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theycallmemarcy · 2 months

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Sweetheart

Steve Raglan x Reader

Warnings: Age gap, reader is in their 20’s, steve is in his late 40’s.

Wordcount: 1,5k

This is my first ever fic! This is my first time writing anything ever. I hope you like it <3, also english is not my first language bear with me.

You’ve been crushing on Steve ever since you started working at the counseling center. How couldn’t you ? He was tall, attractive and he really took a liking to you, treating you delicately and always complimenting you, which made you incredibly flustered.

“Someone’s nervous today” Your co-worker Mia said teasingly. Last night Mia called you over the phone. You guys gossiped for a while and then she asked something that made you get all embarrassed and awkward.

“What's going on between you and Mr. Raglan? He seems to be really interested in you” you hear her say over the phone.

“There’s nothing going on Mia!” you were as red as tomato “Why would there be anything going on?”

“Oh come on y/n, the guy is always talking to you and honestly, i think he checks you out quite a lot” You heard Mia giggle over her phone.

“That's not true! He’s just polite Mia. I don't think he likes me that way” You say trying to dismiss her thoughts, even though what Mia just said has definitely piqued your interest.

“Why do you sound so defensive babes? You like him too or what” she said it in a teasing tone, but you stayed silent, you didn’t know what to reply.

“Oh my god you like him don’t you?” You stayed silent once again.

“Y/n ! When were you gonna tell me, I thought we were work besties, we’re supposed to tell each other everything!” you can almost hear her pout through the phone.

“I’m sorry Mia, it's just weird isn’t it? He’s my boss, and he’s probably 30 years older than me” You said embarrassed.

“It would be weird if he didn’t like you back but let me assure you sweets, the man likes you back” she said giggling “You should ask him out”

“No way, imagine how embarrassing it would be if he didn’t like me back, we work for him Mia, he’ll sack me!” you were trying to laugh it off but you were thinking about it, honestly, you really liked him.

“Come on y/n, give it a shot, I promise you he likes you back, the man is literally obsessed with you”

“You really think I should do it? it's really risky Mia, shouldn’t he be the one asking me out if he’s so ‘obsessed with me’?”

“Just try y/n ! what's the worst thing that could happen”

“He could fire me for starters”

“Okay that’s really bad, but it's just a question, he cannot fire you for that! Please y/n, you’ve been way too long without going on dates, you need it! and honestly? He’s kinda hot” You just giggled, you couldn't believe that this conversation was happening. Were you really going to ask Steve out? It could make things weird and he was so nice to you, it could screw things up right?

“You know what, screw it I’m gonna ask him tomorrow” The call ended with you and Mia giggling like teen girls. You were gonna ask Mr. Raglan out! you couldn’t believe it.

Back to today you were feeling so nervous you felt ill.

“Shut up Mia, I feel so sick right now” You woke up feeling so nervous you almost threw up on your way to the counseling center, overthinking what you said yesterday on the phone, was this really a good idea?

“It's okay y/n, I’m sure it’ll work out, I think he really likes you” she was trying to comfort you by softly rubbing your arm, “and if it doesn’t work out we could always go for a pizza tonight and you could maybe stay over?” All this talk made you even more nervous.

“That sounds good Mia, thanks, I don’t know what I would do without you” She got up from her desk and hugged you tightly.

“You would probably die, now go get him tiger” She whispered to you as she pulled away from the hug so no one would hear, after all she was the only friend close enough to know this, you didn’t want a rumor going around about your crush on Mr. Raglan.

You decided to just get over with it and walked directly to Mr. Raglan’s office, which was very near your work station, and thank god for that so that you couldn’t overthink everything on the way there.

You paused in front of his door, you were getting really nervous. “It's okay, everything will be okay, just take a deep breath” you said to yourself in your head. Before you could think about it more you knocked on the door. You heard a faint “come in” before you opened the door.

“Oh, hi y/n, I wasn’t expecting you. We didn’t have a meeting arranged did we?” He sounded worried, that made you soften up a bit.

“No Mr. Raglan don't worry” you said softly with a smile on your face, he just loved that about you, always cheery. “I just wanted to see if you had a minute. I wanna ask you something” you were starting to get a bit nervous, but you brushed it off to seem more calm.

“Sure sweetheart, sit down, what is it? everything at work okay?” he asked you, he seemed, worried? you chuckled before answering, finally sitting in front of him.

“Everything’s okay Mr. Raglan, it's not work related” to this, he tilted his head sideways, what were you going to ask him? He was starting to get nervous himself.

“Oh, shoot then” he coughed and bent his arms over his desk, trying to get more comfortable.

“Um, I was just wondering if you would wanttogoouttodinnersometime” your voice became quieter with each word you said.

“Sorry sweetheart I didn’t understand that well, could you repeat it for me?” He was talking to you with that sweet voice that drove you insane, he was being so attentive gosh.

“I was wondering” you took a deep breath, Steve chuckled at this. “If you wanted to go out to dinner sometime” you said clearly this time. He must've choked on his own air because he immediately started coughing and stared at you with wide eyes.

You stood up, immediately heading to the door “Oh my god Mr. Raglan I’m sorry I shouldn't have as-” you were cut off by Steve.

“Sweetheart, I was just surprised, don't leave, sit down again please” he said while chuckling a bit. You sat down again in front of him, looking down, you couldn’t look him in the eyes, this was so embarrassing, why did you do that?

Your train of thought got cut off by Steve, who got up and sat at his desk in front of you. “Are you asking me out, bunny?”

“Well yeah, didn't you hear me?” this was so embarrassing he was going to reject you and now you were going to lose your job.

“You really want that y/n? This isn’t a dare or anything right?” Why wasn’t he screaming at you? he should've been mad, why was he being so soft?.

“It isn't a dare Mr. Rag-”

“Just call me steve sweetheart” He interrupted you politely.

“It isn’t a dare, Steve.” you repeated yourself, this time using his name. You were quiet, but he wanted you to continue so he stayed silent as well. “I really like you, and I know it's inappropriate and you’re my boss and every-'' with that, he kissed you, interrupting you once again, he made your mind go blank. He cupped your face softly and you held his hand over your face. You couldn’t believe this was happening, after a brief moment he pulled away.

“I’m sorry that was very impulsive of me. I shouldn't have done that, I shoul’v-” You were the one to cut him off this time, you stood up and kissed him while putting your arms against his chest. He groaned softly at this and brought his hands down to your waist, holding it tightly. After a few seconds you pulled away from the kiss, but you stayed in place.

“I take that as ‘you like me back’” you whispered close to his face, smiling a bit too much, and not being able to look him in the eye..

“That I do sweetheart, that I do” he chuckled against your neck as he nuzzled into it slowly, planting a few kisses along his way, making you sigh in bliss.

“I should probably get back to work” you said, trying to pull away.

“Right now? after all that effort you put into asking me out you have to leave now?” This made you giggle, he was like a child, not wanting to let go off of you.

“Steve you’re supposed to make me work, not skip it” to which he laughed against you. He didn’t want to let go of you anytime soon.

“Alright bunny, go back to work” He patted your hip on your way out. Before opening the door you turned back to steve and said,

“Does tonight sound good? You can pick the place if you want!” you said enthusiastically, this was all very exciting, you haven't been on a date for forever.

“I’ll pick you up at 7 sweetheart, dress pretty”.

#steve raglan #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you #steve raglan x y/n #willaim afton #william afton x reader #william afton x you #matthew lillard #matthew lillard x reader #five nights at freddy's

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matan4il · 4 months

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Daily update post:

This is Yonatan Shimriz. He's the brother of Alon, one of the 3 Israeli hostages kidnapped by Hamas, and accidentally killed by the IDF due to mistakenly thinking they're terrorists. Yonatan also survived with his family the massacre of Oct 7. And he just had a baby boy. Life WILL win, despite those who think they have the right to take it away.

It's been announced today that Israel has hired Prof. Malcolm Shaw, a Jewish British law professor, who specializes in the field of human rights and territorial disputes, to represent it at the International Court of Justice in the Hague. He's one of 4 lawyers that will represent Israel.

If I hadn't verified this is true through several news sources, I would not have believed this scenario. Terrorists fired an RPG at an IDF helicopter in Gaza, missed it, and ended up hitting a medical clinic in kibbutz Nirim, inside Israel, though as you might imagine, it's very close to the border. This is what the clinic looks like after the hit:

Lebanon has filed a complaint with the UN Security Council, blaming Israel for killing Saleh al-Arouri on its territory. Because harboring a senior Hamas terrorist, responsible for the murders of countless Israeli civilians, is not an issue, apparently. Lebanon charges that this is the biggest escalation between it and Israel since 2006 (the Second Lebanon War). They have no issue with Lebanon violating UN resolution 1701, which put an end to that war, conditioned on Hezbollah not being present anywhere between the Litani river and Lebanon's border with Israel (of course Hezbollah has been, and has been firing rockets at Israel from this area). Then again, the UN has done nothing to enforce that part of resolution 1701, so I guess if they don't care, why should the terrorists?

After I posted yesterday that the most likely scenario for who caused the blasts in Iran that killed 84 people is ISIS, the terrorist organization did take responsibility for the terrorist attack. Guess who Iran is still blaming for the attack, and swearing revenge against? The Jewish state. This is what antisemitism looks like. Well. It's one of its many looks.

On a different note, I wanted to see what the American media said about Claudine Gay's resignation, and I was horrified to hear that it's all painted in terms of liberals vs conservatives. Here's the thing, that may be completely true, but I just don't care. Antisemitism is a real issue, and the way the resignation is talked about, it's like the safety of Jewish students is nothing. Antisemitism is just a tool, and sometimes one political camp uses it against its rival, while at other times, that happens in the opposite direction. But it's like Jews are not even a part of the conversation. IDK, maybe it's because I'm an outsider, but the way Jews don't seem to matter even when antisemitism is supposedly finally being discussed, is truly startling. I'm in the middle of an active war zone, and I'm honestly sat here, worried for Jews abroad.

After a lot of work to gather information about their fate, the last 3 Israeli men missing since Oct 7 are now defined as hostages, which brings the total number of those kidnapped to 136, including bodies, and Israelis kidnapped before the massacre (2 living men and 2 bodies). There's one more missing Israeli woman, whose fate is still to be determined. We're 3 months into this nightmare, and there are still so many question marks. Even with those defined as murdered or kidnapped at a certain point, we've seen that sometimes there's new info, which changes what we believe happened to them.

And here's an example for the latter. This is 38 years old Tamir Adar.

Until yesterday, he was believed to be held hostage in Gaza. As new information was gathered, it was determined that he had been murdered on Oct 7. Tamir is the grandson of Holocaust survivor Yafa Adar, who was herself kidnapped, and released in the hostage deal. His body is still being held by the terrorists. Yafa herself was filmed as she was being taken to Gaza, holding her head up, and not crying. In an interview she gave after her release, she said that she refused to cry, because she wanted her family to be proud of her if they saw the footage. She also said that she's still not free, because her grandson is still in Gaza. I can't imagine what Yafa and her family feel after the news about Tamir's fate. May his memory be a blessing.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

#israel #israeli #israel news #israel under attack #israel under fire #israelunderattack #terrorism #anti terrorism #antisemitism #hamas #antisemitic #antisemites #jews #jew #judaism #jumblr #frumblr #jewish

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lucy90712 · 7 months

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Gavi- You should be mine

wc: 1800+

Gavi's POV

Just as I was getting into bed I heard the doorbell ring which I so desperately wanted to ignore but for whatever reason my brain told me I had to at least go and see who it was so I made my way back downstairs and to the front door. I don't have a peep hole so I had to open the door to see who was outside so I opened it slightly to start with before opening fully as soon as I saw who was standing there. On my door step was y/n who has been my friend since we became teenagers with red eyes and tears streaming down her face. Seeing her like that made my heart break so I invited her in and got her to sit down with me on the sofa where she curled into my side and just kept crying.

Usually I don't really know what to do in these types of situations but I could tell she just needed someone to comfort her so I put an arm around her and just stroked her back in hopes that it would calm her down enough to talk to me. She kept crying for a while before she calmed down and looked at me properly for the first time since she got here. I used the opportunity to wipe some of the tears from her face and move her hair out of her face as it was sticking to where her tears had been running. Just from the look on her face I knew whatever happened had not just made her upset but hurt her which instantly made me a bit mad as I don't know who in their right mind would hurt such an amazing person.

"H-he cheated on me" she whispered after a few minutes of silence

Her damn boyfriend was the one who hurt her of course he was. The two of them have been together for almost a year and I never liked him from the start but I put it down to jealousy as I've always liked her but just never been brave enough to admit my feelings. Now however I know that my distrust was warranted as he's gone and cheated on her and made her the most upset I've ever seen anyone.

"What happened?" I asked wanting more information

"He's been cheating for 7 months and I found out tonight after someone sent me a picture of him kissing some other girl after his last match which is why he didn't want me to go because he was bringing his other girlfriend" she explained

"Dickhead he's a dickhead" I whispered to myself

"Y/n I'm so sorry that's just awful she should've never done that to you" I said out loud

"I just feel so stupid I mean it should've been so obvious when he would just ignore me for days or not want me to go places with him" she said

"Hey you're not stupid he is you trusted him and he took advantage of you he's the one that's in the wrong I mean who cheats on an amazing girl like you" I said

"Thank you Pablo you always know how to make me feel better" she said

It was obvious that she was still upset so I convinced her to stay the night so that she wouldn't be alone. She looked at me for a second before resting her head on my arm which I just knew would be uncomfortable so I gently moved her so that she was resting her head on my chest instead. Subconsciously I started to play with her hair which made her look at me again but she just smiled and laid back down so I continued. Eventually I noticed her breathing change which told me she was asleep and meant I was stuck on the sofa for the rest of the night but honestly I didn't care because she was in my arms and seemed a lot happier than when she arrived. Just to make things more comfortable I slowly moved until the both of us were laying down and k could get some sleep too.

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Your POV

Over the last few days since breaking up with my ex I have been spending a lot of time with Pablo and he has made me feel so much more appreciated than my boyfriend ever did. He has been so sweet he has come to see me everyday after training and brought me snacks and chocolates that he knows I love. Yesterday he invited me to his game today which I have been really excited about because I haven't watched him play in ages as I was always going to my ex's games instead but now I get to watch Pablo be the amazing player I know he is. All morning he has been telling me how excited he is for me to come to the game which has made me really happy as finally someone is excited to have me around.

All of my excitement dissipated when I arrived at camp nou and got in my seat and actually paid attention to who Barcelona were playing. They were playing the team my ex just joined in the recent transfer window which means he's here and probably playing. My heart was racing as I haven't seen him since we broke up and I didn't want to ever see him again especially so soon but now there's a high chance that I will. Throughout the entire warm up I was distracted but I was brought back to reality when I got a text from Pablo telling me that he was really sorry he told me to come and that he didn't know my ex had switched teams. He promised to protect me and not allow my ex anywhere near me which made me feel a whole lot better because I know that when he makes a promise he will never break it.

When the game started I tried my best to just focus on Pablo on the pitch which worked pretty well until Barcelona got a free kick next the box and my ex made the mistake of pushing Pablo. That sent him off and of course he pushed him back harder which resulted in an argument between the two of them on the pitch and they both ended up with a yellow card. Even from a distance I could see the rage flowing through Pablo but he soon got his revenge when he made a run getting past my ex and scoring. As a celebration he held up a heart and then my initial which made me smile and blush a little knowing he dedicated a goal to me.

After the match I went to the tunnel to wait for Pablo to come out which made me very nervous as if I was going to see my ex it would be now but I remember the promise Lablo made to me and that helped me calm down. He was so committed to his promise that he came out the locker room with no shoes on and pulling his shirt over his head which meant his abs were on show for a second which had me blushing all over again. We stood together in the hallway as he finished getting ready and I was sure glad he was there was my ex walked past but completely ignored me when he noticed Pablo by my side. We eventually the stadium and I drove us back to his place so we could spend the evening together.

"What happened with your yellow card?" I asked when we got inside

"Ok I'll admit my anger took over a bit but I was going to leave it at just pushing him back but he said something about you which I'm not going to repeat and it just made me so mad that I wasn't going to let him get away with it" he explained

"Thank you for standing up for me" I said

"I'd do it any day it was worth the yellow card honestly" he laughed

"You are such a nightmare sometimes I swear" I laughed with him

We went and sat down together but he got up not long after to get the both of us something to drink and some snacks. When he sat back down I sat right by his side as leant my head against him as it's comfortable and I like to be close to him. Since the breakup I have felt the feelings I had for Pablo before getting into the relationship coming back. I liked him before getting into a relationship with my ex but I thought that we'd never be more than friends which I why I gave up and decided to date someone else. Now that I'm not in a relationship and am back to spending loads of time with Pablo those feelings are coming back which feels so wrong as I just got out of a relationship but I just can't help it. The worst part about it is that I know he'd never feel the same way I mean he could have any girl he wanted so there's no way he'd choose to be with me.

While I was thinking I didn't notice Pablo put his hand on my waist but I did notice when he started to rub his thumb on my skin. When I noticed I looked up at him and smiled while trying not to blush as that would definitely give away my feelings and I can't deal with that right now. Feeling his hands on my waist made my mind involuntarily think about what my life would be like if I'd dated Pablo instead of my jerk of an ex boyfriend. My mind definitely shouldn't still be thinking about that but I just couldn't help myself.

"Y/n" Pablo said taking me out of my train of thought

"Yeah what's up?" I asked

"This is probably way too soon but I can't keep it to myself anymore I have feelings for you and have done for forever and I get if you don't feel the same but I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore" he rambled

"Hey calm down I feel the same way too and I want to be with you if that's what you want but I want to take things slow" I said

"Of course we can take things slow I'm just happy I can call you mine" he said

"Can I kiss you?" He then asked

Instead of answering I just nodded and he grabbed my face pulling me into a kiss. His lips felt so good against mine it was as if they fit perfectly together which only made me heart feel even more full of love for Pablo. When we both finally pulled away he moved me so that I was sat on his lap which meant he could fully wrap me up in his arms. I stayed in his arms for the rest of the night until he carried me up to bed and we cuddled until we both feel asleep and it just felt so right to be with him and not anyone else.

#gavi imagines #gavi oneshots #gavi imagine #pablo gavi imagines #pablo gavi oneshots #Gavi #gavi x reader #football imagine

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ivy-diaries · 1 month

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‎ ⁎ ‎ ‎ 𓍼 ‎ ‎ ๋ ‎ ◜ &.&. THE IVY INCIDENT ep 1. ◞ ‎ ... ‎ ‎

The intro plays, and Ivy appears on the screen smiling and leaning into the mic to speak. “Hello guys, welcome to my new podcast, 'The Ivy Incident!!’ This has been in the works ever since I stepped into the dive podcast studio when I came here to film the kpop daebak show with Eric so it's soo exciting to finally show you guys this project!” she laughs as the other staff there are heard clapping.

Laughing, she continues "so in this podcast, I invite my friends from the industry and we just you know, talk and share stories! It's a lot similar to Eric's but mine is more personal if you will because all these people are very very close to me and I've known them for a pretty long time! This episode is just gonna be me cuz this is like an introduction for all the first-time listeners who don't know who I am!" “So I heard Diane has some questions prepared for me, so let's get into it!”

“let's start with the basics, yeah? Who is Ivy Jennifer James?” Diane asks her.

“Oh we’re going back to the beginning okay! So as you’ve already mentioned, my name is ivy jennifer james. I was born in New Castle, Australia where I lived till I was five and then I moved to the US where again I lived for five years before moving to Korea when I was eleven. And in korea, i signed with bighit entertainment and when i was asked if i was ready to debut when i was 14 i think? I was like imma do it. So i debuted at 14 under both jype and bighit and the rest is history! And i'm here today hehe”

“What motivated you to pursue a career as a solo artist?”

“Hmm i think ever since i got into bighit, i've always wanted to be a soloist? I'm not really sure why but I always saw myself as a soloist for some reason. Even till now, if you ask my dad he’d say that i was born to do this” ivy laughs and continues “i think ever since i was little ive wanted to something in the field of music and performance”

“Was being a kpop idol your first choice?”

“It was actually! I mean keeping in mind that i started this since i was a literal child, it actually was my first choice. The kids at school did tease me for this but look at me now” ivy chuckles

“Who are your music inspirations?”

“That's a great question and I was literally talking to Jun about this this morning! I dont have one specific inspiration but i think i draw inspiration from any and all artists! I've been pretty inspired by the Beatles and Rolling Stone pretty recently and obviously, Taylor Swift is one of my biggest inspirations out there.”

“Are you a sweet or savory type of person?”

“It honestly depends on my mood if i'm being honest” she laughs hard “now, im craving something savory! I'd kill for some fries right now oh man you’ve perked up my cravings now diane!!”

“What's the last song you listened to?”

Ivy laughs hard and almost tears up laughing “this is actually so funny oh my god the last song i listened to is actually a helium ingested cover of let me love you by justin bieber which yeonjun sung for me yesterday after a party we went to and let me tell you, it was soo funny!!”

“According to you, tell me 3 flaws and 3 qualities about yourself”

“Ooh, three qualities of mine would be, one, I think I'm kind I guess? Second, I'm somewhat responsible, and third and finally, I think I'm a human sized golden retriever because I'm very bubbly and very smiley smiley most of the time! And three flaws of mine are, one, i’m a big overthinker, i just rethink about every single choice or word of mine a little too much. Second, my moods are based on the weather…”

Ivy laughs at the look on Diane's face “yea.. My mood everyday kinda depends on how good the weather is.. That's why I'm not as fond of the rain because it makes me kind of depressed and I just shut myself off most of the time. Third, im a bit of a perfectionist so i expect any and all things to be a little too perfect.. If its not what i expect it to be, i just leave that and will not ever touch on it again and i know i should change these things and i am trying so.. yeah “

“okay, something similar but three things you like and three things you dislike”

“I don't like these types of questions!!” she laughs “it makes me think too much to give an answer!! But anyways… hmm three things i like are, one, my husband” she giggles as a small blush is seen on her cheek “well it's true!! I wouldn't have married him if I didn't like him would I?” she giggles “second, i really love what i do so, my career and third, my loved ones! I love my friends and family because they've stuck with me through thick and thin and I'm really grateful for that!” she smiles and gives the camera a little hand heart

“three things i hate are.. Hmm lets see… one, people who do not value privacy. I've said this multiple times and i'll say this again but I do love my fans.. I love them a lot and I wouldn't be here without them. But there are some people who claim that they are fans but do unhinged stuff to get close to me. And like that's why I've sued some people for not valuing my privacy. I got hate for it but honestly I don't care when the privacy and the lives of the people i love are at stake."

"Second, coming back to a slightly normal side, I absolutely hate the smell of fish. I don't know if it's cuz im vegetarian but I always throw up whenever I smell it and third, coming back to a more serious side, I hate the fact that most people on the internet feel like it's their right to comment on us as celebrities or idols or as performers. It's so irritating that they don't even feel sorry for what they say. They don't know how much we over think it and it slowly becomes an insecurity that takes years to wear off.”

“Okay this is your second to last question and the question is, For listeners who may not have heard your music before, can you recommend a few songs that best represent your sound and artistic vision?”

“That is a really good question, oh my god! So I think my discography is quite diverse and I have a lot of songs for different kinds of people who like different things. So the top three songs that i’d recommend to people are, one, vengeance as its called. There's no explanation for that song but I loved making it and loved singing it so that's the first song and second, I have a song called lovers in the night that i co wrote with seori which I absolutely loved and we had a great time writing the song. And third I think is, my whole album called “for us.” which i wrote with yeonjun and its songs dedicated for each other and hence called for us!”

“Okay… last question, can you give us any hints of the upcoming guests you have here?” Diane asks, smiling knowingly. Ivy giggles and wiggles her fingers across the camera

“Well I guess I can.. But most of my friends have not given me exact dates of their free schedule so even i’m not really sure on whos coming” she laughs at herself “so that's all i can tell you now because that's just all i know so” she just shrugs as she smiles.

“That's it for this episode and I hope you guys enjoyed this. I'm so excited for all the things we have in store for you guys and I hope you look forward to it!! So this has been ivy so far and thank you for listening to the ivy incident! Have a good day or good night bye!!”

⋆ ivy taglist ˒ @stealanity @alixnsuperstxr @riikiblr @skz-libby @escapetheash (lmk if u wanna be added or removed)

⋆ priya says ˒ so this is not proofread so read at ur own risk lol <33 but if you've come this far,, please reblog with the bow emoji (🎀) so I know that readers are interactive and writers get the credit they deserve!! so lmk who you want to see on ivys podcast and any feedback tbh!! Happy reading!!

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fordchen · 2 months

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My forever bestfriend

I shed a few tears writing this. I hope you like it!

It had been a long day at the Mid-Wilshire police station. Lucy had recently received a Golden Ticket and after a few days, she chose to become a detective in the Juvenile Division after realizing that undercover work wasn’t made for her. Ever since dating Tim, undercover work stopped making sense to her. The Juvenile Division made perfect sense for her because of what some coworkers had deemed her superpower — her empathy.

Yet, it had been a draining day. She faced hard cases after the other and after days of doing overtime, she needed some time alone. She texted Tim to let her know she had to make a stop before coming back home before she headed to the cemetery. She slowly walked through the cemetery until she reached Jackson’s headstone. She smiled weakly as she sat down, tears immediately falling down her face. It had been a long time since her last visit. Work had been so busy that she never found the time to visit her best friend. It had been 5 years since Jackson’s death, yet it still felt like yesterday. She could still hear his voice at times or picture his reactions in certain situations. Saying she misses him would be an understatement. Life was unfair. “Hey Jackson.” Lucy said as she wiped her tears away, staring at his name and the fresh flowers in front of her. “I’m sorry I haven’t visited in a while. Work has been insane. I actually got a golden ticket recently and became a Detective in the Juvenile Division. It’s been a lot but I am very happy. I know I said for the longest time that I wanted to become an undercover cop but it didn’t make sense, Jackson. I can’t do that to Tim, and it’s honestly too dangerous.” She said, letting out a sigh. She swore that she could sense his presence and closed her eyes for a few seconds, embracing the silence. “Speaking of Tim, we got engaged last weekend. I know you weren’t too far, I sensed your presence and made the moment even more special. He is my everything. I know that you would tease me, and you would be absolutely right! Can you remember how much I complained about him during our rookie year? and how he absolutely drove me crazy?” She let out a wet giggle. “He is the love of my life and my biggest supporter. He has grown so much since I have met him and I am sure you would absolutely love him. I… I actually am keeping a little secret and I wanted you to be the first to know.” She said as she placed a hand on her small stomach bump. “I found out I was pregnant today. I had been sick for a few days and didn’t think much of it, yet after talking to Angela, I decided that maybe taking a test would be worth it and it definitely was. I can’t wait to tell Tim. He has been waiting for this moment for so long… Other than that, everyone is doing well. Baby Jackson is turning 5 in a few weeks and I’m in charge of organizing his birthday party. Angela and Wesley have faced some hardships lately, struggling to deal with their jobs and kids but they figured it out. Your parents have been amazing and become my parents in some way… We constantly talk about you, your dad is retiring soon. He realized how precious life is and that he wants to enjoy every second possible. I think I’m going to ask your dad to walk me down the aisle since my parents rejected me.”

It slowly became darker outside as the sun was setting. She felt her phone buzz as Tim texted her to check if she was okay. She knew she had to get going and got up, not really wanting to leave. “I miss you, Jackson. It has been really hard recently… I’m going through every life event we once dreamed about together and it has hit me all at once. You should be here with us, life is unfair. I forget your voice sometimes and have to listen to videos for hours to make sure I won’t forget it again. I love you and I promise I will visit you soon okay?” She put a hand on his headstone and gave it a weak smile before she suddenly felt two arms wrapped around her from behind. She immediately relaxed, knowing it was Tim. Tim placed a kiss on her head as he held her close to him, rocking her gently to soothe her. “Come on baby, let’s get you home. It’s been a long day. See you soon, Jackson.” He whispered before walking with her to his truck.

#lucy chen #jackson west #the rookie #the rookie fic #chenford #lucy chen fic #jackson west fic

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southpawbitch · 8 months

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Busy | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Masterlist (this is part FIVE; read the others here)

word count: 1.7k

summary: rhett ends things (feels like a spoiler, but c'mon guys...what did you think was going to happen?)

warnings: mentions of cheating, maria, reader has an alarm set to take birth control

A/N: so as promised, here's the next part! i don't super love it...i was trying very hard to avoid them having this convo, but i really needed a transition because the next part will be a time skip! lightly edited (i'm a working gal). hope u enjoy!!! x MJ

Rhett’s nervous as he stands at your door, fiddling with his thumbs that are wrapped tightly around the small bouquet of wildflowers he picked up at the farmer’s market a half-hour ago. He wasn’t sure what his plan was for today–just that he had to see you–and when he saw these flowers, he couldn’t not get them for you. Maybe it’s because of his growing feelings towards you over the past year, or the guilt that he can’t seem to shake, but he’s here to make things right with you–for good.

You’re sitting on the couch avoiding real life by immersing yourself into the fictional world of The Nanny where cell phones and cowboys are essentially nonexistent when you hear the knock on the door. You’re surprised Fran’s voice didn’t drown out the sound, but you perk up anyway, turning your head to look out the obscured glass in the wooden door. You can’t make out much, just that they’re tall, and you assume it’s one of your brothers coming to ask you if you’re alright. You haven’t left the pool house in two weeks, and you only look at your phone when the alarm to take your birth control goes off at 5:55pm each day.

You pad across the hardwood floor into the small entryway, and pull open the door slightly, revealing Rhett. He’s not smiling, but he is trembling like he’s nervous to be standing on your doorstep. You stand up a little straighter, hoping he can’t tell that you’ve been wearing the same oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts going on four days straight and haven’t washed your hair in the same amount of time. You take a step back, distancing yourself as much as you can while keeping the door slightly closed, not wanting him to see the complete mess you’ve made of your space.

“I’m busy, Rhett.” It feels like a knife to the chest when you say his name. He hasn’t heard it in a while, and you sound less than pleased to see him here at your door. He can’t blame you, though. The last time you saw him, he was cozying up to Maria at The Pit Bar and you were being berated by your fiance for dropping a glass and attracting the attention of the entire building. He assumes that’s why you’ve been holed up for weeks. He heard Katie and Jade talking about trying to get you to come out with them when he was at The Handsome Gambler yesterday. It makes him sick to think he could be the reason for it all. And he knows he is. The list of reasons for his unexpected visit keep growing the longer he thinks about it.

“We need to talk.” He’s not asking, and he’s not buying your lame excuse. Clearly, you’re not busy. You’re the only one home–period. Every truck is gone from the main driveway, and he saw your mom at the farmer’s market. On top of that, It’s not like you to distance yourself from everyone and everything. At least, he doesn’t think it is. He’s worried about more than one thing at the moment, and it would be a lot easier if you’d just relax and let him in. “I-I got you these.” He stutters slightly, holding out the small bouquet of flowers towards you like a peace offering.

You honestly didn’t even notice the multicolored bundle of flowers in his hands before this moment–you were too wound up from seeing him for the first time since that night. A shiver goes down your spine as you accept them, reluctantly dropping your hand from the door handle and retreating back into your house for a vase to keep them in.

Rhett lets himself in behind you, noticing the state of your place. He’s never seen the pool house in such disarray. Mail that hasn’t been sorted through or opened is strewn across the entry table, shoes litter the hallway, and as he gets into the living area, he sees it’s not much better. There are glasses sitting on nearly every surface, along with a growing collection of empty wine bottles on the counter. Your favorite mindless TV show plays in the background, and a bundle of blankets and pillows are piled on the sofa. He stops in between the living room and the kitchen, watching you put water in a vase he made during a pottery class he took with Amy for her birthday six months ago.

“Are you gonna talk, or what?” You ask, not bothering to look up from what you’re doing, placing the flowers in the vase, arranging them nicely as they sit in the middle of the counter.

“I’m sorry about Maria, but–” Your head snaps up and you make eye contact with him. He can see the tears already forming in your eyes, and he has to admit it’s a bit much for him. He’s never been good with negative emotions, especially when other people are the one experiencing them on account of him. “You’re engaged…I-I can’t keep stringin’ you along like this.” He wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans and keeps distance between the two of you. You’re just staring at him with those big, doe eyes. A single tear falls down your cheek, and admittedly, he wants to pull you into him and wipe it away and make it all better, but the two of you being together only causes chaos–no matter how right it may feel, it’s one-hundred percent wrong.

You know his words are true, but you’ve been desperately trying to sweep your reality under the rug and live in this dream world you created when you started sleeping with him. It was all so innocent at first. He hadn’t really ever thought of you as someone he could be with, and you were living out a high school fantasy. It felt like playing pretend. You never imagined you’d actually fall for him, and you’re not sure how you’ll ever be able to stop. Now, he’s standing in front of you, admitting that he’s the one stringing you along–like he knows you have real feelings for him that he can’t reciprocate. Maybe it’s still just a fun, little game for him. Maybe his feelings haven’t changed since that first time. Maybe they never will.

“You brought me flowers to tell me that?” You cross your arms over your chest as you stand on the other side of the counter. It hurts to hear him say what you probably should’ve known all along. You knew it wouldn’t last forever, but you never thought it would end like this. You thought you’d slowly stop wanting to see him after the thrill of what you were doing wore off, but that never happened. A hint of something you’d probably call ‘love’ lingers in the air when the two of you are together, but you’re not dumb enough to call it that. Not anymore, at least.

“I think you know how I feel about you, but it’s not fair for either of us. It’s not fair for Ben…or Maria.”

Your mouth opens to respond, but instead of allowing her name to spill out of your mouth angrily, you laugh dryly. Do you know how he feels about you? “You say that like you’re dating her.”

And then he’s quiet, which confirms that your petty response is true. Whatever him and Maria had all those years ago must still be there. There are so many things you want to say to him right now. You want to remind him what she did in high school and that their entire relationship was built on that lie. You want to remind him that it didn’t work out the first time, and ask him what he thinks will be different this time, but you don’t. You can’t. He’s right about one thing. It wouldn’t be fair for you to criticize his relationship. You’re the one that’s supposed to be getting married. He doesn’t owe you anything. It’s a tough pill to swallow.

“I wanted you to hear it from me first, but I’m leaving.”

“Yeah, okay.” You roll your eyes, turning your head to look out the glass doors that lead to the pool. You can’t look at him any longer. He can feel the hurt from across the room, but he knows this is the right thing to do. You have to quit each other–this can’t keep happening. He’s doing this for you. You’re just way too stubborn to see that.

“I’m going to Denver to ride. I just don’t think I can stay here any longer.” What he means is that he can’t stay here and watch you get married to that asshole, but he leaves that part out. He may not like Ben, but the guy is perfect for you. Your family loves him. Your friends are his friends. In all honesty, he can’t compete with that, and he’s not going to. He’s not the marrying type, and he knows that’s what you want–that’s what you’re getting. He’s done getting in the way of it.

You can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. It’s been a well known fact that Rhett Abbott has always wanted to leave Wabang, but it’s been almost a decade since you graduated high school, and he’s still here. You’re not sure he even has it in him to leave, but you nod your head in understanding, knowing that if you try to speak, more tears might come. It feels like you’ve only been crying because of him these days. Ben’s hurtful actions don’t even seem to phase you anymore, but it’s different coming from Rhett. It’s not even a bad feeling. It’s just genuine emotion. You’re not faking anything when it comes to him. The heartache is real.

“I think it’s best we put this behind us. I want you to be happy, and I know you’re never gonna be happy with me.” The worst part is that Rhett Abbott truly believes every single word that just came out of his mouth. And you let him leave without correcting him as you watch him walk across the grass to his blue truck, hoping that by next week, he’ll take back everything he said to you today.

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #rhett abbot x reader #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott x you #outer range #outer range fanfic #lewis pullman

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beauty-and-passion · 4 months

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What Makes the Perfect Gift?: A real Aside (and no stakes left)

As always, thank you for the people writing me every time there is something new SaSi-related, because I don't pay attention to Thomas' Youtube account anymore.

In this case, thank you twice, because I would've never paid attention until 2024, considering I had pretty clear plans for my holidays and they involved:

a Christmas trip with my family

a (hopefully!) New Year trip away from home (hopefully!)

But since my plans were too good, the universe decided "Fuck no" and gave me fucking Covid. So my Christmas plan blew away and here I am, slowly recovering for New Year. Thanks. Great.

So I apologize for taking quite some time to reply to comments, asks and everything else: until yesterday, I still had some fever and was unable to look at any screen without feeling even more feverish. But today I'm better, so here I am, finally watching and writing about this Aside.

I'll admit it: I was quite curious, because in the first ask, the anon told me there was a "video (?)", while the other talked about an episode. Me, being the cynical person I am, immediately thought it was Mr. Sander's new Christmas ad for his new sweaters.

But, to my joy, it was not. Glad to know that Mr. Sanders can do something SaSi-related that is not just an ad.

Honestly, this Aside is way, WAY better than the previous one. The characters' personalities are better, the interactions are better, everything is better. Even the moral and the writing of the episode are better.

Sure, there are still a few things here and there I do not like, but compared to the previous Aside, they're way less. Still, I will mention them all because of intellectual honesty and because it doesn’t make sense to ignore the bad to focus on the good only.

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Where the fuck does everyone live?

The episode starts: Logan calls everyone, says they will do a Secret Santa and that "Janus and Remus will join us today".

First of all, I can understand why Virgil is groaning, but why Roman is groaning too? He got Janus for the Secret Santa, so he should already know Janus is joining them today. Otherwise, how was he supposed to give him his gift? By mailing it? I know it's a small inconsistency, but this is a small episode too, so there shouldn't be inconsistencies at all.

Second, Logan talks about Remus and Janus joining them, by saying that "they'll get here" and that "they came all this way to spend Christmas with us".

For me, this raises A LOT of questions because Logan uses the kind of language you would use if your aunts/grandparents come to visit you on Christmas - i.e. if someone who lives far away from you comes to your place.

But these people all live inside Thomas' mind. So how far do these two live? How does Thomas' mind works? And most importantly: is Thomas copying my headcanons about the mind and the Sides' rooms? In that case:

At least acknowledge you're taking inspiration from me, Mr. Sanders. It's not nice to steal ideas without admitting it.

When I said the mind is vast, I also explained that the Sides can move fairly quickly between planes and Janus can even jump from Unconscious to Subconscious in seconds. I also explained that Logan doesn't know how many actual planes there are in the mind, so why should he say that Janus and Remus had to come "all this way" to meet them, if he doesn't know how big "all this way" is?

If Mr. Sanders isn't inspired but he just decided now that the mind is huge (which contradicts his past idea, since he said in the past that the Sides live in rooms and every room changes according to the space Thomas is), at least offer more details about this new idea and think about them. You can't just change your canon and go with it. That's writing 101, you should already know that.

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Janus has been replaced by his drunk doppelganger

I explained in my last post why Janus being a wine mom is funny and the reason is that it's subtle. It's not thrown in the face.

So no, Janus showing a massive wine bottle isn't funny, nor subtle. It's exactly what I meant by "thrown in your face".

And this saddens me because... do you remember his introduction? His first episodes? How suave he was? How focused he was on being this mysterious, charming, dark figure?

Ah yes, exactly like he is now: a laughing, bubbling, drunk idiot.

Seriously, does this look like the same character to you? Does this look like the same guy?

I don't know if Thomas didn't know how to handle Janus or straight-up forgot who he was supposed to be. In that case, please allow me to remind you all that Janus was supposed to be the bearer of Thomas' secrets, the embodiment of lies and (probably), the one who hides the last Side. Do you think this kind of figure should act more like a suave, mysterious guy or like a drunk idiot?

And yes, I know “alcohol funny ah ah”, but Janus is the last Side who should be a heavy drinker, considering how much self-control he needs and what kind of jobs he has.

It’s just sad to see such a character being mishandled like that, you know?

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Patton's gift and the true Creativity

You know, people blamed Patton for giving Remus an air fryer because "it's the gift you give when you don't really know someone" and bla bla bla... but that's all bullshit and the reason is very simple: Remus is a creative force.

Yes, that's it, that's all you need. Remus is a creative force and to a creative force you can feed literally anything. It doesn't matter if it's an air fryer, a 200$ painting set or a single needle, Remus would've found a way to use all of them. Heck, Patton could've gifted him literal trash and Remus would've found a way to use that too.

Also if you notice, Remus doesn't hate the gift, on the contrary: he's extremely curious about it, he asks what he can fry inside it and when he leaves, he already has plans on how to use it. That's how Creativity works. That's how Remus works. And that proves what a great Creativity he is.

Remus truly is the best character.

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Remus' gift and the unexpected wholesomeness

Listen, I'm not biased towards Remus... okay, maybe a little bit. But still, his gift is wholesome and here's why:

it's handmade! I mean, even if it's disgusting, he spent time making it by himself. That proves he cares about Virgil so much, to spend his time making something for him

It's handmade, which proves Remus is a creative force, because what's more creative than making something yourself?

Mr Fuzzy is probably the offspring of one of the Great Old Ones, considering it’s a monstrosity with too many eyes, no clear shape and its real name is something similar to the name of the Great Old Ones themselves

Mr Fuzzy is made with the stuff in the shower drain and that proves it's probably the offspring of Cthulhu because, you know, water

Virgil knows Remus gives a name to the stuff in his shower drain and that's like proof no. #700 they know each other very well

Remus is saving Virgil from Cthulhu, because when it wakes up, it will probably spare Virgil for taking care of its demonic offspring.

And most importantly:

M̶̨̖͈̟͕̰̠̀͑̊̓̍̒̅͠r̸̘̲̜̖͆͗̇͛͑͂́ ̶̼͎̽̓̊͗F̴̫̈́̈́̈́̔͆̀̎̈͘ụ̶̉z̵̧̢̜̖̘̩͒̎͛́͘ẑ̴̺̺͓̩̝͎͙̖̳̓̈́̇̄̈ͅy̶͕̱͔͖̿ͅ ̴̦̼͓͎͕̩̆̓́͑͠͠d̶͙͚̩͇̳̑̑͂͒̂̏͛̏̚ǫ̶̦̘̦̺̣̬͎͐ẽ̷̮̯͚͎̾̽̊̋s̴̛̟̮̻̱͕̗̼̹̭̐̐́̌̋͋̄̈́́n̶̡̢͓̺̔'̵̨̯̤̬̜͇̭̅́t̵̪͛̈̃̐͝ ̷̡̠̤̱͈̳̎͆͝͝͠ḽ̶̚i̶̯̱̙̟̼̪̭̳̹̅̎͋͋̓̊͗̇͛͌ǩ̷̪͘e̷͎̖̦̔̒̿̎ ̵͚̩̄̈́͑̑̾͆̇̒̎b̴̨̛͙͈̱̙̗̰̗̎̀̔̿̎̔͝ẽ̸̡̥̫̂̍̒̋́́̂͘̚ȋ̵̧̛͎̩̫͉̰̋͐̄̈́͊̐̀̑͜n̷̩̻͚͇̰̝̣̠̈̀g̵̺͉̔̈́̊͒̓̃̉̚͘͜ ̶̺̳͓͕͔̱͗͆̓̐̑̚͝͝d̷̬̘͚̘̬̣̭̙̼̃̏̓̾̔̌̀̍̽r̷̛̩̮̞̜̟̐͂́͘͜ͅo̸̧̢̗̝̣͙̘̟͆̀̊̃̉͌͜͠p̵̛̻̠͍̑̅̀́̈́p̷̨̡̖̙͙̥̹̥̞̓͋̈́̽̀e̶̡̳̣̟̖͐̒̾̿̐͝d̸̖͋͆̽̃̐͝

Partially related to that: I have a tiny little headcanon about Remus creating ungodly abominations and naming them like the Great Old Ones (like having a pet abomination called Shubby as reference to Shub-Niggurath). So seeing this little ball of fears and terrors made me kinda happy. What can I say? Somehow, my headcanons are always canon.

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Virgil's gift and the problems with it

As soon as Logan proved he wasn't happy with Virgil's gift, instead of adding something more like "But, really, read the newspaper", Virgil kept silent and let Janus and Remus push Logan with their "o-oh, I bet you're angry, get angry".

Was it a reference to WTIT? If it was, then it was a lame one.

Virgil is anxious, fine, but he's not an idiot. And he has a way with words. So, why didn't he say something to make it clearer that there was something in the newspaper? Honestly, when he handed it to Logan, I thought the newspaper was the wrap and that there was something inside it: why Logan didn't think the same? Am I more clever than the embodiment of logic himself?

And, again, why is Virgil such an asshole? Seriously, what if Logan threw the newspaper away? What would Virgil do, then? Show the gift anyway? Not show it? Tell Logan there was supposed to be a puzzle and make him feel guilty (which would've been a huge dick move, because it was Virgil's fault, not Logan's)? Honestly, no idea.

It's just... sad to see Virgil acting like an asshole without a reason. Virgil isn't like that.

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Logan's gift and the conceptual value of money

The mere fact Roman asked what he was supposed to do with 20$ proves that:

he's a worse Creativity than Remus

he doesn't deserve money

I already explained why you can feed anything to Creativity and Creativity would find a way to use it, so the first point is already covered.

Speaking of the second one, if I give someone money and they ask me what they should do with that, I would immediately take the money back because they clearly don't know the value of money. Money embodies basically everything and 20$ embodies everything you can buy with them.

So when you gift someone money, you don't gift them a piece of paper: you gift them a paint, a book, a toolbox, a dress, a dinner, a jewel. Gifting money means gifting all the endless possibilities enclosed in the money's value.

In other words, Logan's gift was the perfect hommage to Creativity: since you are a creative force, I give you everything you can have within this value. He literally gave Roman everything! What's more fitting for a Creativity?

The only flaw I can find in this, is that Logan and Roman are not real people, but mental representations, so they don't really need actual money. But if we consider the 20$ as a conceptual gift exactly because 20$ represents the countless possibilities they embody... then they work too.

And speaking some more about gifting money, this is truly the best gift, imho. For years people kept gifting me shitty books because "you like to read". So I had to accept stupid book after stupid book, pile them up, sell them and get the money to finally buy decent books. Instead of forcing me to do this stupid charade, they could've gifted me money straight away.

So my advice is: gift people money. Or gift cards. Or at least include a receipt, so if the other person doesn't like your gift, they can exchange it for something they like more with the same value.

Or, even simpler, just ask what the other person wants. Ask, it’s easier! Your gift won't be the most surprising thing ever, but it will surely be appreciated and used. I know, I do the same with my family every year. And, every year, the gifts are always super appreciated.

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Janus' gift and how it was the most fitting one

When I saw the smaller box inside the bigger one, I imagined three different outcomes for this:

there will be an infinite number of boxes inside other boxes and we will see Patton unwrapping them on an even smaller level until he has to unwrap them atom by atom and it will never end

in the last box there will be a wedding ring because moceit is fucking canon

in the last box there will be an actual nice gift

For a moment I really thought we would've seen a wedding ring, but it turned out Janus knows Patton better than his friends - which is not surprising, considering how they keep treating him like an idiot.

And, honestly, I don't find anything wrong with this gift. it's nice, it's funny, it comes from the heart, it's exactly what Patton likes. And it matches Janus' personality too! He appears with something big but it makes you question it, because it’s too light: you assume it's fake, he's lying, he's mocking you. But if you insist, you keep going, see "past the lie", you will find the real gift: smaller than a huge gift, but much more meaningful.

It's perfect for Janus and it's the perfect gift he could've given to Patton. Seriously, I cannot understand how Thomas manages to make the best and the worst decisions about Janus at the same time. It takes a real mastery to do that.

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Roman's gift and fuck the main plot

Okay, the bitchslap was funny... until I remembered that we probably won't get any closure about Roman mocking Janus for his name and Janus telling him he's the evil twin. All water under the bridge, I suppose. Glad to know it ended up like this, with a snap and nothing. That’s exactly what I wanted to see, not Roman growing insane, imprisoning Janus and threatening to kill him. Definitely not.

I'm not one to brag but oh gosh, I'm so happy I wrote my own take on the season 2 finale.

About the real gift: okay, Roman gave him an actual gift. That surprises me even more considering... well, POF. But hey, apparently POF is water under the bridge and it looks like WTIT is water under the bridge as well, because Roman isn't angry with Patton anymore. Wow, *so glad* to know so many stakes have been so brutally thrown on the ground like that. Great choice, definitely worth of a good writer.

Also: is this Janus really cold-blooded? Is he? Are you, weird, drunk doppelganger? I'm sorry, but every time I see this guy, I'm so confused by him almost being like the real one, I feel like I need to question him about everything.

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How to solve a problem without even trying

Oh, I absolutely *adore* how Logan just goes "Uh, I have a lot of data, hey Roman wanna help? You know, making creativity and logic cooperate? It's not like it's a big deal a cooperation between us".

Ah yes, that's exactly what I wanted to see. Not Logan rejecting creativity because he's unable to see how he can be useful to it, not Remus forcing him to deal with the creative aspect for a little while, not Logan pushing his love for art down to the point he breaks, not to see him breaking down, not to see him slowly learning how to accept creativity in his life and how he can be useful for it...

This is a very, very personal opinion so you can disagree with it, but I find it extremely insulting to see Logan just casually offering a collaboration to Roman. If you read FSS3 you know how long it took me to develop this concept of "logic, art and creativity" and how Logan managed to work alongside Roman and Remus only in episode 13. Episode fucking 13 of 18 total.

For me, this was a HUGE theme. One of the most important because, hey, we're talking about creativity and logic, two of the most important aspects of every human being. This is the essence of humanity. And these two characters both have a lot to learn, so their cooperation perfectly connects with their personal growth...

But hey, apparently that's not an important topic for Mr. Sanders, fuck all of this, let's solve the topic with one single line.

Again: don't like to brag but oh gosh, I'm so happy I wrote my own take on the season 2 finale and the season 3.

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Nico is even denser than Thomas

"What's the message?". Seriously. What could the message ever be. Coming from the guy that, when you met him, told you you looked cute and wanted to have a chance with you. The same guy you gifted a necklace.

Clearly the message is "I want to play Scrabble with you on the weekends" and not "I love you, you fucking moron". Clearly.

I don't like to brag, but at least my Nico was much more clever than this idiot.

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So... was it good?

It was. It was a good Aside. I even managed to watch it twice, which is a huge improvement compared to the previous one.

The Sides are better than before, they're more IC too - except for Janus, who has been replaced by this weird drunk doppelganger.

The message isn't stupid nor out of the world, but it actually serves a purpose in the story of the episode itself. And yes, I know this is the bare minimum in terms of writing, but considering the last episode, this is WAY better.

The writing is better too, except for a couple inconsistencies (like Roman groaning despite knowing the dark boys will join).

What suffers the most is the connection to the main plot. This Aside supposedly takes place after WTIT (and that other Aside), but as we can see, there are no stakes left. No huge resentment between the Core Sides, no huge resentment between Roman and Janus. Logan calmed as well, Virgil too.

In other words: we reached the same situation pre-Janus introduction. They're all there, they argue and work together and sometimes do stupid shit and sometimes they do not. The climax of the story has been flattened out, to revert to the initial situation.

Did I expect it to happen? Honestly, yes. After three years of nothing and with Thomas being clearly more interested in carefree/comedy videos, of course this would happen.

Do I expect to see drama in the season 2 finale? At this point, I would be surprised if we ever see a season 2 finale. Probably Thomas will wait forever for inspiration to strike and, in the meantime, feed us an endless number of Asides with funnier, carefree topics, so he can enjoy his time and constantly postpone the drama.

Drama requires more work, after all. Drama requires attention, focus, precision. Comedy can be made like this, with a fun video written in a couple days. Drama needs to connect threads and do it properly.

I said it three times already but trust me, it's a huge fucking relief to know my whole take of season 3 exists, because thanks to that, you can see want I mean, when I say things like "creativity and logic's cooperation is a huge topic" or when I talk about how Janus should be handled. My work is far from perfect, sure, but imho, it's better than this. And this is a personal opinion, so you can disagree as much as you want.

(Speaking of that, I scheduled for December 29th my last post about FSS3, in which I add a couple of things regarding the future of SaSi, so... just keep an eye out for that)

That doesn’t mean I am blaming Thomas for making this Aside or for enjoying comedy more than drama. That’s perfectly fine and he can do anything he wants. Heck, this Aside is good too, so I’m not blaming him for that.

The only thing that saddens me is to see how we casually reverted to the beginning, with no real stakes anymore. We’re just… here, enjoying a comedy show. Which is not inherently bad per se, because there are a ton of great comedy shows. But considering what we saw and what SaSi could’ve been… it leaves a bitter taste, to see such great potential being ignored to revert the show's possible growth.

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ywpd-translations · 11 months

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Ride 731: The first years and the foggy morning

Pag 1

5: Bottles.... helmets... gloves... this should be it

6: Now

Pag 2

2: …. naka-kun

….naka-kun

3: Kinaka-kuun

Hn....

4: Ngh...

5: Straight-

Road!!

Pag 3

1: What kind of way of waking me up is that!

Well, you wouldn't have woken up otherwise

I woke up though!! (And many other people woke up too!)

2: “In order to catch up we have to wake up early and run in the morning”.... you're the one who suggested it yesterday

I did, but still!!

3: Here, breakfast

Huh!?

4: I made it with the konbu left from yesterday's dinner, dried food, and nori, teh!!

I-incredible, you really prepared!!

I have bananas too

Seriously!?

5: Your jersey and shous

Ohh

6: Bottles and helmet

Ohh

7: I also oiled the bikes' chains

Pag 4

1: You really have the spirit of a high-class manager!!

Ah... you're making me shy, teh

Pag 5

1: No, congrats.... I have to praise you!! You're really amazing!!

Tehe....

2: What time did you wake up?

Counting backwards from when I woke you up at 4- I woke up at 3!!

You're really an excellent manager!!

3: You're amazing, Rokudai

5: Huh? You're eating brekfast now?

Yeah, there were a lot of things to prepare, so it's easier to eat brekfast now while I'm running

At least eat before instead of making me eat first!!

Pag 6

1: This guys!! He makes tremendous sacrifices!!

2: Th-thank you....

No, it's okay, it's okay, it's not a big deal

3: I already told you before, teh, but this it's all thanks to your suggestion yesterday, Kinaka-kun, teh

6: Ah.... it hurts

7: You okay, Rokudai?

Ughhh, I got a leg cramp while I was washing my back earlier

8: Tomorrow is the “second day” of training camp

9: Now, the two of us are standing at a crossroad, and there are two things.... that's what I'm thinking

Pag 7

1: We ran 180km today, it was difficult and our bodies hurt all over

And tomorrow too, we'll continue running, for another three days

2: Piling up distance ran with a goal of 1000m

3: Two?

This is the first

4: The other thing is

Can we catch up with the senpais running 250km....

6: and keep an eye on the ticket to become Inter High members....?

7: To do that, we have to run in a moment when no one else is running...

It could be too much, and we could be down and retire around the third day

8: “Retire”!!

9: Aiming for the medal “I ran”....

Pag 8

1: Or falling spectacularly aiming for the first six places!!

3: Our senapis are strong!! There's no way we'll win!!

Honestly, I know it's reckless

But I can't run without trying to close the gap

4: Before my eyes!!

Pag 9

4: Kinaka-kun, let's switch, teh

Yeah!!

Pag 10

1: Let's switch, Rokudai!!

Yeah, teh!!

2: We'll close it!! This distance!!

3: We'll do it somehow!!

4: We're aiming to finish among the first six places in this training camp!!

Pag 11

1: Aalright, nice, Rokudai, this pace is good

Yeah!!

2: Sixth lap!!

4: We've been doing okay for now, right!?

You know, I, there's something I've been feeling lately

5: Can I tell you? Kinaka-kun....

Pag 12

3: Kinaka-kun!!

4: Are you alright!?

No, wai...

Are you hurt!?

Is it the horizontal knee muscle?

5: I'm okay, it starts hurting here sometimes... I'm used to it

I just have to apply torque.... and I can go

Pag 13

1: It's probably because yesterday, since the first lap, I used too much “straight” and now I'm feeling it

2: Straight road!!

4: If we slowly finish this last half a lap, at the “start goal” there's taping, teh

Yeah, thanks

8: That guy, he really has a nice touch

Pag 14

1: I'll pull more, teh!!

Sorry about that!!

5: We have five laps left, teh

6: Rokudai...

7: Dammit!!

Pag 15

1: I'm so grateful, Rokudai!!

2: I've never felt so reassured in having someone like you!!

3: When I was in middle school, when I told people I wanted to go to Sohoku, they told me it was impossible

4: I wanted to do my best, by deep in my heart I was anxious

5: That's probably because I have always been alone!!

6: I'm so glad I came to Sohoku!!

Pag 16

1: Let's switch!!

2: I'll pull for the last two laps!!

3: This is my Straight Road of gratitude!!

Woah, it's faster than it usually is!!

Pag 17

1: Yeeaaah!!

Now we're on par with the senpais with a total of “250km”!!

I'm so glad, Rokudai!!

Pag 18

1: We did it....!!

2: The morning sun is rising completely!!

Yeah!!

3: Waaa, everyone will already be havng breakfast!!

That's bad, let's hurry

4: For the next three days

5: Will you run together with me, Rokudai?

Huh!?

6: No matter how hard it is, let's go

Pag 19

1: The two of us, to the Inter High!!

2: Yeah, teh!!

3: Ah, by the way, there was one more thing I want to tell you, Kinaka-kun, teh

Oh? Oh? What is it!? Maybe that I shouldn't be so arrogant....?

Kinaka-kun, recently

Pag 20

1: The things you say aren't bland at all, teh!!

2: Now... I had enough sleep and my physical condition is perfect too

3: We'll try that soon....!!

4: Don't go easy on them, Danchiku!!

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moving on [five] // alicia clark

summary: for the first time in forever, you have enough time, time to indulge in a relationship with somebody who wants the same. But as always, something has to get in the way...

warning/s: mentions of minor violence and weapons.

author's note: sorry in advance for this one 👀 also i can’t remember if i said, but Y/H/C = your hair colour

one / two / three / four / six / wattpad / masterlist

With all the ways the world had changed these past few years, it was easy to think I'd never get to feel certain emotions ever again. And yet after sharing that kiss with Alicia, I felt like I was a teenager with a crush.

It was yesterday when she'd surprised me with the visit to the art gallery, doing so much for me that nobody had ever done for me in my life. Her kissing me only confirmed that she liked me, too. A miracle in itself, really.

I was stumbling over my words afterwards, despite any temporary confidence I'd had when asking her if she would kiss me. And she was the same, to my surprise, her confidence dispersing as soon as we pulled apart. Permanent grins fixed on our faces, I knew we had to talk about it, whatever we were. But for the first time in a long time, we had time. And since we were still reeling from such a simple kiss, we still hadn't talked about us just yet.

Today would be the day, I hoped. I was feeling pretty confident about what would happen considering everything she'd done for me wasn't something 'just friends' did. But I was still nervous for it to happen.

It never did, though.

A patrol unit came back from a shift with some newbies, bringing them back to the stadium. Alicia and I were with a few others by the gates, helping them in and making sure nobody was hurt. The group – a family of three – were shaken up as expected, but otherwise alright. Before I could help them out, I was called away by another resident to help with some other chore.

"It's okay, I can handle this," Alicia assured me when she saw I was being called.

She flashed me a small smile, making the butterflies in my stomach go crazy. All I could think about was our kiss, how soft her lips were, how perfectly she seemed to fit against me. I'd had her once and now she was stuck in my head permanently.

"I'll come back as soon as I can," I said to her, returning her smile, before looking to the family. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude."

"It's okay, thank you for helping us out," the mother, Chelsea, replied gratefully as she held her young son.

I nodded briefly to them before leaving to help out elsewhere.

It was a few hours before I could find the family again, having been occupied by some gardening mess that had occurred at the end of my last shift. They looked a lot less startled when I found them in their accommodation unpacking.

"Hi," I said, knocking on their open door with a friendly smile. "It's me, Y/N. I was at the gates earlier when you arrived? I just wanted to check in and make sure you were all okay. I didn't mean to just shoot off like that."

Chelsea returned my smile as the father and young boy hung back, unpacking.

"It's okay, you looked busy," Chelsea replied, meeting me by the door. "We're doing a lot better now, thank you. It's honestly just amazing that there's a place like this out here. We've..." She paused, a frown forming on her face as she remembered something. "It's been hard recently. We really needed this. I guess we got lucky finding your patrol when we did."

I frowned, too, remembering exactly how it had been before I'd arrived here. That felt like forever ago now.

"Has it always been just the three of you?" I asked curiously.

She glanced over her shoulder at her family before motioning for me to join her outside. We both took a seat on the bench just outside the door and she began to open up to me.

"We were with a group, a long time ago," she explained. "But disagreements happened, people became untrustworthy, and my husband, Jack, and I decided it was better if we relied on ourselves. Of course, it's dangerous out there. We just didn't realise how much."

She paused, and then I realised a tear had slipped from her eyes and I immediately felt guilty.

"I'm sorry, Chelsea, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I said quickly, wishing I had a tissue or something to give her.

She wiped it away and smiled through it. "It's okay, honestly. I just– we were on the move for a while. Getting by. We were lucky enough to find a temporary safety net in a loading dock at a supermarket. That's when we ran into this girl. She was alone and said she needed help. Jack, he didn't trust her. But I couldn't just leave her. It was one person. We had a lot of supplies from the trucks we'd found."

As she told the story, I could see the instant regret on her face and pitied her without meaning to.

"It was a trap," she said what I was thinking. "The girl was with a group. This big guy, their leader, I think, came in the next morning and stormed the place with his people. Jeremy or Johnny or something like that. They'd planned it all along. The girl was just scouting us out..."

As soon as she mentioned Jeremy, I froze and wondered if I'd heard correctly. It had to be a coincidence, right? But she'd mentioned a girl. It couldn't be... was it Y/S/N?

"We were lucky to have made it out alive, but they left us with nothing," Chelsea continued. "And then we were struggling for weeks before we found your patrol."

I was beginning to feel something I hadn't felt in a long time, and I wasn't sure it was a good thing.

"The girl who tricked you," I said, mouth going dry, "what did she look like? Where did you meet her?"

Confused, Chelsea answered, "That's weird, Alicia asked the same thing."

Alicia had heard this story before?

"It was a few hours west of here. She had Y/H/C hair, about 5'5 in height. A tattoo on her collarbone, right here."

She motioned to her own collarbone and I swallowed thickly because this was Y/S/N. It had to be. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Is this someone you know?" she asked defensively. "Because she wasn't a good person, Y/N. She and her people, they stole from us. Beat up my husband. They could have killed us if they wanted to."

My eyes were stinging as each word she uttered cut deeper and deeper. What had Y/S/N become without me by her side? Why had she stayed with Jeremy? Why had I stopped looking for her?

"I'm sorry that happened to you," I told her, finally finding my words. "Just know that you're safe here at the stadium. Nobody can hurt you here. Especially not– not her."

Chelsea exhaled in agreement, nodding, and I stood up suddenly, feeling overwhelmed.

"I have to go, but I'll see you all later at dinner," I said with a forced smile, before leaving.

The first thing I did was try to find Alicia. Everything Chelsea had said was horrible, and I knew that, but all I could focus on was that my sister was alive and out there! I'd stopped hoping, simply accepting that she'd moved on, but now I had the chance to get her back. To find her and bring her home. I couldn't waste it.

Alicia was hanging by the stadium seats by herself, occupied by a box of what looked like beads. When she spotted me, she began to smile and waved me over.

"So, I found this children's jewellery box and I was thinking of sorting through it before giving it to the kids as a little gift, what d'you think?" she asked with a pride-filled smile.

Any other time and I would have forgotten what I came here for, too enamoured by her kindness, but I couldn't bring it in myself to smile. Not with the news I'd just discovered.

Upon seeing my expression, her own smile fell and she put down what she was holding before standing up.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked with concern, searching my eyes.

I sucked up a breath, still in disbelief myself. "I was talking to the newbies and Chelsea was telling me about what she's been through before arriving here. And Alicia, she was telling me about this group – Jeremy's group. A girl that sounds a lot like Y/S/N was with them. I think I've finally found out where my sister is."

I wasn't sure what I was expecting her reaction to be, but it certainly wasn't the one she was giving me. She was quiet, eyes avoiding mine, and that's when I remembered what Chelsea had said.

"You knew, didn't you?" I asked, hoping I was wrong. "She said you asked... you knew it was her." Her silence said it all and I grew offended. "What were you planning to do if I'd never asked Chelsea? Hide it from me?"

Finally, her eyes looked up and met mine, filled with apologies. "I wasn't certain. She mentioned her and I thought maybe it could be your sister. But we still don't know. We can't be sure."

I furrowed my brows, looking between her eyes. "I know. It has to be her. She's got the same tattoo and everything."

Alicia wasn't convinced. "It could be a coincidence."

"But it's the closest I've ever had to a lead," I defended, not sure why she was so against what I was saying.

"It's a long way away," she countered sternly. "And Y/S/N chose to leave, remember? She isn't lost."

I raised my eyebrows, amazed at how quickly it was all coming back. The argument we'd had when I first arrived here. "You don't know that. They could have forced her to go. She wouldn't just leave me. She probably thinks I'm dead."

Frowning, Alicia tried to be gentle. "No–"

"She's my sister!" I reminded her, raising my voice because she wasn't listening. Why wasn't she listening?! "I have to get her back! This is it, Alicia! This is what I was waiting for all along!"

"No, you tried, remember?" she said, unfazed by my shouting. Her hands rested on my shoulders as she searched my eyes. "You promised me you would leave it."

I clenched my jaw, shaking my head. "If it was Nick, would you leave it? Would you leave him be or would you go after him?"

"Nick didn't leave me for dead!" she snapped, losing her patience and letting go of me. "He wouldn't hurt more people!"

I frowned, stepping back slightly. So my suspicions were correct. She'd never liked Y/S/N, but now... of course she wouldn't see it from my perspective. In her eyes, Y/S/N was the villain. I wondered what she truly thought of me.

"Y/N, wait, I'm sorry," she said instantly, regretfully, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled it away.

"No, you don't get it," I muttered, eyes filling with tears. "I'm the older one. I..."

It was my fault she was like this. I couldn't just leave her. She was my responsibility. Alicia would never understand.

"Y/N–"

"No, forget it," I cut her off, wiping my eyes and looking the other way. "Just forget it."

I couldn't take standing here anymore, not when I knew what she was thinking of me. So, I left to have some space. I'd hoped she would be on my side and help me find my sister. But she didn't care.

Maybe I'd been wrong about her.

That evening after dinner, I was in my room packing my backpack. I didn't know how I was going to find Y/S/N, but I knew I had to try. And whether or not I had the support of Alicia, I was still going.

As I was folding up a change of spare clothes to put in, I heard a knock on the front door and went to get it. I was surprised to see Alicia standing there, assuming she'd leave me be after how badly our last conversation went.

"Hey," she said quietly, eyes meeting mine. "I... I came to apologise. About earlier. I never meant to upset you, Y/N."

I pressed my lips together, looking down and unsure what to say. Before I could think of anything, she spoke again.

"You're packing," she noticed, eyes focused over my shoulder.

I sighed, not bothering to hide it as I left to return to my bag. She followed behind me, a questioning expression on her face.

"I'm going, Alicia," I told her confidently. "And I don't care what you say." She looked like she had a million and one things to retort, so I continued, "I can do this alone. Like I should have in the first place."

Like I should have a year ago, I thought, but kept to myself.

"Y/N," she said, taken aback. "I care about you. I don't want you getting hurt."

I continued to stuff my clothes into my bag as I said, "I've lived this long. The infected don't scare m–"

"It's not because of the infected," she cut me off hurriedly.

I glanced up at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She frowned, pressing a hand to her head with frustration. "I don't want to argue with you again. But your sister might not be the same. You heard what Chelsea said. What her and her gang did."

My confidence faltered slightly. "It might not be what it seems, Alicia. It can't be the whole story."

Remaining calm, she asked, "What if she doesn't want to find you?"

"She will," I said with certainty. "I'm her sister."

Alicia's eyes softened, concern shining through. "Y/N, it's dangerous. Too dangerous. Especially for a lead that isn't solid."

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear her doubt this all over again. The last thing I needed were doubts, especially when I was packing to leave.

"I don't need to listen to this," I mumbled to myself, before attempting to walk past her and outside, but she grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

"I'm telling you not to go!" she shouted, eyes watering.

"You can't tell me what to do," I retorted calmly, pulling my wrist from her grasp.

She swallowed hard, before a frown formed on her lips. "Please," she pleaded quietly. "Don't go. I'm begging you not to go."

It broke my heart seeing her this upset, and it was bittersweet because I'd never had someone care this much about me before. But I also couldn't listen to her because, deep down, I knew my responsibilities as a sister. Even if it meant hurting Alicia in the process.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking between her eyes. "I'm not asking you to come with me, nor do I want you to. Like you said, it's dangerous. And Y/S/N is my responsibility. So, I'm gonna go. I'm gonna get her. Away from those people. Back to me. Back here, where it's safe."

"Y/N, please–"

"No, Alicia," I told her, shaking my head. "I don't want to hear it anymore."

She didn't speak, just kept her pleading gaze fixed on me. And I couldn't take it, purposely avoiding her eyes because I feared that if she kept it up, I'd give in. Instead, I left to get some air and hoped I'd return to an empty room so I could finish packing.

I'd left during the night, finding it easier to sneak out than to figure out a way of saying goodbye to the person who didn't want me to leave in the first place. My backpack, a little bit of food and a stolen gun was all I'd brought with me, and I was lucky to find a bicycle to help ease the journey without a car.

Leaving things the way I did made me feel horrible, but I could only hope that when I returned with my sister, Alicia would find a way to forgive me. She had to because I was still in love with her and it sucked that I couldn't tell her the way I felt. It wasn't the right time, and now I didn't think it ever would be.

I severely underestimated how difficult it would be to make the journey to nowhere. All I had to go off was that Y/S/N was somewhere out west, or at least she had been. She could have been long gone by now, but it was still a better lead than I'd ever had. Staying at the stadium all this time had made me naïve – I'd completely forgotten how much of a toll travelling and running from infected could have on me. I'd had it good for too long and I was definitely paying the price.

What should have been half a day's journey took a whole day, even with the bicycle I'd been using. If there were any signs of her or her gang, I couldn't find any. The only thing I did find was the loading dock where the Chelsea's family had got robbed because I got Chelsea to circle it on a map before I left last night. Even then, there were no leads on where Y/S/N could have gone afterwards.

The sun was setting when I sat on the hood of a deserted car, tired and miserable. I wasn't ready to give up, knowing she had to be somewhere in this area, but I was definitely thinking about the stadium, about everybody there, about Alicia. I hoped she didn't hate me for leaving without saying goodbye, though I wouldn't blame her if she did. Maybe she was right and this was a long shot. I didn't know. But I definitely missed her. More than I thought I would.

Glancing up at the sky, I grew tired at the comforting orange-pink strokes of the sun. I needed to find somewhere to stay for the night before picking up where I left off tomorrow. Pushing myself off the car, I began walking down the empty road whilst pushing my bike, keeping my eyes peeled for somewhere to sleep. I certainly wasn't expecting to hear the sound of a gun cocking behind me.

"Don't move," a voice said, before I could think to do anything. "Hands in the air."

Cursing inwardly at the consequences of my fatigue, I listened to the stranger and raised my hands with defeat. My bike fell to the ground carelessly beside me.

"Grab her stuff," the voice continued, though speaking to someone else.

Hands grabbed at my backpack, harshly tugging it off my arms, along with my knife and gun.

"I'm not here to start anything," I said quickly. "I'm just looking for someone."

"Shut up," the voice commanded. "Turn around slowly. No funny business."

I swallowed nervously, turning around as they asked and coming face to face with two strangers – a man and a woman, both armed with rifles. The one who was holding her gun at me didn't look pleased, as the other was bent down and searching my things.

"Where did you come from?" the woman asked with narrowed eyes.

"Just wandering," I lied as best I could.

"You got a lot of good stuff for someone who's just wandering," the man mumbled as he pulled out my rations to inspect it. "You're lying."

"I'm not," I defended. "I just found–"

"On the ground," the woman shouted, flicking the safety off her rifle. "Now!"

"Okay, okay," I obeyed, head down as I kneeled before her. "Please, I'm not causing any trouble. I just–"

"Tell me where you got your supplies!" the woman ordered. "I won't ask twice!"

I panicked, trying to think up a decent enough lie so I had more to time to plan an escape. But the woman was pressing her gun to the top of my head and the man was beginning to stand up, his rifle also aimed my way.

"You have three seconds before I–"

"Wait!" another voice called from the distance, and I couldn't look up to see who it was, but it sounded familiar.

"She's got supplies," the woman who was threatening to kill me said. "Check out her bag."

"Fuck the bag," the stranger said, before the voice approached us and gasped. "Y/N. Is that you?"

My heart stopped when I realised why the voice was so familiar. Looking up carefully, my eyes widened at the sight of my little sister, alive and well and stood before me.

"Y/S/N," I murmured.

Her eyes widened too, and then she glared at the two others and pushed their guns down. "Stop it!" she told them. "That's my sister, you idiots!"

Immediately obeying, they lowered their guns and she began to help me stand up. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, too amazed to finally see her again. She was really here. I'd found her.

"I can't believe it," she said with disbelief, before pulling me in for a tight hug. "I thought– I thought you were dead. The fire– I–"

"It's okay," I interrupted, hugging her tightly. "I know."

She relaxed in my arms, and I closed my eyes, grateful to have her back.

"Come on, we can't stay here," she said after we pulled apart. "Our place isn't far. We can walk."

I nodded, grabbing my backpack and weapons from the ground. The other two people she was with didn't look impressed to have me join them, and I wasn't so keen with the idea either, but I wasn't about to leave my sister.

"D'you wanna bring your, er... bike?" Y/S/N asked, glancing down at it.

I grabbed it, feeling the need to take it with me since I'd had it for this long. "Ready when you are," I told her, still in disbelief at her presence.

She wasn't wrong when she said their place wasn't far. It was a well-guarded junkyard of all places, with brick walls surround it and the junk mainly still there. I didn't comment on anything, feeling slightly intimidated at the type of people that were hanging around. Some I recognised from when I'd stayed with them, but there had been plenty of new additions since.

I was led to the centre of their hideout, a shambles of a building that looked like the base of their operations. It was the only standing structure here, surrounded by campfires and tents set up by everybody else. We paused outside the front door and I watched as Y/S/N exchanged some words with others before joining my side again. I wondered if she held some kind of authority here, definitely not used to seeing it. But it had been so long – I had to remind myself that she wouldn't be the same.

"Come on, I'll get you a drink," she encouraged, leading the way inside.

I followed her through the building – past some guards, an office and a measly excuse of a reception – to the back where a small kitchen was. She motioned for me to take a seat at the round table by the wall before grabbing a water bottle and joining me.

"Dinner is still being prepared, otherwise I'd offer you some food," she said when she handed me the water.

"This is fine," I said, accepting the bottle and taking a sip.

She nodded, eyes looking between mine thoughtfully. "I'm sorry about before. Jack and Elise were just being cautious."

I was close to asking her why they were deciding to rob me without question, but figured now wasn't the time.

"You look well," she added, when I didn't say anything.

I stared at her, still dumbfounded. "I am."

"How did you know where to find me?" she asked, surprised. "Where have you been, Y/N? Did you come here alone?"

I leaned back, fascinated. Without meaning to, a smile formed on my face. "We have time, Y/S/N."

She exhaled softly, realising how eager she sounded. "Right. Sorry. I just– I can believe you're here. Alive."

"I could say the same about you," I retorted, nodding to her. "You look different."'

She touched her hair self consciously. "Yeah, I cut my hair shorter."

I winced, shaking my head. "No. I mean your whole persona. The way you carry yourself. It's different."

"It's been almost a year," she pointed out, a reminder I didn't need.

My smile faded slightly. "I know."

She frowned, eyes meeting mine desperately. "Y/N, where have you been all this time?"

I sighed, admitting, "It's a long story. I don't even know where to start."

"The fire," she pressed, eagerness returning.

I nodded, straightening up. "Right, the fire... I was hurt really bad." I pulled down my shirt over my shoulder to reveal the burnt skin. "It was a lot and I thought I was going to die."

"I thought you already were," she said, shaking her head. "I saw you. Jeremy did, too. He said– he said we had to go or we'd be next."

At the mention of Jeremy, my lips twitched, refraining from scowling. "Jeremy," I repeated, his name making me sickly. "Where is he anyway? He still part of this group?"

If she sensed my irritation, she didn't comment on it. "He's out. Overnight supply run. Should be back midday tomorrow."

I hummed, glad he wasn't here otherwise I wasn't sure what I'd do. "Right. Well, I made it out of the fire, but everybody had gone. I spent ages looking. I almost died for real, but then Alicia, she..."

My heart warmed at the mere thought of the green-eyed girl, how kind she'd been when we first met, how patient she'd been when I'd moved into the stadium.

"Alicia?" my sister asked with confusion.

I dove right in, explaining who Alicia was and how she'd taken me into her community to recover. I'd made sure not to tell her about the stadium, or even refer to it as such, considering how nosey her gang members had been with me earlier. It was easier for now, no matter how much I wanted to trust Y/S/N. So, I told her about that, about how I tried to look for her, about how I had to move on. I shared all of the wondrous things the stadium had to offer, how safe and secure it was, just like we'd always searched for. My hope was that I was selling it to her enough for her to want to come back with me.

"You keep mentioning this Alicia girl," she noticed when I paused to have some water. "Did she not come with you?"

"No," I answered, trying to hide my frown. "I didn't want her to. She was needed at home."

"Your community," she said, trying to understand.

"Yeah," I confirmed.

"You like her," she asked, though it was more of a statement.

I nodded, looking down, trying not to let thoughts of her plague my mind. Alicia hadn't wanted me to come out here, but she'd been wrong. Look at me now? I'd found Y/S/N.

"We had some new people show up," I continued, changing the subject. "They told me about how they took a girl in, but it turned out to be a trap and they were ambushed by a group. As soon as they said Jeremy's name, I knew it must've been you. But what your people did... I couldn't believe it. I almost didn't. The things they did, it wasn't you, right?"

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "You never understood, Y/N, but it's survival."

I frowned, noticing how she didn't deny it. "It doesn't have to be like that."

"It does."

"No, it doesn't, that's why I found you," I said hopefully, leaning forward to look her in the eye. "I want you to come home with me. It's safe there and they have everything you could need. You won't need to do this bad stuff anymore. I know it's not you."

She raised her eyebrows, expression unreadable. "Leave? Just like that?"

"Yes."

She shook her head slightly. "I can't."

I scrunched my eyebrows with confusion. "What? Why not?"

Her eyes bore into me like I was insane for not understanding where she was coming from. I was her family, her flesh and blood. What reasons could I need other than that? Why did I have to convince her?

"This is my home," she said simply. "These people are my–"

She stopped herself, pressing her lips together, but I knew where she was going with that sentence and it broke my heart.

"Your family?" I finished for her, and it came out more judgementally than I realised. But I didn't care. These people were psychopaths. How could she think of them as family?

"You don't get it," she said defensively. "It's just like you with Alicia and your home. That's your home. They're your family."

"But you come first," I retorted, refusing to be used as an example. "That's why I'm here. That's why I left them."

"I can't," she said apologetically.

I stared at her with disbelief. "Y/S/N–"

"Not now!" she cut me off sternly, before taking a deep breath and standing up. "I don't want to argue now. I just got you back. You must be tired. Come on."

I drummed my fingers on the table impatiently, not wanting to end this conversation now, but she wasn't going to listen. So, I had no choice but to listen to her.

"Okay," I agreed reluctantly, standing up and following her.

She led me out of the building once more and down to a cluster of tents nearby. I felt extremely uncomfortable as bystanders eyed me suspiciously, but they seemed to keep their distance and have an unspoken respect for my sister. I was seriously beginning to miss the stadium.

"You should have a nap and I'll wake you when dinner is ready," Y/S/N said when we stopped outside an empty tent. "There's already a sleeping bag in there."

I glanced inside before nodding at her gratefully. "Thanks, Y/S/N."

She gave me a small smile. "I'm glad you're here, Y/N. I really missed you."

I watched her walk away, still uneasy with where I was but grateful that I found her. Yawning, I headed inside my tent and decided to make the most of my free time now and have a nap.

Time went by quickly when Y/S/N woke me up for dinner, and after making myself look somewhat presentable, I accompanied Y/S/N. It was roasted rabbit with some tinned vegetables that tasted alright, but nothing compared to the food at the stadium.

Y/S/N and I sat alone by the fire, talking about the good old days and our old lives. I could almost forget about where we were and how we'd gotten here, about all of the things Y/S/N had done in the name of survival. No, right now, we were just sister and sister, catching up after a long day.

Things were going a little too good between us, and I thought I could use it to my advantage. We were talking about a charity mud run we'd done in high school, laughing about when I'd slipped on the way to the water cooler, when I remembered the games we'd played at the stadium.

"You know, we did a series of games back home that was just as fun," I shared, a smile coming to my lips as I remembered it. "It was a competition to celebrate how far we'd come. Alicia organised it. There was an egg and spoon race, a tug of war, a sack race. It was awesome."

"Wow. Sounds like quite the affair," she admitted.

"It was, it was just like old times where we could do stuff for the fun of it and not just to get by," I said, glancing at her. "That's what I meant by it's different there. Different than what we used to do. It's about living. Enjoying yourself."

"Y/N..."

"I'm just saying, it's a good place," I told her as convincingly as I could. "Just the place we were looking for before we found this gang. It's perfect!"

"Y/N!" she warned, narrowing her eyes at me. "I've already told you. I'm not leaving."

"Not even for me? Your sister?" I asked with offence. "I came all this way to find you."

"Why do I have to leave with you? Huh? Why can't you stay here?"

Was she seriously asking me that? Like she didn't already know?

"My place is safer," I said with a low voice, hoping to avoid lurking ears. "It's self-sufficient. Better protected. You'll love it if you just gave it a chance."

She rolled her eyes, standing up. "I've told you that I'm staying. So, it looks like you made the journey here for nothing."

"Y/S/N–"

"You can stay the night, but you should probably leave in the morning," she continued without looking at me. "I can tell you don't want to be here."

And with that, she left me sat alone by the fire, and I wondered how everything could change so quickly.

#alicia clark imagine #alicia clark x reader #alicia clark #alicia clark x you #alycia debnam carey #fear the walking dead imagine #fear the walking dead #ftwd #feartwd

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for-a-longlongtime · 8 months

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Wow. Y'all. I truly never expected so many awesome responses on the post I wrote last night about Dieter, Goya and Pedro on Talk Art. It is the first 'fun' thing I've written in so many years - after having felt blocked/paralyzed re: creative pursuits since 2020 (shit happened) -, without stressing about how I wrote it, and it means the world to me that so many people liked it and shared it.

I don't want to clutter up all the feeds by individually sharing and responding to the reblogs etc, so I'm throwing it together in one post here - because I want y'all to know I appreciate it so much. And it honestly made me even more excited that some of my favorite PP fic authors did so, because I've been enjoying YOUR work so much!

@chaoticgeminate Sending those hugs right back, and your fic was absolutely not a silly little piece! I truly love(d) it, and I'm glad it sent me down this little rabbithole. And yes, while writing that piece I also became more convinced that Pedro himself was a really big part in shaping Dieter and his background story. It's so damn intelligent and very much his style.

One thing I didn't mention yesterday (and I'm sure this is something a lot of people already spotted since the first day that the movie was online) is that I also came to realize how much Pedro has based Dieter's outfits and some mannerisms on Jeff Bridges' character The Dude from 'The Big Lebowski'. Never really saw that movie but I put it on today for a bit, and it was striking -- I'd even dare to say that the "'Bola, hold my hair!" moment on the toilet is a nod to how The Dude (who has longer hair) gets his face shoved into a toilet. Also, at one point when Bridges' character is addressed with "Mr Lebowski", he dismisses that and tells the guy to call him Dude, or even 'Duder' which, yeah, that's just a small step from 'Dieter Bravo'.

amycben on Reddit said the same thing about Bridges, and shared these Dieter pics, which definitely made it clear how our Feral Raccoon Boy's style is inspired by 'The Dude' <3 I don't care much for the Lebowski movie, but I love a good reference, especially since it's a Coen brothers movie - and we all know that Pedro now has a small role in Ethan Coen's upcoming movie 'Driveaway Dolls'. Anyway, I honestly hope that at some point Pedro will be asked about the work he did in shaping Dieter, because I'd love to hear more about this. There's no chance in hell that'll happen, because which journalist would ask him this? But I'm cool though if the universe wants to manifest one of us getting to interview him some time in the future, haha.

Anyway, again @chaoticgeminate - thank YOU really. I needed that deep dive more than I knew thanks to your writing!

@nicolethered thank you too for being responsible for my deep dive, haha, it were your screenshots that made me recognize the other Goya paintings! <3 (and I love your gifs btw!

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings well hearing from you that you loved MY writing is just such a super awesome thing after how much I've been enjoying your Dieter story! <3 <3

@julesonrecord I'M TOTALLY IN hahaha, I saw your comment right before I went to bed last night and it made me smile so much!

@imaswellkid I'm def not an Apatow person either, and I'll be honest - the first time I watched the Bubble I couldn't get past the first half, haha. But I later began to realize that you should indeed watch it through a critical lens and as a reflection about the craziness that was going on, rather than 'oh this is a movie about the pandemic'. The Mando bud is great btw! But even better is the Baby Yoda bud - I have no clue how growers/dispenseries (I'm in the midwest) get away with naming their product after Disney stuff, but I'm sure glad it got me to try that hahaha.

@lunapascal IKR artist Dieter is so damn underrated, and I'm so glad that at least a whole lot of fic authors are giving him more of what he deserves! OK and I totally want to write some too now, hahaha. Especially because there's a lack of Dieter x OMC/m!reader fics, which tbh needs to be fixed.

@survivingandenduring @sp00kymulderr @thesimulationswarm @pedrit0-pascalit0 @gemmahale @sin-djarin @perotovar @ladamedusoif @gracie7209 thank you so much for your kind words, they honestly mean so much to me! @angelofsmalldeathandthecodeine WOW, that Dali piece is fuckin incredible! And @basicoccult woahhh maybe y'all did!? See now I feel like I need to inquire about whether y'all take new initiates! <3

@chronically-ghosted God don't get me started, it's so tempting - next thing you know I'll have suckered myself into writing Dieter fic (while I'm only just getting started now on two other WIPs), haha. But yes I'm so curious about what the unspoken canon is there -- and most probably Pedro is the one with answers to that since it seems so much like he created Dee. I ended up googling some Apatow interviews this morning and saw that he set out to make the Bubble as a sort of Christopher Guest movie (the mockumentary style), and other articles said that there was a lot of improv involved - so obviously Pedro must've contributed a lot. Particularly because I've read at least interviews with four directors (Zeke who did Prospect, Craig Mazin from TLOU, I wanna say Patty Jenkins, and I'm currently blanking on the other name) who spoke about how involved Pedro was, down to specific dialogue and character's motivations etc in shaping the movie (I think Zeke said that Pedro worked with them to tone down Ezra's Shakespearian manner of speech a little, which I can totally see happening since Pedro has done/read so much Shakespeare and it's easy to picture that he wants to fine tune it so it's accessible enough for audiences). Ugh, it's probably gonna take a long while until there'll be any long form interviews with him again, and sadly interviewers are probably not gonna ask about any of this.

Re: painting or acting, yesterday I read @blueeyesatnight 's That's Not Your Name-Dieter fic (LOVED it, can def recommend it!) and one of the coolest things about Dee's character development there is that it indeed delves into 'okay how did he pick acting versus art' and more background story, plus how in the current day events of the story he is even making his own oil paint. That has become my headcanon now <3

@tessa-quayle I'm so glad you liked my post!! I really really wish that Russell and Robert would do another episode with Pedro. I love Russell in particular (sorta followed his work since Being Human was released, which holy crap was already 15 yrs ago?), but the way they attempted to interview Pedro back then was kind of a hot mess - and I say that lovingly hahaha. They were so enthusiastic that they talked over him so/too many times, so I'd love a tad calmer conversation where P has the opportunity to go more indepth.

@tvversionperson IKR there is SO much plot and character development to be explored with Dieter in that movie, which of course it doesn't have room to delve into but shit I wish they would/could. Or at least to just hear Pedro talk about what his thoughts are on it, because you know he most definitely had Dee's entire back story fleshed out in his head when he shot this movie.

Super long post, but again, I just wanted to thank y'all for the love. This is the first time I've done anything writing wise re: the PP cinematic universe, and all your responses have been so heartwarming and really encouraged me to do more stuff in one way or another with the Pedro boys, be it rabbit hole analysis or fic.

#pedro pascal characters #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x f!reader #goya #francisco goya #black paintings #saturn devouring his son #witches sabbath #two old men eating soup #he-goat men #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal #dieter bravo fanfiction #the bubble #art #talk art #painting #oil painting #mural

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onboardsorasora · 10 months

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Absolutely obsessed with ur tennis AU. Cannot wait for more instalments.

🥺🥺 omg hi! I cherish every ask I get about this au (honestly because I don't expect them) incidentally I wrote this yesterday during the Ladies' Finals.

Part 7 | Part 9

Pt 8 (how have we gotten here already?!)

Daniel wiped the sweat off of his brow as he cycled, in an attempt to cool down his body. He made a face when he felt the grit of clay still on his palm from when he had fallen onto his back in relief of his success.

He'd made it to the semis, by the skin of his ballsack. His opponent had a lot of unforced errors in the last few sets, mistakes he made that gifted Daniel with the points needed to gain advantages.

He felt Michael clapping him on the back, no doubt breathing a sigh of relief that they made it through.

"That was a fuckin' close one." Daniel greeted.

"But you made it. We live to fight again." Micheal, ever the optimistic one.

"C'mon, let's get you through media." Blake chimed, looking up from his phone to smile.

Daniel nodded blearily, exhausted. The match has gone on forever, they had been fairly evenly matched. His opponent tended to have more bad days than good and it was unfortunate for Daniel that today was one of his good ones. They made a charismatic pair though, so he knew at the very least, they gave the world a show.

Clambering off the bike, he accepted a cool towel from Micheal and dragged it down his face and neck in appreciation. He traded his sweaty match worn shirt (designed to look like one of his favourite party shirts) for a dry version of the same and the three men followed a volunteer down the maze of hallways to meet the media.

Sitting behind the desk of a thousand microphones, Daniel drank some of his electrolyte drink from a sponsor approved bottle and smiled winningly at the crowd. The questions at the very least were all easy, mentally he knew he couldn't manage anything more taxing. They asked him about his opponent, how he felt about all of the exciting long rallies of the last few sets and how he felt about his opponent's outbursts.

"It always sucks to knock out a fellow Aussie, Nick and I'll have a pint later."

"Those rallies were some of the best I've had all year, I can always count on Nick to bring the heat haha."

"I mean, with Nick I know there's a possibility for anything, so I just focus on me and my own game."

He felt good, they didn't know who his opponent would be, that deciding match up not happening until tomorrow. So Daniel felt confident that they'd let him go about his way with no more questions to ask.

"One last question, if I may." Came a voice from the back of the room. Daniel smiled for the female journalist to continue. "This match up created a social media frenzy as one would expect for the two charismatic Australian players that everyone love to talk about. And we couldn't help but notice that you seem to have collected a new fan base. Outside of the usual tweets and messages from footballers, cricketers and other tennis players, we also saw an uptick from the motorsport community. Have you found some new friends?"

"I was wondering where we were going with this," Daniel chuckled which brought out a smattering of laughs from the group. "That was a long question, but yeah I guess I have. I was at the Monaco Grand Prix a few weeks ago and I started collecting new friends like Pokemon." He stretched his arms behind his head, flexing his biceps a little in his amusement.

"A few world champions too, Max Verstappen and Fernando Alonso to name a few." She continued, open ended.

Daniel's smile twitched at hearing Max's name in the context of tennis. At hearing Max being spoken about by people who didn't know him in his sport. He was sure he caught his reaction before anyone else clocked it but it definitely threw him for a second. He was tired but his media brain was always on auto, especially after that 'Australian Open' fiasco.

"They get the best tickets." He replied with a laugh. The assembled group of journos laughed with him and then he was allowed to leave. He did so gratefully, eager to get away from all the cameras and hot mics.

Michael greeted him with a bottle of water and Blake with his phone, the device still vibrating intermittently. Daniel could only imagine how uncontrollably it was going off just twenty minutes ago.

The brain rot guided him to the middle of his notification panel to his text thread with Max. His dick twitched heart flipped seeing that his last received message was an image. Surly Maxy Max wouldn't send him nudes while he was playing for his life!

Surreptitiously he looked around before opening the text thread, his heart thundering in his ears so much that he was not listening to whatever more than likely important information Blake was giving him. The messages loaded up and it was actually two photos. Both not nudes, disappointingly.

The first was a picture from above of Max, still in his driver's suit, folded down to his waist, sitting in his motor home and watching his phone screen intently. Past the brim of his ever present hat, Daniel could make out the brown of the clay of the Roland Garros courts on the rectangular device.

He couldn't fight the tender smile that bloomed on his face even if he wanted to. Something bloomed in his chest, an itch that he'd been starting to associate with Max.

If he couldn't fight the smile at the first picture, he sure as hell wasn’t planning to stop the happy grin from dominating his face at the second. A screenshot of ticket confirmation for the Men’s Semifinals at Stade Roland Garros with Max’s name peered up at him from the screen.

“What’s got you so chuffed?” Micheal asked warily.

“Max is coming to the semis.” Daniel grinned at the two men who rolled their eyes in fond exasperation. He deserved it, he knew he’s been insufferable lately. But he just couldn’t help it.

“You sure you can focus without making googly eyes?” Blake teased.

“I’ll be focused I swear!”

“DR not sure if you know this but you can’t suck his dick while you play.” Micheal deadpanned, smirking as Daniel doubled over in honking laughter, drawing the eyes from people lingering in the wide hallway.

“Oh shit, what if I have to play Novak…maybe he shouldn’t come…” Daniel stopped walking, his face going through multiple complicated emotions. He wanted Max to watch him play for sure, but if he had to play Novak he wasn’t sure if he’d want Max there for the possibility of him being destroyed.

“Let’s not think like that, you don’t even know if it’ll be Novak. We cross that bridge when we get to it, besides, you can beat Novak.” Blake with the logic ladies and gentlemen.

“Just have Max promise you like a blowjob if you win or something. Give you that extra bit to play your heart out.” Aaand trust Mikey to bring the extra logic.

#tennis!dan #tennis au #tennis player!dan #maxiel #max/daniel #dr3 #mv33 #my ficlets #au drabble #drabble #answered #anonymous #thank yoouuu #❤️❤️❤️

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gallawitchxx · 2 months

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weekly tag wednesday thursday!

oooh baby, look at all the hotties that tagged me to play yesterday: @darlingian @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @metalheadmickey @too-schoolforcool @lingy910y @crossmydna @sgtmickeyslaughter @iansw0rld @juliakayyy @thisdivorce & @energievie !!!! THANKS HOTTIES! how fun!

how is your day going?: so far so good! i honestly laid in bed for hours this morning - much longer than i intended to. but i think that's fine!

are you okay?: life has been super whumpy lately & i haven't been riding the waves all that gracefully. but yeah, i'm okay! this too shall pass.

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour?: i don't really have a favorite color, but i love turquoise that's more blue than green.

are you single?: i am Very Married!

are you happy about that?: yeah! my wife's the best! we have our shit, like all couples do, but i wouldn't be who or where i am today without her. i'm very lucky.

what age do you feel in your brain?: oooh... 970?

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you?: both! past, present & future good times for me, bayybeee!

do you have a best friend?: many! but in the traditional sense, yes. i have two besties who i've known since childhood & it's a blessed miracle that we're still loving up on each other after all of these years.

did you have a childhood pet?: i had fish & a couple of cats!

do you sing or whistle around the house?: oh, i was literally just singing take me or leave me from rent (both parts thank you very much) while doing the dishes! so yes! my wife & i also are constantly making up dumb songs lolol.

do you light candles or incense?: yes yes both! more candles now, but incense when we used to *gasp* smoke weed inside hahahalksgjsl. but now we're strictly backyard stoners, so the candles work just fine. plus, i have tons of witchy candles too that i'm always working with for spells & such.

are you busy Friday night?: no? lol. what day is it? we have some weekend plans, so a friday night in sounds grand!

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in?: probably a fortune teller (typecast), but i think in another life, i'd want to be a trapeze artist & swing from the rafters!

what is your favourite outfit?: oooh this one's easy! a white mock turtleneck, my black Wildfang overalls, and sneakers!

what's the last thing you created?: i'm working on a writing project for work & still attempting my end of the Having a Ball collab with @callivich (hi calli, ily calli, thank you for your patience calli), but i suppose the last thing i created was this art of mickey's booty.

what is your favourite fic or book of all time?: it might need an update, but my forever favorite book is a tale of two cities by charles dickens. my favorite fic? shit that's hard. eerrrrmmmm - i truly cannot answer this, sorry lolol.

what are you looking forward to?: by this time next month (plus a few days), i'll have hugged all of my favorite people! HOW EXCITING FOR ME!

what can put you immediately in a better mood?: a movie night with the pals! a play sesh with my pup! a smoocherooooo.

do you like hugs?: love 'em! c'mere! let me squeeze you round the middle & bury my nose in your neck!

what is something you wish people understood about you?: oooh. um, i think that because i'm pretty positive all the time, people don't think to check in on me & see if i'm doing ok? this isn't a plea by any means lol - i'm good! - but it takes a lot of effort to keep a good attitude when the world can be so harsh. also! i'm a witch! don't mess with me! *wink*

tagging @heymrspatel @howlinchickhowl @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @milk-o-bitch & @squidyyy23 - who may not ever see this, but who i almost put down for favorite fic! (i'm DAD's #1 stan!) & who i miss every day of my life! if you don't want to play, that's cool! imagine we're laying together in a field of green, looking up at a clear, sunny sky. ily.

#thanks for tagging me y'all!#weekly tag wednesday #tagged

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animethottywithnobody · 2 years

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“You Fucking Vampire!”

~ Baji x Biting kink

CW: nsfw, dom! Baji, sub! reader, black-coded reader, afab reader, pet names are used, a good bit of cursing, biting (obvi)

WC: 1.4k

Synopsis: You and Baji have been dating for seven months and having sex for four. You both started things slow in your sex life but little by little you both incorporate things that each of you likes to see if the other would as well. After Baji was gone for a few days, he decided to come back and try something he thinks you both will enjoy quite a lot.

AN: This is yet another rewrite and I truly feel like I’ve improved a lot since last year. Sorry for missing yesterday, it was just so crazy for no reason but I hope you enjoy today’s post. Also please remember all my characters are 18+ no matter what I write.

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Second Person Pov

Baji runs his hand through his hair as he fucks into you, moaning your name as you throw your ass back to match his thrusts. Though he may seem all tough and hard, Baji is actually a giant teddy bear who never wants any harm to come to you… unless that’s what you want. Since you both started incorporating kinks or just general sexual preferences into your sex life, you learned that though Baji can make love like an expert, he can fuck even better with a dirty mouth to match his roughness.

“Oh fuck baby. Keep squeezin’ my cock like that.” Baji groans, tightening his grip on your hips as he fucks you from the back.

Baji had to do work for Mikey causing him to be away from you for three days since he didn’t bring you because it would’ve been too dangerous. He insisted that since it was such a long time that he had to ‘make up for lost time’. Which is just his way of saying he missed you a lot and now he was going to show you in one of many ways just how much he missed you.

“Deeper Kei - fuck uh harder- just more… I need all of you baby, stop holding back.” You whine as you push your ass to take more of his dick and get closer to him. He’s never let you take his full dick before because he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s a thick 8.8 inches long with a fat mushroom head to top it all off.

He smirks softly since you only beg to take all of him when you were close to cumming though he could already tell by the vice-like grip you have on his cock. Honestly, he likes hearing you whine for his cock every time, makes him feel good to know that he could please you so well. Baji pulls you up against his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you hold his arms tightly.

The new position has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel his dick hitting places he never let it hit before. Your head falls back on his shoulder, allowing him to leave kisses in the crook of your neck as he slowly starts fucking up into you. He leaves light hickeys on your beautiful brown skin as he starts thrusting into you faster. Your moans grow as you move a hand back, tugging on his hair to pull him closer to you causing him to groan into your neck. He cautiously sinks his teeth into your neck, losing himself when he hears your tiny whimpers.

“Oh, baby. Tell me to stop. Please. If you don’t tell me now, it’ll be harder for me to gain control later.” He whines in your ear with such a submissive tone that holds so much desperation that you can’t help but moan. He slows his pace but switches to deep, hard strokes in an attempt to help you think but it does the complete opposite.

“Kei don’t stop baby please.” You whimper as you run your hand through his long locks that almost reach his ass since he hasn’t cut his hair in years. Your desperate eyes meet his hungry ones, his eyes searching yours for any doubt or uncertainty.

Baji flashes a brilliant smile, canines in perfect view when he sees how sure you are of your decision. “Remember what you asked for my love.” He mumbles as he pulls almost all the way out of you before plunging his hips up into you, letting you feel what it’s like to fully take his cock. You tug his hair harshly as you let out a scream of both pain and pleasure causing him to bite your shoulder harshly.

A hissed moan escapes you as he hits you with another hard thrust, throbbing inside you at the grip you have on his dick and his hair. He bites, sucks, licks and kisses all over your neck and shoulders, moving your head when needed. “Fuck imma leave marks all over your perfect body so you’ll always remember your mine.”

A giggle falls from your lips from the possessiveness he’s showing since he likes to act nonchalant though you know he cares for the people in his life deeply. You massage his scalp gently while he massages your breasts, his thrusts getting faster and the biting getting harder. “Damn Kei, you tryna eat me or something? You fucking vampire.” You mumble through moans and whimpers because though he’s rough you like it.

He pulls away with a loud chuckle bubbling from his throat before he kisses some of his bite marks. “You know I’d never ruin your beautiful skin… permanently.” You turn your head away shyly but he’s quick to grab your chin and turn it back towards him. “I love you, pretty girl. But I’m about to fuck the shit outta you.” All you get to see is a devilish smile before he pushes you into the mattress, ass arched up and his hands holding the fat of your cheeks tightly.

He wastes no time fucking you into the mattress when his favorite song started to play, the sounds of your whimpers, whines, and moans flooding his ears. You feel like your orgasm is going to hit you like a bus as you try moving away and pushing your boyfriend because the pleasure is so overwhelming. Baji clicks his tongue and pulls you back, maneuvering his way to rubbing your clit and slapping your ass. “Don’t run from my cock princess. Take it like a big girl.”

The sounds of your pleasure only make a victorious smile grow on his face as he rubs your clit faster. “Ah K-keisuke, please… oh fuck- baby imma cum!”

He leans over you, kissing your neck as he continues hitting you from the back. “So cum for me, baby. Make a fucking mess.”He whispers as his thrust gets harder and sloppier. His words push you over the edge causing you to cum all over his dick. You’re squeezing him so tight that his orgasm comes faster than he expected. After a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulls out to cum on your back and ass. He’s very careful that none gets in your hair since he got into trouble about that last time.

You both pant softly as Baji gets off the bed and kisses you gently. “Stay still princess, I’ll be right back.” He walks to the bathroom, retrieving a wet washcloth before he comes to clean your back gently. “You did so good for me pretty girl, I’m so proud of you. I’ll wipe you off and get a bath ready for us.” You give him a lazy smile as he kisses your lips a few times.

“I love you Kei.” He smiles wickedly and laughs as he walks back to the bathroom once he’s done.

“You won’t love me once you see what you look like.” He runs to the bathroom and closes the door when he sees you jolt up from your spot to look at the mirror across the bed.

“Keisuke Baji! I have work tomorrow!” The sound of running water is all you hear until he opens the door with an evil smile before he starts walking over to you.

“Hey be happy that I was gently today. You won’t be so lucky next time.” He whispers as he lifts you up, walking you to the bathroom before gently putting you in the tub. You glare at him the whole way there and cross your arms once you get in the tub. “Well grumpy, do you want me to come in or wash you alone.”

“Come in.” You mumble as you grab your vanilla bubble bath and add it to the water while he comes into the tub behind you.

Baji mumbles sweet nothings in your hair as he starts washing you both, making jokes every now and then about how your male coworkers won’t flirt with you anymore after this or about how you’re overreacting because the marks look pretty on you. He washes your hair and you wash his before you both get out, drying each other off as you both sneak in kisses or snarky remarks.

“I love you Kei.” You smile with such peace behind your eyes.

“I love you more than you can imagine.” He smiles back with so much love behind his.

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