#i threw this together as fast as possible so i would have something to post

[the-shrimp-alchemist]

that feel when u burn ur house down and pretend not to be sad about it

#fullmetal alchemist #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #edward elric #alphonse elric #winry rockbell #october 3rd #uhh #shrimp art #doodles #i threw this together as fast as possible so i would have something to post #i have like. zero patience for drawing rn lol. if there are any mistakes im sorry both to you and myself #also ed looks taller than winry here but it's only bc his boots. it's okay. #comic

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hola, chica bella 💛

Here to ask for the part 2 of Believe what you want because I need it already ✨️🫠 byebye 💙

The fact you knew already that I was posting it and you requested part II even before it was out🤭🥹🫶🏼.

For this one you should listen: What I Put You Through - Connor Maynard

Part 1 here Happy version

Believe What You Want (2) -P.G8

(Angsty version)

Summary: After realizing he fucked up, he tries his best to get you back

"I overheard them speaking that night at Fer's birthday. Victoria was going on about you and her, that your things with Y/N would end up soon... Those kind"

Pedri's mind was racing in fear and agony. "No" He whispered "Is there any possibility for Victoria to have made those burns in Y/N's skin?" "

"Well, it can be... She got out of the house around noon so..." Pedri's eyes clicked up like lightning all the dots were connecting by your side.

You were right. All this time you were.

He had been too stupid to realize that

"No" He whispered once more

"What's up, dude?"

"I fucked up bro. Big one"

...

"She doesn't answer me" Pedri said for the fifteen time in a row pacing around in his room

"And she won't answer to you" Fer said "I mean... I wouldn't answer you either"

Pedri had explained everything to the three guys in the room, Fer knowing a bit more thanks to you. And he knew that his younger brother loves you to death but he also knows that what he did, wasn't right.

"¡Joder! ¡Soy un puto idiota!" (Fuck! I'm an asshole!) Pedro yelled kicking a ball in his room crashing into one of your pictures together "No, joder... No" (No, shit... No) He hurried to pick up the picture and inspect it. It had one little scratch made from the glass, the scratch made in between the two of you.

He shook all the negative thoughts that were running in his head and changed the photo frame.

"Well, you've got to understand her" Adrián began speaking "All of this could be true and her boyfriend just choosed to not believe her"

"I did not just choose not to believe her"

"You basically did, bro" Fer hissed "I mean... If my girl tells me that I would do more than just talking with each girl separatedly"

"And not only that but you also told her your personal fights as a couple" Jesús said

"Because she's my best friend!"

"Hermano..." Fer started "That's meant to be something only for the two of you, not something for you, Victoria and Y/N" Fer shook his head "I mean... It's okay you ask someone else for an advice, like what to do or stuffs but not to rant because for that, you've your girl. The one who's in the relationship with you. The one who's with you in the goods and the bads" silence flowed into the room, Pedri's heart was beating incredibly fast "If you want her back, you need to fully work for it, Pedro. Words won't do half of the work you gotta do"

And that was it.

Pedri broke down, feeling already the loss of the love of his life not being next to him, this time a bit heavier than the past 7 days. He left you when you didn't do anything at all. He threw you and your relationship away without a good reason. Tears escaped his eyes and his breathing was erratic.

All of his thoughts were about you and imaginating a life without you in it, thanks to himself.

"I'll be back before midnight" Pedro said grabbing his phone, wallet and car keys

"Where are you going? Won't you even take a shower? You smell" Adrián said shaking his head

"He cometido un grave error con la chica que amo, en estos momentos oler bien o estar guapo es lo que menos me vale" (I've made a big mistake with the girl I love, right now I don't care if I smell or look good)

"Pedro" Fer called him before he got out of the room "Buena suerte, hermano" (Good luck, bro) Pedri for the first time ever, smiled a bit.

"Thank you"

He was going to work for your forgiveness. He will make you fall in love with him again. He will win your trust again. You'll be happy with him. You'll be with him. He was going to make sure that happen.

And for that, he needed answers.

...

"Yes, there was a (Hair color) girl, with (Type of Eyes), a bit short, she was pretty nice. Sad thing she got hurt" A boy behind the counter said hissing remembering the moment "Elianna went with her, she said it was pretty bad but nothing that some cream and care couldn't do"

"Is that girl here? Elianna?" Pedri asked hopeful

"She's on her lunch break right now" The guy answered "She has the whole shift... Is it important?"

"Yes, really important" Pedri said without a doubt

"I'll let her know. You can sit anywhere and if you want to have a drink you can tell me" Pedri nodded slowly walking away.

He didn't know how much time he was there until a redhaired girl walked up to him, he without thinking straight stood up

"My workmate said you were looking for me?"

"Are you Elianna?" She nods "I'm Pedro. I'm the boyfriend of the girl that was poured coffee all over her"

"How's she?" She asked after gasping a bit at the mention of you. "I hope she's better"

"Ah-yes, she is a bit better. Thank you for asking" Pedri nodded nervous "Can I ask you something?" The girl nodded "Who poured the coffee on her?"

"Some random girl, Y/N said the girl didn't liked her..."

"Could you maybe describe her?"

"Oh, sure!" Elianna nodded "She had long hair, brunette with blonde highlights, she used tight clothes and she wasn't as short as Y/N, she was a bit more taller, maybe just like you?"

That was exactly Victoria's description.

"She entered a few minutes before Y/N, after I gave her a box of cupcakes she just kind of ran away and then next thing I knew was that the same girl poured hot coffee on Y/N"

Pedri stood there taking in all the information

"She hasn't been here since that day" Pedri nods humming "However, Y/N has and I know for a fact that her boyfriend broke up with her thanks to his best friend" Pedri looked up at her, guilt filled over his body "Why are you behind her? She's been awful these past few days, she's recovering from your treatment, why the need of asking all of this, if you don't believe her?"

"Because I fucked up. I fucked up big time and I want to mend it"

"Wish you luck... You'll deserve it because if I was her, I wouldn't even give you the time of the day or spare you a single look" Pedri looked down in shame and regret "I need to go... You want to order something?" He shook his head

"Not feeling hungry at all" He murmured grabbing his wallet and pushing some money into the girl's hand

"You aren't ordering anything"

"For you... For the help, for the info. Thank you"

And with that Pedri stood up and left the cafeteria. As soon as his body met the Catalan air, he fought the need of crying his everything out. You were right, just like you always were.

"I shouldn't have just let it pass" He said crying to himself now in the calm of his car. "I should have done something" He lamented.

His phone lighted up with a notification he didn't care about, his focus remained on a photo from the two of you at one of his spots in Barcelona to calm down and relax.

"Please, mi niña. Tell me how to make things right, tell me it's not too late, just please..." he begged at nothing because you weren't there and you haven't been since 7 days ago.

And as reality was hitting him, he knew there could be a possibility of you not going into his life ever again. Leaving him for your own good while he was suffering.

Pedro picked up his phone and dialed his best friend Jesús's number.

"¿Aló?" (Hello?)

"You said you heard them speak that night at Fer's birthday, right? I need to know everything you heard and if you saw something too, I'm on my way to pick you up so we can talk"

"You're really working for Y/N?"

"I am" Pedri nodded "I fucked up and I'm trying to mend everything with her"

"I'm waiting for you, hermano and also..."

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"Good luck, you'll need it"

That phrase was starting to get on his nerves, he didn't liked how that sounded, because it seemed like even with all the effort he'll make, it'll not be enough to bring you back into his arms.

"Thanks bro"

...Two days later...

"Why?" Pedri said entering Victoria's house

"Hola Vic. ¿Cómo estas? ¿Qué tal va todo? Días sin verte" (Hi Vic. How are you? How's everything going? Long time not to see) She mockingly said with a smile but her smile was wipped off of her face when she saw Pedri's seriousness

"No estoy para juegos. Dime el por que has hecho eso" (I'm not in the mood for games. Tell me why you've done that)

"Done what?"

"¿Me estás tomando el pelo?" (Are you making fun of me?) Pedri hissed angry "Stop playing around and tell me... why you did all of that to Y/N?"

Victoria's face changed

"I didn't do anything"

"You did. Don't lie to me about anything because I know how things went now" Victoria's face changed

"What do you mean?"

"I know you poured hot coffee on her that day at the coffee, I know you've been telling her things behind my back about my relationship with her and stuffs, I know you poured her drink on yourself but made it look like it was her doing" Pedri shook his head not believing it "You faked things and like a fucking stupid I believed them, when the one I should've believed was my girlfriend! You damaged my relationship but I was the one breaking it for believing you, for believing my best friend"

"I let go the woman I'm in love with and it was all thanks to you because I never thought that my best friend, the one who has been besides me through my whole life could do such a thing and lie to me straight to my face!" Pedri's face was red and he never stopped to take a bit of air, he was fuming, he was angry and all he wanted to do was make Victoria disappear.

But most of all, all he wanted was to get you back.

"Those are lie-"

"If you even dare to say lie, I will pour the same drink Y/N was drinking that day at Fer's birthday, this time someone pouring it over you for real"

"She's making those things up!"

"She's making nothing up! I saw the video of the CCTV camera of the coffee shop, Jesús heard and saw the two of you at Fer's birthday and now that I connect dots, every single thing Y/N has told me, has sense now. And I hate the fact I couldn't see through it, I hate that I put my girlfriend's words in doubt all thanks to someone who didn't deserved a single look"

"Pedro, stop. You're hurting me"

"And don't you think you've hurted me before? You knew I was having troubles with her and all you wanted was to get her away from me. Why?" Nothing came out of Victoria's mouth

Your words came back to him and he blinked thrice, suddenly being brought back.

"Don't know" You sighed "As much as Victoria might love each and every single one of you, guys... I can assure you that what she said to me today and the way she said it, it wasn't a joke" You said "I'm a girl and I have a male best friend too. But I wouldn't say those kind of stuffs just as a friend or to see if she's worth and good for him" You shook your head "Es más, ni siquiera le diría algo de ese estilo a ella" (I wouldn't even tell her something like that)

"She likes you" You said after a few more seconds "And that's it"

"Can I ask you something and you answer me with the truth?" Pedri said with his heart on the edge, he waited and all he got was a simple and small nod from Victoria "Are you in love with me?"

A few seconds passed where Pedri's eyes never left Victoria's "Yes" She said softly "I am" Pedri felt the air being knocked out from his lungs "Pedrito"

"No" He shook his head looking away "No" Pedri's eyes grow watery, he couldn't believe it. Once again, you were right, his actions and words replaying in his head, the way he ignored your feelings, the way he treated you, everything was haunting him. "Don't call me Pedrito nor Pedro, Pedri, Pepi, nothing. Don't even call me, forget about me, you are not my best friend"

"Pedri, por favor, don't do this"

"No. I didn't do anything, you did it yourself. Best friends don't do what you did to me, if you truly loved me, you could've straight up tell me that not take it out on the girl I'm in love with"

"In love with? So in love you are, you did not believed a single thing from her"

"And that was my biggest mistake because I thought "Why on earth the girl that has been besides me since forever would do something to damage me or the ones I love?"" Pedri laughed ironically shaking his head "I was so wrong and I regret every single thing I did since I saw Y/N leave on Fer's birthday but guess what? I had the one I thought was my best friend besides me but I never did"

"You still have me"

"If I do, I don't care, the one I truly need isn't here" Pedri shook his head "But I did needed my best friend those seven days to tell me everything was going to be okay, that I could move on, that I was in the right and Y/N in the wrong, that I did good in breaking up with someone who could only do was lie but then I find everything out and I realized I was just a puppet in the side of your game and I fell for it"

"Don't say it like that"

"That's exactly what it was" Pedri shook his head "´Now, me disculpas pero me tengo que ir" (Excuse me but I've got to go)

"¿Y para dónde vas?" (Where are you going?)

"You shouldn't care about that, Victoria. Hope you have a good life" With that Pedri turned around and walked outside of her house when almost inside his car he heard her yell his name out

"Pedro!" He looked at her "I'm sorry"

Pedri joined his lips and nodded softly, lifting one of his hands giving her a wave before he got into the car and drove off to certain destination with a single intention.

...

"What do you mean she's not here?"

"She hasn't been here since like a week ago?" The older lady said with a smile "She said she'll come back tho"

"Do you know where she might be?"

"I don't, mijo. I'm so sorry" She looked at Pedro carefully "Is everything okay?"

"I need to know where she is so I can fix things between us" Pedro answered with a lump on his throat, his voice cracked a bit and he looked down at his shoes

The older lady sighed "I'm pretty sure you'll fix everything that may be happening with the two of you, son"

"I don't know, miss. I messed up really big this time"

"From what I've seen you love each other so much, I've never seen someone look at her in the way you do and vice versa, talking things out can be really helpfull instead of letting problems grow"

"The thing is I never let her talk and all I did was say things I shouldn't" Pedri shook his head

"You know? She's looking really pretty in those pictures, maybe you can start from there" A loud "Abuela" was heard as the older lady smiled looking over her shoulder

"What pictures?"

"Oh, you know... The ones you take, the ones you update, the ones people take, those pictures..." The woman was smiling softly "Don't let her go" And with that she left leaving Pedri sat in front of your doorstep

He was sat there analyzing the woman's words. Pictures? The ones you take? Update? People take? Pedri's mind ran 120km/h trying to guess what she meant of and after some minutes and what it felt a whole lifetime, he confused grabbed his phone and clicked on Instagram.

You liked it even more than Twitter or even Tiktok, Pedri remembered with a smile the moments where you would "fight", he; claiming Tiktok was better as you defended Instagram with your life

He typed your user with no reward, you blocked him. And it was no surprise at all but his heart still broke a little bit more when he couldn't find you.

He sighed closing his eyes and relying his head in your door, fighting the tears, it seemed like he only could do that in the past days, cry 'till he had no more tears inside of him, fight the urge to cry and feel his stomach fall to his feet. He hated feeling this way and he hated the way he must have put your through

He unlogged his session and went into his mother's, you couldn't have blocked her, could you? With shaky hands and blurry eyes he typed in your user and this time your profile was the first one to appear, the colorful circle around your picture meaning you had stories up.

While he was sad, you were in Venice with your friends and family, he recognized almost all of the faces in the pictures, all of them except one, a male's one.

That quickly catched his attention, that guy appeared in eight out of ten pictures and in all of them he was besides you. You even tagged him on one and Pedri's thumb directly went to his account.

One of the most recent post of the guy said: "I hate the fact that when I met my soulmate she had boiling coffee burns on her but I certainly don't hate the fact I got to meet you, baby!"

Pedri's stomach flipped, seeing your answers of "♥️🥰" made his head turn everywhere, in an instant he got up and headed towards the elevator in his mind only three things. His passport, Venice and you.

Due to some storms in Spain, he couldn't get out that same day and neither the next day, it was day three when he got into the plane and one day after he was in the same residence as you were.

He saw your brother and followed him, he felt like being on Matrix, he was making sure no one saw or heard him, that was until he stumbled on a vanity table and knocked half of the things that were in there

"What was that?" He heard and that's when he ran, the quitness and calm forgotten as he was desperate to find you. He took a right turn colliding with a female chest after a few seconds

"Joder, lo siento mucho" (Fuck, I'm so sorry) He said inmediately

"Pedro?" You said shocked as he also stood there impressed. You looked even more beautiful than always. Your tanned skin, your red cheeks and your Y/H color making you look perfect. "Pero, ¿Qué haces aqui? (but, what are you doing here)

"Por ti. I came here for you, I want to talk to you"

"We don't have anything to talk, in fact, you don't even have to come here, you don't have a reason to travel all the way from Barcelona to Venice"

"I did, I do. My reason is you and you'll always be. I fucked up, yeah? I get that" Pedri shakes his head "You were right" He opens his mouth but closes it "You were right all this time and I'm sorry I couldn't see it through, I'm sorry I did not take your words, I'm sorry I just kinda left and pushed your feelings aside, you deserve more, you deserve better but I can be better, I can be what you want, need and more if you want me to"

You started shaking your head, pushing him back from his chest when he tried to get closer to you.

"Pedri por favor, aquí no" (Pedri please, not here) "Pedri, stop. We don't have anything to say"

"Y/N, bonita, te lo suplico-" (I beg you-)

"Vamos al cuarto, ¿si? We can talk about whatever you want and then you leave" (Let's go to my room, yeah?)

"I don't want to leave without you"

You looked into his big brown eyes as he looked into your (Eye color) ones for a good while, you sighed before breaking eye contact

"But you have to" You said nodding slowly, Pedri shook his head

"Por favor" (Please) He whispered

"This way" You turned around walking away while Pedri watched your every move

You called the elevator and entered when it came, you turned to Pedri

"You wanna talk or not?"

Pedri nodded and walked towards it, he turned his head to look at you

"Do I have something on my face?" He hummed for a few seconds before answering

"You're beautiful" He ignored your words as you looked up at him

"Please, stop that"

"I-" He got cut off by the elevator doors opening

"This way" You said walking off as he only could follow you.

You stopped walking when you got to the door 408, with the key you opened it and then stepped inside letting the door open for him to come in as well.

You took a seat in the couch and patted the spot next to you, he took it and you both were silent.

"So... ¿Vamos a hacernos compañía o vas a decir lo que sea que quieres decir?" (Are we going to be each others company for now or you are going to speak whatever you want to say?)

"I'm sorry" He began "I fucked up. I should've listened to you and put Victoria a stop, I should've been more careful with you and your feelings, not passing through them and ignore them. I believe you, I always did and I always will do but it seemed so unreal that what I thought was my best friend, could do such a things, hurt the one I love and the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, when her whole life she was protecting me and supporting me through everything"

"If my family wasn't there, she was. If my family didn't have an advice, she had. And for you to just say she did this and said this was a whole different thing from what I knew from her that I just couldn't believe it. But it was truth. And I'm sorry once more"

"Y/N, I'll do anything for us, I'm not giving up, we're so good together, I love you so much and if only I could turn back in time and do everything right I would but I can't, however, I'm here to mend things, I'm not expecting you to forgive me and that's it. I'll earn that forgiveness, I'll protect us and I'll be better for you if you let me, please. I love you, I want you and I need you"

"It's not easy as you made it sound, Pedri"

"Pedro" You shook your head

"That's something only family and close friends can call you, right?"

"Don't do this, please"

"But you did it first" You said pushing your lips together. Those were the exact same words he had told you the night you left "You really hurted me and you just can't change that. Please, I think it's best if we let this go" You looked into his brown eyes as he was shaking his head "For both of our own goods"

"Not having you in my life it's not good for me"

"Maybe not but it's the correct thing to do" You said "I just can't trust you anymore, no matter what you do. You told me I wasn't the same girl you fell in love with, that says enough"

"But it's not true, I said it in the heat of the moment! You are still the same girl I fell in love with and you're still the same girl I want to do my life with"

You stood in silence for a few moments before you stood up "I'm not that girl anymore, Pedri. Someone else might be"

"Y/N-" He stood up from the couch as well

"It's done" Your voice cracked

"Does he treat you good?"

"He does" You said simply nodding "He's-" You let out a laugh

"Does he likes you?" You nod

"He does" You remembered that night at your apartment, that same night he asked you to go to Venice with him and your family to get your mind out of your ex.

"You like him?"

You stood in silence "He's handsome and nice. He knows I'm healing and he knows I have feeling for someone else but that's not stopping him"

"I won't stop either"

"You should tho"

"I love you and I know I messed up but I can mend it, anything you want, think or say, I'll do it. I'll cross world wonders for you, oceans, vegetation, deserts, anything"

"You can't. Not this time" Both of you were crying now not caring about the other seeing you "I was hurt by every action and word you said, I reached the top and while I know you messed up, you could've prevented it and simply start acting like you should have but you didn't. And I can't handle that"

"Please" You said after a few minutes "I think it's time for you to go" You said walking away

He couldn't watch you walk away once more so he did what he had been wanting to do. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, in a hug.

"No"

"Let me go"

"No"

"Let me go"

"No" His grip got tighter on you as you were fighting and at the same time, enjoying being in your exlover's arms again.

His arms were your safe space and laying your head on his chest brought you peace but now all it brought back was hurt and pain.

Hurt and pain from the situation you were going through

"Pedro, please, let me go"

"I don't want you to leave me"

"I didn't left because I wanted to" Silence flowed in between the two of you as Pedri was crying into your neck "I did because you asked me to, you made me leave, you pushed me away when all I wanted and needed was you, to stay by your side and defend our relationship" You took a breath "None of that happened and now that I'm recovering from everything, I want you to leave, I want you to go away because I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me and just throws everything out of the window without listening first" You said with closed eyes and tears running down, he chocked on a sob

"I'm sorry" He cried

"I am too" You said kissing his cheek several times, your lips were salty both by yours and his. You breathed in his scent once more and allowed yourself to wrap your arms around him "Te quiero mucho and you are the prettiest love I've ever had, it's truly a sadness it went this way but I wish you the best, Pedro González" You kissed his cheek and with one of your hands carressed his face "Y muchas gracias for everything" He shook his head softly, his head relying on your palm

"Te amo and I always will" He said crying, kissing your neck, ear, cheek, nose "I'm sorry"

You were about to reply when two knocks came in and then someone entered

"Y/N, cariño. We are going to be late for the trip, weren't you so excited to see Venice's bea-Oh! Am I interrupting something?" You pulled away from Pedri shaking your head

"Para nada, Mason" (Not at all) You smiled softly drying your tears but these still fell "We're good"

Mason, the guy, turned around to look at Pedri who nodded looking down at the floor "I better leave" He whispered

"Bye Pedri" He turned to look at you "Nos vemos" (See you)

"Yeah, see you Y/N" He smiled softly, his world was collapsing but there was no way for him to stop it, it was too late. "Take care of her, hermano" Pedri said looking at Mason who nodded softly looking at you with a smile

"Will do" Pedri noticed the look on Mason's face and that's all it took for Pedri to know he was going to keep his word.

And with heavy and broken heart, he left the hotel. All the luck his friends wished for him and all the praying he did, were not enough. His world is and will not be the same without your presence, your kindness, your laughter, your smile and your love in it, he hated himself for what he had done but there was nothing he could do now more than respect your decision and learn how to copy with his mistake for the rest of his life.

You were always right. He let you go. And now you were okay with it but he wasn't.

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[bluedalahorse]

Hi! I hope everyone is doing well. I am popping up to let you know that I’m alive, that there’s a lot going on, that I still love YR, and that I’m thinking about boundaries and priorities.

I loved Young Royals season three. I especially love how it engaged with the legacy of Erik and the systems of Hillerska. I love that it took the idea of the legal system providing catharsis and that it threw that out the window. I love the way characters got words for what they were going through, how Felice got to name the racism happening to her and August got words to name his disordered eating. Most of all I loved the way Lisa wrote Sara’s relationship with her father and her reconciliation with Simon. That meant so much to me, and I can’t wait to imagine a future for the Eriksson siblings.

Here is a brief list of things I loved about the finale. They were all written in the afterglow of seeing the episode. I stand by them. Especially how much I loved Wille’s ending, and what happened there.

In the coming weeks, I’m sure there’ll be stuff I’m more critical of or don’t feel as strongly about. I especially have mixed feelings about the way Lisa seemed to structure 3.5 in a way that mimics the emotional roller coaster of trauma. I’m not really focusing on that stuff here or now, because I don’t want to. But it’s on my mind, and I don’t know if I’ll end up posting about it here and elsewhere.

At present this post isn’t rebloggable or tagged with much of anything. That’s because I’m trying to figure out the best way moving forward with tumblr. I don’t know if I want to delete this blog and abandon it entirely, but the pressure to present a curated version of myself is too much, and is a pretty big trigger for things like rejection sensitivity and anxiety. The pace here is also too fast and there is no way to keep up with everything, and (forgive me for this cardinal sin in tumblr-land) I wish I had some easier way to not see the same sets of gifs a hundred times with the same commentary. I’m experimenting with slower ways of doing fandom, where I can enjoy myself more.

I do, however, want a way to get the cultural footnotes for Young Royals, especially when they help me write better fic and create better fanworks. I know there’s some pretty darn useful posts about how lines get translated and various holidays and traditions (and looking forward I would like to know more about universities in Sweden, and how the monarchy works and such.) So I want to be able to find the stuff I need without having to spend as much time on what I don’t need. The resource posts people make are truly helpful.

And I also have some other fannish things I want to see here, like Les Mis and Interview with the Vampire. And the memes are nice. I miss the memes.

Before I make the decision about how I engage, I think it will be useful for me to know my priorities. So I’ve thought about them a bit, and I want to make the decisions that align with my priorities. Here’s what I want to focus on moving forward:

I want to spend more time creating. The thing that has always brought me the most genuine joy in this fandom is writing fic. YRS3 ended in a place of possibility for so many characters, and I want to keep writing about them and learning about them that way. (I won’t even lie, of course most of my ideas are about August—August and Kristina working on their intergenerational cousin relationship, August getting pulled into weekly DND sessions with Wille and Simon so they can all get better at being human together while pretending to be elves or something, August doing the personal and liberatory work that allows him and Sara to one day have a Second Chance Romance with they’re older, even August/Nils because oh boy did that season give me ideas about them I never knew I had.) One of my goals is to cut down on browsing time significantly so that I spend more time writing, especially so I can finish Heart and Homeland. I think it’ll make me happier.

I want to spend more time helping others create. Some of the most meaningful experiences I had in this fandom involved being a beta reader or hearing out another person’s fic ideas, and getting to live in that space of creation and collaboration. For that reason, I’d like to still make new YR connections on occasion, especially with people who wanna share their writing process with me. Tumblr may or may not be a place to do that. I’m still figuring out where stuff should happen.

I want analysis to be something I do as part of my creative process, and that’s it. I don’t know if this is fully true, but it felt like ten years ago there was more fandom meta focused on what fans wanted to write in their fanfics, and how their interpretations of canon led to them creating cool art. There was some meta that was about how to interpret canon “correctly” but that wasn’t the priority. Now, it feels like—and this is true even outside of YR fandom, so this is no reflection on YR specifically—there is more emphasis on having the “correct” interpretation of canon. About getting it right, and having the right predictions and interpretations. It feels competitive in a way that wears me down. From this point forward, when posting analysis, I’m going to ask myself, is this furthering my creative pursuits and my understanding of the writing process more generally, or am I just trying to win an argument? If the answer is just to win, then I’m not going to post my argument. That runs counter to my goals.

I don’t want to engage in any space where anonymous discourse flourishes. Even when well-intentioned. Being away for a while was clarifying for me on that point. Turns out one of the biggest triggers for my anxiety and shame are extensive, heated conversations where I don’t know who is saying what and who I can trust. Spaces where there’s a lot of anon conversation are probably going to be ones I block and unfollow first moving forward. It just seems like a good baseline for how I engage.

So this is where I am as of now. I’ll probably continue to hold off on doing much posting in the coming days, but I did want to poke my head up for air for a second to let people know what the state of everything is.

Here’s one picture of the plushes for the road:

And here’s a picture of the waffles I ate on finale day:

Oh, to have cloudberry jam and time spent with friends. These things are truly joyous.

#yr s3 spoilers #yr spoilers #yr season 3 #mostly tagging this in case anyone has those blocked

[k11ty]

Swallow Everything

Another fic with porn without plot. It didn’t turn out how i wanted it to be, but i just had to post something eventually. The xiao smut didn’t go as planned so i deleted it, and i couldn’t even begin to write on the diluc mpreg part 2 ughh.

No pronounce used for the reader  but will be having a penis.

enjoy. 

artist: LenokaArt on twt

"Be good." thats all it took for Childe to scramble, he would never admit it, but when you were in control, he found it so incredibly hot. There was something about you when you were all lewd and unclothed with him. Rubbing his naked body and whispering degrading stuff into his ears could make Childe cum on the spot untouched. Foreplay, sex, everything was amazing with you, and he wouldn't want any other person to be with besides you.

"Ajex..." you grabbed your ginger boyfriend's chin roughly, making him face you as you press his lips against yours. Childe didn't fight it and not long after melted in automatically. You purposely emphasized his real name as you let your lips brush against his ear ever so slightly. This made Childe jerk away out of embarrassment and looked you in the eyes. His cheeks were flushed pink and his blue ocean eyes were staring to glaze over. He knew he wouldn't last for much longer if this kept on going at this pace.

"Thinking about someone else, Ajex?" you asked him as you sneak your fingers around his knuckles and fist. Childe became aware of his cheeks and eyes and pulled his hands out of yours quickly hiding his face in them. You planted your lips onto his neck and up to his lips again and slipped your tongue inside his mouth this time. Making sure to suck and lick around the wet cave of his, you broke the kiss when you sat down on the bed to Childe and looked up at him. You smiled and told him to strip for you. He does as told like the good boy he is, you had a lustful look in your eyes. Despite being together for years and knowing almost every little secret of his, the only times you got a look at his body was when you would get glimpses of his legs or stomach when he either moved or undressed to clean wounds.

You couldn't wait to see his fully nude body in front of you, standing at a 6'1 and quite muscular. He peeled off his (sluty) gloves and started tearing away at his jacket as fast as possible, leaving him in his gray pants and a red undershirt. Childe felt embarrassed by stripping in front of you, you could tell by the way he couldn't look you in the eyes. He took off his clothes fast eventually. When he is left in only his underwear you grab his hands and he looks at you slightly confused, you pull him, even , closer and whispered,

"Slowly, I want to enjoy the sight of you undressing. It might even give me an idea about what I want to do to you." To be honest with yourself you already knew what way you wanted to take him, down on his knees. Childe reached down to his garments and began pulling, slowly revealing his place skin. Even though his skin wasn't perfect, with all the scars from earlier battles, you thought it made him more human, more like him. You pulled Childe towards me by his waist when he was completely nude, and laid him down on his bed.

You pull your arms back to yourself and start undressing, putting on a show for your ginger boyfriend. After undressing you push yourself up on the bed near Childe's head and threw a leg over to the other side of his head. "Fuck," he breathed out heavily, your heavy was hanging right in front of his face. He looked up at you with big eyes, you only responded by positioning your hand in his red hair and pulling it towards your member. Feeling his warm tongue tracing your dick up and down, teeth slightly grazing it making you hiss. You start moving your hips a bit to hint to him to go faster, deeper. His lips wrap around the tip sucking on it like a lollipop, the tip of his tongue gently licking your slit.

"Fuck,, doing so good,,," you groan, raising a hand and digging it into his messy hair pushing his head down, deep-throating half of you. Tears swell up in his eyes at the harsh feeling of him poking down your throat. He tries to pull out a little, but you grab each side of his face and slowly start thrusting again into his wet and warm mouth. His hands grab onto yours on the side of his face, holding onto your wrists trying to keep you from going too rough. He couldn't help but gag and choke, the wet gagging noises made you so aroused, you wanted to see him tear up and pass out. You feel Childe trying to pull off, and he starts to struggle under you. To keep his head in one place you press and tighten your thighs around his head, his nails are ripping your skin at this point, at how hard he is digging them. His blue eyes were wide open, looking straight at you from under you, you only answer with a smirk and move your hand over his already panicked face. You pinch his nose so he won't be getting any air in his lungs, and he kicks his feet from under you and aches his back. Childe tries so hard to breathe but end up throwing his head back and his eyes roll to the back of his skull and tears start gushing down his face.

You lose your eye contact with his teary ones and watch tears stream down the sides of his face, drool dripping down his chin to his neck and chest. He noticed his grip on your thighs began to lose, and the look on his face was telling you he was about to pass out for sure. You remove your fingers from their earlier position over Childe's nose and pull out from his mouth to let him breathe. He unconsciously gasps for air and starts to cough and wheeze. He loses his vision on you and closes his eyes and turns his head to the side. You knitted your eyebrows together with irritation, he wasn't done so why did he need to stop for so long? You raise your hand and deliver a hard smack to his cheek, his eyes roll back in arousal, and moans.

"Aww don't cry Ajex, if you do I might not be able to hold back because of how hot of a mess you look." You mocked him, Childe looks up at you with his red face and his puffy eyes. Your hand wraps around your shaft, which is wet with Childe's drool, Childe licks a long stripe from your balls up to your drooling tip, making you flinch from the pleasure. His mouth lands on your balls, sucking and licking all the drool and spit that had dripped down them while your thumb rubs your tip in circular motions.

He went up to suck again as you forced him on again. Childe couldn't breathe, and when you realized it, you stopped holding his nose (again) and decided to grip him by the neck instead, and started thrusting. The salvia was streaming down the young boy's chin yet again, and his eyes were full of tears, red at this point. "Swallow everything. If I see you spit, I will beat you." That made Childe even more turned on and you knew it, both of you knew that he loved a good fight. He felt in his mouth how your cock was hardening and becoming larger again and knew that you wanted to cum inside his mouth.

When you let out a silent groan and came, you forced Childe to move closer, as far as he could, making him gag yet again. Semen was coming out from the sides of his mouth, overflooding, and he began coughing. You grip his face again and he opens his eyes to look at what you were going to do next to him.

"We're not done, open your mouth. Wide." Childe obeyed carefully and opened his mouth wide as told, taking his tongue out. You spat on his tongue and closed his mouth, telling him to swallow it. You watched him as he slowly began to cry, his eyes watered for the 3rd time, or more, this night. Some tears left his eyes and some were streaming down his red cheeks. The young ginger felt like he was on cloud nine, so far in subspace already. He felt humiliated, his body is aching, and low moans escaped his mouth he was barely contained anymore.

Clapping him on the cheek a few times and brushing away his tears helped him to calm down, you still didn't move from the spot above him, you had a last request for him until he was finished. "Hmm, Ajex." the name is dripping desire, Childe pauses and opens his eyes to meet your lidded gaze. "You will swallow everything, right?" Childe's brows form a crease and he tilted his head, opening his mouth to respond, "d-don't I always?" You shift your weight to reach out a hand, threading your fingers through the hair at the back of his head. "I mean my urine." Childe turns his head, "even just a little bit?" you sound almost pleading.

Childe thought for a bit and relaxed a bit, if he say yes they would finish. Alright. This red face grows even redder, "alright,,, but don't pinch my nose again,," You fight back a grin as you oh so gently tug his even messier hair forward. Childe takes him into his mouth again, his eyes squeezed shut this time, ready for it to release. Your hand leaves the boy's hair to cup his wet chin instead.

"Drink up, slut."

Childe started to feel lightheaded, only replying with a lifeless hum around your cock. You sigh and relax to release the stream into his wet cave. As you let it lose Childe swallows nearly reflexively, and you take the opportunity to push yourself deeper down his throat, giving him no other option but to swallow anyway. His hands lazily scramble over your lower back, fingernails digging in roughly. You keep pissing into his mouth, watching with growing desire as the young fighter swallows all of it. You ache with how aroused you were by the sight in front of you, never had you two had any type of play like this. You let him pull off when he was done, telling him how great he did, and calling him a good boy.

#genshin #genshin impact #Childe #genshin childe #childe genshin impact #childe x male reader #childe x dom reader #childe x you #childe x gen #childe x gn reader #childe x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #top male reader #male reader #amab genitalia #??? #Smut #childe smut #genshin smut #cross posted on AO3 #sub childe #sub genshin #sub character #dom/sub #weelo

[jortschronicles]

Eclipse Coronation Ottoman

At the start of the reign of Gabriel III and Sonja III, I made them a promise. During their reign, in honor and imitation of all the fancy and beautiful clothing they produce, I would cut into a fabric that scared me and attempt to make something wearable.

Prior to Pennsic, my lovely wife picked up some garb for us at a SCA yard sale. this included the following rust/gold ghawazee that a local of mine (recently laurel) informed me is about 200-300 years post period, but would be an OK time saver for garbing myself up for Pennsic. With that knowledge safe in hand, I planned and started to sew a gomlek, with the intention of creating a single-layer supportive undergarment to reduce the number of layers worn on hot afternoons at pennsic. This would be my first ever supportive garment! As you can see in the following photos, the supportive garment was a success.

I began my research with Ottoman Turkish Garb, An Overview of Women's Clothing by Baroness Katja Davidova Orlova Khazarina. This document was recommended to me by Baroness Dominique Michelle le Vasseur. With a bit more of an idea of what I was doing (but only a bit, I was roaring full speed ahead) I used the gomlek pattern found on Turkish Costume by Vanessa Giddings. I made the gomlek from a light-medium weight white linen from stash. I serged each edge of the pieces before pinning together to prevent fraying and to buy me some time to properly finish the seams when I got home from pennsic.

Notably, this is where I made my first mistake. After making the gomlek, I decided to attempt to make it supportive just in case I didn't finish a zibin before pennsic (reader-- she didn't finish the zibin). After making the gomlek according to the Giddings pattern, I then pinched and pinned along the seam between the front body and the front gore to force a little more lift and create a "shelf" on which the breasts could rest. Because I made t his supportive, I'm glad I used a just shy of medium weight linen rather than a more appropriate looser weave, because it gave the garment the body to support the breasts.

As I was in the last leg of time crunch before Pennsic, I wanted this linen to relax as much as it was going to as fast as possible. So i threw on the gomlek, some leggings, and a lazy turban, then did some intense yard work for ~2 hours. My breasts never moved from their assigned seats, the garment relaxed comfortably, and I could move just fine in it. I then finished the gomlek off with a quick button loop and faux-pearl headed button at the neckline, though it has no structural purpose due to how I altered the garment.

With a heart full of ambition and a head empty of reason, I attacked a plan to finish a brand new entari, zibin, and an extra gomlek prior to pennsic. I accomplished none of that.

The following picture shows how I wore this for Pennsic: Gomlek, the post-period ghawazee, lazy turban, some shalwar off amazon recommended by Viscountess Caterina Giovanni, my apprentice belt, and some Rus boots as I was advised to wear ankle support in the Bog.

Upon my return home, I started planning the Entari, with the goal of having a gomlek and entari to wear to Namron Protectorate for Domi's laurel elevation (reader-- she didn't finish any of it in time). I selected from stash a black cotton for the lining and a red and rust upholstery fabric for the outer layer. This was chosen for the similarity, to my eye, between the repeating pattern in the stripes on the upholstery fabric and the patterns present on some extant entaris and in court portraiture. ORIGINALLY I had selected a bright blue silk i was certain I had in stash but my box o' saris was nowhere to be found.

The above portraits, miniatures, and extants were accessed through the Ottoman Turkish Garment Database. The prevalence of red / blue color combos in the portraits and extants, as well as vibrant colors across the board, inspired my choices. As you can see in each of the extants as well as the art, the inside edge of the garment is faced in a color different from the lining and the outer layer. In many of the portraits, the bottom edge of the garment is turned out as if caught in motion, displaying this vibrant facing. The entaris come in different lengths but tend to be in the knee to floor range, while a hip to knee length undergarment appears to be worn as a middle layer.

The center bottom quilted kaftan in red and gold (belonging to Selim I, garment c. 1512-1520) inspired my choice of fabric, as seen below.

Fabric selected, then began the cutting. I used the pattern, cutting diagram, and notes from Kelebek's Persian and Turkish Clothes and drafted out onto my lining layer. Because the gomlek worked up so easily, I just used the black cotton liner as my muslin for this garment. As seen below, it fit pretty well from the outset and the notes and diagrams proved helpful in making sure everything lined up right. Gores are my nightmare. Seen below, the garment as it stood had REALLY prominent hip bumps.

We know that prominent hip bumps were part of the fashion just judging from the art and extant garments (including one amusing extant of Hanzade Sultan's zibins with an attached note deriding the poor quality of the hip bumps) but after repeating the pattern onto my outer fabric, they started bothering me. I was pretty sure I had them sitting too low, or some part of the slope wasn't quite right.

Protectorate was fast approaching, and I had little time to make major adjustments and fiddle with a lot of trial and error. I made some quick adjustments, smoothing the slope of the hip bums into more of a 15 degree angle than the 45ish degree angle they were sitting at prior. Around the same time i started fretting about the hip bumps, I realized my box o' saris was AWOL and began to panic. After fruitless hours scouring the house and workshop, no luck. For my own mental health, I put the project aside to handle AFTER Protectorate, but before Coronation. I had a promise to keep, after all.

I returned home from Namron Protectorate and got to work. With my silks still missing, I selected a soft but bright blue polycotton with a nice sheen from stash and made my bias facing.

It wasn't perfect, but time was short and the fabric was bright. You can also see from this photo the adjustments I made to the hip bump. I left the original shape intact, just folded and gently tacked down inside the body so I have the chance to fix it in the future, when I feel more able and comfortable. And so, the handsewing of the Entari began with Coronation just days away. I finished tacking in the lining, which is only attached to the outer shell by the facing, fun fact, and did a quick try on to make sure it all sat the way I wanted. I was very satisfied with the result. In the future, though, I would probably face the sleeves BEFORE I seam down the underside, because that was the only part of the facing truly miserable to line up and attach.

Then came the last minute fastenings. I'd wanted to weave some trim to make proper button / loop pairs down the front, but didn't have the time. Suggestions from my locals mostly relied on me having not yet put the body, facing, and lining together. I made do, dug through my ribbon supply, and grabbed some shiny polysatin 3/8" ribbon I usually use for making ribbon roses. I cut them into 9" lengths, folded in half, lined up with the yellow vertical stripe down the front, tucked the ends under, and tacked them down securely. For the buttons, I used some Vindheim buttons from Bad Baroness. For a last minute closure I literally finished 2 hours before driving down to coronation, not bad if I do say so myself.

On the day of, I added a long, sleeveless undercoat that for sanity's sake, we'll call a zibin. I need to make one of those rather soon, don't I? I received the coat second hand at Mooneschadowe Trade Days in exchange for a monmouth cap, with the encouragement of Viscountess Mama Cat. I wore a small embroidered hot pink hat over a pink-and-rust silk and pashmina scarf that my lovely wife got for me at Pennsic as a gift, with a veil pinned over the top. The veil is actually one of my spare white scarves, my big "floofy" one that gives my siblings in the order scarf envy. I ordered it from the same place I got my green apprentice belt sash, my wife gets cadet scarves, and both of us get a variety of veils. Mama cat helped me make sure everything sat right on the outfit and helped me get the veil just right. The peacock feather pin is from Sonja III's Queen's Champion tournament, the favor she gave to all the competing fighters. I am wearing the handwoven silk scarf I was made in, a twin to my Doña's and her Queen's white scarves, and it has a subtle Ansteorran Star woven into one end. The pin (hidden because the wind was fighting me while we watched the eclipse) is purple and gold (my heraldic colors), a twin to the silver and deep blue pin the Ansteorran Cadets got for HRH's Nicolette's gift, which she used to pin her Queen's White Scarf in place upon her ascension to the throne.

What feels most important to me, though, is this picture. The Order of the White Scarf is charged with protecting the Queen's White Scarf in the interregnum, with the newest white scarf present protecting it personally and the oldest white scarf present taking it from the arm of the Queen stepping down and putting it upon the arm of our new Queen. We pass it through the circle, some of us pressing it to our forehead or hearts, some of us giving it a good squeeze, some of us kissing it. To myself and much of the rapier community of Ansteorra, this is more than a scrap of fabric on a brass hat's arm. This is the memory of what Don Tivar and Countess Tessa of the Gardens did for us so long ago, legitimizing our community and uplifting us. This is the memory of brothers, sisters, and friends come and gone, of Queens who, for a moment or a lifetime, became one of us, became the head of our order. This is the hope of every cadet who dreams of bleaching their scarf, of every fencer who imagines themselves in the shoes of Errol Flynn or Cyrano. A good Queen inspires us to do better, do more, and reach further, and a great Queen makes our Order stronger with just her presence.

None can compare with bright honor rare We go as the swift arrow flies To stand in the strife, to hazard our lives For a glance from Your Majesty’s eyes

There are certainly adjustments I would make if I were to do this again, notbly find my box o' saris and use a silk facing, among others. I would like to make some non-supportive gomleks in a much lighter fabric and some supportive zibins as well. I would prefer in the future to attach the facing BEFORE i sew down the underside of the sleeve so i feel SLIGHTLY less murderous while sewing. And because of how I roll, in the future I would definitely add a pocket or twelve. I intend to replace the ribbon button loops with some woven trim loops, or at the very least add some matching ribbon bars to the button side for a little more visual balance.

This project would not have been possible without the support of Baroness Dominique Michelle le Vasseur and Viscountess Caterina Giovanni, and the inspiration of the lovely and kind Countess Jacquette d'Anjou, whose conversations and costuming at Gulf XXXI finally kicked me into high gear on this.

#sca #arts & sciences #a&s #society for creative anachronism #historical costuming #ottoman clothing #turkish clothing #entari #zibin #gomlek #tarpus #salwar #sca garb #sca costuming

[eriquin]

The Prophetic D&D Game, Part 11

Oh no! Cursed! And also a ghost! But mostly the cursed part.

(master post)

Part 11

Eddie went back to the main table, where Jeff and Dustin had worked out a plan for buying a scroll. Lucas talked about setting everything up in the graveyard, and they were ready to have Dustin use the scroll. They confirmed that they definitely didn’t want the paladin to use it, and Eddie could tell from the look Jeff gave him that it was because they didn’t trust him not to screw it up intentionally. 

Eddie had to work very hard to keep a serious look on his face the whole time. Jeff and Dustin argued over which skill to use, but eventually they successfully cast it. When they turned to him to ask questions of the ghost, he smirked a little.

“Lucas, make me a roll against your constitution,” Eddie said. He leaned over the table to look at what Lucas rolled. It came out very low, and Eddie whistled. 

Lucas looked genuinely scared. “Is that bad?” 

Eddie rolled some dice of his own, just as confirmation that he should move the plot in this direction. His results looked better than Lucas’s. To the players, he said, “Well, the first thing the ghost tells you is that you should be paying attention to the cursed girl. Sadie’s eyes have rolled back in her head. Lucas, you’re in a trance. Guys, good luck!” 

The group all flew into a panic, and Eddie settled back into his chair and watched with glee. Eventually, he got them calmed down enough to treat it like combat. The only trick was that there was no one to fight. He had a certain set of stages that Lucas’s character would go through, and he wrote down how many rounds it would take to get to each. Lucas couldn’t do anything in the meantime, and his friends scrambled to figure out how to help. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” Dustin said. He looked at Jeff. “What do we do?”

Jeff threw his hands up. “What does Joe think?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. He rolled some dice. “Joe is just as clueless and freaked out as the rest of you are.”

“We don’t know how to fix this!” Dustin screeched. “It’s too soon.”

“Ask the ghost!” Lucas yelled, slamming his hands against the table.

“Lucas,” Eddie said in a warning tone. “You’re in a trance. You can’t speak.”

“Yeah, but Gaten would know to ask the damn ghost he’s talking to,” Lucas said. He glared at Dustin.

“Shit, you’re right. What does the ghost know? Can he help us?” 

“Crap,” Lucas said. “What if he doesn’t want to? He and Sadie were cousins but they weren’t friends. What if he’s bitter that we let the demons kill him?”

Dustin whipped off his cap and smacked Lucas with it. “Don’t jinx it!” he yelled. 

“Is that what you’re doing this round?” Eddie asked. “Trying to get help from the ghost of Sadie’s cousin... What did I name him?” 

“Dacre,” Dustin said. “And yes. If he knows something, he has to tell us. We get a certain number of questions to ask him and he has to answer to the best of his knowledge.” He kept his voice level but he spoke very fast, like he was focusing all his anxiety into recollecting the spell rules.

“Yeah, Dustybun, I know how it works. You get four questions. I’ll give you him telling you Sadie was cursed as a freebie.” 

Dustin, Lucas, and Jeff put their heads together to come up with a list of possible questions. Eddie sat back and let them discuss it. Grant and Gareth had come back to the table. Eddie wouldn’t let them sit back down until the party had regrouped, so they just hovered behind the other three and watched anxiously. 

“Are you really going to kill Sadie off right now?” Gareth asked. “Can’t we do something?” 

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Don’t metagame, dude. You wanted to split the party. You’re not there.”

“Fuck,” Gareth said. He and Grant looked at each other. “We have no idea that they’re in trouble, but we need to get them this information, right?”

“What fucking information?” Grant said. “All we know is that it required divine intervention to pull someone out of the curse. Natalia’s the only cleric we have. She’d have to get there, figure out the right cleric spell, and literally pray the demon away. And we don’t even know what’s going on!” He huffed and glared at Eddie. “You’re really sadistic, you know that?” 

“I know,” Eddie said proudly. He turned back to Dustin. “What questions are you asking the ghost of dear old Dacre, Gaten?” 

“Okay, first question,” Dustin said. “Does he know how to stop what’s happening to Sadie right now? And I want to make it clear that this means I want to keep her from dying, but I would love to get her uncursed or no longer targeted or whatever. Out of character! Do I need to come up with specific wording for this question to keep him from screwing us?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “No, it’s not a damn wish, Dustin. He knows what you mean and if he’s going to be an ass about it, it’s because he’s an asshole, not a rules lawyer.” 

“Okay, then what does he say about fixing this?” 

“He says he does not know how to stop her from dying, but that if you let the same things that killed him kill his cousin then he’s going to fucking haunt you.” 

“Oh shit, extra information,” Gareth said. “He confirmed it’s the same demon.” 

“We’re not there,” Grant said. “We don’t know that yet.”

“Yeah, but they’re going to fill us in later. It’s fine.” 

“First of all, we already knew it was from the same demonic place,” Lucas said. “Second of all, he said ‘things’, plural. Not ‘thing’. So more than one thing is involved here. He didn’t clear up anything, he’s just confirming that they’re related.”

“Shit, he’s right,” Gareth said. He glared at Eddie. “Sadist.” 

Dustin refocused the group. “Should we ask for more information about the demon?”

Eddie grinned. “Are you asking the ghost if you should ask him for more—”

“No!” Dustin snapped. “We’re still out of character here! Jesus.” He snorted in annoyance.

“We should stop wasting time,” Jeff said. “If we don’t do something, Sadie is going to die.”

“Yeah!” Lucas yelled. He sounded frantic. “This isn’t the kind of game where you just roll up a new character, guys! Think of something already!” 

“Okay! Okay, just give me a second,” Dustin said. 

“One round down, guys,” Eddie said. “Who knows how many more you have before Sadie starts to float...”

“Shit,” Dustin said. Eddie grinned. The ticking clock of combat was entirely made-up but it still worked to stress his players out. “Uh, okay, my next question is: Do you know anyone who has survived this curse?”

Eddie forced the grin off his face and tried to look serious. He deepened his voice a little and straightened his back. “No. I’ve never seen this before. I’ve been dead, remember?” 

Dustin had slipped fully into character as well. “Then how do you know that what’s attacking her is the same demon or demons that killed you?”

Eddie snorted. “What the fuck else would it be? It’s a demonic presence attacking teenagers in Kiteshire. You guys might’ve closed the portals but it’s not like you killed the thing on the other side of them. It was bound to happen.” He slipped out of the voice. “That’s two more questions down and two more rounds gone. Sadie’s twitching and her head tilts back to stare at the sky.”

“He’s not telling us anything we don’t know already,” Jeff said. “This is a waste of time.” 

Dustin counted on his fingers. “Fuck, we only have one question left. I should just not ask it and leave this asshole trapped between death and undeath.” He rolled his eyes and added, “Bet you’d hate that, wouldn’t you?” 

Eddie laughed and slipped back into the ghost voice. “Yeah, I would have. Too late now, sucker. Try not to let my cousin die,” he said. 

“Wait!” Dustin yelled.

“And with that, his ghost vanishes,” Eddie said. “And another round has passed. What are you doing next? Sadie is looking more and more cursed by the second.”

“Well, shit,” Jeff said. “Good job, Dustin.”

“That was supposed to be out of character,” Dustin said. 

“That was supposed to be out of character,” Eddie mocked. “You’re lucky I’m still letting you speak out of character at all, Dustybuns. Now get on with it before I tick off another round.”

“Fuck. We need to get in contact with Natalia and Maya,” Dustin said. “Where are they? Are they close?”

Lucas rolled his eyes so hard that Eddie thought he was imitating his character for a moment. “Dude, you’re a bard. Use magic.” 

“Oh shit, you’re right. Uhhhh...” Dustin grabbed one of the books and started flipping through the pages. “I’ve got nothing but druid spells though. Nothing for long distance communication! Fuck!” 

“Summon something,” Jeff said. “Birds or something that can go find them.”

“Shit, yes, I can do that,” Dustin said. “Okay, I want to use Animal Summoning I to summon birds that will carry a message to Natalia and Maya to tell them that Sadie is cursed and we need their information.” 

“Granted,” Eddie said. “You can do that. It’ll take some time.” 

“Caleb and Joe can write up the messages while I’m summoning them,” Dustin said. “They’ll include where we are and that it’s dire.”

“Dire indeed,” Eddie said. “The birds arrive and grab the messages, then fly off in every direction, looking for your remaining two party members. Who, of course, have no idea where you are.”

“We include location in the note, but it’ll be faster to send a reply by bird,” said Jeff. 

“Do we see the birds?” Gareth asked. 

Eddie raised his eyebrows at Gareth. “Are you looking for birds for some reason, Gare-bear?” 

“God damn it, Eddie,” Gareth said. “It’s not like we have any magical communication devices.”

“Should’ve thought of that before you split the party, Gare.” Eddie rolled some dice. “Okay, a bird finds you. We’ll pretend this will all work out. What are you writing back, specifically?”

“Specifically? Oh shit,” Gareth said. “There’s a trick to this.”

Eddie sighed and rubbed his forehead. He watched Gareth and Grant put their heads together and whisper to each other. “Time’s a tickin’, boys,” he said, tapping his watch. He looked back at the ones sitting at the table. “Are you guys doing anything other than waiting for the birds to get back?”

“I mean, praying?” Dustin said with a shrug. “I think we’re out of ideas. Joe has cleric spells, right? Can he cast anything?”

“Anything in particular you want him to cast?” Eddie asked. “He mostly focuses on healing and protection spells.” 

“Protection from Evil?” Lucas suggested. “Or maybe Augury, to see if we’re on the right track?” 

“I’ll give you a Prot-Evil at the beginning from him, since that’s a no-brainer. It had no effect.” 

“Shit. Okay, then have him cast Augury,” Dustin said.

“That’ll just tell you if you’re on the right track, but sure. He can start casting that and you can work on a question while he’s casting it.”

Grant and Gareth wrote down their message on a spare sheet of paper. Once they agreed on what they were saying, they passed it to Eddie. “We attach that to the bird, and then we try to follow it back.”

“It gets there faster than you will,” Eddie said. He quickly read the note over. They had included as many minor details as they could remember. He rolled it back up and passed it to Dustin. “By the time the bird gets back to the graveyard, Sadie has started to float in the air. What are you doing now?”

Dustin spread the note out on the table and he, Jeff, and Lucas read it together. “Okay, this says that the madman was trapped in the curse, but that he got out because of an angel singing,” Dustin said. “But it specifically says he heard an angel singing in his hallucination, so it could have been divine intervention, or it could have been environmental.” 

“Is Joe ready with his Augury?” Jeff asked. 

“Yep. You got a question for the gods?” 

Jeff rubbed his chin. “Ask if there’s any action we can actually take at this point to save her.” 

“Seriously?” Dustin gave Jeff a disbelieving look. “That’s it? That’s what you want from the gods?”

“Either it’s up to us, or it’s up to them,” Jeff said with a shrug. “Which would determine if it’s...”

Dustin snapped his fingers. “Divine or environmental! Shit, you’re right.” They turned back to Eddie and waited.

Eddie sighed. “The gods indicate that there is something you can do, if you can just figure out what.”

“Environmental!” Dustin said. “If we can reproduce the environment of the last time someone snapped out of the curse.”

Eddie ticked off another round from his sheet. “Sadie rises higher above the ground. Her arms and legs stretch out from her body, going rigid.”

“Guys!” Lucas yelled. “We don’t know anything about the environment of the madman. He was hallucinating.”

“But he heard an angel singing! Which might mean he just heard music,” Dustin said. He turned back to Eddie. “I’m a bard! I can sing to her and play my lute!”

Eddie grinned. “And what do you sing, my bardic friend?”

“And Caleb would know her favorite song!” Jeff said. “He has to know it. He’s the closest one to her. He’ll tell Gaten—”

Dustin jumped to his feet. “And I know that Gaten can play it. I get out my lute and start strumming and singing for my life.” He grinned. “Well, for Sadie’s life.”

Eddie grabbed his dice and nodded for Dustin to get his. “Roll high, my friend.” 

The boy grabbed his D20 and rolled it across the table. It bounced and landed on a sixteen. Eddie rolled his behind the screen, but he was able to honestly say that it beat his twelve. He only held a stern face at them for a moment longer, to make them worry. “Sadie twitches, her arms turn out at an odd angle, and then.... She wakes! And drops to the ground, unbroken.” 

“Oh, thank God,” Lucas said. The whole group relaxed. Eddie gave them a moment to regroup, and had Grant and Gareth rejoin the table. They described what else they’d learned from Sir Englund.

Tagging by request: @weirdandabsurd42, @10moonymhrivertam

#my writing #hellfire club #the prophetic d&d game #stranger things #did you know there's no 'sending' spell in 1st ed? #because i didn't know that until i looked it up #i looked up so much for this chapter #this one is long #cursed and uncursed in the same bit #little conclusion after

[myrandomfandomramblings]

Writing letters, Epilogue, Part 1 - a Chenford fanfic

As Lucy walked through the door of her apartment she already had a to do list running through her head. The first item on the list was to take a shower. She had skipped this part of her after work routine at the station because she hadn’t wanted to keep Tamara waiting. She needn’t have worried. Tamara was still in the x-ray room for her post-casting pictures when she arrived. Nevertheless, they were out the door with a prescription for pain killers in less than half an hour.

Lucy was pulled out of her thoughts by Tamara.

“Good night,” she yawned heading towards her bedroom.

“It’s 7:30,” Lucy pointed out and received a grunt in response. “And you haven’t eaten since this morning. You should have something for supper.”

“Can’t,” Tamara groaned. The meds they gave me are no joke I will literally fall asleep in my food and drown.”

Lucy went to counter but Tamara was already gone.

“Well I’ll make you something anyway,” Lucy yelled after her. “And remember to elevate your arm. There are extra pillows on the couch if you need them.”

“OK mom,” came Tamara’s teasing reply from her bedroom.

Lucy begrudgingly put off her shower hoping to get some food into her roommate before she was out for the night. Her plan was soup, but as she went to the island to grab a pot from underneath, her attention was caught by a scuffed piece of paper. She went to move it to Tamara’s room thinking it was part of her class notes but stopped when she recognized the cramped printing.

Dear Lucy

I love you too. But you know I’m more of a show you kind of guy. My place, tonight, 9pm.

Love, Tim she read.

At first the words didn’t sync in. The note was so out of context her mind couldn’t comprehend the significance. But as she started scanning the scratched out sentences above, the situation became clear.

Kojo’s predilection for getting into garbage had led Tim to find the “letter” she had written him as a reflective exercise and never intended to send. The letter in which she realized and openly shared the extent of her feelings for him. That she was in love with him. That’s when the emotions kicked in. The first to hit were embarrassment and anxiety but then she reread his response and the big picture finally clicked.

He reciprocated her feelings. And wanted to see her. Tonight.

The anxiety remained but was muted as embarrassment was replaced by excitement and disbelief.

She almost texted him to make sure it was real but stopped short. She wanted to hold on to the possibly as long as possible and in her heart she knew all the worry was unnecessary. Because she knew his printing and communication style, just like she knew he would never hurt her. She trusted him with her life. More than that she trusted him with her heart. So she moved to get ready for an evening that could change the rest of her life as long as she was brave enough to take the leap. And Lucy Chen was nothing if not brave. In fact she had made that promise to herself as soon as she had finished penning the letter she now held. That If this opportunity presented itself she would take it, because the risk was worth it.

But first she had to make sure Tamara was safe to be alone. She walked into her roommates room to find her fast asleep, casted arm propped on a stack of pillows.

Lucy figured she wouldn’t even realize she was gone until she got up in the morning for breakfast. She left a note on Tamara’s bedside table telling her where she was going and to call if she needed anything. She grabbed Tamara’s phone from where it was tangled in her sheets beside her and plugged it in placing it beside the note. Then she added her bottle of meds and a smoothie with toast that she quickly threw together in case she woke up hungry in the middle of the night.

Then she turned her attention to herself. She started with the long awaited shower, washing the grim of the day away. Then blowed her hair into loose curls with her brush and hair dryer before applying simple makeup. She easily added jewelry, sticking with her tried and true. Her St. Michael medallion from Jackson, her opal ring and the opal studs Tim had got her for her birthday to match. Then she headed to her closest. Unlike on TV where the characters seemed to have a new outfit for every occasion Lucy was on a budget. Tim had already seen her in her two nicest dresses, the green one she wore to Angela’s would be wedding and the black and gold she wore to Harper’s reception and although she knew he wouldn’t care, especially as she replayed his eyes raking up each get up, she really wanted to surprise him with something new. She had lots of other pretty maxi skirts and cute sundresses and even a few sexy night out dresses but nothing that seemed good enough for the first date with the love of her life. Then her eyes landed on a dress she forgot she had and she flashed back to nearly 2 years ago when she bought it.

It was the end of her second week as a rookie and she and her fellow rookies had just received their very first pay check. Jackson had insisted they go to the mall to celebrate, blow off some steam and enjoy some of their hard earned earnings.

They had started at the food court and Nolan had bailed shortly after, but Lucy and Jackson had wandered through the mall for hours having fun making each other try on the silliest outfits they could find. They had entered a dress store both determined to find the frilliest, puffiest dress they had to offer when Jackson pointed to something much simpler. It was a matching two piece dress (crop top and high-waisted skirt) made of a shiny floral material,  teal with big white flowers.

“You should try this one,” he said handing it to her.

“Why. This one’s actually nice,”

“I know. And it suits you. You never know when you might need a nice dress.”

“I still have two nice dresses in my closest that I haven’t even had a chance to wear yet,” Lucy replied.

“The green and black with gold one’s you showed me when you were trying to choose what to where on that date?”

Lucy nodded.

“OK. I’ll admit those are stunning. But they show off your chest. This one would show off your arms and legs. Plus bonus midriff.”

Lucy rolled her eyes.

“Do you consider what parts of your body you’re accentuating when you pick a suit?”

“Of course. It’s usually my butt. But it can be my chest or arms depending on how I where my shirt.”

Lucy couldn’t help but laugh.

“You asked. Anyway. Maybe now that we’re officially cops we’ll have more fancy events to attend, like fundraisers or co-workers weddings.”

“What coworkers are inviting us to their wedding?” Lucy teased.

Jackson shrugged, “My dad says there’s a special bond between a rookie and TO. I feel like that’s deserving of a wedding invite.”

Lucy laughed. “Hell would freeze over long before Bradford would be inviting me to anything. Let alone his wedding.”

“You can be my plus one to Lopez’s” Jackson offered earning a playful shove from Lucy.

“Come on at least try it on,” he continued and she relented.

It had fit well and looked really good on and after Jackson threatened to buy it himself she had finally made the purchase (it helped that it was on sale).Then it had ended up in the back of her closet, forgotten. Until now.

As she looked at it now she couldn’t help but smile as she was reminded of good times with her best friend as well as how far she and Tim had come. And it really was perfect for tonight.

“Thanks Jackson,” she whispered to the sky as she quickly got changed, putting the dress over a matching set of lacy black lingerie. She added a simple pair of strappy white sandels then admired her work in the mirror. She looked good, great even and she couldn’t wait to see the look on Tim’s face.

She quickly threw together an overnight bag, hoping she wasn’t being presumptuous but also that she wouldn’t need the pjs she packed and would instead be sleeping in a T-shirt of Tim’s or nothing at all. That thought sent a bolt of excitement through her as heat rushed to her cheeks.

This whole thing still didn’t feel real. She kept waiting to wake up but when she didn’t she decided to embrace it.

She wanted to bring something, like a bottle of wine or flowers but there was nothing remotely appropriate in her apartment and it was already 8:50pm so she really didn’t have time to stop.

The last thing she did before leaving, after checking on Tamara one last time, was slip the paper, now with two love letters printed on it, into her purse. If this was going to change her life forever, she didn’t want to lose such a crucial piece of the story.

THE END (for now)

This is dedicated to all the people who left such nice comments on the original. Thank-you.

Part 2. What happens when Lucy get’s to Tim’s will follow.

#chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #the rookie

[misskittyspuffy]

Fresh start (Spuffy ficlet)

Summary: Buffy and Spike broke up, but it was only a matter of time before they got back together.

Set in the comics universe, post-season 12, but can easily be understood even if you haven't read them.

Author’s note: The way they broke them up in the comics always rubbed me the wrong way, I understood the intention of demonstrating that Buffy could also be happy and single, but considering the way they had written Buffy & Spike up to that point, it didn't make much sense to me, because they were really good with and for each other. I definitely don't think Buffy & Spike's breakup was made to last, so this is one of the many ways I would have seen things go for them :) 

This ficlet is kinda close in spirit to the one I wrote in french a few years ago, called "L'épanouissement", even though this story was longer.

Please note that english isn't my maternal language, I apologize if there are mistakes, feel free to let me know :)

Links: Ao3 - Elysian Fields

***

When Buffy came home that night, Spike was comfortably lying on her couch, after spending the evening there playing poker with Dawn and Xander, who had come with baby Joyce. The little family had left a few minutes earlier to go back to their place, leaving Spike alone to clean up –which he hadn’t done yet. When he saw that the Slayer had come home, he went back on his feet and walked as casually as possible in her direction, his mind visibly preoccupied, even if he was trying to hide it.

“Hey.’’

”Hey,’’ he said back. “Heard you had a date tonight. How did it go?’’ he asked, trying to sound cool.

Buffy looked down, feeling a little awkward, and threw her keys on the kitchen’s counter. “Nicely… I suppose,’’ she said hesitant.

Spike noticed her hesitation and tried to lock eyes with her. “Hmm?’’

When Buffy finally looked back at him, her face was very serious. “We kissed.’’

The vampire felt like he had just been punched in the stomach but tried to cover his emotion. He knew it had to happen, eventually. “Oh. That scores in the positive category. I mean, good. For you —him. I guess,’’ he mumbled, damning himself for even asking in the first place.

The Slayer’s eyes went soft, she knew perfectly how he felt. “Spike…’’

“No, it’s okay Buffy, I mean, when we made the decision to break up, we may have still loved each other but we knew we might eventually not get back together.’’

“Spike…’’ 

“It’s a good thing Buffy, I mean it, you don’t owe me anything’’ he said, lost in his own thoughts. 

She stepped closer to him. “Spike. I’m gonna do something, but please don’t freak out, okay?’’

Before he could even think about it, Buffy tenderly took his face between her hands and brushed her lips against his, before giving him a deep kiss that lasted a moment. Spike could feel the taste of the other man she’d been seeing earlier, but was quickly lost in their embrace. He put his arms around her waist, tightening his grip.

Eyes still closed, she rested her forehead against his. “You know what happened?’’ she sighed.She looked into his eyes. “I thought I liked the guy. I mean, on the paper, yeah, he was nice and everything. He seemed to be the perfect match, perfect boyfriend. But when he complimented my dress, when he asked me for a dance, or when he kissed me? I felt nothing.’’ She shrugged. “All I could think about was the fact that he wasn’t you. And I realized… how stupid all of this is. Us being apart, I mean.’’ She rested her hands against his chest. "We’ve been broken up for a year and I’m still madly in love with you. I feel so dumb that it took me dating another man to actually face it. I miss you.’’

Spike swallowed hard and took a second to process what she was trying to tell him. The emotion made his throat tighter. If he had been alive, his heart would have been beating so fast.

“I’m –I’m sorry if I’ve been presumptuous. I don’t know where you stand regarding our relationship since we broke up.’’ She looked more insecure now, almost trying to escape from his arms. “But if you want it too, I wanted to let you know that you still have me. You always had me,’’ she emphasized. 

Spike reinforced his grip around her waist, getting her closer to him. He took the initiative of their next kiss, which was a little more passionate, before responding to her speech. “The feeling is more than mutual, luv. To be perfectly honest, I wasn’t actually chill about you going on a date.’’

She laughed. “I’d never have guessed.’’

“ I love you and I missed you so much,’’ he said while caressing her hair like if she was the most precious thing in the world.

A smile of relief appeared on the slayer’s lips. She kissed him lightly. “Fresh start, then?’’

He smiled in return. “Fresh start.’’

#Spuffy #Spuffy comics #BTVS comics #Post-season 12 #Spuffy ficlets #My fanfictions #English fanfictions #Fresh start #Buffy x Spike

[brainrattlers]

Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (15/n)

Author’s Note: Short installment. Literally just a little Valentine’s Day fluff because some intense stuff is coming soon. I’m really great/awful about dragging this out, but damn it I have so many ideas I want to somehow incorporate.

Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC

Warnings: Language. Nakedness in the shower together. It’s not graphic, but probably should give it an 18+ because reasons.

Word Count: 1626 (SO SHORT, I’m sorry, but it’s just a brief interlude!)

Missing Part 14? https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/690822714485817344/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-14n

****

Tyson woke up at AJ’s, thankfully she had the day off knowing that she and Jess’ flight back from Dallas was going to be late. However it was a very quick breakfast together, as Tyson wanted to hit up optional practice (he had been working with Jussi and the goalies more, trying to work on his own skills while helping them out), and then said he “needed to go shopping.”

This was code for, “I still need to get you something for Valentine’s Day.”

You know, because… this very day is Valentine’s Day.

“Okay babe. Do you want to get dinner or something? Although that might be next to impossible being February 14th.”

Tyson thought about it for a few moments. “How about I bring some Chinese? Just a chill evening in, yeah? I mean, if you had your heart set on going somewhere fancy I can try playing the ‘I play for the Avalanche’ card…”

“You, me, and some Chinese sounds pretty good. I’m not usually one for big gestures on Valentine’s Day honestly. I think the sign yesterday was the biggest gesture I’ve literally ever made for it, honestly.” 

Tyson snagged a quick kiss before ducking out, heading directly to practice… wearing another one of AJ’s hoodies. He knew he was going to get crap for it, but he couldn’t get enough of how soft they were, and how they smelled like the body spray she often wore. She just rolled her eyes, knowing she’d reclaim it later at his place sometime, smelling instead of him. It was a vicious, beautiful cycle.

The two had previously talked about not going overboard on gifts like Tyson did at Christmas, but it was still a relative thing. AJ felt like she found a great *small* gift for him, and it came from the heart with the silliest of intentions. There was no way he wasn’t going to love it. And because she planned in advance, AJ was able to crawl back into bed for a few more hours of sleep (or at least scrolling TikTok and sending Jess videos most of the morning). 

It was finally around 1PM that AJ decided to be an adult and get out of bed. It simply was one of those mornings where it was just too comfortable to get out of, but she also knew that her back would be pissed off with her if she didn’t move soon. Pajamas seemed like a comfortable idea until Tyson texted around 4:30, saying he was heading over with dinner shortly. Frantically, AJ hopped in the shower, but lost herself a few minutes to the scalding hot water that washed away the sleepiness that was plaguing her. Not hearing the door open downstairs, AJ was surprised (and by surprised, I mean she screamed and threw a punch at the shadowy figure on the other side of the shower curtain) when a single rose poked itself into the steamy bath. And thankfully Tyson was pretty good at dodging fists.

Fighting to catch her own breath, AJ pulled the shower curtain back enough to poke her head out to voice her frustration after realizing it was only Tyson.

“DID YOU NOT LEARN ANYTHING FROM THE HAUNTED HOUSE? HOLY FUCK TYSON!”

She couldn’t stay angry seeing Tyson nearly falling over against the vanity trying to take his own clothes off as fast as possible to get into the shower with AJ. That goofy, giddy look that always took over his face was everything to her. Every time he saw her naked, he acted as if it was the first time all over again, trying to engrave every little detail into his memory. It gave AJ butterflies in her stomach every time too. 

Sometimes the nerves made her shy, covering her torso, hiding what she didn’t like about herself. But it never failed that being the hype man Tyson is, that he would talk her out of her own worries. He’d praise and worship every inch of her, which when in the shower, inevitably ran the hot water out. This was actually much preferred to Tyson. AJ never understood why he liked cold showers, where Tyson couldn’t grasp the concept of why hot showers were superior. But it also never failed that the two would be laughing as the hot water would run out, and Tyson would shield AJ from the cold spray, but also tease that he was going to pin her against the shower wall. Normally, this would be sexy as hell, but the walls in AJ’s shower were icy cold to the touch when she’d have taken a hot shower.

That damn glint of mischief was bright as day in Tyson’s otherwise darkened hazel eyes.

And more often than not, AJ would squeal as Tyson pressed her against the cold tile, but then doing something else that would make her forget all about the cold tile.

Stepping out of the shower first, he grabbed a fluffy bath sheet from the rack and tossed it to AJ still inside the curtain. After scrunching her curls, she wrapped the towel around her midsection and exited the tub. She was completely unable to not stare at the dripping wet naked Tyson in front of her, who was toweling off his legs, then chest.

“I’m going to straight up admit it, I’m staring very disrespectfully, Mr. Jost. Please do continue though.” AJ bit her lip while enjoying the sight before her. 

A deep crimson blush flooded Tyson’s cheeks, and went down his neck. 

“Oh yeah? Liking what you see?” Using his towel, he started exaggerating his moves and in doing so, became more ridiculous. 

Leave it to Tyson to diffuse what could have been an incredibly hot situation and turn it into something that leaves them both laughing, so much that AJ is nearly in tears. And Tyson loved to see and hear it - one of his favorite things was getting her to laugh, the kind of laugh that shook her whole body. He took that as the most real sound she ever could make.

After a few quick kisses and finally getting dried off and dressed, Tyson grabbed AJ’s hand (and the rose that started this whole mess) to bring her downstairs to get dinner that likely now would need reheated. However something on the sofa made AJ stop and stare, first at the fluffy shape, and then at Tyson.

“What is this?”

The smile on Tyson’s face couldn’t be contained as he guided her around to the front of the sofa.

In front of the two of them was a giant teddy bear holding a box of Smarties (Canadian Smarties, not American Smarties), the rest of the roses, and was clad in one of Tyson’s old Team Canada World Juniors jerseys.

“His name is Maple. I thought you could cuddle with him when I’m on the road, you know? And he’s bringing you Smarties, because you are what you eat. Ignore the fact you’re eating General Tso’s tonight, just think about that when you eat the Smarties. Because you’re my smarty!”

Tyson was clearly proud of himself on this one, when he looked over and saw that look again of “what the hell did you do/why did you do this/I love it.” It was a look AJ gave him often. 

“I love him, Tyson. You shouldn’t have, but… I do love him.” AJ gave the bear a giant hug before grabbing the small box off the coffee table. “I got you something too, it’s not nearly as substantial, but when I saw it, I knew you needed it.”

Unwrapping the paper from the long slender box, Tyson stopped and stared at AJ before opening the lid, revealing a necktie.

But not just any necktie, it literally had a waffle print on it. As in the breakfast waffle, including a little pat of butter and a splash of maple syrup at the bottom. He fingered the fabric as he started giggling.

“Really babe?”

“Oh yeah. We’ll find you a shirt that this tie will go with, and that way you can wear it on the road, and think of your Eggo. I can only imagine what the rest of the guys will think though.” AJ tried to stifle the chuckle but it still happened, and Tyson joined in. 

His fingers touched the fabric, and he got quiet, seemingly lost in thought. But he quickly came back to the current moment.

“I love it. And I love you baby. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day love.” AJ pulled Tyson in for a tight hug and a soft kiss. He kissed the tip of her nose again for good measure.

“Now let’s go reheat those eggrolls, I’m starving!”

AJ just rolled her eyes at Tyson before being pulled into the kitchen. With food reheated, the two retreated back to the sofa to put on a movie, but not before having to move Maple to the overstuffed chair. And with full bellies, the bowls were set on the coffee table and the two curled up together. Tyson was texting someone while AJ laying across his lap, and was getting frustrated that his phone was blocking the view of the TV for her. Usually the two were good about not being on their phones when hanging out, but this was important to Tyson. But he could tell that she was getting a little frustrated.

“Sorry babe, just about finished. Showing Grandma and Grandpa the tie.” He snapped a photo of the tie and texted it, along with one more message before putting his phone on the coffee table.

Tyson: Hey, this message is just for Grandpa Jim.

Tyson: How did you know that Grandma was the one? Peep Chapter 16 at  https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/692092027971796992/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-16n-authors-notes

#Tyson Jost #Josty #Tyson Jost x OFC #Play It Cool #TysonTuesday

[autisticlalna]

the weird thing about finally writing work a miracle is, like,

sometime during 2015ish, maybe early 2016ish (kinda hard for me to pin down), a friend messaged me on skype and went "hey, these two guys remind me of our ocs" and sent me a link to the first episode of the apprentice. and we watched the apprentice together, and galacticraft, and sometime during flux buddies prime i started watching on my own and blitzing through it as fast as possible until i finally caught up and started watching episodes as they came out

i had a multimuse rp blog at the time that was just, like, whatever my current hyperfixation was. and so when i was still near the start of fbprime i threw nano on there and started rping with people that had minecraft or minecraft-adjacent settings (shoutouts to CG, little talks still makes me cry too), and in what was supposed to be a one-off thread i decided to rp lalna.

and then the multimuse multiverse rp blog switched to a flux buddies (and baddies) rp blog. and then gradually turned into a lalna rp blog.

and, at the same time i was doing rp stuff, i started writing fic.

my writing back then was Not Good. i was halfway through fbprime while fb2.0 was ongoing and working off incomplete theories and out of context spoilers. i was still finding a style, and my characterization had a lot of holes in it, but i spent a Lot of time just.. writing. building up this massive story in my head of "okay, here's the backstory, here's how i think things would go with my headcanons in play, here's some ocs supplied by my friends and some off-the-cuff shenanigans, here's some spontaneous rp plotlines that would be really interesting if i turned it into a whole fic somehow"

eventually i started having trouble maintaining the rp blog and would take long, unannounced hiatuses. usually because of mental health or because of a really disastrous event. i still drew stuff now and then, and tried writing stuff now and then, but eventually i came to terms with the fact that i just.. couldn't continue. and i gathered up everything i'd made over the years, sorted through it, and went "i'm going to make something out of this". and that became the foundation of work a miracle. it also became the foundation of solar's fic vindicate me!, which was inspired by how i write lalnable and five (as well as some events that happened on the rp blogs)

sometime in 2019, i started writing. it was supposed to be a super long multi-chapter fic spanning from the apprentice to the end of flux buddies prime. it was extremely rough, and i only completed 3 chapters and a bunch of scattered scenes before i dropped it. later that year, another major life upheaval hit and i tried to find something to anchor onto while i sorted myself out. that's when solar suggested a rp where we switched roles: i wrote kakujo, and they wrote the flux baddies. that's how we got the hec and jo show, and from there the wider idea of KJFB. a month later i surprised solar with a pmv, just goes to show that you never can tell.

(i wrote a sequel fic, double up!, which i ended up only sharing with solar until finally posting it years later. it was my first time writing lalna since abandoning the blog.)

and like.. for years, i kept wanting to pick that original fic idea back up and do something with it. i kept slowly refining it, i started doing shitpost ideas like the lalna chart and connected things like alpha-z, even dreamout is tied into the base idea behind work a miracle. i started an animation meme that i'm still working on, i've talked to solar and co about my ideas for the flux buddies in spau (which is why there's a shadow on the lalna chart), i have fic titles and bullet-point outlines and everything except the actual fic.

and then at the start of this year, while sick and exhausted and generally having a bad time physically and mentally, i started writing. and now i have 2 chapters written of the first Work A Miracle fic, Surviving Your Apprenticeship, a 5-Step Guide.

i guess what i'm getting at is that it's really weird that i'm finally writing what is essentially a rewrite of some fics i wrote when i was 19 and also is the culmination of like 8 years of coming back to an idea again and again and again from different angles and in different forms and hoping this one'll stick

#leo.txt #long post #work a miracle au #this got weirdly personal! uhhhhhhhhh

[riya123me-blog]

Inspirational leadership — uncovering the roots of bias — a CEO’s quest for cultural change

The CEO of this international bank with over 7500 employees, was a true believer of Diversity, & in creating a thriving Inclusive culture.

Typically, the impression was that the bank was an inclusive place as outsiders would be greeted with diverse people working together, a lot of camaraderie, and happy faces

In reality, this was a half-truth & superficial.

The CEO knew that because his challenges started with male-dominated top management with rigid ideas on D&I.

This attitude percolated to employees who were rooted in bias around gender, generational, and culture.

Adding to the list of woes were the women employees who had adopted a “suffer in silence” stand.

It was in this background that the CEO guided by his inner compass & belief embarked on the DEI journey along with experts & few believers from the system.

The unfolding began with deep diagnostics to understand the depth of bias seeding & beliefs.

All were surprised by the findings around gender, generation & cultural aspects.

At the Top Management level: No buy-in that an inclusive culture is needed, no perceived benefits felt, lip service, etc.

At the Employees level:   

 Gender: language, imagery, gossip, attire, name-calling, slang terminology

 Generational: Prejudices, Bias, exclusion

 Cultural: not international but regional, sharp silos based on ethnicity, food choices, etc.

The diagnostics got people heckled & rumors’ flew thick and fast that men were going to be sacked, women would be given preference and major changes were in the pipeline. Interestingly the women employees got targeted & joined the murmurs of anxiety & unhappiness.

It was shocking to see how well-educated people from metros were unaware of the repercussions of their bias/ prejudices/non-inclusive behaviours

The CEO knew he had to have his management teams BUY IN first and coevolve the actions needed.

Study of the data threw up a common root: bias/ prejudice/ perceptions/

Addressing the BIAS story, without ruffling feathers was the next chosen step.

As bias is a sensitive topic the medium of “Interactive Theatre, uses professional and well-known TV artists playing real work-related scenarios, moving to introspection & conversations.

Random association, creativity, out of the box thinking are great tool to address the challenging left brained thought processes

These sessions moved from data rejection – denial – may be – possible – yes happens- reflection – now what next.

Five hundred employees participated in this DRAMA to REAL awareness sessions.

The real work started post the drama series, 100 catalysts of change were identified, to ensure leaders demonstrated new behaviors at the workplace. Deviations were dealt with gently but firmly.

The hero of this seeding of a bias-free culture of inclusion was the CEO, who stood his ground firmly despite strong opposition.

So once again it proves that if you believe in something with passion & commitment, it is possible to light a fire.

[iwannaban0nym0us]

time for a ramblely post about my life because i'm actually really happy rn

so my partner holy shit they're so amazing i don't even know how to explain it but everything they do just proves how incredible they are,, like we haven't said "i love you" to each other but i feel 100x more loved by them they i ever did by my ex who must have told me they loved me at least 100 times

ok btw i have no idea where this post is gonna go it's probably just gonna be a bunch of random thoughts all lumped together

so uh the reason i've been fairly inactive lately is because it's robotics comp season! Our first comp was last weekend meaning that the week leading up to it I was super busy trying to help get all the things to work (they still didn't lol) friday and saturday were insanely long days that were fun but also so tiring

we barely got things working in time on friday to clear inspection and make it to one practice match and then on saturday we had the worst possible schedule (first match of the day, a random match, last match before lunch, then 2 10min turn arounds, and then last match of the day) the most stressful part of the day was when in the last match before lunch we overextended our arm, pulled out all of the electronics, broke the extension spool, and got 25 penalty points. we spent lunch trying to fix all of that and also change out wheels (we didn't have a chance before because of our shit schedule) and also someone thought it would be a good idea to swap intakes but then we had to unswap intakes because the new one was too big and then the two very fast turn arounds after that were hella stressful

we actually ended up wining our last match of the day tho and i'm very proud of that since i took lead on the strategy talk before the match

then sunday we had a better match schedule and won one lost one so we ended quals 39/42 and therefore didn't go to playoffs, and me being the so so smart person that I am decided that since the other goalie was out sick it would be a great idea to go to my soccer game that afternoon (after 2.5 long tiring days of robotics)

And so I did and by the end of the game i felt like i was gonna fall asleep and i don't know how i managed to make several good saves and we only lost 5-0 (2 of their goals were super lucky tho) I am really glad i went since i got to see an ex-teammate and teammate who might quit the team soon for running and i hadn't seen either of them since last season

this week i've had a bit more time and monday i was so so so tired that during my freeblock which i usually use for hw since i have no free time i just hung out w/ my partner and was like half asleep the whole time, me and my partner also skipped an assembly on burnout because we were both too tired (they had a vaulting comp at the same time as my robotics comp) also tuesday i skipped soccer because of the weather so i got a whole afternoon off

over the next 2 weeks i'm only gonna have 5 days of school because we get next wed-fri off for conferences and then i'm at robotics the following thurs-sat which i think is kinda funny

uh anyway shifting gears,,, thursday i had my gender and sexuality class w/ my ex and since the teacher was out we spent the whole time in small groups talking about quotes from our hw reading and I ended up w/ a friend and my ex and ofc my ex felt the need to read out each of the quotes which normally would be like whatever but for some reason that day i just could not deal w/ their voice or their strong opinions on stupid things

there was one point where their voice had gotten to me so much that i just kinda zoned out and then they had the audacity to ask me if I was ok and that threw me for a fucking loop because when we were dating the only time they would notice something was off was when i was tired not when something was actually going on, like the day where they caused me to have a mental breakdown i was very clearly not ok that afternoon and they didn't say a single thing despite us having class together and so for them to say something now despite me having made it clear we're not friends ??????????

also i was in this state where I was torn between why does their voice still hurt me so fucking much and why don't i hate them more they did some really shitty things to me and i'm just so confused how i can feel both of those things about them and aaaa i just want them to go away

ok this has gotten long enough and i have some things i need to do so i'll probably reblog this later to talk about yesterday :)

#me #personal #ex #girlfriend #partner #ex-grayfriend #robotics #soccer

[tokrev-roses]

Cool Cool Boy

although you are happy with your love, your ex-boyfriend wants to be a part of your life again. jealous boyfriends and phones involved + NSFW (original request)

🖋Genre: Smut (Mikey, Draken Chifuyu), Fluff (Baji)

⚠️Warnings: 18+ for everyone but Baji, description of the female body and sexual acts, bad writing/grammar/spelling

👥Characters: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji

❧ Keisuke Baji

Fancy dates are not his thing

It was not only that he had a budget, being a middle schooler and everything, he also simply didn’t vibe with it

But it was your anniversary, so he saved up all his pocket money and tried to behave so mama Baji would let him out

Cue to him waiting in front of a popular restaurant for young couples, wearing his edgy street clothes

And to both of your surprise, everything went smoothly

He excused himself to the restroom for a sec, and while you were waiting at your table, daydreaming about the beauty of this evening, someone sat down on Keisuke’s chair

You turned towards the person, fully expecting to see your boyfriend, but were met with a less than pleasant view. Your ex-boyfriend greeted you with a satisfied smirk.

“Enjoying yourself, y/n? You know, I always thought you were one of those girls who loved fancy stuff, considering how much you loved our dates and my presents. That you’d settle for someone who is unable to offer you more than this…” He made a derogatory gesture towards the other tables.

This was no high-end restaurant with view over the Tokyo skyline, but it was Baji who put a lot of effort into this, and it meant more to you than anything else

As you were about to respond, a shadow towered over your ex

“What do you think you are doing her punk?”

“This is the trash you left me for, y/n?”

As he was about to laugh, Baji seized him by the collar, lifted him up, and threw him away like actual trash

Knowing Keisuke, you tried to stop the enraged berserker he was about to turn into. No need for a brawl in the middle of a restaurant

You managed to calm him, nonetheless the manager kindly asked all three of you to leave

Keisuke kept quiet on your way home. You knew why. He actually wanted everything to be perfect, to show you how much you meant to him and it was ruined by his temper and a slimy asshole

„♪Kei-Su-Ke♪“, you poked the dimples of your grumpy boyfriend. “I loved this evening. Minus that idiot, but that was none of your fault.”

“Hm.”

He kept walking.

Ok, you’d have to bring the big guns in

With two big steps you were behind him to give him the strongest back hug possible

“Ya, you punk. Wanna pick a fight?”, your effort to imitate his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“As if a small fry like you could win against me.”

With that you knew the ice was broken. What you didn’t expect was him turning around fast as lightening, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

You tried to scream but it ended in heartful laughter

A perfect anniversary indeed.

❧ Manjiro Sano

(Future!Mikey, Dark-Haired)

King of jealousy and most possessive out of all the boys, so you can imagine his reaction as you told him your ex-boyfriend visited you at work

The mood instantly shifted

“Come on, Manjiro. He didn’t ask me to marry him or anything.”

This joke was not appreciated by him, and he stayed broody for the rest of the evening

You should have known that he was up to something as he suddenly became very touchy with you, but you pinned it on his neediness

Things got even stranger when he didn’t let you touch or pleasure him, but instead kept making you feel like wax between his fingers

It wasn’t just the way he abused your neck with longing kisses or how he caressed the sides of your body with featherlight touches as he made his way downwards. Not the way he fondled your breasts with the utmost care, kissing and sucking your nipples until you couldn’t keep your whimpers from spilling.

The satisfied smile he gave you as you made the first sound should have shown you that there was more to it, but you were so lost in pleasure, that you really didn’t care

Things got worse (or better) for you as he reached your most intimate spot

If he was skilled at pleasuring you before, he was a god at doing so today.

White pleasure blinded you as his velvet tongue explored every part of you. Every moan and whimper you gave him was met with a pleased hum that vibrated through your body.

When you couldn’t stop your own need from feeling every part of him on you, you used your hands in his dark hair to push him closer to you.

Instead of understanding your silent plea like he usually would, he just kept going and going until your vision got blurred by tears and your voice was hoarse.

Only then he let you go, mumbling something you were too tired to understand.

You slept well that night, with Mikey hugging you loke a koala

It was only when you looked at your phone the next morning, that you realized what he had done.

A chat with your ex-boyfriend, who must have written you last evening about going out for dinner, cough your eye. Your answer, which you definitely didn’t send, consisted of a 30 second audio.

Innocent you played it, of course, and it took you a second to realize what exactly you were hearing.

That was you. You, moaning in ecstasy. You were frozen in place an listened all the way through it

The audio ended with a raspy voice you knew all too well

“She is busy with me.”

❧ Ken Ryuguji

Your phone was broken.

It did not show you, who tried to call you and called people you never meant to call. That’s why instead of putting it in your pockets, it usually laid somewhere beside you. Like today as you were cooking dinner for your finance who was about to come home from his bike shop very soon

The last days had been a bit stressful, he had a lot to do, couldn’t spend any time with you and you went to meet your ex-boyfriend for coffee, as he himself was about to get married soon

Ken tried to be understanding, but the amount of your time this past fling consumed annoyed him

That’s why he wanted to make up for lost time this evening

He didn’t hesitate when he saw you standing in the kitchen, stirring something in a pan and looking so perfect

On swift move and the giant had placed you on the counter, standing between your spread legs, face buried in your neck

“Well, someone seems eager.”

He wasn’t willing to waste time with your teasing but begun to assault your lips

Heavy breathing filled the room as he cupped your chin with one hand and tried to get rid of your clothes with the other

Your bodies soon met with a pleasurable sensation, moving in synch.

You held on to him like your life depended on it, ankles hooked behind his back

He wasn’t one to moan, but his heavy breathing had something so unexplainable erotic to it, that it made up for the missing foreplay

One couldn’t be without the other and if it wouldn’t have been for the laws of nature, you would have said that your brains your hearts and your pleasure became one

Sweat made the counter slippery, and your voice became raspy as you finally reached your high together

“Well, hello there.” You could literally hear the smirk on his lips as he said this.

“…hello?”

You thought you were hallucination from your post-orgasmic bliss as you heard another voice talking to the both of you. But Ken’s shocked face as he looked towards your phone woke you up

It couldn’t be that your phone called your ex-boyfriend, right?

Right??  

❧ Chifuyu Matsuno

It’s not like Chifuyu needs your attention all the time, but he kinda needs it when he wants it you know?

And today he really needed it

He had given the shop into the hands of his partner, Kazutora, to spend some time with you, as a surprise

The thing with surprises was, that they usually came at the worst times

His mood went downwards as he came home and instead of giving him a confused hug, asking him why he was home already, you were on the phone with god knows whom

He thought you’d end the call soon, so he gave you some space, but as you kept laughing 30 minutes after he arrived, he got annoyed, to say the least.

He didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation, but your constant laughter, bickering and smiling made him…curious

It seemed like your former high school sweetheart had called to “remember the good old times”, and although it wasn’t like him at all, he slowly but surely felt anger bubbling inside of him.

You had settled for the couch, and although the other party was on the phone, he felt the need to touch you, so he laid down between your legs, head resting on your stomach

You, of course, noticed the sour mood hanging in the air (not just because he followed you around like a lost puppy while you were phoning this old friend of yours)

So you petted his hair, knowing it would calm him

But the time for appeasement was over, at least for Chifuyu. He knew that you knew that he wanted you to hang up, yet you didn’t

It started as an innocent kiss on your stomach, which you answered with a silent chuckle, shaking your hand to signal him to stop

That he ignored it would be an understatement

Something you realised as he started caressing your intimate part through your clothes

As your friend on the other side was continuing to tell you about his life, your attention was captured by the innocent puppy-dog eyes your boyfriend gave you as he got rid of the annoying layers keeping him from feeling you

He began giving you kitten licks, that literally took your breath away. Good for you, the other man didn’t notice

Chifuyu, that devil, knew what he was doing, keeping eye contact with you while doing the most sinful things to you

It got worse as he took your pearl between his soft lips and started sucking

You had to press your fist on your mouth to keep any sound from spilling

He continued his assault with a steady pace, and you wanted him to stop as much as you wanted him to continue

“Y/n, are you still there?”

You hadn’t noticed that the excited voice on the phone had stopped

Faster than you could react, Chifuyu had snatched your phone away from you.

His breath tickled your now wet parts as he answered

“Something came up just now, and she needs to come. Try again, pal.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo manji revengers #draken x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x reader #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #baji x reader #keisuke baji x reader #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo revengers draken #tokyo revengers chifuyu

[talesofbirbal]

The Fattening

This story is written by me and was originally posted to the Bellybuilders website under the pen name "Pintoupes". It is reproduced here, having undergone a light edit.

David turned the speed on the running machine up to the furthest level he could possibly take, trying to burn off all the feelings of hurt and confusion which had been troubling him for the last few days. He often threw himself into excruciating exercise when he had something on his mind.

David had just broken up with his smarmy boyfriend, Eric, a 23-year old Greek god of a man whom all of the girls, and more than a few of the boys, fantasised about getting off with. All of the flattery Eric received had gone to his head badly and came out in the cruel, insensitive way he treated David, regularly ignoring David when other people were present, expecting him to go out of his way all the time to suit whatever Eric's own fleeting conveniences were.

For a long time David had put up with shit which he couldn't imagine tolerating from anybody else, but as his partner became increasingly cold and rude to him, David finally confronted his arrogant boyfriend about it, to which Eric responded by dumping him there and then, admitting to six infidelities which David had long suspected but did not want to believe. Such a sudden break-up would not have been all that bad, given Eric's awful treatment, but having become so infatuated with Eric that he lost touch with the few friends he had before, David now found all of his friends were in fact really Eric's friends, and none of Eric's "fan club" now wanted to have anything to do with David.

Thinking about how desperately lonely and resentful he felt, suddenly David found himself flying through the air and landed with a thud against the wall, bruising his leg. After a moment, he realized the running machine was going a bit fast, and he hadn't been paying attention, his mind dwelling on Eric and the break-up.

"What are you doing here, you peeping perv?" roared a voice.

Dan, one of Eric's muscle-head friends, was standing over David.

Everybody turned around, and the supervisor gave Dan an irritated look.

David got up.

"Go away, Dan."

"You're here spying on Eric aren't you, you little cock-sucker?"

"Shut up."

"He's told me all about you. I can tell what you are by the way you look at us. Well, we don't want your type around here."

Infuriated as he felt, David did not have the energy for arguing with one of Eric's idiot friends. Glancing around, he saw Eric standing next to one of the weight machines. Eric noticed him instantly and walked towards David, thankfully getting Dan out of the way.

"Look, I don't want you anywhere near me, I've told you," Eric snarled.

"What's your problem? I am here using the gym. If you have a problem with that, go somewhere else."

Eric grabbed David's bag next to the running machine and hurled it out of the door. David felt like hitting him but was so emotionally exhausted, he just walked out. When he got home, he just went to his bedroom and cried.

The next two weeks were hell, but David could now really see what a truly nasty piece of work Eric was and, with that, he stopped mourning the end of the relationship. Instead, he threw himself more into the job he'd got at a local estate agent, slowly earning the respect of his colleagues and clients, so much so that over a period of six months, he was promoted twice and on better money than ever before. He'd also managed to rekindle friendships with some of the people he had lost touch with when he met Eric, and over time, David generally sorted himself out.

In fact, everything in David's life would have been almost perfect, if it hadn't been for one small thing. After the incident in the gym, David had generally avoided the place, and his old exercise regimen had all but vanished. Compounding this, in part due to work, he found himself making more and more use of fast-food takeaways, all of which together had gradually taken a toll on his figure. He was only twenty years old but fast came to realise he'd now have to start working for the 'boy band' figure he had always taken for granted. At 5'10", his weight which had always been under 160 pounds, had gone up to 176, and although some people commented that he looked stockier, some even enquiring if he was going to the gym more, David knew that, underneath his clothes, he was becoming a lot softer. Although he didn't really have the time or motivation to go to the gym again, he vowed to cut down on the takeaways, beer, and the variety of sweet foods -chocolates, donuts and other cakes - with which lately he had taken to indulging himself.

Then, just as all appeared to be going right in his life again, another shock: David discovered his landlord was going to sell the house, and he would have to be moving out soon. Fortunately what had threatened to be a very difficult accommodation-searching exercise was avoided when his friend Sarah told him that, in the house where her ex-boyfriend Joey was living, someone had just left and Joey was looking for a good lodger.

"I'll put in a good word for you. I'm sure you'll get on well with Joey", she said smiling.

So David moved in there, a house with Joey and two other people, a very tidy place with more space than David had before at a rent which wasn't bad at all. Before long though, he realised he was developing a pretty big crush on Joey, whom Sarah had told him about. He couldn't quite pin it down. Joey wasn't model material like Eric had been. He was older, about 25, short-ish, very slim, and though his nose was slightly crooked and he had a bit of an acne problem which got bad from time-to-time, there was something impishly charming about him - his looks, his behaviour, how he moved, how he talked - which David found irresistible.

"He's straight though," thought David gloomily, realising that no one in the house knew David was gay, since he hadn't gone out or had sex for ages and was beginning to feel horny and frustrated. Quickies in the toilet cubicle were something he disdained, but he wondered how long he'd go before he'd have to go out and relieve his suppressed appetites.

He looked at himself in the mirror. "I don't think I'm as attractive as I was," he said to himself, depressed at the idea his weight had just tipped 200 pounds, looking at the slight belly which he had been hiding underneath his trousers and which was now too big to conceal. David had noticed his pants getting tighter and tighter, and he'd had to buy some new pairs the previous week. In fact, the other day he was using the shower and caught himself in the mirror on the other side of the wall and couldn't believe how his body looked. Where before his chest had looked hard and lean, now it was soft and he had developed curves which made him cringe. When he tried to jiggle his pecs, as he often proudly used to do, he noticed that they'd become soft, round and pointy, almost like a woman's. It felt humiliating. So, in thinking about his prospects of finding a guy again, he felt downhearted.

More and more David fantasised about Joey, laying in bed at night and wishing he was cuddled up next to him. Then he felt guilty and desperate, but he didn't care. "It's only harmless," he thought. Indeed, Joey seemed so cheerful and chirpy all the time that it really brightened up the evenings, and David found it delightful that Joey seemed to single him out for attention, always bringing him into the conversation and joking around with him.

Joey had even gotten into the habit of doing David's cooking for him most nights, although Joey was a vegan and so had to do his own cooking separately. He was just that sort of guy, always eager to please, and please David he did, with big meals, invariably smothered with thick gravy and big dollops of everything. He seemed to know that other people ate more than he did and so when cooking he always dished out things until people protested. Being slightly shy and with a healthier appetite than ever before, David often failed to raise the warning flag, relishing the little ritual as the only form of affection from Joey he could enjoy

David's diet went to pot. Dinners were more calorie-packed than ever, and the routine of snacking he got into during the day now felt almost impossible to break out of. He loved his food, and whenever he was without a snack for more than a few hours he got cravings for them of such intensity that they distracted him from whatever he was doing and gave him a headache, to the point that people at work were beginning to notice how he was forever popping to the sweets machine for a quick bar of chocolate or bag of crisps.

"You're eating whenever I see you," his female boss smirkingly observed one day, satisfied that she had lost three stones and was beginning to look like Demi Moore, whilst David, the man with the looks, the talk of the office, was porking up. A few days earlier, David had jokingly flirted with her, and she caused him immense embarrassment in front of his (mainly male) colleagues by poking him gently in the tummy and jibing "I'm not sure you're in condition for a session with me!" It was a little nasty, but David took it in good humour.

"So I'm a bit fat," he rationalised. "It's not the end of the world."

Over the next few months though, David failed to stem the erosion of his athletic body into an increasingly flabby figure, a process too difficult to stop now. Work was so often boring, and munching on snacks was the only way to keep sane, so that chomping on a Mars Bar had become as addictive to him as lighting a cigarette was for a smoker. And at home, Joey's meals were becoming more and more grandiose as well, having acquired an interest in Italian, Indian, Greek and Chinese cooking, which David thought very strange, considering Joey never ate meat.

All in all, David couldn't stop thinking of Joey and how gorgeous he was, and it, too, was becoming embarrassing. David sometimes found himself staring at him whenever he had the opportunity, and he was sure at least one of the other lodgers had noticed! Just hearing his voice gave David a warm feeling. A lot of people would think Joey was ugly because of his spots and his nose being a little out-of-joint, but to David all his little faults just made him even more enchanting, kind of vulnerable but with a confident air about him, very slim but perfectly proportioned, like a doll. David took advantage of every opportunity to look at Joey when he would walk around after a bath or changing his shirt, exposing the hard and toned body.

What a contrast to the ever mounting piles of flab smothered over David's ex-jock body, the round and plumped-out ass, the big sloppy tits hanging down the top of his chest, the porky child-bearing thighs, and the bloated, round belly which hung embarrassingly around his waist! David jerked his cock up and down in a fast-paced rhythm, imagining Joey's lithe little hands manipulating every square inch of his big body and leading him to an animalistic climax of sexual frenzy. He moaned, as thick boy juices exploded out of his untameable cock, and flung flat out on the bed, exhausted and dripping with sweat, he watched serenely as his over-worked cock experienced after-shocks for what seemed like hours, rising softly up and down from behind the hillside landscape of a rounded belly splattered with cum, sending him wave after wave of soothing pleasure.

After recovering his energy, David began to glide his hands over his body, feeling how soft it was becoming. Being fat was actually quite a turn on. The size made him feel powerful, and he was amazed how sensitive his newly-made flesh was to being touched, massaged, pinched and squeezed. How erotic it would be to have someone working all over his body, able to reach the places he can't reach, touch him in new and unpredictable ways and places, keeping alive all the orgasmic sensations whilst he would otherwise be too fat and tired to keep up the pace,

"I want to have a proper look at myself," David said to himself, but the only mirror in his bedroom was a tiny one for shaving. "Well there's one in the spare bedroom…and nobody else is in the house at the moment, it's my day off. Joey should be at work and others are away."

Wearing just a pair of pants, David tip-toed to the spare bedroom at the end of the hall, excited that his big erection was so prominent, and when he stood in front of the big mirror which promised to give him a full view, he gasped. "Wow!" David couldn't believe the size his belly had gotten to. He posed at all different angles to see his new body, getting himself hotter and hotter.

"This flab is so cute," David thought, running his fingers slowly down the curve between his navel and his groin, wishing that his fingers could be Joey's sweet lips. As for his butt, it was awesome, almost like having another two little squashed-up bellies on the other side. Turning his back to the mirror, and craning his head to look at it, he slowly lowered his pants. The display was so titillating he began to feel the urge to start masturbating again, but he disciplined himself to continue the slow drawing down of his pants, revealing two gorgeous mounds of soft baby-fat squeezed together like two oranges in a blender. He turned around again to have another look at his belly to see if it was just as shapely, and discovered that just by wobbling it, his cock was jiggled by his swaying fatpad.

However, at that moment the sound of the front door opening was heard. "Oh shit!" David murmured to himself.

"Are you sure you don't mind, it must have been expensive," came the voice of Rebecca, a lodger leaving the house today from downstairs.

"Oh yes, you're quite welcome to it. It won't fit in my room anyway," came the voice of Joey from the same place.

"It's a lovely mirror..."

David looked about himself. He had no clothes, save his pants, and there was nothing in the room to cover himself with. They were coming up the stairs to take the mirror!

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!"

The sound of footsteps came up the stairs.

"These stairs are creaky," remarked Rebecca.

"Yes. Do you notice you can always tell when David is going up or down them? He's gotten so fat! It's bang, bang, bang, bang!" he heard Joey say.

David dashed out of the spare bedroom, deciding the least embarrassing option was to run out into the hall and make it look as though he had just got out of the bath and was heading towards his bedroom, having neglected to dress because he thought he was alone in the house.

"Ooooohhh" squealed Rebecca, evidently shocked.

David felt like a shiver looking for a spine to run up.

Joey's eyes widened and he looked startled, then he burst out laughing.

"Oh, David, I'm sorry…umm."

"Sorry…I didn't think anyone was in," mumbled David sheepishly, whilst walking as fast as he could into his bedroom and then closing the door.

When he got inside he realised that his tight pants had partially rolled up into his butt crack, and half of one of his buttocks was exposed. He blushed and started to breathe profusely, hardly believing how he could have been so stupid to get into that situation. Deeper down though, he felt kind of excited that Joey had seen him naked. Ever since he'd started putting on weight he'd been too shy to walk around shirtless the way Joey did, but now the taboo had been involuntarily broken.

That evening, David weighed himself, and was startled when the scales didn't stop until they read 268 pounds. "I've really packed it on," he mumbled, and to his surprise a throbbing sensation shot up his cock. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I kinda love all this fat but who's gonna want me looking like this?" he mused as he cupped his fatboy tits with his chubby palms.

A few nights later, in the evening, Joey and David were alone in the living room because one lodger had left and the other was out. Joey seemed to be cooking a big meal.

"I don't really feel like eating a lot tonight," said David shyly.

"Awwww. What's wrong, Davey? You not feeling well?" crooned Joey in an almost motherly way which made David feel guilty for turning down his poor little darling's cooking.

"Well…I'm a bit big, y'see…."

Joey grinned broadly. David absolutely adored his smile and wished he could jump on top of him there and then! Joey walked to behind the couch, where David was sitting, and placed his hands around David's neck and shoulders, massaging them gently. David felt in heaven.

"You're a big boy! We can't have you missing out on meals, you need them."

"But look how fat I am!" wailed David.

"I don't think you're fat," Joey soothed.

"Don't kid me!"

"I'm not."

"C'mon, you saw me yesterday!"

There was then a pause, and the two giggled.

"Okay, yes, you have kind of filled out a bit," Joey admitted. "But you're not fat."

"Look," shrieked David, lifting his shirt up about five inches.

Joey walked around to the front of the sofa to study the naked flesh.

"Yes, I can see my cooking has had an impact there," he whispered mischievously, playfully stroking the hairs around David's belly button with his little finger.

David began to feel aroused, and loved the way Joey's wild eyes seemed to be scrutinising the shape of his body with the single-mindedness that a man sizes up a woman's breasts. He kept wondering if his erection would become too obvious. Being examined by Joey this way was so erotic!

"You seem to find this very interesting," giggled David, touching his belly with his right hand and then placing it on the arm of the sofa, allowing the shirt to drop down again, ending the show.

"Boy, I didn't realise you'd become such a piggy," Joey chortled.

"It's your fault, it's your cooking!"

"Yes, well…"

"What?"

"It's a real privilege cooking for a fat boy," he murmured, then ruffled David's dark hair and lightly pinched his double chin.

"Am I your favourite fat boy then?" asked David jokingly but hopefully.

"My prize piggy."

"Oink! Oink."

They both laughed.

"Now you sit there and let me get you some dinner," Joey said in a mock schoolteacher voice, prodding David's belly with one hand and his left tit with the other, as though forcing him back into the chair.

David felt a really warm feeling running through him after that. Joey returned a short while later with some sort of little lasagne thing for himself and a very large plate with a massive pizza on it for David. David looked flabbergasted!

"I can't eat all that!" he protested.

"I reckon you can, with an appetite yours!" coaxed Joey, tapping David provocatively on the thigh.

David got hard immediately, and began to think maybe his fantasy would come true and Joey was interested in him.

"How comes I get these great big meals and you hardly eat anything?"

"'Cos you're a fat boy and I've got a figure to maintain!"

"Skinny tyke!"

"I've been working out a lot," protested Joey.

To David's delight, Joey then pulled off his t-shirt, revealing that he had been working out quite a lot and had become more muscular than David had imagined. David couldn't believe it, and couldn't keep his eyes off Joey's body. His shoulders were broader and stronger, he was even developing pecs, and his abs were so sexy David wishes he could lick cream off them.

"You're in shape," David remarked, feeling somewhat taken aback.

Joey laughed, and seemed to be slightly embarrassed after his display of bravado. He put his t-shirt back on. They started chatting.

"People keep saying I'm gay because I act sort of camp," Joey remarked at one point.

"And are you?" asked David, unwilling to let the opportunity pass by.

"Do you think I am?" Joey blurted out.

David felt embarrassed and wasn't sure what to say.

"I don't think there's anything wrong if you are."

"Maybe I've gone with a few lads."

"Well, so have I."

There was a pause. Then Joey started giggling, and said it was funny that there were two poofs living together not knowing about each other. Then they started talking about sex, Joey asking David how often he got it. David admitted it had been a while, and he didn't feel very confident at the moment because his last partner had been so cruel and now he'd put on lots of weight. While he was talking, Joey leaned across the sofa and kissed David on the forehead.

David moved up closer to Joey.

"You're gorgeous Joey. I've liked you for ages."

"Come here to me," Joey whispered in a voice David found incredibly sweet and seductive.

David allowed Joey to push his chest onto Joey's lap. They then kissed passionately, Joey getting David's body aroused with slow strokes of his hand along his hands, arms, neck, face, hair, then down his chest, around his tits, teasing out the rolls of fat beneath them, around his saggy tummy, then a massage of his underbelly which made David hornier than ever, tracing voluptuously along the contours of his thighs and bum. David was in ecstasy, barely noticing as Joey undid his shirt for him in a couple of seconds, his belly and nipples being manipulated by Joey's experienced hands which seemed to know exactly how to pleasure a fat boy in ways he hadn't even explored himself. This was the first time David had been with a guy after putting on weight, and boy did Joey know how to make him feel fat! Joey couldn't keep his hands off all the soft flesh, and found it deliciously arousing when David blushed as Joey's masterful movements heightened his body consciousness, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.

"You're the sexiest boy I've ever known!" Joey cooed to him. "I love fat boys like you, I love teasing and exciting them, getting them get horny! You don't know how much I've loved seeing you get so fat like this!"

David felt mightily turned on by how Joey seemed to adore his flab in the same way that he himself found it so sexy in his private moment. For such a small guy Joey was remarkably in control of the situation, treating David like a puppy dog, and he did everything imaginable to David's belly, the area of his body that had been the focus of David's own erotic attention for the last months. David felt more turned on than he had ever been in his life when Joey lifted up his shirt and began to rub his hard and smooth chest over his blubbery belly, teasing him about being a "gorgeous fat slob" at the same time.

Noticing David's hard-on, Joey unplucked David's button and zip, exposing a trembling column of flesh cloaked by the thin fabric of a pair of pants which clung tightly around a shapely pair of thighs. He gently teased it with two of his fingers, then massaged it, first torturously slowly, then faster and faster and faster.

After some teasing, Joey swiftly and gracefully slipped off David's trousers, allowing him to view his lardy stud in just his pants for the second time. He thrust his head down towards David's crotch. The erection was sticking out prominently, and David prayed Joey would relieve him with his beautiful thick lips which had proved so adept at pleasuring other areas of his body. Joey stuck his fingers playfully into David's pants like a kid dipping his finger into a cake, stroking David's balls and sliding his finger erotically up his cock. Going one step further, he pulled up David's pants half an inch over his thighs, and began tenderly and methodically licking David's huge, round balls, sending shockwaves of ecstasy.

"Please, do me!" David begged, his cock aching badly.

Joey beamed at David kindly, and pulled David's pants down, getting a good feel of his huge ass as he did so. He proceeded to jerk David off with one hand, alternating the other hand between rubbing his belly and massaging his sweaty balls, at a frustratingly slow pace at first, because like a sadistic torturer from the medieval ages, Joey got off on postponing the final climactic moment for as long as possible and observing his subject writhe in anticipation. Joey's nimble and dexterous hands were able to switch smoothly between gears of speed ranging between turbo and ultra-slow, taking David right upto the brink of cumming then holding him there, again and again and again.

"You're so fucking gorgeous! Look how fat you are? Do you like being my fat boy now, yeah?"

David was breathing, panting and sweating so heavily he could barely respond, but Joey's teasing voice and his total mastery of David's sexual response made the fat boy hornier and keener to please than he'd ever been. As Joey bent his neck down and opened his lips with a devastating smile, David couldn't take anymore, and his cock spewed out a stream of juicy white cum which he thought would never stop flowing.

Joey listened to his housemate howl with uncontrollable pleasure, and gazed at the blubbery lad he'd seen go from muscle hunk to slob and had fantasised about for so long. The sight of David's belly smothered with glistening cum, naked in front of his eyes, unable to hide its size or piggish indignity, heaving frantically up and down to the tune of David's breathlessness, sent a hundred wild thoughts through Joey's sexual imagination. He couldn't stop himself. Roughly grabbing David's love handles and shoulders, he rolled him onto his back like a roll of dough and surveyed the startled lump of flesh before him. He prodded his finger into David's ass and greedily squeezed his round ass cheeks. The sight of it brought out a "fuck instinct' in Joey which he'd never felt before but was now overpowering.

"I want to fuck your fat ass," he bawled.

Tired and dizzy already, before David knew it, his wide curvaceous thighs were being stretched wider than he'd thought possible, then he felt his wet and wobbling belly dragged upwards, and in an instant, Joey was inside him, fucking the hell out of him. He felt Joey's cock rubbing against his bum fat, his hands greedily and roughly gripping his belly, and making his tits wobble so fast they hurt. David felt a roaring pain inside his ass and he felt like screaming. He'd never let Eric or anyone else do this to him, but he'd let Joey do anything, and besides, with Joey in this red heat, it didn't seem like anything could stop him. The pain subsided into pleasures David had never experienced or imagined, and he begged his lover to fuck him harder. Joey obliged like a man possessed, the smack, smack, smack, smack of Joey's crotch thumping against David's quivering, beachball backside, turning them both on even more. As he picked up the pace of his fucking, he started to moan unrestrainedly when his cock spurted out its sweet juice, like a ripe peach, into David's tight boyhole.

After this ecstasy, they both lay shattered for a time, but for the sake of respectability, eventually retired to Joey's bedroom, where they just kissed and cuddled each other all evening, teasing each other and chatting.

"I'd love you to carry on getting fatter," Joey told David, fiddling his lover's nipples and caressing his belly.

"Really?" asked David. He'd been thinking of this stuff for a while now but it seemed too weird to talk to anybody about.

"Yes. And the fatter you get the more horny I'm gonna make you!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What do I have to do then?"

"Just carry on letting me cook for you," Joey said with a grin. "And forget all those ideas about dieting and become a muscle boy anymore. You've had all that. From now on you're a fat boy. Eat whenever you want to, whatever you want!"

So from then on, David trained himself not to feel guilty about stuffing himself whenever he wanted to, and true to Joey's word, sex got hotter and hotter for both of them as the pounds crept onto David. People at work and friends made lots of jokes and snide comments, but David didn't mind; it made him feel even sexier. Joey liked holding what he called "feeding sessions" with David, coaxing him to eat loads of food. David's belly got so full it hurt, but Joey's gentle voice, belly-massaging and persuasive cock-teasing always encouraged him to eat more than he had managed the previous occasion, until four months later, he had grown to a really fat 320 pounds. True, he couldn't take things quite as fast as he once had, but it was more than worth it, for, as his body got bigger it became increasingly apparent, to Joey's great amusement, that his cock was looking less and less significant. This was a great turn on for Joey, who felt an enormous sense of power in being able to make his hulk of a lover pant and sweat and moan by giving his attention to just one small and diminishing lever of his massive body, as if he were in charge of driving a giant oil tanker.

One day David's friend and Joey's ex, Sarah, came to visit. For David it was a strange experience because the pair of them seemed to be giggling a great deal, as if they knew something he didn't. They ended up telling the story that when they were partners they had a fantasy about making another man fat, and that after Eric had been so cruel to David, Sarah had pointed them both out to Joey outside the gym, and told Joey to try and make Eric really fat to teach him a lesson.

David found this very strange, and wasn't sure whether to feel angry or to burst out laughing.

"Why did you do me then," David asked.

Sarah burst out laughing.

"He got the wrong one!" she guffawed. "He thought you were him."

Joey blushed bright red.

"You bastard!"

"Well actually, I thought you were by far the cutest and nicest of the pair," Joey explained.

"And you wouldn't believe what's happened to Eric…," Sarah continued.

"What," enquired David.

"He's my partner now."

"You're with that cunt?"

"I've done better with him than Joey has with you."

"What are you talking about?" Joey snapped.

"He's fucking 400 pounds!" she cried, and they all burst out laughing.

David couldn't believe that, but a week later, they all went out for a meal, Joey and David, Sarah and Eric, and it turned out indeed that Eric had totally transmogrified into an amazingly obese pig! David felt a cruel sense of satisfaction from that, though he knew Eric was probably enjoying the same sinfully sensuous rewards from the vice of gluttony that he was himself.

"So," said Joey when they got home, "Do you fancy getting as big as Eric?"

"Bigger!"

On that note Joey leaned over to kiss his boyfriend, and they were all over each other just like they had been on that first night. As he felt David's cock melting in his ass, his tits hardening in his mouth, his hefty rolls of flab gliding through his fingers, and his plump pink palms caressing his cock, Joey felt more satisfied than ever.

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[harrysgoldenline]

can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

ALSO PLEASE READ THIS!!

I was wondering what people would think about me doing personalized little blurbs/imagines for people who donate to my tip jar? you could give me your name, prompt, pronouns, etc and i will write it just for you!! :) i’m trying to write more and it’s hard bc i’m a broke college student who needs to work but if people who WANT a personalized little fic with bucky or harry or something with their own name and such maybe I could do something like that? of course I will still be doing all normal requests and such but this way it’s kinda like a one time patreon for people who want to do something like that? idk please comment/send me a message/ask and let me know what you think!!!! let’s talk!

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[animefreak1145]

The Brilliance of Break On Through

Call of Duty: Black Ops Cold War Mission Break on Through—An Analysis

I have replayed the campaign of COD:BOCW numerous times—too many times truly. Did a whole playthrough where it was Hardened and soon I’m sure I shall do Veteran(something I have never done for any COD game. Not even Hardened.).

All missions have their own unique qualities—parts where the player gets a little rush of adrenaline depending on the kind of mission and how they choose to play it (Nowhere Left to Run just a plain shooting match while Brick in the Wall you can choose to remain stealthy like the good spy you are or go crazy like an eager homicidal maniac).

Even within the safehouse, there are plenty of little details to discover if you take the time to look around and observe everyone. Or, everything. (The radio if turned to a Russian station/correspondence, Adler changes it back immediately before Da Nang mission. Watching Park’s body language, as you talk to Adler and she periodically looks over to you two. Adler suspicious when you go to the Red Room or the locked room with the arcade. The T.V. being turned on in the Red Room)

But the amount of details, details, in the mission Break on Through is outstanding. I have played this mission more than any other due to me wishing to look at all the details. There’s so many, I think I may miss some. And I can’t show them off all to you cause I suck at creating gifs and don’t know how to transfer that from Xbox to my phone.

To lighten it up a bit, I won’t focus on the four different scenarios you go through—at least not each one. That would take too long and I do not have gifs/pics to show it off since Tumblr limits it to ten anyways.

I will, however, try to guide to what parts of the game you all can explore if you choose to do so. As well just how detailed they did this mission.

I am going to start with the different statements Adler says to you throughout all the Scenarios(17, 6, 11, 1). We only go through four in the actual game—but the fact it goes up to 17 or possibly more shows just how far they went in and messed with Bell’s mind.

Now, Adler seems to be a bit bipolar on how he talks to you whether or not you listen to him and all his directions. Either totally blasé and cold to giving you and pumping you up with more MK or meds, or actually a tad concerned and patient as he guides you through.

If You/Bell Stands Still/Does Nothing:

Example 1

“So you did nothing? What were you, in shock?”

He throws the words callously, mocking. As if Bell isn’t confused and lost at what is going on. He even sounds irritated that you might actually be in shock due to these memories that are just fake—not even real. Not like what he has.

Example 2

“What’s wrong with Bell?” -Adler

“I’m not sure. . .” -Park

“I guess we’ll just wait on you to proceed, Bell.”

The contrast is dizzying. He sounds concerned when he asks Park on what could be wrong with you. If he pushed you too far and now you’re just frozen. And, instead of rushing you due to how the fate of half of Europe is at stake, he decides to give you space. Just wait for you and you’ll come out of it soon enough.

He does these sort of reactions numerous times. Jumping from intimidating to the Adler we knew as the player, as Bell—kind and always in your corner that believes in you. He switches tactics based on what he believes will work really—or he just felt really on edge at times and threw the farce that you two were friends out the window.

Other examples include:

Scenario 11–Napalm Strike-in the lab in the room where you were brainwashed

“Christ, what’s happening with them?”-Adler

“A mild seizure. Sims, past me a benzodiazepine.” -Park

Again, concerned. Worried. Almost…at unease?

In the lab—tripped up on drugs. If you run through the tight shrinking hallway back and forth like so(I suck at making gifs, I’m sorry):

“Why is Bell repeating themselves?”

Or

“Bell, stop speaking in circles.”

Now, as others may have suspected, Bell is talking to everyone as they’re stuck in this horrible loop of mental torture. Most likely muttering, hands clenching and arms pulling against the straps of the gurney, moving their head back and forth depending on what they’re seeing. I always saw Bell as muttering quickly in Russian as they go through all of this—their mother tongue where it may comfort them as they’re panicking and speaking to Adler.

It’s just a nice detail showcasing how exactly Adler knows that Bell is on script—Bell saying what they’re seeing and doing and what’s going on. It shows also just how hard they put Bell through the ringer(badum tss. I’ll leave now).

All the details too when the game shows how the drugs they put in Bell affects you. Like so. The hallways appearing long. The lights looking yellow. You feel so fast—look how quick you can run. Run towards the Red Door that Adler so desperately wants and maybe this can stop. Ah, why is it running away from you? What’s going on?

I don’t know about you, but I was so lost and confused at what was going on my first playthrough. For the majority of this mission, the possibility of me being brainwashed didn’t reach the BACK of my mind till probably I actually saw the flashes of scenes about Vietnam and calling Bell a subject. So like right here.

I personally thought that I had a repressed memory or something due to me going through the Vietnam War. That whatever I saw with Perseus, I—or rather Bell—repressed it from our mind due to how violent or horrible what we saw or experienced was. And that Adler suspected and just really wanted to know about it.

I didn’t expect for the man to actually brainwash my character—us—Bell! The game made Adler your mentor, who always defended you from Hudson and believed in your skills very highly. How he and Bell were basically perfect partners when the two of you were together.

It’s amazing—cause I think that’s what the developers were going for. The absolute trust. The loyalty. The denial that ‘maybe Adler is being a little harsh but hey, this is to help Perseus so it’s okay?’ It’s perfect. Because I’m sure that is what Bell actually felt in real time.

Yet, if you go through the total rebellious choice of not listening to Adler, some thing’s make sense. The Rebellious Side shows you way more than if you just listen to Adler like a Dutiful Soldier.

You go through this room if you choose the rebellious route, the T.V.’s automatically turning on the closer you get. Of Vietnam. And now, all those T.V.‘s that turned on by themselves(the Red Room, Lubyanka, Cuba) make sense. You were actually being brainwashed. Poor Bell probably can’t ever have a turned off/broken T.V. again. The trauma.

Said trauma being shown multiple times too. Not just the T.V.‘s. But the absolute terror that Bell felt, before they became Bell, with Adler.

Like do you see this? This terrified me when I saw it at the end of the hallway. I just saw a red shadow in the distance and I legit thought I was about to be chased. Call of Duty became a horror game(I also went through the door to the ground too my first playthrough, so before this I went through zombies and I think my heart was going to jump out my chest) I thought. I didn’t want to get closer. I had to, with each step I see that it’s not a shadow but a body. And than I see the familiar jacket, the sound of whirring in my ears and see it’s Adler’s head being twisted back and forth, side to side, up and down, in a speed that in inhumanely possible.

Makes one wonder if Bell themselves sees Adler as inhumane. Not human. Adler seeming to just be a god in their head. All the Adler shaped rocks/boulders you go through and see. Even one point the V.C. becoming Adler and you killing him over and over and dead bodies of Adler being everywhere.

The man has entered Bell’s head and won’t leave. Just like Adler won’t leave Bell alone.

Heck, there’s one point in my playthroughs of this mission I was by the bridge yet there were parts of the lab by it. I jumped towards it, noticing down below there were different floors of the lab that eventually reach the ground. I jumped to reach the next floor and missed and I died.

And Adler mocked Bell committing suicide.

That was the kicker really that Adler truly is indifferent towards Bell. Like complete disregard. I know it’s fake. We know it’s fake. Adler knows it’s fake—but to Bell, it felt real. That’s the crazy part. All of this—this whole sequence feels real to Bell so each time they die they actually feel it. It’s insane. It’s cruel.

But we all know that Adler isn’t known for his kindness. Still like his character though, he’s layered.

I don’t have the exact quote he said, didn’t wrote it down like the others. I was shook he said it at all.

Moving on to the final details I’m going to talk about.

When you go through the room, I believe this comes out for both rebellious and dutiful, really depends. You see it filled with post it notes, articles, plans, and newspapers. And you see once more just how Bell has been scarred.

I don’t know Russian or German, but I imagine the notes are similar to what the English one’s say. If I’m wrong, please point it out.

There’s also post it notes which I believe is in code as well due to all the numbers—I’m not sure what those could mean since I am no decoding expert.

Poor poor Bell. And with all these pictures and plans—of Adler included—it begs the question that Bell may have been warned about the famous America’s Monster beforehand. Had to have—since Adler is basically Perseus’s adversary due to how stubborn the American man could be. It just adds more to the story, despite Cold War having quite a short campaign, they made it up somewhat with all these details everywhere.

When you finally and actually reach the room.

As you grow closer to the table, to your chair in the conference room while everyone else seems to have their own spots, there’s something I noticed.

There’s glasses. As well as a hat. And it’s Bell’s. Or at least, it used to be. Why else is it on their side of the table? By their chair? I believe it might be reading glasses due to all the decryptions Bell does, whether on paper or through a computer, it’s hard on the eyes. (I’m sure I’m not the only one who noticed this. For look at @second-vtoroy ‘s Bell)

I believe through the brainwashing, Bell might not need glasses anymore. After all, apparently they were a smoker like Adler before too but they took that out of you. What else they changed of Bell? It makes one wonder how far they truly went into molding a person.

Which just adds onto how mind boggling this mission is—this game is. This is my favorite COD game, despite how short it is. The details and choices and interactions with everyone and able to create your own character(albeit it’s very standard and not specific but it’s good enough for me) is AMAZING. I’ve always been a sucker for RPG’s and able to get that even a little in a COD game? Truly wonderful.

I couldn’t touch on everything because it would’ve gotten long, but the fun of the Break on Through mission never gets old. It’s genius multiple ways you can do it. All the details. The feelings you feel as a player as you go through it.

They truly did a unique job with this and I hope they continue with this type of game storytelling. Hopefully longer as well.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this rant basically!

Gifs made by me and used the video down below to help.

https://youtu.be/t6QkmkGGHSQ

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