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catgirlshauna · 2 months

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holy shit guys really proud of this one hope yall enjoy 😠🗣️

warnings: smut, bad jokes, gp!reneé

words: 2100

being a composer of music was hard, especially when you composed for artists who aren't exactly huge yet. you believe in them the most, though, they're your favorite kind of people to work with. humble, kind, just trying to get to stardom. but your new client had been kept a secret from you by your managers. why? you have no idea. what could possibly freak you out so bad that they had to hide it?

fucking reneé rapp. thee regina george, which was debatable, but you don't care. she is your favorite. yours. her voice is beautiful, her face is beautiful, her personality is by far the best you've seen. she is like finding gold in a pan of gravel, diamonds amongst coal.

today is the day you meet her. you're nervous, you've applied three layers of deodorant with a nice unisex cologne to cover it up. your heart is absolutely pounding, your chest thumping to the beat of the song they sent you samples of. you sit in your studio, which happens to be in your apartment, a luxury you could afford thanks to people like reneé, and wait patiently for her to arrive.

the knock at your door is done to the tune of jingle bells, which did in fact shock you into freezing. it's june? you snort and move to open the door, revealing the happy-go-lucky blonde bouncing on her feet. adhd. or anxiety. you could relate.

“please, come in.” you step to the side, welcoming her into your apartment. she steps in, hands intertwined behind her back as she closely examines the art and posters on your walls.

“beyoncé?” reneé grins, looking over at you for a moment.

“of course.” you reply quickly, hopelessly begging her with your eyes to follow you to your studio. she just smiles, shaking her head and whispering ‘not yet’.

“i like your place.” she muses, picking up books and reading the covers out loud to herself. “like your uh, books, too..” she adds, adjusting the glasses on her nose that look just a little too dirty to actually see out of.

“um, miss rapp?”

“yeah?” you have her full attention now. horrifying.

“can we go to the studio now…? i'd like to show you some lyrics i thought of the other day.” you try not to sound too… pushy? if you did, reneé does not notice, and nods eagerly as she follows you into the closet-like room. ah. you never said your studio was big. you cramp into your chair, gesturing for her to sit as well.

“kinda romantic in here… is that the point?” reneé wiggles her eyebrows under her glasses. you sputter, grabbing the remote and changing the color to a calm blue. reneé pouts. “don't wanna feel romantic with me?”

“not really. anyway, please read.” you push the pages of heavily edited lyrics into her hands. she sighs, adjusting her glasses once again and reading your papers. you hope to god she likes them, because? you don't have an option b. you weren't given enough time, enough warning, that you'd be working with one of your favorite artists in the world.

she ‘mhm’s’ a couple times, puts the papers down, and grins this million dollar smile at you.

“i love it. i knew my people chose you for a reason.” she beams, placing her hand over yours, her thumb rubbing over the skin of your knuckles. “great job, baby.”

the second time you see reneé is unexpected, rather surprising, and had you throwing your phone at the wall with a scream. on your screen appears a picture of reneé, with very little clothes on. the lingerie hugged her curves like rivers hug canyons, the way her tits pushed up just perfectly in her lacey bra, her puffy nipples perked and played with in one hand, and the thong, that left nothing to the imagination.

you wanted to scream again, but you were pretty sure you just woke up your neighbors. the message that popped up after makes you nearly pass out.

hot blonde mommy 🤕: oopsy

you put your phone down, eyes wide and fingers pinched at your nose.

hot blonde mommy 🤕: that was 4 angourie sorry, needed her professional opinion on my nudes LMAO

you put your fucking phone down again, and hid it under a pillow this time. your hands shook, and your stomach was buzzing in excitement. were you about to masturbate? to that? the definite answer was yes, and it was the best orgasm potentially ever.

the third time you see reneé, you're sat next to each other at a big round table, her managers on the other side. it's a business meeting, a very official one, that has you so stressed out you can't seem to sit still. and reneé, being reneé, notices almost immediately. the way your leg bounces underneath the table, the way you pick at the skin of your fingers. she notices it all. and she takes initiative, grabbing your hand into her own and intertwining your fingers. she rubs her thumb over your knuckles, soft, soothing circles that have you relaxing into your chair. she leans over to whisper, “relax, baby. i'm right here.” i'm right here. you flush, your heart racing in your chest.

one thing you love about reneé is how soft she is behind closed doors, how caring and quiet she can be. you find yourself falling deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole of your own thoughts… does she like me? you think as she stares into your eyes, completely ignoring the very important men talking to her. the blue of her eyes, reminiscent of the polar ice caps, makes you shiver in your seat. they're so soft, so kind, that you couldn't imagine looking anywhere else.

that is until… one of your bosses clears his throat. “the meeting is over. did you pick up anything of importance?” he smiles knowingly, the holding of hands seems to not have gone unnoticed.

“yeah. yeah… i've picked up a lot of things.” you clear your throat, letting go of reneé’s hand and standing quite abruptly. “i gotta go but um… this was really insightful.” you give reneé what you hope is a beaming smile, before walking out of the room with a skip in your step. not only were you excited to hit your dab pen, you were excited that reneé seems to feel for you what you might feel for her!

the fifth time you meet reneé… well, she's drunk, on the phone, begging to come over. who are you to say no? of course you were going to say yes! what idiot wouldn't want reneé rapp drunk in their apartment?

she shows up at your door with a crooked grin, pushing her way in as you quickly shut the door behind her.

“haven't been here in a while… anything change while mama was gone?” reneé giggles, kicking off her heels and draping her body over your entire couch. you scoot her over, gently, and sit next to her.

“nah. i know unfamiliar things stress you out.” you say, a soft smile on your face as you stare down at her. she reaches her hand out to touch your face, caressing your cheek with her thumb.

“why do you care so much?” reneé asks suddenly, her eyes wide. her pupils are blown wide, whether it be from the alcohol or the loving stare she usually gives you, you couldn’t tell.

“cause i like you.” you say quietly, placing your hand over her own. she lets out a huff, a breath of surprise, and lets her hand tremble against your face.

“you like me?”

“more than anything.”

it's been a month since you and reneé started dating, and she's been getting extremely handsy as of late. saying sweetly dirty things over the phone while she's away for her tour, her hand settling right on your thigh with the lightest of squeezes to remind you she's there.

you two haven't gone beyond making out and palming at each other, but reneé has made it very clear that she wants more. which is why… well, she's set up a date at her apartment in LA. she promises it's going to be so romantic and perfect, then asks you to open the gift she left on her bed. the lingerie set she was wearing in that picture. in pink.

you nearly pass out when she texts you.

hot blonde mommy 🤕: wear it for me… please, baby?

you don't question it, not at all, and immediately find yourself putting it on. it's tight, hugging your curves, making you look as beautiful as it made her.

hot blonde mommy 🤕: is it on

you set yourself up in front of her full body mirror, sitting on your knees with your legs spread to reveal the parts of your body you know reneé likes best. the picture is sent, and not more than five seconds later she's typing already.

hot blonde mommy 🤕: let me in, baby, i'm outside :(

you run to the door, nearly slipping in your socks on the hardwood floors of your apartment. as soon as the lock is unlocked, the door is pushed open. standing on the other side? reneé, slowly squaring up to you, pressing her chest against your shoulder.

“you look… fucking amazing.” she breathes, embracing you softly. her lips graze the skin of your throat, and you find yourself tilting your head so she can get a better taste. “are you.. ready?” reneé whispers into your neck, inching her kisses towards your ear. she's breathing heavily, nearly panting because of how worked up she is.

you gently remove yourself from her body for a moment, a shy smile on your face. “can i..?” referring to her clothes, which reneé forgot existed for a moment. she quickly rids herself of her sweatpants and sweater, but now that she's in her panties? she makes it a goddamn show. she hooks her fingers into her panties and pullssss them down, revealing her aching dick.

you know you've soaked through your pretty panties already, but you don't care.

“can i put it in?” reneé pants, grinding her cock against your thigh as she pushes you down onto the bed, climbing over the top of you and straddling your hips. you can't speak, you can only blush and whimper out a yes.

reneé positions herself in front of your aching hole, pushing your panties to the side. she’s plunging in slow, her hips stuttering slightly at how tight and wet you are for her. she's had plenty of dates before, ones that ended in mind blowing sex, but for some reason she knew… this was going to be different.

she takes the lace off of your chest, revealing neglected nipples that begged for her full attention. reneé revels in the feeling of eye contact, so brushes her nose against yours, silently asking you to look her in the eyes. you flush, yet your eyes are opening to stare back into hers. she smiles, sickly sweet, before taking one of your nipples into her mouth. her tongue licks at you lazily, and soon her hips start to move again. she fucks you low and slow, like ribs at the barbecues she'd attend with her parents in north carolina.

“you don't mind if i bite, do you, baby?” reneé purrs, digging her teeth into the flesh by your nipple. you arch your chest forward into her mouth, while simultaneously arching your back to get her deeper inside of you.

she quickens her thrusts, her hands gripping at your hips to pull you into her cock. reneé bites her lip to stop from moaning, letting out a whimper. “can i cum in you, sweet thing?” she asks, her voice husky as she whispers it into your ear. you squirm in her grasp for a moment.

“never.. been cum in before.” you mutter, looking off to the side in embarrassment. reneé smiles, oh so sweetly, before pressing you into a more provocative position. a mating press. she whispers a soft ‘fuck’ and speeds up her thrusts.

“please let me cum in you, baby…” she begs, staring into your eyes pleadingly, almost like a lost puppy. you bite your lip and nod, then gasp as she fucks you harder, snapping her hips into yours. “feel so fuckin’ good, so good for me…” reneé nearly growls, her hips stuttering as she plunges herself as deep as she’ll go. you feel all the air leave your lungs as her cum fills you, and can barely recover before she's taking you into a deep kiss. “i can't wait to do this again, sweetheart.”

#renee rapp #reneé rapp x reader

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apocryphiend · 2 months

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writing patterns meme

rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

saw @lunarriviera’s post and was curious! considering i’ve only posted sixteen works in ten years… this will be quite the spread lol

10. it’s been january for months in both directions (jinshi/maomao)

Jinshi’s not sure how long they sit there, huddled beneath the cold open of the sky. But it isn’t long enough.

9. what’s another shadow anyway? (godou yoshito/kudou kiyoka)

Kiyoka tells him that Miyo-san has invited him to dine with them, and Yoshito is delighted, but more than a little confused.

8. in another life, we were arsonists (jetko)

February’s reputation says shes the coldest month of the year.

7. new fruit humming (maiko, zukka)

Zuko has that look in his eye, and Mai knows.

6. sound of water (itafushi)

As much as he would like to argue otherwise, there are very few scenarios in which Megumi would answer Yuuji with an unyielding no.

5. like american money (stony)

The American tips him a thousand dollars and Steve thinks he might fall over.

4. if i’m out of sight then take another look around (zukka)

The grass is cool against Zuko’s skin beneath the trees of the subdivision’s greenspace.

3. the manifold geography of hunger (zukka)

When Sokka wakes, his vision is blurred, and his head is pounding.

2. phantom (todoroki genfic)

Pride.

1. tell me what you know about night terrors (destiel)

Dean dreams.

@lunarriviera talked about wanting to depart from american academic realism… idk if i am ready to depart, because it’s a style that i really enjoy, but i do need to switch it up every now and then.

i’m a big fan of opening in media res, and it shows. so much of my favorite fiction, fannish and otherwise, has that air of familiarity that settles around you from the first word onward, and i really try to emulate that in my writing. i wouldn’t say that it’s achieved yet, but we’re building toward it.

if y’all are interested, i want to tag @sulkybender, @outpastthemoat, and anyone who wants to share!

#my stuff

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ani-coolgirl · 8 months

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750 Pounds of Dirt Ain't Enough

Written for @wincestwednesdays prompt 4: buried

Read here on AO3

It starts when Dean is twenty while he and Sam are held up in some dinky cabin in Colorado in the aftermath of a snowstorm. Dean’s pissed because Dad left him behind for no goddamn reason—Sam’s not a baby, he doesn’t need watching. Sam’s pissed for the same reason, but tenfold because Dean hadn’t argued the point—just mumbled, “Yes, sir,” after he’d quietly suggested that Sam would be fine on his own and Dad had given him a Look before going off to chase his signs and portents. The cold doesn’t do enough to smother their anger and the fact that the weather has them trapped only makes it worse. The storm let up hours ago but the roads are still frozen solid and will be for days yet. They’ve already run through every card game in the book and played Monopoly exactly once. Sam said the Free Parking rule isn’t in the book. Dean said Sam was a nerd and an asshole. In the ensuing scuffle, they lost the car piece and a few hundred in fake dollars. Monopoly’s a stupid game anyway.

They’ve been taking turns digging a path from the front door to the car to the road in the unlikely event they’ll be able to escape this snowy hellhole anytime soon. It’s Sam’s turn and Dean’s wondering if it’s worth the effort of pushing aside three layers of clothing to jerk off. There’s not much else to do around here, and given that the cabin is basically just one big room, there’s no other opportunity to do the deed with any sort of privacy. The only “reading” material is a Sears catalog. The lady modeling sweaters isn’t his usual type, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Before he can make up his mind though, Sam storms back inside, tossing aside his gloves and hat in disgust.

“The stupid shovel broke,” Sam snarls, slamming the door behind him. The tip of his nose and cheeks are bright and ruddy like a holiday card. ”Piece of shit.” He struggles with the zipper of his jacket, fingers clumsy and the metal tab stubborn; he must be freezing. The thought hits Dean like a fastball to the face:

I could warm him up, he thinks. Get him so goddamn warm.

It’s gone in the span of a blink, but the rogue thought echoes through the caverns of his mind. Dean ends up shoving him in front of the heater and calling him a pussy until Sam’s screaming at him again. By the time they’ve exiled themselves to opposite corners of the cabin the thought, if it was ever real, has utterly vanished. Dean’s sure of it.

*~*

It happens again when he’s twenty-two and Sam’s standing in a hole three feet deep—only three more to go. Dad’s dealing with a werewolf in the next state over while they take care of a haunting. It’s their first hunt alone. Everything’s going like clockwork; Dad will be pleased, even if he doesn’t say so. He and Sam work well together, better than usual since Dean doesn’t have to waste time playing buffer between father and youngest. He thinks about maybe treating Sam to a trip to a local museum after they’re done (done a whole day ahead of schedule and Sam loves that nerdy shit) when Sam abruptly stops digging, stabbing the shovel into the ground and looking up at Dean with an unreadable expression on his face.

“You know I’m not doing this forever, right?” he says.

Dean stares at him blankly. The flashlight wanders, shining directly into Sam’s face. His pupils contract and Dean can pick out the bands of green within the dark amber of his irises more clearly than ever before—there are even hints of gold. A brown streak crosses his cheek like a splash of old blood and Dean wants to clean it off with his tongue.

Gorgeous.

Sam swears and shoots him the middle finger, blinking rapidly. Dean orders him to keep digging before the ghost of Harold Maddox realizes what’s what and decides not to wait quietly while they torch his bones. Neither one of them speaks as they watch the body burn or on their way back to the car. Dean still takes him to the museum the next day. When Sam thanks him, Dean wants to be sick. Two months later, Sam leaves and doesn’t look back. Dean’s glad he didn’t—he’s terrified of what Sam might’ve seen if he did.

*~*

He’s twenty-six and the love of his brother’s life has died, it sneaks back into his life like an insidious serpent.

Sam holds it together through the funeral but Dean can see it on his face as the coffin is lowered into the ground—the cracks forming on the surface. They take off while the priest is still talking. At the hotel, Sam crawls into Dean’s arms, still in his suit, and hides his face in Dean’s collar while he shakes.

“There wasn’t even anything in there,” he hiccups trying and failing to bite back his sobs. “Why would they bury an empty box?”

Dean doesn’t answer—he doesn’t get it either—but he knows that’s not what Sam wants to hear right now. He just pushes his hair away from his forehead and thinks—

God, you’re beautiful.

—nothing at all. Sam falls asleep there, wet face against his chest. Dean doesn’t dare move for hours. He doesn’t sleep. It has everything to do with the possibility of accidentally disturbing Sam and nothing to do with what he might dream if he closes his eyes.

*~*

Dean’s twenty-eight. His brother’s twenty-four. His brother will be twenty-four forever. It’s never going away.

He won’t let Bobby bury his brother. He kisses Sam’s cold forehead again and again. He’s starting to smell. There’s no one to hear so he says,

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you—”

over and over until he’s hoarse. Then, he takes a tin box with some graveyard dirt, a bone of a black cat, and his picture inside, and finds the nearest crossroads. The box goes in the ground. His feelings don’t.

*~*

Dean sort of loses track after that.

*~*

It doesn’t matter how old he is when it ends. All that matters is Sam’s missing and Dean’s running out of time.

It’s a small graveyard, but small is relative when there are over a hundred plots where the ghoul might have stashed his brother. Sonnova bitch took a shotgun blast to the skull rather than tell Dean where to look. Over the years, he’s gotten good at channeling rage into focus; now, there’s only blind panic.

He’s lost Sam so many times, that you’d think it would have gotten easier to deal with over time. It’s only gotten worse. And this time would be the worst of them all, because if he’s not at least there to hold him while it happens... well, he’s got plenty of shotgun shells left.

There are no leads, no clues. He can’t even go the obvious route and look for any freshly dug graves because, A) it’s a historic site, meaning there haven’t been any funerals there in decades, and B) last night’s rainstorm would’ve washed away any evidence anyhow. Dean drops. He might just be sick. Every goddam plot looks the same, how can he figure it out if they all look the same—

“Stop,” the Sam in his mind orders. “Breathe. You can figure this out. Look again.”

Dean’s got nothing left to lose. He obeys.

A field of crumbling headstones. No obvious starting points like a tomb. Even though it’s a historic cemetery it’s not very well maintained. Obviously, nobody’s been around for a while, since most of the stones are overgrown with ivy—

Which is why the one grave in the west corner of the field with a single fresh rose on it is so goddamn odd.

Dean sprints to the grave. At some point while he digs, the shovel slips out of his grip; he claws at the ground with his hands. Every inch of him is covered in mud. He can taste it on his teeth.

He almost weeps when his fingertips strike wood. The ghoul didn’t even bother putting Sam in a real casket. It’s just a pine box, barely big enough to hold him—maybe he meant to grab Dean instead. Doesn’t matter. He rips it open and thinks he pulls off half a fingernail in the process but doesn’t give a shit because...

There’s Sam. Curled on his side and very, very still. Dean touches his face and it’s cold. Before the terror can completely overtake him, Sam blinks and coughs. He looks up at Dean and smiles.

“What took you?” he asks.

They’ve had a million close calls. The millionth and first isn’t so special.

And yet.

Sam.

Dean hauls Sam out of the box and into his arms. Sam doesn’t fight him and doesn’t seem to think there’s anything at all odd about the way Dean checks him over. Even laughs when Dean gets muck in his hair and on his face. He only gets quiet when Dean cups his face in his muddy hands.

There’s too much he wants to say and he can’t find a way the right way to say it. So he doesn’t. When Dean kisses him, Sam doesn’t seem surprised. “Why now?” he asks when they separate. Dean doesn’t have an answer. All he knows is that whatever he’s unearthed can’t ever be buried again now that it’s seen the sun. Dean’s not sure why he bothered trying to bury it in the first place.

#wincest #wincest wednesday #supernatural #spn #my fic

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zaevauhm · 1 year

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Barcelona 3/4

word count 5.9k

mentions of sex + anxiety

‘’No more escaping me now.’’ He quietly said, as he stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, watching you as you looked out of the window of his hotel room, into the darkness.

His smell, his warmth around you was so captivating. You couldn’t lie, feeling his chest pressing against your back, was intimidating. There was no way around it, but you had to pull it together. Enjoy it, for as long as it would last.

You moved your head a little, meeting his eyes, completely losing yourself in them, again. ‘’I don’t think I want to.’’ Your smile made him feel warm inside. A warmth he hasn’t felt in so long, similar to you.

Even your quiet moments had started to feel more peaceful now, even though you felt the nerves rushing through your body and your heart pounding against your ribs.

‘’Come.’’ Lewis spoke, walking over to the bed.

Frozen, you looked his way for a few seconds before opening your mouth. ‘’Lewis…’’ You began.

‘’Don’t worry.’’ He chuckled at your shyness, making you blush.

‘’I promise nothing is going to happen.’’

Nothing physically, you thought.

‘’Not even if I’ll want to?’’

Lewis took a second to answer you, coming to the conclusion that it was better to protect you from himself, for now.

‘’No.’’

You sat down on the bed across from to him, as the two of you started to get to know each other. You told him about your job, about your university, a little about yourself even. Somehow in complete peace, being completely yourself, despite the fact that you were sitting here with the person who your world has been revolving around for months. The man you’ve been thinking and dreaming about daily. Then the obvious question came; how could a girl like you be single? If only you had a dollar for every time this question was asked, you thought. He seemed surprised by the fact that you had been by yourself for so long, he couldn’t quite believe it. ‘’So… Really nothing?’’ He asks. ‘’All those years?’’

‘’Mhm.’’

It sparked something in him, the facts about your innocence, despite all of the obvious attention.

What you adored about him was the way you noticed how much attention he paid to you, to every little detail. He seemed so genuinely interested. You explained that you had to be back at the track tomorrow as well, immediately seeing his eyes sparkle with joy.

‘’So, you’ll accompany me?’’

‘’I think I won’t arrive as early as you, but I’ll make sure to come by and say hi.’’

‘’I’ll settle with that.’’ Lewis said. ‘’For now.’’ He added, softly, winning another blushing you. The man was the most beautiful creature you had ever laid your eyes on, the closer he got to you, the more you felt your cheeks getting completely flushed.

‘’Well, let’s get you changed.’’ He looked at the uncomfortably tight jeans that you were in since the afternoon. ‘’You can’t tell me you’re comfortable like that.’’

‘’What should I wear?’’

He walked over to the bathroom and a few seconds later, came back with a black oversized T-shirt and some matching black, soft sweats.

‘’These will look nice on you.’’ He smiled. ‘’Go change, I’ll wait here for you.’’

You made your way into the bathroom, almost completely closing the door behind you, leaving just a peek of it open. You were able to do most of your nighttime routine just fine, as your makeup was a complete mess anyway. It didn’t take much effort to remove the remaining bits and put on some moisturizer. Quickly you adjusted the few things you wore in the mirror, before you froze as your eyes met Lewis’. He was looking right at you by accident, you knew he didn’t mean to, but your eyes locked as you were standing in nothing more than your black string and a black T shirt that belonged to him. Your heart nearly jumped out of your body. For a second you were doubting whether or not to wear the sweatpants, but as you felt your whole body heating up, you decided not to. Oh well, he had seen you now anyways. You tried your best to not let your shyness get to you and carry on like nothing happened.

After finishing up, brushing your teeth, putting your hair back up, you walked back to Lewis. Wearing nothing but the oversized T shirt, he looked over you as if he was the mesmerized one now. ‘’You look good in my clothes.’’ He spoke softly, as you noticed he had gotten a little shy. Embarrassed maybe? You weren’t completely sure, but you didn’t really mind either way. Somehow having been partly exposed to him just gave you more butterflies.

‘’So do you.’’

You grabbed your clutch where you found your phone that you had not touched for the past 3 hours, only to find 5 missed calls from your best friend, and that it was much later than you thought. 2:16 AM. You texted her, made sure she knew you were okay, and put your phone next to you on the nightstand. You’d have some explaining to do by morning.

You laid down on your side, playing slowly with the stitches of the bottom of the shirt, Lewis looking at you, taking in the sight of his newfound happiness.

All you wanted at this very moment was to be close to him, to feel him. To know what it would be like to have him around you. But you were scared. You didn’t want to cross any lines or have him get the wrong idea of you. He noticed you were getting tired, and for the third time, making physical contact. He took your hand, pulling it closer to him, as the rest of your body slowly followed into his.

Your hands were on his chest, your whole body stuck to his, with his two big arms firmly wrapped around you.

The moment was starting to feel unreal at this point, nerves slowly hitting you again and again.

‘’Am I scaring you?’’ He asks.

‘’Quite the opposite, I’m afraid. Why do you ask?’’

‘’Your heart is racing.’’

You felt it too, you still needed some time to get used to being close to anyone, and in this case, not just anyone. He held you, in the same position, speaking softly to you, until you felt sleep starting to come over you. A faded yawn left your mouth, your face was now softly burried in his chest.

‘’Can you promise me one thing?’’ You ask.

‘’Tell me.’’

‘’Please don’t let this be a dream I’ll wake up from tomorrow.’’

He kissed you softly on your head.

‘’Sleep, baby. I’m right here. You’re not dreaming anymore.’’

You woke up to Lewis slowly drawing circles on your ribs. You had turned around in your sleep, Lewis right behind you. He is leaning on his other elbow, reading something on his phone, right above you. For the first time in years, you woke up without worries. Without anxious feelings, without slightly panicking. How unfamiliar. You felt safe, happy and secure. Without a single clue on how you were going to recover from this heartbreak that was bound to come. Still, you couldn’t get yourself not to go with him last night. You had to experience this joy, no matter how badly the pain of separating from Lewis was going to be. Don’t think about it, not just yet.

‘’Hi sleepy head.’’ He whispers and places a kiss on your upper arm.

‘’Hi.’’ You mumble back. ‘’What time is it?’’

‘’7 AM.’’

‘’Aren’t you late?’’

‘’No, my testing is during the afternoon, and I already supported George yesterday, he’ll be fine.’’

‘’Mhmmm.’’ You yawned as you sleepily buried your face back into his chest.

‘’What is that?’’ Lewis started to tease you. Pinching your sides, making you giggle, as you tried to push him off of you. He was towering half above you now, and as your giggles stopped, he looked down at you, his thoughts easily readable. He desperately wanted you, wanted something to happen between the two of you, despite knowing it wasn’t the best timing.

For a few seconds, your eyes were locked with his, until you mumbled that you were still tired. You weren’t, and Lewis knew it, you just had to make something up to get out of the grip he held you in. It was just too soon.

Lewis arrived at the circuit not long after, leaving you with Layla to get dressed. She was barely awake when you entered your hotel room, jumping up, nevertheless. Hearing you out about everything. Being the excited; loveable best friend you needed her to be.

‘’So… Go on?’’

‘’What? I told you everything.’’

‘’Nothing happened?’’ She looked at you, slightly confused.

‘’No, I didn’t want anything to happen, and I’m pretty sure he felt the same way.’’ You spoke.

She let you know that she had agreed; that it wouldn’t make sense to rush things, it was probably the more responsible decision.

Arriving at the circuit during the early afternoon, you were delighted to be greeted by familiar faces. You walked the same route as yesterday, walking towards the RedBull garage to meet a certain engineer. He was cute, you thought. Apparently, they hit it off quite well, and he had even asked her out on a date tonight. You were genuinely super happy for your bestie, knowing it would be a fun afternoon of getting her ready, just the two of you.

After greeting the same kind faces you met the day before, you figured it was time to look for your own little source of happiness. You stepped out the garage, and walked over to the Mercedes pit, where you found the atmosphere wasn’t as calm as usual. The engineers looked tense, people were walking around working on all sorts of things, most of them with worried looks printed on their faces. Wonder what’s going on, you thought. ‘’Lewis has just exited.’’ An unfamiliar voice spoke to you. You turned around, to meet one of the engineers’ face. ‘’Ah, okay, is it okay if I wait for him?’’

‘’Of course. He will be pleased to see you here.’’ The engineer, Oliver, as you learned, spoke to you kindly.

You were surprised, and a bit confused. Has he actually spoken about you? Had anyone noticed the two of you talking? You stopped worrying about that, as you made your way inside, where the engineer showed you the monitor that you could view his lap time on. ‘’He is doing well, isn’t he?’’ you asked.

‘’Fastest one on the grid.’’ Oliver said, proudly, despite his teammate not doing so well.

That’s why they were feeling tense, you thought.

A feeling you hadn’t quite felt before, overwhelmed you. Pride, happiness that Lewis was doing so good, probably making the other drivers feel some sort of shame. That’s my world champion, you thought. All you wanted for him was to finish so you could show him just how proud he’s made you.

He took some more laps before finally coming in, letting the engineers roll the Mercedes back inside, as he climbed out of the car, taking his helmet and gloves off, putting them on a nearby shelve.

He stopped to talk with Bono, a conversation that didn’t last over a few minutes, as they decided he’d need some time to breathe now. You waited patiently until he saw you, which didn’t take long at all.

You were scared, though. You did mention that you’d come by to say hi, but here you were sitting in his actual garage. Weren’t you overstepping? Who said he’d want you here, waiting for him, as if you were his girlfriend or something? Doubts started to creep up on you as you kept your eyes down, looking at some data you couldn’t quite place.

That’s when you felt two strong arms around you, hugging you from behind, surprising you. ‘’You’re actually here!’’ He spoke, loud enough for most people to hear.

Holding you safely in his grip, looking at over your shoulder, at whatever you were looking at before, before placing a soft, subtle kiss on your neck. The butterflies you felt because of the small gesture were insane.

You turned around and wrapped two arms around his neck, finally reuniting yourself with pure happiness. ‘’Of course, silly. I am working, remember?’’

‘’Of course you are.’’ He gives you a smirky smile and a wink. One that only he could deliver in such a perfect way. This couldn’t be real.

‘’I’m so proud of you, you did so well.’’ You smiled at him shyly.

‘’Thank you.’’ He looked slightly down at you, taking a breath and continued. ‘’Well enough for you to let me take you out? On a proper date?’’

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Lewis fucking Hamilton, was actually asking you out? He actually wanted to spend more time with you?

Overwhelmed with emotion, all you could give him was a small nod. He understood you perfectly, it was a big deal to you, and he wasn’t about to mess it up.

The rest of the afternoon went by fast, around 5 PM you left the track with your best friend as both of you had some getting ready to do. It felt like both of you had so much to tell each other, but there was so little time.

Before you knew it, you were sat on the bed of your hotel room, surrounded by what felt as a million clothing pieces. The room was a complete mess by now, everywhere you looked there was makeup lying around, perfumes, jewelry, as if a bomb had quite literally exploded in there.

‘’I have absolutely nothing to wear.’’ You said, starting to actually worry. ‘’You’re going to be happy I made you get that little white top.’’ Layla shouted from the shower. ‘’You’re wearing it and I’m not hearing any more of this.’’ She said as she walked out, covered in nothing but a white towel, as she sat down next to you on the bed.

‘’It’s so exposed.’’ You chuckled.

‘’It’s a date, ‘’Y/N’’.’’ She reassured you as she placed a hand on your thigh. You were beyond happy to have her here. Her small gestures were what somehow brought peace to your, currently, very chaotic state.

‘’Also,’’ she continued. ‘’You’re going to be happy I got you these.’’ She said, handing you the VS bag that was lying on the floor next to the bed. You looked at her confused. ‘’They are your sizes, silly. You’re going to need them more than I do, and besides, you would have never allowed me to buy them for you.’’ She laughs.

‘’You really are the best; did you know that?’’

‘’Obviously.’’ She winks at you.

Two hours later, just as you were about as ready as you could be, you heard a soft knock on your hotel room door, gesturing to Layla to open it. ‘’Hi!’’ she greeted him, allowing him to enter the still somewhat messy hotel room, laughing. ‘’Every man’s dream right here, huh.’’ He smiled at you. You couldn’t help but feel a little shy about the mess the two of you had made, but then again, you figured it wouldn’t do you any harm as it shows him that the two of you were having fun.

‘’A few minutes and I’ll be ready.’’ You said, entering the bathroom.

‘’Take your time’’ Lewis spoke, as he continued his chat with Layla.

‘’RedBull huh? Can’t deny I’m a little bit disappointed to hear that.’’ You hear from the room while you’re leaned over the sink, adding a tiny little bit of mascara under the big lights that were placed above the entire mirror.

‘’Hey, don’t bash my date, okay? Not everyone is as lucky as you, tonight.’’ Layla said, teasing Lewis, as you walked out of the bathroom.

‘’Definitely not.’’ He spoke in awe.

You made your way down the parking garage, Lewis opening the door to the passenger seat of his, also white, Mercedes for you. Weirdly it wasn’t parked far from yours at all. How did you not recognize his car before? Why did he even bring it here? It didn’t make much sense to you, but you decided to not ask unnecessary questions. Your thoughts were interrupted by the insanely loud sound of the Mercedes’ exhaust as he started it. ‘’I bet you must feel weird, sitting in a passenger seat.’’ He chuckled as he put on his seatbelt. The fact that he remembered small things that you told him, makes your heart jump.

‘’A little unusual, but I’m going to enjoy every second of it.’’ You sighed.

As a soft breeze flows through your loose, long hair, Lewis drove you through the pretty Spanish streets. Your hand locked in his above the middle console, his thumb drawing soft circles on your hand. You hadn’t remembered a single moment in your life where you felt this complete. Everything simply felt like it was falling into place. All you did was enjoy all the happiness and blooming love that was flowing through your body. Everywhere you looked there were people, especially couples. Some young, some old. What a sight.

It didn’t take long before Lewis made a turn, driving right outside the old city, up a narrow street that led all the way up to the top of a hill. You wondered where he was taking you, but you didn’t ask. When you finally reached the top, Lewis carefully parked right beside a path that was lit up, but very dimmed. You could barely see anything, or where it would take you.

‘’Do you trust me?’’ He asks.

You lean your head back against the big sport seats of his AMG and take a deep breath, keeping your eyes on him.

‘’Yes.’’

Leading you by the hand he took you onto the lit-up path, only having to walk a few steps before you saw where he took you. There was a small event going on, some local artists were making beautiful music under the lit-up trees, there were people all around. Flowers and roses hung from the trees, decorating the place that could have easily been mistaken for a wedding venue. It was so romantic, you looked up at him in gratitude and he knew he’d done right.

You walked a little further, to a table that was located at the very back of the event, looking over the entire city. The view truly was breathtaking.

‘’It’s so beautiful here.’’ You spoke.

You sat together for a while, across from Lewis at the big, dark wooden table that was minimally decorated with white flowers. You were lucky, Lewis had a way of making things the complete opposite of awkward. He was so good for you, knew how to make you comfortable, knew what to say and how to handle you perfectly. After you ate and chatted like you had been dating for years, he got up and asked you to join him at a higher spot, more privately. You got up, walking up a small stairway with him, coming up to find that the spot was completely empty. Nothing but a big tree trunk on the ground, overlooking the same stunning view.

He took a seat, pulling you onto his lap. A little surprised, you sat down as nerves started to hit you. Feeling his muscular legs under you, leaning on his chest, sparked something inside of you. All you wanted was for him not to notice it. It was the first time you felt that oh-so-familiar twitch down in your string, aching for more. In all honesty, within a few seconds of sitting in this position, he’d probably have you dripping for him, without even trying.

‘’Baby…’’ he started. ‘’Are you enjoying tonight?’’

‘’Yes.’’ You knew where this was going, but there was no stopping anymore. The timing felt right, and it didn’t feel rushed at all.

‘’Is there something I can do to make it better?’’

Nerves. Pure nerves hit you. Your heart was beating so fast at this point it was impossible that he didn’t notice it.

His hands moved slightly under your puffed jacket, moving slowly over your exposed sides. It was all you could focus on, until he used them to turn you towards him. It was so easy for him, as if you weighed absolutely nothing. Your nose touched his, as his hands gripped you tighter, making you feel like you had nowhere to run to, anymore. You didn’t want to. Nothing felt better than to be in his arms, in his captivating grip. Your hands carefully holding on to his broad shoulders, almost as if you were scared to fall. ‘’Nothing at all?’’ He whispered onto your plump lips.

You looked into his eyes and back at his lips, and no more was needed. He knew enough, tilting your head up with one hand, and before you realized, surprising you by letting you fall into the most electrifying kiss you had ever experienced. You could swear you felt something blooming inside of you, as the waves of ecstasy ran through your veins. Nothing, no other boy had ever made you feel the way he did.

You fell into him completely, tongues softly massaging each other slowly, it was almost artistic. How long you had been longing for this, for someone to see you, for someone to feel you. After the bitterness of being alone for so many years, his kiss was so insanely electrifying. His soft lips, his soft moans, had you feeling like your legs would give out at any moment.

After only awhile, you softly pulled your head back. ‘’Can we leave?’’ You spilled, not knowing where the bravery that had grown inside of you came from. Lewis could only nod, lifting you up in his arms, holding you for a while before putting you down.

Before you knew it, you were back in the car. Everything moved with incredible pace all of a sudden. Lights flashing by the car, mumbles of people and loud music as the city got ready for her night life. Everything felt surreal, like you were in some sort of different reality now. The ecstasy had started to wear off, and you felt almost like you were not ready for this at all. You took a glimpse at your driver, trying to place what was happening. He was oddly quiet, as well. His muscular body and intimidating appearance had made you feel so small, and slightly hesitant, in the best way. It was scary, but there was no way back. You wanted this, more than anything.

Lewis closed his hotel rooms door behind him, keeping his lips on yours. You took small steps backwards until you felt his bed behind you, as he softly lowered you onto it. He took off his jacket, leaving him in a black T shirt, as he towered above you. ‘’I bet you haven’t got a clue just how beautiful you are.’’ He said, and you knew he meant it. You smiled up at him, and he made his way back down, squeezing your naked side with one hand, as he kissed your neck so softly, you thought he was afraid to break you. Your heart was beating at a rate you’d never experienced before, and it was quite difficult to even stay still.

‘’You’re nervous.’’ He spoke. You couldn’t respond to him; your head was still in a completely different place. ‘’Don’t be, I’m right here with you.’’ He whispered, as if he was scared that someone might hear him.

He kept kissing you, ever so softly, until he felt your body ease up under him. ‘’That’s better, you’re doing so good for me, baby.’’ He whispers. ‘’I’m so proud of you.’’ It felt as if he could read your mind at this point. How did he know exactly what to say to calm you?

He moved his body down a little bit, his kisses following him down. He kept putting gentle kisses on your neck. On your breasts, giving you a small twitch. Down to your stomach, until he reached your lower stomach. He stayed there for a while, until you felt calm enough, that’s when he unbuttoned your jeans. Gently he took them off, leaving you in nothing but the tiny, white lingerie you had Layla to thank for, and the sheer, white cropped top. A sight that would be imprinted in his memory forever.

‘’God, you’re beautiful.’’

He kept kissing your lower stomach, the inside of your thighs. Your whole body was under the influence of adrenaline by now, and your mind completely in a state of pleasure. The way he was so careful with you was something that made him a hundred times more attractive to you. He was in no hurry with you at all.

He moved from his thighs back to your lower stomach, placing a few kisses there again, before kneeling down in front of you. He moved your string to the side, lowering his kisses down between your legs. The first kiss you felt in between your legs, made you let out a soft, innocent moan. It absolutely drove him wild. ‘’What’s that, baby?’’ ‘’Did I hear that right?’’ He whispers, with the most devilish voice you knew. He started massaging his tongue into you softly, as your moans became more and more alive. Without warning you, he slowly worked one finger in you, you gasped at the small stretch he was giving you. He shocked and slightly looked up to you, not expecting you to feel this tight around a single finger. Not wanting to scare you off, he kept it to himself. ‘’You’re this tight, huh?’’ He knew you would have a huge problem trying to take him inside of you, you really had to be well prepared and soaked. He gently started to fuck you with one finger, as it took no time at all for you to start dripping over him. ‘’That’s it, baby, loosen up for me.’’ You tried your best to relax, to listen to his guiding words. It worked. He slowly took his finger out, immediately leaving you moaning softly for more. ‘’Missing me already huh?’’ ‘’I didn’t know my baby was going to be this impatient.’’ He smiled.

‘’I want you inside me, baby.’’ You spoke, almost under your breath, but enough for Lewis to hear. It made his jeans starting to feel awfully uncomfortable around his twitching cock. He really wanted to let himself go in that moment, to fuck you right then and there, as hard as he could, but there was no way you would be able to take it. He wanted you to feel him, he wanted you to feel his cock finally stretching you out, but he didn’t want to truly harm you, after all.

He added another finger inside of you, curling them up and gently starting to fuck you, again, in a way that only he could. He felt so good, you had no idea how he was making you feel things you had never felt before, hitting spots in you that you had no idea even existed. All you wanted was to feel him, to know, finally, what it felt like to have him deep inside of you. He moved his tongue relentlessly over your clit and started to fuck you with his curled-up fingers at an unforgiving pace. He was so deep inside of you now, making you feel better than any other boy ever could. How was he doing this to you, with just two of his fingers? His other hand moved to your nipple, squeezing it until you were a complete moaning mess. ‘’Baby…’’ you whined. He knew what that meant, he would have you orgasming over him in no time. ‘’Cum for me, my pretty baby.’’ ‘’I know you want to.’’

It took you a whole couple of minutes, until you released all over his hand and into his mouth. He came up, kissed you deeply with his tongue, letting you taste yourself, as you slowly came down from your high. He finally got rid of his clothes and seeing him naked for the first time honestly shocked you. You figured that he was packed, but you could have never imagined this. He noticed the nerves that started creeping up on your face, and kissed you on your lips, again. ‘’I promise I won’t hurt you.’’ He whispers as he positions himself at your entrance. ‘’Baby…’’ He goes. ‘’You’re trembling.’’

You were scared to take him, scared it was going to hurt you, but you wanted nothing more than to feel him, nevertheless.

‘’Are you sure you want me to do this?’’ He asked.

‘’Yes, please…’’ was all you managed to get out, almost unable to speak. He placed a featherlight kiss on your cheek, as he continued to focus on your body. Never keeping his eyes away from yours, in case of any discomfort. He wanted to make sure you wanted this, more than anything.

Slowly, he started to push the head of his cock in, making you let out a gasp, as you held on to his shoulders. He lowered himself a little, your head was now buried in the crook of his neck, as if you were seeking for some sort of protection.

‘’Hold on to me, baby.’’

‘’Scratch me, bite me, whatever you want.’’ He whispered, as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

The squirms and moans of pain were making him even harder, fueling his desire to be relentless even more. It was starting to get truly difficult for him to keep his focus and work you open in the slow manner that he was. The way your tight pussy was wrapping his cock was something he had never experienced either; it made the job nearly impossible for him.

He slowly pushed deeper inside of you, making you stretch wider and wider, your nails digging into his back even deeper. When had finally managed to push his whole cock inside of you, you weren’t even able to think straight anymore. No one could ever compare to him, no one could ever work you like him. No one could ever be him.

He kept himself still inside of you, looking down at you, making you blush for him all over again. ‘’Good girl’’ he smiled. It made the butterflies in your lower stomach go absolutely crazy. Lewis was trying his best to let you get used to his size for a while. The feeling of being so filled up, almost made you cum again. It hurt, you were hurting, but it was at the same time the greatest pleasure you had ever experienced.

‘’Are you okay, baby?’’ He asked you, breathlessly.

‘’Yes, please… I want more.’’

He slowly started to move, at the only slow pace that was manageable for now. It was becoming so hard for him not to roughly fuck you into the bed, but he couldn’t let himself go. Not now, not just yet. Not when he didn’t know exactly what you liked and didn’t like.

‘’My baby wants more?’’

‘’Yes’’ You moaned into his mouth in a high-pitched voice.

He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you immediately aching for him again.

‘’On your hands and knees, sweetie.’’ His accent, his thick gorgeous accent drove you completely wild. You’d do anything for him in this moment.

‘’Will you be a good girl for me and let me take you however he wants?’’ he whispered into your ear, leaning over your back, as one hand grabbed your jaw.

‘’Oh my god… yes, I’ll do anything for you.’’ You whispered, barely audible.

He pushed your head down onto the pillow, and slowly entered you again. Feeling your walls tighten around him, made him let out an aggressive groan, sending you immediately into a submissive state. He started to move, slowly. In and out, a few times, making you drip for him all over again, until his pace changed, without warning. You grabbed the pillow to moan into it, much to his annoyance. He immediately pulls you up by your hair, leaning your head against his chest. ‘’Did I say you were allowed to do that?’’

‘’I want to hear everything.’’ The anger in his voice making your legs weak, it was getting hard to keep yourself up for him. ‘’I won’t do it again.’’ You managed to speak, as you spread your legs a little wider and curved your ass more onto him. ‘’That’s it, baby.’’ He breathes. ‘’From now on you’re going to have to learn to do as you’re told.’’

His pace was unforgiving. Hard, rough, making you almost black out. You never even knew it was possible to feel what you were feeling now. You cried out as he was fucking you like he hated you, and you loved every second of it. He started to feel your walls squeeze him again. ‘’Baby…I’m going to cum…’’

‘’No.’’ He said, brutally denying you your orgasm, leaving you a complete mess.

‘’You won’t, not until I tell you to.’’

‘’But… I won’t be able to hold it…’’ You said, tears forming in your eyes again.

‘’You will, because you’re a good girl, and good girls do as they are told.’’

He pulled out, flipping you over on your back again, pulling your legs up to his chest. Without warning, pushing himself into you at once, making you gasp and moan out his name, for the first time. He leaned over you, pushing you down with his body weight, as one hand moved to your thighs. His soaking wet body was such a sight, you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him. ‘’What does my little girl want, hm?’’

‘’To cum for you’’ you spilled, shyly.

He leaned over you, placing a wet kiss right beneath your ear.

‘’Beg me, baby.’’ He whispered into your neck. ‘’I want to hear you beg.’’

‘’Please…You’re the only one who can make me feel this good… I promise I’ll be a good girl. Please make me cum…’’ you cried, while guiding his thumb to your clit.

The pace on your clit was as unforgiving as the one he was fucking you with. ‘’I’m so deep inside of you, baby.’’ ‘’Can you feel how deep my cock is inside of you?’’

‘’Yes… oh my god…yes.’’ You moaned into the pillow as you turned your head away from him.

‘’Can you believe you took the whole thing in that tight little pussy?’’ ‘’You’re doing so good, my little baby…’’ he praised you, in between the punishing thrusts he was giving you.

It took no time at all before your orgasms collided, having him pulling out at the very last second, coming all over your stomach and chest.

You let your head fall deep into the pillows, unable to speak at all. You felt exhausted; but satisfied. All you wanted now was the soft, sweet Lewis you met to come back to you. And he did.

‘’You did so good, baby.’’ He praised you again, kissing you softly on your forehead, before getting up to clean you. You weren’t sleeping, but the emotions that had just overcome you, were too much to handle at the moment, Lewis perfectly understanding you. How he was so in tone with your body language and your feelings, was still a mystery to you.

He cleaned you properly, before covering you with a thick sheet. Within a few seconds he was back by your side, holding you tightly in his arms as you started to slowly drift into sleep. You wrapped your arms around him, still very aware of the debt you were going to pay for the past two days. The inevitable heartbreak, but it was worth it.

‘’When are you leaving?’’ you said, already half asleep.

‘’I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m here to stay.’’ He spoke to you softly, but firmly.

‘’Close your eyes, I’ll keep you safe with me.’’

#fanfic #formula1 #f1 smut #sweet smut #sex stuff #lh #lewishamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #thatsaboutit #ilysm #thankyouforreadingloveyou #okaybyeeee

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httpspouse · 2 years

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3DOLC x ROE — manifesting challenge : the conclusion

Hello hello hello, spoon here. Sorry I haven't posted in a shit while (especially since yall wanted the challenge results) i just wasn't feeling it and might take a break, but I'm here now soo let's start rn 😊

MANIFESTING QUICKLY - gosh where to start. this one was probably the one I was most hoping for and when I tell you it worked. I don't even have to listen to a subliminal fully once anymore because I'm literally getting results so fast. an example would be last night when I listened to random skin subs while playlist shopping and imagined my pimples going away and when I touched my face accidentally my pimples were literally almost gone.

ADMIRATION - not what I expected but definitely better, I've been getting more online admiration and appreciation from my friends and random people and its just so 🥰 alsooo during the challenge I was shopping for shoes one day when this lady came up to us and gave us a 100 dollar gift card for the shoes, we had to pay significantly less and I was so happy cause the shoes were almost 300

BODY ODY ODY ODY - gosh I was so surprised when the challenge ended cause yess I did get my results. A tinier waist, thicker lower body, flat stomach, gaining 4 pounds, a slightly bigger upper body (experimenting), being taller, and overall body confidence. This one took me by surprise tbh.

Expect another longer challenge post one day cause woooo gosh I was kinda surprised by this challenge 😅 anyways, that's all for now and I apologize again for not posting this earlier, goodbye <3

#3dolc x roe #success #success story #manifestation #manifesting #3dolc #roe

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I saw this macaroni and cheese TikTok uploaded on Tumblr late last year and it looked so good. Like watch it, isn't it the most delicious thing you've ever seen?

Did you watch? Okay, I made it. Went to her website and followed the directions exactly. My advice is to not make it.

The reasons are simple: One, it's just. Too much cheese. Like it looks good in a video, but if you put that much of those kinds of cheeses into something there's going to be. So much oil. Just everywhere. Even if you take care not to overbake, it's going to be overflowing over the sides of your casserole dish. Did you see in the video that at some point she had a pan under it? Like she put it in the oven filled to the top (which is asking for spill over anyway) and then we cut back and there's an oily pan for a second? Yeah, you eat this and you will be on the toilet for days. Did it taste good once you blotted up some cheese oil with paper towels? Yes. Was it worth it? No.

The second reason is that it's stupid expensive to make this recipe. The cream and cheese add up, it's going to cost like 30+ dollars depending on cheese brand and availability. Macaroni and cheese should be affordable, this recipe isn't.

My hunch is that this was made to be a video first, and I wasn't supposed to take it seriously.

I have spent the last couple of months fueled by something akin to vengeance, trying to make a good mac just to spite the video, and after talking to my dad who used to manage several Luby's Cafeterias and searching online and stealing the chicken bouillon in the noodle water idea from the video, this is the cheapest and best version I have after making it and fiddling around several times. And you will not die of cheese grease. Probably.

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Macaroni and Cheese Recipe

You will need:

11/7 casserole dish, aluminum foil, a cheese grater, a little oil for the dish

2 cups of small dry elbow macaroni

4 tablespoons of nonfat dry milk

2 tablespoons of all purpose flour

1 teaspoon of kosher salt

1 teaspoon of chicken bouillon powder

1/2 teaspoon of garlic powder

1/4 teaspoon of white pepper

1 and 1/4 cup of boiling water

1 tablespoon of butter

1 pound block (16 oz) of sharp cheddar cheese

1/2 pound block (8 oz) of american cheese (check the deli counter for this one, you need to be able to grate it. And yes it's worth it, the way it breaks down in hot water is important to getting creamy sauce.)

Roughly 6 hours before eating boil water for macaroni in a medium sized pot, and put the bouillon and salt in the water. Cook according to package directions, then set aside in the water to cool. Stir the noodles once in a while to break them up. Make sure they stay just covered in water. Once lukewarm put in the fridge with a lid. Noodles should get big but not mushy.

Also roughly six hours before you will start the cheese sauce. Grate all of your cheese. Add the milk powder, flour, white pepper, garlic powder, and butter to a large bowl. You can optionally add another 1/4 teaspoon of kosher salt here. Pour in boiling water and whisk together. Then add half a cup of shredded american cheese and half a cup of shredded sharp cheddar. Whisk them together until smooth, about 2-3 minutes. Then let it cool, then cover with plastic wrap or a lid and put it in the fridge. This will help it thicken up. Mix the rest of your shredded cheese together and put it in the fridge until it's time to bake.

When it is time to bake set the oven to 350 degrees. Oil the bottom and inner sides of your casserole dish and set aside. Drain your noodles thoroughly, water likes to hide in them and it can cause your mac to become watery. Then put the noodles in the bowl with the sauce and combine. Then add another cup of the mixed cheese and stir. Put the mixture in the casserole dish and cover it with foil. Bake for 30 minutes.

Then take the foil off and cover the top with the rest of your shredded cheese mixture. Bake until the cheese melts. You can broil it until brown spots appear but that will separate out some of the cheese grease so be aware.

Let the dish rest for 10-15 minutes. Enjoy!

(Costs about 12 dollars a dish too.)

#macaroni and cheese #recipe #Macaroni and cheese recipe #I accidentally did that thing where I told my life story before getting to the recipe #It wasn't for copyright reasons it was in memory of that week I had to eat so much oily macaroni and died in the bathroom about it #PSA I guess

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Clear an afternoon for this one. I can see why an Italian grandma would get so upset if you don't eat enough, when she's busted her ass for a good few hours to make this.

That said, why the fuck is oxtail so expensive? It's literally a fucking tail. And why are pork neck bones so hard to find?? I substituted the neck bones for pig feet, I figured bones is bones, they were cheap. 6 bucks for 2 pounds. I'm trying to make up for the 2 pounds of oxtail costing me 30 fucking dollars.

The meats, we gottem. I got really nice hot Italian sausages from the Mediterranean market a couple weeks ago, which was a great choice.

Everything seared off and browned. Took a good while, but made an excellent fond. There's significantly more pig skin on feet than there would have been on necks, but I think the extra fat only helped the gravy in the end.

Witch's cauldron vibes. Red wine, crushed tomato, onion, garlic, stock and some spices, chuck the bones back in and boil that baby in the oven for two and a half hours. Then she'll look like that.

I literally had to buy a whole basil plant for just one sprig. No other basil at three stores. The universe loves fucking with me by making normal, easy to find ingredients rare on only the weekend I'm looking for them. I swear to fuck.

Anyway, after you chuck the sausages back in, it's meant to cook in the oven another thirty minutes, but I left it for an hour. The meat wasn't falling off the bone enough at thirty minutes. It didn't overcook the sausages, so it was definitely worth it.

Beautiful plating, I know. Not to brag, but I didn't need to add salt at the end, or any extra seasoning. I seasoned the meat and veg as I went, and did a final big pinch before I got it in the oven. Perfect.

Obligatory shot with parm. My microplane makes such pretty shavings.

I hate the idea of just having a whole fucking sausage in your pasta, so after these pictures I snipped the sausages up into disks with kitchen shears. Sue me, Tony.

| Sunday Gravy with Sausage and Rigatoni |

Taste is a 4.5 out of 5. Very good, rich and meaty.

Difficulty is a 3.5 out of 5. A lot of set up.

Time was about 4 hours. Give or take 30 minutes.

This wasn't part of his instructions, but I took out all the oxtail and pig feet and pulled any meat off. I chucked all the bones I could find in the trash before putting all the meat back in the gravy.

I didn't see any bones in the photo of the pasta being served, so I have a feeling that this step was omitted by accident. No one likes chomping down on bones in their pasta.

#anthony bourdain #appetites a cookbook #cooking #recipe #pasta #Sunday gravy #sausage #rigatoni

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Playlist-Chapter 2: The magnificent seven

Pairing: 80's Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut (Virgin Noel and Virgin Reader, Loss of virginity, P in V sex, unprotected sex), language, mention of blood and wounds, maybe a few spelling mistakes but I hope not

Words: 4632

Summary: You and Noel are now misfit teens. Something happens in high school, you think Noel is being beaten by his father, and something that wasn't planned at all in your mind happens.

A/N: Heya ! Merry Late Christmas ! I'm late, my computer had a problem and I couldn't publish the chapter without it. This chapter might maybe shock some of you because there is CONSENSUAL smut between teenagers, and they're not underage ! I don't usually write this type of stuff because it makes me ill at ease, but this is part of the story so I had to deal with it the way I could. I recall that sexual majority and age of consent in the UK is 16 years old. In case I might have problems or maybe you doubt it, here's a link that will witness what I say : https://lawstuff.org.uk/police-and-law/age-of-consent/

I just hope you won't report this chapter, I took a lot of time writing it and it would spoil my work so if you're shocked I'd advice you to to skip it and not read it, but you might have missing elements for the rest so it's both my problem and not at all. As per usual... Enjoy !

“Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.! Move y'self to go again Cold water in the face Brings you back to this awful place Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too Must get up an' learn those rules Weather man and the crazy chief One says sun and one says sleet A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too Churning out that boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What? Don't stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Don't stop! Yeah! »

1982:

Teenage years came, the outsider era as well, Noel and I were now 15 years old. We still were neighbours and the best of friends, we were inseparable. Noel and I now had some male friends. He had stopped stammering. We were some kind of hooligans, and I wasn’t scared to fight with someone else if needed.

Most days, we were skipping high school to eat these famous “magic mushrooms”.

Noel was still in probation for what he did 4 months before. When he was still 14, he robbed a local store and was arrested. That’s when he decided to learn guitar.

We were punks, heading out every weekend without our parents knowing to go to gigs, and to go in fields to watch the stars and smoke pot, taking the cassette-radio with us to listen to The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd or even the Sex Pistols. I had the Cassettes and Noel had the Vinyls.

We never were at Noel’s place. He didn’t want me to meet his “dick of a father” as he said before. And to talk to each other when we weren’t together, we were using a chalk and a slate that we were showing to each other from our windows as these were one opposite the other.

He shared his room with Liam, who even though he was a kid, could be a real pain in the ass. Why? Because this little bastard, sometimes, when I was calling his brother with the help of my torch lamp, was the one answering by showing me his butt.

One day, the first separation came. We were in chemistry class, and oh, it went bad.

So what shit do we have to do today? I asked

Huh… We have to create a formula for the dilution of a chemical solution… I don’t know shit!

I don’t either. Chemistry is shit.

We agree on that.

Ready to make the classroom explode Noely?

Fuck yes, I don’t even understand why ye insisted on coming in chemistry class or even school!

But you followed me! I said, winking at him

Ye know I’d follow ye everywhere, cock. But still, why?

Just need some grades to go on our next year of high school, I don’t want to repeat a year, and my parents would kill me.

But ye suck at chemistry!

And so do you.

Well anyway, I just want ye to know that if ye do the wrong mix, I was happy to know yer fer 10 years me dear Y/N.

Shut the fuck up you fucker! I answered laughing and giving him a punch in the ribs

OUCH!

Miss Y/L/N, Mr Gallagher, do ye need some help? The teacher said when seeing us

Nah thank you mister, I can slap him alone.

And I can her make her think she’s going to make the classroom alone as well, thank ye. Noel added

Ye two should mind yer language and stop being cheeky before I send ye both to detention!

Yeah well, it won’t be the first nor the last time we will not be going because we ain’t got time for that shit. I murmured to Noel

Too right. We’re ghosts here. Kaboom?

Kaboom. I answered, a mischievous smile on my face

That’s when one of our classmates decided to be a complete idiot and throw a flour bomb at the teacher. The classmate right behind us.

And he thought it was Noel.

Gallagher! Out! To the director’s office! the teacher yelled at him

Why? I didn’t do it!

Yes sir! He didn’t do it!

Y/L/N, you want to join him?

No, but I swear! It wasn’t Noel!

Shut up ye bitch! I heard behind me

What did you just called me fuck face? I threatened

Silence ! Y/L/N, yer going to detention!

Perfect! I’ll be coming at 28pm during the weekend of the 42 of Novembruary!

There’s nothing I could do. Noel got accompanied to the director’s office and I left the high school, waiting for Noel outside.

I saw him appear in front of me 2 hours later.

As Peggy was working at the high school’s canteen, she already knew everything.

So? A full month of detention and public apologies to the teacher or are you gonna be hanged on a public place?

I got expelled.

WHAT?!

Yeah.

No fucking way. Noely, I’m going to see the director and I’ll tell him I witnessed the scene and that it wasn’t you!

It’s too late Y/N… He won’t believe it. They know about what I did 4 months ago, the robbery. They needed a head of steam, they found one and anyway, I was fed up with school, so all the better.

But…What about me?

Don’t worry ‘bout that, we’ll keep seeing each other everyday.

Fuck, I’ll stop going to school as well and find myself a job.

No Y/N, don’t quit high school because I won’t be there anymore. Yer smart, much more than I am, obtain yer GCSE, do it fer me, please.

Okay…

I’ll find meself a job. But with me case, probably going to have to work with the other crap.

You mean…

Me father, yeah. Oh fuck, I don’t want to go home.

Let’s walk to the happy forest.

The “happy forest”, yes, the forest next to our high school, that’s how we were calling it.

We got home at 7pm, high and Noel was absolutely petrified. He knew what would happen.

By the time, I started asking myself some questions, started understanding that my best friend was in danger, and I understood it this evening.

See you at the window?

As always. He answered squeezing my hand

Love you Noely.

Love ye too cock.

He hugged me as if his life depended on it and went to his house.

At 9pm, while I was reading a book, I heard it.

Tommy was back home and was shouting at everyone.

I heard loud noises coming from his house and I knew it was nothing good. It lasted about 20 minutes.

I approached my window waiting to see Noel appear on the other side. I saw the light in his room go on, but instead, I saw Liam appear, afraid and crying.

He didn’t seem hurt which were good news.

Then the door opened, and Noel appeared. His nose and mouth were bleeding, and he had a hand holding his ribs as if he had been kicked there. He was crying as well.

This day, I understood that his father had been doing this for years and that when I punched him earlier this day, he was already hurt.

He saw me watching, tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

I grabbed my slate and a chalk and wrote on it before showing it to him.

“What happened?”

He then grabbed his, wrote on it and showed it to me.

“The usual, but worse”

“How long has it been?”

“Years. I didn’t want you to discover it. And certainly not like that.”

“I had doubts. Deep down I think I already knew.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t Noely. But why didn’t you tell me?”

“Shame, and I didn’t want to worry you.”

“I told you I already had doubts about it. You should have told me when I first saw your bruises.”

“Couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“You would have told your mam.”

“Which would be normal, yes, but if you don’t want me to tell, I won’t. At least as long as I am sure your father isn’t planning on killing you.”

“He won’t. Got to comfort Liam.”

“Go. And treat yourself!”

“I will.”

My protection mode had been activated.

After this, Noel got to work with his father, just like he told me. I succeeded my classes.

In November 1983, everything changed.

November 1983:

Noel and I were now 16 years old, and we had discovered a new band a few months ago that became one of our favourites. The Smiths. We were planning on going to their gig in Huddersfield, but we wouldn’t go. Because as I said, everything changed in just 3 days.

November 21st 1983:

When coming back from school, I wasn’t expecting for Peggy to be with my mother in the living room.

I came back home, screaming as per usual.

MOM I’M HOME!

Y/N, how many times will I have to tell you not to scream for God’s sake!

I know! You just know that I love having all the attention on me! I joked, taking off my jacket and dropping my bag in the middle of the hall.

Y/N, school bag in your room please.

It will be, but first I want my snack! I’m hungry!

There are cookies in the cupboard above the closet. Tea’s with me in the living room.

Thanks mam!

I took my pack of cookies and my favourite mug with me and went in the living room to find my mother.

That’s when I saw Peggy was there. I was used to see her here. So used to it that I know recognized her from behind.

Heya Peggy!

She turned to face me and that’s when I saw it, the black eye she had. The blackeye her asshole ex-husband gave her.

Hello me beautiful Y/N.

Fu…Freaking hell, Peggy, who did this to you?

Y/N, this isn’t… my mother started

Who? I insisted, stopping my mother before she could finish her sentence

Thomas, sweetheart. He found us, I don’t know how and who told him.

I swear I’m going to kill this motherfucker.

Y/N, language!

No mam, I won’t apologise for saying the truth and I what I think.

She’s right Y/M/N, even though it still doesn’t look good in a pretty girl’s mouth like ye Y/N.

I know, but I don’t care Peggy. You moved so he wouldn’t find you, hurt the boys and you anymore and start over.

Don’t worry sweetie. If he comes back, I’ll call the police.

You better. Was he drunk again?

As usual.

How are the boys?

They’re fine Y/N, don’t worry about this.

But I am worried.

Yes, I ended up opening my mouth and telling my mother. Because Noel was presenting more and more bruises everyday and I was shitting myself everyday by the idea of losing him, so I told my mom. That’s where we discovered that Peggy and Paul also were victims. So my mom invited Peggy, telling her she knew everything, and she helped her to find a new home and she moved out with the boys. I still admire my mom for that today.

So Noel and I weren’t neighbours anymore, but he still was alive, and it was and still is what mattered the most. Especially when he was coming to see me like he did that night.

November 22nd 1983:

It was about 10pm and raining as fuck. I was listening to The Clash’s The magnificent seven when I heard a noise against my window. Then again. Someone was throwing rocks at it, and only one person would do that.

I opened the window and received a stone in the face.

OUCH!

Oh fuck, soz Y/N!

What the fuck Noel?!

I thought ye didn’t hear me.

Come on, come up here, it’s cold and raining you fucking moron!

It was my visit of the day, as per usual, we were still seeing each other everyday.

Noel climbed up the hedge to my bedroom window. I stepped back to give him room to get in. And that’s when I saw these again. Those bruises and blood running down his face.

Oh my God! Noel! What the fuck happened?

Noel walked painfully to my bed and struggled to sit on it.

He came back.

Your father?

Who else?

You’ll tell me everything. I’ll grab the first aid kit. And be quiet, my parents are asleep.

He nodded as a response.

I went downstairs to grab a tea towel and some ice, came back upstairs, went to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit, and came back in my bedroom.

Here. Thought you might need this. I said handing him the tea towel

Thank ye. He answered, taking it

I opened the first aid kit bag and took out compresses, alcohol, and bandages.

So? I said, starting to treat him

He came back, fucking wasted as per usual. He entered through the back door, and he found mam. He had followed me when we were done working. He started hitting her and tried raping her. I heard her scream from me room even though I was playing guitar. So I rushed downstairs, and Liam joined me. We got to take him off her and I fought with him. And… ye can see he won, Paul had to come home to take him off me and kick him out for it to stop.

For fuck’s sake… huh… this is my first time doing this and this is alcohol so it might hurt.

It’s okay Y/N. Do it.

I started dabbing the compress on the wounds on his face to remove the blood and clean these. He hissed in pain several times but did not complain.

Take off your jacket and your tee. He also had you there.

Noel executed himself and oh, with the blood, so many bruises were there. Asif his father broke him some ribs.

Fucking hell Noel, how could he do that to you?

I don’t know. But at least, he beat the talent into me.

Tears were threatening to spill from my eyes. I was horrified.

I cleaned the wounds once again and when I was done, Noel picked the tea towel and put it on the bruise that hurt him the most while I threw what I used to treat him in my bin.

I came back to sit next to him, watching his face contort with pain, his teeth biting his lower lip and had trouble breathing.

Can I…touch?

Why? He answered

Just…

Yes, ye can.

I put my hand on the massive bruise on his ribs.

Does it hurt?

Yea. He always kicks me here. As if he knew what he was doing, where it hurts.

I ran my hand there carefully so I was sure I wouldn’t hurt him more than he already was. And suddenly, I burst into tears.

Y/N? Noel asked, stunned

Soz Noel, don’t mind me…

Noel took me in his arms, holding me tight and left a kiss on my cheek.

When he let go of me, I made sure to lower my head so he wouldn't see me crying.

Hey, I should be the one crying here. He chuckled

But it didn’t make me laugh and my tears were getting worse. I was hurt to see Noel hurt.

With his hand, he raised my head so that our faces faced each other.

Our looks met, and Noel held my face in his hands.

He paid attention to my sad look and my crying eyes for a few more seconds before crushing his lips on mine urgently. As if his life depended on it.

I answered the kiss even though in shock and troubled. It wasn’t my first kiss, and it wasn’t his.

He ran his tongue on my lips, asking for entrance and I let him.

Our tongues met and he deepened the kiss. I went from being sad to horny and sad.

Noel laid me on my bed, him on top of me, still kissing me, his hands roaming over my body. He was so tender. One of my hands went in his hair and the other went caressing his back.

Then his hands tugged at my pyjama, which was only an oversized shirt.

I pushed him a little bit and unbuttoned it. I wanted him. He wanted me. Maybe was it a mistake to do this now, but in truth, I never thought it was one.

Noel put his lips on my neck, kissing it and made me shiver. God, his kisses were everything. They then slid to my still covered breasts.

He pushed aside the edges of my shirt so that he could see them, my top being now exposed to him, the only remaining fabric being my undies.

Noel was in awe. And he didn’t know what to do with them, which made him as nervous as I was.

Are ye sure ye want this? He asked

Yes Noely. I want this. But…

What?

I… I’ve never done this before. I answered

Me neither. He answered, smiling

Good, we now knew that we were two horny, virgin teenagers, who wanted each other.

Noel seemed lost, so I helped him by kissing him passionately.

I tugged at his jeans at the same time, indicating him to take these off.

He got the message and stood up. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped them before stepping out of them. Meanwhile, I took off my shirt and stepped back on the bed to rest my head on my pillow. Noel came back on top of me, kissing me again. He grinded on my clothed womanhood, making me whimper at the sensation.

Noel was hesitant. His fingers were tugging at my undies but didn’t dare to touch my womanhood as if I would change my mind. But I was sure. I grabbed his hand and put it on the hem of these to show him he could take them off me and touch me the way we both wanted.

He didn’t hesitate anymore and slid them off. The second after, he was looking at me, naked under him.

Yer so perfect… He whispered

I blushed. I was ready but couldn’t get enough of his lips on mine.

Please, kiss me more.

And like this, he was back on me, trembling and dry humping me.

I could feel his clothed member twitch against my thigh.

Came the moment where I started feeling like I couldn’t take the tension anymore.

My hands slid under his boxers, touching his ass. I started sliding them down and he got the message again.

He got up and took them off, also leaving him bare in front of me.

He blushed at his turn and sat on the bed.

Are you okay? I asked

Yea, I’m just nervous, me.

Me too, but hey, it’s okay!

I kissed him again to reassure him and slowly guided him on top of me again, between my legs.

He started grinding against me again, precum leaking out of his member and getting wet with my juices.

The friction was driving me crazy; my clit being stimulated in the process.

Can I? Noel asked, wanting to take things further

Yes, go slow at first please.

Of course.

He entered me slowly, all trembling, centimetre by centimetre until he was fully inside me.

Fuck… yer so tight…

It hurt a lot. It stung. And Noel saw it.

Are ye okay?

Will be. Just give me a minute before moving, okay?

Yea, I need a minute too or I’m going to explode.

We both were a trembling mess, nervous but so wanting and excited.

I finally nodded to indicate him to move, and he put his lips on mine, kissing me while starting thrusting in me.

It still hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable. It even was pleasant. This sensation of being filled up while it still stung a bit was pleasant.

Noel started groaning lowly. He wouldn’t last long.

His hand grabbed mine, squeezing it, his lips still staying on mine. It was so tender.

Noel…

Yes Y/N?

You can move a little faster if you want.

Alright, but I’m not sure I’m gonna last.

It’s okay…

He sped up his movements, causing me to start whimpering. It started to feel good.

Fuck Y/N… He moaned

My free hand came wandering on his body, ending up in his hair.

I would not know what an orgasm was yet, but I would know what letting go is.

I let myself melt under his touch and I started moaning lowly for how pleasurable it started to be.

My insides accidentally convulsed around Noel’s shaft. He stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes.

My face was showing signs of pleasure and it drove him crazy. I felt his hand squeeze mine harder and he bit my shoulder, muffling his grunts. He pulled out at the same time and spilled himself on my stomach. It had lasted only 5 minutes, but these were the first best moments of my life. These 5 minutes that changed my life and our relationship. But I didn’t know it yet.

Noel collapsed on top of me as I left kisses on his forehead.

Soz but we had no condom… He said, out of breath

It’s okay, I don’t mind Noely.

He looked at me and kissed me again before getting up and grabbing my shirt to clean our mess or more like his mess on my stomach before leaving a kiss there and laying next to me, taking me in his arms, as we let ourselves fall into Morpheus arms.

November 23rd, 1983:

I woke up at 9am, alone in my bed, Noel was gone.

He hadn’t left a word or anything.

I was sore from the night before, and suddenly, I remember wat happened. Noel and I had sex the night before. We had been each other’s first. Something that wasn’t planned. Because we weren’t dating, right?

But I didn’t regret anything. I was scared Noel might. I did as nothing happened the whole morning.

At 2pm, having no signs of Noel when we were supposed to go to The Smiths gig, I started to worry. So I called.

Hello? I heard a feminine voice answer

Peggy? It’s Y/N.

Oh hello me beautiful Y/N, how are ye?

I’m fine, it’s you I should ask.

I’m good, thank ye.

Is…Is Noel here?

No, he went camping with Liam until tomorrow.

Okay… can you tell him I called when he’ll be back, please?

Of course. See ye Y/N.

See ya.

Yeah, I wasn’t happy and cool about it. Firstly, Noel let me down and there was no way he could have forgotten about the gig. And secondly, I felt like Noel regretted what we had done and would never speak to me again.

During a whole month, I had no news from him, until Paul called me.

December 31st 1983:

Having no news from the most important person in my life after my parents was hurting me. And there was worse. I understood a few days after what happened that I was falling in love with Noel.

But all of this was probably over. I tried to overcome this by trying to make me think about something else with books and music. It was New Year’s Eve and for the first time in years, I had nothing planned, or so I thought.

Y/N, phone call! My father shouted

I thought he was the one calling, so I literally ran downstairs.

Hello?

Hi Y/N, it’s Paul.

I was a bit disappointed but tried to hide it.

Oh hey Paul!

Have ye anything planned tonight? I’m soz for being late to propose but our kid and I are organizing a little party tonight, do ye want to come?

Huh, yeah, of course!

Noel will be there. I know ye haven’t seen each other for a few and I think that’s a bad thing so…

Okay. Do I have to bring something?

Just a few bottles if ye can, we have the rest.

I’ll be there.

At 6pm, I put on my favourite blue night dress, some make up, a faux-fur coat, some boots, took a full bottle I had under my bed, my pack of cigarettes and left for the party.

When I arrived, I saw everyone but Noel. And when he arrived and saw me, he totally avoided me.

I didn’t understand, we didn’t do anything wrong.

By 11pm, everyone was having fun when I was sat on a chair, tipsy, and had no trace of Noel. So I went outside, smoking cigarettes on cigarettes.

By 11:55, someone opened the door and joined me. Here he was, standing in front of me. He hesitated.

Hi… he started

Hi… I pursued

Can…Can I sit with ye?

Yes. I even think you should.

I know. We have to…

Talk? Yeah.

He sat next to me, lighting a cigarette, and taking a puff before blowing smoke in the cold humid air.

Why Noel? I asked

I needed to think.

About what happened? Noel, if you think I regret it, I don’t and I loved it. If it had to happen again, I would let the exact same thing happen.

I don’t regret it either and I loved it too.

Then what’s the fucking problem?

I…I feel like ye won’t feel the same way but…

What?

I realized I love ye Y/N.

I was stunned, we felt the same.

And yer not saying anything so not hard to guess ye don’t and I fucked up.

You’re wrong, you didn’t. I feel the same Noely. For the last month I realized this too. I thought you regretted what happened and that you never wanted to see me ever again.

Oh no Y/N, the past month I couldn’t stop thinking about yer lips on mine, how I held ye tight when we slept, how I loved being inside ye and making love to ye. How I always want to spend time with ye. I mean it Y/N, I love ye.

We heard the others inside start counting down the countdown, 1984 was about to begin.

Okay, fer 1984, I want ye to be me girlfriend and I’ll start it by kissing ye.

Okay then 4…3…2…1…

And Noel crushed his lips on mine, deepening the kiss by letting his tongue dance with mine.

And when we separated, he looked at me, smiling like an idiot.

Happy new year Noely.

Happy new year, me lovely girlfriend.

And as soon as his sentence was over, the fireworks started lighting the sky, and we watched it, hand in hand.

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hello jumps up and down I wanna add some stuff to the background

it's more of just me.... responding but WHATEVER I have... a brain.

with fukuchi I believe that he didn't get that much education/didn't value it as a kid but as he got older he was like "hey this is sick" and just went DEEP into it. like he got into the military and as he lived on the base he started getting into Knowledge and Education more and. yeah. idk it might just be personal to me but also... yeah.

untapped comedy potential with teruko in restaurants. "hey why is this six year old ordering a 40 dollar 4 pound steak."

uh WITH JOUNO!!! with his sight I saw that someone thought that his blindness came with the side effects of the surgeries but again we don't really know... we don't know what the surgeries entail or what his whole background is. only god, asagiri, and hurakawa know.

anyway. with jounos personality me n my friend have an idea that it's a "superiority complex covering up an inferiority complex." his blindness could been an insecurity he has but again. we don't really know. AND!!! ROUGH ADJUSTMENT!!! from being an executive in a crime ring with the mindset of "there is a strict hierarchy and you are above your subordinates" to the military's "there is a strict hierarchy but you all work as one unit. cooperate or die" had to be a weird adjustment.

and tecchou! I don't really have much to add but I do believe that tecchou is a soldier through n through. just how he acts and his almost blind loyalty/obedience it just... .... hrrr yknow.

another thing about tecchou: I also don't think he liked school that much 😭 I. don't know why I think this it's just kinda. yeah.

anyway! sorry if I butchered anyone that's probably from me just. forgetting details. and I'm tired.

ALSO SORRY FOR ALWAYS SENDING LONG ASKS?? I have a lot to say and I don't realize that I send a whole WALL of text to you I apologize for your eyes 😭

hi jazzy!!! i am so sorry it took me a billion years to respond . i was waiting for the time to type out a long answer then kept forgetting i am so sorry. never be sorry for sending long asks!! i genuinely love getting them :)

i like what you are saying for fukuchi!! i’d love to see his passion kick in while he’s working in the military. from the few flashbacks we have seen we definitely know he has the potential for passion but was likely very distracted by his ultimate goal. i’d love to see more of his behind-the-scenes planning over time. he said he got the sign 36 years prior which would make him a kid, i wonder if he didn’t know what it meant until he was given the amenogozen? hmm. not sure. that’s a ramble for another time. but i’d like to see more about him studying and stuff as well!!

and YOURE SO RIGHT about there being hidden potential for teruko. she’s definitely gotten so many "kids _____ free" things because of it. she’s very lucky for that aspect

and about jouno. i’d want to say he lost his sight before joining the hunting dogs? since the one flashback panel we seen his eyes were still closed. if we take into account that his heightened senses were caused by going blind (he said "i can see a lot more now that i’ve lost my sight" to dazai in his intro scene); i’d assume the surgeries don’t do all the enhancement.

the wording here implies he already had his senses prior to becoming a hunting dog. that’s not to say the surgeries don’t enhance them further though.

i’d love to see jouno learn to adjust to the hunting dogs environment. like that would make me so happy it’s the thing i want most in bsd right now. i’m actually writing my own interpretation of it soon hehe. anyway i imagine he accepted the offer as to avoid punishment for his crimes, i want to see the change in mentality he gets over time so badly. idk i just. love jouno so much i want more focus on him.

i like your complex idea as well! never really thought too deep into it. maybe jouno feels less than the other hunting dogs because he wasn’t always good? i wonder if fukuchi’s words will get to him and he will feel lesser because of it. i want more character development for him please omg. i want him to be reassured that he is good now by tetchou please omg.

i kinda agree with the tetchou bit as well. he’s not fantastic socially from what we’ve seen, it probably made connecting to people at school hard. he was probably easy to get along with but not overly close with anyone. that’s how i felt about him at least!!

#ty for the chance to ramble again AGAIN IM SO SORRU FOR TAKIKG SO LOKG TO ANSWER. i will get better at checking tumblr #asks #bsd hunting dogs #the hunting dogs

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dayseternal-blog · 1 year

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10 first lines tag game

Thank you for tagging me @wickermayne, @nightowl27-writer, and @bunny-hoodlum!! I feeeeeel like it's been ages since I did a tag game.

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

"By This Time Next Year" (one-shot, Modern AU, rated G)

Every shop and restaurant glows with twinkling lights.

Lovey-dovey couples walk hand-in-hand, close together, cheeks flushed pink with the nip of winter and the warmth of a romantic night.

And they're one of the crowd. Quiet joy lights up her heart with this knowledge.

2. "Lovesick" (1/?, Canon-Divergent A/B/O, rated E)

I can’t wait to be back home.

The sun beats down, bright light reflecting off of the white sand and making his eyes hurt; his blood feels like it’s boiling beneath his skin.

He forces an agitated breath out as he runs through the desert, squinting at the horizon for the first sign of a change in terrain.

3. "Closer" (1/?, Modern AU, rated E)

With a satisfying click of the lock, he pushes open the door to his godfather’s studio. He’s always known it as a rather small place, consisting of a front desk that he never sees anyone sitting at, a closet stuffed full of props and rolled-up backdrops, and a clear area already set up with lighting.

4. "Cafuné" (One-shot, Canon-Compatible, rated T)

His son was a chubby, chubby baby. Pudgy cheeks that he loved to peck kisses on. Rolls of fat that made his arms and legs look like sections of dough bunched together. The baby hardly had a neck with such a bobble-y head somehow attached to small shoulders, and if he searched under the layers of baby fat, he could find the secrets hidden under there.

5. "Little Samurai (Perspective Flip)" (Fic-specific ask, Folklore AU, rated T)

The buzz of summer insects in the night drown out the voices.

The darkness hides her.

Her covers protect her.

From it. Them. The something that’s been trying to find her. The something of her nightmares, the something of a childhood memory too long ago to distinguish as fact or fiction.

6. "White Lilies (The Million Dollar Question)" (Fic-specific ask, Canon-Divergent AU, rated T)

He spots a shock of pink hair in the afternoon crowd of shoppers. Seizing the rare moment, he shouts, "Sakura-chan!!!"

She stops and turns, her eyes immediately connecting with his. She seems just as glad to see him as he is to see her. It feels like it's been ages.

7. "Fan Service" (One-shot, High School AU, rated T)

He assesses the salmon pink material encasing his arms leading to wide, white cuffs around his wrists. His examination trails down to the frilly white apron tied extra tight around his waist, thanks to Sakura’s strength, and the fluffy pink skirt with its fluffy white ruffles. His thick knees peek out from the bottom of the skirt, completing the ensemble as a perfect eyesore.

8. "Last Chance" (Complete, High School AU, rated T)

Fireworks leap into the dark.

Blooming,

Pounding,

Cascading in heat and light.

She feels it in her heart.

This moment won’t last forever, she has only now.

Her last chance to tell him.

9. "Scars / cellophane" (one-shot, Canon-Compatible, rated T)

Sometimes, it hurts.

The ache that runs across the bunched, taut, discolored skin below her shoulder blade clouds the forefront of her mind. The ghost of the chakra rod pushing against her ribs uncomfortably gives her reason to pause, no matter what she’s doing.

10. "Genghis Khan" (1/?, Modern AU, rated E)

His phone vibrates, and Shion’s text lights up his screen: “Hey, you free tonight?”

Fiddling with his phone, he imagines spending the night with her. He’d go over to her apartment, they’d make some small talk about his new workplace before he diverts the convo to her, ask her about how things are at Moryo, but he’s not really going to care all that much, she’s not going to have much to share anyway, and then he’d get to fuck her...overall it’d be an hour wellspent, and had this been last week, he would’ve texted back by now.

But, now that he’s got sex on his mind, he knows who he’d rather have naked beneath him.

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I posted way more in the past year than I thought I did. A few of them aren't on AO3. What should I do about the unusual fic-specific asks ones? Should I add them to their parent fics? I feel like....that's strange.

Anyway....who to tag.... @happyocelot, @powerful-niya, @secrettastemakerland, @myaekingheart, @chloelapomme and anyone else! Please tag me so I see your post!

#tag game

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daughter-of-sapph0 · 2 years

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whoever programmed the tiktok auto captions to change the phrase "9 to 5" into the text "4:51" needs to be hit by a bus.

yes, the time is literally nine minutes til five. but no one says "nine to five" and means that it's nine minutes before five o'clock. they're talking about their fucking shift, or the Dolly Parton song.

I've never met a person outside of old boomers who say "it's blank til blank" when talking about the time. and even then, it's "til" not "to". and even then even then, it's never as precise as nine minutes. it's always intervals of five minutes. if you need to be so precise that you need to indicate that it's specifically nine minutes before five, you'd just say "four fifty-one"

auto captions should not change the text you say. they should change nothing at all. they should simply put down exactly what you said. they are for deaf and hard of hearing people to understand what is being said by someone. if the captions don't exactly match the text, then deaf and hoh people are missing information that hearing people get, and that's ablist and discrimination.

imagine if asl interpretators just signed something completely different to what was being said. imagine if you tried to translate something to a different language and the translation software completely changed the meaning of the sentence. imagine if you looked up the lyrics for a song and they were entirely different to what was being sung. that's what this stupid auto caption thing on tiktok is like

this isn't the first time the auto captions have been completely fucked up on tiktik. a while back, it would capitalize every instance of "us" into "US". every instance. that includes people saying the letters that rhyme with "you ess"... as well as the word "us", the pronoun meaning you and me... as well as in the middle of words, like "trUSt". literally it was the most basic logic ever. "if the letter U is followed by the letter S, then capitalize both letters, no matter what". it doesn't check if you're actually talking about the acronym for the united states or not, it doesn't care if your saying a completely different word, it doesn't even care if it's in the middle of another word. it capitalized every instance of "us" ever. and unless you went in and manually changed it, which almost no one did, it was stuck like that for months.

another glitch is with numbers. it fucking hates numbers. I'm gonna write out a few examples of spoken text, followed by what the auto captions SHOULD say, and then followed by what I actually saw it put on tiktok.

spoken: "twenty nine percent"

should be: "29%"

what it shows up as: "29"

sometimes the percent sign doesn't show up at all, for whatever fucking reason. not the word percent either. so a sentence that's spoken as "there's a twenty nine percent increase" would show up as "there's a 29 increase".

spoken: "it weighs fifty pounds"

should be: "it weighs 50 pounds" (even "it weighs 50lbs" can be confusing for some people)

what it shows up as: "it weighs £50.00"

given the amount of people who talk about imperial weight is probably far more than the amount of people who talk about the price of objects in British pounds sterling, as well as the fact that a simple ai could easily figure out the the context of the conversation is about weight, not price, this one just makes me really mad.

and my fucking favorite one

spoken: "five hundred thousand"

should be: "500,000"

what it shows up as "5,001,000"

I think it thought it was "five hundred" followed by "one thousand" but somehow combined those two numbers in the same way prek kids think 1 plus 1 is 11, and then adds commas every three digits

anyway, tiktoks auto captions fucking suck. this is a billion dollar social media website. how the fuck does it function so fucking poorly? there is no reason for it to be like this. it's almost intentionally bad.

the only option for users to fix this is to manually go into the captions for each and every one of your videos and manually type out everything you said. and if it's a video longer than a few seconds, it's just unfeasible to type everything and sync it up perfectly to when it's being said. and that's just the people who care about making their videos accessible. most people don't care about captions at all, and just let deaf and hoh people suffer with the shitty auto captions, and when the captions are broken they might make a correction or joke about it in the comments. some people don't even know that captions exist at all. like they could really care less if it was fixed or not. it doesn't concern them because they can hear normally.

tiktok could easily fix this. they have so much money and people and staff and resources that it could be solved perfectly, not just in English, but in all languages, in under a week. but they don't. because they do not care about disabled people at all.

#dostxt #tiktok sucks

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der-karibisch-heyder · 1 year

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Caribbean Currency 2

Continuing from the last post I made.

(Pictured: Florentine Guilder from 1341)

So I did a bit more reading around, mostly in the interest of grasping living wages and cost of living in the 17th and 18th centuries. In doing so I came across more in depth information about Dutch currency beyond the Lion Dollar, namely the Guilder.

Guilder, which is the English term for Gulden, which is German and Dutch for just “golden”, an informal term for “gold penny”. It is largely considered interchangeable with the Florin, as the currency was widely used all across the reach of the Holy Roman Empire. Anyway.

A Guilder was essentially worth half a Lion Dollar. Recall earlier, a Lion Dollar is worth between 4 and 5 Shillings in English currency. It takes 20 shillings to make a pound, thus 4 to 5 Lion Dollars to make a pound. Hence, it takes about 10 guilders to make a pound, so a Guilder is roughly equal to 1/10th the value of the pound or English Guinea. This is all noteworthy because the Guilder was the long accepted go-to currency for foreign reserves, likely due to its equal value and standing with the Florin and its widespread use across central Europe.

In reading on all this, I too found the values of ships were often rated in tonnage. Specifically about 20 pounds to the ton. Using some ships in Devil’s Eye for a quick reference...

La Demonia Roja, a massive Manilla Galleon, weighs in at 1000 tons of storage, giving it a massive value of 20,000 pounds.

The Barracuda, a simple schooner, weighs in at a mere 100 tons, giving it the value of 2000 pounds.

The Barracuda’s long standing rival and competitor from their piracy days, the Dutch vessel Diantha, being a converted Fluyt (a ship with a unique design meant to maximize tonnage without taking up too much area), weighs in with 400 tons for a value of 8000 pounds.

The HMS Cavalier, a 6th Rate warship oared frigate captained by an old former friend of Ravyn Hurley’s father, Post-Captain Jack Davenport, weighs in at 300 tons for a value of 6000 pounds.

For comparison’s sake, the annual wage of the First Lord of the Treasury of England was 4000 pounds. It’s a little sad that Ravyn’s pride of a ship is worth less than that, but such is life. Middle class wages were expected to be anywhere between 40 and 75 pounds a year, which is about what would be expected for a merchant trader who owned a ship. Given the costs of a ship and hiring a crew to captain and sail the ship, the loans must be outrageous. Despite that, a ship was a long term investment that often paid for itself several dozen times over several decades of use, which is why piracy for stealing such vessels was a lucrative business to begin with.

Other notable wages and fees of the 17th and 18th centuries include:

Coach rides were 5 pence per mile if you rode inside the coach, and 2 pence per mile if you rode on the outside.

River ferrying was about 3 pence per mile.

A cheap shared bed at an inn would cost you 2 pence a night - but an unfurnished room for rent would only cost 1 shilling a week, so it was actually cheaper to pay by week if you were staying over long term. (Things like this are again, why Ravyn needs Robert around to manage the crew’s finances!)

Servants only made between 2 and 5 pounds a year in earnings, but their estate would pay for their clothing, food, and board, which were the most common and costly expenses of living at the time. A more experienced housemaid could make up to 8 pounds a year, and an exceptional housekeeper could make up to 15 pounds a year.

Lastly, it was generally assumed anyone making 500 pounds or more a year were considered wealthy to some degree or another. I don’t know how far up one must go the wealth ladder to be considered nobility or aristocracy, though.

As for the money the Heyder family pulls in, I’m still working that out. I’m imagining Robert having a fairly large amount of disposable income, but not enough to where he can just liberally throw money at any and every problem he comes across. Otherwise it would start begging some questions. I’ll get back to that later.

#OOC #real history #given the Heyder family's closeness with the Hawthornes #and the fact both of Robert's sons work jobs #it wouldn't make sense for the family to be fabulously wealthy #but they are more comfortable than most #again im still working on it

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todaysthinks · 10 months

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Trauma cycles and synesthesia-driven neuroses

I need a writing outlet desperately for my own self-discipline and brain documentation. Writing down my stream of consciousness is the only way I'm going to be able to measure my improvements over time. I'm going to try out this tipping feature, in case something I write now or in the future resonates deeply enough with a person that they feel compelled to throw me a dollar or two out of appreciation for crafting it into something they can read.

Today marks about 4 days since I last allowed my thoughts to go to "the bad place". My trips to the bad place begin with a trigger. Maybe it's a tragic news story that I'm captioning, or a sound that spooked me, or an event that happens on a TV show I'm watching. I start fantasizing about the overwhelm that I would experience if that deadly scenario happened to my family members. I picture each of them separately dying that way and weigh which death would be the most… I suppose, tragic or ironic or whatever the negative equivalent of "serendipitous" is, out of all four of my immediates. I think about the hormones that will be pumped into my veins when I receive "the call". I put myself in their position at the imagined moment of their death and feel what it would feel like to have my body terminated in whatever horrific way I've just latched onto.

And then I wonder, what if it's actually me that's going to die soon and the universe is just giving me signals to let me know? I panic that the recurring "visions" that I create and relive are premonitions. I picture what it will be like to be driving in a car, at night, in the rain, (possibly speeding to escape a home invasion) and seeing a car coming at my driver's side full speed. I let myself feel the impact. Note to self, it's been about 4 years that I've been doing this every night and so far no crushing tragedies have come to fruition.

Could ultimately ending with this "maybe it's going to be me" conclusion be caused by years of compounding car trauma? It seems so specific. I can't remember why I started thinking about that particular scenario months ago, either. What I DO know is that I've crafted a couple of these recurring scenarios over time, and each time, convinced myself that "that was the way it was going to happen" because I keep coming back to it all the time, over and over.

Last week it looked like this. I noticed how eerily quiet the neighborhood was and imagined a bomb going off somewhere, pumping my body full of the uncomfortable being-startled hormones that I hate and avoid at all costs. I thought about how maybe eventually one day I could be the victim of an explosion. I continue to wait to hear an explosion in the silence. Murphy's Law is just waiting around the corner.. Any second. My heart pounds. Then I think, "If this were supposed to happen at a symbolic moment, it would've happened already. But the minute I let my guard down is when the explosion is FOR SURE going to happen so I'd better stay alert.

It feels so scary to be alive in this fragile body knowing it can be easily splattered by something out of my control. What feels worse, though, is the feeling of being startled. Synesthesia causes the feelings of being startled to occur like a bright, painful lightning bolt that shoots through my body and blinds me momentarily. To explain, synesthesia is a miswiring between my sensory body parts (vision, sight, taste, etc.) and the way they occur to my brain (sound is visual in my peripherals, color schemes "taste" like things or create sensations, amongst other things).

Anyway, I remember that I come to this conclusion all the time, how the sensitivity to being startled is what I fixate on, not what comes after or what life will be like when I lose my loved ones. For comparison, thinking about a long-term death, like a sickness, is not something I fixate on even though it's perfectly likely. And likewise, if there's already a steady stream of sound happening around me, it is hard to startle me even if I hear something weird. I have to make clear for myself in writing over and over again that my sensitivity to being startled is the part that freaks me the heck out. I can't make this distinction enough.

To go even deeper, I've realized the reason why I fixate on my family members dying before we're all "ready" comes from feeling that through my 20s, I absorbed myself in the touring band life and all of my vices for the wrong reasons. I spent all of my free time away from my family, rarely visited my childhood home where my parents and brothers still lived, and went straight to the bar for a semblance of social time when I was done working at late o'clock for most days of my legal drinking life. I missed out on all the amazing things my family were up to while I was living like a low-budget rock star. I don't think there will ever be enough time to feel like I have made up for the time that I missed.

The reconnection and closeness from my family the last 2ish years has been rejuvenating, but it's clear to me that my parents are getting older, my cats are slowing down, my once-close pals have mostly dropped off, and the reasons I attached myself to people from teenaged years to 28ish were probably more disingenuous than not.

The life I want is clear now- one that allows me to soak up as much time with my favorite people/creatures as possible and for those times to be overwhelmingly visceral and happy, and free of any more pre-grief. Four days down.

#synesthesia #trauma #mental health #journal #my patterns #pre-grief #fixations #introspection

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mytwitterisdogtoast1 · 1 year

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Dead Island 2 and the thousand year wait.

I love Zombies. I love Dead Island (One of my favorite games and my favorite shooter) and Riptide was a great follow up. I’ve had a hard past involving Dead Island and how I’ve finished it over 4 times and beaten it getting every character up to the max levels in both 1 and Riptide because of various reasons (Xbox got stolen, ps3 my mom bought got stolen, beat it on ps3 and then got a ps4 which eventually died and had to redo all the data on it). You could say I’m an avid fan of the series 2 main games so I have been waiting for this game for a long time and even patiently waited sitting, waiting, hoping it would get out of hell. My patience has not been rewarded. Dead Island 2 is a tough pill to swallow. The game’s not bad but it lacks something to make it great. The game is a solid experience besides a few things I dislike about it (taking out the entire fact that it is Dead Island and just focusing on the game play aspect). So what do I dislike about Dead Island 2? Let’s start with the gameplay stuff first. Firstly the games got one thing going for it that is fantastic. The gore and damage to zombies in this is great and all the effort put into it shows. The combat is a little bit jankier as they upped the speed of combat a little and it’s not a smooth event when it happens. Hit boxes are a little off too. This can be forgiven if they didn’t bring back the 2 most egregious parts of the first games combat. Firstly guns are just awful in this game. They were bad in the first but had a really important part of the game tied to it. See guns were bad then but they helped kill a specific enemy. Humans. Humans seem to be lacking in this game from what I have played and all we have is the undead. Some of you probably think that I’m gonna say there are not enough zombies in the game but that is the worst take I’ve seen on this game. The zombies fucking spawn often and replace the ones you killed too quickly but that isn’t the issue. Special zombies in this game are just like the last one. Fucking tedious to deal with. The worst part is because everything is faster paced now they just get even more annoying to deal with. It’s not fun having a fatty fat fat vom-zom come at you while 2 big bois try and pound you like you’re the ground. That shit is annoying especially since they are not only all sponges compared to the regular zombies but because they also have attacks that are just annoying to deal with. They also deal tons of damage as well. Sure health is easy to replenish when you can make a ton of health kits but it gets super tedious when you eventually get screamers who call in tons of dead from the surrounding areas who are also big bois and fatsos and runners, and special runners, and walkers, and so on. That brings me to the other point on special zombies. Variants are also annoying. See certain zombies are there that are undamaged by certain effects such as fire, or electric, or damage in general and that shit adds to the tedium of the other zombies who are special. Especially when you have less weapons you can carry in general and they get broken easily because you have zombies who respawn quickly in an area. I had killed 3 screamers and all the people in an area and figured id go into a house since it’d been hours since I looted it, got a few items, came back out and everything had respawned in a matter of moments. All my weapons had become half health and since money is slightly harder to get since picking up weapons is now limited compared to the first game and I can only hold so much I just had to beat them and basically have never looted in the first place since it didn’t amount to much anyway. That also becomes the issue. Dead island 1 is technically bigger in scope in its areas. They are much larger and have more to loot and places to go and not everything that is cool is locked behind 1500 dollars of in game pay wall called fuses. Loot becomes annoying and tedious to deal with when you can’t do much besides break it down. Now I will say this. The game does allow you to remove the additional effects you have on weapons and store them for later use if need be. Giving you back parts to remake stuff later and have it so you can sell weapons and parts when needed. That however is removed with the tedium of going back and forth between each weapon instead of a quick 1 button press to cycle between weapons on a menu. This game is filled with those small details to cause slight annoyance. Hell, as much as the puzzles are low and so on I don’t expect much since the game is a zombie fps. Puzzles aren’t a big deal but the whole dying quickly from things such as electricity and poison and so on based on your character model gets kind of annoying. Which brings me to my actual gripes with the game. Dead Island 1 has a solid - great cast of characters. Not really anyone I disliked out of the main cast. I also love Sam B but who doesn’t right? The thing is this new cast of characters all kind of doesn’t hit the same. Also none of them feel unique. It is difficult to really get behind these characters based on the simple fact that not only are there 6 characters to choose from who all feel kind of samey with their back stories but they also kind of play the same based on your style of play. It means you find one dude who you like and then just build them in a specific style while not really getting rewarded based on that style. Here’s what I mean. In 1/Riptide (I will now basically refer to them both as 1) you have 5 different playable characters. Each one a unique style of play offensively and defensively. You have Logan who is a jack of all trades allowing you to not only use any weapon you come across but also later on in the next game he’s in actually get throwing weapons. His defensive ability is alcohol acts as another easier to find med kit. You have Purna who deals more damage with guns and also pumps up all your stat boosts. Meaning when playing with other people you can pump their healing and damage abilities making it safer for you and even if you’re alone you still get boosts to your boosts because yo dawg insert Xzibit meme here. You get Xian mei who is great with swords and pumping out shit tons of damage and heals better with the rarer harder to find med kits. You have John who is a strange mix of offense and being tanky while doing it and having heals in his offensive abilities which are based on hand to hand weapons and lastly, you have Sam B who is a tank who heals over time as well as has blunt weapons. When I look at these new people there are 6 people who are all a mish mash at the end of the game. Honestly they don’t feel like they do anything because as much as some cards in your skill cards are for 2 people tops they can interchange play styles easily. Which kind of removes the point of having styles be on a specific person to begin with. Stats kind of don’t matter after a while when one is walking speed. Especially since running no longer costs stamina. In fact stamina feels kinda useless cause sure I can do power attacks which are stamina costing but I can also instead spec my character into fast attacks, slap on corrosive damage, kill everything quick, and also heal when attacked by dodging which can go on like every character. I’ve been telling my friends for years Dead Island is basically just Borderlands but with zombies and it’s mostly true besides a few small details. The reason why was the skill tree. You can invest in how you want to play a character by either taking fury, or just having no fury skills. I don’t enjoy fury so I never took it until riptide when I ran out of other stuff to take. One of my largest gripes though is kind of how I have 0 interest in the caste of characters. DI2 sure has some characters doesn’t it? You have the dude who does dangerous stuff. Then you have the girl who likes to do dangerous stuff. There is the stripper. There’s the girl who does dangerous stuff. There’s the girl who does dangerous stuff. Lastly there is the guy who is an assassin. Does that sound vague? Here let me try that with the caste of 1. You got the rapper, The girl who is a body guard, the athlete, the hotel girl who is undercover, and the military guy. Maybe that is a little unfair. Let’s try 2 again. You have the stunt person, the stunt person, the person who runs, the stripper, the person who does skate fighting, and the guy who hustles. They sound interesting now but when you have 2 stunt people and then everyone seems like they’re capable compared to the one guy who was a rap artist who just so happens to be here it kind of falls a little flat. Especially since we lost out on “Jack Black”. The loss of the Jack Black character AKA Max. See it’s only under recent events that I had learned that he originally was not going to be a playable character but even then Jack Black impersonators are always cool to have around. They in 10 years could have changed him to be in the game. It’s honestly strange they just didn’t make a better Dead Island. That’s because they just made Dead Island with some changes. We got a game that was in development for 10 years and it did not do enough. It changed tons of things and didn’t do enough to make those changes better the game. Honestly a tighter smaller caste with skill trees (like the first) would have been nice. Shit a proper ending that probably doesn’t hinge on the dlc we are getting would have also been nice. Lastly having characters like Sam B not return would have been nice. I think that’s honestly a misstep since I personally would have rather played him than anyone else. (He also doesn’t feel like Sam B and is just there kinda for like nostalgia pop) I’ve for years envisioned myself playing Jack Black and killing zombies. That’s my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up. The game being kind of mid is their fault. Next time you let a game be worked on for a decade maybe do better than ok. I just hope you guys can come back and actually make Dead Island 3 a decent game because if you don’t you are going to lose out on a franchise who could have decent staying power.

#Dead Island #dead island 2

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