#him just predy!!!!

[barcalover86]

Where you are know as one of the best prodigy on the Barcelona female team. One day, they host a Barcelona event for the male and female team, to which you get really drunk and end up having a make out session with predi. However, what you don’t realize is that you guys were recorded and was later posted on the internet making it a huge scandal. But in an interview Pedri decided to defend your name saying “I can’t kiss my girlfriend” you may end it with a fluff and/or smut where they both end up together.

fluff

Summary: You make a mistake that everyone knows now, and Pedri defends you.

You and your team won the Champions League, and Barca was throwing a party where both, girls and boys, were invited.

You were so into the moment that you didn't even realise how much you've drunk. You started to dance and enjoy the moment with your girls celebrating the win.

You always loved the boys' team, mostly Pedri Gonzalez, and when you saw him at the party, your heart skipped a beat.

Your friends told you to go talk with him, but you were so scared that he will reject you.

"Have another drink, and you'll forget it tomorrow" said a friend of yours.

"Wish me luck" you told the girls after you took another shot of alcohol.

You weren't thinking straight back then, so you just went to Pedri and kissed his lips.

He was so shocked by your action, but didn't object. He kissed you back with passion. He was sitting on a bar chair so you put one leg toward his.

What you two didn't know was that you were filmed by some boys, drunk as well, and without realising it, they uploaded the video on their story.

You didn't kissed much because after some time you were tired so you just sat on his lap and started to chat.

He was blushing when he looked at you after you two kissed and you smiled at him.

He did have an interest for you for some time, and you are making the first move, which made him happy.

When you saw the news the next day you were so angry with yourself for drinking that much. You didn't even remember, nor Pedri, that you two made out, and the news made you both surprised.

The fans were going crazy, judging you and making bad comments about the way you look. Is like after you touched Pedri's lips, everyone forgot how kind you were before.

Today, Pedri had an interview, and after some time of answering questions about football, the reporter asked him about you.

"A few days ago, you were asked about your love life, and you told us that you are not in love. Yesterday something interesting happened. Have you found a girl and fell in love that quickly, or is it, as everyone says, just a night adventure?"

Pedri somehow expected this question, but the way he was asked kinda surprised him.

"I don't understand why my love life interests you that much."

"Vamos, Pedri. Tell us, make people understand you."

"I honestly tell you that I don't understand why people hate her that much after one night of doing nothing wrong. She is a sweetheart. We admired each other for some time. What people didn't know is that we didn't just kiss but talked a lot about our lives. We weren't sore back then, but still, I don't see why you hate her? We did the same thing, and if you hate her, why not hate me too? We did the same thing, and I didn't know that kissing your girlfriend was something bad until I had seen the news this morning."

Everyone was shocked at his answer, especially you, who were watching him on tv.

Your heart melted at his voice and when you two saw eachother at training, your heart skipped a beat.

"Look y/n, I'm sorry if saying that you are my girlfriend made you uncomfortable. I wanted to protect you and I had to listen to my heart"

"No, no, Pedri. That's all good. I'm really thankful for what you did for me, gracias mucho."

He smiled at you, and you looked into each other's eyes when he finally leaned in to kiss you. You smiled, and he took that as an yes.

The kiss was beautiful and soft, full of love..like you always imagined.

"Now you really are my sweet girlfriend"

You laughed and kissed him again.

[milawritesstuff]

Where you are know as one of the best prodigy on the Barcelona female team. One day, they host a Barcelona event for the male and female team, to which you get really drunk and end up having a make out session with predi. However, what you don’t realize is that you guys were recorded and was later posted on the internet making it a huge scandal. But in an interview Pedri decided to defend your name saying “I can’t kiss my girlfriend” you may end it with a fluff and/or smut where they both end up together.

A/N: I combined these two because they went together. Hope you like it.

No warnings.

•••

-I wish the boys weren’t coming.- said your friend, Alexia, as your car drove pass all of the cameras into the restaurant. You rolled your eyes. -They’re not all that bad.-

She laughed. -Because you have the hots for Gonzalez.- You gave her a smack on her shoulder. -Be quiet. I don’t. I just think he’s a great player.- 

-Says one of the best players in the Barça women’s team.- She scoffed back. You shook your head. The car grew quiet as the car approached the entrance. Alexia got off first then you followed. Once out you realized a car behind you was also unloading. You saw Gavi get out and behind followed Pedri. You smiled his way, he looked at you from head to toe and he winked sending you butterflies to your stomach. Before you could smile back or actually do anything the cameras were already on him and his friends. 

You and your friend walked into the restaurant and were escorted to the private room where the event was going to be held. You looked around but the boys weren't in yet. As you were spaced out you felt a hand on your thigh, you turned around and saw Alexia. -I saw that wink.- You laughed and rolled your eyes. -He winks at everyone.- 

-You know him so well yet you’ve never said more than hello to him.- Alexia teased. -I did congratulate him for a match once.- You add which causes Alexia to laugh. -Okay, you know so much about him yet you've only ever said 'Hola' and 'Good game' to the man.-

The room quickly began to fill up. More of your teammates showed up and the rest of the Barça boys did too. Despite belonging to the same club you guys didn’t mingle a lot and it was nice to finally see some of them. Some of them were always so rowdy and annoyed your teammates, like Jordi. The night continued and the dance floor opened up. You danced with some of your teammates and had some drinks. 

As you returned to your table you realized a few of the boys were heading your way, Jordi leading them. -We are going to play a game.- you looked over at Alexia and laughed. -We are not playing Jordi.- He interrupted you. 

-Just a quick drinking game. To see who’s better, you or us.- he said. You rolled your eyes and noticed Pedri was in the group, he laughed at Jordi. -If they don’t want to play it’s okay, Jordi. They forfeit. We are better.- Said Pedri taunting you, and your competitive side.

You turned your attention to him, Jordi was about to turn around and walk away. -Hold on, let’s go. Let’s play, we know we are better.- the boys smirked.

Pedri walked over closer to you. -Hola, ready?- He said. You smiled and nodded your head.

You were horrible at the game and ended up drinking more than what you had planned. As it turns out, Pedri was horrible too. Jordi, of course, played magnificently almost as if he spent his days practicing this instead of soccer. -Jordi won, Y/N and Pedri are the losers here.- said Ferran.

-I just need some practice.- you said causing them all to laugh. -I don’t think any practice is going to help you.- added Alexia. 

You weren’t used to drinking and this was way over your limit. You felt warm and somehow stumbled your way out to catch some fresh air. After walking through the garden to the side of the restaurant you found an empty bench and sat down. You could feel everything moving around you. You were so glad the next day was a rest day because you could already feel the hangover you were going to wake up with. As you sat there questioning your decision to play the stupid drinking game you saw a shadow approaching you. You looked up and saw Pedri standing in front of you.

-Pedri.- you smiled.

-You know my name.- he walked over and sat on the bench.

-Who doesn’t.- 

He smirked. -And I know your name, Y/N.- You smiled. 

-You did great in there.- You joked. His cheeks were red and he began to warm his hands up. -You weren't so bad yourself.- You both laughed and sat there soon silence taking over you.

-You - you are amazing out on the field.- You said to him somewhat nervously. -Don't let Jordi hear you admit this or you will never head the end of it.- He said quickly adding -And thank you. You're amazing.-

-Thank you.- You smiled and once again allowed for silence to take over.

He interrupted the silence.

-And I guess we have more in common, we both suck at drinking games.- you raised your eyebrow at Pedri.

-What else do we have in common?- he smirked.

-We both play for Barça.- he shrugged his shoulders as you giggled.

-Duh, of course.- he shook his head and gave you a smile that sent shivers down your body. The way he looked at you, it was the type of look that made you want to leave everything for that person. You looked down at the floor.

-I hardly drink.- you confessed.

-Same here, maybe that’s why we suck at the game.- you turned over to him. -You think?- You said sarcastically causing him to roll his eyes at you. Your eyes locked with each other and before you could say anything you felt his hand going up to your head and gently placing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

-I think sometimes alcohol makes you do stupid thinks.- he explained. You nodded. -But sometimes it also gives you that extra push you needed.- you added. 

He giggled. -You mean liquor courage?- 

-Exactly.-

He bit his bottom lip and stared at you intrigued. -What would you need liquor courage for?- he whispered as his body got closer to yours. But you couldn’t respond. Instead before he had time to say anything else your lips attacked his. 

The little voice in your head was telling you to stop. You hardly knew him. You were out in public. But your body was telling you the opposite. You were letting your intrusive thoughts get the best out of you. Doing what you had wanted to do ever since you had laid eyes on him. Doing what you wanted to do every time you saw him out running with his teammates, when you saw him celebrating his goals on the pitch.

You felt as one of his hands grabbed the back of your head. The other cupping your face. He reciprocated every kiss you gave him. His lips were soft and plump. He left delicate kisses on your lips that were also full of desire and need. 

Finally the two of you pulled away to gasp for air. His eyes fixated on yours. He touched his lips with his hand and smiled. 

-I-I’m sorry.- You stuttered.

-Don't be. Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do that for? He asked causing you to blush. 

You heard voices approaching you and eventually the light of a camera flash. You stood up from the bench and without saying a word to Pedri walked away leaving him there, alone. 

The night ended in you and Alexia going back home. You stumbled into your room and managed to take off your makeup and take a quick shower before getting into bed. 

You woke up the next morning to Alexia knocking on your door. -Wake up!- you opened your eyes and looked over to your door realizing you had locked the night before. 

-My head is killing me.- you said as you opened your bedroom door for Alexia and began to walk back to your bed. -Have you checked your phone?- she asked. -I just woke up.- you explained. Alexia sat on the bed and took a deep breath. Well prepare yourself because this might just make your head hurt more. 

She handed you her phone and you began to scroll. The paparazzi had been waiting around the restaurant to catch anything and unfortunately they had caught yours and Pedri’s makeout session. Instagram was full of pictures of the two of you kissing. Of course all of the posts blamed you, the narrative was that you got so drunk you had roped him into a kiss. 

-So much for having the day off.- you scoffed. -I have this horrible hangover and now this.- You threw the phone onto your bed and let out a loud scream into the pillow. 

-Calm down Y/N. I’m sure this will simmer down by tomorrow.- you rolled your eyes at Alexia. -You know how the fans get, specially when its him or Gavi. I’m basically a slut in their eyes.- 

-But you’re not.- 

-I shouldn’t have kissed him.- you said regretting last nights choices.

-He wanted to kiss you too. This would be completely normal for two people your age if you weren’t Barça’s prodigies.-

You spent the rest of the day in your room. Occasionally looking through Instagram only to be bombarded with more and more posts of the same pictures. Each one with a different narrative, but you always the one to blame, him the victim. Pedri had been quiet the whole day on his account, of course since nobody was blaming him. 

You had finally taken a siesta when once again Alexia woke you up screaming. -Y/N!-

You grunted. -What?-

-It’s Pedri. Him and Xavi just finished their pre match press conference. Here.- She handed you her phone and you pushed play.  After they had finished asking the two questions about the match one reporter decided to ask Pedri about the pictures. 

-Pedri, Pedri one last thing. This morning the pictures of you and Y/N have taken over social media. Eye witnesses say Y/N was completely drunk and throwing herself onto you. What are your comments on her behavior?-

Pedri shook his head and looked over at Xavi who offered him a half smile. They were all waiting to see what Pedri was going to answer. 

-I’m not sure who these eye witnesses were but I think you all have to get better ones.- Everyone began to laugh. 

-Y/N wasn’t any more drunk than the rest of us. We enjoyed some drinks.- He added. 

The reporter interrupted him. -And what about this kiss Pedri? What kind of example is Y/N setting for all those little girls who support her? She just threw herself at you and-

Now it was Pedri who interrupted him. -I’m not sure what the problem is, my girlfriend can’t kiss me? 

-Your girlfriend?- You could hear the commotion amongst the crowd.

-Yes, my girlfriend. And I would appreciate if we stopped all the rumors and name calling.-

You stopped the video and turned over to look at Alexia. -Why would he say that?- She shrugged her shoulders and laughed. -Does it matter? He defended you Y/N.-

-And what’s going to happen when they all find out it’s not true?-

-And what if he wants it to be true?- asked Alexia. 

You spent the rest of the night thinking of what Pedri had done. 

A few days later you were getting ready for a match. Your teammates had already left out to the pitch for warm up and you were running towards the tunnel when you ran into him.

-Hola.- he said.

-Pedri, I- I had been meaning to reach out to you and thank you.-

-Thank me for what?-

-Lying, telling them we are going out, it stopped all of the rumors and- He interrupted you.

-I hate when they start to name call, I couldn’t let them do that to you.- You smiled. -But I don’t know about lying.-

You giggled. -What do you mean?- He took a step closer to you, now his body extremely close to yours. He was nervous. -Maybe we don’t have to lie.-

-We hardly know each other.-

He shrugged his shoulders. -I know enough to know I like you.- he smiled. 

-Y/N!- one of your trainers called from the end of the tunnel for you to hurry.

-I have to go.- you told Pedri as you began to jog away. 

-Wait.- he yelled out stopping you.-Can you at least think about it?-

You smiled and turned back continuing to jog. -I’ll keep it in mind Gonzalez.- 

The match was crazy, against Lyon a tough contender. It was tough but your team won. You scored a hat trick, each goal giving you more life than the last. You couldn’t believe what a game you and your teammates had. 

After the game you were named the best player of the match. You stood in front of reporters and you were thankful that Pedri had shot down all of the rumors because you got to enjoy the moment. They all praised you. 

-Y/N, who were those goals for?- you smiled and looked over at the stands spotting Pedri who had stayed for the match. He winked at you. 

-For my boyfriend, Pedri.- You answered.

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[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

steve harrington x reader

'Always'

@plainemmanem inspired me for this fic

You were looking for your boyfriend at another one of those stupid house parties.

Usually Steve stayed at least partially sober. But this morning he has a big fight with his dad, and you offered to drive.

So, you found a wasted Steve giggling while being supported by an annoyed Tommy.

"There she is, thank God," he mumbled, "Do you need help carrying him out?"

"No, " you reply and you pull your boyfriend into you by the waist.

as you walk a very wasted Steve out to the car he starts playing with your hair.

"You's predy," he mumbles sniffing your hair.

You open the door and shove your intoxicated boyfriend inside before going around to the driver's side.

You decide this would be a good time for alsing those type of questions he usually refused to answer.

"What's your middle name?" You ask. He looks at you and smiles.

"I have two, which is more than you," he starts giggling. "And I'm not telling,"

"if you don't tell me then I win, need some proof," your boyfriend pouts at that response.

"My full, uh, name yeah name," he stutters, "Is steve Ruth Eisenhower Harrington," he starts giggling. Again. He then passed out after laughing for a few more minutes.

** Steve woke up the next morning hung over and unaware of what you told him**

It had been two years since the party, Steve had sobered up after taking in the Party. And you had yet to use his middle name.

It was after Watergate, Steve had dive in. You had a longer breath capacity but he didn't care.

You back at his house stitching wounds.

"Babe you look mad," he says in an attempt to calm you.

"Not mad," you all but growl at him.

You continue to stitch his side, he groans in pain.

"You do look mad," Steve says again.

"STEVE RUTH EISENHOWER HARRINGTON," you yell, "IF YOU DONT STOP ASKING ME IF I AM MAD I WILL BE,"

"H.. how did you know? " He questions looking confused as ever as you move to work on his face.

"You got wasted two years ago, I've been waiting for the right time to tell you," you say as you apply antiseptic to his forehead.

"Okay so I'm assuming president Eisenhower, but Ruth?" You ask.

"That is my grandma's name, and please don't tell anybody, baby," he pleads. He places a kiss on your wrist as you move to work on his cheek.

"Please. Steve, I can't handle this," you say.

Steve sighs, "I-I just couldn't.. send you down there,"

"But you had to go, if I had went the vine thing probably wouldn't of happened, I'm a father swimmer. You know this, but you still went," you tell him what you were thinking.

He winces as you finish dabbing the wound.

"Look, I have to protect the one thing I can't lose. That's you, I love you. But I'm not going to stop," he says.

"Then don't expect me to either, and I love you, Steve Ruth Eisenhower Harrington," you say. You start to wrap his neck in gauze.

"Babe," he groans as he rests his head against your arm. "please don't call me that,"

"Me or Dustin,"

"You, asshole," he mocks.

You sigh as you finish with his wounds

He places a soft kiss on your lips, he tries to deepen it but you don't allow it. He pouts as you stop.

"You are not getting any action, you have stitches," you warn as you sit next to him.

"Fine, but you could give me head," he reminds

You smack his arm, "Already trying to get me in your pants, we had sex this morning,"

"Always,"

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[soccerwag]

Where you are know as one of the best prodigy on the Barcelona female team. One day, they host a Barcelona event for the male and female team, to which you get really drunk and end up having a make out session with predi. However, what you don’t realize is that you guys were recorded and was later posted on the internet making it a huge scandal. But in an interview Pedri decided to defend your name saying “I can’t kiss my girlfriend” you may end it with a fluff and/or smut where they both end up together.

Yes, since Pedri is still kind of young in my eyes I won’t be going into full detail smut but there will be suggestive sentences🫶🏼 I’ll let you and the other readers mind fill in the rest.

Coincidence

Pairing: pedri x fem reader

Summary: when you the femme Barca prodigy and pedri the men’s Barca prodigy along with your teams get invited to a celebratory event where you end up drunk and one thing leads to another before it is revealed the next day on social media outlets that you were recorded making out with the player in which he defends you in an interview.

Warnings: slight smut/suggestive sentences.

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Today me and my team were invited to a celebratory event along side the mens team. We had been winning almost every match recently so Xavi decided to hold an event for our men’s and women’s team. At first I was hesitant to attend because I’m not too big on parties but I soon decided to go, step outside my comfort zone.

I was finally ready. I was wearing a tight fitting dark blue dress and simple makeup. I decided to wear converse because I’m really awful at walking in heels. I grabbed my keys before heading out. I was slightly nervous. My social anxiety is awful and this is one of the times its at it’s worst. I finally arrived at the building.

Well here goes nothing was all I could think.

I greeted some of my teammates and complimented them on how beautiful they all looked. They were all in really nice dresses or blazers. After chit chatting for a while I decided to head to the bar. I wanted to sooth my racing mind and heart with a few drinks.

I ordered a few drinks and then a few more after that until I was completely wasted. I didn’t realize how much I drank before I stood up. I started wobbling but my confidence was now at it’s all time highest.

I strutted over to the dance floor, looking for someone to dance with when I ran into a hard chest.

“Oh shit my bad.” I apologized to the person.

“No it’s ok hermosa, would you like to dance?” The familiar voice asked.

I looked up and met the eyes of pedri. Holy shit. I’ve honestly had the biggest crush on him for awhile. Would I ever admit that to anyone? No, but I do find him quite intriguing.

“Oh, yeah umm sure!” I said trying my hardest to hide the nerves in my voice.

He grabbed my waist with his arms before I wrapped mine around his neck.

“You know you look really beautiful in this dress.” He complimented me.

A small blush arose to my cheeks.

“Well thank you, you don’t look too shabby yourself in that tuxedo.” I said giving him a smile.

As we danced I couldn’t help but notice his gaze switching between my eyes and my lips. I decided ti brush it off though, too wasted to even dabble on it.

“Can I kiss you?” I heard him ask.

I didn’t know how to respond so I just nodded. The kiss was passionate at first but eventually started to get heated quickly. Our lips merging together so perfectly, our tongues dancing together like they were meant for each other.

Pedro started leading me into a more secluded area before pushing us into a storage closet.

“You’re so beautiful, but you’d be even more beautiful without this dress amor.” He whispered in my ear before leaving kisses down my neck. When he reached a certain spot I moaned. After the sound came out of my mouth he started to tease that area, sucking an biting, surely to leave a mark.

“God I love you, I’ve loved you since the first day we met, how you smelt, you’re kindness, your eyes, your lips, just everything.” Pedro confessed. I was too engulfed in pleasure and alcohol to process his confession.

He then began to trail down my body, teasing me with his hands as he then kissed me again. I was in for a long night.

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The next morning I woke up in my bed, I assumed someone took me home, knowing I was way too intoxicated to drive myself.

As I opened my phone I was flooded with social media notifications. There were multiple different news stories too.

“Pedri and y/n caught kissing at a bar last night”

“Pedri and y/n official?”

“Pedri confirming relationship in today’s interview”

So many headlines about you and pedri. I then recalled last night. Remembering the amazing night him and I had.

I then got curious about the last headline. I clicked on it and began to read. At the end of the news report there was a clip from today’s interview. I clicked on it and began to watch it.

“What I can’t kiss my girlfriend?” Pedri had said in the interview.

My heart started to race. Girlfriend? I thought. It all felt like a dream. My face now flushed with blush and as of right on cue I got a text for the man himself.

-Hey, I have something important to tell you can I stop by your place? I still have your address saved from last night-

Pedri texted. At first I didn’t know what to say but soon texted back a simple yes.

-yeah sure-

About 30 minutes later I heard a knock on my door. I got up, already knowing who it was. As I opened the door I didn’t even get time to say a hello before I felt a pair of lips on mine. After overcoming the shock I kissed back. The kids lasted for a minute or two before pedri pulled away.

“Will you be my girlfriend? Officially? I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met after you joined barca, I loved the way your eyes glistened, I loved your smile, your laugh, your lips, the way you’d blush when anyone gave you a compliment. I just could never get you off my mind after that so will you please do me the honors and be my girlfriend.” Pedri said super quickly but I understood him.

“Of course pepi” I said before giving him another kiss, this time being much shorter.

“I’ve always liked you too, you Intrigued me, how quite you were but how well you got along with others.” I told him with a smile.

What a coincidence

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[pgavi-jfelixdaily]

Where you are know as one of the best prodigy on the Barcelona female team. One day, they host a Barcelona event for the male and female team, to which you get really drunk and end up having a make out session with predi. However, what you don’t realize is that you guys were recorded and was later posted on the internet making it a huge scandal. But in an interview Pedri decided to defend your name saying “I can’t kiss my girlfriend” you may end it with a fluff and/or smut where they both end up together.

Claudia clung to me as we walked inside of Spotify Camp Nou. As usual, ranting about how mean people could be on twitter, and how no one had respect female football players. I was used to it, having learned to ignore the comments, but from the minute she had seen me step out of my car, to the minute we walked onto the field after dropping our stuff and getting dressed, it seemed to be the main topic of interest of hers. “Es tan estupido! Solo por que somos mujeres, no quiere decir que no merecemos el mismo respeto que el equipo de futbol de hombres!” (Its stupid, just because we’re women, does not mean we don’t deserve the same amount of respect as the guys) 

After finishing her long rant with a sigh, and placing my water bottle on the bench, I responded to her rant. “Clau, entiendo tu enojo, pero solo tienes que esperar, y ver los comentarios buenos. Aun punto aprendes a ignorar la gente.” (Clau, I understand your anger, but just try to look at the positive comments. At one point you’ll learn to ignore people) That seemed to blow off Claudia, because she rolled her eyes, walking off to Keira, while mumbling something about how “of course miss prodigy wouldn’t understand.” 

It was true, I wouldn’t lie, I was known as somewhat of a prodigy, after having earned the ballon d’or two times in a row, I had a pretty large fanbase, however a lot of hard work came with the title of “best female football player” I began on my stretches, while attempting to make small talk with Alexia, but there seemed to be one thing on my mind. Pedri Gonzales. FC Barcelona’s popular central midfielder. I’d spoken to him before, but only a few words were exchanged, and he had reposted my story, congratulating him for being Barca’s golden boy, but other than a few spared glances, we were nothing to each to other.  

Practice was long. Really long, after angering Claudia, and Alexia walking away after realizing I was in my own world not paying a bit of attention to the conversation I had started, it was boring. And awfully exhausting, yet coach decided making us suffer with extra sprints was a great idea, because we had lost last week's game. “Una cosa más chicas! Mañana vamos a tener una cena con el equipo de varones, quiero que todas estén ahi. Tu también y/n, si consideras la idea de no ir, te tendre corriendo hasta que se te caigan las piernas.” (one more thing ladies, tomorrow we will be having a dinner party with the guys, and I want all of you to be there. Especially you y/n, if you even consider the thought of not going, I promise you I will have you sprinting until your legs fall off.) No way I actually have to show my face at that. 

The next evening…

My hair had been done in waves, and I looked in the mirror reconsidering going, (yes I was testing the wrath of my coach) as I straightened up my dress. A black mini dress, with long sleeves, form fitting, not too much, but not too little. Finally, I took in a breath, grabbing my clutch from my makeup vanity, and exiting the makeup room. I grabbed my keys from the small dish on my counter, before exiting and locking the door behind me, seeing Claudia’s car outside. As I got in, I sank into my thoughts once again, not even noticing when we got to Camp Nou. As I walked in, I was greeted by the girls on the team, but also saw the boys. Gavi was the first to say hello. He was a sweet boy of course, only a year younger than me. He was always congratulating me on my wins, supporting me, a truly great friend with a big heart. “Y/n! Llegaste, ¡qué bueno verte! Ven a decirle hola a los demás, estarán felices de conocerte!” (Y/n, it’s so good to see you, come say hi to the rest, they’ll be excited to meet you!) 

I followed Gavi, greeting everyone, but only one caught my eye. Pedri of course. He walked over to me, greeting me and congratulating me for being nominated for the ballon d’or once again, saying something else I didn’t quite catch, to distracted admiring him. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, a common greeting of course, but still causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. I could’ve kept speaking to him, had Xavi not called all of us over to eat. 

The whole dinner I felt Pedro's eyes on me. When we all finished, conversations through the whole table, Robert brought out a few bottles of wine. Gavi, being underage, began to frown, before Robert noticed and chuckled saying, “No to preocupes Gavi, traje algo para ti tambien.” (don’t worry Gavi, I brought something for you too) pulling out a bottle of sparkling grape juice for Gavi. The boys face lit up, causing laughs to erupt throughout the table. 

A few glasses of wine, 11 shots later, I got pulled into a room with Pedri, also as drunk as I was, maybe even more, his cheeks blushed from how drunk he was. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do this whole night.” “oh yeah?” “mhm.” He leaned in, kissing me, his lips lightly chapped, but I didn’t care. The kiss got more and more passionate, his tongue inside my mouth, he moaned into the kiss. My hands were in his hair, we were unaware of anything that was going on, in our own world. There were lights and flashes all around us, but we ignored it assuming it was from the party outside. 

The next day.

I woke up in my bed, feeling a pounding in my head. I was hungover. Badly. I somehow got up from my bed, walking into my bathroom, looking in the mirror. My hair was a tangled mess, I couldn’t imagine the pain I would go through just to detangle it, my mascara was smudged and so was my lipstick, a clear sign I had slept in my makeup. Yikes. As I began to sort out my hair problem, wincing as I brushed through my hair, I heard my phone vibrating on my nightstand. I ignored it, but it kept on getting louder and louder. Finally, I walked over, seeing it was Claudia, and answered. “Morning Clau.” “Y/N. HAVE YOU SEEN INSTA? OR TWITTER? OR ANY SOCIAL MEDIA?” “Uh no, why?” “You. Pedri. Leaked.” My mind went foggy. What about Pedri? Then it came to me. The makeout session. The lights weren’t from the party, they were paparazzi who had been at the party. We were in trouble, fans would speculate, and it wasn’t good whatsoever. “Clau, I’ll talk to you later, I have to go right now, k?” I hung up without waiting for her response, opening my Instagram. 

My notifications were blown up, and my feed was entirely Pedri and I making out. I was in big trouble. The guys had a game today, and there was no doubt people would interview him and question him about it, but what was worse was I didn’t know what he would say, perhaps that it was a mistake. All I could do was wait.

The same day, 5:03pm. After the Barca game.

The boys had won. 4-0. A great win truly, but it was time to see the interviews. I had insisted on staying in bed all day, only getting up to shower and eat a poptart. Luckily, we had the day off, but that also meant nothing to do that could take my mind off Pedri. I opened my Insta once again. Seeing there was a video of a Pedri interview from today. Interviewer: “Pedri, what about the video that was leaked with you and football star y/n y/l/n, anything to say?” “Can I not just kiss my girl? I mean, i’ve been getting annoyed about this, not towards you, but towards those judging us. Its my personal life, but yes, as you can see we did kiss, and I regret not a thing.”

Interviewer: “I have to say Pedri, you two make quite the couple. (he turns to the camera) Well, this is Jose Ramos, and thank you for watching, and again, congrats on the win Pedri.” 

I couldn’t comprehend it. His girl? Oh gosh. I quickly searched for Pedri’s profile and dm’d him. Tu chica? (Your girl?)

Solo si tu quieres ser mia, amor. (Only if you want to be mine, love.)

Por supuesto que si. 

A/N- Its been so long since I’ve written, so this is a huge mess!!! Its kind of crappy, but I’m trying to get back to my writing roots, lmao. 

#robert lewandowski #pedro gonzalez #pedri gonzalez #pedri #gavi imagine

[millenni-em-tauk]

"A Real Smile" - Witch Hat Atelier fan comic featuring teenaged Qifrey, Alaira, and Olruggio. 

Full dialogue transcript under the cut:

PAGE 1:

(We begin at Lord Beldaruit's estate.) 

Apprentice 1: GEEZ, what a long lesson!! I'm pooped!! 

Apprentice 2: We still gotta study. 

Apprentice 1: I know...Professor Beldaruit never cuts us a break! 

Apprentice 3: Oh, someone's in the library--I was hoping we could set up in there... 

All 3: GASP 

Apprentice 3: ...oh. Uh...h-hey, Predis Qifrey! Is there, uh--c-can we... 

Qifrey (glaring): WHAT? 

All 3: ON SECOND THOUGHT, THE COURTYARD IS CALLIN' OUR NAME!! YESSIR!! A BEAUTIFUL DAY OUT THERE--THE OCEAN LOOKS EXTRA--UH--BLUE!  NICE TO SEE YOU!! WE GOTTA GO BUT WE'LL SEE YOU AROUND! 

All 3: BYE!!!!

PAGE 2:

Qifrey: ...(long pause)......THEY HATE ME. 

(new scene - at the Great Hall)

Alaira: They don't hate you.

Qifrey: Yes, they do.

Alaira: Why's it bothering you, all of a sudden? I thought YOU hated THEM. 

Qifrey: They're annoying. They're brats.

Alaira: 'But?'

Qifrey: ...but I don't...I dunno. Forget it.

PAGE 3:

Alaira: Well, it's clearly bugging you. Let's talk about it...oh--there's Olruggio. He-ey! Over here! 

(Olruggio waves goodbye to other friends and approaches Alaira and Qifrey)

Olruggio: Hey, guys. How're you?

Alaira: I'm having a lovely day, myself.

Qifrey: ...

Olruggio: That's good. (to Qifrey) Ah--and you? What's the plight of the day? 

Qifrey: *nngh*

PAGE 4: 

Alaira: He thinks Lord Bel's new apprentices hate him.

Olruggio: Ah.

Qifrey: Get right to it, then.

Olruggio: Nah! They don't hate you. They're just new, and nervous, and--

Qifrey (interrupting): ...How do you do it?

Olruggio: Hm?

Qifrey: How do you get...people to like you?

Olruggio (flustered): ...ah...that's...I guess I don't...know.

PAGE 5:

Alaira: He flatters them and dazzles them with his charming laugh and smile! But those don't fool me! We've been friends for too long! I clearly recall our second test--and Olly showing up with three palm quires full of snake repelling spells-- 

Olruggio: NOOOOOPE HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, ALAIRA.

Alaira: Because he somehow missed the vital detail that it wasn't a real snake-- 

Olruggio: I STUDIED WAY MORE THAN YOU FOR THAT LOUSY TEST--

Alaira: Haha, relax!!

Qifrey (ducking to avoid Olruggio): Watch it!

Olruggio: HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW "ANTRE" MEANT "CAVE"?! Stupid archaic textbooks!

Alaira: Pfft. I dunno, look it up?! Ask??

Olruggio: MAYBE YOU COULDA TOLD ME--?!!

PAGE 6:

Alaira: Your test score is not my responsibility--

Olruggio: I SCORED TOP MARKS ON THAT TEST

Alaira: And you only ended up needing one quire...

Olruggio: HAR HAR

Olruggio: Don't listen to her, Qifrey.

Alaira: He was there, too, genius!

Olruggio: ACK--well--s-still...

Qifrey: ...(smiling) Pfft!

(Olruggio blushes)

PAGE 7:

Alaira: There!

Qifrey: Huh?! 

Alaira: A real smile. I knew you had it in ya! A genuine smile brightens the whole face! It does everyone's. Yours, too! Right, Olly?

Qifrey: ...?? It does?

Alaira: Yeah!

Olruggio (shyly): Always.

PAGE 8:

Olruggio (offscreen): I expect an apology, Alaira.

Alaira (offscreen): Pfft. I expect a lotta things in life, Olruggio.

Qifrey: ...

(scene transitions from Great Hall to Beldaruit's estate. Qifrey enters, removes hat. Hears voices down the hall.)

Apprentice: Professor Beldaruit. Can you check this spell for me?

Beldaruit: Certainly...I wonder if your sigils aren't too rigid...Let's try again. 

Apprentice: Ugh...again? I'll never get it!

Beldaruit: You will! But you must practice.

Apprentice: SIGH. Yes, Professor...

PAGE 9:

Beldaruit: ...there we are. You see? These are exquisite sigils.

Apprentice: Thanks! Oh, hey. Is that--

(Qifrey walks past the door in silence.)

Beldaruit: ...I believe so. We will see him at supper, I hope. 

Apprentice: ...

Beldaruit: ...moving on, then...

(Qifrey enters his bedroom. He sets his hat on his vanity and removes his cloak.)

PAGE 10:

(Qifrey looks in the mirror above the vanity. He tries a smile, but it soon falls into a grimace. He remembers the earlier conversation.)

Flashback Text:

Alaira: Yours, too!

Qifrey: It does?

Alaira: Yeah!

Olruggio: Always.

Qifrey: ...Tch.

(Qifrey releases his ribbon tassel and walks away from the mirror.)

END

#witch hat atelier #witch hat atelier comic #qifrey #alaira #olruggio #orugio #orufrey #teen orufrey #beldaruit #qifrey's atelier mates #scene from teenage years #wha #wha fanart #tbna #tongari boushi no atorie #Δ帽子 #smile #real smile #friendship #support #I love them all so much #melancholy #sketch #comic #emdart

[tiredassmage]

back at it again at the krispy kreme. I, unsurprisingly, caught "miss my boy [the fictional guy that lives in my head 24/7]" disease again, so I went back to [we've lost count of which playthru I'm on] and I think. Tyr and Kaliyo are just kinda neat. So I'm gonna subject everyone to chewing on it on main, lol.

There's elements of them that maybe shouldn't work out, but in the end, I find them so damn interesting because despite appearances on the surface, something about them works out for one another. They have their differences, but in the long-run, they find some kind of... understanding, I suppose I'd call it?

And neither of them will usually really say it directly - Tyr is used to having to veil his feelings between the lines and Kaliyo would at least feign some repulsed feelings about getting too damn sappy, in turn - but that's... really valuable to them, especially later on.

Now, I think it'd be fair to say that there's a part of him that isn't exactly thrilled Keeper suggests her as an asset on Hutta, and he's not particularly convinced she's worth the risk long-term, but his respect for Keeper trumps his personal hesitations. He sees what Keeper's getting at: she has some sort of potential value, and Intelligence isn't in the business of being wasteful of potential resources.

They very quickly establish some sort of quick impressions that aren't the most flattering. She says she's bound to learn something about him at Fa'athra's palace (and, to be frank, she does - and she's not even wrong) and Kaliyo does leave herself open to Tyr's tactical assessment after they leave Hutta that does leave him bluntly telling her he thinks she's the type to get herself killed if the job doesn't do it first.

So they're by no means fast friends. But they see use for each other. I don't think there's ever a time where he's convinced or entirely oblivious to the likelihood of Kaliyo using her new relationship with Imperial Intelligence to make herself funds or what have you on the side, as comes up later in her companion quests. But I'll also say he does discourage Lokin from meddling too deeply with the crew's affairs. Which I suppose sort of jumps around on the idea of there being any trust between these two, but if you can stick with me, I'm... trying to paint a broad picture. Hopefully.

I think... what Tyr finds is that, at face value, she's "unpredictable." It's easy to write her off as such. Easy to write her off as arrogant and self-interested. There are times where she is these things, but... there's something to be said for the fact that Kaliyo... never tries (successfully, at any rate) to sell him on the idea that she's anything but that. She tries a game a time or two, sure, but Tyr never plays into it as far as her exes. I think what happens is more that they realize the other's sort of... core values. And it's not about convincing the other that they should change, so... he entertains her big talks about taking the galaxy by storm at times. And slips in the bites that keep them honest: when is he going to be on her list of ex-partners that have too much baggage?

And I think what it is is that... out of that... weird flavor of honesty about who they are in their working relationship comes something that can be labeled trust, between them. Tyr's not afraid to tell her when he disagrees with her, but at the end of the day, they'd show up for each other because it's, generally, mutually beneficial. And I think, by the end of the class story, they'd do it even if it didn't exactly net them clear benefits.

Tyr certainly would because Tyr ends up trusting her, in their weird kind of roundabout way. It's not a trust like he has with Vector, or Shara, or later Theron. It's not trust in the warm, we trade our hearts openly and freely between us sort of sense. But it's trust in the sense that I know what to expect when I deal with you. In what I suppose you could really only call ironic, her "unpredictability" is what makes her predictable and reliable to him.

And I think... it is very telling, what she learns of him at Fa'athra's: that he isn't reckless. He has a conscious that will affect his decisions on the job in the kind of work that generally isn't too forgiving to that kind of disposition. Something that generally makes her inclined to scoff at him a bit for being soft. And then he proves consistent throughout their time working together in the fact that Tyr shows up for the people he brings into his circle.

Kaliyo is one of those people, despite the areas where they disagree. And sometimes they clash. Tyr's a brand of loyal that maybe isn't surface-level compatible with her. She's thought him foolish for his loyalty to the Empire, and maybe even more of a fool when I think she figured out his loyalty wasn't, exactly, to the Empire as a whole, but to his masters, to Imperial Intelligence. That his sense of ideals and morals is stronger than a paper-level patriotism he claims brought him to enlisting with Intelligence.

It's foolish. It's soft. It's gonna get him killed one day. They bark about what goes down when they return to Hutta. He means it when he says he can't tolerate her working against what he's given his life to. He doesn't directly say they're talking about Imperial Intelligence's reputation, specifically, but she knows enough about him by then, I think, to know that's what he's really bothered about. He's not some young, bootlicking spaceport officer fishing for a promotion. As fuckin' foolish as it is, he's got his heart and soul behind what he does.

And he genuinely asks her why? Why pick a side? Why'd she pick him? I don't think they get a clear answer in the conversation.

But I do think they both already know the answer. Because for whatever else they are, they've stuck with each other this long. It's not purely transactional at this point. Yes, there's... still probably something mutually beneficial about tolerating each other still going forward, but.

Look, neither of them probably exactly use the word "friend" to each other's face. At least not a lot. They bicker. But I think, at the end of the day, they're two people that have very few people that do see them for who they are, really, and have actually stuck around. For better or worse, they stick.

And he'll... defend that decision, ultimately. When she gets caught up in all that transpires as Intelligence is torn down around them, he simply tells her to look for her opening, and do what she does best. Because grand declarations of devotion don't do it for her. That's not their relationship. She's self-reliant and she'll do what she thinks is best... largely regardless of what Tyr's input is. (Except him understanding and accepting that is why he has any clout to argue with her about morality at all. This is important later in KOTXX.)

And KOTXX is... not what I ever expected to be The Clearest Show of their kind of relationship, but I did clip together that video of one run through Anarchy in Paradise because it... is a really good show of how they get along. Why they work for each other.

Kaliyo was never going to be the type to be the first one looking for him if he disappeared, or sticking through a long search. And that's... just fine. Tyr never would've expected her to. Frankly, she probably does understand that a part of him was just... waiting for that kind of day. That he ended up surviving taking a blaster to a semi-immortal planet-consuming Force-entity is... Well, no one was betting on that, yeah?

Tyr, I think, is one of the only characters I've gotten that far into KOTXX that has felt he's got any ground to argue with her on - because he has experience with her priorities, and how she thinks. Sort of... natural when you work with someone that long, right? So, he knows how she operates, he knows how to reason with her, knows what she needs to be offered to take an opportunity. And, in the end, there's that...

"Agent?"

"Yes?"

"I'm glad you're alive."

Which... I think is where I'll wrap because I feel like I just sort of keep repeating the same point, which boils down to... they took an assessment of each other's motivations and... accepted that about each other. I'd even probably say Tyr would never expect her to defend him, to show up without at least some sort of token protest about compensation and what's it worth to her, but I also think, for all of Kaliyo's eyerolling about him, it's exactly that kind of stubborn candle-burning attitude about him that keeps her around, at times. Something... authentic in them both amidst a profession built on masks, deceit, and betrayal.

It's not even quite "someone's gotta make sure you don't get yourself killed, agent" as it is more likely she'd poke that at least being around when it happens would maybe be interesting or entertaining. It's a kind of friendship where they'd still say they'd sell each other to satan for a corn chip.

Except Tyr never would. And, sure, Kaliyo essentially tried. And it didn't work out. So it's just a lot of work for probably little payoff to try again.

So, in the end... Friends? Yeah... Sort of. She's not writing any speeches for a funeral or anything, but she'd maybe have a drink for him. Tyr's the one for remarks about deserving better, or whatever sentimental crap he fills his head with when he's waiting on sniper shots to line up. (And it just... sorta works.)

#dot talk #swtor #npc dynamics talks #kaliyo djannis #they're just a good time. okay. i care them #and whatever weird sorta not well-defined friendship they have going on #probably another side result of y'know. tyr's burning idealism he's a bit blind to tbh #to be clear they do nothing to fix each other. the point is very much that they don't change they just. cooperate. #imperial agent #ch: tyr

[ctrlsznwrites]

a familiar face.

summary. after n'jadka's return, things tend to go the exact way the reader hadn't hoped they would. pairing. erik 'killmonger' stevens x black!reader word count. 1.57k author's note. I've sat on this series for a while and I finally want to finish it since I've been writing more regularly at the moment so please bare with me. and leave behind some thoughts.

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PRESENT DAY WAKANDA

            [Your Name] hung up her phone, saying a silent prayer to bast that everything would be alright after this ritual to place and that her kids make it to their destination safely.  Letting out a deep sigh she made her way to the waterfall were the ceremony was being held. And even though she was hoping for the best, she couldn’t shake the feeling this wouldn’t end the way the elder and the kingdom would hope it would.

Once she got to the waterfall, she made her way next to her mother holding her hand as the ritual started. Her stomach felt as if someone had punched her repeatedly, as the ritual went on tears were present in her eyes. Watching the King who just lost his father fight his long lost cousin who was failed by two systems and his family. The anger felt from N’Jadka made her head swim watching as he delivered blow after blow onto Prince T’Challa.

The bile in her stomach rose as she saw him turn into the hurt little boy she had seen appear so many nights as he took the life of someone who he once knew as an uncle. Tears streamed down her face at the screams for Zuri losing his life, turning her head she couldn’t stomach much else as tears ran down her face.

Erik started on his speech as T’Challa fought to find the strength to continue the fight. [Your Name] couldn’t take her eyes off of Erik as he picked up T’challa throwing him off of the waterfall. All the wind had been knocked out of her chest as she tried to find the air to scream watching a childhood friend of her die at the hands of her first true love. Soon enough the council was scattering, the Queen and Shuri had been safely removed from the scene before Erik could notice.

But the same luck couldn’t be extended for herself, as she made her way to leave she was stopped by the sound of his voice.

“So, you think you can just up and leave lil’ mama?” This question caused [Your Name] to turn around taking in his appearance.

Looking him over she took a deep breath, watching the erratic breathing he had along with the cuts along his body. It made her sick to her stomach but a weight in her heart knowing it was just a scared child lashing out the fill the warmth of the village that left him to struggle after his father died.

“Yes, my King the ceremony is over, with the previous King being dead and all. I have to go report to my tribal elder , since she is my mother of this before you hold the first meeting. Now, excuse me but this is an urgent matter.” [Your Name] quipped, turning to walk away.

“I just got one question for ya’. Why’d you leave after you told me you got an abortion. And why didn’t you tell me you were from Wakanda? You could’ve helped me come here. We could’ve done this together.” He explained walking towards her.

[Your Name] looked Erik up and down quickly. “My king, if I recall you said, ‘Either you have an abortion or never speak to my ass again’ and that’s exactly what I did.” She rambled before quickly leaving the waterfall making her way back into the streets of Wakanda as quickly as she could. 

After what she had said to Erik, [Your Name] knew deep down in her heart that he would catch on.  That he would find out she had his children, but they wouldn’t meet him as long a single breath went through her lungs. 

A FEW HOURS LATER

Once [Your Name] had gotten home she’d explained everything to her mother, down to why her sister had to take the kids to M’Baku for safe keeping until everything was figured out. The sickness she felt had made an appearance earlier, which is why she is in her current predicament. Sitting on her mothers couch nursing water trying to get ride of the anxiousness she felt about the current situation happening.

This feeling only got worse when there was a knock at her door. Her mothers head snapped towards [Your Name] knowing it could only be the Dora coming to get one of them for whatever reason N’Jadka saw fit. [Your Name] signaled for her mother to sit down, going to get the door so this could be over soon then later. Hopefully the ball of emotions she had would go away once she finally was able to talk to him face to face. But even in her heart of hearts, she knows it’ll only get worse before it gets better.

“Hello, how may I help you two?” She questioned opening the door, with her mother standing right next to her.

Since Amala is the elder in the situation she would now be the head of this conversation, much to [Your Name]’s dismay.

“The new King has requested for your eldest daughter [Your Name] to come to the palace to meet with him. We also have strict instructions not to leave without her.” One announced, which the mother and daughter duo took in.

Amala went to objects but before she could her daughter beat her to it, putting on her shoes to leave with the two members of the Dora.

“I’ll go with no issues, but do you know why he asked to see me specifically?” [Your Name] knew exactly why he wanted to see her, but she was wondering what he was telling the people around him at the moment.

“Personal.” The two answered in sync, this caused her to nod her head following them out of her mother’s house.

On the way to the palace, [Your Name] couldn’t help but replay every moment she’s ever had with N’Jadka good or bad. She knew he was hurt by how he found his father, but she never thought he would be so blinded by his rage, if he did this to Wakanda. Its no telling what he did to get here, and that is what really shook her to her core.

Upon their arrival, she was escorted to the throne room where he was seated waiting for her. A weird sense of annoyance rolled over her at the irony that a few hours ago it was him entering this room, while she sat to the side watching him challenge his now deceased cousin.

Snapping out her train of thought she proceeded to greet N’Jadka. “My King.” She spoke softly moving into the room a bit more.

This caused him to wave his hand while a small chuckle left his lips.

“You can forget all that shit, [Your Name] you know me better than anyone. Ain’t not need for all this formal shit.” He held this smirk on his face as he walked away from his throne to get closer to her. Her eyes never left his person, as he started to circle her.

“There just one thing that really is getting under my skin at the moment. And with you knowing me better than anyone else in the entire world. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were from Wakanda!” He questioned roughly, she watched as his breathing started to get more rapid how his upper lip was curled in disgust.

“You knew my father was from here, what I went through in my childhood. And you still looked me in face, claiming to love me and lied to me.” Now, it was [Your Name]’s turn to feel awful.

She was caught in between a rock and a hard place, she loved him, she truly did. But she had a duty to her country to not tell him that she was brought up to speed of everything by her Uncle and the he knew she was carrying his nephews children. So many times she had thought to end it all, but she loved him too much, selfishly.

“Answer me!” He yelled, causing her to jump as tears rolled down her face against her will.

“I couldn’t let anyone know about who I was or where I was from. N'Jadaka I understand how this seems, but I was there to see how life was. I met you unexpectedly, I couldn’t blow my cover. You never know who the King sends to watch you.” She explained.

His face remained cold as he took in what she said. [Your Name] was now avoiding his face at all costs, she still had love for Erik. But she knew he wasn’t the person she met at MIT. He had changed and for the worst and she knew there was no way she could help him. He was a lost cause, and this isn’t the way she wants to remember him, or for their children to remember him. Even if they didn’t know he was their father, she wanted to keep the good memories she had if them, that she had told her children.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by Erik. “[Your Name] I have one last question before I let you go. And please answer this honestly.” He started walking closer to her, lifting her chin up with his index finger.

“Are the children you have mine?” [Your Name] studied his facial expression and she could tell for once Erik was truly being sincere and vulnerable. 

#sznwrites:series #sznwrites #sznwrites:secrets #erik killmonger fic #erik killmonger x black!reader #njadka udaku fic #black!fem!reader #erik stevens x black!fem!reader

[millenniumproductions]

Fronnie and Prototype Glamrock Freddy Theory

Before we get into it, I got to point out that whenever I talk about Prototype Glamrock Freddy after this, I will be referring to him as "Predi".

I believe that Predi was the one either in a close friendship or an actual relationship with Glamrock Bonnie.

Reason I came to this conclusion was I thought back to the main Security Breach game before Ruin. Like, for example:

If our Glamrock Freddy was the one that was close to Bonnie...

Why didn't he mention that his "green room" was back there and that there was a way to get there through the vent from Fazer Blast?

This might be the romance lover in me talking, but if I had lost someone close to me I'm pretty sure I would show more grievance than what our Freddy showed.

Answer: Due to basically becoming Predi's younger brother, Staff decided to alter Predi's memories and gave them to our Freddy.

Another theory that I have is that Predi was the one who caused all that damage on Bonnie, not Monty, and was the actual Patient Zero for the Glitchtrap Virus.

Predi was just like Monty, probably even worse considering he was literally made to be the leader.

The image above by @pixlokita is a good reference to my point on what Predi used to look like before he was replaced by the Glamrock Freddy we've come to know and love.

When around children he did not get attached to, good parents, members of STAFF that were actually doing their job, and some of the other animatronics like Roxy, Monty, and the Daycare Attendants at first, he puts up this "mask" of friendliness but inside he just does NOT care.

When he's either alone or around Chica or Glamrock Foxy (Possibly), he can let go of that "mask'" and vent his frustrations to them.

When he first met Glamrock Bonnie, it was love at first sight, and the traits from his "mask" start to become a natural part of his personality. Eventually, the two started a relationship, which is what I think the earrings on their ears represent.

I also believe that Predi was the one who gave Bonnie that poster signed "You and Me, Forever and Ever" and the Freddy merch that we see in Bonnie's new "green room" when we see it in RUIN.

If Bonnie really did get that hearing upgrade I talked about in my last post, I feel like Predi would FINALLY let out his anger against the STAFF that gave Bonnie and all of the other animatronics said upgrades that are clearly hurting them as well, but as we all know, the STAFF wouldn't care about Predi's concerns and would just threaten to scrap Predi if he spoke out against them like that again.

Now, here's where my other part about Predi becoming Patient Zero for the Glitchtrap Virus comes into play.

I've highly theorized that the Virus ended up heightening any negative quirks/flaws that the animatronics may have to a DISTURBING degree.

With Predi, I think after he yelled at the STAFF about the upgrades, all of his progress with becoming more open with everyone immediately went back to square one and the virus made his negative traits worser and he started to take it out on Bonnie, be it verbal or even physical.

At first, he didn't realize it and believed he was just having a malfunction when he seemingly "blacked out". But over time, it got worse and he became more aware of it, which leads to my next point.

Predi was one of the factors that led to Bonnie's demise, NOT Monty.

During a night where the Virus took over, Bonnie finally decided that he would run to Gator Golf through the vent in Mazercise to find Monty and get him to help take Predi to Parts and Services.

Suddenly, Predi appeared, and I think he would say the voice lines that went unused for "Possessed Glamrock Freddy" while chasing Bonnie around the Pizzaplex until Bonnie could go through with his plan.

He found Monty on the catwalks and quickly tried to explain what was going on with Predi but Predi than appeared behind the gator. There would then be a chase around the catwalks for a few minutes. Monty then decided that in order to stop Predi they would need to use the "Hurricane Hole-in-One". Once the bucket had been hit enough, Predi temporarily broke out of the Virus's control to try to tell Bonnie and Monty that he was not doing any of this out of his own free will, but it was too late. Bonnie started to run to where the bucket was and Predi fell back under the Virus's control.

Bonnie managed to lead Predi to the bucket. Monty's hand hovered over the button but then Predi suddenly knelt down and held Bonnie as he temporarily broke out of the Virus's control again and began to cry, telling the bunny how much he truly loved him and how much he changed him for the better. Realizing that using the bucket wouldn't help Predi after all, Bonnie told Monty to stop. Monty did but then the button mysteriously activated on its own (presumably by Vanny), and the same sequence from the main game happens.

Bonnie pushed Predi out of the way and tried to hold back the bucket long enough for the bear and gator to get away. The same shattering sequence happens like in the main game. Monty, thinking he accidentally pressed the button anyway, started to cry and yell at Predi, telling him that it was HIS fault that Bonnie was shattered. Predi simply walked away, tears still staining his faceplate. Monty used his leg upgrade (Yes, I still believe in the theory that Monty had his LEGS upgraded first), to safely jump down to the stage to where Bonnie was.

Monty is still crying as he babbles out apologies in French, but all Bonnie does is slowly put his hand on Monty's shoulder and weakly smiled before seemingly shutting down.

Suddenly, some of the human security guards appeared from the elevator into Gator Golf and saw the scene. Believing that Monty was the one who caused Bonnie's "accident", they simply told Monty to go back to his green room, not bothering to hear his side of the story.

Like in the main story, STAFF pulled the "retirement story" to the children so they would stop asking about the whereabouts of Bonnie. Bonnie's shattered remains were then put in a hidden room behind the bowling alley, one where neither Predi nor Monty were able to find.

This is what I think led to Monty now hating both Predi and our Glamrock Freddy, since I believe that Bonnie was more like a mentor to Monty, and I wouldn't blame him for hating the one animatronic that basically led to his mentor's demise.

Now... how did Predi end up shattered/ruined in Fazer Blast?

Well... I believe this is when more of Freddy's unused voice lines come in.

You see, I don't think Gregory is the first child to get themselves trapped in the Pizzaplex, if the disappearances are anything to go by.

And maybe Predi TRIED to save one of the children but failed as not only did Vanny POSSIBLY kill the child, but she may have ordered Chica, Roxy, Monty, who was now under the control of the virus, and Moon to tear Predi apart, which may explain the damages on him.

It would also explain why his head is missing since maybe Vanny ordered one of the animatronics, probably Monty, to take his head off and hide it somewhere.

When STAFF find Predi's damaged body, they are shocked and confused about what might have happened. Instead of fixing Predi, however, they merely decided to create the Glamrock Freddy we all know and love. They also decided to make a copy of ALL of Predi's memories but altered them so that Glamrock Freddy wouldn't think to question the STAFF at all.

They basically created a version of Predi who was now Fazbear Entertainment's golden child.

The events of Security Breach and RUIN still happen, but I now think that if my theory is somehow true, then the Fronnie ship could be more tragic than we first thought.

Also, IF there is going to be a sequel to the RUIN DLC, then maybe we can fix Predi and Bonnie and reunite them.

#fnaf sb #glamrock freddy prototype #fnaf sb theory #fnaf ruin #fronnie

[aifsaath]

Hi! can I ask 4 and 20 for the last chapter?

Great story and have a nice day sweeties!

Oooh! i'm tagging @gwenllian-in-the-abbey, the co-author of Our Fathers Clad In Red

4. Whose is your least favorite character for this chapter/fic

In the last chapter? Cregan always offers himself to be shat on, but... that's what I love about his character. He gets to be glorified by his descendants, when in reality he was an incompetent asshole who is just remembered well because he was sturdy and had very long telomeres. So, no, Cregan isn't my least favourite character.

The one whose imaginary guts I loathe the most, is the character that is only haunting the narrative - Viserys I.

He's not mentioned often, but pay attention to what his family has to tell about him.

20. Share 3 images that would fit to a mood board for this chapter/fic.

XD If it weren't for the fact that I was recovering from covid, and therefore exhausted af, you'd all get the illustrations in time. I've started a few trad art chapter covers and pictures, but eventually abandoned the idea because I'm a very tired PhD student and the mental load of having my desk constantly covered with art supplies filled me only with more dread. Don't worry, there is more digital art coming.

but, as a mood board?

Our good old Goya and his Saturn with munchies

G.H. Hall A Pomegranate, Siena

The wedding of saints Joachim and Anne, considered to be the parents of Mary, the mother of God. Codex of Predis (1476).

#our fathers clad in red #asks #gwenllian writes! #aife writes! #aegon ii targaryen #baela targaryen

[noclue32]

New Auras (Poe Dameron x Jedi!Pilot! Reader) (She/her Pronouns) Slow burn

I just want to start off by saying a lot of the fic will contain my own personal head canons, although I try to stay as accurate as possible. Such as the planet Alzubith. Another thing that is not accurate is that I have aged Poe down to 22-25 although it still takes place shortly before The Force Awakens. I will also be using Y/N although I will try to not use it much. This is just part one! So stay tuned for later updates. Poe does not appear in this chapter, but he will next. This is a slow burn friends to lovers fic with a lot of Top Gun energy. When I start to publish the later chapters I will link them and make a masterlist. Thank you so much for reading! This is my first fic so reblogs are much appreciated :)

Master list can be found here

WC: 1,550

Chapter 1, Alzubith

Twenty-three years, twenty-three years ago. That’s how long it had been since General Leia Organa had felt the presence in the force. A new presence at the time, your presence. A few years back it started to dissipate, slowly but surely. Enough for the General to grow a concern for whoever possessed it. General Organa had become weary after every battle, knowing her time would soon end. A part of her wondered if the galaxy could ever be restored to balance, although her faith in the force assured her of peace whenever her anxieties rose. After the most recent battle, Leia was not satisfied with leaving the galaxy unsure of its tranquility. The former princess knew what she had to do, walking to her meditation room she thought of who could help complete her goal, when a certain commander came to mind. 

Alzubith, home of many terrains, outlaws, smugglers, pirates, bounty hunters and of course yourself. Other than the packs of criminals, there were not many people who lived on its grounds. Living there for quite a long time, you knew the ins and outs of the towns nearby, especially since you rarely left the atmosphere. You had left a few times on vacation, but mostly for supplies for work. It consumed most hours of your life, shipping in parts, fixing ships for the strangest people in the galaxy, fixing up Old Republic, Rebellion and Empire ships and of course learning to fly them. Even though the ladder was not a  part of the job. 

Both government bodies had dumped ships and bodies onto the land, leaving both for scavengers or whoever could take them fast enough. Leaving your mechanic shop in possession of a few of said planes. Including your favorite, a T-65 X-Wing starfighter. The same make and model used by Luke Skywalker, not including the scratches and missing parts yours had. Over the years, refurbishing it to its original state was the goal of your entire mechanic. It looked rough on the outside, but as a collective you were able to restore it to its flying ability. 

You couldn’t wait to fly it on your special day, your twenty third birthday. There was nothing particularly special to this specific anniversary, only that it was one of the only days out of the year you didn’t feel guilty giving into your own selfish desires. The day was bright and beautiful, the sun beating down on all who passed through, opposing the heavy rains common for that season. 

“Happy birthday Y/N!” Arynel beamed watching you cross to the entrance of the shop. “Any plans yet? Besides dealing with this Wookie’s broken speeder,” He announced looking inside the shop and making a teeth grit jokingly. 

Your eyes dart over to the aforementioned Wookie yelling at one of your colleagues. Sighing, you looked back to your friend and simply responded with, “I guess I have three items on the agenda now.”

“Oh yeah? What are the other two supposed to be?” Besides going out to cantinas on your birthdays, nobody on the planet ever had time to do much else.

“After the speeder, I’m gonna treat myself to a pastry and then hop onto the X-Wing before we all go out,” Smiling, you walked over to the Wookie and began helping him with his issue. That being it was almost completely destroyed. You predicted it would take hours out of your day, and you were right. 

When you were finished, you headed straight to devour your birthday pastry, starved and proud of the day's work. Nothing could beat that feeling of euphoria, except of course that of flying. You had about an hour and a half left until everyone ended their day and headed to the cantina. Just enough to get up in the air and enjoy yourself. The usual routine ensued, pushing your head into a musty unmarked helmet, pulling yourself up into the cockpit and slamming the door, lastly checking the wings and landing gear. Everything was fine, picture perfect clear for takeoff. Flipping the switches, reading the stick and yoke, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. When you found yourself in the air, the euphoria came rushing back to you. You were a great pilot of course, it made sense considering you had been in a cockpit since your infantry. The tricks, speed and turns you pulled in this bantha crap ship were no different than usual. It was when you had calmed completely when you felt it, something watching you. 

Quickly, you peered at the radar which was blank. No comms message about anyone else in the atmosphere. Despite this, you picked it up, “Hello this is Y/N Y/L/N from Bovdip’s shop. Are you reading anything near me on your radar? I’m flying the T-65 X-Wing.” Silence, nothing but it. You slowly reached for the comm mike again, “.....Is anyone there…?”

Prior to a response, your world turns black. There is nothing but silence and a thin layer of water beneath you. “Dank farrik…! Where’s the X-Wing? Where did everything go!?” Panicking, you looked for anything, anyone who could give you a response. It came to you then, a voice. Elderly and kind, welcoming and strong. 

“Y/N…. You have been avoiding your power for quite too long. We need you, you need us. I know what you can do, I have known ever since your birth. If you help us you can save the galaxy." 

Scanning the area quickly, you found nothing but darkness. "I'm not who you think I am, I've given up my abilities. I will not use them, we both know the harm they can cause." You stated blankly, trying to keep your composure. Although the voice could hear your own trembling and fear. "Who are you?" A seemingly easy question was not answered. Instead you were retorted. 

The voice spoke once more, "You have not given up your abilities. Maybe you think you have, but they surround you everyday. Embrace it. Use them on your own terms." This response stunned you as you still turned looking for the representative of it. Abruptly, you felt it, a hand on your shoulder. The hand ceased its contact when your world went back to the way it was before. 

“Y/N? Y/N? Do you read me?” A voice finally emerged from the comms, but you were astonished trying to put together any of what had just happened. The voice questioned again, “Y/N! You’re going dangerously fast, that relic isn’t going to make it!” Your direction focused back onto the comm, it was one of your fellow technicians. “Are you there!?” 

“Yes, yes I am!” Catching your breath you pulled the X-Wing’s yoke trying to slow it, wondering how you were even still in the air considering your unconsciousness from reality. You directed it back as far as you could, trying to crash land as smoothly as possible. Fortunately, you made it with a few bumps, leaving a new scratch on the underbelly of the fighter. Hopping out of the starfighter you pushed off your helmet and let the lines of sweat run down your face. Nothing could possibly awake you from the shock you had just experienced. 

Walking back to Bovdip’s shop, you were stopped by one of the other technicians, “We’re gonna be late to Enzar’s cantina if you don’t hurry up.” He noticed your eyes, distant and otherworldly as you tried to think of what to respond with. 

Sighing, your brain finally pieced together an excuse to miss out on your birthday celebration, “I think I’m gonna sit this one out. I’ve been very burnt out lately, so I’m going to sleep early today.” Before he could respond, you sat down on your speeder and drove as fast as you could. The feeling of air whipping around you as you drove home was the only thing keeping you in this reality as you ventured to your small and crowded house. The houses on your block were not made of strong material, and were all lined up against each other. They each housed one to two people, workers quarters. Flinging the door open you locked it and rested your back against it, taking the deep breaths you needed. After a second or two of your rest, your eyes peered towards a fake panel in your wall. Pulling it away, you pulled out the case you had hidden years ago. The case containing the saber given to you as a child, which you were now big enough to wield properly. Activating it, the green light bounced off the walls of your room, reminding you that it was in fact not some sort of fake toy gifted to you, but a weapon. Shii-cho was the only form you mastered, and you wondered if you even remembered it. If someone was able to connect with you through the force they would most likely know where you are. The way of the Jedi was something you had given up long ago, it was the reason you could never fully trust anyone, the reason you feared someone would come and kill you, or force you to join their cause. The first order being your main fear. 

You would soon find out who called out for you. 

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Thank you so much for the read !! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of New Auras.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x force sensitive reader #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x jedi!reader #poe dameron x pilot!reader #the force awakens #oscar isaac #star wars sequels #star wars #slow burn #friends to lovers #mutual pining

[celestial119]

The Bet (DBZ Yamcha x Tien smut)

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Warnings! Smut, heavy non-con, bondage, gags, sex toy use, harem boy, humiliation, dom/sub!

Summary: Tien and Yamcha train together and occasionally make harmless bets to compete for, until they aren’t so harmless.

Author note: Hello again tumblr this piece was a request by @princeasimdiya12, I hope you enjoy!

It all started with some light hearted training between the two. Yamcha and Tien wanted to get stronger and agreed to be training buddies together, so together they frequented capsule corp to use the training rooms. They had the place to themselves more often than not especially now that Vegeta was halfway across the universe training with Whis, it meant they could concentrate on improving.

Some friendly competition was usually involved with the pairs training, often used to decide who bought dinner afterwards but that was getting a little boring to Yamcha he wanted to make the stakes higher for them both.

“Alright Tien I have an idea!”

The taller man turned showing he was listening.

“So for today’s bet how about we do pull ups until one of us gives in and can’t anymore. Last man standing gets whatever he wants.”

Tien nods a glint of confidence in his eyes. Both men start their respective warm ups then get ready to start their bet.

Around half an hour later it was starting to get intense. Every muscle from fingers to mid torso was straining in agony, but neither gave up so easily. Shaking and dripping to try and lift themselves up over and over was really starting to affect them both. Keeping a steady rhythm Yamcha pulled himself up once again grunting when he let himself down but Tien found he could no longer lift himself. Arms straining and muscles contracted until he fell to the floor below swearing lowly.

“Hah! I knew I’d win!” Yamcha exclaimed proudly setting himself on his feet again. Both panting for breathe as their arms spasmed. Tien groaned in defeat laying backwards against the cool floor. Yamcha grinned smugly as he bounced towards his gym bag across the room. Rummaging around he pulled out a small rolled up plastic bag and turned to Tien still on the floor.

“Since I won you gotta do whatever I say.”

Yamcha threw the small bag into Tiens face.

“You have to go the rest of today wearing the contents of the bag.

Tien grimaced knowing this was gonna be embarrassing. He unraveled the bag reaching in to feel a cool smooth fabric, upon pulling it out of the bag he realised it was sheer and in the most beautiful shade of dark green. Sitting up he unraveled the garment to reveal a low cut sheer cropped style shirt and a pair of matching baggy trousers. Tien scowled up at Yamcha, giving him the are you serious look.

“Sorry bud but a bets a bet.”

Tien sighed slipping his training tank off and easily slipping into the sheer silky shirt. Tien flushed out of pure embarrassment, he was gonna get Yamcha back good. Standing Tien took a breathe and pulled his sweatpants down leaving him bare in a green sheer top and his fitted black boxers. Yamcha whistled at the latter, Tien just shook with embarrassment at the whole situation. Finally slipping into the very loose silk of the bottoms Tien stood as straight as he could with his hands on his hips blushing wildly.

“Tch you forgot the best part.”

Yamaha stepped forward picked up the bag and pulled out a shimmery mess of gold chains. Stepping forward towards the other male he unraveled the dainty chains between his fingers Yamcha then set them over the other’s head and fixed them over Tiens shoulders.

Tien glanced at himself in one of the gyms full length mirrors and flushed again. The gold chains adorning his shoulders cascaded down in layers down his arms and sides also having a single chain hanging straight down with a shining green gem adorning the bottom of the chain, the occasional hit against his bare abdomen making him shiver at the contact of the cold jewel. Tien was beyond embarrassed and overwhelmed at his predicament, he was usually so well kept and never often showed off so much skin to other people.

“Yamcha isn’t this too much? What if someone sees me like this?”

Yamcha laughs.

“Come on man lighten up! It’s just a little fun don’t worry so much.”

Tien sighs excusing himself to the bathroom across the hall, regaining his composure a little more he sighs going back to continue his work out day.

Yamcha is already setting up some weights when the other walks back in. They both just stare at each other for a moment before awkwardly getting back to their solo workouts.

A little while later Tien glanced over to realise Yamcha was struggling with some weights, Tien rushed over and grabbed the bar that Yamcha was struggling against. Together they lifted the bar and dropped it onto the floor with a resounding clatter.

“Man I think I’m done with weights, you can know I yourself out and I’ll give you a hand.”

Tien nodded prepping the bar with weights and lying back on the bench. Yamcha smirked above the other, reaching into his pocket, a low beep sounded before yellow light flashed through the room blinding the both. When Tien opened his eyes again he found he couldn’t move. Looking between his limbs and seeing yellow crackling beams holding him down, panic stricken he looked to Yamcha who was staring back down at him with a smirk.

“Yamcha, dude? Please tell me this wasn’t done on purpose?”

Yamcha only continued his smirk wandering around the restrained man below him and occasionally running his hand over the chains adorning Tiens chest. Tiens blood rang cold.

“Yamcha! Whatever you think you’re doing, stop!”

Yamcha just gently shushed him, grabbing one of the restrained man’s hands bringing it to his lips kissing gently. Tien pleaded on, thrashing in his restraints.

“You can’t get out of those that easily. They’re ki disabling binds courtesy of capsule corporation. Now be pretty for me and just take it.”

Tien flushed at the comment. The man above him began gently caressing from his chest heading southwards. The heat began to seep into Tiens gut even as he kept thrashing and begging for Yamcha to stop.

“It’s alright pretty boy I’ll make you feel good I promise you just gotta be good.”

“Yamcha please! Don’t do this! Please I don’t want this.”

Yamcha scoffed at that pressing his palm into Tiens cock. He whimpered at the contact.

“I thought so.”

Tien keened into the others hand as he pulled it away. Yamcha slipped the waistband of the sheer trousers down Tiens toned legs just leaving the fitted black boxers leaving nothing to the others imagination. Yamcha flipped a switch on his small remote, the low beeping noise sounded again releasing Tiens legs letting him pull the trousers fully off. Tossing them aside Yamcha grabs a hold of the others thighs sliding him down to the edge of the bench. Tiens arms now forced above his head the gold chains straining against his muscles now.

“Yamcha, please it’s not too late to stop.”

“Again with this? You need to be good for me, pretty.”

Yamcha pulled the others boxers off in one swoop. Tien gasped in surprise at the cool air against his now hard cock. What he wasn’t expecting was the black fabric now being balled into his mouth.

“Mphh! Mnm mnm!”

“Shhhh it’s alright baby I’ve got you.”

Tien shivered as the other wrapped his hand around his cock and began lazily stroking. Now gently moaning into the makeshift gag in his mouth he pleadingly looked to Yamcha, at that he stops stroking and takes out his cock starting to lazily stroke himself. Tien whines, bucking his hips for more contact.

“I’ve not forgotten about you baby don’t worry.”

Yamcha pulls a small clear ring out of his pocket. He begins stretching it out over his fingers and the realisation hits Tien when the other inches it closer to his cock.

“Mfffh! Mfffh!”

Tien frantically shakes his head as he defensively brings his knees up to his chest. Yamcha just laughs darkly lifting the remote out his pocket as the binds spark back to life and drags Tiens legs back down towards the floor. Now having free access Yamcha slips the silicone ring all the way to the base of the others cock. Tien groans his cock now hardening painfully.

“Such a good boy.”

Tien whines into the gag, hips thrusting up begging for contact. Yamcha just keeps stroking himself, taking in the sight below him.

“Shit baby, you’re so beautiful like this. It’s making me get so close.”

Tien keeps thrashing and whining needing contact. Yamcha was leaning over him now, resting against Tiens thighs and one hand on the bench beside his head. Yamcha groaned almost at his peak but stopped himself with a firm squeeze. Tien whined again because even when Yamcha was so close to him he still couldn’t get any friction.

“Mffff, ymffa!”

“I hear you baby.”

Yamcha finally gave in and started grinding both of their cocks together. Both men moaning out in bliss.

“Shit! Tien, baby I’m close.”

“Mfff tmm.”

Yamcha stopped grinding and grabbed both cocks and began stroking again. With a few more pumps Yamcha was groaning and emptying himself over the others stomach, some reaching up to Tiens chest too. This spurred Tien too, he felt searing white as he came hard. Both moaning and panting. Tien grew alarmed as he realised the cock ring was still on him, he just had a dry orgasm.

“Such a good boy for me. So pretty and you didn’t even make a mess.”

Tien tried to thrust up again begging against the gag. His cock pulsing in hot need at his painfully dry orgasm. Yamcha licked his lips slowly getting to his knees, he began kissing up the others thighs. Tien shivered in anticipation as the other slips the ring off.

“You got this baby, I’ll make it all better.”

Tien moaned as Yamcha took the tip into his mouth. He was beyond sensitive and was moaning and writhing beneath Yamcha touch. Tears began to spill from Tiens eyes from pure ecstasy. Yamcha slipped off and switched to stroking Tien.

“Look how desperate you are baby, so pretty.”

Yamcha pulled the fabric of the others boxers out of his mouth.

“Tell me what you want baby.”

Yamcha swallows the others cock down to the base. Tien is practically screaming.

“Please, please just wanna cum! All for you! I’m yours please please just let me cum!”

Yamcha hummed on the others cock, speading up. Tien continued to moan and gasp for air as his hips uncontrollably spasmed into Yamcha hot mouth.

“Yam- gonna- ah!”

With a final bob of his head Tien was shaking as his body exploded into Yamcha mouth. Both catching their breathes for a few moments, they just looked at each other both in a euphoric haze. Yamcha moved first releasing Tien from his binds, rubbing the others ankles and wrists Yamcha helps the other sit up. Tien couldn’t meet the others eyes.

“You alright there buddy?” Yamcha prompted.

“I just uh- never been better buddy.” Tien flushed, reality setting in.

“So…”

“Yeah… so…”

“Some bet that was, huh.”

“Yeah uh sorry. Come here Tien I’ll help you get cleaned up. Then uh dinner? My treat.”

#headcannons #requests open #request #dbz fandom #yamcha #tien shinhan #yaoi bl #smut #fanfic #dbz #dragonball z

[mediapen]

okay i saw the post you reblogged about espn's lando "appreciation post" but can i also just say i find the timing of that entire post very odd? we've had races where he's been sick and has finished in the points, we've had a race where he was the only non-frontrunner to get a podium, but instead they choose a race where basically they know there's going to be a ton of controversy and hate? (and every comment on that post is hateful. i remember seeing it yesterday, scrolled, and not a single positive comment or even "get well" or anything). idk i know people have been recognizing how awful sky has been to lando lately, but as a north american fan, ESPN has been awful about spreading the conspiracy theories about what an evil bully lando/mclaren is for the past two years. they've been awful about spreading myths and misinformation about him. they've been awful about completely belittling every accomplishment he's achieved in f1 because "he's not a race winner." i'm probably overthinking it but ESPN has been absolutely awful towards lando and i don't think the timing of that post was accidental and i think they probably knew the kind of response they were going to draw when they made it, just like basically every other article/post they have made about him this year.

listen. THIS is the kind of conspiracy-adjacent shit we should be working on. everyone take notes. anyway i was just gonna say omg u right but they want humanities students to do proper research these days so i went digging and LET ME TELL YOU.

this is long. tldr; you're right and espn (and sky) TREAT THAT BOY LIKE S H I T .

disc.: this isn't a rehashing of mclaren drama it's not anti-dan/charles i dont care. this is all from the espnf1 instagram. i'm just Looking. speculating. enjoying.

anyways. exhibit a: this week's post. really truly every comment on it is vile. but is there a Pattern? what have espn said when he's been sick before? i scrolled back to spain and monaco when he was also sick - the only post is this (pre-race, id imagine) and the comments (143) are. well. much kinder than the instachirlie threats. 

it's already 2am, i think to myself. i'm annoyed. let's do the whole season. what do i find? EVERY lando post (bar maybe... three?) is literally just pile-on bait and taking anything he's ever said out of context. which is like the universal Thing To Do to lando but whatever. they quote some random on how lando’s god’s gift as a discussion post (29.9k likes, 753 comments); they quote max on how lando's made to look in dts ('[like] a bit of a dick') - although max is defending him, it's just another invitation to a steaming shitpile of comments (380). even when they praise lando, it's designed to generate controversy (and it does! 1036 comments). they quote lando's joke about his basketball helmet and merc's bouncing (281 comments), which also. yeah. lol. for contrast, the non-baity basketball driving an f1 car generates 34 COMMENTS. what do you do for a living? 91k likes, 110 (overwhelmingly nice) comments. lol

then there's the danielbait. lando's used as the poster child (literally) for a shit day out for mclaren - meanwhile, dr gets used in posts about upgrades for the team. this is similar. if he’s mentioned in the same BREATH as daniel it’s unfailingly to villify him or show him eating shit lol. or it's the corden stuff, which is the most neutral content all year because all the comments are fuck james corden. we can debate The State of McLaren elsewhere but really truly every espn post is danielprop. across 3 days in august they posted domenicali saying there would be no racing in russia and SIX daniel stannie defence posts (one of which is a blatant invitation to the girlies to say fuck you lando) and NOTHING ELSE. they want dr on their comms team sooooo bad. next!

what else is there, user mediapen?, i hear you cry! don't worry! here are the landoposts i judge to be neutral. all two of them.

here's lando on carlos' win, which is met by a predictable mix of ‘carlando 🥹’ and 'sAyS tHe MaN wItHoUt A wIn.' and here's lando talking about the online abuse he's received, some of the responses to which are, naturally: ‘says the nerd. grow up’; ‘lando nohoes’; ‘woke generation man 😂.’ otherwise, the comments are surprisingly okay.

NOW THEN. what has lando done this season, aside from securing 7th in the wdc standings? why, he was the only best of the rest driver to get a podium, of course! what did espn say about that? fucking nothing! except here he is in the cool down room. congrats lando.

lit review over. now, discussion. the thing about the lando appreciation post is that, unlike almost all other espnlandoposts, it doesn't come with an obvious invitation to stir shit. he just looks miserable and the colouring is dire. however, the special kind of people who live on instagram instinctively do that shit unprompted, and the timing AND content are questionable. a social media admin is surely gonna know the state of The Discourse on any given race day. as to the question of whether it's all deliberate: there’s massive engagement with all these landoposts (which is what they're angling for!), so we’re toeing a line between two cynical positions here (fuck lando specifically vs. a brand knowing how to rile up instagrammies).

i think. like. if it wasn’t so pervasive i could dismiss it, and if the tv comms weren't so... Like That, it'd also be easier. but genuinely EVERY landopost is designed to provoke. why would this one be any different? like i'm normal i don't think they engineered a instachirlie pile-on but also their entire track record in terms of their use of lando has absolutely zero regard for him as a person. he's literally a tool for engagement and a villain in the danielstory why would they care if his tumby hurted and he shidded everywhere lol.

&&i’m not even going to start on invisible man carlos but as i went though i did look at every post with him in out of interest because i am like a stupid helpless little moth to a flame. my thoughts on espn instagram carlos content are: actually more sympathetic than i expected. very fucking sparse. as an outlet it's just much more interested in stirring for engagement and carlos doesn't Serve on that front if youre not a tumblr girlie

#answered #<- tagging this answered as if i answered it at all. sorry im vewy sleeby #and re:your follow-up ask obviously i wanted to answer this idc that it’s speculative but i’ll delete it if you want me to!

[bawkrya]

🥛hiii could you perhaps expand on Dajing *holds my chin in my claws cutely* maybe any fun little mannerisms or speech patterns or etc that he has? (he's gorgeous btw love when a pretty man goes Thru Some Shit and it rly seems like he is just living that constantly<3)

YES!!!! YES DAJING!!!!!!!! MY SPECIAL GIRL!!!!!

so. Dajing wasnt like a sect heir but he Was predy high up in his sect before it got quite literally sniped. His parents were a LOT older, so they were basically becoming elder scholars of the sect before he was even 10. But bc of this dajing has. Really formal ways of speaking. The type to use words you've never heard before bc he doesn't realize there's a simpler way to phrase something. He was kept around alllll the scholars almost 24/7 bc thats jst what his momma ws doing! And yeah he had like a milkmaid and the like bt also he threw a fit anytime his mom wasnt within his sight for actual years. He still got antsy even as a teenager when he cldnt find her.

Anyways

Despite how formal he speaks he takes every opportunity to tease people. Ppl like instinctually take everything he says very seriously and he takes advantage of jt when he Really shouldn't, but its also always for fun and never for any malicious reasons. He did this with Fangyan/the princess and its basically how he charmed her bc she thought it was funny this Big Number 1 Cultivator was a little silly guy.

Its how he pisses off xinkang 90% of the time though

As for mannerisms he has like little habits that he gains specifically after he enters a relationship with fangyan (and eventually xinkang) . . . . . Hes a whole head taller than both of them. So he started resting his chin/cheek on top of Fangyans head Mostly to mess with her but then it actually turned out to be comfortable so he just kept doing it. Then it went on to xinkang. Who tried to knock him out the first time he did it but he accepts his fate at some point. He does this to ruyang too heehee

He also just clings to ppl. Which like *motions to the bit about his mom* is probably obvious but dajing likes holding onto someone in Some way. Fangyan he would hold her waist/hug her from behind or just hold onto her sleeve when in public, xinkang he would hold onto his little ribbons or have an arm over his shoulders, ruyang he would hold her by the scruff of her neck. LMFAO. But hes really affectionate so he had to be holding sm1 in some way. This fact made his seclusion all the more miserable though.

i love dajing sooo much and it is 100% bc i gave him the hxm faceclaim but i looove him my special viciously miserable man . . . . . Rlly looking forward to writing how ruyang responds to receiving a new set of parents given she didnt learn about fangyan/xinkang until jinyu started fucking with dajing (so quite literally in the current timeline, has only known about them for a few months). Shes gonna have so many parents

Also look at this img of hxm being carried. xinkang/dajing core

#Asks #Dragonji #HIII JAE #also this will be funny and i swear to god it wasnt planned bc dajing wasnt originally supposed to be in a polycule #but xinkang has zhai tl faceclaim. <- trying to avoid getting jn his tag LMFAO but #it wasnt intentional i was just slapping actors to dragons but then i started developing dajings shit and it was like Fucking. Damn It #anyways idk whats going on in the hxm image but theres also a video of him happily following the guy carrying him on a bike

[7r0773r]

The Story of My Teeth by Valeria Luiselli, translated by Christina MacSweeney

I am Gustavo Sánchez Sánchez, I said. I am the peerless Highway. And I am my teeth. They may seem to you to be yellowed and a little worse for wear, but I can assure you: these teeth once belonged to none other than Marilyn Monroe, and she needs no introduction. If you want them, you will have to take me along too. I gave no further explanation.

Who will open the bidding? I asked in a quiet, calm tone, catching Siddhartha's eyes, fixed on me.

Who will open the bidding for me and my teeth? I repeated to an undaunted audience. A hand went up. Exactly what I'd imagined occurred. For the price of 1,000 pesos, Siddhartha bought me. (p. 62)

***

After a while, the same lethargic, nasal voice sounded from the loudspeaker.

The great Fancioulle! it said, oozing with snide humor.

I assumed that the clown on my left was now addressing me, the one with the multiple ascending eyebrows.

I know what you're thinking, great, great Fancioulle.

What?

You're thinking you're better than the rest of us.

No, that's not so.

Have you heard the parable of the red-haired man, by the great writer and philosopher Danil Kharms?

I have, in fact.

Well, you're like the red-haired man he wrote about,

Fancioulle, so listen carefully:

There was once a red-haired man who had no eyes or ears. Nor did he have any hair, so he was only red-haired on a theoretical level. He couldn't speak, because he didn't have a mouth either. Nor did he have a nose. He didn't even have arms or legs. He had no stomach, no shoulders, no dorsal spine, and no intestines at all. The man had nothing! Hence, there is no way of knowing of whom we are talking. In fact, it would be better to say nothing else about him.

End of story.

End of story?

End of story.

That's not a parable. It's an allegory.

It's a superb parable, a supraparable, and one that seems inspired by your very self, Fancioulle. What do you think?

It's informative.

Really? Just informative?

Very informative, and also ingenious. But I don't understand why it's a parable.

And so what would you suggest I do about it, great Fancioulle?

I wouldn't suggest anything.

That's what I thought. Don't you realize that you've got nothing to offer?

Yes, I guess I do.

And that the schism between the perception you have of yourself and the perception other people have of you is irreconcilable?

Maybe.

You're also incapable of laughing at a joke that isn't your own. You're incapable of appreciating humor. And that reveals the limitations of your intelligence.

Fine.

And if you cross the boundaries of eccentricity, Fancioulle, what's on the other side is buffoonery: you're a clown.

Please, enough is enough.

That's just what I say, Fancioulle. Enough is enough. And if you did me a favor?

What is it?

I need a monograph on the Russian Revolution. Will you get it from the stationery store for me?

Yes, of course, I replied, suddenly finding myself swamped in docility.

And I need "Cotton and Its Derivatives" and "Arctic and Antarctic," plus one called "Whales and Their Derivatives," and maybe also "Flags of Asia." 

O.K., I'll find them for you.

Thanks, replied the voice, satisfied.

By the way, you don't happen to know what model his VW is, do you? I inquired, pointing to the clown in the red bodysuit, who was looking at me in complete silence, blinking from time to time.

A white VW70, there's no doubt about it.

And which pound is it in?

I think it must be in the one over in Calle Ferrocaril. But why are you going for his car?

Because it was my fault they towed it away.

I waited for the clown's reply. It didn't come for some time.

When the ventriloquist voice sounded again, I immediately knew that it was the fourth clown talking to me, the one with the sinister face painted red and black. I was by then prepared for the blows, the humiliation, for his outrageous attempts to wear me down. What that son of a fat sow didn't know is that the peerless Highway is unconfoundable and unbreakable. I decided to get in first, matching my face and voice to my predicament.

Fancioulle, at your service. What can I get you, Siddhartha?

There was a long silence.

What would you like, son? I repeated. 

Nothing, he eventually replied.

No, really. What can I get you?

Nothing, really, nothing.

Come on, tell me. Something, anything at all, I insisted.

Honestly, you can't get me anything, sir.

A glass of water, at least?

No.

You're not going to refuse a glass of water!

Well, O.K. A glass of water.

I’ll fetch it for you, I said, finally getting up from the floor and stretching my arms and legs. It took me a few moments to regain my balance, but as soon as I felt steady in my shoes, I crossed the room in a state of sudden, unconcealed euphoria. I felt light, freed of something. I suppose my uncle Fredo Sánchez Dostoyevsky was right when he said that insult, after all, is a purification of the soul. I made a polite bow to the catatonic clowns and went out the door: la-la-tra, la-la-tra. (pp. 86-90)

***

ALLEGORIC LOT NO. 6: BAT Artist: Miguel Sánchez Calderón Listing: 6M

Guillermo Fadanelli was reading The Phenomenology of Spirit by a one-quarter namesake of his, Jorge Guillermo Federico Hegel, when suddenly a midget came into the Shanghai Star restaurant in which he was seated, pulled up a chair, and sat down opposite him. The man identified himself as Pushkin. They asked the waiter for a round of beers and Pushkin started to cry. The reason for his tears, he told Guillermo Fadanelli, was that his father was a rake. The word he used was донжуан, and it is not certain if the translation "rake" is correct.

Half an hour later, Pushkin took his leave. Immediately afterwards, another midget entered the restaurant and came to sit at the table. Guillermo Fadanelli invited him to have a drink. After taking a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping away the tears streaming down his face, and noisily blowing his nose, the midget said that his name was Gogol and that the reason for his unhappiness was that he'd learned that his father was a degenerate. In this case, the word he used was вырождаться. Everything would appear to indicate that the translation "degenerate" is correct.

When Gogol left, a third midget came into the restaurant. Predictably, he repeated the same routine as his two predecessors and sat down at the table. Studying him as he blew his nose, Guillermo Fadanelli said: Let me guess, your name is Dostoyevsky, and you are wretched because your wife is a трутень. The midget stared at him in astonishment. Why do you say that? he asked, after taking a long swig of beer. Guillermo Fadanelli answered that догадался по горячности своего голоса and gave a slightly ironic smile. You're wrong, Guillermo. My name is Danil Kharms, and I'm blowing my nose because I'm allergic to pollen.

At that moment, the waiter approached the table holding a basket of Chinese fortune cookies. Guillermo Fadanelli took one and split it into two halves the way you would crack an egg. He let the slip of paper fall onto the table. Then, slowly unfolding it, he read aloud:

That is how one imagines the Bat of History. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees a single catastrophe that piles ruin onto ruin and he hurls it to his feet. He would dearly like to stop, to awaken the dead and to reassemble what has been torn to shreds, but a hurricane is blowing in from Paradise and becomes tangled in his wings, forming a knot of brilliant lights, a knot so strong that the angel can no longer close its wings. This hurricane impels him inevitably toward the future, to which his back is turned, while the rubble rises up to the sky before him. That hurricane is what we call progress. (WALTER BENJAMIN, SLIGHTLY CHANGED)

Does the slip of paper say all that? asked Danil Kharms.

Yes, replied Guillermo Fadanelli.

I don't believe you, Kharms retorted, and shot Fadanelli between the eyes.

He then extracted a cookie from the basket the waiter was still holding out. Copying his now defunct companion's movements, he broke it into two identical halves, let the slip of paper fall onto the table, picked it up, and read:

When biting bamboo sprouts with your teeth, remember the man who planted them. (pp. 133-35)

***

In mid-nineteenth century Cuba, the strange métier of "tobacco reader" was invented. The idea is attributed to Nicolás Azcárate, a journalist and active abolitionist, who put it into practice in a cigar factory. In order to reduce the tedium of repetitive labor, a tobacco reader would read aloud to the other workers while they made the cigars. Emile Zola and Victor Hugo were among the favorites, though lofty volumes of Spanish history were also read. The practice spread to other Latin American countries but disappeared in the twentieth century. In Cuba, however, tobacco readers are still common. Around the same time this practice emerged, the modern serial novel was also invented. In 1836, Balzac's La Vieille Fille was published in France, and Dickens's The Pickwick Papers was published in England. Distributed as affordable, serialized chapbooks, they reached an audience not traditionally accustomed to reading fiction. I realized I could combine these two literary devices that had once proven adequate in contexts not too different from the one I was facing. In order to pay tribute to and learn from these reading and publishing practices, I decided to write a novel in installments for the workers, who could then read it out loud in the factory. (p. 192)

#valeria luiselli #book quotes

[benzeneteen]

*desires to look like bullets/revenge gerard way*

yuup u get it :|

#him just predy!!!! #i like his spiky hair during in the studio 2002 i think its cute #lowkey wanna do my hair like that hh #but yeah. feelings and thoughts about early 2000s gerard in this blog tonite #asks