#my taste in men continues to be predictable

[universe2snumber1fan]

I want him

[frznkingdom]

[Corporate needs you to find the difference-]

[sleepyhoon]

TWO MOONS - L.HS

pairing. plug!heeseung x reader

genre. smut, 18+ content, one shot, drabble. MDNI!

word count. 4k+

warnings. drug & alcohol consumption, partying, swearing, sex while intoxicated, short smut [ dry humping, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), fingering ]

synopsis. based off of this hard thought! plug!heeseung who likes you so much that he's convinced himself that you're kinda evil.

a/n. sorry this took so long lol hope u enjoy regardless :) no part 2 so plss dont request it but maybe some drabbles!! also not fully proofread so pls disregard any typos or grammatical errors hehe

Never in his life did Heeseung predict he’d be getting bitched around by a girl arguably much shorter, physically weaker, and far less intimidating than him. And yet here he was, shirtless in his kitchen at two in the morning on his third attempt of baking edibles all because you were too scared to smoke a little weed. 

Fucking ridiculous.

It’s his own fault, really, he should’ve known that innocent, good girl persona you put on was all an act you use to control people – specifically men. Stirring the dessert batter in the mixing bowl, Heeseung shakes his head at the memory of you tilting your head and batting your eyelashes at him as you spoke, your perfectly manicured nails – that you probably got some desperate bitchboy to pay for – tracing and lightly scratching his bicep.

“So,” you started, dragging out the ‘o’, “how much do you charge for edibles?”

Heeseung shakes his head, tracing the rim of his half-empty red solo cup as he responds, “Edibles aren’t my forte. You don’t smoke?”

“Not my forte,” you say in a mocking tone, making Heeseung chuckle. “It’s just too much, you know? The smell, how quick it kicks in…not for me. But, uh, if you don’t make them I’ll stop wasting your time, then.” You give Heeseung a friendly pat on the shoulder before turning on your heels, fully prepared to disappear back into the party and find someone who actually meets your needs.

“Wait!” Heeseung stops you, tugging on your arm until you’re back to facing him. He can’t fucking believe this bullshit manipulation tactic you’re using on him is actually working, he’s literally pulling on your arm like a child so you won’t leave him.

You raise a brow at him as you wait for Heeseung to continue, taking note of his sudden nervousness, “Yeah?”

“Uh…are you into, like, brownies? Or…”

The smirk you gave in response said enough, you’ve got him exactly where you want him.

He’d spent the next few hours browsing the aisles of Target, checking his phone every so often and checking off each ingredient as he tossed them into the bright red shopping cart. To make matters worse, you hadn’t even requested normal brownies, you wanted some shit he’d hardly ever heard of before: blondies. 

It was bad enough that Heeseung already couldn’t bake for shit, and here you were demanding he’d make something he’d never even tasted before; you really are a master manipulator.

His third and final attempt at baking the blondies were a success, his three roommates taste-testing the fresh batch as a final confirmation.

“I can’t even taste it,” Jake says, his brows shooting up in delight, “you sure you’re not forgetting the main ingredient?”

“That’s the whole point,” Heeseung explains, cutting the remaining batch into neat squares, “YN doesn’t want the taste to be too strong, she likes when it’s more subtle and takes awhile to kick in.”

“Are you her wife or her plug?” Sunghoon jokes from his spot on the couch, taking a small bite of his own blondie.

“Neither,” Jay inserts himself into the conversation, taking a seat next to Sunghoon, “I’m sure he wants to be both, though.”

“Fuck off,” Heeseung snaps, momentarily narrowing his eyes at his roommates. “We just met, I’m just trying to get to know her.” He sets the knife down, reaching into the wooden cabinet to retrieve ziplock bags.

“You’re already her bitch, what else is there to know?” Sunghoon half-jokes, resting his feet on the ottoman.

“I am not her bitch.”

He totally is, if the way he’s hurrying to send you a picture of the freshly made blondies is anything to go by.

Heeseung * 2:47 AM

[Attachment: 1 Image] Yooo

YN * 9:06 AM

omggggg  ur the fucking best how much??

You didn’t respond until the following morning, causing Heeseung to nearly jump out of his skin once he woke up to your texts. He turns on his side, elbow propped up against the mattress as he formulates a response.

Heeseung * 10:31 AM

1 for 10 or 2 for 15. venmo or cashapp But lmk if you want more 

YN * 10:40 AM

no cash? :(

Heeseung’s about to go on a long winded explanation about how money transferring apps are quicker and more convenient than accepting cash when you interrupt him by sending a photo.

YN * 10:41 AM 

[Attachment: 1 Image] plsssss i don’t trust cashapp and ive been having issues w my venmo acc :(

It’s a photo of the bottom half of your face, lips formed into a cute pout with your camera angled low enough to show off your cleavage. You weren’t even trying to be discreet, setting your forearm underneath your chest to make your boobs sit higher, the cheetah print material of your bra peeking out from under your too-small tank top.

Heeseung swallows hard, staring down at the photo with his pupils blown wide as his trembling fingers type out a response.

Heeseung * 10:50 AM

Actually you know what don’t even worry about it lmao Consider it a gift When r u free for pickup Or i can bring to u Either or is fine lol

YN * 10:59 AM

omg :o are u sure?  don’t want u to lose out on money >.<

Heeseung * 11:11 AM

It’s fine dw about me baby U picking up? Or want me to drop off On campus is too risky

YN * 11:12 AM

thank u hee!!!!!!! im done with classes around 4:30 i’ll pick up around then if that works also u responded at 11:11…angel number u must be my angel :o

There you go again with your subtle manipulation tactics that Heeseung swears won’t work on him. If there really is angel out of the two of you, it definitely wouldn’t be you, but Heeseung’s not too sure he’d be considered one either. After all, in the twelve minutes it took him to respond to your message, he spent ten of them fucking into his fist as he stared at the photo you sent.

His mind conjured up countless scenarios; leaving hickeys and bite marks across your chest, slipping his dick between your tits as you held them together for him, cumming all over them, fucking anything. Desperate wasn’t even the word.

Heeseung * 11:13 AM

Must be :)

After a month and a half of being your personal baker slash bitchboy, Heeseung really is convinced that you’re using him, yet he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything he’s grateful, fully aware that if it weren’t for him being your plug, the two of you likely never would’ve crossed paths despite attending the same universities.

There wasn’t an ounce of school spirit in his body, so he had little to no urgency to attend any of the sporting events you cheered at or one of the many school-sponsored events you were required to attend. Meeting you at that party not too long ago had been his first encounter with you ever, and you clearly left him with a great first impression on him.

Since that night, he’s found himself conjuring up a new batch of edibles for you every week; brownies, cupcakes, cereal bars, whatever the fuck you wanted, and half the time he’d do it for free if it meant he got to give it to you in person.

He still hasn’t convinced you to actually smoke, though, but maybe it’s for the best. The mere thought of getting high with you and how you’d stare him down with half-lidded eyes was enough to make his dick hard — in fact, it already has. Several times.

Enough time has passed to the point where it’s obvious to everyone, yourself included, that Heeseung has genuine feelings for you that go beyond a physical and sexual attraction. Sure, he’s still convinced that you’re a little bit evil and definitely manipulative, but he considers it part of the fun. He’s also deluded himself into having the “I can fix her” mindset that he’s been using to justify his actions of ignoring your red flags.

However, even if he can’t “fix” you, it wouldn’t be a huge loss. Red is his favorite color, after all.

“You sound…crazy, and she sounds crazier,” Jake leans against the kitchen counter, raising a concerned brow at Heeseung as he takes a sip of his drink.

“I’m not crazy,” Heeseung corrects, “and YN is…I don’t know, honestly. Leave her alone, dipshit.”

Jake throws a hand up in defense, glaring when a fellow partygoer accidentally bumps into him, nearly causing him to spill his drink. “Rather be a dipshit than a bitchboy.” He mutters loud enough for Heeseung to hear before groaning, “Wow, speak of the devil.”

Heeseung turns, following Jake’s line of sight until he spots you walking through the front door. Stunning as always, your khaki mini skirt and black halter top fitting as if they were custom designed for you and only you.

Despite extending you an invitation to Sunghoon’s birthday party, Heeseung was fairly certain you wouldn’t show up tonight, assuming you’d be consumed with cheer practice or one of your many extracurricular activities to attend. Yet, here you were, a wicked grin on your face as you made eye contact with Heeseung.

He gulps in return, eyes wide as he watches you walk over to him and Jake.

You stand beside Heeseung, shooting him a quick smile before directing your attention to Jake, “Sunghoon! Happy birthday, king!”

Jake side-eyes you, briefly glancing at Heeseung before responding, “I’m not…you know what? Nevermind, thanks.” He takes this as an opportunity to exit the conversation, giving Heeseung a light pat on the shoulder as he leaves.

“Didn’t think you’d be here.” Heeseung comments, leaning against the kitchen countertop.

You shrug, “Wasn’t doing anything else, figured it wouldn’t hurt to stop by for a little. Besides, I wanted to see you.”

“Yeah?” Heeseung asks, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Yeah,” you respond, taking a step closer and resting your hand on his bicep, “got anything for me?”

Fuck, Heeseung knew he should’ve made another batch of brownies or some shit. He seriously hadn’t been expecting you to show up tonight, otherwise he would’ve been prepared.

He shakes his head, “Not this time, you should’ve told me you were coming; I would’ve made something.”

You groan, momentarily tilting your head back, “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me surprised,” his hand lands on your waist, pulling your body until your flush against him, “why won’t you just smoke with me?”

You grimace, shaking your head in response.

Heeseung rolls his eyes, “Just once? I know your first time wasn’t that great, but, I really think you’d like it if you tried again.”

“I don’t know, Hee…”

“Tell you what,” Heeseung starts, clearing his throat, “smoke with me just this once, and your next few purchases are on me.”

It isn’t much of an offer considering most of the shit he gave you was either free or already extremely discounted, but your eyes light up regardless. “Really?”

Heeseung nods, “I swear.”

You think it over for a moment, the pros instantly outweigh the cons and lead you to accept Heeseung’s desperate offer. 

A few minutes later, you find yourself in a comfortable lounge chair with Heeseung in his backyard, grateful that the remaining partygoers opted to stay indoors, giving you privacy and alone time with him.

You’re sitting sideways on his lap, trying your best to ignore the feeling of his dick pressing right against your ass, neatly rolled blunt in one hand as he uses the other to fish a lighter from his pocket. “You’re nervous,” he comments.

You shake your head, “I’m not.”

“You are, I feel you shaking.”

“I’m fine, just kinda cold. Go on.”

Heeseung studies you for a moment, eye contact strong and intimidating as ever as he brings the blunt to his parted lips. You watch carefully as he brings the lighter towards the tip, focusing entirely too much on the concentrated look on his face as he lights it. Slowly, he begins to rotate it as the end continues to burn, taking a few small puffs here and there.

Satisfied with his creation, Heeseung takes a long, slow drag, inhaling the smoke into his lungs before titling his head away to exhale.

“Your turn,” he says, offering you the blunt.

You hesitantly stare down at it before accepting; it was intimidating to say the least, the scent alone strong enough to make your head hurt. Heeseung watches you patiently, eyes darting between your lips and the blunt in silence.

Deciding you need a little bit of encouragement, he brings his thumb to your lips, parting them slightly as his free-hand wraps around your wrist, “You’ll be fine, trust me.” 

Under the guidance of his calloused hand, you finally bring the blunt up to your lips and briefly inhale before immediately exhaling.

Heeseung chuckles, shaking his head, “How’d that feel?”

You ponder for a moment, passing the blunt back to Heeseung, “I don’t feel anything. Literally nothing.”

“I mean, yeah, you didn’t even inhale it.”

You roll your eyes, “Why are there so many steps? This is why I prefer edibles.”

“I’m just showing you that you have other options, babe.”

“Yeah, well I’m sticking to my baked goods. You can have the rest of that, I don’t want anymore.”

Heeseung’s well aware that you’re a woman of your word, and the chances of you ever smoking again were a definite zero, so trying to get you to change your mind was pointless. However, there is one thing that may just work on you.

“Mind if I try something?”

You perk up, “Try what?”

“I do all the work but you still get high.”

You raise a brow, “That’s possible?”

He nods, “All you’d have to do is take deep breaths.”

Taking a deep breath, you accept Heeseung’s offer with a sigh, resting a hand on his shoulder as you adjust yourself on his lap. “Fine.”

Here goes nothing.

He guides the blunt back to his lips, taking a long drag as he holds the smoke in his mouth. He tilts his head upward towards you, taking your chin in his hand, signaling for you to part your lips. You follow his command and part your lips open, just enough for Heeseung to close the distance and allow the smoke into your mouth, his lips barely brushing against yours in the process.

You take in a deep breath, eyes closed shut and inhale the smoke, careful not to exhale too quickly and have a repeat of your previous attempt.

“How was that?” Heeseung asks, taking note of your sudden silence.

Truthfully, it wasn’t bad. The smell is still too strong for your liking and requires much more effort than biting off a piece of dessert and calling it a day, but it wasn’t bad. You’re certain that Heeseung shotgunning it into your mouth only added to the experience.

“Not bad,” you admit, “probably because you did all the work.”

He chuckles at that, “I’ll always take care of you, remember that.”

Heeseung is having the time of his life, thoroughly convinced that he finally has some power over you. Here you were sitting on his lap in his backyard letting him blow smoke into your mouth. Sure, it may have taken a lot of convincing and begging on his end to get to this point, but none of that matters; baby steps are still movement.

As if the night couldn’t have gotten any better, you’re asking Heeseung to shotgun more smoke into your mouth over and over. He’s careful to maintain a calm and nonchalant demeanor as he does so, not wanting to come off as too eager out of fear of scaring you away. Or even worse, giving you back that power you have over him.

On the fifth time, you swipe your tongue across Heeseung’s bottom lip when he passes the smoke into your mouth, a low groan escaping from him in the process. He’s fully hard in his jeans by now, and there’s no way you can’t feel his dick pressing right into you. Despite the cold weather, your entire body feels warm all over, Heeseung only adding to the pleasure.

You should’ve taken Heeseung a bit more seriously when he said you’d still get high from this; after a few minutes, your limbs were already starting to feel lighter and weaker. A delicate, cloud-like haze fills your head; your vision blurs slightly and it takes a few minutes for you to fully relax.

Heeseung, attentive as ever, remains silent and still has he watches you; primarily due to the fact that you squirming around on his lap is only adding to the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. One wrong move, and he’d surely be cumming in his boxers.

You rest your forehead against Heeseung, pressing a firm hand against his chest when he moves to blow more smoke into your mouth. He hums, staring up at with a concerned look on his face.

You close your eyes, mumbling, “Heeseung…”

He hums again in response, still holding the smoke in his mouth.

You open your eyes briefly before closing them again, balling up the collar of his shirt in your fist as you lean down to press your lips against his. He opens his mouth on instinct, as if it were a second nature, parting his lips slightly and exhaling the smoke into your mouth once again.

Heeseung absentmindedly sets the blunt down, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer to him until your tits are pressed right up against his chest. He groans into your mouth at the feelings, tilting his head to allow himself further into your mouth. 

You cup his face in your hands, hips moving forward as you slowly begin to grind yourself against him. “Fuck,” he moans in a low voice, “keep doing that.”

You grind down harsher this time, capturing his moan in your mouth in the process. With each movement of your hips, a shiver descends down your spine at the friction; Heeseung is painfully hard, and from what you could feel, he was definitely packing. Bigger than what you would’ve expected.

It all feels too good; you grinding against him, the state of his high, your tongue in his mouth. It’s all so overwhelmingly euphoric that Heeseung hardly realizes how close he is to literally cumming in his boxers.

His body was always overly sensitive whenever he got high, and often avoided any sort of intimacy that involved another person due to how embarrassingly quick he would finish, and tonight doesn't seem to be any different. What makes matters worse is the fact that Heeseung was already desperately attracted to you and had been dreaming of this moment since he’d first met you.

He pulls away quickly, cursing under his breath, “YN, h-hold on,” he stutters, “slow down, please.”

You don’t listen; in fact, you can barely even hear him with how caught up you were in your own head. “Hmm? Say that again?”

“S-slow – ah, fuck – slow down for a sec, baby.”

His grip on your waist tightens, and despite the urgency in his tone of wanting you to slow down, he makes no effort to still your hips move you off of him. Fuck it, it is what it is.

“Why?” You question, tilting your head, but you’re a few seconds too late.

Heeseung’s entire body shivers, hips jolting upwards as he comes on himself, making a mess of his boxers. While that alone was definitely embarrassing, Heeseung is more annoyed over the fact that you’ve regained your power over him. His priorities were definitely fucked, but he didn’t even care; he could clean himself up later, but the damage to his ego would take longer to repair.

Your hands fly to your mouth in shock, eyes widening as you process what’s just happened, “Oh, Heeseung…” you mumble into the palm of your hands.

He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he runs a hand down his face, “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding.”

“It’s okay! It happens! No big deal!” You try to reassure him, but it goes in one ear and out the other.

Sure it happens and maybe it isn’t a big deal, but it is for Heeseung. He’s not the type to bust a nut over someone squirming around in his lap for ten minutes, this shit was fucking insanity.

“I’m seriously not like this, I’m just overly-sensitive when I’m high. I swear, I-”

“It’s fine, Heeseung,” you interrupt, standing from his lap, “if anything, I’m flattered! Why don’t you, uh, get cleaned up and I’ll see you later?”

“YN, come on, don’t do this.” He pleads, following you and you make your way towards the sliding door. 

“I told you, it’s fine! I’m not like,” you pause, opening the door with a loud grunt, “mad or weirded out or anything.”

You slip back into the living room, Heeseung hot on your tail with every step. “Let me make it up to you!”

You sigh, “Honestly, I don’t think you have it in you to do that right now.”

“I do! Just let me, please.”

“Heeseung, please drop it. I said it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine, at least let me eat you out or something!”

“Heeseung!” Your eyes widen at his lewd, shameless offer, “Lower your voice! We’re in a fucking party surrounded by people!”

He smacks his teeth, “I don’t care. Please, YN.”

“You don’t have to make it up to me, you do not owe me anything.”

A beat of silence passes, then he says, “Then do it for me. Please.”

Even though Heeseung was the one literally begging to go down for you, there is a possibility of him having some sort of power over you; or maybe you just have a soft spot for him. Either way, you end up lying in his bed twenty minutes later, skirt bunched up around your waist as Heeseung’s wet tongue circles your clit, desperate attempt at coaxing a second orgasm from you.

He hadn’t even realized he’d grown hard again just from eating you out, and would likely end up cuuming in his boxers again just from doing this.

“Fuck,” he moans into your folds, pulling away slightly to pepper kisses on your inner thighs, “been waiting so fucking long for this.”

“Yeah?” You question, your grip on Heeseung’s hair tightening.

This earns a low groan from him as he nods against your skin, “You have no idea.”

Deciding he’s spent enough time away from your cunt, his lips make their way back onto you; his tongue falls flat against you, dragging your wetness upwards towards your swollen clit before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud.

Your body shivers, a beam of sweat dripping down your forehead as your second orgasm approaches. You’ve been eaten out before, countless times, but never like this. It was almost as if Heeseung was doing it for his own pleasure rather than your.

He teases your entrance with his finger before sliding two of them in with ease, curling them upwards and immediately hitting the spot you needed him the most.

“H-Heeseung…hold on…”

He hums, but he’s not really listening, too occupied with kitten-licking your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you. The knot in your stomach finally snaps and you’re gushing against his hands and mouth, Heeseung only takes this as a sign to continue lapping at your cunt. You have to literally grab him by the hair and drag him away from you.

He stares up at you, pupils blown wide and his chin coated in your juices, but he definitely looks happy. “What?” he asks.

You struggle to catch your breath, “You’re hard again?”

He looks down at his crotch momentarily before shrugging, “I guess.”

“You…don’t you wanna do something about that?”

His eyes flash down to your cunt for a split second, “It can wait.”

You scoff, “Well, I need a minute.”

Heeseung nods in agreement, impatiently drumming his fingers on his bed as you flop against his mattress. “Ready?” He asks once a minute has passed.

“No.”

He sighs, then sighs again, and again and again until you let out a frustrated groan. “Go get me a glass of fucking water.”

“Okay!” He shouts while standing, exiting the bedroom in a hurry. Maybe you really do treat him like a bitchboy, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

[galaxy-stardust]

Time-out with the Task Force

Part 8

After the chaos of the slopes, the group had agreed on a quieter afternoon - well, as quiet as it could get with these men.

Price had suggested they chop some wood to keep the lodge stocked, and of course, Soap and Gaz had turned it into a competition immediately. You, meanwhile, had taken over the small kitchen, determined to make something warm and filling for everyone.

From your spot at the counter, you could hear them outside.

"Alright, Johnny, let’s see what you got," Gaz taunted.

The unmistakable thunk of an axe hitting wood followed.

"That’s how it’s done!" Soap announced proudly.

"Decent," Gaz admitted. "But watch this - "

Another sharp crack echoed outside.

"Show-offs," Price muttered.

You peeked out the window, watching as Soap and Gaz continued their self-imposed chopping contest. Price had his arms crossed, observing with a slight shake of his head.

And then there was Simon.

He wasn’t competing. He was methodically splitting logs with effortless precision, his hoodie still up, sleeves pushed to his elbows, strong forearms flexing as he worked. There was no wasted movement, no unnecessary showmanship - just raw efficiency.

You swallowed.

Okay. That was… distracting.

So much for focusing on cooking.

You quickly turned back to your work, trying not to think too hard about how ridiculously good he looked. Instead, you focused on preparing a hearty stew, chopping vegetables and stirring the pot while the scent of simmering broth filled the lodge.

Not long after, the door swung open, and the cold rushed in along with the men.

"Smells amazing," Price said as he pulled off his gloves.

"About time we got some proper food," Gaz added, stretching his arms.

Soap, grinning, stomped the snow off his boots. "Hope there’s enough for a real man’s appetite."

"Maybe I should’ve made less," you teased. "You lost the chopping contest, didn’t you?"

Soap scoffed. "I did not lose! It was a tie!"

"Sure," you said, hiding your smirk.

Simon entered last, quieter than the others, shaking a bit of snow from his hoodie before pulling it down. His gaze found yours immediately.

"Didn’t expect you to be cooking," he murmured as he passed, his hand ghosting over your lower back.

You shot him a look. "What, you thought I’d let all of you starve?"

"Mm. Just didn’t think you’d go through the trouble."

You huffed. "You act like I don’t enjoy feeding you lot."

He just hummed, but there was something unreadable in his expression. Like he was trying to figure out what to say next.

Instead, he reached for the ladle and tasted a spoonful of the stew.

"Oi!" You swatted at him. "It’s not ready yet!"

His brow raised slightly as he swallowed. "Tastes ready to me."

Soap, having heard that, immediately tried to sneak over. You swatted at him too, brandishing the wooden spoon. "Nope! Out of my kitchen!"

Soap raised his hands in surrender, grinning. "Fine, fine. But we’re starving!"

"Five more minutes."

That was met with exaggerated groans, but they backed off - mostly. Simon, of course, stayed close.

As you stirred the stew, he leaned in slightly, voice low enough that only you could hear. "You alright?"

"Yeah," you said, glancing at him. "You?"

His lips twitched, just barely. "Yeah."

A quiet understanding passed between you, a moment of peace amidst all the chaos.

And then, predictably, Gaz ruined it.

"Oi, are you two having a moment over the stew?"

Soap snickered. "Looks like it."

Price just sighed. "For Christ’s sake, let them be."

You rolled your eyes, but you could see the way Simon’s jaw tensed, his ears a little red.

You smirked. "Don’t be jealous, boys."

Simon, to your delight, simply stole another bite of stew and gave you a knowing look.

Yeah. This was home.

With the stew finally ready, you began ladling portions into bowls while the men gathered around the small dining table.

Which, of course, was when the chaos started.

Soap and Gaz immediately started shoving at each other like schoolboys, both reaching for the same seat.

"I was here first, mate!" Soap argued.

"Like hell you were!" Gaz shot back.

"You were still takin’ off your boots, doesn’t count!"

"Would you two sit down before I make you eat outside?" you threatened, pointing the wooden spoon at them.

Soap, the overgrown menace that he was, tried to lean forward and take a sip from the pot - directly.

You didn’t hesitate. Whap! The spoon met the top of his head with a satisfying smack.

"Ow!" He jerked back, rubbing the spot. "Bloody hell, woman, that hurt!"

"Good," you said sweetly. "Now sit down."

Gaz was cackling as he took a victorious seat, sticking his tongue out at Soap, who grumbled but finally relented.

Price, already settled in, just sighed and shook his head. "Jesus, you lot are like children."

Simon, standing beside you, chuckled lowly. "Told you," he murmured.

"You didn’t tell me enough," you muttered back.

With everyone finally settled, you handed out the bowls, only for another problem to arise.

"Where’s the salt?" Gaz asked.

"You don’t need more salt," you said.

"Could use some spice," Soap added.

"You absolutely don’t need spice."

Simon, across from you, leaned back slightly, eyeing the others. "It’s fine the way it is."

"Yeah, well, not all of us have weirdly low taste bud sensitivity," Gaz shot back.

You crossed your arms. "Do you want to cook next time?"

Silence.

"That’s what I thought."

Price, the only one with manners, cleared his throat. "It’s good stew. Thank you."

"Thank you, Price," you said pointedly, glaring at the others.

Soap gave you an innocent smile. "Aye, thanks, lass."

Gaz grinned. "Yeah, yeah, thanks for feedin’ us."

Simon, ever quiet, simply gave your knee a squeeze under the table.

You huffed but smiled. "Now you can eat."

The table finally settled into the comfortable clatter of spoons and quiet conversation.

…Until Simon suddenly froze.

You noticed immediately, your brows furrowing. "What?"

He didn’t answer right away, just chewed slowly before swallowing. Then, his eyes flicked to you.

"This has mushrooms in it."

Your stomach dropped. "Shit."

The entire table went silent.

Price sighed. "For fuck’s sake - "

Gaz, who had just taken a bite, choked. "Wait, is he allergic?"

Soap swore. "Why didn’t you say somethin’, mate?!"

Simon, despite the situation, just wiped his mouth calmly. "It’s fine."

"It’s not fine!" you exclaimed. "Are you allergic?"

Simon shook his head. "Not allergic. Just… don’t like ’em."

Relief hit you like a truck, followed immediately by a wave of exasperation. "Jesus, Simon. Say that before scaring the hell out of me."

Price pinched the bridge of his nose. "This team’s gonna give me grey hairs."

Soap snorted. "Mate, you already have grey hairs."

You quickly reached over and took Simon’s bowl away before he could suffer through another bite. "Alright, no mushrooms for you. I’ll make something else - "

"You don’t have to," he started, but you shot him a look.

"You think I’m gonna let you sit here with an empty plate while everyone else eats?"

He hesitated. Then, finally, sighed. "…Fair enough."

As you got up to make him something different, you heard Soap mutter to Gaz, "She definitely wears the pants in this relationship."

"Shut up, Johnny," Simon said dryly.

And then - just to add to the chaos - Gaz knocked over his drink, Soap yelled at him, and Price, looking utterly exhausted, simply got up, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and left the room.

Yeah. Dinner with this team was never quiet.

Part 9

[icyg4l]

PAC: Why Did You Reincarnate as a Woman?

For this Pick-A-Pile, I am going to continue with my Women’s History Month series, where I uplift, inspire and/or relate to women on this platform. This reading is a bit of a life path reading and a past life reading but it’s more general. So take whatever resonates and leave what doesn’t. Without further ado, please pick a pile!

Left-to-Right (1-3):

Pile 1: If you chose this pile, this is definitely for my girls who like to move around. I think that you’re someone who was meant to be rich, you definitely have expensive taste. In a past life, I think that you were into the esoteric world and into the arts. You dibbled and dabbled in a little bit of this and that. But I don’t think that you were able to find stability in your past life. But you had a clear vision for yourself. So this time, you’ve reincarnated as a woman to gain financial stability and independence from the debts of your past life. In past lives, you could have been non-committal or always wanting to rush into things. And as a result, you reincarnated without ever having a satisfied spirit. As women, we are expected to be the nurturers and sidekicks to men. But you, Pile One, are definitely the main character. You’re a free spirit and a force to be reckoned with. You follow the beat of your own drum. But remember that the goal is to feel happy with where you already are. Your spirit has a lot of fire but don’t burn it out trying to be everywhere all at once. You were born to be the non-comformist and that’s okay.

Signs: Gemini, Taurus, Leo, Sagittarius.

Cards Used: 7 of Cups, 5 of Wands, Queen of Discs, 9 of Discs, 2 of Discs, Ace of Discs, The High Priestess, The Hierophant, 3 of Swords, The Star, 4 of Discs, The World, 8 of Wands and Justice.

extras: beyhive. saweetie. white nails. green eyes. born with heart issues. short-term career path. life path number five. pirates. bohemian style. theatre kid. paint. big city girl.

Pile Two: If you chose this pile, you’re definitely someone who is described as a pure spirit. What’s funny is I channeled those Snapped interviews of people saying their friend was “the light in a dark room”. You have the tendency to make friends easily. You’re very introverted. That’s how it’s supposed to be. In a past life, you could have suffered from depression; perhaps you were in a mental hospital. You were burdened with a reputation that wasn’t true to your character. You were an outcast. Maybe you could predict death & people despised you for it. I think you felt unloved and misunderstood. This life is supposed to be a clean slate for you, Pile Two. I think that there was a lot of gossip about you. But this time, you carried over the scars from being a target of gossip. Maybe you feel like you don’t really have any friends. Maybe you have a weird relationship with trust & you end up trusting the wrong people/none at all. Maybe you keep people at an arms length but you’re still a friend to all. I think that you reincarnated as a woman to reclaim your power and the right to be here on this Earth. You make the world go round, Pile Two. Don’t forget that. Never feel guilty for having fun.

Cards Used: Justice, The Chariot, Knight of Wands, Page of Cups, 3 of Cups, 3 of Discs, King of Wands, 10 of Wands, Queen of Swords, The Magician, Ace of Swords, 9 of Cups, Ace of Cups (RX), Ten of Swords, The High Priestess, 7 of Cups, Queen of Cups and The World (RX).

Signs: Sagittarius, Scorpio, Aquarius, Libra.

extras: nurse. break my soul. ellie goulding. codependency. microsoft. computer geek. smiley emoji. venusian. dmv. pills. fasting. making friends with outcasts. working with autistic children/elderly people.

Pile Three: If you chose this pile, you’re probably a person who struggles with their faith. This doesn’t come from nowhere & it’s not new to you. It’s in fact true to you. Today, you’re described as someone who is rebellious or maybe even lazy, but somehow you never complain about your circumstances. You’re like Trish De La Rosa. You keep a job! But in a past life, you were like a moody teenager. You never really saw the good in things. You were very negative. You held grudges and shunned people if they pissed you off. You could have been a gang member or you were an advocate for civil rights. Either way, your mindset was very black-and-white, no in between. As a result, I feel like you can struggle with following the rules today. I also feel like you have the tendency to be anti-religion/anti-Christianity, which is the basis as to why you struggle with your faith. Someone could have told you that you had “loose” ways as a child and this lit a fire under your ass. Misogyny in the church, but also in general is a reason why you have this fighter spirit. You have a fighter spirit, Pile Three. You’re here as a woman to take back what’s yours. You’re here to help other women realize their worth, reclaim their sexuality and transmute their pain into something beautiful, Pile Three and you will do it successfully.

Cards Used: Nine of Swords, The Star, The Emperor, Ace of Wands (RX), Ten of Swords (RX), Two of Discs, Eight of Cups, Queen of Cups, The Sun (RX), 4 of Discs, The World, 4 of Cups, Justice (RX), 8 of Swords, The Lovers (RX), The Hierophant, Princess of Swords.

Signs: Scorpio, Aries, Capricorn, Pisces.

extras: detention. good luck charlie. rapper. obsessed with cats. megan thee stallion. enough (2002). independent women. scarlet red. queer rights activist.

[stellarbit]

(Is this where requests are submitted? Hope so!)

1000 followers! I can’t even fathom that. Well done!

Was hoping for a SFW using “I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.” Female in the periphery of 501st (mech/nurse/comms) who is on the quieter side. Hanging out with the usual mouthy suspects (playing sabacc or watching a game) as the boys throw insults and tease each other. She throws in the occasional pointed zinger and it gets their attention. Then it’s on! Playful banter ensues. An intellectual “geeky girl takes off her glasses and is finally noticed” feel. Thank you for considering my request.

Thank youuuuuu for the request. This was super fun but WARNING I don't actually understand sabacc so beware I winged it a lil.

All Bets Are Off

Word Count: 2.2k Pairing: platonic 501st x fem!reader Warnings: insinuation of gambling and bad portrayal of sabacc Summary: Jesse, Kix, Dogma, Tup, and Fives decide to play sabacc after finding you tinkering away alone. Dogma can't win, probably doesn't know how to, and you decide to lend a hand.

General Skywalker left much of his plans for the upcoming mission to the imagination of the 501st. All preparations that could be made with the few details given were already put into motion - leaving you and your squad with ample time to kill on the Resolute.

The General personally recruited you after your help decrypting Separatist communications during a mission on your home planet. You’d been hesitant at first, having no combat experience and the desire for a quiet life, but accepted regardless.

The men of the 501st battalion did their best to put you at ease and yet, even after a few weeks with them, you still sat in an adjustment period. Not that that stopped them from loitering around you in their downtime. You were their first taste of female attention that wasn’t Jedi, though, they’d never admit it. In return you were boundlessly entertained by the clones, though, you rarely showed it.

Having come upon you tinkering with a broadband transceiver, Jesse, Kix, Fives, Tup, and Dogma took up a game of sabacc to ‘keep you company’, as they put it. All the while, you snuck glances from the sidelines. Three rounds in and Jesse was on top with Dogma sourly coming in last. 

“Admit it, Dogma, you don’t even know how to play.” Jesse laughed, triumphantly splaying out his cards on the table.

A chorus of groans rounded the group, accentuated by Dogma slamming a hand on the table. Quickly on his feet, Dogma jabbed an accusatory finger across the table. “I know how to play. You’re just getting lucky.” He curled his lip and harshly gestured to Tup who sat beside him. “I bet he isn’t even shuffling correctly!”

One corner of your lips tipped into a smirk. Dogma may have been wrong about Tup’s shuffling, but, at least for where you sat, it did seem luck fueled Jesse’s winning streak.

Tup swept his hands around the table, gathering the cards for another round. Ever the patient man, Tup only shook his head at his brother’s accusation. Kix, on the other hand, would never miss an opportunity to rile his tightly wound brother. 

Smirking, the medic leaned over the table, tauntingly saying, “If you’re so sure, maybe you should deal next.” Tup smiled, nodded, and offered the deck to Dogma. His suggestion only further annoyed Dogma, who pointedly shoved Tup’s hand away. 

As Tup started divvying out the cards, Kix continued, “And you’ll need a bigger tattoo to hide those tells, mate.” You paused your work solely to catch the predictable, red tint Dogma’s face took on.

“You’re one to talk,” Fives retorted with a chuckle, glancing at his first card and then smirking mischievously at Kix. “You couldn’t bluff your way out of a paper bag.”

“How do you-”

Jesse cut Kix short, “You pick up an extra card every time you think you’ve got a good hand.” The entire table murmured in humored agreement before settling into determined silence once the cards were dealt. 

It was funny, you thought, how they pestered one another. They really were brothers at the core of it all. 

Your hands remained still as you dialed in on the game. Initially, you drowned out their commotion during the first round. By the end of the second round, you were purposely eavesdropping - which might not have been the right word considering they’d stepped in on your work as opposed to the other way around. In the last round you’d started tracking who laid down what, correctly predicting Jesse’s win. You’d been counting their cards.

As the next round started you didn’t see the harm in possibly lending poor Dogma a little help. You were sure that Tup was right in Dogma’s knowledge of the game, but that didn’t mean he didn’t deserve a little boost. 

Nonchalantly positioning yourself for a view of the whole table, you kept an eye on the cards going around. It seemed that Jesse’s streak might finally break, and fortune was turning in Dogma’s favor.

Confident the other men had equally as bad hands, or worse, than him, you nearly turned away until Dogma started reaching for the draw pile. Hoping to stop him, you purposely scraped your spanner into the device in hand. By chance, the noise stalled him enough to glance towards you.

In a subtle second, you gave a discouraging shake of your head. His eyes stayed on you, albeit with a suspicious glint, as he retracted his hand. Dogma was in no way subtle and his obtuse reaction, just like all of his other tells, was not lost on his squad. You were back to looking busy by the time heads turned your way.

The moment the men returned their attention to the game you followed suit. For reasons unknown to you, Dogma maintained a frustrated expression despite the fact that you knew he had the lowest count hand. At that point, you were certain - he had no clue what the point of the game was or what it took to win. 

The round came to an end when Tup passed on his turn. It was Dogma’s best chance at winning and luckily Dogma did you the favor of looking your way without signal. You quickly mouthed ‘call’ before the others caught on. 

Tup did lean back in search of Dogma’s distraction, surprised to find you spectating. A small smile was all it took for Tup to shrug off his suspicions.

“Call.” Dogma announced with more confidence than you’d expected. 

The table erupted in mild laughter, with Kix nudging Jesse playfully. Jesse leaned forward, eyebrow raised skeptically. "You're bluffing."

"I second that," Kix chimed in. "No way I'm folding."

"Not a chance," Jesse added.

"And what keeps catching your eye?" Fives turned sharply, his suspicion fading as soon as he saw you. Leaning back with a relaxed grin, he draped an arm over the back of his chair. "Didn’t think you’d be interested in card games," he teased. “Or take you for a gambling woman.”

Catching the curious glances from the group, you shrugged lightly, your voice laced with feigned boredom, “Oh, I don’t gamble.” Setting aside the transceiver with the same small smile you gave Tup. “That’s for people who need luck.”

A round of “oohs” filtered through the group, each of the clones smirking to one another.

Fives’ head dipped, clearly amused by the jab. “That’s some big talk.” He nodded again to the table at this back. “Alright then, you tell us who’s going to win.”

You attempted a thoughtful frown but the edge you had on them wouldn’t let you stop smiling. “Well, I know it won’t be you.”

A sharp snort came from across the table. You and Fives peaked over at Dogma, who was finally showing some light heartedness. The smile Dogma finally wore made you feel even more confident in your interjecting. The man really needed to loosen up and you were glad to help.

Unbothered, Fives peered back at you then around the table at each of his brothers. “Not me, huh?” Slinking his arm back around he smoothly glanced at his cards once more and, with a casual flick of his wrist, exposed his hand.

Eager to see the results, you shoved out of your seat to stand at Fives’ shoulder. You were disappointed to see your prediction was a card off, but only by the suit, not the number. And, if you were right, Dogma still had the winning hand.

The others groaned and tossed their cards in. Jesse, visibly knocked down a peg, clicked his tongue and shoved his cards in Tup’s direction. The motion turned the cards face up and revealed a hand that lost to both Fives and Dogma.

You eyed the cards Tup gathered before looking over at Dogma. He had an iron grip on his two cards and an odd expression pinching his face. It was a mix between worry, confusion, and forced composure. Altogether it would be best described as outright discomfort.

Sighing, you relaxed with your head cocked to the side. Pointing over at him you nodded, “Go on Dogma,” you paused, shoring up the courage to join their ribbing. “Show them what it’s like to lose.”

Tup laughed heartily, stopped organizing the cards to give Dogma a sarcastic pat on the shoulder. “Yeah, c’mon Dogma. Show us.”

Instead of shoving Tup off, Dogma smacked his cards down in front of him. He kept the faces hidden beneath his hand for a suspenseful moment before unveiling his winning hand.

Dogma’s discomfort melted away as Tup’s sarcasm turned congratulatory while the others scoffed about Dogma’s luck.

In a show of disbelief, Jesse snapped his head in your direction. His tattoo was distorted by the severe pinching of his brows. “How’d you know he was going to win?” 

Fives leaned in on his elbows, waving a dismissive hand. “Everyone gets a little lucky.” The dismissal bit into your pride, a slight you wouldn’t let pass.

Bringing your face to his level, you purred to Fives, “Like I said, I don’t need luck Corporal.” You mimicked Tup’s gentle pat to the shoulder as you straightened back out. “If you must know, it’s called ‘counting cards’.”

“You counted the cards?” Kix leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, and wearing an incredulous grin. “From over there?” He exchanged a shake of his head with Jesse beside him.

In a voice that was more impressed than incredulous Jesse said, “It does seem like a reach.”

“You’re just mad that you lost.” Dogma interjected, sending a reassuring nod your way. Out of his squad, he’d been the least personable with you up to that point. Not that his struggle with the softer touches of rapport building ever offended you, it just made the small display of kindness stand out more than it would coming from the others.

Unfortunately, his newfound endearance put you on the spot when he followed up by saying, “In fact, I bet she’d wipe the floor with you lot.” 

Dogma wasn’t smiling at you as his brothers turned fully on you, but he was positively brimming with pure confidence in you. He was so much easier to win over than you’d expected and yet, for all he knew, you could’ve just gotten lucky. His borderline blind faith was concerning as it was flattering.

“Well…” Your voice trailed off as the weight of their expectant smiles settled in.

Fives shifted completely around in his chair, soaking up the awkward twinge in your smile. “I’ll take that bet.”

Something about the way his eyebrow quirked up at you in challenge made your stomach flip. For the sake of your sanity you hoped it was born from friendly competition as opposed to charm. 

Sucking on a tooth, you gave it one last thought and rolled your eyes. “If you want to go broke that badly, I won’t say no.” 

Your compliance, reluctant as you tried to make it seem, roused another round of cheering from the men. Fives and Jesse gladly scooted apart, making way as you drug a chair over. 

While you settled in, Tup chuckled as he began shuffling the cards, “If we’d known you liked sabacc, we’d have made you join ages ago.”

Brushing off nonexistent dust from your sleeve you replied, “If I’d known you were this easy to beat I’d have joined ages ago.” Earning their jovial reactions was weirdly satisfying and made you a little annoyed you hadn’t warmed up sooner.

“Alright, alright. Enough chatter.” Fives said in a warm tone. He sat close enough that he only had to lean over slightly to bump into you. “Let’s see you put your money where your mouth is, Shorty.”

Your face heated a bit, neck nearly snapping as you looked up at him. Jesse’s laugh cut you off as you tried to refute the moniker. You weren’t quick enough in turning on Jesse before Kix piped up.

“You are shorter than, well, all of us.”

Even Dogma seemed amused by their joking with you. For him, it probably felt nice for the center of the joking to just not be him for a while. And… it didn’t feel bad either to get the same treatment as they all did.

Despite scoffing to yourself, there was no hiding your enjoyment. A feeling had been bubbling in you through the entire interaction and, without warning, you started laughing loudly and genuinely. Unbeknownst to you, as eager as you were to keep them laughing, seeing your real smile for the first time made the 501st boys just as determined to keep you smiling.

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.” You mumbled as the laughter subsided.

“Ahh, stick with us and I’ll bet you’ll be sick of it.” Tup said, earning an agreeable mumble from the rest of his brothers.

You shrugged, unconvinced. “I’ll take that bet.”

tags: @bruh-myguy-what @baddest-batchers @jetii @hshfsjzjsgj @zahmaddog

[lonesome-witching]

I'm Glad I'm Here

Finally another prompt from my hand. I hope to write more once my break from work starts which is on Friday!!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

The door to Nancy’s room stood ajar. It was only slightly surprising to Robin. The few times she had been over at the Wheeler house, Nancy’s door had been opened all the way. But each of those times Nancy had stood beside her, in front of the doorway.

Each of those times Robin had been there because Nancy had asked her to come. This time she hadn’t. This time it had been her mother who had called in utter distress. Because something was wrong with Nancy. And Robin had run to them, instantly.

She stared into the room through the crack. She could see Nancy. Not consistently, buy every once in a while, she would pop into view. She was rushing from one side of the room to the other. When she was out of view there often was at least one object soaring through the empty space that was left.

“Nancy?” Robin pushed open the door a little more.

“No,” Nancy replied. She didn’t even look at Robin. Not even for a second.

“Nancy, what are you doing?”

“Leave me alone.”

Robin stayed in the doorway as Nancy ripped a poster off her while. The Tom Cruise poster already lay discarded on the floor, surprisingly intact.

“You don’t understand. You couldn’t understand,” Nancy screamed. Even from this distance Robin could see her hands shaking.

“Is this about Vecna?” Robin took a step into the room.

“No, this isn’t about Vecna.”

“Is it about the Upside Down?”

“No, Robin. Stop.”

“Is this about—” Robin stopped herself. She wasn’t sure if she should continue. She wasn’t sure it wouldn’t do more harm than good. “Is this about Barb?”

Nancy stilled her movements. Robin took a step closer to Nancy.

“You can talk about her if you want.”

“What do you know about Barb anyway? You’re going to tell me the same thing Jonathan did every single time I brought her up. ‘It wasn’t your fault, Nancy. You couldn’t have done anything, Nancy. She wouldn’t want you to suffer, Nancy.’ But he didn’t know her like I did. No one knew her like I did.”

“You think you killed her?” Robin’s voice cracked as she spoke.

Nancy scoffed, but when she finally turned around Robin could see the tears in her eyes. “Who else killed her?”

“Vecna? The Upside Down? The Demogorgon?  Why would you think you killed her?”

“She was there because of me.”

“I must have missed something. Since when can you predict the future? Was that something that came at birth or did it start at puberty?”

“Stop making a joke out of this, Robin.”

Robin finally closes the distance, wrapping her arms around Nancy.

“No, don’t touch me.” Nancy starts pushing against Robin’s chest. Losing strength and conviction with every hit.

“It’s not your fault, Nancy. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were just a teenage girl with a questionable taste in men.”

For the first time Nancy let out a soft giggle, through her tears and her sobs. “Don’t let Steve hear you.”

“Oh, let’s be honest. He knows he was an asshole back then. Or at least, he behaved as one.”

Nancy cried into Robin’s chest. For a minute. For ten. For as long as she could. Until the tears stopped coming and a little longer than that.

“Do you want to talk about her?” Robin asked after God knows how long.

“A part of me does. At times I can’t stop thinking about her. But another part of me wants to keep her memory like a secret. I don’t know if that is weird.”

“I think I get it. But if you ever do want to talk about her, I’m right here.”

Nancy finally pulled away, just a little, just enough to stare at Robin’s face. “Why did you come over? We didn’t have plans today.”

“I uhm— your mom called me. She was worried about you.”

“I’m sorry she made you come all this way.”

“Don’t be. I’m glad I’m here. I’m always happy to spend time with you.”

“Even when I’m going feral, trashing my room and shouting at you.”

“Oh totally. It was very Nancy Wheeler of you.”

Nancy laughed softly, a stark contrast with the tear tracks on her cheeks. “What does that even mean?”

Robin grinned. “It means I’m glad I’m here.”

[beebopboom]

Messages from Above

Witch or Prophet? Both?

Both is Good.

In part 1 we covered all the prophecies and images I could find in The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter book

and now we can jump into some analysis and theories about Agnes Nutter - starting with where the hell they came from

Now I’m sure we have all wondered how Agnes got her prophecies. Where they came from? How did she manage make the only completely true prophetic work in history? And predict her death? Well that one may be getting ahead of ourselves.

As for the rest of it though - well she shows us

In the artworks included in her book two that really stood out were ones depicting John and Ezekiel.

In each of these stories they are given a scroll to devour that will taste like honey in their mouth. They are then told to go speak these words/prophesies to others, even if they shall not listen.

But just to summarize what these stories are about - Ezekiel deals with warning people of the destruction of Jerusalem and the Temple as God’s punishment but with a promise of a New Beginning and Temple - John is dealing with the Second Coming, of the angels going through the seals, the blaring of trumpets, and just note that the scroll sits as bitterness in his stomach because of the judgements that are meant to come.

Sensing some running themes here

Agnes Nutter was a women that had a little more agency than these two men though

On the desk when her son-in-law and daughter are going through her things there is a upside down piece of scrap work paper that gives us a little more detail into this

although I do not have everything on this paper figured out, as some things are still a little iffy - I still think it’s enough to include

(and big thanks to @gallup24 @thesherrinfordfacility @archangelween for all the help)

So from what I could put together from all that the top reads as -

To Speak to Saints

Call the names

and say thus. I conjure you by His

Legs and Arm come to me in this

xxx xxx and send unto me a saint named

xxxx. fulfill my command and

understand my word

So while I may not have those names it’s very clear a summoning was happening.

combined with the rest of the paper - which features a pretty similar set up to a certain bookshop, angel and alchemy symbols, and various words such as “Chants, Robes, and Armageddon” - and I believe that this is just kind of like a scrap/work paper which would explain why it’s a bit more messy and unorganized than anything else

So what the hell is going on here? Well it may not be perfect but just to throw some things out there

Some saint/angel - yknow what maybe even God herself(I promise that’s not just a throw away comment but wait and see!) - comes to Agnes

Agnes has a way for a human to get in contact with Upstairs

Agnes produces the first and only work of completely correct prophecies of events that lead to Armageddon 

I think we can fill in the blanks with saying she received her prophecies from some Divine Being and continued to be visited - maybe even visiting on her own

There is a reason her title is on the front of Good Omens after all

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Alright that’s all folks - for this part at least. Next time we will dive into her death, the death of her work, and what she leaves behind -> right here

[eustasscapitankid]

Eustass Kid x Roronora Zoro Challenge: Kikitober 2024 "Night" Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: None Tags: Alchohol, Competition, Drinking Contest, Lowkey Rivals to Lovers Summary: There's more than one way to fight. Word Count: 777

"More violent, more violent, all consuming."

After battle, the silence is deafening. Celebrations numb the feeling, keeping it at bay until you find yourself alone. Or passed out. Everyone else was, in fact, already passed out. Except for two.

The creaking of wood and metal fill the air. A full moon provides the only light on the beach. Waves lap at the underside of three boats docked together. An uncomfortable peace hangs in the atmosphere. The kind only found in the empty space after war.

Zoro raises his tokkuri to his lips. The last swill of sake fills his mouth with it’s sweet taste that turns bitter, realizing it’s now empty. Lifting himself from his seat, he meanders toward the gangway. Surely there’s gotta be more alcohol around here somewhere. Trudging to the beach, empty flask in hand, he ticks his head. A thrum in the distance tells him that someone’s awake.

If they’re awake and playing music...maybe they have tome liquor to spare. Whoever it was. He shuffles along the beach toward the beats. As he approaches the Victoria Punk the sounds clear, the distinct grind of rock meets his ears. The swordsman contemplates for a moment before deciding to board the ship. A large, red-haired man sits alone on the deck. Eustass Kid. Not his choice in usual company. Not that any of the Kid Pirates were—but he was on a mission.

“Hey—!”

“What are you doing on my ship Roronora?!”

“Relax, I was just looking for some alcohol,” he says shaking the empty tokkuri above his head, “I’m all out. I just happened to hear someone up here and thought maybe they wouldn’t mind sharing.”

“And why would I share my brew with a Straw Hat?”

“Oh? Afraid I’ll drink you under the table Jaggy?” he says teasingly, taunting him further by using Luffy’s nickname for the large man in front of him.

“Tch!” Kid scoffs as he shoves a drink in his hands. This man can in fact, not resist a challenge.

Unyielding, the two men drink heartily. Unwilling to be out done by the other. Throwing jabs at each other and talking shit, the tension only escalates. Unsurprisingly this results in a brawl. Zoro insisting he doesn’t need his swords to beat the hot head. Kid convinced not only does he not need his devil fruit abilities—but he only requires a single arm.

The fight continues to escalate in a flurry of fists. Each landing and avoiding hits respectively as they perform this dance. Even Kid seems almost graceful when he’s fighting like this...in his own way. That is until Wire emerges from his cabin, climbing up to the deck in search of his captain to berate him for being too noisy again (this is a constant occurrence). Drunk and distracted by the towering man, Eustass makes a misstep—falling on top of Zoro in the process who, had a hard time predicting the sudden break in confident movement displayed by the pirate he had been fighting.

“Can you two be any louder?” he remarks, more a warning than a question. He turns on his heels and ducks back into the ship.

Kid and Zoro turn back to each other simultaneously a grin spreading upon Eustass’ face as he realizes his position, still pinning him to the ground. “Does this mean I’ve won?”

The swordsman eye’s narrow, “Get off me.”

“Not until you’ve admit I won,” kid taunts.

“As if,” Roronora mutters in return as his muscles tense under the weight of Kid’s body, grabbing at his arm and shoulder in an attempt to shove him off again. One of his wrists are quickly grabbed, ripping his grip from the red-head’s shoulder and pinning it the ground above his head. In an instant, the tension shifts. Their faces suddenly even closer than they were moments before. That ringing silence only found after a battle returns. Their heart beats pound in their chests, drowning out the music playing on the Victoria Punk. Green Eyes locked onto amber beads, the argument now twisting into something else entirely. Neither dare to move. Both find themselves unable to speak. A certain rarity for Kid.

Without thinking, Zoro closes the distance. Shifting his hand to lace through crimson locks he pulls the man on top of him into a bruising kiss. A fight of lips and tongues. Panting and out of breath, they pull away from each other—lips swollen and faces flush.

“You call that fighting Roronora?”

Zoro grins up at the hulking man still pinning him to the ground beneath his body and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Shut up and do it again.”

[imvietnamesenotchinese]

Dinner with 3 vampires gone wrong. For @cronchybuffalo

The tension in the dining hall is so thick, you could cut it with a knife. No one spoke a word. Perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of apathy. That is, until a loud ahem is heard, and the other two vampires focus their gazes on Nyx. ‘’Well,’’ she starts, ‘’so this is the guy you wanted to invite over for dinner?’’. The Ventrue vampire glares daggers at her Fledgling, silently judging her taste in men. Well, silently was an understatement. Perhaps even a lie. Nyx made her disdain known. If you couldn’t tell from her facial expression, which looked like someone had told her that they had fucked her mother last night, then you could certainly tell by her tone of voice.

The young vampire quirks up. ‘’Yes,’’ she smiles, ‘’that’s him.’’ This was the first exchange they had ever had since the dinner had started. No one had spoken a word since Solivan Brugmansia had stepped foot into Nyx Angelis’ mansion. The Childe looks at her mentor with hopeful eyes. ‘’He’s really intelligent and insightful.’’

Solivan tugs at his collar. This whole situation is a mess. The voices in his head were louder than ever before. All of them wanted a turn at the spotlight, to tell him what to say in this situation. A thousand thoughts competing with each other, turning him inside out and upside down. ‘’Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door,’’ he rambled as if his life depended on it. Nyx turns her attention from her Fledgling to the Malkavian lunatic. She rolls her eyes.

‘’Ugh, you can’t even hold a conversation with this lunatic. Tell me, how come you find him oh so intelligent and insightful,’’ Nyx mocks. ‘’All he does all night is speak in tongues and poems.’’

The Childe blinks slowly. ‘’Well, sometimes he has moments of clarity when he’s with me,’’ she explains, ‘’and the conversations we have then are really wonderful.’’ Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Sol suddenly turning beet red. Which is truly an odd sight, because usually he is as pale as a corpse. Like all vampires, really. 

Nyx, however, is not entertained. Suddenly, the entire mood of the room sours even more, which no one thought was possible. Alas, Nyx has a penchant for proving people wrong. ‘’You know what would be wonderful?’’ She sends Sol a razor-sharp smile. He averts his gaze. ‘’It would actually be wonderful if Mr. Brugmansia explained to me why he is here and not in, let’s say, Turkey? You know, where the expedition is.’’ Her words are like poison and her tone is cold. It sends shivers down the Fledgling’s spine, truly. When Nyx was pissed, she’d try to keep her mask on, but it was ever so slowly slipping. She continues, ‘’I sent you on a mission worth 3 million dollars. And here you are. In my estate. Enjoying my finest bottles of blood.’’

‘’He did bring a bottle as a gift…’’ The Childe trails off, not sure what to say in this heated situation.

‘’Oh, a bottle of such subpar quality could never measure up to my standards,’’ Nyx scoffs. ‘’So tell me, Brugmansia, how do you even have the gall to show your face here?’’

The man simply stares into Nyx’s venomous gaze with dead eyes. ‘’The visions,’’ he says in a monotone voice.

‘’What visions?’’ Nyx queries.

‘’The visions told me. There is no ancient Assyrian tomb housing a 3000 year old vampire. The archeology mission is a failure. Take this as a gift. I’m aiding you in saving your coin.’’

Nyx recoils. ‘’Visions? How do I know it’s not just one of your episodes?’’

‘’You told me that you’d recruited him because he might potentially have the ability to see the future,’’ The Fledgling shrugs. ‘’I’m just saying-’’

‘’Yes, potentially. As in, not confirmed. As in, I don’t actually know if he can predict the future or if he’s just insane. Like the rest of his kind,’’ the elder vampire spat. The only thing stopping her from jumping on Solivan and gouging his eyes out was that she simply didn’t want to stain her hands with his dirty, disgusting blood.

‘’It was a gamble. And you lost,’’ the younger vampire continues. Sol wanted to kiss her there and then for defending him. She really spared him the headache of arguing with Nyx Angelis, known as the Bitch of the Ventrue. In his opinion, that standoffish clan was already bad as is, but Nyx Angelis was a different breed of insufferable. She asked too many questions.

‘’Fledglings nowadays are so… sassy. Fine then, fine!’’ Nyx takes a swig from her wine glass, the thick red liquid staining her lips. ‘’My Fledgling invited you as our guest of honor. So let’s move onto nicer conversation topics.’’ She puts her glass down on the exquisitely crafted marble dining table, which was fit to host an entire party of guests. However, it looked quite desolate with only 3 guests present. Nyx sat at the end of the table, while Sol and her Fledgling sat on the opposing sides, facing each other.

The Fledgling fiddles with the dining table’s silk cloth, nervous at where this was leading. Knowing her mentor, she’d probably hurl a barricade of questions at Sol. Unfortunately for her, that was the case.

‘’So, tell me,’’ Nyx draws her first move, ‘’you’ve been around for 200 years, take or give?’’.

Sol is silent.

‘’Oh come on, now. I know you can speak normally. You just did a few minutes ago!’’ she presses on further. Still, no reply. Nyx sighs and turns to her Fledgling. ‘’Ask him for me, dear.’’

‘’Um, is it true that you’re around 200 years old?’’ she asks.

Sol opens his mouth instantly. ‘’Yes.’’ It’s as if she has him under a spell. It’s as if she’s got him wrapped around her finger. Is she aware of that? No, at least, not yet.

‘’Good!’’ Nyx claps her hands together cheerfully. ‘’In all of those 200 years of dawdling around and being a worthless piece of shit, have you acquired a law or medicine degree? Perhaps even both?’’.

‘’...’’

‘’Ask him for me, dear.’’

‘’... Have you?’’

‘’No.’’

‘’Then,’’ Nyx continues, ‘’what have you achieved in your lifetime as a vampire?’’. She looks over to her Fledgling, yet again. ‘’You know what to do.’’

‘’What have you achieved?’’

‘’I am an avid collector of art and artifacts. My art gallery-’’

‘’Oh!’’ Nyx exclaims. ‘’You do art? I see, really playing into that starving artist archetype, huh?’’

‘’I’m pretty sure he’s rich?’’ the Fledgling quirks an eyebrow.

‘’Well, he sure as hell doesn’t dress or look the part,’’ Nyx scoffs. ‘’Well, you see. This beautiful young lady here, as I assume you’ve set your eyes on her, works in the field of medicine. She’s barely been alive for three decades, and yet she still holds a medical degree. Isn’t that wonderful?’’ the elder vampire puffs out her chest in pride, as if it were her blood-daughter she was bragging about. ‘’So,’’ she smiles coyly, ‘’what do you have to offer her?’’

‘’It floats about quite tubbily lucent, light and coloured lovely. Brought to life by breeze or breath, its short-lived belly will be its death.’’

Nyx shrugs. ‘’Only riddles and enigmas then, I fear.’’ She turns to face the young vampire. ‘’See, I told you. Lunatic.’’

Sol suddenly clasps his head. His two-toned eyes suddenly turn dark. ‘’And Death Shall Have No Dominion. And Death Shall Have No Dominion. And Death Shall Have No Dominion. And Death Shall Have No Dominion. And Death Shall Have No Dominion. And Death Shall Have No Dominion,’’ he rambles on and on and on, as if in a trance. His knuckles turn white, fangs bared.

‘’Oh dear,’’ Nyx rolls her eyes once again. ‘’Looks like we’re all out of blood, and I am not going to deal with this lunatic’s ramblings while parched’’. She stands up from her seat and promptly leaves the room. ‘’I trust that you’ll keep an eye on him, dear.’’

With only the two of them there, the Childe and the Malkavian vampire lock eyes. His darkened gaze seemed to lighten up a bit. There was something about him that she couldn’t quite put a finger on. Perhaps it was his heterochromic eyes. One of them was green, while the other was orange-red. Such a captivating sight. 

If only she knew what he thought of her. From the moment Sol had first catched a glimpse of her, he was frozen in awe. She looked so much like her. She had to be her. Who else could it be? He had gotten a second chance in this unlife. Not even death could separate them. Once more, she had returned to him. She belonged to him. And only him. And he belonged to her. And only her. When Sol was with her, his thoughts calmed a bit. She’s the beacon of light in the storm that was his discorded mind. He could think clearly for a minute. 

Silence. But unlike the previous one, this was a pleasant silence. The crystal chandelier above casts swirling shadows on her face. Sol wants to capture this moment in a painting. His love, his muse. In this desolate and quiet dining hall, she looks like a princess holding a banquet. Her pale complexion is a stark contrast against her dark hair. But her eyes, as clear as glaciers, always made his heart flutter.. He wants to break the silence so badly. He needs to hear her voice.

‘’Come with me,’’ Sol pleads. There’s desperation in his eyes.

‘’Excuse me?’’ her icy blue eyes widen in confusion and shock.

‘’She wants to send me away again.’’

‘’What do you mean, who?’’

‘’Who else? Your mentor. She hates my guts. She wants to keep us separated. I can’t lose you a second time-’’ his breathing turns ragged. Like a dying man asking for one last prayer, he darts his arms across the table and holds her hands in his. ‘’I won’t let her separate us. Don’t you remember?’’

The young lady clears her throat. ‘’Sol, maybe she’d despise you less if you were less like… this? You can be charming and polite, you know. Why not try to use some of that charm on her? I’m sure she’ll warm up to you eventually. After all, you’re my friend.’’

The word friend stings him more than Holy water ever could. It burns, but he’s drawn to her like a moth to a flame. ‘’Listen to me this time-’’

‘’Am I interrupting something?’’

Nyx stands there in the grand doorway, holding an unopened bottle of blood. There’s an old label on it. The label reads Type O. Aged 30. The Fledgling quickly retracts her hands from Sol’s and puts them to her sides. 

Sol stares at the interruption. One of the many obstacles in the way to his true love’s heart. 

‘’Don’t touch her,’’ Nyx hisses. ‘’I don’t want your filthy hands on her.’’ She takes her seat. Her long, dark tresses spill onto her dress like slithering snakes. ‘’I should warn you,’’ she hums in amusement, ‘’that my dear Fledgling has an affinity for Thaumaturgy.’’ The elder vampire smiles kindly at her Fledgling, not a sight that many have the privilege to see. ‘’I shall ask Jess from the Tremeres clan to tutor her. So be careful, or she might boil your blood if you get too touchy.’’

‘’Oh shit, I can do that?’’

Sol simply scoffs. His soulmate would never hurt him.

‘’Anyway, let’s end the night with one of my finest bottles. You and I, of course. My Fledgling prefers… A different kind of blood.’’ Nyx scrunches her face together, overtly judging her Fledgling’s taste in food. ‘’Seriously, bad taste in blood AND men… It feels like I’ve failed as a mentor.’’

‘’Sol can be polite-’’

‘’As polite as a dog on a leash can be.’’ Nyx catches Sol rolling his eyes.

The Bitch of the Ventrue raises a glass. ‘’To an... adequate dinner,'' she says, not really believing in her own words. ''Drink up, and get the fuck out of my house.’’

[drenix004]

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘━━━ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐙𝐀 -> part 2

❝𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲︙It was the candy she needed to cope with the life of danger and death she had willingly gotten herself into.❞

❛Her sweet, natural attitude reminded him of honey, and her peculiar amber eyes reaffirmed this❜

warnings: mention of alcohol, drugs, death, obsession, among others, if you are not comfortable, don't read it !

rating: 18+

pairings: Valeria Garza x female Oc

¡English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, don’t hesitate to correct me.!

¡para las personas que hablan español, actualizo primero la historia en wattpad :)

Link de wattpad-> Honey

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Valeria always knew that her place in life was definitely not to be someone normal, that marrying and taking care of a man was not her thing. She was better than a man, that's why she had never been with one. She was too good to be with one, she considered those of her sex to be more intelligent, cunning… besides being harpies when they set their minds to it.

Maybe that's why she always liked them, as a woman, she knew what they were capable of, she could predict certain things as she was familiar with such behavior and she liked to be in control.

She was fascinated, no, she loved being in control.

She was dominant, which, of course, the men in a place as traditional as Las Almas were not fond of. Las Almas could be a beautifully dark place, capable of corrupting anyone if they were not careful. Its beautiful scenery hid underneath as much as the place could thanks to drug trafficking and corruption.

Violence was always there, whether openly or hidden, in every corner, it was not a place where anyone could be. Children grew up in that environment, Valeria was no exception. Since she was a little girl, she saw bodies lying in the middle of the street, marks and warnings of territory. Thanks to this, she knew at a glance which neighborhood to get into and which not to get into, she became instinctive, with good reflexes, as well as developing a perception to know when there would be trouble before it happened.

Not wanting to waste what she already knew, she joined the army and quickly rose through the ranks until she ended up in the Mexican Special Forces. Eventually he became disillusioned, taking a bad taste in his mouth when he saw that it was the same thing that was going on in Las Almas.

It was the same shit, only legal and with ranks.

Such disillusionment allowed Las Almas to suck she into its darkness, corrupting her and leading her to commit treason along with her squad. She no longer took orders, she gave them.

She soon became the most dangerous drug trafficker; she created an empire in a man's world thanks to her cunning and intelligence, again proving she was better than a man.

What very few knew was that she kept a small but important detail, one that she had sent away so that it would not be corrupted as she did, but, now it was sleeping in the continuous room for hours.

-It's the subway plans of the mansion, Valeria, how come Laurie has them? The narco stared at Miguel, a dark-skinned man who had been her squadmate, before answering.

-She probably got them when she wasn't being watched, the dates she kept them are old," she said, crossing her legs. -She had been collecting information all these years while she was being forced to experiment on these women.

-Most of the files are copies-Miguel scrolled down through the thousands of files on the laptop-most likely she was forced to delete the originals, and while she was doing that she created copies in invisible folders, smart girl. -he opened one of the files-look at this, -he handed the laptop to the woman- they are trying to create a new synthetic drug, that's why they were desperately searching her room. Miguel and two others had confronted another group while looking for the laptop.

-We have competitor information, reports and results of a possible new commodity and we have that son of a bitch. -Valeria folded his hands on the table, thinking about what his next move would be.

-You'll be able to negotiate and- He was interrupted by a growl from Valeria.

-Negotiate? This can only be paid for in blood.

-Valeria, I know Laurie is your wife, she's also my friend, but you can't start a war as if nothing happened.

-War? I'm not going to start a war, I'm just going to take what belongs to me. -I settled back in my seat. - The Frenchman reneged on the deal, Laurie being involved in this is a surprise, a surprise I'm going to take advantage of.

-He tried to reason with her.

-To start a war you need at least two sides, but,"

-If there are no two sides, there is no war. -Miguel snorted, interrupting Valeria-You're going to kill them before it happens.

Valeria smiled.

-Gather them all together and give them the map, and have them memorize it as soon as possible. I'll take care of the map of the mansion," she closed the laptop and took it in one hand as she stood up. -And what do we do with the Frenchman?

-Keep torturing him, but don't kill him.

Valeria left the room, she had other calls to make.

━━━━━━━━》❈《 ━━━━━━━ She grimaced as she saw the plate with broth in front of her, she had no appetite. And Valeria's fixed gaze on her didn't help either.

-I'm not hungry, it makes me nauseous just looking at it. -The Mexican woman sighed for the tenth time in the hour she had been arguing for her to eat.

-Eat, you have to-when Laurie wanted to protest, she continued-I had domperidone applied, so you're not going to throw up. Stop making excuses, Laurie.

The aforesaid was the one who sighed this time, took the spoon and stirred the contents with a slight trembling.

-It's strange, you know? -He looked her in the eyes before returning to the plate -you suddenly disappeared years ago, and now you're here as if nothing happened. Alejandro was silent every time I asked about you, night after night his silence left me more and more distressed.

-Things happened, I had to leave the army. -Valeria analyzed the contrarian's body behavior, although she knew it, she could have changed in the years they were separated, why wouldn't she? She herself had changed.

-Oh of course you're not in the army, the way you walked into that church made it very clear to me -she brought the spoon to her trembling mouth and grimaced at the taste before swallowing -that's not the protocol by which any authority is governed.

Laurie remembered the times Valeria had talked to her about how things worked in operations while she was studying or when she picked her up from medical school when she had time or was given days off. It had become a routine every time they saw each other, and what stuck with him the most was the protocols they had to follow; it was an involuntary thing, since Valeria only mentioned it when she complained that someone in the group made a mistake and they had to repeat the whole training from the beginning.

-Something tells me you're involved in, -continued Laurie, looking at the Mexican again- but I'm not going to ask, not yet. -She paused, feeling Valeria move closer to her.

Valeria hugged her, and since Laurie was sitting up, her head was right under her breasts which gave her the perfect position to give her little caresses on the crown of her head.

-I have a deal for you; give me the passwords to the files on the laptop, the plans of the mansion and in exchange I'll get those women out. -The Mexican knew that the plans were not at the town hall, they always put different or almost the same plans so as not to arouse suspicion, but they never left the originals. Laurie knew where it was going, so she thought for a few seconds before speaking.

-Jérémie's family -the caresses stopped, and she felt Valeria's body tense up.

-Don't say that damn name again," Valeria mumbled between her teeth.

-Her family…" she omitted the above, "You'll have to kill them, even the younger ones," the contrary could hear her even though her voice was muffled by being glued to her body. Doubt was in her voice, her conscience was telling her how repudiatory it would be if she gave him what the Mexican woman wanted.

Valeria of course noticed, but unlike Laurie, she had no remorse in killing someone, even if they were children. At the rate she was going she wouldn't get the information fast, and time was precious, so she changed her words to a sweeter one, a gentler, more manipulative one.

-It's to protect them, to protect you," he broke off and knelt down, put his hands on his wife's cheeks, looking her straight in the eyes, "If I leave someone alive they could come back and capture them," What if it was wrong to take advantage of Laurie's fear and possible trauma? Yes, but he would deal with the guilt later. -You don't want that, do you? -I just want to take care of you, Laurie.

The contrarian closed her eyes as they gave each other a chaste kiss, her mind addled. He sighed as her cheeks were caressed by his wife's thumbs. When she opened her eyes again, she placed her hands over Valeria's.

There was a certain darkness in the opposite gaze that told her loudly that this woman in front of her was not the same woman she had married, that she was more dangerous than before. But, she decided to keep that deep inside her, she preferred to ignore it.

-On two conditions.

Valeria smiled. She had made it, soon she would have a territory in the French market.

Chapters: teaser, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

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valeria can manipulate me all she wants and I'm happy :D likes, reblogs and comments are really appreciated!

[vintagetvstars]

I know Mr. Rogers was a delightful, genuine, kind human being who is important to many people, but it...idk, weirds me out a little that people think he was hotter (???) than Dick Van Dyke. On one hand I understand being attracted to someone who seems to have been a wonderful person but on the other, Dick Van Dyke is drop-dead gorgeous, and I just cannot relate to finding Mr. Rogers attractive. But ig y'all do you, Tumblr!

Some of the delight of doing a competition based on something as subjective as hotness is learning the wild variety of taste out there. And apparently a large amount of tumblr thinks Fred Rogers and Dick Van Dyke are equally hot.

I won’t say my personal feelings on that pairing specifically or name any names while the competition is ongoing but their are certainly some people in this competition that I personally do not get it but hey it makes other people happy so glad we can help show off their beloved. And there are equally stars I am wildly attracted to that most people do not remotely see the appeal I see in them.

My partner comes home and will vote while we’re together so we can talk about our opinions on each pair and while we agree on some, there are definitely times when we are just baffled by each others choices 😂. Even when making pairings, me and mod violet often need to ask friends and family for outside opinions because some of the stars we just have wildly different views of.

It certainly continues to be fascinating to watch and hear about others subjective views of hotness! Needless to say we mods are keeping a close eye on that poll and are thoroughly intrigued as it is certainly proving different than we predicted 😅

- mod vintage

...y'all voted Michael Horse out in round 2 so nothing makes sense to me anymore as to what people find hot on this website.

i'm the lesbian mod here though, so to be totally fair to everyone, the entire men's bracket has been deeply confusing and surprising to me 😭

- mod violet

[readingtoinfinity]

The Immortal Men

I first started getting into comics around 2015-2016, first Secret Wars over at Marvel and then Rebirth over at DC. 2018 was the year I started following comics as they started coming out, and it was a good year: I have the Hawkman run in full from that year because I loved it so much, and I remember reading Damage, The Curse of Brimstone, The Terrifics and especially Silencer, all of which I wholeheartedly loved at the time. But I was inexperienced with reading modern comics at the time, and I decided to take a look back at least at this series and see how I've changed, and how it's changed in my memory. Alas, not for the better.

The Immortal Man: a longtime rival to Vandal Savage, likewise immortal and capable of thwarting his every plan for millennia to come. But in secret, there have been others: five houses of immortals, each with their own philosophy for how to better mankind. And now a young man named Caden Park is caught up in the middle of it, and he starts to learn why.

It's astounding how nothing in this book had any effect on the DC Universe as a whole, despite setting up a big world-wide reveal about the war between the immortals. As it should be, because honestly it was a bloated mess. I'm thoroughly surprised that James Tynion IV had any hand in writing this because his other work has been excellent. There's no sign of the character work that is to come: pretty much all of the characters have one personality trait and they dance on that trait until the end of the story. Even Caden, our main character, is just trying to survive as blandly as possible.

I struggle to point to anything about this book that's good. The action is bad, the art is inconsistent, the characters are flat, the plot is predictable, the importance is negligible, the setup is discarded, the knees are weak and the arms are heavy.

Going back to the Dark Matter line of comics it's immediately apparent that they were trying to ape Marvel and mostly failed; Sideways I would say is a moderate success, and Silencer has continued to influence the League of Assassins side of DC comics off and on as people remember her. But this? I don't want it brought back, at least not in its current form. Maybe some imaginative modern writer would be able to make it into something interesting (the other three houses of immortals are intriguing) but at the moment it's entirely unnecessary.

I can't imagine how I used to like it. I suppose there's no accounting for taste.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Maso ever since I’ve read your stories and as a spooky person myself I’ve always thought what would sex be like with vampire Matt! 🤔😈

Okay, okay, okay…*whispers* breathe, Maso, bReAtHe!

See, spooky sibling nonny, vampire!Matt is a concept that lives in my head rent-free. I think of it more than I should and constantly catch myself daydreaming about random scenarios with this handsome vamp at least once a week. So let’s delve deeper into this delicious experience, shall we?

For a man who’s nearly 3.000 years old, Matt is quite ahead of his time when it comes to the sheets department. A vampire/human orgy is merely a Friday tea party to him, and sex toys quickly become quite boring once you’re three millennia's worth of age. At this point, he has seen - and engaged in - a little bit of everything: sex with women, men, both at the same time, virgins, orgies, he drank from every fountain and delighted himself in every.single.water he could find. And although Matt is a very skilled lover, he grows bored very easily. A hot body, a beautiful face, and mind-blowing sex will make his eyes roll in boredom after the second encounter. So you see, spooky nonny, it is not easy to keep this vampire around! Unless of course, you have what Matt calls the “BBF”, or the “boner-bringing factor”, which is your mind.

From his throne, Matt stared intently at you “Trapping a lover with your bedroom skills is easy, and quite frankly, predictable. After I’ve fucked you in every single position I can imagine - and mind you, I know endless of them - what else will you bring to the table that will make me lust over you? Because I’ve seen everything, haven’t I?! After I’ve bent you in 678 different ways and used you for two nights in a row, why would I still desire you? See, the itch is gone. The novelty factor is also gone, and a car can only hold its new scent for so long” Matt grabbed a blonde woman from the crowd and pulled her down to sit on his lap. He pushes her golden hair to the side and lays a soft kiss on her pulse point, without taking his gaze away from you. “Tell me, little dove, how high are you willing to fly to please me?”

*Maso’s whispers in the background of the club* Weirdo 🙄

Okay, so back to the “BBF” thing, Matt is a man who gets turned on by looks first and then will continue to be turned on by your mind. In his nature, he’s a predator, but no predator enjoys the hunt when the prey is casually offering themselves to the predator. It’s for one, not fun, and secondly boring. And we all know Matt’s second most hated word is “boredom”.

He wants to feel the thrill of the hunt, it makes him feel almost alive again. The chase, the back and forth, bringing into submission a significantly challenging prey makes their blood taste as sweet as condensed milk on Matt’s tongue. And once you successfully turned him into a sweet tooth, he becomes this irrational sex creature, that’s driven by his constant need to get his fix.

And that’s how we arrive here, at the core of you ask, spooky nonny. Matt’s performance in the sheets department. Now, needless to say, you successfully managed to not only capture the California vampire king’s attention BUT also manage to keep his interest high - very high may I add -, and this is both your paradise and hell inside one ancient vampire. Because Matt’s love language is physical affection-

“Wait a minute” Matt pushes the blonde girl away from his lap and onto the floor, “Who said anything about love? The question was about sex, not love. Why are you bringing subjects of the heart into this?! I don’t need to love to fuck, nor do I need to fuck to love. So let’s keep the focus on the fucking, ok?”

“Whatever you say, your Highness” *flips the bird behind his back*.

Right, so sex, we all know that Matt-

“Hold that thought” Matt jumped down from his throne to the floor, “You’re starting to bore me, let me do the talking”. He began to pace around the dance floor like a philosopher in Ancient Greece, head tilted back and looking up at the ceiling as his index finger tapped against his chin.

“Sex” Matt began “Intercourse, copulation, mating, coitus…well, fucking. It’s the most beautiful, powerful, fun, relieving activity The Almighty has ever come up with. If you stop to think about it, sex is the only thing the little fucker from upstairs hasn’t taken away from us vampires” Matt chuckled before he continued “When I was human, I loved to spend a lovely summer day at the beach, I loved drinking coffee, I loved eating meat…but of course all of that was taken from me the day God didn’t hear my prayers and I was turned into a vampire. So the only concrete thing I could still enjoy as a vampire from my human life was fucking, can anyone blame me when the first thing I did as a vampire was set up an orgy inside a convent and had the sassy milf who entitled herself as the ‘mother superior’ sucking my cock the whole night through?!” Matt stopped pacing for a moment and briefly mumbled “She was pretty hot, too bad she’s dead now. Ugh, what a shame” He shrugged and started pacing back and forth across the dance floor once more.

“Anyway, sex with me is otherworldly! Transcendental, intimate in ways you’ve never experienced before, intense, will probably make you cry and unable to walk straight for two weeks, deep enough to reach your soul, addicting as fuck, deliciously sinful. You can ask anyone in this room, they’ll all tell you the same”, Matt chuckled.

“Although I must say, not everyone can handle a night with me. They usually can’t last half of the night. Just because it is too much, too personal, too spiritual if you will. An unexplainable out-of-body experience. Like fucking a demon in your dreams” Matt stepped closer to your chair.

He places both hands on the armrest and as he leans forward toward your lips he whispers “You seem interested enough, little dove. Do you want me to fuck you? Wanna know what it feels like to have a vampire cock inside of you? Yeah?” Matt chuckled “Then come, dovey. My room’s upstairs”.

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TXT - The Fanfic: CHAPTER 1

That morning I woke up to the sound of the back door closing. My father had gone to work the fields even though it was Sunday to see if we could get something for my mother and me to trade at the market. I got out of bed still groggy and stopped in front of the window when I heard an unfamiliar sound. Through the glass, I glimpsed a motor car pulling up to the beautiful house that had been under construction for months on one of the plots across the street.

Two men got out of the vehicle. One of them was the driver. They went to the trunk and started unloading suitcases. Soon, one of the back doors opened. It was an older boy, quite tall, like one of the men who had gotten out first. It must have been his father. On the other side of the car, a well-dressed woman got out, holding the hand of a smaller boy. When the two men finished unloading, they exchanged cordial greetings, and the driver got back into the car and left. The family crossed the front yard, each carrying at least two suitcases, before opening the front door of the house and going inside.

I had heard my parents talking about a Korean family moving into that house. In my city, Korean families had been moving in for a long time, seeking to live a Western lifestyle. However, as often happens in many cities with a lot of immigrants, the Koreans ended up forming neighborhoods where they mainly interacted with each other and could maintain their customs. On the other hand, we can't forget the emergence of mafias: families owning businesses that exploit low-class workers for a ridiculous wage, with the risk of paying off debts with their lives.

I dressed quickly and went downstairs, excited.

"Mom! Mom! The new neighbors have moved in!" I found my mother in the kitchen, finishing preparing breakfast: toasted bread soaked in milk and sugar. My favorite.

My mother was beautiful, but she was very old already. Her hair had long since begun to turn gray. She had always taken care of me like her greatest treasure. All her life, doctors had told her she wouldn't have children. My father, knowing this, decided to marry her anyway. Years passed, and the doctors' predictions seemed to be coming true. Until one day, past forty years old, my mother felt different. Different from any sensation she had ever had before. She was pregnant.

Nine months later, I was born, and despite my family not being religious, they decided to name me Lía: the biblical name of a woman who became a mother at ninety years old by divine favor. Coincidence? I don't think so.

My parents came from immigrant families too. In this case, from Spain. My grandparents were poor and decided to move here in hopes of a better future. Two generations later, my family was still deeply poor. They couldn't even afford to send me to school. Luckily, my father had a lot of knowledge, and our house was always full of books. He taught me to read and write (in English and Spanish), basic math, and a lot about history (he was passionate about history). However, my father's knowledge was limited, and soon I craved more, so I started devouring the books we had at home. Also, when the harvest was good, my parents let me trade some of it for books at the market.

I had many hobbies. I liked drawing and writing. I also had a taste for fashion. Since we could never afford the dresses I liked, I asked my mother to teach me to sew, and by the time I was seven, I had made three dresses myself. Looking at them now, they're not so well made, but they still fill me with pride.

My mother received me, surprised.

"Already?" She asked before pausing briefly as she thought. "How strange, I thought they'd move in by September." She commented, looking at the calendar hanging on the wall.

I thought she would continue talking about the neighbors, but instead, she turned to me with a smile that I remember as a bit eerie (though that was just my mother's usual smile whenever she was going to talk to me about some change in my body).

"Just one week left until your eighth birthday. Are you excited?"

"Well... I don't think my life will change much from one day to the next just because of a number change." I paused. "But I am excited for you to make your pumpkin pie like every year!" I said with a huge smile, full of gaps from my baby teeth still falling out.

My mother and I were finishing breakfast when there was a knock on the front door. Curious, she walked over and opened it, revealing the woman I had seen earlier from my window. She was accompanied by the smaller boy from before, though I couldn't make out his features well as he was hiding behind his mother's skirts.

"Hello, I am new neighbor," she said with a thick accent and a formal bow. "For you." As she said this, she raised a pot she was holding and handed it to my mother.

My mother received the pot kindly and asked, "What is it?" Her voice was sweet as she held it with curiosity.

"Kimchi," the woman replied with a smile. "Very good."

My mother thanked the new neighbor and went inside for a moment to find a place to put the kimchi, leaving me alone in front of the two figures.

During this brief moment, the mother spoke to the boy (in Korean, of course), and from what little I could guess, she was encouraging him to introduce himself.

The boy finally came out of hiding, and I could analyze him better. He looked quite uncomfortable, and his features made him seem angry. He took a small step forward and, with a quick bow, introduced himself.

"My name is Choi Soobin."

At least that's what I could understand, as the boy didn't speak the language well.

"My name is Lía," I introduced myself, returning his greeting. "I'm seven years old. And you?"

However, the boy looked at me seriously and hid behind his mother again.

"He doesn't speak English," his mother excused him. "Seven years old, too," she continued with her characteristic accent.

My mother came out again to join me, but she had brought a tray of the milk and sugar toast we had for breakfast.

"Here you go, Mrs..."

"Choi," I completed her sentence.

The woman thanked my mother with a smile and kindly accepted the tray.

The conversation didn't last much longer, as the two said goodbye and returned to their house.

As soon as we closed the door behind us, my father appeared through the back door with a handful of turnips, lettuce, and spinach.

"I hope this is enough. With the weather changing, not much has come out yet," he said, putting the harvest in a sack and handing it to my mother.

"Of course it is! Trust my negotiation skills," my mother replied with a mischievous smile.

The two of us finished getting ready and headed to the city. The journey was long: a little over two kilometers to reach the market. It was still early and pleasant, but with the late summer sun, we knew the return trip wouldn't be as nice. Luckily, my mother protected us well from the sun. In summer, she always made me wear a straw hat and a thin shawl to cover my shoulders and arms.

Now that I knew my birthday would be on a Sunday, I came up with a suggestion for my mother.

"Mom, can I invite my friends over on Sunday?"

The truth is, my mother had never let me bring anyone home. I think she might have felt ashamed of it because it looked old and poor. However, I had stayed at my friends' house a few times, especially for their birthdays, so I decided to try my luck.

My mother paused for a long time, and I feared the worst. Instead, when her lips parted, the words she spoke were not of denial.

"Who do you want to invite?" she asked softly.

"Just the Huening siblings. Lea, Kai, and Bahiyyih," I replied.

They were the children of a Western man who had moved to the city to be a music teacher at the school and a Korean woman who sold handmade traditional crafts at the market. At that time, they were among the few multicultural families around. Nowadays, it has become a pretty common phenomenon.

The children were two years apart from each other, with Lea being the oldest, then Kai (my age), and finally Bahiyyih. The truth is, you could say they were my best friends. Especially Lea and Kai, since Bahiyyih, besides being young, was very shy. We usually took advantage of the time we saw each other at the market to play, look at the stalls, and practice languages. They tried to teach me Korean (with very little success), and I tried to teach them Spanish (not much better). We had a lot of fun, and often, it was a drama having to say goodbye when I had to go home.

They went to school, as their parents had enough money to pay for the education of all three. Considering their father was a teacher and their mother's stall was one of the most popular at the market, I wasn't surprised they could all study.

Finally, we arrived at the market. As usual, I separated from my mother and ran to see my friends.

"Kai! Lea!" I ran to where they were.

They greeted me cheerfully. Even Bahiyyih was smiling while playing with her favorite doll.

"Next Sunday is my birthday!" I began excitedly.

"That's right!" Kai said, putting a hand to his head.

"Did you even remember?" Lea retorted, crossing her arms.

"Of course I did! Lía is my best friend, and I know her birthday," he defended himself in a shrill voice, putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Oh, really?" his sister continued. "And when is it?" She was really trying to test him.

"September fifth," he answered without hesitation.

I was very surprised by his accuracy. Perhaps not as much as his own sister, who kicked Kai's butt because he didn't even remember his own sister's birthday. I couldn't help but feel bad because I didn't remember Kai's birthday despite being my best friend.

When the tension of the conversation calmed down, Lea continued talking.

"So, tell us. Are you doing anything special for your birthday?"

"Well, actually, I just asked my mother if you three could come to my house next Sunday."

The siblings turned to me in unison, six bright eyes widening with surprise.

"To your house?" Kai asked incredulously.

"You've never invited us to your house," Bahiyyih pointed out.

"I want to celebrate my birthday with you, taking advantage of the fact that there's a market on Sunday."

"Yes, but... School starts on Monday. We won't be able to stay too late," Lea explained.

"Well, that's okay. We'll take you home before dinner."

After this conversation, I kept playing with them until, with the rising sun, my mother and I returned home. That day, after lunch, I felt like distracting myself, so I decided to read a book with a fantastic story about pirates. I loved fantasy stories. How could someone transcend reality in such a way and imagine all those outlandish things?

Since I loved writing stories, the books I had read served as a source of inspiration and reference.

Because of this, I often locked myself in my room after a reading session to write or make illustrations for my own stories until no more light came in through the window, which usually indicated dinner time.

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100+ Films of 1952

Lawdy Miss Clawdy, I've made it to 150 films! My list has continued to grow, but I believe the final number will be 165. I think. There are still titles I could add, but my brain will likely turn to sawdust if I attempt any more...

Film number 150: Red Skies of Montana

Release date: January 20th, 1952 

Studio: 20th Century Fox 

Genre: adventure 

Director: Joseph M. Newman 

Producer: Samuel G. Engel 

Actors: Richard Widmark, Constance Smith, Jeffrey Hunter, Richard Boone 

Plot summary: Cliff Mason is a smokejumper fighting fires for the US Forest Service. After an especially hard mission, he is the sole survivor of six men. Unable to fully recall what happened, he is plagued by survivor’s guilt and fears that he might have saved his own life at the expense of his crew. When others start questioning his actions as well, he becomes consumed by bitterness and anger. 

My rating (out of 5 stars): ***¼  

When I saw the title of this film, I assumed it was a western, and after 150 movies, I am getting a little sick of them. I was very intrigued to learn that this movie is actually about “smokejumpers”- real life heroes who fight forest fires by parachuting right down into them. That’s a pretty exciting premise, and the film lived up to it for the most part. I enjoyed the action and the chance to learn about how these men work. I read up a little on the subject and was delighted to discover that the Forest Service still employs smokejumpers to this day. What a job! 

The Good: 

Richard Widmark. It’s official- he's another one of my loves now. He’s such a good actor, he’s handsome in a kind of unique way, and he sounds like he was a cool person irl. He always comes across as very natural on screen, and he’s really skilled at expressing emotions with his face and body language. He elevated this film beyond its somewhat predictable story. 

The real location footage used, and the real footage of fires, was impressive and stirring. 

I thought the story was pretty compelling- you have a guy with a harrowing job who essentially has PTSD and must find a way to work through it.

The scenes of fighting fires were thrilling to watch. The film more than earned its description as an action movie. 

As I mentioned earlier, it was fascinating to learn about who smokejumpers are and what they actually do when they place themselves directly into such danger.  

Although I wasn’t a big fan of the subplot with Cliff’s wife Peg, I thought it was adorable that they would audibly kiss each other over the phone! I love seeing a macho guy like Widmark be so sweetly affectionate. 

There was a pet Racoon named Henry and how could I not love that? 

The Bad: 

The “voice of god” narration was too much for me. Most of the information given via voice over could have been delivered in less obvious ways. 

Sometimes the score was too melodramatic for my taste. 

Jeff Hunter’s hair cut! He is such a dreamy man, but he doesn’t look good with a kind of flat-top buzz cut. 

The scenes with Cliff’s wife were pretty boring and expendable. Peg certainly had some of the “Classical Hollywood Good Wife Syndrome”- pretty much all she did was sit around and worry about her husband. Understandable, but not exactly material for character depth. 

The plot was relatively predictable- I don’t think anyone watching would really believe our main character, played by a Hollywood star, could be a coward responsible for the deaths of his comrades.