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It's a Match! || 141 x Reader

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Pairing: Gaz x Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.4K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: i'm in love with gaz x2 date scene fully inspired by this artwork by @mindie-arts

Chapter 12: A Date?

Sitting across from Gaz in the warm japanese restaurant under a warm-toned lamp, you find yourself a bit flustered by how cute he looks.

Sure, you knew he was cute, of course… His pictures on Tinder more than showed it. He’s the epitome of a pretty boy, all polite and sweet, smiling bright, with those warm brown eyes that look more like pools of melted chocolate that you could find yourself sinking into like quicksand.

He ordered extra meat for himself and is currently scooping it into his bowl of Tonkotsu Ramen as you regale him with your tales of your night with Simon.

“Now, hold on-” He stopped you just as you were biting into your jammy soft-boiled egg.

“Hm?” You questioned as you cocked a brow.

“So… Let me get this straight-” He said as he slowly stirred the slices of pork in the hot broth of his ramen. “You and Ghost didn’t-” He trailed off.

“No!!! I already told you!” You replied as you shoved the rest of your halved egg into your mouth and chewed.

“Hm…” Kyle replied with a bit of an awkward smile as he started softly slurping his noodles.

“Why, ‘Hm’? What does that mean?” You asked him with a cocked brow. Kyle simply shook his head and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“I just think it’s… curious.” He admitted and shrugged. “Like… Simon is very secretive.” He explained.

“I’ve gotten that impression off him.” You replied, but Kyle nodded.

“Yeah but for a stranger, it’s easy to spot that, to understand it. But… We’ve all served with him for years now and we know nothing of him.” He explained with a shrug and an awkward smile again.

As you heard him talk, you slurped your noodles as well, holding the bowl up to your mouth as you did so.

“Soap even gasped when he found out that Ghost had a Tinder account, and the way he was chatting when he went on a date with you, well…” He trailed off and took a bite of one of his eggs as well.

“I wouldn’t call it a date.” You replied as you set down your bowl and took a sip of your drink. Across from you, Gaz did the same, sipping from his Stella Artois glass.

“You met on a dating app, had drinks, went back to yours, spent the night together… That’s a date.” He retorted and you nod your head, conceding to his point.

“Fine… I guess…” You sighed. “But I still don’t see what the big deal is.” You added. “He seems… nice. A bit weird… But nice.” You explained. “He seems like he just… needs a break.” You added and half-shrugged.

Kyle’s head dipped a bit to the side and he regarded you with gentler, softer eyes, quietly contemplating what you said.

“You’re really nice.” He ended up saying after a moment then he pressed his lips together for a moment as he watched you eat.

“Fanks.” You mumbled halfway through chewing a piece of your pork slices.

“Simon was there, you know… When you went to meet Captain Price. Just to make sure you were, you know… Normal.” Gaz quipped, which caused your eyes to widen.

“He was?” You asked sharply, your voice rising an octave for a moment.

“Ye… He… He doesn’t trust easy.” He replied.

“I’ve noticed.” You added, still a bit put off by the news.

“Well, anyway…” He trailed off. “He uh… he came back to base after you and him left the pub and he told us you were nice, normal…” He explained. “And he said that the captain was a bit reticent to be there and you were both feeling awkward… And you so sincerely told him he could leave if he wanted to and that he didn’t need to force himself to be there.” Gaz explained.

Your eyes widened a bit and your face warmed up lightly as he revealed that he knew of how you had reassured John.

“So… I guess… I guess I see it now.” Kyle admitted. “You’re very… gentle.” He ended up after searching for the right word. “A right laugh, funny as fuck, very bratty… But… nice and kind.” He added. “It’s no wonder they both felt good with you, especially Ghost.”

“Well… thanks.” You said softly, smiling sheepishly, and he did the same as he resumed eating.

“Do you feel… good with me too?” You asked him with a cocked brow and pursed lips.

Nodding at you, Kyle smiled. “Yeah, I’d say I do.” He said as he slurped his noodles again.

You resumed eating as well and, sometimes, you’d glance at one another and smile sheepishly before looking away and focusing on your meals.

“So…” You said as you reached over and dipped a gyoza in the soy sauce. “Did you really fall out of a helicopter?” You asked, which caused his eyes to light up with amusement.

“I did.” He answered with a nod and a grin on his lips.

“How did that happen?” You cocked a brow.

Thirty minutes later, you and Gaz are walking side to side as you head back to work. He’s spent most of the time regaling you with stories about work (with the proper censorship of events, dates, places and people).

You barely got a word in and yet, somehow, you don’t mind. You’re surprisingly entertained by him, by the way his eyes light up when he speaks, the way his smile grows every time a story gets a bit more action-packed…

If you didn’t know by now that he’s a soldier (and an elite one, if his stories are to be believed), you’d have called him out by now by making it all up… But he also showed you a few of his scars to prove he wasn’t lying.

As you reach the front door of your workplace, he’s just finishing up his latest story, just in time. You still have a couple of minutes to burn so you linger with him, hands clasped in front of you, as he has his own on the front pocket of his blue hoodie.

“Thanks for this.” You told him with a smile, watching as his face morphed in confusion.

“Thanks for what?” He asked you with a cocked brow and a smile on his lips.

“Well… everything? Buying me lunch, telling me so many stories, walking me to work…” You listed and chuckled. “I haven’t gotten this type of… attention in a while.” You explained.

Kyle gives you a look of disbelief. “You’ve been going out with Ghost, what do you mean you don’t-” He started but you interrupted him with a sharp ‘That’s different!’.

“Simon is very nice and I enjoyed myself greatly with him but something tells me he wouldn’t exactly want to go out for ramen on my lunch break in broad daylight, without a mask.” You quipped playfully.

“Ah- yeah, I see your point.” Kyle joked a bit.

“And, besides… I got out of a… trainwreck of a relationship recently…” You explained as you shifted your weight around on the balls and heels of your feet.

“Is that why you were on Tinder?” He asked as he dipped his head to the side in understanding.

“Mhm.” You nodded and smiled softly. “Anyway…” You trailed off. “It’s nice to have someone make time to meet up with me during lunch break and… you know… Have a date!” You replied.

“Oh it’s a date, is it?” He asked you with a smirk on his lips and a wiggling of his eyebrows.

“Oh, fuck off…” You quipped and nudged him on the shoulder with your hand. “You’re lucky you’re cute…”

Kyle’s lips parted into a boyish grin as he looked at you. “You think I’m cute?” He asked, amused.

Rolling your eyes, you nudged him again and he simply laughed playfully in response.

Checking the time on your phone, you sighed. “I should go upstairs.” You told him and he nodded.

“Have a good rest of your day. And text me, yeah? I’d like to repeat this.” Kyle told you and you nodded too, smiling sheepishly.

“I plan on it.” You added and leaned up, kissing his cheek, just like you did with Simon a couple of weeks before.

Kyle smiled and chuckled softly when you pulled away. He leaned close and kissed your cheek in return, causing your cheeks to burn a bit.

You waved at him and rushed back inside your workplace. Standing outside in the pavement, Kyle watched you go through the windows, with a smile and returned the wave with a raising of his hand and a single little wave before tucking his hands back in his pockets and walking off again.

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pjackk · 2 months

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Whenever the danny boys and i wana have a good drive & spend the whole week trying a be aou true selves in a no jugement setting doing wat we want for pleasure nothing held back and Big danny Russet & me are driving up to phillie since Lil Danny is on house arrest for shit he didnt een do by the way cuz im pretty sure there was not any evidense left when we were done i notice that the booshie ass restaunts and other shit and theres barely any trash left on the ground and U know its because the hollywood infestation of the big apple is spreading and infecting the rest of the so called world HOLLYWOOD is no longer contain to inide NY and now the cameras are rolling everywhere U go theres no safety BDR told me they keep closing down all da irish pubs with all da sexiest paddys/"Leprocons" i ever dam seen to make movie stores and camera stores since i guess #MadnessOfFilm is making all of the dam city dancing like a dam crazy fool for this nonsens no where left to get a guiness with that sweet silky silk and now well guess what everyone thinks they can make it big round these parts and pro tip if everybody makes it then nobody does there R losers N winners here and not everyoby deserves to be struttin there stuff i cant find no good private spaces for smoking thaty self care no more since id dosnt matter which alley or parkbush u choose u will have some kid trying to make a humiliation movie of U since they all think they can make it big now U got fools online torteuring U online all day since i gues everybody is a pieece of shit now the days well everybody that isnt woke like u #SavePhilly #SaveNYC #TearDoiwnTinseltown #PutDownTheCameras

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pxndorasdream · 1 year

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Experiment 101 — Part 1

AgedUp! Neteyam x Fem!Human! Reader

Words: 3K

Warnings: Mention of neglectful parents, kidnapping (I’m still learning on how to tag these, so please tell me if I’m missing something)

Summary: Y/N is kidnapped by the RDA and then brought to Pandora where they use her and three other people as lab rats, but can they escape the sky people? And what if some Na’vi brothers find her unconscious in the forest?

Notes: Heeey, sooo this is the first story I post here, I hope you like it <33 English is not my first language so have mercy on me. Also, Neteyam and Lo’ak doesn’t appear till the end, this is more of like an introduction to Y/N and what happened to her. I’ve already planned a few more parts, so let me know if you’re interested ;)

3rd Person POV

Proofread ig

Life on Earth was harsh. There was no bright colors, only the gray of the concrete surrounding everything. It was sad. The place that had been once paradise on Earth, was now pure concrete.

War was something people were used to, fighting over anything. Like I said, it was sad.

But sometimes life wasn’t that bad when you have a loving family around. Sure, the lack of nature and the constant war surrounding humans was depressing, but once you’re with someone you love -and loves you back- all the problems seem smaller.

But unfortunately, that was not Y/N’s case. She was alone. She had no one. Well, she still had her parents, but they meant nothing to her. They were both just strangers to the girl.

They didn’t even noticed when their daughter disappeared for several days, only returning home to grab a few things and made her way out once again.

They also didn’t noticed the bruises that formed all around her body, like I said, they weren’t parents of the year.

The truth is, she was kidnapped by a group of men. And not only her, there were a few other people in the same situation as her.

There were two boys, maybe around their late teens, and another girl that seemed a bit older than them.

“What the hell do you want from us!?” One of the guys asked, the blonde one, more specifically.

The masked men that kidnapped them didn’t say a word. They just remained quiet, causing fear on the four hostages.

“Can somebody tell us what the fuck is happening?” The oldest girl said this time.

But again, nobody answered.

A few minutes later, the men left the room, leaving the four victims alone. The other boy stood up and tried to open the door, but to no one’s surprise, it was locked.

“Hey” Y/N heard the blonde boy talking, but she didn’t pay much attention, being consumed in fear of what possibly will happen to them. “Hey” She heard again, turning her head to meet the boy’s gaze.

“Yeah?” She replied a bit uncomfortable.

“What’s your name?” He asked. The girl looked at him in disbelief. Is he seriously trying to make small talk while being kidnapped? “C’mon, I mean, we’re all locked up here against our will, so maybe we should at least know each other's names, right?”

She looked to the others, noticing they were paying attention to the blonde guy. She sighed. “I’m Y/N”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, I’m Cameron” He said, then looking at the two people left.

“My name’s Madison” The oldest girl said, looking a little afraid.

“Well, I guess that only leaves me… I’m Thomas”

Soon enough the men were back, but with a new person joining them. It was a woman. “Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, I’m General Ardmore, and I have an offer for the four of you” She said with no expression on her face.

“And for that you had to kidnap us?” The blonde boy, now known as Cameron, replied with a mocking tone. What on Earth is this guy doing?

“Shut it” The woman demanded. “You’ll be grateful that I took you out of your shitty lives” She paused for a second. “I assume you have heard about some planet called Pandora, am I right?” The four of them nodded. “Well, we need some… volunteers, if you want to put it that way. We have some experiments we’d like to try”

“By volunteers you mean us, I guess” Y/N dared to speak for the first time.

“You’re correct, miss Y/N” Ardmore responded with a sarcastic grin. “The four of you are alone. You have no one, so I guessed you won’t be missed if we take you to Pandora”

What a bitch, Y/N thought to herself, but the woman was correct, at least in her case, no one would notice she’s missing.

“And what will we have to do?” Thomas asked.

“Don’t worry about it, for now, we leave in 24 hours, in the meantime, you’ll be granted the opportunity to go back home and grab a few personal things for your survival up there, but don’t even think about escaping, because we will found you and you won’t like what’s next, am I making myself clear?” All of them nodded, but the woman wasn’t satisfied. “I will repeat myself one more time and I want you to answer me right… Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Fine, escort them to their homes and bring them back to me in less than 12 hours, okay?” She then asked the men guarding the place.

“Yes ma’am”

A few hours later, they were boarding an actual spaceship, every little kid dream, but it wasn’t in a way they enjoyed.

Everything surrounding them had the initials ‘RDA’, making the girl wonder what that meant. Y/N then walked towards some strange looking thing, it kinda look like a modern coffin.

“Alright, this is a cryosleep capsule, you’re going to get in one of these and sleep till we get to Pandora, okay?” A scientist explained to them what was going to happen next.

“So, how does this exactly work?” Madison asked with curiosity.

“These things basically freezes you and that maintains you alive and well for long periods of time, when you’re in cryo state you don’t dream, and don’t need food or water, it’s like you’re being put in pause” He explained. “It basically keeps people in perfect shape, they don’t age a second, it’s quite awesome”

“And why do we need to be in one of these?” Y/N asked.

“It’s because the trip to Pandora last about six Earth years, and we don’t want our people being six years older that when they left”

“Six years?!” Cameron asked in shock.

“Yeah, blondie, don’t you know how space works?” Y/N asked him and a small laugh slipped through her lips.

“We’ll, then, hop in.” The scientist told them, the four of them doing it. Y/N laid down in the cryo capsule, the only thing in mind was hoping her life in Pandora would be a little better than on Earth, but oh, how wrong was she.

It seemed to have been only a blink of an eye for her and the three others, but after six years of traveling —which felt like a second to the four young guys—, they were arriving at Pandora.

Well, not exactly. They arrived at the RDA base, which was exactly like Earth, the gray color predominating the place. But surrounding that boring looking facility, a huge forest was in sight. Seeing the color green for the first time in quite a while, Y/N thought maybe life in Pandora wasn’t going to be so bad.

She was wrong. Life in Pandora was hell, no, it was worse than hell. Or at least on the RDA base. She would rather be sent to hell to serve Satan himself than stay there for one more day.

Being an experiment to the RDA people was horrible. She was in a dark room with 5 cells, one for each person, and one free. They were glass cells, and someone was always watching them. If it weren’t the scientists trying to observe the effect of the serum they previously injected in them, it was some guard.

They were never alone. It was hell. They didn’t know what that serum was supposed to do, but they came to the conclusion it wasn’t working, every three days some new serum was injected into their body, and each one had different side effects. It was torture. They were in pain for the next few days when the serum entered their body. They were just torturing them, there was no effective serum, so they kept going on. It was killing them.

But one day, after 2 years in Pandora, the serum seemed to have worked. The scientists seemed happy, and so did General Ardmore. They wanted to try and confirm the serum was finally correct, so the RDA organized a trip to the forests of Pandora.

A few days later, the soldiers were getting ready to enter the deadly forest, some scientists came as well, just to assure the well-being of the four people, well, not their well-being but to control the effects of the serum on them.

The four of them were given a mask, which someone later explained was for them to be able to breathe outside.

“I feel like fucking royalty walking with all these guys protecting us” Cameron said to Y/N while walking toward the forest.

She raised her eyebrow at him. “Are you for real?” She asked. “They are not protecting us, they are just making sure their little lab rats are ok with the serum”

He shrugged. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood, jeez”

Y/N rolled her eyes but a small smile escaped her lips. “Sure, whatever”

Their hands were handcuffed in front of their body, just to make sure no one tried to escape, so they had limited mobility. “Ok, we’re here. Let’s get it done.” Y/N heard a soldier talk. Then they all stopped walking, all of them with their eyes pointed at the four people. “Take out your masks” He said again.

“What? No!” Thomas replied angrily. What the hell, aren’t these supposed to be to not die while outside?

“There’s no way we’re taking these off, we’ll die!” This time it was Y/N talking. “You said Pandora air is toxic to humans, and that just breathing it for a second will make us faint, and in four more seconds, die?!”

One of the scientists sighed. “Get to your main mission, we will take care of them” She told the soldiers accompanying them, "We'll see you back here in 20 minutes, okay?”

The soldier rolled his eyes. “Yes ma’am” He said and later they went further into the forest, only leaving the four guys with some scientists and a couple of soldiers.

“Do you know what the serum is supposed to do?” The scientist asked. The four of them shook their heads. “This serum is supposed to make humans breath Pandora air without any fatal consequences, and you just happen to be our test subjects” She grinned. “So please, do as I said so and take. of. the. masks” She said losing her patience.

None of them obeyed. They weren’t idiots, what if the serum doesn’t work? “Take their masks off.” The woman now said to the soldiers. They obeyed and they walked towards Y/N and the others.

“Please, don’t” Madison said with fear in her voice.

“Shut it” The woman replied.

The men took Thomas and Cameron masks first, and it seemed like they were holding their breaths. Next, they took Madison and Y/N’s. The two girls doing the same as the boys.

“Breathe” She commanded. Neither of them did it. “Breath. Now!” But still, no one obeyed. But humans can only hold their breath for a while. After one minute, Madison took a breath, followed by Thomas, then Y/N and finally Cameron.

We’re going to die, Y/N thought, but after 30 seconds, they were still alive and felt okay, whatsoever.

The scientists started to cheer, still with their gazes on the four people in front of them. The serum had worked. Finally.

But the sound of gunshots followed by some screams wiped the smile off their faces.

“What is happening?” the woman asked the soldiers, but they only shrugged, pointing their own guns to the source of the sound.

“Withdrawal, withdrawal” They heard someone shout, shortly after, the soldiers from before were running towards them. “We have to go, now!”

“The natives found us! Withdrawal!” Another soldier shout just before being pierced by an arrow.

The sound of gunshots and screaming stunned Y/N, who was only looking at what was happening. She didn’t know what to do. A hand grabbing her forearm caught her attention. It was one of the scientists, but she didn’t want to go with them.

What was worse? Going back to the RDA base and being a fucking lab rat for another two years, or getting lost on Pandora’s forest and maybe being killed by an animal or some natives? She definitely didn’t want to be trapped on the base for one more second, so she freed herself from the scientist's grasp.

The other three saw this and tried to do the same, but only two of them were successful, Madison couldn’t lost the scientist that held her, and she was taken once again.

A few seconds later, no RDA people were left there, only Y/N, Cameron and Thomas. The gunshots and screaming stopped, the silence was restored and the only sound that could be heard was the wind going through the leaves of the tall trees.

“So… I guess we’re free” Cameron started the conversation.

“I think so” Thomas replied.

Y/N watched the two men. “I wouldn’t call this ‘being free’, we’re just lost in the forest. What are we supposed to do now?”

A new sound was heard by the girl. It was something moving on the trees. “We are so dead” Cameron said, he also heard the sound. “It was nice to meet you, guys, although I would’ve liked more to have met you in other circumstances”

“Yeah, maybe meeting you while being kidnapped and used as lab rats wasn’t the best, but it is what it is, now we’re going to die in some weird animal hands, so I guess we lived a shitty life and we’re going to die in a shitty way” Thomas replied.

Y/N looked at them annoyed. “Guys, stop making things even sadder!” She wanted to say something more but her chest started to hurt.

“Y/N! What is happening?” Cameron asked worriedly, but soon his own chest started to hurt too. Thomas was in the same situation as them. The three of them grabbed their own chest with their hands still handcuffed, trying to breathe, but it only hurt more. They began to lose consciousness and soon enough, they were lying unconscious on the ground.

It seemed the serum didn’t work once again.

From the top of the trees, two young Na’vi watched the humans lying unconscious on the forest floor. “Bro, we have to go there” Lo’ak said with his gaze still on the humans.

“Are you mad? What if they wake up and try to kill us?” Neteyam asked, looking at his little brother like he was crazy.

“C’mon bro, haven’t you noticed? They don’t have an oxygen mask, they are unconscious! They won’t wake up, and if they do, we knocked them out again”

“Fine, let’s go!” The oldest said, making his brother smile. “But…” Lo’ak’s smile faded. “We call dad right after” Neteyam said.

Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine, whatever, lets just go”

The young Na’vi came closer to the three human bodies lying unconscious. They were quite curious. They saw them surviving more than half a minute breathing Pandora's air, there was something weird about them.

“Did you hear when they said they were kidnapped?” Lo’ak asked his older brother, who nodded.

“Yeah, and that they were lab rats or something like that” Neteyam replied while looking closely at them.

“We definitely should call dad” The youngest said. “Even if he gets mad for not returning with the others right away the soldiers left”

“I’m on it” Neteyam touched his communicator. “Dad, we have some humans here, they are unconscious”

“What do they look like?” The oldest asked through the communicator. “And why are you still there?”

Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “I told you'' He whispered to his older brother.

“There are three of them, two guys and a girl, they look young, maybe like 19 or 20, and they’re handcuffed”

“What? Handcuffed?”

“Yes, and we heard them talking right before they were knocked out, they said some things I think you’ll find interesting” Lo’ak intervened.

“Fine, what’s your location?” Jake asked his sons.

“A few miles away from the base” Neteyam replied.

“Fine, I’m coming, do not move and make sure they don’t wake up” Their father ordered.

“Copy sir” The two youngest Sully boys replied. “What do you think lab rats meant?” The youngest asked. “I mean, I know what lab rats mean, but what do you think the RDA was testing with them?”

“I guess we’ll find out sooner or later”

Jake Sully arrived with a few other warriors at the spot his sons were waiting for him. “We’ll talk later” He said, both boys knowing they were in trouble for not going back home after they attacked the sky people. “They look young”

“I told you” Lo’ak said, gaining a bad look from his father and a hit in the head by his brother.

“We’ll take them to our base, have Norm and Max check on them, and when they wake up, we’ll question them” Jake said to his warriors, who nodded. “They aren’t wearing oxygen masks, are they even alive?” He seemed to finally notice the obvious.

“They are pretty much alive, sir. We’ve heard them saying they were kidnapped by the RDA and that they were just lab rats to them, I guess that has something to do with them not wearing a mask” Neteyam replied with a serious face, gaining a mocking look from his brother.

“Fine, take them to the base” Three warriors lift the sky people and started to get back. “And you two are coming with me” Jake said to his sons.

He was angry at them for not following direct orders, but he was more intrigued by the unconscious humans he just saw, and he wasn’t the only one. Neteyam and Lo’ak couldn’t leave their minds either.

Let me know if you want Part 2! ;)

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chestnutracc · 3 months

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I hate how some people after season 2 are just putting hate on Aziraphale. I mean, he in fact, left the Crowley, but he had his own reasons as well, didn't he? Aziraphale have a very compliceted relationship with heaven but he is in fact an angel and he want to belong there OAAAAAHHHHH—

Quick frame from animatic, u can find it on my instagram for example :) chestnut.racc (quick self advertisment haha)

Anyway, those kind of videos where people are insulting Aziraphale or smth like 'me after s2' and the video of taking of his face or covering them all on some kind of placats. I'm shittin myself. I know that thats grief after the ending but... Man his whole life or more like existance is not ONLY about Crowley in fact :/

Look how we get a chance to speculate why did he do that? What was his reasons? I think that the ending of Good Omens was (not only just marketing catch (that dramatic pause for a kiss and 'betrayal') but also a planned procedure? I love them both [Aziraphale and Crowley] equally so you shouldn't think this is a desperate attempt to protect your favorite (wha de duck I am saying, this series have a few months now so it is not a fresh topic... For me it is oh goddd ANYWAY)

Alr, here is another image so you won't go so quickly and read all that shit or not

Hkhm... Let me give yall a wholeass essay in my second language.

Kidding! Not so extreme. Haha. Anyway. Those are the possibilities why Aziraphale decided that he should leave to heaven. Of course, there could be a few. Or everything. Or none. It's just my personal opinion :)

Again, assumptions, personal opinion, don't want to offend anyone. Thing up⬆️ that's the part where you can argue with me, debate maybe. Whatever. Thing down, I gues bunch of headcanonc? I don't know, they are theories? You can as well say what you think!!⬇️

Goosh, sorry for the mess. Lets start already. Yeah. Uh. Right. Right. Alright. Why Aziraphale chose heaven?

1. Aziraphale overall is an angel... Literally... So uhm he is naturally connected with God, wich he as well worships. He don't have to stand with heaven, but he still has a deep bond with good. Leaving the heaven would be, right, a great decision for his wellbeing. It's clear that he's not on their side. But he did not left his God. Saying 'no' to Megatron would be something that would make him feel terribly guilty and overall devasted, as he would disobey his own moral code and he would gave up a part of himself, I suppose.

2. For 6,000 fuckinf years he had been arguing with himself about feeling for Crowley, right now doesn't matter if platonic, romantic. He was renouncing Crowley so many times that he don't know him, he's not his friend. Yet he could not resist, but be with that redhead. Don't you think that he was having some, oh I don't know, moral crisis? Imagine choosing between two most importanr things? The creature you love and, for Azi, a literall purpose of creation - serving God? Oh man, he was in this state for over 6,000 years. If he would say 'no' then, would he ever get another chance like that to habilitate? He was working so hard, for so long, but he didn't had to chose through all those centuries. Now he had. I guess it's logical, that he choosed his creator.

3. Clear and logical! If Crowley would be back to heaven, he wouldn't have to choose between two thing he loves. Ah you clever one :). Nah. He literally said that he wants to work with Crowley. What can I say more.

4. Obvioulsy, he did not wanted to chose what we know of we SHOULD from serial. And pervious point... And previous previous. It felt like he had been lost or something in it all. I mean, he needed to choose if he wants to take Crowley, if he wants to go back. He was rhinking about the kiss, probably about heaven, what would they say, what would they do. To him, to Crowley. What he should say to Megatron. I suppose he was impetuous with that decision. Imagine lying (he is a damn angel whaaa) to yourself for thousands of years and then just having to confess. Nah, he would like better to stay silent and still lie 🙂 oh god why he is so stupid. Crowley is also stupid. They both are!!!

5. He was mad. Similisr to previous point. He felt like he did not belong with Crowley, as he was devasted. And also Crowley ignored him as well, as Azi ignored Crowley. But i want to focus on thing that he said that he NEEDS him and begged to not to leave him. Easy peasy. No communication between those doveys.

6. He was afraid of loving Crowley as - what would heaven say? What would god say? Will they be happy? Will they be safe? Is it really possible for them to be together? Demon and angel?

7. He considered himself as a failure for Crowley 👍 after he said yes, when Crowley was always saying no.

8. He was afraid of the consequences refusing heaven. Like, he literally was making out with devil, then went o heaven, hell's fire couldn't kill 'him' (ik it was crowley but not for heaven), he was hiding Gabriel, he did not cooperated with heaven. There were a few times when he sinned... A lot. Uhm. Well,I DO have a reason to suppose this could have been some kind of test or something... Because what the hell? From archangel, later no one, then back to the archangel?

Aug! Sorry, long post. Rage hit me. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight :)

#good omens s2 #good omens #art #doodlies #doodle #aziraphale #spoilers good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #good ineffable omens #ineffable divorce #shitpost #bitch was writing so long that their mouth went dry af #LATE AS ALWAYS OMFG

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fxckn-sxck-fr · 2 months

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𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

Yandere Dick Grayson x GN Reader

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: This AU came to me in a dream. The best honor you can bestow on a character is a yandere Ghostface fic, so I obviously had to give one to my man.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: yandere content, Ghostface Dick Grayson, stalking, blood, stab wounds, reader is implied to be a college student, reader likes horror movie trivia, Dick’s kinda freaky in this, OOC Dick (since he’s obviously not a serial killer in canon), the writer’s poorly disguised blood kink (nothing NSFT-worthy, but it’s definitely there).

… Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring…

Honestly, the phone ringing from the kitchen might’ve been the best jumpscare of the night. At least it was unexpected, unlike the tactics of this low budget slasher film you were watching (what was it called again? Agh, you’d have to look at the channel menu, and you lost the remote long ago). With a small sigh, you pulled yourself out of the couch and stretched your arms outwards, reveling in the satisfying pops elicited from your shoulders.

… Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring…

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “I’m coming.”

The phone was in the middle of a fourth ring when you finally reached the kitchen. Picking it up with a loose arm, you punched in the answer button and brought it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

An unfamiliar voice greeted you on the other end. It was low and velvety, with the slightest gravelly texture around the edges that made the back of your neck feel prickly. Your brows furrowed at their teasingly flirty tone, not liking where this could be going. “And who is this?”

“You tell me,” replied the unknown caller.

“Sorry, got no idea.” You leaned against the kitchen counter, facing the living room so you could at least half-tune into movie still. “So… can I help you with anything, or…?”

“What’s your name?”

Okay. Whoever this guy was, he was seriously starting to creep you out and piss you off. “Dunno, you tell me,” you mockingly answered. “How did you get this number?”

“No need to be so rude,” the voice cooed at you. “I just wanna talk, is all.”

“Not very fond of talking to strangers,” you distastefully mumbled.

“You must not make a lot of friends, then.”

“Well,” a puff of air left your lips, “I manage.”

“Sure doesn’t look like it.”

… Huh?

Vocal chords feeling suddenly dry, you thickly swallowed. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Come on now, gorgeous.” There was a chuckle before the caller continued. “It’s a Friday night. Shouldn’t you be out with friends instead of watching old scary movies all by yourself?”

Your blood turned ice cold.

What the fuck. What the actual fuck. Who the hell is this weirdo, not only giving you a random call, but also spying on you? Was this some sort of prank from that dumbass fraternity down the street? Some sort of tradition they have to call up new residents in the townhouses and try to scare them shitless? But if that’s the case, how the hell did they get your number?

Another chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts. “Don’t look so tense, love. I only wanna talk, remember?”

“Talk,” you flatly echoed, turning around slowly to face the kitchen window. While you didn’t see anyone out there from where you were standing, it was too dark to know for sure. “About what?”

There was a long pause. All you could hear for several seconds was your quickening heartbeat and over-acted screams from the TV. It lasted for so long, wondered if your trembling fingers somehow accidentally hit the hang-up button.

Finally, the unknown caller spoke up again.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Your brows furrowed at the question. Why the fuck did he want to know that?

“Can’t say I have a favorite,” you shakily answered.

“Everyone’s got a favorite,” reasoned the caller. “Even I have one.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes darted between the window and the backdoor, praying you remembered to lock both of them. “What’s yours, then?”

“Guess.”

“… Friday the 13th?”

“Nope.”

“John Carpenter’s Halloween?”

“Guess again.”

“Nightmare on Elm Street?”

“You’re really bad at this.”

Either your eyes were playing tricks on you, or a shadowy figure was emerging from behind the bushes. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you began to slowly back out of the kitchen. “Well… then I give up. Tell me.”

“Nuh-huh, sweetheart. The game doesn’t work like that. And besides…”

You were now at the threshold in between the kitchen and the living room. “Yeah?”

“Three strikes and you’re out.”

A click, then a low beep; the call was dead.

Just like you’ll probably be if you stick around.

While you weren’t exactly sure if “out” meant he was going to kill you, you sure as hell didn’t want to find out. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that only murderers made ominous quips like that. So, dropping your phone to the ground and spinning on your heals, you made a b-line towards the front door and fiddled with the lock. If he could see you from the kitchen, then that obviously meant he was out back; he’d have to circle around the entire line of townhouses if he wants to catch you in the front. That would give you enough time to start banging on doors, and at least someone would have to let you in, right?

As soon as you threw the door open, however, it became shockingly apparent that you made the wrong decision.

Looming in the doorframe was a broad figure in black robes. He wore a porcelain white mask with exaggerated mouth and drooping eyes, reminding you for a split second of some sort of Scooby-Doo monster. The only difference between one of those and this fucker, however, was the rather sharp-looking knife he were twirling in their gloved hand.

He gave you a tiny wave with his free hand.

You began to book it back into the kitchen.

Before you could even clear the living room, however, a sharp pain exploded in the back of your shoulder, causing you to cry out as your knees buckled. You were sent careening towards the ground as something ripped out of your skin; his knife, you realized with complete and interr horror. With grunts of agony, you struggled to push yourself off of the linoleum floor in hopes to get back to your feet.

An impressed whistle pierced the air. “Took that like a champ, sweetheart. So proud of ya.”

You finally managed to get yourself to a semi-crouched position, only for a hand to grab at your wounded shoulder and shove you down. The shout that was ripped from your chest was cut off as your jaw harshly slammed against the linoleum floor. Metallic blood flooded your mouth as your teeth caught your tongue in the impact, only adding to the cacophony of pain. There was still a firm hand on your shoulder, which squeezed tighter so he could roll you over and face him.

“You look so pretty when you’re terrified,” your attacker cooed, his blood-splattered mask only inches away from your face. He lowered himself to straddle your hips, his body weight pinning you against the floor. “Way better up close.”

“Please,” you pathetically pleaded, some of your bloody spit dribbling down your chin. “Please…!! Please, just let me go!!”

A low rumble came from him — a weird mix between a laugh and a groan — as he held the knife up against your neck. The blade was still warm, your own dark blood staining your skin. “Yeah, go on... beg for your life, love.”

God, why was this happening to you?! All you wanted to do was watch some cheap slasher movie and take it easy for the night, and now you’re one slice away from certain death?? Was this seriously gonna be how you go out; murdered in your own living room with old reruns playing on the TV? A choked sob left your lips at the pitiful thought.

“Please don’t kill me,” you whimpered, feeling the edge of the knife catch your skin as your throat bobbed from swallowing. “Please…”

“Good job, gorgeous,” he condescendingly praised. “Just like that. Don’t you know how hot you look right now?”

Christ… this guy was fucking disgusting. The way he seemed so into this made your skin crawl. His free hand came up to caress your cheek, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind with it. Swiping his thumb across your lower lip, he hooked his index finger under your chin and tilted your head upwards. It took you a few moments to register that the weight of the knife’s blade was removed from your neck, now being held gently against your cheek as he let out a hum.

“You’re quite the catch,” he mused, pressing the blade harder against your cheek to draw blood. You couldn’t help but sharply inhale at the stinging sensation.

“Why are you…” a noise of pain interrupted your sentence as he slowly slid the knife down to your jawline, “doing this..?!”

He didn’t seem to care for your question. Instead, he released your chin from his leather hand, bringing it up to his mask and stroking the elongated jaw. It was as if he was pondering something, his fingers smearing your speckled blood downwards until he got to the tip of his mask’s chin. Then, in a slow, deliberate movement, he began to tug the mask upwards to reveal a crooked smirk. Your stomach dropped entirely when you realized he was confident enough about this to let you see part of his face; he really was going for the kill.

“I’d like to think this thrill is a lot better than the cheap scares in movies,” he teased, bringing the knife back to your throat and leaning closer to your face. You could feel his hot breath against the cut on your cheek as he finished with, “and I think you’d agree.”

Your shoulders jolted at the sudden wetness against the side of your face, and it dawned upon you that the fucker was licking you. His tongue ran up your shallow gash, clearing away whatever amount of blood that bubbled from it. You felt your face crinkle up in disgust as he continued to lap at it, like he was a little kid licking an ice cream cone (you could even hear him click his tongue against the roof of his mouth and swallow; this fucking psycho was actually consuming your blood).

Once he seemed satisfied, he pulled away a few inches to run his red-stained tongue over his lips. “You know… my favorite scary movie is actually Dracula. I was always into the classics.”

“Dracula,” you shakily repeated, feeling cold sweat collect on the back of your neck. “1930s? Tod Browning?”

He let out a hum of approval. “Wow. You seem to know your stuff, sweetheart! Didn’t realize you were that into the genre.”

“I… I guess…”

“Yeah?” The leather of his gloves creaked as he clenched the hilt of the knife tighter. “Isn’t this perfect for you, then? Getting to live out the real deal? Lot’s of horror movie junkies out there would absolutely kill to be in your position right now.”

Your limbs felt numb, petrified to the floor with pure terror. “Never thought I’d s-star in one…!”

“What a shame,” he tutted. “You’re a perfect fit for the victim role.”

The blade began to dig deeper into the meat of your neck.

This was it. This is how you were going to die. You could barely hear the resolution of the movie in the background over your palpitating heart as the blade dug deeper into the meat of your neck. With any luck, he’d make this a quick one, putting you out of your misery so you didn’t have to suffer through a slow, painful death. If he wasn’t that nice, however, your vision was already spotty from blood loss, so there was at least the possibility of you passing out before it got too agonizing.

But then, just as you could feel your own blood dribbling down your collarbone, the pressure was alleviated.

“Come to think of it, though…” he pulled the mask back down his face, giving it a little jostle to make sure it was correctly oriented. “Killing you off so soon would be disappointing.”

He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I want to see you in the sequel.”

Without another word, he slowly pushed himself off of you to stand up. You took this as the perfect opportunity to desperately crawl away, wide and careful eyes still trained on him in case he lunged at you again. Fortunately, it seemed as though he truly was done for the night, taking a few steps back from you as he twirled the knife in his one hand. With the other, he gave a tiny wave, and practically skipped out the front door, even having the courtesy to slam it behind him.

He just spared your life.

You could practically feel yourself melting into the cracks of the linoleum floor. Holy shit, he just spared your life. After all of that — finding your number, calling you outside of your house, stabbing you, and having the perfect opportunity to finish you off — he decided to spare your life. What the fuck just happened.

Well, it’s not like you had time to deliberate on that; you were kinda still bleeding out right now. He did stab you, after all.

So, rolling yourself over on all fours, you clutched the bloody wound on the back of your shoulder and began to crawl towards the kitchen as the ending credits rolled on your shitty slasher film.

So… as it turns out, the phone ringing was not the best jumpscare of the night.

#❥ TW: YANDERE #❥ GHOSTFACE AU #❥ YANDERE CHARACTER #❥ ROMANTIC(?) YANDERE #❥ YANDERE DICK GRAYSON #❥ YANDERE DICK GRAYSON X READER

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Dirty Hands// Cho Gue Sung Imagine 🔞 Ex! Chubby Reader ♡

How did you get here? You hate sports...You hate exercise in general-you, like your thickness, and that's that's. Moving away from your self-love for a second, If memory serves me right, You were dragged here by you're fit friend, Sumi.

Speaking of, she's looking at you in disappointment right now. Time to tune back in-

Sumi clicked her tongue, obviously annoyed by your space-out expression. "Are you high or something? Why are you not cheering or at least stand up when I do." One might say you're being selfish, but you refused to take fake interest in this stupid sport (no offense just for the story).

Your silent protest stuck out like a sore thumb...and your well hot in his eyes.

He admired your boredom and actually found it rather amusing. You could sit still if your life depended on it; He watches you bunch up your dress just to ensure you didn't step in anything.

Possibly food or not...You never know with hundred year old bleachers.

She's so snobby. He thought with a slightly playful grin. I guess that is my fault.

Sumi noticed the flower player ogling her friend; she gasped, alerting you in the process. " Shit, Do you think he likes you? Soccer player, sugar daddy?"

"As if, " You scoffed. " I can smell him from here."

Sumi beamed. " If you don't want him. Can I have him, please?"

.....

Your plans for today didn't involve waiting thirty minutes for Sumi, who decided to run to the bathroom at the last second, leaving you alone to stay put in the entrance tunnel-

"This tunnel is disgusting.." You cleared your throat in an attempt not the dry heave at the used condom flung aside like a snot rag. "I'm gonna died here."

" You're so dramatic." A man's voice nagged behind your head.

You sighed, rolling your eyes. " And you're so domestic, Watching me like a little puppy." You turned towards your ex-husband.

Gurl, Did I forget to tell you he was your hot ex-husband who blew his chances with you after a sexual/emotionally draining physical altercation between the two of you took place in public?! Oops! The tea is hot today.

What a mighty mouse you are, mouthing off to a man who has you, trump, in literally everything strength, speed, you name it.

You step back, not favoriting his sweaty smell. "You kinda smell like a wet dog -" You fanned yourself. " It suits you."

"If I'm a dog then you must be a bitch in heat for coming to my game-"Gue Sung exclaimed, nudging her forehead back with his finger.

She retaliated by smacking his heavy hand out of her face. " If you ever put your filthy fingers near me again-And, for your information, You pompous little-your not the only player on your team!" She roared in his face, stretching her heels to their maximum limit due to the size difference.

The cheeky bastard met your face halfway, tapping the tip of her nose with his; his hazel eyes gazed into hers. "Why else would you be watching for? " He was even daring enough to take two steps forward to feel you on him. "You hate sports, and you think men are stupid-"

"Not all of them, but I'm truly doubtful when it comes to you-." Yn rudely interrupted, sassing him with her eyes.

The joke was harmless, to say the least, yet a large hand shot up to her neck, gripping it into a tight squeeze between his large fingers.

She gasped but wasn't surprised; this wasn't the first time Gue Sung had let his temper control his actions.

Gue Sung clicks his tongue. "Wah unbelievable, that mouth of yours." He stared at your beautifully painted lips, weighing his next decision; he said, "Ah, Fuck it." before completely dominating your lips.

"Mmm!" You yanked at his hair; pulling away from his lips just to be brought back in. "Mmph! Im gon-mm gonna kill you."

You fought well, but god, he's ripped-Honesty, you didn't stand a chance in the first place.

Gue sung kept you flushed against his chest so tight your plump breasts pushed up to escape his squeeze.

#cho gue sung x reader #cho gue sung #cho gue sung x chubby reader #cho gue sung smut

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extremelyblackandwhite · 1 year

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the price of power - 03

pairing: mob boss!sebastian stan x wife!reader

part of handmaid | masterlist

warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI), swearing, mentions of organised crime and violence, arguments, angst, smut (18+), shower sex

Everything was quiet on the drive back home, the noise of the metropolitan city drowning in her loud mind as her brother’s words whispered poison into her thoughts. She was sure he was just trying to get under her skin, to trap her into doing something she didn’t want to do. Her son was safe. There had never been an attack or even whispers of trying to harm him, Sebastian had always ensured her Nate was safe. She bite the inside of her lip, looking at the numbers lit up on the lift panel. Ever since the events with Gwen, she hadn’t really returned to New York, or at least Sebastian’s New York penthouse - well, she guessed it was hers as well now. There was a mix of emotions surrounding this place but it they were mostly positive. She had always felt safe here, even if he wasn’t around.

The lift doors opened, the windows that gave view to the top of the city becoming visible. It was almost like magic, that sense of safety she got whenever she came into the home and the sight of her husband holding their son while pointing out stuff out the window only heightened it up. However, she could not deny that band around her heart got tighter as she heard the giggle of her son. He was not gonna get hurt. She couldn’t let him get hurt.

- We need to stay. - those words flowed out her mouth like a river against a dam.

- What? - Sebastian turned around, his grip growing unconsciously tighter against his son.

- My dad needs my help. We need to stay.

- No. - he took a stride towards her. - That’s not what we agreed to, Y/N. We agreed to staying in Paris where it’s safe for you and for Nate.

- How can you confirm that it’s safe? What’s stopping someone from breaking in and attacking us?

- Are you insane? Your safety has never, ever been breached. I made damn sure it’s a safe place for our family.

- What about my dad? And my brother? They shot my dad, Sebastian. I need, I need to be here so I can help.

- Staying here is not gonna help anyone, Y/N. - she took a step back, her name sounding foreign coming from his lips.

- Daniel suggested I take over for dad ... in the interim.

Sebastian features tightened and he shut his eyes forcefully, constrained and angered breathes leaving his lips. She stood there, still and looking up at him, waiting for him to say something, anything.

- That’s not what we discussed. - he sighed. She could see how he was attempting not to burst. - That’s just putting a target on your back.

- I need to protect my dad ...

- Yes because he’s always been so protective of you. - he interrupted her. - He just showed up in your life.

- He’s my only family left.

It would’ve hurt less to be shot. He’d been shot many times yet those words leaving her lips, the same lips he kissed each night with the passion and warmth of a thousand suns, had to hurt more than all those times. The truth was that he’d had nothing for so many years and now he had her and their son - those words stung more than anything else. She noticed the tiny break of his strong facade, biting her tongue immediately after.

- You’ll be signing your own death warrant if you do that.

- Don’t you believe I could do it?

- You know I think you do. You’re just not ready, you don’t know your father’s deals or associates. This is why we decided to keep away from it, at least until Nate is older.

- I am going to do it, Sebastian. My father gave up so much to keep me safe, I have to repay the favour. - he smiled, but it didn’t carry the same weight it did whenever she looked at him. It was void, almost as an expression to keep him from slipping into old patterns or hurting her with sharp words only he could muster. That was no smile to her.

Instead, he just handed her Nate, the young boy looking up at his mother as if he could sense something was wrong. She guessed anyone with a pair of eyes in that moment could sense it themselves, it was in complete opposition to what the past two months had been.

- Your father took the coward’s way out. - he looked down at his wife, with an unreadable look. - I would’ve burned the whole world down if it meant keeping you safe, but I would not let you be mistreated the way you were. But if that’s the favour you’re trying to repay, who am I to stop you?

He left and she was unable to do anything to stop him, instead staring at him, hoping he did countless things which vanished into thin air as those lift doors closed, leaving her all alone in what now felt like a darker home than before. She held in her breathe, attempting not to break down, however, after trying not to cry for a whole day combined with the lack of sleep and her husband’s words, she couldn’t help but let it down. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she bite her lip forcefully, attempting to quiet herself. Why was everything so hard? Things were supposed to have been easier now. As a child she always thought if she had parents everything would be better, so how come things were harder?

Y/N attempted to distract herself from her own emotions, rocking her son slowly while looking around the home. She hadn’t been here since, well, since Gwen’s almost wedding. Sebastian was the one who usually came to New York and stayed here when needed. She usually preferred to stay at their place in Paris with Nate or if she were to come to New York, they’d make a holiday out of it and stay at a nice hotel. Things looked the same, except for the photos on the frames which were now either of her or their son. Their wedding photo on the coffee table only had her struggle more at keeping her sobs silent. It had been such a happy day, even if it had been small, just the two of them somewhere in a little chapel in a place in France which she could no longer remember the name. She could’ve sworn on that day that all that was bad was behind them, so how come it was coming back to haunt her? She could deal with the bad nightmares as long as they were just that - nightmares, a succession of images and feelings inside her mind when asleep. This was real and this she didn’t know if she could handle.

Finally, the sob that she had been holding in broke through her dry lips, causing her infant son to look up at her.

- No, no ... - she whispered, recognising the face that usually led to Nate start crying. - It’s okay. Mumma is okay, she’s just being silly.

She didn’t like being alone, she didn’t like being apart from him and she specially didn’t like it when he was upset at her. Sebastian and her argued like any couple did but it was usually over stupid things like the dishes or clothing on the floor, it was never this. In the back of her mind she knew he was gonna come back, he always came back from her but as nighttime fell, she wondered when he would come back, or if he even wanted to come back at all.

Looking at her son, sleeping peacefully in his crib, she decided she was done for the day. She needed a shower and she needed to go to sleep, maybe this was all a bad dream and if she went to sleep she would wake up in a much better reality. However, the hot water hitting her skin was only further proof that she was very much awake and this was a living nightmare. She stared at the tiles, very much lost in the nothingness and the colour of them until a rustling sound followed by the glass door of the shower being open having her turn around.

- Hey. - her heartbeat slowed down as she saw him standing in front of her.

- You reck of whiskey. - she retorted, not exactly knowing what to say. Were they still in a fight?

- I know, angel. I’m sorry. - he wrapped his arms around her, the warmth of his skin against hers making her forget the bad things for a while. - I’m sorry.

- I’m sorry too. - she looked up from his embrace. - You do reck of alcohol, are you drunk?

- I tried. - he confessed. - Then I realise my wife’s at home with my kid and I’m acting like a fucking idiot. I’m sorry.

- I really need you, Seb. I need you, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I know you hate my dad but he’s my dad, I can’t just leave him and go away like nothing happened.

- I know, I shouldn’t have asked that of you. I just want to make sure you and Nate are safe and I don’t know if I can do that here.

She cupped his face, leaning her forehead against his. His fingers drew patterns on her hips, the feel of her skin bringing him comfort. She always brought him comfort, even if she was mad at him or if they had an argument.

- I’m sorry. - he kissed down her temple, leaving wet reminders of his kisses in a trail.

He took a few steps forward, her back hitting the wet tiles of the shower. His lips parted as he watched the sight in front of him. There couldn’t be anyone in this world who was more alluring to him than the woman in front of him and she couldn’t want anything more than to always experience that look of lust for him. He bucked his hips against hers, his lips meeting hers in a passion filled moment as his fingers trailed against her slit.

- I guess there are benefits to us staying here. - he kissed under her jaw. - We’d have to spend more time together.

- You don’t s ... - her words got stuck in her throat as he easily slide a finger inside of her, smiling at the wetness that coated his fingers.

- You were saying, angel? - he smirked, putting a hand over her stomach to stop her from moving her hips into his fingers. - C’mon, I thought you were gonna say something.

- You’re me ... - she got once again lost in her own thoughts, moaning as he added another finger and started moving at a faster pace than before, his thumb circling her clit. - Mean.

- Am I? - he cocked his head to the side, slowing down his pace. - Then why are you trying to fuck yourself on my fingers?

Her back arched, her hands trying to hold onto anything, but slipping down the wet tiles. She was at his mercy and she couldn’t say she didn’t enjoy it. The feeling of his long, rough fingers against her walls as he rubbed her clit was enough to have her moaning like a desperate woman. Her walls starting to tighten around his fingers, her moans quickening as she started to climb up to her high, only for it to come crashing down as he unceremoniously removed them from her. She pouted, her eyes looking at him with pooling tears at the inner corners. He took his fingers to his mouth, sinfully wrapping his tongue around them, not breaking eye contact with her. She couldn’t find it within herself to be mad at him, getting hypnotised by the way he cleaned his fingers as if he’d eaten his last meal. Smirking at her, he laid his thumb against her bottom lip, pulling it down.

- Maybe I am mean, angel, but you do enjoy it.

- Not fair. - her voice was small, almost trembling.

- Not fair? Ok. What is fair, then? - he cocked his head to the side, eyes scanning her naked body. - What do you want, angel?

- I want you.

- No, no. - he sucked his teeth, kissing down her neck. - You have to be specific, angel. What do you want me to do?

She whined, the feeling of his lips against her skin only furthering the wetness gathered in the middle of her legs and the need to have him inside her. She attempted to grind against him, yet, the feeling of his cock against her slit did little to nothing to soothe those feelings. He grew tired of her incessant grinding, stopping her hips by holding them against the tiles of the wall.

- C’mon, ask me. - he said almost cruelly. - You know I’ll give it to you, angel. Just ask.

- Please. - she whined, propping her hand on his shoulder. - Please, fuck me.

He smirked at her, rubbing the head of his cock between her folds, gathering her wetness and teasing her enough until he pushed himself inside of her. Her nails gripped the skin of his shoulder, one of her legs wrapping around his waist to bottom him further into her. Shuddered moans left both of them as he fully entered her. He shut his eyes forcefully, trying to gather some control before he started to move, setting a quick pace.

- God, you fucking feel good. - he groaned.

She was lost in cloud 9, the familiar stretch and the move he’d set along with his thumb rubbing her clit having her eyes rolling in the back of her head. All worries vanished as he laid everything on her, his grip bruising on her hip, his movements sharp and quick while his lips sucked and bite bruises which were sure to last until she began to feel herself falling apart.

- C’mon, angel, c’mon. - he silenced her pitched moans with messy kisses, thrusting harder into her until she fell apart.

She continued upright mainly due to the force of his body against hers, holding her still against the tiles. Yet, he continued chasing his high until he stilled, burying his head on the crook of her shoulder as thick ropes of white painted her walls and dripped down her thighs.

- You did good, angel, you did good. - he whispered against her skin, laying soft kisses over the bruises and turning the shower off.

He wrapped her in a monogramed, white fluffy towel and made his way towards the bedroom, kissing the top of her head. He wanted to cherish these moments, have them tattooed in his brain like wine stains. He knew what this world looked like and he knew that she was being offered to it like a sacrificial lamb. Yet again, that’s what he expected the Forrest family to do - they had always been cowards in his eyes. Similar to the rodents, escaping the fight and hiding only to thrive after the threat was gone. Parasites, most of them. Of course, he could never say that of her. She was too good for all of this, too good for her father and too good for him. He’d been happy to live in Paris, away from all this, just being in their little family unit. He should’ve known things never stay quiet for too long.

- What are you thinking about? - she leaned her hand against his cheek, her thumb caressing the rough stubble.

- Nothing. - he lied, forcing a smile as not to worry her. - You’re really gonna do this, huh?

- Yeah. Are you gonna help me?

- I’d burn down the world for you, angel. I’ll do anything.

He just hoped what she encountered didn’t take her away from him.

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ncityavenue · 1 year

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9:29 am ♡

you persuaded Johnny if yall could go to the local café and it didn't take too much work considering he's a sucker for cuteness, he opened the door for you letting you walk in first and himself afterwards.

Quite a Gentleman. You thought.

"So, what would you like again? The new what?" Johnny raised his eyebrow.

"The matcha Boba tea, I haven't tried it yet!" You beamed as you lightly hopped.

"That's actually not new"

"I don't care, I just want it!!" You said grabbing on his sleeve.

"Do you think I could just waist my wallet on you?" Johnny questioned pulling his wallet out as he spoke.

"Yes, that's like one of the first things that makes our friendship." You answered triumphal.

You guys walked closer to the cashier ready to order, "Good Morning, what can I get for you?"

"Uh yes, could I have the matcha Boba tea and 2 coffee cakes?" Johnny ordered, the cashier happily added those to the list she asked if there was anything else and Johnny eyed you, you shook your head.

"That will be it, Thank you." Johnny says, you stared at your best friend for a minute just admiring his beauty. You never were afraid to remind him how handsome he was and he was never afraid to remind you how good looking you are but its just something about today in this moment that you might be thinking about him being more than a friend.

"You know, we're gonna share that drink right??" Johnny tilted his head, you furrowed you eyebrows.

"I did not consent to that."

"Well it's my money, and you dragged me here and I didn't consent to that either."

"Johnny, you're like 7 feet tall you easily could've just pulled me along. You're like those bulky action men figures."

Johnny leaned his shoulder on the wall as you waited for your orders, "I'm only 6 feet, and if i dared to say no and pull you along I fear you may never speak to me again."

"Smart boy." You went on your tippy toes patting johnny head.

The cashier called your order and Johnny momentarily left you so he could grab it and go but in the meantime the cashier had whispered to him, "keep them, they're a gem. Protect them at all costs, they love you." She said, Johnny didn't quite register what she said but then he had a unreadable expression on his face.

All he said was "I'll try, thank you." And went on his face, he knew his cheek were tinted pink.

"I'm so thirsty! Thank you Johnny." You looked up at him as you took the matcha drink from him.

"You are welcome." Johnny smiled, you walked out the café and you noticed a shift in Johnny.

"Johnny are you okay? That cashier didn't say anything slick did she?" You questioned, Johnny shook his head.

"No she told me to keep you, like, maybe have you as my own." Johnny said rather lowly, a little nervous to hear what you'll say.

You scoffed sipping your drink and then handing it to him, " she's damn right! I mean there's no other purpose of you being here if you're not gonna protect me and spoil me."

"Okay she didn't say spoil-"

"Well I did, and besides you're already doing that."

"But you know she meant in like- a relationship way."

"Yeah I know, I mean if only you're ok with having it official thennn.."

"Official? Wait what- I'm confused."

You rolled you eyes before explaining, " Oh jeez you're acting like Mark, we're basically like a couple just like without the label. We've kissed before so it's not nothing new."

" we've kissed on the cheek."

"Well do you wanna kiss on the lips?" You smirked, you've never been so confident infront of Johnny before you guess being with him so much his actions start rubbing off on you and now you're the bold one.

"Sure I gue-"

You smooch his lips, you stopped dead in your tracks to fully indulge him on your lips. Good thing you guys were walking through a peaceful park that led you to the café so the kiss was way more serene.

You parted yourself away from Johnny, " so we're gonna come back to the dorm as a couple?" Johnny questioned.

"I mean not if you don't want to, it could be a secret to make it more fun if you want." You winked.

"It doesn't matter, I love you." Johnny placed a kiss on your cheek, you giggled saying I love you too.

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Too fucking adorable<33

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this-here-is-not-singing · 3 months

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Tagged by @help-help-i-need-an-adult to share 15 facts about myself

Thank you 🥰

I'm not good with coming up with facts about myself so I went back to the original questions 😅

Are you named after anyone?

Kinda? My irl name is the same as one of my parents friends but I don't think it was anything special like "we named our baby after you" they just liked the name

My online name is a made-up-by-@does-your-flag-mean-death female version of a character from a book I was obsessed with as a kid (Wolfsaga by Käthe Recheis)

When was the last time you cried?

I don't fully remember tbh it's been surprisingly long (a few weeks maybe?) but I'm guessing it was during a movie

Do you have any kids?

love that we're all so old that this is a valid question now lol. but no

What sports do you play/have played?

Never was much of a teamsports person but I used to do ballet in elementary school, was in a swim club and now I hike & do yoga. Also used to boulder semi-regularly before the pandemic but never got back into it

Do you use sarcasm often?

Not really? Not notably often at least I think?

What's the first thing you notice about someone?

Usually their hair. And like... a general vibe that's mostly "alternative/metalhead/nerd or not"

Eye color?

Greenish-brownish? Hazel? something like that

Any talents?

Apparently I'm talented at playing the drums at least according to my drum teacher but I can't practice at home so idk. and i think I'm pretty good at writing when it comes to scientific reports and papers. I don't think I could write prose very well but writing in a concise and easily readable way comes pretty easy to me

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings all the way. If the scary movie is good it's fine but I'm just a sucker for happy cheesy endings. Nothing makes me cry more than people hugging at the end of dramatic movies

Where were you born?

Germany

Do you have any hobbies?

I play the drums, play & DM DnD, love hiking & reading and recently started crotcheting. Also gaming

Do you have any pets?

Not right now! Grew up with bunnies, had a snake for a few years and we're planning to get cats once i have a stable job

Height?

176cm I think

Favorite school subject?

Well I'm doing my master's in biology so take a wild gues haha

But looking back I also really fondly remember German class. And Theater if that counts haha

Dream job?

Researcher but also being payed well & not working overtime & with a non-temporary contract. About as realistic as my actual dreams.

And here's a bonus fact: I ramble lol so here's some people I'd like to hear from

@kitsune-sam @helianthus21 @spookyshadowfox @a-hearts-a-heavy-burden @crescendoofstars @asongaboutpirates @augusta-imperatrix and i guess @does-your-flag-mean-death (if i find out anything new about you like this I'm gonna be pissed though 😘)

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catching up with stuff on my dashboard and i saw that hyeju with a guitar pic so hear me out, rockstar hyeju who has her own band and rockstar hyeju who spots you in the crowd and invites you backstage for….something…

AHAUAIHAVENAKAK. the amount of times i’ve thought of rockstar hyeju is crazyyy >_< she fits the concept soo well.. and she is totally the type to fuck a fan backstage tbh.. it boosts her ego sooo muchhh.. lemme elaborate bae

warnings: english isn’t my first language, fem reader,band leader!dom (maybee switch???) hyeju, loossemble is actually a rock band, but other members aren’t really mentioned a lot , yves is your friend, oral (hyeju rec.) fingering (reader rec.), edging, thigh riding (reader rec.), hyeju gets jealous for a sec ^_^, marking, lmk if i missed any!!

minors dni

a loud “i hope you’re all enjoying the show!” rings throughout the venue, triggering screams and cheers through the crowd as the intro to day by day plays. from who? hyeju, your not-so-secret celebrity crush.

“but yvessss, hear me out!” you plead, holding your phone out to show your best friend the new selfies that hyeju just posted. and she just hums and shrugs in response. “mm.. she’s pretty i guess!” she says nonchalantly, taking a sip of her iced coffee. “you guess??? it’s son hyeju you’re talking about. she isn’t ‘i guess she’s pretty’ material!” you defend her almost like you actually know her.

yves sighs and shakes her head, rolling her eyes as she places the plastic cup back on the table. “look, yn.. if you really wanna see this chick so bad, i may or may not have a friend who’s also in loossemble. gowon could easily get you tickets, maybe even get you pretty close for the next show!” she offers, her expression acting like it’s nothing. “wait- are you serious? you’d do that for me?? could you??” you ask, eyes wide as you’re about to practically jump on the table. “yeah, i’ll do it right now.”

which is how you’re here, trapped in the pit with other fans bumping into eachother, hands reaching out to touch any of the members, even for a split second the second one of the girls met your section.

but one girl was particularly having fun near your section. none other than your celebrity crush.. hyeju. bringing her little breaks to where you could see her up close, to where you could see the blisters on her fingers from her guitar, and she especially had fun holding her fans hands, but she lingered on one especially— yours.

when she had a small break, she got your attention best she could, mouthing a ‘stay here after the show.’ before she’s going back to playing a sweet instrumental for the other girls, her dreamy vocals coming in every so often too. it was such a perfect night.. and it was about to get a hell of a lot better.

regrettably, the night came to an end. the last song fading to an end as hyeju bows and waves to her crowd. “wishing you all and excellent night! hope you enjoyed the show!” she yells, walking across the stage to make sure every section gets a proper goodbye.. especially yours, she lingers around it for a few seconds, nodding her head to you to make sure you actually stay. and stay you do.

as the venue clears out, your nerves rise more and more. what if she was talking to some other fan? you hang around the side of the area, nails tapping on your thighs nervously, mind racing with thoughts. until they stop when you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. it’s hyeju.

you could honestly die right then and there. the way she nods her head to follow her as she keeps a tight grip on your wrist, pulling you backstage. “what’s your name?” she asks, leaning her head back as she walks ahead of you. “u-uh.. yn!” you stutter, blushing at how quick this is all going. “hm, cute. nice to know the name of the girl who’s about to eat me out.” she says confidently, pulling you into the dressing room quickly, locking the door behind her. “i’m gonna do what??” you say, eyes darting around the somewhat small room. “surprised you haven’t guessed yet. you haven’t heard the rumor of how i get rid of stress after shows?” she chuckles, patting your shoulder as she leans against the door. “i- um..!!!!!!!” you sputter, eyes trying to look at anywhere but her. hyeju. your literal celebrity crush. the one who’s about ‘relieve her stress’.

she smiles and rolls her eyes, hand reaching up to your hair to push you down to your knees. “fucking ruin me, babe. who knows, maybe i’ll let you ride my thigh if you do well-“ before she can even finish her sentence, you’re agreeing, fingers gliding under the waistband of her skirt and pressing kisses on her thighs. “okay… you don’t have to. just wanna help you.” you mutter against the skin, looking up at her. “mmhm… don’t leave me waiting now.” she says, fingers running through your hair.

and with that, your fingers are hooked under her waistband, pulling her skirt and panties down to her ankles, and as you do so, a small pang of guilt hits you. you’re literally just a one night stand for some girl who knows you like her.. well.. hyeju isn’t just some girl.. so maybe it’s not that bad..

you place small pecks on her thighs before finally connecting your lips to her core, which has her gripping your hair tighter and her hips bucking against your face, which leaves you whimpering against her as your tongue goes in and out of her, leaving her a moaning mess. “p-please.. w-what’s your name?” she whines out. “never mind… just- you’re doing so good, b-baby..!!” she squeaks, thighs squeezing around your head as you continue her work on her. your hands glide up and down her thighs, before one of your hands snake up her thigh, fingers teasing at her entrance.

her eyes flutter shut at the feeling, a moan leaving her lips as your fingers go in and out of her, plus the added feeling of your lips on her just has her going crazy.. “um.. i’m close-“ she mumbles, grip tightening on your hair, which has you giggling against her. her hips are ever so slightly bucking into your face as she chases her release, and who are you to stop her?? with that, her release crashes into her like a wall of bricks, a broken whine leaving her lips as you help her ride out her high, and as she calms, a string of praises leave her as her fingers haphazardly run through your hair.

after a moment, hyeju calms down enough to sit down on a chair, pulling you up from you knees and bringing you to sit on her lap, shakily slotting hee thigh between yours. she looks up at you, and you notice how flushed her cheeks are before she speaks quietly, a tone of dominance back in her voice. “…fucking let me ruin you, baby. you did so well, gotta return the favor.” her hands are running all up your sides, before her experienced hands are sliding your panties off and tossing them to the table next to her.

her callused fingertips run down your slit, a low chuckle leaving her as she shakes her head. “you’re so wet.. jesusssss. i know you’re into me, but like.. all you did was eat me out. so needy..” hyeju teases, and you just whine in response, turning your head away. “ah ah…” she starts, fingers gripping your chin before turning your gaze back to her. “keep your eyes on me, baby.” she snaps, fingers inserting you in one fast motion, drawing a broken whine from you. “hyeju-“ you whine, but hyeju cuts you off. “what? you want me to stop?” she taunts, another low chuckle leaving her. “no, noooo please don’t stop!!” you whine, hands weakly pawing at her. “i won’t baby, i won’t… um.. how about you tell me about yourself? you know.. like why you like the band and stuff.” she says nonchalantly, almost like she isnt even fingering you and you’re not slowly unraveling on her lap right now..???!?? “u-um- well.. i’ve liked your band for a while.. m-maybe a f-few y-“ you cut yourself off with your own moan, and hyeju coos before she speaks again. “aaah, i probably should’ve mentioned this, if you stop talking, i’ll stop. so don’t mess up~”

this is going to be torture. “o-oh.. right. um. i think y-you’re definitely my favorite.. but i- i like hyunjin, too!” her fingers thrusts up into you harder, a tsk leaving her as she shakes her head. “nottttt the right thing to say to the girl who’s fucking you.. plus what’s wrong with just me? huh? you want her to fuck you instead?” she says in a rather mad voice, her fingers thrusting into you with reckless abandon at this point. “no-! no- only you!!” you whine, fingers digging into her shoulder. “mhm… that’s what i thought. keep talking, baby.” she scoffs, her gaze falling to the side for a second as she still uses you with what seems to be literally all of her arm strength. “u-ummm.. i don’t know.. i really like your music.. you’re really good at making it.. and you’re really pretty..!! a-and you have good selfies and outfits and you’re actually so c-charming it’s crazy.” you’re rambling.. but it’s not your fault you can barely think straight.

hyejus grows a small smile as she looks back up at you. “awww, really?” she coos. of course. she knows that so many people think that of her. but it reallyyy boosts her ego. and it’s definitely shown in the way she adds another finger, slowly easing it in before continuing her pace from before. catching you off guard, you can feel a heat rising in your stomach quickly and your walls fluttering as hyejus talented fingers ruin you. “i- god..! im c-close..” you mumble, and as soon as hyeju sees you reach your peak.. she pulls out.

“w-wha… hyeju…” you whine, clenching around nothing now, but hyeju just laughs and shakes her head. “what? dont go complaining yet. did you think you’d only get my fingers? that’s pathetic.” she says, easily moving you to have her thigh slotted between yours. her hands find their way to your hips, grip so hard it’s probably bruise.. “ride.” she says bluntly, and you can feel her thigh flex under you. “you- i- okay..” you whisper, the second you start to rut your hips against her, you feel like you could snap any second. especially with the way she starts to leave splotchy, purple marks on your neck and collarbone. your lips part in shock at the feeling, a light gasp leaving you. hyeju chuckles, hands guiding you to move faster on her thigh. “doing so well, baby.” she praises, a smirk on her face as she watches you slowly unravel, quick and short whines drawing out more and more.

“hyeju.. feels so good.” you whine, hiding your face in her shoulder. she just hums in approval, her grip tightening on you even more, guiding you to just keep going, we couldn’t have you stopping, right??

“wanna see you cum, can you do that for me??” she asks, one hand coming up to stroke your hair. “mhm~” you whine against her, and at this point, you’re definitely out of it. you can’t really think straight or speak coherently, and that just makes hyeju chuckle, but she isn’t teasing you about it..

you leave small pecks on her shoulder, still rocking your hips against her thigh as hyeju just helps you reach your climax. you’re getting closer, and closer.. until you feel a pressure build in your stomach, a broken whine leaving you. “i- ‘m close…!” you wail out, and hyeju doesn’t deny you it. in fact, she presses her thigh against you even more, gripping your hips so tightly, (they definitely left a bruise in the morning..) guiding you quickly against her thigh, because nothing boosts her ego more than seeing some random girl unravel for her.

“let go, baby.” she whispers, and with that, you’re finishing like you haven’t before, and you swear that for a split second, you didn’t really have much guilt about.. well getting literally ruined by your celebrity crush.

as you fell from your high, heavy breaths against her shoulder and hyeju trying to keep in her laugh at how cute you looked, she left small pecks on your cheeks, caressing them softly. for being a one-time thing.. this was oddly affectionate. she sighs a little, flipping your skirt back down, as she helps you off her lap. she leans back in her chair for a second, eyes falling on the table she threw your panties on. “hey, quick question… do you think i could keep those?”

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hope you liked this ^_^ yes it did lowkey make me rethink my whole life but this was so fun to write!! thank you for the ask !

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tau1tvec · 3 months

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“Oh no, not again.”

Obviously the ring spooked her, and suddenly he’d seen this arrangement for the problem it was. However he couldn’t part with the thing, as much as it reminded him of his failures, it also reminded him of a time in his life where he felt at his happiest.

That happiness, sadly, wasn’t something he’d felt a lot of as of late though, and it’d driven out a sort of desperation in him; he only felt lifted from his shoulders the moment he saw her picture on that app.

Beginning to turn away from the table he’d spent a pretty penny reserving for them, he got from his chair to grasp her hand as gently as possible. This drew a rather expected response from her, however, as she glared at him, and pulled her hand away, and all he could do now was throw both his hands up in surrender, as he pleaded with her. “Look, I get it, I should’ve never deceived you, I— I don’t know what I was thinking, and if you decide you never wanna see me again, I wouldn’t blame you.” Sitting down again, he waved over a waiter, and immediately the server dropped what he was doing, and walked over like he’d been put under some spell. “Doesn’t change the fact that I pulled a lot of strings to get this reservation, the least you can do is enjoy a nice, free dinner.”

Crossing her arms over her chest she rolled her eyes as she looked down at him, begging almost, and even she had to admit it was as rare a sight as it was a pleasant one. Wealthy men of his caliber didn’t typically reach out to her, and he did fill out a suit well. So, as the waiter approached to help with pulling out her chair, she sighed in a bit of defeat, and plopped down into it begrudgingly.

“Fine! Dinner, but that’s it, I’m not looking to be someone’s side piece.”

Grinning, quite relieved to see her give in, he picked up his riesling he was sipping on while he waited on her, and took a quick sip. “Dinner and desert, and all the wine you like. Honestly I’m just glad to be having some company that isn’t my client.” Snapping his fingers at the waiter again, that’s all it seemed to take to convince the young man to fill up her glass to the brim with one of the house offerings. “I hope you like fish, I had a fresh Halibut sent in earlier today for the two of us.”

“Well,” she utter, impressed, but unwilling to let it get to his head more than it obviously already had. “You certainly did well for yourself.”

Raising a brow as he set down his drink, he looked at her a bit curious as to why it was she worded her reply like she did. “Oh? Did— did we know one another?”

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you don’t remember me” Setting down her purse on the table, she pursed her lips. “Guess I can’t blame you, we only dated because we were desperate for dates to prom.” Smiling, and nodding at the waiter, he returned the gesture, then excused himself for the time being. “You broke up with Corin, and I found you in the empty computer room crying… isn’t all too often you find a high school boy in such a compromising position.”

Smiling widely, Aex scooted in his chair a bit more to get a better look at her in the low lighting. Suddenly it was all coming back to him. Sitting behind her in class, the smell of her body spray, her hair always done up intricately, her scribbling on notes her friends handed to her with a glitter pen while the teacher had his back turned. Those were such simpler times. “I’m surprised you didn’t record me, and post it on the internet.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not an asshole unlike my ex at the time, who also broke up with me. I guess I just empathized.”

“I remember now… we had almost all our classes together but we barely spoke to one another. You were always so quiet though, I never knew whether you just didn’t like jocks, or—”

“Oh I didn’t, I honestly thought you were all assholes, and yet I dated one. Starting to think I just like assholes.” Isa grimaced at the thought. “Though I will say Corin and company took the cake, as far as high school bullies go anyway.”

“Then I guess this is a pretty terrible time to tell you I married her.”

Narrowing her eyes at him, Isa tried to give her response some thought to avoid adding any more tension to the air between them, especially when it’d just begun to thin. “Terrible, yes. Surprising? Hardly.”

Returning with a co-worker, their waiter set down their first course for the evening, then his friend set them both on fire with a blowtorch before she could even attempt to recognize what it even was. Which proved he wasn’t lying about how costly this reservation was.

“You married your highschool sweetheart, you going to tell me what it is you’re doing here then?”

Grinning, even blushing a little as he did, he let the fire go out in front of them, a bit of an on the nose depiction of their conversation, then he fixed his tie, stalling essentially in hopes of finding the right words. “She’s been having affairs with other people, my brother being one of them… and even when I confronted her she seemed so matter of fact about it, as if I was the wrong one for just now finding out, and not taking it well.”

“Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss.” Picking up her fork and knife, Isa examined the plate in front of her trying to find the best point of entry. Too busy to notice the joke had gone right over his big head.

“Huh?”

“Nothing,” she replied as she looked up at him, then took a bite of whatever it was the waiter just put down in front of her, only to disappear again like a well dressed cryptid. “Let me guess, she’s given you permission to go and do it too, so she can keep doing it without repercussions?”

The truth hurt, and it showed in his eyes.

“We’ve tried everything.” Picking up his napkin, rolled up neatly into a ring, he slipped it off and set it aside, and then placed the napkin over his slacks. Four years of finishing school having instilled habits in him he did without thought. “Counseling, trips to the alps hoping to reignite something— she slept with her ski instructor you know?”

“Sounds like she reignited something.”

“Supposedly she doesn't do monogamy. Two years of marriage, how am I just finding this all out?”

“I don’t know, everyone else in school knew.” This seemed to insult him, all too obvious in his changing expression, and she wasn’t surprised. Despite all his success, in sports, in school, at his business, when it came to love he clearly lacked all self-awareness, but it wasn’t a terrible thing to lack.

“Look,” setting her fork down, she tried to level with him, if at least to keep him from getting upset over his overpriced appetizer. “You did what a lotta people do. You fell in love with someone, and refused to see the worst in them, ever, you might be an idiot for that, but you aren’t wrong for it.”

“I went through that too at one point,” she add as she let out a sigh.

“Terrible, isn’t it? When you realize you’ll never be enough?”

Isa, returning his stare with her own, wasn’t fond of that question, but knew deep down it was still the right question to ask.

They were both here for a reason after all.

#oc: isa #oc: aex #my writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr

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disruptivevoib · 2 months

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I fell asleep immediately after I asked you about Vis, but if you’re ever still in the mood…

Pleasspleasepleaseplease talk about Ennui I’d love to hear about him- I’m very (not) normal about your guys /pos

-🛩️

Ennui is DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE. He's the Mind as the Heart and though he doesn't know it, its why he has such a deep struggle and disconnection with his emotions. They cause him more pain than he considers it worth.

Ramble under the cut!

But. I guess before that notion, Ennui is someone who is stubborn, a bit petty and initially very argumentative. Something as their loop comes to an end, phases out of him in respect for Viscera's dislike of conflict over communication.

Ennui does try to stab Judge occasionally. Judge is physically far stronger though and thusly makes it a point to usually turn that back on Ennui.

Ennui is very creative though. He has an affinity for organized charts, the piano and acrylic painting. However the emotions that come with being Heart are overwhelming and uncomfortable to him. He thinks of himself as fairly useless for a set of emotions if he cannot control them.

Which comes to his...allegory for self sabotage and ultimately, harm. In a way. In which Ennui tears or cuts off the strings of emotion that come from his source, which is the little jaggedly shaped blue heart he has.

Like any Mind, his reasoning and his motives are... All he is going to listen to. So, if to fix this malfunction of his ability to control himself he has to render his emotions useless, he will do that.

And typically, even after he is finished fighting with Judge, he continues this behavior. Its a high point of tension between them because Judge and Viscera both explain to him in numerous ways that this is not an answer, and that they can help him learn to manage the overwhelming feed.

Ennui never listens. And thus his name meaning dissatisfaction is only ever apt. He is insatiably searching for a fix on his own. Independently. And it is worse for him because Mind, Judge, does not do this. Ofc Judge has his own issues. Mainly anger and social avoidance or communicative avoidance but. He isn't so flawed that he has to do this. Ennui is envious of that, deeply.

Eventually, he tears away at himself so much there is nothing left. Typically a loop can end before it gets to that point but occasionally, and especially should Astray choose to remember, he becomes desperately apathetic and numb. Only then, is he actually scared or capable of accepting his mistakes or faults. Only after he has fundamentally screwed himself over. And hurt his Soul and Mind in the process. Their overall well being.

Which pushes him to keep what little emotion he has left over. His source stutters in its stunted state, always longing to be what it was and more than it can be now. It makes him try more, and though he doesn't believe he'll ever be or do enough to make up for it, Ennui persists on.

Of course.. this. Need to make it up to them comes from his envy of Judge and respect for Viscera. He's failed himself and the parts of himself that tried to help every step of the way.

Neither of them is cruel or unkind. Judge is harsh, and has certainly fed into certain beliefs Ennui has, but he still considers Ennui his closest friends. And furthermore is proud of him for continuing to try and coming out the otherside..not unscathed, but as alright as he could've been.

Vis and Judge both hold their own guilt over the inability to ever prevent Ennui's behavior. Viscera more so in the fact that despite remembering every loop, nothing has ever worked to stop Ennui. But he cherishes his Heart for who he still is. Which is very driven and very charismatic too.

Ennui post everything is far more easy going. He tries to be a bit of an everyman and is.. very good at making friends with pretty lonely or stand-offish folks like himself. More so in the chatroom rp. But, suppose he does run the day to day life for them too. Vis and Judge are a bit too, guess, invested in being in their own head to do that? More invested in the Psyche ig. Mental maintenance.

#voidthoughts #asks #swap au #ennui swap au #judge swap au #viscera swap au #:)#theres an alternative version of them where Vis hops universes for a second and when he comes back they've all swapped back #and.. ennui there is.#entirely void of anything.#sort of..#renamed himself ego though so the loathing is clearly still in there.

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year

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Dad Squad Brain Rot is back, have a character reference

@nancyheart11 @silvercaptain24 @ajscico @skyward-floored help this is becoming more coherent in my brain and it's scaring me lol

The Dads!

The Cinnamon Roll with Hidden Skills (Rusl) - A farmer and blacksmith, Rusl is used to the quiet and simple things in life except for all those times he goes on secret undercover missions and has years of fighting experience under his belt and is like a Hero of Hyrule in his own right. Gentle, definitely the most emotionally intelligent of the bunch, with just enough touch of chaos to be able to put up with the other two and simultaneously throw them both for a loop sometimes.

The Tired and Paranoid One (Abel) - This man needs that 100 year sleep almost as much as his son. Was definitely a Workaholic in his glory days, put duty before everything, kind of hates himself sometimes for it and other times just... doesn't have faith in himself anymore. Or anything. But he's a hell of a fighter, very protective and tries to be honorable... most of the time. He will slit someone's throat if he has to, and he more often than not thinks that he has to. He's a survivalist, not a knight. Not anymore. But he tries to still have a soft heart and help others.

The Otherworldly Bizarro Mildly Terrifying but Soft One (FD) - Nobody knows a lot about him except that he can kill an army with one hand and has no idea how social situations (or people in general) work. Sees everything tactically because that's all he's ever been used for. Softie at heart but do not make yourself a threat. Ever.

The Sons!

Brother Wolf (TP Link) - Absolutely will protect the hell out of the other two. Unfortunately stuck in wolf form for a long while because he doesn't want to transform in front of anyone, so kind of has to deal with that. Very worried about his Dad, last time he saw him he was unconscious!

Coma Boy (BotW Link) - So much personality. Sleep. More sleep? Some more sleep. Maybe he can moan sometimes! Kind of dying, actually. Maybe Fairy Boy and Brother Wolf can help somehow.

Fairy Boy (Hero of Time) - Quiet, sweet, reserved, cold all at once. Nice to Wolf because he's a wolf. Nice to Coma Boy because he's in a coma. Cold as ice to literally everyone else. Will help someone but never get close to them. Knows how to kill way too freaking well for his age. Kind of bitter but doesn't bring it up much. Has no clue that Fierce Dadity is on the hunt, thinks they're on their own.

Honorary Dads!

Mr Upstanding Citizen (FSA Dad) - Everybody loves the manga, apparently lol, but also he seems like a cool character. So he's like... there? Sometimes? I guess?? Abel is in awe of him. He doesn't know how to take it.

Linebeck. Just... Linebeck - I don't know what he's doing here, and he doesn't either tbh, but I just love his character so much even if I know next to nothing about him, the game he's in, or the Hero of the Winds. This is @smilesrobotlover's fault, I don't make the rules. He just comes and goes as my brain pleases.

Honorary Sons!

The Captain (HW Link) - Technically is the one wearing FD's mask, so in Fierce's eyes he's already protected and safe. Except for all the PTSD he's been dealing with up until this point and the now nearly fatal magical fatigue he's building up from being Fierce's host for so long. But he was in trouble, needed help, and kind of sort of vaguely recognizes that Mask is in trouble too and isn't bucking against the possession. What little of his consciousness registers it, at least.

The Pirate (Hero of the Winds) - I don't even know, guys, if Linebeck is here I guess Windy Boy is too. He's somewhere out at sea blowing things up and the Yiga have no freaking clue how he got there or how to get to him. Oh, and he found FSA Link and they're bffs.

The Boys (FSA Link) - I know nothing about this little quartered muffin, he's just vibing with his Pirate Friend, I guess, but if his Dad's an honorary member who comes and goes as people please then I guess FSA Link is too. OR or he actually fought off the Yiga and he's fine at home and is now freaking out because Dad's Missing Oh No

#Dad Squad #someone smack me and tell me to go to bed I need to reset ugh #the honorary members are just there when anyone wants them to be there #at least in my mind #the main six are the actual plot characters lol #for the purposes of my writing; anyone else can do what they want

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mariaenchanted · 1 year

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Unspoken Longings (Part 2)

Pairings: Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Are you willing to sacrifice years of friendship just so you can say those 3 words?

Word Count: 2K

Note: Aha! I made part two! 🌷

Masterlist

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You were preparing breakfast when you saw Aegon get up on the couch while massaging his head. You decide not to go to the shop because you are concerned about his well-being. Returning to what you are doing, you feel his presence as his feet patter on the floor.

Then the sound of the chair scraping against the floor could be heard as you continue cooking your meals.

You turned to face him and saw him sitting on the counter with his elbow resting while propping his chin on his palm.

“Why are you here? You are supposed to be at work.”

“Good morning to you, Aeg? How’s sleep? “As you put the plate full of food in front of him.

“Terrible! What did I even do last night? “He groaned and then immediately started eating.

“You know, the usual. What is with you and the door? Whenever you get drunk about your breakup, you don’t seem to remember how to open the door? “You put your hands on your hips as you lecture about his drunk exploits.

“Why do you think it is even about a breakup?” He still continues to eat.

“I don’t know! It’s not like every time you get drunk and sit next to the door, then after that, when I ask you what happened, you’ll say you and your girlfriend are over. So? Clearly, Aeg? I don’t know.”

He stopped eating and remained quiet. His eyes remained on his plate like his mind was still somewhere else.

“Or? You can just say that I’m right?”

“Yes, you are right,” he said quietly, then resumed eating.

“I know, it’s really early to ask, but as your best friend, I don’t like seeing you like this. So, what really happened, Aeg?”

The scraping of the utensil is the only thing that can be heard as you await his answer.

“I’m not really in the mood to talk about this right now,” he said, his eyes staring elsewhere.

“You know... Letting it all out now can really..” trying to reason with him.

“That’s enough!”

You gasped as you heard him shout these words. We both have been in fights before but never about his relationship. Often times, we both just joked about it.

“I am merely trying to help.”

“I don’t need it, okay? As you can see, I’m old enough to handle it myself. It’s my relationship and my feelings. It does not concern you.” looking directly into your eyes.

As you heard those words, you slowly nodded and blinked your eyes several times to stop the tears from forming.

Did he really love her that much? Seeing him react like this. You guess his heart is undoubtedly broken, just like what you feel right now.

“Of course. I’m sorry for asking. But I want you to know that you are not the only one hurting. It may not be as intense as yours, but I know how it feels because, in the end, I am the one carrying your ass inside whenever you are hunching over the door, too drunk to open it. So I’m sorry.”

You quickly walk to your room and need not hear his response anymore. Both of you should really take a break for a while, but by that, he seemed to come to his senses. He calls your name as you hear him stand up in his chair.

“I didn’t..”

You never get to hear what he would say as you shut the door.

***

You stayed in the room all morning. Until you see that it is about 12 o’clock, you decide you have to leave the room to cook food.

After your “little confrontation,” you don’t know if you need to call it that. Aegon knocked on your door a couple of times, but when you did not answer, he must have realized that you both needed time to think of what had just happened.

You were not angry with him. You are shocked at how he answered you, but you know that bringing up his breakup when he just woke up from a hangover isn’t quite right, and you feel guilty about it.

Yet it is like we have done it a couple times before. He never had a response like that, as he did a couple hours ago. So what’s the difference now? I guess, you just have to wait until he is ready to open up.

You saw him making a mess in the kitchen when you left your room. He hadn’t even noticed you walking in because he was so busy. He hums while trying to cut something.

“Smells good.” smiling at him.

He instantly faced you. Obviously surprised that you were here.

“My gods! You just give me a freaking heart attack.”

“Yeah, right! Needs to be more obvious. What are you cooking?”

“Of course, your favorite.”

By the way, our conversation ran. It is like nothing happened this morning. You think that is for the best.

You wander your eyes you notice the bags full of groceries on the side of the counter.

“You went grocery shopping?”

“Oh, yeah... My best friend got mad at me. So the best way to ask for a sorry is to cook her favorite meal. Would you accept my forgiveness, my lady?” bowing while presenting the ladle.

You chuckled at his gesture and accepted his ladle. Then put it on the kitchen counter.

“You don’t need to do this, okay? I’m also at fault. You just went to a breakup, and I bugged you about it.” he stands up and looks at you when he hears you say it.

“I want to. I want to do this for you. This is for everything that you have done for me and for carrying this magnificent ass of mine.” He points his ass at you and wriggles his eyebrows.

You just smiled as you came closer to him. You hugged Aegon’s side as he put his arm around you, and you felt him kiss the side of my head.

“You are my best friend. I will do everything for you without question.” you looked up.

Then your eyes locked, and you felt it again. Butterflies are swirling around. Why do his eyes need to be this beautiful? How can something so wrong, like loving your best friend, feels so right at this moment? Why do you have to fall for him?

Even if he hurts you over and over again when he meets someone new. You will still accept this as long as he is happy.

You broke the connection and let go when you heard a knock on the door. Looking back at Aegon, you can ask if he expects someone. You saw him looking at you intently as if something was bugging his mind.

“Hey, are you expecting someone?” you wait for his answer.

“Aegon? Are you okay?” you tapped his shoulder when he had not answered.

As if awakened from slumber, he immediately backed away from me.

“Oh... Yeah. Not expecting anyone.” He said, not looking directly at you.

He is really being weird right now. But before you ask again, there’s a knock once more. So you just volunteered to open the door, and when you opened it, you saw Jace carrying a food container.

“Oh... Hi Jace! Come in.” you open the door widely to let him in.

“Aegon’s making lunch. He paid for ruining my night yesterday.” While making your way to the kitchen. Aegon is about to finish preparing.

“Jace, this is him. Not drunk anymore.” Aegon looked surprised as he approached Jace.

“And Aegon, this is Jace. The one who carried your magnificent ass on the couch.”

“I mean, we have our bad times. I know because there was a time I got so drunk. I sleep in a parking lot, looking like a homeless person. I’m glad no one saw me there, and my friend’s house is only meters away. I just ran like my life depended on it. “

“But still, thanks. I’m a little mortified that the first time you met your neighbors is not exactly, you know... normal.”

“Oh, at least we have a funny story to tell.”

“So, you just moved here?” Aegon put both his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, a couple of days ago.”

“Then I guess we’ll be seeing you around more.”

“I guess you will.” He immediately shifted his gaze to you.

Blood rushes to your cheeks at his gaze. He is handsome, and something must be wrong with you if you don’t find him attractive and he proved himself to you just after a few hours of meeting him. Only a few people will help you if they see you struggling. Knowing that it’s not even their problem, so why bother.

You heard Aegon clear his throat, so you looked at him. You gave a questioning look, and you turned to Jace, smiling.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but I just stopped by to give you this. I made so much food that I thought I’d give it to you so you might like it.”

You took the container and saw that there was paper stuck on top of it.

“and that’s my number, in case there’s a problem. You can call me.”

“Oh, you can just also have my number.” You saw a small piece of paper with your number written on it and immediately handed it over. While Aegon continues to observe you.

“Don’t lose it, okay?”

“I won’t, I promise. I won’t take up your time. I should head to work now.”

“I’ll see you out,” you offered, but Aegon immediately interrupted you.

“Or you can get lunch ready? Then I’ll be seeing this Mister out.”

You gave a weird look as you nodded at him.

Aegon immediately led him out as Jace kept looking at you. So you just waved my hands to him. You heard Aegon shut the door as you ready your dinner, then started eating.

“What’s that?” He sat in front of you.

“What do you mean?”

“You and Jace, Exchanging numbers and looks.”

“We’re making acquaintances, Aegon. Of course. Have you seen the guy? He is so cute, then he helps a girl in need, and they say chivalry is dead.”

“Do you like him?”

You suddenly coughed. You were surprised by this question. You don’t expect him to ask things like that.

“What? Do you still have a hangover?”

“Simple question, Do you like him?”

“Aeg! Can you hear yourself? I just met the man a few hours ago, and you are asking me if I like him.”

You are a little suspicious of how he is reacting right now. It’s not like this when you date someone. He always says it won’t last because he can’t see that the man your dating and you are incompatible.

And yes, Aegon is always right.

It doesn’t really take long. One to two dates, and then done because you still can’t lie to yourself that Aegon still owns your heart.

“Okay, I won’t ask. Just curious.” Raising his both hand then he also started eating.

“Just to stop this nonsense. As I’ve seen so far, Jace’s a good man, so it won’t be possible to like him, right? So there’s your answer.” You stared at it him, and he suddenly became quiet.

You got up and put your plate in the sink. You came closer and hugged him from the back.

“Thanks for the lunch, Aeg. I’ll just go and wash up.” You stood up, kissed him on the cheeks, and started returning to your room.

But as you are walking away, you don’t notice the meaningful look that Aegon gives you.

***

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#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x y/n #aegon ii fanfic #best friends to lovers #tom glynn carney #hotd aegon #aegon targaryen angst

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wawamouse · 13 days

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Oz Rewatch 3: S3E06: Cruel and Unusual Punishments

Plots

To keep up his drugging scheme, O’Reily hires Yuri to kill Cudney

Pancamo v Cyril O’Reily; Pancamo wins

Stanislofky warns O’Reily about Kosygin; O’Reily tells him to go to the Sicilians; Stanislofsky tells Pancamo that Kosygin drugged him

Kosygin tries to kill Stanislofsky in the library

O’Reily gets the Latinos thrown in the Hole after El Cid tries to muscle O’Reily out of the tits trade

Sister Pete has a session with Miguel, then talks to Tina Rivera

Nat Ginzburg becomes Nappa’s new cellmate and offers to help him write his memoirs; the Italians set out to have him killed

McManus gets Wangler to join a parenting program at Oz; Adebisi hatches a plan to get someone else in charge of Em City

Staff room drama; Hughes talks about SORT; Howell and Whittlesey have a spat

Mukada pursues the question of who killed Hughes’s father and questions Giles

Having killed Andrew, Beecher doesn’t want anything to do with Keller

Keller continues having sessions with Sister Pete

Beecher expresses an interest in Islam and Said gets dumped by his flock

Sister: He’s gonna die.

Probably my favorite O’Reily moment in the series lol

Sister: I have never seen any of these guys drinking water before and suddenly they can’t get enough of it…

Sister: Not the fucking blood types again! Oh, she probably killed him. Me: The other guy didn’t die, though. Sister: No, he went to Solitary. Me: No, I mean, the other guy who needed a blood transfer didn’t die. She didn’t kill him. Sister: Oh right ahaha. It was just so egregious I was like “He’s dead” in my mind.

Sister: Also not true. You could use anything. Your ear. Your foot. If you’re just a torso… Well, you can use your belly button. Or your boobs or whatever.

Sister: This looks like an album cover. Me: What kind of music do they make? Sister: Ehh like really soulful but also really cheesy R&B. This is like the part of the music video where they’re just talking instead of singing, like “Man, my beautiful lady Shannon just dumped my ass…” and all the other guys go “But she was the hottest one!” And then the guy by the railing is thinking about something else. Like his problem is a lot worse but no one asks him about it. He probably gets hit by a car in the music video and then everyone’s all sad and they wear suits at his funeral in the rain. And Shannon’s there standing on the other side of the casket with like a red rose or whatever that pricks her finger, and she’s like “We can never be together again!” and then all the boys leave, too, and O’Reily’s just standing here all wet and sad like “Why was I such a terrible person!” But he’s singing, of course.

Sister: Why’s he crying? Me: ‘Cause he feels bad about it. He saw a picture and he feels bad. Sister: …Oh. 🤔 I must be a coldhearted bitch.

Nothing really, this line is just so funny to me. I want to read Nappa's fake memoir...

Sister: Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Sister: Oooh, they’re talking on the spiritual channel. It’s like me and Ma. When I woke up this this afternoon, she also woke up from a nap. We agreed in the sleep world to wake up at the same time so I could call her.

Sister: Oh no…so embarrassing…OH NO… It’s like Camp Rock 2… OH NO, they made that old man do it, too!! 😭 And you know they had to plan this out… (whispering from behind hand) “Hey guys, for this mutiny we’re planning, you know what would be cool? Let’s all prance out… We’re going to prance out, okay? It’ll be really cool.”

Sister: Well at least he can go be with that white lady now, I guess. Me: Yeah, but he’s, like, alone now. Sister: They were toxic friends… Me: Leading them was like his whole identity. Sister: He can make a new one! I don’t know. Do you need a group to be a leader?

Stray thoughts:

It’s really funny that Stanislofsky accidentally told Pancamo the truth (that he’d been drugged) while lying

Tom Fontana, you’re a stupid punk for not adding subtitles for the non English dialogue

Sister correctly guessed that Giles would say Glynn was the killer

Hamid Khan’s sentence is such bullshit but also I see it but like it’s so BS

After the episode ended, Sister made us watch the Muslims hop marching away again; “If they remade this now, they’d have them dab on the way out….”

Final Thoughts

Sister: Do they ever find out that the water is drugged? So tedious. Can we just jump to the part where they uncover that the waters were being drugged? Me: I’m gonna tell you because you keep asking, but no. The drugging never gets exposed to everyone. Sister: What are they going to do, stop the program once somebody dies?

[...]

Me: What would like to see more of? Sister: I need that lady who’s over in that other place (Shirley) to hurry up and get her stuff over with. If there’s going to be tension, I guess I need Mr. Walrus (Beecher) and Mr. Police Man (Keller) to have more tension stuff. Me: Said is allied with Beecher now. Any thoughts? Sister: I don’t know. It’s like whatever. It’s like when you go to the house of an eclectic artist and there’s a zebra print pillow and a leopard print pillow. And I’m like... Oh, okay.... I guess so. Also, Beecher’s like the nomadic dude, so I assume if anyone gets thrown out of their group, they just get stuck with him. Me: You don’t think Said and Beecher make an interesting couple? Sister: The won’t even let him be with that white lady, how they gonna be a couple— Me: 💀 A couple of dudes! Sister: Yah, they already gave him so much grief about the white lady. A white man would probably explode their brains. They’d all have heart attacks and die. Me: Yeah, yeah, I meant, like, as a pair. A duo. Sister: It’s whatever. I’m just waiting for Mr. Said’s thing to hurry up. They keep just giving him after school specials. Like, what has he accomplished? More and more, you realise he should have gotten out of prison while he had the chance. He could’ve gotten a lot more done if he was on the outside.

#oz hbo #oz rewatch #text

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