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#and I seriously don’t understand why Australia is there
smellss · 6 months
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say my name and everything just stops.
sam kerr x reader
summary: someone particularly famous shows up at the game but who could she be watching?
a/n: greatly inspired by the love story we are witnessing at the current times, if you don’t know what i’m talking about what are you doing with life!
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Our secret moments in a crowed room
Good evening Australia and viewers today we will be taking on the mighty Matilda’s take on their rivals France in the pre lim finals for the Women’s World Cup. Now this has been an exciting week leading up to this game as speculation of a bit of drama off the field has been building hasn’t it Travis.
Certainly right Peter, never had I heard so much pre noise before a match not discussing the game! Even I’m excited to see whether she’ll show up and I know thousands hell even millions are streaming in tonight just to see if we can get a glimpse of her.
Now if you aren’t sure what we are referring to then which seriously Travis you would have to be living under a rock to not know but, there have been some hugeee speculation in the media this week on Matilda’s captain Sam Kerrs love life.
Certainly right Peter and now we are all gathered here tonight to see whether this speculation could be true.
Obviously to watch the game as well right Trav.
PREVIOUSLY DURING THE WEEK
“Sam I just want you to understand what this means if we do this” Y/n paced around the shared hotel room.
She knew how many of her relationships had fallen from the outcome of this discussion, the yes or no answer which had ultimately determined the make or break.
“Baby I know what it means, I know who you are and I love you for it. I’m not afraid of a little media coverage” Sam smirked trying to hug the girl from behind, she could feel the stress oozing from her.
Y/n sighed the pain in head blinding her, the thoughts she knew she would come back flooding into her head.
this is the end of you relationship she’s not going to love you after this you’re getting left again
“I don’t want to loose you Sammy” the girl whimpered out so quietly and meakly.
Sam’s eyes immediately soften she now faced her beautiful girlfriend towards her squeezing her with all the love she had.
“I’m not going anywhere sweetheart, why don’t we wait until the next game for you to come hmm? We both know me and the girls are going to make it through” She exclaimed proudly sticking out her chest, Y/n’s thoughts subsided and she chuckled at her girlfriend.
Y/n grabbed her face, and left a long sweet kiss against her lips. Although she didn’t say it Sam felt her silent thank you, but what she didn’t know what Y/n was a wonderful actress.
PRESENT
“You getting nervous yet Sammy” Kat nudged her with her shoulder whilst they were in their circle stretching.
“I don’t believe in nerves you shoukd know that by now” Sam smirked sticking her tongue out, getting a laugh out of a couple of the girls.
“No she just pulls world famous singers, seriously dude I need help from you next time we are out” Mary sighed walking over to Alannah to do leg swings.
“What ?!? I heard you were dating Nathan Cleary this week Mar?” Macca shouted walking out from the toilets, causing Mary to turn bright red.
She muttered something about at least she was getting some, but by that point it was time for the girls to walk out.
Sam sent Y/n one last text before heading out.
sassysoccerpants: you’ll see me in a second baby wish me luck 🍀
sexysingersaucy: i’m keeping my eye on you honey! 🩷
Sam walked out and sat on the bench as the girls ran onto the field, she was practically bouncing from how excited she was to get onto the field after her injury. .
Suddenly a sound erupted around the arena one she had never heard before, it was like every person at once was screaming it was deafening. The game hadn’t even started all the coaches looked bewildered as to what was happening.
Sam stood up she walked with Hailey over to the side of the field so she could see into the crowd it looked as if they were all looking up to the premium boxes.
“Maybe the PM is here?” Haley said trying to peer up to what was going.
“No usually they announce it?” Sam stated equally as confused as Hailey.
Just then the cameras on the screen panned to the box and there she stood.
Sam threw her head back and laughed she placed her hand on her heart never feeling so giddy and proud. She mouthed her disbelief, “There she is”
All the girls on the field had a ear splitting smile and started nudging each other and clapping up towards the box.
The announcers came over the stadium,
“Let’s give a big australian welcome to ms Y/n L/n” the crowd erupted once more.
Sam was now on the big screen showing a big kiss and wave to her girlfriend.
Y/n smiled down from the box holding baby Harper on her hip.
“No more secrets now Harps” she chuckled but she knew Sam would stay.
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futbol16 · 1 year
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All For You  • England Lionesses
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Requests: Possible pt 2 to Who’s Loss?? That fic brought me to your page and I absolutely loved it. 
Could we possibly get a pt 2 to see how they get reader to turn her emotions back on and possible apology from everyone who was mean to reader in the first half??
Is there coming a second part to 'Who's loss?', and then the aftermath from the readers brothers death, funeral, etc? And if reader will forgive the team?I thought it was an amazing story
Part 1 Who’s Loss
Word count: 3,9k
Two of the three days the team has after the semi-finals and before the final, are two incredibly long and depressing days for you.
That night after the match you took off towards the hospital, still clad in your England kit and leaving your teammates staring after you as you dashed out of the changing room. Your parents stood above your brother crying into each other’s shoulder when you entered the hospital room, fresh tears acting as a waterfall as they flowed down your cheeks. The shattering wails that bounced off the walls of the corridor had every nurse stopping in their tracks, their own hearts breaking at the sounds. 
Though the pain in your eyes doesn’t vanish, any emotion you had is drained from you once you tire yourself out. You remain emotionless as your family is talked through the cremation process, you know it’s what your brother would have wanted. He has tried to talk to you all about it before but you immediately shut him up in denial of the possibility of losing him. 
You wanted to do what he thought was right for him and you’re thankful to the morticians, as weird as that sounds, when they promise to cremate him as soon as possible.
When you get back to the part of the hotel where the England team is staying in it’s already three in the morning. The ear piercing scream you almost let out when you came face to face with Sarina in the dark hallway of the second floor, would have surely woken up half of Australia. With a hand on your chest you try to get your breathing back to regular as the coach patiently waits, concern written all across her face as she rests a hand on your back.
“Hey coach” you breathe out, scratching your eyebrow. You know you don’t have to explain where you were, why you were late for curfew because she had been the one to get you a driver for the hospital. However, you are much more curious as to why she was up at this hour.
“Are you alright darling?” she speaks with a warmth in her words, one that makes you feel safe and cared for as you nod. 
You know you’re lying, hell, she knows that you’re obviously not telling the truth but there’s an unspoken mutual agreement that she wouldn’t ask too much about it. 
“Look Y/N, I understand if you’d like a few days off to grieve and if it’s what you would need- I think it might be healthier for you to miss the final” 
Once again your breath gets caught in your throat as you press your lips together. You appreciated her want to help and caring so much for her players, recognizing them as humans rather than just employees. And you’re seriously considering locking yourself in your room for the next two weeks and letting yourself get consumed by the agonizing pain of your brother’s passing.
 But you’ve worked too hard to get to this point, those are the words of your brother, something he’d always say when you felt like giving up and you lived by those words. Why quit now when you’ve worked for this your entire life? 
Playing in the world cup and winning it had been a dream of yours that your brother shared, his passion bigger for your sports career than his own career and you weren’t going to bail on him now, not when you already missed his last moments.
“Thank you coach but I’ll be okay to play, I want to play in the final” you tell her in determination and she watches you for a moment, waiting for a sign of hesitation as she herself also contemplates whether that would be a good idea. 
“Okay then, I believe in you” she rubs your shoulder as you thank her, lips pulled into a straight line as her expression turns into one of sympathy. “I’m really sorry about your brother, I know how much he meant to you” 
You nod again and Sarina is rather taken aback by the stoic look you’re wearing, almost as if you’ve totally forgotten about the emotional rollercoaster of a day you’ve had and the loss of your big brother. She doesn’t pry though as she lets you go with a final ‘get some rest, you can miss first practice tomorrow’.
 You collapse onto your bed in exhaustion, not bothering to move the blanket from under you or changing out of the hoodie and England shorts you’ve still got on. You didn’t care. 
The next day the first time the girls see you is at lunch but you refuse to look any of them in the eye, their words from last evening running through your mind. Your feet carry you to a free spot at one of the tables and you sit down quietly, jaw clenching when you hear someone clearing their throat next to you. 
You had no intention to speak to anyone, much less the people who showed their lack of belief in you. 
“Y/N, listen-” Leah starts only to stop when you clear your own throat and aggressively start cutting the piece of meat on your plate. 
“I’m really sor-” you stab the food with your fork and Lucy and Millie exchange looks over the table.
“About yesterday, I shouldn’t have- I mean we shouldn’t have treated you like that” she finally gets it out and she waits for a response from you.
Only you don’t give one as you raise the fork to your mouth and chew on the plain meat in silence. She sighs softly from next to you and she meets Keira’s worried looks. 
The way you stared into the abyss and slowly chewed on the little food you’ve gotten for yourself was beyond agitating and caused distress for many of your teammates.
“Please eat more than just that” Keira pleads carefully with you and you stop in your chewing for a second. Just as they think you’ll give some kind of reaction, maybe a verbal response, you go back to chewing in silence and their heads drop in defeat.
“Y/N, please” sounds Millie’s voice and you almost meet her eyes but a hand on your back makes you turn to Leah who instantly retracts her hand as you send her a glare. Without another thought you stand up from the table and take your tray over to the wrack and leave the area. 
The blonde stares at the door that closes behind you, her expression laced with sorrow. The girls at the table exhale in unison as they rub at their foreheads, Lucy muttering a ‘fuck’.
“This is all my fault” Leah mumbles helplessly as her eyes well up but Georgia shakes her head.
“No, I’ve said such bad things to her yesterday too. God I was so mean” the young girl admits guiltily.
“Me too”-s are heard throughout the cafeteria and Leah blinks up at the ceiling.
“What do we do?” Lotte’s question is directed at the blonde, Leah knew you best. Perhaps it was why her words hurt more than the others’ even when you knew she just wanted to win. Leah shakes her head though and closes her eyes for a moment.
“I have no idea.” 
Your afternoon gym session with the team is completed in silence on your part as the cold expression remains plastered on your face. You ignore your friends who all try to talk to you, to apologize to you but you pay them no attention as you simply walk past them and continue your workout. 
Mary and Ellie plan to corner you after training but the two goalkeepers find themselves staring at open space near the equipment you were using just a moment ago. 
No one is able to reach you and they’ve got no idea where you’ve disappeared to. 
“Where’s Y/N?” Rachel all but demands as she and the team burst into Sarina’s meeting with the assistant coaches and technical team. Her annoyed expression morphs into understanding as she lowers her hand from the board she’s been pointing at.
“She left girls, she’ll be back before dinner” she informs them calmly and looks at them expectantly, waiting for them to leave. She knows better than to assume her team would be fine with that little information.
“Where? Why?” 
“She has places to be and I suggest you all let her grieve and leave her be. I am rather disappointed in the lack of support you’ve shown to a teammate, a friend of yours regardless of your lack of knowledge about why she was performing poorly in those first 47 minutes.” she sighs in thought and the girls lower their heads. 
“She is okay, as okay as someone can be after what her family and brother have been through. I also want you girls to resolve the rift this has caused in the team dynamics, we can not be going into a world cup final with a team that’s falling apart.” she finishes sternly but the team knows she’s right if they want to win and make things right with you.
It’s late into the evening when you get back to the hotel. You’ve spent your whole afternoon with your family and saying goodbye to your brother. You scattered his ashes in the ocean with a promise whispered into the air as you watched the waves carry him farther from you and closer to his paradise where he would be happy and free of cancer.
Cancer, what a bitch.
After the team’s talk with Sarina the girls got a pretty good idea of what you have been doing after training and this time they don’t bother you, they understand that you don’t want to speak with them. 
If you would have been paying attention at dinner or would have looked up, you would’ve been met with the brooding looks of your friends. But you don’t look up, you shut them out, you don’t hear them and to be honest, you look like a robot as you impassively sit in your seat. 
The next day passes by in a blur as you focus most of your attention on practice and perfecting the on-pitch team chemistry and running through set pieces. In those hours on the football fields, in the gym and team meetings you allow yourself to forget all about your brother’s death. You force yourself to turn that side off, the side of you that wants to break down at just the thought of family and wants to run into your best friend’s arms where you know you’ll feel safe and comforted.
 But you can’t do that either, not when you still felt so betrayed. 
That day the girls try everything to show their care for you in different ways. Whether it’s Alessia and Tooney getting a small smile out of you with their jokes, a smile which you try to hide and act like you haven’t been listening to their conversation. Or it’s Lucy and Beth looking out for you at every corner, an arm passed around your shoulder -when you actually let them- as they babble on about whatever. 
But in those moments you feel like you’re back to your old self, the Y/N before that game against Germany, the Y/N before her favorite person left her all alone. 
You start being more open to the girls again, masking it as being annoyed by their constant nagging about eating more and the countless apologies you’ve heard in the span of just 72 hours. But it’s working and the team is feeling victorious when you actually make eye contact with Keira during breakfast on matchday -1.
Friday is more relaxed despite the pressure of the final that would happen the next day and you’ve got less practice than before, Sarina wanting everyone to be in top shape for tomorrow. 
You’ve got a team bonding during dinner which gradually ends with everyone making a speech. Sarina starts by thanking the team for their efforts and expressing her excitement and determination to win the world cup. The coach is followed by Leah then Lucy, Millie and Mary.
“..and really I’d just like to tell you all how much this team and this country means to me, we’re winning tomorrow!” Mary finishes with a shout and the room erupts in cheers and claps, clearly everyone was hyped about the final. 
You slowly wander over to the ‘stage’ the team has set up, thinking about just what you were going to say. 
“Erm-” you clear your throat nervously, scratching at your neck as you meet Sarina’s eyes who nods encouragingly. “I want to start by saying this has always been a dream for me, not just playing in such a big tournament, but getting to represent England.”
 Leah’s lips quirk up as she remembers the joy you both felt when you were called up at the age of 17. The blonde was studying next to you at your dining table when you got the call and she was the first one to congratulate you, her happy screeching followed by your brother’s as they both pulled you into a bone crushing hug, jumping up and down.
“It is an honor to be here, truly, and to play with such amazing players, some who were my role models growing up.” your eyes linger on Lucy and Jill, who had come to visit the team before their game. “I’d like to thank you girls for all the support, care and love I’ve received throughout the years and the unconditional belief you have in me” you breathe in deeply.
 Despite the words that were harshly screamed in your face during the game against Germany and the betrayal you felt, your team was a second family to you and the ill-feeling you felt towards them the last two days wouldn’t change that.
“I have no doubt in my mind that we’re going to come out victorious tomorrow, we’ve come far and we’re here for a reason” you look over the team with a determined look, the passionate, football obsessed player side of you showing.
“We’ve come farther than last time and we’re here for that trophy. Remember, the English are never done and au revoir to the French tomorrow!” You pump your fist into the air as the girls cheer loudly, your words boosting their confidence in winning the world cup. 
You walk back to your seat, this time doing so with a smile on your face as you watch the reactions of your teammates and friends, the looks in their eyes expressing the love they have for you. 
After the hour long dinner which had turned into three hours, you exit the dining area with a content look on your face as you make your way back towards your room. A hand grasps your arm and you’re pulled back with a yelp. 
You whip around to come face to face with Leah who’s eyes widen and she raises her hands in innocence. You drop your arms when you realize there’s no actual threat and you look at your best friend expectantly, waiting for her to reveal why she’s just manhandled you. The anxious look in Leah’s eyes lets you know what she’s here for and your own eyes soften.
“Y/N/N, I’m really really sorry about what I’ve said during the game against Germany-”
“It’s okay Leah, you’re captain and I wasn’t playing well in a very important match.” you assure her with a pat to her shoulder and she looks at the action in confusion. You never only patted her but now she felt so far from you despite being physically close. You’re not upset with her anymore, but a part of you still felt a sense of resentment.
“No, it’s not okay and I should not have reacted that way, especially as captain” she drops her shoulders and you stare at her as she gathers her thoughts.
“I shouldn’t have treated you like that and I’m so very sorry. If there’s any way I can make it up to you? I just really want my Y/N back.” she confesses tearfully and you can feel your own eyes welling up. 
The beat of silence that follows her question makes Leah rethink everything she’s just said, wondering if the two of you were ever going to be friends again.
“You can make it up to me by winning tomorrow” a wide grin spreads across both your faces as Leah laughs lightly, wiping at her eyes in relief. “But seriously, I forgive you Lee” you bring her into a hug and you melt into the safety of her warmth. Leah closes her eyes as she embraces the moment before she feels her mouth going dry again.
“I’m so sorry about your brother” she mumbles out, her voice laced with empathy and you nod into her shoulder as you blink back the tears that gather in your eyes. 
“I know, me too” her hand moves up and down as she rubs your back wanting to provide as much comfort as she could. 
“He’s very proud of you though, I know that much” she tells you sincerely and you hold on tighter. A moment later you release each other from the death grip you’ve had on her and Leah’s eyes sparkle in thought.
“How about being co-captains?” your eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the suggestion.
“W-what?”
“I’m serious” Leah shrugs “You deserve captaincy” 
“Thank you” you choke out but Leah shakes her head at that.
“You’ve only got yourself to thank Y/N/N, you’re an amazing player and I’m happy I get to play alongside you.” 
Your heart is beating out of your chest as England and France take the field and the anthems are sung passionately by the teams and the people in the stadium. You chew on your gum nervously as kick off happens at exactly 12:00.
Your belief in the girls is strong and their belief in you is even stronger and with all of your focus only on the game and the promise you made to your big brother, England start off strong. 
32 minutes into the game when you receive the ball from Nikita you don’t rush as you scan the area. With your long possession of the ball three French players move in on you and with the freed up space you make the pass to Chloe who toes the ball over the goal line. The cheering of the fans deafens you for a second as the two of you run towards each other in celebration, soon joined by the rest of the team. 
England’s lead lasts far longer than the French would like but they manage to equalize in the 55th minute. Despite the conceded goal team spirits are still high and determined looks are exchanged amongst your team. 
The fight for the ball is close to deadly, harsh shoves from both sides, trash talking players and tackles. England have had many close chances on goal but Pauline pushes the ball away before any of the shots could get closer to the goal post. Frustration is evident on everyone’s faces but as you look up into the stands and spot someone, you know you’ve got to give it your all. 
With frustration comes aggression and when Georgia is fouled in the 78th minute, England knows this is their chance to take the lead again. The young brunette breathes in deeply as she analyzes the goalkeeper’s movements. When the whistle is blown she knows exactly where she wants her shot to go and she strikes it perfectly. 
The fans watch in awe as it passes under the goalkeeper who dived, the ball staying centered. It’s an amazing goal to help your team and Georgia knows as she pounces on the team.
In minute 93, due to added injury time, Leah and Alex are caging in Delphine Cascarin. The player moves towards the penalty area and as she loses control of the ball Leah is quick to nudge it out of the French player’s reach. Lucy rolls it over to her other foot as the opposition advances and she sends it through Renard’s legs and over to you. With both teams piled on your side of the pitch you make a quick move and cut through the rest of the players.
 You know this is your moment, you know it’s your chance to live up to your promise and you know you’ve got to get this, for him. 
No French player can match your speed as you dive down the length of the field, controlling the ball as you sprint with the flow of the light breeze that passes through the stadium.
You can feel his presence, encouraging you to take on the goalkeeper as you reach the penalty box. The goalkeeper has stepped off her line wanting to stop you from getting closer and you move right, herself following.
 There’s a split second where you both think she’s gotten the ball from you but then you fake left and she trips in her haste of scrambling towards where she thought she’d be met with the ball. Without much effort you send the ball into the top right corner of the goal, close enough to the area that there was no way you could’ve missed. 
Your celebration means many things as you hold up three fingers on your left hand and one on your right. It’s showing the scoresheet, 3-1 to England, it’s also the copy of your jersey number, a rather interesting number 31. But most importantly, it had been your brother’s favorite number, a unique lucky number. It was in honor of him that you had it as your jersey number too.
 Your gaze remains on the sky as your teammates pile on top of you, screaming and shaking each other in ecstasy and you let the tears slip from your eyes.
“That was for you big bro, all for you” your whisper is inaudible, you can’t even hear yourself over the crowd in the stadium and your own teammates as you smile at the sky. 
Relief washes over you as you turn to your teammates and jump on them, holding onto Leah’s shoulders later when you’re given the trophy. England win the World Cup for the first time since 1966, all the doings of you and your team. 
That’s right, they were your team, they were your teammates, your family. They were your everything and you know your brother is smiling down at you proudly as the girls pass the trophy around.
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altheasmeadow · 11 months
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Meeting The Exes
Word count: 1.1 K
Summary: In which maybe having her boyfriends as emergency contacts was a bad idea. especially when she forgets to change them after the breakup.
warnings: Mentions of passing out, hospitals, Abandonment, exes ofc.
Pairing: Sunghoon x reader
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“Stop the beeping!” She groaned as she grabbed her pillow to try and cover her face.
“Seriously? You almost die and you’re worried at the beeping?” Ni-Ki asked from next to her, with his brows furrowed. 
“Just be happy it’s still beeping dummy.” Jungwon grinned, nudging her leg with his knuckles. 
“Why am I in the hospital?” She asked, trying to remember what happened. 
“You passed out.”The nurse piped up from looking at the monitor in the corner, the girl in the bed simply sending a sheepish expression towards her friends. “We called your emergency contacts, your boyfriend is here.” The nurse informed, making her head snap up in a panic. 
“Hey honey!” Jake chimed as he popped up into the room with a wide grin, the nurse dismissing herself while the other two in the room looked like they were gonna combust in laughter.
“Jake, you came all the way from Australia?”
“Oh no I was in town for some filming, guess it was the right place, right time.”
“Oh gosh I’m so sorry I never changed my emergency contacts.”
“Why was he your emergency contact anyway?” Jungwon wondered, still trying to stifle his laughter as his older friend was grinning awkwardly at the girl in the bed.
“I use boyfriends to avoid lectures from my parents, I don't want to wake up in a prison with them telling me what a mistake I am.”
“I’m just glad I could be here.” Jake shrugged, grabbing her hand gently, until the door burst open and a frantic Jay came rushing in.
“I came as soon as I heard, are you okay?” Jay asked, grabbing her face to examine her for injuries as the nurse peaked into the door looking confused. 
“Uh you guys should know I’m seeing someone.” She said, looking at Jay weirdly, not understanding his affection. But at the statement the two men shared a look before cheering.
“Oh we are too, but that doesn’t mean we don’t care about you. You’re still oour girl, just platonically now.” The two exes grinned, swooping in to place teasing pecks on her cheeks. Another man walked in with a bunch of flowers in his hand and a wide grin.
“Hey darling.” The man cooed, reaching to hug her as the two exes looked at her curiously.
“No not him, he’s another ex.” She sighed, grabbing the flowers gently as Heeseung laughed a bit at the comment.
“This is funny, so who was first?” Heeseung asked, looking at the two behind him.
“Uh Jay was first then me and then you.” Jake explained with an amused face.
“Uh you should know I’m seeing someone, I didn’t want to tell you, in case you know, you were dying, but seeing as you look fine. You should probably remove me as your emergency contact.” Heeseung smiled guiltily as she rolled her eyes in response with a fond smile.
“Don’t worry, that’s the first thing on my to- do list.” 
“So who’s the lucky guy?” Jay asked with a grin, making the girl tense.
“Well it’s a bit complicated.”
“How so?” 
“Uh Ms. This man also says he’s your boyfriend.” The nurse sighed, leading in Sunghoon, walking away with a quiet, “what am I doing wrong in life.”
“Hey are you okay? I was so worried when you left.” He cooed, placing his hand on her head before turning and looking at the three behind him, “Uh who are they?”
“I’m the guy before you, and he’s the guy before me and he’s the guy before him.” Heeseung grinned amused.
“Uh anyway,” He said with narrowed eyes before turning to face his girl, “We have to talk about this.”
“What’s there to talk about? You don’t agree with my life choices.”
“That’s not what I said and you know it!”
“You said I shouldn’t continue figure skating because it’ll cause me health issues.”
“And it did!” he yelled, shocking everyone in the room at his outburst, “Why do you think you’re here? You passed out from exhaustion and from your diet, you think I haven’t noticed that you haven’t been eating? I have. You think I don’t notice you practicing so long? I do. I love you, okay? You could succeed in figure skating under proper management, but your manager is praying for your downfall, okay?She has you practicing ridiculous hours, on unhealthy rations. And It’s not okay.”
The girl simply looked down shyly at the outburst while Sunghoon’s chest heaved from the yelling he had done.
“Uh Hey how long have you been together?” Jake wondered, making Sunghoon look at him oddly.
“8 months.”
“Ah it’s that phase.” Jay said with a nod now understanding what’s happening.
“What phase?” Sunghoon wondered, looking around confused while everyone else looked sympathetically at him.
“It’s the time in the relationship where she pushes you away because her feelings are getting more intense and it scares her.” Heeseung explained, pointing his finger casually at the man, “We’ve all been through it.”
“What?’
“She has abandonment issues, her birth parents weren’t the best. So when she feels intense emotions her first instinct is to run so it doesn’t get taken from her.” A voice spoke up from the door, everyone turning to see Sunoo, who was leaning on the door casually.
“Okay who’s he?” Sunghoon asked, exasperated now.
“His family took me in, he’s my brother.” She spoke meakly, making Sunghoon snap his attention to her with soft eyes.
“Tell him how you feel, you’ll feel better.” Jake cooed, trying to coax her into addressing the feelings she felt for the tall boy man.
“Sunoo is right,” She sighed earning a scoff from her brother figure as if to say he’s always right, “ I was trying to push you away, you were too good to be true and the first out I saw I took, I didn’t want to fall and then you get taken away.” 
“I’m not going anyway Babe, ever. Trust me I’ve seen you ugly sob in the shower with snot dripping down your nose, you couldn’t drive me away with the hardest forces you have.”
“Actually the hardest force she has is Ni-Ki and believe me if he wanted to he’d send you away.” Jungwon spoke up with a grin as he pointed to the younger boy who smiled menacingly at the four men who all shivered at the sight.
“Say it.” Sunoo changed the subject, ignoring his sister figure’s pouting.
“I love you Park Sunghoon.”
“I love you too, and I’m sorry I don’t express it as well as I cou-” He was silenced as his lover pulled him down by his collar and pressing their lips together ignoring the “Ews” resonating around the room.
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harlowsbby · 2 years
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Heated part 2
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“You told them you don’t know who she is?! Are you insane Jack what in the actual hell is wrong with you.” Neelam barked at Jack the minute he told her as to why you couldn’t get into the club.
He felt bad he felt like an asshole he knew what he did wasn’t the smartest move and he knew you’d hate him forever because of it but he felt like you’d understand why he did what he did.
“What was I suppose to do Neelam? She wore leggings and a crop top to the club obviously they weren’t going to let her inside.”
“That’s not the point Jack at all she’s your girlfriend your fucking girlfriend and she’s in a whole different country she’s never been in hell that none of us been in. Do you understand how dangerous that is or do you just simply not care about that either.”
Jack sighed and closed his eyes, the face you made when he said he never even met you now haunted him you looked so hurt and betrayed he was suppose to comfort you and love on you and protect you but he did the total opposite of that.
“What am I suppose to do Neelam? I have to perform in like five minutes I can’t just leave.” Neelam shook her head at Jack and leaned back in her seat shrugging her shoulders at him.
“If you really loved her like you say you do you’d be running after her right now, no amount of money should be worth the loss of Y/N you’ll never ever find a girl like her again.”
Neelam was right Jack couldn’t lose you because you kept him grounded you were the only thing he looked forward into seeing after long months of tour and losing you is something he wouldn’t do.
“You’re right can you please just tell the owner I’m really really sorry.” Neelam smiled and nodded and watched Jack leave the club, she could only hope you’d forgive him.
“Please pick up please baby girl.” Jack’s been walking all over Australia trying to find you, the driver offered to drive him around but Jack denied he knew just driving around a bunch of buildings wasn’t going to be the same as being on foot and being able to actually look for you.
He’s called you about ten or maybe even twenty times in the pass thirty minutes and you still haven’t answered his calls he was starting to worry and get more concerned by the minute.
After a few more minutes of searching it started pouring down with rain he decided to head back towards the hotel and was hoping and praying that’s where you were because he couldn’t come to turns if something seriously happened to you.
Once inside the hotel room it was pitch black he bit his lip before turning on the closes light that was next to him and he sighed in relief when he saw your sleeping form under the silk blanket and sheets.
Taking off his shoes quietly he made his way towards you care not to be wake you but when he got closer he noticed you were wide awake, eyes starting blankly at the wall across from you he noticed a few dried tear stains on your cheeks and how red/pink your lips were they always got that way whenever you cried you’d tend to bite your lips.
“Baby?” His lip quivered as he pulled back the blanket slightly revealing your face a bit more you turned around and looked at him blankly no emotion whatsoever ran through your face and it honestly scared Jack.
“Yes Jack?”
“Are you okay baby? I’m sorry for what I did at the club I really didn’t mean it I should’ve never told them I didn’t know you I just I fuck I just did-.”
“Didn’t wanna ruin your reputation. I understand Jack I completely understand that all the money and fame and how people view you is way more important then I’ll ever be.” You gave him a tight lip smile sending chills down his spine, hearing you say that made him honestly feel like a monster.
“Baby I’m sorry please.”
“Jack I’m tired of hearing your bullshit apologizes you left me alone all because I wore leggings and ancrop top to the club appearance that would only last twenty minutes at that. You told that man that you didn’t know who I was, you felt me alone on the streets of Australia and having to find my way back to the hotel.”
You were beyond upset you were hurt and embarrassed it was one thing about keeping your relationship a secret for so long but Jack acting like he didn’t know you crossed the line for you, if this was going to be the result of being in a secret relationship with him then this wasn’t what you wanted.
“I’m sorry baby I am I shouldn’t have done that to you or put you in that situation it was so wrong of me and I know things might not ever be the same and I’m sorry Y/N.”
You weren’t really sure what to do in this moment you loved Jack with your entire heart and soul but being kept a secret just didn’t slide with you anymore.
“I’m sorry Jack but I just can’t do this anymore.” Whimpering you hugged yourself as the tears started flowing again, this isn’t how you wanted this to be at all but after tonight you just simply couldn’t be with someone like this anymore.
“I understand, I’ll always love you Y/N.”
“I’ll always love you too Jack.”
( a few months later )
“Y/N come on the club opens at ten which means we have to be there in literally ten minutes let’s go.” Your friend Tati yelled from the end of your steps in your house, doing a twirl or two at yourself in the mirror you smiled in approval of your outfit before dashing downstairs.
“I’m done I’m done now you can stop complaining.” Tati rolled her eyes but followed you towards your car, the two of you got invited to this new club that was opening up in Atlanta called Peaches and Cream the two of you settled on black leather skirts and a black leather one piece paired with some black heels.
“Who’s the rapper that’s performing tonight? Isn’t is Jack.” Tati asked as the two of you pulled up to the club luckily it was just barely a few minutes from your house.
“Sadly yes but I promise I’m not fazed by him anymore at all I grew and learned from that situation and I promise I’m in a way better space Tati.” Tati smiled as she rubbed your back, the minute you got back home from Australia she was at the airport waiting for you with open arms she helped you get over your heartbreak and now you were a successful Atlanta influencer and you couldn’t be happier.
“I’m happy you’re going better baby I know how much you went through but let’s drop that situation because tonight we’re celebrating you and your first little brand deal.” You both squealed before going inside the club you both sat in vip where all the other girls that were partners with pretty little thing sat at.
“Y/N’s here tonight did you know that.” Jack’s been stressed all day because from your recent Instagram stories you were set to make an appearance at the club tonight because of your brand deal with pretty little thing and he was nervous he hadn’t spoke to you since that night in Australia.
“Okay what does that have to do with you? I thought the two of you ended in good terms.” Urban asked as he stuffed his face with some fries.
“We did I guess but anytime I reached out she’d leave me on seen so I’m not sure if we are.”
“Well we don’t have the time to talk about this because they need you on stage now Jack.” Neelam told him and guided him to the entrance of the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen give it up for the one and only Jack Harlow!!” The DJ at the club screamed and all the girls screamed as Jack made his way onto the stage. You weren’t going to lie he looked damn good he had on an all black leather top with cargo pants of course and some black and white new balance shoes
Jack was on his song lil secret everyone in your guys friend circle knew that song was about you he was looking up above the crowd and that’s when he noticed you, your eyes widened as the two of you made eye contact and the way he wasn’t breaking it was for sure going to be in the blogs the following day.
“I told my therapist about you she always takes your side, I know you sick of being my little secret cause you confident that we soulmates.” He sang into the mic one last time before the song ended the crowd cheered for him one last time before he disappeared again backstage.
“Well that’ll have the blogs talking tomorrow.”
“Tell me about it.” You mumbled and went to stirring your drink around in your glass that you were no longer interested in.
After the club settled down a bit from Jack’s performance everyone just danced and drank and had a good time together that was until a certain somebody made their way to your vip section.
“Oh my gosh that’s Jack Harlow.” One of the girls whispered yelled to everyone at the table looking up there stood Jack and Urban and a few of his friends at the entrance of your vip section.
“Hello ladies if you don’t mind can I come in?” You we’re going to say no but a few of the other girls said they could come in, Urban and the other quickly become close with the other girls.
“I think it’s time we go home.” You told Tati and she nodded before taking your hand and guiding you through the club.
“I’ll be right back Urb.” Urban nodded not really paying much attention to Jack as he was too occupied with his newly found friend.
“Y/N hey Y/N wait up.” You heard Jack’s Kentucky accent yell from the club you mentally cursed yourself for wearing these heels that prevented you from running faster enough.
Before you could get into the suv he grabbed your wrist firmly but not too hard.
“Can we talk?”
“What is there to talk about Jack we’ve been over and done with I have nothing left to say.” You spat at him and went to go into the suv but his grip wasn’t budging.
“What’s wrong with you? Every time I message you I don’t get a text back I thought everything was cool between us.” His blue eyes widened with concern and regret and you so badly wanted to melt and jump into his arms but you couldn’t go back to that you just couldn’t.
“We’re done Jack please I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Let me come with you pleas-.” Jack was cut off by your security guard coming over.
“Ms. Y/N do you know this guy?” Earl your security asked you, looking Jack over you sighed you missed him you truly did you missed all the late nights with each other all the memories the two of you had you just missed him in general but he broke your trust but most importantly he broke your heart.
“Never seen him in my life.”
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yyunari · 2 years
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SYNOPSIS . many might recognize y/n as one of the most beloved and rounded 4th generation idols. being in aespa brought her a lot of popularity and made her really well known, especially for her looks. when y/n becomes a music bank mc along with enhypen’s sunghoon, what will happen when she meets her old high school crush from back in australia?
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“Y/N!”
“SUNGHOON!”
when the two music bank mc’s saw each other, their grinned and did their handshake. because they spent so much time together practicing and going to meetings, they had developed a close friendship. it was especially helpful that they were the same age. y/n looked up to sunghoon as a brother figure to her, since she had grown up as an only child. likewise, sunghoon viewed her as a sister.
“did you sleep well?” sunghoon asked her, knowing full well that sleep was very far down y/n’s priority list.
“you know i didn’t, but it’s fine.” y/n responded. “i can cover my eyebags with concealer and pretend that i have 8 hours of sleep.”
sunghoon frowned at this. “i’ve told you multiple times that you need to sleep earlier…. especially since we’re going to be busy from now on.”
“my emo thoughts keep me up at night……” y/n joked, hoping that sunghoon would drop the topic.
luckily, he did. “you’re not funny.”
they both chuckled and began walking to their dressing rooms in a bit of a hurry, since they didn’t have much time to prepare. they had to get fully dressed, get in makeup, practice their lines, and block butter on the stage.
“by the way, did ningning ever apologize for the tweet?” sunghoon asked, as he gave y/n a short glance.
despite how much she loved sunghoon, she was a bit irked with how he randomly brought it up when she was already stressed about music bank. still, she couldn’t blame him for being curious and worrying about her.
“not yet….” y/n sighed. “honestly, we haven’t talked much since then. i wasn’t able to say bye to the girls before i left since i had to leave early, but yesterday she walked into my room and asked if she could use my hairbrush.”
“seriously, does she even know what she said was wrong? because if i said something like that on accident i would have caught myself and apologized.” sunghoon thoughtfully said.
y/n agreed. she didn’t understand how ningning could go about her day without apologizing unless she actually meant what she said. she didn’t want to think badly of her best friend, but at the same time ningning being rude and passive aggressive was just adding onto the stress that was already dog piled onto y/n.
“i don’t even know…. let’s just focus on what we have to do right now.” y/n sighed. “i’m going to go change, bye hoon!”
the two waved at each other and y/n entered her dressing room, all while a million thoughts ran through her head.
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“ever-evolving k-pop! the heart of the korean wave!” sunghoon started.
“with the world watching it’s….”
“music bank!”
“hello bank patrons! i’m y/n from aespa, part of the 37th music bank mc’s!”
“and i’m sunghoon from enhypen.”
“today is our first day working at music bank! today is— oh wait, i already said that.” y/n coughed, having read her line wrong. “sorry, i keep messing up….. i’m really nervous.”
y/n and sunghoon were in sunghoon’s dressing room, practicing their lines. the whole time, y/n felt her heart pounding in her chest and her breath coming out uneven. the nerves had already gotten to her, and she needed to figure out how to subside them.
sunghoon chuckled. “it’s fine, at least this is just practice. and we’ll have cue cards on stage so we’ll be fine.”
y/n nodded at that. “you’re right, i really shouldn’t be this nervous.”
“is it because you’re trying to impress someone?” sunghoon winked.
“what? of course not.” y/n defended. “i’m not sure why you would think that.”
“so you don’t have any lingering feelings for jake?”
y/n clicked her tongue and tried to hit sunghoon’s shoulder, though he was able to dodge it. “why would i? i’m mad at him right now….”
before sunghoon could ask why, she pulled up her texts with jake regarding the ‘ningning situation’. as he read the conversation, his face slowly morphed into a confused expression at what his friend had said.
“dude…. i don’t know why he’s acting like that. he literally only plays genshin with her and texts her occasionally, he’s being way too nice.” sunghoon started, then quickly retracted his statement. “actually, i think i do know why.”
“why?”
“he li—”
a knock on the door interrupted what he was going to say.
“sunghoon!”
before either of them could tell them not to enter, the door opened to reveal the rest of enhypen. the guys hadn’t seemed to notice her yet, as they went up to sunghoon to congratulate him and didn’t bat her an eye.
it wasn’t until y/n shuffled over to grab her phone that they finally noticed she was there.
“oh! sorry, we didn’t know you were here too.” jungwon said.
y/n shook her head. “it’s fine, we were just practicing our lines. i can leave if you guys want.”
“you don’t have to! we just came to see sunghoon for a bit before you guys started.”
y/n wanted to leave to avoid a certain someone, but she felt that it was a little rude if she just left if they told her to stay. so she forced a smile and sat on one of the couches.
“y/n!”
oh fuck.
despite her efforts to avoid eye contact, y/n heard her name get called out by jake— even though she was still upset with him. but as aforementioned, she didn’t want to come off as rude so she mentally braced herself and smiled at jake. “hi jake, long time no see.”
jake, who couldn’t tell that she was uncomfortable with him, grinned and sat next to her on the couch.
“it’s good to see you again!” jake said and gave her a (charming) smile. “are you ready for your music bank debut?”
“uh... i guess? i’m not really sure.” y/n shortly answered, trying to avoid eye contact (which was hard because he kept looking at her).
she found it difficult when she tried to distance herself from jake because he was extremely attractive in person- both in terms of his physicality and his personality. y/n could tell that he had changed quite a bit since she had last seen him in person in australia. 
jake, on the other hand, couldn’t remember much of what y/n looked like in high school. more often than not, she was hiding behind something whether it be a book or her backpack. but at that moment, he took time to appreciate just how beautiful she had gotten. rather than the shy, quiet girl he had known back then, she had matured quite a bit.
wow, he thought, i sound like a dad.
the two were too deep into their own thoughts about each other to notice sunghoon calling y/n.
“this airhead…. y/n!”
y/n snapped herself out of her thoughts and finally paid mind to sunghoon. “oh, what is it?”
the rest of enhypen had long been gone, unbeknownst to jake and y/n. the girl let out a long sigh when she realized she had been thinking about jake.
what am i doing? i don’t like him anymore, why am i thinking about him? y/n pursed her lips. whatever, hes ugly anyways.
“we have to go to the stage now, i’ll wait for you outside.” sunghoon said, knowing she probably still wanted to say some things to jake.
once sunghoon left, y/n sharply turned to jake.
“it was nice seeing you. you look different.” jake remarked.
y/n raised her eyebrow. “good different or bad different?”
“good, of course.” jake chuckled, and gave her a pat on the head. “by the way, when will ningning be here?”
ningning… is she all you ever think about?
“oh. i’m not sure, she hasn’t contacted me since yesterday. but she should be here soon.”
y/n watched as jake bit his lip to stop himself from smiling, but was unsuccessful when he let out a wide smile. she noticed the small blush that rested on top of his cheeks. was he really that excited to see her? why did he seem so flustered?
does jake like ningning?
“i see…” jake finally put his attention back on y/n. “i should find the guys, but i’ll be watching you from the wings. see you!”
y/n waved. “goodbye.”
no, there’s no way. they’re just friends.
just like me and him.
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“do you want me to get you something from the vending machine?” sunghoon asked y/n, who rapidly nodded her head.
“get me one of the melon milks please, thank you hoonie!”
“hoonie?” sunghoon laughed, and then gabe her a blank stare. “that’s gross, don’t call me that.”
y/n raised her hand up to hit sunghoon but he left before she could. “that jerk… does he even know he’s being made fun of on tiktok right now?”
she smiled a bit when she thought of the ‘get sunghooned’ joke she saw on her private tiktok account. serves him right.
“y/n! there you are!” y/n looked behind herself to see karina, giselle, and ningning walking over.
“oh, hi guys! what took you so long?” she asked.
giselle scoffed and gave ningning a side eye. “sorry, we would have been here sooner if ningning didn’t take an hour to get ready…”
“what? i can dress up if i want to.” ningning answered. she then turned to y/n and smiled. “hi y/n! good luck today, yeah?”
look at her acting like nothing happened. is she shameless?
y/n just smiled at ningning and then turned to the group. “thank you guys for being here, it really means a lot to me!”
“of course!” karina looked at the cue cards that were in y/n’s hands. “wow, do you have to memorize all that? that’s incredible…”
“we don’t have to memorize it technically but i read it over so much that i basically know it all.” y/n giggled.
“can we se—”
“hey!”
y/n saw jake, followed by the rest of enhypen, as they walked up to them.
“oh hi. if you guys are here to see sunghoon, then he’s not here right now.” y/n said, avoiding eye contact with jake.
“oh, we’re actually here to wish you good luck!” jungwon said, and they all said some form of ‘good luck’ to y/n.
“ah! thank you, i’ll work hard.”
“by the way…” jungwon pulled out his copy of aespa’s recent mini album. “can you sign this y/n? you’re actually my aespa bias.”
y/n giggled at him and took his album. “how cute. of course i will!”
while y/n signed jungwon’s album, ningning walked over to jake.
“jake! i didn’t know i would see you here.” ningning shyly smiled and looked at jake. “how are you?”
karina leaned over to y/n and whispered, “we all know she knew he was going to be here.” y/n just nodded in agreement, and handed jungwon back his album.
“i’m good! sorry i wasn’t able to play genshin this morning, we had to leave the dorms early.” jake said. “do you think you’ll be able to play later tonight?”
“i don’t know….” ningning frowned. “the girls and i are planning on having dinner tonight.”
“yup! it’s a very important all girls dinner, so she has to go. sorry jake!” giselle shot jake a fake smile.
karina laughed and added on, “yeah, really important. sorry.”
“that’s alright!” jake turned to ningning. “let’s play tomorrow, okay ning?”
ning? he gave her a nickname?
“y/n! i have your drink.” sunghoon said as he approached the group. “oh, you guys all met?”
y/n, who was lost in thought about jake and ningning, sighed.
“that’s annoying.”
she took her drink from sunghoon and went to the stage.
“hm? i only gave her the drink…” sunghoon pouted, confused because he had just gotten there.
giselle patted him on the back. “you should’ve been there.”
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“good luck y/n!”
“good luck, sunghoon.”
y/n took one more glance at the wings, only to see ningning and jake still talking and laughing. she wasn’t dumb, she could tell they liked each other. the way their smiles were almost brighter than the stage lights… and ningning looked happier than she ever had before…
whatever, it’s not like i like jake or anything.
the music started, signifying that the show had started.
“ever-evolving k-pop! the heart of the korean wave!" sunghoon said.
"with the world watching it's...”
“music bank!”
"hello bank patrons! i'm y/n from aespa, part of the 37th music bank mc’s!"
"and i'm sunghoon from enhypen."
"today is our first day working at music bank!” y/n and sunghoon cheered. “i can’t believe we’re finally here, but standing up here makes it all feel real.”
“same here! i’m trying hard not to show it right now but my heart is racing.” sunghoon said.
“to ease the tension, let’s both share how we feel about becoming mc’s!”
sunghoon proceeded to share how he felt, and y/n discreetly looked at the wings once more, and saw jake and ningning still talking. it slightly hurt that they weren’t paying attention to the show, but as long as they were there to support her she supposed she didn’t mind too much.
“y/n? are you going to share how you feel?” sunghoon looked at y/n with concern when she didn’t answer.
“ah yeah! sorry, i’m still coming terms with the fact that i’m here right now.” y/n put her focus back on her job. “but i promise to make every friday a fun treat for you all!”
“yes, as music bank mc’s we promise to work extra hard.” sunghoon said. “music bank patrons,”
“we won’t let you down!”
as sunghoon introduced the lineup of artists, y/n pushed the sight of ningning and jake out of her head. it didn’t matter to her if they were dating or not. after all, ningning was her best friend. and jake was just an old acquaintance, nothing more.
i don’t like jake.
y/n wasn’t sure how many times she would have to tell herself that for it to be true.
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faegoddessog · 9 months
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 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 33/41
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Chapter 33: Overwhelm in the Stars
Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, fellatio, fingering, forced orgasm, unprotected PiV( play safy ya'll )
Series Masterlist 
Series Summary:
You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.
SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.
Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 
Chapter 33: Overwhelm in the Stars
Special thanks to @purejasmine who partially inspired the action in this Chapter!
April turns into May and temperatures start to drop. Which you find bizarre being from the northern hemisphere. But as long as you don’t think about the month, the fall is quite lovely and mild. Restrictions ease, Austin takes to walking the beach, listening to Elvis in his headphones. Sometimes you go with him, holding hands on the relatively deserted beaches. You like to find a spot to paint or read while he wanders for a couple hours. It always makes you giggle to see people’s reaction to him when he is practicing Elvis’ words or sounds. The best one by far was Elvis’ laughter. He was on his way back to you, laughing, stopping, listening, laughing again. As you watched, one guy with a surfboard walked by him, then turned around and gave him the funniest look. You just cracked up, Austin barely noticed at the time, but turned red when you told him about it. 
Even though the situation is a bit scary and tedious at times, it has been kind of magical to have Austin all to yourself. Well, you share him with Elvis, but that doesn’t really bother you. Honestly it’s good that he has something to focus on.
You begin to email and text with Rita about her kitchen in Greece, getting roughly sketched floor plans and pictures and researching potential materials and construction regulations for the area.  You enjoy planning and sketching all old school with graph paper, cuz you got nuthin’ but time! 
June rolls in and, like the rest of the world, you are starting to get restless with the sameness of  every day. He still wakes up early, still asks to slide into you often. Sex has been nice, but routine. 
He comes out of his office room early one afternoon and firmly shuts the door. 
“Kitten, I need a break.” he says seriously, knife-handing for emphasis.
You look up at him from the couch where you are reading a book with big eyes. Does he mean from you? from Elvis? What did you do? What did you not do? What is happening? Your heart is beating in your ears. Why the fuck are you reacting this way? 
“I uh… Oh… Okay,” your voice stammers, frightened. Be cool, you said no hard feelings, shit, shit, shit. 
“Don’t let me go in that room for like a week,” he says, rubbing his eyes, head down. He has not noticed your panicked reaction. 
You feel like a deer in headlights, it takes a few seconds to understand what he said. 
He blinks down at you, probably expecting some kind of reaction. 
“OH!” you let out a shuddering breath you didn’t realize you were holding, hand partially covering your face, “I thought…. ” your voice sounds so small. 
He looks at you in confusion, then realization dawns on his face. 
“Oh baby no! Shit I’m sorry hunny! Not from you, not from us, from Elvis!” He closes the gap between you in two long strides, sitting down next to you and pulling you close to him. Tears you didn’t know were holding in spill out.
“I don't want to do this without you, baby,” he strokes your hair as you bury your face in his chest. ”No, no we are good…. Are we good?” he asks, suddenly looking down into his chest at you.
 “Stupid inadequacy issues,” you puff out, shaking your head. You look up at his concerned face, with tear streaked cheeks and sniff. 
“Oh Kitten, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. That’s what I mean, I’ve not been thinking about anything other than Elvis for too long. And you’ve been amazing and I’ve just been obsessed. That’s what I need a break from,” his words tumble out, trying to reassure you. His thumb wipes away your tears, he kisses your forehead. 
You take a big breath in, blowing it out, nodding your head. Apparently, you hadn't realized how deeply intertwined you two have become, when just the passing idea of him leaving brings you to tears. You are more upset that it affected you like this than you are about the misunderstanding. 
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I immediately jumped to that conclusion. This whole lockdown thing has me all….” you stick your tongue out to the side and roll your eyes.  You look in each other's eyes for the space of two heartbeats. You start sniggering at your own ridiculousness, holding your hand over your mouth. He chuckles and shakes his head, holding you to his chest. 
“Oh Kitten, I love you. I feel like I’ve been neglecting you and you’ve been so patient and caring,” he says, “and don’t tell me I’ve not been, cuz it’s how I feel. ” 
“Ok,” you say simply. 
“I wish I could take you out on a date, or lavish you with gifts or do something big for you right now,” he laments, his fingers rubbing on your forearm. 
“Austin, gifts and dates and grand gestures are nice,” you assure him, “but I don’t need them. What I really could use is just some you right now, plain and simple.” 
“You got it, Kitten,” he says, tilting your chin up to his mouth. His kiss is sweet and simple and present. You melt into him.  
You sit, cuddled up on him for a bit, he is rubbing in long strokes up and down your back. 
“How about we get out of here tonight,” he says.
“Ok, where though?” you ponder. 
“Let’s pack some food and bring blankets and stuff and just drive until we can see the stars, we just can’t cross the border,” he suggests. 
“Yes! I fucking love the stars! Let’s do it!” you sit up, excited for the first time in weeks, and throw your arms around his neck, kissing him hard. 
Austin makes PBJ’s and packs some random food into a cooler.  You gather pillows and blankets, toothbrushes and  a quick change of clothes for both of you. You come out from the 2nd bedroom triumphantly holding a big thermos up high. Austin is filling water bottles and you start heating water to make some hot chocolate. The excitement in the air is palpable.  
Thirty minutes later you are pulling out from the underground garage, Austin sitting in the seat next to you for the first time, instead of hiding. Who the fuck cares now anyway, plus no one is hanging around outside anymore anyway. 
You insist on using your own non-Elvis playlists for music, Austin agrees, he really does need the break. 
You drive west for almost two hours. It is marvelous and freeing to get away. No plan, just driving. 
The sun is getting low as you pull up to a picnic area next to Lake Moogerah that is scattered with pavilions. You find one next to the lake and cuddle together on the picnic table, munching on PBJ’s and watching the sunset.  You hear some crunching on the gravel behind you. You turn around to see a lady walking her dog towards you. 
“G’day, beaut of a sunset yeah?” she says, stopping about 10 feet from you guys. 
“Yeah it really is” Austin says. 
“Oh yanks are ya, well ya know ya can't park overnight here. Do ya have a place to stay?" she inquires.
"Oh, no we didn’t know, thank you,” Austin is always so polite, ”we might just drive back to the city later, unless you have any suggestions.” 
“I have a glampin’ tent  just up the road there that’s vacant. It has a heatah and access to the bathroom in the main house, has a queen bed and a minibah. We just got the go ahead to open today. So it’s yours if you want it.” 
Austin looks at you eyebrows raised. You are already nodding. 
“We’ll be up after sunset then,” he says. She gives you directions and says she’ll meet you there in a half hour.
The tent is amazing. It’s set up just in front of a huge Queenslander rental house, which is where your bathroom is. It opens up to a gorgeous view of the lake and mountains.  It is much larger than you expected, clean, warm and comfortable. It has a stocked snack and mini fridge bar and a coffee maker.  There are little fairy lights hung inside for soft lighting. There is no one renting the main house tonight, so you can make it really dark for stargazing. 
It’s not that cold out, just a chill in the air. Your sweatshirt would suffice, the blankets are just to make it cozier.  Austin pulls out the hot chocolate and you snuggle up with your blankets and pillows to watch the stars, sipping the sweet hot liquid. 
It’s so odd, because you grew up stargazing with your family, and these are definitely not your stars. You feel like you are on another planet. You open your phone app that helps you find constellations. It is magical, just being together under the stars, feeling so small in the universe, yet also expansive.
You are nerding out, finding several of the southern constellations including the southern cross and Canis major. Trying to point them out to Austin. 
“Why does that one look so damn familiar?” you are pointing up. You hold up the phone above your head
“I’m a goofy silly girl! It’s fucking Orion, just upside down!  My daddy always said heaven was in the middle star of his belt, see?”  you point up then  look over at Austin. He is just staring at you with soft eyes in the red glow of the phone.
“I think it’s closer than that,” he says to you. 
Your heart swells, then melts. 
Like the opposite poles of a magnet your lips are drawn together. Your leg swings up and over his body, bringing your blankets with you. Straddling him on his chair, kissing, hips pressed together. For a few minutes you are just teenagers making out, dry humping on the porch because your parents won’t let you be alone inside. You can feel his bulge through the double layers of jeans. 
He pushes you away just a little and reaches down to readjust his hardening cock. The nice thing is, you are not teenagers and no one is trying to restrict your access to this gorgeous man and his willingness to fuck the daylights out of you. 
“Why don’t you get that out for me,” you whisper in his ear. 
You duck down, between his legs, as he undoes his fly and pulls himself out, lowering his pants down his hips just a little.  
While he is doing that, you undo your own jeans under the blankets and manage to wiggle out of them, leaving your soft, stretchy undies on.
Holding him upright, you trace designs with your tongue on his shaft and up to his tip. You lick your lips under the dark blanket. Placing your tongue on the top, you use your lips to massage his tip. Retracting your tongue into your mouth and closing your lips around him, then dragging along his head as you push him out with your tongue. Saliva drips from your lower lip every time you push him out.  You hear him groaning on the outside of the covers. You push him in deep, slurping up all the spit you dribbled along his shaft. You ride him with your mouth for a dozen strokes or so. 
Then you emerge from under the blankets, kissing him with your wet sloppy mouth. You straddle him again, just below his now hard and exposed cock.  His hands land on your bare thighs.
“When did that happen?” he asks, indicating your pants-less state. 
“When you were distracted,” you smile.
“Well you are distracting,” he rubs you through the crotch of your panties, soaking your wetness through.  He slips his fingers under the fabric, then pulls it aside, dipping his fingers into you. 
“Mmmmmmm” a slow lazy moan falls from you. 
“Oh Kitten, I’m so sorry I've been neglecting you. I’m gonna make it up to you, promise,” he says, his forehead pressed to yours.
“Austin, you don’t…” you start, but he interrupts you with a kiss and his fingers running circles around your pussy. Fore and middle fingers around your opening, pinky and ring fingers brushing your clit.
It shuts you right up because it feels amazing.  Your hips drop forward toward his hand. 
“Oh mon Roi, that feels good,” you murmur into his mouth.   
His other hand drifts up your shirt and around your back, undoing your bra deftly. His cool fingers trace around to the front. You gasp through your nose since he was still occupying your mouth with his tongue. He rubs along  the line where your bra was tight, heightening  the sensations that much more. He massages your breast, nipple caught in the crux of his fingers, sending a needle like zing to your core.  Still his other hand is steadily working your pussy. The familiar warm glow is building  just behind your mons. You lift up, reaching for his cock to slide him into you. He sits up a bit, pulling his hips and mouth away from you. 
“Oh no, baby, this is just about you right now,” he says, “look up when you’re close, Kitten, I want you to cum in the stars.” 
Damn, how is it that he makes things that could be corny, sound so damn sexy. 
“Keep talking Austin, tell me dirty things,” you moan. Your hands are on his shoulders, holding on. You realize there is more light now, the moon is beginning to light up the sky, threatening to rise over the mountains. 
“God, I love seeing you worked up just from my fingers playing with your cunt,” his deep voice draws out that last, filthy word, enunciating the /t/. 
“I love your long gorgeous fingers,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut. 
“Yeah? Do you want them inside you?” he almost whispers.
“Uh huh,’ you bite your lip, nodding. 
“You want t’ cum on them?” he asks low, licking his lips. 
“Please, yes,” you would do anything to have him inside you right now. 
He starts pulsing the two fingers at your slit, but not going in. It’s driving you crazy. You try to grind yourself onto them with a closed-mouth pouting moan, but he won’t let you.
“Ah ah ah, baby. Just wait,” he admonishes you.
Pulling his fingers away and bringing them up to his mouth, he licks a long line between his fingers. You watch him like you are lost in the desert and he is the only water. You find yourself diving forward as his tongue reaches his fingertips. You press your open mouth partially to his upper lip, partially to his fingers, your tongues meet and play between his two digits, tasting of your slick. His fingers slide away and you keep kissing him, your hands on his face. You feel him sliding under your panties and  along your labia again, wet from both your tongues. 
He resumes his pulsing against your opening, still refusing to enter you. 
He is pinching your other nipple, mimicking his pulses at the same rate.
You pull away from his face, head tilted up in a pouting whine to the sky. You are trying to be patient, trying to wait, but your body wants him inside you. Your hips rock back and forth, desperate for penetration. 
“Oh Kitten, so wanton, wanting me inside you any way you can get me,” he chides, still pulsing at your entrance, “and I want you too, my gorgeous little hussy,” the last he breathes into the night air.  
Finally, his pulses start sinking into you, a little further with each one. 
“Oh- my- fucking- god,” your voice is rough and breathy with each pulse inside you. You are staring into his eyes. 
“Yes, I am your fucking god,” he slides his hand out from under your shirt and to his mouth. His eyes burning sexy, maddening holes into yours in the diffused moonlight. A hint of that dark fae around his edges.  
Sticking out his tongue, he slides the pad of his thumb over it. Watching you intently, he slips his wet thumb under your panties and onto your clit with a little roguish smile. He knows how it will affect you. 
“Oh god, yes, right there,” your hips are shaking under his ministrations. 
His fingers are fully seated inside you now, pulsing still, thumb rubbing in little circles.
“Don’t stop,” you moan.
“Oh, I won’t,” his tone is that of promise and threat. 
Moonlight spills over the top of the mountains. Silvery strands of light laying themselves upon you both. 
“Your naked skin would look so amazing in the moonlight,” Austin remarks, mostly to himself. 
Without a second thought,  you pull your sweatshirt and shirt off over your head, your bra tangled in amongst the fabric. 
“Oh baby, you’ll get cold,” he says, concerned. 
“Then you better keep me w–w-w-w-arm,” you moan out as his fingers find a particularly perfect rhythm.  The glow inside you is on the verge of spilling over. You lean back, your hands on his knees, head tilted up. The blankets fall back, the cool night air makes your nipples pucker and your skin pebble. But you barely notice the chill, Austin has you so hot. 
“Holy Mother, you are shining, baby,” he breathes. 
You move rhythmically, grinding into his hands. 
“The light on your throat, on your tits. It’s like the moon herself is cumming on you,” he says. 
Fuck, that is a thought you’ve never had. Hot, especially from Austin’s dirty, sexy mouth.
Each push forward into his hand is accentuated with a moaning “ah, ah, ‘ah.” Then you inhale in a gasping breath, holding it in as everything tightens, your hips vibrating against him. 
“Fuck yeah Kitten, cum on my lap, cum in those stars,” he urges you on. 
It starts deep in your seed center and waves up your spine in a rippling shudder. Even your eyelids shiver as you struggle to keep your eyes open and pointed up. When you finally exhale, it’s in waves. You barely make any other sound to the sky.
 You jerk forward, hunched over Austin, hands on his shoulders, pulling your hips away. 
“Oh no you don’t dirty girl,” he says. His hands are on your hips, pulling you back to him, “you aren't getting away from me.”
He straightens upright in order to wrap one arm around your low back, hand pressing to keep you close to him. Austin immediately takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking with his tongue.  His other hand is fliplped over, palm down, between you. The backs of  his first and middle fingers like snake fangs pointing down on either side of your clit. The tips of those long fingers falling against your inner labia. The sensations go deep as he pushes in and down, in and down, milking your clit. It’s such a small movement with such a big impact. 
You rut into his bent knuckles, clenching and releasing your glutes, your thighs, your pelvic floor. Your eyes are squeezed tight, head bowed to his.
“Open those eyes, look up,” he says, switching to the other nipple. 
You tilt back, supported by his hand on your back. You do your best to open your eyes. But as his mouth pulls hard at your nipple, you are lifted, tilted over the next edge. 
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod,” you chant. Your eyes close and you are jerking to get your sensitive clit away from his knuckles. Of course, he won’t let you get away. He is always so much stronger than you assume. Holding your hips tight, his hand flips over and rubs light and fast over the surface of your clit. You writhe. 
“Oh no, baby,  you are gonna keep cumming,” he asserts, unable to keep his mouth on your twitching tits. 
He refuses to give you any reprieve.  He buries his fingers inside you again, pummeling your pussy with his palm. The switch in sensation is like an upslope that lifts you higher. You freeze, still for a long moment. Holding your breath, you let him finger fuck you hard.  Sloppy, wet slapping sounds are the only thing breaking the night's stillness. 
You didn’t think you could clamp down any harder, but as everything funnels down to your core, you tighten around his fingers. Your back arches and a high pitched whine careens from your throat. Your pelvis grinds down onto his fingers as your voice modulates low “OH! Fuck me, YES!” His hand drips with your juices. 
Austin just chuckles low. “Not yet,  Kitten,” he is watching your face as you cum with each dig of your hips. 
Your hips come to a full and complete stop as does his fingers. Your ragged breath barely begins to even out. You lean down, hands on either side of his face and softly kiss him. 
“Mmm, that was good, baby,” you murmur into his mouth.  His hands disengage from your crotch.
He guides you off him, “Turn around,” he says, having made a decision. 
You stand up wobbly,  blankets and all.  Austin takes the opportunity to pull off his jeans and underwear. You are expecting a good hard fuck in the grass as he reaches up and yanks your panties off. But he pulls your hips down to sit between his legs on the chair instead.  The blankets spread over you both. 
“Lean back and spread your legs, beautiful,” his voice is low and gravely in your ear. 
You are not sure how he is going to get off in this position, his cock would be trapped behind your back, not in you.
‘Austin, I’m, I’m done, I’m good,  what about you?” you say, turning a little to look at him and reaching for his cock. 
“Oh hoh Kitten,” he laughs deviously, his gaze locking onto yours, “ I’m not done with you , I think I owe you a little more,” he pulls you back against him.
“Oh baby, you don’t-” you start trying to assure him once again, but his hand comes under your jaw. Thumb and forefinger spread, pressing just in front of the joint on either side, the rest of his fingers digging into the side of your neck.  You gasp, hand going instinctively to his wrist. It’s the closest he’s ever come to choking you, although there is no pressure on your throat. You are immediately putty in his hands. 
“Shhhh, Kitten, my darlin’,”  he purrs in your ear, “you still haven’t cum in the stars for me. So you are going to take it, and like it and beg me for more until you can’t handle it.”  
Your breath comes out in a shudder as your pussy drips. God, his voice, his words, his hands, how is this man possible? You didn’t know that was what you were in for tonight, but you fucking love it. 
“Now, spread your legs,“ he says pointedly. 
You do, looping your legs over his in the chair. Your wet pussy lips peeling apart under the blanket. 
Austin reaches down and starts moving against your already swollen, sensitive snatch. 
“There’s my good girl,” he whispers in your ear.
His fingers move in soft circles around your clit. You moan, eyes  closing.
“You like it when I play with this pussy, don’t you Kitten,” his voice like honey, dripping onto your neck.
“Oui, mon Roi,” you answer in French.
“Should I have fingered you in the car on the way here?” honey dripping in between your breasts.
“Uh huh,” your other arm reaches up, your hand curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. 
“Oh this pussy is so wet, always so needy,” his fingertips push harder. 
“All the time, always for you, mon Roi,” you moan.
“God damn, you make me want you so much,” his hips are pushing against you.
You are flushing with heat, you kick the blankets away, the cool air tingling on your wetness. 
“Oh, such a naughty Kitten, you want to be exposed?” his breath hot on your neck, ”anyone could walk around the house and see me fingering you, watch me make you thrash. You would love that, wouldn't you.” 
Oh fuck, you didn’t know you had a an exhibitionist kink until this moment. The idea of being watched kicks you up a notch.
“I would,” you moan, nodding. 
“What if it was Loki,” he plays to your fantasies, “and I hold your legs open,” he wraps his legs on top of yours, holding them apart, “and let him fuck you, use you,” he disentangles your hand from his hair and pushes your own fingers into your cunt,  “just like this, while I rubbed you the way I know you like it.” 
Oh. My. God. The idea of a hot Tom Hiddleston with dark hair mercilessly sinking himself into you as Austin holds you. FUCK, that takes you to a whole other level. 
“OH Fuck Austin… yes. Yes, YES!!!!” you are crying out, fucking yourself with your own fingers. 
You are pushing back against him. His hand tightens on your jaw, holding your head tilted back against his shoulder as he works your clit. His cock, desperate for friction, is working between you, spreading his pre-cum on your low spine.
FUCK YES, It feels so fucking good, being held down by him, being so open to the sky, to the silky moonlight.
You skyrocket into the stars, your eyes shoot open and you are staring at Sirius, the dogstar. For long held seconds you are Sirius, with rays of light shining from your head as you ignite, lighting up the night. 
“There she is, my shining girl in the stars,” he is humming in your ear. Jerking, you stop your barrage into yourself.  Austin’s hand covers your pussy, pressing softly, soothingly,  drops of your cum cooling on your inner thighs. 
You get a long breath or two, shaking as you start to think about coming down. 
“Thank you Austin,” you say breathily.
“Oh no, don’t thank me yet,” he growls in your ear. Your orgasm-addled brain is confused. Until Austin slaps your pussy, jolting you back to him. It’s not super hard, but it makes you jerk.
“I’m still not done,“
Slap 
“Oh, I don’t know if-” you begin. 
SLAP! 
You gasp. 
“What a filthy, naughty girl, to be so turned on by someone else’s cock,” his voice is not angry, but husky with desire. 
“I think you like the idea too,” you risk, undulating against his cock, “it’s pretty wet back there.” 
Austin’s gruff laugh puffs out with a shake of his head. 
“Maybe, as long as I get to reclaim you as mine,” his fingers tighten on your jaw and neck for a long, pointed moment before releasing entirely to slide down to your breasts. His last word rumbles into your brain, sending shivers down your spine
“I’m yours, Austin, all yours,” your voice is light, airy, full of yearning. 
“Mmhmmm, yes you are,” he kisses your cheek tenderly. 
“Now, tell me you want more,” Slap
“OH,” you squeak and jump. You hadn’t expected it.
“Say it,” he demands. Slap
 “Oh- I,” you aren’t sure if you can go more. ‘ Yes you can, you want it and you know it.” your demon says.
“Tell me,” he says through gritted teeth. SLAP
“I want more,” you squeal a little on the last word. 
“Say my name.” SLAP 
You don’t quite register that this is your out, should you need it until you are saying:
“I want more Austin.” Fuck yeah you do. That bitch. 
“What do you want, Kitten?” he prompts you. SLAP
 “Spank my pussy ‘till I cum again,” your succubus answers for you before you can think. Oh shit, that was your outside voice. 
“Oh, my filthy little insatiable harlot,” SLAP. His voice is full of unmet desire, you know he is just as turned on as you are. His hard cock is throbbing behind your back. 
He starts in on your mons, stinging slaps then rubbing your clit fast side to side. The combo is unhinging you.
“Holy shit Kitten, you’ve got me so,” SLAP, “fucking,” SLAP, “hot.“ SLAP. Each stinging smack a little harder than the last. Clearly it’s unhinging him as well. 
Flicking light and fast  over your swollen nub he growls in your ear “I’m going to fuck you so hard after this, you won’t have to open your eyes to see the stars.” SLAP. SLAP. 
You meet each new sting with a gasping moan. 
His hips are rutting against your back. You wish he was inside of you.
“Please fuck me Austin, I need your cock,” you whine and moan.
“Oh Hunny, cum for me and I will,” his voice vibrates against your back and into your brainstem.  How is he so fucking good? With each flick, each smack, you vacillate between being hungry for more and wanting him to stop.
Immense pressure is building behind your clit with every contact of his hand. You are forced over the brink yet again. You cinch down onto nothing. Every muscle straining  You curl and try to close your legs, writhing. But his legs are forcing you to stay open. He continues the actual onslaught of your pussy. SLAP. Rub. SLAP. Flick.  SLAP. Rub. 
It’s too much, and not enough all at once.  
“Nononono,” you are trying to pull his hands away from you, to protect your poor, wanting pussy. He grabs your hands and holds them tight to your belly and keeps rubbing and spanking you.  You are struggling against him in the most delicious way. 
“Beg me,” he growls in your ear.
“Please, please, stop, Austin, stop,” you whimper weakly.
“I don't think you really mean it,” his chuckle is deep in this chest. He slaps you again, and again, and again. Then his long fingers plunge into your dripping slit, stirring at your g spot. It pitches you into a spiral. Dangling over the chasm in his grip.
You are keening; cumming. You are biting into the meaty part of your own thumb; cumming. You are dripping around his fingers onto the chair; cumming. Cumming so hard, you are bewildered, disoriented and also laser focused on his fingers rasping against you again and again and again. You thought you were cumming before, it’s nothing compared to this. This is celestial devilry made carnal. Only the gods orgasm like this. You feel as much as hear your sweet fluid squirt out of you. 
“Please, I can’t, again” you beg, sobbing.
He ignores your plea, raking his hands from back to front in succession along your pussy, fingers digging into your slit as he drags them up, grasping and shaking your mons and clit in his palm at the top. Right. Left. Right. Left. Over and over again, triggering immense aftershocks. Your spine is undulating in time with his raking of you. Your screaming moans modulate with the motion of his hands.
With a final grip and shake on your vulva, he stops. You are still shaking. 
“Oh lord baby I need to be in you,” he presses you forward, up and off his lap.  You are unable to stand, fuzzy. You ooze onto the blankets that fell on the grass, lying on your back. He is on you in seconds, knees between your legs.  You are brought back to sharp focus by his cock sliding into your buzzing pussy. 
“Oh my god Kitten, you are so hot around me,” Austin moans.
It is nirvana to be filled with him at last. You wrap your arms and legs around him as he thrusts in and out of you, banging the hell out of you under the night sky. He isn’t holding back, chasing his own release.  He is right, you see the stars whether or not your eyes are open. 
Holy fuck you’ve never been pushed this far in so many ways. Your tight, clenching pussy feels so full, so stretched by his cock pounding into you. Nerves that have been overstimulated are on the verge of rebelling. Fuck you want him never to stop, and if he doesn't stop you may never recover. 
“Come on baby, one more big one for me,” the strain of his lust evident in his low gritty tone. It washes over you and you fracture. Your full throated scream echoes across the lake. You twist, and turn and thrash under him, your whole body contorting in inscrutable pleasure. No, pleasure isn’t right. It’s higher than that, harder, vehement. It rocks the foundations of what you believe to be true.  Only the gods fuck like this. 
“Ohmigod, my Kitten, fucking mine, all mine,” he underscores each thrust with a word. You are violently shaking under him as he surges into you, every muscle straining. 
Finally all motion ceases, you are crying into his shoulder, clinging to him as a touchpoint of reality. You aren’t sure who you are or where you are, only that Austin is here, keeping you from dying.
He lifts off you. Standing. Leaving you in the cold momentarily. You curl around your core, crying in overwhelm.  Then you are in his arms, floating. Crying into his shoulder. Being laid in a warm bed with his warm naked body protecting you. Holding you. Petting your head and rubbing your back. Whispering soft words of love. Pressing a water bottle to your mouth as your crying subsides into soft whimpers and then into shaky breaths. 
“You are here my love, with me” Austin is saying,” just breathe. I got you.”
...........
You wake up in the morning to sounds of birds outside. Austin is asleep next to you, just where you like him to be. You sneak out to pee and take care of yourself, after last night's worship to Eros, you need a shower. 
When you get back, Austin is still snoring. You climb back into bed and cuddle up next to him. You doze. You wake up to the smell of coffee and Austin, also freshly showered, bringing you a cup. 
You sit up in bed and gratefully accept it. He sits down on the bed with you, sipping his own cup. He left the tent flap open and you can see across the lake. What a magnificent thing, to have that view while in bed, and this dreamboat of a man next to you. Bringing you coffee nonetheless! “Thank you for last night Austin,” you say, hands wrapped around the white steaming cup. 
“You are so welcome, my love,” he says with a smile, obviously feeling like he has ‘made it up’ to you. 
…............
As you are leaving, the owner is walking her dog along the road towards you. You stop and roll down the window to thank her for everything. 
“I was comin’ to check on ya! Did ya hear that cougar screamin’ last night?” she says concerned, ”it sounded pretty close by.”
“Oh? I don’t think we did,” Austin says a little confused. 
“Yeah,” she says, “a month or so ago, one was spotted a bit north of here, but have never heard it before. It were erie, echoed across the lake.”
“Oh, well we are ok, glad we didn’t see it!” you say. 
You tell her thank you and that you’d leave a glowing review.
As you are driving away, Austin is shaking his head, “Wow, that is a little scary.” 
You burst out laughing. 
“What is so funny, we could’ve gotten attacked! Being just in that tent!”
“Oh baby, I’m sorry. That was no cougar she heard, it was me cumming last night. Cougars sound like a woman screaming.” 
“No way, you think so?” Austin is smiling realizing the implications.
“Oh yeah, I’ve heard them back home, I would have recognized it. 
“Oh my god, that is funny!” Austin joins you in laughing. 
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albertparks · 6 months
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prodigy pt2 😭 angst or sad WIP snippet. is this one better.
from HERE
u guys need to know val follows me on twitter and leaked the name of prodigy2 in this ask originally. and i had to yell at her. anyway for compensation u can have a really long snippet
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“You two are adults, I’m sure you can work out whatever caused this,” she whispers, and Daniel doesn’t have the heart to tell her that, truthfully, he doesn’t think they can. This isn’t some childish misunderstanding, it’s not Max accidentally hurting Daniel’s feelings.
Max knows what he said, he knew it hurt Daniel, and then he doubled down on it anyway. He isn’t sure if they can come back from that.
He shrugs against his mum, and she pulls back, holding his face in both of her hands. Daniel hadn’t realised how much older she’s gotten over the years. It almost makes him feel bad for how often he’s away now. He’s thought about retiring so many times—both seriously and as a joke—and maybe when he finally does, he’ll come back to Australia. For a fleeting moment, he wonders if Max would want that, and then he realises Max doesn’t get a say in things like that anymore.
“I don’t think so,” he whispers softly. “Do you remember Nico and Lewis in 2016? How I told you that season ruined their friendship?”
He remembers that all too easily, he remembers telling his mum and her scoffing, not understanding how something like a Championship can ruin a friendship that ran so deep, that was so strong for so many years. His mum hums in agreement, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why he’s bringing that up now, of all days.
“This is worse.” And it pains him to admit it, to put it into perspective like that. Nico and Lewis’s friendship breakdown over the 2016 season was so well documented that it’s still talked about to this day. He wonders if people have began to notice Max and Daniel; the way they don’t hug each after the race anymore, the way they can’t look at each other on the podiums too.
He wonders, in 5 years time when Max is probably still racing and Daniel is long retired, if people will still talk about them the way people talk about Nico and Lewis.
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keef-a-corn · 1 year
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Dat’s right, People, it’s time for ‘Keef watches TFP and you just get the notes!’
This is for season 1, episode 12: Predatory.
I hate this episode so don’t read if you like it. I also don’t have any screenshots.
I write down the timestamps, but I watch Transformers Prime on Stan (an Australian streaming service) so they may be slightly off.
ALSO! I try my best to note points for every character, but tend to get a little caught up by Bee (although I think I do a pretty good job with the notes regardless) so do be warned.
~~~~Transition~~~~
00:40 - I get this is supposed to be important but it’s taking forever!
00:55 - It’s weird how Jack’s allowed to come with Arcee. I would’ve thought she’d be more concerned about him.
00:56 - Why is he comparing them to vampire bats? Why not just ‘bats’. Also unless they’re in Australia, I doubt those Mozzies are anything to ride home about.
01:02 - alright Arcee, settle down.
01:05 - No, she wouldn’t, instead she’d be making fun of the fact you didn’t bring it. Also he was very animated in that moment.
01:10 - The animation got a lot heavier. It works on the bots because their designs are awesome and because becoming more expressive is a rare sight on them. For Jack, it just looks uncanny.
01:22 - Those are a lot of big words. Maybe I’m just tired, maybe my brain ain’t working 100%, but I seriously doubt parents had a good time hearing their child stuttering their way through ‘what does________ mean?’
01:30 - As I stated earlier, I don’t like this episode. One of the reasons is because it’s very slow paced. I’m fairly certain this episode’s a placeholder (considering that Sick Mind and Out of His Head are coming up and those episodes are great) but it doesn’t mean that it has to be so boring.
01:56 - This would be a bigger reveal if we hadn’t seen the thing land.
~intro~ (never have I been so glad to see it.)
02:51 - Arcee is the worst guardian. Why wouldn’t she send Jack home before going in?
03:32 - that could’ve been cool if they did the flashbacks WHILE Arcee was looking around, like if it showed the corridor/hall whatever ya wanna call it without anything, then showed what Arcee saw, rather than just giving flashbacks while Arcee stands there. 
03:46 - finally, doing a smart thing! (Although credit to her, once she recognised something was wrong she got out of the ship.)
03:50 - missed opportunity for a suspense build up then ‘my ex wife’s’. They exes.
04:02 - credit where credit’s due, this is kinda realistic. Arcee’s in a sort of panic so much that she’s blocking out her surroundings and Jack’s trying to communicate with her to understand the situation and how worried he should be.
04:04 - NO! Dear frag have you learnt NOTHING, Arcee??
04:31 - this scene feels like it should be more intense… I don’t know why, but it’s just not hitting correctly.
04:38 - If she had more gone to the neck, rather than the face plates, I think it would’ve been more suspenseful because the face plates are more cosmetic injuries and rarely scar, while the neck on the bots could be hiding more scars and could be more life threatening. Then again, maybe they were right not to do that (if you know, you know)
04:57 - I’m sorry, but I have to share.. I’m so incredibly bored and it’s only been 4 minutes.
05:15 - I.. UGH! What the frag?! I get that Arcee’s upset and all, but I’m on Jack’s side rn.
05:27 - WAS THIS SERIOUSLY THEIR JUSTIFICATION AS TO WHY JACK WAS THERE?! NO RISK?! R E A L L Y ?! THEY WERE IN A NEW LOCATION WITH BAD SERVICE WITH ONLY ONE THING TO GUIDE THEM! IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS THAT NO RISK?!
05:44 - Jack the type to stand at the edge of a sinkhole.
06:24 - Tailgate sounds like he’s voiced by the guy who voiced Shiro in Voltron. I searched it up. He did :D AND APPARENTLY HE VOICED JACK TOO?!
06:50 - those two were dating, pretty obvious.
07:16 - H O L Y . Airachnid’s voice made me gayer. Although missed opportunity to give her an Aussie accent.
07:22 - GODDAMN She HAWT
07:45 - HOW THE FRAG DID HE KEEP ALL THAT IN A TINY BELT BAG.
07:49 - this is a still image.
07:54 - MMMM CURVES!
08:00 - makes me kinda uncomfortable seeing her spy on a child. Makes sense why the episode’s called Predatory.
08:01 - So Airachnid’s ran into no other animals?
08:22 - Airachnid’s moving side to side, why would her perspective be so steady?
09:06 - excuse me but WHAT THE FUCK?
10:01 - Jack, you actual idiot!
10:21 - No. We know she’s not down because she’s also a spider, they don’t stay down for long.
10:30 - …Someone should tell her that she’s the liability too.
10:33 - w h a t ? I can see it in your e y e s 👁👄👁
10:43 - you scratched her cheek and she gave up. The hell are you on about?
10:51 - I like that Airachnid is incredible at getting into someone’s head. She’s physically strong, yes, but she’s mostly talk because once she finds away to play her opponent like a flute she’s so much more likely to win.
10:57 - seeeee?
11:40 - Airachnid’s in Arcee’s head. Someone telling the truth would’ve acted more desperate and focus more on persuading them that their not lying rather thanspeakingallatoncetotryandgetthepointacrosstominimisethechanceofaccidentallytellingthetruth. (Just incase you couldn’t read it: than speaking all at once to try and get the point across to minimise the chance of accidentally telling the truth.)
11:56 - I thought that Airachnid was smarter than that. You never get rid of the only bargaining chip you have right away.
12:02 - that was quick…? Although dumb. Never have heartfelt moments until you’re completely out of the woods.
12:26 - let’s be honest here. She kinda does have to wonder.
12:46 - To be fair, it is working for her.
13:08 - DON’T LOOK BACK!
14:02 - YEAH! WOO! BUMBLEBEE!
14:06 - SLAY CLIIIIFF! Perhaps I shouldn’t say Slay tho-
14:09 - FRAG YEAH!
14:12 - okay, that looks so funny. With Arcee being dwarfed by Bee and Cliff.
14:16 - that couldn’t care less as Arcee screams ‘I couldn’t save him’
14:23 - I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel in this situation.
14:31 - She has SWORDS on her ARMS. Why is she trying to break the webs by force??
15:22- okay, that was kinda scary, ngl
16:25 - a lot of this is just a chase scene.
16:47 - she could’ve stepped over it.
17:18 - you and me both, Airachnid.
17:32 - WHY?! WHYYY?! WHY?! WHY WOULD HE GO IN THERE?! WHY?!
18:16 - she has a similar demeanour to Knockout. In a perfect world, the two get drinks together and talk about other people.
18:26 - smart, NOT going into the ship.
18:51 - you’re telling me he doesn’t have a match?.
19:15 - I’ve lost so many brain cells.
19:33 - his running cycle has me in tears.
19:52 - of course she’s still alive!
19:57 - oh.. Ew..
20:18 - see? Arcee had the odds with her as long as Airachnid didn’t talk.
21:02 - I’m sorry I had to witness it.
21:23 - oh, pretty- WAIT I GET IT. IT’S TO SYMBOLISE THAT THEY’RE OUT OF THE WOODS!
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So that was Predatory.
It’s very clearly a filler episodes (Very obviously because they didn’t bring in any other voices actors at a l l. That’s why they chose Bee and Cliffjumper to be the ones to help out Arcee, but didn’t give Cliff any speaking lines.
There was literally only three voice actors in the entire ep and it shows)
I despise this episode. I understand that Airachnid was messing with Arcee, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating to watch. It was also incredibly boring.
I thought an Airachnid central episode was a good decision as her debut, but this was not it.
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loyal-logik · 1 year
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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG!
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NAME:  Owl 
PRONOUNS: He/him. 
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: If you’re mutuals, please feel free to ask for my disco/rd as I do prefer to communicate there. I’m in a different time zone since I’m in Australia, so I can’t always respond, at least if I’m on disco, then you generally know if I’m around or not. For those who I’m not mutual with, I’m happy to chat through IM’s here, and perhaps later add to discord :) 
NAME OF MUSE(s): I write Shockwave here and Megatron over at @warriorsparked​.
RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?):  Oh man... maybe since... 2007 or so? Back when people Rped through notes on devART or MSN, or even email and forums lol. 
PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:  deviantART, MSN, Skype, email, forums, tumblr... I’m old lol. 
BEST EXPERIENCE: I would say my best experience has probably been over in the Dragon Age community (where I write my Inquisitor--altho he’s on a bit of a hiatus atm until I get muse for him again). I met a whole bunch of absolutely wonderful people there, and I think it’s been the less dramatic of fandoms I’ve written in. I want to say the TF fandom does hold a special place in my heart because it was my first big fandom when I was young and a growing artist and writer, and it’s inspired me so much to become a better writer as well, but I’ve also had some pretty ugly experiences in this fandom back in the day as well, as it was filled with a lot of immature people. It seems to have grown a lot and matures a lot since I took my break, though, so that’s been a welcoming experience. :) 
PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Not respecting people’s rules, being rude and manipulative, guilt tripping, then general manipulative behaviour and no go bullshit that most people don’t like. Also, I really don’t like when people vague blog about people, I think it’s childish. 
FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:  I like all for all different reasons :) I’m probably best at writing angst and smut, as it was my speciality back in the day lol, but I do love fluff as well. I love it all. Even better if there’s all three in the one thread lol. 
PLOTS OR MEMES:  Both! I’m pretty tired at the end of the day, so sometimes memes are a great ice breaker for interactions and something easy that I don’t have to think about, but in the long run, I really enjoy plots, something deep and descriptive to work with, a plan and an idea on where we’re heading and what may happen down the track. I love both because both have their places, but if you want the most out of my muses, then plots are definitely the way to go.  
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:  Long. I prefer detail and something that I can work with. I personally find it VERY difficult to write just one line replies or just one paragraph, because I like going into detail about my muses and how they feel and react. If you give be one line back after I’ve written 3 paras... chances are I’m going to lose interest pretty damn quick. I love novella, so never be shy when it comes to writing lenghty replies with me! I seriously can’t work off short replies, and I do feel like I’m not getting as much out of the experience as I could be. But I totes understand if that isn’t how others prefer to write, it just means we’re not compatible, and that’s okay! There’s plenty of fish in the sea. :) 
BEST TIME TO WRITE:  I honestly prefer writing in the morning. I feel a lot fresher in the morning, which is why I don’t get much writing done on my work days--because I’m tired from work and can hardly human lol. If I can manage to do replies on my days off, earlier, I’ll feel very good about myself, but some days I just can’t when I get home from work, all I wanna do is eat and sleep lol. 
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):  There’s definitely some parallels to both Shockwave and Megatron, for many different reasons. Am I a cool arse giant robot that can transform? Unfortunately... no. There’s a lot of things that I’ve gained inspiration from from personal experiences in my life for them both, many different and complex things. I think a lot of my social awkwardness and antisocial behaviour is definitely displayed in how I write Shockwave (I have aspergers and I do lean on that a little when writing Shockwave), and for Megatron, I think I express some of my more emotional side through, especially frustration personal trauma, but I believe all writers express themselves through their muses in one way or another.
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lifeofkaze · 2 years
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Around the Globe
Summer Break Challenge, Day 4: Travel (2)
Reva Amari x Dante Lopez Briarwood
Seriously, who else could it be? She heard the prompt and wouldn't stop pestering me so... have a little Revante content *sigh*
Dante and Rory McTavish (latter in mention) belong to my favourite person in the world @the-al-chemist. Find all the stories of this challenge here. This challenge was of course created by the lovely @usernoneexistent
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Dante leaned back into his chair and let his head fall back with a heavy sigh. “This is getting nowhere.”
Next to him, Reva was slouching at the table, staring at the world map spread in front of them. “How long have we been at it?”
“Don’t know.” Dante glanced at the clock above the fireplace of the Hog’s Head Inn. “Two hours?” 
Reva groaned and let her forehead sink to the table, covering most of Asia with her hair. “Who would have thought agreeing on a travel destination would be so hard?”
“Who would have thought you’d be so stubborn?”
“Me?” Reva replied, glancing up at Dante with raised eyebrows. “I’m not the stubborn mule here.” 
Dante looked at her briefly before shaking his head with a laugh. “Let’s go over this again,” he suggested. “I still don’t see what’s wrong with Bali?” 
“I’ve been to Bali.”
“Knowing you, you only saw two beaches and the odd sacred monument to defile with your skateboard.”
“I saw at least three beaches, if you need to know, and they were beautiful.”
“Then why not go?”
“Because it’s our first trip together,” Reva explained. “I want to go somewhere new with you.” She pulled the map closer to her. “You liked South America when you were there, and so did I. What about Peru? I missed out on that.”
Dante made a face. “Wouldn’t recommend.”
“Why?” 
“Because I don’t want to deal with you complaining about altitude sickness.” 
Reva had to suppress a grin. She had a feeling that it wasn’t her altitude sickness Dante wasn’t keen on dealing with. 
“What about Egypt?” he quickly proceeded to ask, tapping his finger on the landmass on the edge of the Red Sea. “You can’t have seen all of Egypt.”
“No, but trust me, the sand gets everywhere.”
“So?”
“You don’t understand,” Reva said, giving him a meaningful look. “It gets everywhere.” 
Dante raised his eyebrows and fought a grin. “Fine, not Egypt. Next.”
Reva looked at the map indecisively. “Dana suggested France. She loves Paris, apparently. Why doesn’t that surprise me?” she added with an eye roll.
“I’ve never seen a city as overrated as Paris. You’d hate it.”
“I heard the street art is nice.”
“Fair,” Dante conceded. A mischievous smirk formed on his face. “Does ze mademoiselle want a kiss under ze Tour Eiffel, oui?” 
Reva had to hide her giggle behind her hand. “Okay, forget Paris, but a city trip wouldn’t be the worst idea. Which city have you always wanted to visit?”
Dante thought about her question. “Las Vegas,” he said eventually, groaning when he saw the look on Reva’s face. “What could possibly be wrong with Vegas?”
“Nothing,” she answered sheepishly, “I just may or may not have a house ban in Vegas.”
“How many are we talking?”
Reva shrugged helplessly. “A couple?” 
“Dios mío,” Dante muttered under his breath. “Do I want to know?”
“Not really.” Reva’s face lit up. “But my uncle lives on the East coast. We could visit him and just see where we go from there.”
“I like the sound of that.” He pulled the map closer again. “Still, something warm and sunny would be nice. Have you said not to the Philippines yet?”
“Not yet.”
Dante’s eyes wandered to the South. “Or Australia?”
“Nice, too. Very warm, very sunny.” Reva reached out and moved Dante’s finger to the next group of islands. “I haven’t said no to New Zealand either.” 
Dante paused, then laughed quietly. “How did we go from no destination to too many destinations?”
“Someone tell me again I’m not good to work with.”
“You’re a nuisance to work with.” Dante reached into his pocket and put a gleaming silver Sickle onto the table. “Tell you what, we’ll let chance decide. You pick a side, I pick a side, and we see where it lands. Are you okay with that?” he added with a frown when Reva didn’t reply. Realising she had been eyeing the Sickle suspiciously, she shook her head.
“Side effect of being friends with Rory McTavish,” she chuckled. “You don’t trust coins anymore.”
“You want to do it differently?”
“No, it’s fine,” she said quickly. “I want New Zealand.”
“Fine, heads New Zealand, tails Indonesia.” 
Dante put the coin onto his hand and flicked it into the air. He and Reva reached to catch it simultaneously, causing it to fall off the table and roll away. Looking under the table where it had gone, Dante resurfaced with an incredulous laugh a moment later. “Would you look at that?”
Reva ducked beneath the table. The Sickle had rolled over the floor until it had gotten stuck in a small gap between the floorboards. A grin spread across her face; her godfather would enjoy the unlikely odds.
Reva grabbed the coin and tossed it to Dante, who caught it out of the air. “So that didn’t work. What are we gonna do now?”
“I still like the idea of letting fate decide,” Dante mused and chuckled as Reva rolled her eyes. “What?”
“You sound like my dad.”
“If you say so. Wait a second.”
He rose to his feet and vanished behind the door leading up to his flat. A confused look formed on Reva’s face when he returned carrying an old-looking globe. He set it down in front of her, then left a second time to fetch one of the darts from the dartboard on the other side of the room.
“Come on.” He pulled Reva to her feet and positioned her a few feet away from the globe, pressing the dart into her hand. 
“Now what?” she said with a sceptical look.
“I go spin the globe, and you throw the dart whenever you feel ready.”
Reva’s eyebrows shot up. “You want me to throw a dart at you?”
“No, I want you to throw a dart at the globe.”
“Why me?”
“Isn’t that your job? Throwing things at other things?”
“If you continue like that, I’ll throw this thing at your head,” Reva muttered but earned only a chuckle from Dante.
“Maybe aim a little lower. Not that low,” he added when he saw the grin spreading on Reva’s face. Shaking his head, he walked back to the table and put his hand on the globe. “Ready?”
When Reva nodded, he pulled his hand away, sending the globe spinning rapidly around its axis. Reva watched attentively, her eye fixed on the spinning sphere. She raised her hand, took aim and sent the dart flying. The tip got stuck in the cardboard, and - after raising her arms in triumph - Reva joined Dante back at the table as the globe began to slow.
Once it had stopped, Dante turned the globe until they could see where the dart had landed. When they did, both of them burst into laughter.
“Colombia, huh? I can live with that.”
“Me too,” Reva laughed and looped her arms around his waist. “We do have a list for that, after all.”
Dante chuckled to himself. “We do. High time you get to see the country properly.”
“Do shut up, will you?”
Dante had another teasing remark on the tip of his tongue, but as Reva’s hands wandered from his waist to his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, somehow, he found himself all too happy to comply. 
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adamwatchesmovies · 1 year
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Night of the Lepus (1972)
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If you seek out bad movies, you’ve probably heard of Night of the Lepus. This means - I’m sorry to say it - the best part of the movie has already been spoiled for you. Even if you don’t know why this movie was doomed from the start, it’s only good for so many laughs. While you’ll have plenty of opportunities to ridicule what’s happening on-screen, I doubt this film will become a new favorite.
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To humanely reduce the rabbit population ravaging rancher Cole Hillman's fields, scientists Roy and Gerry Bennet (Stuart Whitman and Janey Leigh, as compelling as a couple of lettuce heads) genetically modify the animals to make them less fertile. When their daughter, Amanda (Melanie Fullerton) releases a test subject into the wild, the state is soon overrun by giant Lepus timidus.
When rabbits were introduced to Australia in 1859, no one could’ve foreseen the damage they would cause to the continent's flora and fauna. The incident inspired the horror-comedy novel The Year of the Angry Rabbit, whose tone was completely lost upon screenplay writers Don Holliday and Gene R. Kearney. With the help of director William F. Claxton, they are trying to scare us using giant bunnies. You’d think someone would’ve raised their hands and questioned the decision. Maybe someone did at some point and to show them who's boss, this film takes the premise as if it were gospel. When the army calls for all residents to roll up their windows for fear of the giant, mutated rabbits stampeding their way, they should be laughing their eyebrows off. Instead, the people in this movie take it completely seriously, following every order to the letter without fail.
Incompetently directed, Night of the Lepus doesn’t appear to know how it could frighten audiences even if its life depended on it. Every time you see the titular monsters bounding through the tiny streets, all you can do is “awww” or laugh. There are never any ominous or moody shots. The tension is non-existent. When the film ends, you’ll be shocked. Was that it? There’s no way that was the climax. It was so easy!
Not helping the picture are the weak special effects. I can give a pass to the miniatures - how else would they have made the creatures look big? But you can clearly see the seams in several of the composite shots and whenever we get a close-up of someone fighting for their life as a giant rabbit attempts to chew their arms off, you think you’re watching a tussle between a drunken fan and the baseball team’s mascot. It’s pathetic. The actors underreact as they are about to die and when they’re calm and collected, the performances are awful.
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This is one of the dullest horror movies I’ve ever seen - or it would be if it weren’t for the hugely misguided and idiotic premise. Actually, it is still fairly boring because what’s wrong about it is obvious and consistent. A true bad movie classic like Plan 9 From Outer Space keeps finding new ways to be bad. It surprises you. This movie? Not so much. After about 15 minutes, you’ve seen the range all the major actors have and after a couple of shots of the beasts chowing down on people (well, we don’t really see it, but we see the attacks and aftermath), you fully understand why this film isn't going to work. Night of the Lepus is worth seeing once so you can say you’re part of the club but don’t expect to return to this movie over and over. (On DVD, August 16, 2019)
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dreamy625 · 1 year
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This rockstar life - 3.17 Freelance
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Content: The occasional swearword
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“You know you said you’d always wanted to go on a proper tour, in a bus?”
“Uh huh.”
“So it turns out, we’re going to do the Australia dates by bus. Something about the insurance for a jet being astronomical, according to Peter. So do you think you could get more time off? It’d be about a month. Then there’s a bit of a break before the next lot, so we could do a bit of travelling around too.”
“Oh wow, that does sound cool. Aw, but I don’t think I can. I’m already taking three weeks for Europe and that month unpaid to come to America. I’m seriously stretching their goodwill as it is.”
“But this is a once in a lifetime thing. My last one, remember? I want you to see it too.”
“I know, and I will, the European leg and a bunch of the American dates, and maybe some more later if it keeps going like last time.”
“It could be months and months away. I’ll miss you, won’t you miss me?”
“Of course. It’s going to be awful. I’m trying not to think about it. But I can’t take all that time off.”
“You could just quit, it’s not like we need the money.”
“I do. I don’t want to sponge off you for everything.”
He makes an impatient shrugging gesture, “But you know I don’t care. It’s just stuff.”
“It matters to me. And it’s not just about money, I like my job. It makes me feel… useful… functional. Like a proper person, not a total waste of space.”
“But you complain about it all the time.”
“Okay, yeah, it’s not the best job ever. But one day, if I don’t fuck it up, I’ll be able to get another one, a better one, that’s just mine and nothing to do with my father. And then I’ll be free, not beholden to them anymore.” 
“You could be free now, just leave. You can get another job later if you want, after the tour.”
“Oh can I? Thanks.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant, it doesn’t stop you going back to it later.”
“But then I’d have a big gap. I’d probably have to start right at the bottom again. You don’t know what publishing’s like. Who’s going to want to employ someone who just up and quits to swan off round the world?”
“You could do whatever you wanted, you don’t ever have to work again, I’ll look after you.”
Alice’s frown softens.
“That’s very sweet of you, but I don’t want to be kept.”
Steve opens his mouth to protest but Alice holds up a finger to shush him, “And besides, what if we break up?”
“You don’t trust me.”
“No, it’s not that at all, I’m just not naive enough to believe that things will necessarily last forever just because you want them to. And what if you…” She stops and blinks her eyes shut at the sudden painful thought, “what if you died?”
“I’ll leave you everything.”
“What if we’ve already spent it?”
“Oh you’re just making things up now.”
“I’m just trying to make you understand. This matters to me. Not just for the paycheque but for security, and for making me feel like a person in my own right, not just Martin’s daughter or Steve’s girlfriend.”
“Okay, I get it. I really do.” He walks back to Alice and wraps his arms around her. “I just… miss you when I’m away.” He kisses the top of her head and then plaintively adds “Why doesn’t anyone just want to be with me?”
“Oh baby, we do, I do. You just pick stroppy, independent women that want their own life too. If you want someone who follows you everywhere and caters to your every whim you’d better find some… dippy girl who just likes… shoes and Dynasty.”
Steve scrunches his face up.
“Exactly.”
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When the taxi at last drops Steve home just before 7am, he is met by the highly unusual sight of Alice awake and up and dressed in outdoor clothes. She is scurrying from the dining room to the hall to the living room and back again in a frantic manner, muttering to herself. 
Spotting him in the doorway, she pauses for as long as it takes to say, ‘Oh hi. Hello. You’re back. Right.’ before scooting back to the dining room again.
Slightly disappointed with this less than ecstatic welcome after more than a week apart, Steve shuts the front door behind him, drops his bag down, and waits to see if there will be some sort of explanation for this uncharacteristic early morning activity.
A few moments later, after some thumping and rattling noises, Alice reemerges carrying her capacious work handbag with a folder clutched under one arm and starts vigorously attacking her hair with a brush in front of the hall mirror. 
“Everything alright, love?”
“Mm? Yes. No. I have to… do a thing. A really stressful thing. It’s… argh, I’ve got to go. Are you here tonight?”
“Think so.”
“Excellent, I’ll tell you later.” 
With a final hurried glance in the mirror, muttered ‘oh god’, and last desperate smoothing of wayward tendrils of hair, she dashes out the door, banging it behind her. 
Steve blinks, befuddled, at the closed door before turning to the mirror and shrugging at his similarly confused reflection. 
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Steve wakes to someone stroking his cheek and he opens his eyes to find Alice’s face just inches from his own. She is radiating outdoor chill, but none of the tension that was crackling off her that morning. In the orangey glow from the streetlight outside the window he can see that she is smiling.
“Hey.”
“Hey. Have you been asleep all day?”
“No, just since it started to get dark. Couldn’t keep my eyes open. What time is it?”
“About half six.”
Steve swings his legs round and sits up rubbing his eyes. He pats the cushion next to him and Alice shucks off her coat and sits down. He leans sideways until his head rests on her shoulder.
“I fucking hate jetlag.”
Alice yawns, “I think I have it too, from waking up at five-thirty.”
“Oh yeah, your stressful thing. How’d it go? What was it?”
“I think, I hope, I’ve fixed it so I can come to Australia!”
Steve’s head jerks up, “You did? How?”
“I’m going freelance.”
“What’s that?”
“Where you don’t work all the time for a company but they just hire you for particular projects. There’s a couple of people at the office that aren’t employees, they just come in when we’ve got a job on that needs their area of expertise. So I talked to them and found out how they did it and then just asked. So yeah, I’ve got to stay until the series we’re working on now is finished, but then I can be their on-call translator for art and architecture, which is mostly what I’ve been doing the past year anyway. And I can work for other people as well, if I want.”
“Wow, that’s amazing!” He looks genuinely impressed.
“It’s a bit scary. No security. And I’ll have to do taxes.”
“No problem, I’ve got an accountant.”
“And I’m going to need a better word processor.”
“I’ll buy you a supercomputer if it means you can come on tour!”
“I don’t think that’d fit in my suitcase.” 
“Oh love, that really is brilliant.” He wraps his arms around her and presses a kiss to her temple. 
“And I do actually have to do work, not just follow you around like a live-in groupie!” Steve laughs. “And I’ll need access to a fax machine, and a modem, whatever that is, and…”
Steve can tell from the rising pitch of her voice that she’s starting to stress about the details. “It’s fine, all the big hotels have that stuff. For businessmen and journalists and grumpy band managers. Speaking of which, I’ll phone Menschy and tell him there’s one more passenger for the bus.”
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airedelalmena · 1 year
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“What is cultural cringe? If you’re from outside Australia, or the Commonwealth more generally, it’s probably a foreign concept to you. It ties into the ideas of national identity, of cultural identity, and of the condescension that non-normative, culturally authentic media faces when it’s exposed to the wider Western world. It manifested as a response to anti-intellectualism levelled against creators and thinkers from outside of the American and European media bubbles, as an attempt — conscious or not — to force an inferiority complex upon us, to punish non-conformism.
It’s about power dynamics. In contemporary culture, creators cannot succeed financially without catering to Americans.”
Yes, these are very good points.
But I SERIOUSLY wish that the people who wrote these considered that…there are many many people who live in the US whose cultural experience falls outside of these norms too. Based on either directly being born in another country, or being descended from people who were and keeping your family’s own cultural norms that they inherited from their culture.
And we don’t get representation most of the time within our own country.
that is, we’re just as alienated as you.
And so, when you talk about “all Americans” as having these tastes, values, beliefs, views on life, ways of interacting, ways of living — that fir within “conformism” — you’re acting as if we don’t exist and that, my friend, implicitly agrees with the people who ARE represented in this country. Because they know that we exist, but they think that we shouldn’t, so they pretend that we don’t — by excluding us from all media representation.
So the end result is that all so-called “American” media that you see ONLY CONTAINS THEM AND THEIR LIVES.
And by agreeing with and acting as if THEIR depiction of this country is at all “accurate” i.e. they really ARE the only people to exist here, the only culture in this country — what this does is give them what they want. Our total erasure.
I feel like only people who are part of minority groups of any kind, within their own country, are going to be capable of understanding this.
Any time I see “mainstream” fiction from different countries, I always wonder — “Who is being suppressed by this? Who is not being seen, who is not getting a voice within their own country?”
Why aren’t you wondering that about people who live in the massive multi-cultured country that is the US?
Why aren’t you asking yourself “Who am I not hearing or seeing from here?” when you watch so-called “American” media?
If you aren’t constantly asking those questions…
…then ironically, you yourself are contributing to the silencing that you’re complaining about experiencing yourself.
There is a dominant voice and then there is the rest of us, hidden.
Hell, there are entire massive regions of the country that never even get to see actors with voices that sound like theirs, unless it’s the butt of a discriminatory/classist joke. Let’s not even get into the regional accent conversation, or the fact that MOST if not all American regional accents come from immigrant accents from different countries. America has its own “RP/Received Pronunciation”.
And that’s only the tip of the iceberg.
America is not what you think, based on what limited amount you are given to see, on a screen
and this applies to anywhere. but I feel it when I read “pssht, those Americans” and it’s clear they think of one dominant voice only when they think that, and that’s who their annoyance is for. (i.e. “those racist Americans, we’re so much better here” racist against who? aliens from another planet? no, literally other Americans! unless you somehow don’t think of the other side of the equation as being “as American” as the other which you think of as, or have been shown as, ‘the default”…? and if you don’t then why? could go on and on)
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razieltwelve · 1 year
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English Class
Every now and then, I'll get an email from someone who wonders if they can be a good writer despite having done horribly in English class. My usual response to that is to tell them not to worry. English, as a subject, is not exactly geared toward producing good writers, especially when it comes to creative writing (i.e., fiction).
To some extent, this makes perfect sense. The majority of people have no great interest in doing creative writing. Instead, their interest is in finding stories they enjoy and reading those. That's fine. Writing is like any other pastime. Not everyone will like doing it, and that's okay. I don't particularly enjoy swimming since the ocean has demonstrated on multiple occasions that it wants to kill me, and I'm not about to give it any extra chances. That said, I've got nothing against people who enjoy swimming, and I understand why some people really like doing it.
The main objective of English class is to develop a basic level of literacy in students and to provide them with a basic grasp of certain forms of writing (e.g., essays, reviews, etc.). For various reasons, these forms of writing are considered important not only in class but also in the wider world. Whether or not that's actually true doesn't matter in the context of the current discussion. What matters is that these are the forms of writing that governments and school administrators consider to be most useful.
English classes do cover fiction, but that coverage usually involves reading a book (usually a classic of some kind), followed by lessons reviewing its themes and the various writing techniques employed. There may also be discussion of the book in a historical context, especially if it proved influential in its particular genre. Students may also do some creative writing themselves, but this is generally quite limited. I remember my high school years. For each book that we covered, we would have done perhaps two thousand words of creative writing total.
As you can imagine, it's going to be basically impossible to improving your creative writing when you get so little practice at it. Moreover, how good a writer (of fiction) you are is not going to be very closely related to your marks in English if almost none of the assessments involve creative writing. It would be like trying to assess how good a driver someone is by asking them to build a car.
There are also a variety of reasons why someone who is good at creative writing might struggle in English class. The one that comes to mind from personal experience is boredom. If you're not particularly interested in writing essays or reports, then you're probably not going to bother study and will thus do fairly poorly.
My marks for seventh grade and eighth grade English led my teachers to remark on my being barely literate. What was actually occurring was that I was bored out of my mind and detested all of the books we were assigned to read. I would read the book the day we got it, never read it again, and then do all the work based on nothing more than my memories of what happened. Forget studying. I was able to pass while doing that bare minimum of effort, which allowed me to spend my time doing others things I enjoyed more. In my case, it was video games and reading. Naturally, my teachers were shocked when I actually started to take English more seriously from tenth grade onward and my marks improved. Subsequent experience has suggested to me that many students would do better if they enjoyed the subject.
However, I did take a course in twelfth grade (the final year over here in Australia) in which the main component of assessment was an 8000 word short story. You would think I would do well in that, right? Oh, sweet summer child, have I got news for you. It turned out that the kinds of stories I wanted to write and the way I wrote them was antithetical to the assessment criteria.
The course demanded a journal of my writing efforts, one that was to cover the course of a year. I beg your pardon. A year? An entire year to write 8000 words. Even then, I found the idea bizarre. Why would I spend a year writing a story when I could write multiple drafts, polish them, and then deliver a final copy in less than a month. Indeed, I wrote the first draft in a weekend. That led to the rather hilarious (for me) situation in which I had to basically lie in the journal about how long it was taking me to write my story and how I spent an entire year agonising over every detail.
I don't mean to be rude, but there is no reason you should take a whole year to write 8000 words.
My second mistake was writing a story in the fantasy genre. A review of the stories that the examiners favoured the most suggested that they were looking for several things in stories:
Existential angst
Engagement with "important" contemporary topics
Avoidance of genre writing unless that genre was teen-angst, existential philosophy, or maudlin reminiscence
I remember very well the remarks my fellow students and my teacher made upon reading my story. They found the characters and plot engaging to the point that they would find themselves thinking about them in their free time. I even went so far as to send the story to several people whose opinions I trusted due to their own writing skill since, back then, I was a member of a number of writing forums. The most common description was 'haunting'.
My mark was, shall we say, not particularly inspiring.
The larger point I'm trying to make here is that English class, as it is currently run in most school across the Western World (I cannot speak to other parts of the world since I do not know them well) has particular expectations. Meeting those expectations will serve you well while straying outside of them will not. It is not a coincidence that various personality traits (e.g., conscientiousness and agreeableness) correlate with academic performance, especially at lower levels of schooling.
Now, don't get me wrong. I do think that the English courses I attended in high school did a decent enough job of fostering basic literacy. I went to a school that excelled academically, and I can tell you with all honesty that some of the most brilliant people I knew would not have known how to write a report or a review without the aid of English class. There was more than one fellow I knew who had no problems with numbers but was clueless when it came to verbal expression. If your goal is to ensure that students can function in broader society, I do think English classes have done all right.
However, if your goal is improve as a writer, particularly of fiction, then English class is not going to help very much. Indeed, it may do the complete opposite. Stories of teenage angst, existential conundrum, and seemingly endless tragedy may score well with examiners, but you are not going to sell very many books writing that way unless you are one of the true masters of the genre. The limited practice you receive in English class is about as useful as learning how to play basketball by dribbling a ball for ten minutes every six months.
So what can you do if you want to become a better creative writer?
Once upon a time, I would have recommended joining a writer's forum. But, good grief, have times changed. I last set serious foot into a writer's forum almost a decade ago after realising that the overwhelming majority of them have become snake pits where the main goal seems to be ensuring that everyone suffers. Ever now and then, I'll peek into various writer's forums, but I've found that little has changed. It's not so much about lifting each other up as it is about grabbing each other's ankles to make sure everybody gets to drown.
I recall once giving a detailed review to someone of their book, complete with pages and pages of notes and examples. I was told to stop being a hater. Keep in mind, I thought the book was all right. I gave it a 7/10. But the hostility I was greeted with for trying to explain why it wasn't perfect was off-putting, to say the least. It was an experience I would repeat several times before swearing off such things entirely. You cannot help someone who does not want to be helped.
There also remains a subtle (or not so subtle) divide between those who are self-published and those who are traditionally published. There are people who will insist that no self-published author is a professional until they have been traditionally published. To which I would reply: not professional? I pay my bills with my writing. I would say that makes me a professional.
Indeed, I have always been of the opinion that anyone who can make a living with their writing deserves to be called a professional. I do not care if you make your living as a self-published author, or if you make it by writing snappy fortunes in fortune cookies. If you write, and your writing pays the bills, you are a professional to me.
What I would suggest is to practice.
There is a theory that says it takes 10,000 hours of deliberate practice to become an expert in something. I believe that may even be an underestimation. Overwhelmingly, the common factor you will find in successful writers is that they write. Sure, not all of it gets published, but they write. They look for the flaws in their writing, and they write to fix those flaws. They find the strengths in their writing, and they write until those strengths become unbreakable foundations around which stories can be built.
Before I ever self-published a single story on Amazon, I had already written multiple novel-length stories. I won't lie and say they were all good (I do have a soft spot for them), but they were the price I had to pay. It's like a basketball player practicing. You might see the shot they make to win the game, but you won't see the thousands of hours on the court getting up shots every day until the shot became automatic. Writing is the same way. Don't focus on the end product of an author's hard work. Think about how many years they had to practice before they were good enough to get there.
When you practice, you need to look critically at your writing. What works? What doesn't work? Why? And then you need to address those areas. It sucks to be critical, and it can painful when you ask someone to review your writing and the reviews aren't all positive, but you can't flinch. You can't turn away. You have to meet those challenges head on. It's not about being fearless or about the process being painless. It's about conquering your fear and fighting through the pain because you'll come out better on the other side.
Now, I realise this post has gone somewhat off the rails. That happens when you're basically writing an extended stream-of-consciousness post while trying to will your belated lunch into cooking faster. But don't get discouraged if you do badly in English class. It doesn't really say all that much about you as a writer. In the end, it's hard work and dedication that will get you there.
P. S. My best subject in high school was Physics. I even managed to major in Physics at university before realising I couldn't do that for the rest of my life and shifting gears. How exactly I ended up writing humorous fiction is a story for another time.
If you’re interested in my thoughts on writing and other topics, you can find those here.
I also write original fiction, which you can find on Amazon here or on Audible here. I’ve also just released a new story, Cosmic Delivery Boy!
Also, Cosmic Delivery Boy is now available on Audible! You can get it here.
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The first girl for sure is his type appearance wise but she’s from Australia. How would that work? And she’s only just turning 25 this year, she’s the same age as Tana. Jeff & Tana have differences in relatability to each other’s interests because of age, they either get each other or have no clue about each other. Jeff is a typical millennial and the girl will be Gen Z. But who knows there may be common ground. I feel like the rest of the girls are not entirely his type. The girls are pretty but I feel like the problem Jeff is going to have if he takes things seriously is the girls understanding his personality/humour and being able to put up with his lifestyle. Also vise-versa, Jeff may not like the slower paced life the girl has maybe? The girls seem too sweet/sheltered for him, don’t know if you agree?
I get it and don’t get me wrong all the girls seem like gems in their own different ways. But I agree. Is the Australian girl already LA based? Is she going to move or is he going to move? I do not see it working out long distance. It’s nice the girls aren’t in the influencer world as far as it seems but it was hard for me to see Jeff dating any of them for the long haul. For example, he wants a family and I’m not sure if any of them especially those in their mid 20s are ready to commit to that. Jeff also mentions wanting someone who is ambitious and are these girls ready to put any career ambitions on hold to have children? As it is I am not even sure if Jeff is entirely ready himself for that kind of commitment. I know he wants a partner but he has to be willing to compromise and probably make sacrifices for it to work. It just makes me wonder why his past relationships didn’t work out and not what the girls did or did not do wrong but also Jeff.
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sarah-dipitous · 1 year
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 92
I Believe the Children Are Our Future/The Fires of Pompeii
“I Believe the Children Are Our Future”
Plot Description: investigating series of odd murders that resemble fairy tales and urban legends, Sam and Dean track down a dangerous boy named Jesse
Would I Survive thr First Five Minutes?? 1. Who sits THAT CLOSE to the TV?? 2. Nah, girl. Don’t look outside, don’t you know what show you’re on? I’m good
Sometimes, I don’t think Dean could get by without Sam. I don’t think he would have come up with them having server issues as to why they didn’t get the coroner’s email
Deannnnn, don’t traumatize the kidddddd
So all these very childlike pranks are going haywire and actually killing people?!?!
I want a compilation of clips of Dean being mildly gross while eating
“All these kids care about are their iPhones and those kissing vampire movies” this shop owner is hilarious
Honestly, good on this kid for taking home invasion seriously…actually, I take it back. She just didn’t want the tooth fairy in HER room. Sure
It took ALL HIS TEETH?!?! And got $8 for his trouble
Dean still eating this ham they legitimately cooked with the electricity from the freaking hand buzzer thingy is just PRACTICAL, Sam!! He’s right, y’all don’t have a fridge, and you shouldn’t let a perfectly good ham go to waste
This kid’s sass is off the charts
Oh my god…this poor woman. This is HORRIFIC. A demon possessed her, got pregnant, and birthed the child…is this kid the Antichrist?? Like Adam in Good Omens?
Oh no. Yeah. I knew Cas would say they have to kill the kid
Eeuugghh can Dean NOT be caught between someone and Sam just ONCE?? There’s no winning for him. Either they truly believe this kid can make the right choice to just not be the Antichrist or whatever so he doesn’t nuke all the angels. OR Cas is right and they have to kill him. And Castiel can’t gamble that. This is his life on the line if this random kid who would only NOW be introduced to the whole concept of Armageddon. When even a seasoned hunter like Sam couldn’t resist
Oh…Cas. Cas, no. Please. Jesse turned him into a toy???
I mean, I can understand Jesse’s hesitance in turning Castiel back. He did try to kill the kid
Oh…Sam saying everything he’s ever needed someone to tell him when he was a kid.
Did he just disappear to Australia?? I mean, if you’re gonna have the apocalypse in midwestern USA, best place to be IS Australia I guess?
“Been On My Mind…”: nothin. 6
"The Fires of Pompeii"
Plot Description: Soothsayers and beasts of stone run riot in the streets of Pompeii as the volcano boils. Can established history be changed, or must the Doctor let everyone die?
Couple things...can you IMAGINE if he DID just go "fuck it" and saved everyone at Pompeii?? Like...I wanna see an au where those effects ripple out. Two, I don't know if I'll get through a single episode of this season without thinking (and talking) about how much I LOVE Ten and Donna's friendship. Just seeing the hug she gives him for bringing her to what they currently both believe is Rome? I go FERAL for particularly THIS PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP
"Are we in Epcot?" I'm...obsessed with her.
Hi, Amy...sorry, Not Amy. I do still wish they had worked a call back to this episode into either Eleven or Twelve's time
I love how hung up she is on how they're speaking in Latin
And hello Not Twelve
This poor girl is going to have burnt out gifted kid syndrome later, I swear. Though, after surviving Pompeii, she's mostly lucky to not have burnt UP gifted kid syndrome
I think the thing about Donna and Ten I love most is that she CHALLENGES him. It's much less of reassuring others that the Doctor will find a way to get whatever needs to happen done. It's "You're going to do this thing. I care how you get it done but what I don't care about is hearing how you can't. It's the right thing to do. It's the thing you're SUPPOSED to do, Doctor!" I'm not dunking on Rose or Martha, but Donna will challenge his authority TO HIS FACE. It's not the "he told me to stay put, but I'm too curious to do so. I need to do something!" It's "what and you're in charge?" "TARDIS. Time Lord. Yeah." "Donna. Human. No. I don't need your permission!" Fuuuuuck I love her so much.
The fact that they're BOTH so offended to be thought of as married AND thought to look so much alike they they could be siblings. Love that for them
AND AGAIN!! "I don't know what kind of kids you've been flying around outer space with, but you're not telling me to shut up." Miss Noble, I would LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU
One...this epic psychic battle of history is every bit as funny as it is terrifying. Like, just the concept is hilarious. This old dude battling a teenage girl at who can say the wildest shit about the Doctor and Donna while being right. But also, they ARE also right BUT ALSO we get the first mention that there's something on Donna's back, and listen...I JUST GOT DONNA!!! I'M NOT READY FOR HER TO GO!!! I DON'T WANT HER TO GO!!!
This kid is so easily bribed. Not that I know how much that coin is worth.
Not Donna coming in with the TJMaxximus...
I thought you wanted them to get out of the house, why are you all just STANDING THERE. No one listens to the Doctor when it comes to moving or not moving
You SAY THAT like it's a bad thing, but you RELY on it, Doctor. "This prattling voice will cease forever" "Well, that'll be the day"
And they're so sarcastic together. Will I truly spend his entire season gushing over how much I love their friendship? And what if I do??
Him fighting off the pyrovile with a water gun is always fantastic
(I've been informed by imdb that Peter Capaldi's appearance in this episode DOES get touched on during his time as the Doctor)
Oh, it's an even worse version of the trolley problem. If the Doctor does NOTHING here the whole world gets destroyed, but if he stops the pyroviles' plan he has to make the choice to kill everyone in Pompeii. He's got to personally choose to let twenty THOUSAND people die.
The fact that she can change his mind, can change some small part in A FIXED POINT IN TIME, can make him save SOMEONE. And how she'll still claim she's not important at the end of the season...
Doctor, of COURSE Donna's right. Come on.
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