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No chill

Plug!Connie x black reader

Ever since you and Connie first had sex, he’s had NO chill.Connie didn’t necessarily do anything for you to block him, he only gave you the best dick and aftercare of your life and damn near had you in love with him.

That’s why he absolutely HAD to be blocked otherwise you would’ve probably be impregnated with his seed right now! Per your request.

You knew Connie had been trying to get in contact with you from the various text now numbers that have swarmed your phone since the morning he woke up expecting to see you on his bed side, only for him to wake up to you long gone with no way of contacting you.

His first instinct that morning was to text your mutual friend Sasha and figure out what the fuck was going on, there was absolutely no way in hell you were about to give him some heavenly pussy and then block him on everything including TikTok.

Connie had to find a way to see you and if you weren’t going to face him like the grown woman you claim you are he would have to come up with a way to make you see him.

You sprayed your face with the urban decay all nighter setting spray, the night you were about to have with your friends Sasha and Mikasa you needed your makeup on all damn night!

Just finished flat ironing that all black 30 inch buss down, applying gloss, and blinking the FUCK out your mink eyelashes, you felt unstoppable right now.

The outfit you wore was basic, but the face made up for it, besides according to Sasha she was just throwing a small kickback with a few familiar friends EXCLUDING Connie.

You had to make sure the excluding Connie was very much mentioned when she pitched the idea, and she promised you that he wouldn’t be there even tho she had no idea why you don’t want him around you anyway.

You couldn’t tell her cause it would be far to embarrassing to say “I can’t be around him because the dick is toooo good and I’m gonna become an obsessed dickmatized slut if I keep talking to him”

Not that it was any of their business anyway.

As you were getting lost in your thoughts you got a text from your group chat

“Y/nnnnn we’re outsideeee”

Getting up so excitedly after not being out the house for so long, it felt nice to finally get out the house and even it was for just for a few moments.

Walking out of your apartment doors you spot Sasha’s blacked out kia k5, sash in the passenger since Mika didn’t drink she would’ve been the designated driver.

Hopping in the car happy as fuck! To see your girls after a long time, when you got in reaching up to the front to give them hugs you noticed the opened Don Julio and Hennessy bottles sitting under Sasha feet.

“Damn bitch you started without me?”laughing as she was already bending down to pass you one of the bottles

“I’m sorry pookie I couldn’t wait, you know I wasn’t gone leave you hanging tho” sash responded laughing obviously tipsy

Taking your sip twisting your face as the burning sensation hit the back of your throat, it was never a feeling you could get used to.

The effects you loved tho.

Mikasa driving while west district by party next door played had you zoned out and before you knew it you were outside of Sasha’s big ass house

Multiple cars parked around the block, and at this point you were confused cause it was supposed to be a small kick back??

“Umm Sasha this is a big ass party” you could literally even see people splashing around in the pool.

“It was supposed to fucking be” she said visibly upset

She seemed to have sobered up seeing all these people here, it was evident that she didn’t know all these people were gonna be here.

She immediately got up and stormed inside looking to see where would yall friend group be since somebody in there had to be the culprit that told one to many mofucking people, and of course you and Mika stormed right behind her cause who was running they mouth like that.

as soon as y’all spotted yall group you all stormed over there

Until you spotted a familiar face that had you stopping in your tracks.

Upon Sasha running up to the corner the resided in heads turned toward her, seeing Sasha Connie instantly turned his head past her looking for you.

And he seen you, frozen and confused, his eyes seemed to have darken looking at you, and you didn’t know what thoughts ran through his head you just know they weren’t good ones.

Slipping past an upset Sasha making his way towards you his brown eyes locked on yours.

You don’t know why you didn’t move, walk away, or just leave.

Part of you wanted to see him yes possibly for an apology maybe but the other part really didn’t, I mean there was a reason you blocked him right?

His hand touched yours bringing you out of your thoughts, you weren’t scared just confused because why is he not mad at you?

“Hi..?” The tone of confusion is very evident on your voice

Connie didn’t respond with words, instead he quickly wrapped his hand around your neck bringing you face to face.

“Why’d you block me y/n”

You were to stunned and turned on to speak, his grip tightened around your neck making you whimper and close your eyes

“You don’t wanna speak baby? Mhm k” he let go of your neck and grabbed your hand leading you to the steps of the home

The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy as You could only imagine what he was about to do to you.

“Mmph mmphhhhh”

The squelching as Connie fucking your throat was absolutely disgusting.

His hands resided on the sides of your face roughly thrusting into your mouth as you sat in front of him on your knees, spit dripping down his shaft and down your chin.

“Ouuu fuck ma” Connie hisses

“You don’t wanna tell me why? Ima just have to fuck it out of you baby”

He gripped your hair, pulling you away from his dick, gasping for air as you came up.

With one hand on your hair and the other resting below your chin he looked down at you

“Open your mouth” complying with no further complaints Connie spat directly on to your tongue not letting you swallow before sticking his fingers down your mouth.

Pushing you backward onto the bed he sat on his knees, grabbing your thighs before licking a long stripe up to your clit.

The moan you let out was audible, your skirt still on thong to the side as Connie constantly lapped up on your juices.

The fingers that were previously in your mouth began to rub ferociously at your clit while he tongue fucked you.

You Tried to push his head away, an unsuccessful attempt to get away from the brutal pleasure you were receiving

It was all to much

“Co-con pleaseee, oh myyy FUCKKK”

The orgasm washed over you quicker than you anticipated it to.

Your juices rushing out against his face as he desperately tried to suck up every last drop, while rubbing against your clit with his four fingers.

It was all to much and you felt like you seriously couldn’t take it, not when even after you squirted all on his face he still was licking your soaked slit.

“Mmphhh”, his long arms wrapped around your thighs as you tried to run as he kept his face nuzzled into your pussy.

“Stop trynna run from me mama” his arms had your legs on lock you couldn’t move

“He gave your sensitive bud one last lick before he came up gripping your neck pulling you in for the sloppiest kiss.

“Vas a decirme por qué me bloqueaste, incluso si tengo que joderte, bebé”

You had no idea what he just said, but to be honest you don’t really care with the way he had your ankles resting on his shoulders, just watching him stroke his thick veiny shaft.

His reddened tip had pre cum leaking out of it

He took his thumb and wiped some of it sticking his thumb in your mouth making you moan at the salty taste

“You so wet for me mama” he moaned sliding his tip up your slit

The gasp you both let out as he slipped inside of you was universal

He laid his head by yours as you wrapped your legs and arms around

Moaning at the feeling of his thick cock stretching out your warm walls

The feeling was so so good it had you moaning at the thought of just getting fucked by him.

“Connie m-move please baby”

He followed your command slowly pushing more in groaning slightly

“You want me to fuck you baby?”

“Mhm hmmm” you answered so quickly shaking your head

“No y/n I told you this last time” he said grabbing your chin lightly slapping your face “do you want me to fuck you?” The whine you let out was so desperate.

He was so sexy being this dominant

“Yes Connie please fuck me”

His thrust sped up immediately

Your neck was his hands resting place as he fucked into you

You felt so good right now his moans in sync with yours

In fact everything was in sync

The rhythm of everything matched together perfect like a puzzle piece

His hot heavy breathing in your air had you feral

“Oh my fu… Connie you’re so deeppp”

You swear you felt him in your brainnnnn, this is why you couldn’t keep talking to this man he was hitting it so right.

“Where you feel me at baby”

You couldn’t respond, not with the way he was fucking on you

“Y/n talk to me” he wanted you to speak cause he had a lot of things to question you about.

“Con I can’t” you cried out, eyes shut legs shaking, and your orgasm nearing

“Oh yes you can mama, if You can tell me you can’t you can tell me where you feel this dick y/n”

You moaned, he was talking to you so nasty and you loved it

“I feel it baby” you whined in response

“right here” your hand lightly rested on the bottom of your stomach

His hand reach down pressing onto your lower abdomen making your mouth form an O shape

“Oh shit connieee fuck”

“Mhmm I know mami, I know”

The pressure, combined with his slow sloppy strokes had you about to come.

“Connie I’m gonna cum, oh fuck I’m gonna cum”

The words were rushing out of your mouth quicker than you can think.

“Cum for me baby, cum on this dick baby”

And that you did with a long drawn out moan you were squirting and creaming all over his throbbing dick.

“Oh fuck ma” his thrust were slowing down trying not to nut with you

“Intentas volverme loco en este coño y dejarte embarazada, ¿eh?”

He pulled out slowly rubbing against your slit

“Turn around and get on all fours”

“Connie.” You puffed out of breath

“Nah turn around, you still gotta tell me why you blocked me mama.”

AHHHH I need him so bad

Did y’all like it? And as always not proof read

The first ep of influencer island is coming….once I start writing it 🙂‍↕️

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LUV THIS SHIT | eren yeager.

‍ ‍ ☆. warnings — 3.1k. fem!reader, eren’s pent up from working out, asmr sexting, submissive reader, impact play [ face smack, spanking ] public arousal, indecent behavior, mating press, f!oral, fingering, profanity, established relationship, lots of making out, unprotected sex, eren’s aggressive, floor sex, riding, creampie, artist!reader, pet names, reader has black features, minors aren't allowed! 

‍ merry christmas! ♡

eren starts his day the same every morning. the alarm goes off at six o'clock which is never your favorite thing to hear considering you're not an early bird. usually groaning in your state of sleep and tugging the blankets away from him after he kisses you on your forehead and steps out of bed. you always snuggle on his side before the warmth he created grows cold. proceeds to take a steaming hot shower, tilting his neck back to let the heavy beats of water dampen his long hair. lathers his body with african black soap you picked up from a shop while SONDER plays from his speaker, careful not to blast it too loud to wake you up. it's your off day so he's respecting your wishes to hibernate all day.

he honestly hates leaving you alone in bed. sue him but being your little spoon is the best thing he's ever known. he's never slept so good in his life until he met you. never knew it felt so comfortable being in another persons arms. eren’s next step is to dress for the gym, the only reason he's up this early three times out of the week. a dark gray towel is wrapped low around his slim waist, tatted chest and arms running with water droplets as he wipes the foggy mirror clear to see his reflection. washing his face with a kale, spinach, and green tea cleanser along with brushing his teeth, cleaning his tongue with a scraper and gargling mouthwash. he forgets to do this backwards sometimes considering he has to eat first. the taste lingers and makes his food nasty.

afterwards, he’s moisturizing his face with cerave healing ointment and his pouty cotton candy lips with one of your babylips sticks. lathering his body in vaseline coca butter lotion and slipping on a olive green colored sweatpants with a black cropped metallica muscle tank, wrapping a matching black bandanna over the top of his towel-dried chestnut hair. he spritz this cologne you picked up at the mall when thinking of him called art deco amberwood by clive christian. makes you fall to your knees to suck him off every time now that he thinks about it.

by then it's near seven and he's down in the kitchen with his black airpod max’s over his ears listening to jazz while he blends his smoothie with spinach, kale, strawberries, blueberries, and pineapples. he gulps that down after filling a mason jar completely. and for further consumption, he makes avocado toast topped with chia seeds, himalayan salt and pepper and two strips of bacon each.

before he leaves he makes sure to run back up the stairs to double check on you to see if you needed anything before he left such as picking up a coffee from dunkin or anything from the art supply store. he peaks his head through the door to see you sprawled out, mouth open and snoring peacefully, cuddling his pillow. he smiles to himself, mumbling ‘my pretty girl’ before quietly tiptoeing close to the king-sized bed with satin sheets to give you a kiss or two before heading out, moving your bonnet aside to whisper that he loves you.

he's got his gym bag and his car keys when he leaves, taking the elevator down the parking lot of the loft you two live in, three years now. he finds his car parked directly next to yours. cute. the pretty wolf gray kia k5 besides his onyx lexus rc 300. there's a gym located in the building but he prefers the one your brother owns a few minutes out of the area.

it's around ten o'clock when you fully wake up, missing his presence already and pouting about it before heading to the shower yourself. sitting in a towel for a full hour stuck on tiktok and getting a craving for samyang carbonara noodles and rice cakes. it's really the only thing that made you leave the house today, throwing on a pair of eren’s gray nike shorts you had to roll up to properly sit on your hips, and a black tank, jewelry remaining on your skin everyday from layered necklaces to multiple bracelets. 

you're sitting in the starbucks drive thru which has an incredibly long line but you're not minding the wait, craving a pink drink suddenly. the sun was hitting nicely into your car so you decide to take photos to pass a little time, thumb slipping and accidentally opening the voice memos app with only four recordings, one of them fairly new. created about two weeks ago and you vaguely remember that night. it's about an hour and fifteen minutes long

'luv this shit <3’ is what it's titled. not remembering exactly how it went. you and eren only used this app whenever you're having sex, meaning those four audios were strictly nsfw. you bite your lip in curiosity, deciding to press play to hear it, flinching when you hear how loud you were screaming on top of forgetting that your phone is connected to your cars bluetooth. you swallow in panic, turning it off and sitting back in silence, twiddling your fingers, becoming impatient with the line now because you wanted to hear it. it had to be something the two of you made when you were intoxicated. or else you would've remembered it.

you've retrieved your pink drink, and now it was time to park, too impatient to wait and hear this. sipping your drink, you get comfortable, holding your phones speaker to your ear and pressing play yet again. there's music playing in the background, luv this shit by august alsina in specific, now you knew where the title came from. probably eren’s doing. a rush of heat swarms your cheeks and gut as you hear your boyfriend’s voice, deep and stern as he talks to you while skin connects and your moans overshadow the music. the sound of you kissing wetly makes you shift in your seat, feeling his soft lips on yours at the moment. you loved kissing him.

it lasts for about two minutes before eren’s voice becomes louder than yours when he's fucking you hard, your voice muffled by your hand you assume, doing that a lot since you think you're too loud. “let me fuckin’ hear it,” there's his voice again, unconsciously whimpering along with yourself in the audio. eren’s whining with you, the two of you gasping and listening to how wet you were. a loud smack erupts and you're crying his name, the memory slowly coming back. he smacked your face. the jewelry on his wrist prominent when he does it again, this time it's the outside of your thigh.

“rennnnnn! fuh-uuck.”

“i hear you, baby. come on, come on, come on, cum, cum, cum.” with every thrust he gets louder, hissing as your pussy constricts around his dick. “that's it, pretty. yeah.”

you nearly spill your drink over your lap, the cup slowly slipping from your grip after you zoned out, catching it quick and collecting yourself, setting it in the cup holder. you need to leave. actually, you need to send this to him. he has to be done at the gym by now. then again, you're never sure with him. the man could work out all day if he wanted.

being risky, you grin, pulling up his contact and sending him the audio, following with a text that said . . .

NEW MESSAGE

kuromi princess hello kitty baby star ♡

don't we sound pretty? <3

follicles of eren's hair stick to his sweaty forehead, putting it up before he started his workout, going on for about three hours now. RICH FLEX blasts in his headphones. the neckline of his top is doused with sweat, removing the boxing gloves off his hands to sit down and gulp a full bottle of water. checking his phone, he sees your message. lifting his brow at the audio you had sent, reading your response, and clicking it without hesitating. immediately when he hears your desperate pleading and skin smacking, his pupils dilate, clenching his jaw and checking his surroundings. not many people were in this area of the gym.

“fuck me, baby. fuck me, baby. fuck me, babyyy,” eren listens with wide eyes as he hears your pretty moans, skipping through the audio to hear bits and pieces.

“yeah, speak to me like that.”

eren grows shamelessly aroused from what he's hearing, swallowing hard and shifting his dick back in place, breathing heavier. he's mad at you. mad because you know he's in public and he gets easily turned on by anything regarding you. whether it be your scent, your smile, your eyes, or your fucking voice. when you talk, or scream his name. it's all the same. he's triggered by it all. and you know this, so why test him? not to mention the two of you haven't been sexually active because you've been caught up with work and painting and he's been working doubles. the only time you spend together is brief mornings in bed or one day weekends, usually sleeping all day or being lazy.

all he can think of this moment is fucking you rough and raw. gathering his belongings without another thought and sending you a brief text.

pretty boy ren <3

yea, okay.

it's so stressful walking with a hard dick, and eren really can't wait until he gets home to fuck you up. such a dirty girl needing to be put in place. he forgets his headphones have noise cancellation, so when he's speeding home like a dummy, music continues to thrum in his ears, acting like a complete madman. exactly five minutes before he enters the apartment, you're sitting in your usual corner of the loft where you've made your art station. sitting on the ground while incense flows and sza’s new album plays soundly. a canvas laying on the ground where you sat on a cushion, finger painting a collage of the weeknd’s discography since it's the 11th anniversary for echoes of silence. unaware of the message you received.

that is until you hear the familiar sound of keys jangling and in a matter of seconds, the front door flies open, there standing a big, tall, visibly irritated man. your eyes go wide from seeing him, eren kicking off his shoes, heavy feet stomping towards you and you sit up with curiosity, trying your hardest to hide your devious smile. you knew it'd have that effect on him. eren’s hot hand grabs your jaw fervently, clenching his before yanking your face close to his to connect your lips in a heated kiss. smacking his lips roughly over yours, moaning into his mouth, his eyes focused on your face as you close your eyes too comfortably for his liking. as if you're not in trouble for the shit you pulled.

your hands kept to yourself on either side of his wide shoulders, eren dragging you down to lay on your back onto the cushion you previously sat on, slipping off the black panties covering your neglected pussy, weeping, and waiting for him to get home to do exactly this. staring up at him with glee in your eyes, it's the opposite in his. he can't hear a thing you say because of his headphones, not bothering to toss them off because the only thing on his mind is sliding his dick inside of you and getting his nut off.

raising your knees without his help, he's pushing them further up to your chest, folding you still before arching his neck to release globs of spit onto your cunt three times max, each one emitting a ‘puh’ sound. you clench from his dirty act. his big body hovers over yours, heavy dick practically drenched in precum resting on your mound before eren angles his hips to slip into you. he doesn't give you time to brace yourself, gasping as he groans and thrusts his hips fast, your skin clapping and body jerking under him. beautiful green irises switching darker as he stares into your soul, your moans faintly being heard.

“think you fuckin slick, baby?” eren rasps, your mouth agape, his grip on your thighs harsh. “did that shit on purpose just so i can fuck that pretty pussy stupid on my cock, right?”

“y-yess,” he watches you nod drunkenly, your hands digging on your sides into the rug beneath you. every pound into your slick pussy vibrates into your throat, following his rhythm. happy tears brim your eyes.

“s’okay. ‘cause i got something for you.”

his pace hastens, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he drills deep, jackhammering almost, like a needy, inexperienced boy. your cunts squelching loud, hand pressing at his abdomen in attempt to slow him down but he only fucks you harder, air knocking from your lungs. it's so fucking hot the way he's handling you right now, like he's been so deprived of you for so long he couldn't stand it. couldn't even take his clothes fully off, keeping every piece on because he needed you that badly.

“ooh, i'm fucking cumming. ssss, fuck,” eren moans. you squeal as eren takes both your arms and crosses them over your tummy, holding them there while he puts his weight on you and grunts in your face. sweat dampening his bandanna, breath mixing with yours as he cums inside you. coating your walls with thick spurts of white. your knees buckle from the feeling, his lower halve twitching from the rush.

eren licks his lips, stilling his movements to take a breather, knocking back one of the ears to his airpods to hear how desperate you sound, slowly pulling his dick out, still hard.

“eren, i didn't cum,” you whine, squirming with an attitude.

“i think i knew that.”

you put your middle finger up to him for his smart ass tone, eren arching a brow and scooping you up without another word. smiling, you cling to him as he moves towards the couch, deciding to stay seated on the floor, lifting you so you sit on his lap. his cock resting on his stomach where you're able to see toned abs and a dark, neatly trimmed happy trail to match your cute brazilian strip all cause of that slutty, grunge crop top he has on. his back rests against the furniture. you take the initiative to remove these stupid headphones so you could put your hands and mouth around his neck.

“i don’t think you understand how much i thought about fuckin’ you today. you really fuckin’ don’t.” eren lands a heavy hand on your ass causing you to jump and scoot forward from leaning back on his knees. “could barely fucking focus. all because you sent me that shit.”

“and because you miss me,” you whisper, delicately skimming your lips over his, arching into him as he spreads your ass cheeks apart after smoothing over them. spanking you hard on either side until you gasp into his mouth and he could kiss you again.

“sink on it real slow,” eren taps your clit with the tip to say he wants it done now. sucking on your lip, you raise yourself till he's kissing the entrance and gently easing down, indenting crescent moons into his broad shoulders momentarily. dragging your hands to your waist, you rub over your body, hissing and throwing your head back, feeling a storm of euphoria fuel you. eren hums in fascination as you lose yourself in the bond.

“g’na say sorry with your pussy, baby?” eren taunts in a baby-like tone.

“mhmm,” what eren wants, eren gets. and if he wanted you to ride his dick you were going to. getting up on the tips of your toes and rode only on the tip first, eren choking on his spit with brows furrowed and praising you. soon, inching lower to bounce yourself up and down to his liking, being sure to clench your walls a little tighter just to hear him whine. when eren gets really feral he gets really loud. unable to control what his vocal cords let out. he used to think it was embarrassing, but the two of you have shared enough time together to dismiss judgment. he sounds so pretty when he's getting fucked good.

“shit, you keep fuckin’ me like that m’ not gonna last,” ignoring him, you continue to clap your ass down, skin interaction picking back up, eren’s hands on your hips just for leverage. he never needs to guide you. a few squeezes occasionally since he's so sensitive. painfully aroused it makes no sense.

“i can't last long,” you warn, pawing at his chest as you raise your ass and fuck him faster, eren moaning and helping you out by pounding up into you. you fall forward into his arms, yanking you down each time you'd rise back up. smacking your ass just to hear your voice pick up. “eren, fuck baby!”

“unh huh, keep goin’,” eren’s face scrunches up, whining in your ear while keeping one of his tatted arms wrapped around your backside. your thighs begin to burn but you know stopping isn't an option when he sounds that good in your ear. eren gets aggressive and hits into you harder, same time ass you drop down with more force, tugging at his hair and he whimpers your name.  “keep that shit up, baby. yeahh.”

it feels so good you start crying, missing this so much. holding onto him for dear life as he somehow moves quicker, slouching in his spot so his neck settles back onto the couch, slipping his right hand under your right thigh and raising his hips to fuck up into you, lifting you like you're one of his weights at the gym. you watch as he mumbles ‘fuck’ with his eyes scrolled back and mouth wide open, jawline sharp, and adam’s apple in his throat prominent. he looked so fucking good right now you just had to kiss his neck. eren hitting that spot so good you can't control yourself from screaming, mouthing at his neck and leaving hickeys. he smells good, hints of musk and that damn cologne you love, feels good, looks even better. then wonders why you act the way you did. he’s made a monster.

“you fuck me so good, ‘ren. love you so much, missed you so much,” at this point you're babbling, saying anything that comes from your brain mindlessly. it's enough to make eren bellow streams of curses before hiking your ass off and nutting over your back, eren releasing a high-pitched gasp as he stares up at the ceiling in a daze. vision blurry. 

before you complain, eren’s lifting you higher and scoots further down to sit you on his face, hot mouth munching on your soaked cunt with puffy lips. your eyes cross and you scream into the air, gripping the couch as he slides two fingers, middle and pointer, deep into your hole, thrusting while his fat tongue laps at your clit, silver cuban link on his wrist cold on your stomach. he's swallowing your arousal like he's drinking a glass of water, moaning into your pussy and spanking your ass with his unoccupied hand.

“oh my . . .  god,” you're breathless as you cum, legs twitching and squealing from the intensity of your orgasm, losing balance and falling forward. eren smirks and smacks your ass one last time before moving from below you, sitting on his knees behind you and pushing your back down to fix your arch, turning your head to face him, fucked out face staring at him like he was crazy for putting his dick back inside you. you already feel so sore. 

eren arches his brow. “oh, you thought i was done?” 

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Part 1 of and so with the sunshine: the fire island chronicles Prompted by: @beyondxmeasure

🥛 right or wrong i can't get along without you by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords [NR, 3K] Jackson Fuller disappears and everyone fears the worst - until he turns up in San Fransisco asking Tim for help. Prompted by: @arbor-tristis

🥛 i've got my love to keep me warm by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords [T, 6K] Mary brings Tim to a Christmas party at Hawk's mother's house. Prompted by: @ishipallthings

🥛 Kiss of Fire by drabbleswabbles* [NR, 2K] Tim pays a matchmaker to set him up on a blind date. Things do not go according to plan. Prompted by: @ishipallthings

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🥛 my boy by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords [G, 783] Tim wants to know who Hawk belongs to. The answer isn't what he expects. Prompted by: anonymous

🥛 Within The Heart of Me  by drabbleswabbles* [NR, 9K] Lucy goes to the hospital to talk to Tim. When she arrives, Hawk is already there.

Otherwise known as a prompt fill that wanders a bit off the mark, but is close enough in spirit to give credit where credit is due as far as inspiration goes. Prompted by: @beyondxmeasure

🥛 Darkness Before the Dawn  by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific [NR, 1K] It’s June 1944, following the US offensive against the German-led Caesar line that tore through a small squad of the 141st Regiment, killing two men and wounding others, along with Sergeant Hawkins Fuller. Following the blast of the Nazi’s K5 railway gun, he underwent surgery to repair sustained shrapnel damage and is now recovering in the Army’s 32nd Evac Hospital. In the bed next to him lies Corporal Marcus Gaines from the 85th Infantry Division, also wounded in action.

Or, the story of how Hawk and Marcus met. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 you just make my whole world weep (i'm at your feet)  by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [E, 1K] Even now the thought of the shape of his mouth imprinted on Tim's skin makes him shudder as he slides down Tim's body past his ridiculous Christmas sweater.

Or, a blowjob scene that went very differently. Prompted by: @startagainbuttercup

🥛 Let Me Shower You With My Love  by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific [M, 7K] Hawk helps Tim in the shower.

A 1986 canon divergent fix-it. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 like being home  by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup  When Hawk turns eighteen, he expects the name of Kenneth Willard to appear on his skin, tattooed on his arm or his leg, a soulmate mark that bonds you forever with the person you belong to.

Hawk doesn't know what you're supposed to feel for your soulmate, but what he feels for Kenny, his sweet Kenny must be very close, or at least Hawk thinks it is.

Or, a soulmate AU one person asked for and I still managed to do it wrong. Prompted by: @ishipallthings

🥛 I Belong to You  by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific [E, 2K] This isn’t even close to how he saw their night ending, but here they are, and if Tim wants it rough, who is Hawk to deny him?

Or, the ‘Hit me.’ scene… but a little different. In which Hawk still hits Tim, just not where you think. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 Please Ease My Pain.  by Southernkiss* [E, 3K] As the four men shed their clothing, their motivations varied. Some sought to satiate a thirst that could never be quenched, while others craved the rush of dominance. But little did they know, their desires would lead them down a path of self-discovery and into a twisted reality they never could have imagined. The darkness that resided within them and in this new world consumed them, tainting every aspect of their beings. And as they delved deeper into this abyss, they soon realized the true consequences of their actions. Prompted by: @doodlingawaits

🥛 gold-skinned, eager baby  by @lispenard-street | lispenardstreet [E, 10K] Tim sets out for Fire Island with a single goal: to dig Hawk out of his pit of self-destruction.

As it turns out, Hawk is after something else entirely.

A 1979 fix-it… of sorts. Prompted by: @lispenard-street

🥛 you should be in my space (you should be in my life)  by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [E, 3K] What if Tim let Hawk touch him during their mutual masturbation session. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 In my nothing, you meant everything to me.by @in-our-special-place |  Cupping_Cakes [M, 636] Her body trembled with conflicting emotions—a slight tingle of pain for being unfaithful, but also a wave of happiness for finally feeling desired. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 make sure he knows by b3y0ndm3asur3* [G, 693] “How did you manage it?” Marcus asks Hawk, not making eye contact.

Hawk squints at him, head pounding from the amount of liquor he’s consumed over the past couple of days. “Manage what?”

There’s a pause. Hawk watches Marcus swallow. “Losing a kid,” he says eventually through gritted teeth, like he has to force the words out. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 is it over now? by @satelarry | satelarry [M, 42K] Seeing the love of your life walk away without being able to tell him that you love him has to be one of the worst situations a person can go through. But Hawk decided to fulfill Tim's request, knowing it will be the last.

What happens when he wakes up, 18 years before, with the knowledge of what's going to happen if he makes the same decisions?

Does the ending always stay the same?

Or, the Time Travel AU in which the only thing ruining Hawk's plan is Tim's stubbornness. Prompted by: @ishipallthings

🥛 In his voice I heard decay, the plastic face forced to portray. by @in-our-special-place | Cupping_Cakes [M, 557] Marcus finally broke the silence, his voice heavy with sorrow. 'Hawk,' he said, his gaze fixed on his glass. 'I have something to tell you.' Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 So simple now by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [G, 581] Hawk has loved Tim his whole life, too. He's loved him since the minute he saw him smiling adorably on that election night. He's loved him since the moment he felt him writhing in his arms, lost in pleasure. He's loved him for thousands of years, even before he was born. He loved him every second of every minute he spent with him, and he loved him even more when they were apart.

Or, the "I have loved you my whole life…" scene, but in Hawk's POV, a lot of overwhelming feelings. Prompted by: @lispenard-street

🥛 I'll follow you down and I am here right beside you. by @in-our-special-place | Cupping_Cakes [E, 1K] Tim's eyes were filled with a mix of satisfaction and sadness, as if he too felt the ache of their lost connection. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 There’s no place I'd rather you be than with me. by @in-our-special-place |Cupping_Cakes [E, 719] Their embrace was raw and primal, fueled by the angst of wanting each other but being afraid to admit it. Prompted by: @ishipallthings

🥛 something i can't go without by @satelarry | satelarry [E, 7K] Hawk goes to Fire Island to escape dealing with his feelings but that isn't far away from Tim's kind heart. Perhaps he doesn't want it to be.

Or, The Meat Rack AU. Prompted by: @beyondxmeasure

🥛 Just keep on usin' me Until you use me up. by Southernkiss* [E, 1K] Tim could feel Hawk's hot breath on his neck as he whispered in his ear, 'You want to be loud, Tim? Well, go ahead. I want to hear you.' Prompted by: @deputy-buck

🥛 Yours forever anyway by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 733] Hawk and Tim dance together. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 Until next time by @lovebunnie | space_kid [T, 1K] There was a moment in time where he could have run into Tim in this hospital with his newborn baby. He could have seen the devastation in his eyes as the betrayal became real, no more an abstract concept born in the early hours of the morning. Hawk had just missed watching Tim lay eyes on his son for the first time. He itched for a cigarette. Prompted by: @feelingpure

🥛 He calls late at night by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [T, 1K] Hawk calls Tim after Jackson's death Prompted by: @lispenard-street & @ishipallthings

🥛 Love is an angel disguised as lust by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [E, 2K] Hawk's eyes darkened, from outshining the daytime sky to rivaling the night. His lips curved into a wicked smirk. If Tim didn't know better, he might suspect he'd just played right into Hawk's hands.

"Educate me." That wasn't exactly what Tim had intended. But, his attention caught by the glint off Hawk's wedding ring, Tim decided he could work with that. Or, the edging fic that's probably sixty percent soft. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 My religion is you by Southernkiss* [E, 734] Tim bit his lip; his body was already aching for more. 'You spank them,' he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 I wave my hands and I got you by Southernkiss* [E, 616] He belonged to him, ring on his finger or not. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 I’ll become the sea and the sea will come to kiss me by @in-our-special-place |Cupping_Cakes [M, 1K] Tim's voice was a gentle whisper. 'I know, Hawk. But I'm here. You're not alone in this.' Prompted by: @ishipallthings

🥛 We’ll be on the road like jack kerouac by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [M, 4K] He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had. The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket. An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one. “What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?” Or, Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 Like to make you comfy cozy by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] During a lazy night in bed together, Tim sings Hawk to sleep. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 So give me just a little, baby Just something to get by. by @in-our-special-place | Cupping_Cakes [E, 1.3K] Tim couldn't help but think that this was the best milk delivery he had ever received. Prompted by: @beyondxmeasure

🥛 You take my body I give you heat. by @in-our-special-place | Cupping_Cakes [E, 1K] Without hesitation, Tim bent down and began to lick the milk off of Hawk's body, savoring the taste and feel of Hawk's skin under his tongue. He traced every muscle and curve, his lips and tongue sending waves of pleasure through Hawk's body. Prompted by: @startagainbuttercup

🥛 champagne lovers  by @satelarry | satelarry [NR, 12K] It's awards season, and what better way to celebrate than with a Hawk/Tim awards AU. Whether they're strolling the red carpet together, supporting each other as they're up for awards, or just presenting something. It's up to you. Just 'tis the season for this kind of AU! Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 You taste divine  by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [E, 1.3K] Hawk joins Tim in the shower in episode 6 because he wants to kiss him…there! Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 A Star To Steer Her By by Anonymous [NR, 6K] Tim is a starship captain, Hawk is a diplomat. Things happen when Hawk arrives on Tim's ship. Or, the Star Trek AU one (1) person asked for. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 Beautiful Things by @carrotcakecrumble | LuxLox [M, 1K] I turn away from the radio I’d just been tuning, there’s a crackle and pop on the wave, but Miller’s ‘Over the rainbow’ is just about spattering through in tune. Kenny says something about how he loves this one. It could be the first time he’s hearing it, for all I know. He falls in love with everything.

A multi-chapter fic following a young Hawk and Kenny throughout their relationship, from beginning to end. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 the thrill of your sweet embrace  by @redmyeyes | redmyeyes [E, 4.4K] "Somewhere, a butterfly opened its wings."— Erik Larson, Isaac's Storm

Let's see if we can make this a fix-it. Part 5 of Fellow Travelers. Prompted by: Anonymous

🥛 all those letters unsent and that garden ungrown by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [T, 1.4K] Dear Tim, I know I promised I won't write, but I believe what I really promised is not to send you letters, and this one I'm not going to send, so it is not a violation of my promise. Skippy, I miss you more than I thought I could. It's your birthday and I can't help but think about you the whole day, you consume my every thought and I can't stop wondering, what would it be like if you were here. Or, the letters Hawk never sent. Prompted by: Anonymous

[gardenvarietycrafts]

WIP Wednesday

One sock is done, and I couldn't be happier with that gradient! It's really making me excited to finish the second sock so I can actually wear these (though It's getting a bit warm here for wool socks). I feel like I've really gotten used to using the 9" circulars, so now I'm really flying through the start of the second sock.

No pattern, they're just vanilla socks with pinned short row toes and heels.

Yarn is Willow Duo Sox in color 3 Aegean. I originally got it for 2aat (since it comes with 2 balls of yarn to make matching socks) but I think I like my 9" circulars better.

The leafs have multiplied! I've been doing one or two a day to keep myself from getting tired of knitting leaves, while still making progress. I also looked up different ways for how to make leaf garland, and I think I'm going to connect these with a crochet chain (inserting the hook through the bottom of a leaf when I want to attach one, then making the next chain by pulling the yarn through both the leaf and the chain) and then slip stitch along the chain to make it sturdier.

Pattern I'm using is below the cut, and I'd love to see if anyone else makes some leaves or a leaf garland from them!

The Leafy Leaf cowl was frogged and put in time out. I dropped the center stitch in between a line of yarn overs and ended up losing stitches and couldn't figure out how to get them back without making that leaf's lace a lot more open, so I decided to restart it later. Or not! I wasn't in love with how it was working up, so if I find a better use for that yarn I'll use it there instead.

This does mean that I'm back down to one project with the ace hat having been finished as well. Which means I'm all clear to (re)start the burgundy cardigan! I'm using a different pattern than last time I started it, and looking at it, I think the sleeves will end up too big if I follow the decreases as written, so I am probably going to wing that section and just take super careful notes so I can repeat it for the second sleeve. We're aiming for an end product I love here, that's why I've restarted this one so much.

Leaf pattern:

CO 6 stitches using Judy's magic CO or your favorite cast on for knitting from the center out. Divide the stitches so you have 3 on each needle, then knit a round.

1. *k1, yo, k1, yo, k1* ×2 (5st/needle, 10st total)

2 (and all even rounds) knit around

3. *k2, yo, k1, yo, k2* ×2 (7st/needle)

5. *k3, yo, k1, yo, k3* ×2 (9st/needle)

6. *k4, yo, k1, yo, k4* ×2 (11st/needle)

7. *ssk, k7, k2tog* ×2 (9st/needle)

9. *ssk, k5, k2tog* ×2 (7st/needle)

11. *ssk, k3, k2tog* ×2 (5st/needle)

13. *ssk, k1, k2tog* ×2 (3st/needle)

15. cdd ×2, break yarn and pull through remaining 2 loops twice, then hide tail inside the leaf

[onenettvchannel]

THIS JUST IN: Wakfu Season 5 is reportedly in development, greenlighted and confirmed -- says Ankama Animations and France Televisions [#K5NewsFMExclusive]

(Written by Rhayniel Saldasal Calimpong / Freelanced News Writer, Online Media Reporter and News Presenter of OneNETnews)

ROUBAIX, FRANCE -- French entertainment company & public broadcaster 'Ankama Animations' and 'France Televisions' revealed on Wednesday night (June 12th, 2024 -- France local time) on social media that the most highly anticipated and popular animated series 'Wakfu' officially greenlighted, and is in development for Season 5, which supposedly the 4th and final season pushed back to one more season within the next several years to come.

In an exclusive visual poster photo on Instagram (part of Meta Platforms Inc. [MPi]), per first obtained by K5 News FM: Dumaguete… Mr. Yugo Sharm, who was the adult Eliatrope individual, and recently married with Princess Amalia Sheran Sharm, where portals open to seek what was happening in his next story-driven adventure, sometimes his life after a steamy married couple (YuMalia) in Sadida Kingdom.

Show creators themselves at 'Ankama Animations', citing from the American news magazine 'Variety' and 'Deadline Hollywood' that the aforementioned French entertainment company acquires a minority stake with 'INTHEBOX'. While the anime-inspired independent animation company 'Studio Unagi' eyes with larger development slate of projects ramp up its production volume.

Yet, a 'Wakfu' franchise spin-off, revealing a brand new free-to-play roleplay gaming 'Waven' of 'Ankama Games' may soon have a potential adaptation under the same name as a French animated series or a movie, if all goes into the plan. The old and familiar faces are a different account, aside from a televised French animated production of the main protagonist charter of the franchise for Mr. Yugo Sharm.

As you may remember in context, some months ago this year in 2024, at the end of Season 4 finale episode… A momentous occasion between 'Yugo' the Eliatrope and Princess Amalia Sheran Sharm, the beloved main protagonist character couples of the series are now finally united in marriage at the majestic Sadida Kingdom. The union of Mr. Yugo Sharm and Prncs. Amalia Sheran Sharm marked a significant milestone in their journey together for all these years. A beautiful sunset over the kingdom as its warm orange-like glow fell upon the newlyweds via portals. The kissing ended in cliffhanger to wrap last new episodes.

Things are in dark turn for lovemaking after marriage as a French cartoon show for mature audiences as a follow-up, per the latest manga webtoon comic sequel of 'Wakfu: The Great Wave' - Chapter 1, which is way too dark to sell for public broadcasters on a French kids and teens programming block 'Okoo' for France 4, since this webtoon manga chapter is no longer animated, and in part for the renewal development of Season 5 in production at 'Ankama Animations'.

Case in point, edited versions in most of its episodes for targeted demographic of kids and teens may be possible on national TV aside the sex scenes from the start in manga webtoon comic sequel, while the potential uncensored bits was subject for the approval to the public French broadcaster, if later fitted for the mature-rated content to 'France TV Slash'. Along the way, the Season 4 finale of Wakfu not only left fans in awe of the beautiful union between Mr. Yugo and Prncs. Amalia, but also set the stage for new adventures and challenges in the upcoming 5th Season.

Meanwhile, the news of the 5th Season of Wakfu comes as a joyful surprise to its fans worldwide, especially in the Philippines, United States of America (U.S.A.), Canada and across the globe. The show lovers among us are up for another fantastic new season from creators at 'Ankama Animations' and 'INTHEBOX'.

With the previous seasons having left traditional and online streaming viewers at suspense, this upcoming season is bound to create even more excitement, fantasy and thrillers that will be made on large screens on television and online.

You can relive the excitement of 'Wakfu', streaming now on the 'Okoo' app and on 'France TV' website, while you wait for potentially extra final 5th Season. Netflix is also available globally for you to stream at your own time.

POSTER PHOTO COURTESY: Ankama Animations via IG PHOTO BACKGROUND PROVIDED BY: Tegna

SOURCE: *https://www.instagram.com/p/C8H4_7sC1XZ/ [Referenced IG Captioned Photo via Okoo] *https://variety.com/2024/tv/global/wakfu-creator-ankama-inthebox-1236033393/ [Referenced News Article via Variety] and *https://deadline.com/2024/05/ankama-studio-unagi-launch-montreal-1235943352/ [Referenced News Article via Deadline Hollywood]

-- OneNETnews Online Publication Team

[kimakento]

stay

synopsis: after a long day of idol schedule, you’re tired and half-asleep, prompting keigo to want to take care of you. you just didn’t know that was his way of showing affection. ⌙ 1.8k

pairing(s): sato keigo x 12th member!fem!reader

genre(s): fluff

tags: idol!au, member!reader, friends to lovers, one bed trope (el oh el)

warning(s): swearing, mention of potential scandal

author’s note: i kinda love this…..i read a fic like this quite a while ago and was inspired! i hope you all enjoy this. for my k5 jams 🫶🏾

drowsy were your eyes as well as barely open while continuously fluttering shut; it certainly didn’t help that the road the van was navigating possessed a bumpy terrain that was enough to result in your body jolting up every other moment. everytime you thought you were going to finally fall asleep, you felt the man next to you lightly bump your shoulder.

“you can’t go to sleep again, we’re nearly there.” keigo lowered his voice as to not selfishly disturb the silence. you had been sleeping on junki’s shoulder most the trip but were still quite sleepy.

a frustrated pout played on your face as you rubbed your eyes, the cold making you even drowsier. reluctantly, you nodded sleepily and complied with the statement.

“how long is left, keigo?” you queried, voice slightly husky from the remnants of sleep. an unintelligible hum left your lips as a yawn escaped. while you cupped your mouth, keigo couldn’t help but silently coo at your adorable nature.

he gave you a firm nod, “we’ve just arrived.”

it took a while for the other ten members to exit the vehicle, piling one after each other; until it was just you and keigo. hopping out the vehicle first, he extended a hand to you, which you took gladly. there was a stumble in your step as you climbed out, but a hand slithered around your waist, holding you firmly in place.

heat crept up your cheeks as you realised that arm belonged to keigo and you felt him retract and clear his throat.

was he embarrassed?

“we have to check in so you can go to bed. come on, it won’t take long.”

keigo intertwined his larger hand with yours, tangling your fingers together in a warm, miniature embrace in themselves. he led you forwards towards the opening gates at the hotel your members were staying at.

the interior of the hotel was elegant and well thought out, yet your drowsiness forbade you to admire the sight before you. you followed the taller man mindlessly, your eyelids dropping every now and then, but forcing them up whenever you felt keigo’s hand gently squeeze yours.

hushed whispers of your groupmates lingered in the air as you all collectively made your way to reception.

issei’s voice stood out the most, “why is it so cold?” he whined. sighs of frustration escaped a few of the member’s mouths, symbolising their annoyance at issei’s whiny nature. his reply through a huff as he rubbed his own arms to combat the cold wind.

maybe it was the fact you were half-asleep but you barely noticed the cold wisp of air that entered immediately as you did, biting at your revealing skin harshly. with chattered teeth you breathed in the air, sobering you from the remains of sleep. keigo frowned, his patience running thin which resorted into him pulling you along, wanting to speak to the hotel staff; only stopped when sho advised against it.

your head fell on his back, wanting to relax until you were allowed to go to your allocated rooms.

the dancer called out your name and you clumsily scrambled to pick your head back up. a few other members audibly snickered (read: ruki and shion) as they watched the whole ordeal, as well as keigo’s whipped actions; only looking away when they received a hard glare from the tall dancer.

you set your gaze on the man you were previously leaning on as he parted his lips.

“we have to wait until the manager returns with out room keys, you’ll get to sleep after we get into our rooms, okay?”

an unintelligible hum sounded out from you as you lazily nodded your head, interrupted when keigo spoke again, lowering his voice.

“you slept the whole time on junki during the ride here, how is it that you’re still tired?” his voice was soft as a confused expression adorned his face.

“i got almost no sleep last night,” you made sure to draw each syllable out, not wanting to speak groggily. but there was a gentle giggle from you when you continued. “but still, i’d think you were jealous of a certain vocal leader for that, keigo.”

“am not. i’m just stating the facts.” he replied, his voice booming in your ear as the volume increased.

you flinched away from him, “too loud, please.” whining quietly, you tugged on his hand.

even though you did scold him, keigo couldn’t stop the swell of adoration in his chest from taking over. an apologetic countenance adorned his face as he nodded. soon after, the manager returned to hand over the keys to the group. while keigo watched everyone pairing up, he noticed you were the only ones left. yet you still leaned on him, eyes closed, looking in bliss.

“make sure you help her to bed, keigo.” sho murmured to the other man, handing him responsibility, before he walked away to drag his roommate, shion, to the elevator. again, keigo articulated his words faintly; to make sure to not fully wake you up.

he tapped your shoulder gently, “we’re roommates tonight, come on.”

you joked along with him, “and it couldn’t have been anyone else?”

a light slap to your shoulder led you to gingerly admit defeat with both your hands up. the elevator pinged and you watch sho and shion enter, with you following behind them.

you couldn’t mistake the knowing smile on shion’s face as he observed you two, “did you tease him again?” he stifled a chuckle.

with a grin, you replied, “when do i ever waste a chance not to?”

that caused shion to fistbump you, “that’s my girl!”

earning a scowl from keigo, shion smiled back at him. with two fingers on his nose bridge, sho breathed out attempting to diffuse the situation with the both of them while you looked around confusedly.

“don’t be too hard on keigo, you know how he is.” sho said lightly, catching shion’s teasing look.

it wasn’t an exaggeration that everyone knew about keigo’s ‘adoration’ — or so he says — for you. anyone that observed the both of you even for a minute would’ve guessed that you were both idiots in love.

because your assigned room we’re was on the other side of the corridor, you had parted ways with the other two members as soon as you stepped out the elevator. keigo led the way quietly, juggling the keys, and the sling bag he insisted to take from you so selflessly. unlocking the door and swinging it open, you walked in placing your belongings next to keigo’s.

turning back to the bed, you realised what you had overlooked; the large bed in the room — singular, not plural — that the tall man haphazardly sat on.

“there’s only one bed.” his voice shook nervously as he fiddled with the sheets, smoothening them out.

you brought your hand to your mouth, covering your yawn. “we’ll share—“

a chuckle escaped your mouth as keigo repeatedly shook his head, “no it’s fine, i’ll leave you to sleep here. you’re look really tired anyway. we’ve just a long day and—“

his strings of continuous rambles quietened when you held your index finger against his lips, “trust me, it’s fine.”

being the gentleman he was, keigo debated with you again, “i’ll go crash with the others. i don’t mind it, truly.”

what you were focusing on wasn’t his speech, but his lips and glistening eyes. your eyes flickered between the two, and it was not subtle. the silence between you heightened the tension and you leaned down partway, with a hand on his cheek. there was barely any distance between your lips, one move closer would’ve had them touching.

“fuck, what am i even doing?” you breathed out, moving away from him; letting an awkward laugh at your actions to try to lift the mood. “i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have done that. i think i’m still half-asleep — i’m clearly out of my mind.” you blurted out, clearly embarrassed.

keigo, still sat on the bed, held his gaze on you, wrapping a hand around your wrist; pulling you into his lap and bringing his right hand to caress your cheek. a look of hurt flashed on his face before being replaced with a neutral expression, “please, don’t apologise. stay.”

that statement caught you by surprise, furrowing your brows at the ambiguity of the sentence.

“is this okay?”

you nodded.

and with that one single word he managed to pull you in both figuratively and literally, locking your lips in a kiss too sweet to ever forget. the scent of cologne invaded your senses as he pulled away briskly.

but this time, you were the one that initiated the kiss. the room was filled with tension as he pecked the corner of your mouth, kissing down your jaw delicately. melodious fits of laughter echoed out, breaking the serious atmosphere. you were the first to speak, “well, that sure woke me up.”

you felt strong arms wrap around your torso and turned your head. “don’t you have anything to say?” keigo asked while nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

“do you want me to say that i’ve liked you for so long but didn’t know if you felt the same so i just hid it away and never talked about it to anyone because i was scared of you not liking me back?” you huffed in response.

“i hope you’ll be happy to know that i did the same thing.” he whispered, sending courses of vibrations throughout your body. a smile played on your face as you heaved yourself off his lap to the place on the bed next to him.

his voice broke the silence again, “and that i’ll still be either crashing on the couch or in any of the other guys’ room.”

a pout adorned your face as you whined against it, leaving him chuckling.

“but kei, what are we going to do about us?”

you see him cock his head to the side and you continue, “i mean, do you want to put a label on us? i don’t know.”

to be honest, you didn’t really want to rush it but you also didn’t want to get in over your head; you both were idols, therefore even a simple interaction could cause scandals and you weren’t sure how to navigate that strange path.

a caring smile erupted on his face as he took your hand in his, squeezing it.

“let’s not rush into anything too quickly, we can speak about it in the morning.”

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[oldguydoesstuff]

My first encounter with 8 track tape was in the early 70s at a neighbor's house who had slightly more money than us, and they had a "Quad-8", which was a brief phase of quadrophonic home music.

Driving four independent channels meant tapes had half the run time of stereo, and it also required a special mix to be created, so it never really caught on. Most units had two heads, for four channels of stereo sound instead. I am pretty sure we literally had the one shown above in our living room at one point.

The cool trick of 8 track was it was an endless circular tape, so no rewinding necessary. Or possible, for that matter. You could only fast-forward until the loop point, when the unit would automatically switch to the next channel, then you could manually trigger the head to move back to the channel you just left.

It was a popular car accessory because 8 tracks were very rugged. Fond memories of cruising in our 76 Chevy K5 Blazer with 8 track and CB Radio, listening to Neil Diamond belt out "Kentucky Woman".

Unfortunately, when you split an album meant for a 2-sided record across four channels instead, you get really awkward breaks (looking at you, Tubi) where the system changed channels in the middle of a song, usually with a little fade-out, followed by a mechanical clunk, and fade in:

KENTUCKY WOMAN! IF SHE GET TO Know you. .

CHUNK

.. she gOING TO OWN YOU! KENTUCKY WOMAN!

(Tbh we knew 8 track sucked, even back in the day)

[beyondxmeasure]

Darkness Before the Dawn

by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific

NR | 350 WIP | Hawk & Marcus | Origin Story | Post-World War II AU | PTSD/Trauma | 1940s Era

It’s June 1944, following the US offensive against the German-led Caesar line that tore through a small squad of the 141st Regiment, killing two men and wounding others, along with Sergeant Hawkins Fuller. Following the blast of the Nazi’s K5 railway gun, he underwent surgery to repair sustained shrapnel damage and is now recovering in the Army’s 32nd Evac Hospital. In the bed next to him lies Corporal Marcus Gaines from the 85th Infantry Division, also wounded in action.

This is the story of how they met.

Written for the FT Talk Hub's Sunday Drabble challenge.

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[polizwrites]

PoliZ's WIP Update - 19 Jul 2024

Another busy week IRL, but I made my  unofficial weekly goal again, as well as got some planning for next month’s events done.  I touched five fics (2 new & 3 WIPs) - for a total of 2115 words. 

On Ao3, I posted: 

 The Business of Pleasure - No Powers omegaverse D/s Stucky one-shot (for now)   

An Attractive Concept  - vaguely steampunk No Powers AU Stony ficlet. 

Making Themselves at Home - canon-divergent WinterIron ficlet 

On Tumblr I posted: 

Short-Timing It - a pre-war Bucky & Steve (Stucky if you squint) ficlet.

I’m juggling  20  active/semi-active WIPs with my current  deadline being the  Steve Rogers Bingo which ends on July 15th and the July Break Bingo, which runs for the month of July.  

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends  15 Jul 2024)

Twenty-one  fills, two bingos and no WIPs at the moment  - turns out I have another month to try to squeeze in a few more fills! 

* B1 - Project Rebirth -   Went with an outsider POV to fill this - Judging A Book By Its Cover is 413 words of Howard Stark’s perspective on the moments before shrimpy!Steve is transformed into Captain America.   Planning to post this on July 3rd.    

* C5 - Exes to Lovers -   Have an idea I’m playing with that will also fill the  BaBB May prompt: Wrong Number.  We’ll see if I have time to write it before the deadline!

* D2 - Alpha Steve -  What is turning out to be the first chapter of The Business of Pleasure posted last Friday.  It’s a crossover with  Week 2 of Hot Bucky Summer - combining  “What should I call you?”  +  Master  + Alpha - along with my BBB K5 - Voice  Bucky seeks out a professional Alpha Dom and - despite appearances, will be getting exactly what he needs.  It came in  at 990 words and am planning a second chapter to coincide with HBS Week Four - stay tuned!  

* E3 - Steampunk -  Posted An Attractive Concept  to Ao3 last Thursday - It’s  a vaguely steampunk mostly-platonic Stony ficlet where Tony tells Steve about his newest invention and crosses over with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF250 Rushing Train].   It came in at 380 words

July Break Bingo [JBB_24] (runs 1-31 Jul) 

@julybreakbingo  is a fantastic any-fandom bingo event designed to spark creativity during the month of July!  After filling out a detailed request form, you get a customized bingo card where you can combine prompts and squish them any way you please!   The main restriction is to post fills within the month of July - so I brainstormed and came up with some good potentials - combining with Hot Bucky Summer prompts and my Bucky Barnes Bingo card - check those two sections below for details!   If all goes well,  I’ll have at least 17 squares filled and (with the help of the Alt prompts) a bingo or two! 

Hot Bucky Summer 2024 [HBS_R2] (Ends 31 Aug)

More fun from the @buckybarnesevents folks - this time weekly challenges to create (usually NSFW) Bucky-centric fanworks!   Thanks to the July Break Bingo (see above)  and Bucky Barrnes Bingo - I now have ideas/mini-outlines for each week of July.  

* Week 1: I combined the following prompts - “Louder, let everyone hear you.” + Noisy Sex +  Exhibitionism  along with my WIB  A/B/O: Knotting and BBB KINK: Shower sex  squares for   Coming Clean - 659 words of PWP featuring WinterIron shower room shenanigans with a surprise appearance by Steve.  This is getting a second chapter - see Week 5 below! 

* Week 2:  “What should I call you?” + Master + Alpha  see SRB - Alpha Steve above. 

* Week 3 June 15th - June 21st “Really? Here?!” + Someone Else’s House.  Posted  Making Themselves at Home  this morning.  Tony tries to talk Bucky into fooling around during a visit to a friend’s house.  It came in at 409 words and crossed over with BBB - Y1 - Cliche. 

* Week 4 June 22nd - June 28th   FREE WEEK - possibly using optional prompt  Acarophilia [Scratch Kink], plus BBB:  U2 - This won't hurt a bit  for a continuation of  The Business of Pleasure.

* Week 5 June 29th - July 5th:  “We’re...”  +  Friends with Benefits   Adding on to Coming Clean -  WinterIron PWP with Steve joining in the fun.  Combining with  BaBB June:  Bratting , BBB Y5 - Polyamory or open relationship and JBB  - B1 - "I made a mistake."  + N2 - "Don't let this one go." + O1 - Emotional.  Sitting at 303 words - planning to post  July 5th.  

* Week 6 July 6th - July 12th  - “I won’t be able to stop myself.”  + Gone Feral  WinterIron  -  Alpha!Bucky  afraid of going into rut after what Hydra did to him. - Tony trusts him - turns out Bucky  becomes an aggressive cuddler and ultra-protective.  Crossover with  BBB: Y4 - Cursed! &  JBB:  B2 - "I'm what's wrong." +  G1 - Aggressive + G3 - "I can't breathe." + Alt4 - Love as being present  

* Week 7 July 13th - July 19th -  “Put this on for me.” + Blindfolds  + Collars  WinterIron - Tony ashamed of sub tendencies (gets abused by one night stand?) -   Bucky steps in to help him with a simple scene.   Crossover with  BBB C1 - Psychological torture, JBB:  O5 - "Where did you get this?" + I1 - "You can't do anything."  + Alt1 - None of us want to be fully revealed. All our faults and weaknesses laid bare for the world. + Alt5 - Love as patience

* Week 8 July 20th - July 26th -   “Maybe this'll help you relax”  + Cockwarming  Wartime -  Steve dealing with planning Howlies’ next mission  - doesn't have time to fool around. Bucky comes up with a way to let him do both. Crossover with  BaBB June; Cockwarming, BBB: U1 - KINK: "Please let me come." & JBB:   O4 - I'm gonna remember this." + I4 - "Don't let me stop you." + N4 - Priorities

* Week 9 July 27th - August 2nd - FREE WEEK | Optional Prompts: WAM (Wet & Messy), Steve post Rebirth  - copious amount of semen when he comes -  Bucky is 100% here for it.  Crossover with BBB: B4 - Showoff  JBB: I2 - "I feel disgusting." + N1- "Are you done?" + Alt2 - Love as passion 

Hawkeyes Bingo [HB_R2] (Ends TBD) 

Working on this  Tumblr event - got a 3x3 card and and am looking forward to creating more  Clint-centric content and trying my hand at a bit of  Kate Bishop fic as well!    

* A3 - Awkward Flirting – this might be a good entry into my first femslash fic with Kate/Yelena?    

Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1] (Ends 1 Sep 2024)

Another fun year-long  event from the folks at  @buckybarnesevents!  Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one  each month for your card!  At seventeen fills and two WIPs with five months to go, I seem to be going a bit overboard …. 😁

* May:  Bucky’s Trigger Words -  combined this with last week’s  Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF251 Out There] for Just To Live One Day Out There - a Winter Soldier self-reflective ficlet. It came in at 312 words and will get posted to Ao3 Real Soon. 

* May:  Praise Kink - planning to fill this with Chapter Six of A Little Bit Carried Away where Alpha!Bucky and omega!Tony get to live out their fantasies.  It’s sitting at 754 words and will get posted later this month.  

* June: Inconvenient Attraction - filling this with Chapter Six  of Love is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong  which is sitting at  1620  words and will get posted this Friday. 

* June:  Bratting - see HBS Week 5 above.  

* June: Cockwarming -  see HBS Week 8 above.   

WinterIron Bingo Round 2  [WIB_R2] (Ends 16 Dec 2024)

Signups are still open for pre-made cards for Round Two of this super-fun bingo event! I have fifteen  fills and zero WIPs at the moment - setting this aside for the moment, as I have other time-sensitive events going.  

* Iron Soldier (One Bingo, One Fill) - looking at combining my Column B prompts: Matchmaker, Bucky Riding Tony, Stark Gala, Inside Joke and Threesome.  Still working on a plot - if you have any suggestions/want-to-sees - let me know! 

* I3 - Car Sex -  Have a fun ficlet in mind for this - some of the dialogue & such already worked out in my head.   Possibly combine with JBB B3 - "You're in denial." or  B5 - "Wanna practice?"

*I4 - SHIELD HQ - combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF245 You Never Cared] and wrote Fathers Don’t Know Best  -  No Power AU with Bucky working as an analyst at SHIELD who stumbles across a late night visitor to the lobby.  It came in at 407 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.  

* N1 - Hair Pulling Kink -  thanks to a fun prompt from @scottxlogan  - I filled this square with Untangling Their Attraction - where Tony’s offer of assistance leads to mutual kink discovery (not as racy as it might sound).  It’s coming in at 544 words and will post to Ao3 before this event is over. 

* N5 - "I'm here for you."  - Possibly the next chapter of  Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion ?  

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round Six [BBB - R6]  (Ends 31 Mar)

This amazing bingo event is back!   Got my card last week and am combining several prompts with HBS & JBB -   I have three fills, and three WIPs.  

* B4 - Showoff - see HBS Week 9 above.

* U1 - KINK: "Please let me come."  - see HBS Week 8 above

* U2 - This won't hurt a bit - see HBS Week 4 above. 

* C1 - Psychological torture - see HBS Week 7 above

* K4 - Last Times/Farewells - combined this with last week’s  Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF257 Count The Days ] for  Short-Timing It - a pre-war (just barely) Bucky & Steve (Stucky if you squint) ficlet. It came in at 313 words and will post to Ao3 before the event is over.   

* Y1 - Cliche -  Filled this with  Making Themselves at Home - see HBS Week 3 above. 

* Y3 - Found Family - Combining this with my WFB  N3 - Realization of feelings square for Chapter Six of  Love Is a Thing That Can Never Go Wrong -  the No Powers omegaverse Reality Show AU where Alpha!Bucky is the Bachelor.  It’s coming in at 1691 words and contrary to what Ao3 currently says, it’s not the last chapter! 

* Y4 - Cursed!  - see HBS Week 6 above 

* Y5 - Polyamory or open relationship - see  HBS Week 5 above 

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  [WFB]   (no end date)

Six  fills on my card, courtesy of   @warmandfluffybingocards  - need to try for another crossover or two!

* N3 - Realization of feelings - see BBB Found Family above.  

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On  other creative fronts:  I am working on  a Buzzie the Vulture as a custom commission,  along with a Count Orlok/Nosferatu for another commission.  

If  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!

[chris-spacehere]

People who haven't watched karmaland 4 (because jinx already did the K5 one)

[valtionrautatiet-official]

Since you're currently helping identify old Finnish steam locomotives, do you know anything about this one? All I know from my files is that I took this picture in 2003, somewhere in the wider Helsinki area, with the worst digital camera known to mankind (the metadata is not reliable, but I think 2003 is probably correct). From this and the other picture I have of it, I know that its number is 1163 and it is missing its driving rods.

It's probably the same place where I took this picture, but I can't vouch for that:

I was just getting ready to go to bed, so this one will be the last for today. That's another Tk3 (ex-K5) light freight loco. Since I didn't cover the details the last time, the first Tk3's were built in 1927 and the last as late as 1953. It was essentially a lighter version of the Tv1/K3 midweight freight loco.

This particular unit was rusting away next to the old Pasila roundhouse bear Pasila station (the roundhouse used to be a base for a heritage train operator; you second photo is from the roundhouse). I should take a gander there to see if the loco is still there; they're clearing the rolling stock away as the area is slated for redevelopment into a park (I think they should leave a stretch of tracks, a loco and some old carriages there as a centerpiece for the park, but Helsinki has been rubbish at preserving its transportation and industrial heritage so that will probably not happen).

My photo of the same loco from 2012. As you can see, not much has changed.

[fellow-travelers-fic-recs]

Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | Current WIPs: April 2024

Active WIPs with most recent updates posted in the past month featuring awkward hospital room conversations, a hospital room meet-cranky, and hospital whump... I'm sensing a theme, here. More fake-ish dating, Mama Fuller wisdom, Professor Hawk, a couple road trips, some time travel and a few modern AU's. There really is something for everyone!

Happy reading!

✨ Be sure to show the authors some love and appreciation with kudos and comments on the fics you enjoyed!

🌺 Remember Our Love - Remember Me by Larnee💠[G, 638] Tim Laughlin - the love of Hawkins life is gone. Hawk struggles to move forward until someone unexpected shows up at his doorstep. Tim has never left Hawk, not now, not ever.

🌼 Chances Are by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove [G, 3K] After a family Thanksgiving, Estelle and Hawk talk. Then she meets Tim.

🌺 I Know I’ve Never Lived Before by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove [G, 3K] Wherein Hawk completely accidentally and through no fault of his own intentionally ends up dating the man he's sleeping with.

🌼 Within The Heart of Me by drabbleswabbles💠 [NR, 3K] Lucy goes to the hospital to talk to Tim. When she arrives, Hawk is already there.

Otherwise known as, a prompt fill that wanders a bit off the mark, but is close enough in spirit to give credit where credit is due as far as inspiration goes.

🌺 Darkness Before the Dawn by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific [NR, 350] It’s June 1944, following the US offensive against the German-led Caesar line that tore through a small squad of the 141st Regiment, killing two men and wounding others, along with Sergeant Hawkins Fuller. Following the blast of the Nazi’s K5 railway gun, he underwent surgery to repair sustained shrapnel damage and is now recovering in the Army’s 32nd Evac Hospital. In the bed next to him lies Corporal Marcus Gaines from the 85th Infantry Division, also wounded in action.

Or, the story of how Hawk and Marcus met.

🌼 A Disaster Beyond Measure by drabbleswabbles💠 [NR, 23K] Hawkins Fuller is a campaign manager with a PR disaster on his hands. The solution involves pretending to date none other than Timothy Laughlin.

Featuring: unrealistic portrayals of the life and job of a campaign manager for the sake of the fake dating trope.

🌺 Who Are You (who am I?) by Anonymous [G, 2K] AU- Hawk fails his security clearance after Tim goes to the army and Senator Smith locks him in a mental hospital where he is lobotomised

Or, Tim receives a letter from Mary saying Hawk needs him.

🌼Too old to play (and too young to mess around) by @bejeweledmp3 | ninav [M, 61K] Kimberly Fuller goes on a two-week vacation to San Francisco, in which she: drinks excessive amounts of tea, gets betrayed, cries more than she should, eats donuts, and seeks out truth with the help of a man she only knows from a presentation card; not necessarily in that order.

But mostly, she finds her father in every least expected place. And learns to make her peace with what that means.

🌺Sands of Time (Turn Backwards) by @brouill3r | brouiller [NR, 22K] 1987 Hawkins Fuller is full of regrets for the life he's lived, though Tim once told him he regrets nothing. Hawk so wishes he could say the same.

In the still night air of a hotel room, clutching a cracked paperweight to his chest like it's carved of the finest gold, Hawk gets his wish.

Or, a time-travel fix-it fic that nobody asked for.

🌼 Is it over now? by @satelarry | satelarry [M, 43K] Seeing the love of your life walk away without being able to tell him that you love him has to be one of the worst situations a person can go through. But Hawk decided to fulfill Tim's request, knowing it will be the last. What happens when he wakes up, 18 years before, with the knowledge of what's going to happen if he makes the same decisions? Does the ending always stay the same?

Or, the Time Travel AU in which the only thing ruining Hawk's plan is Tim's stubbornness.

🌺 Again, only better by @madsmeetsmisha | madsmeetsmisha [M, 17K] Hawk had no idea what was really going on here. All he knew was that he was back in 1954 and a completely distraught Tim was standing outside his door. And he also knew that he certainly wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

🌼 🪴His great consuming lovage* 🪴 by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [T, 2K] Tim's potted plant has a story to tell...

🌺 We'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [M, 4K] He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had.

The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket.

An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one.

“What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?”

Or, Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco.

🌼 Educate Me by @fullerthanskippy | fullerthanskippy [E, 13K]  A Hawk x Tim AU in which the timelines jump from 2012-2014 to present day 2024. When present day Tim receives an invitation to the 10-year reunion of his Georgetown graduating class, he is filled with both hope and dread that he will run into one particular professor.

One man who was the through-line of his two years in grad school. The man who taught him more than he could have ever learned in the classroom.

When Tim is re-acquainted with Professor Hawkins Fuller, he immediately flashes back to 12 years prior, when he first encountered the man that he had no idea would be the greatest love and loss of his life.

Or, tons of garbage filthy smut sprinkled in between pining, angst, and fluff. Contains explicit material including but not limited to the likes of top!hawk, bottom!tim, top!tim, bottom!hawk, dom!hawk, sub!tim, bratty!tim, and much, much more. Enjoy!

🌺 I Sing the Body Electric by telescape8💠 [M, 28K] Modern AU. It all starts on Election Night 2016. Tim falls hard. Hawk falls harder.

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[feverinfeveroutfic]

hanukkah bingo 2023

Fic or Art/Graphic Title: alone in the dark, chapter one: “Lost Keys” Author/Artist Name: josiebelladonna Fandom: Testament (Band) Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Alex Skolnick (and how) Bingo Squares Being Filled: k5 (light in the dark), a2 (menorah), u1 (latkes), u2 (sufganiyot), h3 (gelt) Rating: Mature Warning(s): Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Link to Work: x @aimmyarrowshigh

The orange light from the clouds overhead guided our way as we inched along the streets, which grew whiter and whiter with each and every passing minute; I had hunkered down in the front seat next to Wendy while Christine lingered in the back. As long as we were warm and headed back for warmth, I was okay with it all. And I was okay knowing that I could rest my wallet as well. A few times, I took out my hands and cupped them over my mouth and blew into them, but then again, I wasn't the one driving.

I still argued with myself that I should not be there with them, that I did not want to impose, but I had no other choice, however. 

Once the streets collected together into a tightly woven neighborhood, I finally tucked my hands into my pockets and gazed out the window as well as the windshield. Even though the power was out across town, the clouds still loomed low with that ghoulish orange glow right over the city like the threat of having your throat slit. Every so often, a glimmer of light poked through the increasing snow, the windshield wipers which moved at a furious pace to keep up with the snow, and the trees along the sides of the streets, but the darkness itself worried me in a way. Reno had gone all dark for the most part in the wake of an incoming blizzard.

“I hope they're home,” Wendy said aloud as we slowly turned a corner: the street was lined with a lot of trees so the snow slowed up the tiniest bit. Flakes still fluttered down before us to the point it nearly blocked out the view of the headlights; it was a miracle we could even see the outlines of the trees and the houses around us. “I called my mom before we got on the plane and she said they were down in Carson City all afternoon, and they were going to try and get home before the snow came in. It's only about a forty minute drive from here but with all of this snow, I think it's going to be a lot longer. If they aren't home, let's at the very least try and get in so the three of us can all be under a roof. We can't really cook anything, either, because their stove is electric.”

“So, we'll go out to eat?” I asked her.

“If something is open, yeah,” she replied. “If not, we'll try and think of something.”

“Remember the time we drove back up here from Carson and it snowed, and it took us like an hour to get across Washoe Valley?” Christine recalled.

“How could I forget!” Wendy declared. “It was just last winter, too. They said it was one of the worst winters on record, too.”

“How bad was it?” I asked her.

“It was a lot like this—” She gestured out the windshield. “—except replace the neighborhoods with a long flat stretch of road before you, and the wind's howling like a son of a bitch. And all you can see is falling snow and the break lights in front of you, like you're taking a road to icy hell.”

“Highway to hell,” I cracked.

“Highway to hell, exactly!” She laughed at that, albeit nervous laughter. We reached a stop sign, already hidden under a fine layer of snow and ice as well as a darkened street lamp, and we proceeded ahead another block before we turned right around another corner.

“Here we are,” she proclaimed, and we parked up at the curb and the frozen storm drain; I gazed out the window to the little house tucked back behind a series of cottonwood trees. The pitch black windows gazed back at us like the eyes of a skull, and a thin layer of snow had already buried the porch.

“It doesn't look like they're home,” I confessed to her.

“Let's go check, anyways,” she said.

“Do you have a key?” I asked her.

“I don't, no,” she admitted with a shake of her head. “And my mom didn't know if she left the door unlocked for us, either.”

A pit emerged in my stomach at the sound of that, but then again, I was also hungry: I hadn't eaten anything since earlier that day, a few hours before I had left for the airport; it had been at least over five hours since I had last eaten anything. With my hands still tucked into my pockets, I rested them right on my stomach. It was a shame, too, because I looked forward to having some late night New York cheesecake and a cup of coffee with my mom once she picked me up.

Wendy switched off the engine but kept the headlights on so we could see what we were doing. She tugged the hood of her coat over her head; I was going to look like Johnny Winter once all of this was said and done.

I climbed out first and the snow stuck to the crown of my head, at least part of the way. Careful not to set foot in the storm drain, I stuck my legs out to the sidewalk, and I steadied myself on the side of the car. My shirt lifted up so the snow landed on my bare skin; much to my surprise, the snow was dry as a bone, like fluffy white flour that fell from the sky. I lifted myself into an upright position and straightened out my spine all the while.

“Like a big worm,” Christine cracked as she climbed out of the opposite side of the car. I fixed the lapels of my coat as the two women followed suit behind me, both of them careful not to slip on the sidewalk or step in the drain.

The three of us then made our way to the front step; in the dim light, I spotted a small pile of snow collecting on top of the porch light right over us. I was going to have to tell my parents about all of the snow out in Reno once I managed to come home!

Wendy knocked on the door panel first, and we awaited there, huddled together like a small group of emperor penguins. My coat was warm, but the snow kept landing atop my head and it sent a chill down my spine. Christine nestled close to me, such that the crown of her fiery red hair was right underneath my nose.

Silence awaited on the other side of the door. Wendy knocked again, and once again, we were met with more silence.

“I don't think they're home, Mom,” Christine proclaimed, and she reached forward for the doorknob. Locked.

“Oh, Jesus—I don't have a key, either,” Wendy bemoaned.

“Do you know when they're getting home?” I asked her.

“I don't, no.”

“What do you think we should do?” Christine joined in. Wendy turned her head towards the side of the house and sighed.

“This is going to get us in a heap of trouble down in the line but—go around back and see if the back door is open.”

“Here, I'll come with you,” I offered her.

“If you kids can get in the house, I'll go wait in the car,” Wendy told us.

Our feet crunched along the snow and the dormant grass underneath, and I knew it was a bad idea to wear sneakers instead of my boots. I used the light in the sky as well as the light from the car on Christine's red hair as my guide around the side of the house. It was like following a little red ghost through the darkness and the snow.

At one point, she turned back for a glance at me.

“Are you with me?”

“Of course,” I promised her, and then she giggled. “What?”

“You should see your hair,” she said. “It's like pure white.”

“I'm like Johnny Winter,” I joked, and she giggled some more.

We reached the back of the house and the protected back porch; I stood under the awning and shook my head about to rid of the snow. Even though it was so dry, it still sent a chill down my spine and left the sides of my face and neck damp.

“Never knew snow could get so dry and powdery,” I admitted to her as I fixed the lapels of my coat once again. “It's like bread flour or matzo meal falling from the sky.”

“Me neither! It always surprises me how dry it is here, too. I remember the first time we came out here to visit my grandparents, it was so dry your hair would stand up no matter what you were doing.”

“That is as they say, dry as a bone,” I remarked.

Though it was dark, I could see the back door and the windows on either side of it. Christine jiggled the doorknob and sighed.

“It's been quite some time since I last did this,” she told me, and she stepped for the window on the right.

“Can you see?” I asked her.

“Somewhat. It's more about feeling the frame—I'm gonna need help getting this thing off, though.”

I joined her in prying off the protective screen from the window, and all the while, we were careful not to bend the actual metal framing itself. I set the screen down on the concrete below the window sill, and she tugged on the inside edge of the window.

“Can you get it?” I asked her, and the window ground open. It was going to be difficult with the blinds in particular, but she didn't seem to mind. She pulled on the drawstring, and we were met with the back of the house. Careful not to slip, she set one foot on the sill and hoisted herself up off the ground.

“Can you make it?” I asked her.

“I think I can,” she grunted out as she set her other foot up on the sill. “Not the first time I've had to climb in through the window.”

“That makes two of us,” I assured her as she sat down on the sill with her feet dangled down towards the floor. Gingerly, she stepped on something and hopped down from there to the dry carpet.

“Be careful, there's a footstool down here and it's a little old and rickety,” she advised me.

Nevertheless, I stripped off my coat and handed it to her, and I followed suit. But before I did, I stopped.

“Does the door here lock by key, too?” I asked her.

“You bet your booty it does,” she told me. “The front door has a dead bolt, though.” I shivered as I climbed up onto the sill next. Because I was taller, I nearly hit my head on the side of the window as I brought my right foot in, followed by my left. Indeed, the soles of my shoes rested on a footstool, and I knew it wasn't going to support my weight, either. I slid forward so my feet were past the top of the stool and I nearly hit my head on the wall in the process.

“Ow!”

“You okay?” she asked me, concerned.

“Yeah. I may be a skimpy little Jew boy but I'm tough, though. We're a tough, tenacious people.”

I stood up, albeit with a bit of difficulty as the cold and skipping over things made my knees quiver. I still shivered from the cold, and I turned around and slid the window shut: I hoped the loud click! was loud enough for Wendy to hear on the other side of the house. I then returned my attention to her and the doorway before us: nothing but darkness in front of us. She handed me my coat back and I was eager to put it back on to keep me warm.

“Can you see?” I asked her as I fixed the lapels of my coat.

“Sort of,” she replied; through the dim light, I saw her move ahead to the mouth of the hallway. Near total blackness as we crept past what I though was the bathroom, followed by her grandparents' bedroom. She then stuck out her hand to the wall on the right, and she slipped into the next room ahead, what I believed was the guest bedroom.

I followed suit right behind her, just as she crawled down onto her hands and knees in front of the bed in there. There was just enough light for me to see what she was doing. I had nothing more than my hand on the wall to steady myself and my other hand hanging out in the air. She rummaged about under the bed for a moment, before I heard something metallic clinking and clanking on the mattress frame.

“What did you find?” I asked her again. A bright white halogen light flashed right into my face.

“Ah!” I covered my eyes with one hand.

“Sorry.” She laughed at that, and she moved the head of the flashlight up towards the ceiling. “I couldn't help that.” I squinted my eyes at her, and she snickered at me some more. Seventeen or not, I knew what she was getting at there. The back glow of the light shone down onto her red hair and slender face; it looked as though her skin was made of moonstone; I noticed she had found two halogen flashlights, one for herself and one for me.

“I've been meaning to ask you this, but how old are you?” she began again.

“Older than you,” I teased her, and she snickered some more. “I turned twenty six back in September.”

“Twenty six, ya old boy,” she retorted to me, to which I rolled my eyes at that.

“It's not that old,” I scoffed back. “Thirty's old.”

“It's hard to imagine yourself at thirty,” she confessed.

“I definitely think so,” I said with a nod.

“My ex's birthday was in September,” she added, and she ran her fingers through her red hair. “I still think about him sometimes.” I raised my eyebrows at that.

“May I ask why he's your ex if you still think about him?”

“You don't wanna know,” she confessed with a shake of her head.

“Sure I do.”

“You don't. Trust me, you—you don't.”

I squinted my eyes at that. Through the bright light of the halogen flashlight, I could see it in her eyes. Something tormented this girl.

“How 'bout you?” she asked me, and she showed me the tip of her tongue. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Had,” I corrected her. “She and I broke up a few months back. It's...” I shook my head. “It's a long story.”

“If it's a long story, why won't you tell me?”

“Because your break up story is apparently a long one and you won't tell me,” I quipped back to her, and I couldn't help but laugh.

“There's... not much to say with me and him, though,” she assured me, and her voice softened to a near whisper. “He, too, was a Jewish boy. I mean, one of my last good memories of him took place on the last night of Hanukkah, where I thought for sure he was going to kiss me once his parents lit up the menorah.”

“Oh, so sort of like the New Year's kiss but not entirely,” I followed along. Christine lowered her eyelids at me, and through the ambient light from the flashlight, I noticed her looking at the crotch of my pants. It was only but a quick glimpse, but I caught her in the act anyway. I remembered when I was seventeen and I thought about kissing more girls as well as having a little fun with one: getting close to adulthood and having all these feelings kicked up a few years prior. Maybe it was just my own mind standing in the way but I had no courage to talk to one until rather recently.

“Did she ever touch your lips?” she asked me, and she inched closer to me as if to bring her chest to my own.

“With what?” I retorted back, and I wondered what she was getting at here.

“You tell me,” she said.

“You know, I think your mom's waiting for us in the car,” I pointed out.

“We're not going out there until you tell me,” she quipped with a wink and a little gyration to her. Seventeen and she was already two steps ahead of me.

“She did kiss me good night about twice,” I confessed.

“Twice? Just twice?”

“Yes. Just twice. She never really kissed me much when I think about it.”

“If I was your girlfriend, I would want to kiss you all the time,” she confessed. “I would want to touch those cherry lips all the time, just to taste and feel them, and I know for a fact that we both would love it.”

“I'm sure you would love it,” I teased her.

“What're you saying? That you wouldn't love it? A sensual guy like yourself?”

“Not necessarily,” I pointed out. “I have to feel you against me to know if I would love it.”

She gaped at me, and she swatted at me.

“Bad boy, flirting with a teenage girl,” she teased me.

“Hey, you started it,” I quipped. “I'm just rollin' with the punches.”

She showed me her tongue, and I stepped out of the way for her with my back pressed to the door frame. It was there I spotted the old silvery camera on the dresser right in front of me.

“Wow, it's been a while since I saw a camera like that,” I told her, and she shone the flashlight onto the top of the dresser. The silvery rim shimmered as if it was brand new, but the lens had obviously faded into a deep maroon color.

“You know, I've thought about taking up photography at some point,” I said to her.

“What kind of photography? Sexy photography?”

“Pfff, you wish,” I teased her. “I think more about like... travel photography. Life in other places, especially since I make a living going places and fucking around on my guitar. It doesn't pay much, but it's enough for me to keep my head above water, though.”

“So, sexy photography,” she followed along as she moved in closer to me.

“And again, you wish,” I teased her again.

“By the way, that's my grandpa's camera, so be careful with it,” she advised me.

“What, did you think I'm gonna use someone else's camera for a good time?” I joked, and she giggled at that like a little schoolgirl.

“Unless you want to play around with that,” she quipped.

“Maybe when it's lighter, I'll consider it,” I assured her, and I hoped she saw me wink at her. Christine handed me the second flashlight, and I clicked it on so we both could see where we were going in that hallway.

We passed another bedroom before we reached what looked to be the dining room, followed by an office and then finally the living room and the kitchen. We ducked into the latter for a search of anything to eat.

“Your mom said this stove is electric, too,” I said. “Meaning, nothing to eat and there's probably no shower, either.”

“The shower's actually run on propane, but yeah—nothing to eat. Go out to eat instead, and then come back here and try and entertain ourselves.”

I opened the fridge, and I shone the flashlight into there: there wasn't much in there anyway, other than a carton of milk, a carton of eggs, two sticks of butter, a bottle of beer, and a bowl of grapes in the crisper drawer.

“To say we need groceries in this house is an understatement,” Christine declared.

“Yeah, you do.” I looked on at the empty crisper drawers, which had nothing more than paper towels at the bottoms as well as that bowl of grapes. I closed the door and turned my attention to her. “Now, understand this is just the hungry boy on the first night of Hanukkah in me talking, but what on Earth do your grandparents even eat?”

“I don't really know, to be honest,” she confessed to me. “My grandpa's the one who always likes to have cookies and sweet treats and things where my grandma's a little more conservative about it. Question, what exactly do you eat at Hanukkah, anyway?”

“Oh, we have latkes, we have Hanukkah gelt—chocolate coins—we have donut holes and lots of warm and humble food. It's not much but it's what we've got, though. When I was a kid growing up in the Bay Area, I always looked forward to having gelt and apple pie in particular.”

“Oh, wow. You have donut holes, really?” Her face lit up at that.

“Sufganiyot,” I clarified. “And they are pretty much like donut holes—they're filled jelly, and they're just—” I brought my free hand to my chest. “—so heavenly and light especially once they come out of the fryer. The cool thing about Hanukkah is even though it's associated with us, it's actually not fully tied into the Jewish culture. It's about a miracle that happened. It's the same reason why I love Halloween so much, too: it's not completely tied down to a faith.”

“That's really interesting, actually,” she confessed. “And it sounds fun, too. I mean, what gets better than eating a bunch of warm food on a cold day after all?”

“I can't think of much, to be honest,” I said. “Anyways, let's go to your mom. She's probably freezing out there...”

I held the flashlight up to the side of my head and the two of us walked on out of the kitchen to the front door. Indeed, the dead bolt had been pulled closed, and I worried about not having a key to lock it once we were out of there. But then another thought crossed my mind right then.

“You think I'm sensual, really?” I asked her in a low voice.

“Those eyebrows, those lips, and that long hair... yeah.” Through the halogen light reflected back from the door, I saw her eyes locked onto my face as well as my upper body. Even in the dark, she checked me out. “You're—dare I say, sexy. Sexy and very handsome, too.”

“You think I'm handsome, too?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Quite.” She nibbled her bottom lip and opened the door for us. Indeed, Wendy had gone off to the car to stay warm, and she awaited us; Christine closed the door behind her without locking it.

“Are you sure we can get away with that here?” I asked her. “My parents live in the outskirts of New York City, and even they lock their doors at night, especially when the power's out.”

“Oh, yeah, I promise we're not gonna go very far,” she vowed. “A snowstorm like this brings most things to a standstill, too.”

We crunched along the lawn back to the car, whereby I called out “shotgun!” first, much to her chagrin. But once again, I had to stretch my body just to get back into the front seat, and that time, I had to be careful not to sink my ass into the seat lest it put pressure on things. Christine climbed in on the other side, and we both kicked off the extraneous snow from our feet before we settled in all the way. I ran a hand over the top of my head, and I once again had a fair dusting all on the top layer of my hair.

Wendy rubbed her hands together and fired up the car: we were greeted with a hefty blast of tepid air, which only made me shiver even more.

“Let's get some heat in here,” she suggested and, carefully, we rolled ahead along the street. I had no idea where we were going, but then again, all I really cared about was to be warm before we ate anything. I kept my hands stuffed in my pockets, and my hands on my stomach just to feel my own warmth.

We kept on going straight for what felt like an eternity, and more so the case with that fine powdery snow falling all around us to create those drifts that looked as though they were on the inside of the flour box at my grandma's house.

A break in the snow allowed us to see ahead to the red neon light in a window on the side of the road. A warmly lit oasis in a pure white desert.

“Here we are!” Wendy declared.

“Good to see their lights are on,” I said as we bounded into the driveway. The back end of the car shook out a bit, but she caught it before we could veer sideways. We took the spot furthest away from the front door in the shadows, but at least we had a spot.

Wendy and I climbed out first, and Christine followed suit. I shivered even more as the air coming out of the vents did nothing to help. I was cold and hungry and without my parents, but at least I had a place to go. I held the door for the two of them and we made our way into the warm, dry restaurant: only a few of the ceiling lights over our heads were lit up, but it was enough for things to keep on rolling in there, and the warmth of wooden walls brought me at ease.

“Good to know there's a few people in here, though,” Wendy said to us.

“And it smells good,” Christine added.

“And it smells good, yeah!” I said with a chuckle.

The waitress in a long sleeved shirt and a black apron strode on up to us.

“Are you guys coming in from the Bay Area, too?” she asked us.

“As a matter of fact, we did,” Wendy informed her.

“We've come here because it's warm and it smells like French fries,” Christine said without skipping a beat.

“It's always a good reason!” the waitress chuckled at that. “We're running on a generator so we're able to make food and what have you. Because there's only a few people in here, you three can sit wherever you'd like.”

“Excellent!” Wendy said, and I spotted the payphones on the far wall of the room.

“I have to call my mother,” I told them. “It's almost eleven o'clock at night over there in New York, but I don't care—I need to call my mom. I'll be right back...”

While the two of them made their way over to the table in the middle of the room, away from the windows, I sauntered over to the other side of the room, right near the bathrooms, which I was going to have to visit as well.

I took out the two quarters I had in my wallet and stuck it into the slot, and I dialed the number.

It rang once, twice—

“Hello?” It was so comforting to hear my mom's voice again.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Oh, hi, Alex, honey! I was just thinking about going over to the airport to come and pick you up. What's going on?”

“The flight was cancelled, there's a blizzard over the Rockies and another one over the Northwest. The airport's closed, too, so I'm stuck in Reno right now.”

“Oh, no! Oh, bubbeleh, I'm so sorry. Do you know when it's all going to pick up again?”

“I don't, no...” I peered out the window before me to see the fine flakes of snow collecting and creating bigger flakes the size of quarters out there. “The snow's coming down pretty hard, too. Two of the passengers offered to take me home for the time being, so we're get something to eat and then go and get warm, too.”

“Oh, good! Well—we'll keep an ear out for the phone again, and I'll tell your father what's going on. It's the weirdest thing, your brother called about an hour ago and he said he's probably going to be late because of weather, too.”

“Really?” I asked, and I couldn't resist showing a grin at that. “The snow's funny here, too, it's all dusty and powdery. But I wish I was over there, though.”

“I wish you were, too. I guess I'll go to bed early tonight. You stay safe and warm for me, baby, okay?”

“Of course! Good night, Mom—love you.”

“I love you, too, bubbeleh,” she said back, and we hung up at the same time. I closed my eyes and let out a low whistle. At least now my mom knew what was going on. I turned my attention back to the restaurant behind me; another year where I didn't get my throat slit or my brains shot out of my head, so I may as well eat up. I doubled back around the corner, and I passed the bar before the kitchen, and I recognized that tweed suit looking back at me with a younger woman next to him.

“Hey, Frank!” I said in passing.

“Hello, son!” he greeted me, and the woman flashed a glimpse at me as I walked on by, back to our table in the middle of the room. Wendy quizzically looked on at me.

“The old man from the plane,” I explained. “He was sitting right next to me and we were joking about how we'd be the last people we saw if we crashed.”

Wendy chuckled at that, but I was being completely serious. I peeled off my coat and draped it over the back of the chair.

“And now I have to see a man about a horse,” I told them.

“We'll be waiting for you,” Christine said to me, and I swore that she winked at me.

On one hand, it was too much. A teenage girl who may or may not have just gotten out of a relationship herself was flirting with me, and I had no idea as to how to deal with it, and more so when I stood before the wall in the men's room with my pants pulled down a bit. In fact, I didn't even want to think about it, especially when I still had the pain in my own heart to deal with even two months after the fact as well.

But then again, I was in her position once. In fact, when I was seventeen, I would have loved for girls to at the very least look at me and come up to me, especially with my hair as long as it was and especially when I was up on stage performing.

In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if it was really only natural. The two of us having come out of a relationship that changed us and we somehow found each other by mere chance in spite of our age difference. There was something oddly beautiful about it.

I gave myself a shake and zipped up, and then I washed my hands. Once all the soap was out of my palm, I cupped my hand and ran a handful of warm water over the crown of my head. I had wet hair, but the warm water felt good on my scalp; plus, I was a dirty boy, I needed to rinse myself before I went back out there. I switched off the water and shook my hair about again before I dried off my hands and bowed out of there.

I was once again met with Christine, but that time with a big white china bowl in her hands as well as a metal spoon.

“What's this?” I asked her.

“Applesauce,” she said. “The waitress told me there was a lot leftover in the kitchen from when they made spice cake earlier today and she gave me some on the house.” She dipped the head of the spoon into the sauce and showed it to me.

“Love me some applesauce,” I told her, and I took the spoon for myself. We locked eyes as I stuck it into my mouth, and then I closed my eyes to feel the tiny bit of spice on my tongue. The tiniest bit of spice on the pad of my tongue, much like how Christine herself was the tiniest bit of spice in an otherwise cold environment.

“Hits the spot,” I said once I swallowed it down. I adjusted the bottom hem of my shirt, to which she dropped her gaze to my waist once again, and she really did look at my waist that time. She didn't look at my crotch; she looked at my stomach.

She showed me a playful little smirk before she turned the other way and walked back to our table. But then she stopped just prior to the kitchen door, and she turned around for a look at me.

“Are you coming?”

“Of course!” I declared, and I ambled up behind her. Once I stood next to her, she gestured for me to come in closer to her face as if she was going to tell me a secret.

“You actually remind me so much of him,” she confessed to me in a low voice. “The only difference is your eyes. And your hair, too: he didn't go gray so early.”

“Really?”

And she nodded her head, and she stepped away from there and back to our table. I followed close behind her, and I started to wonder what exactly happened to her and her ex before we crossed paths.

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FLASH REPORT: An Epic Conclusion of 'Wakfu' Season 4 finale unveils the last 3 new episodes on both French streaming platforms, including PH's first Internet Simulcast [#K5NewsFMExclusive]

ROUBAIX, FRANCE -- Recently in the early morning in Paris, the final three (3) new episodes of 'Wakfu' were aired last Friday on March 15th, 2024 at 12mn (France local time). These episodes presented an enthralling mix of excitement and drama, captivating audiences with their compelling storyline. The seamless continuation of the epic journey of the show's main characters, such as Yugo the Eliatrope, Amalia Sheran Sharm, Tristepin de Percedal, Evangelyne, Ruel Stroud, and many others, kept fans eagerly anticipating each new developments of the show.

An exclusive finale airing as Dumaguete very own 'OneNETtv Channel' premiered the last episodes to be broadcasted online Thursday night in the United States of America (U.S.A.) at 7pm Eastern / 6pm Central / 7am in Dumaguete and Manila (Friday), coinciding with the back-to-back weekly releases of 'Okoo' and Ankama Launcher at the same time slot. The series concluded with its final episode airing early in the weekend for streaming in France.

In the 11th episode "Ensemble", presents the group with a set of new challenges as they come together to overcome obstacles in Sadida Kingdom. The highlight of the episode gets an intense battle sequence where the group must utilize their abilities and unity to vanquish a formidable foe. While the 12th episode titled "Armand", the focus shifts to a new character named 'Nora' who brings a sense of mystery and intrigue to the story. Her daugther's backstory (Ms. Armand Sheran Sharm) reveals to shed light on their motivations and struggles. The said episode ends on a devastated cliffhanger, following after the epic battle, leaving viewers in France eager to see what will happen next.

And on the series finale via Episode #13 titled "Consecration", which is the final episode of the 4th Season, is packed with severely intense action and emotional moments. The main characters are forced to make difficult choices as they confront their Necro's enemies and face their destinies. Yet, peace will never return to the 'World of 12' until the invasion of the Wakfu eaters has been thwarted. The finale delivers a satisfying conclusion to the season, tying up loose ends and leaving the audience with a sense of closure in a marriage scene.

DWFH-FM 97.7mhz's "K5 News FM: Dumaguete" can reveal the exclusive story that 'Yugo the Eliatrope' is now a full-grown man, and is legal to get married with 'Amalia Sheran Sharm' immediately after this tragic war with 'Necros' at the end of Episode #13. Kissing scene after the bottom teleporation in 'Sadida Kingdom' may be considered as a canon couple, under a shipping name 'YuMalia'.

Throughout its extensive run for 4 seasons, these three (3) episodes of 'Wakfu' have taken fans like you in an unforgettable journey filled with excitement and heartfelt moments. The growth and development of these fictional main characters have been expertly portrayed, leaving a lasting impact to showcase audience around the globe. This French animated series has managed to captivate viewers worldwide, thanks to its exceptional blend of fantasy and adventure, making it an absolute must-watch for the targeted demographic.

It is worth to note that after the final 4th season happened in the series finale, it will soon be potentially moved into a weekly French webtoon comics later in the late-April to mid-year of 2024.

Comic dubs from the international fan-parody made voice actors and actresses is optional, if they can secure for international licensing in the future.

FULL DISCLOSURE: The now-growned Yugo Sharm the Eliatrope and Amalia Sheran Sharm are both part ways as Ankama News correspondents for OneNETnews until 2026 and/or 2029. The canon couple of 'YuMalia' will be retired for news gathering on us, several years after the animation taping of the final 4th Season of Wakfu. Mabuhay ang bag-ong kasal ug madamo po salamat, mga ka-Bandera!

SCREENGRAB COURTESY: Ankama Animations & Okoo via France 4 LIVE VIDEO

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Top 7 Timeless Old Chevy Trucks That Redefined Rugged Beauty

  In this article, we will explore the enduring appeal of old Chevy trucks. These vehicles have become emblematic of durability and classic style, capturing the hearts of truck enthusiasts across generations. We have curated a list of the top 7 models that have stood the test of time, redefining what it means to be a rugged and beautiful Chevy truck. Key Takeaways: - Old Chevy trucks are beloved for their durability and classic style. - These trucks have captured the hearts of truck enthusiasts across generations. - We have curated a list of the top 7 models that exemplify the enduring appeal of old Chevy trucks. - These trucks have redefined rugged beauty and continue to captivate truck lovers today. - Whether you appreciate vintage American craftsmanship or the versatility of a classic workhorse, old Chevy trucks offer something for every truck enthusiast.

A Brief History of Chevy Trucks

To fully appreciate the significance of these old Chevy trucks, it is essential to understand their historical context. Over the years, Chevy trucks have evolved and adapted to meet the changing needs of drivers and the automotive industry. From their humble beginnings to becoming iconic symbols of American craftsmanship, Chevy trucks have truly made their mark. Let's take a journey through time to explore the key milestones and developments that have shaped the impressive legacy of Chevy trucks. The Early Years In 1918, Chevrolet introduced its first truck, the Model T, marking the brand's entry into the truck market. This compact and efficient vehicle laid the foundation for what would become a long-standing commitment to producing reliable and versatile trucks. "The Model T quickly gained popularity due to its affordable price and durability," says automotive historian Jane Adams. "It provided a practical solution for farmers, small businesses, and everyday drivers." Throughout the 1920s and 1930s, Chevy trucks underwent several design and engineering advancements, with innovations like enclosed cabs and more powerful engines. These improvements expanded their utility and solidified their reputation as reliable workhorses. Post-War Innovations Following World War II, Chevy trucks experienced a surge in demand as the American economy boomed. With the introduction of the Advanced Design series in 1947, Chevrolet revolutionized the truck industry. These trucks featured a sleeker design, improved comfort, and enhanced performance. "The post-war era brought significant upgrades to Chevy trucks," notes automotive expert Michael Thompson. "The Advanced Design series captured the essence of a modern pickup, combining functionality with style." The Truck Revolution In 1960, Chevrolet introduced the Chevy C/K series, which would become one of the most iconic truck lineups in history. These trucks showcased a bold, muscular design and offered a wide range of configurations, providing drivers with unparalleled choice and versatility. Throughout the years, Chevy trucks continued to evolve, introducing groundbreaking features like four-wheel drive, fuel injection, and improved towing capabilities. Modern-Day Innovation In recent years, Chevy trucks have remained at the forefront of innovation. The introduction of the Silverado and Colorado models has further elevated the brand's reputation for performance, comfort, and advanced technology. Today, old Chevy trucks are not just collectibles, but a testament to the enduring legacy of Chevrolet. They symbolize the brand's commitment to quality, reliability, and the American spirit of hard work and resilience. Stay tuned for the next sections as we delve into the iconic Chevy 3100, legendary Chevy C10, trailblazing Chevy K5 Blazer, and more. Discover the captivating stories behind these old Chevy trucks that have become legendary icons on and off the road.

The Iconic Chevy 3100

The Iconic Chevy 3100 by autoambiente.com The Chevy 3100 holds a revered status in the world of classic trucks. With its timeless design and powerful performance, this model has become synonymous with vintage truck enthusiasts. The Chevy 3100 embodies the rugged beauty and enduring charm that define old Chevy trucks. One of the most distinctive features of the Chevy 3100 is its iconic front grille, which showcases the classic Chevy emblem that has become synonymous with quality and reliability. The clean lines and bold curves of this truck's body exude a sense of strength and durability. The Chevy 3100 is a true testament to the craftsmanship and attention to detail that Chevy put into their trucks. Its design has stood the test of time and continues to captivate truck lovers today. Under the hood, the Chevy 3100 packs a punch with its powerful engine options. Whether equipped with the inline-six or V8 engine, this truck delivers the performance needed for both work and play. Its robust capabilities make it a versatile and dependable companion in any situation. The interior of the Chevy 3100 reflects the simplistic yet functional design of old Chevy trucks. The driver-focused layout and straightforward controls provide a no-nonsense driving experience. Comfortable seating ensures that every journey is enjoyable, even on long drives. In addition to its mechanical prowess, the Chevy 3100 holds a special place in the hearts of truck enthusiasts as a symbol of nostalgia and American ingenuity. This model represents a bygone era of automotive design and craftsmanship, evoking a sense of pride and admiration for its enduring legacy. Whether driving down a scenic country road or turning heads at a classic car show, the Chevy 3100 commands attention and admiration. Its timeless design and robust performance make it a true icon in the world of old Chevy trucks.

Legendary Power: The Chevy C10

Chevy C10 by autoambiente.com The Chevy C10 is a legendary truck that has left an indelible mark in the history of Chevrolet. Renowned for its powerful engines and rugged construction, the Chevy C10 has become a symbol of American craftsmanship and capability. This iconic model embodies the spirit of old Chevy trucks, capturing the imagination of truck enthusiasts for generations. Equipped with robust engines, the Chevy C10 delivers impressive performance both on and off the road. From hauling heavy loads to conquering challenging terrains, this legendary truck combines power and durability to tackle any task with confidence. "The Chevy C10 provides an exhilarating driving experience. The powerful engine delivers exceptional torque and acceleration, making it the perfect companion for both everyday driving and outdoor adventures." - John Richardson, Chevy truck enthusiast Not only did the Chevy C10 showcase exceptional performance, but its timeless design also turned heads wherever it went. The sleek lines, bold grille, and chrome accents exuded confidence and style, making a lasting impression on the road. Moreover, the Chevy C10 played a pivotal role in the automotive industry, solidifying Chevrolet's reputation as a leader in the truck market. Its innovative features and exceptional craftsmanship set new standards for pickup trucks, inspiring future generations of Chevy trucks. Chevy C10 Features: - Powerful engines for exceptional performance - Rugged construction for durability - Timeless design with sleek lines and bold accents - Spacious and comfortable interiors - Advanced technologies for enhanced driving experience Over the years, the Chevy C10 has become a coveted classic, beloved by truck enthusiasts and collectors alike. Its legendary power, enduring legacy, and timeless appeal have solidified its place in automotive history. Whether cruising down the highway or embarking on an off-road journey, the Chevy C10 continues to captivate with its unmatched performance, rugged beauty, and undeniable charm. It remains a testament to Chevrolet's commitment to innovation, craftsmanship, and the pursuit of excellence. Model Engine Options Power Output Transmission Price Range Chevy C10 Inline-6, V8 110 - 240 hp 3-speed manual, 4-speed manual, 3-speed automatic $3,000 - $10,000 (depending on condition and customization)

The Trailblazer: Chevy K5 Blazer

Chevy K5 Blazer by autoambiente.com The Chevy K5 Blazer was an innovative addition to the old truck lineup, combining the versatility of a truck with the comfort of an SUV. Its off-road capabilities and distinctive design have made it a sought-after classic vehicle among adventure enthusiasts. The Chevy K5 Blazer, introduced in 1969, marked a significant departure from traditional truck designs. It offered the ruggedness and performance of a truck while providing the comfort and convenience of an SUV. With its removable top and spacious interior, the K5 Blazer became the ideal choice for off-road excursions and outdoor activities. "The Chevy K5 Blazer revolutionized the concept of a multipurpose vehicle. It was the perfect blend of utility and comfort, allowing drivers to tackle rough terrains without compromising on convenience." - Automotive Magazine Equipped with a powerful engine and robust suspension, the K5 Blazer proved its mettle on challenging terrains, from rocky mountains to muddy trails. Its four-wheel drive system gave drivers the confidence to explore off-road destinations, while its spacious cabin offered ample room for passengers and gear. The Chevy K5 Blazer's distinctive design further enhanced its appeal. With its bold and angular lines, it exuded a sense of strength and durability. The iconic grille and prominent Chevy emblem gave it a commanding presence on the road. Over the years, the K5 Blazer has earned a devoted following among adventure enthusiasts and collectors. Its timeless design and legendary performance make it a desirable classic vehicle. Whether you're seeking a capable off-roader or a vintage treasure, the Chevy K5 Blazer delivers on both fronts.

Timeless Charm: Chevy Apache

Chevy Apache by autoambiente.com The Chevy Apache, a beloved classic truck, exudes timeless charm and vintage appeal. This iconic vehicle embodies the simplicity and elegance that define old Chevy trucks, making it a favorite among truck enthusiasts. The Chevy Apache's design elements are a testament to the craftsmanship and attention to detail that Chevrolet is renowned for. The Chevy Apache��showcases a clean and streamlined aesthetic that has stood the test of time. Its distinct front grille, adorned with the Chevrolet emblem, adds a touch of sophistication to its rugged exterior. The smooth contours and well-proportioned bodylines of the Apache reflect an era when automotive design was a true art form. What sets the Chevy Apache apart is its ability to effortlessly blend form and function. The spacious bed allows for practical use, whether it's hauling cargo or embarking on an adventure. Despite its vintage appeal, this truck is still capable of handling the demands of modern-day life. The Chevy Apache's timeless charm lies in its ability to capture the essence of a bygone era while remaining relevant in today's world. Driving a Chevy Apache is like taking a step back in time. The classic interior features an inviting cabin with comfortable seating and a simple yet functional dashboard layout. With its smooth and responsive handling, the Chevy Apache offers a driving experience that truly embodies the spirit of old Chevy trucks. Truck enthusiasts continue to be captivated by the Chevy Apache, appreciating its ability to evoke nostalgia and admiration. Whether it's participating in car shows or cruising down the open road, this classic truck commands attention and respect. With its timeless charm and vintage appeal, the Chevy Apache serves as a reminder of the rich history and enduring legacy of old Chevy trucks. It showcases the passion and dedication that Chevrolet put into crafting reliable and stylish vehicles that stand the test of time.

Classic Workhorse: Chevy 3800

  The Chevy 3800 is a legendary model that exemplifies the qualities of a classic workhorse. With its reputation for reliability and durability, this truck has earned the trust of countless owners over the years. Whether it's tackling tough jobs on the farm or navigating challenging terrain, the Chevy 3800 delivers the performance and capability that truck enthusiasts demand. One of the key factors behind the Chevy 3800's success is its robust performance. Equipped with a powerful engine, this truck has the strength to handle heavy loads and conquer any task. Its towing and hauling capabilities make it an ideal choice for those in need of a dependable workhorse that can get the job done. In addition to its performance, the Chevy 3800 features a utilitarian design that prioritizes functionality. The spacious cargo bed provides ample room for hauling equipment, supplies, or any other items necessary for the job. Its sturdy construction and rugged exterior ensure that it can withstand the rigors of daily use, even in harsh conditions. Moreover, the Chevy 3800 offers a comfortable and practical interior, making long hours on the road more enjoyable. With its well-designed cabin and ergonomic seating, drivers and passengers alike can experience a smooth and comfortable ride. The intuitive controls and user-friendly features further enhance the overall driving experience. With its reliability, durability, and performance, the Chevy 3800 has become a favorite among those who depend on their trucks to get the job done. Key Features of the Chevy 3800: - Powerful engine for impressive towing and hauling capabilities - Spacious and durable cargo bed for carrying heavy loads - Sturdy construction and rugged exterior for enhanced durability - Comfortable interior with intuitive controls for an enjoyable driving experience Whether you're a farmer, tradesperson, or outdoor enthusiast, the Chevy 3800 is a truck that embodies the spirit of a classic workhorse. Its reliability, durability, and performance make it a trusted companion that can handle any task with ease. Experience the timeless appeal and practicality of the Chevy 3800, a true testament to Chevrolet's commitment to building exceptional trucks. Model Engine Towing Capacity Cargo Bed Size Chevy 3800 4.8L Inline-6 Up to 8,000 lbs 8 feet

The Muscle Truck: Chevy Cheyenne Super

Chevy Cheyenne Super by autoambiente.com The Chevy Cheyenne Super is a true powerhouse in the world of old Chevy trucks. With its bold design and unmatched performance, this model perfectly exemplifies Chevy's commitment to producing high-performance vehicles. Combining raw power, exceptional handling, and a touch of luxury, the Chevy Cheyenne Super has earned its place as a coveted classic among truck enthusiasts. Innovative Features and Design The Chevy Cheyenne Super boasts a range of innovative features that set it apart from other trucks of its time. From its powerful engines to its advanced suspension system, every element of this muscle truck is designed to deliver an unparalleled driving experience. Its aerodynamic design reduces drag and enhances fuel efficiency, while its sleek lines and bold styling turn heads wherever it goes. "The Chevy Cheyenne Super is the ultimate combination of power, performance, and luxury. Its cutting-edge features and distinctive design make it a standout in the world of classic trucks." SEO Opportunities: The Chevy Cheyenne Super presents a unique blend of power, performance, and luxury that makes it a highly sought-after classic among old Chevy trucks. Its innovative features and bold design continue to captivate truck enthusiasts, cementing its place in automotive history. A Coveted Classic Decades after its introduction, the Chevy Cheyenne Super still holds a special place in the hearts of truck lovers. Its iconic status is reinforced by its timeless appeal and the enduring reputation it has gained over the years. Whether it's tearing up the open road or hauling heavy loads, the Chevy Cheyenne Super delivers on every front. SEO Opportunities: The Chevy Cheyenne Super stands as a testament to Chevy's dedication to producing powerful and high-performance trucks. Its reputation as a coveted classic remains strong, attracting the attention of collectors and enthusiasts who appreciate its unparalleled combination of power, performance, and luxury. Specification Comparison: Specification Chevy Cheyenne Super Competitor Truck Engine Options Powerful V8 engines with various displacements Less powerful engine options Transmission Smooth-shifting automatic transmission Manual transmission Towing Capacity Impressive towing capabilities Limited towing capacity Interior Comfort Luxurious cabin with premium features Basic interior with fewer amenities   Note: The specifications provided above are general and may vary depending on the model year and specific trim level of the Chevy Cheyenne Super and its competitor truck. As the pinnacle of Chevy's commitment to producing powerful and high-performance trucks, the Chevy Cheyenne Super continues to be revered as a muscle truck that combines luxury and capability in a way that few others can match. Its iconic design and innovative features make it a true classic, capturing the hearts of truck enthusiasts who appreciate the thrill of the open road and the power that lies beneath the hood.

Classic Style: Chevy Cameo

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