#ride 690

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 690: The walk home from the graduation ceremony

Pag 1

2: That day

3: While outside it was getting completely dark, for the first time in a while the three of us went home

4: while being sent off by everyone

Pag 2

1: Koga-saaaaaan

Ooon

Oi, Sadatoki, weren't you crying super hard last year too?

Are you cryin' too much, too, Hotshot?

Teshima-san, thank you so much!!

Graduation ceremony day

Are you for real!? Starting from tomorrow, Aoyagi-san really isn't coming here anymore!?

2: He'll come, right? He's just pretending it's the last time

…. no.....

He's not.... coming, Issa

Hahaha, I think!! They are, Danchiku!! Haha

… Alright....

3: Huh!?

4: What, Danchiku, for some reason I'm suddenly crying so much!? Why!?

Calm down, Issa, now that's just how you....

Kaburagi-kun...!!

Why, I'm just looking at Aoyagi-san's back gettign smaller!? It's just the same thing as always!?

Issa.... those are your feelings

Pag 3

4: The last walk home from high school

Pag 4

1: I looked back and thought about that

Pag 5

1: …. what is it, Junta

2: …. Teshima

3: …. no

4: I don't know, I wonder

5: You know, so many things happened

And I thought they might not realize right away

Pag 6

1: But they were crying

2: At the end.... Kaburagi

3: …. yeah

You saw?

Yeah

5: I was about to cry too

8: He was so stupid and reckless, it was troublesome

Haha, you took care of him well

You got attached to him!

Pag 7

1: Lately he looked forward so much to practicing with you!

2: Let's go riding, Aoyagi-san!!

Oi, this is a library room

Let's practice, practice!! That's alright, right? You can study later!!

Don't be so loud

And no, I have exams

3: Let's take exams next year!!

…. oi

Come on!! Come on!!

4: If possible, I wanted him to look forward to it before the Inter High!!

5: Right

Yeah

Pag 8

1: And what about you, Junta...?

Huh? Ah, for me? A kouhai who was almost crying?

2: Crying, huh.....ah, uhm.... parting from them felt lonely, but

I felt more like I was finally running, after being pulled

Someone special....

3: The first years , you know.... they have Onoda as a climber, and Naruko as a sprinter

No one relied on me

Just one person... who would say they admire Teshima-san's running!! I would have like that....

5: Everyone admires you

But they didn't tell you

Huh!?

6: Are you serious, someone said that!?

They didn't say it

Huuuh!? They didn't!? Then how do you know...

Because I felt it

That's too ambiguous

This is the last time the three of us will go home like this

Pag 9

2: …. Koga!

3: Junta, Aoyagi....

4: Going back home only the three of us like this - it's probably since first year that we didn't do it

Yeah, that's true....

It was the three of us when Junta made that sparkling water from the vending machine downhill explode

Wha- don't bring up these boring things.....

6: That day your uniform got all sticky...

Not mine

Mine neither

Uwa, you're so bad!!

7: …. uhm

Back then, I

Every day

Pag 10

1: I thought that I wasnìt good, that I wasn't good

4: I struggled, I insisted, I worked hard, but it still didn't do me any good

5: Back then, Kinjou-san and the other second years were getting stronger every day

And I could do nothing but confirm that distance

6: And you, in the same grade as me, were a first year joining the Inter High

Pag 11

3: Back then, when I looked up, even the ceiling felt far away

I was so far from being active in races, and I thought so many times that it was impossible for me to run in the Inter High

5: And now, I was made captain, and we got two championships in a row at the Inter High

6: Ah, that's a miracle

I can't even believe it myself

Pag 12

1: I think I'm really glad I didn't quit racing

2: I'm quitting road racing once I enter high school

Maybe I can even get a part-time job and chase after girls

3: I'm glad I kept racing

Pag 13

1: Here, this is the vending machine of Junta's incident with the drink

Waaa, what, and here I thought I would make you forget about it with a nice talk!!

I wouldn't lt you

2: Might as well!!

4: Oi, Koga, wait

Aoyagi!!

5: Here, open it!!

On your own!!

Are you kidding me.... his eyes are lighting up

6: Don't walk away!!

7: Dammit, alright, I get it

Alright, let's go again!!

8:  Our graduation's....

Pag 14

1: Champagne fight!!

Pag 16

3: Actually, back then, your bike, Aoyagi..

Yeah?

It was a good chain oil

Yeah...!!

4: I had no talent

I tried to quit biking many times

7: I was just so unhappy with wanting to be admired and noticed

Pag 17

2: But, the steps I didn't take while looking at the ceiling

3: Working hard with Aoyagi, and seeing them one by one before my eyes

Before I knew it, I was moving forward

5: It's been two years

Back then they were first years, when we lost the battle against them during training camp

6: Secretly, I really felt like “I'm getting closer to the Inter High”

8: When we were third years, Koga...

I thought I couldn't go to the Inter High unless I surpassed you

9: And I could pass you... I thought I would surpass you

Pag 18

2: I thought that

The conclusion of an overwhelming path isn't one victory of defeat

I did my best, and it's over, and I didn't realize until I looked back

It's been three years I really felt

3: Well.... this graduation might still be on the way

See ya

Pag 19

1: Thank you, Sohoku...!!

3: The next time I'll climb this slope I'm not gonna wear a uniform

5: What time is the bus, Junta?

Uhmm, 19:15, I think – ah, dammit, we have to hurry, let's run

We shouldn't have brought our bikes back home

Koga, what time is it?

You still have time!!

6: I'll go with you!!

Alright!

Pag 20

1: April

2: Cherry blossoms are dancing, and the seasons reach spring for the third time

I'm nervous...

Let's take a picture

I'm all stiff...

I wonder if there'll be scary senpai...

New first years enter Sohoku, too

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal spoilers #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal translations #ride 690 #watanabe really out there trying his best to make me cry okay....... OKAY #no okay first thing i have to say is that the art in this chapter????? is??? amazing???? #wanatabe wanting to show us how beautiful Junta is before having to say goodbye to him ;A; #i have so much to say about this chapter and these boys and this team.... my tag will be cut off midway again like last chap #but.... I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND I MISS THEM ALREADY SO MUCH #BUT im so happy watanabe gave us one last chapter all about them I LOVED IT SO MUCH EVEN THO IM IN TEARS #junta is the best boy ever and i love him so so much ;A; #also also :((( kabuuuuuuu ;A; please i cant with that boy i was laughing through the tears ;A; #and aoyagi was about to cry too ;A;A;A;A;A;A; WELL IM CRYING TOO THANK YOU #okay okay i need to stop or i wont ever shut up about this #bc i have SO SO MUCH TO SAY #but im just gonna put all my feels into writing fanfics alright #(btw the last sentence about the graduation still being on the way....... no idea what that means im sorry LMAO)

[remuscariad]

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[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 3

pairing: vampire!kate x fem!reader

summary: are you and kate actually meant to be together? you will get the answer at ceremony, where you’ll be surrounded by many other vampires, that are not the friendliest in town.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: light slapping, smut!!!, kinda dom!kate x sub!reader, mentions of blood, some swearing, dirty talk, if anything else I’ll add it

an: i had fun writing kate, she’s so fun and i need her asap:) also i used few sayings from my language and tried to translate it, so if it doesn’t make any sense in english i sincerely apologize haha

an2: also! i was very inspired by this TikTok!

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky time and be safe!

"Baby! We´re gonna be late and your mother will kill us!" You yell, knowing damn well that the taller dark haired girl heard you.

It was a big family night for you and Kate. You were invited to family gatherings before, but today is different. Tonight you´re meeting her grand grand family members from all around the world. Most of them were against your relationship with a pure blood, but after a few stories they heard about your good impact on Kate, they realized that humans are not so bad after all.

Tonight is a big ceremony of the first humam coming to their family after almost 690 years. The only thing you have to do, to be accepted, is give a little of your blood to your mate, aka Kate. Sounds easy, right?

Well there are three scenarios that might happen. One; she will like your blood, which is the greatest option. The second situation could result in death in front of numerous vampires, and the third and worst possible outcome is that you have cursed blood. It basically means that you two aren't meant to be together, Kate explained to you weeks ago. So after hours, days of googling what blood type is the best for vampires, you actually gave up. Google didn´t give you the answer, shockingly. You just wished you would be Kate´s ideal.

"She can´t kill me, I´m immortal. Remember princess?" At the speed of a light a pair of hands wraps around you. Kate kisses your cheek, hoping it would ease your nerves.

"Oh, I completly forgot! My bad." Rolling your eyes at her wasn´t your brightest idea as a harsh slap on your ass was sent right away. "Ouch!" you yelp.

"Don´t." She spins you around so you two were facing eachtoher. Her cold hands found a way under your dress. Her blue eyes scanned your whole body, holding a little longer on your clevage that your new dress showed.

"Like what you see?" You tease her, already kwowing the answer.

"We don´t have to go there, princess. We can stay right here and-" Kate´s eyes were still on your breasts, until you cut you her off, then she met your eyes.

"Youre forgetting that I´m not immortal, Katie. And I would really appraciate not to fight any vampires today, especially not your mother." You smile at her. "Besides we can have fun later. After all the ceremony and blood testing thing, if everything will be okay and-" you ramble, but this time it´s Kate who jumps right in.

"It´s gonna be okay. I love you and you´re exactly my type." She winks at you, but your nerves are still all around the place. Her hands slips lower, gently touching the insides of your thighs.

"This distraction teqnique would work if our relatioship wouldn´t be on the line, Katie. So leave it for later, okay?" You smiled at her, wishing you could stay here and just enjoy eachother, just as much as she did.

"Fineee" Kate let out a big whine, like a kid when you take them their favorite toy. Which was exctly what´s happenening.

"The sooner we go, the sooner we will be back." You mumble.

"I like this mindset." She chuckled and then both of you went hand in hand outside, where your car with a driver was already waiting.

The car ride was comfotably silent, Kate was holding your hand the whole time, which helped you a little. After 20 minutes you´ve arrived, but you stayed in the car for another 5 minutes. Kate knew you were nervous, she could feel your nerves dancing all around your body, but mostly in your mind. She didn´t said anything, she just gave you a soft smile that made you fall for her the second you saw her. Slowly kissed your lips and then she opened the door for you. You will never get used to her super fast movements.

As always the Bishops made a big event look even bigger. Everything was so expenssive, even the dust looked like it was personaly made for Kate´s mom, Eleanor Bishop, for tonights occasion. As you get closer to the entrance you feel the nerves working again, making your stomach twirl, your hands starts to get shaky. As you approach the entrance, you're greeted by towering iron gate adorned with dark and sinister ornaments. These gates open slowly, revealing a long path leading deeper into the heart of the ceremony.

"Maybe we should get back, you know-" You quickly whisper in Kate´s ear.

"Easy, princess. You´re doing really good. Just hold my hand and I promise, everything will be okay." Kate looks at you with her cute little face. You sigh.

I´m okay, Kate says I´m doing good, so I´m doing good.

As you proceed, you notice the decorations adorning the area. Enormous candles everywhere. The flames seem to dance with a life of their own, casting flickering shadows that play tricks on your senses. It looks so magical, yet terryfying at the same time. The walls are lined with rich, dark wood paneling and huge ornate mirrors. Each table has gold cutlery and is decorated with blood-red and black roses.

Vampires don´t eat, why do they have so many tables set?

Your girlfriend see you look around with confused look on your face, she whispers. "My mom wanted it to look luxorious."

"So she spent a lot of money on... cuttlery and plates?" You chuckle a little.

"Basically, yeah." Kate shrughs and smiles with you.

"I can afford it, it would be a very sad life if after all these years I would be poor, don´t you think, (Y/N)?" As soon as you hear the voice you stop in your tracks, you don´t even dare to turn around, turn around and face Kate´s mother.

"I- I didn´t mean it as a bad thing, Mrs. Bishop." You turn around and notice that she is wearing a striking red dress that cascades to the ground, it´s fabric flowing like liquid silk, decorated with golden stripes.

"I know." Eleanor chuckles. "And to answer your question, it looks better rather than empty hall with just vampires." She looks at you and then Kate. "You two better get ready, you know how Daniella is." With that she leaves.

You turn to Kate and she´s already openning her mouth like she´s reading your mind. "My grandmother. She hates these gatherings. And I don´t blame her, she´s..." Kate stops in her words as she tries to figure out how old is her grandmother, but she just giggles, "... old."

You share a laugh with her as you two go into the backyard, where the ceremony will start.

As you walk through the lavish hallways right outside, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. The stern-faced vampires seem to follow your every move with their eyes. You can hear hushed whispers and the occasional sinister chuckle from hidden corners, making your skin crawl. When you enter the garden, your breath catches in your throat. A group of elegant vampire stands in a circle. Their conversation falls silent as they turn their attention to you, their gaze piercing through your very alive soul. You feel like a deer caught in the headlights, your nervousness intensifying with every passing second.

"Just go sit over there, I´ll come in a second." Kate nods towards the over dacorated throne with big gold crystals all around, as she lets go of your hand. You try to look confident, you try to look as you got this whole situation under control, but you´re still in a room full of vampires.

One of the vampires, a particularly tall vampire with a charming look approaches you. He extends a hand and invites you to sit on the throne. You accept, trying to hide your trembling hands as you sit down. After a few second you stop shifting in your seat as you feel finally seated, as you look up, you see all the vampires looking at you. Of course none of them is blinking so the whole situations is just more terryfing.

In the the crowd of vampires you try to find your partner, Kate. But no matter where you look, you can´t see her, your thoughts start to wonder, once more.

Oh my god.

Eleanor´s voice brought you out of your chaotic thoughts as she´s now standing next to you.

Super speed, of course.

Eleanor starts to speak with a velvet tone that sends shivers down your spine. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. The time of bonding two souls has come once again. After almost 690 years, we´re here to reaffirm our eternal bond, to celebrate our power, and to welcome a new member into our family. Tonight, in the power of moonlight, we have a rare guest among us - a human, who has willingly chosen to share in our world. A human, who´s heart is strong enough to beat for two. Let this gathering be a testament to the strength of our coven and the allure of our kind. We welcome you all, and we extend our gratitude to our honored guest. Let the ceremony begins." Eleanor takes few steps away.

Oh god. Now it´s my last second here on this planet. I didn´t write my will! Shit.

As you sit on the throne, a mix of fear and anticipation washes over you, for you have entered a world unlike any other, and tonight, you will be forever changed. The whole garden is incredibly silent, which makes your beating heart even louder.

Two vampire figures step forward, Eleanor fixes your hair and give you a warm smile, as warm as the vampires can do that. The other vampire, you could tell miles away, Kate. Your eyes meet and you both immidietly smile and suddenly, you feel safe. You feel like no matter what´s gonna happen, she is there to protect you. Always.

Eleanor speaks again. "Is everything prepared, my dear?"

"Yes, everything is ready." Kate nods with a small smile.

Your breath quivers as you feel their gaze upon you, you could cut the tension in the air. You don´t dare to look away from Kate, as you know that the rest of the vampires are watching you, like a prey. Even though that´s off the table for a long time now.

"Are you prepared for this, (Y/F/N)? Once this ceremony begins, there is no turning back." The tall vampire that helped you sit down now speaks.

You nod, your voice a shaky whisper: "Yes, I'm ready."

Kate steps closer, her eyes locking onto your neck with a hunger that sends shivers down your spine. Of course she kissed your neck before, so this wasn´t something new, but this time both of you felt that there is something in the air. You noticed her eyes, they were darker, almost like she never had a blue eyes, now they were completly black. She leans in, her lips barely grazing your skin, her voice a sultry mumble.

"Don't be afraid, princess. Let´s pretend it´s just me and you." She takes your hand in hers.

As her fangs descend, your heart races, and you close your eyes, preparing for the worst outcome. But Kate's sharp fangs pierce your tender flesh, a pain overpower your senses. It's an weird sensation, like a burning brand pressed against your skin, and your muscles tense in response. The world seems to blur, and a wave of dizziness washes over you as Kate's bite deepens.

It hurst more than you could ever imagine, but like the waves on the shore it quickly washes away. The pain begins to transform. It morphs into something else entirely, an intense, electrifying sensation that surges through your entire body. You let out a big exhale as you can feel Kate´s touch everywhere, it´s indescribable feeling that is running thorugh your whole body.

Kate has a moment of ecstasy. As your blood rushes into her mouth, it´s adicting in a sense. The taste is inexpressible as well, an intoxicating blend of sweetness and saltiness, and it fills her with an sense of power and pleasure. Every drop that she draws makes her feel more alive than she ever has, and it's as if the very essence of your being is nourishing her soul.

In this shared moment, you and Kate are connected in a way that most of her family didn´t belive. The boundaries of life and death, pain and pleasure were moved once again with your relationship. It's a dance of darkness and desire, you can feel your heartbeat come back to normal as Kate pulls away.

Her eyes are even darker and yours are too. She was right, it was always just the two of you.

The other vampires watch in awe and fascination as Kate and you share this profound moment of bonding, their expressions ranging from curiosity to envy. Most of them though you two weren´t meant to be, or at least they wished it was in that way. At the end you´re still just a human to them.

One of the vampires, closed to where you and Kate were, whispers to another one "Did you see that? It's been ages since I witnessed such a powerful bond."

"Kate truly has a unique way of choosing her companions. This human must be special indeed." The tall vampires whispers back.

The vampires exchange knowing glances, recognizing the significance of this moment. The bond between you and Kate, marks as a rare moment. As they continue to observe, Kate finally pulls away fully, wiping her mouth and then licking the few drops from her fingers as she made eye contact with you.

As both of you had your senses high you two couldn´t deny the fact that you need to be alone, asap!

"Let us welcome you, (Y/N), in our family. Now officially. Let´s raise our glasses to the special bond. To the never dying love!" Eleanor smiles at you and then turns to the vampires, that were holding their own. They all cheered to you and Kate.

You step down from the throne, feeling a sense of acceptance and belonging from the vampires around you. As you begin to walk through the garden, many of them offer congratulations, their voices low and respectful, but you don´t really pay attention as your girlfriend dissapears again.

Then, you spot Kate approaching through the dimly lit garden, her eyes finding yours in an instant. She takes your hand and, with a sense of urgency, starts saying quick goodbyes to the others.

Kate leans closer. "We need some time alone, my princess." She smirks.

"You are reading my mind, Katie." You mumbled.

The other vampires don´t mind you leaving at all, which makes it easier and quicker for you and Kate slip away from the gathering. You follow her, your heart pounding with an excitement, as you make your way back to Kate's apartment, where your journey into the night truly begins.

...

As soon as you step inside her aparment her hands are on you. Her fingers slowly trace over the teeth marks she left on your neck.

"Did it hurt?" She whispers as she kisses your neck.

"Uh- a little" You moan right away.

"A little?" Kate pulls away and raise her eyebrow.

"Okayyy, it hurted a lot. A lot lot, but... after a second-" You were cut off by Kate´s words.

"It felt better than anything in this word." She smiles and you simply just nod. "Go strip on the bed, I´ll be there in a second."

And if Kate means second, it is truly just a second, but this time, she made sure that you have some time to actually take off your clothes, as she wanted tonight to be special.

As you open the door you immidietly start to take off your clothes, fistly your shoes and then your dress, which takes you just few seconds. As you walk past the mirror you notice those cute little bite marks, which sends you pulse right into your pussy. You let out a moan, which makes Kate runs into the bedroom.

"It feels that good, huh?" Kate smirks as she is still wearing her black suit, her hands are behind her back as shes holding a small black velvet box.

"Gosh, I forgot that your ego is big, I didn´t want to boost it more." You playfully roll your eyes.

Kate pushes you on the bed, her hand on your neck. "And I thought I won´t punish you tonight, since you´ve been so brave, princess. Guess you won´t get your present."

"No, wait!" You whine. "Sorry, sorry, I want my present, please." You add.

Kate smiles and kisses you slowly and passionetly, pulling away, while bitting your lip, which makes you wince. She bit little too hard and your lip starts to bleed. She wants to pull away, but being on top doesn´t help her much. You´re under her and the sight of you completly naked, with blood on your mouth is just the most pretiest sight. The kissing is harsh, fast and messy, but none of you really cares.

"I want the present, pretty please." You say between breaths and Kate smiles as she pulls an inch away from you.

"Of course you want the present, sit up for me, please." She moves away from you so you can sit up. You did as you were told and Kate gives you the pretty black box, that of course was decorated by "KB".

Your fingers tremble slightly as you gently lift the lid, revealing what lies inside. Your breath catches in your throat as you behold a stunning collar made of dark, lustrous metal. The collar is adorned with a row of purple crystals. The crystals are deep and regal, like amethysts, and they sparkle with an elegance that takes your breath away. It's a piece that symbols of your newfound connection with Kate.

"Turn around." Kate says as you´re done inspecting the collar.

You turn around. "It´s abolutely beautiful, Katie. I love it, thank you."

Kate smiles at you words, as she puts the collar on you, you flinch at the sudden cold feeling, your nipples perk up. "So responsive." She kissed your neck again. "I´m glad you like it, princess." The vampire whispers in your ear.

Her hands are all over your body as you are pushed on the bed once again. Kate sits on you, pinning you down, "Tonight is about you, my pretty princess. Just lay here and enjoy your night. Will you do that for me?" She made the puppy dog eyes. Those eyes can get out of any trouble and in every bed.

"Yes, Katie." You smile and nod, already feeling impatient you buckle up your hips, earning little slap to your tits.

"Patience." She smirks, knowing she has this effect on you.

"Not todayyy!" You whine.

Kate leans close, kissing you where she bit you earlier, which makes you moan instantly. It is exactly what Kate loves to hear. She moves you higher on the bed and scoop lower, being inches from your already so wet pussy.

"Open your pretty legs for me." You did, very quickly in fact. "Gosh, look at you, so wet already and didn´t even touch you." She makes eye contact with you and smirks. "Did my biting made you that wet? Or me collaring you? Hm?" Kate kisses your inner things as her fingers trails up and down your leg.

"Both." You quietly let out.

"Both." Kate repeats with a smile on her face. "Because you were so good today, I´ll make it easy for you. Look at me, if you stop, I´ll stop. Understood, my pretty princess?" Her fingers were now incredible close to the place you needed them in.

"Yes, understood." You look in her eyes, they were still dark and you knew she was impatient as well as you are.

Her mouth came closer, you could feel her breath, against your skin and after two soft kisses on each of your inner thighs, Kate finally gave in and still very teasingly kissed your clit.

"God-" Your eyes wanted to be closed so bad, but you knew you have to keep them opened.

As Kate smirk agaist you she start to eat you out, very slowly. But after a few of your pretty loud moans, she licks you, like there is no tomorrow. Her tongue was skilled, she knew your body more than you knew it yourself. So after every flinch, every move of your muscle, she knew you are close. So close.

Her fingers are still going up and down your legs, pinching you time to time, to avoid you closing your eyes. "Eyes on me, princess." Kate mumbles into your drenched pussy.

"They... are." You whine as you bite your already bruised lip to keep your eyes open.

Kate just chuckles, which sends immidiet pleasure right into you. Both of you know you´re close, so so so close.

But after a few second you don´t feel anything, no lips, no tongue, no touch. You had to close your eyes, it was just so good, that there was no other way and like Kate promised, she stopped. Completly.

You whine, your hips instantly moved to search for anything. You need something! You eyes open wide, Kate is still between your legs. She´s watching you, and as she did before with your blood, she now wipes her mouth, messy with your juices.

"Hmm so sweet, princess." She licks her fingers.

"Kate, please-" You whine as you move your hips again, your heartbeat matching with you pulsating pussy.

"You knew the rules-" You cut her off.

"I know, but please, it was an accident!" You move yet another inch closer to her.

After a few second of watching you, Kate decided that she will give you another chance. "Close your eyes and you´re not cumming, got it?" Kate crawls on top of you and tug you by your collar. "Got it?" She tilts her head.

"Yes." You nod kissing her as you can feel your taste on her tongue.

"Tasty, right?" You nod again, as she slowly crawls back between your legs, this time she didn´t waste any second and her tongue makes contact with you right away, she was needy too. Her touch starts to be so harsh, no more soft licks or light touches, she needs you to come.

And oh my god, you are close in just a few second of her touch. Kate smirks knowing, she won once again and her ego is going straight to the space, but she will tease you about it later.

"I-" Kate smiles and nods, knowing exactly what you need.

"Tug on your collar, princess. And I´ll say the magic words." She mumbles agaist you as her fingers now entered your hole.

"Fuck- me" You moan loudly, which was like a music to Kate´s ears.

"I am fucking you, princess." Kate smirks, you can´t be bratty now, but hell she would deserve some bratty remark, but you truly need to cum. So you just obediently listen to her and your hand grab on your collar. You did as you were told once again and tug on it harshly.

It makes Kate smile, seeing you like this. Knowing she is the only person that could touch you like this, knowing only she makes you feel this good.

But you knew the same thing too, there is no one on the planet who would ease her thirst as much as you do. No one could do such a good job as you. No one.

"Can-" You open your mouth to talk but you just moan. You don´t have to say anything at all for Kate to understand.

"Go ahead, princess. Cum for me." She mumbles agaist you as her fingers move sligtly faster and her mouth try to lick all of your juices.

Your hand grips Kate´s head as you push her more into you, moving your hips like non compos mentis. "Mine." Your hand grabs her hair as you finally release, coming on her mouth and fingers after such a long time full of stress.

Kate smiles as she licks you. "Yours, princess." After a few second of you bucking your hips up and down, your breathng is steadier and you let go of Kate´s hair.

She kisses her way back up, few kissing on your thighs, her favorite tummy and slowly giving attention to your nipples. As you´re slowly coming down from your hight, you can feel Kate kissing your neck. After a moment or two, Kate comes closer to you, finally kissing your lips.

In that moment, everything fades away, and it's just the two of you, sharing a deep connection that don´t need to be said out loud. The affection in her gaze mirrors the love you feel in your heart, knowing that your love speaks louder than any words ever could.

And you are so happy, that tonights ceremony ended the way it did, because you would rather die, than live in a world, where you can´t have her.

"I didn´t knew you were that possesive, princess." Kate whispers as her eyes scan your face.

"I´m always possiseve over you." You smile.

Kate hums as she kiss your neck again, after few moments of enjoying the feeling, you understood that she wanted to do. "Katie..." You mumble.

"Baby just one more bite, please." She responds, her voice beeing so needy and you can´t deny her.

As Kate sank her teeth in you one more time, both of you knew right away that the rest of the nigh will be a long, and Kate won´t be the only one wide awake tonight.

Thank you for reading!<3

#adele writes #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop smut #vampire!kate #kinktober 2023 #day three #marvel universe

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 690

Wanda: “Agatha, you’re our acting DJ for the car ride - don’t make me regret this”

Y/N: “But I thought it was my turn?”

Wanda: “You lost your privileges after you put on Mitski, which made you scream sob on the freeway and scared me so bad I almost rammed into a trailer full of cows”

Y/N: “How else am I supposed to react?”

Agatha: “SHUT UP NERDS it’s torture time!” *starts blaring the Smiths* “AND IF A DOUBLE DECKER BUS CRASHES INTO USSSS”

Wanda: “Agatha, can you hand me your Swiss Army knife?” *opens up the scissors* “Thanks so much!” *slices the aux in two*

#all of this happens in the span of thirty seconds #and while Y/N is like YOU CUT AN EXPENSIVE CABLE #agatha is like: don’t worry I’ll just sing it then #and she does #very very loudly #wandavision #agatha harkness #house of harkness #agatha all along #hahndavision #house of harkness counter #marvel #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #coven of chaos #coven of chaos counter #incorrect marvel quotes #wanda x agatha #agatha: darkhold diaries #darkhold diaries #Darkhold diaries counter #this is so chaotic but I’m exhausted so enjoy

[paper-crab]

Angst with Chris but it ends with fluff?

We good

summary: you and chris get into a fight, he apologizes

warnings: fighting, little sad

wc: 690

yesss! sorry it’s so short

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you.” He sighs, pulling his shirt over his head. “I didn’t think it would be such a big deal.” You can almost hear your heart break at his words. If you hadn’t cried over it earlier, you were certainly crying now.

“Of course it was a big deal! I told you over and over again that I wanted you there”

“Can we talk about this later? I’m tired,” Chris slides on some sweats, flipping in bed next to you. You shake your head at him, trying to gather your thoughts. He takes your silence as a yes, when really it’s you trying to steady yourself.

“Chris,” you start, voice cracking, “I waited there for 3 hours. 3. Hours.” you whisper the end, sounding defeated.

“I already said I’m sorry.” He says, eyes closed.

“You invited me to that event, Chris, and then you didn’t show up, and you don’t even have a reason?”

“I said we’ll talk about this tomorrow, just give it a rest.” Chris groans, growing agitated. He’d consider you to be pestering him right now, and he didn’t appreciate it.

That was your last straw however, silent tears becoming full-fledged sobs as you grab a pillow and a blanket. You climb over him, maneuvering your limbs in such a way that you wouldn’t even graze him.

Chris feels the shift in the bed, he can feel your presence crawling around him, but he doesn’t realize you’re leaving he hears the click of his bedroom door open. “Wait where are you going?” He asks, semi-frantically. His previously unbothered demeanor has absolutely disappeared and his eyes crack open.

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Wait, wait, no- we can talk about it now ma, I’m sorry,” Chris rolls out of bed, suddenly alert. You shake your head at him, a little show of telling him ‘too late’.

“I’m tired, Chris. We’ll talk tomorrow.” You tell him softly, sobs coming out of your mouth. You shut the door behind you, walking up to the couch.

When he realizes what his own line sounded like, he breaks down. He wants to go run out; switch places with you at the least. By the time he’s cried himself to sleep, you’re back at your apartment.

The next morning, Chris rolls out of bed with puffy red eyes and a sniffly nose- lingering effects of the previous night. You’re not in much better shape, but you don’t have to deal with the questioning of his brothers.

“Take me to her place, Matt.” Chris says, exasperated.

“Not until you tell me what happened.” Matt responds, continuing to munch on his cereal. He’s unbothered, even going as far as to put some more cereal in his bowl. Chris is ready to punch him.

“Fine, I’m walking.”

“Cool your tits kid,” Matt speaks, mouth full. “I’ll take you in a sec.”

The ride is tense. It seems like Chris is unwilling to talk, but really, he’s just going over his apology. His thoughts are racing while he practices the many ways he needs to say sorry. “Thanks Matt.”

“Sure, you want me to wait for you?”

Chris wants to shake his head, tell Matt no, but he doesn’t know if you’ll tell him to leave or not. He nods.

“I’m sorry that we fought.” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth when you open the door. Your state isn’t much better than his; you’re still in yesterday's pajamas, puffy red eyes, and a sniffly nose. A wave of guilt floods him, and he feels himself shrink a little. “Me too,” You open the door for him, gesturing for him to come in. He doesn’t.

“It’s stupid- I was being stupid, and I’m so sorry-” He says, stumbling over his words. You know him well enough to know he’s two seconds away from panic mode.

“Shhh… It’s okay Chris, c’mere.” You tell him, holding out your arms. He practically jumps into your arms. “I missed you,”

“I missed you too.” Chris grins at you, pushing you into your apartment.

matt: you good?

chris: we good

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo x reader

[playgroundfadings]

That prompt with the ferris wheel is so cute. Just picturing Brahms being the one terrified of heights and clings onto his lover the entire ride.

I KNOOOOOOOOOOOOW. I was picturing this in my head, and then I saw the other prompts and I just had to do it. Enjoy the prompts!

Warnings: not beta read lmao

|| Romantic prompts with the slashers || 

Prompts taken from @creativepromptsforwriting, please support them! 

Featuring Michael, Thomas, Brahms, Jason and Yautja.

Michael Myers - prompt 690 : "I think destiny wants us to be together, and you should never argue with destiny.”

When you came across Michael for the first time, you never imagined you would make it out alive.

Nor would you end up living with the murderous giant.

It’s not like he hadn’t tried to get rid of you. 

You had bought his childhood house. It came with a discount, one you couldn’t ignore despite the history of the house. With the current house market, it was just too good to say no.

So one night, after spending hours terrorizing citizens and killing a few of them, Michael was surprised to find someone in his home. Someone eating ice cream in the dead of the night, barefoot in the kitchen. 

You two had a staring contest at that moment. You couldn’t help but notice the blotches of blood on his overalls, and the sharp knife in his hand.

You didn’t scream, didn’t try to run away from him. Where would you go anyway? You were barefoot, your only weapon a spoon, and Michael was in the doorway.

Maybe that’s why you survived that night. Because you were odd, and Michael found your behavior curious.

Michael would visit every night from that moment. Though you were scared out of your mind the first few nights, you became to grow accustomed to his presence. You even found some comfort at the thought of not being alone.

But as I said, he did try to get rid of you the first few weeks. He would make himself look more intimidating, coming home with more blood showing than skin.

He could have killed you, but that curiosity kept him from doing so. It was annoying him, and he spent that frustration on his hunts.

But a routine settled between you two after a while. You began to leave a plate for him in the fridge, and he would eat when he came home. You would do his laundry, clean up his knife, make his bed in the morning.

Then, eventually, he would join you for dinner. Leaving right after to do his murderous deeds.

You can’t pinpoint the moment your relationship with Michael shifted. Maybe it was when you found him in your bed, one morning, sleeping peacefully besides you. Or when he began to stay at the house for a longer period of time, sitting next to you when watching tv.

That evening, you were relaxing with Michael on the couch. A movie was playing on the screen, though you didn’t really pay attention to it. Your legs were resting on Michael’s lap, something you never imagined happening before. Even more surprising was the absence of his mask. He rarely took it off around you, and so you appreciated every time he did.

‘’You know, Michael’’ you begin. He doesn’t turn his head, doesn’t say anything. But you know he’s listening. ‘’I think we were meant to be together’’.

You feel the scoff more than you hear it. Instead of being offended, you let a smile stretch your lips. ‘’Am I wrong? Look at us right now. I think we make a fine picture, don’t you agree?’’

You’re met with more silence, but at least he’s not refuting your claims.

‘’I think it was destiny, and you should never argue with destiny’’.

Another scoff, but you swear you could see a glint of interest in his eyes.

Thomas Hewitt - prompt 354 : The evening sun is falling on their face and she thinks maybe, just maybe she is a little bit in love with them.

You’ve been helping Luda Mae outside all day, putting clothes out to dry, tidying the yard, etc. The hot summer heat was not bothering you like it used to, when you first came to live with the Hewitt.

You were part of a group meant to be butchered. Somehow, you were spared that gory ending. Thomas had taken a liking to you, Luda May said when you were brought upstairs. You never questioned it, as you were just glad to be alive.

From that moment, you were a member of the Hewitt family. This also meant you had to help with tasks.

Sometimes, it surprises you just how mundane the whole family can appear. The men busying themselves with mechanics, the women taking care of the household. Nobody would ever think they were murdering innocent people in their basement.

Though you can’t say the same thing from everyone in the family, you also started to get fond of Thomas. 

It took a bit of time, but you realized he never meant any harm. He was just doing what his family told him.

What Hoyt told him. 

You’d spend quite a lot of time with Thomas, courtesy of Luda Mae who told you it would be a good thing if you two grew closer. From helping him clean up in the basement, to fixing his torn clothing. After a while, you began to talk to him, and he would listen. Bobbing his head here and there, a sign he was paying attention.

Though he didn’t speak, couldn’t speak, Thomas was rather good at making you feel at ease. Always so gentle around you, polite and mindful of your boundaries. Unlike the other men in the house, Thomas made sure to not appear as a threat. Not to you, ever.

Maybe that’s why, when Thomas comes out of the house that evening, walking up to you and helping you put the dried laundry back in the basket, you don’t jerk away.

Instead, you look up at him, at his sun kissed skin and soft curly hair being blown by the wind. At the softness of his features, something he only shows around you.

And when Thomas looks down at you, probably after feeling your gaze lingering on his face, realization hits you.

You’re probably in love with Thomas. And, maybe, he’s been in love with you since the beginning.

Brahms Heelshire - prompt 658 : A date on a ferris wheel sounds incredibly romantic, but it can be a disaster if one of them is afraid of heights.  

First of all, how did you manage to get him out of the house?

It will probably happen a few years after living together, once Brahms is certain you won’t leave.

After a lot of coaxing, you succeed in making him agree to leave the house. You really wanted to go out on a date with him, and what better place than the amusement park?

He leaves his porcelain mask at home, agreeing to trade it for a medical mask that cover the lower part of his face. He’s still insecure, but with you next to him he feels a bit better.

Not a huge fan of the rollercoasters, he feels like he will puke at any moments. But he absolutely adores all the treats.

He will drag you from booth to booth, excited to try any sweets on sight.

You win a big plushy for him, and Brahms find himself falling deeper in love with you.

By the end of the day, you decide to take it easy and suggest the ferris wheel. You will be alone with him, and have a gorgeous view of the park. What could go wrong?

A lot, apparently.

While you’re gazing away at the sight, the sky colored in shades of oranges and reds, Brahms is doing his best to not panic.

The manor has quite the height to it, but not that much.

Gripping the handles, hard. 

You almost jump when Brahms clings to you, face buried in your neck. 

‘’I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I want to go down, now!’’

You do your best to soothe the panicked Brahms, rubbing your hand up and down his back. 

He’s practically running out of the cabin once it reaches the ground. He will probably pout on the way home, because how could you do this to him?

Brahms will calm down after a while, mainly because you seem so happy when you talk about the stuff you did together.

Will agree to go out again, just no ferris wheel.

Jason Voorhees - prompt 362 : They only realized they were holding hands the entire time, the moment they had to let go.

You had begged Jason to take you out in the woods for weeks now. He didn’t seem keen to the idea of you wandering around. Mostly due to all the traps he had laying on the ground.

You just really needed to get out of the cabin. It’s not like you hated being inside, but you were starting to feel sick of the staring at the ceiling all day long.

Jason finally agrees, one day. The moment he nods, you’re already jumping out of the couch and putting your shoes on. You’ve never been more excited.

He walks in front of you, probably making sure there’s nothing harmful on the path. He’s made sure to remove all traps the day prior, but better be careful than sorry.

It’s calm, and you find some peace here, in the middle of the woods. You wouldn’t mind coming here more often with Jason.

Somewhere during the walk, your hand find his on its own. Either he didn’t realize it, or he didn’t feel the need to comment on it, but he allows the contact.

On your way back, you’re chatting about all the wonderful things you saw. The deer that crossed your path at some point, the birds singing, the small clearing with flowers in the middle.

You hint that you would really love to go back to that clearing, with him. Maybe a picnic?

When you try to open the cabin, you realize you can’t. Your hand is tightly wrapped by his. You glance down at your joined hands, and Jason follow your gaze. 

He appears startled by the realization, quickly withdrawing his hand. You can’t help but smile at the gesture.

‘’It’s okay Jason. Let’s hold hands again, next time.’’

Yautja (predator)- prompt 602 : In the deepest dark of night, a woman waits for her demon lover.

You’ve never been into long distance, that is, until you met your current boyfriend.

A human lover could easily be unfaithful. Out of sight out of mind, type of thing.

But an alien lover? Who called you his mate with pride? You didn’t mind the distance, since you knew nothing would break his loyaulty to you.

After all, he was a soldier, a Yautja warrior. Traveling from galaxies to galaxies in search of worthy opponents. You couldn’t possibly tie such a creature to a boring life on earth.

Your mate wanted you with him at all time, living on his ship and traveling to other realms. But he understood you were not quite ready to make such a big change.

Instead, every new moon cycle, your Yautja would come back to you, bringing offerings and trophies. It was his way of showing his love and appreciation to you.

He always came during nighttime, when the world was fast asleep and unaware of the alien ship in your backyard. 

Together, you lay down, making up for the weeks apart. You talk about your job, the new clothes you purchased, that show you’ve been binging. In return, your mate talks about his hunts, and the planets he visited. He even has recordings for you. Your coos of admiration and surprise makes him purr.

Long distance might not have been your thing, but you will always wait for your mate to come back.

#brahms x reader #brahms heelshire #micheal myers x reader #micheal myers #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #jason vorhees x reader #yautja x reader #yautja #predador #slashers #romance prompts #my writing #jason voorhees

[trulybetty]

dec' 10 x sleigh ride

Prompt: sleigh ride Pairing: dieter x reader Word Count: 690 Warnings: corporate parties, obnoxious yachts, seasickness, butchering of the bubble dialogue & a brief mention of alcohol Summary: parties on yachts, whose big idea was that? AO3: Linked

x. masterlist

“Dieter!” you cried, “Hold my hair!”

The cool sea breeze did little to ease your churning stomach as you leaned over the rail of the yacht, now festively adorned as 'Santa's Sleigh' for the industry party you’d found yourself at.

The yacht, a vessel of opulence, was adorned with twinkling lights draped on every available surface. Garlands of holly and mistletoe hung from the rails, and a gigantic, inflatable Rudolph with a glowing red nose bobbed at the bow. Even the captain of the boat had gotten in on the act fully dressed as Santa as he guided the ‘sleigh’ off the waters around Marina del Rey. 

Dieter, ever the dramatic presence, stood by your side, his hands gently holding your hair back at your request.

The party around you was in full swing. Executives, actors, and various luminaries of the film industry mingled on the deck, drinks garnished with candy canes and holly, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to your current predicament.

Dieter gently rubbed your back and the irony wasn't lost on you; Dieter Bravo, the man known for his theatrics, especially when hungover or sick, was now in the role of caretaker. Of that, the caretaker of you, the film producer and his girlfriend, who usually had everything under control.

“You know,” Dieter said, a small smile playing on his lips, “I always thought my hands were destined for holding Oscars, not hair.”

You chuckled, grateful for the distraction. “Well, consider this a new role for you,” you quipped as you tried to take in a deep breath.

As the waves calmed somewhat, so did your stomach, and you managed to straighten up, feeling a bit more like yourself. Dieter handed you a bottle of water, his gaze lingering with genuine concern.

“Thank you,” you took a long sip, “trust me to find out I have seasickness on the one major industry event of the holidays,” you mumbled, trying to find humour in your misery.

Dieter chuckled softly, his deep voice warm against the slight chill of the ocean air. “Well, it's not like you’re hanging out on boats every day, is it?”

His words brought a small smile to your lips. Despite his on-screen persona, Dieter could be surprisingly grounded at times. 

You laughed, “Well, there goes my retirement plans.”

“You okay now?” Dieter asked, concern lacing his words.

“Yeah, I think so,” you replied, taking another sip of water. 

You glanced back at the party, where the festive atmosphere continued unabated.

“You know, I think I make a good nurse.” He mused as you turned and raised an eyebrow at him, “What? Who wouldn't want to be nursed back to health by me?” he asked in mock offence at your wordless response.

"Maybe someone who wants actual medical attention," you replied teasingly.

“Oh, I don't know,” his voice lowered as he stepped closer to you, and you instinctively leaned into him, “I have ways of making people feel better that medicine can't touch, some might say I have a healing touch.”

Your laughter, light and genuine, cut through the cool air, a sound that seemed to bring relief to Dieter's expression. It was a welcome change from your earlier nausea, and his smile broadened, glad to see you feeling better.

He pulled you against his chest, dropping a kiss to the top of your head, “I'll have you know I have impeccable bedside manners.”

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “In fact, I could show you just how good my bedside manners are if you'd like.”

Before you could respond the moment was interrupted by a burst of laughter from the party, a reminder of the festivities happening just a few steps away. 

You patted his chest with a sigh, “Maybe once we dock Nurse Bravo, we should head back.”

Dieter offered his arm, a gentlemanly gesture. “Shall we? Do a few laps and feign interest in the name of schmoozing?”

You nodded, smiling in appreciation as you hooked your arm through his and allowed him to lead you back to the party.

#december x 500 #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[sapphicforsarahh]

Backseat

Ship: Lou Miller x Reader

Word count: 690

Warnings: smut, car sex, face riding, top!lou x bottom!reader

Synopsis: Reader and Lou are on a long car journey, things quickly escalate.

You and Lou had been driving for hours now, the sun had set and you were the only people on the road. “Baby, how long until we’re there?” You ask for the thousandth time. “How many times are you going to ask me that?” She laughs, concentrating on the road. Lou looked hot whilst driving. Her hands having a loose grip on the wheel and the gear stick distracted you from the road. You noticed her jaw moving: gum. You’ve never been so jealous of an object before. Every once in a while, she’d lean over to place her hand on your thigh. The tight grip from her veiny hand could make anyone wet.

“Honey, I need you,” you basically whimper to her. You wouldn’t dare to look at her, you knew she’d have a cocky smile plastered across her face. “How long have you been waiting to say that?” She replies, her tone saturated in smugness. You didn’t reply, you simply put your hand on her thigh and grabbed it. “What do you think you’re doing?” She asks, raising a brow at your antics. “Getting what I want,” you replied, your hand reaching further up her leg, dragging across the leather.

Lou begins to slow down the car and pulls over to the side of the road. “Honey, you just couldn’t wait until we got to the hotel could you?” She questions before motioning you to climb into the back seat. “I’m so wet for you baby,” you whimper out, waiting for her to climb into the back. She eventually sits down and pulls you into her lap, spreading your legs with one hand. “Please Lou,” you start grinding on her and wrap your arms around her. She leans forward and kisses your neck, her teeth pulling at the delicate skin. She smiles when she notices dark red flushes appearing.

“Baby, can you do something for me?” She asks, placing her hands on your hips, stopping your thrusting. “Anything,” you breathily moan, willing to do anything that she asks of you. She leans fowards and whispers in your ear, “ride my face”. You couldn’t hold back the moan in your throat. She smirked and pulled you off her lap, beginning to lay down. Whilst she was doing this, you quickly pulled all clothing off your body, getting ready for Lou to take control of it. “Come on then, I can’t wait to taste you,” she confesses.

You position your legs either side of her head. Looking down, you notice Lou looking at your pussy, licking her lips at the thought of devouring you. “Sit,” she orders, and you do. She immediately moans and her eyes close, as if she were in heaven. Her tongue starts working into you, slow but hard licks making you desperate. You look down at her, placing a hand in her hair and tugging at it. She groans, sending vibrations through you and you begin to grind on her face.

Strong hands grip your thighs, making you unable to move from your current placement. “Baby, I’m close,” you pant, rocking harder against her now. Lou pulls away for a moment, “Keep going baby. I know you can do it. Ride me faster,” she demands, pulling you back into her. You obey. Looking down once again, you see Lou looking up at you, her nose scrunching up against your clit and her hooded eyes unable to look away from you. “Cum when you’re ready,” she talks into you before reinserting her tongue.

You cum almost immediately. No surprise. Lou cleans you up before pulling away from your sensitivness. “Did I make it worth your while?” She asks, fixing her ruffled hair. “More than,” you pant. There was something about Lou being fully clothed whilst you being totally naked and under her control. “Please tell me there will be round two at the hotel,” you ask curiously, hoping for a yes. “Oh baby, you have no idea. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll find it hard to walk tomorrow. You’ll be begging me to stop,” she smirks and climbs back into the front seat.

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[foreverrandomwritings]

Hangman Dating Plus Sized S/O Part 11/14-Headcanon

Summary: You meet Jake’s family for the first time will it go better than Jake meeting yours?

Pairing: Jake Seresin x afab/Reader

Warnings:Slight 18+ but not really. 

Word Count:690 

Masterlist   Series Masterlist

~Jake’s family had been eager to meet you since he first told them about you. 

~He had gotten a week off work and took that opportunity to buy the 2 of you plane tickets to Texas. 

~You had been worried just like you were when you first met his squad. 

~You didn’t want them to hate you or think of you as less than Jake. 

~The anxiety ate away at you for weeks ahead of time. 

~You repacked your bag about 30x a week. 

~Jake would sit on the bed and watch you go back and forth from your closet and suitcase trying on outfits and throwing clothes everywhere. 

~He of course told you that you looked absolutely gorgeous in everything you tried on which just made you shake your head at him and ask him to be serious.

~He just gave you a silly grin and told you he was being very serious. 

~You had tried on a pair of jeans that hugged your thighs and hips so deliciously that you had to take a break because Jake looked at you like a man starved. 

~You had been sure to throw those in the suitcase with a cute tank top and flannel which you thought would be perfect for when the 2 of you would be going to one of the local bars Jake used to frequent. 

~As the week leading up to the trip came around Jake ended up taking your suitcase and hiding it from you at his place claiming he had no clue where it was. 

~You knew he was lying but just let it be.

~You were sick of unpacking and repacking it a bunch so it was a relief that you wouldn’t be tempted to again. 

~Then before you knew it you were on a plane heading to his family ranch. 

~He soothed you the whole way there and promised that everything was going to work out and that they were going to love you. 

~Then you were in a new Ford Ranger with his older and only brother heading down the highway listening to the brothers catch up.

~He seemed to like you, he brought you into conversation and asked you what music you’d like to listen to.

~It was relaxing. 

~But you knew there was a storm waiting for you at the ranch.

~His sisters, parents and grandparents all waiting for you. 

~Then you were at the ranch realizing you’d zoned out for the last 30 minutes of the car ride. 

~Jake asked his brother to go ahead and head inside while he talked to you for a second. 

~He reassured you again that you were gorgeous and that they would agree with him. 

~He gave you kisses all over your face making you giggle.

~Then he was helping you down out of the truck. 

~You had seen pictures of his family but not many and it was never for very long. 

~So when a shorter plus sized woman stepped out of the old ranch style house and introduced herself as his mom you were shocked. 

~You hadn’t expected him to come from anyone that wasn’t of the same fit physique. 

~She came running up to you with the biggest smile on her face. 

~”Oh honey you are cuter than a calf.” She had said as she threw her arms around you squeezing you into a hug. 

~You suddenly felt very at ease. 

~That hug seemed to release all the tension that had built up within you over the last few weeks. 

~You didn’t feel like you had to worry about all the expectations you had built up for yourself. 

~Dinner went amazing. 

~Everyone was piling seconds and thirds onto their plates.

~There was laughing, conversation and joy all around the table. 

~His family welcomed you with open arms. 

~Sitting at the large table surrounded by all of his family had you feeling a sense of home that you hadn’t felt in years. 

~As you joked with his grandfather Jake looked at you and he realized he wanted nothing more than to have you be his for the rest of his life.

A/N:While writing this I had an idea for another part. So there will be 2 more parts out. Hopefully I’ll get them out Tuesday and Thursday. The rest of my week is going to be super hectic. 

Tags: @wkndwlff​

#jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick imagine #hangman imagine #hangman x y/n #hangman x reader

[bikebound]

Family Heirloom, Reborn: 1990 Honda Shadow 600 by former GT race engineer Fred Lagarde of @tumulte.bike, built for a factory Mercedes AMG driver: “This bike had a great value for the customer because it was a birthday gift for his mum in 1992, and he did his first rides on it. Since that day the bike stayed in the family, but was not running for a long time. He decided to customise it to give it a second life and continue to write the story!” Now sporting a KTM Duke 690 front end, Transalp swingarm with rear disc and custom Shock Factory damper, 17-inch wheels, handmade fiberglass bodywork, @motogadget lighting and instrumentation, and much more. Full story today on BikeBound.com. ⚡️Link in Bio⚡️ https://instagr.am/p/CrN60PuOjQ9/

#IFTTT #Instagram

[contentment-of-cats]

Thrantovember 2023: Day 2

A little short tonight as work and gig are crunching me. A little fluff to make up for the emotional damage of last night

For @queenieschaoscorner 's Thrantovember 2023

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2. Last Chance

It's not to say that they never have any fun on leave. It's just that the particular type of fun they want to have never comes up on leave. There is always some little thing nibbling away at their time. A comm or holonet message, a classified messenger, a situation that requires a remote meeting. 

Not this time, assholes.

Thrawn has only one requirement for their downtime and that is art. That is exactly what Eli is going to give him. Metia 5 has ancient art in abundance from the Sith Wars, in fact it was the now-extinct Metians' principal means of communication. It is also, due to its proximity to the Unknown Regions, almost impossible to punch a comms signal in or out. A personal commlink or datapad can't cut it, it takes a full communications array such as the one in Thrawn's official shuttle or in his latest plainclothes ship. Lomar happily shared the planets hardest to reach by comms, off the holonet web, and preferably the ones where someone would have to get a task force's collective ass in gear to come find them. Eli gave him four bottles of Corellian whisky and left the Nerd Herd happy.

"No knocking over casinos! Keep most of your clothes on! Don't get arrested!" As the Chimaera's crew disperses, Eli waves farewell, sending them to their vices before powering up the Ghtroc 690 light freighter that's their current ride. "Have a good time! Call Yularen for bail!"

Thrawn looks down the ramp at that.

"Joking." 

"Ah." The ramp raises behind Eli as Thrawn stows the last of their gear. "May I know where we are going now?"

"Shortly." Eli goes forward to the cockpit and takes the pilot's seat. "I promise, you're going to love it."

Thrawn joins him as Corellian Traffic Control sends their outbound coordinates. "Are you going to tell me where we are going now?"

There is no rank between them in private. They are equals behind closed doors, flag officer and aide otherwise.

"Wait until we're in hyperspace. I know you, you'll make yourself available for every little thing and we won't get to see any art, much less anything else." The powers that be seem to like wasting Thrawn's time, and there's only so much Eli can stand. Thrawn's time is his time, too. "Reporting ready for space."

"Ready for space. Take us out." 

They head to their jump coordinates that will take them to the Rimma Trade Route and out. Metia 5 is a short hop spinward from there. Once in hyperspace, Eli hands Thrawn a datapad and sets the astromech to handle them in hyperspace. When he looks up again, Thrawn is engrossed and Eli recognizes the little signs of pleasure in his coloration, the edges of his lips tipped up, the brighter red of his eyes. 

"Excellent." The tone is deep and resonant, causing Eli's mind to wander in other directions. "Did you pick this world for the art, or to get me alone in a hot spring with no chance of interruption?"

"I suspect the IHC of having installed a proximity alarm on you, because every time I get close-" 

Frustrating is not the word. Eli's had to do all the legwork because Thrawn will not put the moves on a subordinate.There are going to be moves because otherwise Eli's balls are going to be as blue as Thrawn's. No quickies, either.They remain perfectly proper, not because of any silly-ass fraternization regs that are universally ignored, but because both of them are pariahs. Once they stop being useful, those regs could be enforced.

And Eli knows every day is a roll of the dice in the most hostile possible environment. Every chance could be a last chance in the service.

Thrawn does that thing where he steeples his fingers and looks over the tops of them, one eyebrow raised. "There has not been as much time together as I would wish."

"Stop wishing, you're getting." Eli drawls, "Four weeks." 

New hyperdrive and gyroscope upgrades can't be rushed. When it's done, they can annoy the rebels and other criminals at twice the speed.

"Is there a reason, Eli, for us to wait until our arrival - or can we begin counting the four weeks immediately?"

Eli is not too old to have an instant reaction to that. It's been a while.

"We can start now, Thrawn. Now's good."

#thrantovember 2023 #thrawn #eli vanto

[zenia-7]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

tagged by @mimix007 — the kind and gentle spirit

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19, which may be 14 too many because the AO3 dashboard only lets me see 5 at a time and I miss the others. I actually feel pain when a fic dissappears into “Works (#)” — it has even influenced how I add/edit new works.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

99,519 words

If brevity is the soul of wit, I’m preeeeetty sharp

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Bridgerton and 1 Fellow Travelers drabble

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

King of the Rakes: 723. My first multi-chapter was written unselfconsciously. Then I started thinking and things went downhill from there.

Tryst: 690. Fun ride with Queen Charlotte.

Allow Me This: 611. Me longest fic. Writing 4000 words/chapter was a different beast.

I’m not a man of poetry: 291. Warm feelings for this Carte-Blanche short.

Post-hunt: 289. Yeah! Lusty Anthony! First chapter just flowed. No plan, just type. Thoughts in real time: Cool, he’s into it — that’s hot. Uh oh here comes Benedict! What?! Hilarious.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. Oddly, it’s harder finding my “voice” when responding to a comment than when writing a fic. Do I know myself? I don’t take praise well especially. Rereading my replies can be painful, like remembering a flubbed conversation. Despite my deficient responses I love my commenters and I hope they know that ❤️🤧

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In my own fic I cannot abide angsty endings, torture, and stringing things out gratuitously. Life is short.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm. I think King of the Rakes tops my list. Fluffy fluff and family feels, sunshine for the soul.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

If I do it is must be internal. I sometimes imagine readers (especially mutuals) walking away thinking *all the criticisms I can imagine*. I then imagine calling after them: “Please tell me what you’re thinking! Especially if it’s critical! Do you feel what I feel about this — can you tell it was written stilted, not pure? May the stream of creativity flow unhindered for you, my friend!” (I’m such a weirdo)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

At first I inuendoed my way through “PG-13” fics whose central themes were constant sex. Then I asked myself who I was kidding. Then I let it rip but in the end always found the smut laced with plot and love, like enriched sugar.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope. Never been this obsessed with a show before.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. Would be interesting to try alternating sentences, like the kid’s game.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

kanthony of course

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I can’t relax with unfinished published WIPs so don’t have any. It’s a blessing and a curse. I do have drafts on my computer but that doesn’t bother me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Taking the “me” out of the equation. I can’t always do it but when I do it’s like riding a wave of light.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Not taking the “me” out of writing. Once “my own ideas” creep in they muddy it up so I have to be careful.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Sure. but I like my works to be accessible

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Bridgerton Bridgerton Bridgerton

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

King of the Rakes. Gotta agree with what the kudos say.

@andthebubbles what say you?

#bridgerton

[equallyshaw]

Insta edit: the m series featuring cale makar.

Story Masterlist: 8 parts.

Can be read as a stand-alone, fyi: the main character has a physical disability so that is a huge factor in some of these posts.

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@elizajames has posted to private story: so incredibly proud of you my kale, you deserve this so much and am so grateful to be spending the day with you and your loved ones. Let’s go have some fun🍾🍾

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@calemakar has posted to private story: showing her around BC. 🤍

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@elizajames: NHLPA, Thankyou for this opportunity! My heart is so full, knowing that all my hard word and dedication has paid off. Never in a million years did I ever think I’d get to this point. S/out to the @/coloradoavalanhe for everything this past year and a half. To my crew, I wouldn’t have been able to navigate this world without you guys. (Also, Naz and Burky please come visit soon!) to Becca, my closest confidants, biggest cheerleader and sister, couldn’t have done it without you. To my partner, Thankyou for being with me this past year and a half, you have done so much more than you realize. Incredibly grateful for the love and kindness you show me each day. Finally, my fellow warriors and supporters who have become a community over these past few years- THANKYOU!!! We did it yall!!! We took a big step!

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@becaaaa: my sweet sweet honey, so glad I’ve been in this ride with you. Only up from here ! 🤍🤍

@becaaaa: also crying in the club

@nathanmackinnon: strongest person I know James, so deserved.

↳ @elizajames: Thankyou Nate, appreciate you so much (:

@gabriellandeskog: queen shit

@gabriellandeskog: !!!!! Nobody else deserved this— congrats !

↳ @elizajames: 🥺 Thankyou gabe! See you and Mel soon!

@ericsmith: go bestie go bestie go

↳ @elizajames: 🤪🤪 thanku for being the best date !

↳ @ericsmith: hahahaha c is quaking rn

@calemakar: congratulations, very deserved.

@elizajames: 🤍🤍

@/coloradoavalanche: we are so grateful for you and what you have done for our organization, this award was meant for you! Congratulations 🍾

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@calemakar: E, can’t wait to spend the rest of my life showing how much I love you. ❤️ @elizajames

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@gabriellandeskog: FINALLY

@gabriellandeskog: congrats you two!

@nathanmackinnon: congrats guys! Can’t wait to be the best man

↳ @taylormakar: get in line buddy

↳ @6erikjohnson: yeah get in line

↳ @gabriellandeskog: you are literally at the bottom of the list lol

@becaaaa: 🥹🥹 never forget my ability to make you incapable of playing hockey

↳ @calemakar: nope! Will never forget

@elizajames: can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together…just need a dog first

↳ @taylormakar: I vote for first !!!

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@elizajames: engaged to my best friend 🤍

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1 year after wedding. Year, 2025

@calemakar: we have a new edition to the Makar coming in just a few months…couldn’t be more proud of you my love. Day after day you amaze me with your unwavering strength and faith in your body - despite any setbacks or pain. Our little one has no idea yet, just how incredibly lucky they are to have you as their mum. 🤍

Tag: Elizamakar

65k likes, 3.2k comments.

@becaaaa: hey it’s mom not ‘mum’

@calemakar: tell that to Nate

@nathanmackinnon: oh yeah, tried to explain for ten minutes and she said no. Our kids won’t be saying ‘Mum’

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@elizamakar: incredibly amazed everyday that this is real life. I always said that I would never have kids because I felt as though I couldn’t be a great mom physically, but emotionally I would be the best mom. And the only way I’d have kids, is if I found the right partner. Cale, I found that in you. Thankyou for allowing my secret dream to come true 🫶🏻

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@becaaaa: oh Thankgod this secret is out. I thought I’d reveal it

@gabelandeskog: yeah, I’m shocked you kept it this long lol

@calemakar: anything for you 🤍

finally getting this out...this has been in my drafts for three months lol but hope you guys enjoyed :)

Tag: @fallinallincurls

#cale makar #cale makar insta edit #cale makar x oc #cale makar m series #colorado avalanche #cale makar imagine #cale makar one shot #cale makar series

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

Disappearance of Emanuela Orlandi

Emanuela was the fourth of five children of Ercole and Maria Orlandi (née Pezzano). Her father was an employee of the Vatican Bank according to some reports, or an employee of the papal household according to others. In any event, the family lived inside Vatican City and the children had the free run of the Vatican gardens, according to Pietro Orlandi, Emanuela's older brother. Orlandi was in her second year at a liceo scientifico (high school) in Rome. Although the school year had concluded, she continued to take flute lessons three times per week at the Tommaso Ludovico Da Victoria School, connected with the Pontifical Institute of Sacred Music. She was also part of the choir of the church of Sant'Anna dei Palafrenieri in the Vatican. Orlandi usually travelled by bus to the music school. She would get off the bus after a few stops and then walk 180 to 210 metres (590 to 690 feet). 

On Wednesday 22 June 1983, Orlandi was late to class. She had asked Pietro to ride on the bus to the class, but he had other commitments. "I’ve gone over it so many times, telling myself if only I had accompanied her maybe it wouldn’t have happened", he recalled decades later. Later that day, Emanuela called home, speaking to one of her sisters. Since then, there has been no trace of the teenager, and Italian investigators have been unable to reach a conclusion about what happened to her. She had explained her tardiness in a telephone conversation with her sister, stating that she said she had received a job offer from a representative of Avon Cosmetics. Her sister suggested she talk it over with their parents before making any decisions. According to some reports, Orlandi allegedly met with the Avon rep shortly before her music lesson. At the end of the lesson, Orlandi spoke of the job offer with a girlfriend, who then left the girl at a bus stop in the company of another girl. Orlandi was allegedly last seen getting into a large, dark-coloured BMW.

At 15:00 on Thursday 23 June, Orlandi's parents called the director of the music school to ask if any of their daughter's classmates had information. The police had suggested waiting because "perhaps the girl was with friends". She was officially declared a missing person that day. Over the next two days, announcements of the disappearance were published with the telephone number of the Orlandi house in the newspapers Il Tempo, Paese Sera and Il Messaggero. At 18:00 on Saturday 25 June, a phone call was received from a youth who claimed to be a 16-year-old boy named "Pierluigi". He reported that he and his fiancée had met the missing girl in Piazza Navona that afternoon. The young man mentioned Orlandi's flute, her hair, and the glasses that the girl did not like to wear, along with other details that fit the missing girl. According to "Pierluigi", Orlandi had just had a haircut and had introduced herself as "Barbarella". He claimed she stated that she had just run away from home and was selling Avon products. 

On 28 June, a man calling himself "Mario" called the family and claimed to own a bar near Ponte Vittorio, between the Vatican and the music school. The man said that a girl called "Barbara", a new customer, had confided to him about being a fugitive from home but said that she would return home for her sister's wedding. On 30 June, Rome was plastered with 3,000 posters displaying Orlandi's photograph. On Sunday 3 July, Pope John Paul II, during the Angelus, appealed to those responsible for Orlandi's disappearance, making the hypothesis of kidnapping official for the first time. Two days later, the Orlandi family received the first of a number of anonymous phone calls. Emanuela was supposedly the prisoner of a terrorist group demanding the release of Mehmet Ali Ağca, the Turkish man who shot the Pope in May 1981. No other information was given. In the following days, other calls were received, including one from a man identified as "The American", due to his apparent accent, who played a recording of Orlandi's voice over the phone. A few hours later, in another phone call to the Vatican, the same man suggested an exchange, of Orlandi for Ağca. The anonymous interlocutor mentioned the "Mario" and "Pierluigi" of the earlier telephone calls, defining them as "members of the organisation". On 6 July, a man with a young voice and an American accent informed the ANSA news agency of the demand for an Orlandi-Ağca exchange, asking for the Pope's participation within 20 days and indicating that a basket in the public square near the Parliament would contain proof that Orlandi was indeed in his hands. These were to have been photocopies of her music school ID, a receipt, and a note handwritten by the kidnapped girl. However, the magistrate who was overseeing Orlandi's case did not believe that there was a credible connection between Orlandi's abduction and the Pope's assailant. On 8 July, a man with an alleged Middle Eastern accent phoned one of Orlandi's classmates saying Orlandi was in his hands and that they had 20 days to make the exchange with Ağca. The man also asked for a direct telephone line with then-Secretary of State Agostino Casaroli. The line was installed on 18 July. A total of 16 telephone calls were made by "The American" from different public telephone booths. On the morning of 14 May 2001, the parish priest of the Gregory VII Church near the Vatican discovered a human skull of small dimensions and lacking a jaw in a bag with an image of Padre Pio in a confessional. It has not been officially identified as Orlandi's skull. 

#Emanuela Orlandi #cold cases #true crime #cirme

[semperintrepida]

On That Dizzying POV Change in "The Breaking"—And Why It Was Necessary

Conventional writing wisdom says writers shouldn't change a story's established point of view (POV) and tense in a way readers will find jarring. But I ignore that advice in my novel "The Breaking," because it isn't a conventional story, even though it seems to begin like one.

On the day Kyra was supposed to be executed, the guards who came for her didn't have to drag her from her cell. She'd already accepted that she was going to die screaming in front of a crowd. The torturers would have their way with her, and then the executioner would finally put her out of her misery. She knew misery well, after a year in the Empire's dark and foul prisons. She welcomed the chance to escape it.

Immediately from the start, we know what we're dealing with: third person close POV in past tense, the POV and tense of champions, the most common POV and tense combination in published fiction. How conventional of me! It's as comforting as wearing a warm puffy coat on a snowy day, and we're wrapped in it while we're introduced to Kyra, the woman narrating this tale who also seems likely to be the protagonist. After just a few sentences, we can tell she has a strong voice, and over the course of this short first chapter—only 690 words!—we get to ride along with her as she encounters Deimos Autokratōr, the terrifying warlord who has conquered much of the known world.

Here's how the first chapter ends:

Hands grabbed Kyra by the elbows and held her fast as she fought and kicked. Ineffectual. The irons around her ankles were freed from the coffle and the hands began to pull. "No!" she shouted, stupidly, as she realized the enormity of her mistake. She'd thrown away her chance to escape through death. "Gods have mercy on you," someone whispered, and it was repeated by another, and another, Mercy on you, Mercy on you, trembling in her ears, echoing behind her as the guards dragged her away.

We know poor Kyra is about to experience something terrible, but we're safe, insulated from what's happening to her by our puffy coat of third person past tense.

Then we turn the page to chapter two:

It took you five months to break me. I lasted far longer than anyone else. Judging by the triumphant way you dragged me from your torture chamber to your bedchamber, I might be the only one who's ever left that place with enough sanity intact to serve you.

Oh, shit. The situation has changed. We're no longer riding along with Kyra, we're inside her head right now. There's no safety here in distance, and Kyra is exposed and made vulnerable in a way that makes us feel like voyeurs, or perhaps even a little complicit.

Did I want to jar my readers with this opening sequence? You bet I did! I want to shake you awake, I want to make you squirm, and I do it here by switching to the present tense and a POV called first person direct address. In first person direct address, the narrator is Kyra (the "I") and she is speaking to another character, Deimos (the "you").

But what if I'd chosen to tell this story a different way, without any POV/tense switches? Well, let's rewrite the beginning of the first chapter into first person direct address to make things consistent:

On the day of my execution, the guards don't have to drag me from my cell. I'm going to die screaming in front of a crowd, and I'm ready for it, ready for the torturers to have their way with me until the executioner finally puts me out of my misery. I know misery well, after a year in this Empire's dark and foul prisons. I welcome the chance to escape it.

And also the end of that chapter:

"Gods have mercy on you," someone whispers, and it's repeated by another, and another, Mercy on you, Mercy on you, trembling in my ears, echoing behind me as the guards drag me away.

Now we proceed to chapter two:

It took you five months to break me. I lasted far longer than anyone else…

I mean, it's all right. It works. But does it cause that gut-punch feeling of having our safety snatched away from us? I don't think so.

Let's try things the other way around and make both chapters third person past tense. Here's the end of chapter one, one more time:

"Gods have mercy on you," someone whispered, and it was repeated by another, and another, Mercy on you, Mercy on you, trembling in her ears, echoing behind her as the guards dragged her away.

And now the rewritten chapter two:

Five months passed, five months of torture until Kyra finally broke. She had lasted longer than anyone else. And judging by the triumphant way Deimos had dragged her from the torture chamber to the bedchamber, she might have been the only one who ever left that place with enough sanity intact to serve as Deimos's slave.

This was hard to write! The rhythms are off, the tenses strange ("had lasted"?), and because I'm writing about two women in third person, I run into the usual difficulties of having to avoid ambiguous pronouns. But the crux of the matter is how it felt to write, like I was trying to force the story into a shape it didn't want to be in. When I first had the idea for this book, Kyra's voice came to me in first person, and trying to tell her story any other way simply feels wrong.

But because I'm well aware of conventional writing advice about switching POVs, I wrote two versions of chapter one and sent them to my advance reader. She felt the version with the POV/tense switch had more impact, and that feedback was enough for me to stick with my original vision of using an unconventional technique to open an unconventional story.

#for those of you following this story #i'm curious to know what y'all think #paratext: the breaking #wip: kyklos #blu-ray extras

[kaneralmighty]

Not Patrick Kane related BUT I kind of feel the need to talk about it!

As you might know, I live in Montreal. I’m a Habs and Blackhawks fan. When the Habs picked David Reinbacher, I was happy! I didn’t knew the guy but aye YAY! Welcome here! And it made me so sad to see all the hate he got? It broke my heart because he looked like such a GOOD KID?!

Being drafted to the NHL is supposed to be the happiest day of his life and people ruined it

So me and my friend decided to do something to reverse the hate and the negativity. The idea was to get all the positive comments

And it worked out pretty well! We got 150-200 comments in less than 24h! It was July 1st and my friend went to her workplace since everything was closed to print everything and during our bus ride to Brossard, at the Habs training facility, we glued all the comments in the notebook.

Then, we met David Reinbacher to give him this awesome book. I promise he was so happy looking at all the comments, that was an emotional moment and in the end, we’re so happy we could make a positive difference ❤️

https://twitter.com/canadiensmtl/status/1675580327983558657?s=46&t=5zhIkFLiBneGROmjmchOyw

After this I had a lot of interview request it was a bit crazy but it’s been fun! If you’re curious and want to hear what I had to say :

Petite compilation des entrevues faites sur notre projet pour David Reinbacher avec Bianka D Tremblay

La Gazette de Montréal

(French) Philippe Cantin 98,5

(French) Le retour des Sportifs BPM Sports

CBC

TSN 690

I’m more active on twitter (@suzukipizza) than here. But I wanted to say thank you if you participated in our little project ❤️

#david reinbacher #montreal canadiens #habs #go habs go