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dovand · 4 months

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i am as always thinking about 14 and the nobles... specifically 14 & shaun. CRIMINAL lack of 14 & shaun content . excuse me that is my emotional support deranged lovers-in-law prongs of a queerplatonic throuple V. that is my little scrinkly wet cat and his chill saint bernard friend. that is my symbiotic relationship weirdos who sleep back-to-back to 14 can a) leech his body heat b) cuddle donna c) not fall off the bed. that is my favourite “both wake up early but one of them is being clung to like they are a teddy bear and it is Not Shaun, who is making ‘too bad’ faces at 14 and tiptoeing away” dynamic.

(14 either ends up dozing again after he wakes up early or just lays there curled up thinking—but, either way, when shaun shows up with breakfast in bed every sunday, he is treated to the beautiful sight of the two huge autism creature eyes peering up at him from behind the most bedraggled mop of hair ever seen. whether there are any thoughts behind those eyes depends on whether their owner has been napping or Pondering)

(yes this is all made up in my head!!! yes i am dismayed by there only being FOUR FICS (4!!) using it as a tag and none of them (afaict) doing it in a qpr way. where is my deranged weirdplatonic polycule!!!)

further insanity under the cut pleasseee please please read. please i need to be insane about this with people

(also btw this post is about queerplatonic doctordonna, doctordonna shippers i love you and you are welcome to contribute but it is a Little squicky for me so if tag ur additions (so i have a heads-up) that would be so lovely and i would adore you forever <3)

shaun likes listening to people ramble and 14 likes rambling so it is a regular occurrence to find the two of them like. standing in the kitchen holding cups of tea except one of them is actually drinking the tea and one of them is talking too rapidly about equivalent exchange to remember to blink, let alone have a sip of earl gray that has veered violently past lukewarm and is headed straight for room temperature

if 14 is in a not-wordy mood tho… thru shaun’s expert tutelage he has mastered the art of the Dad Nod. he passes shaun in the hall and gives him a little nod. shaun gives him one back. 0 words are spoken but they understand each other on a deeper level than if there had been.

they go on a Family Outing to a thrift store. rose and donna disappear to the dressier sections. shaun creeps along the racks of trousers, solemnly comparing seemingly identical pairs of jeans. 14 follows him and stares for a while, then silently hands him a loudly patterned pair of shorts. shaun takes them without question and adds them to his basket & sylvia loses her mind just a little bit when she sees him wearing them

(^ this inspired by going thrifting w my friend and looking @ everything and then finding her dad looking thru the racks of shorts comparing two beige ones, and my friend handing him a pair of pink shorts with penguins on and him buying them. because he has some . i think plaid shorts? at home and when he wore them his wife said he looked gay. so he’s trying to do it More) (it's an incredible family dynamic there. i have no idea what is going on)

god jesus. 14 learns how to cook so he can be the housething (as opposed to housewife or househusband. he is just a weirdgenderthing. little creature). someone buys him a nice apron and he wears it with so much delight. chases everyone else out of the kitchen so he can concoct something lovely. runs out into the garden to stick something into an oven in the tardis kitchen because “i am not working with enough ovens, here, people!”. organises the pantry and gets this crazed look if anyone tries to stop him. “how will i know where things a—” “it will be LABELLED.” brandishes a label maker that DEFINITELY is not from modern-day earth given that it seems to take dictation as input and can print in colour and has not needed a refill of paper even though he has extensively labelled EVERY PLASTIC BOX of stuff in the pantry

sometimes he gets into Moods where he needs to solve a problem before it makes his head explode and that used to be a like. tinkering in the tardis thing. where he’d have himself and whatever poor companion he was with just floating in the time vortex for a week while he tries to make this bit of the tardis do what he wants it to. now it’s a day or two spent almost entirely in the kitchen trying to find the scientifically optimal method by which to make meringues. he starts gesturing dramatically with a spatula forgetting it is not a sonic screwdriver. makes a sonic spatula. realises he doesn’t often need to like. scan a pancake for malware. sadly puts the sonic spatula away

he is absolutely a nightmare to watch movies with btw bc a) can’t sit still b) so tall. either he is bouncing his leg and shaking the whole couch or he is stretched out across the entire sofa. no in between. donna buys a thick rug so he can just lay on the floor. the rug is TOO comfortable and he starts just spending time laying on the floor which would be fine if he thought to turn the lights on because people keep almost stepping on him while he’s having 4am Floor Time (on the nights he's not drooling all over donna's pillow)

if anyone else has thoughts about Them PLEASe share i will love you so much and forever. doctor~donna/shaun weirdcule is the only thing in my head

#me.txt #doctor who #14th doctor #doctordonna #donna noble #this is ALMOST fic but not quite. i feel like i should tag it something specific #doctor who headcanon #that works i think

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jamiesfootball · 8 months

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please do tell me more about the brilliant “isaac mcadoo gets a one-eyed bunny” pearl you dropped on me last week i am so. I AM SO !!!!!! ABOUT IT.

Loosely based off of this and this and this and a few other posts about giving the Richmond lads pets

“What’s her name?” “A Good Samaritan brought her in, so we’re not sure. People don’t really microchip rabbits. We’ve just been calling her Bun-Bun.” “Then that’s her name,” said Isaac.

First Jamie with his monster cat, a true beast dressed up all fancy in an embroidered cravat, the two of them clogging up Isaac’s Twitter feed. (Isaac heard him out when he said he was trying to be better, but Isaac believed him when he saw him with the cat. The best-est cat in the world, he’d tell anyone, with a cheek-splitting grin on his face that rendered him almost unrecognizable from the man Isaac knew a year ago.) Then Dani with Jude of the forlorn eyes. A sweet dog, a real good boy, the both of them. (Isaac did not tear up when Dani showed him how to avoid petting the gnarled scar across his neck, from where a crueler owner left carelessness like a brand.) Then Dani had mentioned the other animals at the shelter, and well. It was a field trip now, wasn’t it? “This is Remy,” Moe explained as he cradled a small rat in his hand. “He used to be an explosives expert. Found land mines.” Jan scoffed. “That is not what the card on the cage said." “Doesn't matter what the card said, man. Just look at his eyes.”

Isaac ignored them, orbiting closer to Sam. The young man looked even younger than usual, his eyes wide with wonder as he peered through the glass. “You thinking about it?” Isaac asked. “I know nothing about snakes,” Sam whispered. Two orange shoelaces entwined together on a sandy rock. “I should let someone else find them. Someone who will know how to care for him.” Sam didn't sound like he believed a word he said. Isaac clapped him on the shoulder in sympathy.

Isaac wasn't looking for a critter to take home. Nah, he had enough on his plate. He was being smart about it. All the others, they could take on the weight and the care and the responsibility for a living breathing thing. Isaac had enough of those in his life: twenty-four of them in the locker room alone. At least if the whole team got pets, then he'd always have a good excuse to check in on them. Could say he was just in the mood to pet some dogs, or look at some fish, or perish under the weight of Jamie's massive behemoth of a cat. He could not imagine ever looking Moe in the eye and saying the words 'please let me hold your pet rat,' but he'd say them if it meant being a good captain.

The problem, he knew, with Moe and the rat was that once you named the thing you wanted, it made it impossible to want it any less.

Isaac hadn't know he wanted to be captain before Roy handed him that armband, and now it was all he wanted.

But he hadn't thought it would take so much work. Roy made that shit look easy. Even before Roy woke up from whatever coma he'd been in and started putting in the effort, the lads always followed in his wake. It wasn't like that with Isaac. He could command a room, sure, but did they listen? He could speak to them, but he couldn't move them. He couldn't remake their world the way Lasso rallied the team with his speeches.

He wanted to be the tides that could buoy hearts back to shore. It wasn't enough to have them listen if they didn't take his words to heart.

The team was a commitment that left no room for fuzzy little critters.

In a cage on the ground was a tiny bunny.

Isaac froze.

The bunny froze.

The enclosure was makeshift, nothing more than a cage on the ground with cardboard peaking out the sides. Hay tickled around the sides, and a tipped-over packing supply box made for a hidey-hole. Isaac towered in the bunny's sky. Far away on the ground the bunny huddled into a shivering ball no bigger than Isaac's shoe, a small black hole on the distant horizon.

One of the shelter's volunteers caught him staring and shimmered into existence at his side. "If you're interested in rabbits, that's our only one right now. Would you like to hold her?"

"Would I?" Isaac repeated.

The volunteer took that as a 'yes.'

The fur under his hands was immaculately shiny, a sort of brownish-black that parted under his hands like waves in a sea. She shivered. Isaac cradled her in his palms, following the volunteer's instructions to support her legs and back. Pressed next to his bicep, she looked like an afterthought.

Growing up Isaac had known with childish certainty that it was the feet of rabbits that went thump-thump-thump. As he held the small creature against his chest he felt the reality of its tiny heart singing thump-thump-thump.

"What happened to the ear?" he asked.

"It's a bit gruesome," the volunteer warned delicately. "But it sometimes happens after the mother gives birth--she gets a little carried away in the cleaning up. It worries some people off adopting, but the bunny is fine! Completely healthy, this one. so long as you don't mind a little imperfection."

The volunteer made it sound so easy. When Roy had handed over the armband, that had sounded easy too. That was how they got you. They dangled a carrot in front of you, and sometimes the carrot looked like respect or captain, and sometimes the carrot looked like a tribble and shivered in your hands, daring you to hold too tight.

Isaac did not need a pet. He had responsibilities, a weight upon his shoulders he'd never planned for.

Held aloft in the sky, the rabbit weighed hardly more than a feather.

"What's her name?"

#the greater Richmond pet acquisition #isaac mcadoo #ted lasso #ask box is always open #i'm not entirely happy with how this came out but frankly i needed to write something to counteract the recent bout of pirate brainrot #(the clown one not the gay one)#(the gay one is coming later tho)

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greekbros · 1 year

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"greek-Bros": The Cat's Honeymoon

*once upon a time, a cat loved her owner so much she desired to be with him. The cat had traveled to a temple of Aphrodite and prayed to her, Aphrodite was so moved by this cat's love she metamorphosed her into a human woman....this is what happened afterwards*

Zeus: *holding a court against Aphrodite* ... Court is now in section. The court of Olympus vs Aphrodite on the charges of *reads a little slip of paper* ....ah yes....of complying to a breaking of natural law, unconsenting marriage between a human man and a female cat in the guises of a women....and ugh...ah yes. Sabotaging the prayer in an act of malicious hubris not conveyed by the victim.

Aphrodite: She DID consent, and the guy didn't seem to have a problem with either. Besides I changed her back. ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌

Hades: *acting as judge* yes but you assisted in the act with a creature whom we have elaborated with several *looks at Dionysus and Artemis as the local cat experts* ....well...two... experts.....that cats are NOT animals we should be taking seriously in terms of granting prayers.

Artemis: yah, you literally can't trust cats.

Dionysus: However big cats are a lot more reasona-*Artemis covers his mouth*

Artemis: sssashhhhhhh no. No cats can't be trusted, big or small.

Ares: *doing his very bestest best to be Aphrodite's lawyer* Ah if I may make a supporting argument for my client.

Hades: *actually impressed with Ares's eloquence for once* you may state your plea.

Ares: This court is bullshit and Aph literally did nothing wrong.

Hades: *no longer impressed* aaaaaand you were doing so well.

Hermes, Poseidon and Dionysus: *cheering like a trio of simps*

Zeus: ARES WHAT HAVE I TOLD ABOUT INSULTING THE COURT OF LAW?!?

Ares: Official statement, suck my balls dad, also you did it to.

Zeus: YOU KNOW DAMN WELL ITS DIFFERENT WHEN A GOD DOES IT NOT A NATURAL BORN ANIMAL!

Pan: *somehow has decided to go up to the witness stand even though he literally was not allowed in court* I've actually had a relationship with that cat and yah she kinda has a thing for humans, it's kinda kinky but it's also kinda like... weird...even for me.

Hermes: *stands up and deadpan* Pan you're fucking grounded.

Pan: you're not my mom, you can't ground me.

Aphrodite: wow like wut I thought this court case was about me. (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

Ares: don't worry sweet cakes, it's all part of my plan.

Aphrodite: wait wut plan? (⁠─⁠.⁠─⁠|⁠|⁠）

Ares: if case you're guilty, we're gonna bust you out of jail.

Hephaestus: *outside with a weaponized bulldozer*......in hindsight, this would be a little more appropriate if she's actually was officially going to prison....*shrugs*

Aphrodite: awww.... wait wut? (⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠);

Hades: *just about had enough of this* order in the court *uses his gavel* and you all wonder why I refuse to come up stairs.

Aphrodite: soooo am I free to go or wut? ヘ⁠(⁠￣⁠ω⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠)

Hades: no. At least not until you admit it was a mistake on your end.

Aphrodite: ew wut no I never make mistakes. ƪ⁠(⁠‾⁠.⁠‾⁠“⁠)⁠┐

Ares: yeah wtf uncle?

Hades: .....she did wait until the honeymoon to change the cat back.

Literally everyone in god court: *gives that disappointment side eye look*

Ares: ......oooooooh. *leans to Aphrodite* yeh comeoneAphthatkindawasdickmove.

Aphrodite: ....mmmmmmmno. ヘ⁠(⁠￣⁠ω⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠)

Ares: mmmmmmyehitkindaisidontidwaituntiltheliteralnighttheyabouttofucktochangeherbackthatskindadickmove.

Aphrodite: jagaywjnwhah*+#+18!jshwjans.

*literally these two are now just communicating via inaudible whispering*

Zeus: ......you would think Hephaestus would be here to support Aphrodite.

Hades: hmm yes. Where is h-

*fucking loud as hell crashing into the fucking wall*

Hephaestus: ARES WOULD HURRY UP AND FAIL IN YOUR LEGAL DUTIES FOR THE LOVE OF CHAOS.

Ares: IM FUCKING WORKING ON IT YOU FORGE-APE!

Hephaestus: IF YOU ARE GOING TO STEAL MY WIFE THAN BE A MORE COMPETENT THEIFT YOU WAR MONGERING BOAR!

Aphrodite: awwww the both of you love me so much (⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠)

Zeus: ....Did ....did Hephaestus just...crash into the wall with a bulldozer?

Hades: it's like my blood pressure is skyrocketing. If I die of a heart attack I'm going to write you off my will.

Zeus: *tenderly and with loving surprise* I'm in your will?.....*suddenly realizes* wait a minute you have a will? You are an immortal god what makes you believe you will die?!?!

Hades: If I leave the underworld again to THIS I will have to reconsider my constitution.

#greek mythology #hellenistic #greek gods #greek posts #greek bros #greek myth memes #ares #dionysus #Artemis #aphrodite #ares greek god #Zeus #hades #Hermes #hephaestus

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ryennemorales · 2 years

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Hello everyone! my name is Ryenne Mielle O. Morales but you can call me yen or ry.

I recently just turned 16 on october 20. i live in Baua, Gonzaga, Cagayan. i am the only child and the first grandchild of my family so growing up was a bit tough for me. i am a grade 11 student under the strand STEM(Science, Technology, Engineering, and mathematics) at St. Paul University of the Philippines.

I completed my junior high school in St. Anthony’s Academy of Gonzaga and graduated with honors. My mom and dad are both business owners which is why they are busy every single day. and so are my grandparents, my tatay helps my parents run the business while my nanay is a politician.

I was raised in a religious family and three years ago i became an altar server. me and my family go to church every sunday and attend every special events in our church.

i have three pets here at home the first one is a husky and her name is Reign the other two are shih tzu’s and they’re dash and beau. we also have a cat which i named avi.

What are the things that i love to do? well i play the guitar and piano but i’m not an expert when playing them but i would kee trying to improve. i also like playing volleyball and badminton, when i was in elementary a lot of teachers tried to tell me to join the volleyball team in our school because i was tall , but i refused because i was scared that i might get an injury or get hurt and up until now i regret refusing it because now i like playing volleyball and that could’ve been my chance to play and improve my volleyball skills. i like taking pictures specially when i look really good to boost my self confidence. i definitely lovee traveling in different places and countries or just going on motorcycle rides.i like reading books and in wattpad too ohh and i loveee watching k-dramas and c-dramas. i am a big marvel and harry potter fan and i am also a kpop fan, if y’all are wondering i stan a lot of groups like enhypen, blackpink, twice, nct etc. i know i have a lot of things that i love but my favorite hobby would be shopping HAHAHAHAH it helps me relax in a way it might sound weird but it is what it is. and lastly i collect kpop albums and photocard specially sunghoon HAHAHA.

if there are things that i like of course there are also things that i hate and to start well i hate insects especially cockroaches, they look scary and they’re ery harmful ohh and also i hateee frogs, i’d probably die if someone throws a frog at me. i also hate it when people asks me the same question over and over again i hate repeating myself its very annoying. i hate eating vegetables idk they just taste weird huhu.

did you know i used to be in a group in my previous school where i improved my dancing skills and singing skills and joined multiple dancing and singing competitions. people often describe me sweet and understanding but of course everyone has their bad sides and that’s totally fine because we’re not born to be perfect.

just like other people i also experienced getting sick and well not just the typical type of sickness you experience my nanay and daddy has asthma which is why i have asthma too, my doctor also said that i have a weak lungs and i had pneumonia before, i had dengue two times and i had to stay in the hospital or more or less than two months, and when i was in fifth grade i went to school then i suddenly got a high fever so my parents had to take me home, i thought it was just a normal fever so i immediately slept but when i woke up i was in a unfamiliar place i tried asking my mom where am i but i was dehydrated that there was no voice coming out from me ai immediately looked at my hand and realized i was in a hospital, when i could finally speak i asked my mama why am i in the hospital and she told me i had a seizure so they rushed me in the hospital so you see growing up for me has been really hard especially when you’re very “masakitin” there were a lot of things i should avoid doing like don’t play to much, avoid running, you shouldn’t get tired, avoid eating peanuts, don’t use your phone too much etc. but i would say i am a very brave girl because at a young age i surpassed all those battles with God and my family beside me which is why i wanted to serve God because he gave me a chance to live again and i couldn’t be more thankful.

Where do i see myself 10years from now? was my learning in SPUP vital to where i’m leading to?

where do i see myself in 10years? thinking about this question gave me a chance to analyze my goals and ambitions in life and 10years from now i see myself being an intern in a hospital trying to learn more and be a professional doctor one day, i’d be working and save for my future and build my family a house and buy them everything they want and studying at SPUP would really help me get there because of the learning method and the teaching skills of the teachers.

Was STEM the best choice after all?

Yes STEM is the best choice because i know this strand would help me lead to success. STEM might be hard but i will surely strive hard and overcome all the breakdowns that i know i will have. i choose STEM because i know it will help me prepare for the college course that i will be taking which is nursing. a lot of people ask me why STEM when there are easier strands to take? well first of all i really like science and english so i wanted to explore and learn more. second i wanted to understand and widen my knowledge in mathematics. third i wanted to gain self confidence, i know most people would probably ask “you want to gain self confidence yet you choose stem? you should’ve picked HUMSS” well there’s no science in humss so yeah HAHAHA.

What course will you take in college and why?

As you can see from the picture above i will be taking a med course, what med course exactly? well to answer that i would be taking Bachelor of Science in Nursing or BSN in short. why nursing? well i got inspired from my mommy(my dads sister)who is a licensed nurse in canada and she is now living her best life with her family and so i wanted to be like that someday. i wanted to take up nursing because i want to save lives, i want to help people, i want to see them recover and continue their lives it just feels really good knowing that you were one of the reason that person was still alive. my biggest dream is to be a Doctor one day, the thought of having a dr. in your namee…it really motivates me to study hard. it might be hard but i know i’ll get there someday. if i can describe myself in three words that would be ambitious, caring, and competitive. when i was a kid i never really thought of getting a med course because i was afraid of blood and injections. the hospital traumatizes me because every time i go there they admit me and injects me needles and i would cry for almost an hour but as i grew up i saw the beauty in the medical field, i wanted to be one of those people wearing that white coat someday. i wanted to be part of an operation, i wanted to give consultations to patients and lastly i want my parents to say that “my daughter is a Doctor” it sounds really nice HAHAHAHAH i hope someday i’ll inspire other kids too and be their role model. that is all thank you! have a great day ahead, let’s all achieve our goals!!

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mirpik · 2 years

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what if a man experienced symptoms

ill begin with some of what i talked about most recently. of course, some things are missing.

the more minor one out of what i talked about recently can go first. basically, in 7th(?) grade, i felt like the walls were sort of. closing in on me? it happened a few times.

in grade 8, i felt like my vision was zooming into my bedroom walls, so far in i could see something i could not see normally. it was square camera lenses covering the walls, and i saw the reflections of the people watching me. i somehow knew they were pedophiles.

ever since at least grade 9, i feel like i can't think. the intensity fluctuates. the reason i feel so is because i get the feeling that whatever i think will be posted on my tumblr and the discord servers im most active on

around at least grade 10, i didnt like people touching me or my plush i brought with me, as i felt they would somehow sneak a hidden camera on that would also allow them to read my thoughts. at least a year before this, i felt anxious about new clothes, as i felt they had a mind reading technology embedded in the collar of the shirt.

also, when i first got the cats, i was anxious as i thought their old owners put cameras in their eyes and was watching me.

i slowly got over the being watched thing, since i said to myself, "surely such small devices cant exist", until i watched a youtube video. that discussed cameras so small they needed an expert and/or special devices to find. that was the end of getting over it.

i get worried about displeasing the people i have. so, for them, im basically in a state where i accept almost anything that impacts me. i dont confront them about things and can keep myself hidden because thats the surest way to keep their thoughts where i want them to be. its also the main reason why the "thought be broadcasted" thing is so upsetting to me (when you ignore the fact its a violation of basic privacy). im worried theyll see a thought, go "oh, cringe", and leave me. i rarely confront people, and if i do, ignore it and stay away from everything else for so long because id rather be in a state where i dont know their thoughts and cant have any freedom or peace of mind due to it instead of have freedom but be faced with the knowledge they might of become upset with me. i am not a man who was meant to live to 17.

people also not understanding what i have to say seems to activate a similar part of my brain. because being asked for clarification means they hate me or are mocking me. i guess.

also. i am/was a little bit strange? but i dont know how strange in regards to the average person in the age group i was in. was i strange or just a normal middle schooler? in grade 7 or 8, i came across a dead squirrel. or something. on the playground. i wanted a picture but wasnt allowed. i got my friends, formed a circle around it, spun, jokingly called it a big mac and talked about eating it. in. in um. grade 9? 10? in winter, i came across another dead animal. i went to someone i didnt really like, and said they should run from quebec to where i am, and we will eat the animal together romantically. this year, i told my mom a toy mouse was a real one because it would be scary to her and the funnyness was a lot. i dont like dumbing things down and can get ??? at people being upset about that. i told my mom "yeah, milo probably ate the mouse" a year or two ago when she recalled a mouse that was brought in but disappeared, and didnt understand why she didnt like me talking about it. like come on.

my classification of emotions can be strange. i think most people classify based on intensity? my classification generally consists on what i want done about it. (anxious = i can handle this on my own, maybe some support will be nice. scared = i cant do this. please help me or do it for me. do not leave me.) it is why love doesnt really exist as an emotion to me, i think. theres already like, devotion, etc.

id talk about my ex-fp but it might be due for another post. two or so years after she avandoned me, i decided to restrict my eating because maybe thats why she didnt like me, since i remembered she always left a little after i announced i was making food or had some to eat. but i didnt succeed because i lack self control. i guess its a little traumatic. theres also more non-ex-fp related things i think. i want to steal just because im almost always bored and such and i want to attack but i dont want to go to jail. when my brother stole from us i fantasized about bringing him to some abandoned thing, cutting him up, and disolving him in bleach. im not sure if i like any of my hobbies.

youve made it this far wow. my kitty cat milo he turns 4 in summer

#squeak #dont reblog

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viky2318 · 7 months

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Shooting a mad gato filled with anger at full speed in your direction.

YOU CANNOT AVOID IT-

The cat furiously threw the keyboard on the ground and sat down, irked. She couldn’t teleport away, she couldn’t find a way to make that thing work and she couldn’t find a single soul in that damned place. She walked around for a while at first, but it was only an infinite dusty flower field. Yes, dusty. Monster dust, to be precise. What that place was wasn’t a thing Maddy cared for at the moment, though. She took a glance at the keyboard, laying next to her perfectly intact. She worked on that thing for hours, but to no avail. At the beginning she tried to use it, to see if something happened if she pressed this or that button, trying also different combinations. All she could do was stuff she already knew how to do, which was opening the universe and timeline description (which was censored and marked as “owner’s only data”) and reading the data of things in it (the flowers were perfectly normal golden flowers from that same timeline, and the dust was from “unidentified creatures”). She then tried to see if she could take it apart, but it seemed to be made of a single piece of… something. A material with a high magic concentration. Maybe it was pure magic. She tried to break it in half (it wasn’t too hard), but it melted and then took shape again, perfectly intact. Whoever made that thing must have been an expert magician… Maddy let herself fall down on the ground, huffing. She couldn’t stay there doing nothing. Her friends weren’t safe. She didn’t know why they were, but the simple fact that they weren’t on sight made her worry for them. Of course they weren’t in sight. She was trapped in a goddamn mass grave. Maybe all that dust was from other beings Sam trapped here. That human… She had to get away from there and kill them somehow. But what could she do? What didn’t she try? What was she missing? She looked again at the keyboard. That thing was useless in the end. Sam seemed to make clear that it just helped them but it wasn’t the source of their powers. She got up again, taking the keyboard in hand and giving it an irked stare. ”What a useless piece of trash”, she commented quietly.

“Oh c’mon now, don’t be so rude! I worked real hard on that artifact”. Maddy simply had to raise her gaze to see a tall smiling man looking at her with a brow raised, accompanied by a Flowey. The same Flowey that was with Muffet. The man looked familiar, yet she couldn’t quite figure out where she-… oh wait. The mission to Underswap. She saw him for a second back there, but she thought she imagined it. A lot of doubts and questions popped in her small mind, most of them openly declaring war to those two beings. The cat lowered her gaze to the flower, untrustful. “Where did you leave Muffet? She was with you last time I saw your ugly face”. The flower furrowed in annoyance, commenting: “moderate your terms, you stupid furry. We’re gonna get her too later”. Maddy was about to say something else, but the smiling man spoke first. “Please you two, don’t act childishly. We don’t have time for such silly discussions. Maddy, we would be glad if you followed us. We want to make sure you and your coworkers are out of risk, give you back your souls and bring you to a safe place”. Ok, that was definitely suspicious. Even Flowey raised a brow at the man as he spoke, probably finding his choice of words not the best one. “... Alright. So you pop out of nowhere right in the moment I need it without even telling me who the hell you are, propose an easy solution to one of my biggest problems and then tell me you’ll also “give me back” something I am supposed to have already. I think I need you to explain a few things to me because this smells like one of a big rip-off”. The man remained silent for a moment, probably because he was hoping it would have been easy to convince her, then sighed quietly. “Of course. My name is Seam (it’s pronounced Shawn). You can say I was Sam’s tutor. I tried to help Muffet and Grillby not do the wrong thing and take some distances from them, but sadly me and my softer counterpart weren’t able to completely avoid this moment. I’m sorry if I avoided contacting you until now, but Sam used to keep an eye open for you, seeing how potentially unstable you are. Most of the control the human has on you is because they have your soul, and now we want to take away some of their power on you and your coworkers. We’ll make sure you all are out of danger and we’ll make Sam harmless, either by taking away their powers or killing them”.

The cat thought about it for a moment, evaluating the options. “Yeah, sounds like a good explanation. Even too good. What’s the deal here? And still you didn’t explain to me how that idiot got my soul. If they really did it, I mean”. Flowey groaned, then exclaimed: “there, we’re losing time now! Can you stop doing the long and formal talk? Lemme handle this, ok?”. The flower raised a leaf towards Maddy, and checked her. Her stats came out visible, her clear annoyance, her LV… but no soul. This finally piqued the cat’s attention, making her frown a little. The flower nodded at her expression. “Exactly. Now that you have an actual proof, will you stop being an idiot and follow us? Our plan has little to no chances to fail, but they’ll surely get higher if we lose too much time. By now your lovely spider friend could be 6 feet under the ground keeping company to the fire guy”. Maddy’s eyes seemed to widen at his statement. It wasn’t the Muffet part. She knew already that Muffet was at risk. The “Fire guy” part concerned her. “... Waaaait. I think I heard wrong. You’re not telling me Grillby’s dead, right? He’s fine. He was perfectly fine last time I saw him. You can’t tell me I left him alone for a moment and he just died”. Her face had a smile that was slowly falling apart and an expression of almost irony, and there was a clear concerned tone in her voice, mixed together with a good dose of repressed anger and a little touch of fear. “Yeah, yeah, he’s dead. Very sad, tears and cries, etcetera etcetera. You can’t do anything about it, so let’s move on and be serious, alright?” Flowey stated. This time the tall man was the one to give a stare at the flower, clearly disappointed in his insensitivity.

Nope. No. No no no. This was clearly fake. They were trying to get her to believe in them and make her do what they want. Those liars. Everyone was a liar in that hellhole of a multiverse. Always. They can’t tell her such a thing. That stupid flower. Never trust a flower. Not even Underswap ones. Grillby’s fine. He MUST be fine. That idiot can’t leave her alone like that. That depressed dumbass. He wouldn’t DARE die alone. He…

Not a single tear. Not a cry, or a shout, or a desperate look. Just a silent stare in the nothing, with a deep frown and a quiet smile that made her seem about to start laughing. Of course. That dumb depressed idiot couldn’t live without someone to support him. She should have tried harder. And who was the murderer? … Was that even a question? Of course. There was no one else who would do something so irritating. “... I’ll come with you. But you won’t leave me anywhere. We’ll get Muffet, and then we’ll kill that human once and forever”, she stated, forcing her face to look calmer. The tall man nodded, a bit confused by how Flowey’s method seemingly was more effective than his. The flower seemed impressed by her sudden change of mind, and almost proud of his good job. “There! Way better. Maybe you’re not as stupid as I thought”, he commented. “Yeah sure, whatever. Dare calling me anything different than Maddy again and I'll rip your petals one by one, flower. Anyway, what do I do with this, man? You said you made it, so I guess you want it back”, Maddy commented, giving the keyboard to the smiling man. He looked at it for a moment, debating a few things, then took that and the cat’s right hands in his. The keyboard seemed to vibrate for a moment, then got all melty and quickly wrapped around her glove, leaving only a thin metal sheet with some really rough buttons. The keys disappeared, and her glove seemed to get almost absorbed by the magic material, fusing with it perfectly. “There. This should make your code-visualizing ability more simple and amplify your magic, other than partially isolating you from Sam’s code-editing. I want to make sure you can actually face them without falling directly in their hands”, the man explained. The cat wasn’t expecting such a thing, but didn’t mind. “Aaaalright. Cut the chat now, man. We should really get going, you know?” Flowey commented. The man nodded in response, then held the two other beings and teleported to a dark, infinite nothing.

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New Highlight is UP. This story is... not for the faint of heart...

Lemme know if the subtitles get screwed up beyond repair. I'm new at this...

Here they are under the break, just in case

I suppose now’s as good a time as any to tell you about the traumatizing thing that happened to me on, um, alright um Firday the 24th. Of March. So um, so basically what happened is, apparently somebody’s pet bird had flown into our yard. Like, we could tell because it’s just like, a blue parakeet. And um, you know, we go out there… me and mom are literally about to go out to dinner, but my uncle calls us and says that he sees a bird outside. So we ALL go outside and we try to grab it. This goes on for like, ten minutes because, it IS friendly, but is does not trust any of us. SO, you know, we’re trying our best to try and get it, you know. And eventually it flies up into a tree that’s too high for us to have any hope of reaching it. So, you know, we… we, we get the bird bath, we put some seeds down on it, and I tell my mom to back away from it, in order for him to be sorta ‘tricked’ into coming down. I dunno if the bird is a he or a she, I can’t fooking tell from looking at them. But at any rate, it doesn’t matter, because at that… after about a minute or two, one of- because I live out in the woods, essentially, a friggin hawk swarms down- swoops down, grabs it, and flies off. By the time I know what’s happening, it’s already over. ...So, you know, that was ‘fun’. I went into the house and had a little cry. And basically, that was the only time during Lent that I broke it, because I gave up sweets for Lent, and lemme tell ya I needed some goddamn ice cream after that shit…

So yeah, there was some quote-unquote ‘fun times’ [laughing slightly] on my end. The worst thing is that there’s two possibilities: that bird was let go by accident, or on purpose. Because it’s wings were not clipped. And I know somebody’s gonna start like “oh you should NEVER clip a bird’s wings! Bla bla bla!” but it’s like, if they’re indoors, then they don’t need the whole wingspan*. And the unfortunate fact of the matter is: had this bird’s wings been clipped, it probably never would have reached our yard in the first place. They would’ve been able to- the owners would’ve been able to grab it. And, of course, that’s making the bold assumption that it wasn’t let go on purpose due to people out there being scumbags

*I might have gotten things slightly wrong, here. Apparently clipped wing birds need more grooming on your part and if you have cats, they can't fly away from them as easily (tho you shouldn't let them mingle anyway, probably...). however, they won't be able to fly into ceiling fans or other hazards or flee your house/yard as easily, either, so use your own discretion. I had one bird like 13 years ago, i am not an expert

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What do we see when we look at the sky?

Summary: a couple try to get together but a spell that changes who they are gets in the way. And we watch some dogs watching football.

Plot and musings: one could be forgiven for thinking I hated the film given my curt summary, but I think the plot is really that simple, and there lies the beauty of this Georgian film, it takes a simple premise of boy meets girl and it runs with it through magic, football, cinema, history, community and one thousand and one things that makes it feel live and relevant, the film's great ambitions are often its greatest obstacle, sometimes it becomes meandering, unfocussed and at one or two points I got completely lost about where the film was going, it is a long film, so this mandering quality may prove too much for some, I survived and I am glad that I managed but also glad when it was all over.

So first things first, the film starts in front of a school just seeing children coming and going, finally the scene quiet down and see a man and a woman hurriedly clashing with each other, apologising and moving on with life, at this point the film starts to get interesting, we follow these characters for the rest of their lives on that day by daring editing, switching back and forth between the both of them, it is unsubtle (one gets it, these two haven't seen the end of each other) but it works well, the man, Giorgi, is a footballer and the woman, Lisa, is a pharmacist, by the time the night comes we have seen enough of them to pique our interest.

Our characters meet again in similar circumstances in front of the school, but this time they grab the moment and set a date, something strange is going on with a seedling, water and a security camera (honestly, it is in my notes, but I don't remember what) but during this period a spell has benn cat on the couple. We watch them again for the rest of their dates with the same back and forth editing technique and we end this sequence with them asleep again.

Later on a friend of Lisa, Maya, comes to see her and hears from her about the spell ( they will change appearance and won't recognise each other), Maya, clearly an expert in the topic, gives Lisa some stones to protect her from the spell, shortly after the film tells us to close our eyes, to which I declined :-) , but as soon as we are told to open them we see a new Lisa and a new Georgi where the original ones were, Maya sees the new Lisa and first thing asks here her stones back ... :-D

Giorgi is the first to recognise in full what has happened, he tries to attend his regular training session but his teammates reject him outright not only because he isn't the same guy but also because he is hopeless at football, Lisa soon realises that she doesn't understand medical terms at all. so they are gone not only by losing their physical appearance but also by losing the main skill that defines how they make a living and live life (Giorgi is football mad in general).

In spite of this they persevere with attending the date they set up, but they are unable (undaring?) to find each other amongst a group of loud young partygoers, they worry about what may have happened to the other person ("when you love you worry" is said) but it never occurs to either of them tha the same fate could have applied to both of them, at the end of the day the loud group goes back home happy and our heroes go each back home alone.

Giorgi and Lisa clearly can't continue doing their jobs so they gravitate towards the coffee shop where they were supposed to meet and their luck starts to change, the owner is just setting shop and hires Lisa to wait tables and sets up a little scam with Georgi to bring clients to the place, so now they both work for the same man.

And now the film starts to do crazier things. We catch up with a film production team doing a film about couples, we see a bit about what they are doing without knowing why they are ther now or where this is going, throw a bit more confusion: the World Cup is starting, Giorgi supports Argentina and we get to know more about the fottball watching habits of the human and acnine inhabitants of Kutaisi, the little Georgian town where all the action is happening. Yeah, the dogs also watch football.

Amid all this confusion Lisa meets a Lela, recommended by Maya to break the spell, the witch, for lack of a better word, is a violin teacher in the music school :-)

At this point the film meanders (like the river in town, an unavoidable presence during the whole of the film) about where people watches football, our characters and their plots firmly kidnapped for quite a long time.

Then we see Giorgi watching children playing football, the film slows down and presents this street game as an heroic endeavour with a famous Italian song playing in the background, the dreamy sequence ends with the football ending in the river. This point is ceremoniously declared End of Part 1. WTF?

Part 2 then (you may now appreciate why I was so reluctant to write about this, it has been a long piece of work, but I have procrastinated it for several days slowing me down for quite a bit).

The police has finally got involved with the little scam of Giorgi to get clients and this forces him to work in the cafe premises so the new Giorgi and Lisa begin to see more of each other, Lisa now spends time baking Khachapuri (praise be, I got the name right).

Then our filmmakers make an act of presence in the coffee shop, they see Giorgi and Lisa and insist in taking pictures of them as a couple for their project in spite of them not being a couple, so they agree reluctantly and make a handsome harmonious pair.

At this point I noted that the film had "lost the plot", which may not be strictly true but it certainly felt confused and unfocussed, like an inexperienced Messi they found themselves alone vs the goalkeeper after a brilliant 1st part (their words, not mine) and they missed the open goal.

Now we are concentrating more in the film crew trying to make their film about couples, but it turns in a simple observation of Kutaisi's good folk, something pretty boring cinematographically speaking, after such a long time I started to feel really tired of this, then more football watching (or actually watching people and dogs watching football), finally they try to shoot their film and they mess up the media. Somehow they shoot their film. How uninteresting.

The last bit is very charming, it is the day of the world cup final and Lisa and Georgi are in very friendly terms after the filming, Lisa bids farewell and starts to head home and Giorgi initially makes for a place to watch the name but quickly changes his mind and offers to walk Lisa home, he misses the final but we have finally arrived to where we wanted to go.

After this the film is shown to the couples, my notes say "Lisa and Georgi are back", but I don't remember what this meant, I may watch that bit later to update this, but maybe not,it isn't that important since at then end they ended a couple anyway,

The films ends with a strange rant from a narrator deriding the fim and filmmaking only to defend both anyway. By this time I was sufficiently impressed and happy with the film but glad it was all over.

Rating: 4/5

Date: 1st December 2022

Venue: Curzon Bloomsbury

The list of films in the LFF 2021.

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Some Common Questions and Their Answers Regarding Pet Cremation

The passing of a pet is identical to the passing away of a family member for those who have been living with a pet since childhood. But since this is a natural process that can't be stopped, the pet owners have to start arranging the funeral process, and pet cremation Sydney is the most chosen concept. People have different questions regarding this process of cremation, and here is a blog post that answers most of these questions and clears the confusion that people have in mind regarding pet cremation.

WHAT CREMATION OPTIONS ARE AVAILABLE?

At any centre offering pet cremation services, you will find two different kinds of cremation services being offered. One of them is individual cremation, where the pet is cremated alone in an enclosed chamber, and the ashes are collected, pulverised and returned to the pet owner. The second type is communal or community cremation, where your pet is cremated along with other animals in a bigger chamber. In this case, ashes are not returned, but pets at peace Sydney ensure that the ashes are not sent to landfill sites.

HOW DO I KNOW THAT IT IS DEFINITELY MY PET’S ASHES THAT I AM GETTING BACK?

This is the most commonly asked question that any pet cremation Sydney centre faces. Experts recommend doing a bit of research about the agency chosen for pet cremation. The one chosen by you should be committed to working as per the set code of conduct and maintaining high standards of service. It is the responsibility of the pet cremation centre to assure you of honest and reliable services that are offered in strict compliance with all rules and regulations. They also ensure that the pet is given deserving respect throughout the process.

HOW LONG DOES AN INDIVIDUAL CREMATION TAKE TO PERFORM?

The duration of an individual cremation would depend entirely on the pet's size. A small pet like a rabbit or a cat will take almost an hour, but a bigger pet like Great Dane or bullmastiff will take 2 to 3 hours. This process can't be hurried at all, and therefore it is expected from the pet owners to stay patient and calm.

IS INDIVIDUAL CREMATION EXPENSIVE?

The cost of communal creation and individual cremation vary a lot, but still, the cost of individual pet cremation is kept inside the budget of every individual. The price is actually based on the individual weight of the pet, and this would be added to the cost of the urn you get to store your pet’s ashes.

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* Reasons Why Pet Cremation Is Better Than Burying the Body

* Answering Some Common Questions Related To Pet Cremations

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RSPCA joins Classic FM to air special radio programme to calm pets on Bonfire Night

New Post has been published on https://petnews2day.com/pet-industry-news/pet-charities/rspca-joins-classic-fm-to-air-special-radio-programme-to-calm-pets-on-bonfire-night/

RSPCA joins Classic FM to air special radio programme to calm pets on Bonfire Night

A special radio programme is returning to Classic FM this year to help pets stay calm on Bonfire Night.

Pet Classics, which will be hosted once again by Charlotte Hawkins, will feature soothing and comforting classical music. It aims to keep pets relaxed at a time when firework displays are taking place.

The loud bangs and bright lights can be scary for animals, according to experts. A survey by the RSPCA revealed that two-thirds (63%) of animal owners reported their pet was distressed during fireworks season. And playing relaxing music was the most common way (36%) to help calm or prepare their animal.

Read More: Fireworks time limits – latest times they can be set off during Bonfire Night week

This year, Classic FM is once again teaming up with the RSPCA to create two Pet Classics programmes. Alongside the music, they will feature dedications to listeners’ pets as well as advice from the RSPCA for any owners looking to reassure their animals. In addition to Pet Classics, Classic FM has created a playlist of peaceful classical music for pets, which is available anytime on Global Player.

Charlotte Hawkins said: “I am so thrilled to be hosting Pet Classics again this year, as it’s such a special show. I’ve seen first-hand from my dog just how difficult a time it can be for pets during the fireworks, but it’s amazing the difference relaxing music can have in helping to calm and soothe animals.

“We had such an overwhelming response to Pet Classics last year, it was so good seeing the impact the music made to pets up and down the country. We were sent photos of dogs, cats, birds, horses and even a chilled-out iguana… so I’m looking forward to people joining in again this year and sending me lots of photos of their calm pets.”

RSPCA Chief Inspector Clare Dew added: “We know fireworks are a source of stress for animals each year, and that owners can really struggle with knowing what to do for the best. It’s one of the reasons we are delighted to partner with Classic FM on their Pet Classics programmes, as studies show that calming music can be beneficial for some animals during this time.

“I’d suggest keeping your home as quiet as possible, shutting the curtains, creating a safe haven with blankets and a favourite toy for your pet, sticking the radio on and having a chill out evening. We’d also encourage people holding displays to be mindful of animals who live outside.

“My own rescue dog Frank struggles at this time of year and he finds it reassuring to know we are there at home with him, so that’s where I’ll be this year.”

Pet Classics will be broadcast on Friday, November 4, and Saturday, November 5, from 5pm to 9pm, on Classic FM.

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The One Who Runs Away, The One Who Runs Back (Leon S. Kennedy x Reader)

Author’s note: This is a sequel to “A PAST WITH HER, A FUTURE WITH YOU” and the end of my three-parts fan fiction "I TRUSTED YOU WITH MY HEART" I decided to write after so many of you asked for it. Sorry it took so long but I was navigating from one fandom to another. (BTW, if there are any Devil May Cry fans up here, you can read my DMC fan fictions here) PS: Even if I said it before, I have no hate whatsoever towards Ada or Aeon.

Tagged: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Post-Break up, Sexual Content

Part 1 / Part 2

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Do you remember? We started this story by quoting some sitcom character that was clueless about love. Well, here’s a suggestion. Why not ending it by quoting someone who knew a little more on such matter.

William Shakespeare - you know that English dude expert on tragic ‘drink this poison, stab yourself’ kind of love - apparently once said ‘Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck’. I say ‘apparently’ cause, even though I have a master in English lit, this quote is from the internet, and also … who knows what the guy truly said?

But it’s the quote that’s important. Not the author. The quote it’s important because it sums up perfectly how this story is gonna end. However, before starting, let me tell you this quote is going to be the only Shakespeare-worthy sentence in this final chapter. You’ve been warned.

Love runs away from those chasing her. Well, this part was definitely written for someone like Ada Wong. Owner of countless gold medals and possibly a world record at this point, that woman is basically the Usain Bolt of the ‘Running from Leon S. Kennedy’ competition. Unchallenged winner since the creation of this sultry version of cat and mouse game, it’s better not to think about the number of times she successfully ran away from her favourite agent. But this year, this formidable titleholder in a gorgeous red dress will have to face her Nemesis in the championship. You. Though the comparison to the hideous bio-organic killing machine might not be very complimentary to you but you get the idea. This year you enter the Kennedy Olympics. And this year you run like Sonic the Hedgehog and you win the damn competition (screw you Usain Bold!). And you do this with your head high and without an ounce of regret. Ignore all the texts and flowers Leon might send on your track Mario Kart style. His gifts are not as slippery as banana peels and they can easily be dodged, I promise. Well, most of the time, when you’re not lying on your bed in the middle of the night crying and sobbing while reading his messages or playing his voice in your voicemail again and again until you’re nothing more but a giant mess with puffy red eyes drowning in a puddle of your own tears. Screw those messages too! And screw his broken yet terribly sexy voice as well!

Being a man of word, Leon kept his promise. And for months you kept on running peacefully, marathoning away from this past relationship that had destroyed you like no other before while tranquilly fixing your broken heart on the way. That run was a good cardio.

But sometimes, cardio is not enough, and even just the small sight of an overpriced whisky bottle or the smell of Leon’s perfume on some guy’s clothes is enough to reopen your wounds. And when it happens, you always do the same thing, you break the damn bottle - and run cause damn! it’s expensive! - or you tell the guy his perfume smells like cheap cologne and that he should definitely change it, which is an improvement on your past destructive behaviour, since there was a time shortly after the break up when you would have simply dragged the guy to your place to let him fuck you senseless while imagining he was Leon. All that just for the illusion to feel him again and for the sake to kick him out the next morning, screaming like a hysterical psycho.

So imagine, for a small second, the wave of intense feelings surging out of your healing heart when, in the middle of a cafe, you hear some dude sitting behind you ordering Leon’s favourite whisky while wearing the same bloody perfume. “It’s got to be relentless persecution at that point!” You sigh, already annoyed, closing your book more violently than intended. Hope you’re ready, stranger! Because you’re not in the mood to deal with this right now. You turn around with a fake smile that reflects perfectly your irritation, ready to give him hell, your sharpest riposte already burning your tongue. After all, he deserves it and you can’t help it. But when you meet familiar – and freaking gorgeous - baby blue eyes you freeze and stare, suddenly confused and lost and refusing to believe that in spite of the intense running, love just jumped at your neck after all and it was sitting there, taking the shape of Leon S(tupid) Kennedy.

You should have stood up and left, run for your life, run for your heart. And yet, you didn’t. You stayed there staring at him looking at you, allowing all your memories, the good ones and the bad ones, all your buried feelings to come back from the dead, embracing them as if you had missed them, which, let’s be honest, you probably had. You tried to scream to yourself “Come on, Y/N! Shake a leg!” but it seemed that what you brain understood was something like “Cum on him! Open your legs!” as a couple of blurry hours later, you were on Leon’s bed, legs wide open, screaming his name and begging him not to stop his amazing thrusts.

Six months, you ran for six months … Well, looks like the run ends here and now. After a minute-long deep stare, an afternoon of amazing sex and two hours long of something blurry in between.

“I missed you.” And there you were! The moment all couples that broke up have after one of them (in this case Leon with the infamous ‘I missed you line’) starts to believe they miraculously rekindled their love. The fatal post-coital cuddling session that you don’t know how to react to, as you think of all the possibilities before you. Possibility Number 1) You tell Leon you missed him too and cuddle, enjoying that embrace you secretly yearned for months. But that includes forgetting what he has done or pretending that nothing happened. Possibility Number 2) You push him away, get dressed, leave again and act as if this afternoon never happened. But if Leon doesn’t remind you of it, the ache between your legs will, that’s for sure! Possibility Number 3) You jump him again until you sore even more and hope that you’ll be able to leave afterwards. Frankly, all possibilities suck because, in all cases, it seems like you lose. Since, with Possibility Number 1) you lose the run forever, with Possibility Number 2) you lose him again and with Possibility Number 3) well it’s result 1 or 2 + your body aching like crazy for days. I suck at math but no need to be Einstein to know the result of this calculation looks unpleasant. So what do you choose?

You see a triangular dice rolling in your head, showing a never-ending succession of 1, 2 and 3 that doesn’t make any sense and that confuse you even more than you already are. 1, 2, 3, 2, 1, 3, 2 ! Oh for fuck’s sake!

You grimace, angry and pissed at Leon and probably even more at yourself, and finally leaves his bed and his strong warm arms, feeling the tears furiously forming in your eyes. “I can’t” You can’t look at him in the eyes. You don’t want to see his confusion, don’t want to see his pain as he witnesses all his hopes shatter to pieces. “ What do you mean?” You can hear the sheets crease behind you, alerting you of Leon’s agitation, so you hurry and pick up all your clothes scattered in his room. You must leave, now. 2! 2 it is! “This! All This! This afternoon never happened.” You tell him, putting on your clothes with sudden clumsy and trembling hands, not caring if your bra is correctly hooked or if you put your shirt on back to front. Your heart. You have to think of your poor heart first. “Hey, hey, hey.” You feel Leon’s hand softly grabbing your arms and you let go of whatever you were holding right now. His voice is sweet and trying to be comforting. Don’t look at him Y/N! Don’t look at him! “Look at me.” You do. Damn it! And you see his gorgeous blue eyes staring at you, studying your flustered face and the tears slowly drowning your (colour) look. You missed those eyes. You missed them so.damn.much ! As much as you missed his hands cupping your face and his thumbs wiping up your tears. God! How many tears those thumbs have missed recently. “It’s alright.”

You want to believe him. You really do. But there is this voice screaming in your head and very clearly this time. A voice shouting, forcing you to remember that night, that awful nightmarish night, the one when you felt your heart break and your dreams turn to ashes. All that because of him and his obsession for her.

“No, it’s not alright, Leon.” You shake your head and miraculously manage to take a small step back. You never thought you could. But you had to. You can’t stay close to him. You can’t let him touch you, feel you. Not if you want to run away. And you have to run away. Like her! Like Ada. Ada! “I told you. For as long as you have feelings for Ada, I can’t … we can’t…” “Please don’t talk about her.” He begs and rubs his hand over his face. Is he trying to chase her away from his mind? Is she still in here? Please, let her not be in here. “But she’s the reason we’re in this situation now. She’s the reason why we’re in this mess.” You insist only for the sake to see his reaction when you mention Ada, to see if she’s still under his skin, somewhere. “Ada is not the reason. I am!” Leon corrects you, a finger directed at his heavy chest as he is putting the full blame on himself for the first time since that night. “I am the one who went after Ada when I shouldn’t have! I am the reason why we broke up! I am the reason why we are so miserable!” “But I was fine!” You shouted back in an attempt to show him he was wrong refusing to listen to that part of you who knew he was completely right. You were miserable without him. “I was doing fine until you came back and fucked everything up! I was healing goddamnit!” You felt new tears rolling along your red cheeks and quickly wipe them off with the back of your hand that felt so callous and rough in comparison to Leon’s gentle touch. “You can’t just jump back into my life like this and expect me to forget!”

Leon nods, agreeing with you in a certain way. But the truth is, he doesn’t want you to forget. He doesn’t expect you to erase his mistake. He just wants you to forgive him … No, he just wants you to come back to him. Period. And that’s got to be what you want to. It has to! “So why did you have sex with me, huh?” He finally asks even though he already knows your answer. “Tell me!” You’re not the kind of person who has meaningless sex, not the kind of person who worships one’s body with divine kisses and devoted caresses if they mean nothing. “Why did you have sex with me?” And yet the answer he wishes to hear doesn’t come out. “For fuck’s sake Y/N! Answer me! Why?” He shouts making you shiver and cry even more. “Because I LOVE YOU!” You finally scream. And it hurts. It hurts but it feels good too. Like a weight lifted off your chest. “Because I missed you too! Because those months without you have been terrible! Because I don’t know how to handle even just the thought of you or the sound of your voice in my voicemail. Because each time I see something that makes me think of you, I’m a mess and I do things that normal me would never do! You fucked me up, Leon! You fucked me up but I love you! And I hate to love you!” You grunt in pain and relief, enraged but happy that you finally let everything out. And Leon listens in silence, frozen by your powerful honest confession. But he doesn’t know how to react. He doesn’t know what to say. Part of him is overjoyed, ecstatic that you still love him but there is another part that just feels terrible, sorry for the pain your love for him caused you even in his absence. “But you see—“ You continue “That’s the problem in our relationship, Leon! I love you in ways that are so intense, that go beyond sanity. And you love me by half.” You see him crumple, his horrified face looking suddenly very pale as if he had just heard some dreadful news. Is that really how you feel? Is that how you see his love for you? Is that what he has made you believe? “Goodbye Leon.”

With the full intention to leave Leon’s place for good and never come back, you grab you bag on your way out of the bedroom while carelessly shoving your underwear inside of it since you forgot to put them on in the midst of panic and precipitation. Get out of here, Y/N! Now! A reasonable voice encourages you. Listen to me! But this not what Leon wants.

“I never loved you by half.” He declares and you abruptly stop, asking God if he’s some kind of sadist that loves seeing you in pain from the comfort of his divine sofa somewhere in heaven. “Never.” But it’s not God and his sadism that makes you turn around. It’s you, and your masochist love for that blue-eyed man before you. “I don’t believe you” Your voice almost doesn’t leave your throat as you try not to sob. “But it’s the truth.” He says with a calm soothing voice as he slowly approaches you. “I never imagined my future with Ada. I never wished to grow old with her or build a home with her.” You want to tell Leon to stop talking, to stay where he is but your body doesn’t seem to respond. And when you feel him grabbing your hands in his and the comforting warmth that goes with that simple touch, you know that leaving is now an almost impossible task. “Yes. I admit it. My feelings for her were real.” Even when his honesty hurts you, you don’t know how to leave anymore. “But they were nothing in comparison to what I feel for you.” You try to let go, pulling your hands away from his loving grip but he holds you back. And you’re not strong enough. Or maybe, you just don’t want to be strong. Everything is so confusing. Everything is tearing you apart. “But they’re still here, aren’t they?” You question, hoping his answer might give you a clue, might give you the strength to make the correct decision. Do you leave? Or do you stay? “And they’ll keep coming back each she goes back into your life. You can’t let go of her.” “You’re maybe right.” His words hurt you more than you thought they would. They hurt like hell because you realise there are not the ones you wanted to hear. You wanted to hear him say that he would let go of Ada, for good, for you. You wanted to hear that because deep down … YOU WANTED TO FUCKING STAY! “But can you let go of your past?” He continues and you shake your head refusing to hear any other word coming out of Leon’s mouth. “Don’t!” You beg, weary. “No! Listen to me this time. Ada is my past, Y/N. She’s my past. And you … you’re my future. You’re my life, damn it!” He doesn’t cry but you don’t need his tears to sense how emotional and how honest he is. And suddenly, you just want to listen to him. “And I was a fool not to see it sooner. When you left me, I felt a void I had never felt in my entire life. I felt like a part of me was missing. And then, the bombing in Washington happened, and it was like I had nothing left. I needed you. I wanted you. You. Not Ada.” “Leon” You whisper and he cups your face again, blue eyes staring deep into yours, allowing you to see everything in him, his strong love for you and all the weaknesses he hated to admit. “It was you in my mind. Only you. And it will always be you. Because I love you. Now. Today. And I will always love you.”

You cry even more, uncertain if those tears are tears of sorrow, tears of joy or a mix of both. God, how can your emotions be such a mess right now? How can you be wishing to shout at him with all the anger you’ve accumulated and, at the same time, willing to kiss him with all love you’ve got?

“If you got to believe something. Believe that. And if that’s not enough and you think you can be happy with someone else. Then go. I won’t hold you back.” You frown. He is fucking lying. You’re sure of it. “You can’t stop running after me and you know it.” He smiles and scoffs, sensing that hint of sudden defiance in your tone he enjoys a lot. “True. I can’t sop running after you. But I’ll do my best not to catch you if that’s what you want. But you got to tell me. Is that what you truly want?” You don’t reply. Truth is, you’re not sure what to say not because you’re not sure that’s what you want but because you’re not sure you can trust him if you let him in again. “No.” You whisper. “No, that’s not what I want. I want you. All of you.” You can see Leon struggle to contain his growing joy as it starts to glimmer brighter and brighter in his irises. He doesn’t want to cry victory just yet. He is cautious and rightfully so. “But can I?” “Want me?” He smiles. “ Have you completely?” You correct, searching for a promise in his eyes, one you hope, you wish he would not break this time. “Trust me with your heart again and find out.”

This better not hurt this time…

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #i trusted you with my heart #resident evil fanfic #fanfic

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thewhizzyhead · 3 years

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a non-filipino's guide to trese: ep 1

So some of my mutuals decided to check out Trese aka the Netflix adaptation of the Filipino horror comic book series that I keep rambling about here and then since well um most of my mutuals aren’t from the Philippines fshfs I decided to make a long-ass post that basically consists of me rambling about the cultural context present in Trese with fun little tidbits about Filipino folklore. I’m not an expert on Filipino mythology so um I just typed out the stuff that I know and the stuff that I looked up on Wikipedia so um take this with a grain of salt aaaaa I’ll save the extensive google scholar research ramble on folklore present in Trese for another day.

I’ll try to find the sites where I got some of the information from cause um yea I kinda had a bit of a hard time finding the other shit so um once again, take the stuff here with a grain of salt. Also, feel free to add more info if you guys got any!

SO ANYWAYS ENJOY ME RAMBLING ABOUT EPISODE 1 OF TRESE WOO

+ MRT and LRT (Manila Metro Rail Transit and Light Rail Transit) are train systems in NCR (the capital region) and yea them suddenly stopping and malfunctioning in the middle of the goddamn rail is a daily occurrence and we have been trying to deal with this bullshit for years but alas, corruption and negligence are sweet sweet drugs.

+ When the MRT broke down, you'd see a red bee in the flashing billboard right? Well that's Jollibee and that's probably the most well-known fast food restaurant chain here heck there are even branches of it abroad!

+ According to many youtube comments along with other social media posts that I am way too tired to link here, the opening theme is an Ifugao ethnic song called Balluha'd Bayyauhen but with modern accompaniments and I think the song is about a fruit called a balluha that the character in the song tries to it but cannot swallow. (someone please correct me if I’m wrong here fjkfs)

+ The first um monster that we see Alexandra interact with is the White Lady of Balete Drive. White Ladies or “Kaperosa” are a type of female ghosts typically dressed in ghostly white dresses or similar garments. According to legend, she died in a car accident while driving along Balete Drive (a two lane street formerly lined with Balete Trees which are said to be a home for spirits and mysterious creatures) in Quezon City while other accounts say she died waiting for the arrival of her lover; others also say that she was a teenage girl who was run over and killed by a taxi driver at night and then buried around a Balete tree while another variation of the tale claims that a student from the University of the Philippines was sexually assaulted and killed by a taxi driver nearby and so said ghost haunts the street in search of her murderer. There are many other variations but according to local rumor, the legend was fabricated by a reporter in 1953 in order to make an interesting story. What remains consistent in many variations is that apparently taxi drivers would be stopped by a beautiful lady asking for a ride and if one would look at the rear window, they would see that the white lady in question is bruised and drenched in blood.

+ There are a lot of mentions about "lakans" and stuff in reference to Alex and her father right? In precolonial times, the term is used to refer to the paramount ruler or the highest-ranking political authorities in Tagalog communities (so um NCR and some parts of Region 4). In Muslim communities, they are called sultans while communities with strong trade connecitons with Indonesia or Malaysia called them Rajah. Datu is umm the more generalized term though when it comes to discussing the leaders of the precolonial Filipinos.

+ So, Alex’s mom is a babaylan and back in the pre-colonial period, each barangay (which a native filipino term for a village or a district; said term is still used today to describe um divisions in municipalities like) had them and these are basically Philippine shamans and they specialized in communicating with the spirits of the dead. To my knowledge, the role of babaylan went to women and yea people assigned male at birth but then identified as female were also allowed to become babaylans and they would be treated with the same respect given to any woman back then (honestly I dunno much about lgbtq+ stuff back in the precolonial times but all I know is that precolonial Filipinos were much a lot more welcoming towards trans identities bUT THEN THE SPANIARDS CAME AND UM ERR RUINED THAT); also the writing Alexandra's mom did in that one scene with the dagger is in Baybayin - preHispanic Filipino script. I dunno what she wrote down though. .

+ Also I kinda find it funny that the people here esp those who were at the White Lady scene are um,,, not at all surprised? Like yea quite a number of filipinos have their own superstitions and beliefs and all that but um yea the people in Trese seem very used to the bullshit,,,which in retrospect, isn't at all inaccurate fsdfd I MEAN WE DEAL WITH UNSURMOUNTABLE AMOUNTS OF BS ON A DAILY BASIS SO I DON’T THINK DEAD GHOSTS WOULD EVEN FAZE MANY FSKJDS

+ The one that appears right before Alexandra talks with the duwende (the one in the manhole) is called Laman Lupa (which i guess translates to um "What is in the earth"? just um YEA THEY ARE DIRT CREATURES). normally this is an umbrella term for duwendes and nunos but in Trese they are servants of these aforementioned creatures.

+ Duwende (which came from the Spanish phrase "dueno de case" which means "owner of the house") or dwarves in Filipino folklore are known to be mischievous and magical environmental guardians. They are believed to reside in trees or under earth mounds (those that live in the latter are called nuno sa pundo or old man of the mount) which is why quite a lot of Filipinos say "tabi tabi po" or “excuse me” when wandering around a forest or earth mounds as a sign of respect and in the hopes the duwende won't torment them. If the person is friendly, the duwende can also be friendly in return and will bring that person good lucl; otherwise, those who destroy their homes by stepping on them will face their wrath in form of heartless curse and predictions of ominous and disastrous fates. A duwende's color also depends on their budhi or conscience: to my knowledge, white duwendes are kind, red ones give protection amulets, green ones are firnedly with children and the black ones give nothing but trouble.

+ Chocnut aka the snack Alex bribes the nuno with is a very yummy chocolate snack made of coconut milk, crushed peanuts and cocoa powder. They are umm about an inch in length and maybe half an inch in width so it's fairly small; that being said I WANT THE CHOCNUT THAT ALEXANDRA HAS CAUSE HOT DAMN THAT'S A BIG CHOCNUT

+ In Trese, the creatures in the MRT scene and in the warehouse Alexandra visits after she talks with the duwende are called "aswang". In Philippine folklore, it is an umbrella term for any kind of monster so um an aswang in Luzon would be very different from the aswang in Mindanao. According to what I saw on wikipedia, they can be classified in 5 categories: the vampire (self-explanatory um they drink blood), the viscera sucker (the manananggal, i'll get to that next time), the weredog (cats and pigs are also possible but um yea they target pregnant women), the witch (self-explanatory boom curses and stuff) and the ghoul (they gather near trees in cemeteries to feast on human corpses). Aswangs are often described to have a long, hollow tongue, sharp claws and sharp teeth, although they do also have human forms.

+ To my knowledge, Ibwa, the leader of the aswangs in the warehouse, is a creature from Tinguian or Itneg mythology (they, like the Ifugao, are an indigenous ethnic group in northwestern Luzon) though I could be wrong about this dksfsf Ibwa seems like an ethnic filipino term tho wah I can't remember where I once read that. But anyways, Ibwa often stalk sthe house of a dying person to steal its body. In order for the ibwa to NOT succeed in that, some people burn holes in the garments of the dead and put a sharp iron object on top of the grave since those are most powerful weapons against aswangs which is what Alexandra uses to subdue the Ibwa and kill all the other aswangs (the knife alex uses is named Sinag which means "ray of light".)

+ ALSO I AM SO SO GLAD THEY KEPT THE FILIPINO SWEARS IN THE ENGLISH DUB YES YES THIS IS A VERY GOOD JOB so lemme discuss the versatility of tangina-

+ Also umm Bossing is a nickname of Vic Sotto - one of the three pioneer hosts of Eat Bulaga! which is the longest running Philippine noontime variety show. Over time, most probably due to the show's popularity, the term "bossing" then became um slang for "boss" or "chief"

+ Translation of what Alex says when she's stirring the eye inside the cup: “In the eyes of others, secrets will reveal themselves.”

+ Sidenote: The English dub's pronunciation of many of the tagalog lines are um yea they r pretty good but they could use a bit of work but then again I'm really not that good in speaking in Tagalog so who am I to judge gkdkf sorry po guys conyo po ako-

+ Maria Makiling is arguably the most famous of all the diwatas (ancestral spirits, nature spirits, or deities) in Philippine Mythology; she is associated with Mount Makiling in Laguna as the guardian spirit of the mountain. Mount Makiling is said to resemble a profile of a woman and people associate the profile with Maria herself. She is also known as a goddess by the name of Dayang Masalanta and people would pray to her for safety and to stop storms and earthquakes. That's the goddess Alexandra's mother mentions right when she tells Alex to hide. (Translation to what she said there: Maria Makiling, goddess of the mountain, bless us.)

+ ALSO YEA THAT MAYOR IN THE MRT STATION IS UMMM RATHER REMINISCENT OF MAAAANY POLITICIANS AND PUBLIC SERVANTS HERE LIKE BELIEVE ME I CAN THINK OF SO MANY NAMES RN. THEY WOULD FLAUNT THEIR MACHISMO AND PROMISE THAT THEY THEMSELVES SHALL PUNISH THE PERPETRATORS HARSHLY BUT IN THE END THEY DONT MEAN SHIT AND ARE IN OFFICE TO SERVE ONLY THEMSELVES AND TO SHIT ON THE REST ESP THOSE OF THE POORER SECTORS AND *NOTHING IS DONE ABOUT IT*. WE LIVE IN HELL OKAY. also hmm how the police are represented here is umm,,,interesting,,, like i know there are sOME good police officers like the ones alexandra assists but like,,,our current sociopolitical climate + the many cases showcasing the corruption in the police force + tHE SHEER AMOUNT OF POLICE BRUTALITY HERE would ummm beg to differ. but um anyways-

+ Also Mang Inasal posters can be seen in the MRT station backdrops and um it’s a very famous restaurant chain here and they serve lots of barbecue and other filipino stuffs and i miss them a lot God their halo halo is very yummy

+ Santelmo - oki so this is the fire face thingy that Alexandra summons inside the ruined train. This is the shortened version of the term "Apoy ni Santa Elmo" or "St. Elmo's Fire" - this is a weather phenomenon wherein plasma is created from an electrical discharge from a rod like object in an atmospheric electric field. This phenomenon was used to warn of imminent lightning strikes or storms (there is a chapter in Noli Me Tangere where Pilosopo Tasyo talks about that bUT I'LL SAVE THE NOLI ME TANGERE RAMBLES FOR ANOTHER DAY). But according to Philippine folklore, santelmos - which are said to be souls of people lost as sea - are balls of fire that appear where accidents or big arguments happen. In Trese, santelmos (alex's santelmo being "The Great Spirit of the Binondo Fire") can be called to assist in supernatural investigations

+ Translation of what Alex says when she draws the circles to meet with the purple ghosts: "Souls, where are you off to? I'll be entering too, so please open the door."

+ Remember the scene at the train with all the purple ghosts and the woman in a veil? Yea the woman is an emissary of a goddess named Ibu and she is the Manobo (again, another indigenous ethnic group but this time they're from Mindanao; fun fact we have around 134 ethnic groups) goddess of deceased mortals and the queen of the underworld; she also serves as a psychopomp and guides the newly deceased souls to the other side (having an MRT be the ride to the underworld isn’t in the legends tho so fkkjsf)

+ The aswang in the top hat is called Xa Mul and according to the Isneg/Apayao people (yay another ethnic group but this time in northern Luzon - the Cordillera regions to be specific), they are an evil spirit known to swallow people whole.

+ Alex has two henchmen right? Yea they are named Crispin and Basillio and No I still don’t know who’s who and I'm really sorry about that fsfjs so anyways the names Crispin and Basillio are actually those of two brothers featured in the Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo novels (Crispin is younger and Basilio is older) which are basically the national novels here cause um yea written by national hero Jose Rizal as sociopolitical commentary about the Spanish regime here. I don't know if I want to spoil this cause I kinda want other people to read the novel too fskfs BUT ALL IN ALL, ONE OF THEM DIES IN LIKE THE 10TH OR 11TH CHAPTER OF NOLI ME TANGERE (and the novel has 64 chapters btw) AND UM YEA-

+ OKI SO TO ADD MORE CONTEXT TO THE SQUATTER STUFFS MENTIONED IN TRESE (we r gonna use the tiny font here because holy shit this rant is long): So,in the Philippines, especially in the capital region, there are lots of slum areas called squatters. These are dense urban settlements made of compact makeshift housing units that aren't really officially recognized by the government. This is um very reflective of the poverty situation here and there are maaany factors that come into play here and if i were to go into depth about this topic, that rant would probably turn into an academic paper so for the sake of brevity, let's just say that Things Are Fucked Up Here. Oftentimes the poorer sectors are being ignored and left to their own devices despite tons of campaign promises to make things better and easier for them. The communities that live here are incredibly vulnerable to floods, fires, and the like and afaik no concrete solutions have been in effect to protect these people and their settlements. There have also been many times where squatter areas are dismantled or demolished despite protests of people living in those areas and yea I understand the need to make space and the need for renovation but the people should still be offered some sort of temporary settlement or financial compensation thingy that doESN'T fuck them over but alas, we have an anti-poor government. That being said, I really like Trese Ep 1's portrayal of governmental negligence, but I also have some thoughts, especially in regards to the mayor being arrested THAT FAST which um believe me, NEVER FUCKING HAPPENS BECAUSE MANY MAYORS AND A LOT OF POLITICIANS HAVE THE POLICE IN THEIR POCKETS SO UM ERR YEA JUSTICE IS RARELY A THING HERE BUT UM ANYWAYS YEA THE GOVERNMENT LIKES TO SHIT ON THE POOR WOO LET'S SAVE THE USE OF SOCIOLOGICAL LENS ON THIS MATTER FOR ANOTHER DAY

+ The news channel reporting the arrest of the mayor is ABC-ZNN WHICH IS AN OBVIOUS REFERENCE TO ABSCBN aka the top media conglomerate here (that has been fucked over by the government so many times to the point that they had to shut down operations last year which is all sorts of unfair so seeing them being referenced here kinda made me happy gksfks)

#HI PATROC I HAVE A GIFT #IT'S A VERY LONG AND CONVOLUTED GIFT #BUT IT'S A GIFT #I WISH YOU THE BEST OF LUCK IN TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THIS #this is literally 2813 words long AND IT TOOK ME 12 HOURS TO TYPE THIS OUT OH GOD #AND THIS IS JUST EP 1 #here's to hoping the following eps are gonna be much easier for me to like ramble about considering that i explained quite a lot here gfsfs #please do take this ramble with a grain of salt tho cause obviously I am not a mythology expert so um feel free to add more info!#i'd really love to see more info about trese so yay!#trese #trese netflix #alexandra trese #trese spoilers #ask to tag

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thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis · 3 years

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Tricked Into It (Greg Gerwitz x Reader)

Word Count: 1,957

Pairing: Greg Gerwitz aka Mouse x Reader

Summary: Ever since your last breakup with someone who cheated and abused the love you had for them, you have been wary of dating. And it doesn’t help when your friend Kim Burgess won’t stop pestering you about some cute techie guy at the 21st District.

Warnings: talk of bad relationship (cheating, emotional abuse, PTSD from the relationship), descriptions of what might be an anxiety attack (I described feeling anxious but it ended up bordering on what could have almost been an attack.)

A/N: So I am working on a Kelly Severide Imagine, but I’m a but stuck on it so I came up with the idea that I take the last imagine I wrote, the other Mouse Imagine and make it into a little series of one shots, mainly cause I wanted to explore the relationship of Mouse and this librarian!reader. So this is a sort of prequel to the first Mouse imagine, how they first met which is talked about in the other imagine.

HERE is the first Librarian!Reader fic if you want to check it out!!

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“Kim, I swear to god!”

You slammed your book shut with a snap and looked up at the Chicago police officer, aka Kim Burgess aka your best friend, in front of you. She looked almost as annoyed as you felt, rolling her eyes and sitting down on your couch across you in your reading chair. Kim had come over after her shift at the 21st District ended, and only after a couple of minutes of peace, Kim started up on her latest crusade; your love life.

“Y/N...”

“No! I get that you care, believe me, but I don’t need you trying to set me up with someone.” You said with a heavy sigh.

Kim scooted closer to you and leaned forward, trying to catch your eye which was avoiding hers, “Hey,” She paused and waited for you to look her in the eye, “I just want you to be happy. And I think this guy is a good match for you. Much better than -”

“Don’t say their name.”

“...Fine. But Mouse is so your type!”

You were about to start arguing again when her words actually registered into your head, “His name is Mouse? There is no way that this cop’s name is Mouse.”

“Okay one, he isn’t a cop. He is a tech expert that works with Intelligence, a civilian hired by the unit and the department. And two, Mouse is just what everyone calls him, its a nickname from when he was younger.” Kim explained.

“Tech guy?”

“Yeah, crazy smart when it comes to hacking and stuff like that. He got the job after hacking into Voight’s cell phone in like a couple of seconds. And he was in the Rangers with Jay, plus he is pretty funny and cute.”

You looked away from Kim as you thought it through. Clearly Kim was just looking out for you, but there was no way this guy, this super-smart-tech-genius-ex-ranger, could ever be interested in someone like you. You were just a simple librarian at Chicago Public Library, living alone aside from your cat companion, Geraldine. You hadn’t done anything extraordinary with your life, and as your thought process started to spiral in an anxious tizzy, you started to shake your head.

“No, no I can’t see this guy. He wouldn’t want to get stuck with some boring librarian.” You said, your body shrinking in on itself as your self confidence crumbled. All the comments your ex significant other made to you while you were still dating came popping up into your mind one after the other after the other. Comments on your weight, your looks, how you were boring and that was why they stepped out and cheated on you any chance they could. Tears were misting in your eyes and you tried blinking them away, not wanting to cry in front of Kim.

“Y/N-”

“I mean it Kim. Drop it.”

Kim looked you over and saw how you had retreated into yourself, clearly looking uncomfortable with the topic. That’s when she sighed and nodded, forcing a small smile on her face, “Okay.”

---

A week has passed since the confrontation with Kim about that techie guy, and you were slowly trying to purge the whole instance from your head and get back to your quiet life. Every once in a while, the conversation would slide to the forefront of your mind, along with your anxiety-fueled spiral about your ex, and you would try and shake away the ordeal. It had made you feel small and disgusting thinking about your ex and how your self worth was diminished because of them, and you never wanted to go back to that place again. Even if that meant never being in another relationship again.

On Friday, you had gotten a text from Kim around midday about having a girl’s night and heading out to have a drink at Molly’s, this pub which had become pretty popular with the cops of the Intelligence Unit. You had been once before, and one of the owners, Gabbie Dawson, was really nice to you when Kim introduced her. So you agreed, excited to go out and hang out with Kim.

Once you got out of work around 6, you got back to your small one bedroom apartment and fed Geraldine before retreating to your room to figure out what to wear. You settled on a pair of slender black pants and a long sleeved dark green blouse matched with a pair of green heels. Once you showered, dried and got your hair the exact way you like it, added a little makeup and got dressed, it was time to head out and meet Kim at Molly’s. You drove to the neighborhood where the pub was, some cars already lining the streets letting you know that Molly’s would probably be busy.

You parked, and hurried to get inside, pulling your winter coat around you a litter tighter as a gust of wind tried to chill you to the bone. The November night air was lung chilling and while you weren’t dressed like those young twenty-somethings with short dresses and no coats, you still did not want to waste another second with the wind chill. Once you got in, you saw that your assumption about the pub being busy was right, many people scattered around the bar, others in groups were seated or standing next to tables against the other wall. You looked around, trying to catch Kim’s face in the crowd but having trouble with how crowded. You pealed off your coat and made your way to the bar where you saw an older man behind the counter, cleaning off a glass.

“Excuse me?” You said, slipping into the space in front of the bar, and accidentally grazing your arm against the guy sitting down to your right, “Oh sorry.” You said quickly to the guy, not really looking in his direction so you didn’t notice when he started staring at you in awe.

“What can I get ya?” The older man said as he put the glass down and gave you his full attention.

“I know this is probably a long shot, but my friend comes to this bar a lot and I was just wondering if you’ve seen her tonight? Kim Burgess?”

“Ah! I know Burgess. From the 21st District?”

“Yeah! Yes, that’s her.”

The man smiled before turning around and grabbing something from behind the bar and then turned back to you, “I haven’t seen her, but she called about 5 minutes ago saying that her friend would be stopping by tonight. She also said to get her a vodka cranberry on her and to give her this.”

He handed you a napkin and then turned away, most likely to get your drink ready. You looked down at the napkin with a rough note written on it, reading out loud the note, “Hey, something came up super last minute, have a drink on me and enjoy the night. Sorry, --Kim.”

“Sorry about that, kid.” The man said as he returned with your drink, giving you a warm smile that also had a hint of pity in it.

“No problem. It’s not your fault.”

With one more smile he headed towards the other end of the bar, leaving you with your drink. You let out a sigh and brought the drink to your lips, trying to figure out what you were going to do next when a voice from next to you started speaking.

“You’re friends with Burgess?”

Looking over, it was the guy you had apologized to earlier. Now that you weren’t in a rush to find Kim, you got a good look at him. He had brown hair, you could almost consider it floppy-like if it didn’t also have a clean-cut feel to it. The man’s eyes were bright blue, and they looked at you with a mix of intrigue and surprise. He was wearing a blue button-up which matched his eyes, the first few buttons undone.

“Yeah, do you know her?” You asked. He nodded and looked down to his beer bottle, his fingers anxiously playing with the paper label.

“I-I work with her at the district.” He explained. “Are you one of her flight attendant friends?”

“No, god no. I’m a librarian at the Chicago Public Library.”

“Oh, that’s cool.”

“You don’t have to lie. I know it’s boring..”

“No! I genuinely think it’s cool. I-I mean I’m not a huge book guy myself but-but I did read a lot of Shakespeare in school and that was really cool, especially the-the one about the guy who dressed as a woman to hide from a mob or something and everyone thought he was a witch?” The guy rambled, his face flushing as he tried to save himself. You smirked at the clumsiness of his words and took a drink of your cocktail.

“The Merry Wives of Windsor?” You offered, and the guy snapped at the name.

“Yeah, yeah. The whole play now that I think about it went over my head at 16. But I was too interested in the Blackhawks and code. Like-Like the game that happened the other night, I was invested until that left winger from the Rangers totally checked Hartman and they put-”

“Hartman in the penalty box! Yes!! With only 3 minutes left on the clock and the take out the best right winger on the ice.” You jumped in, a smile growing on your face as the topic of hockey came up. “If he was still playing the Blackhawks would have got at least 2 more points and would have won instead of losing to the worst team in the league.”

The guy sputtered his drink and starts laughing, and immediately think its cause you had embarrassed yourself and he was laughing at you, not what you said. That was until he smiled at you and nodded his head.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

You felt a small fluttering in you chest when he smiled, something about him not making you nervous or anxious which was a change. With a smile on your own face, you put your hand out to him, “I’m Y/N by the way. Y/N L/N.”

“Greg Gerwitz.” Greg took your hand and shook it, lingering for a couple extra seconds before pulling away. “Or you can call me Mouse.”

You froze as he said that, your eyes widening in shock. He seemed to see your reaction and frowned, “Or not?”

“No, sorry.” You said quickly, trying to recover. “It-Its just that Burgess has been trying to set me up with you for the last few weeks.”

“Wait...oh! You’re that librarian! Burgess has been telling me about you too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, says how you are the best person ever and that I would like you the minute we met.” He chuckled. Greg smirked and turned more towards you, “And she wasn’t wrong.”

You flushed, feeling the heat of your blush against your cheeks as his smirk widened. It was quiet between the two of you as the pub continued with it’s noise like it wasn’t watching the start of something amazing. Greg then spoke up, getting your attention again, “Hey, I know this might seem fast but I really like talking to you.”

“I really like talking to you too.”

“Really?” He asked, his face getting red again as his smirk melted away into a nervous smile, “Well, what would you say about a date? Maybe the Blackhawks game tomorrow?”

It took quicker than you thought, but all your anxiety from the week before seemed like a long lost bad dream and you just wanted to spend some time with Greg Gerwitz.

“I would love to.”

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Anyway, Here's Wonderwall (14/?)

Day 14: Offend (also on AO3)

After showing some of the patrons how to download the “Heads Up” app to their phones, it was time to organize into teams of two. Kurt wasn’t surprised when Elliott and Dani teamed up, leaving him to pair with Blaine (he assumed Blaine’s friends pulled the same trick). Adam, being the owner, offered to be the scorekeeper; five points per card, up to ten for the final round.

Kurt found that as disappointed as he was to be missing out on more Christmas time spent with Burt, Carole, and Finn, the company he found himself in was surprisingly welcome. The game was a great way to see how much Blaine knew about some of his favorite topics (turned out, quite a few), and when channeled the right way, it so happened that they were both quite competitive.

After a few elimination rounds, it was down to two teams. “Kurt and Blaine,” Adam said, “you have 130 points, and David and Wes, you have 110. This next round is for the win, and remember the answers will now be worth ten points.”

David asked, “What does the winner get?”

“Oh, I didn’t think that far. Um, winners drink free for the rest of their stay?”

“Acceptable, carry on.”

Dani raised her head. “Hey! We would have tried harder if we’d known a bar tab was on the line!”

“Sorry, Dani,” Adam said. “Alright, the category deck is…Broadway.”

“Yes!” Kurt and Blaine shouted in unison, at the same time David groaned “Oh, come on! That’s unfair, Wes and I can’t beat that.”

“Speak for yourself,” Wes argued, “I am offended you think so lowly of my theater knowledge.”

“Fine, then you can answer; I’ll give the hints.”

Kurt looked over at the competition. “Blaine, be honest, what are our odds?”

“Really good,” Blaine said. “Wes does know his stuff, but he has to rely on hints from David, who doesn’t. We have this in the bag.” He winked, and it made Kurt’s stomach flutter a bit.

“So, Kurt, Blaine, who is giving and who is receiving?”

“They’ll find out later tonight!” Elliott shouted, triggering a round of laughter and a blush from Kurt. He was gonna kill him… after he tamped down an impending hard on thanks to that image now in his head. Think of the mailman, that’s what Finn says.

“I’ll give the hints, Blaine will answer.”

“Good. Since you are ahead, you will go first. Get your phones ready,” Kurt tapped on the Broadway deck, hit ‘start,’ and gave the phone to Blaine who put it up to his forehead with the screen facing out. “And…go!”

The first answer appeared on the screen. Oh, this was going to be a snap, Kurt thought. “Okay, this is Sondheim, they recently did a gender-swapped Bobby…”

“Uhhh, Company!”

“Right!” Kurt watched as Blaine tilted his phone again, amused with his enthusiasm. “She was the witch in Into the Woods…”

“Um, Meryl Streep?”

“No, um, let me see… ooh, she was also Ivy’s mom in Smash.”

“Oh, Bernadette Peters!”

“Yes!”

“She was the original Glinda…”

“Kristin Chenoweth.”

“Liza Minnelli won the Oscar for this.”

“Sally Bowles?”

“In…?”

“Cabaret!”

Kurt was impressed, and not ashamed to say a little more attracted to Blaine now. The sixty seconds flew by, and when Adam confirmed they had scored eighty more points, he went to give Blaine a high five, but was shocked when he found himself in a tight hug instead.

“Yes, we rule, we are Broadway experts!” Blaine yelled into Kurt’s ear. He suddenly pulled away, as if he’d realized what he’d done. No, no, don’t stop hugging, I liked that, Kurt thought. “Um, I mean, great job, Kurt. Great teammate.” Then he pointed at the other team and said “Beat that.”

Now it was David and Wes’s turn. Wes held his phone to his forehead as the first answer appeared: Sunday In The Park With George.

“Um…pass.”

“Pass? Are you kidding me?”

“Just pass, Wes.” Wes tilted the phone up for the next answer: Cats.

“Oh, I think I know this one,” David said. “It’s got a butthole edit.”

“What?” Wes looked ill at David’s comment.

“Oh God, all the clues you could do for Cats and he chooses that?” Kurt whispered.

“Um, it’s that movie musical everyone made fun of.”

“Uhh,” Wes was struggling and appeared sweaty.

“Wes? Hey, are you okay?” David asked.

Wes, clutching his stomach, threw up on the floor in response.

#klaine advent 2021 #klaine advent: offend #anyway here's wonderwall #pink writes things #I'm at least two chapters ahead

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REYLO MODERN AU FIC RECS

Hi!! I spent my entire winter break reading reylo fics and I feel like I’ve found some gems! I’m boring and don’t like angst, so most of these are pretty fluffy, however, always read the tags before reading. Anyways, happy reading!

Already Home - College, Roommates, A/B/O, Soulmates AU - Complete - Rated E - 79k

“Oh stop being all Alpha-y.” She flexes her foot, rolling her ankle as if to prove a point, and he doesn’t miss the wince that crosses her expression. “You aren’t my Alpha, and you definitely aren't my soulmate,” she mutters.

He can’t help but let out a dry laugh. “Thank god for small mercies.”

Okay so this is a trope fest but it was so good! I’m not gonna explain the plot in depth because I think going in blind is best for this!

Baby, It's Just Biology - Professor/Student, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 113k

For Rey Jackson, trying to finish your degree in Biomedical Science at Harvard is difficult enough when you're one of the few Omegas on campus.

It's made even more difficult when your Professor is the one to trigger your heat. You can't help it, it's just your biology.

An Alpha Omega love story.

This is the perfect balance of angst, fluff and pure smut. This one Is a lot angstier than anything else on this list, but you can see every stage of this relationship and I loved it so much! Please read the tags on this one!

I’ve got you (under my skin) - Nanny/Single Parent AU - On Hiatus - Rated E - 81k

“Hi, I’m Rey. I’m here for the—”

“Nanny,” Ben blurts out dazedly, still trying to remember how to form coherent thoughts. “You’re the nanny.”

Her smile hitches up a little wider. “Well, I might be.”

Suddenly, Ben thinks he might be in for a whole new world of problems.

Because Rey Johnson is still most likely the only thing standing between him and disaster, that much hasn’t changed, not by a long shot.

And Ben can’t seem to stop staring at her mouth.

In which Ben hires Rey to watch his son... but he can’t seem to stop watching her.

Okay so I almost never read WIPs, but this one was left off in a pretty good place so don’t worry about cliffhangers or anything. I am a sucker for single dad!Ben so expect more of these. I loved this fic so much and get ready for a SMUTFEST.

Light My Fire - Rivals to Lovers, College, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 20k

When rivals Ben and Rey break into a professor's office together, it comes out that Rey might not be the Beta she thinks she is.

I’ve never been the biggest reader of enemies to lovers, until this. This was so so so good! I loved their banter so much, and this is another smutfest lol.

Peacock - Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, Neighbors AU - Complete - Rated E - 72k

Thanks to a series of misunderstandings, failed attempts at flirting, and loud Katy Perry music, Ben grows to hate his new neighbor.

Proposing to her wasn't the best solution to his problems.

This is, hands down, one of the funniest fics I have ever read. I cried actual tears because of how funny this is. Slowish burn, but their banter will keep you engaged the whole time. I love this so much!!

An Unexpected Vacation - Scientist, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 62k

“You don’t care that someone, that people will watch you fuck?” He looks two seconds away from puking. “Like multiple, multiple people will be able to describe your vagina. They’ll probably analyze it in a boardroom. Someone will feel proud about a shitty PowerPoint full of annotated pictures. They will use words like ‘arousal fluid’ and consult charts and these things will never not be digitally saved. That doesn’t bother you?”

“Are you suggesting my vagina is unworthy of analysis?”

In which Rey attempts to bolster her bank account by volunteering to fuck an Alpha in a scientific study. Plans go pear-shaped when she accidentally triggers scientist!Ben’s first Rut.

This was a really funny smutfest and I loved that. I loved Rey and Ben so much, and Ben was the perfect “I hate everyone but you” boyfriend! I love this!

She Doesn’t Normally Bite - Single Parent/Teacher AU - WIP - Rated E - 37k

Ben Solo is a single dad to 6-year old Ellis. Her teacher isn't the old-cat lady that he expects and naturally, sparks fly when they meet. Rey helps show Ben that he is allowed to be happy and the romance is DELICIOUS. There will be the happy ending we all deserve.

Both Ben and Rey have a lot to navigate, and of course - things are never straight forward.

Tw: Bens wife died when their daughter was born - whilst it is mentioned periodically, it does not form a significant part of the story. There'll also be warnings in the notes for the particular chapters it'll be mentioned in.

THIS THE ONLY WIP I WILLL EVER READ REY AND BEN ARE SO FREAKING CUTE AND ELLIS IS SUCH A CUTE KID AHHHHHHH! That is all.

Down an Inch, Up an Inch - A/B/O, Soulmates, Gym Rats AU - Complete - Rated E - 60k

Omega instructor Rey has always been the master of her domain at Rebel Belle Barre and wouldn't dream of dating an Alpha.

When her new neighbors at Supremacy Bootcamp start ruining her classes with their terrible music, she storms over to give them a piece of her mind. She challenges the beefy ex-Marine owner Ben Solo to a plank-off and the loser has to take the other's class. When they spark an unusual connection, can Rey stay away for long?

Has she bitten off more than she can chew with the gentle giant Alpha with the warm, sad eyes?

SMUT FREAKING FESTTTTT. Okay but I loved these two so much, even though I am opposed to working out in any shape or form! I love the non-traditional soulmate part, and I really loved Rey in this.

Tea for Two - Enemies to Lovers, University Setting AU - Complete - Rated E - 67k

'"This is a tea house, you know." The plummy, ultra-posh voice startled Rey Kenobi from her day-dreaming, almost spilling the scalding hot coffee over her chest.'

Rey, an American former hacker, turned cyber security expert, has been commissioned by Oxford University to protect their systems from hackers. Unfortunately, she has to work closely with Professor Ben Solo, Merton Professor of English Literature who also happens to be Lord Ben Solo, member of the English peerage. And an unmitigated snob.

She drinks coffee. He drinks tea. He only reads classic literature. She reads Marvel comics. He is nobility. She is a nobody.

Things should go swimmingly, shouldn't it?

SO. MUCH. UNRESOLVED. SEXUAL. TENSION. I loved the slow burn aspect because I sat in bed because I was waiting for them to bone for so long. And after they bone its a smut and fluff-fest I loved this so much!

And They Were Roommates - Roommates, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 49k

“This isn’t going to work.” He points a finger between the two of them. “This arrangement.”

Her eyes narrow. “You didn’t put any specifications on who could apply.”

“Yeah…” He rubs the back of his neck then, the action making it look longer, making her wonder what it might feel like under her fingers. “You have to know that this isn’t a good idea.”

She knows what he means, she does—but she’s so tired of being brushed aside for her designation that she challenges him anyway. “And why not?”

His eyes bore into hers, his expression blank as he says, “Because I can tell how much scent-block you put on—and I can still smell you.”

In which Rey’s new roommate turns out to be a lot more than she bargained for.

EVEN. MORE. UNRESOLVED. SEXUAL. TENSION. Like these two would be eating cereal and I would be chanting, “bone! bone! bone!” the whole time. I loved these two, and the family aspect of this one was so good.

Imprints - A/B/O, Boss/Employee AU - Complete - Rated E - 74k

“I was happy you’ll be working with someone you know. He’ll take good care of you.”

Take good care of you.

The words send a shiver down her spine, sparking memories that flood her with embarrassment. She feels a strange itch just below her ear, her gland giving a phantom pulse as if her body remembers the incident even still.

Suddenly her triumph fades into dread, the idea of working here leaving a hollow pit in her stomach. Poe is still talking, but she doesn’t hear most of it. Her mind is firmly trapped in the vivid memories of six years ago— in a moment she wishes she could forget.

By the time she hangs up the phone— she isn’t sure anymore if she can do this.

Okay so this is pretty popular so I wont say too much, but it lives up to the hype. Smutfest, fluff and angst rolled into one beautiful fic!

Bespoke - Enemies to Lovers, Boss/Employee (?) AU - Complete - Rated E - 38k

When new stylist Rey Jackson receives a request to dress the hottest (and most unfashionable) new actor in Hollywood, she gets a lot more than she bargained for.

Mentally AND physically.

Because Ben Solo is freaking massive.

THIS WAS SO HOT OMG! Smutfest but also super cute. Another “I hate everyone but you” version of Ben I fell in love with. Loved this!

Incognito - Coworkers AU - Complete - Rated E - 30k

“Somehow Rey’s coworkers find out about her Daddy kink. They all kink shame her for it, except her coworker Ben. He has something else in mind.”

This was so funny! Ben and Rey were so cute, and I love Finn and Rose in this too! This was great!

A Home For Christmas - Single Parent, Sugar Daddy AU - Complete - Rated E - 109k

Rey is a struggling single mother who needs to do right by her daughter, even if it means she needs to steal. Ben is sad and lonely, recently divorced for the second time. When Rey's daughter picks him to help her find her mom, their paths cross and their Christmas becomes a little more bright.

This was so freaking cute OMG!! I know I say that a lot, but this was so adorable! I loved Ben and Rey so much, but Nova was obviously the star of the show. I cannot recommend this enough!

Unsuppressed - Office, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 49k

Rey had only ever encountered two Alphas in her entire life that had been unsuppressed. And now this third one that stunk up the entire building. Not that it stunk, his scent. In fact, it was the most delicious thing Rey had ever smelled. ///////////////////////////////////// Ben Solo closed his eyes as he rode down the elevator from the 40th floor to the lobby, trying not to reach up to his glands to scratch them. Somehow, it felt like he always caught the elevator that was dripping in the Omega’s scent. The one that wandered around the building without any suppressants. The one that smelled better than any Omega he had ever smelled before.

STRAIGHT FLUFF AND SMUT OMFG!!! I loved this so freaking much! This was whatever the opposite of unresolved sexual tension and slow burn. Like Ben and Rey tried to make this a slow burn but they could not keep their hands off of each other. I loved this!

Sunshine and Gunpowder - Hitman, Surprise Parents AU - Complete - Rated E - 48k

She’s a teacher who would do anything to protect her student. He’s a glorified hitman with a heart of black gold.

Together, they make up odd halves of a beautiful whole.

THIS WAS SO CUTE!! Like, yes, I know Ben is a hitman, but when I tell you he was the softest hit man I have ever read, Temiri was so cute in this! I loved Ben and Rey, and their UST made me love them even more. Han and Leia are also hilarious in this!

It Takes a Village - A/B/O, Surprise Parents AU - Complete - Rated E - 40k

Who knew that all it would take for Rey Johnson to interact with her enigmatic Alpha neighbor without wanting to melt into a puddle of hormones was a baby being abandoned at her doorstep?

Not her. That was for sure.

THIS IS THE CUTEST ONE YET! I REREAD THIS QUITE OFTEN! LIKE AHHHHHHH SO FREAKING FLUFFY! NOT EVEN A WHISPER OF ANGST AND A LOT OF SMUT I LOVED THIS SO FREAKING MUCH AHHHH! AND THE EPILOGUE MADE ME CRY!

Sensual Storytime - Office AU - Complete - Rated E - 23k

When Rey Johnson starts a new job, her initially antagonistic relationship with Ben Solo from IT turns into friendship... and maybe something more.

Little does she know he also moonlights as Kylo Ren, the creator of her favorite audio erotica. One day at the office, worlds collide, and she realizes the sweater vest-wearing nerd of her dreams is also the tattooed fantasy man she listens to while getting off every night...

THIS IS MY FAVORITE REYLO FIC EVER. I RECOMMEND THIS TO PEOPLE WHO DON’T EVEN LIKE STAR WARS! THIS IS COWORKER BANTER LIKE NO OTHER. AND THE SMUT ? UNPARALLELED. READ THIS NOW!

That is all I have time for right now, but I’ll make another list later if anyone would like that! Please take care of yourself and have a great day!

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