likes is when you stutter out an ‘I love you’ to him when he says it first.

“I love you little cupcake~”

“I…..I…..I love you too idiot” - then you processed to push his face with the palm of your hand while the other is to cover your face

Overall, just expect to be a blushing mess 25/8 because this man doesn’t rest with all the teasing and compliments that he’s going to give you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanon #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk gojo satoru #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru headcanons #gojo satoru hcs #gojo headcanons #gojo hcs

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Noelle Madeleine Dupont *Supporting character

Voice Claim: (Pending)

Partner(s): None Parents: Manon and Julien Jacques Dupont. Kids: None Siblings: Fleur Dupont. Age: 28 (2021) Birthday: 24th of December. Height: 175cm (5.7ft) Body type: Skinny but toned and with curves here and there. Eye color: Pale gray with pale caramel around the iris. About: Artistic, Playful, Experimental, Competitive, Passionate, Adventurous, Daring, Creative, Athletic, Sensual, Fun-loving, Messy, Emotional, Dependent, Perverse, Spontaneous, Destructive, Submissive, Outgoing and Obsessive. ~ Professional dancer. ~ French, if that wasn’t clear from her name. ~ Sexuality: What does it matter? Whatever gets her going. But prefers men. ~ Artist. ~ Has a bunch of naughty tattoos. ~ Born on Christmas eve, and as such got the name Noelle (Christmas) ~ Has 3 ‘Christmas’ inspired tattoos, a Mistletoe below her breasts, a Holly leaf and berries on her left right foot and a Krampus on her right shoulder. ~ Grew up in Paris. ~ Speaks with thick French accent. ~ Is a magnet to toxic relationships. ~ Likes it rough. ~ Has a scar on her left eyebrow from a nasty fall during dance. ~ Is very much into Christmas/Yule/the whole holiday celebration ordeal. ~ Monroe piercing. ~ Smells like: Cinnamon & Clove. ~ Very close to her very large family.  ~ Eats a lot of oranges. ~ Puts ‘Christmas spices’ on everything! ~ Never remembers where she puts her keys.... or phone. ~ Hates brown bananas. ~ Smokes a lot. ~ Has pierced ears. ~ Dates a lot. ~ Slightly ‘nuts’, some might say. ~ Drinks a lot. ~ Often goes by the nickname Noel. ~ Lives with a couple of room mates. ~ Always believed in Santa more than God. ~ Addicted to rice with melted butter. ~ Drinks a lot of ‘tropical’ juice. ~ Can’t stand the sound of anything scraping against metal. ~ Does drugs/smokes weed. ~ Likes the smell of glue. ~ Skates. ~ Nap Queen. ~ Loves: Christmas, her family, cherry wine, chocolate, violets, lizards, snakes, sex, spanking, being dominated, when things get slightly violent, winter, burgers, croissants, dancing, dance music, painting/drawing, clubbing, blood, Goth boys, older men, scented candles, snow, rain, the smell of pine, roast duck, Ginger bread, candy canes, Bûche de Noël, coffee, spiced Christmas cookies, Brioche, Macaron, Chocolate Éclair, Champagne, cheese, Christmas movies, Christmas music, fuzzy socks, warm hands and long baths. ~ Her style is: Casual, but often revealing in some sort of sense. ~ Don’t want to be alone.

Noel’s tag Noel’s house/home Noel’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One song to describe her: G-Eazy & Halsey - Him & I Personal Playlist: 1. Glass Animals - Heat Waves 2. Royal Blood - Boilermaker 3. GAYLE - abcdefu 4. Jaymes Young - Infinity 5. Rainbow Kitten Surprise - It's Called: Freefall 6. Flume & Chet Faker - Drop the Game 7. Sia - Snowman 8. Grimes - Player Of Games 9. Mike Posner - I Took A Pill In Ibiza (Seeb Remix) 10. Lilly Wood & The Prick and Robin Schulz - Prayer In C (Robin Schulz Remix) 11. PETIT BISCUIT - Sunset Lover 12. What So Not - High You Are 13. BUNT. - Young Love (ft. Emma Carn) 14. Elderbrook & Rudimental - Something About You 15. Baby Bash - Suga Suga 16. Cherub - Doses & Mimosas 17. Siskin - Electric Love 18. Swedish House Mafia ft. John Martin - Don't You Worry Child 19. EFIX & Henri Pfr - I'm Going Down (feat. Florence Welch & Kid Harpoon) 20. Galimatias - Ocean Floor Kisses 21. Konoba - On Our Knees (feat. R.O) 22. Joel Corry x MNEK - Head & Heart 23. Alina Baraz - More Than Enough 24. Tep No - The Last Ones Standing 25. Parra for Cuva ft. Anna Naklab - Wicked Games Bonus: Yung Gravy - oops! - Edit - Disclaimer: I usually make my own characters from scratch, but this time I used a base, made by the highly talented @rollo-rolls​. She was simply too good to pas up on. I did however tweak her to my liking, gave her a bit of a darker appearance, and as usual, the personality is still 100% created by me.

#Noelle Dupont #simographysup #ts3 #sims3 #sims 3 #simblr

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Yandere Pillar men reacting their suicidal daring

Request: Pillar men react after kidnapping their S/O who lost all their emotions and requests them to kill her/him?

Kars

When you first told him that you wanted him to kill you, he stopped what he was doing and turned to you slowly with his still stoic face

He told you to repeat yourself as he picked you up and up you in his lap facing him

As you repeated yourself, he growled at you as he tilted your head up to look you in the face.

“Why would you say something like this? After all, I do for you? After all the jewels and power I give you, you want me to hurt you?” He said in a quiet voice

You didn’t say anything as you looked back into his ruby-red eyes. The eyes that used to make you so scared, now mean nothing to you.

For the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to do. This is a lot to take in at once, For the time being, he keeps you by his side all during the day, to make sure you don’t harm yourself in any way.

Esidisi

When he kidnapped you, he had the best intentions. He wanted you as his mate and until you agree to be with him, he didn’t let you out of your room. Not that you really needed to come out, you had everything in there and he brings you three meals a day.

Even though you were in the room by yourself that doesn't mean he doesn't come to visit you.

When he does stop by to visit you he brings gifts Of all sort that might interest you into staying with him of course though it never works, every time he gets near you, you try to inch away from him.

After about two months of being with him, things were not getting any better. It came to the point well you would rather die than be left in this hell hole with him.

This is when you asked him that dreadful question. He didn't know what to do, hell... he didn't even know what to say. Overcome with so many emotions he busts down sobbing right in front of you. You didn't do or any anything as you've seen this side of him so many times before.

You waited patiently as the fire giant cried loudly at your feet. It didn't take long maybe like 10 minutes for him to stop crying and get up to face you.

 His face sad face was replaced with a much serious expression as he looked down at you

“You don’t mean what you say little one. You are just tired... how about tomorrow night, if you are good. We can go into a village nearby, okay?”

even though this made was a nice change, it still doesn’t change the fact that you have still had to stay with him

Wamuu

He will not stand for it. No matter how many times you plea for him to take your life, he will not listen to you. How did you get like this? Why did you get like this? He has treated you kindly and has protected you endlessly. Why would you ever want to leave him? 

It’s gotten to the point where you would smash his things and try to step on his shadow to try and get him to kill you are at least hurt you. It’s been so long since you felt something, you would give anything to feel again.

But this was taking it too far, after  you purposely step on his shadow for the ten time today, he had enough. “Why are you acting like this? I have done nothing to make you will like this! You are not strong enough, to fight for yourself which is why I took you. Don’t you see that?!” he asked you as he picked you up til you two were eye level with each other

You just looked at him as you repeated the same phrase you have been saying for the past month. He sighed as he took you to the room you both have shared and sat you on the bed. He then told you that he would be out for a while, but he should be back in a few hours. 

He had to clean his mind. Maybe Kars has something that can mellow you out for a little.

Santana

just like Wamuu, he is very confused as to why you are asking his to kill you. However he handles it a little “better” than the other pillar men. 

He might not be emotional there all the time, but he is book smart.

he will read a lot of things about what he thinks is going on with you.

Honestly, it would be better, if you just tell him what’s wrong. Because when he gets a plan in his head, he’s going to do it, no matter what it takes.

Which leads to now, he had you pinned down as he tries to force a pill down your throat. All of your screams fall on death ears as he brings the pill closer to you.

“Shhh... little mate, you will feel better soon.” He said as he was finally got the pill in your mouth.

He was right...you didn’t feel like dying, you felt like nothing.

#JJBA #jjba part two #jjba santana #jjba kars #jjba pillar men #esidisi jjba #jjba wamuu #yandere wamuu #jjba yandere kars #yandere esidisi #yandere santana

[atruththatyoudeny]

Happy 28th! I’ve read so many awesome fics this month! Make sure to check them all out. As always, all my love to all the authors in this fandom ♥

➻ don't want to fight you | starryharry | enemies to lovers - enemies to friends to lovers - pining - mutual pining - angst - fluff slow burn - no smut - 124k Louis hates that it’s familiar. He hates that sparring Harry is familiar because they train together. He hates that he even has to spar Harry at all, because Harry is good. Louis wonders what his life would be like if him and Harry didn’t hate each other. He can’t picture it, really. The incessant bickering that often turns into real arguing, the nasty looks, the eye rolls, the middle fingers. It all feels very necessary at this point. Or, the one where two fighters can also be lovers because routines are never permanent.

➻ we are ghosts amongst these hills | louisgaynkles | Soulmates - reincarnation - historical - slow burn - angst - fluff - 84k Harry spontaneously buys a house in Yorkshire because the universe, or fate, keeps leading him to it. What he didn’t know, is that his new house comes with a past that seems to be mysteriously tied to his own life. Before he knows it he finds himself travelling back in time, stuck in the middle of a century old love story. Featuring Louis as a farmer with a passion for gardening, Zayn as the heir to the local manor, Niall as a pub owner with a secret, and a truly underappreciated Liam. Based on Mariana by Susanna Kearsley

➻ through the wheatfields and the coastlines | thepolourryexpress | farms - cowboys - angst - implied/referenced homophobia - implied/referenced gun use - humor - smut - 53k “You’re not from around here, are ya?” Hot Cowboy asks, tracking his little lamb with his eyes. Louis frowns slightly, having thought he was doing pretty well at not sticking out like a sore thumb. It’s not like he’s not from around here — it’s not his first summer he’s spent at his grandparents'. But he supposes that the Manhattan city lifestyle that he’s used to is always going to shine through. “I’m visiting family for the summer,” Louis explains, cheeks a little pink. “Trying to get some work done without distractions.” Or, alternatively, the one where Louis needs inspiration, and a certain cowboy and his lamb are the perfect distraction.

➻ An Irrationally Strong Bond Between Two People | jishler | dystopia - friends to lovers - angst - first time - 18k Before The Advancement, most human lives and careers were plagued by irrationality and a lack of productivity. This was largely the symptom of what scientists refer to as “interpersonal passion,” which included two separate (though often conjointly occurring) phenomena: “love,” and “sex.” “Love” was a pre-Advancement word which referred to an irrationally strong bond between two people, which caused its sufferers to prioritise their fellow “lover,” as well as the integrity of the malignant bond itself, over vital things such as workplace productivity. Taken every two weeks in pill form, The Drug immediately removes interpersonal passion from the human psyche. Children’s friendships do not have the capacity to develop into full-fledged “love” since they are not yet adults. Every person over eighteen takes The Drug gladly, grateful that it allows them to be productive, clear-headed, and rational members of society. A few weeks before Louis’ eighteenth birthday, Harry and Louis fall in love. (Based on the book Louis writes in indiaalphawhiskey's Our Lives, Non-Fiction.)

➻ And When It's Time | larryftnoctrl | Soulmates - soulmate-identifying timers - 6k Louis wants a soulmate, Harry loves his free will. They don't exactly go hand in hand. Prompt: AU where you have a countdown on your wrist for when you're going to meet your soulmate and if you miss it the time will reset. Louis/Harry keep having awful luck and always are missing their time until one day they don't. Maybe the other one is scared/has anxiety about meeting their soulmate? Maybe one time they're in a relationship so they intentionally miss their time? Who knows! But they finally meet :D

➻ made for lovin' you | cuddlerlouis | a/b/o - enemies to lovers - hate to love - soulmates - hurt/comfort - angst - fluff smut - 53k “I’m in,” is all Louis receives. He blinks a few times, making sure he’s reading this right. “For real?” he asks, just to be a hundred percent sure. “Yes,” pops up. “How do you wanna pursue?” The alpha adds, like he’s on a special mission or something. “I’m gonna call us a cab to go to mine. Once I know it’s here, I’ll leave and join you there,” Louis explains. “I’ll text you to go around five minutes before it arrives, so it doesn’t look suspicious, and our friends don’t notice us leaving together.” “Noted.” So Louis does, and ten minutes later, he’s sat in the backseat of a cab, next to Harry Styles, the person he hates the most but unfortunately still finds attractive. They’re on their way to fuck in Louis’ flat. Splendid. - Or the one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

➻ deFENCEless | solvetheminourdreams | neighbors - enemies to lovers enemies to friends to lovers - gardening - fluff - humor - banter - no smut - 27k "I moved here first," Louis says with finality, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry shoots him an unimpressed look before leaning forward, leaving only a tiny gap between them. "Then get the fence first," he whispers, lips a mere inch or two away from Louis'. When Louis butts heads with his new neighbor who loves to garden a little too much, all he can do to protect his yard (and heart), is keep on building up his fence(s).

➻ Canyon Moon | delsicle | a/b/o - werewolf - soulmates - childhood friends - friends to lovers - arranged marriage - mutual pining - hurt/comfort - angst - 41k For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry. Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind. An A/B/O Lion King AU

➻ only guilty of loving you | sweetrevenge | a/b/o - strangers to lovers - blind date - soulmates - fluff - angst - mutual pining - smut - 22k After Harry gets set up with his co-worker's alpha friend Louis, he's expecting some pleasant conversation, free dinner, and maybe a new friend. What he doesn't expect, however, is that Louis' arrival in his life begins a life of crime Harry never knew he had in him. A You've Got Mail!AU with a twist.

➻ 'Til Everything Changes | lovelarry10 | a/b/o - older characters - brokend bond - loss - falling in love - fluff - implied mpreg - smut - 57k Harry’s nose twitched as he caught a scent on the breeze, one that sent a shudder through his whole body. His eyes closed subconsciously, and he lost himself in the heady scent, the vanilla top notes, and the more woody undertones, making every hair on Harry’s body stand on end. That was how Harry discovered this man was an Alpha. “Jaz, Harry, this is my Uncle Louis. Lou, this is my girlfriend Jasmine, and her dad Harry.” "Lovely to meet you,” Louis grinned, leaning in and kissing Jasmine’s cheek quickly, a respectful Alpha gesture. Harry held his breath as Louis stuck out a hand, taking it almost reluctantly, certain the Alpha would pick up on his own scent and the nerves flowing through it. “Hi, Harry.” “Hi,” Harry said, his voice low and raspy, still affected by Louis’ scent. “Nice to meet you.” ~~~~ Harry’s an Omega who has been alone for too long. Louis’ an Alpha who is scared to find love again. Thanks to the meddling of Harry’s teenage daughter and her boyfriend, the two seem destined to meet, and it might just change everything they thought they knew about their lives. Will they find what they didn’t realise they’ve always wanted in each other?

➻ Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) | youreyesonlarry | ice hockey - hurt/comfort - angst - fluff - major character injury - pining - unrequited love hospitalization - smut - 74k It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day. -------- Prompt 21: Harry stopped playing hockey (after 10 years of a professional career) because of a severe injury. The dream he worked so hard for vanished in the blink of an eye. His family insisted that he had to go to physical therapy, even if it only helped his health. Cue to personal assistant Louis, the most efficient and kind PA one could hire

➻ Rooms on Fire | softfonds | a/b/o - actors - famous/famous - friends with benefits - secret relationship - 34k Ten years ago, Louis helping Harry through a heat was the start of a romance that ended in heartbreak. Now, Harry's marriage is over thanks to his husband's very public infidelity, and Louis is fresh off a Golden Globe win. The last thing they both expect is to be cast in the same movie.

➻ Stumbling Into Your Arms | sunshineandthemoonlight | a/b/o - strangers to lovers - college/university - fluff - 7k Suddenly, Harry’s nose was brushing against Louis' neck, where his scent was overwhelming. Harry jerked his head to the side and took a deep breath of air, trying to clear his nose of Louis’ scent. ‘Don’t get slick, don’t get hard, don’t get slick’, he repeated to himself in his head, like a mantra. Louis and Harry are university students heading home for the holidays. Harry quickly becomes enraptured by the attractive alpha standing across from him in the train carriage, who has a heavenly scent and a gentle smile.

➻ Little by Little | nonsensedarling | mpreg - non traditional a/b/o - exploring sexuality - exploring secondary gender norms - gender identity strangers to friends to lovers - mutual pining - fluff - slow burn - 65k Harry Styles is an omega who works at the London Planetarium, has lived in the same flat for ages, and is happy enough on his own. When he gets home from his first (horrible) attempt at dating in years, a new pregnant neighbor knocks on his door after smelling his cooking. He and Louis quickly become close, but their friendship gets complicated when Harry begins questioning who he is and what he likes. Or Harry discovers figuring out who you are is more complicated than a potato metaphor.

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[secretshinigami]

An Unexpected Reencounter

Author: Daniel Funke (@danthegeek) For: @its-canon-and-im-feral Pairings/Characters: L/Light, Lawlight Ratings/Warnings: Smoking cigarettes, Slight homophobia(internalized), Slight Swearing Prompt: L and Light as renowned musicians Author’s notes: It’s the 80s Baby! L and Light reencounter each other when they are both invited to take part in the most spectacular musical event of the 20th century: Live Aid. Wordcount: 2784.

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13th of July 1985. The day of Live Aid. L was hunched over his bathroom sink and took a deep breath. This was going to be fine. He looked into the mirror, meeting his own nervous looking expression written all over his pale face. He took another deep breath. Alright, let’s do this. L ran his finger through his messy black hair and glanced into the mirror for the last time. Baggy jeans hanging loose on his skinny frame. A black leather jacket over a white T- Shirt – his band members made him wear the leather jacket.  “It’s the 80s dude, don’t you wanna look cool?” L rolled his big grey eyes that looked even darker because of the black eyeliner framing them. Yeah you look like a rock star. Strange.

L jumped when he heard his phone ringing in the hall. He hurried to pick up the call. “Hey buddy!”, a loud voice greeted L. He wanted to answer but the voice interrupted “So how excited is my favourite, favourite bass player?” L replied: “I’m fine, Eric”. “Of course you’re fine, L. It’s the biggest gig of our life. Can you even comprehend who we are gonna meet? The bands we are gonna share a stage with?” L smiled a bit at Eric’s enthusiasm. Then he frowned, remembering exactly whom he was going to share the stage with. “Yeah… I can’t comprehend, Eric.” “Well anyways buddy, we are gonna pick you up at 10 alright? Be ready. And put on some shoes, will you?” L rolled his eyes again. “Sure, Eric.”, he said and hung up. He looked down at his naked feet and sighed.

“Dylan if you don’t stop doing that—“, L said, annoyed. Dylan grinned at L and continued to spin his drumsticks around in his fingers. They were backstage now, although L did not really understand why they had to be at Wembley 5 hours early. He was mindlessly strumming around on his bass, imitating the melody of Another One Bites The Dust.

“Oi L, you think they will play that in their set?”, Nate asked. He was the lead singer and guitarist of their band. “I doubt it”, L said. “They are probably going to play more cheerful songs to animate the crowd. Like, you know, Radio Gaga or We Will Rock You.”

“Hey L, wanna bet?”, Dylan asked. He had finally stopped spinning around his drumsticks and grinned at L. “Ohhh Dylan, don’t do that”, Nate said and chuckled. “You know L has a sixth sense. You can only loose mate.”

Dylan sighed and pointed one of his drumsticks at L. “You’re right. The bastard ‘s like goddamn Sherlock Holmes.” L shrugged and continued to play on his bass guitar. “Anyways, who are you excited for, the most?”, Nate asked Dylan.

They were just as excited about Live Aid as Eric, and L had to admit that they could not be blamed for it. It was after all the biggest event that had ever been broadcasted on Television so far. A concert, that would host the most renowned musicians of the last decades. Anybody who is anybody is doing this concert.

“Okay so obviouslyMadonna”, Dylan declared, a dreamy expression in his eyes. “Obviously”, Nate repeated and cracked a smile. “And also, you know, U2”, Dylan continued. Nate nodded. In this moment, Eric joined them, as always a big smile on his face. He took a pull on his cigarette and put on a haughty expression.

“Guess where I’ve been?”, he said, looking at his three band members. Dylan rolled his eyes. “You’ve been making out with a groupie in our tour bus, am I right?” Eric blew out a wisp of smoke and laughed, obviously pleased with himself. “Anyways, what have you guys been up to?”, Eric asked and sat down with them. “We were just discussing which acts we are most excited for”, Nate said. “Oh that’s cool. Well Nate, I guess you wanna see Bowie?” “Oh Bowie is exceptional! But I’m actually more excited for KIRA’s act.”

L winced at the mention of this name but tried to remain still and unimpressed. Not one of his band members seemed to have noticed the sudden reaction of L. He stared at his bass and had clasped his fingers around it. From the outside he seemed normal, cold, a bit nervous at most. But inside, L was burning. A hot sensation burned itself through his entire body, starting from his head. He wasn’t even certain of his exact emotion. Was it rage? Embarrassment? Definitely a bit of acrimony.

“You’re right, KIRA totally rocks”, Eric agreed. “Their lead singer is so cool…”

“Quite literally”, Nate said. “I once met him backstage briefly, after a concert. I tell you, if looks could kill – his eyes have this…glistening glare.” “Oh come on, Nate. He just one of those guys who don’t wanna bother with anyone. You almost make him sound like he is evil or something. Eric and Dylan laughed.

L had followed the conversation, still feeling that storm of emotions inside him. He fetched a pack of anxiety pills out of his jeans pockets and took a couple. “Yo L, you alright mate?”, Nate asked. He looked at L a bit worried. “I’m just a bit nervous, it’s nothing. It’s still some time until sound check right?”, L asked and tried to sound casual.

“Yeah it’s like one and a half hours left”, Dylan said. “Alright.” L put his bass in its case and stood up. “Does anyone mind if I take a look around? I think I really need to stretch my legs out a little bit.” “Sure, go ahead. But please, please be on time for the sound check, yeah?”, Eric urged. “I will, don’t worry.” L tried to smile, although he wasn’t sure if he managed to make it seem genuine. Then he took off.

Light. Light Yagami. L could pull out his hair thinking about him. He leaned against the back door of the stadium and took a deep pull from his cigarette. If I were to meet this asshole ever again… He clenched his fist and tried to calm down. Somebody knocked against the door he was leaning at. L was startled and jumped back. The door opened and a young man looked at L, curiously.

“Do you mind?”, he asked and lit up a cigarette. “No, it’s alright”, L mumbled. He was not sure if he had seen this guy before. He had blond hair at shoulder length, wore a black blazer and pants. L noticed that he had been staring at the guy and quickly looked at the ground. “It’s alright, you don’t have to know me”, the guy chuckled. He offered his hand and L shook it. “I’m Deezer Dwight”, he introduced himself. “I’m L”, L said, smiling nervously. “Oh right, you’re with The Investigators, right? I gotta tell you I think it’s kind of a bummer that you aren’t gonna collaborate with The Police.” He grinned about his own joke. “Yeah, we really missed a chance there”, L said. “I’m sorry Deezer, I think I should know which band you belong to, but I haven’t seen you before.”

“That’s alright, I’m new. I just replaced the drummer of KIRA.”

Shivers were running down L’s spine. He threw his cigarette to the ground and put it out with his shoe. For once he was glad that he was not running around barefoot. “What happened to the old one”, L asked, again trying to sound casual. Deezer shrugged and sighed.

“Our lead singer didn’t get along with him anymore. He is…complicated sometimes.” “So what your lead singer says, goes?”, L inquired. “You know, Light… he has no sense of humour. He can be very cold. It’s not easy to work with him sometimes.” “I heard he could be a bit…ruthless sometimes.” Deezer laughed and lit on another cigarette. “That’s a nice way to put it. You should hear his real spicy stories. I swear you wouldn’t believe half of it.” L was intrigued. He knew at least one of these spicy stories really well. “Try me”, L said, trying to sound relaxed.

“Well some of the stories are more rumours…”, Deezer seemingly enjoyed sharing stories like this and his eyes lit up. “What I know for sure is that half of his money comes from people he sued for defamation of character. It was always about some affair he had, affairs that he denied happened. But I would put my both my hands in the fire, right here and right now that every one of these incidents happened and Light was just caring about his reputation too much. So he would threaten to press charges against those who would try to contact him after their…rendezvouses or whatever.”

L gulped and tried to process this information. “That’s… pretty messed up”, was all L could respond. But Deezer didn’t seem to mind his poor conversation skills. “Yeah, honestly it is. And I don’t even get why he cares so much what people think about him. So he does it with women and men, it’s the 80s for god’s sake. Elton does it, Freddie Mercury does it, I’m pretty sure Bowie is also in their club… like it’s alright to be… queer or whatever when you’re a rock star, you get me?” L nodded and looked at Deezer. He really did not seem to mind nor understand the fuzz about it.

“So you think Light Yagami is gay”, L asked Deezer, shoving his hands deep down his pockets. “No man he is just getting at it with everyone he finds attractive. I swear he is like all night out, every night, having someone sleeping over who then sneaks out at the break of dawn.” “Mhh.” L pressed his lips together and looked down at his feet. Well if that doesn’t feel all too familiar to you.

Suddenly Deezer jumped and they booth looked up as they heard an imperious voice calling Deezer’s name. “Oh man…”, he sighed.

“Seriously, how long is this smoke break going to take? Do you realize that we are on stage at Live Aid in two hours? Can’t I expect a little more reliability from my band members?”

Deezer and L both froze at that all too familiar voice, but because of very different reasons. “Sorry man”, Deezer whispered and threw his cigarette butt on the ground. I gotta go. It was nice meeting you! See you later maybe, good luck for your set.” He patted L’s shoulder and hurried through the backdoor.

L took his hands out of his pockets and stretched his arms above his head. Maybe it was time to go back to his band members as well. He reached for the doorknob, when once again someone tried to open the door from the opposite side. L took a step back and the door flung open.

L’s face turned white as he saw that he had just ran right into Light Yagami.

A couple seconds, nobody spoke or moved. Light looked at L, eyebrows raised. L couldn’t even determine whether Light recognized him or was just surprised to meet someone out here. He didn’t look embarrassed or guilty. L was still very pale and his big eyes stared at Light’s face.

He probably doesn’t even remember me. If he really has someone new every other night, how should he know who I was?

Light cleared his voice. He closed the door and leaned against the doorframe. “It’s you”, he said calmly. “Oh. So you do remember me”, L replied coldly. “I do. How could I forget that pretty face of yours?” Light smiled.

L pressed his lips together and took one step forward. “Don’t you dare, Light Yamagi. You know exactly what you did to me.” L felt the rage building up inside him. The humiliation. 

Never call me again. I’m not a “fairy” like you. Those were his words.

“Listen, L. I’m really sorry. I was a jerk back then. But I swear, I’ve changed.” “I don’t believe you”, L simply said and came even nearer onto Light. He stared at his face, holding his breath, mesmerized by his appearance. Light Yagami was beautiful. His skin was light and flawless. His brown hair framed his handsome defined face. Light brown eyes were looking at him. He wore an open jacket with nothing underneath and white leather pants. Light kept a straight face, only looking at L without retreating. “Don’t believe me, then”, Light said calmly. The corners of his mouth twitched a little.

“It’s all just a big game for you, isn’t it Light?”, L said and glared at him. “You just like to play with people, pretend they’re something special, pretend you actually feel something for them when in reality you are not even capable of real feelings. So you push everyone away and stomp on their hearts.”

L had got himself into a rage and was breathing heavily. Light didn’t respond for a couple seconds, but he didn’t smile anymore. “Listen, L… I know I’m messed up. But you have to understand that I can’t take the risk of ruining my reputation. I had to threaten you to keep quiet about what we had. I really liked you, you know. But my career is everything to me.”

L looked at him, frowning. Light Yagami lies as soon as he opens his sweet mouth. As if that cheap apology could fool me. As much as L wanted to believe him, he could not help to still suspect him of being a notorious liar. He wanted to believe him so much. Wanted to believe he had changed.

“Will you forgive me L?”, Light asked softly and raised his hand to gently stroke across his cheek.

L felt a burning sensation rising up inside him again, only this time it was not fuelled by rage or anger. It was pure desire that poured through his body. “I–“, L stuttered and couldn’t close his mouth, “I…don’t know…” L was completely entranced by Light’s flawless features, his hot breath that he could now feel on his skin, his glowing eyes looking at L in a way that made him feel weak in his knees.

“What is it, L?”, Light asked smiling. L knew that Light was winning. He knew that Light was already in triumph, knowing that L couldn’t resist him no matter how hard he tried. L took a deep breath. “I don’t think I will…forgive you”, L breathed and took Light’s hand to put it away from his face. When he touched Light’s skin, it was like he was struck by lightning, like an electrical shock flashed right through him. He immediately let go of Light’s hand, but he couldn’t stop staring at him.

“That’s…a shame”, Light said in a low voice and casted down his eyes.

L was trembling. He was fighting every fibre in his body, because all he wanted was to diminish every distance between him and Light, to press his body against Light’s. He hesitantly took Light’s hand again and felt this overwhelming electrical sensation again. When he did that, Light looked up and smiled. At this moment, L knew that he had inevitably subjected himself to him. And Light knew that as well. He smiled, smugly, his eyes glistening with the certainty of victory.

He grabbed L by his waist and spun him around so L was pressed against the back door. He rested his hand next to L’s shoulder, pressing it against the doorframe. With the other hand, he slowly caressed L’s face. He went on to fondle with his hair and then he brought his mouth very close to L’s ear and whispered.

“Are you sure, that you don’t want to forgive me?”

L let out a moan, almost whimpering. He grabbed Light’s face and looked him in the eyes. He drew Light’s face even closer and then pressed his lips onto his own. Light sighed and buried his hands into L’s hair, messing it up even more and pulling on it as to elicit another moan. L could not believe how he could have forgot about the sweet taste of Light’s lips, the feeling of his body against his own, the irresistible smell he emanated. L never wanted to end this kiss but he needed to catch his breath. He gently pulled Light away from his face, breathing heavily and gazing at Light with his big grey eyes. Light smiled again, his lips red and slightly swollen from the kiss.

“I still don’t forgive you”, L whispered and smiled back at him.

#fanfiction #death note #submission #pairings: lawlight #ratings: teen #cw: smoking #cw: drugs #itscanonandimferal #danthegeek #Mello's Birthday Mayhem 2020

[petersasteria]

The Forces of Nature || Ch. 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

Summary: “There’s this kid out there that can control the wind or something. I think she’s a great addition to the team. Let’s recruit her.”

Peter was torn. He didn't know what to do. All the information he got was a lot to take in. First of all, Tony wanted to recruit someone new even though they could catch 'The Violent Swine' on their own. Second of all, Tony wanted to recruit Y/N; the girl he despised. Lastly, he had never spoken to Y/N before. While he and MJ ended on good terms, he never approached Y/N because he simply had no reason to. Approaching her now would be so weird. Plus, his jealousy might get ahead of himself.

So, he sought advice from Ned the next day at school. Peter grabbed his things from his locker as Ned told him about something that happened yesterday. Peter couldn't focus, though. All he could think about was how he could recruit Y/N without actually saying the word 'recruit'. Peter swiftly turned to Ned and whispered, "I have something to tell you and you CANNOT tell anyone."

Ned stopped talking and quickly nodded his head, "Okay. What's up?"

Peter closed his locker and fully turned to Ned, "Do you know Y/N?"

Ned nodded with a smile, "Yeah, she's really nice. She's new here and she's friends with MJ. Why'd you ask?"

Peter looked around to see if anyone was listening. He knew he didn't have to because no one would pay attention to him and Ned, anyway. But he just wanted to make sure. As much as he despised Y/N, the least he could do was to make sure no one else heard his and Ned's conversation.

"She has super powers." Peter whispered. Ned's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. After all, it's not every day that you get to hear someone having super powers. "Close your mouth or flies will get in there." Peter said and nudged Ned, who closed his mouth immediately. Ned was about to speak when MJ and Y/N passed by.

"Hey losers." MJ said with a bored look on her face. Y/N stood next to her looking flawless as ever. She was wearing a plain white blouse paired with a skirt that had a nice shade of green that ran all the way an inch below her knees. Around her waist was a dark green belt and her white Keds made her outfit look complete. To top it all off, she wore a dark olive green headband to keep her hair from going to her face and a thin gold necklace around her neck with a star as the pendant. In summary, she looked prim and proper. It was cute.

Peter looked at Y/N up and down and his face contorted in disgust, "What the hell are you wearing, Y/N?"

Y/N looked at Peter with a shocked expression because they've never spoken to each other before. Heck, Peter never even made an effort to acknowledge her presence at school in spite of having the same classes. Y/N looked down at her clothes before she looked at Peter with a small smile on her face, "Clothes. I'm wearing decent clothes, Peter."

MJ and Ned snickered at her response. Peter rolled his eyes and said, "I know that, dumb-ass. But what the hell is that style?"

"U-Um, the- the 1940's...?" Y/N stuttered. She didn't know why she stuttered, but she was certain about one thing: Peter was being mean. She thought only kids were mean, but she never expected people to be mean in high school. In her old school, everyone was nice to her.

"Did Steve Rogers throw up on you?" Peter teased.

"E-Excuse m-me? Steve Ro-"

"Yes, Captain America, doofus!" Peter rolled his eyes. "You look like a grandma. Were you frozen like Steve too? I bet he knew who you were, grandma."

"Cut it out, Peter." MJ said sternly. They made eye contact and MJ shook her head in disappointment. "Let's go, Y/N. These losers aren't worth it, especially Peter."

MJ walked ahead and Y/N just stood there as she looked at the two boys, "Um, have a nice day, guys!" She quickly followed MJ and Peter huffed. Ned lightly smacked the back of Peter's head and asked, "What the fuck is wrong with you??"

"What do you mean? Have you seen her?" Peter asked with an amused expression.

"Yeah, I've seen her. I actually like her outfit." Ned said with a frown. "Get over yourself, man. Take a chill pill. Relax. Why are you mad at her, anyway?"

"Mr. Stark wants to recruit her to be an Avenger because of her powers." Peter said quietly. Ned furrowed his eyebrows, "What's wrong with that? You should be happy that you have someone your age on the team."

"She's not on the team!" Peter shouted, his voice echoing the school corridor. Students turned to look at Peter as he muttered apologies. They quickly looked away and as soon as they did, Peter continued, "She's not on the team, not yet at least. Mr. Stark wants ME to recruit her and I kinda don't want to but I know I have to. I'm having a dilemma."

"That's easy. Just befriend her." Ned shrugged as they walked to their class. "That doesn't explain why you're so mean, though. I mean, it does, but it's not enough."

"She's also better than me at everything. Teachers used to ask me the hardest questions, because I was usually the only smart guy in class. Now, this bitch comes in walking around like she owns the fucking school-"

"She's literally shy, Peter."

"-And she effortlessly grabs the teachers' attention?! Now, they give HER the hardest questions and I'm stuck like everyone else! It's annoying, Ned! I used to be the big shot nerd around here. It also doesn't help that she's part of the decathlon team. She's also in the band when I joined again!"

"You know, I heard she joined every club." Ned informed.

"Even glee club? There are only, like, five people in that club." Peter snorted.

"Hey, I'm in that club!" Ned exclaimed. "And F.Y.I., we have 10 members. Not 5."

Peter rolled his eyes and sarcastically said, "Thanks for informing me, Ned."

"No problem, Peter." Ned smiled as they stopped in front of a classroom. "This is my class. See ya later, dude!"

"See ya!"

They did their handshake before Ned entered and Peter left. He internally groaned when he entered his classroom to find an empty seat next to Y/N. His day was not great.

He walked towards her as she fixed the stuff she needed on the table. She looked up and saw Peter. She gave him a small smile as he sat down next to her.

"Hi, Peter."

"Hi, grandma. Where are my cookies?" Peter mocked and gave her a sarcastic smile. Y/N didn't have the time to respond because their teacher came and discussed about world history.

"Good morning, class! Today's topic is about the Tudors. Has anyone have an idea on who they are?" Mrs. Johnson asked.

Y/N ecstatically raised her hand and answered with a bright smile. Peter glared at her and looked away. "Of course, you fucking know. You know everything." Peter muttered under his breath. Y/N heard this, but she didn't let it phase her or bother her. Peter was just a boy anyway and he was allowed to feel upset or annoyed or angry. He was only human, after all.

After a long discussion about the Tudors, the bell finally rang. However, Mrs. Johnson had other plans. "Class, before you leave, I have an announcement."

The whole class groaned because they were all ready to leave. Y/N sat patiently, though. All her things were neatly tucked away in her bag. As the students trudged their way back to their seats, Peter turned to Y/N, "Why are you such a pretentious girl?" Y/N turned her head to look at him.

"You don't have to act that way all the time." Peter added.

"Pretentious? What do you mean?" She asked with a confused look on her face.

Peter sighed in frustration, "Pretentious. Like, why do you have to act all prim and proper or something? Why are you acting like the queen is coming?"

Y/N looked away and looked down at her hands that was resting on her lap, "I'm sorry if it annoys you, then."

"Don't be sorry. Be better." Peter said before turning to look straight ahead.

"All of you will be paired for a presentation about the Tudors. Your partners will be your seat mates. I'll be going around to tell you what your topics are and you're free to go." Mrs. Johnson said as she started roaming around.

Peter groaned. He currently hates his life.

When Mrs. Johnson arrived at their area, she smiled proudly, "Ahh, Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Parker! I'm so glad that two of the smartest people here are joining forces for this presentation. Your topic is about Elizabeth the First. I'm expecting a lot from both of you. You’ll present Monday next week."

Y/N and Peter smiled at Mrs. Johnson as she walked to the next one. They both grabbed their stuff and walked out the classroom. Peter quickly walked to his locker as Y/N followed him. He opened his locker and put his things in it and getting the things he needs for his next class.

"Wow, you walk really fast!" Y/N chuckled lightly.

"What do you want, Y/N?" Peter internally groaned. He slammed his locker shut causing Y/N to jump slightly. He turned to look at her with an annoyed look on his face.

"I, uh, I figured that we could work on the presentation together later today. You know, the earlier we finish, the better." Y/N politely smiled at him.

"I can't. I have the Stark Internship." Peter shrugged. He sees her at school every day since she got there and she wants to meet up after school for their presentation? It's a no from Peter.

"That's why we have cellphones and social media, Y/N. But you wouldn't know that because you're such a grandma." Peter spat before walking to his next class. Y/N went after him and walked beside him, "Can we walk to class together, then? We have the same classes, anyway."

Peter abruptly stopped walking and fully turned to her, "Fine. We can walk to class together. In one condition."

"Sure!"

"Don't fucking talk to me unless it's really fucking important. Like, literally shut up unless it's an emergency. You can also talk to me when I start the conversation. Just speak when spoken to. Got it?" Peter said. Y/N just nodded her head. "Good. Let's walk." Peter said as he began to walk to their next class with Y/N trying to catch up.

Their next class was chemistry and Peter made it his ultimate goal to try and beat her in answering all the questions. Every time he beat her, he smiled proudly to himself. At one point, he let out a small, celebratory, 'yes!'.

Y/N giggled and Peter looked at her, "What?"

She shook her head and smiled to herself, "Nothing. It's just adorable whenever you get an answer right. I admire you, Peter. You're really smart."

She didn't talk again after that, but Peter blushed at her words. He shook it off, though. He didn't want to be distracted. He was too competitive.

When lunch time arrived, Y/N sat with Peter, Ned, and MJ like usual. MJ was reading her book as she chewed on her sandwich. Y/N sat next to her and smiled, "Hey MJ."

MJ smiled at her, "Hey Y/N. What's up?" They began talking about random stuff. Peter sat next to Ned and Ned immediately asked how his classes were.

"They were alright." Peter said and ate his lunch.

"How the process of befriending her?" Ned asked. Peter shrugged. Ned sighed, "Peter, just do it. She's really cool, I swear."

Peter was about to respond, but Y/N interrupted him. "Ned, I have something to tell you!" Y/N smiled as she stood up from her seat and moved to sit in front of Ned.

Ned subtly nudged Peter as he smiled at her, "What's up, Y/N?"

"I already have a song idea for our performance on graduation." Y/N smiled excitedly. "Also, I have good news."

"Oooh, what is it?" Ned asked, matching her excitement.

"So, I'm doing community theater, right?"

"Yup. What about it?"

"I got you a part in our show!" She squealed. Ned was in shock. Peter looked at Ned expectantly. He wanted an explanation. He didn't know Ned was into that.

"Wow! Thanks, Y/N/N! That's so cool! I'll text you, okay?" Y/N smiled before going back to her seat next to MJ.

"Um, Ned? Please explain." Peter said. He's never been more confused in his entire 18 years of existence.

"Oh, I wanted to try my hand at theater. So when I found out that Y/N did community theater during summer until now, I asked if I could join. Then, I got in!" Ned grinned. "I can't wait, man. I'm excited. And that's how you befriend someone, Peter. You're just stubborn and jealous."

Peter said nothing and just ate his food. The rest of the day, Y/N stuck to her word stayed quiet. Peter immediately left after the last class to patrol and to go to the compound. His patrol was surprisingly short. No crime was happening that day. 'Maybe the criminals are lazy today.' Peter thought as he swung his way to the compound.

When he arrived, he was informed by Pepper that everyone was waiting for him in the meeting room. He went inside the meeting room and took off his mask and sat on the empty seat, "Hey everyone!"

"Ahh, young spider boy! It is always lovely to see you." Thor smiled.

"I'm just surprised he's on time." Bucky said with his arms crossed. Sam hummed in agreement.

"Okay, let's skip the pleasantries-" Tony said but Scott cut him off.

"Let's go. Grab your pistol." Scott sang with a smile as everyone looked at him. "Get it? From Hamilton? 'Blow Us All Away'?"

"Scott." Steve said sternly. Scoot cleared his throat and said, "Sorry about that Tony."

Tony just looked at Peter and asked, "So, how's the recruiting? We all really want her on the team now."

"Yeah, it's about time we have another girl in here." Wanda said.

"Preach!" Natasha said. "We want her in the team now."

Peter looked at everyone and sighed, "I'm still figuring out how I'll do it. Besides, why do we need her? We're the Avengers! We can do anything."

"Is this some misogynistic thing?" Natasha raised her eyebrow. Peter quickly shook his head, "N-No! Of course not. It's just that we don't need another person in our team. We're all powerful together."

"But imagine her in our team. We'd be MORE powerful." Rhodey added. A chorus of "that's true" and "yup" filled the room. Peter leaned back on his seat and sighed.

"Kid, she has powers BEYOND ours. She's powerful, it's admittedly scary." Tony explained.

Steve nodded, "Tony's right. If she could control the wind, we figured that there's no doubt she could control other elements. And if we're right, we really need her more than ever."

"The more, the merrier." Scott said with a shrug. "If you ask me, I agree that we need that kid. All in favor of getting her on the team, raise your hands."

Scott and everyone except Peter raised their hands. Peter sighed and gave in, "Fine. Maybe we do need her."

"Yes, so do your best in recruiting her. We don't take 'no' for an answer." Tony said. "We also don't want the swine flu to kill more innocent people."

"Swine flu?" Peter asked with a confused look on his face.

Steve chuckled, "I understood that joke. That's a good one."

Peter drowned out everyone else as he thought to himself deeply. He didn't know what to do. He didn't really hate her. He just disliked her. If he didn't recruit her, he'd be in trouble and Tony would probably take his suit away or something. If he did recruit her, he'd have to think of something on how to do it. But what'll happen if he doesn't do it?

"Hey, Mr. Stark?"

"Yeah?"

"What happens if I don't recruit her? What'll happen?" Peter asked. "I'm just curious."

Tony thought for a bit and looked at Scott and smiled before turning to Peter, "Scott will recruit her. He has a daughter and he could probably relate to her on some level or something."

Scott cheered and grinned, "If Peter fails, I solemnly swear that I got this! I can fulfill the task that you thrust upon me."

"Man, you're weird." Sam said as he looked at Scott. Scott just shrugged, "At least I'm unique and I love it. I encourage Cassie to be unique too. I love that kid so much."

Peter nodded, "Okay."

If he did it, he'd have to befriend her. If he didn't, his suit would probably be taken away and Scott would do it instead. He guessed trying to befriend her wouldn't be so bad.

-

Y/N entered the apartment she shared with Eunice. It wasn't small, but it wasn't really big either. It was just right. She loved every second of every day living with Eunice. They clean the apartment together every weekend, they sing together, on Eunice's day off she takes Y/N to the mall and buys her new clothes, they dance when one of them plays music, and so much more. Y/N loved Eunice like an older sister she never had.

Y/N went straight to her room and called Eunice.

Hi! I'm sorry I can't answer the phone right now. Please leave a message after the beep.

Y/N sighed and left a message anyway, "Hey Eunice! I just got home. So, uh, I just want you to know that. I'll cook dinner tonight, by the way. Love you!" She hung up and did her homework.

About an hour later, Y/N started to prepare for dinner. She decided to cook lasagna, because why not? She and Eunice loved lasagna. Thirty minutes into cooking, Eunice arrived home.

"That smells delish, Y/N!!" Eunice grinned as she entered the apartment and closed the door. "Do you need help?"

"Can you please set the table and wash the things on the sink?"

"Sure!" Eunice started washing the used utensils on the sink as they talked about their day.

"Oh, hey! It's your birthday next week and it falls on my day off. Why don't you invite your friends over? We could have a small celebration here." Eunice said excitedly. Y/N smiled at the thought and said, "I'll ask them."

Her only friend was MJ and she wasn't even sure if she and Ned were friends. If she invited Ned, he'd probably bring Peter. The things is, Peter disliked her. Strongly disliked her. She didn't know what to do.

"Is everything okay?" Eunice asked, her voice lacing concern.

"Yeah." Y/N smiled. "I was just thinking about something."

"Tell me about it." Eunice smiled.

"There's this guy at school named Peter and he really dislikes me for some reason. He's also my partner in world history. He's always so angry at me or something. I haven't even done anything." She sighed heavily.

"Hmm... maybe he likes you." Eunice teased. "Boys do that when they like someone. Either he likes you or he's jealous of you. BUT don't ever assume things, okay? We don't know his side of the story, so let's not judge him no matter how much you say he dislikes you. Just get to know him better. You said he was your partner, right?"

"Yeah."

"So, try and befriend him while working on your project or something. Both of you need to work together to get a decent grade and you'll both be friends in no time." Eunice suggested.

"You know what? I never thought of that. Thanks, Eunice." Y/N smiled and pulled Eunice in a tight hug which Eunice gladly returned.

"I'm starving." Eunice chuckled and pulled away. Y/N laughed and continued cooking as Eunice set the table. After a while, the food was ready and they ate their dinner.

"This is really good, Y/N." Eunice said with her mouth full.

"Thanks." Y/N laughed. "Should I prepare it when Peter gets here for the presentation thing?"

"Definitely."

"That's settled, then."

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#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fic #peter parker series #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh

[radramblog]

Radiohead Retrospective Part 4: We’ve got heads on sticks

Your name is Thom Yorke. You’ve just released what is considered one of the best albums of the 90s, if not of all time, and you’ve achieved a level of fame that at least one band member considers akin to the Beatles. Through the release of OK Computer, you’ve proven that even if people are pretty much over Oasis at this point, British rock bands still rule the airwaves. You’re also stressed the fuck out over just about all of this, and having a very hard time accustoming to the life of a celebrity- let alone the usual mental health issues.

What will you do?

Apparently, the answer was to write the fourth album to be as far away from the previous few as possible, seeking influence from IDM groups like Aphex Twin, jazz stuff, and just some bizarro instruments and experimentation and leaving a lot of the “rock” stuff behind. The primary genre listed for Kid A is usually Electronica or Ambient, with various off-kilter rock subgenres lagging behind, crying “you’re still gonna do guitars and stuff, right?”

Well…not as much anymore. But this era of Radiohead, this career-suicidal swerve, still proved monumentally successful, and showed that the band still had it, and that sometimes artistic risks do pay dividends.

A side note: I usually link music videos for the tracks I discuss as part of each post, as you’ll have seen in previous parts of this series. Kid A, however, doesn’t have any singles, and it sure doesn’t have any music videos. So…maybe just listen yourself. I’m probably in over my head here anyway.

I think the first 5 notes of Everything In Its Right Place are some of the most iconic in all of music.

Some personal background- Kid A was the first Radiohead I ever listened to. A particular cool and good mate of mine was a fan in high school, but I’d never listened to them at all, and I trusted his opinion musically, so I went to buy one of their CDs the next time I was at the shop. And for whatever reason, the cheapest one was Kid A at 10 bucks, and I didn’t want to gamble more than that, so that’s the one I got.

So the opening notes of Everything In Its Right Place were the first Radiohead I ever heard. And considering how much I obsessed over this band, in high school and beyond, it’s no surprise that this song is one of my favourites.

Not only did this song introduce me to Radiohead, it was effectively a gateway track for electronic music in general. This was the early 10s, and the majority of what I knew as electronic stuff was the EDM that was drowning the airwaves at the time. I hated that stuff out of principle, because being a hipster like that was definitely a personality. I don’t think I would ever have gotten into Vaporwave, into IDM, or into any electronic music the way I eventually would were it not for Everything In Its Right Place.

Now that I’ve spent 250 words talking about myself and not the actual song, we should probably stop that. Everything In Its Right Place is defined by this steady build of layering vocals and effects onto the relatively calm synth line, distorted vocals and word salad lyrics and manipulated noises growing and getting more chaotic before it just stops- the vocals fade out, the effects drop, and you’re left with the synth line- except it’s been slowly changing itself the whole time, and you don’t realise because you’ve been distracted by everything else at the same time.

It’s worth noting (and I don’t know if this was the case with OK Computer, because I don’t have an original copy of that one) that this was an album without liner notes, without the lyrics in the cover booklet. But at least in this case, the lyrics don’t matter as much as the v i b e. At least, that’s what I think.

On the topic of unintelligible lyrics, Kid A has a title track! I believe literally two Radiohead albums do this, the other being The Bends (though Hail to the Thief and In Rainbows do appear as lyrics). The song itself is an ambient, quiet piece that feels something like a twisted nursery tune- incredibly affected vocals, a syncopated (?) percussion, and a synth (I think???) that…I don’t know how to describe it, but it feels nursery-rhyme-y. If you’ve heard this song a few times, or you know what to listen for, you can piece together the lyrics somewhat- and they are, frankly, kind of unsettling. What is standing in the shadows at the end of your bed, can it please leave? And imagery of the Pied Piper is always either extremely silly or extremely unnerving, with this clearly leaning towards the latter. There’s a lot going on here- especially for a track most probably wouldn’t listen to outside the context of the full album. I know I generally don’t- not the kind of thing I generally am in the mood for.

 We’re at 850+ words, and we’re only up to The National Anthem? Fuuuuck. Well, anyone who wasn’t on board the IDM train can at least appreciate this one more, it’s got an actual bassline. A killer one, at that, that drives the whole track. Well, you know, that and the B R A S S. Seriously, it sounds like they invited a marching band to this bad boy. The combination ends up sounding mostly like controlled chaos, a jazz band traffic jam wound together by that B A S S. But the bass can’t hold it forever, and eventually that shit breaks free and just, it just honks all over the place.

I’m frustratingly running out of things to say about this song I really like, as opposed to the other songs I really liked. Unfortunately, ya boi forgot to take his neurotypicalification pills today, and so I’m getting very distracted. Hopefully, that slightly unhinged nature suits the album somewhat.

The next song, How To Disappear Completely, is a Big Mood with a fun story attached. The main lyrics- I’m not here, this isn’t happening- were allegedly something none other than Michael Stipe from R.E.M. told Thom to help him deal with that massive stage fright that came with Getting Big. Fun trivia aside, this song is gorgeous, luscious with massive strings, an acoustic bend, aethereal vocals, and a background drone running through the thing that makes sure your hair is always a little on end through the thing. It’s a song whose lyrics are an attempt to escape anxiety, whose instrumentation serves more to reinforce it- a calm, melodic piece that builds into nervous swells and threatening strings. A song about fighting your fear, and losing.

Fuck me it’s a bit depressing isn’t it. It’s potentially the most emotionally revealing song the album has- a lot of the lyricism on other tracks is more metaphorical, or subtle, but the meaning in How To Disappear Completely is evident even just from the title. You get lost in the strings and they go from calming, to imposing, to downright menacing (and then back again) in the song’s final minute.

Treefingers, on the other hand, has a lot less to say, and by that I mean it’s an instrumental. A very atmospheric, ambient one, and thereby one I don’t have a lot to say about. I’m not sure I’m particularly good at commenting on regular music, but this kinda thing is a whole different animal. I have no idea how to interact with discussing this. I like it? I will say, that one note right at the end, that echoes for a bit, the one piece of clarity in this muddled, reverbed sphere, feels especially poignant, for reasons I cannot describe.

We go from ambient instrumental to arguable the most rock-song-like track on this album, Optimistic, certified banger that it is. Some might argue that it doesn’t fit here, but like, did they even hear the lyrics? The bridge? It more that deserves its place on one of the best albums around. The little way the guitar scales up during the chorus is excellent, the proggy drums and riffs are glorious, it’s just a very good rock song.

Also this is the first song with the lyric “dinosaurs roaming the earth”, which, aside from being a bit of a non-sequitur, would return two albums later. And I’m really looking forward to that one.

In Limbo is a song I kind of always forget exists until I hear it again. It’s antimemetic, the way the song goes slipping from my mind until I hear those opening notes again. I’m going to be honest, it’s probably because it’s also the most mid song on the album. Far from bad, but it isn’t doing anything that How to Disappear Completely or Optimistic aren’t doing better. If I had to remove any track from this album, it might be this one?

Watch me get fucking lynched from the fandom for that one, if I ever post this to r/Radiohead or whatever. Which I might, though as much as I’d like more people to read my things I’m also extremely anxious about the potential response. Like the album I’m discussing today, I’m terrified of fame.

Incidentally, In Limbo is also the shortest track on the album (Treefingers beats it by 11 seconds), though this isn’t initially obvious online at least, because people keep messing with Motion Picture Soundtrack. But we’re not there yet, hang on.

We go from the forgettable (to me) In Limbo to the utterly mesmerizing Idioteque. Anxious but danceable, confusing but emotive, messy but tightly controlled. I love this fucking song to death. The reason I got the particular Radiohead poster that I did was because it has lyrics from this on it.

I’ve heard that lyrics for this album were largely pulled from a hat, and nowhere is that more clear than here (or maybe Everything In Its Right Place). Despite this, there’s a pretty clear theme in them, a continuation of some of the themes of this and the last albums. A condemnation of wealth and cowardice in the face of ecological disaster. In the form of an apocalypse disco.

What a lot of people don’t know about this track is that it actually samples an extremely old electronic music piece- one written in 1973, on a particularly old computer. The track, mild und leise, is a very interesting track considering its age- I’m reminded of Selected Ambient Works by Aphex Twin- not so much musically, but about how that reason was as influential as it was because it was the first time songs had sounded like that, because it was the first time songs could sound like that- I suppose it’s somewhat similar in that way, if older. These pieces and their composers inexorably linked by the allure of technology, and how that could be used to define new eras in music history- in Radiohead’s case, it certainly defined the next few albums in their lifespan.

Jesus mild und leise is long, it’s still going as I write this. I need to get back to Kid A, man!

Idioteque leads directly into Morning Bell, admittedly another less memorable song. Largely percussion lead, plenty of falsetto, and with a very unsubtle theme if you listen to the lyrics. I recall seeing someone saying that “cut the kids in half” was a really surprising and spooky line, and, yeah, sure, it sort of is, but it’s only particularly bad if you don’t pay attention for the rest of it. It’s about divorce, dude, it’s not subtle.

Or apparently not, according to one interview, but Thom said the interpretation isn’t invalid, so haha still winning baybeeeee.

I think the only part of this I really can’t do without is the outro, because the last minute and a half of this song is really cool. The mumbled lyrics go really well with the rising percussion and eerie effects that end the track.

Our final song is Motion Picture Soundtrack, or, Exit Music (for Walt Disney’s Depression Nap). This and Street Spirit I think are what really cement Radiohead’s reputation for brutal closers, both of them being tragic but hauntingly beautiful in different ways. In this case, it’s the instrumentation- glittering harps attempting the echo 50s Disney. There’s actually a version of this song from the OK Computer era with extremely different instrumentation, piano rather than organ, and no harps (and a third verse that is utterly brutal). Regardless, this is the song they chose to close the apocalypse that Kid A is on- the final lyric being “I will see you in the next life”, as the glittering echoes into the night. Poignant and tragic, but a little hopeful- the next life hopefully won’t have the struggles and pain of this one.

And then, of course, there’s the hidden track. Nicknamed Genchildren by some (that’s just the username of the dude who uploaded it to Napster back in the day), officially known as Untitled, and the true closer to the album. With Spotify slapping it right at the end of Motion Picture Soundtrack, it’s not clear the true nature of this song- it’s actually hidden on the original album, after several minutes of silence, just long enough that you’ve forgotten you left the player running (or you’re still crying from Motion Picture Soundtrack). I don’t think there’s a real word for what this sounds like other than heavenly, and incredibly brief piece I’ve heard compared to the pearly gates. After all, if we end on “I will see you in the next life”, then what can this be but that?

 Thus closes Kid A, a gorgeous and powerful album, yet an insane swerve for any rock band to pull, not just Radiohead. A bold strategy, and yet it paid off for them- Kid A would not only be massively influential, it was also massively successful both critically and commercially- but not to the standard of OK Computer before it. But they obviously weren’t trying to do OK Computer part 2, just as that album was deliberately not The Bends part 2.

Kid A would pretty much get a Part 2, though, less than a year later. And it’s that album we’ll be discussing next week, obviously. Until then.

#ramble #music #radiohead #kid a #idm #idm has to be the most pretentious acronym on the planet

[wthtorke]

How would AvP Elder handle the fact that he is most definitely going to outlive his human S/O? Even as old as he is.

I don't think they have to deal with this kind of sadness-, yautja blood prolongs human lives-,

Theres this comic that this one dude killed a yautja,and his like,clan members,kids,grandkids kept coming back to kill this one human for revenge for like

Hundreds of years.

When he killed the first one,an elder of his village said that 'the heart of the serpent grants you many years when eaten', and its no surprise he ate it,he cooked and ate his heart.

And from 100 to 100 years a new yautja came for him,he killed them and ate their heart,many,many times.

So maybe Elder won't feed you a whole heart,but he'd sure shove vials of yautja blood down your throat without a second thought,like trying to make your pet swallow a pill,you just hold them down good and hope for the best lmao

I feel like the only kinds of death they have to worry is murder and like sickness,old age comes very far in the back for humans that mate with yautjas and/or engineers,of course,everyone can die of old age-,but in this case,the human would have already lived over 10 times what they would have,so its not so than 'oh man I'm gonna outlive them' but more of a 'someday we're both gonna die but i want you near until I'm ready to go myself" kinda thing

#yautja boyfriend #predator x reader #alien #yautja/human #yautja girlfriend #yautja #human/yautja #alien engineer #engineers #alien relationship #alien vs predator #request #headcanon #avp elder

[janevx]

maybe| Yuta Nakamoto VI

XiYangenre: mafia au, angst, smut

Part 5

 At the morning Yuta was pissed of and Soyeon was scared. She was mad at herself, about what she did. He didn’t listen to him, he clearly said: Be at home before 10 p.m and here she is. Waiting for Yuta to come and talk with her.

— How did you sleep?

— Fine, thanks.

— I thought about this, so.. — He smirked  — You are disallow to leave home without me. You not gonna hang out with friends, honey.

— I understand and I’m sorry again. 

— By the way, be ready at 8 p.m, we gonna leave.

— Where?

— Mafia event, you know Taeyong likes to make parties and today is 4th anniversary since he had made NCT, so yeah. Big event.

— I don’t have any clot —

— You have, I bought you some.

 And with this he left her. She could see that he doesn’t show this, but he was really mad at her. His gaze tells everything. And this event. First real event together. She knew that she will have to act as good couple and lovely wife of mafia member. But she promised herself  — I’M GONNA STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM AS KILLER AND MAFIA MEMBER AND START THINKING ABOUT HIM AS HER HUSBAND.

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 Time passed really fast. She walked around home and spent a lot time in garden. She fell in love with their garden, what means that she gonna spend more time in this place. 

 Yuta bought her this dress:

 In his opinion this dress suits Soyeon very well and suits event. She feel a little bit weird. She doesn’t know a lot of people only a little Johnny, Taeyong and good Mark who really like Soyeon and she likes him back. How this people act? Behave? Any other girls? Are they mean? So many questions.

 When they drive in car to the place, Yuta noticed that his wife looks a little bit scared. He doesn’t know why, but wants to comfort her a little.

— Don’t be stressed. I’ll be by your side all the time. No one gonna hurt you, and if some new member gonna say to you something or whatever..Be sure I’ll know what to do with them.

— Thank you Yuta.  — She smilled  — It’s just all new. I only know Mark, who was nice to me and you know..

— You’ll meet a lot my friends, maybe you will like them?  — He smirked  — But remember, you are my wife and I’m not allow to anyone to touch you, got it, sewatheart?

— I got it, Yuta.

— Good girl.

 To the end of the way they stayed silent. It was nice. No stressful conversations and other shit what would make her more shy. They arrived and see a lot sports and expensive cars. Poeple greated with each other. Big restaurant. They walked in with smiles at their faces and see Taeyong, who smiled to them back.

— My best friend and his wife! C’mon!

 He hugged them and they talk a little. Then he had to talk with other gesuts, so they came to their seats. Everything looks so expensive in Soyeon’s eyes. Fot her it was hard to accept this.

 After 10 minutes everyone were at their places. There were a lot people, maybe 100 maybe 200? Taeyong looks really good. Red hair suits his face and scarry face. Outfit also looks expensive and good. He stood up, because he always gives a speach.

— At the first place, I want to say thank you for everyone for comming. Thank you guys! I know that for everyday I’m not that nice and I scream a lot, I know, but just the way I am, I geuss.  — Everyone laugh  — As you know today is 4th anniversary. 4 fuckin years with you! 4 years with my boys who are my family. Thank you for your hard work and for everything, I know that usually our work is hard and we know that in every moment we can die, but we sweared for us to this job. NCT still growing, we are really big and no motherfuckers gonna bother us. This fuckers are afraid of us, Yakuza, Triada, this little BTS fuckers and other gangs from South Korea, they are afraid of us. Thanks to Kun and Lucas, Triada and China are afraid of us. They did a really good job. They still do! Work hard for everyhting. But here is one guy who work the hardest. As you can know Yakuza is second the biggest mafia, we are first ofcourse.  — Everyone laugh again at his facial expression  — But my buddy who take care of Japan bussines is here, Yuta Nakamoto! He works hard everyday to make things right. Thanks to this guy Yakuza is afraid of us. Yuta mate, I love you! Also, thanks to rest like Taeil, Johnny, Jaehyun, WinWin, Mark, Jungwoo, Doyoung, Haechan, Hendrey, Ten, Yangyang, Xiaojun, Jaemin, Jeno, Renjun, Jisung and Chenle! Ofcourse to others too. And now let’s just enjoy this night!

 Everyone claped for their boss. Soyeon too. But she was in schock. She was never imagined that Yuta takes care about Japan and made Yakuza scared. She heard about Yakuza since she was little kid and now she is married to guy who made them fear. She was kinda proud. Her husband works really hard.

 When everyone stoped clap Yuta stand up. Soyeon was curious why, but she just was waiting.

— I’m sorry that I take your time, but I want to say something. As you could see I bring her my wife.  — He smiled and touch her hand  — I want to invite everyone to our wedding in Japan. I’m send you info in next few days. Thanks for attention.

 Everyone clap again and were very happy for their “second” boss. Soyeon almost chocked. She didn’t know that they gonna do real wedding. 

 Yuta talks with Soyeon, but then with others members.

— So, Teail this is Soyeon my wife, Soyeon this is Taeil my friend.

 They shook their hands and smiled. She doesn’t want to take all Yuta’s attention so she leave him in conversation, but then next to her was Mark.

— Hello Soyeon! Congratulations for you and Yuta!  — His smile was wide

— Thank you Mark.

— How do you feel? Everything is ok?

— Fine.  — She smiled  — It’s different just, but everyone seems so nice.

 They talked about everything. She was happy that she found a friend in Mark, so she wouldn’t be that alone. Soyeon stood up and inform Yuta that she going to toilet, and Yuta only nodded.

 She walked in. She sat down and open her purse just to take pills for headache. She was about to get out, but she heard her name.

— You saw this Yuta’s wife?

— Yup, and I thought what the fuck is wrong with Yuta, he fucked half of girls in his friends clubs and now he is married, fucked up isn’t it?

— Exactly! He was fuck devil and now got married.

— Maybe he doesn’t love her. He fucked with Jungsoo month ago.

 Momentaly she felt a little stomach ache. She knew that he can do this, but she had a little hope that he didn’t.

— By the way, I thought god of sex would date some kind of goddes and here we are this.

— Damn, shut the fuck up.  —  She laugh  — You are jelous, right? She is fuckin pretty. Every girl here is jelous because of her look. 

— Damn it, yes, but we should act unbothered.

— Yes, she should know her place.

 Yuta told her many times that she should proved another women where is their places. She felt a bit of confidence so she left cabin and with smile walk trough the mirror. She corrected her lips and look into eyes of this girl. They look a little bit scared, that she hear everything.

— You don’t have to act unbothered, if you know that I’m pretty just leave this like this and let’s not behave like bitches.

 They nodded, say silent sorry and leave the toilet. When she was about to do the same, she saw a woman.

— It was kinda funny.

— Excuse me, but who are you? And yes, it was, thank you.

— Moon Jihyun, I’m Taeil’s wife. I know I look older, but fuck this that I’m three years older.

— Soyeon Nakamoto, Yuta’s wife.

— Don’t be bother because of them, this was Katherine Doyoung’s girlfriend and Minsoo, Ten girlfriend. They are just for some time I guess. Boys doesn’t like long term relatonships.

— Thank you for advice. I shouldn’t go out and said th —

— What? Nope! You did great! At your place I will do the same! You showed them their place and you did this with class, I like you.

— O thank you, that;s so nice! I like you too.

— C’mon, give me your phone number and maybe we can hang out together, are you in?

— Ofcourse, I am!

 She gave her phone number and together they came back to their seats. Jihyun did a little bit twist and change seats with Jungwoo, so now Taeil sits next to Yuta, and Jihyun sits next to Soyeon.

— I know. It’s always hard at the begginig. This full mafia family, but remember we all family right now. I will make sure to make more female nights, so we can know each other better and comfort. Belive me, not evey girl are bitches like this two.

— It’s nice from you, thank you! Thanks to you I feel more comfortable than before.

— No need to thank you. It was my pleasure to met you, Soyeon.

 Both of them were there till midnight. They decided to leave, because Yuta was tired and Soyeon have to go with him no matther what she likes it or not. They be in his card and he couldn’t stop smile.

— Somethings happend? You look so happy.

— No, I’m just glad that you feel comfortable and that you likes our noona Jihyun.

— I have question and I don’t know if I should ask you about this, because I did something wrong yesterday, but..

— Don’t be shy. Go ahead and ask me.

— Could we act like really marriage? I know that you likes another women and you had sex with them, it’s okay. But can you act like my husband? If yes I could finally look at you as my husband not as killer.

 At this words his jaw drop. Why she knows about women? After news that he gonna be hers husband he didin’t meet with any other girl. But it’s hurt him a little, that she think about him as some fuck boy, but also he was happy that she wanted to look at him as her husband.

— Ey, I haven’t met with any other woman since I met you.  — He smiled  — We can try, we should start act like marriage.

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 They were in their bedroom. Both in pajamas. Both smiling. Yuta even forget about what Soyeon did and was smiling. Soyeon was about to fall asleep, but Yuta catches her attention.

— Can I hug you?

— Ofcourse, you can.

 Both of them smiled, and Yuta put his arm around Soyeon and first time since very long time he falls asleep with smile on his lips. First time since very long time Soyeon feels again safe.

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Globe, December 28

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Farewell to 93 legends we loved and lost in 2020 

Page 2: Up Front & Personal -- Steve Martin holds a green pepper on the NYC set of Only Murders in the Building, Derek Hough is light on his feet at the MTV Movie & TV Awards 

Page 3: Julia Roberts looks scary skinny during a solo stroll in Hawaii, Chris Pratt hoists a hoverboard during an L.A. workout 

Page 4: Troubled twosome Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi are hoping to put their year from hell behind them by renewing their vows over the holidays in a desperate big to keep their love alive -- Ellen wants to prove her long-suffering wife comes first ahead of Ellen’s daytime talk show and her many celebrity friends and is going all out to show it -- penny-pincher Ellen opened her wallet as wide as her heart telling Portia she could spend whatever she wants on clothes, food, drinks, music and invite whoever she wants at the New Year’s vow ceremony on a Santa Barbara beach

Page 5: Obsessive Blake Shelton is so stressed over his upcoming wedding to Gwen Stefani he’s turning into the Groomzilla from hell -- he is sparing no expense and shelling out millions to redo his Oklahoma ranch to impress the couple’s Tinseltown friends but the mountain of stuff still to be done is driving him around the bend even though no one’s putting pressure on him but he’s obsessed with the wedding details and driving his staff crazy with his constant orders and revisions -- he’s building a chapel on the ranch and a lighted boat for a romantic wedding cruise on the lake and picking the style of the canopy for the banquet floor and re-landscaping the grounds and adding a color-themed garden

* Kenya Moore of Real Housewives of Atlanta reveals she went on a date with Kanye West but bolted when she caught him watching inappropriate flicks -- she described the outing with Kanye as a disaster date and they ended up going to his house where he left her alone, wandering around and when she followed the noises he was watching something on TV that he probably shouldn’t have been and that was her exit 

Page 6: Matthew Perry was such a slave to his addiction his former galpal Kayti Edwards says he’d send her to score drugs while she was pregnant and Matthew insisted she was the perfect drug mule because he believed cops wouldn’t stop a gal in her condition Kayti claims in a shocking tell-all about her 2011 romance with Matthew -- she says his ravenous cravings for cocaine and heroin were so out of control that he once superglued his hands to his legs and he took up to 80 Vicodin pills daily -- Kayti claims she was trying to protect Matthew because she feared he’d end up wandering around the streets and being nabbed by cops or snapped by photogs but she was also getting paid big bucks like $3000 to $4000 a day 

Page 7: Duchess Camilla’s taste for an early morning tipple has rubbed off on husband Prince Charles who is now so hooked on the sauce he starts the day guzzling a powerful gin martini with breakfast and now Charles’ alarmed staffers and pals are talking about an intervention to remind him not to go down the path that put his second wife in rehab -- Charles’ booze consumption has been off the charts for years but drinking first thing in the morning with his breakfast is a new low -- Charles laughs off suggestions he has a booze issue but one look at his bloodshot face tells the story 

* Now that a COVID-19 vaccine’s been approved in Britain Queen Elizabeth says she’s going to get the shot but wait her turn instead of pulling royal rank but she and husband Prince Philip won’t wait long because at their ages they’re in the second group to get the vaccine which is health care workers and people over 80 

Page 8: Helena Bonham Carter has a world-shakin’ suggestion for gals frustrated by the COVID-19 lockdown: get a vibrator -- she says women shouldn’t worry about snaring a beau during the pandemic but that’s easy for her to say because she’s currently cuddling with toyboy writer Rye Dag Holmboe 

* George Clooney confesses wife Amal Clooney had him shaking in his boots when he popped the question and she didn’t answer -- he asked her out of the blue but instead of squealing yes immediately the brainy lawyer just stood there -- George says he was on his knee for like 20 minutes and finally said he was going to throw his hip out -- Amal finally agreed and the couple have three-year-old twins 

* The nip/tuck freak daughter of Olivia Newton-John is being blasted as a hypocrite for coming out against the new COVID-19 vaccines -- Chloe Lattanzi claims she doesn’t trust doctors or the vaccine but critics note she had no problem shelling out an estimated $550,000 to plastic surgeons for nose jobs, super-sized boobs and ballooned lips 

Page 9: Since his life-threatening health scare game show icon Pat Sajak’s been testy and snapping at contestants and crew members leaving insiders fearing he’s heading for a breakdown -- the once-cheery Wheel of Fortune host is a different man since recovering from emergency surgery for a blocked intestine and is having difficulty coping with the workload -- he just can’t keep up with the pace and he’s pushed to the very limit and can’t seem to function doing this job and it’s all spilling over and manifesting into these ugly outbursts which are shocking viewers -- he even glares at long-time help-mate Vanna White when he gets frustrated or forgetful and she is really too nice to complain about it but she’s definitely been taken aback by his behavior 

Page 10: Proof UFOs are real -- new photos taken by Navy jets reveal we are not alone 

Page 12: Celebrity Buzz -- WWE legend Ric Flair (picture), Real Housewives of Orange County’s Braunwyn Windham-Burke maintains she’s not attracted to men despite renewing her wedding vows with her husband of over two decades -- she says she is gay but she loves husband Sean Burke and they plan on staying married although they don’t sleep in the same bedroom and they are raising their kids together but he knows the girl she’s dating and he’s been given the thumbs-up to date too, Liam Payne believes he’s being haunted by spooks -- convinced spooky spirits were inhabiting his West London digs Liam moved but spooks popped up at the new pad and he thinks the new house is even more haunted than the old one, George Clooney handpicked an even better looking doppelganger to play his younger self in his new flick The Midnight Sky who is screen legend Gregory Peck’s grandson Ethan Peck -- George said it was tricky because people know what he looked like when he was 35 years old but he rejected the high-tech gizmos used to weirdly reverse Robert De Niro’s age in The Irishman but he did mix his voice with Ethan’s since his voice is pretty recognizable, Matthew McConaughey’s kids Levi and Vida used their phones to photograph him for his latest magazine covers because of quarantine they couldn’t do normal photoshoots so the kids became the photographers 

Page 13: Tom Arnold dines out in Rome (picture), Aubrey O’Day (picture), Brooke Burke in Mexico (picture), pregnant Meghan Trainor was diagnosed with gestational diabetes and she’s healthy and her baby boy is healthy but she has to really pay attention to everything she eats 

Page 14: Luke Evans denies hiding in the closet to advance his Hollywood career saying it was the last thing he had because everything else he’d given to the world and adding that he left home at 16 because he was gay and went into the world as a kid because he had to, Mindy Kaling managed to keep two pregnancies under cover and kept the kids’ middle names under wraps until now -- a fan wondered why Mindy who is of a Indian heritage gave her kids Caucasian names but their names are Katherine Swati and Spencer Avu 

* Fashion Verdict -- Blanca Suarez 3/10, Olivia Palermo 1/10, Nicky Hilton 9/10, Bella Heathcote 2/10, Catt Sadler 8/10 

Page 16: True Crime 

Page 17: Martha Stewart confesses her painful divorce in 1990 was a terrible thing and she hasn’t talked to ex-husband Andrew Stewart since but she bounced back from the pain and her infamous prison stint because she’s very strong and motivated to get on with life -- still Martha admits being dumped by her husband for another woman after 29 years of marriage nearly did her in -- Martha also reveals serving five months in West Virginia in 2004 on a federal insider stock trading rap was a struggle but she got through it by working on her arts and crafts 

Page 19: 10 Things You Don’t Know About Don Lemon 

* Dolly Parton pulled no punches when discussing her longtime romance with Carl Dean dishing she and her husband have been together for 57 years and married for 54 and she’s sick of him and she’s sure he’s sick of her -- the couple have rarely been seen in public together and she says their marriage succeeds because she stays gone and they’re not in each other’s faces all the time 

* Miley Cyrus says she’s mastered the art of staying safe during lockdown love and it’s by having online sex -- she said the safest sex in these COVID-crazy times is the virtual kind and that’s where Miley has been hooking up

Page 21: Cover Story -- Thanks for the Memories -- tribute to the stars we loved and lost in 2020 

Page 22: Alex Trebek 

Page 23: Kobe Bryant and daughter Gianna, Kelly Preston 

Page 24: Kirk Douglas, Sean Connery 

Page 25: Olivia de Havilland, Chadwick Boseman 

Page 26: Robert Conrad, Naya Rivera 

Page 27: Regis Philbin 

Page 28: Kenny Rogers, Roy Horn 

Page 29: Eddie Van Halen, Little Richard 

Page 36: Health Report -- eating bread can toast your brain 

Page 38: Ghostbusters icon Dan Aykroyd has turned into a ghoulish recluse who rarely leaves his $25 million Martha’s Vineyard estate where he’s now eerily planning his own funeral -- the bizarre 68-year-old appears perfectly healthy yet he spooks around in his bed clothes muttering about who he wants to officiate at his memorial service and the goodies the chef should serve at the wake -- the curious thing is he appears to be in no danger of dropping dead anytime soon and he’s sturdy as a horse which is surprising given the cigars and the vodka and the big meals he enjoys -- Dan’s wife of 37 years Donna Dixon has gotten used to her husband’s ghoulish monologues

* Bob Dylan sold his extensive back catalog of more than 600 songs including Blowin’ in the Wind and Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door to Universal Music in a blockbuster deal topping $300 million 

Page 40: Patrick Stewart confesses he’s been furious all his life and he’s still seeing a shrink to control his rage -- he reveals he’s burned with rage inside since childhood when he witnessed his dad’s violence against his mom and he had to suppress all that anger -- at age 14 he feared he’d explode and kill his headmaster when he caned him and later he worried he’d hurt his two children with first wife Sheila Falconer in a fit of fury and now at age 80 it’s still there so he sees a therapist every week 

Page 44: Straight Talk -- The Weeknd has his nose out of joint because he wasn’t nominated for any Grammys this year and he claims he’s being snubbed because he’ll be starring on the February 7 Super Bowl halftime show a week after the Grammys 

Page 45: Jeffrey Epstein’s accused madam Ghislaine Maxwell is a paranoid mess losing her hair and wasting away in federal prison where she’s terrified shadowy forces have marked her for death -- the shrinking British socialite who denies recruiting and grooming underage girls for Epstein’s twisted lust is charged with sex trafficking minors as she rots in Brooklyn’s Metropolitan Detention Center awaiting trial next year 

Page 47: Bizarre But True 

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