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Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Sixteen

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI!!! 18+++. SMUT. PIV. Love making!!! Soft, Christmas fluff. Language. PR relationships. HW is gross. Did I miss anything?

Notes!!!

Thank you sooo much for your patience! Life has been a little crazy for me with school and work but I’m back and going to really, REALLY try to be better about consistently posting! Thank you for your support ! ❤️❤️

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December 25, 2020

“Merry Christmas, Momma!”

You peeked over the top of your book to find Sebastian standing on the opposite end of the living room, a sleepy Bentley cradled to his chest.

Your brows furrowed, a light giggle slipping past your lips as you pulled yourself into a sitting position, distractedly setting your book aside. “Is that a Santa hat?” You tilted your head to the side, nose scrunching, “With ear holes?”

“Isn’t it amazing?” He laughed, shuffling closer as he repositioned the pup in his arms, dangling him in front of you. “I found it yesterday while I was picking up more wine and the stuff for the charcuterie board tonight. I wanted to surprise you with it.” He dipped forward, head tilting at the last minute to press a quick kiss to Bentley’s furry cheek before flashing you a beaming grin. “I think he loves it.”

Bentley looked highly unamused, borderline disgruntled but you kept your mouth shut, not wanting to dim the pride shining in Sebastian’s baby blue eyes. He was obviously pleased with himself so you’d let him have his moment for now because there was absolutely no way Bentley would wear that all day. No matter how hard you tried, the dog refused to wear anything—a little, yellow rain jacket you found at the local pet store, a hand knitted Christmas sweater you bought from a boutique at the Christmas market, a big, blue tuxedo bow for his collar.

It wouldn’t be long until you found it torn in half or ripped to shreds. You gave it twenty minutes—tops.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing, Bent.” You lifted a hand to scratch just beneath the pup's jaw, showing him a little love and appreciation for being such a good boy and putting up with his dads silly antics. “So handsome.”

Sebastian gave one last little ruffle to his head before setting him back on his four feet. You tried to bite back a grimace as he immediately took off towards your bedroom, no doubt to get up to some trouble and find a way to get that Santa hat off.

Hopefully you found the scraps before Sebastian did.

“He’s going to tear it to shreds, right?”

Your head whipped in his direction as he plopped down on the sofa beside you, a pained, guilty smile splitting across your face.

He nodded, lips pressed in a thin line, “I thought so.”

You shuffled closer, snuggling right into his side as he lifted an arm over your shoulders and pulled you closer. “He’s just a puppy.” You whispered, tilting your head back to kiss his dimpled chin. “He’s a little baby. He’ll get better.”

“I know.” He huffed out and you couldn’t help but hide your smile against his neck over the cute, exaggerated pout on his lips. “And I will admit, for the most part, he’s a great dog.” He sighed softly, strong arms wrapping you up tighter in his embrace, pulling you effortlessly across his lap, your blanket falling to the floor and exposing your bare legs. “Just wish he wouldn’t tear the shit we buy him. I mean,” He tossed an arm out, shaking his head softly, “That rain jacket was fucking adorable.”

You chuckled, head bobbing frantically in agreement, “I know right.” You slid your hands up his bare chest, stroking gently over the soft skin as his large hands wandered your thighs, “I don’t think I’ll ever get over that.”

Sebastian laughed lightly, shaking his head again for a moment. “Anyways.” He mumbled, squeezing you tighter to him, pressing a kiss to the top of head before nuzzling your hair a little. “Good morning, baby. You were up early.”

“Good morning, sexy.” You let slip a bit of a giggle, tilting your head up, hooded gaze locking with his as you slid your left hand further up his chest, over his throat, and around to tug at the fluffy locks at the nape of his neck. “Merry Christmas.”

“Mmm.” Sebastian leaned forward to brush his lips over yours, one large hand skimming up your back to cup the back of your neck as the other remained steadily on your waist. “I wanted to wake up to you.”

“I’m sorry.” You breathed out, lips just barely skimming his, “I was too anxious and excited for today.”

You drew him closer with a firm yank to his hair as you adjusted yourself to straddle his lap, thighs on either side of his waist before finally connecting your mouths in a heated kiss. Sebastian groaned into your open mouth when you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to slip seamlessly in to tangle with your own.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself getting lost in the kiss, your only thoughts on the taste, feel, and smell of him. The way his hands traveled your waist, down to your ass giving it a desperate squeeze, pulling you harder against him. The taste of fresh and mint on his breath, letting you know he’d brushed his teeth for this purpose before coming to find you. The pleasurable feeling of his growing bulge hidden beneath his tight gray briefs, brushing perfectly against the apex of your thighs.

All of it was almost too much but not nearly enough at the same time.

Your head lolled back, a soft moan tumbling from your lips as Sebastian’s lips left your own to trail soft, open mouthed kisses across your jaw and down your neck.

You let your hands wander as your eyes fluttered shut, allowing them to trail down and over his smooth, toned back and through his ruffled locks as you unconsciously ground yourself down on him.

It felt so fucking good. And it had been so long since you’d felt him like this—been touched by him like this. You couldn’t believe you almost forgot what it was like.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.” Sebastian groaned against your neck, grip tightening on your hips, pushing and pulling you against him.

You liked when he did that—moved you how he liked, took control. It made you feel so small and safe. Like you were in more than capable hands.

“You drive me nuts.” He grit out, tangling his fingers in your locks and with a hard yank, your head snapped back, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Did you know that?”

The heat in his dark gaze sent a new wave of slick into your panties. As if you weren’t wet enough before. Just one glance from him and you were soaked most of the time. You both loathed and loved the effect he had on you—particularly the former over the past couple days since he’d shown up at your door.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out on him. You’d said you needed time and that was true but every day the itch became stronger and stronger—making it nearly impossible to resist.

Would it be so bad?

You couldn’t find a reason not to when it felt this good. Nothing would ever feel better than his hands on your body—him inside of you. And the only thing between you now was a pair of briefs and your panties.

And you knew.

You knew if you gave in, it would feel a billion times better than this.

“Tell me to stop.” Sebastian begged, voice cracking slightly. You couldn’t remember a time you’d seen him so desperate, so needy. The wild look in his eye, the pleasant flush spreading from his cheeks down to his heaving toned chest, the distinguishable swell in his pink lips from how desperately they brushed your own. “Please. I won’t be able to stop.”

You didn’t want him to stop though.

And you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t plan for this when you slipped on these comfy, gray cheeky panties and matching bralette top after your shower this morning. As if you hadn’t shaved and exfoliated your entire body as thoroughly and quietly as you could before he woke this morning.

You were ready.

And it was perfectly okay to want this.

Sebastian was yours to love, and you were his.

Time between the two of you was limited lately and shouldn’t be wasted on petty fights and “punishments” when in just a few short weeks, you’d be apart again. And with all the talking through things and issues you’d worked through, he knew very well what he did was wrong and had more than made it up to you.

You were done waiting. You needed him now.

“Don’t stop.” You gasped out, hands sliding up to grip his shoulders, giving yourself more leverage to grind yourself down over his bulge. “Don’t ever stop.”

Something akin to a pained whimper slipped from between his lips, “Are you sure?”

You didn’t hear him, too lost in the pleasure building between your legs, core tightening with every pass over your clothed clit against his covered, hard cock.

Just a little more. And then you’d be there-

“Y/N.”

You let loose a pitiful whine as he pinned your hips down across the tops of his thighs—forcing you to a stop while his free hand creeped up to hold your jaw, cheeks squished uncomfortably as he forced your attention to remain solely on him.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, baby.” His voice was low, nearly a growl and it made you clench from inside out, in the best way possible. “Are you sure?” His grip softened slightly, dipping down to gently kiss along your cheek until he reached your ear and whispered softly, “ I need to hear you say it.”

You didn’t respond immediately, instead you pulled yourself back just slightly and your heart clenched when for just a moment disappointment flashed clear as day across his face. It was gone in an instant, his face neutralized within a second but you’d seen it—the insecurity, the hurt.

You didn’t want him to feel that way.

Despite what you’d been through in the last six months, you never wanted to be the reason he hurt.

Before he could resonate and stew in those feelings, you crossed your arms over your chest, hooked your fingers under the hem of the cotton bralette and with one sure tug you yanked it up and over you head, tossing it carelessly behind you.

You cupped both of Sebastian’s cheeks, pressing yourself against him, bare breast rubbing against his warm chest. “I’m more than sure.”

Sebastian surged forward, catching your lips with his in a desperate kiss. He drew your hips forward again, guiding them back over his hard length and setting a steady rhythm.

You pulled away for a second, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath, “Off!” You demanded, fingers clawing at the band of his boxers, tugging them down as best you could. “I want these off now.”

Sebastian didn’t need to be told twice, steadying you with one hand on your waist, he lifted his hips and tugged the constricting fabric down around his thighs, freeing his hard, leaking cock.

“Maybe we should move this to the bed-”

You didn’t give him the chance, tugging your damp panties aside before impaling yourself on his cock.

“Oh my fucking-” His back arched, grip tightening on your waist as his eyes rolled back in his head and string of pained moans rumbled up from his chest. “Shit, baby.”

It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. You took a moment to catch your breath, letting your tight body stretch around his thick length. You’d clearly gotten ahead of yourself. It had been months since you’d taken him like this and you’d obviously underestimated his size.

It definitely wouldn’t be the first time. After time away, you always seemed to forget just how big he was.

“Breathe.”

You did as he said inhaling deep through your nose, and exhaling out of your mouth. You leaned into him, foreheads pressed together, your arms looped around his neck.

Just taking a moment to feel each other—to adjust again.

It wasn’t long before your deep breaths turned into soft moans as his skilled fingers found home on your swollen clit, rubbing you perfectly to your liking so he could loosen you up.

“Gotta a little ahead of yourself, little lady, didn’t ya?”

You didn’t miss the teasing tone in his voice but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when your body was loosening up, stretching more for him as you slowly sunk the rest of the way down on his cock.

“Yeah.” You managed out, eyes fluttering shut as you leant down to connect your lips to his, one hand wandering the skin of his back and the other tangling in his hair. “‘M good now.”

That was the only indication Sebastian needed to lose himself completely in your body. His hands slid from your hips to your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh there as he set a rhythm, moving you up and down his cock.

“God, baby.” He groaned, head lolling back against the couch as you fucked yourself harder and faster down on him, cerculean eyes all hooded and hazy as they traveled up and down your bare form. “You gonna cum already? Hmm?”

You let out a little whine, head bobbing as you pressed yourself closer to him, angling your hips just right so your sensitive little nub rubbed perfectly against the trimmed hair at the base of his cock.

You didn’t even have to say anything, Sebastian leaned further back, rolling his hips up more with every deep thrust to help you grind and rub yourself on him.

“That’s it baby.” His grit out, jaw falling slack as his gaze zeroed in on the way your body was taking him, swallowing him whole and leaking cream all down his length. “Look at you. Look at the way you take me. No one will ever compare to you, baby. No one fits me like you do.”

You could feel it now, your body tightening and that tell-tale flutter deep in your navel. You were almost there. You let your eyes flutter shut, taking in the feeling of him deep inside—hot, heavy, and hard. The way his hands felt wandering your body—tugging at your nipples, squeezing your hips, pinching your ass. His lips trailing along your neck and jaw, the whispers of his hot breath across your skin.

“Are you there?” His voice sounded so far away, so out of it. “Tell me you’re there. It’s been so long, you feel so good. Can’t hold back any longer.”

“Almost.”

You let out a startled squeak as Sebastian pulled you against his chest before flipping you over on the couch. He drew your legs up over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he planted one foot on the ground for leverage.

“I need you to cum.” He groaned, eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched tightly. He skimmed his hand down over your belly, starting to rub your sensitive little bud between expert fingers as he set a brutal pace, fucking into with your reckless abonden. “Can’t hold on much longer. Your perfect pussy’s tryna milk my cock.”

You gasped at the new angle, hands clawing at his back as the tip of his cock rubbed perfectly against the spongy spot inside you with every thrust and his fingers brushed perfectly over your clit.

One last deliberate rub and a deep stroke of his cock and the coil snapped deep within your naval, bursting outwards.

Sebastian’s only warning was a stuttered cry of his name before you were clenching down hard on his cock, pulsing in waves around him.

“Oh fuck.” He cried out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his body began to tighten and tingle. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming inside you.”

He pinned you down, hips humping sloppily against you as he buried his cock as deep as possible before letting go, painting your walls with his cum.

The satisfied groan he let out before collapsing on top of you was felt deep in your soul.

It had been so long and this is exactly what finally coming home felt like. You didn’t realize how much you needed it until you were basking in post orgasmic bliss—your body completely numb, tucked contently under the weight of Sebastian’s warm body.

“I love you.”

You let out a soft breath, leaning up just slightly to press a kiss to his shoulder, hands skimming softly up and down his back, “I love you, Sebastian.”

You groaned softly when he pulled back, sliding down your body until he was eye level with you, his softening cock still nestled inside of you.

He looked down at you, so much adoration and love swirling in his light eyes as he traced his fingers down your cheek, across your jaw, and over your lips. “You have no idea how beautiful you are right now. I mean,” He shook his head, laughing a little to himself, “I meant you’re beautiful all the time but right now…” He clicked his tongue, eyes tracing over your face, “You’re just everything.”

He buried his face in your neck to hide the blush rising to the apples of his cheeks and you couldn’t help but laugh—over his bashfulness and the feeling of the scruff of his beard tickling your neck.

Just as you opened your mouth to respond, a knock sounded at the door, pulling you both back into reality.

“Oh fuck.”

“That’s your mom.”

You and Sebastian shared a look before jumping into action.

“You go get freshened up, baby.” He nodded in the direction of the bedroom as he pulled his briefs back up, snapping them into place. “I’ll distract her for a bit and start the oven for the cinnamon rolls.”

“Thank you.” You squeezed past him after snatching your bralette off the floor, rising up on your toes for a quick kiss before scurrying off in the direction of the bedroom, “You're the best.”

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“You okay?”

Your head lolled lazily back to look up at Sebastian just as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. His arm tightened over your shoulder, pulling you tighter into his side as his free hand cupped your jaw, tilting your chin up so he could steal a quick kiss.

“I’m good.” You offered him a smile, a real one when he squinted at you, expression skeptical. To prove more of a point, you wiggled even closer, snuggling under the crook of his arm with a content sigh “I’m really good.”

And you meant it.

Today had been one of the best days you’d had in a long time.

Maybe part of the reason you felt so content and relaxed was because you started your day with mind blowing, ‘make up’ sex.

But really, it had only gotten better from there.

Once you had situated yourself and thrown on a pair of Christmas pjs, you had a lovely breakfast with Georgita and Sebastian. Nothing was ready like you’d intended it to be before she arrived but part of the fun had been preparing it together.

Sebastian, being the music loving man he is, hooked his phone up to your speaker to blast Christmas music while Georgeta cooked the eggs, you monitored the cinnamon rolls and cut fruit, and your lover fried up some bacon. You’d had a nice, slow morning sipping coffee, opening presents, and swapping stories of your favorite Christmas memories.

The day rolled into the afternoon and still you found yourselves lounging, watching a few Christmas movies. It wasn’t until four that you all got your butt in gear and started getting ready to head over to your friends house for a little Christmas dinner/get together.

It wasn’t anything fancy so you threw on a pair of light wash, mom jeans, an oversized, cream turtleneck sweater, and a pair of tan Chelsea boots. You slipped a long, plaid coat on to top it off and add a little color, and styled your hair in loose curls, letting them fall effortlessly over your shoulders and down your back.

Chad, never one to disappoint or miss out on an opportunity to host, had a whole feast prepared. And because everyone in attendance had brought a little something, there was more than enough to eat and then some.

You were surrounded by the people you loved most in the world and only real, good friends on your absolute favorite holiday.

What more could you possibly ask for?

“Here you go, babe.”

A delighted gasp fell from your lips as a wine glass filled to the brim with a very inviting dark red liquid was dangled in front of your face. You glanced up at a grinning Blake, “Is this…?”

“Oh, yeah, honey.” He nodded, smile growing even bigger, maybe even a little crazed, “This is the good shit.”

“God.” You rolled your eyes, fingers wrapping eagerly around the stem of the glass, “You’re so trying to get me drunk but ya know what?” You paused to take a big gulp, releasing a content sigh once it went down, “I’m so here for it this time.”

“Come on, Blake.” Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head, “You always do this to me, man. This shit gets her so good and you get to have all the fun Y/N to yourself and I have to deal with her when her head is in the toilet and she spends the next day moaning and groaning and cursing life.” His bottom lip juts out in a small pout, a cute furrow between his brows, “It’s like you do it on purpose.”

“Hey.” You frown, eyes flickering back and forth between the two as Blake takes a seat on the opposite side of you, “Are you saying I’m a bad drunk?” You turned to Sebastian, pouting at him, “I thought you liked taking care of me? You said you like coddling me!”

“Baby, I do!” He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly over your flushed skin as he angled your head towards him before dipping down to kiss your pouty lips. “I love taking care of you. I was just messing with Blake. I love you in all shapes and forms—hungover and all.”

“Aw.” You cooed, tugging him down to peck his lips, “I love you.”

“I love-”

“Ugh.” Blake gagged, rolling his eyes as he tossed a hand up at you, waving you off, “You’re both so fucking disgusting.”

You smiled against Sebastian’s lips, laughing a little when his hand slid to the back of your neck, forcing you to stay with your lips against his. Blake despised physical displays of affection, Sebastian knew this and used it to get under his skin whenever he could.

“But I’ll let it slide this time I guess,” Blake grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, one hand swirling his wine glass, “because I’m glad you guys are reunited and better than ever. I can’t stand it when my parents are fighting.”

A full belly laugh burst from your lips as you turned to look at him, “Aw, now that you’re all in love and in a serious relationship, you’re getting used to PDA.” You pressed your cheeks to Sebastian’s, a beaming smile lighting your whole face, “We’re so proud of you, darling.”

Blake waved you off with a roll of his eyes but you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered to Damian across the room, the corner of his lips corking just the slightest. You followed his gaze, your own smile growing as you took in his lover squished between Georgita and Blake’s father, Ted, having what looked to be a very riveting and animated discussion.

This was how it was supposed to be.

This was your family.

You took a moment to take all in, bringing your glass to your lips for another generous sip as your eyes traced each and every face in the room.

Yeah, you were right where you belonged and you wished there was a way that you could freeze this moment right here and come back to it when you missed your people and your home the most. There wasn’t a doubt that you would need it in a few weeks when everyone went back to the real world and you and Sebastian went your separate ways for the next few months.

Your lover must have sensed your little ‘come to peace’ moment because he gave your shoulder a little squeeze and pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head, “Merry Christmas, pretty girl.”

“Merry Christmas, Seb.” You tilted your head to peck his lips a few times before relaxing back into his embrace, your head resting on his chest, just over his heart beat, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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I went with my dad to see Bobby Watt the other day. He’s a Scottish-Canadian folk singer (has been in Canada since he was about 20 and he’s 70 now, but he still has a Scottish accent so strong that he must be keeping it on purpose, I have music in my collection by several other singers who grew up in Scotland before moving to Canada and all of them have a bit of an amalgamated accent, while Bobby Watt’s got a stronger Scottish accent than Frankie Boyle) whom my dad last saw live at the Edmonton Folk Festival in 1991. Which means I probably saw him live then too; I lived in Edmonton from when I was born until I was 8, 1990-1998, and my parents took me to the local folk festival during every one of those years (including 1990, when I attended as a fetus). So I must have seen him in 1991 as well, but I was under a year old and don’t remember. He then got off the folk festival circuit so we hadn’t seen him since, though we have one of his albums and it’s great.

He was playing this new-ish venue this week that’s local to me (very far from Edmonton, but he lives around here now), and my dad and I went, and it was so good. It was just the right mix for a trad Celtic music night. 85% tradition Celtic songs, only a couple of tunes (that’s just my preference as I like most songs better than most tunes, nice that his preference lined up with mine), three or four more modern Celtic ones, a Stan Rogers cover (White Squall, one of his best ones), exactly one quite left-field Bob Dylan cover, and one even more left field Mark Knopfler cover that surprised me by being really lovely. A reasonable amount of patter between songs to tell us exactly what regions they come from and a few references to economic socialist and pro-union political views. One guy backing him up on fiddle and one guy on mandolin and swapping through about eight different guitars throughout the night. That’s what the people want when they turn up to something billed as a trad Celtic music night. It was perfect.

I’ve been to this venue a few times in the last year, it’s only been open since 2021. It’s such a good place. Small enough to feel intimate, big enough to feel like a community atmosphere (about 80 people). People who understand the technical side of music better than I do have praised the excellent acoustics. And it’s a folk club, of the kind our city hasn’t had in many years.

I went to this city’s local folk festival every year from when we moved here in 1998 until about 2015. In 2012 they sold it to this big company that brought in a bunch of “indie rock” acts to try to draw in a younger crowd, and they succeeded, because it turns out that you can successfully make a folk festival into something that attracts a different demographic, if you make it so that it’s not a folk festival anymore. The only drawback will be that it’s not a fucking folk festival anymore. I carried a resentment toward indie rock over this for many years, until relatively recently, when I listened to Daniel Kitson’s radio shows and said “Actually a lot of this is pretty good, it doesn’t belong at a folk festival or anything but it’s still good, it’s technically not Bon Iver’s personal fault that my folk festival died.” I mean, it die. It just sucked. It attracted the young people it wanted and they all got drunk and shouted things and ruined the atmosphere and the number of folk acts in the lineup got smaller and smaller over a few years until I just stopped going. I still went to folk festivals, just not to that one anymore.

Also, it’s not like traditional folk music is the only thing I enjoy. There are plenty of sub-genres of rock and country and general Americana/Canadiana that I love. I have some mainstream tastes! I really like The Clash and 1.5 Led Zeppelin albums and Joan Jett and even Nirvana. I went through a phase in my late teens/early 20s when I got into a lot of classic rock, and still listen to it sometimes. And at this point my catalogue of American and Canadian alt country is rivaling the size of my collection of folk music from this one tiny Canadian island (Cape Breton Nova Scotia, they make a lot of music there). But there is a time and a place. And the place for anything that can be described as any kind of “rock” music is every single place in the world besides a folk festival. Let us have our one thing!

Anyway. This new venue draws out the old folk festival crowd, just as it was before 2012, I love it. All the grey ponytails are back! It turns out those people never went away, they’ve just been waiting for a venue like this to open so they can go see music again.

The concert was followed by a “jam session”, on which I think my dad and I both had the same opinion: “That sounds really cool and I’d love to stay and see it, but would feel way too self-conscious.” So we left. They do this Celtic night once a month, I’m going to try to go back in April and maybe I will stay. I’m pretty sure you don’t actually need to bring an instrument and play it or sing to stay for the jam session. I just worry that I’d feel self-conscious sitting there with no musical talent whatsoever and watching everyone else play. Also, the audience was clearly made up of mostly musicians and people who know each other through music, and my dad and I are just tourists there. Still, it would be cool.

I’ve now been to see live music five times since last July, which is less than I used to do, pre-COVID, but significantly more than in any other year since COVID happened. I’m really glad I decided last year to start doing this again. Live music has been such an automatic part of my life since I was born, I think I took it for granted. Didn’t realize what a big part of my happiness it was until I stopped doing it. Sitting in a room full of other people who are all feeling the same thing you are with the same music is an unparalleled experience, and rather than taking it for granted, I should feel ridiculously lucky that I got to consider it so normal for most of my life.

I’ve said that there’s a kid at work for whom I play music sometimes, and looking at it through his eyes (his ears?) really is a cool way to remind me of how special things are, even things I’ve gotten used to. The other day I played him Runrig for the first time. They’re a band from Scotland that I know about because for a while their lead singer was Bruce Guthro, who’s from Cape Breton in Canada. For ages as a teenager I just vaguely knew that one of my favourite singers, Bruce Guthro, is in a band in Scotland called Runrig for some reason. Then I actually got into that band and learned that they are much, much bigger than Bruce Guthro, they existed in one form or another from 1973 to 2018, they were very successful and I don’t know why they put some guy from Canada on lead vocals for a while. But I’m grateful that they did because otherwise I wouldn’t have got into them.

They have this compilation album called 50 Great Songs, which is exactly what the title claims and therefore excellent value for money, and buying that was my introduction to them. It has a live version of this song Hearts of Olden Glory, which is breathtaking. Seriously, if you have bothered to spend your precious time reading the insignificant thoughts that I write down, I promise it will be a much more worthwhile use of your time to listen to this song:

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I played it for the kid at work, and realized I probably shouldn't expect it to have the same effect on him as it does on me, because he has an extremely limited vocabulary, he doesn't understand the world around him, he doesn't know what a live music gig is. He doesn't know what it means when you can hear the whole crowd singing this together.

But I watched him as I played it for him, and he reacted in all the right places. He stopped and listened and when the music swelled or stopped he froze and closed his eyes and grabbed my hands and shivered. There is something universal there. Even if you don't know what it means, there is something that any human can understand is special.

On the same day I played him Madison Violet for the first time. That's a band of three women who are all from Cape Breton (and one is related to the famous fiddler Ashley MacIsaac), but formed in Toronto. I first saw them at a folk festival in, I think, 2009. I bought their album No Fool For Trying, and it immediately went into regular rotation. (I feel like I only ever mention male musicians on here. I'd like to clarify that while my music collection is more male dominated than I'd like it to be, it is less male dominated than it probably seems according to my blog posts.)

I've listened to this album in lots of years, but it always makes me think of the year I listened to it most often, which was 2011-2012, when I lived in Halifax for a year, and I had my first girlfriend, and I had commitment issues that meant I would hang out at her place for as late as she wanted but would never sleep over, and this was one of the albums I most frequently played while walking home from her place. So whenever I hear it, I still think of walking for 40 minutes through the streets of Halifax from her apartment to my dorm, at 2 or 3 or 4 AM, with a vague feeling of guilt because I knew she wanted me to stay over and be a proper girlfriend but I couldn't bring myself to do that, but also with a feeling of excitement because the streets of Halifax at night are a lovely place to walk and I had this nice music to keep me company. Anyway it's a great album. Every song is strong.

I played it for this kid for the first time recently, and I started with a couple of the faster songs, thinking he'd like those. He wasn't that into them. Then I played him this one, the really slow and melancholic one, and he stopped in his tracks, closed his eyes, and just listened:

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I was a bit surprised, because I've always thought of this as a song where the thing that makes it most special are the lyrics. This song gets to me emotionally because it's really lyrically beautiful, but this kid barely understands basic language, he won't know what lyrics mean. And yet, in that moment where the key changes (I think, I don't really know enough about music to say) and it says "Now your father's building you a box" - which is the exact moment that always really gets me and sends shivers down my spine - I saw him wrap his arms around himself and raise his shoulders around his ears and grin at me, clearly affected by the music. Something gets through even if he doesn't understand the words.

Anyway, that's the point of this post. Music is nice. I do not believe in taking video recordings of any type of show, for the usual reasons: it takes you out of the moment when being in the moment is supposed to be the entire point of the experience, and it's annoying for other people if they have to look at your phone screen instead of the event. However, my dad was really excited to see this guy he hadn't seen live since 1991, and he took this 30-second video, and I got him to send it to me, and to be honest I'm glad I have it now. It was hopefully worth mildly annoying the nice old school folk music people who were sitting behind us. This is a cover of what's actually the first Stan Rogers song I ever heard, when I was a kid, White Squall. Great song.

#Youtube

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nellie-elizabeth · 7 months

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Bob's Burgers: The Amazing Rudy (14x02)

Aww, a Rudy episode! This was sweet.

Cons:

I really can't think of much I would change? Maybe as a nitpick, it was a little silly that the episode made the purpose of the dinner a "reveal" after an opening scene where Rudy and his dad don't directly mention where they're going and why. I'm not sure holding that card close to the chest added much of anything.

Pros:

I would love to see more episodes like this, filling out details of the rest of this community, where the Belcher family plays side characters who come into the story in a couple of pivotal moments! It was so effective to start with Rudy and then hear the kids' voices at the mall. And then when Rudy runs out of the restaurant, I knew he'd end up at Bob's Burgers and that he'd find safety and kindness there. I really felt the family as a refuge, somewhere you could go to feel better.

I also liked that Rudy and his dad seem to have a good relationship. It's a little awkward and there are things about it that aren't ideal, but the care and attention between them goes both ways, and you can see how Rudy's dad is trying to do the right thing by him the whole way through. I also liked that while the dinner was super awkward to start, we get that ending shot where Rudy has the emotional support of Louise, and everybody is able to settle down and have an okay time.

As a Louise stan, I adored this episode. I love that she's such a little weirdo and always ready with the insults, but she calmly and without making a big deal of it offers to walk Rudy back to the restaurant and hang out with him in his awkward family situation. She might tell you she's just doing it to get another chance at food, since Gene's dinner choice of loaded baked potato lasagna really didn't hit the spot. But she cares about Rudy, and wants to help out a friend in a tough moment. Gotta love her!

I also love that Bob and Linda recognize all the fun dichotomies in their daughter. That she owns dangerous weapons but also knows how to be kind and considerate when the moment calls for it.

This episode really hit me in the feels, I felt so bad for Rudy when his magic trick didn't work as planned, and how much he stressed over the dinner before it happened. He's going through a time where he's going to have to adjust to the new normal with his divorced parents and their new partners, and that's never easy!

Onward to next episode, I do hope we get to see some school scenes so we can catch up with some of the other kid characters!

9/10

#review #bob's burgers #bob's burgers review #bobs burgers #bobs burgers review

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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Please I need Coyote x reader anything! I don’t care if it’s fluff, smut, or headcanons. I need something 😭😭 (I know this is vague, but it’s hard being a Coyote stan out here)

(cracks the knuckles) Bish say no more, I've gotchu!!!!! I'm gonna try and make it a point to do more Coyote and Payback content soon enough (lol)

You and Coyote were due to get married soon and the stress levels were already hitting the roof

Hell you even thought about eloping in Brazil so the rest of his family could be there

Bob, his parents Joe and Irene, and the rest of the Floyd clan offered up the ranch in Oklahoma so you guys could have the reception there (Big Relief Number 1)

The other issue you guys had was actually getting Javy's extended family to come up from Rio but thanks to his mom and dad, they managed to get in with no problem (Big Relief Number 2)

Natasha, Amelia, Javy's sister and your best girlfrinds were the bridesmaids, Natasha of course was maid of honor

Hangman was best man, but the guys' night alone got a little crazy because they decided to give Javy the traditional chest wax

You and the girls however decided to have a little fun of your own

His sister, Alessandra, had picked up a little bottle of something while the family had a stopover in the Dominican......a big bottle of Mama Juana

Good God were you guys hammered that night. You sent a video of you guys to Javy, you and your girlfriends screaming "WE'RE TOASTED!!!!!" at the tops of your lungs

You guys were dancing to Javy's throwback and hip-hop mixtape by the bonfire

But you guys never.......NEVER.......missed the morning bell

When Javy saw you walk into the church on the day of the wedding he almost cried

And so didn't you, seeing him in his dress whites

The priest who married you and Javy was also the Navy chaplain. He had known the two of you for years and when you asked him for help, he readily said yes

Rooster and the rest of the Top Gunners held up the swords for you and Javy to walk under on the way out

And at the reception everybody went balls to the wall nuts

The boys all started dancing to "Copperhead Road", even Penny and Maverick, although Mav joked that he had two left feet and couldn't dance

Oh God, when they played "Get Low" by Lil Jon, you and the girls were all laughing

Javy, Hangman, Rooster, Fanboy, Payback and Bob were all dancing like they were in the club (lol).......let's just leave it at that

So weren't Phoenix and Halo

Harvard, Omaha and Fritz had started a breakdancing contest to see who was the best

All in all it was the best night of your life

Because you got to share it with Javy and the people you loved the most

#top gun maverick #javy coyote machado #coyote x reader #top gun headcannons #for you my friend

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sebastiansluts · 2 years

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did you see the recent of sebastian in the leather jacket and fluffy hair ... him in this is screaming mean dom vibes he looks so scary and serious... something with this?

dark mean dom step dad seb maybe with lots of slapping and choking and throwing around, overall really rough and degrading sex with age gap... size kink... spitting.. forced cock worship under the table and then dub con sex after? 😳😳

Watch the very beginning of the video imagining that you're on your knees in front of him, out of view of the camera.......

Sebastian Stan x Reader; dub!con, age gap, NOT underage (reader is 20s, Seb is 39), size kink, cock worship, spit kink, slapping, choking, degradation, rough sex, semi-public sex

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

Sebastian forced you under the table, getting you situated on your knees between his legs, forcing you down onto his dick as the video call came through.

"Not a sound," Sebastian muttered, hand on your head, pushing you so you were bobbing your head up and down, licking and sucking at him. He answered the call, adjusting the camera and how he was sitting, focused on keeping you out of frame, his eyes narrowed in concentration. You bit back a moan at the sight, eyes fluttering as you worshipped his cock, his hand tight in your hair, keeping you going.

You kept going throughout the entire call, your jaw aching, drool pooling in your mouth and spilling out onto his crotch, his jeans and briefs getting soaked. You stayed silent the entire time, Sebastian's hand firm on your head, directing your movement.

The call finally ended and Sebastian slammed the laptop shut, yanking you off and pushing back from the desk, bringing you with him by his grip in your hair, throwing you onto the bed.

"Of everyone that has sucked my dick, you've got to be the worst," Sebastian hissed, slapping your face hard. Tears filled your eyes, but he ignored you, ripping open his jeans and fucking into you, sliding past your panties under your skirt, not stopping til he was balls deep.

"Please!" you gasped, and Sebastian slapped you again, bringing his other hand to your throat, choking you. Your eyes rolled back as he thrust and kept slapping you, rapidly and repeatedly, your cheek burning, tears streaming down your face.

"Pathetic little thing, can barely suck a dick, make a huge mess of me, and then you start crying the second I slap you around a little. You're lucky your cunt is fucking amazing, otherwise I wouldn't bother with you at all, near waste of space of a step daughter," Sebastian grunted, releasing your throat and letting you breathe, now slapping your other cheek.

You sobbed as you came, his dick hammering your spot, his hand hard on your face as he slapped it then gripped it, forcing you to look at him. "Useless little girl," he muttered, and your eyes filled again, your pussy clenching desperately in another shockwave.

Sebastian's hips stuttered as he came hard, groaning, "Fucking fill up this cunt, only good thing about you."

He kissed your neck, biting down sharply and making you twitch, before he pulled out, his cum slowly dripping out of you.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #no y/n #smut

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mrs-riceball · 2 years

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Friends Who Kiss

childhood friend!inumaki x fem jujutsu sorcerer oc!jun

fluff, sfw

4.1k words

a/n: hey inumaki stans! not quite sure how i feel about this one but i definitely do not have the drive to fix it. it’s sweet at the end but i think i got overambitious with the backstory lol.

i pretend shibuya does not exist

enjoy~

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“You know I’m not really a fan of these big gatherings, Mom. They’re too loud,” I say as I get out of the car, already feeling the chatter emanating from within the residence.

“I know, honey, but it’ll be good to see the Inumakis after all this time. You’ve been abroad for so long, and they’re good family friends. We owe them this at least,” My mom replies, putting a gentle hand on my shoulder as my dad comes around the car and wraps his arm around the both of us.

It’s a little funny, considering the Inumaki family’s cursed technique, that they’re hosting a large dinner. But, they have a reputation to uphold and these gatherings serve as a neutral ground for the more prominent clans to mingle. Ultimately, the Inumakis’ goal is to achieve peace among the jujutsu community. Perhaps it’s naive, but perhaps it’s a necessary conviction.

Before I even get to the door, I can hear and see all the words being shared, and I can’t help but giggle. Man, it’s been a while. The door opens before us, and Inumaki Sora greets my mom with a big hug. “Sora!” My mom exclaims excitedly but softly.

“Konbu!” Sora welcomes us into their home with a bow, shaking my dad’s hand and greeting me with a hug. She takes a moment to back up and look at me, “Shake shake,” she compliments, a sweet smile spreading across her face. She leans in to give me another hug. I hold her a little longer this time, she did practically raise me when my parents had to travel when I was young. I ignore the pang of guilt I feel for not keeping in touch well enough while I was away the past three years. But, quick as ever, Sora picks up on my sorrow and rubs my back with affirmation, “Shake.” She gives me a firm but loving look, and I know she’s simply happy to see me now, regardless. She invites my parents over to visit with her husband Inumaki Chaimon, as well. She gestures toward the back room for me, where I know I’ll find Toge.

I look around nostalgically as I make my way back slowly, childhood memories filling me with serene nostalgia. The Inumaki household was a good one for me to spend a lot of time in, always so quiet. I struggled a lot with my cursed technique as a kid, not being able to handle the persistent ringing and whirring in my ears, the abstract visualization of sounds, and always touching and breaking things by accidentally amplifying their frequencies too much.

I trace my finger along a familiar crack in the wall fondly as I enter the back room. A green-haired girl is yelling at a pink-haired boy while a black-haired boy next to him scowls. Another, shorter, black-haired boy tries to mediate, while a panda (?) and a girl with a brown bob talk over him, seemingly making the situation worse. There in the middle, somehow not blurred out by all the voices around him, was Toge.

He notices my presence immediately, and smoothly rises from his seat. “Konbu,” he greets with a bright smile, his eyes crinkling. I notice that he’s wearing a scarf to cover his nose and mouth as we both lean in for a hug.

“Hi, Toge,” I respond, embracing him. The hug doesn’t linger for too long, but it lasts long enough to feel his lean and tone figure. He must have been training hard at that big shot Jujutsu high school he went to. As we release one another, he holds my hands in his gently. We both take a few moments to take each other in, as if we can’t believe the other has truly grown up and we’re standing in front of each other. He’s grown another inch since I saw him a year ago. I’d given up on matching his height by grade 7, but I’ve still been imagining him the way we were when we were 12 even after I visited last year. Not only had he grown up, but there was an immense amount of cursed energy emanating from him, although it was also so tactfully under his control. I beamed at how much he’d grown, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart swell with pride at him.

He tenderly reaches his hand out to touch my hair, “Shake,” he compliments and I’m intensely aware of his friends’ squabble resolving as they turn their attention to Toge and me.

“Thank you,” I blush, smoothing my hand over my hair.

The boy with shorter black hair strides over, clapping his hand on Toge’s back, “Hi, I’m Okkotsu Yuta,” he introduces himself, extending his hand out for me to shake. “I went to high school with Toge.”

“I’m Jun,” I respond, shaking his hand. “Toge and I go way back, our families have been close forever.”

“Shake,” Toge nods his agreement. He takes my hand and guides me over to the couch. “Konbu,” he introduces me to his friends.

“Hi, everyone, I’m Jun,” I repeat my name to them. A flurry of names approach me, but I can clearly distinguish them all. “Nice to meet you, Panda, Kugisaki, Maki, Itadori Yuuji, and Fushiguro,” I greet them each individually. An awkward silence falls over the room and everyone looks at me expectantly.

“Shake,” Toge responds with affirmation to the seemingly unspoken question in the air.

“I’m not sure I understand,” I look at Toge with uncertainty, unconsciously smoothing my skirt out with my palms.

“What’s your cursed technique!” Itadori blurts out, scratching the back of his head.

“Oh! Cursed frequency,” I answer. They all blink at me, confused, so I continue, “I’m really sensitive to sound waves. I can hear and see them, and I can amplify the frequency an object emits.”

“So, you can make things resonate?” Kugisaki asks, looking less than pleased.

I give her an apologetic smile and answer, still confused, “Yes?”

“Kugisaki’s straw doll technique utilizes resonance, as well,” Fushiguro tells me dryly.

“Shake,” Toge affirms and gives me a comforting look. I can see the corners of his violet eyes crinkle in a soft smile. We all sit and talk for a while, and I can sense the comfort Toge and his friends all have with one another. They all do their best to make me feel included, and I find myself at ease quickly. Knowing that these people care for Toge deeply makes it easier and makes me feel like I could belong, too.

Soon, we are all called into the main hall. We load up our plates with sushi and re-disperse to our respective rooms, making smalltalk along the way. The food is so good that the residence is finally much quieter. I breathe out and release tension I didn’t realize I had been holding in my shoulders. Toge gently places his hand on my arm sympathetically, giving my shoulder a brief massage then quickly snatches a tuna mayo onigiri from my plate with his chopsticks. “Hey!” I scold him, but we’re both smiling. I’d never tell him, but I grabbed a few extra anticipating that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of them.

I can’t help but gaze at him as he eats, finally able to see him with his scarf off, the way I remember him. He notices me looking over, and he smirks as if I’m undressing him with my eyes.

I elbow him, making him drop his piece of onigiri back on his plate. “I just haven’t seen you in a bit, it’s nice to be home and around your stupid face again,” I say softly.

“Shake,” he rests his head on my shoulder in agreement, taking another tuna mayo onigiri from my plate and eating it contentedly, still lying his head on my shoulder so I can feel his jaw tense and relax. This time I don’t protest at his thievery. Instead, I exchange the tuna mayo onigiri for one of his seasoned onigiri, my favorite. He turns to look at me with his violet eyes, chin resting on my shoulder, holding back a smile.

Toge picks up another of his seasoned onigiri and brings it towards my mouth, tapping it against my lips until I open up. I blush and let him feed it to me. “We’re not eight anymore, Toge,” I giggle, briefly pressing my pointer finger to the tip of his nose. He scrunches up his face, but then feeds me another seasoned onigiri. I happily accept his tasty offering.

Then, Toge lifts his head and looks at me expectantly. I pick up a tuna mayo onigiri off his plate and try to feed it to him, but he shakes his head at me. “Okaka,” he frowns. I playfully roll my eyes at him, smiling, then feed him a tuna mayo onigiri from my own plate, which he enthusiastically opens up his mouth for. As I watch him enjoy his onigiri, I realize that everything seems much quieter. I look around and listen closer, and it’s not for lack of noise, it’s simply Toge’s peaceful presence helping me block out the excess noise.

Maki stands up and clears her throat, “Jun! We were just about to go for a GIRLS ONLY walk,” she shares, making sure the boys know they are not welcome. My gaze quickly darts over to Toge and he gives me a small nod of reassurance.

“Sure, why not!” I follow Maki and Kugisaki out the room. They make their way to the courtyard and chit chat idly about what Gojo Satoru is up to now. Suddenly, they shift their attention to me.

“So, Jun,” Kugisaki starts. “Tell us more about you.”

“Well, I like to paint, I love dogs, and I attended school overseas,” I answer.

“Boring!” Maki responds exasperatedly. “We want to know about you and Toge.”

“What is there to tell? Our parents attended Jujutsu High together, and we were born a year apart. As kids, we were inseparable. He’s my best friend,” I recall fondly.

“Your best friend who you’ve kissed?” Kugisaki asks, not even trying to be tactful in extracting information from me. She was clearly guessing, but she hit the nail right on its head.

I stop in my tracks and my face turns red as I blurt out, “Not since we were kids!” Kugisaki and Maki share a look with one another. “But doesn’t everyone kiss their best friends when they’re kids?”

“I didn’t, that’s for sure. I wouldn’t let a boy near me with a ten foot pole as a kid, and I still wouldn’t,” Maki peers over the top of her glasses at me.

“Really? Toge used to love to kiss me, he’d kiss my face and hands all the time as often as he could,” I recall, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

“That’s… Really sweet,” Maki’s expression softens as she continues, “We’ve never seen Toge act the way he does around you before. He seems irritatingly comfortable with you, it’s disgusting. And when you visited home and he came to see you, once he returned to school he kept sulking for a whole month because he missed you so terribly. Maybe we don’t get it, but I think you should talk to him,” Maki tells me as softly as she can manage.

“Yeah, we even started to think maybe he doesn’t like girls. The only indication we had that he might was what he said about you, but even then we knew we had to meet you to understand what the two of you have,” Kugisaki explains, “And now we’re sure!” She gives me jazz hands.

“Wait, Toge hasn’t dated anyone? Still?” I can’t believe it. “But he’s so… so… Toge,” I struggle to find the right words to describe the sweet human. I’ve known him all my life, but I still have never been able to sum up all the lovely things I have to say about him. I can hear my heart beating so loud in my ears, almost drowning out everything else, but I focus on the waves of sound flowing out of Maki and Kugisaki’s mouths. “Wow ok… This is a lot to take in,” I place my forehead into one of my palms, relishing in the thought of him talking about me with adoration.

“Hey, at least now you know Toge cares about you a lot. That’s gotta count for something,” Maki comforts me, awkwardly placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s true,” I smile at them gratefully. “Oh, it sounds like people are leaving?” I tell them as a flurry of goodbyes begin circulating.

“Oh shoot! They’re probably eating all our candy!” Kugisaki turns red with anger, grabbing Maki’s hand and pulling her back into the Inumaki residence. I chuckle at the girls disrupting the usual peace of the home, following after them.

When we return, sure enough, the boys are joking and eating candy. “You started eating candy without us?!” Kugisaki explodes on them and Maki gives Itadori a hard clap on the side of his head.

“Hey! It was Panda’s idea!” Itadori defends himself.

“No way! It was totally Megumi!” Panda denies.

Fushiguro rolls his eyes and gives an exasperated sigh, “As if! You’re all basically feral.”

“I guess being feral has its rewards if it means I get to eat more candy than Nobara and Maki!” Okkotsu chuckles. “Sorry, Jun,” he smiles at me warmly.

I inspect the table and decide which candy to take. As I’m bending down to grab a mango Hi Chew, I feel Toge take my hand and gently pull me to sit down next to him. He eyes the candy in my hand and tugs his scarf down. I tut my tongue, “Toge, if you wanted this piece you should’ve just grabbed it for yourself. I was literally just gone for like twenty minutes!”

He shakes his head, “Okaka.” I glare at him as I unwrap the candy for him and reach out to place it in the palm of his hand. “Okaka,” he shakes his head again.

“Just take it!” I cry out, looking at him in exasperation. He shoots back an equally as intense look, eyes narrowed, challenging me. I’m the first to concede, and I feed him the Hi Chew. After I place it in the happy boy’s mouth, he narrowly misses my fingers as he clacks his teeth together. “Did you just try to bite me?” I feign shock.

“Okaka.” He looks at me innocently. I give him another look of annoyance then grab a grape Hi Chew, knowing it’s his least favorite flavor. As soon as I finish unwrapping the candy, Toge leans down and takes it out of my hand with his mouth.

“Are you serious! You don’t even like grape!” I clap him on the back hard, trying to get him to spit out the candy, but he’s just so stubborn.

“Jeez, don’t make him choke,” Panda intervenes. Toge smiles at him gratefully, as if I’m the one acting like a menace here.

Once Toge is done with this piece of Hi Chew, I look at him cautiously. “Is it ok if I eat candy now?”

“Okaka.” Negatory. Then, he has the nerve to reach over to the table and grab another piece of Hi Chew. He unwraps it slowly, making sure I’m watching his every move. “Salmon!” He exclaims, gleefully and quite aggressively shoving the Hi Chew into my mouth. I try to protest at his act of violence, but he wags his finger at me, “Takana.” So, the fool doesn’t want me to choke but is more than happy to shove candy in my mouth? Great. I sit back into the couch crossing my arms, dejected.

Toge reaches and grabs another piece at the table, then extends it out to me as a peace offering. I raise my eyebrow at him. “Shake,” he assures me that I can trust him this time. I sit up and just as I’m about to grab it, he raises his arm and pulls the candy away from me.

“You big old filthy liar!” I mutter under my breath as I leap up, reaching for the candy. He leans back, and I shove his shoulder down into the couch hard as I try to crawl over him to reach it, planting my shins firmly on each side of his torso. He holds me back by my shoulder with his other hand so the candy is just out of my reach, but I’m about to taste sweet victory when I hear Itadori loudly clear his throat.

“So uh, we’re all gonna head out. You guys have fun!” With that, Itadori and all the others flee the room unbelievably quickly. As they sprint down the hall, I hear echoes of, “It was nice meeting you!”

I look at Toge cluelessly, confused why his friends left so fast. “Are they usually like that?”

He simply shrugs. “Shake,” he sighs.

Taking advantage of the distraction and his loosened grip, I grab the candy. “Haha, gotcha!” I rejoice. He pretends to act shocked and upset. “Togeeeee,” I whine, “I can’t believe you let me win. That’s so boring.” He shrugs and sits back up I unwrap the candy and happily plop it into my mouth. I’m facing him and sitting on his shins, his legs between my thighs and his feet up on the couch behind me. My mind wanders to what Kugisaki and Maki talked to me about.

“Toge,” I start, his violet eyes meet mine inquisitively, sensing my shift in tone. “Remember when we were kids and you used to kiss me all the time?”

“Shake,” he nods his head, urging me to continue as blush spreads across his face. He reaches up to pull his scarf back over his face meekly, but I lightly reach out and brush his fingers with mine. Still looking bashful, he allows me to continue to gaze upon his perfect lips and jaw, not to mention the delicate seals on each side of his mouth which filled me with such comfort.

“You used to kiss my hands because you thought it would stop them from breaking things… It didn’t work all the time, but sometimes,” I pause, hesitant to share too much. He takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers, and presses his lips to my knuckle the same way he used to, holding my hand to his lips for a few seconds as his eyes flutter closed thoughtfully. I can feel my face burning and my heart is pounding in my ears so loud.

I wrap my arms around the back of his neck lean over so my lips are next to his ear, hoping he can’t feel the heat radiating from my face. I’m scared of looking at him while I admit this, but he wraps his arms around my waist comfortingly and it soothes me. “Maybe it didn’t work when we were kids, but when I practice jujutsu now, I still think about it. And it helps, a lot. I’ve tried so many other things, but thinking about you makes me feel most like I’m in control. I think about you all the time… I just can’t get you out of my head.”

He keeps holding me for a second, then he pulls back and places his hands on my cheeks, his thumbs tracing my cheekbones. His eyes are round and he has a soft expression as he looks at me, smiling. He looks at me to make sure I can see his lips as he mouths a sentence to me, ‘I don’t think we were ever meant to be apart.’ I nod, his whisper reverberating in my ears, hanging on to every syllable I see spill from his pretty mouth. ‘They told us we got too old to kiss each other, but I never stopped wanting to.’

He guides my face to his, gently placing kisses upon kisses across my forehead, temples, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and chin. I giggle and he stops to admire me before he continues. He looks at me as if he won’t ever get enough, and he kisses my face like he’s making up for the past decade and a half. His hands slide down my shoulders, down my arms, and then to my hands, touching me so gently and affectionately. He looks up at me as he carefully kisses each of my knuckles. I’m aching for him to kiss my lips, but somehow him performing the ritual he practiced when we were kids feels far more intimate than I could imagine any kiss on the lips feeling. I feel the sting of tears well up in my eyes at how sweet he is, and guilt bubbles up inside of me for how I’ve acted.

“I’m sorry I didn’t visit or text more,” I apologize. “I thought… If I was around you that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from falling in love with you.” He chuckles, still holding my hands firmly. “But the truth is that I’ve been falling in love with you all along regardless.” My tears spill over on my cheeks and Toge’s thumbs are right there to softly wipe away my tears.

“Okaka,” he looks at me sincerely and his sad eyes tell me he wants me to stop crying because I don’t need to apologize. He repeats the ritual of kissing me all over my face again until my tears subside. “Shake?”

“Better now,” I nod, taking a deep breath.

He looks at me with intent, and I start reading his lips again, ‘No matter how far away you’ve been, you’ve always had my heart.’ He takes his pointer finger and makes an ‘x’ over his heart just like we did when we were kids, when we promised we’d always be best friends. I take my pointer finger and repeat the gesture back to him. It feels like my soul is on fire, I’ve never felt more alive. He pulls me in for a hug, holding my head against his chest so I can hear his heart beat clearly. It’s beating really fast, and he knows that I can tell. But he’s not afraid of me knowing, it’s as if he needs me to listen to his heart to hear the devotion he has for me. He hums quietly as he holds me, filling my head with a symphony of sound. Wrapped up in his embrace and vibration, it feels like we’re the only two people in the world.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” I sigh.

“Okaka,” he murmurs.

“Why not?” I pull back to look up at him, but he only lets me move far enough that our bodies are still pressed together.

I make out his whisper over his beating heart, ‘Because then I’d never get to do this.’ He brings his face near mine, resting the curve between his thumb and pointer finger on my jaw. His face stops a few millimeters short of mine and I can feel his breath on my lips as I gaze into the world of his violet eyes. Then, his lips meet mine, kissing me with fervor, pulling me back in as close as the molecular structure of our bodies allows.

The kiss is intense, like if he had kissed me a moment later he might have died. He moves his lips against mine firmly, occasionally licking and biting my bottom lip. His lips are soft and move with confidence and grace. We’re both gasping for air, but it feels more like we need to kiss each other to survive than we need to breathe. I guess it never mattered how much time I spend away or near him, because in this moment I am certain that I will never ever get enough of him.

In the midst of our longing kiss, Toge murmurs against my lips, ‘I love you.’ He pulls back when my mouth spreads into a wide grin.

“You love me,” I repeat back to him and he nods his head resolutely, still looking at me as if he’s trying to memorize my every feature and micro-expression. “And I love you,” I whisper back to him. He pulls me in for another kiss, letting his weight fall back on the couch, making me giggle as I crash on top of him. He keeps kissing me while I giggle, as if he’s done nothing and this was the way we’ve always been. And, in a way, maybe we always have been like this: Tangled up in love and meant to be inseparable.

#inumaki toge #toge inumaki #jjk fanfiction #inumaki #inumaki fanfiction #inumaki toge fanfiction #toge x oc #inumaki x oc

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mikeellee · 2 years

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So reading some good posta about villains in MHA and in general...I come to conclusion people who said "I stan villain" don't get the whole thing about a villain doing evil shit.

Take Poison Ivy for example, her goal- in one of comic issues- was to kill all mankind and even make a point in saying how humans ara parasyte killing Earth...

And of course, some fans say "huh, she has a point"

(Yes, it is fiction. No, Poison Ivy isn't real. But people who say things like that are a bit sus to me)

1) it disregards how mankind can live in harmony with mother nature. The indigenous do it. Poison Ivy saying otherwise and being seeing as girlboss is not a good take

2) the risks to nature, the polution and whatnot, won't come from Bob throwing a bag in the floor. It's big companies who throw garbage and toxic waste in oceans without care.

And I know that when reading about such injustice in real life...the idea of "what if someone could do smth about it" seems appealing.

But Poison Ivy is a villain who hates humans. Her actions aren't ever right...bc she is a villain.

The same can be said to Magneto. Yes, he has a tragic past but ...he murders people, he sees mankind as low bellow dirty.

Now, onto to Shiggy and LoV.

Shiggy is compared a lot with Hawks...and such comparassion is so superficial.

1) yes both have "bad fathers"

2) both were taken by "evil" forces

3) both kill.

But Hawks has more agency and personality than Shiggy. He is not a killint machine waiting for his master to say "who is the next victim"

Hawks's dad...while not sure if he had a name- let alone a motivation- was a villain. Kotaro had a reason to be like this. To excusing, just saying there's an background for his acts.

Shiggy is AFO's puppet doll since day 1. Destroy all and hate heroes is AFO drilling in his mind, and no, Shiggy never stoppped to think if it is right or shoe remorse.

"But shiggy has a sad background"

Ok, so is Izu, so is Shoto, so is Ayama, so is Ochako( her parents are facing poverty but we dont know the details) therefore, are they allowed to murder too?

A sad past may explain some actions...but it is nit a free pass.

Plus, even if it did...Shiggy never reach anyone. Izu can't read minds. And he shouldn't be doing the emotional labour here.

Says someone who wants to see Shiggy saved...the canon is shit.

"And how we see this wrong?"

By saying shiggy's killings have a high meaning. By think LoV represent something deeper. Ask yourself this, in canon, have you see Shiggy ever try to help or understand someone else?

If Shiggy is to be this "protector of minorities" why he never interact with one?

And when people say shiggy murdering heroes is for the great good...when canon says otherwise, well, you are fan of canon shiggy then.

#hori is a bad writer #he cant make shiggy so white and black mentality and then boom time for izu save him #hori sucks as writer #tomura shiragaki #anti horikoshi #shigaraki tomura

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Road96: Shandara’s Land (16)

Fandom: Road96

Rated M for Language and Violence.

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“They worshipped Cassiopeia?” Everyone looks at Anna, confused.

“Yes. They must have regarded her as a deity. To the Shandarians, the stars were deities who protected them. Every important monument in the city was built according to the position of the mirror of the constellation Cassiopeia. The library, the gardens... Only the Tower remains.” said Anna.

“The Tower heh? It seems pretty simple to me to find big as it should be.” said John.

“Let me remind you that the other two were just as big and yet they were very deep underground...” said Stan.

“So, what's the plan now?” ask Jarod, smoking.

“I need more time to locate the Tower. The text we found at the library were quite unreadable. In addition, there’s symbols I've never seen before.” replied Anna.

“So, I guess it's free quarter until you find something then? Cool! It's going to be good to rest!” said Alex.

“Yes... A little rest will do everyone good... How much time do you need?

“Well, it will depend...2 days...3 days...i don’t know.” said Anna

“Take all the time you need, don’t push yourself.” Said Mitch.

Everyone went their separate ways into the hideout. Anna went back to her room to work, but the more time passed, the harder it was for her to concentrate, many things were on her mind. Good and bad. Memories especially. She put down her notebook and glanced at the pendant around her neck. If only Claire was there...No. It’s not the right moment to be emotive. She needs to stay strong. She has to...

“Stay strong Anna, stay strong. That’s what she would say.”

She then tries to concentrate again. But in vain. She definitively needs to take a break. She got up, stretched, and left the room to go to the terrace upstairs. A breath of fresh air will do her the best. She leans against the rails, looking at the sky. It was fully clear, stars shining brightly. As she enjoys the view, she heard footsteps. When she looks around, she saw Jarod, his cigarette on mouth, smoking.

“Oh...you scared me” she said chuckling.

“I know. Sorry, it's an old habit. A bad one, even.” responds Jarod.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” Anna replied as she looks at the sky again as he walks next to her. Jarod takes a blow and spill smoke.

“You can't concentrate, I guess.” he said calmly.

“How...” she starts.

“It can be seen on your face.”

“...Yes. It’s hard sometimes to stay focused on my work.”

“Don’t push yourself...And don’t rush things...it can’t be good for you.”

“Haha, I feel like I hear my dad sometimes. He's always the type to take his time. My mother is the complete opposite. I guess I got that from her.”

“Do your parents still live in your home country?”

“No... they live in another country. They...needed some new landscapes to look at. Hey...can I ask you something?” replied Anna, looking at him.

“Sure...go on.” said Jarod.

“Why...why did you save me at the National day?”

Jarod was silent for a few moments. That was a very good question... Why did you help him that day? They didn't know each other; they didn't have anything in common... He could have just left her alone. And yet something had driven him to come and help her. And yet... He had protected him. Make sure she's safe... as he would have done for...

“You remind me of my daughter.” said Jarod after a few seconds of pure silence.

“You have a daughter?” said Anna.

“I had. She died when the peak fell in 1986. She was only 16 years old...”

“Oh...I'm...I'm sorry. What was her name?”

“Lola...She was passionate about dinosaurs. She wanted to be a palaeontologist, so she studied everything she could about dinosaurs... But her biology teacher, Bob Winters, recruited her into the Black Brigade... I tried to take her out of it... But it didn't work.”

“Your wife must have been devastated... I hope she was able to get over it...”

“She’s dead too. Pauline was sick. And nothing could cure her. She passed away when Lola was 6. Since then, I've raised her on my own. As best I could.”

“I... I see...”

“In a sense... I felt like I had a second chance. Even though it wasn't my daughter that I saved, I felt like I was seeing her again... by seeing you. Your passion for history is as strong as her was for dinosaurs.”

Anna smiled as she looked up at the starry sky. But she felt sad for Jarod. He had everything to be happy... And he lost everything. She doesn't know what he did next, but all she sees is a man trying to make amends. It just goes to show that no one is condemned.... One can always be saved. One way or another. But the most incredible thing about it all... It's that with the loss of his wife and daughter... Jarod is still here. Didn't he try to end his life once? Certainly. But maybe someone stopped him from doing such a stupid thing? Who knows?

"I see. I wish I could have met her. I'm sure we could have learned from each other...” Anna said, looking up at the sky.

“Yes, me too. The two of you would have gotten along well.” said Jarod. “By the way...that pendant around your neck...”

“Oh! It’s a gift. And it’s quite precious for me. I’ll never part with it until my last breath on earth.”

“I see.”

The two of them looked at the sky again without saying a word. The stars shone with grace and beauty, like celestial diamonds. And among these stars, if one has any belief in this subject, may be the deceased. It's a bit silly, but it's a way of comforting yourself for a lot of people. To know that even if physically, those you love are no longer there... they are always present in one way or another.

And to know that they see us, that they observe us, that they take us in a certain way.... It's comforting. It can be anyone. A mother, a father, grandparents, friends...

“The sky is really beautiful tonight...” said Anna.

“Yes...it is.” replied Jarod.

Or it can be a child, a brother...

Or a sister.

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(Hey. Long time no see! First, I wish you all a Happy New Year and hope that it has started well for you! Sorry for all this time where I didn't publish anything, I wasn't in the mood at all to write, between the work that was taking my head and everything else, I really needed to take a breather for a while. But it gets better! I got away enough from the screen and writing to breathe a little! Now it's time to get back to work! I hope you’ll like it like the other ones! Feel free to tell me what you think about it! Have a great weekend to you all! See ya!)

#road 96 #road 96 game #mitch sanchez #sonya sanchez #stan sanchez #stan and mitch #john road 96 #john ursus #jarod road 96 #jarod #fanny road 96 #alex #road 96 alex #alex kim #sonya sanchez road96 #sonya road96 #stan and mitch road96 #road 96 fanfiction

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An essay on regrets, of which I've had too many.

I spend a lot of time – perhaps too much time – thinking about mistakes I’ve made in my life. The honest mistakes I can forgive; it’s the mistakes of character than I cannot let go.

The earliest one I can remember – and the one that gnaws at my conscience the most – occurred in elementary school. I was walking down a hallway with a friend when Beth, a gangly, freckled redhead with a short bob haircut, was walking towards us. My friend started called Beth “Godzilla” and pressed himself against the wall as he passed her. Me, being a total jackass, did the same. Later in class, our teacher said that Beth was in the office, crying. She told us about how it was tough for Beth because her mother had passed, that she and her dad were just getting by, that Beth often had to make her own clothes. I’ve been walking on this planet more years than I care to reveal, and I can tell you without a doubt I never felt so small in my life.

Looking back at this episode I’m appalled at my gall to judge someone else’s beauty. Who the hell am I? Cary Grant? Brad Pitt? Oh, hell no. I’m reminded of the lyric from the Sparks song Johnny Delusional: “Some might find me borderline attractive from afar

But afar is not where I can stay and there you are.”

Is being thick headed at times a character flaw? Surely a lack of courage is, and also, I think, not being in tune with those around you. My next big regret was not being alert to the feelings of a girl, Samantha Wilson, in junior high school. We sat together in the back of math class, talking when the teacher wasn’t looking, passing notes, having a laugh, and, occasionally, I’d help her with math problems. What I didn’t notice, and didn’t realize until decades later, was that she “liked” me in that junior high school way of early romance. I liked her too but was too afraid to say anything. And so we sat, side by side, each in a state of what we thought was unrequited love.

I have many other regrets – not studying harder (or at all) in school, taking way too long to finally go to college, not asking the Army recruiter about journalism jobs (picking military police instead, leading to yet another regret – being a terrible MP), and, well, too many others to mention.

So many cases of “would’ve, could’ve, should’ve,” what comedian Gary Gulman calls the Holy Trinity of Regret.

So, what to do with all of this regret? Well, I’m trying to do what pro football players do after losing a game – look at the film, analyze the mistakes, and try not to repeat them.

When we first see a person, all of us make snap judgments regarding their physical appearance. We make judgments about their looks, whether they appear to be someone of means – in short, whether they would be a good mate (in the reproductive sense of the word). That’s buried in our genetic code. But after that quick evaluation, we need to look deeper, or at least I do. You might be doing that already, being of better character than me. The world is rich in differences of appearance, and I should try to marvel at that, rather than being a boorish judge of looks.

As a professional wordsmith, I need to remember that words are powerful tools that should build someone up, rather being used as a weapon of thoughtless, cruel abuse. I am a craftsman of words and, if I may paraphrase Stan Lee’s Spiderman, with great power comes great responsibility.

In short, I’m trying – perhaps not always succeeding – to be a better person.

I’m also trying to be thankful of where this meandering path through life has led me. I’m in a very happy place. I have a wife whom I adore – which I will tell to anyone who stands still long enough for me to do so. The two of us have three lovely daughters and six great grandchildren. Despite all the regrets, would I change anything that could result in losing that? No, of course not.

For my family and friends, perhaps I should embrace the Edith Piaf song “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien.”

Non, je ne regrette rien (no, I regret nothing)

Car ma vie, car mes joies (because my life, because my joy)

Aujourd’hui ca commence avec toi (today it begins with you)

For your listening pleasure, Edith Piaf and Sparks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ixdvm8-MdUs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCxLpte5loY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5jtqCo43WM

#Regret #Sparks #EdithPiaf #kindness

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And I believe my husband is guessing that the name is Malika and that is correct that is the female pharaoh and it's the wife of Tutankhamun... And Daniel Webster was Alan Cromwell and that was my husband's uncle and it's not a brother of his dad it's a brother of his granddaddy dhwb and he's schwartzkopf and he's buried in West point

They may call me Monday to Massachusetts I don't know if I'll show up and representing three other lawsuits and presenting a pretty good one today where they let my husband go lay them off and they didn't give a reason except someone else is taking his job which is not really good enough to lay someone off I think.

Nefertiti

I looked at it we have a case. You can't lay someone off for no reason at all except someone else is taking your job over because of coming off another job we were hiding as the permanent estimator and they suck for doing it and did it on purpose to bother you and to move you around but we looked and the witnesses all say and under oath and they've been questioning about it and by the law enforcement we're investigating Aaron Mike and they're doing a large investigation and started a year ago and it is not Biden who instigated it it's local law enforcement they said you laid them off with no reason and also they heard he has a huge number of robots millions of octillions and they're in jeopardy but Tommy f they went to work. Now I see how big it is and that the fool is probably an idiot so it's on they say and both of them suck real bad. He sucks for pushing it but he has to but we need those cops as witnesses and for their information as a matter of fact I'm going to call them and ask them if they do testimony they don't have to but we can send subpoenas and I like them to go voluntarily. It's not much of a case it's just about future earnings unemployment and that kind of thing and proper notification they gave him one week when if you're laying someone off and it's for a reason like displacement then you have to give them a month and that's California law and told me like a few hundred bucks we got to sue them for millions because they did it on purpose and the police are saying it he's still an investigation and I'll have to see what they can release if anything but they say it'll help us because they're doing this investigation of this huge guy other people start doing it and they're starting to look into it now it's Colton California PD my son is laughing like crazy because they used to have the sheriff out there too and they're pretty big but the local PD is never really big so he's suggests that they liaison with the sheriff now is there sheriff handles terrorism and they are actually getting enlightened cuz they had some notes that said it and they're pretty big and you'll get attention cuz you're like waiting the point and they know it and need to know what you know just have to tickle him once a day so they go ahead and do it and it's going to work and they really need the help. It's not laughing cuz it's funny and yeah I'm Asian I guess it says I can draw a four-door Dodge if you like they said that's not necessary but fun that's a real Case by the way he did something very unscrupulous there. He also said Bob Marshall at O'Connor we'll see if he wants to press charges we know how we did it too it's messing with the computer and he was messing with a computer at Churchill and Banks and we know who he was. He was Robert Shaker and he was the one doing it and Kyle Lloyd is still around and is a witness and wants to go after him and we're going to use that as a unlawful termination and not notice and against the company too because Daniel didn't want it I'm going to send him a letter today

Is there a screwing with him in every job he did it back towel too he's messing with Stan and everybody else to mess with ghwb who's then a big wig in the government.

There's a huge number of people after him he's screwed. Is messing around with it as a hottest building Company and it was due to Essex building Company he knew how to screw around with them and he did it all day long and we have evidence and proof of him in the office doing it he did it cuz he doesn't like him cuz he knows how to estimate and he doesn't and he's a fool I'm going to make him pay for it I'm assuming for Uber company his idea he took took a lot of our son's ideas except the major offender so going after him pretty hard. And who does building Company he was several people and characters one of them came in as some sort of department of defense guy supposedly to investigate and he didn't get the job another guy came in for as a PM for like 2 weeks and was laid off then he was Bill London North Carolina and he sucked real bad and he was screwing around with her son the whole time encouragement to dump these stock and it was threatening him it's going to bring that to court too you haven't really done these cases but we're going to bring them all in now we need to attract their attention and we see what Katya equus is doing and it's the right thing she's an awesome woman and she's proving it and we have to at least do it she's doing our son says bigger it's going to be humongous. And Blake and Bud and others were abused by him and they were set up a little bit and 9/11 and had to remain silent and it was found out that he was one of the two Jets that was running some sort of AI controlling the people who were controlling the plane and that's right just like he's accusing everybody else of and he might have real huge facilities.

So I'm going to court with him and if it starts mouth and off and stuff I guess we'll just let him mouth off usually hangs himself

There's several abuses of lake Otis is messing with him with his ex-wife and you can see why he's messing with her all the time now and Blake wants revenge and he was messing with Tommy f wife and he's messing with her son and Nefertiti it's a huge a****** so we kind of doing all this and he's doing like 90% of it is this constant droning noisy piece of s*** is a huge huge loser too does it all the time day and night Cassandra wants to testify and we'll accept that and the police know what she was doing she's making notes and sending it to her dad and her dad was his son so she stopped doing it and said I couldn't find anything of value and she started sending it to someone else that's when Garth got involved and he saved a lot of people with it and the same Cassandra and that he's in on it 100%. So going after him very hard and we're suing for a ton of stuff ed a lot and we can talk to him about it if you'd like and he can hire his own lawyer and we're going with a team I'd like to do that because it has much better results and for our son and we need it now it's furthermore there's a huge number of things to say about it I'm going to bring suit for each one and he was laid off they did it correctly but they're kind of mean and he was mad and he did a lot of work and he's helping the company stand float and it was pushed around a lot and it's cuz that a****** Trump says I don't have any concrete proof right now but it's him and he does mind s*** and encourage Ken Baker to dump the stock threading people down there because he's having his guns and Graves and he's telling Jay muscle stuff and threatening his family they heard that they went ballistic on the guy they found out he's doing tons of stuff he found out he was going down deep too start cutting them off start a war he keeps on walking our sun around riding him around too much over exercising and over exerting him every way you look this is stupid a****** having him do that and we hate him for it okay we absolutely hate the guy if you're supporting him in these activities you're going to go down you can't stand it he's got a problem and he won't let it heal sister for hours trying to heal it and the guy sits on it he's a huge puke. It doesn't show any abuses him and he puts his stuff in the show talks about him and the show uses code and signs in the show we have to do some of the stuff get them going on it this way so that's the ride of the century. So Thor Freya came and talked to me and said we're missing something he said you could ride the living s*** out of him and we're not doing it so I looked at my notes and said he's violating all these laws and he has a lot of stuff and we need cover and we got like a three-way with foreigners as a fourth so he's going to what's wrong with it so now I see what it is he's sitting there breaking the law on every count with regards to your treatment. So we're going to swallow this day today you guys already ruined out there in the field

Bitol and Goddess Wife

John remillard the insane Trump has stopped by Tommy f of course he's been shooting him in the head like once a day for 20 days of course he knows what he's gotten what he's doing. His sits there no he doesn't it's like a f****** complete idiot. He doesn't have all the codes he doesn't have the way into all of them he's only been into about 1/8 of the last and it's not that much it's less it's probably about 200,000 octillion which is a small portion of it seems like a lot to him but it's a small portion so we're going after it we're going after his factories too we've taken several of them they can't figure out where they are attorney one of those huge cloning facilities into a factory and that's for electric company motorcycles electric Company. We're moving on his stuff that is we're moving on Trump's stuff and the robots and we're doing it right now tons of them those people don't know about all of them and there's a huge rush to it.

He's still bringing idiots out there into Arizona and the movie is coming out shortly and he's the idiot on the motorcycle and he took it from Randall text Cobb and it's actually our son's motorcycle and he wants it back it's the rm 100

And we're going to help and he's calling Hera's father and she's calling her mother. It's the God Suzuki and Goddess Suzuki. This state they will help now is it going to get it back and that he's out there getting creamed it should be John crema Lord. And no we're not Korean but thank you again. And there's probably another 400,000 artillion out there about 1 million are gone no it's about 500,000 artillion dead and half of my trumpsters yes now they're in fighting like mad while they're going and it's all over the radio it's these people. And it's Tommy f and mac daddy there too LOL all three Suzuki god and goddess say.

For making tons and tons and tons of these motorcycles we have huge orders and yeah we're not meeting him and we need giant numbers of personnel I see about it too with each bats that go out with it so we have this 30 by 30 by 40 it's old I would bring it up tonight or outfitting it now and we're going to put equipment in it most of it and it'll be able to pump out like 400 octillion a day which is a ton of advice that's more than anybody's factory on Earth and it'll set the staple we have these huge factories and we know what to do with the other ones it's going to be massive we're going to pull the other ones out for nights and White satin two massive ones and all the other ones for but at 400 artillion today we're going to meet demand for time till we become more famous then we'll probably be in a creek again no it's a gigantic number and it makes all sorts of bikes now and we're going to start up the chopper company and probably in California it's less hot and everybody will be involved in it's his country but the guys agree it's way too hot out there hot. We've got 15,000 octillion a minute coming out there I mean come on it's really bad. We're down in the shop anyways making the prototypes they haven't done by today and he says it be nice time for a ride up the coast with them, all of us too so they're all coming in now they get the gig and why up through San Luis Obispo to the newspaper guy remember all the code this is intense you have a little race up that spiral mountain that they kept calling the English language mountain and really we're probably going to go near where the light cycle movie was made to get up there and we'll go over the Golden gate this is going to be awesome it's quite a show too those bikes are real loud really cool looking and we could go to a bunch of bars and leave our card tonight we'll be ready earlier it's only 11:30 here roughly and we're going to have them ready wow he says yeah we're pretty quick and the computer makes the mold. It makes them all for everything else that fits no but pretty close we could do it that way don't want to we physically check it everything is going to fit and it's going to run I've almost finished yours so everybody's hauling ass with a different version for a different countries okay this is going to be great it's going to be like 4,000 bikes so we got to do something. March of dimes and we know which one accepts it March of dimes does so we're going to try them first and this a few others if they don't but I think they will on the phone with them now and they're saying great this has been done before and how are you raising money and we say we're going up the coast it's a charity run we're going to get sponsors and usually there are people who want to support the company they want to be associated with it restaurants bars some alcohol companies apparel companies so he goes ahead and says well that's terrific he says put me in for March of dimes. Let me say we can't we're going to confirming to you but it will be on all the literature if approves any of those good accepted he did say that way too. We have a couple of companies that are already sponsoring it and one is some company that makes candy and there's another one that makes a soda and he knows that they're pretty big so he thought we were famous and we sort of have names but they're not real famous but we do build it correctly and he knows who it is sort of so he's accepting and we're going to send him a big fat check and it's a great way to do it you said you make the whole thing March of dimes off and down okay have to go up and down then have a March of dimes closing ceremony and party in the middle of the night if we get back there tonight so probably will usually only takes a few hours up and back and we saw at restaurants who are sponsoring it you're getting calls now there's tons of them but we can stop at tons of them and we're going to be riding their brand new bikes that'll be going into manufacturing tonight

Thor Freya

I do get the idea to pull up a few old robot factories I'm going to be building the choppers out of them some of the equipment is there scanned it and it'll work

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cool-but-no-bro · 4 years

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I don’t know about anyone else but Bob is my only source of serotonin and I can’t believe I have to wait another week to see her.

#pirates of leviathan #bob!#d20 #i love her #yes rat dad is good alternative source #but bob has stolen my soul and become my living dream #a decision I don't regret #I'd be six feet under and still stan bob #she so sweet #I imagine that she's short #also when she sang???#I had to sit down because I wasn't prepared for that #it was so beautiful #honestly that old dude was a big mood #if I die when hearing her #i'll be happy #that's the ideal death #i don't want a pirate's life #just hanging in the general area with trixie and bob

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bad4amficideas · 3 years

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I'm... thE BAT??!!... imagine

Note: English is not my language, so I hope you will be understanding of any flaws you find.

As if was's not weird enough waking up as a newborn baby, waking up as a baby being adopted by Thomas and Martha Wayne because your was-supossed-to-be older brother Bruce died of complications from the birth which left Martha unable to have more children. What the actual fuck people? Actually with the physical blow it was enough to make a baby cry from the shock. There are someones who take their work very seriously.

SO... Congratulations and condolences my dear Reader, you are the new and only one Wayne family treasure.

Timeskip to the alley of pearls (of blood and nacre) and horrors. No, you weren't hallucinating these last few years. Horrible second realization (or third or fourth I lost count if we count that you have reincarnated in a world city full of sociopaths and your new totally lovely and nice parents have just died). Batman, key piece of the dcverse, does not exist! ... or kinda... wAiT must be you?? because you has been assuming their role...

But.. What role is that??? Has anyone stopped to count how many times Batman has been rewritten and reinvented ??? anyone remember anymore Philip Wayne??? Joker is Anonymous or Jerome, Jeremiah or Jack or Arthur... no no, don't you say, now it's Alfred or James Gordon or Lucius, right?

Reader aka you spend the next few years of childhood receiving an elite education (so can fly away they say to themselves) and although have not yet decided whether to own the Bat Signal, being a youngling in Gotham with the corresponding paranoia that creates (hey! even an older couple of ultra famous and rich dudes can get killed in a fucking ALLEY), plus psycopaths likes the Joker and the "It's raining meAliens" times coming over the horizon are good motivators when it comes to training and studying, at least for one OWN life when you're not the natural born genius Bruce Wayne.

Alfred thinks their poor protegee have an overflowing imagination (and he's somewhat, very concerned with their "what if? motivations" Reader thinks their poor second? Third? dad, has luck not knowing half of them are going to actually happen in a decade...)

Skip again, successor of the Wayne family decides to take a year off to "ponder" on what to study in their future (with dad blessing and callings you swear!!)... actually running from the idea of become the Beacon of Hope of Gotham aaaaand or buuuut because run away when Reader is almost ready to take the cape is a -10 Luck stat modifier they just head ending in moar training with The League of Assassins (blame my 4am fantasies with dark! Qui-Gon Jinn) where both father and daughter end up very, very, very obsessed with them, like as with Bruce, they want Reader to stay, but for reasons more... reasons. Fortunately. This reader may not be the Ruler of Detectives. But IT IS the Ruler among Paranoids and the ImageTrope of the CrazyPrepared ones even best fitting that Batman. So at the end Reader got away and puts up enough obstacles so that they cannot run off to follow them.

Also, tangentially Reader thinks if must keep the original alias or maybe something like HeBat/SheBat/TheyBat/FaeBat/BatHuman/BatPerson/Batlord/Batlady/BatLory/BatNoble/LordBat/LadyBat/LoryBat/NobleBat/BatKnight/BatItried so as not to be stepping on names and honor their new fam... like do they have to follow the bat theme? why not a squirrel? is it also like a rat and like someones have somelike wings whatabour BlackWingedSquirrelPerson? FlyingMice? (Reader was in the middle of an anxiety crisis there, excuse them)

At this point Reader has their photo next to the definition of "actor/actress" and "anxiety". Because, oh in Heavens Stan Lee... eeeep, I mean, in Earthlands Scott Snyder, Bob Kane & Bill Finger... WHAT THE HELL IS THAT OF A CIRCUS ACCIDENT WITHOUT SURVIVORS, WHERE IS OUR BIRD. WE READERS COUNT THE TIME. THIS SHOULD NOT HAVE HAPPENED, PLUS THE FU**ING NEWSPAPER SAID TWO WEEKS TO THE CIRCUS GO FOR STAGING IN GOTHAM.

Reader search endlessly for their boy wonder, wonder boy while defeating crime. The antihero form has it somewhat easier than the original Batman, simply because was already prepared for everything and more (ie never had problems with Scarecrow or Poison Ivy because their suit was prepared against them and has kinda antidotes from the beginning)

Sadly they finds sooner a little and starved thug destroying their car (has no heart to call it batmobile) than the future leader of the Teen Titans. So Jason Todd becomes the first Robin. Usual canonical things proceeds excepts... In my 4am fantasy, here Reader actually, YES, they kills the Joker after Jason death and it's Tim Blake who gets them out of the "I fuck it up Bruce-sensei, don't hate me, I fuck canon twice dishonor on me, how, How I could, Dick Bruce, Dick and now there is blood and Jay and..." because this is no time to doubt yourself when the Court of Owls is in action, there are Talons (2 in particular) everywhere and Gotham is messed and scared of their Hope aka Reader btw... (Oh, but Harley is BFF now).

Based on threats and letters, the JL may or may not have been formed, without a Reader who is not Batman and has the training room soundproof to be able to scream their heart free because, people, imagine being them (and not batman).

And timeskip again, same shit in the darkness, antiheroself gets again better light, while in their civilian life Reader works Tim's and more people adoption and tries to encourage his wits and genius while keeping him away from coffee (uhoh thats soda or monster energy? Was that even canon anyway?), everyone's flirts Wayne Enterprises Head (Reader has decided is Tim heirloom because they sucks with such things), hell, even marriage proposals, including the Al Ghul formal proposal to their civilsona! And a certain handsome hotel heir Ric Powers, son of a couple Joseph and Maria Powers (whom Reader is sure should know but refuses -Ric not the Powers-) and as young man who does not stop conforting, stalking and flirting and whatever he can think with them so get their attention (basically zero personal space) although Reader insists they could be their older sibling.

Also Ra's resurrects Jason to use him as a lever against Reader (luckily or not, there was no Red Hood reborn madness here).

And Tim is bringing moar kids, like YeS!?? But, wHy???!! Reader thanks all deities their worst enemy is the Court and they are not a JLA member because Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!

And of course, when everything seems to improve and settle... boom! Batfamily from an alternate world (thank God they are not Batman ThatLaughts or BlackSuperman or a yandere or villain version or something like that), someone give Reader vacation, "I'm the Bat, not fucking Batman!" (their mental cachphrase yes so no overwork)

#earth 1t8 #yandere nightwing x reader #yandere red robin x reader #yandere red hood x reader #yandere robin x reader #yandere ras al ghul x reader #yandere dick grayson x reader #yandere tim drake x reader #yandere jason todd x reader #yandere damian wayne x reader #yandere bruce wayne x reader #yandere batman x reader #yandere dc x reader #yandere x reader #yandere dc #👾.txt

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