#and wouldn't it just be great that leading into the continuation we get the shot from the bridge but as soon as the cameras are 'off' the

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i surface from time to time waving the chuck won theory flag and i’m back again babeyyyyy

*the following is an utter denial of that heaven endgame and that cas is there so if you don’t agree with that then this post may not be for you! 

Let’s talk about this shot. 

This shot... makes me feral. Especially knowing 15x04 was the first episode they shot for the season. 

This shot is why I just cannot accept the fact that they are actually in Heaven, nor that Cas is there. 

Let’s start here. The fireplace mantle.

This mantle is like an adult toy shelf. We’ve already been in Becky’s space where she’s creating things that are like “toys”. They’re models, sets, other merch items. But here, it’s all decoration. You have funko pop stuff action figures — toys. It’s all toys up there. It’s a toy shelf. 

While they’re talking about Chuck getting his motivation and inspiration back, he takes the little Sam one down, fiddles with it, and puts it back in the opposite direction. 

There is also some Cas ones up there.

It’s a toy shelf. 

A lot of folks will say that the presence of Cas at that Road House means he’s in Heaven, but in my one on one with Misha he said that Jimmy was supposed to be dressed as Cas. 

To me, this plays into the theory that Chuck just cannot control Cas whatsoever and it’s only gotten worse as time goes on. He can’t even create a fake Cas. The only way to do so is to pull over his vessel who’s in Heaven and dress him like Cas. The last time we saw Jimmy he was not wearing the coat and tie. So putting him in this outfit would have really signaled to us that something is wrong. 

More on that in a bit. Stick a pin in that. It’s a big reason why I don’t believe Cas is with Dean by the end, nor do I want him to be. 

But going back to the toy shelf — look at this at the end. 

I always forget her family photo is on this toy shelf. 

In talking with friends about the Chuck Won theory, I use the metaphor of Chuck putting Dean and Sam up on the ‘toy shelf’ bc he’s done playing with them. Much like this toy shelf here. 

But that does not mean they’re dead. And this family portrait up there is why. 

Chuck by the end of the episode Thanos’ed Becky’s family and then her. But before he dusts her, they have this exchange:

BECKY: No! The kids.

CHUCK: Oh, don’t worry. They’re not dead. They’re just away.

Sam and Dean aren’t dead, they’re just away. They’re put back up on the shelf. Chuck is done with them.

The shelf itself? The Empty. 

My poor friends have had to listen to me ramble and rant about this theory that Chuck and The Empty were working together, and that’s how Chuck managed to get the plot going in his favor. 

This right here is why I think that. 

The Chess Board TM 

Right now the game is not in play. Everyone is set at their starting positions, where they know to be. The position that esablishes their role. Chuck at this point in the narrative doesn’t know where to go or how to start in that direction, so the game is not yet in motion. 

But there’s a chessboard regardless right in the foreground of the shot [thanks jackles] and that’s another metaphor I keep mumbling about to my poor friends. 

If the toy shelf is The Empty, then the chess board is Chuck’s plan; his game. 

In constantly thinking about the Chuck Won theory, I think about who’s left on the field — and no one is. 

Chuck managed to get rid of every threat against him by the end of the show. And, if he’s in cahoots with The Empty, then he knows about Cas’ deal. He knows he can’t tell Cas what to do, but he can put Cas in a situation that’d force him to act. 

So now we got:

Billie — who already didn’t like the brothers, Dean in particular all that much, antagonized against Dean after Dean hits her with the thingy thing she has idk I can’t spell it. Chuck starts dusting people, Dean thinks it’s her. They have a forced hostile relationship, thus putting Dean in a lot of danger. Chuck knows the only way to contain her is to get the Empty down there to get her but there’s no way to do that — unless —

Cas — Putting Dean in a situation where his life is in danger like that would automatically cause Cas to respond. Chuck may not be able to control him but ‘too much heart’ was always Cas’ problem, and while it’s a strength it’s also a weakness that can be exploited at times. So, put Dean in a position where he’s about to die, Cas is going to call The Empty down to get Billie and sacrifice himself in order to save Dean. 

So now Chuck got rid of two threats and they’re gonna be kept there by The Empty who’s working with him. 

Jack — The Empty, working with Chuck, is leading Billie on a little bit with this plan that Jack can be Thee Solution TM but here’s how to do it. However, the plan wasn’t actually to defeat Chuck, it was to prime a vessel for him. If you can’t beat Jack, join him — by... possessing him. In my opinion, this season was about preparing Jack to be a vessel, not to defeat Chuck. Why I think this is because Jack had a monolouge at the end of 1519, but the ‘villain’ in 15x20, Jenny, had 8 words. Jack to Chuck is the villain. But also, ironically, Chuck is the villain to OUR protagonists, and Chuck also knows that. So Jack-Chuck got the monologue, and said ‘Chuck [myself] wrote himself into the narrative, that was his mistake.’ So essentially, Chuck nabbed himself a new ride and is off to the races. 

Amara — Chuck appealed to her sense of love for humanity and this idea of love as a weakness in general and basically silver tongued his way into getting her to join up with him. How on earth did the boys defeat Chuck when he’s literally at full power now? But anyways. 

Michael — I don’t think Michael was AS big of a threat but likely Chuck knew that Michael could be talked into doing the right thing by Adam. But literally just in case as an insurance policy, he feeds Michael and pulls down Lucifer to feed to Jack so Jack can get strengthened up. Adam, his moral compass, is also gone, making it easier. 

Dean, Sam — Just... put them back on the toy shelf. They believe they defeated the bad guy, and just go back to life as normal. Almost way too normal. Like a deep regression. Get Dean out of the way first bc his death was always going to be tragic bc Chuck likes that shit. Sam can live his little life or whatever and then he can bite the big one and go join Dean and they have no idea that they aren’t, actually, in Heaven or reality at all. 

So that’s the chessboard cleared, and Chuck’s calling Check Mate. 

*another side tangent — a lot of folks write off 15x01 to 15x03 but if you take into consideration what was going on, in a broad sense, you get a bunch of souls, trapped in a bubble, trying to escape. And wouldn’t that just be fitting for a continuation? 

Some other things I wanted to note:

I don’t believe Cas is in heaven. For one thing, narrative wise, makes no sense. There’s no Empty rescue, there’s no reason to believe he got out on his own. The Empty CAN hold humans, they just don’t default to The Empty. But Billie threatened to throw them in there so — The Empty can hold humans so even Cas’ fading grace wouldn’t have had an impact. In all the times Cas has died we have had to wait a very long time to see him again. There’s just one time, the season 5 finale, where we didn’t. Otherwise: Season 4-5 hiatus, Season 7, Season 7-8 hiatus, season 12-13 hiatus and subsequent episodes etc etc. To me, bringing Cas back for 15x20 kind of dulls the impact of 1518 which was just one episode prior. There’s just 15x19 between them [and no even if there was a 22-23 episode season it’s still not enough time]. There’s no effort made to get him. Plot beat wise, it makes literally no sense for him to just magically appear like haha hey waddup it’s ya boi skinny penis 

But also, going along with the Chuck Won theory — Bobby had said that ‘Cas helped’ Jack fix up Heaven. How... in the fuck... did Jack get Cas out of The Empty? How. The Empty hates HATES both of them. ABSOLUTELY Hates them. 

Also, Jack said basically he was going to be hands off, and I’d imagine that includes plucking people down from The Empty. 

However, you know who does pluck people out of The Empty? Chuck. Though no, I don’t think Chuck took Cas out of The Empty either. 

But also, The Empty is loud! Everything is awake! We have no reason to believe it’s not because we weren’t given evidence that anything happened up there. Where we left off was: Cas and Billie taken ALIVE to The Empty which is awake and loud now. Nothing else. 

And Jack MADE it loud. The Empty hates Jack, The Empty hates that Cas keeps getting away — they’re not going to just walk in and walk out. 

So that made no sense to me. 

But also on another note: In 15x02 they managed to sneak in that VERY pointed and thematic line of “You asked what about this is real? We are” from Cas. 

Cas is the ONLY one who has escaped the narrative. It’s why Chuck hates him so much. Cas is the beacon of ‘real’. He’s the truth, he’s the antithesis of Chuck. He’s the Free Will guy and Chuck is the Puppet Strings Guy. 

The reason why, if the Chuck Won theory is correct, I don’t want Cas in “Heaven” is because I don’t want Dean to ever EVER EVER question if Cas is real or not. I don’t want him, if Cas is rescued and they all live happily ever after, to constantly be worried at night that he’s still locked up somewhere and whatever is happening isn’t actually happening. 

Cas has to remain this beacon of truth. Chuck can’t recreate him or make an imitation. Cas has to be able to exist as someone Dean can look at and go ‘Real’. So if Chuck Won is correct, and they’re really not in heaven and it’s all a mirage to placate the boys, then I don’t want Cas there. 

I don’t want Cas, The Truth, Reality, to ever be anything other than that. 

#other things to note: El Sol beer and Dean commenting on it for like the first time?? i think ever??? #The concert was for us not for dean #dean doesn't give any more of a shit about kansas than he does any other 70s band #that's not his favorite band #also in 15x04 chuck spikes the lense twice before he gets his inspiration #anyway this has been brought to you by vyvanse and caffiene #don't do drugs kiddos yayyyy #long post #spn meta #spn spec #all of this to say is that i think in the prequel dean is in this 'heaven' before sam gets there and is pulling on the thread #and wouldn't it just be great that leading into the continuation we get the shot from the bridge but as soon as the cameras are 'off' the #colors go back to gray and blue and dean's like we got work to do #bc he figured it all out WOO #okay i have to go burn this energy off #also like — i know people like the cas is in heaven thing and like the heaven thing #and this isn't to diminish that but to just kind put my thots on paper #or a blog post lol #i know it's sad to think that cas an dean may be apart. but i think maybe bc i'm such a continuation truther #i don't think it'd be like that forever anyway #idk #15x20 felt like dark night of the soul #and not a final thing

[incognit0slut]

COWBOY SPENCE! COWBOY SPENCE! WE WANT COWBOY SPENCE!

Fluff. Kind of a continuation to this but not really. 1.3k. Also thank you anon for bringing back my cowboy spence agenda.

Spencer gives you a ride on his horse to watch the sunset.

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"You're not supposed to be here," he said the moment he saw you enter the stable. And he was right, visiting his ranch on a random Tuesday evening was the last thing you should be doing.

Emily had sent you to interview someone tied to the case, and you managed to gather more information about the Unsub, which you shared with her over the phone. But on your way back to the police station, you realized Spencer's ranch was just a half-hour drive away from town. So you turned the steering wheel, hoping your boss wouldn't notice your impulsive detour.

"Well, you're supposed to reply to my text," you shot back, the sound of your boots echoing on the ground.

He offered a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that, I got caught up today, haven’t had the chance to check my phone."​

"I guess some things never change," you remarked as you approached him standing inside the horse arena, hopping up onto the fence. "Give me a kiss."

Spencer chuckled softly, gently patting Mildred's mane as he stepped around her, the beautiful white horse who seemed to acknowledge your presence with a subtle bow of her head. As he reached your side, he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, his touch sending a rush of warmth through you.

This was exactly why you had wanted to see him. The absence of his presence had left a void you hadn't realized until now and you groaned when he gently pulled away. His touch lingered as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, his concern evident in his voice.

"Aren't you going to get into trouble?"

"Maybe," you admitted with a playful shrug. "But some things are worth the risk, don't you think?"

"Emily wouldn't be too happy about that," he pointed out.

"She can do just fine without me for an hour or two," you countered before your attention shifted towards Mildred. "Hey, Millie!"

He laughed. "Millie? You've only met her once and you already have a nickname for her?"

You flashed him a grin. "Well, she just looks like a Millie to me," you said, reaching out to stroke Mildred's soft mane. The horse nuzzled against your hand affectionately, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"I think she likes her new name," he remarked. "Wanna take her out on a ride?"

Your eyes widened at the suggestion. "And break my back? I don't even know how to ride a horse."

"Come on, I'll ride with you," he insisted, leading Mildred towards the arena gate. With a quick hop, you jumped off the fence and caught up with him just as he stepped out of the gate, his horse following behind.

You hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in your eyes as you looked up at him from beneath the brim of his cowboy hat. "I don't think this is a good idea."

He met your gaze with a reassuring smile, his arm outstretched towards you. "You'll be fine, you trust me, right?"

His confidence was infectious, and despite your doubt, you found yourself nodding.

"Alright, let's do this," you said, placing your hand in his as he helped you onto Mildred's back. "Don't let go of me!"

"I won't," he said with a chuckle, and your foot stepped onto the stirrup as he steadied Mildred. With a deep breath, you swung your other leg over, settling onto the saddle.

"You ready?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement. But before you could answer, he smoothly mounted himself up and settled behind you, his presence comforting as Mildred began to move beneath you both.

"Holy shit," you couldn't help but mutter, feeling extremely conscious of sitting so high up on a horse. "This feels weird."

He moved his arms securely around you as he held onto the reins. "You're doing great," he said soothingly, his voice close to your ear. "Just take it easy, you'll get used to it in no time."

His words filled you with warmth, and you couldn't help but lean back against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch. His arms around you gave a sense of security as Mildred carried you forward, and that was when you saw it, the vast expanse of his ranch unfolding before you.

The rolling hills, the sprawling fields, and the distant mountains dotted with trees and bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun painted a picturesque scene that took your breath away.

"Spencer Reid," you mused, your eyes tracing the landscape, watching a group of cattle running around at the side of the field. "You're rich rich."

He chuckled softly, his chest vibrating against your back. "I prefer to think of it as being fortunate."

"No wonder you don't want to work with us anymore."

"Honestly, there’s a part of me that doesn't want to leave all this behind," he admitted, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "But it's not just about the ranch. Being here reminds me of the simpler things in life, the BAU can be... overwhelming at times."

You understood his sentiment, "I get that," you said softly. “I'm just glad you seem happier now."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Spencer's lips as one of his arms circled your waist. "Thank you," he murmured. "I'm actually happier with you here."

Your giggle danced through the air and his smile widened at the sound. With a gentle squeeze around your waist, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Look at the view."

You followed his gaze, looking out in front of you just as he urged Mildred to stop. As the horse came to a halt, you found yourself gazing out at the breathtaking scenery spread out before you.

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The rolling hills and sprawling fields seemed to stretch on endlessly, while in the distance, the mountains stood tall against the horizon.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, the awe evident in your voice as you took in the stunning view.

Spencer's arm tightened around your waist as he leaned in. "Very beautiful.”

Your smile widened as you fished your phone out of your pocket to capture the moment, but as you faced the camera towards the scenery, the screen showed the front camera instead. You both burst out laughing, but then you took the opportunity to lean back against him and angle the camera right in front of you.

Spencer smiled as you cupped his cheek with your free hand, his stubble rough against your palm, before you snapped the moment. You then examined the result, admiring the way he was leaning close to you, his bright hazel eyes sparkling with warmth, with the soft lines of his smile at the corners of his eyes.

“I’m changing this into my wallpaper now.”

His grin widened as you showed him the picture.

"I like the sound of that," he said, his eyes lingering on the image with fondness. Just then, there was a sudden notification on your screen and you exchanged a quick glance with him before opening the message.

Boss Woman: You better not be visiting Reid

Boss Woman: Oh who am I kidding? Of course you are. Say hi to him for me

Boss Woman: But get your ass back to the station right now

His laughter echoed behind you. "It’s like she has a sixth sense."

"I haven’t even told her about us yet," you replied, shaking your head in amusement. "Let's head back before she sends out a search party."

With a nudge from him, he turned Mildred around and guided her on the way back to the ranch. And as the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the landscape in a warm golden light, you knew that this was worth the trouble. You felt the gentle sway of the horse and you couldn't help but smile, placing a hand on the arm circling your waist.

You were definitely going to visit him again.

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[shewrites444]

favorite distraction [xavier thorpe x reader]

[ hi loves, so after a great amount of support on continuing to write on xavier, here is shorter one shot on xav as a thank you for how kind all of you are. please feel free to send me requests and i will try my best to pick up my posting rates again. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ]

word count - 1.5k

[summary: after coming back to nevermore for the next semester, the reader and xavier take out their sexual needs on each other.]

[warnings: filthy dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, protected sex, friends with benefits type of situation, small hint of the plot but mainly smut]

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xavier and i had always been good friends, but after his recent heartbreak caused by no one other than wednesday addams, our connection turned into something far more sexual than either of us seemed to expect. sure, we still had a ton of respect for each other, but using each other to get our urges out wasn't a bad idea on either end. besides, we had been so sex deprived for the past few months, now was the best time to let it out.

so, not even an hour after principal weems announced "lights out", i was already half naked in his dorm room.

xavier's fingers ran through my hair, guiding my head down onto the propped up pillow that rested against his bed's headboard. he pulled his shirt off before reaching over to do the same for me, as i lifted my arms up to assist him.

i laid my back against the blue bedsheets, feeling his lips trail down the nook of my neck and towards my collarbone, his tongue sliding from the heated skin and down to my breasts, which were already exposed due to the fact i walked into his room minutes before wearing nothing but a long sleep shirt and underwear.

"oh, fuck, xav.." i moan quietly and bit off-guard, my eyes closing as his lips attached to the stimulated bud, his lips trailing around my skin while his hand slid up to hold my neck. "you don't know how much i've missed this.."

he grinned to himself, looking up to lock our eyes while he pulled away to kiss me, his tongue sliding between our lips to meet my own, saliva mixing between the messy pecks while his grip on my throat adjusted to a comfortable hold for the both of us, but just enough of a harsh grip to make it clear he was the one in charge.

i wouldn't say xavier was typically the one to take the lead, but he was the one to maintain it best. i figured that after months of no sexual stimulation towards each other, he would have the upper hand, and i wasn't complaining about that.

"you're gonna have to be quiet, [y/n].." he muttered into my lips, moving one hand towards the waistband of my panties, his fingertips trailing down into the fabric. "if you still wanna keep me a secret, that is.."

i scoff, a grin spreading across my cheeks as i look up to meet his eyes. "fuck you."

"gladly." he winked playfully, dipping his middle finger into my juices as he began to finger me, curling the digit inside of me to earn a loud moan, which was muffled by another kiss.

xavier moaned into my mouth, simultaneously pleased through my own pleasure, while he pumped one finger in and out of me, before his thumb attached to my clit, rubbing the bud in a circular motion before i quickly arched my back in response.

"if this is already causing you to shake your legs, how on earth am i going to be able to fuck you? gosh, [y/n], i'm not too sure if you'll be able to take it." he teased, kissing the side of my head as he continued to stimulate my lower body. "how badly do you want it? i don't wanna make you cum too quick."

"oh, hush." i roll my eyes, looking up to him with a grin before leaning up to kiss him once more. "you'd melt at my touch." i say seductively, kissing his cheek before working my lips to his left ear. "if you wanna fuck me, you better be able to make me cum quick. gotta work for it, thorpe."

"fuckkk..." he moaned to himself, adding another digit to my wetness as his fingers fucked me, his pace picking up rapidly through his newfound goal. "you really gonna cum on my fingers, baby? you feel so fucking tight around, you have such a pretty pussy.. god, i wanna fuck you so bad.."

"oh, is that so?" i tease between breaths, glancing down to his hand as his fingers thrusted in and out of me, his rapid pace causing the bed to slightly rock at his movements. i sink into the pillow, xavier's hair lightly brushing against my face as he hovered above me, holding eye contact with me through my words. "if you want my pussy so bad, why don't you taste it?"

he grinned, pulling his fingers out of me after slowing down his pace, sliding them into his mouth before leaning down before my entrance, watching me spread my legs and sliding the two digits into me once again. he begin to flick his tongue against my clit, my fingers running through his hair and holding his head against my stimulant while his eyes locked with my own.

"you are so good at that, xav.. you always are, my god, babe.. just like that.." i praise, glancing down to watch him while he fingered me and flicked the bud, his hair tucked behind his ears, but falling back against his forehead with every move of his tongue.

he wrapped his free hand around my leg, lifting it to rest above his shoulder as he continued to overstimulate my shaking, sweating body. i felt my core tighten at his sensitive touch, his fingers gripping my thigh to hold my arching body down to nearly force me to withstand his tongue pressed sharply against my clit, as i moaned loudly, releasing as he pulled his fingers out of me, his tongue continung to ride me through my orgasm.

he pulled away from me, leaning up to press his lips against my own as i taste my own juices, his erection pressing against my abdomen while he reaches across me to the nightstand, opening it and fumbling inside to grab the condom.

as xavier slipped it on, i sat up, glancing to his now naked body while he helped to pull me off the bed, wrapping one arm around my waist to guide me towards the dresser. i smirk, looking up to xavier as he leaned me down, my breasts pressed against the cold wooden top.

"i wanna watch your face. it's been awhile, hm?" he smirked, kissing my neck as he helped push my body into an arch, guiding his length between my folds and into my entrance, sliding inside of the wetness with one thrust, his balls pressing against the front of my pussy while he began to fuck me, one hand on my neck and the other around my waist.

i moan, looking up to meet his eyes in the mirror while his mouth hung open, watching my breasts bounce with every thrust, his fingers tightening around my neck as my moans stagger at his touch. i chew my bottom lip in an attempt to be quieter, watching him grin in satisfaction.

"you able to take me?" he teased, pumping himself in and out of me rapidly, my toes curling against the floorboards at his thrusts, his balls slapping against my clit with aggression. "or do i need to let you take a break, baby?"

i shake my head, pressing my hands against the dresser as i meet xavier's eyes. "oh, i can take you. fuck me harder." i command, watching his eyes widen in surprise as he nods with a grin, releasing his hand from my neck to meet the other parallel to my waist, thrusting his dick farther and deeper inside of me, making me shout with heavy moans while the dresser hit against the wall, our bodies colliding with each slap of skin.

"f-fuck..! like that, fuck, xav, oh fuck yeah.." i gasp, feeling his length pound my pussy through each and every movement he made inside of me. "you're gonna make me cum again, baby.. oh my fucking... fuck!"

as xavier and i's moans align, we both reach our climax, while he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as he slips out of me and adjusts me stand up, my ass pressed against his body while he kisses me cheek passionately. we both take a minute to catch our breaths before separating.

i glance up to him with flushed cheeks, watching him slip the condom off and walk over to toss it into the trash. he turns around with a heavy sigh, brushing his hair out of his face. "quite a way to start off the semester, [y/n]. always a pleasure to fuck my closest friend."

"shut up." i smirk, walking back to the bed to grab my underwear, slipping them on before turning my shirt inside out. "you always know the right words to say." i tease with a hint of sarcasm as he gets dressed aside me.

i grab my phone from the nightstand and watch him sit on the bed, walking over to straddle him, his hands reaching over to cup my ass cheeks as i kiss him softly. i tilt my head, smiling as he watch him breathe heavily through his nostrils at my teasing gestures.

"how about we start off the weekend with me on top of you, hm?" i say quietly, quirking a brow while he grins in response.

"can't wait." he gestures me off, walking me to the door with his arms around my waist as he leans down to meet my height. he pecks my forehead before opening the door. "text me when you get back to your room. see you then, [y/n]."

"later, thorpe." i wink before he shuts the door, and i turn down the dark hallway and back to my room.

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[respectthepetty]

I think Mark is like… a vampire or something, does he ever sleep?

He is on every GMMTV SHOW!! I just keep thinking of that clip of him in school president when am he says “ I’m playing the vicar, the father and every other character” (or something like that! I forget!

so……. Would you like to Rate the shows Mark has been in? 👀

Anon, I cannot rate the shows Mark has been in because if Mark is in them, they have to be good, but I will rank them based on how much I loved Mark in them because I think he is beautiful AND talented (which is why this badminton world champion is on my list of GMMTV's best actors).

Ranked - Mark Pakin's Series

Honorable Mention - Cooking Crush - Dynamite

I think Aungpao is doing a great job as Dynamite in Cooking Crush, but I can't help but think what it would have been to see Mark in that role as originally intended. It sucks that Mark is overbooked, which I'm assuming was the reason he couldn't commit to Cooking Crush since he was filming Last Twilight, but it's a good problem to have for such a talented man, so I hope he continues to stay booked and blessing me with his face on my screen each and every year.

#8 - High School Frenemy - Chatjen

This show was barely announced, so it's possible it might not even make it to air, but that's not why it's last. The show is a remake of a Korean series, and word on the street is the original was not gay, like at all, which is wild since the entire pilot trailer for the Thai version seemed very homosexual to me! There was a rooftop and everything! But it also looks like our boy is about to be bullied, and I'm not here for it. Therefore, LAST!

#7 - Bad Buddy - Chang

Mark played in Bad Buddy? Notice that is a question and not a statement because, although I don't remember a lot of Bad Buddy because we have beef, I truly only remember Drake and Jimmy as friends since I wanted them to be a couple (Korn x Wai ghost ship!). I wasn't aware of either Marc or Mark playing Pat and Pran's friends. Mark was there when Pat got shot. Mark was there when they told Pran that Pat got shot. He is in the photo outside of the hospital room because Pat got shot, and I still am like, "Was Mark really in the show?"! I even had to look up what his character's name was on MDL. I still don't believe he was in it. I don't care what Our Skyy said. This is the Mandela Effect.

#6 - I Promised You the Moon - Mek

I do remember Mark in I Promised You the Moon, so this ranking is purely because I'm petty and got beef with this series, specifically Teh, which means Mark has to suffer too. Mark played Mek who was Teh's roommate. After Teh FUCKED UP, Mek was nice to him when he really didn't have to be because Teh was being an ASSHOLE to him, but that's why I loved Mek. He could've thrown hands with Teh in that room, but instead gave Teh some tough love by telling him his crying was annoying, and he needed to get it together. Then, he invited Teh to go eat with him. He still could've smacked Teh though and cemented this as Mark's number one role.

#5 - Last Twilight - Night

The only reason this is ranked this low is because I haven't had enough of him in the show. He is not the lead. He is a supporting character (AS USUAL, GMMTV!), so I can't expect him on my screen every single second, but I need far more of him in the last quarter of this series. Also, the show is setting up Night to be the cause of Day's accident, but it's too late for me to feel bad about any of this. I needed to know that information by episode three. Now we are over halfway done, Mork and Day are fulfilling the gay agenda, Phojai is about to get a rich husband, and Night is going to inherit a beautiful family, so let bygones be bygones, and GIVE MARK A LEADING ROLE ALREADY!

#4 - Only Friends - Nick

If I was really petty, this wouldn't have even been on the list because Nick should have been so much worse. He recorded Boston and Top having sex. He told Mew about Boston's non-consensual sex tape. He lied to Boston. And yet . . . I wanted him to do more! Nick could have blackmailed Top. Nick could've ruined Mew's life. Nick could've hurt Ray via Sand! Nick could've been a baddie, but instead he was a saddie. Mark finally got to kiss a homie, but at what cost? I feel Mark could've done so much more in this role. Honestly, all the actors could have, but they were held back, so here Nick sits in the middle. Not good. Not bad. Just average.

#3 - My School President - Thiu

This 'fit alone deserves our recognition because Mark was playing a high schooler yet looking too fine in this top. He needed to put that hotness away around those children. But in regards to his character, as you mentioned in the ask, he was EVERYTHING! He was trying to keep the student council solid since Tinn was too busy crushing on Gun. He was playing matchmaker. He was dating Por all season, and this is not up for debate. He was a director for the band's music video and was basically their manager. Homie was doing it all and still had time to look fine. What a guy!

#2 - Moonlight Chicken - Saleng

I wrote an ode to Saleng being my Thai primo. He lived for the chisme and was the biggest shit starter in the family, yet Li Meng called him first after the accident, and he was right there when their community mother passed away. Aof, who is behind Moonlight Chicken and Last Twilight, really let all the characters shine in this series, but Mark did amazing with the little amount of screen time he had, which gives me hope that his Last Twilight character will rise in the rankings as that series comes to a close. This role was so good that I was torn between this and the one I ultimately selected as number one, but honestly, both roles could be number one depending on my mood. Do I want family-oriented fun times Saleng or do I want . . .

#1 - The Warp Effect - Jedi

The entire cast of The Warp Effect was elite status. Every character was great. Every storyline was good. Every discussion about sex was outstanding. But Mark as Jedi lives rent free in my head, specifically the scene where after working out, he fucks his girlfriend from behind over the kitchen counter! Then, he experiences pain because he has a STI! This leads to an entire education about open relationships, sexual health, communication, and trans healthcare since his girlfriend is trans. Jojo was the screenwriter and director for both Only Friends and The Warp Effect, so I like that both of Mark's sexier roles are due to Jojo's vision, and I hope Mark gets to work again with either Aof or Jojo because Mark is at his best when he is allowed to play an adult man who knows what he wants and how to get it.

And believe me, he could get it.

#Mark Pakin #this man is beauty and grace #and he could slap me in my face #ranking his characters #because why not?

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

Warnings: swearing

Ray held me tightly as he rubbed my back. I was trying so hard not to cry, quietly sniffling against his chest. I felt the weight of Ray's chin on the top of my head and curled further into him, feeling him adjust his hold on me to accommodate me. Everyone in the room continued talking, ignoring the fact that I was moments away from a breakdown and not even Ray could stop it. When his nose made contact with my head, the dam broke. His biceps tensed as he tightened his hold on me, pressing his face further against my head. My shoulders shook with the effort to keep my sobs quiet.

"For fuck's sake..." My cousin trailed off. "What's wrong cry baby?" Ray tensed all over as the voice cut through the group. "Didn't get your way so you have to cry about it?" I shook my head and tried to break away from Ray. He wouldn't let me go and pushed me further into his chest.

"Where do you get off, saying crap like that to them?" Ray shot back. I curled my fingers into his shirt. "Haven't you done enough damage?"

"Ray." I murmured. He pulled back to look at me. "Can we go?" Ray nodded, taking my hand and leading me away from my family. The walk back to the firehouse was quiet, the only noise was an occasional sniffle or hiccup. Ray squeezed my hand every so often, making sure I knew he was still there. As we neared Tribeca Park, Ray pulled me closer to him. He led me into the park and sat down on one of the benched. Turning to me, he sighed as he reached over and wiped away my tears. He cupped my cheeks, rubbing his thumb over them even when all the tears were wiped away.

"I know there's no point in asking if you're alright." Ray breathed out. I shrugged and he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. "Remind me why we went." He breathed out as he pulled me to him fully.

"I honestly can't remember." I said softly, resting my head on his chest. "I know I'm turning them down next time." Ray nodded before kissing my head. "I don't even..."

"Don't." Ray warned. I pulled away to look at him.

"I don't even get what I did wrong." I whispered. "How is asking everyone to stop treating me like a kid not getting my way?" Tears started to well up again and Ray sighed. He pulled me against him and pressed his face into my hair.

"It's not." he said after a while. "Your cousin was talking out his ass. They expect you to have grown up, act like an adult, but when you do..." He shook his head. "They start yelling at you and making it your fault. It's not. It is never your fault with them. Their heads are so far up their asses they can't see how great you are. All that you have accomplished."

"It really isn't that much." I muttered. Ray scoffed.

"Yeah. Like helping save the city isn't much." He teased. "Without you, I would have gone completely catatonic, Peter would have been smushed by a marshmallow because Egon would have rather studied what happened then stop it and Winston would have been the only one left going after Gozer. So do you want to try again?" He squeezed my arm as I buried my face in his neck. "If anything you saved our lives that day. And I'm more than grateful and proud of you for that."

"Thanks." I mumbled, cheeks heating up. Ray chuckled and tilted my head up.

"Always." He whispered before kissing me softly. "You ready to head back to the firehouse? Or do you want to go back to the bookshop?" I shrugged.

"Can we just stay here for a bit?" I asked. Ray nodded and pulled me tighter against him.

"Sure." He said, pressing a kiss to my head. "Anything you want."

#ray stantz #ray stantz fanfic #ray stantz fanfiction #ray stantz imagine #ray stantz x reader #dan aykroyd #dan aykroyd fanfic #dan aykroyd fanfiction #dan aykroyd imagine #dan aykroyd x reader

[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 36: FRIENDS

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

Later that day, when you arrived back at your apartment, you were greeted by Emma, who looked at you with gleaming eyes.

"So, how was your night?" she smiled, eager to hear about your encounter with Cillian.

"It was amazing," you confessed, blushing slightly as you recounted the events of the evening.

"You look like you did not get much sleep," Emma observed, running her fingers through your hair.

"No, we were busy all night," you chuckled, a hint of shyness lingering in your voice.

Emma's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and you could see she wanted to ask more questions.

"Of course you were. I am actually surprised, you know. He is 45 already, and male performance does decline at a certain age," Emma laughed teasingly as you blushed even more deeply, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks.

"Oh shut up," you giggled, playfully swatting her arm. "The sex is incredible and there is absolutely no decline in... whatever you are referring to," you laughed, trying to brush off the remark. But the truth was, your night with Cillian had been nothing short of phenomenal, leaving you wanting more and desperate to explore the depths of your passion.

"So, you are back together then?" Emma inquired curiously, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Yes, we decided to give it another shot," you confirmed, a smile spreading across your face.

"That's great!" Emma exclaimed, clapping her hands enthusiastically. "The age gap?" she then asked. "It's no longer a problem for him?" she wanted to know.

"No. It doesn't seem to be. He regrets ending it because of it," you explained, hoping to convey that Cillian has changed his mind about the age gap being an issue. "He sees me as a woman he loves, not just someone younger," you added, trying to reassure Emma that everything was fine.

"That's good! And you feel the same way?" Emma asked, genuinely interested in your feelings too.

"Yes, absolutely," you confirmed, smiling softly. "We may have a few hurdles ahead, but we are committed to working through them together."

Emma nodded in agreement, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Just be careful. The press will have a field day once they find out about your age and the fact that you were his student for a little while," Emma said with concern before asking you whether Cillian intended to make your relationship public.

"Well, he wants me to attend the BAFTAs with him, so I would say that he does, and I think that this shows just how much he believes in our relationship," you explained thoughtfully.

"The BAFTAs?" Emma asked, chin dropping. "That's big. I think he is nominated as best leading actor," Emma remarked, wide-eyed. "The media attention might be intense, though," she then pointed out, and you nodded in agreement, considering the potential consequences of attending such a high-profile event with Cillian.

"Yes, I'm aware of that. We've discussed it, and I believe we can handle the pressure," you told her, sounding confident in your decision. "Despite, I cannot not go. Kit is going too and I don't trust her," you continued, your gaze locked with hers.

"I wouldn't trust her either Y/N. He slept with her and the fact that their one-off encounter ended up in the paper seems to be too much of a co-incidence for my liking," Emma told you thoughtfully, causing your mind to tick over. "Does she think she still stands a chance with Cillian with you in the picture?" Emma then wanted to know and you shrug your shoulders.

"I honestly don't know, but something about her attitude makes me uncomfortable," you admitted, expressing your growing concern over Kit's behaviour.

"Maybe you should talk to Cillian about it," Emma suggested carefully.

"I can't do that Em. We only just got back together and the last thing I want is sound like the jealous girlfriend," you told her with a sigh, leaning against the countertop in the kitchen.

"Good point," Emma agreed, placing her hand on your shoulder. "But, remember, sometimes jealousy can be healthy. It helps you evaluate what you truly want and value in a relationship," she advised, offering some friendly advice.

"True," you acknowledged, thinking about your previous insecurities when it came to Cillian and the fact that he was sought after by many women, not just you. 

"The worst thing is, we will be sharing an apartment with her in London," you grimaced, recalling the prospect of spending several days in close proximity to Kit. "I don't think I can handle it," you muttered, your brow furrowing in worry.

"But that's perfect. You should mark your territory," Emma encouraged, her eyes alight with mischief. "Show her that she doesn't stand a chance, Y/N," she told you and you laughed lightly, shaking your head at Emma's suggestions. 

"What are you suggesting, Em?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Well, what I am suggesting is that, after the award show, you go back to your apartment and have very loud sex with your boyfriend. So loud that she can hear it in her bedroom too. Make the bedrails creek and ride him like there is no tomorrow, babe," Emma giggled mischievously as she watched you blush again. "She won't be able to resist wondering what's happening in the other room," Emma whispered conspiratorially, nudging you further down the path of her plan.

"Em, please stop," you pleaded, laughing nervously as you tried to dismiss her wild idea.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I'm just playing," Emma laughed, patting your shoulder comfortingly. "Just enjoy the moment with Cillian and let the rest take care of itself," she advised with a knowing smile.

"Now, what are you going to wear?" Emma interjected, changing the subject abruptly. "You need something stunning to wear at the BAFTAs," she told you and you gave her a little smile.

"Well, I was hoping that you could make me a dress?" you hesitated, biting your lip as you awaited her response.

"I was hoping that you would ask..." Emma replied excitedly, already planning out your outfit. "I know, let's make it a red silk gown with a plunging neckline and a floor-length skirt. The fabric will hug your curves perfectly, showing off your killer body while maintaining elegance and sophistication," Emma described, her eyes filled with confidence and excitement.

"Red? Really?" you asked, surprised by her choice. 

"How about black with some lace?" Emma then asked, knowing very well that you were not one for colour. 

"Black with lace sounds perfect," you agreed, feeling reassured by her choice and, over the next couple of weeks, Emma diligently worked on creating the perfect dress for you to wear at the awards. She chose luxurious fabrics, intricate designs, and carefully crafted each piece to fit your unique figure flawlessly.

Two weeks later...

When the dress was finally complete, you couldn't help but feel mesmerized by its beauty. The black silk flowed gracefully around your body, highlighting your femininity and alluring curves. The daring cutouts on the bodice accentuated your decolletage, drawing attention to your cleavage and evoking a sense of mystery. The elegant, delicate lace lining brought an air of sophistication to the entire ensemble, making it both captivating and breathtaking.

As you stood in front of the mirror, admiring yourself, Emma took a step back, observing your reaction intently. "Wow, Emma, this dress is stunning," you exclaimed, turning around to reveal the entire gown. "The attention to detail is impeccable," you added, running your hands along the lace.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Emma replied, her heart swelling with pride.  

"I never wore a dress like this before. It feels strange," you confessed, feeling both excited and apprehensive about the idea of wearing such a bold outfit. "I usually prefer more casual clothes," you admitted sheepishly, turning away from the mirror to face Emma.

"This dress is an investment, not just in your wardrobe, but also in your confidence," Emma assured you, reading your concerns accurately. "Trust me, you'll look sensational in it," she added with conviction, trying to boost your self-esteem.

"Despite, it's the BAFTAs. You have to wear a gown," Emma insisted, knowing that you couldn't possibly wear jeans and a t-shirt to such an exclusive event. "And anyway, it's time you start stepping out of your comfort zone. This is the perfect opportunity," Emma continued, pressing the point.

"I guess you're right," you conceded, accepting the reality of the situation before reminding her that you had to leave soon as a dinner to attend to with Cillian and his children tonight.

***

After having spent the morning with Emma, you made your way back to Cillian's apartment, which is where you had been staying every night since you got back together two weeks ago.

As you entered the apartment, you noticed Cillian sitting on the couch, watching television. When he saw you walk in, he smiled warmly and gestured for you to join him.

"So, how did it go?" he asked, referring to your meeting with Emma earlier today.

"It went really well. Emma designed a beautiful dress for me to wear. She is incredibly talented," you told him proudly, unable to hide your excitement.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to seeing you in it. I have no doubt that you will look incredible," Cillian said, smiling affectionately at you before pulling you atop of him to give you a playful kiss. 

Your heart fluttered, and you felt the heat rising in your cheeks as you pulled away, giggling nervously. You couldn't help but notice the scent of his cologne mixed with the subtle smell of his skin, a combination that seemed to envelop you like a warm blanket.

"I love you, you know?" he then said, tenderly holding your face in his hands. His eyes were full of sincerity, making your heart race faster.

"I love you too," you responded earnestly, leaning in to seal your declaration with a soft kiss just as Cillian's daughter, Nina, came walking out of her room.

"Ew, guys," she complained playfully, rolling her eyes at you both. "Get a room," she said. 

Laughing, you glanced at Cillian, who smiled and gently pushed you away.

"So gross. I still don't see why you find him attractive Y/N, but by all means...," Nina teased, crossing her arms defiantly.

"Oh come on," Cillian protested, giving his daughter a good-natured shove. 

"Well, for what it's worth, I think your dad is very handsome," you teased, smirking at Cillian, who chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. 

"Thanks, darling," he replied, grinning before suggesting for you to get ready for dinner at Bob's house.

Having dinner with all of his friends, most of which you had not met yet, made you nervous. But you knew that if you wanted to build a future with Cillian, you had to confront these fears and be open to getting to know his circle of friends.

You took a deep breath, feeling the courage grow within you. This was not about your past insecurities, but rather an opportunity to connect with the man you loved.

As you prepared for the evening, you slipped into a casual outfit. A pair of jeans and a black jumper, plain and simple. Since Cillian's friends were older, you wanted to appear older yourself and Cillian noticed that you were somewhat nervous about the night ahead.

"You know, you look absolutely beautiful tonight." He said. You smiled, slightly embarrassed.

"Thanks Cillian. I am trying to look, you know, a bit older I suppose," you explained, biting your lip nervously.

"Why?" he asked, clearly confused by your concern.

"Well, your friends are older, and I would like to fit in," you explained with a slight blush. "I don't want anyone to think that I'm not right for you because of my age," you told him, causing Cillian's brows to furrow.

"They won't think that Y/N. Despite, they all already know how old you are" Cillian assured you confidently, brushing aside your concerns. "You're more than capable of holding your own. Just be you and you will be fine," he then said and you nodded, appreciating his support, but still couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety lingering within you.

***

When you arrived at Bob's house, you could feel the anticipation in the air as everyone gathered together in the living room.

Your heart thumped loudly against your ribcage, and your palms grew sweaty with anxiety. Cillian guided you towards the group, introducing you to his friends one by one. Each person greeted you with warmth and welcomed you into their circle. Despite your initial fears, you found yourself opening up and enjoying their company, engaging in lively conversation about movies, books, and travel experiences.

Bob and Lorna, Cillian's friends, were delightfully hospitable.

Throughout the evening, they ensured that you were comfortable and well taken care of. Their warmth put you at ease, allowing you to relax and truly enjoy the company of these fascinating individuals. As the night progressed, the conversations became more animated, and you found yourself joining in on various topics effortlessly.

Dermont especially proved to be particularly charming as always. He shared stories of his life as a radio host, a career which he had recently given up and, after a little while, you even met Cillian's godson, Lucas, when he woke up from his slumber.

His adorable face lit up as he looked around the room, taking in the gathering of people who surrounded him. As he reached out for Cillian, he quickly picked him up, cradling him in his arms and whispering soothing words into his ear.

"Look at you, little man, growing so much," Cillian cooed, gently stroking Lucas' hair as the baby nestled closer to him.

You watched the tender exchange, feeling a sense of contentment as you observed the undeniable bond between them.

"Would you like to hold him?" Lorna then asked you, but you shook your head.

"No, thank you. It's alright, I'm not good with babies" you replied politely, taking a step back to allow Lorna to take Lucas from Cillian's arms.

As you stood there, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for your own childhood, wishing that you could have experienced the love and joy that a family could have provided for you. 

Growing up in foster care was not easy and it made you not want to have a family of your own.

"You know, if you ever have a baby with dad, I will be able to babysit for you. I will even give you mates rates," Nina teased, looking at you while standing amongst her friends, namely Dermont's two daughters.

"That's sweet of you, Nina, but I don't think we will be having a baby. Thank you though," you replied carefully, returning her smile.

"Hmm, never say never Y/N. We started fairly late, and Cillian is still a few years younger than Bob. So, there is time, right Cilly?" Lorna said to you both, causing Cillian to look at you with concern, knowing how uncomfortable you were talking about the prospect of starting a family.

"I can't have children," you responded with a forced smile, hoping to change the subject. "I had an operation a few months ago after an incident and I...," you began to say, and Cillian intervened. 

"Let's change the topic," he said while Cillian squeezed your hand gently, comforting you.

"Okay, yes. Of course. I am sorry," Lorna apologized swiftly, seemingly aware of the delicate nature of the discussion.

"It's fine. Really. Having children is not on my radar, so don't apologise. It's all good," you told Lorna and Cillian gave you a reassuring squeeze again.

The atmosphere lightened as another friend entered the room following a long shift at work. The laughter and conversation filled the room once again, and you felt relieved that the uncomfortable topic had been shifted. You settled into the evening, continuing to engage with Cillian's friends in a deeper manner, discovering a connection with many of them.

The night flew by, leaving behind a whirlwind of laughter, stories, and shared experiences. At some point during the evening, the conversation turned to the idea of a second child for Bob and Lorna. You listened intently as they discussed the joys and challenges of raising a child and witnessed firsthand the genuine affection they held for their son. Watching the interactions between Bob, Lorna, and Lucas solidified your decision to remain childless, ensuring that your relationship with Cillian remained focused on each other though.

You couldn't deny the fact that having a child would create a new layer of complications in your life, something you didn't want or need.

With Cillian being so busy with his acting career, the added responsibility would have only created stress for both of you. You decided to put all thoughts of having a child behind you and instead focus on enjoying the present moment with Cillian and his friends.

The night ended with heartfelt goodbyes, and as you stepped outside into the cool night air, you realized that this experience had transformed your perspective about Cillian's friends. They were no longer just people whom you feared to disappoint, but now individuals whom you had formed connections with through shared laughter and thoughtful discussions.

Unbeknownst to you, they all told Cillian that they really enjoyed your company. According to them, you were a great match for him and the way you engaged with Cillian's daughter Nina, made their hearts melt.

In their eyes, you seemed wise beyond your years and you were a perfect companion for their friend.

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[disco-elysium-via-polls]

FRACTURED BULLET - The bullet is still safely sealed away in a plastic bag bearing the RCM stamp.

You know what? We should take a closer look at this bullet again.

3. Inspect the bullet closer.

FRACTURED BULLET - The jacket of the bullet is made of yellowish metal. It has blossomed out to reveal a dark grey core. The base of the bullet is close to 5 mm in diameter.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Legendary: Success] - The core is lead. The brass jacket probably didn't cover the entire bullet, otherwise the softer metal wouldn't have expanded quite like that.

The rest of the analysis continues the same way it went before.

4. [Hand/Eye Coordination - Legendary 14] Try to determine what type of weapon shot this.

+1 Have the full bullet specs

Damn, snake eyes.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Legendary: Failure] - You can't remember what happened last week -- what makes you think you're going to remember arcane firearm models?

5. The bullet has nothing more to say. [Put it away.]

We can enter this house.

Industrial coal pellets burn with an orange glow.

LITTLE LILY - "Hello, mister!" A young girl, barely four or five years old, sits on the sofa. She is looking at you with frank curiosity.

She clutches a small stuffed animal. Occasionally she twirls it around.

"I heard there was a girl here who has armoured gloves. Is that you?"

"Are you Lilienne's daughter?"

"Are the twins outside your brothers?"

"What's that?" (Point at the stuffed bird hanging from the ceiling.)

"What's that thing you're holding?" (Point at her toy.)

"Good-bye." [Leave.]

LITTLE LILY - "Ooooh." She looks alarmed. "I had gloves, very big ones! Heavy too."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Where did you get these gloves?"

LITTLE LILY - "Found them when Lamby and I were playing hide-and-seek. In an empty house where no one lives! I think someone hid them there..."

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - She doesn't want you to think she stole them.

"And where are the gloves now?"

LITTLE LILY - She pouts. "I hid them. The twins were going to take them. They're stupid..." She lifts her stuffed toy up and looks into its one remaining eye, as though searching for confirmation.

KIM KITSURAGI - "We're going to need those gloves. It's for important police business." He enunciates the last two words carefully.

LITTLE LILY - "Oooh..." She doesn't seem to understand, but the lieutenant's tone has conveyed to her the 'important' part.

"They're in my sandcastle." She points somewhere outside. "Behind our house. Under the sand. You can break the castle, it's not very good."

2. "Are you Lilienne's daughter?"

LITTLE LILY - "Yesssss, I am! Little Lily!" She gazes at you with her big eyes. "You know my mom?"

"Yes, we met earlier."

"Not really, but I'd like to."

LITTLE LILY - "Uh huh," she nods. "Mom is great! You know what's great about my mom?"

"Everything?"

"No, do tell me."

LITTLE LILY - "*Everything*!" She shouts with glee.

3. "Are the twins outside your brothers?"

LITTLE LILY - "Yesss." She frowns. "They don't want to play with me. They're older and play outside!"

"They look the same! Haa ha haa! Sometimes I can't tell them 'part."

"They look identical, right? I said the same thing."

LITTLE LILY - "They look... ai-dent-ik!" She slowly processes the word, then snickers with laughter.

4. "What's that?" (Point at the stuffed bird hanging from the ceiling.)

LITTLE LILY - "It's a *grouse*," she yelps, smiling broadly.

SUGGESTION [Trivial: Success] - You might be able to get on Garte's good side if you make up for the skua you broke?

"Yes, but what's it *for*?"

"Can I have it? I know someone who really likes stuffed birds."

"Uh, okay, thanks."

LITTLE LILY - "I dunno."

"Can I have it? I know someone who really likes stuffed birds."

LITTLE LILY - "Sure! I mean you already took it. I don't like it anyway... it looks angry."

New task: Take stuffed bird to Garte

+5 XP

SAVOIR FAIRE [Easy: Success] - All right. You just need to grab it from the ceiling and go!

I'm sure Lilienne won't mind. Probably.

4. "What's that thing you're holding?" (Point at her toy.)

LITTLE LILY - "It's Lamby! He's my friend. Sort of, like..." She holds the fuzzy beast up to demonstrate.

Lamby is a stuffed lamb that, admittedly, has seen better days. One of the eye-buttons is missing and the fur is tattered in several parts.

"Lamby looks like he's falling apart."

"Lamby looks soft."

"Oh, okay. Well, pleased to meet you, Lamby."

LITTLE LILY - "Yessss, Lamby has lived a long life." She waves the lamb around in the air. "Lamby was a... re.. a rev..." She stumbles on her words.

"Revolutionary?"

"Revacholian?"

"Remote Viewer?"

"Revisionist?"

"Rebel?"

LITTLE LILY - "Yessss," she yelps happily! "Lamby was a re-luz-ion...ry."

2. "Lamby looks soft."

LITTLE LILY - "Yes. Very soft." Suddenly she pushes the stuffed animal toward your face.

Press your cheek against Lamby.

"I don't deserve it. I'm scum."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Press your damn cheek against Lamby, okay?" The lieutenant sounds authoritative -- and surprisingly gruff.

Press your cheek against Lamby.

LITTLE LILY - "Isn't he soft?" She's right, Lamby is very soft. She rubs the white fur against your cheek, then returns the lamb into her lap, cuddling it.

+1 Morale

5. "Good-bye." [Leave.]

LITTLE LILY - "Bye!" The girl's large, curious eyes remain fixed on you.

RUFFLED GROUSE TAXIDERMY

The dead body of a grouse stuffed with some unknown material. From a distance it might just pass off as the real thing. The bird itself looks extremely... ruffled. And slightly grumpy.

Lily's sandcastle is just behind her house.

🎵 Disco Elysium

SANDCASTLE - Weather has not been kind to Lily's little sandcastle. The once mighty towers are quickly eroding away. You can see something shining back to you from what must have been a vast underground catacomb network.

"Broken..."

Reach in the catacombs and pull out the shiny object.

Leave the sandcastle alone. [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "The little castle?" The lieutenant smiles a little. "The reigning lord must have come upon some really tough times to let it slip in such decrepitude."

2. Reach in the catacombs and pull out the shiny object.

SANDCASTLE - The walls and floors give way to the giant's greed, collapse and present you with a pair of ceramic gauntlets.

Item gained: Fairweather T-500 Gauntlets

Task complete: Find the armoured gloves

+30 XP

KIM KITSURAGI - "Congratulations -- that's the gauntlets down, then. We're doing good on the armour collection front."

Just the cuirass and helmet to go.

FAIRWEATHER T-500 GAUNTLETS

+2 Interfacing: Strength in digits

Clenching and unclenching your fist has never been so fun -- the tiny ceramic plates make a lovely clicking sound when your fingers move. The gloves are a bit sandy, but the grip is phenomenal.

A straight upgrade to our gardening gloves. Take that, Medium difficulty Interfacing passives!

Doom Spiral and his friends are not currently here, perhaps due to the rain. Or perhaps it's too early for drunks.

SHIVERS - A drop in temperature. An easy flow of air: an empty street. Before you, a thoroughfare unjammed with lorries. No more drivers smoking on hitch steps. Just... silence.

What did the smoke smell like?

Let go of the moment. [Discard thought.]

SHIVERS - Chemically sweetened. Across the road, a forgotten bus stop; corrosion has opened a hole in its roof. An elm tree watches over the building. Its branches are dripping with rain and snow.

The road is smooth and motley. Craters filled with a black asphalt. The asphalt first laid is grey already. A row of tenements are under construction in the distance.

Who are the people who live across the road?

What about the bus stop?

That is enough. [Finish thought.]

SHIVERS - A tub warm with water, white with soap. A man bathes while radio waves transmit the lottery numbers: 4, 18, 21, 4, 1... A modern washing machine rattles a drawer full of silverware.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - His boyfriend is on his way home. He brings tins of meat and vegetables with him. Their pockets are heavier with money; but only slightly.

2. What about the bus stop?

SHIVERS - #312D. Young girls used to come here, huddled up, hoping for more warmth than their thin coats give them. The bus took them to school. It has not run for eight years; there were not enough girls to sustain its cost.

3. What about the road?

SHIVERS - Craters pocked the surface. Children played in them, until heavy trucks full of black pitch rolled in. The landowners have filled the craters with money. It is a vital artery of flow of trade.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - There's one bump on the road: a dead dog lies flat about two hundred paces away, right at the turn.

4. A dead dog?

SHIVERS - Tragedy came from the wheels of a fast RCM vehicle, hurrying to work. The cold washes over you. The sound of the sea has grown distant.

5. That is enough. [Finish thought.]

SHIVERS - The wind moves the aerosol. A detective stands behind the boom barrier; a breeze moves a curl of his hair.

+5 XP

There's paths heading west and north from Lily's sandcastle. I choose to go west.

A little black swallow circles above you. You hear it chirrup.

The water runs from the west. The source is upstream. A broken pipe?

The beams are splintered. The bridge didn't collapse on its own. Artillery broke it.

Can't get up to this part of the boardwalk from here, but we can go North to the other end of the bridge.

Hidden in the reeds here is... a box with some money?

Bars cover these long, dusty windows.

Another power box. It charges nothing now. It's empty.

The fence blocks the path. No way on from here.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "... and, Mikael, notice the windows? Especially with how there are no windows on the south side? This was to deal with..." A blond man stands next to his son, pointing to the weather-worn ruins. He sees you approaching and smiles...

"You, officers! Come to investigate the historic subtext of West Martinaise? I'm Trant Heidelstam," he turns to the lieutenant. "You must be Kim Kitsuragi, right? I was just telling my son about this building. Not a lot of people realize the historic significance here. Very rich in *hypertext*."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Nice to meet you." The lieutenant nods.

"Hold on. Hyper...text?"

"Wait, what was that about the windows before?"

"You and Kim know each other?" (Proceed.)

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Yes, hypertext," he says, as if it's self-evident. "Jan Kaarp and the collection of cultural hyperlinks."

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - He's just making up fancy words. This doesn't mean anything!

2. "Wait, what was that about the windows before?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Oh yes. So, Mikael, they had to deal with monitor glare, especially in the summer. They still had vector monitors back then. That was 49 years ago. So they didn't have windows on the south wall."

3. "You and Kim know each other?" (Proceed.)

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "No, I can't say that we've met before. But I've *heard* of Kim, of course. Mikael, say hi to the officers." He rests his hand on the boy's shoulder. The child stays hidden behind the hem of his father's coat, clutching to his würm-themed colouring book.

"Mikael's a little tired today. We spent all night trying to run Orbis on his radiocomputer. Have you heard of it? It's a programming language used in Graad. Quite tricky, but he wanted to play this Graad-made adventure programme. We've been getting *really* into würms lately..."

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - The man speaks in the artificial cadence of a professor -- or someone who's been on too many radio shows.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "But I assume you're not here for giant würms when there are so many real things to see. Just as I was telling Mikael before -- this is where the Coalition landed in '08. We could be standing on what is the most interesting landmark in Revachol West." He points to the building again.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - This man is your half brother. You feel it. But *why*?

"What's so fascinating about an empty old building?"

"You look like someone who has money. Do you have any money?"

"Great, thank you for all the interesting information." [Leave.]

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "A-ha, but it's not just *any* empty old building!" He raises his hand to his eyes, springtime sun warming his handsome face. All four of you turn to admire the mural before you.

"What not a lot of people know is -- this used to be the R&D department of *Feld Electrical*. And Feld, which now sells ink cartridges, mostly, was once a top dog in the turn-of-the-century cybernetics boom."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Challenging: Failure] - Hold on, what's R&D?

Look at the building looming over you.

"Wait, what's an R&D department?"

"I don't think I've ever heard of this Feld Electrical." (Proceed.)

FELD MURAL - It looks old and weathered, with seagulls picking apart its stone-and-metal carcass. Bushy undergrowth has taken hold of the collapsed rooftop; some kind of bird has set up a nest on a broken windowsill.

2. "Wait, what's an R&D department?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Apologies, it's an acronym for research and development, they don't use it anymore." He smiles brightly, laugh lines around his eyes.

"You're probably more familiar with *RTD*, research and *technological* development."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] - Mea culpa! You were not familiar with that one either. This man is a book head.

3. "I don't think I've ever heard of this Feld Electrical." (Proceed.)

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "That's not surprising. Only a vestigial ink cartridge and ferrotape manufacturer remains." He adjusts his suit jacket.

"They started out as a midway electronics outfit in Königstein two centuries ago. After an aggressive move to Revachol, Feld became a global player in the emerging personal electronics market of the pre-Revolutionary era."

"Still, Tricentennial was beating them in business machines." He gestures toward the building. "But Feld had an ace up their sleeve. Or, should I say, they were *developing* an ace up their sleeve?…" He grins. "I'm mixing my metaphors here."

"What was that ace?"

"Very interesting. Let's get back to this later."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "It was here in Martinaise -- possibly in this very building -- that they developed prototypes for a..." He pauses for effect. "...*tape computer*."

"A tape computer?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Mhm. An elegant folding mechanism of rollers and ferrotape ribbons, portable enough to be a take-it-home solution, revolutionizing business machines, possibly even bringing them to the average consumer."

"Which is a feat of engineering even today's giants Rehm, ICN, and ZAMM haven't achieved yet." He grins, admiring the sentence he just produced.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He assumes something like a combat stance, facing the wind.

"What happened?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Indeed, what?"

MIKAEL HEIDELSTAM - "The Revolution?" The boy wipes his nose on his sleeve.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Unfortunately their moonshot project never made it to the market." He nods. "Feld's move to Revachol backfired. The Revolutionary government liquefied their assets and expropriated those very advanced prototypes. Possibly from this very building... or one of the adjacent ruins." He pauses, pointing to the other building, then continues:

"All of this was built by Feld, even the boardwalk. Wild Pines built Martinaise proper as a resort for their middle management, Feld built this side of town for R&D."

"You're saying that Feld Electrical built this boardwalk?" (Look under your feet.)

"What happened to the engineers, the company people?"

"What did the revolutionaries do with those advanced tape computers?"

"How did those tape computers work?"

"I wanted to ask something else…"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Yes, they even built a pleasure wheel, but that got destroyed in the war."

KIM KITSURAGI - "A pleasure wheel?" The lieutenant looks wistfully at the horizon, as if picturing gondolas rising to the sky.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Perhaps reminded of a childhood memory? It's clear he would prefer there were a big wheel lighting up the coast.

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Yes. To lure in their star engineers. This part of Martinaise was nothing but reeds before Feld arrived. They had to make the prospect of living here *attractive*. It was supposed to become a global centre for innovation in cybernetics -- but history had other plans."

2. "What happened to the engineers, the company people?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Oh, I'm afraid it didn't end well for the boys." He smiles again, as if he's somehow personally responsible for this bleak turn of events. "But this story is a bit too *dark* for little Mikael here. Now if you were to ask about *tape computers*..."

Perhaps with a higher Rhetoric, we could understand the *politics* of this situation a little better.

3. "What did the revolutionaries do with those advanced tape computers?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "They used them for military communications," he says, while his son looks up, idly chewing on the corner of his würm-themed colouring book. "But also to write and send out press releases. The most notorious example being Le Décret de Mars."

"What was that?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "What's the March decree? I mean the radio transmission sent out to news agencies and world governments by the newly-created Commune of Revachol on the 7th of March in the year '02."

"It's a beautiful piece of text, actually. A singer-songwriter I know -- Charette -- called it a love poem to Revachol on her political concept album 'Bons baisers d'Insulinde'. You should read it. Every local library in Revachol stocks a copy of the decree."

"I tried to get Mikael to memorise it." He looks at his son, who starts giggling, his face hidden behind the book. "*Tried to*. Someone was much too interested in würms to be paying any attention."

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - The kid takes a peek at the green and silver würm on the cover of the book. Already forgetting about this part of the discussion.

4. "How did those tape computers work?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Actually, no one knows. No one even knows what a computer made entirely of tape would look like! But word has it they were *very elegant* -- exquisite, alien-looking turn-of-the-century hardware..." He raises his finger, remembering something.

"Ten years ago, I did a little... freelancing, I guess you could say. I was a special consultant for an exhibition at the Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre in Vredefort, Oranje. It raised the same questions, and we had lengthy discussions with Paul Ockermann, who was head curator at the time -- this was before the twins Keith and Guy Joost joined the team -- trying to..."

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - Wait. Did he just say *Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre*?

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - He did it! He said *Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre* like it's the most natural thing in the world.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] - What the hell *is* a Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre? And who the hell are Keith and Guy Joost?!

"Okay. The Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre? Paul Ockermann? Keith and Guy Joost? What are you *talking* about?"

"Okay. Back to... where were we? Tape computers, I think."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "The Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre for Contemporary Arts." There it is again -- those words. "The exhibition itself drew on Lagerman's notion of memory and so there were some parallels, that's why the head curator Paul Ockermann chose to..."

"You're making this up." (Turn to the lieutenant.) "Kim, is he making this up?"

"Come on, there is no place called the Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre of Arts."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Actually, I think there is..." He pauses. "No, it's too much, he's joking."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "In fact, I'm not. The Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre," he says casually, "is a place you can visit if you're ever in Vredefort, and are ever in the market for an exhibition space slash contemporary art research centre." He clears his throat.

Thought gained: Wompty-Dompty-Dom Centre

"But perhaps I should return to the tape computers. As I was saying, the device itself was very elegant, fragile even. One could write directly on the tape using a special chemical solution. The machine would then analyse the handwriting, perform operations and project output onto a white screen. It was a beautiful, delicate thing."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - Made of black film and folding tape structures...

(Nod.) "Cool."

"Pfft. I've seen cooler things than that."

"The RCM should get some of those."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Even *one* would be very useful," he agrees. "Though I understand the socio-economic causes of the Revolution, it pains me to imagine the revolutionaries setting fire to this precious device. But so they did. The Feld Playback Experiment vanished into the fires of '07."

"Wait, the Feld Playback Experiment?"

"Why did the revolutionaries destroy it?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Yes, the official name of the prototype. Some sources report it as the Feld Playback *Experience*, but those are incorrect."

"Why did the revolutionaries destroy it?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Who knows? Maybe it was an accident, or maybe they didn't want the technology to end up in the wrong hands. Either way -- they're all gone now, all three versions of the prototype. Nothing but debris and ashes remains inside that building." He takes a step back; the boardwalk creaks mournfully in the wind.

5. "I wanted to ask something else…"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "But of course! What else?" He smiles and ruffles his kid's head.

2. "You look like someone who has money. Do you have any money?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "I do have some money, yes, but that's not what's really important here." He brushes it off like it's not a thing at all.

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - He's not gonna give you money, what are you doing? Clearly you were just profiling.

"Could I have some of that 'unimportant' money then?"

"I don't want your money, I just wanted to see whether my profiling skills were working."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Oh, no, I don't have it *on me*, officer, I was talking in more... general terms." He looks uncomfortable, his left hand squeezing his son's shoulder.

"I'm just spending time with my kid here, showing him around the lesser-known parts of our home town... It wouldn't be *wise* to carry huge amounts of cash on such expeditions!"

Whoops, probably should have listened to Authority there.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Easy: Success] - Not that he would have to worry about being robbed -- he looks surprisingly buff. Does he work out?

3. "By the way, do you work out?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "I do some Lo Manthang stick fighting now and then."

"Wait, what's Lo Manthang stick fighting?"

"I'm not really interested in the practice, I just want to know how often you work out. Now and then -- that's what, like once a week?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "It's an anthropological heritage of the Lomanthang people, a martial art of sorts, but what not a lot of books mention is that it also carries a *cultural* significance among the Lomanthangs, as it used to be the best means of showing off to look for a bride, which..."

"... interestingly enough, brings us to the socio-economic structure of the traditional rural tribes of the Lo Manthang isles, which..." He goes on to give you a detailed overview of their way of life, the amiable, slightly nervous smile not once leaving his face.

"But anyway," he says after a while, "I am boring you with details again. You were saying?"

"I don't really remember what I was saying..."

"I'm not really interested in the practice, I just want to know how often you work out. Now and then -- that's what, like once a week?"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "Lo Manthang stick fighting is a little like a pyrholidon addiction," he explains with a little smile. "I've been practising it for nearly 20 years now, so you could say that my doses have grown a little... peculiar."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - Wait. What does this man know about pyrholidon addiction?

"Hold on. Pyrholidon addiction? What an interesting metaphor..." (Study his face.) "Or perhaps not a metaphor at all?"

"So what is it, twice a week then? Every other day? *Man* is it difficult to stay on the right topic with you."

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "You got me, detective." He chuckles, before a shadow takes hold of his face. "But my history should hardly come as a surprise."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Here's a former junkie. I can recognize one when I see it.

MIKAEL HEIDELSTAM - Suddenly little Mikael opens up his mouth: "Dad's fighting with sticks every night after dinner for four hours. He has a special room for that -- *and* a special costume!"

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "That's right, Mikael." Trant grabs his kid into a single-handed embrace, happy to change the subject. "It also has a meditative quality, helps to clear my head... But anyway," he says, swaying with his hand.

4. "Great, thank you for all the interesting information." [Leave.]

TRANT HEIDELSTAM - "No, thanks to *you* for having me and little Mikael here to pick your brain... A very interesting conversation indeed."

WOMPTY-DOMPTY-DOM CENTRE

Temporary research bonus: -1 Suggestion: Outsider Research time: 0h 42min

It's Wednesday evening and something heinously exciting is under way. People have gathered beneath the billowing roof of an oddly shaped trophy building, sipping wine and exchanging opinions. 29-year-old wunder-twins Guy and Keith Joost are the stars of the show, with their bomber jackets and white sneakers -- head curators of this art exhibition. It's the wompty-dom-di-dommiest event of the year and all the cool kids have RSVP’d. Where are you, if you are not there?

FELD MURAL - You see a once-bright mural towering above you. The signage has peeled off over the years, but you can still make out: 'FELD ELECTRICAL R&D'.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - A slogan used to intertwine with the loops a long time ago. Now only a shadow of peeled letters remains. It says: 'Tomorrow is just a whisper away'.

"Tomorrow is just a whisper away..."

[Turn away.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Looks like tomorrow never came." The lieutenant raises the collar of his bomber jacket.

2. [Turn away.]

That was quite the history lesson. I think we'd better take a break here.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harrier du bois #trant heidelstam #mikael heidelstam #little lily

[mooodyblue]

Hi, how are you? I hope you're doing well. Can I request an Austin Butler x Reader with fluff or smut? Whichever floats your boat in the idea. The scenario is the reader is dared to kiss her ex boyfriend during her friend group's sleepover party at her best friend's house. Since her ex is friends her bff's brother and the guy didn't arrive on time to board the bus to get home, he's staying over for the night at the same house reader and her friends are in. Of course, this distresses the reader because wtf? Her friends know that she's happy with Austin and she wouldn't want to hurt him even if it was just a dare. Also the person who gave her the dare was probably looking for some drama and reader didn't want to entertain that person with something that will make her life miserable.

Seeing her distressed, her best friend suggested to give reader a second option which is to call up Austin and have him stay the night. So she did, he comes over and finds that reader is wearing one of his shirts to this sleepover and she explains the whole ordeal while she and bff leads him to one of the house's guest rooms. If you go with smut, reader ends up sneaking off in the middle of the night to see him in his room.

When morning comes and they all have breakfast, Austin catches reader's ex checking her out and he goes and does things to make him regret for ever letting her go.

Lol, gonna leave this here and shoot my shot again. I realized I might be the only one giving you these long requests. Sorry if they're long. 😅✌️

Other than that, I hope you have a great day out there. 😊✌️ —🐴🐎

omg sorry this took me forever to write!!! ty for the request! i love a good long request 🫶🏼

slumber party | austin x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, mdni!! slightly jealous austin, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, very very slight dom/sub thing going on here,

wc: 2k

masterlist

you loved a good slumber party. movies, snacks, and gossiping over petty drama with your friends were one of your favorite past times. it was only past ten and nobody was tired yet. your best friend still hadn’t decided on a movie and everyone else was growing frustrated, the bowl of popcorn on the floor was now half empty. while everyone was pestering your friend, you sat quietly, picking at your newly painted nails. 

in the midst of all the arguing, everyone quickly turned their necks to the front door at the sound of keys rattling, only to find your friend’s brother standing at the doorway. “you have to be kidding me.” you muttered under your breath.

“what are you doing here? i thought you were going back to your dorm.” she gritted through her teeth, giving you an apologetic glance. 

jackson shrugged, “i missed the bus.” he looked over at you, grinning. “hey, y/n. still looking good.” 

you rolled your eyes, going back to picking at your nails as your friend stood up. “you can’t just wait for the next bus?” 

“i’m not standing outside and waiting for the next bus to show up at midnight. i’ll just be up in my room, ellie. you won’t even know i’m here.” he adjusted his backpack and locked the door behind him, barely making his way up the stairs till your least favorite amongst the group perked up.

“wait!” she exclaimed. “join us! we can play truth or dare!”

ellie looked at you, knowing exactly what she was trying to do. if there was anything julie was good at, it was trying to stir the pot whenever she could. she knew how you felt about jackson and how awful he was towards you, of course, she had to make the night awful for you. but maybe tonight would be different, you gave julie a chance. you looked at ellie then back at jackson. he smirked, locking eyes right with you. “can’t say no to that.”

he joined in shortly, sitting across from you in the small circle on the floor. ellie sat next to you, keeping an eye on her brother and giving him dirty looks as he continued to stare at you. it was finally your turn again. you sighed as julie thought up something for you. “you said truth last time so obviously you have to pick dare this time.” she grinned. 

“julie..” ellie gave her a glare.

“i dare you to kiss jackson.”

the entire circle gasped, your jaw dropped. “what the fuck? are you twelve? i’m not kissing him.”

“it’s a dare, you have to!” she crossed her arms.

“i don’t consent to it.” you replied sternly.

ellie looked at the three of you, trying to come up with something else. “oh!” she patted your arm, “i dare you to call austin! a-and invite him to spend the night too!”

“so much for girls night.” a friend muttered in the distance.

you agreed to calling austin, inviting him to come over in front of everyone. he was confused as to why you wanted him at girls night, at least until he sees ellie open the door and spots jackson sitting behind her. she gave austin an apologetic look, “why is he here?” austin asked, looking over her shoulder. 

“don’t get mad.” she whispered before calling your name to greet austin.

your face lit up at the sight of your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. “thank god you’re here.” you sighed. your best friend explained the whole situation with her brother and how her friend was trying to rile you up. 

all the while, austin noticed you decked in only his shirt and tiny shorts, licking his lips before rubbing the back of his neck. “well, thanks for calling me.” he smiled. 

“i’ll show you the guest room, follow me!” she smiled, bringing the two of you to the guest room. “we’ll wait for you.” she winked at you before heading downstairs.

he set his bag on the bed and thanked your friend, wrapping his arms around your waist. “sorry to ruin girls night.” 

you shook your head, “it was ruined once he stepped in the house.” you said with a sigh, cupping his face. “i’m glad you’re here though.” 

he glanced down at your shirt again, “when did you take this?” 

“sorry—grabbed it when i was packing. do you want it back?” you frowned.

“no, no. keep it. i wanna take it off you though.” he smirked. “if only you were wearing nothing under it.” 

if there wasn’t a group of girls downstairs waiting for you, you’d take him right then and there. you brought a finger up to his lips. “later.” 

the two of you went back to the group downstairs, austin taking a seat next to you and keeping an arm around your shoulder the whole time. the game finished and everyone eventually decided on a movie, focusing on that as austin tried to tease you under the blanket, placing kisses all over your neck. you could just feel jackson’s burning stare, full of jealousy. but austin was going to do everything he could to prove that you were his and only his. 

after the movie, jackson went up to his room and you gave austin one last kiss before he headed up to the guest room. 

but you tossed and turned all night. you scrolled on your phone, read a litle and still couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. you sat up and looked around to everyone sound asleep before getting up and tip-toeing up the steps to the guest room, quietly shutting the door behind you. 

you teetered over the bed where austin was sound asleep, taking your shorts off and gently placing yourself on top of his lap. your warm heat met with his crotch, feeling him semi-hard right underneath you. “aus.” you whispered, running your hands over his chest. “austin!” you whispered louder. 

his eyes bolted open, jumping slightly at the sight of you on top of him. “jesus, am i dreamin’?” his deep-sleepy voice coming into play. “there’s an angel right on top of me.” 

you couldn't help but snort, “don't make it corny.” 

he let out a small hum, bringing his hands to your hips then up your shirt, “so you did have no panties on….what were you thinking?” 

with a roll of your hips, you shrugged. “it's more comfortable.” 

austin bit his lip, stifling back a groan. his hands shifted up higher, squeezing at your bare breasts. “fuck, baby. what if jackson saw, huh?” he flipped you over on the mattress, straddling you. “you just want the whole world to see that pretty pussy of yours, huh?” he sneered. “don't you know who you belong to?” 

“i’m all yours, aus. only yours.” you reached over to rub his now, hard cock through his sweats, only for your hand to be swatted away. 

“don’t touch.” he tsk’d, moving slightly to take off his sweats. he crawled up to you, pressing his lips against your neck and nibbling on the sensitive area. he was driving you crazy, his length resting on your thigh as he continued to mark what was his. he wanted your ex staring at all the marks he made the next morning, showing who you really belonged to.

you wanted him so bad, you craved his touch. you were dripping with anticipation, mewling against austin. “please, need you.” you bucked up your hips slightly, begging for any sort of friction against your throbbing heat. “touch me, fuck me. do something, please.”

austin chuckled, sitting up and hiking up his shirt that was still on you just slightly. “so damn needy.” he ran a finger through your folds, lazily toying with your clit as he gave himself a few strokes. “gonna take my cock like a good girl?” 

“fuck–yes. yes, daddy.” you begged. 

he lined himself up with you, grunting softly as he felt you squeeze tightly around him. his hands moved to your hips, squeezing at the soft flesh. “all good?” he asked before going any farther.

you huffed, sitting up on your elbows. “if you ask me one more question and don't just fuck me–i swear to god.” 

his eyes widened, “damn, baby. ‘scuse me for tryin’ to be a good boyfriend.” he pushed you back down and wasted no time, sliding out of you before slamming his hips against you repeatedly. “no fuckin’ wonder. so tight it's got you all worked up, y’needed me that bad?” 

you threw your head back in bliss, “so fucking bad.” 

austin gripped your hips tighter, surely to leave bruises the next morning. unsatisfied, he sat up more and rested your leg on his shoulder in an attempt to get your sweet spot. the gasps and moans leaving your lips left him satisfied. he quickly covered your mouth with his hand as his movements continued, “don't want your little friends downstairs to hear you.” 

you lifted his hand, “no, but i want him to hear.” 

“god, i fucking love you.” he quickened his pace, “make those pretty lil’ noises for me. let him hear how i fuck you so much better, how he's missin’ out.” 

you clawed at the sheets, feeling your orgasm approaching quicker as that feeling began to coil in your belly. “fillin’ me up so good, daddy. i love your cock so much.” 

“yeah?” he grunted, “gonna let me cum right inside you? fill you right up?” 

“please! oh, please, please–” you gasped, feeling yourself clench right around him as you reached your high, juices surely soaking the sheets underneath you. 

austin threw his head back, letting out a silent moan as he filled you with his seed–worrying about the consequences later. he put your leg back down, panting as he hovered over you to give you a quick kiss. “you think he heard?” he said in a breathy laugh. 

“i think everybody heard.” 

austin got you cleaned up, slipping your shorts back on along with his sweats before getting back into bed with you. “girls night indeed.” he mumbled against your shoulder as he held you tightly. he grinned at the bruise forming on your neck, giving it a soft kiss before dozing off. 

the walk down the steps the following morning was almost humiliating for you. austin loved it though. he wandered into the kitchen with you, a pep in his step as he poured himself coffee. “y'all sleep well?” he asked with a smile. 

there was a silent response along with a glare from ellie, shaking her head at the two of you. she'd definitely have to do laundry later, maybe even burn that mattress. you munched on a piece of toast as you chatted with one of the girls about brunch, ignoring the awkwardness with austin. 

jackson wandered in, shirtless and stretching as he stole a piece of bacon from the counter. “too many damn women in here.” he mumbled, he looked up at austin–giving him a look of disgust. he shoved his way past him to sit at the dining table and got a glimpse of you, eyeing at your ass in the tiny shorts austin loved so dearly. 

austin caught on quickly and had enough. he set his coffee down and pulled you away from the group, getting a surprised yelp from you as he kissed you, arms wrapped right around your waist. his hands trailed down to your shorts, giving your ass a gentle squeeze as he pulled away. “those marks are lookin’ real nice this morning. what do you think, jackson? don't they look good on her?” 

your face warmed up, looking over at your flustered ex then back at your friends. you didn't know if inviting austin over yesterday was a good idea or not. but if you hadn't, you wouldn't have had the best sex of your life. but you also wouldn't have to deal with the tension between austin and your ex. 

jackson rolled his eyes, looking down at his phone. austin let you go and walked to the table, leaning against it to meet him face to face. “if i ever see you layin’ eyes on her again, i will make your life a living hell.” he said, quietly. the other man looked at him, blinking nervously before scrolling on his phone again. 

austin turned to you, “so girls, you doin’ brunch? its on me.”

tags: @purejasmine

#austin x reader #austin butler x reader #i spent my entire day writing this help me

[littleseasiren]

Bad Date

Summary: After a bad date, you just want to go to your room and forget about everything. The Avengers want to know who to kill for hurting you, leading to an unexpected confession from your crush, Bucky. 

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of deer hunting, Fluff

Words: Just under 1000 words

A/N: This is the first fic I have written in years, so please excuse any mistakes. I know nothing about hunting either...

Part 2

You rush to your room, hoping no one will be present to see you fume in anger. Too bad you live in the Avengers Tower and you have to pass the common area to get to your suite.

"Hey Y/N. What are you doing back so early honey? Weren't you supposed to be on a date?" Nat called from the lounge.

"I don't want to talk about it..." you mumble as you slowly make your way to your room. Natasha, Steve, and Wanda are on the couch, obviously setting up to have a movie night.

You hear the elevator ding behind you as heavy steps enter the room. "Next time, someone else goes out to buy the pizza. Maybe someone who isn't hated by the public," Bucky called out as he walks to the lounge with 3 boxes of pizza in his hands. His eyes shoot up when he notices you in the room. "What are you doing here, doll? Though you had a spiffy date or something?"

"I just came back... I don't want to talk about it," you mumble again as you clasp your handbag to your side. "I think I'm just going to bed."

"What's wrong Y/N? Did he hurt you or say something untoward?" Steve stands up and slowly grasps your shoulders as worry fills his eyes.

"No, it's nothing like that..."

"Then what's wrong? If he said something or tried something, you just tell us, and we'll take care of him. Promise doll." Bucky passes the pizza to Nat to put on the table.

You sigh in defeat knowing they aren't going to stop asking you until you admit the truth. Your fists clench as you think back on the evening. "He took me deer hunting. On the first date!" You hear Wanda gasp as you continue, the words pouring out of your mouth with venom.

"Who does that? I mean, I get that some weird people like doing that for sport, but you can't just accept that everyone is fine with hunting innocent animals! He didn't even ask me if I would be ok with it!" You gasp for breath then exhale slowly, trying to calm your racing heart.

"That asshole!" Wanda exclaims. "Didn't you put it on your profile that you are an animal lover?"

"I did, I mentioned it multiple times on my profile. He obviously couldn't even take a few minutes to read through it," you sigh as you go and sit between the two women, putting your bag on the floor. Bucky and Steve go and sit opposite you.

"So, what did you do? How did you stop him from shooting anything?" Blue eyes find yours as you glance at Bucky before answering his question.

"How do you know I did something?"

"Come on doll, no chance in hell are you going to let an animal be shot in front of you. We know you too well."

He's right, you all know each other way too well. In the past few months, you and Bucky had become great friends, your conversations changing from simple greetings to deep conversations in the dead of night when sleep eluded the both of you.

"I was tempted to smash in his skull when I told him that I don't support hunting and he just said that I'd get warmed up to the idea. He spotted a doe and told me to be very quiet as he readied the shot. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, I accidentally spilled my coffee on his lap." They all laugh in unison before you continue, "Let's just say he wasn't very happy with me after that, so I told him to take me home."

"Good thinking. He probably shouldn't be breeding anyway," Bucky says, his eyes twinkling with humour as he smiles at you.

"I mean, what crazy guy takes a woman hunting on their first date? Bucky, if you took me on a date, what would we do?" You ask matter of factly. You normally wouldn't have the courage to ask him something like this, but you need to know how a good man would treat you.

"Your favourite Wolf Sanctuary is having an evening walk this entire week. I'd take you there for a picnic, then cheesecake at that cafe you love."

His reply is so fast, you know he must have been thinking about it for a while.

His face pales as he realises what he just said. "Shit, please tell me I didn't say that out loud." He groans as he pinches his brow. Steve pats his shoulder softly in support.

"You thought about taking me on a date? Me personally?" You ask him, forgetting about all the people around you.

"I..." Bucky's eyes fall to the floor before he takes a steady breath, "Yes I have." He rubs the back of his neck with his right hand, his eyes meeting yours shyly, "I've just been too nervous to ask you..."

You stand up quickly and grab your bag feeling his eyes follow your every move. "Well, come on Sarge. That sounds like the perfect date." You grab Bucky's vibranium hand as you pull him to the door. "Don't wait up guys." You shout to the others as you enter the elevator.

"Are you sure about this doll? I don't want to take advantage of you after your bad date." Bucky asks softly fingers intertwining with your own.

"Hell yeah, I've been hoping you would make a move for months. I'm not letting you get away from me now Barnes." Bucky laughs in your ear as you lift your hands and wrap them around his neck. He's so tall he has to bend down to get closer to you.

"You better be careful, doll. Keep talking like that and I'm going to end up marrying you."

"Not until the fourth date," you whisper as Bucky leans down further and kisses you, making it the best night ever.

#bucky x y/n #bucky barns x reader #bucky fluff #bad date #animal lover #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes

[m30wk1ttycat]

coincidence? maybe.

contains: mentions of violence, violence i think?? (can you tell i have no damn idea what to put in here?) pairing: newt x reader

gally broken-nosed, chuck seemingly terrified, jeff and clint worried - yeah, all newt's fault.

perhaps teasing the only girl in the glade wasn't exactly the best idea. not when newt was growing attached to said girl (you). it was like he was a completely different person. he wasn't violent. not ever. so when gally got led away by newt after gally insulted you, you found it odd. because who would suspect the sweet guy, newt, beating the life out of gally? no one.

newt believed in keeping order in the glade. three rules - the 2nd one being to never hurt another glader. but what did he do? beat up a glader. that glader, as suprising as it was, being gally.

gally then returned to the med-jack hut with a bloody nose. you, jeff and clint later found out that it was broken. but how did he even manage to break his nose? wasn't he supposed to be the more.. erm, careful one, since he was a builder?

"come, sit," jeff murmured, sitting him down on one of the beds. gally shot you a harsh glare, but for what reason, you had no clue.

chuck peeked into the med-jack hut, trying to make it go unnoticed by the other three. you saw him, the other didn't. chuck waved you over in hopes you'd leave the three alone and hear him out. knowing him, you knew he wouldn't leave you alone. so you decide to ask clint for a break, to which he agrees.

you walk out, and as soon as you do, you get pulled deep into the forest. by chuck, of course.

"where are we going, again?"

nothing.

"chuck."

still nothing.

"chuck, what's up? you okay?"

he jerks his head towards you, still leading you into the forest. his grip on your wrist hasn't loosened one bit, and if anything, it only tightened. he looked around to see if anyone was near - which there wasn't.

"newt's injured. i dunno what happened, but his hands are all bruised and cut up. he won't tell anyone what's wrong." "what?-"

before you could continue, chuck looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. oh, if only he knew why newt's knuckles were burised..

"please, Y/N. go ask him about it or something. just anything!" he says, hoping his puppy eyes were enough to convince you. this kid was good.. real good. his puppy eyes were impressive, almost. "he's in the gardens," he mumbled, looking away from you.

"wait, wait, how did he even-" again, you get cut off by chuck. "Y/N, talk to him."

you hated being cut off, but this was chuck. you loved him as if he was basically your little brother! sometimes annoying, yes, but he had a heart of gold. he had good intentions, you knew that. "fine. just stop whatever this is."

he immediately drops your wrist and smiles. "great!!" he walks away, and you make your way to the gardens.

there he was. newt, trimming the vines with some shears, bandages wrapped around his hands, hiding his bruised knuckles - same ones that chuck told you about.

chuck was the first one who told you about newt's injuries, since newt didn't come to the med-jack hut so he could get his wounds tended to.

"newt?" you murmured, looking at his hands still. realizing you were staring, you looked into his eyes instead, a red hue speading across your cheeks.

he didn't notice you at first, but when you called his name, he looked at you almost immediately, unable to stop the smile that crept up on his face. such an innocent smile, really. his british accent? a single word from him could make you melt. he put down the shears, just so he could meet your eyes with a smile. feigned or not, it was adorable and only made his face light up, seemingly. "yeah? you need something?" he asked.

great. just great, now i have to come up with an excuse.. "just.. worried about you."

"that's cute."

rolling your eyes at his response just made him grin, completely forgetting about the fact that he was the one who caused gally the nasal fraction. his excuse? probably something along the lines of "sorry, just a reflex, y'know?"

"your hands, newt." pause.. "what's up? what happened to ya?"

such an odd coincidence, wasn't it? not even an hour ago, gally was teasing you about being a spoiled princess, then getting led away by newt. maybe it was a coincidence.. but maybe it wasn't, because how would someone like gally break his nose? how would newt manage to get his hknuckles bruised, if not punching someone or something, at least? you sigh, trying to get your mind off things. things like newt's bruised knuckles, gally's fractured nose.. bruised knuckles, fractured nose..

then comes his answer to your question. "i'll be fine. just a few bruises here and there, y'know?"

yet, you still felt bad. not even knowing what happened that he had ruby red specks - slowly developing into bruises - you sigh, again.

"just don't go around doing stupid stuff, hm?" you suggest with an annoyed grin. in that moment, his both arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he kissed your forehead. "i'll be safe, i promise."

#newt x reader #newt x y/n #the maze runner #the maze runner newt #tmr newt #newt tmr #newt #newt maze runner

[nuatthebeach]

"i'll give you another chance."

part 2 of the compilation "come let's walk for miles." feel free to ask me a quote-themed prompt here on tumblr for more!

comment here on ao3.

"I'm sorry I called you a slut."

"Jesus. Yeah, security!"

Of all the chemistry readings Ginny was subjected to in the film industry, none were as predictable as the one she had today. Golden spun hair, cerulean blue eyes, and a strong jaw, Cormac McLaggen may be on the front page of Hollywood's Hottest Hot Shots year to year, but Ginny considers herself quite confident in her ability to tell the sleazy, spoiled child actor apart from the less sleazy but equally spoiled manchild.

Call it intuition or continuous bad luck, but she only picks up roles that offer these readings for a reason.

"Just name the price, and we can keep this incident on the down low!"

Exhibit A himself, calling out to save face, getting dragged out the door by his own agent.

When Ginny no longer is able to see McLaggan's ridiculously built shoulders in view, she slumps down in her chair and massages her temples.

"Again, I am so sorry about that," her casting director Hermione apologizes, handing her a bottle of water. Ginny flicks open the cap and takes deep gulps, hoping the cool drink will wash the sliminess she feels inside. "His agent warned us that he would play into every stereotype of an entitled actor, but…"

"He's a big name. Big bucks," Ginny mutters in between sips. "You wanted to try your chances, I get it. Just bring in the next guy."

Hermione's sheepish smile turns into a grimace. "Are you sure? This next one's a…"

Ginny raises her eyebrows. "Tax auditor? Zebra?" Hermione snorts. "So long as he's not a dick, I'm okay. I don't care if he's not well-known. Call him in."

Glaring down at her script, she doesn't bother to fix her slouched position, having seen the word lunch printed in black ink earlier that day. Damn, how long has she sat there for? Is today pizza or chicken pesto day? For some reason, she always gets the two confused. Honestly, what she wouldn't give for one of those American oreo milkshakes right about now…maybe she could fit in time for a quick drive-through after all this –

A voice clears its throat.

She starts a bit, ceasing her pen-clicking. Then, she lifts her lashes up from her script. And looks at the next auditionee.

He dresses differently from McLaggen, to say the least. Instead of designer leather jackets and styled, product-filled hair, he wears Champion sweatshirts and dark, messy locks that remind Ginny of raking leaves on a foggy autumn day.

Of fingers teasing scalps and silk threaded sheets.

She shakes her head swiftly.

"Hi."

Ginny straightens, stretching out her hand to shake his. Warm, large. "Hi, er…" She glances down at the call sheet. "Harry Potter. Nice to meet you. Says here you've been a stunt double for several years?"

That would explain the callouses.

"Yeah," Harry shifts on his foot, glancing around the room like he's nervous to be the center of attention. Hmm. Seems in poor taste to be here of all places, but okay.

"What made you want to switch to acting in the first place?" She figures that's a safe enough place to start.

But he only crosses his arms with such obvious discomfort that Ginny fights a cringe, already planning out the words to her polite rejection in her head. He starts speaking, and her wariness only becomes worse. "Acting has been my passion since I was young." Kill me. "From taking on leads in uni theater plays" —do not groan, do not groan—  "stunt doubling in twenty action and horror films, thinking quick on my feet in improv scenes – "

Maybe it's the long day she's had. Maybe it's the sexist twat she had the displeasure of meeting half an hour ago. Maybe it's her craving for oreo milkshakes. Or maybe it's a combination of all three.

But all she knows is that one second she's bored out of her mind, and the next: "If I wanted to hear a list of all your qualifications, mate, I would've reread your CV."

Great. How can she talk badly about spoiled actors when she's behaving like the poster child of one now? Maybe she should call McLaggen and they can start up a support group together. AA for Actors Astray.

Ginny opens her mouth to apologize profusely (and then apologize again after telling him that regardless, he's still not fit for the job) when she sees the man press his lips together.

And hide an amused smile.

"Er," Ginny widens her eyes, thrown off guard. Suddenly, for reasons entirely unknown to her, her intuition whispers for her to give him another chance. "I'll give you another chance." Right on the nose, her intuition. "Just be yourself. Same question.”

A pause more pregnant than a three-humped camel. And then:

"Honestly, I was getting tired risking paralysis falling arse over tits for yet another low-budget film. At least now I'll get paid properly for it."

The laugh that escapes Ginny bubbles out before she can help it, bathing in warmth at Harry's slightly surprised grin in response.

She eyes the witty gleam of his green stare and notes how he hasn't once gushed over her presence since arriving on set. Not much of a celebrity worshipper then. Good.

Just like that, the decision is made before she's conscious of it.

"Right, okay. Sit," Ginny juts her chin to the seat across from her and lifts her script to a comfortable reading position. "Let's see if all that sass is worth something in the end."

He shoots her a grateful but determined smile. Blazing, to match her own. "Wouldn't expect anything less."

She'll take his word for it.

xxx

Turns out, Harry can act his bollocks off. And not just the reading-off-the-script type of acting, though he can do that plenty as well.

They make the tabloids and so do the pics of them walking about the streets, hands swinging between them like a terribly kept secret. When paps ask if they're dating, she simply adds, "And we're fucking too." And when they startle at her audacity, she and Harry break into a giggling, breathless run, white lights flashing from behind like in the movies.

At the premiere, they poke fun at each other's improvised lines ("We should huddle closer a bit…you know, for warmth." "You should have brought a fucking jacket then.") and crack up at shots taken out of context ("That sort of looks like you in the morning." "Shut up, Harry.").

Oh, and there's milkshakes too. Loads of them. Though, he likes the strawberry one, the weirdo.

#hinny #harry x ginny #hinny fluff #hinny drabble #hinny au #hinny au drabble #thought yall could use some fluff after last time

[mlmxreader]

Leading The Charge | John Price x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Can I request

"Woah, calm down, it's only me"

"I don't want our friendship to be platonic"

"Please, I miss the sound of your voice"

With Price and reader, maybe they are long time friends and one misses the other so much that they admit their feelings?

summary: Price comes home with every intention of telling you what's on his mind, only he doesn't immediately get the chance.

tws: depictions of war and death, depictions of animal death, swearing, trauma from war, mentions of age gaps

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"We won't live to fight another day!"

They were the last words spoken by the captain, mere seconds before he had been shot off of the back of his horse; he had lead the charge towards the enemy, soldiers on horseback greatly outnumbered by the machine guns hidden amongst the mountains.

The first shell dropped just three horses ahead of you, and with a great bang and a harsh cloud of smoke, one of the horses reared up; its rider flung his arms out, flailing as the horse turned and ran. The rider dropped dead right by you, but you kept on going; outdated warfare, maybe, but desperate times had called for desperate measures, and your battalion were the only ones capable of such an assault.

Sent to your deaths on the backs of horses, man and beast collapsing and dying; the cries of the men fell on death ears, the sound of the horses, such loud screams of agony and anguish, made you cower and whimper. High command had sent these men to their deaths, and they sent the animals along even more willingly; tanks and machine guns waiting in the mountains to mow down man and beast with no hesitation.

For what? To recover a few stolen tanks? Was that really what you were fighting for? Was that really what you were going to die for?

The rider beside you collapsed, his horse falling to the side with a harsh scream, but you closed your eyes and continued to charge; you wanted to go home. You didn't want to be a part of this, you didn't want to die screaming and being crushed beneath an animal. You didn't want to die like they did. It wasn't until the Lieutenant gave the command to start firing that you realised you were sobbing; absolutely terrified and knowing what was going to happen.

You were one of the lucky ones, you actually survived. You and your horse even got sent back home. But that didn't change a thing; you were haunted by the memories. The wide eyed pleading glare of dying horses. The hoarse and choked cries and screams of men begging you not to leave them alone as they bled out on the rocks. You would never forget the sight of thick blood coating dark grey rocks; you would never forget the way that those guns tore through riders and horses alike. You would never forget.

The nightmares wouldn't let you.

Every night, you would wake up screaming and sobbing; every night, you ended up calling Price to ask him to soothe you back to sleep. He was still out there, and although the nightmares and the haunting were one thing, missing him was another; you didn't like being far from him for this long. He was usually back by now, but he had admitted during one phone call that he had made a pit stop to see Farah and check in on her and Alex.

Price missed you, too, and admitted it frequently; he wished he could be there in person to console you for one thing, but he also wished that he could simply be in your presence. Even at your worst, you made his day. He loved spending time with you, and when he was halfway across the world, he always longed for you; he always said you were his best friend, even though he had moved in with you a long while ago, and even though he had come to realise something horrible.

He loved you in a sense other than platonic. He loved you romantically, and he couldn't admit it.

He was a Captain, he ranked above you by a substantial amount, for him to admit that he felt for you would be to put his entire career on the line; for him to say that he loved you and wanted you to be his boyfriend would be to risk everything he had worked for. He couldn't be with you, even if he wanted to.

He was older, too, and he knew that that would also put him in hot water; to be with someone only three years younger than Gaz would be frowned on, and people would wonder why you were with him. They would accuse you of wanting his money. They would accuse him of using his rank. It wouldn't be ideal for either of you, and he wanted to protect you from that.

Price missed you, though, and when high command told him that he would be going home after he had sustained an injury to his leg, he was more than relieved; he couldn't hold it in any longer, deciding right then and there that the second he got in the door, he would tell you that he loved you, and he wanted to be something other than friends.

Only, when he did walk in, he found you in a less than happy state; he could see that you had been crying, with your back against the wall and hugging your knees, you were still muttering under your breath. Little begs and pleads for them not to send you to the mountains. His heart sank, and he dropped to his knees in front of you.

"Oh, fuck, pup," Price breathed out. He went to touch you, but you flinched. "Woah, calm down, it's only me."

"Don't let them," you murmured. "Please, don't. I don't wanna go back to Blood Mountain."

"Is it the charge again?"

You nodded, whimpering. "Don't let them send me back."

"I won't," he promised, coming to sit beside you. "They're not gonna send you back any time soon, pup."

Although his Scouse accent was usually more than soothing, you couldn't find it in yourself to move, still trapped in the moments of that awful charge at Col di Lana; you could still hear tanks and gunfire cutting through the sharp cries of horses and harsh howls of dying men. You could still feel the horse beneath you starting to panic. Could still feel the gun in your hands. You could still taste the fresh mountain air as it mixed with poisonous smoke. You could still smell death.

"I've got you," Price acted quickly, pulling you between his legs so that your back was against his chest, his arms around you tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. "Alright, alright. Take it easy."

He sat there, holding you and being ever so calm and collected, waiting for you to finally return to him; he couldn't blame you. He had seen this happen to soldiers a dozen and one hundred times, and he knew that the best thing to do was just to keep you safe and let you get yourself out; he just wished it didn't happen to you.

"Johnny?"

"Yeah, I'm here," he replied softly, "here and all yours."

You were shaking, hardly able to speak. "I'm scared... please, don't let them send me back there."

"Relax," he told you kindly. "It ain't gonna happen. You're home, you're safe."

You nodded, but he could tell that you were still unsure. "Please, I miss the sound of your voice... I miss you."

"I've got you," Price reassured. He needed to tell you. "I need to tell you something, but I'm not gonna say a dickie unless you're ready."

"I'm ready."

Taking a deep breath, Price grumbled under his breath. "I don't... shit... I don't want our friendship to be platonic."

"I don't get it," your voice was still shaky, still quiet like you had been screaming for hours.

"I want you to go from being my friend and housemate," he started, "to being my boyfriend."

You nodded, and finally, a weak smile came to your face. "I'd like that... I'm sorry I'm such a wreck..."

"It's alright," Price tutted. "You're alright, and... and I love you, and I'm willing to do whatever I can to make sure you're alright."

You started to relax against him at last. "So... boyfriends."

"Yeah," he breathed out. "That alright with you?"

"I wanted to ask you for a while," you admitted quietly. "But I never got the chance."

"You have the chance now," he pointed out. "But... take your time. You're in a pretty shit place right now, so take your time."

#mlem writes #captain john price x you #captain john price x reader #john price x y/n #john price x you #john price x reader #john price imagine #captain john price x y/n #captain john price imagine #john price #captain john price fic #john price fic #captain john price #cod x yn #cod x y/n #cod x reader #cod x you #cod reader insert #cod fanfiction #cod fic #cod fanfic #cod imagine #cod mw2 x you #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 imagine #cod mw2 fanfiction #cod mw2 fic #cod mw2 fanfic #cod mw2 reader insert #cod mw2

[itjazzbicch]

First Choice

Pairing:  Might Guy x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader and her friends take the time to have a friend's night since they're all home which is a rare event; During their hang out, curiosity leads to Genma, Kakashi, and Asuma asking her who would she take out of all them, surprising them all when she answers, choosing Guy...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) 

Author's Note: I have never written anything for Naruto till now. Guy is my most FAVORITE character so, I had to write for him first lol. I hope it's good and you all enjoy it!

Word Count: 2.2k 

Tag List: @wheeler-omega-kingston 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

"Alright! Alright! I'm getting another round!"

My living room was cluttered with sake bottles, shot glasses, and cards, but I was having such a great time. It was rare to have all of my friends in the village all together rather than being on missions. I cherished times like this and so?

Asuma, Genma, Kakashi, and Guy, my longtime friends were all sitting around my coffee table, drunkenly yelling and goofing around, sending me to my kitchen for more sake. With the way we were drinking, I'd wipe out the whole store if I went out to get more.

"Oi!" Kakashi's drunken slur made me jump even from the kitchen, turning to see him smacking Genma with his Icha Icha book.

"What?!" Genma shot while rubbing the back of his head, "I saw it poking out of your side and was curious!"

"It's been how long he carries that thing around and you don't know what it is?" Asuma chuckled, breathing out the smoke of his cigarette, "Y/N, hurry with that sake."

"I will drink it all myself if you spit another command," I toyed, sitting back down in my spot with it, not letting Genma nor Kakashi off the hook either, "Also, put the porn away. It's supposed to be a friend's night."

"P-Porn?!" Kakashi gasped, flabbergasted by my words, trying to speak but becoming tongue-tied.

Asuma and I got a good laugh out of that, pouring some more shots, but Genma earned my attention when he teased playfully:

"Aww, girly here gets nervous in those situations, huh?"

"Nervous?!" I blurted out more laughs, downing my sake, "Nervous isn't in my vocabulary. Besides, not like you'll ever learn what I'm capable of."

"What about me?" Asuma leaned over, puffing his cigarette and giving a sexy smirk, earning an eye roll from me:

"You boys are something else."

"Alright, out of all of us, who would you take to bed?"

Kakashi's question had them all staring at me, but my eyes were on the sake bottle pouring into my shot glass again and without hesitation, I answered:

"Guy. Hands down."

Okay, now it was too silent.

"Did you just say, Guy?" Genma whispered, all of us looking to see that he still hadn't returned from the bathroom, but I still continued:

"Yeah. I'd take Guy, any day of the week."

Asuma, Kakashi, and Genma all exchanged looks, then busted out in laughter, falling over and holding their stomachs; Asuma smacked my table so hard I thought he almost broke it.

"Why Guy?!" Genma just needed to know and I gladly gave him my reasoning:

"He's a sweetheart, but a beast. Like, have you seen him running around through the village, let alone on a mission? He has stamina for days! And he got some muscle under that jumpsuit, I've caught glimpses."

"Isn't he still a virgin?" Genma wheezed, trying to boost himself up in the debate they were trying to create, "Yeah, he's strong and fast, but that doesn't mean he knows what he's doing."

"Aren't you still a virgin?" I shot back, taking my shot, "Wouldn't trust that mouth after how long you've had that toothpick in it."

"Please stop, I'm crying!" Asuma begged, sitting back up, "Think you had too much sake."

"Oh yeah, you're one to talk," I groaned, snatching the bottle from his hand, but something in the corner caught my attention, seeing a shadow in the hall and it was familiar.

Guy. And he had to have heard what was just said.

To pretend, I went to take a swig of the bottle but made a face, all of them so boozed up they couldn't recognize my horrible acting. Standing up, they all began to tease me, Kakashi snickering:

"Have always been a lightweight! Make sure you drink some water."

"Yeah, yeah!" I huffed, readying myself and just as I expected, Guy was in the hall, leaning against the wall with his head down low. Despite the darkness and his hair in front of his face, the gloom over him was clear as day, I've known him long enough to tell, trying to console him softly, "Guy.."

"You don't have to, Y/N," He whispered, still his sweet self as usual, "But thanks for having my back."

"Hey, look at me," I took a step closer, standing over his thigh, hand caressing his cheek softly to pick up his head and lock gazes, "I know their laughter hurt, but I meant that."

Much like the drunks in my living room, Guy was shocked, but in a good way, eyes expressing that with a small expansion. My busy life was the main reason why I didn't have a man in my life, but for as long as I could remember, I had this attraction toward Guy. There was no reason to lie or hide it anymore.

"Any day of the week, any time of day," I cooed softly, letting him know my words were true, "I'd pick you over them. Every single time."

"You really mean that?" Our shared gaze grew so much deeper and I was smiling when I began to realize how much this was touching his heart, making sure that he was smiling too, going to speak but instead, holding his face with both hands, kissing him softly.

"If I didn't mean it," I whispered against his lips, growing stronger with passion, "Do you think I'd be kissing you, right now?"

He only shook his head, quickly getting lost and when he kissed me back, a strong heat waved over me; he was an amazing kisser and made me wonder why I waited so long to pull a move. Slithering an arm up around his neck, I started getting lost too, till I heard Kakashi yelling at Genma again, Asuma's obnoxious snorting in the background.

"You know, Guy," I pulled back for a moment thinking while listening, then reconnect my gaze with him and smirked, "It wasn't nice of them to say that and the best way to get revenge on someone who doubts you, is proving them wrong."

His little giggle was so adorable, "My sweet Y/N having an idea like that?"

"Oh, come on, you know you like it," I giggled back, grinding down on his thigh softly.

Guy's shifts in moods were very obvious and when I was grinding against his thigh, how big and muscular it was, the curve of it, hitting every right spot against the soft cotton of my tights, his hand latched on my hip and it screamed hunger.

"So," I toyed at his headband that was tied around his waist, looking up softly, "What do you-"

Before I could even finish my sentence, I was smacked with such a powerful kiss, being held up in his arms as he backed me into the bathroom, throwing off his vest and reminding me of his incredible physique once that jumpsuit started to come off.

"You been training harder?" My hands couldn't help themselves, feeling over his chest and how huge it was, those shoulders nice and built too, kissing up his neck, but giggling at how easily he threw me up by the thighs, sitting me on the countertop.

"You really have had your eye on me," There was that precious, bright smile that I loved, loving it more while able to see the dirty thoughts behind it, in-store to see a new beast compared to the one I knew, confidence shining brighter than I've seen when he noticed how I was touching him, hidden thoughts leaking out of my subconscious.

"I told you I meant it," I smiled back, lifting my hips up and letting his hands swipe my tights and panties away.

There was a small silence when I was left with just my crop top, but that damn smile, never seeing a devilish look in his eyes, but still the sweetheart I knew:

"Well, allow me to express my gratitude."

His head fell along with his knees, diving between my thighs and I immediately gasped at how strong his tongue was, circling my entrance then a swift lick up to my clit:

"Holy fu-" I bit my lip to stop myself from swearing, but it was so hard not to, trying to keep myself up straight against the mirror, just to kick the wall, starting to fall back with my jerking hips.

Never have been driven to an orgasm so quickly, the sucks on my clit so hard, and how we could switch between that and those delicious licks like it was nothing, knowing how to drive me crazy already.

"Guy!" I squealed out with a whine, his arms so strong, keeping my legs down and still, tongue working my clit then down inside of me, trying not to crush his head with my thighs, but unable to help myself, hand taking his bangs and holding tight.

I watched with gasps, vision a little blurry from forcing my eyes open, grinding against his face softly while I came undone, his eyes shooting up and showing that he was smiling even with his mouth buried in me, taking my orgasm.

"Damn, you're so hot," I was nearly in a drool, getting a quick adrenaline rush when he picked himself, seeing the line of his cock and the sight it was, throwing off my shirt to leave me nude, needing the air around me because it was about to grow a lot hotter.

Guy was always good at reading my mind, letting his jumpsuit drop the rest of the way, cock springing free and I couldn't keep my eyes off of it, smiling more when he fixed my hips so they were halfway off the counter, taking the time to admire my body, hand sliding up my stomach and under my breasts, kissing over them and up my neck, expressing:

"And you are so beautiful, my sweet Y/N."

He has called me his sweet for as long as I could remember, but in that deep, sexy tone that I was hearing for the first time? That alone about sent me over, hips naturally moving closer when I felt his hand dip between us.

"Fuck!" I whined softly, never being stretched this wide it felt, and even if he was a virgin, he learned something somehow, because he knew exactly what to do, keeping it slow for a moment as I adjusted.

"That better?" He asked softly, looking down to see how much he was feeding and I watched along, nodding quickly and begging:

"Give me all of it?"

He looked up through his bangs for reassurance, which he got and then some when I blew a kiss: 

"Show me why they call you a beast, baby."

No words, he smacked his hips right into mine, fed every inch and my body began to lose control again, arms wrapped around his neck as I threw my head back, moaning out loudly:

"Do it like that, again!"

I wasn't wrong about his strength and stamina, having to keep a tight grip on me to help me stay still, getting drilled into so quickly that I actually couldn't understand, just focusing on how good it felt, the sweet burn in every part of me, how dripping wet I was and only growing with how his tip kept smacking my sweet spot, every sensitive spot in me.

"You alright, my-"

I didn't mean to cut him off, but I was holding on for dear life, bringing my chest up to his, crying out:

"Uh-huh! I'm good! You're so good, Guy!"

"Reaching that good place again, huh?" He kept me in a hug, making me wonder if he was seeing how loud he could get me to moan and scream because it felt like he turned even more beastly, his arms so strong my squirms seized, but hips jerking at the pound I felt in my lower core, sure he was in my stomach.

"Yeah! I'm gonna cum again! Give it to me!" I grew more frantic, hand running up his neck and holding his hair tight again, legs latching around his waist and my body felt like it got sent into space, head snapping back, trying to breathe but pushing out moans, gasping sharply at the gush I felt between our thighs and around his cock, screaming out, "Guyy-yi!"

We shared a loud moan, together feeling how hard I was squeezing his cock, his throbbing making it more intense, exchanging sweet nothings while we recollected ourselves for a moment, till we heard from out in the living room:

"Got damn, Guy! You in there trying to kill her?!"

I could barely laugh at Asuma's comment, glad they heard, because I was right about liking Guy, making Guy laugh next when I said loud enough:

"I think so because I'm in heaven. One hell of a way to go out."

My laughs turned into big huffs, Guy hugged me again and kissed on my shoulder where I was ticklish, joking:

"Hmm, I don't know. I'm pretty sure I'm still here."

"Ah! Guy!" I squealed, scrunching my shoulders so he couldn't get my tickle spot anymore, still giggling when he stopped, but poking my head up to kiss, "I am and glad it's here with you." 

#Naruto #naruto imagine #naruto fic #naruto smut #naruto oneshot #might guy #might guy x reader #might guy imagine #might guys fic #might guy smut #might guy oneshot #might gai #might gai smut #might gai x reader #read and enjoy

[luckydragon10]

KinnPorsche Ep05 Lines of Power

I'm back as always to talk about lines of power, framing, and staging in KinnPorsche! And episode 5 lines were screaming at me. So loud.

First, everyone go admire this short post Til next time by @gradienta. That is some great Line of Power paralleling, kudos! 💖

More of my LoP: [Trailer] [Ep01] [Ep02] [Ep03] [Ep04] [Ep06]

Disclaimer: This episode is a treasure trove of cinematography. I definitely didn't capture everything, but I offer this selection of gems for consideration.

First up...

Ouch. Ouch. Porsche is being spliced by a line of power. He has a lot of emotions and thoughts to wrestle with and probably a splitting headache to boot. The vertical line here helps show his turmoil and inner conflicts (of which I'm certain there are many, all of them fighting for his attention at once).

Also it doubles as a modesty line of power? 😳

I've gone on and on about Kinn being a king in my previous posts. It started right from the Trailer.

But Kinn is not top dog, and this episode clarifies that firmly and irrefutably.

If Kinn is a king, Korn is the emperor.

This shot is jaw-dropping. I squeed when I saw it. So many lines pointing to Khun Korn in the center: the two sides of the pool, the edges of the lower ceilings on either side of him, and then the repeating lines on the walls.

THEN think about the interplay of light. Khun Korn is playing chess in the bright light where he can see all the pieces, but meanwhile he's surrounded by darkness and shadow. He himself is a silhouette, a shadow. He may be IN the light, but he himself is not a creature of light.

I just want to point out the precarious staging of the chairs. They are carefully placed. They cannot be adjusted forward or backward for the sitter's convenience, or they'll fall.

It's like sitting on a chair made of swords but with, like, some subtlety. 😉

Also, isn't it interesting that this is about the brightest we've seen Kinn looking, in that solid white dress shirt? He looks brighter in comparison to the shadowy figure of his father.

Also x2, check those reflections in the pool, because this show will never give up on mirroring.

It's a simple thing, but I really loved this little moment. Kim goes from being very tiny in the shot to normal sized. He may have started as a smaller figure, but his time is coming. He's becoming a bigger player in the game. His role is significant.

I just wish the lighting were better in the second shot, bit of a frustration. See, finally, proof that I don't aaaalways love everything. (Most of it but not always.)

Wowowow. Kinn's a wreck right now. He's slightly obscured by the panel/wall thing on the right, and his face is so artfully hidden (why hello there, jawline of power).

I still wouldn't say this is the reversal I'm looking for to contrast with his outrageous throne-sitting habit, but he certainly isn't looking regal right now.

That first shot, for the love of Pete (love ya, Pete!). THAT FIRST SHOT.

It's a perfect tableau, and my kudos to the actors for making it feel natural and not out of place in the moment. If you're not familiar with a theatrical tableau, here you go:

tableau: a depiction of a scene usually presented on a stage by silent and motionless costumed participants

It's so smooth. We get this tableau for perfectly logical story reasons (both leads have to stop and assess threat), and then the scene continues.

In the first shot, regarding the framing of the wide doorway behind them, what I can't help but notice is that both their arms/sides are almost perfectly at equal distances from the outer edges of the frame...was that a happy accident, or did they have to take and take and retake the shot to get it right?!

But there's so much more! They're in their signature colors, showing their signature class difference with their clothing quality, and Kinn's arm and gun become a line of power straight at Porsche. Porsche has Kinn's whole focus, and it's mutual -- Porsche gives that focus right back to him. In terms of staging, Porsche may be standing and have strength by being at the higher level, but Kinn has a lot of power with the line of his arm and his weapon.

Obviously I can't shut up about this.

And don't miss the shadows on the ceiling! Those are really in Porsche's space, and he's owning that power particularly in the second shot.

Notice in the second shot, the camera angle has changed, gone lower and angled up. We're looking up at Porsche right now, and I feel that in my belly. His strength of character is a GIFT in this scene. I literally said "thank you" to the writers as I took in the dialogue. Porsche, I know this sucks, but I'm in awe of you.

Kim has baggage. His half of the screen is cluttered and dark, and then on the right we have bright baby Porchay, significantly uncluttered.

Meanwhile, in the background, there's another nice but softly blurred dividing line. As in the previous episode, they're divided, but it's not some gigantic obstacle between them like with the two mains (like in that brilliant post by @gradienta that I mentioned).

Emperor Korn Strikes Back! *cough*

Korn is in such a high position over what happens below him (P'Chan's entrance). Doesn't P'Chan look like a little chess piece in this moment? I feel like the square of the railing around Khun Korn creates a window into the world below, and he holds himself above it all.

I really liked Khun Korn in episode 1. And I really don't like him in this episode. I feel like the cinematography (lines, staging, framing, everything) is telling me to beware.

Which, y'know, mafia emperor. Makes sense. But episode 1 really did offer a false sense of comfort and security.

Lights! So beautifully done, such a gorgeous Emperor Korn shot. Really neatly balanced at the corners and center.

But in particular, notice the lights directly behind Korn. That's usually a no-no because it makes faces darker and harder to see. But he's such a shadowy, suspicious figure that it works for him.

Also, everything is tilted slightly to the right, which you can see pretty easily by looking at the bottom of the railing. His plans have just been unbalanced by Kinn's abduction. This was NOT part of the plan, and even the emperor can be thrown off sometimes.

It's pretty. I like it. 💖 (Ya gotta let me have one easy, thoughtless screenshot per post, right?)

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Check out the color theory posts from @antique-forvalaka: [Hidden Messages], [Episode 3], and more.

And may I also recommend @feralpansexual, @yeetlegay, @biochemjess, and @chaoselmo for more meta (just to name a few)?

My other LoP posts: [Trailer] [Ep01] [Ep02] [Ep03] [Ep04] [Ep06]

#kinnporsche #kinnporscheep05 #cinematography breakdown #cinematography #kinnporsche meta

[mermaidsirennikita]

I’m too afraid that a Wallflower adaptation would be absolutely butchered in an attempt to appeal to non romance fans/puritans pushing for sexless media…

I think several issues would corrupt that show, tbh. Those you mentioned, for sure. Imo, The Wallflowers does a superb job of balancing the standalone nature of a good romance and an ongoing plot. You can read them on their own, but (imo) they are MUCH better when read in sequence, especially Winter coming off of Autumn. But if you adapted them somewhat faithfully, they'd all work in a mini-like way.

But of course, I think people would feel the need to have these dumb subplots to make it less romantic. We'd get some bullshit about Westcliff and Simon doing a business thing, Lillian starting her own company, Daisy going out to be proto-Louisa May Alcott/Eloise Bridgerton. I'm sure we'd see Evie getting abused by her family/sexually harassed by her cousin onscreen, because we super need that.

And I think there would be this need to connect things more than necssary. The books do some of it, right? Like, Westcliff and Lillian do get foreshadowed a ton in Summer, and I do think you have this through-line of their life because Lisa LOVES Westcliff, and the series basically ends with their firstborn coming into the world... Until Christmas, which would theoretically be a great finale/special, where you do see more of Evie and Sebastian because Lisa realized by then where the money shot was for fans lol.

But like. I can just SEE them seeding Evie and Sebastian way more than is necessary to create a continuance, and part of what makes their romance so good is that it is so out of nowhere for both of them. I think Sebastian alludes to seeing her in passing at one point, but he was like "whatever" because she was SUCH a Wallflower.

And I do think they wouldn't do the sex justice. Frankly, I don't really think Hollywood is currently casting a lot of men with leading man potential...? Or like, sex appeal? A lot of them read very boyish. I think a Wallflowers show would ideally be diversely cast, I'm not married to like, a blond white guy playing St. Vincent, but I don't even see where anyone is really getting a lot of actors that could pull off the brusque masculinity of Westcliff or the ridiculous sex appeal of St. V.

I mean, it can be done. Before it went downhill and everyone started fucking with everyone's hair, Sam Heughan and Caitriona Balfe were super well cast for Outlander. (David Barry was toooo.) Interview with the Vampire has not one, but TWO super hot and talented men in the lead. It can be done. But then you've got Bton, where they lucked the FUCK out with casting Rege for the first season, they lucked out again because while Jonathan Bailey is ultimately "a random white guy" visually, he's charismatic, very talented, and had great chemistry with Simone Ashley... and benefited from a first season that for all its flaws was way more enjoyable to watch and set the second season up for success, I'm sorry. Every other leading man on that show is "another random white guy". Put the dudes they have lined up against a Sam Heughan, a Jacob Anderson, a Sam Reid--both in terms of having a Distinct Look and Vibe and talent, it just doesn't compare. Mainstream American casting directors currently are not tapping into the type of mindset that like... the people casting Kdramas are. Or, on a good day, the people casting telenovelas and daytime soaps. The well is DRY. Girls? They can still find talented, charismatic girls. But I feel like, in part because there's such a need to make everything wholesome and it's easier to sell a hot grown ass actress as wholesome and sexy versus a hot grown ass actor.

So. Yeah. I don't know. I just don't think it would be done super well, lol.

Also, they'd completely bastardize the St. V plot in Autumn. That just wouldn't be done today. No fucking way. He'd like, shove Lillian off her horse or something lmao. IF that. There would be no kidnapping. Certainly no threats.

And I'm sorry, but that kinda ruins the whooole thing.

#romance novel blogging

[eithneland]

Tales from far away

"...such a pitty innocent souls will suffer, for another's decisions..."

Author's note: New two-part story! Original idea, for all that I am aware. AU: Genshin royal AU with OC insert Story will center around Kamisato Ayato and Jeanette (OC)

Trigger warnings: blood, description of death, mention of war, rather dark themes

The Bekket kingdom bordered the Great Yashiro Empire. Kamisato Ayato was the current emperor of the boarding Empire.

The two kingdoms had always previously maintained a friendly relationship, being trading partners. They had made countless deals, contracts, had united against other kingdoms in wars yet...not everything good lasts.

The Bekket kingdom had made a terrible mistake, leading to war with the most powerful empire. The Bekket kingdom was defeated. After a bloody war, where both kingdoms shed blood. Most members of the royal family, ended up defeated.

Jeanette was breathing heavily, sitting on the cold and hard ground as snow piled around her. It was cold. Really cold. She was holding her bleeding stomach wound, shivering. She had to move but couldn't. The pain was agonizing, whenever she tried to move her foot. She couldn't. She had gotten shot in it, so she wouldn't be able to get away. But she did.

Her will for survival had been underestimated.

Just as suddenly, the sound of horses neighing alerted her. The sound of boots stomping her way. And with it, a man's deep voice.

"She cannot be far....keep looking, soldiers! We have to find her. Lord Kamisato will come soon."

Jeanette grings her teeth together. She wouldn't be caught. Not like this.

She bites her tongue, forcing herself to stand up. She feels a pulse of sharp pain going through her entire body. It was the worst pain she had ever felt. She wanted to scream but instead she dug her teeth in her tongue.

She climbed up a tree nearby, barely managing to stumble to it. She pushed herself to jump from tree to tree, moving away without leaving any footsteps in the snow.

She was in pain. But she needed to survive.

She needed to survive.

Needed to survive.

Needed....

to...

survive...

With a thud she falls to the ground, the branch under her, breaking, under her weight. But that didn't matter. The pain that jolted through her body didn't matter.

She had done it.

She actually did it.

She had gotten a decent amount of distance away from her beginning position. Now, she needed to run.

Meanwhile, while she was quietly suffering from her wounds, trying to get away, the search was extensive and the soldiers searched everywhere for her, trying to spot any trace of a footstep or a dip of blood. Anything.

"Damn it! We had her, but she somehow managed to elude us. Lord Kamisato is going to kill us for this." One soldier said, his anger raising.

"This is not good, this is not good. We need to find her." Another said, he was more panicked than angry, though there was anger in his voice. His heart was beating from the taught of being punished by Kamisato. He felt bad for the princess, but even worse for himself, so he countinued searching.

The search party, who were all loyal to Kamisato Ayato were now more desperate than ever. Because of the silent fear everyone shared, of being punished, if they did not find the princess. And so the hunt continued.

They could not find a trace of hers.

Jeanette had collapsed on the ground, in a thick forest. She was lost, but she knew that the empire wasn't endless. If she walked in any direction enough, she would reach a border. They was her only hope. It was pathetic and she knew it but hope was hope.

She couldn't move anymore.

She was shaking. Her limbs, nose and ears red from frostbite. She was freezing and the gaping stomach wound didn't help. She hadn't lost a fatal amount of blood....yet. Her tongue truly hurt, and was bleeding from how hard she had been biting it.

Her brain tried scrambling for anything, anything she can do. It couldn't think of anything. She couldn't think of anything.

She yearned for survival, tears forming on the side of her eyes. But she wiped them away. She refused to cry.

Jeanette was the last living member of the royal family, of the Bekket kingdom. The princess, who was still a teenager.

Her father had been killed by the emperor himself.

Her mother was killed by an unknown soldier.

Her brothers were killed too.

Her little sister suffred the same fate.

She hadn't gone down without a fight. She did everything she could, for survival. She was being hunted down and she didn't go down.

She did survive, though, she was injured. Her stomach was bleeding, her foot was bleeding from a bullet enchanted with pyro energy, would She was alone in the middle of the woods. She had managed to safely make distance between the enemy soldiers and herself. But was lost in enemy territory. She was in critical condition.

That was never a good sign.

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