#one i was editing my cover letter for and thought man. i could do this with the irc for way less money with way more stress

[moregraceful]

Whenever I feel my age in hockey fandom, I remind myself firmly: no matter what, Marc-Édouard Vlasic will always be older than you. Pictures - 1) Kitty Cat Max on patrol; 2) Magnus Chrona (6'5) standing next to a U6 goalie at the anthem; 3) full moon at night.

[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere! literary agent with fem!reader scenario

warnings: implication of obsessive thoughts or love.

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Hey guys, welcome back to another yandere fic, introducing Yulian Prescott. I'd like to give a big shout-out to my dear friend @deathmetalunicorn1 for helping me write this and finding the perfect likeness for my character, especially when this idea came to me all of a sudden on a Sunday night when I should be sleeping instead of staying up an ungodly hour.

As always, bullying on here will not be tolerated. If it does happen, this scenario will be taken down. I'm not sure if this will be a series. At the moment, this is just a scenario.

With that being said, sit back, relax, and let's dive into the cutthroat world of publishing.

PART TWO

Yandere!Literary Agent is a man who prides himself on being very good at his job. He represented one of the best publishing houses in the country. Anything less than what he expected from his clients was unacceptable.  

If the manuscript arrived in his inbox exactly two minutes past the promised deadline, he would not look at it. If his client is acting like a stupid moron at a function or royally fucking up their reputation by posting something inappropriate on their social media account, he is not cleaning up their mess. He is not their babysitter. They are full-grown adults. And if one of them is not able to produce another book that will actually sell past the number of copies slated to be printed, he will let them go. Call him cruel if you want. Yandere!Literary Agent is simply being pragmatic. He wasn’t cheap. He only wants the best of the best.

So imagine Yandere!Literary Agent’s surprise when a particularly difficult client sent him a completed manuscript. He planned on writing her an email that after much deliberation, it was time for her to find another agent to represent her. The client, Abigail Crowley, had written an adult dark academia trilogy and a feminist retelling of the myth of Theseus, told from the perspective of his lover Adriane. The manuscripts following the conclusion of her last book, however, were complete shit. Her royalties were nearly gone, having squandered them on a penthouse in a high-end neighborhood, the latest clothes, and a wine fridge. You heard him. A fucking wine fridge when she could have replaced that shoddy laptop of hers with something better so she could keep writing books and not have it crap out on her. 

Half-amused and half-annoyed at this pathetic attempt to keep her contract with the publishing company from being null and void, Yandere!Literary Agent clicked on the attachment and read it. One page became four, then fifty. He had to force himself to stop when it was lunchtime and he was already at the mid-way point. 

This story, it was…good. No, it was more than good. It was absolutely fantastic. And Yandere!Literary Agent did not compliment his clients’ works very often, which meant he believed at this very moment, this manuscript will most definitely become Abigail’s comeback to the literary industry. Book sales would go through the roof, A Netflix deal was also possible. But the first hurdle he had to overcome was pitching the manuscript, and making sure the query letter was at least consistent with the story that Abigail was trying to sell to him.

And he’ll make it happen. He is very good at his job, after all. 

Once he had successfully pitched it with a bit of extra charm, he contacted Abigail. She was over the moon, promising to make any necessary edits to the manuscript and it will be sent to him on time. From there, time fast forwarded. ARC books were sent out, Abigail selected the cover designs for the regular and special editions, and a tentative book tour was scheduled. Seven cities, and one international trip, maybe another in the future. Sales for this book were projected to exceed expectations. Yandere!Literary Agent was very confident things would go smoothly from here. At least he had thought so.

A month before the book was to be published, his secretary knocked on his door and said he had a visitor. They insisted on seeing him. Yandere!Literary Agent raised his brow, rising from his desk and stepping out into the hall and saw you. 

In the beginning, he will begrudgingly confess that his first impression of you was someone who is painfully average and out of place. A backpack slung over your shoulder, dressed in navy blue medical scrubs and looking absolutely haggard. Your eyes, though, shined with anxiety and determination. You inclined your head. 

“I apologize for the sudden intrusion, I know you’re busy, but I have some concerns about the book that’s going to be released soon by Abigail Crowley.” 

Yandere! Literary Agent’s gaze sharpened.. “And what, pray tell, are your complaints?” He crossed his arms. “Are you one of the people who had signed up to be ARC reader and didn’t get their copy?” 

You raised an eyebrow. “...No?”

“Then why -”

“Because it is my novel that is being published. Without my consent.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Look, I know it is hard to believe, I get it.” You then swung your backpack around to your front, unzipping the larger compartment. You pulled out a large notebook, some papers, and a flash drive. You held them out to him. “But I think what I have here might convince you to allow me ten minutes, if not five, to hear me out. That’s all I’m asking. This isn’t about money, this isn’t about suing your company. I just want my story back. I’ve already tried talking to Abigail about it, and she isn’t picking up my calls. Please.” You said. “Three minutes.” 

His schedule was clear until the two o’clock meeting with another client on the other side of town. That was about an hour and half from now, as he had just come back from lunch. He supposed he could give you three minutes. Rolling his eyes, Yandere!Literary Editor swiveled on his heel. 

“Let’s see what you have. Melissa, please hold my calls until I’m done.” His diligent secretary nodded and went back to her desk. You followed him like a lost little duckling back to his office. Once the door was closed, you handed him everything. 

Yandere!Literary Editor went over the materials carefully, flipping through the pages of the notebook. The outlines and character designs were here, all written in excruciating detail and in such tiny print. He asked you random questions, going off of his memory from the manuscript and these notes. You answered him without hesitation.

“Yes, that’s correct. What? No, absolutely not. I would never have those characters be romantically paired up! Their relationship is too toxic, and wouldn’t set a good example to the target audience. I’m sorry, what? No, that isn’t her name! It’s Cristabel, not Anastasia! She’s supposed to be assisting the Night Emperor with collecting intelligence via the gossip of salons under her alias, not swooning over his brother when he’s already happily married to his wife! Good God, no. That scene should not even be there! That’s filler content and makes the character growth of the protagonist seem like the pay-off wasn’t worth it, or that he didn’t learn anything at all since the beginning of the book!” 

Yandere!Literary Agent grounded the molars of his back teeth, inhaling slow, deep breaths through his nostrils. Keeping his emotions in check is one of the reasons why he has survived in the publishing industry for this long, and he’s such a successful man. 

But hearing you speak about the characters, perfectly recalling the manuscript’s themes and looking back at the notebook in his hand, seeing the colorful  sticky notes with edits and improvised scenes written on them…he couldn’t deny it any further. You were the real author of the book he’s representing, and Abigail Crowley played him like a goddamned fiddle.

 If this wasn’t enough damning evidence of his client’s plagiarism, you had shown him an original illustration of the world you had created. It was done by an artist you had commissioned on Etsy, with proof of purchase for their services and a timestamp. Three years ago. That was when Abigail’s last best-selling book hit the shelves, and when her creative well began to dry out. 

You must have caught on to his irritation, because you told him that you weren’t here to intentionally stir up any trouble. A coworker had told you about Abigail’s newest book coming out, and the premise was exactly yours, at least what was advertised in the BookTok and Youtube trailers online. You’ve been searching high and low for your manuscript, and the only other person who has been in your apartment and knew about your creative endeavors has been Abigail. She wasn’t really your friend, per say. You took some of the same creative writing courses. You eventually found another career to pursue, and you kept writing as a hobby. She went on to become a professional author and never missed an opportunity to show off her success whenever she invited you out for drinks at an upscale bar or went to fancy dinners. 

Why would Abigail steal the book you’ve been working on for three years when you work a full-time day job, you had no idea. She’s living the dream that she’s always wanted, defying her mother’s wishes to get a normal job because writing is everything to her, and she would never give up on it. But if you were to be hypothetical, it might be another attempt to somehow get one up on her self-proclaimed rival, Cindy Chen, who is an even bigger success than her. 

You then rubbed your eyes. “Sorry, it’s been a long day.” You murmured, standing up from your seat. “Keep the notebook, the maps, whatever you want. If you could return them to me when you’re done, that’s all I ask. And an apology from Abigail, if you’re able to get one out of her. Like I said, this isn’t about money, royalties, or fame. I just want my story back.” 

Yandere!Literary Agent immediately stood up, his eyes slightly widened in fear. “Wait, please, just a moment! I know you’re tired, you want to go home…but I need to set things right. If I had known that this manuscript, your story, had been stolen, I would have never spearheaded its  publication.” And he wouldn’t have. Not only would it affect his reputation, but the company’s too. Stocks would plummet, and there would be a feeding frenzy on social media with #abigailcrowley, #plagiarism, #sailboatpublishinghouse. 

When you looked at him, his heart lurched uncomfortably at seeing your lips fall into a crestfallen expression. You looked so tired, so done with everything, and oh god you looked like you were about to cry shit. Walking around his desk, Yandere!Literary Agent eased you to sit back down and quickly prepared an espresso, possessing a machine to make it in his office so he did not have to walk down five flights to the break room. 

You thanked him for the drink and took a sip, wrinkling your nose slightly, no doubt surprised at the taste. You must not be a regular espresso drinker, or prefer how you made it. Either way, he was grateful that you did not bolt out of the office. Picking up his office phone, he dialed Melissa’s number. 

“Call all of the heads, including the marketing and social media departments. This is an emergency meeting. Now!” Bless Melissa, she did not ask him questions and said she would get on it immediately, hanging up on him. The next person he called was Abigail fucking Crowley. He sweet-talked her into coming to the office, apologizing for interrupting her ‘creativity time’ and promised it won’t take long. She swore to be there in a half an hour, so long as traffic didn’t back up. Yandere!Literary Agent played the understanding card and hung up, his smile being replaced with a smirk. Hook, line, and sinker. He scoffed. He then turned to you. 

“Everything will be resolved soon.” He promised. 

“Sir -” You began. 

“Yulian, please.” 

“Mister Yulian, I understand that you want to make things right, but…can you really get Abigail to talk? She blocked my calls, and the book is hitting the shelves in a month, maybe less than that? How are you going to recover the money that has gone into getting it published, the fees for the printing companies, and the marketing? Correct me if I’m wrong, I’m not too familiar with how publishing works these days.” 

You weren’t wrong, at least in the aspect that the company has put a significant amount of money into the publication of the stolen manuscript, your work, he added mentally. It was too late to stop the printing, and the final draft would need a significant amount of changes. Unless…

“Abigail is a plagiarist, and you are the rightful creator. The way I see it, we can salvage the financial loss by putting your name on the cover, and fixing the glaring omissions as well as other scenes you claim shouldn’t even be there.” He sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Of course, we would need to have a press conference and explain why we are changing authors, and what she has done. Considering the timetable and coordinating with the printing companies, it will be cutting it close.” 

You stared at him silently for a long moment before placing the espresso cup back onto the tiny saucer with a soft clink, releasing a heavy sigh. “If I agree to do this, to help with the edits, probably fuck up my sleeping pattern and might potentially be fired from my job unless I can use some of my PTO, what will I get in return?” 

He smiled. “Abigail will be the one to pay for publishing and marketing fees. I can extend the deadline for the revisions by a week. And you will be paid for your time, of course. There will be no need to come here to drop off revisions either. All correspondence will be through email. As an agent, I am qualified to be your representative during press conferences, so you will not have to be present. All I would ask of you is to turn in the final manuscript on time and not say anything on social media until our legal team is fully prepared.”

“No need to worry about Twitter or Facebook. Haven’t logged  on to my account in years.” You raised the espresso cup to your lips. “Too much politics.” You tilted your head to the side, a puzzled frown stretching across your face. “Any chance I could get all of this in writing? I might need to get a lawyer if Abigail tries to take it to court and sue me for defamation.” 

Yandere!Literary Agent nodded. He opened up a blank document and immediately typed up the contract, including everything that you have discussed and a few other variables. Once he finished, he printed it out, handing it to you. You read through the contents carefully before handing it back to him.

“It looks good - it’s all here and I’m agreeable to the terms.” You said.

Humming under his breath, Yandere! Literary Agent signed the bottom. You signed your name next to his, with today’s date and the time. 

He ignored the tiny tingle that crawled up his spine when your fingertips brushed against his as you gave him back the pen. You agreed to stay until the matter with Abigail was over, and he would email you the manuscript so you could go through everything when you get home. 

As it turned out, you did not have to wait much longer for the best-selling author to make her entrance at Board Room 3. Exchanging numbers with Yandere! Literary Agent you would wait in the adjacent room until he sent you a text to make your entrance. Melissa escorted you to said room when he received a message from Abigail that she would be here in ten minutes. 

It’s time. That was the message he sent you. When you opened the door, revealing yourself to the staff and the flustered Abigail…she snapped. 

She rambled how she needed a book, just one more successful book, and she would be set for life. She wouldn’t lose her penthouse, she would still be considered a worthy rival to Cindy Chen, and above all else, she could still write as she had always wanted to do since she was a teenager. You already had a normal job, you had a steady income, you weren’t even a writer. Being a hobbyist writer did not count. Yes, she took your manuscript, but it wasn’t a big deal! You could just write another book when you had time between shifts at the hospital, right? 

The look you gave her…it was resignation. Hopelessness. Disappointment. 

“Abbie…it wasn’t just a story I wrote. You should know that. Writing is so much more than that. I’ve tried to be nice, to talk to you but you wouldn’t listen. I’m sorry it’s come to this, I really am.” You said. That was the last thing you said before you were escorted outside of the door. Seeing your part in this is over, Yandere! Literary Agent took control of the room. 

“Whether it is a hobby or professional writing, it doesn’t change the fact that you stole someone’s work and tried to pass it off as your own.” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “You are a thief, nothing more and nothing less.” Then the lawyers approached Abigail, presenting her with the fees she will need to pay. If there was an issue, going to court would not be an issue as he had all of the evidence needed to ruin the once best-selling writer Abigail Crowley. 

Her reaction was….amusing. 

After security had escorted the screaming woman off of the premises, Yandere!Literary Agent went to search for you, thinking you had gone back to his office to wait for him. You weren’t there. Melissa said you did stop by her desk, only to leave a message on a sticky note that you needed to go home but promised to get the revisions done as fast as you could, and thanks for the espresso it was really good. 

Yandere!Literary Agent smiled softly at the hastily written chicken scratch, pocketing it in his trousers before going back inside his office. You weren’t like any of his other clients. And he would like to get to know a bit more. Who knows? Perhaps….he could persuade you to sign a contract with him, be your agent. You shouldn’t hide your talents from the world. There were people who would love to read your stories, and he had no doubt that the company would benefit from it too. 

But there was no need to rush. There was a month until the book was to be released. That was more than enough time for him to work his magic. He is good at his job, after all. 

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[zillasvilla]

BEYOND THE LIGHTS

Chapter VII: Rocket a/n: Re-edited.

Warnings: Minors DNI. 18+ only. Smut, dirty language. All things smut

Summary: Soraya’s next appearance, and new found status surprises everyone, while dealing with the drama from Dame.

Pairings: Jey Uso x Black Original Character

Disclaimer: All pictures, music and lyrics used are credited to the original creators. All original characters and plot lines are my one. Do not copy, or repost my work.

The gifted necklace sits pretty around her neck, the only piece of jewelry she wore other than some silver rings on her fingers. Soraya pulled off the little cape she used to cover her clothes while doing her make-up. The drama that broke months ago frustrated her to no end, she wanted to retaliate. Yet, her sister’s legal advice to go through a lawyer to release the documents was better. One less thing on her plate.

Special Delivery had become the number one album in the world. Her best-selling album since CTRL . Soraya’s production and pen skills, changes the way the industry sees her as an artist. She was enjoying the heighten success of her career, but still dealt with the heat of Dame’s dick-riders. But the light in all of her turmoil was her man.

Joshua. Big Papa as she started calling him. Since, the mention of her name in several court cases and unwanted media attention. They agreed to come out when she was ready. This strengthen their relationship, letting her be spoiled his attention on her. Their privacy allowed their solo careers to grow.

Soraya was booking meetings with major companies, photo shoots, concerts. People were calling her name. Jey was living on the high of being the world heavy-weight champion. His push, putting his name in every topic. The pop he gets after winning the all gold title from Damien Priest at Backlash was a moment she would never forget.

“They’re done setting up.” Athena, her mother interrupts her thought process, peeking into her childhood home. Their relationship had improved. Her mother learning to let her daughter grow up and do for herself. The multiple trophies show-casing her daughter’s talent. It was hard not to go into mama bear mode when her cub is attacked.

The blue and purple painted walls littered with posters of her favorite artist, brought her a sense of calamity. A place she can always come to when she wanted to feel like a kid again.

She nods, fluffing out her curly hair before deciding to finally get up, tossing her phone on the once slept in bed.

Athena joins her daughter’s side as they descend down the stairs. “Ready?”

Soraya nods watching the technical and production members come in and out of her parent’s home. The black and white lettering of the company name on the chest of the director. Tiny Desk. They had invited her to do an appearance. She agreed under the condition she does it from the comfort of her parents home. The atmosphere brings in a homey feel, giving her all creative control over her performance.

“We’re ready when you are.” Mark, the director tells her. She waves to her friends, pleased they were able to make it despite their hectic schedule. She had hoped he could make it, however, appearances in New York, kept him away.

She nods her head at the director, acknowledging his statement. Soraya takes a sip of the water handed to her by sister Shiloh. She smiles up at the older woman who stood over her in the beige six inch heels. Shiloh was there through it all, offering her shoulder to cry on.

Her sister had been a big help. She became the bridge between her and their brothers, keeping them at bay from killing Dame. Soraya was sure they would do with a quickness if she gave the go ahead. Shiloh’s focus was ensuring her name stayed cleared and it was something Soraya will forever be grateful for.

“I talked with Fredrick. Your attorney.” Shiloh adds, wanting her to know the details, before it all comes to light tonight.

”What did he say?”  She trails her gaze to the sitting area, where her family and friends conversed amongst each other.

“He looked over everything you had on the drive, even contacted the private investigator you had during all of that.” She rambles. It was a lot for her to remember, so she let Shiloh deal with it, coordinated with her partner Fredrick, who was the best in the states. His price showed that.

“He’s going to speak with several news channels, and take it to a Judge. You could file a civil suit against him if you wanted too, if not the courts will likely press charges based on the evidence you provided.”

“If we could avoid court again, that would be great.” She drops her water bottle in the trash, looking at her sister. “I want him to suffer.” Shiloh nods in agreement. Her little sister had been through enough as it is. She would make sure, she never had to step into a court room again. She watches Soraya stand behind the mic, turning to the production team.

“You guys ready?” 

Receiving thumbs up, she begins her introduction. The slow electric sounds being played from the guitars behind her, mixing with the brass instruments.

The smooth sultriness of her voice gained her crowd’s attention. She sways slowly, hand grabbing onto the mic for support. Immediately anyone would know that it was her first hit single off the hatred album she wrote before her disappearing act. Rain on me.

This concert was her way of releasing so much trauma. Her way of telling the people she loved about the turmoil she went through with Dame. Her body relaxing as she felt the negative energy dissipate from her mind and body, her singing flowing into one her all time favorites. You. The background vocalists singing Keyshia Cole’s part. She would be hitting her up for another song. A hard transition from her singing to rapping being translated through the music.

“You picked the wrong one, now you pick the right one, got no love left and I ain’t even tryna fight dumb.”

The words fly smoothly out her mouth, her own twist on the cadence, making eye contact with the camera. Everyone and the mama could immediately tell who she was directing it to. 

You know what you did and honestly I been type done How you getting hoes take 'em home then you wife them It's really no comparison 'cause I ain't nothing like them Bestie said fuck him, I'm like don't get me hype 'cause At one point would had been gun point on site bum Now I look at it like owww, that something light hun I'm happy that it's over yeah you only had a slight run I can be a foul bitch fuck your whole life up I might spend the night with your bro out of spite 'cause you a fuck nigga

Her brothers watch from the back, a proud grin on their faces, as their baby sister devours him without mentioning his name. They had watched the growth from her being too shy to rap, to now placing her self up there with the greats. A part of their personalities rubbing off on her. Zyaire’s lyrical guidance, Duke’s raspy growl and Dennis vulgar language rubbing off on her. He nods along, face turned up, bopping to her unique style, emoting what she was feeling with her facial expressions and hand movements

So lost into the song, she hadn’t realized Jey was coming in, nodding with a smile. The loose-fitting shirt, that was probably his, showing off the traditional necklace. She never took it off, even gifting him a leather bracelet to match. He gets lost in his woman’s presence, loving how free she was in her element.

She steps back to vibe with music, making eye contact with him. A wide smile on his face as he stood in the back with arms crossed.  The black shirt clinging to his muscles as he flexed. His brown eyes staring her down with a knowing chuckle. Mark signals to her that she had time for one last song. Deciding to switch it up when the music winds down.

“This is a song that I wrote in the heat of personal moment.” She smiles, standing in front of her soundboard. it’s called "The way and well let’s get to it.”

The only thing being used as background music was the sound board, producing her own beat, and having the recording of her vocals on a continuous loop. Soraya was always shy when it came to expressing her feelings to Jey. So she would write songs for him, leaving them around his place, in his bag. In his car, Not realizing his love language was words of affirmation in anyway. Her singing to him had to be one of his favorite methods.

You so damn important Everything you do shows me you know it Behind it all you are the motive Don’t tell you enough, but baby I'll show it, show it He say the king where he come from Take a young queen just to know one So, baby, I’ma drive it like it’s stolen I’ma fix it like it’s broken

We could catch a flight out to London Go to the mall, spend a lump sum They could try to catch up to us But they’re too busy making assumptions

She starts, swaying side to-side, snapping her fingers to the beat with her eyes closed. His own breath hitching in his throat. The way she made him feel like it just them two in the room, knowing the song was about him..

Boy, you know all I do Is stay up all night losing sleep over you All I do Is drive myself crazy thinkin' 'bout my It’s the way you walk, the way you talk, babe

It’s the way you love, the way you fuck, the way It’s the way you are, you're a star, babe It’s the way you, it’s the way you

Her hazel-brown lock onto his deep brown ones. She’s singing slowly to him. The intense staring contest they had aroused him. The noticeable tent in pants, she smirks, relishing in the fact, she caused that with just her voice. Her brothers follow her gaze to him. A surprised look on their faces. Zyaire, feeling like a dumb ass for the way he talked to her months ago about Dame.  He goes to talk to him, stopping in his tracks when his baby sister rapped another verse. He could wait till she was done.

This thing we got is crazy Only thing I know is you’re my baby Forever down, I am your lady Always for sure, never a maybe Never met someone who spoke my language Never met a nigga done with playin’ You the type of nigga make me lane switch Hand me the brush and say “paint it” Give me your heart and I hold it Show me your soul and I'll mold it

Baby boy, you gotta be the dopest Gotta be to fuck with the coldest

She closes out the concert slowly fading out the music, turning her attention back to the cameras. Soraya thanks everyone for coming, allowing production to pack up their things.

She takes a sip of water handed to her by Shiloh, watching everyone come her way while he hangs back in the kitchen with his twin. He’s sitting on one of the many barstools, arms resting behind him on the large island. She wanted to be wrapped up in them, but that would have to wait. 

“I swear you get better every time.” Bianca tells her, giving her friend a hug. She would make a note to set up a girl’s day at the spa to catch up.

“Whatever you decide. We got your back.”  Bianca refers to the yellow mailing packets she had her mom put on their seats. Which included a detailed affidavit on the abuse he put her through.

”Yeah girl. He ain’t gonna get away with this.” Trinity hits her fist into her palm, showing she was ready for a fight. Before meeting with a lawyer, and and after the release of Special Delivery: her family, friends and industry connections had constantly left messages on her phone, extending their hand of support while doting on her new album.

It wasn’t long before Dame and his bitch were trying to release their own album or diss towards her. It was a flop. That still didn’t mean she wasn't going to ruin his life. He tried to ruin hers and it was only fair she ended his. No mercy she thought, looking towards Jey, her vision is blocked.

She pouts, when an older buff man pulled her in a hug, kissing her face. “Daddy.”

“I’m proud of you baby girl.” He pulls back, grabbing her hands in his, thumbs rubbing over the back soothingly. A soft grin on her face at her father’s praise. “Yeah. You're not a wrestler, but this is close enough.” He jokes.

Her father was a wrestler. A big one for his era at the time. Known as D-von Dudley. One half of the Dudley Brothers. He had long retired, but was now working alongside his former boss, and her god-father Paul, or Hunter as she liked to call him. His kids being a part of the business was his father’s only dream and he got it. With her brothers.

He had hoped his daughters would join too, but instead he enjoyed having a daughter that was a lawyer and one as a musical prodigy.

“We do need to have a serious conversation.” She dreaded the day he would ask her to talk, especially now knowing in full detail the abuse she went through. He just wanted to make sure his baby girl was okay.

”Okay dad.” She groans, finally locking eyes with Jey. Production had left, leaving their family and friends to snack on the food her mom prepared. However, Soraya wanted nothing more than to be up under him. “Don’t think I won’t pop up on you at the studio.”

She hoped to god he didn’t. Athena pats his shoulders with a soft laugh. “Honey, she’s not going anywhere again.”

Soraya wasn’t planning to either. She was done running from that man and she’ll be damn if he believes he still has a hold on her. 

“Hey dad. Come here a sec.” One of her brothers shouted, mentally thanking him as she slipped away. She quickly rushed through her band of friends straight to him.

Shiloh watches her baby sister fall in love for the first time. The way she gets shy in his presence. She was happy her sister decided to tell everyone this way. It gave her control over her the life that he tried to take from her.

“Hi.” Soraya breathes out, stopping a few inches from him. He had a way of making her shy and he loved the reaction he got from her every time he was around.

He reaches out his hand. Her freshly manicured fingers come in view. The sky blue french tips, with the letter J on the pinky nails made him groan. His hand envelops her own, pulling her into his arms with a soft giggle.

“Hey pretty mama.” He whispers in her ear, placing a soft kiss to the side of her head. His raspy voice raises goosebumps on her skin. She steps closer, his legs instantly opening to let her in.

Soraya sighs softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. She feels the light squeeze from his arms and the resting of his chin on top of her head. “Thought you couldn’t come, papa.” She tilts her head up at him. Even when he was sitting, he still towered over her. 

He technically couldn’t but his affairs in New York, ended early and he was able to catch the red-eye flight to make it on time.

”I’m a champ baby.” He pecks her lips. “I do what I want.” He kisses her again, moving his hands back to grab her sides. The loud whistles, and shouts break them apart. Soraya hides her face into his chest. 

“About time. Damn.”  Jimmy shouts, making Jey laugh. His hand rubbing her back.

”You ate today?” He looks down at her, ignoring everyone that where asking them a million questions. She had gone quiet and he felt the low rumble in her belly. 

“No.” she whispers, moving her arms around his torso, wanting to be in his skin. She hadn’t realized how much of a safe space he was. 

“Go get your stuff. We’ll go eat.”

She pulls back, walking through the chatter boxes once again, fake laughing and joking with them, mostly saying her goodbyes, jogging up the stairs to her childhood bed room. Her man was here and she was ready to go. He stands up quickly, seeing her brothers make their way up to him.

”Main-event Jey USOOO.” The twins, Duke and Dennis mock his ring entrance, laughing causing everyone to watch. The twins were super protective over their baby sister. That and they couldn’t stand Joshua for some reasons. They felt like he wasn’t good enough for her. Jimmy clocks the animosity in their tone. He joined his brother’s side, ready for a fight. 

“I should’ve known it was you.  I mean she is attracted to bi-“ Duke stops when a hand  pushes him back. Zyaire shakes his head at his shocked expression. This wasn’t’t the time more the place. He wasn’t one for the fighting in his parent’s home. Especially over his sister’s relationships.

Zyaire learned the hard way dealing Shiloh’s fiancee. Joseph. In honesty, he had no problems with Joshua. He took care of her at her lowest and brought back the fire in her eyes. This was a different Soraya than before and he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin that. Not even their dumb ass twin brothers.

”Chill.” He turns back to Jey. “Be good to her man. She deserves it.”  

He nods in understanding, seeing his her come down the stairs. “I got her Uce.” 

“Everything okay here?” Soraya questions, finally joining Jey’s side with her purse and phone. Her hand instantly went down to his, fingers linking together slowly. She looks up at her older brother. 

He shakes his head with a knowing smile. “All good Raya, maybe we’ll see you at the shows now.” 

Soraya rolls her eyes at the comment, she avoided those shows for several reasons. “Bye” She waves to them quickly, dragging Jey out the house with her.

Soraya was over it at this point, wanting to be alone with her man. He tugs her arm slowing her down. “Slow down baby.”

She lets him pull her closer in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.

After becoming champion at Backlash, he was able to take a long break before the road to SummerSlam. 

“m’sorry. Just missed you.” 

He grins, pulling her into his chest. He tilts her chin up with his fingers, thumb rubbing the space between her lips and chin. Soraya’s needy eyes stare at him, making him groan. Soft wet lips press against her mouth “Miss you, too pretty mama.” A soft moan leaving her lips.

”Let’s go get you fed.” 

It became a common occurrence to be at his place all the time. He was closer to more eating places, the bigger couch and bed. As soon as he opened the door for her, she made herself comfortable, taking off her shoes, slipping her feet into the fuzzy uggs next to his own slippers.

”Might as well move in.” He jokes locking up for the night. She was over so much, her belongings, mixed in with his. Some days he found her clothes mixed in with his travel bag. He keeps them in there, letting her natural scent mix in with his. He had a piece of her every time he went on the road.

Soraya joked to herself a lot that she would move in if he asked. He just has yet to ask her and didn’t want to impose. What if he got tired of her and kicked her out. She grabs his hoodie off the couch, turning to him. “Don’t tempt me with a good offer.”

She slips into the hoodie, putting her head and arms through the designated holes while watching him toss the keys on the entry table. He was studying her, mentally drawing the image in his brain at how she looked in his clothes; especially his merch. The necklace he gifted her was peeking through the hood asking him smile. she never took it off. Unless she was in the shower.

Her phone suddenly connects to his home audio system, letting him know she was here recently. He relished in the fact she proffered his place over hers.

Her smooth, sultry voice sings sweetly through the speakers. She was singing to him again, only this time a little more seductive. The strides he made towards her filled with passion and determination.

She moans at his hands grabbing her face, pressing a hot kiss to her mouth. His own working against hers, licking her plush bottom lip. He sucks the soft flesh between his own. 

Soraya trembles, gripping the front of his shirt. She tries to press herself closer. The needy kiss trails upward along her warm cheeks, moving her arms around his neck, her eyes flutter close, tiny moans from his teeth sinking into her neck, tongue soothing the sting.

”Jey.” She mumbles.

”Mhm?” He rubs his hands down her sides gently, pushing under the hoodie. Teasing her skin with light grazes from his fingers. A soft hum leaves her mouth. The lyrics speak for themselves, getting shy all over again from his passionate gaze.

If you like it you can touch it, baby. She leans up, kissing him slowly, setting the pace she wanted.

He smooths his hands over her thighs, going behind her, his large hands gripping the cuff between her thigh and ass. Ooh, grab a hold, don’t let go. He slips his tongue in her mouth at the sudden gasp she lets out. 

Her legs wrap around him, his erection straining in his briefs, pressing firmly between her supple cheeks. He can’t help but give it a light slip, groaning at the sounds of her tiny whimpers. He rubs gently using this time to carry her up the stairs into his room.

The soft glow of the sun setting illuminated the room. Her back hits the soft sheets, crawling up on her elbows towards the middle of the bed, He removes his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room.

Faintly the song fades deeper, igniting a different light of passion behind his eyes. He grabs her ankle, pulling her down with a giggle. 

Jey stands between her legs, massaging her thighs as he leans down, pressing soft quick quicks on her neck. “You want it princess?”

A sweet sigh fills his ears, her hand resting on the side of his neck, feeling the cool metal of his Cuban link beneath her fingers.  “yes.” 

Their lips meet again, she’s falling into mush at his dominance, letting him bruise her lips, his breath hot against her skin with each kiss on her neck and shoulders. His hand rubs into her thighs, trailing up to hook his fingers in her bottoms, tugging them down and off.

His hands felt hot against her skin; rubbing in places other than where she wants to be touched. He slowly pushes the top over her head, her ample breasts sitting pretty for him.

He palms one softly, watching her shy away from his face. Jey uses his thumb and pinky finger to pinch and roll the nipple. “Look at me.”

The huskiness in tone mad her rub her legs together. Her slick pools into a small puddle beneath her. She wills herself to make eye-contact.

His right hand, slipping between her legs, teasing her arousal. “Good girl.” He gives her a sloppy kiss, spreading her folds with his index and ring finger; using his middle finger to slide up and down her center. 

Her soft moans covered by his mouth. She manages a soft pant. The hand still palming her breast rubs up her neck, enough pressure to make her lie flat against the mattress.

”Open for me, baby.” He coaxes, pushing the finger into her slick hole. Her legs spread open, exposing her body more to him.

He stills watches her closely, learning each expression he made with the curve of his fingers, adding another one, mouth slightly parted. He knows he found her spot. She pushes down on his hand. A delicate squeal leaves her lip. He knows Soraya can get louder.

Jey has made her squeal several times before; he stops wanting to make her come just from his mouth.

He lowers to his knees at the side of bed. Jey pulls his fingers out slowly, hearing the soft whine of loss from above.

His wet lips, leave a trail along her thighs; avoiding her dripping sex. Jey nipped and sucked on the meaty flesh, teasing her in the best way possible. His hands, pushing her thighs back, felt her lower half roll with his tongue on her clit.

Jey flicks her clit in slow circles, urging her to cry out in desperation. The warm like flesh, trails down. She clenches around nothing with a needy whine. “Jey..” She knew that’s not what he wanted to her.

“Relax.” He mumbles, giving her thigh a soft squeeze of reassurance.

He lets a dribble of saliva leave his pursued lips on to her dripping cunt. “I got you mamas.” 

He presses his mouth to her folds, leaving soft kisses. He looks up at he, allowing her thighs to close around his head. Jey hums lowly, coaxing a loud moan out of her.

He licks and sucks continuously, not letting up on her trembling body.  Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling on the soft curls.

His groan vibrates against her, grinding down on his mouth. The bubbling feeling in her belly rising. He takes notes of her tightened grip, and squeezing thighs, ears softly popping from the pressure.

Joshua plants his hands on the underside of her thighs, pushing them back on the bed; flattening his tongue against her, shaking his head side to side.

The burning sensation in her thighs only adding her to intense pleasure Josh was putting her through. He closes his mouth around her dripping heat; sucking harshly to elicit whiny moans from her.

The fervent licks lapping at her dripping juices. 

“Baby.” She squirms, tugging at his head with each hungry lick he gives her.  His cool breath blowing with on the nub, a strangled cry filling the room as her body shakes, a wave of relief crashing over her. 

His mouth kissed a pathway up her quivering body; fingers grazing over each mark he left on her rich skin; her fingers tracing along his arm pulling him down closer, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. An aroused moan at the taste of her essence on his tongue. 

So into the kiss, Soraya didn’t feel him push off his own briefs, tossing them on the floor. His hand guided her leg around his waist, pressing his arousal against her folds. She bites his lip with a needy moan.

”More.” She mumbles into his mouth. He rocks down. The tip of him inching its way inside her heat.

Jey watches her eyes roll to the back of her head,, adjusting to his size. A cocky grin on his face he bottoms out. He kisses along her slacked jaw. He grinds his hips, using both hands to hold her thighs on his torso.

A low, rough grunt, with every squeeze of her pussy around his dick. Her essence coating his erection making the slip easier with each long stroke.

His weight against her body forcing her body to take it; rolling them on his side. His hand grabbing at the pliant flesh of her ass. He grips harshly while bouncing her down on his thighs.

The smell of sweat and sex filled the room. Josh leaves tender kisses along her shoulders. His hips curve upwards, tapping the sensitive bundle of nerves.

”oh fuck.” She gasps clenching around him to make him stop. A harsh slap to her thigh makes her look at him. A dangerous glare on his face.

”You can take it.” His length and girth stretched her so much. When she doesn’t let go, he pulls out, putting her on her stomach. 

“Josh-.” The sting from his hand on her ass stopped her. He rubs it softly, using both hands to spread her cheeks apart. She flinches at his wet tongue eating her from behind.

”who-?” He grits out, prepared to smack the bouncing bottom again.

”Daddy.” She rocks back, hearing a pleased hum leaving his lips. He had wanted to make love to her, yet the sight of her ass in the air changed his mind. His own arousal covered in her dripping cum. He places a pillow under her hips, leaning down to kiss up her spine. 

Her arms spread out next to her head, he rubs his hands up her arms, linking with her own, to pin her to the bed. His front pressed to her back. He plunges forward in a sharp thrust. Her falling back against his shoulder with a whine. 

He circles his hips, lips pressed to her cheek with sweet kisses. “Feel good hm?”

She nods, words caught in her throat with each move he makes. His large, veiny dick filled her in the best way possible. She turns her head slightly, his own coming down to kiss her. 

The once playing music drowned out by the sounds of her moans and grunts; skin slapping against skin. It was erotic the way she melted under him. He frees a hand to grip her throat, pulling her up on her knees making her plant her hands firmly.

”So close baby.” Jey groans. His nose pressed into her cheeks whispering praises in her ear, light kisses adding to the throbbing sensation that joined them together. 

A familiar fluttering in her belly, she clenches and he grunts in her ear. “That’s it.” He comes, hitting that spot over and over again that had her screaming his name softly.

“Good girl.” He staggers his thrust, timing it with his own orgasm.  “gonna cum for daddy?”

Unable to form coherent words, she squeaks instead when his right hand reaches around her, using his fingers to rub her sensitive clit.  Soraya jerks forward at the feeling of his hand squeezing her throat and the other on her tender flesh with every stroke of his thick dick. 

“Words mama.”

”mhm.. Yes.” She whimpers, taking all of him like the good girl she was. His hand around her throat moves to her right cheek squeezing softly.

”Cum for daddy princes.” He kisses the back of her shoulder, letting her bounce back against him.

Soraya feels the orgasm build up. Her arms shake, going weak as she falls flat against the bed. A helpless sweet little cry echoes of the walls when her release finally overcomes her senses. She closes her eyes, letting him use her.

Jey’s movements don’t stop, her core overly sensitive. The mixing of her shaky breathes and his thick growls only intensify when he snaps forward, pressing his hips into hers. His load painting her walls. 

“Fuck.” He hisses when he pulls out slowly. The juices connecting from her cunt to his tip. 

This wasn’t how he expected their first time together would go, but he would take it. Jey slides out of his bed. The once bright sky now littered with stars.

He turns on the light, smiling at her relaxed form. Her body littered with his teeth marks, and hickies. Joshua kisses up her back. 

“No more.” she mumbles. He lets out a deep rumble laugh from his belly.

”Let’s get you cleaned up.” He rolls her on her back and cradles her body in his arms. A quick kiss to her nose getting that shy smile he fell in love with.

His bathroom, just as spacious as his bedroom, was her favorite room in his house. The dual head walk in shower was the best thing there; comfortably fitting the both of them.

The steam quickly filling the room; they clean their bodies. Jey steals tiny kisses here and there. It was a quick shower; not wanting to get dry skin and soaked heads. She took the wig off, placing it on a wig head she had one his dresser. She had accumulated so much stuff over here, that she might as well move in. Her clothes miso mixed in with his, she just grabs whatever touches her had first.

The random shirt, being one his old merch shirts; it swallowed her frame.  

“Hungry?” The goofy grin on his face does nothing to persuade her that he was only talking about food; he could only hope she was just as hungry as him.

Soraya looks down, laughing at the giant bright word in her chest. . “Yeeet.” 

Jey’s head shakes with a smile; his heart swelling at her genuine laughter.. “I’ll order in. Whataburger? The usual?”

“I was thinking we could cook.” She loved when Jey cooked, he loved cooking for her and with. He had begun teaching her some of his favorites.

He was in the mood for traditional food tonight. “Maybe your famous chicken.” She hints, reaching in the drawers to pull out the matching lavalava set he got them. 

The lavalava fit snug around her waist, bringing her a deeper sense of connection with him. Their hectic schedules made it hard to incorporate their culture in the relationship. However, any chance she got, she would take it. 

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[sweetnsour1]

5:47:01

Fluff, Bakugou x g/n reader, part 1 of ?

Your jaw was clenched and you tried your hardest to keep your bottom lip from jutting out as you stared down at the pitiful sight in front of you. The line of red was clear and nearly enough to bring tears of frustration to your eyes, but…no matter how strong you were, or how hard you tried, there was just no way to alter the decided outcome laying right in front of you.

“Y/n! Dude…you’re totally ignoring me.”

Kaminari waved around a paper with a very visible C+. You tried to smile, but it quickly faded when your eyes fell back to your own desk. You hated this…the grade, but also that haunting feel of not doing your best. He grabbed your shoulder, rocking you side to side.

“Hey! I’m tryingggg to brag about how good I did on my test because of you. Although, you totally could’ve been less mean-Dude, what’s wrong?” You didn’t answer. He rested his chin on the top of your head. “Ugh, nothing. You did amazing as usual.” He laughed and snatched the paper.

“I did not do amazing.” You jumped up, but he kept running. He hopped onto a desk, holding it just out of your reach. He checked the grade on it before sticking his tongue out at you.

“You got another A.”

“Ugh, I know what it says. It’s just…not A enough. You know?”

“No? How can it be-“ His words turned into a yelp as the owner of the desk finally lost his patience.

Bakugou grabbed Kaminari by the collar of his uniform, looking just like a cat scolding a kitten. The sight never failed to make you laugh…even now when you felt like you sucked. He plucked your paper from Kaminari’s hands, holding him a few inches above the ground. He didn’t release him until the stun gun hero had stopped flailing his legs…which was potentially thoughtful of him?

“Go fuck around on your own desk, idiot.” He nudged Kaminari away.

“Don’t be so rough, man. You’re gonna accidentally give me a kink or something.” You both laughed as Bakugou’s blush showed up quicker than his glare. Kaminari hurried off to his desk, making sure to take a route that placed Kirishima between him and his potential threat.

Bakugou’s glare was gone when he turned back to face you. He maybe kind of looked pretty fucking cute with the blush still covering him. Your eyes moved up his cheeks to land on his…One of his eyebrows shot up and his head tilted, but he didn’t look away. You felt a heat spread across your own face. How the fuck could he, of all fucking people, be making you feel things like an idiot? You heard the rustling of paper and looked down to see your test in the air between you.

“You’ll never beat me with shit like this.” Your mouth fell open for a moment. He was grinning like such an asshole.

“Yea, I fucking know.” You snatched the paper back.

“Should’ve come to my room instead of his.” Your mouth fell open again. “Fix your face. I meant to fuckin’ study.” You frowned.

“Yea, I assumed to study. I was just surprised you offered.”

“Oh.” Your gaze was fixed on that stupid minus next to that not so stupid letter.

“What else would I go to your room for?” He didn’t answer, so you risked looking at him again. Your eyes widened when you saw his pretty face was now a much darker shade of pink than before.

Masterlist

Wrote this on my lunch break. I’ll check for edits after school, but that was a fun time challenge.

Edit: edited! lol why didn’t any of you tell me y/n snatched the paper twice smdh

[barren-heart]

From Panera Bread You Came, To Panera Bread You Shall Return.

Guillermo's been working at Panera Bread for about a week now. Luckily, his old manager agreed to give him his old job back.

A Nandermo first kiss one-shot

Blood and violence. Hurt/comfort. Somewhat Christmas-themed. No death. Post-s5. Nandor/Guillermo.

Author’s note: I wanted to write in script format, but got too lazy tbh and I also wanted to keep some of the thoughts and feelings of the characters. Canon compliant for the most part.

Bright lights flicker in a near-empty Panera. The lampposts outside are lit, as snow drifts towards the ground in thick piles.

In the lobby, Guillermo mops the floor. He’s focusing on a spill of broccoli cheddar soup that accidentally fell off the table as he was cleaning. He sees the cameras and waves them in.

“So, yeah,” Guillermo says. He sits at a table, camera facing. His title reads, Former Familiar and Bodyguard. Panera Bread Employee. “You can probably tell that I’m no longer working for Nandor and the vampires. I moved out about a week ago, I guess.”

A flashback to Guillermo cleaning up his room at the Vampire Residence. He takes his suitcases and the vampire portrait of him and Nandor. The room is just as empty as when he moved in.

“It was just getting a bit, you know, sad,” Guillermo continues. “Not being a vampire anymore, I just didn’t really feel like I could go back to being a familiar. So,” he pauses, “I left.”

A cut back to Guillermo looking at Nandor’s closed coffin as he lays a letter on the table. A moment later, a cut to Nandor picking up the letter as his face grows solemn.

“I’m trying to find my purpose in this world now.” Guillermo smiles. “There’s so…so many possibilities of who I can be. I have my whole life ahead of me. But, searching for your next passion doesn’t really pay the bills. So, in the meantime, I got my old job back at Panera. So that’s…that’s good.”

The documentary crew flashes edits of Guillermo performing various duties inside of Panera. Kids run into tables, knocking food onto the floor. Loud customers shout at him as Guillermo tries to remain calm.

When the camera cuts back to Guillermo’s talking head, his smile fades. “Can’t believe this time, last week I was mopping up blood in the Fancy Room, and now I’m mopping up soup.” He laughs. “Crazy how things could change so quickly.”

“Guillermo?” A man behind the counter says. “Do you mind taking the trash out?”

Guillermo stands, ending the talking head segment. “Yeah. I can do that. Sorry.”

“Oh no, take your time,” The man says smiling to the cameras. “I’m sorry, did I come off as a bit aggressive there? I’ve been working on not sounding too demanding, you know? I learned that from the Being a Better Boss self-help book I read last summer.”

“You’re good, Chris.” Guillermo laughs to himself. His boss has no idea the orders he was given as a familiar. “I’ll take it out now.”

“Okay, be careful out there,” Chris says. “It’s looking like a blizzard. Haven’t seen snow like this since when I was a kid in Vermont.”

The camera follows Guillermo as he grabs his coat and scarf. The cold is much harsher with the wind.

He drags the rather heavy bags of trash out the back door. He can barely see as he lifts the trash bags into the dumpster. It was nothing like the human bodies he would bag daily for the vampires. Come to think of it, taking a whiff outside, maybe there is rotten flesh in there?

“Guillermo, is that you?” A voice calls out.

Guillermo immediately recognizes the voice. It’s his master, or ex-master now? He left the vampire residence so suddenly that he wasn’t really sure anymore.

Out of the shadows, Nandor appears. His hair disheveled and cape covered in snow. Almost like he’d been there for hours.

Guillermo meets him under a streetlight. “Have you been waiting here for me?”

“Yes. Not long, though. Maybe two…or three hours?”

“Three-three hours?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you while you worked,” Nandor says. “So, I waited here until you were done.” Nandor points to a body slumped against the wall of the building. “I had a light snack while I waited.”

“That would explain the rotten corpse smell…” Guillermo whispers to the camera.

"I like what you've done with the place." Nandor observes the scenery. "Very twinkly lights."

“Oh, no that’s the…you know…” Guillermo stops, knowing well he shouldn’t say Christmas in front of Nandor. His voice lowers to a whisper, “Holiday lights.”

“Your roommates must be so festive. So very human and not vampires at all.” There’s a smile on Nandor’s face, but it’s absent of joy. If Nandor could tell the truth, it’s painful that Guillermo left again, this time to be with humans.

“Uh, yeah. They…they are human.” Guillermo says. "Do you think I live here?"

"Well, now that you don't live with us anymore, I thought you would move in where you work."

"Actually," Guillermo says, his eyes on the snowy ground beneath him. "I live with my mom now."

"Oh, Silvia?" Nandor genuinely smiles. He enjoyed Guillermo's mothers’ company the last time he saw her. So kind and full of energy. And so many photos of Guillermo. "How is she?"

"She's doing-" Guillermo begins to say. “Wait. How did you find me? I never said I was going to work here.”

“I thought you would return to something familiar. Just seemed like something all humans do. I flew around to all the Paneras in the area, until I saw you in the window. I came to congratulate you on your new job.”

Guillermo smiles to himself. “Oh, I thought you’d be upset that I left.”

“I’m not upset. I actually think that it’s okay.”

A cut to talking heads of Nandor in his room. “Am I happy with Guillermo for leaving? Of course not. But, I’m not upset. Little rascal is probably thinking about apologizing right now. He’s probably on his way home. What, it’s been, like, just a few days?”

Someone talks offscreen.

“A week?” Nandor says.“Really? Oh. Maybe I should try and find him, then?”

When the camera cuts back, Nandor says, “I know you were looking to find some greater purpose and you’ve found it here at…The Panera Bread.”

Nandor gives a quick look to the camera.

“Uh, yeah,” Guillermo says. “Well, it’s-it’s temporary. I, uh, don’t really have much of a work history with 14 years working as a familiar. Uh, my old boss is actually still working here and got me my job back.”

“That asshole?” Nandor says, remembering the guy was such a dick. “Yes, I remember. Fucking guy.”

“He’s actually pretty cool now. Mellowed out a lot.”

“Oh?” Nandor says. “That’s-that’s great that you have such a mellow boss. Really…cool.”

A moment of silence passes between them.

“How’s the gang?” Guillermo says, wistful. “I miss them.”

“They’re, you know. Moving on. Doing lots of things. With stuff. Vampire stuff.”

Guillermo feels a pang in his heart. He shouldn’t expect a heartfelt plea to come back, especially with how sudden he left. It still feels like it was the right thing to do in the moment.

The sound of a door opens behind them. It’s Guillermo’s manager, Chris.

“Hey, just checking to see if you died.” He sniffs around. “Almost smells like someone died.”

Chris takes in the dead body. “Hey, what the fuck is that?!”

Nandor approaches Chris. “You will not remember seeing the dead body on the ground and will go back inside and finish your duties for the night.”

Before finishing his hypnosis, Nandor adds, “And you will give Guillermo a raise in pay.”

“Yeah, everything looks good,” Chris says, leaving. “I’ll see you inside. And hey, you’re getting a raise on your next check there, buddy.”

Once Chris is inside, Guillermo says, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I kinda did, though. Didn’t want him to remember the dead body there,” Nandor says whispering as if someone could overhear.

“I meant the raise part,” Guillermo says.

“Oh.” Nandor continues in a normal tone, “You deserve it. I know how hard you work. And how important it is to tell someone that you appreciate what they do for you. I want to wish you well in your new position. And I’m sure you will do just great.”

“Thank you, mast-” Guillermo stops. “Um, Nandor.”

Nandor doesn’t comment on the change of title. “Of course.”

“I should probably get back inside,” Guillermo says. “Fly safe. It’s really snowy out here.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Guillermo turns towards the camera, away from Nandor. A few tears well up in his eyes.

“Oh, Guillermo?” Nandor says. “One last thing.”

Guillermo faces him again, sniffing his tears back. “Yeah?”

Nandor steps closer. He reaches inside his cape, and pulls out a dozen of flattened red roses. “I forgot to give you these.”

“Flowers?” Guillermo sniffs them. A few are wilted, and some petals fall to the ground.

“Sorry. They were alive when I picked them.”

“Wait. You picked them? It’s the middle of winter.”

“Yes. I picked them from a nice grave I found while flying.”

“A grave?” Guillermo eyes go wide.

“Yes,” Nandor continues earnestly. “I saw them lying there and I thought of you.”

“You did?”

Nandor continues, “And I wanted to tell you that…I’ve missed you.”

“Really?” Guillermo swallows. “I’ve missed you, too. I’m sorry for leaving. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay. I really wanted to stay. I just don’t know if I belong there anymore.”

“You do belong there, Guillermo. You were more than just my familiar, but my greatest companion. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Marwa’s wedding scene plays and then we cut back to Guillermo. The camera zooms in on his face. He grins, now realizing. “Maybe you don’t have to think about that.”

“What do you-“ But Nandor doesn’t finish as he notices Guillermo leaning in towards him. Nandor mimics him, leaning in as their lips finally meet. His hand brushes along Guillermo’s neck and down his coat. He wraps his arms around Guillermo’s waist.

A familiar feeling of heat creeps up Guillermo’s chest and into his throat. The hairs on his arms raise as he wraps his hands around Nandor’s shoulders.

A voice stirring breaks them apart.

“What was that?” Guillermo says.

The body against the wall moves. “Ughh. Is there anyone there?”

Guillermo eyes Nandor. “I thought you said he was dead?”

“Yeah, I thought so,” Nandor says. “I just had a little snack. I don’t think I drained him enough.”

“Hey there,” Guillermo says approaching the body. “I can help you. Are you okay?”

The man, probably in his 40’s, slowly stands while gripping onto the wall. “Yeah, I think-” He slips on a puddle of his own blood, his head hitting against the wall as he falls with a thud to the ground. He doesn’t move.

Guillermo covers his mouth in shock.

“I think he’s dead now,” Nandor says. He kneels beside him. “Little man, are you alive?”

Nothing.

Nandor rolls him over. “Maybe we let the snow cover him up?”

Guillermo sighs. “I’ll get a trash bag.”

When Guillermo comes back, they both toss the man into the dumpster.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Nandor starts, “that was the guy yelling at you earlier. I could see it through the window. He said some bad things about you as he left.”

Guillermo smiles to both Nandor and the cameras. “I think we should leave before any cops show up.”

“Good idea.” Nandor reaches his hand out to Guillermo. “Can I fly you home? I’m sure Silvia is worried about you.”

Guillermo puts his hand in Nandor’s. “How about our place instead?”

[yr-obedt-cicero]

What is your opinion of the Ron Chernow book on Hamilton? I'm reading it now and it's informative but I don't know how I feel about it yet and we're already almost at Hamilton's wedding. Thoughts?

Oh boy, that book...

Honestly, I hate it but I also quite appreciate it. It's one of the only Hamilton biographies that goes so in-depth about Hamilton's life, and almost covers everything. Like, it's the size of a Bible for a reason and I really did enjoy the background checks on all the figures that were brought up (Like especially Faucette, or Maria). But also it's entirely bias, and filled with inaccuracies. I haven't read the book in a year, and no longer have it in my possession but here are a few things I remember that I hated about it;

Rambling — oh God, does Chernow have a tendency to go on and on and on. He often repeats the same thing several times throughout the book, especially in regards to praising figures in the book, but I'll talk about that and his glorification a bit later. I completely understand the habit to ramble on, but there is the opportunity to edit over your work. I swear after Hamilton did anything, Chernow would copy and paste the same sentence about how “hAMilTOn WAs JUst sUch aN InsPiRaTiOn wIth hIS iRrepresSiBLe pAsSiON aS An ImMiGrANt” I get it. I know. I would go on about how rising from your poor status wasn't anything new or unheard of, but I'll spare that for today.

Glorification — Chernow has a terrible case of glorifying the historical figures mentioned in the book, mainly Hamilton - as he is the protagonist, I suppose - but also Washington. He paints everyone else that is featured as these evil, big, bad villains that are just out to ruin poor, innocent Hamilton's life. And that if Hamilton did anything wrong; it was obviously all their faults and they somehow influenced him into this terrible decision. Chernow glosses over so many times Hamilton ruined other's lives, and throughout it portrays him as this inspiring hero.

Misogyny — you'll notice pretty quickly on; Chernow portrays all the women in the book as pathetic, (Or evil if they ever wronged Hamilton). He does a great injustice to Maria Reynolds, and makes out the affair to be all her and her husband's malicious influence. Because poor Hammy Ham, and not the oppressed woman getting abused by her husband, right? He even has the audacity to frame Elizabeth as a villain throughput a lot of it as well, claiming she wasn't doing her “wifely duties” and drove him to commit the affair (Jesus Christ). It's worse than the portrayal of these women in the musical.

Homophobia — Chernow quite often dismisses the homoerotic undertones throughout Hamilton's life. I'm not saying he has to do an essay on the plausablity of Troup and Hamilton having something more than friendship, but man, you could at least say anything but “lol but they were very no homo”. But the case that pisses me off the most is the complete dismissive attitude towards Laurens's and Hamilton's relationship. Chernow only scaps the surface of their relationship by quoting the April 1779 letter, and then shrugs it off and says that men just had those flowery - platonic apparently - sext letters during those days. Oh, but don't worry, he can dedicate half a chapter in regards to how true the debunked Angelica+Hamilton love affair was.

Inaccuracies — I don't know what I was expecting from a guy who has a very questionable education, but Chernow makes many inaccuracies throughout the book. I can't name them all off the top of my head but; he claims Jefferson said nothing on Hamilton's death when he did, he got Hamilton's children baptism dates wrong, made the same stupid mistake of calling William's portrait as actually Philip's, and misinterpretades many letters. If you want more on the subject, @runawayforthesummer literally has a tag called “Chernow was wrong”. And speaking of villianizing, I urge you to read about Burr outside of Chernow because that is the worst portrayal you'll read him as. Chernow made up this whole betrayal backstory for Burr and Hamilton, when they were actually never friends, or anything beyond acquaintances or political rivals.

Chernow isn't a historian — he's a journalist and a biographer. But biographer doesn't necessarily mean he has taken any studying in regards to being a historian. I'm not staying if you didn't go to college for a four year institution, that you're immediately unqualified to write a biography. But. You should take some initiative to get some education in that matter. Because we have things like this where Chernow makes glaring mistakes.

Phew, okay, that's a rundown of everything I found wrong with it. I'm sure I'm missing other things, but these were the major issues in my opinion. I mean, if you've gotten that far in the book, might as well finish it. Just remember to do your own research, and fact check before you take someone else's claim on something. Once again, Chernow's biography has some good aspects, like how detailed it is. Just remember his major flaws with it too.

[sugalaritae]

summary: hoseok wants to tell you something exciting but gets sidetracked by your beauty and passion.

word count: 656

rating: series rating 18+

genre: FLUFF!!! SO SO SO MUCH FLUFF

warnings: none. hoseok is just falling hard.

a/n: it's hobi's birthday!!!!! i have to do something and this wonderful man has been BEGGING me to write something for him and this wonderful fic. it's also been a year since i first started writing this series and i needed to do something. i just love him so very much. i know it's just a little teaser, and for that i'm sorry, but it's something!! this is very lightly edited and went un-beta'd!

this is part of the 'heat waves' series and that masterlist can be found here

Hoseok is in a recording studio that is very different from Yoongi’s. It feels odd being in a place that feels familiar but isn’t. He craves the comfort of Yoongi’s studio. The way that it feels like Yoongi with its black and dark oak aesthetic. How every time he goes there it smells like his friend and is filled to the brim with creativity and memories. 

He misses the comfort of home. 

He’s had enough of this place with the language difference and the people who ooze ego and oddly nothing else. 

He spins around in the chair and looks at the shelves and off-white walls. The shelves are filled with trophies and books that he knows are only dusted by the cleaning crew and rarely touched otherwise. 

He lets himself stare at one book in particular, an architecture coffee table book. His mind goes blank as he just stares at the white lettering against the green cover. He doesn’t know how long he’s lost in that little space of nothing, but your text tone brings him out of it and he spins back around to face the desk. He sent you a text asking if he could see your face, he wants to tell you that he’s coming home earlier than he had planned. Everything has gone faster than the company thought and he’s being sent home with full pay. 

He smiles as he reads that you’re available for a facetime and he quickly sets it up, fixing his hat on his head before he presses dial and then slips himself and the chair out of view. 

“HEYYYY!???” your voice is excited and he laughs just a little at the sudden inflection of a question at the end. 

Slowly, he pushes himself and the chair into your view, looking directly at the camera as he does so. He was smiling already but seeing your face makes it widen and he feels his chest fill with a feeling he isn’t quite sure he’s ready to explore completely. Perhaps he’ll dip his toes in but he wants to do this slow and properly. 

“Hello gorgeous,” he greets you. 

His gaze slips over your face. You look so peaceful and yet there are new bags under your eyes. You had mentioned that there had been a project at work that was keeping you and Jin at the office late but he hadn’t expected it to be taking this kind of toll on you. 

You laugh and shake your head, “I don’t think I’m gorgeous right now, I just took off my makeup.” 

He shakes his head. 

“Seriously! I’m so tired from this project and I just got home and wanted to wash the day away but I don’t think I have really looked at myself in a week and I look rough!” you laugh.

He shakes his head again. 

You stick out your tongue and wrinkle your nose. He wants to melt. You must know that you’re fucking adorable when you do that. 

“You’ve only mentioned it in passing, are you enjoying it at least?” he asks. 

There’s a twinkle in your eye in response and you nod. 

“Tell me about it?” 

He watches as you smile and then launch into words that he doesn’t entirely understand but he’s heard Jin speak the same language and so it’s familiar, like visiting a country again but not being fluent enough to know exactly what people are saying. 

He decides, as you tell him about a design you’re working on for the presentation to the board, that he won’t tell you about coming home. No, he wants to surprise you. Most of all, though, he wants to hear all about this board meeting when it happens. In person. He wants to see your face light up in person because he knows that it’s going to look even more radiant and beautiful without the dullness of technology. 

He can’t wait to come home. 

💖 💖 💖 

please reblog, comment, or send an ask if you enjoyed what you read!! i hope you have a good day!

© sugalaritae, 2022/23. you do not have any permission to repost or translate my work even if you give credit. all of this is mine.

[allie-campbell-bradshaw]

Chapter 3: Oath

A/N: Welcome to the third chapter of Top Gun: Baby, a love story following Bradley Bradshaw and Allie Campbell. This story is sequential, so if you have not already read the first few chapters, please go back and do so! All links to chapters and their mood boards can be found on my masterlist. I am dozens of chapters into this story and I absolutely HATE going in and editing these. I promise my skills in writing improve as we move forward. Like any story, the first few chapters are used to build background. Once Allie comes into the story, it gets WAY better. I had so much anxiety editing this chapter you have no idea! I mention this in my notes for every chapter, but just in case you missed it– I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted without credibility. If you do want to post this story to your page, please be sure that you tag my account or at least mention its original source in your post. Again, thank you for being here and I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Swearing, Angst against a loved one

Chapter Three: Oath

BRADLEY’S POV

I was already finished getting changed into my white works, holding onto my copy of Reef Points as others were still messing with their white fabrics and dixie cup hats. This is the official “handbook” if you will that all Naval Academy students have to have memorized by the end of Plebe Summer. All it is are facts and details about the USNA and Naval missions, histories, and traditions. Like a textbook that you use for a college course.

Lucky for me, I was able to get my hands on one earlier this year thanks to Hollywood, another naval man that flew with my dad. He contacted me after I received my acceptance letter and promised that if I ever needed anything, he would help. That was code for “If you want me to put in a good word, I’ll do it”. I am a man of my own integrity and have every intention of creating my own repudiation. What the fuck am I saying? There’s no way anyone generational can create their own rep in this field. I am and will forever be known as “Goose’s kid”. It fucking sucks. I hate it, and am headstrong enough to prove them wrong with any misconceptions they might have of me, but I know for some navalmen, that will be excruciatingly difficult. I want to do this on my own. I want to prove that I should be here, not just that I could be here because of my dad.

Within the next few minutes, we were assigned our ICAO Company. A group of ten women were assigned to the Alpha Company. Natasha was one of them. She gave me a wave as she walked over to her quarters, in her dress whites, which fit her perfectly. I looked like a clown. I hated the uniforms, but didn’t want to complain too much, because there was a point in my life where I thought I would never get the chance to wear them.

I was one of the last to be called to a group, assigned to the November Company. Once we made it to our quarters, which was on the first floor of the building, I heard an Officer yell out “102 Bradshaw and Frasier”. Someone Frasier, whoever he was, was going to be my roommate for the next four years. 

I walked forward and made eye contact with him as he walked to the front as well. “Looks like it’s us!” He said in a comedic tone. I could already tell he was going to be a character. Honestly, I would’ve preferred it this way. I would rather be with someone goofy like me than be with a hardass.

We walked into the room and noticed that there were 2 sets of bunks. Whoever Frasier made his way to the one on the right, so I made my way to the one on the left. The bunks were made of a deep gray metal and the room was covered in tan white paint. There were two white sheets on both ends of the beds, a fitted one and a flat one. Both polyester. Score! I loved polyester sheets. My mom would surprise me on random occasions and take me to a hotel to sleep when I was younger. Most of the time it was when I did something good in school, like scoring a 100 on a big test or reporting a bullying situation to the teacher. I was considered a tattle tale when I was younger, but I didn’t care! I got to sleep in a hotel and swim in their pools! So, you bet your sweet ass when I found someone getting pounded at recess, I was the first one to run to the teachers and alert them of the situation. I would do ANYTHING to get to sleep in those polyester sheets! Damn, I was a hot dog.

“I’m Bradley.” I introduced myself, holding out my hand.

“Emmett.” He said with a big smile on his face, gripping my hand and giving it a light shake.

“Nice to meet you.” I said, watching him as he put on his sheets.

“Quit staring at my ass man.” He muttered out with a corner of the fitted sheet in his mouth, swaying his hips from side to side as a way to show off his backside.

I let out an airy laugh as I turned to make my bed. I was going to like this guy. He was equally as well humorous as me. Just maybe a little more immature.

“So what’s your story?” I asked him as I focused on my sheets.

“Buy me dinner first.” He quickly responded. I chuckled at his remark and shook my head a little. I stayed quiet, waiting for him to respond, which he eventually did. “My mom caught me and my buddies getting high and told me that I had two options: report my dealer to the cops or enlist in the military”.

I shot up from my bunk, looking over at him, his hands here resting on his hips in a way too casual way for his recent admission.

“What?!” I asked, still in disbelief.

“No, I'm just kidding,” He said, turning back around, “Well, not about the getting high part. She found my bong and I knew I was fucked. So when she confronted me about it I was able to shoot back with the ‘I’m already planning on applying to the Academy’ card. Which was true! I was already going anyway, it just bought me some leverage”. 

“I maybe wouldn’t share that story with the Officers on base”.

“Oh yeah I know! They think I got the idea in church. Sitting in the front pew, on my knees, getting the idea all of a sudden, saying it was God talking to me. They ate that shit up”. Shit that was good. My admissions essay was about him, and my mom, and my dad. Basically how my whole life has been a fucking mess. I was able to buy myself some pity, but his essay topic, now that was just genius! “What about you?” He asked me.

“It’s generational” I said to him, which was just the abridged version of all of my shit events. I tucked the pillow case in the pillow and threw it to the edge of the bed.

“Cool!” Emmett exclaimed sarcastically. “You look a little old to be here”. He stated boldly.

This caused me to smirk and let out yet another airy laugh. “I’m 23.” I answered coldly again.

He had his hands back on his hips, looking at me as though I had more to add to our encounter. “Well, this has been a fascinating conversation” he remarked, yet in another sarcastic tone. “Got a girl?”

I shook my head as I adjusted the sheets on my bed.

“Yeah me neither.” He said quickly.

“What!” I exclaimed, turning to him, “How does a guy like you not have a girl!” I was saying it more in a sarcastically joking tone, but there was some truth to it, because he was quite fun.

“I know, it’s not fair.” he said slyly. 

Just then, someone barged into our room. His eyes were a piercing green, his muscles protruding out of his solid black shirt, he wore navy green cargo pants and boots. His skin was a deep color of brown. “Ladies!” he yelled at us. He was definitely our detailer, the man in charge of training us for the summer.

“That would be us!” Emmett responded. Shit!

“Never speak unless spoken to!” The detailer screamed in his face. Emmett immediately went cold. “Now drop down and give me 20”. Before I could blink, Emmett was on the ground, doing pushups. “YOUR NOSE TOUCHES THE GROUND!” He screamed. Emmett went down further, until the tip of his nose grazed the tiled floor.

“And you!” He yelled to me, in less of an angry tone since I didn’t do anything wrong, “15”!

I got down quickly and did my push ups in perfect posture. The tips of my toes were on the ground and I went low until my nose was touching the floor. I couldn’t see him, but I saw an adjustment in his shadow, telling me that he was impressed with my performance. 

We both finished at the same time, standing up and looking at him. “You always stand at attention when being spoken to!” Both of us stood up, sticking our chests out, making sure to mirror each other so that if we messed up, at least we went down together. The detailer sighed and let out a “Jesus” before walking over to us and adjusting our postures to what it should be.

“My name is Denzel Housemen. You will call me sir until I tell you to stop”. He finished adjusting me and I made sure to memorize the position my body was in, holding my stance until I was told to stand down. “When I am not near you, assume that I’m close. I can approach you at any time of any day. So be ready”. He said as he adjusted Emmett.

He took a step back and examined both of us, “At ease gentlemen.” He said smoothly.

Both Emmett and I dropped our stance and looked at him, ready to go down whenever we should. We heard yelling coming from other quarters and assumed that everyone else was becoming acquainted with their trainers.

Denzel looked me up and down. “You must be the Bradshaw boy.” He stated, confident in his answer.

My face pulled down, knowing that he knew about me and the story of my family. “Yes, sir.” I said quietly.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” He started to scream at me.

“Yes, sir!” I yelled back, audible with clear diction.

“We expect great things from you”. He said calmly, before acknowledging Emmett. “Oh yeah, the kiss ass ‘found my calling at church’ admissions essay. Mom bust you for drugs or something?” He asked.

Emmett was about to answer and then froze, opting not to answer. “I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!” Denzel yelled at him.

“No, sir!” Emmett yelled back. 

I had to bite my tongue hard, fighting back with everything I had not to laugh.

“Well, you both seem very intelligent. We’ll see if you last the night. Follow me gentlemen- and in proper posture! Pivot on your feet when you make a turn and never look down. I promise I will let you know if the ground erodes from the Earth”.

Emmett and I followed him as he made his way to the commons area. Men and women were lining up in their white works, standing at attention and facing forward. Most parents had stayed for this portion, the most important portion. The oath of office.

Right at 18:00, a Commandment of Midshipmen began the ceremony. They first informed us about our statement of intent and then ordered us to raise our right hand and repeat after him.

I looked over my left shoulder and saw Natasha, she raised her right eyebrow quickly, moving it up and down while she raised her right hand. I smirked at her and then looked over my right shoulder, he was standing right at the end of the row I was in, which only had 3 of my classmates separating us. Although he wasn’t beaming with happiness, he didn’t look upset or angry either. One could say he looked proud. 

I shot him a disapproving look before raising my right hand, keeping a sharp glare on him as I repeated after the commanding officer;

“HAVING BEEN APPOINTED A MIDSHIPMAN IN THE UNITED STATES 

NAVY,

 I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I WILL SUPPORT AND DEFEND THE 

CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES 

AGAINST ALL ENEMIES, FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC; 

THAT I WILL BEAR TRUE FAITH AND ALLEGIANCE TO THE SAME; 

THAT I TAKE THIS OBLIGATION FREELY, 

WITHOUT ANY MENTAL RESERVATION OR PURPOSE OF EVASION; 

AND THAT I WILL WELL AND FAITHFULLY DISCHARGE THE DUTIES OF THE OFFICE 

ON WHICH I AM ABOUT TO ENTER, 

SO HELP ME GOD.

I closed my mouth and continued to stare at him, keeping my right hand raised as people cheered around me. I was now in the Navy. He lost. I won.

He didn’t cheer. He didn’t even smile. Instead, he looked at the ground before shifting his weight and walking away. Having no intention of staying any longer.

Yeah, that’s right. YOU lost. I won!

[stinkyhyena9000]

Screw it, I'm forcing you all to listen to my video ideas. And by forcing you to listen, I mean allowing you to read at your own leisure. Please note that everything audio-wise and more will be spoiled.

So, the Mike music video was actually an idea from a very long time back, and only just thought of again due to a friend of mine *ahemhem* and yeah. Mike is a super funny guy, and I got the idea from this one edit for a game I can't seem to remember. It looks Sega-y idk. Anyways, the song used will be this the B52's cover of Bad Guy - Billie Eilish [ x ]. A silly song for a silly man.

So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy, duh -------------------------------

The Ash music video is based around my transfem headcanon of her, which is based off this one scene in Sing 1, where after auditions, Buster asks "which one is the girl" when trying to recruit Ash. I interpreted it as her struggling to pass. Yes, Lance does know shes trans and supports her. He's just a total douchebag. He's a dickbag, not a transphobe asdusahdsau. Anyways, the song being used will be Transgender Dysphoria Blues - Against Me! [ x ]. A song whose still I think fits her very finely.

Your tells are so obvious Shoulders too broad for a girl Keeps you reminded Helps you to remember where you come from

You want them to notice The ragged ends of your summer dress You want them to see you Like they see every other girl They just see a faggot They hold their breath not to catch the sick

Rough surf on the coast, I wish I could have spent the whole day alone -------------------------------

The Marcus music video was an idea I got indirectly from a friend of mine, and will focus on the troubled relationship between Johnny and Marcus in Sing 1. The song would be Little Soldiers - The Crane Wives [ x ] In this context, the song details how he has always loved his son, even if there is a lot of trouble between the two of them.

On the broken backs of all the words we spared Like little soldiers in the trenches It was a march we made towards ruin and despair But we held hands all the while

I swear that I loved you I swear that I loved you I swear that I loved you I swear, I swear

Personally I think the next following set of lyrics fit more closely to the story here, but I wouldn't be able to make it outside of an AMV in my head.

(Btw the AMV in my head is Marcus returning to jail, and getting letters from Johnny while in prison)

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Buster dance comp is kinda self explanatory. Someone did request me to do it alongside the hop comp, but I opted not too due to the large ratio between dances and hops

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Okay so like, the Noodlemoon meme vid is basically me trying to take a crack at this one TikTok animation meme but without animating? I don't know how well it would go, but it's too cute not to give it a try! Here's an example of one of the meme! [ x ]. In here, Knuckles would be Buster, and Sonic would be Eddie.

Buster: I'm going to confess to you at the reopening! Eddie: Eh?! Buster: Will you be free after lunch? Eddie: Hm! (Yes) Buster: So be prepared! Eddie: Okay Buster: Why is your face all red? Eddie: Because you basically confessed Buster: Forget what I said

[halfblood-princes-crown]

Hello again! It's "Severitus with alive jilly, death edition" back at it again.

When I said this is my goodbye letter I didn't mean I ended it there, I want to cover the 7 years maybe add a few ideas about how I think the rest will go forward from there at the last ask I send and that's it; I will vanish from the face of the earth.

I will add a little bit of background to this au because I don't think that the intent behind it will be understood without it. Sooooo, this au started with a feel-good Snetunia with severitus found family where Harry is still a trouble magnet and worries the shit out of everyone who cares about him and defeats Voldemort, overthrow the government and some other feel good stuff but before ending the first ask I send I came up with the horcrux thing and I thought that would be hilarious and add drama so I added it. After second year a second au hit me so I decided to combine it but in the process I would have to break up Snetunia because while it is still sort of severitus it doesn't involve another Snape-ship. But I will give him a fulfilling carrier that I'm pretty sure will shock you... and him... and the whole wizarding world... It's gonna be so fun.

Oh, btw, this is getting kinda dark because while this is forth year, there is no actual education happining here, just intense toture and because of that I will not be talking in first pov anymore, because I genuinely don't know how to portray that.

Forth Year

Harry lays there almost lifelessly on the cell floor as he listened to Bella scolds her husband for making to much damage to her beautiful little porcelain doll. She had been making so much progress with it him, after all. He's so young... and yet... she can practically see the magic oozing in tiny waves for him it's too bad nobody listened too her, but who listened to the crazy lady about anything other than torture? His magic is so strong even if he is so weak, it's so beautiful... and so deadly... but most beautiful things usually are in her eyes.

It's been about 2 months since Harry went silent, he didn't mean to, his throat has been hurting so much recently... so he stopped using it... he wishes he could talk... he wishes he could feel something... he wishes he could have his body back... he wishes Tom would still be around... (where is he? you can't ask question, don't you know he will come to you if you do? My thighs hurt). Bella moves him to her room the second time her husband comes into the dead of night. He doesn't see Rodolphus Lestrange ever again not in this life. Bella lets him sleep at the bottom of the bed like some dog. He's almost glad, even as he is locked in his own head, he doesn't have to worry about seeming particularly human he's not sure what he is anymore when the only person you see doesn't see you as such.

Sometimes Bella wants to talk, she'll bring Harry some disgusting paste and some salt and make him eat the paste, even as tears roll down his eyes, and then brush his teeth with a finger and some salt, sometimes it's not even his finger, and if he pukes he brings upon him her wrath. She will scream and yell and cry and even hit him and crucio him and... and... and... there is always a and with her. But if he doesn't, if he is a good boy and eats whatever is in front of him despite the pain and his whole body seeming to want to stop, if he defiance his whole nature to please her she will be happy. Like a pleased god praising her worshippers for some good deed. Once he has that revelation he stops being mad when Bella comes home covered in guts, you can't control nature after, no man can, and he is weaker than a man. He even prepares a bath for her every time he senses that she killed someone. She once asked him how he know and he had to think about it real hard and for the first time in a long time he didn't know, he thought "well I'm the one to put them in your path, you always are more agreeable after you kill or torture someone." but that was just plain silly, a crzy ittty bitty thought as Bella called them. He didn't know so he smiled at Bella, teeth and all and for the first time his goddess, his lovely mistress looked... scared. No god should be scared, Harry didn't want her as a god if she was scared

He regrets that when in the middle of the night a someone breaks into her room and before she even reaches for her wand, her throat has been cut open, red blood spilling out of her. Harry looks at her with a strange, concept-like guilt and grief, it's the most emotion he has felt in months so he mutters the first word in even more "no..."

The murderer looks at him and fiery red curls adoring her face and beautiful green eyes matching his own and he wished Bella cut her throat instead. Even as his mother hugs him and makes a fool out of herself in front of him he still wishes that his lovely, not-so divine goddess was still alive instead of this bitch.

But he smiles because Bella taught him manners and in an unused voice said the most cruel, unforgiveable if found out words he could think of: "Hi, my name is Harry. What's yours?"

Lilly Potter looks at her son in horror and feels anger surge through her like lightning. A feeling prophesying doom but ignored it in favor of looking at her most prized possession, now memoryless for no one could forget her willingly.

I will be back for part five hoped you enjoyed this part, even if it is super dark and boring

OMG YOU’RE STILL HERE!!!!

Yaaayyy!!!

Now I have time to prepare for your departure 🥲

Ok so

This is sad😭 poor Harry. The interactions between him and Bella are very interesting to me. Harry isn’t even fully Harry anymore

And Lily… “for no one could forget her willingly” 💀 I’m sorry but I cackled at that

Yea, I can’t wait for the next part. I need to see how she reacts to this and if Harry is gonna get his revenge for her killing his ✨goddess✨

[ajoytobeheld]

Top Thirteen Films of 2011 (in no particular order)

January 7th, 2012

BRIDESMAIDS

Oh Kristen Wiig where have you been all my cinematic life?  Your representation of female friendships was bitterweet and your impersonation of a penis was accurate.

DRIVE

Any other director then Nicolas Winding Refn and any other actor then Ryan Gosling and this film could have been directed by Tony Scott and staring Nicholas Cage or Liam Neeson. What a hideous thought. That lift/elevator scene is one of the best things I have seen all year, and I saw a man fit through a tennis racquet.

If this list was in any notable order this would definetely be top.

MIDNIGHT IN PARIS

My first of two Tom Hiddleston films. Pure coincidence. I swear. I really enjoyed the sentiment of this Woody Allen film. A love letter to the literary and cultural greats he admires so feverishly and (you suspect) continually tries to emulate. And Adrian Brody makes a great Dali. It is a nice little dedication to his inspirations and I loved loved watching his interpretations of the personal lives of the great writers from the days of yore. Like Grazia for the readers digest crowd.

THE TREE OF LIFE

Terence Malick can be called many things (mostly by Sean Penn) but unambitious is certainly not one of them. This beautifully flawed film (perfection is sooo overated) manages to cover some pretty big themes (God, morality, the loss of innocence and creation of the universal to name but a few) in a relatively normal running time and introduces us to the talent and luminance that is Jessica Chastain. (Look at her being all the embodiment of Grace and that)

I thought it was at its best when the camera quietly and beautifully observed the relationship between the brothers and parents, like a wonderful hazy memory played in the minds eye of Sean Penn’s troubled architect, and at its worst when the overly earnest voiceovers kicked in. I could have done without those dinosaurs too…. Ultimately it is a far more interesting film thematically and visually then many others that came out last year, even if Sean Penn had no idea what as going on.

THE ADJUSTMENT BUREAU

Not the best plot, nor the best film but the best chemistry I have seen between too actors (Emily Blunt and Matt Damon) all year. Genuinely elevated the film for me to something particularly special.

Watch it and have fun with it you. Have most fun with the bit where they can travel through magical doors that don’t bend to the laws of physics, but only if they are wearing Trilby’s.

ANIMAL KINGDOM

An Australian film about a dysfunctional crime family that both terrifies and disturbs with acting and camera work that is never hysterical or overplayed, just considered and very well done. Jacki Weaver gives a masterclass in acting as a truly terrifying matriarch who makes Joe Pesci look like a de clawed puppy dog with no testicles. Her Oscar nom was very well deserved.

A LIFE IN THE DAY

80,0000 people submitted videos to youtube showing the mundane and interesting events that occurred to them on July 24 2010 and Ridley Scott, Kevin Macdonald and Joe Walker edited it together into a documentary. It produces a smorgasboard of emotions and you can watch it here FOR FREE (what else are you going to be doing? Making some kind of sandwich?)

WORLD’S GREATEST DAD

Weird and dark and mental and made by the guy with the squeaky voice in Police Academy. Robin Williams stars as the father of a throughly unpleasant boy who makes his sons terminal asphyxia wank look like a suicide making him an unlikely poster boy for a mis understood generation.

THE DEEP BLUE SEA

A very British affair with Rachel Weiz as a post war lady who surrenders herself to the tragedy of romantic love but with a steely determination and a stiff upper lip. It felt like a play, but a really good one.

MELANCHOLIA

The first time I saw this film I got motion sickness and had to leave the cinema, the second time I sat further back and closed my eyes for the first ten minutes. Its ending left me in a state of complete and utter despair, confusion and flux. I thank Lars Von Tier for this reaction. The opposite of apathy. The opposite of comfort. The opposite of “meh.”

KILL LIST

This British film about two hit mens “last job” made me feel sick and unnerved for a good long while. Part Coronation Street and Part Wicker man, it’s a very hard piece not to wake up sweating about in the middle of the night.

ANOTHER EARTH

A low budget sci fi film that isn’t really about sci fi but the chance we all have at redemption. Or something like that. Written by and starring Brit Marling, it uses some fairly dodgy science to explore the idea of parallel universes but in a very personal way. The last two minutes are totally killer too.

SENNA

Senna is composed solely from archive footage thus The Academy have ruled it out as a best documentary contender. FOOLS. It is a excellent film about brazilian Formula 1 racing car driver Ayrton Senna, and his triple world championship winning ways and hopefully the much more sensible BAFTA team will give it the recognition it deserves.

Other Notable Contenders

Thor (This film was a monkey barral load of fun, thanks Kenneth and thanks Tom Hiddlestone and OMG AVENGERS! AM I RIGHT?) We Need to Talk about Kevin The Skin I Live In Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy Hugo Super 8 Beginners Rise of the Planet of the Apes

and the less said about X Men the better.

Ellen x

[dollycas]

#FlashbackFriday - Alice's Tulips by Sandra Dallas #Review / #Giveaway

On Flashback Fridays I will share with you the books I was not able to review when they were first released that have been screaming at me from my To-Be-Read bookshelf. This book has been on my shelf for a long time. I picked it up at a used bookstore several years ago. When I was looking for a book set in Iowa for my Literary Escape Challenge this one popped up and I knew I had a copy of it somewhere around here. It was just a little buried on my TBR shelf. 

Alice's Tulips Historical Fiction/Mystery Setting - Iowa St. Martin's Press (October 16, 2000) Hardcover ‏ : ‎ 240 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 0312203594 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-0312203597 St. Martin's Griffin (September 18, 2001) Paperback ‏ : ‎ 256 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 0312283784 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-0312283780 St. Martin's Press; 1st edition (April 1, 2007) Kindle Print length ‏ : ‎ 295 pages ASIN ‏ : ‎ B001QS9TP2

Alice Bullock is a young newlywed whose husband, Charlie, has just joined the Union Army, leaving her on his Iowa farm with only his formidable mother for company. Equally talented at sewing and gossip, and not overly fond of hard work, Alice writes lively letters to her sister filled with accounts of local quilting bees, the rigors of farm life, and the customs of small-town America. But no town is too small for intrigue and treachery, and when Alice finds herself accused of murder, she must rely on support from unlikely sources. Dollycas's Thoughts Eighteen-year-old Alice Bullock had been married just 6 months when her husband Charlie left her and his mother on the Iowa family farm to join the Union Army. It is not the life Alice expected at all but she had no choice but to pitch in and do the hard work alongside her mother-in-law. She does enjoy quilting and she and the local ladies start to make quilts using her design for the troops. Sadly, she has drawn the attention of a local man and he doesn't appreciate her rebuffing his advances. When the man is found dead everyone knows he was pursuing young Alice so they believe she killed him. Will she be cleared of the crime? Will Charlie come home? The original interest I had in this book was the quilting theme and the cover grabbed my attention. Before each chapter, there is a description and history of a block pattern. The entire story is told in letters that Alice writes to her sister Lizzie in Illinois and to her husband Charlie. At first, I wasn't sure if I could read a whole book set up that way but soon I was hooked by Alice's reports and replies to her sister who was also facing turmoil in her own marriage. Alice was basically written off by her parents so her sister was the only one of her family members she was communicating with and that added a little twist. Her letters to Charlie were more to support him and let him know how much she missed him. Any problems on the homefront were not reported to him. He could do nothing about them and she and her mother-in-law knew he needed to concentrate on staying alive. Alice and for that matter all the characters change a lot over the course of the book by the things they must endure and just daily life in the 1860s with a country at war. The relationships evolve in interesting ways. Sandra Dallas is known for creating and writing about strong women. This book is full of them. The murder mystery happens later in the story but it is a very important part of the story. Alice really had to grow a tough skin and depend on people she could trust to get passed the gossip, dirty looks, snide comments, and back-turning. There are some great twists that turn the mystery on its head, not once but twice. I ended up really enjoying the unique way the author told the history of the time in the small Iowa town. Alice's Tulips was such an interesting story. The letters very filled with depth and surprising topics. Things you would only share with your sister or with a husband you love and miss so much.

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About the Author (from Amazon) Dubbed "a quintessential American voice" by Jane Smiley, in Vogue Magazine, Sandra Dallas is a New York Times bestselling author of more than a dozen adult novels, several children's novels, and numerous works of non-fiction about Western subjects. Her adult novels, which include Prayers for Sale, Tallgrass, and The Persian Pickle Club, all share themes of loyalty, friendship, and human dignity and have been translated into a dozen foreign languages and have been optioned for films. Her work has won or been nominated for numerous awards and prizes and in 2021, she was inducted into the Colorado Authors' Hall of Fame. A former bureau chief for BusinessWeek magazine, Sandra lives in Denver and Georgetown, Colorado with her husband and with her two grown daughters nearby. Author Links Website - Facebook 

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[castle-dominion]

castle 5x18 the wild rover

plot heavy episode, at least backstory heavy for ryan. I was SO excited during my family watch when I realized this was the episode. I'd seen gifs & read fics & I was stoked. I'll only be able to watch part of it today since I need to leave for work.

Me, a baker: Nice! The crime scene: Me: Not nice!

HOW did he say the name? Jordan can be a man... KB: Castle, I know nothing. Nothing is a dear friend of mine and this is not nothing.

He is SO defensive lol sleep interrogations XD KB: Who says I haven’t already?

Lots & lots of fabric EW CASTLE CRIME SCENE NOT EVEN DEAD MAN'S CUPCAKE BUT BLOOD SPATTER even tho there was likely none there

11.30 or 23.30? Good for him knowing his cars Haha dough. I thought esposito made that pun intentionally Quick maths? (why did I pluralize it?)

Only twice a week? Oh yeah lol this guy has access to all sorts of products & chemicals & machines as a baker.

Hey we get to see ryan's apartment! Jenny (O'Malley) Ryan: Which means you should probably … Me: *confused* Me: *FIGURES IT OUT AFTER I REMEMBER WHAT SORT OF DOCTOR THEY ARE GOING TO* It wouldn't be your fault hun, even if it is your problem. These two are so so cute. Ok I'm clipping that.

RC: I'm going to ignore that Maybe he was planning a new location

Ooh irish mob, remember finn rourke & detective slaughter & the previous episodes where anything was mentioned Ok so the way we count syllables is weird. Irish gaelic (gaelge) has two letters because it gives buffer room between consonants. S is often sh usually when followed by an e or an i or smth, & mh or bh are just like th or ch, it changes the way it is pronounced, usually to a v, sometimes to a w depending on where u are. It is pheonetic! Just a different language! This is the part of the episode I realized what we were watching!

She only knows his as jimmy the baker. She looks so anxious here.

Ryan is back good for him. RC: How did the thing go … with the uh, you know. Do the thing with the thing and give the thing to the doctor. I could clip that lmao ESPOSITO SHUT UP Clip this now His eyes He is not even really kissing her *slaps him twice* THIS WAS .. FUN Edit: someone has it already

lots of clips now heheheh

*asks esposito bc obv he would know*

Love the b plot "this is normal" Man looks mad Only sees bobby s now instead of earlier when he looked at the murder board FRIENDS BACK IN THE DAY? WHAT KIND OF CREW?

UNDERCOVER!?!?!?!?!?!?!? RC: I love complicated!

Why wouldn't you want to leave tho? for her? or for more? Clipping that too "cop"

"just the wife" bro? gay.

Of course he's heard of kevin ryan, even tho it has been 7 years, this is his case! They're impressed & esposito is mad that he didn't tell him

Why would you write down all your illegal stuff like that? I've met ppl who /want/ to make spreadsheets but don't, & ppl who write their stuff but in code Ryan acting like he still knows her, acting like he's still in the mob like "she wouldn't snitch"-- in fact it was weird how she kissed him like girl it has been seven years of COURSE he has moved on You left & she fell on hard times!? Oh no now he feels guilty/ Another jimmy who is a rat? She can... You only found her bc of phone records YOU walked away ryan He is protecting her Wow that's messed up a bit Like with the Ben kid, doesn't want to send someone in unprotected

SOD: Look at you, telling the truth. >:(

You? You are not on the crew bro Yeah BACK THEN not NOW Ryan ryan my dude careful, you don't know if your oconnell cover is still good

Clipping this quote: How long has law enforcement been after that bible? Fifteen? Twenty years? Huh? These guys are drug dealing parasites. When are you going to get another shot to wipe them all out? Look, you want the bible. We want Bobby S for murder. Siobhan wants to keep breathing. Everybody wins. I can do this.

not this one tho SOD: What are you doing? Are you out of your mind? KR: I was Fenton. I can be him again. SOD: Don’t get yourself killed on my account. KR: All right, yeah, you hate me. I get that and I deserve it. But do you want to be put in Witness Relocation or not? Yes or no? SOD: nods. Agent Walker: Detective? Were you serious about that offer? KR turns to him. He thinks for a second & then nods.

Yeah 7 years is a long time bro, he's right course there's a new heirarchy thats how things work they change over time like seven years Martha acting lessons Sad, his wife won't kiss him goodbye Castle & esposito & beckett too watching him in there getting an ID card Nooo they are cutting his hair Wow ugly hair but hey nice outfit, even if it doesn't look like smth he usually wears But I legit cut my own hair a few days after this episode & we actually have similar hair again XD The "I am fenton o'connell" lines throughout that was hhhh I am clipping this right now right now lsdjfskdfj but I have to get ready for work in 15 minutes edit:

I clipped it but I didn't have to

Love how esposito is the taxi driver lol also question: what if he was walking down the street one day & saw someone from the old crew? What then? I mean it's new york nobody looks at anybody but still Of COURSE you don't like it

JE: (sighs) I don’t like this, bro. You don’t have a wire. No locator. ((but u have a cell phone that they can track right?)) KR: If I did, Bobby S would find it. This is the way it’s gotta be, man. ((I haven’t mentioned yet but I like how they call him bobby s, maybe there is a bobby r or a bobby m somewhere)) JE: What’s the name of Agent Walker’s informants who’ll vouch for you? KR: The Mason brothers. Matt and Tony. JE: Where did you do your last stretch? ((interrogating him lol, but r u allowed to know this?)) KR: Elmira, for man 1. Can even tell you my cell number. I know what I’m doing, okay? JE: isn’t convinced. JE: What about Siobhan? KR: Our plan is solid. (he nods like he’s convincing himself, too) I got this. KR: hands him so cash to keep his cover. KR: See you on the other side, partner. JE: Mm-hmm.

Called Kelly's but Siobhan owns it lol also, nice place, must actually run nicely, owning a bar or restaurant takes a lot of work

Tbh it looks like nobody recognizes him. Like he expects to be recognized (after seven years) & ppl are like "what are you standing there for?" not "do I know you?" Oh & NOW people are recognizing him

Siobhan meeting again but pretending it is the first time in years lol. Clipping the punch As long as she keeps her hands off of me

Pushes him back a bit & trying to touch her Maggie got married since u knew her (so siobhan maybe "fenton" got married since you knew him, why would you assume that you can still kiss him after all this time?) How much of that was acting? bc they've already met each other again so they can't just "be" themselves they need to meet each other & then they can be who they are. also funny how she is literally an fbi informant & she was mad that he was a cop

Finally back & able to finish this after like a week ugh & it's already 11.30 bc I couldn't wake up

JE: I’m telling you, man. He’s not the Ryan I know. And I’m not just talking about the haircut and the clothes. It’s like he’s a different dude. ((That's the point)) RC: That’s what he’s supposed to be. He’s in character. He’s Fenton. That’s good. JE: Yeah, but what if he’s not good enough? After seven years he’s gotta be rusty. And these Staten Island boys are no joke. ((That is a good argument...)) Don't want to clip this, but I COULD

Define Yonkers what if it was NOT bobby s tho?

So valid bestie (not clipping it but yeah I NEVER take my phone in when I go to confession. But why was it on when he handed it to liam?) "What'll the missus think?" you know what? I WILL clip this. he's such a Different Person

Bobby is SO pissed at fenton He knows... btw what is up with the accent? I can't tell but it's def there Who's Ben Gideon? Ah & there is where the mason brothers come into play

Wild Rover from the song he was always a rat lmao btw my man has some weird glass sculptures that are shaped like guns & it is,,, something alright Prodigal son? Irish catholics my beloved this is going to be clipped right here Liam SO wants to lol HOLY CRAP trust, brotherhood, fuck-ed-up-ed-ness, this is great. He looks so "hhhh" once he hugs him & liam is just there & omg sdjfah

That wink he gives to siobhan, I could clip that if I wasn't low on time

Clippin this tho If I wasn't watching this with my family I would have literally pulled out my bible from my jeanjacket pocket to find this verse but I knew what it was going to be. But seriously who has them memorized? I only have, like, three verses memorized IF that. this is the day that the lord has made let us rejoice and be glad in it psalm 118:4 & the lord said "let there be light" & light was made genesis 1:3 Only the wicked run when there is no-one chasing them; the righteous are as bold as a lion proverbs 28:1 except I didn't know the corresponding verse for that last one. & ofc everyone knows the corinthians one about love, 1:13, & that one from John (I had to look it up bc I didn;t know the quote nor the verse but thankfully it is famous enough that I got it) 3:16

Check it out, as you should.

What's between these two? Oh wait yeah it is the problem with Jordan. RC:Ah. Perhaps Bobby S had an accomplice. A cold-blooded, murderous sheep. 14 grand? wowie. Yeah THAT was too much fiber, it was DEF planted.

How do you communicate?

Also it has been a night already at least, where is fenton staying? where was he staying before he waltzed into the bar? transcript is incorrect, it is "you know" not "yo" but w/e. Also ryan my man why take off your hood now? Man could use a hat, probs one of those hats that all my irish canadian shetland canadian french canadian ukranian canadian metis fiddle friends wear, it would fit in fine

Esposito hkhjdfkghfjh reminder to myself: talk about the clip when u post it bc there is too much to talk about jshskdjfhskjdhfsjkfhs

He loves her, honestly. But don't kiss her He got her a toy at a ring toss uwu "unlike you" but don't kiss her oh thank goodness

lmao he says waceway not raceway ALL OF THE METRO CARDS!?

I like how they are all old-style phones EXCEPT for his who's fast eddie? Also Liam just standing there (man looks good tho, I like his shirt) & btw when DID ryan learn to play such good pool? (I feel bad for the audio director battling with the visual director over the pool balls) These two REALLY ARE friends who's keane? Also why is liam allowed his phone? & keane just said there WAS a rat, he might have said "u got a rat but you were wrong abt who it was" bobby's eyes what went ALL the way around, was that on purpose? bc that's heck of math there hit the head? Is that another version of hit the hay?

walking right in, I thought For Sure someone would be there NO WHAT IF IT IS THE WRONG SAFE OH NO THE MONEY IS WRONG HE'S GOING TO NOTICE oh thank goodness he didn't look over to see if the bible was there, but he KNOWS smth is up

*o'connell leaves from that same room* who calls someone sport except for dads? Take a ride? Jesus carrying his own cross Ok THAT was sus af, but I mean, if I was a drug supplier then I would also be scared, even if I was not an undercover pig.

(I thought that was the time he did the thing, you know, got the thing off of liam & made the connection, but in the next scene esposito is calling him, calling ryan's phone ofc but still)

Why did Jenny come here? Did they call her here? Love, my dude. Ah yes, not one single reason, many of them Ah HERE is esposito on the phone

I realized this the other day & didn't have access to tumblr & I wasn't even watching but Ryan/fenton Asks Liam Out Loud

fenton/ryan is so short compared to liam also I was SO excited seeing this scene bc I had seen it before in gifs & stuff

Ok so she got nabbed by the cops two days ago so fenton has only been back for two days? they totally could have made this a two part episode. Anyway my point was two days ago & suddenly fenton oconnell shows up mysteriously again & is talking with siobhan, of COURSE they know he's in on it

Oh to PROVE he knew nothing heck man this is a heck of a story (also if he pulled it out of his waistband u know he had no bullet in the chamber & safety on, so you SHOULD check the gun.)

My man would shoot bobby s? a man fenton considered to be a friend even if ryan was trying to take him down? Is that... legal?

Siobhan saying that is not helping his case (& he cocks the gun but he really should not, JUST IN CASE it was already cocked & had a bullet in the chamber, you could have just clogged the gun.) & the music is so good

So... so shoot him yeah lol ofc it was empty

Why r u just giving away your full name lol b'y idk if u can place em under arrest when it is liam, keane, bobby s, & some other ppl too & then also reverse pick pockets? voice so deep when he yells, love it, & calls him javi, I've seen a clip of this so I know it exists & I don't need to clip it myself but I'm tempted to. Maybe later if I don't have to give back these CDs as soon as I thought. Edit: found a clip

that moment of fear,,,, hoo

esposito's gun lol He just knows she's on the other side? Castle just there lmao

ngl I half expected ryan to kiss bobby s. Judas betrayed jesus with a kiss. (& for the last time, judas did not want jesus to die, he just wanted to get jesus away from this town bc there were problems brewing, judas was the finance guy of the disciples, he got mad about mary maggie using perfume on jesus's feet instead of selling it & giving the money to the poor, judas was not the evil double crosser ppl make him out to be) ryan looks almost sad sending bobby away & seeing siobhan. edit:

Also is it freaking dawn? Lucky ryan, changing back into a suit, not only that but a matching three piece suit. He is going overboard in that direction to feel more like himself instead of going no vest just tie or no tie just vest, or jeans no dress pants, or dress pants with a random jacket, this man wanted it to be on the far end of his style spectrum.

Castle & the football reminds me of that time castle Did Not catch the baseball & it crashed into smth & nobody acknowledged it

No like it-- what was it? What (from the diner) are you specifically apologizing for? The tone? not listening? What specifically was the apology in reference to?

Lady macbeth lol & that's why liam was so loyal even after this

No what is jordan ABOUT? Bro I thought james bonde & your dad's book inspired you to be a writer. Markiplier moments. Holding her <3 He remembers his name bc you told him bro

SOD: I was hoping you’d come. KR: I wanted to say goodbye this time. SOD: Goodbye makes me feel like I’ll never see you again. KR: You won’t. ((OOF)) *her face falls, but she knows it has to happen* KR: Tomorrow you’ll be in a new city. Have a new name. You’ll get to start over again. SOD: Why did you do this? Risk your life for me? KR: You know why. SOD, nodding sadly: This Kevin Ryan guy? I wish I would have met him sooner. KR: laughs She leans in to kiss his cheek. He knows he has to leave, and he doesn’t look back when he does. She sighs heavily before she gets back to packing

Also his coat with the collar like that? nice

Finally back home! lmao the music sdjfhsjdfskldfklsdjf clipping this now this is great & fun She's pregnant I'm so happy for them! I am afraid of the passage of time but I am so happy for them! hsdjakhsdkjhfjdh & they are so adorable

What a great great episode! It totally could have been a two-part-er imo, but the alexis kidnapping one took precedent & tbh that's valid. I just really enjoyed this one. As did most of the fandom.

[astoldbyjo]

Day Whatever

06/25/2023

I never should have wrote "Day 1" as the title of my first entry when I knew this was not going to be an everyday thing for me, even though I wanted it to be. I've decided to name this entry as "Day Whatever" while I try to come up with something more clever.

It has been 5 months since the last time I wrote down my thoughts. A lot has happened since then but nothing of great significance that would warrant me to write something about how I finally have it all figured out.

Because I haven't.

But that isn't what this is going to be about.

Last Friday, I was having a conversation with my colleague about a guy I am currently talking to after seeing him post that he was assigned to cover an event which I wanted to go to. For purposes of maintaining anonymity, I'm going to be calling this guy, "The Writer" and my colleague, "The Frustrated Psychiatrist".

The Writer works for an established publishing company in the country. It says on his author profile that he mainly writes about lifestyle and entertainment and does movie reviews too. He seems to get invited to a lot of events, including movie premieres, and travels a lot because of his job. But everything I know about his job is only a result of extensive research (finding him on his company's website) and background check (stalking his Instagram profile). Other than telling me how busy he is with work or showing me the view from his office, he doesn't really talk about it.

Neither do I though. I'm not even sure he knows what I do. (As I write this, I'm starting to think he may not be that into me considering that he has not shown any interest in finding out about what I did for a living haha. Oh well.)

But this entry is not about The Writer. It's about the conversation I had with The Frustrated Psychiatrist and what I realized from it.

I was talking to The Frustrated Psychiatrist about The Writer, more particularly, his job. I was telling him how I would kill to have a job like that if I had enough talent and connections. This is not to say that The Writer probably landed that job due to connections. I've read some of his work and the man does have skills. I'm coming from the perspective of someone who graduated with a degree outside of Journalism or Communication and is currently working in a different field of work far from professional writing. If I wanted to pursue a career in writing at this point of my life, it would take a lot. And I believe connections could help. They always do. But how should I know? I don't have any.

I don't know if writing is something I could pursue as a career or if it's something I'm actually good at. But I do know that I've always been fond of it. I know being fond of something does not necessarily mean that it's something you should pursue as a career. But it's something I'm fond of - and that's a start.

I've always lied about my passions in life, to myself and anyone who ever asks me. I've always said that I was very passionate about studying law only to realize that I've only been saying that to convince myself into thinking that I liked the career I was pursuing.

I was hanging out with two of my friends at my place when we started talking about how impossible it is to make money off of your passions. While I agree with that, I also recognize that there are a few people in the world who have such privilege. Then the question came up, "What is your passion?"

Friend 1: Drawing Friend 2: Video editing Me: ... Writing

I immediately realized that I lied. But why was it the first thing that came to mind? It's not like I've written anything other than essays, speeches, and tear-jerking birthday greetings for my loved ones. But I'd be lying again if I said that I didn't enjoy writing any of them. (I’m having a great time writing this entry right now too.)

I remember writing a letter for my Dad which I shared on Facebook. He had just died and as a coping mechanism, I resorted to writing everything I wasn't able to tell him. The comment section was filled with our relatives telling me about how much the letter made them cry. One of my aunts even shared the post with the caption saying, "The beautiful last words of a daughter to her father".

We went to dinner with one of my Dad's cousins a few days after my father's cremation. I don't remember him asking if I was a reader but I do remember him asking about what kind of books I read. He said he could tell that I liked to read based on the construction of the letter that I wrote for Dad. And I did. I loved reading. I still do but not as much as when I was a kid. But I think that's only because I don't have the luxury of time to read any books anymore.

I don't know if I'm any good at writing but it's these tiny indicators such as occasional compliments, making people cry, being asked to do somebody else's essay homework, and being the person entrusted to prepare report narratives at work that make me think that maybe, just maybe, I am sort of good at it.

And maybe, just maybe, I've found my passion.

… So what the fuck do I do now?

The Frustrated Psychiatrist says, “Go for it!”

[thatjubilant-nixie]

Sweet Boy

Pairing(s): Matt Murdock x Male!Reader

Summary: Matt fucking reader from behind. Porn without plot, really.

Word Count: 576

Warning(s): NSFW 18+, anal sex, sub/dom dynamics, dom!matt, choking, collar (but no pet play), pet names, handjob, crying, creampie, cum eating, fingering, pwp, etc.

A/N: This is my first time writing male!reader, I’m sorry if it’s not that good. Fair warning: I didn’t edit.

You laid on the bed with your ass in the air. Your heavy balls collided with Matt’s as he pounded into your little hole. The tip of his cock ramming against your prostate was enough to fill your eyes with tears.

“Oh, sweet boy. Can’t handle my fat cock, can you? All stretched out for me. I can feel you clenching, baby.” The rasp in his voice only shook your core. You didn’t notice the hand on your back had traveled to the velvety collar that was clasped around your neck. With a tug on the maroon material, a choked sound left you.

The jangle of the tag attached to the collar rang through the air, accompanying the sounds of slapping and grunts. Large, bold letters read Property of Matt Murdock on the front and emblemed in Braille on the back. You were his treasure. His sweet fucktoy that he could call on at any time he pleased. His little cum dumpster.

He’s got you where he wants you. Thrusting into your gaping ass, body laced with sweat, heart pounding fast. The feeling of your convulsing hole made his balls tighten. Fuck, he was close. Matt pulled onto the collar even tighter, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. Your tongue lolling slightly out of your mouth. Your face warmed at the circulation and pulled you even deeper into your fogged mindset. Your cock swung with each thrust he delivered.

“S-so good. Fu-uck.” You cut yourself off with a loud cry as Matt grabbed ahold of your dick, jerking you off at a fast rate. Your whole body began to shake uncontrollably as your orgasm was approaching. His calloused hand was covered in the precum that drooled from your head, making it easier to stroke you.

The thick member twitched inside of you. “Come on, baby boy. Cum with me, yeah? Fuuuck. That’s it.” He grunted into your ear. Matt’s stubbled jaw brushed against your neck. His glasses slanted on his nose. With one hard thrust and flick of a wrist, you cried out, spilling all over the sheets. Sparkles filled your vision. Your cock pulsed as your body spasmed. The only thing keeping you grounded was the hand that wrapped itself around your neck and the shaky breaths from the man above you.

Matt emptied his hot load inside of you, painting your pink walls white. His hips kept rutting against yours, dragging out both of your orgasms. His thighs trembled against the back of yours. Matt kept his hold on you after he stopped moving. He licked his lips and pressed a heated kiss to your jaw. You could only lay there dazed. All of your thoughts fucked out of you. As he slowly pulled out, gushes of cum escaped your opening.

Rough fingers scooped up the substance, pushing it back into your sensitive ring of muscle. His fingers pressing right into your prostate. You yelled out as he fingered your love spot. Your dick throbbed. The tears finally fell upon your warm cheeks, streaking them wet. After Matt was satisfied, he pulled out his fingers. Holding his hand up to your lips, he gave a demand. “Suck, sweetheart.”

So you did. Practically deepthroating the large fingers. Sucking off all of his seed he had rewarded you with. Matt quickly replaced his digits with his tongue, sliding and sucking his against yours. He hummed in approval. “Such a sweet boy.”

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[angstama]

god knows you tried | manjiro (mikey) sano

pairing: bonten!mikey x reader 

genre: angst

warnings: heartbreak, attempt suicide(?), original characters/manga plot (pls do not read if you haven’t read the manga D: ), mentions of religion, implied sex (no smut ok!)

summary: god knows you tried your best. if only mikey knew how hard you’re trying too then perhaps this love wouldn’t hurt as much as you thought. 

 words: 1823 words 

 a/n: i think this sucks but... i hope you enjoy it! <3

god knows you tried.

you watched the ex-toman boys eagerly catching up with takemichi quietly, hands resting against your chin as you took in the rare sight in front of you with a sad smile etched on your lips. this was the happy ending that mikey had sacrificed for everyone but himself. 

“a penny for your thoughts?” mitsuya asks, plopping down next you on to the stone steps. that’s right, it’s june 19th 2018, toman’s formation day anniversary and everyone had gathered around to re-open the time capsule from twelve years ago. “hm? nothing much. just missing a particular someone.” you hummed, dragging your fingers across the ground to draw a heart. mitsuya nods understandingly, knowing not to pry any deeper anymore and for that, you’re thankful. 

crouching down, you hesitantly picked up the the blue coloured envelope you left behind twelve years ago. unsure if you’d wanna read the contents of the letter your naive self written back then. with a deep breath, you slipped open the cover. revealing a photo of candid photo of you and mikey leaning on each other asleep with your mouths wide open taken by emma. 

dearest y/n, 

i wonder what you’re doing right now? 

are you perhaps finally studying in film? 

has that idiot manjiro finally proposed to you?

 or are you the one who proposed to him? 

“y/n, you’ll be with me for a long time right?” mikey asked, staring at the very sky that you both loved oh so very much with your hands intertwined. having grown up with each other since young had pretty much given you both the illusion that the two of you will always be a part of each other’s world. and you hoped with every inch of your heart that mikey wants it to be that way forever. “of course. you’re my heaven and home mikey. i wouldn’t go anywhere else without you by my side.” you squeezed his hand in assurance, knowing that at this very moment, mikey was at his most truthful and vulnerable self with you. 

whatever it is, i hope that you’re living the happy life with him that you’ve been dreaming of. 

signing off, 

toman’s honorary member, y/n l/n. 

everyone was silent. even hakkai who had been making fun of everyone’s letter kept quiet. the boys knew how much you loved and you still love mikey. each opting to give you the concerned and sympathetic look. you could feel you heart breaking even more for you knew you weren’t doing anything that you had hoped for back then. 

you felt mitsuya’s comforting hand softly grabbing onto yours. “well that’s depressing,” you chuckled softly, wanting to get rid of the awkward tension in the air as soon as possible. “let’s grab some ramen, i’m starving.” and with that, you let your feet drag you away from the heavy atmosphere with your head hung low. 

perhaps the hurt wouldn't be as painful if you weren’t the only one who knew what kind of path mikey had chosen to go down. you see, when mikey turned his back against all his closest friend, you had the privilege of staying as his only constant thanks to your stubborn nature but even with that, you weren’t enough to keep him away from his dark impulses. mikey chose the path to destruction and the only thing that you could do was watch from the sidelines and be there when he shows up at wee hours of the night to borrow your body. but you didn't mind. it was during these most intimate moments with mikey that you finally get to feel a piece of him again when he spews the words of “i love you” so effortlessly. 

god knows that you tried. 

“mikey those aren’t good for you.” you frowned, snatching the capsule away from his hand seconds before he could flush it down his system. “what the fuck y/n?” the angered male snaps. you felt yourself falling and back colliding against the hard ground. opening your eyes, you see mikey pining you down with nothing but void darkness in his eyes. “i’ll fucking kill you if you do it again.” mikey taunts, he was serious and you know it. 

“then kill me mikey.” the words slipped out of your tongue instantly. you were tired. tired of trying. you don't know what else can you possibly do to help mikey anymore. mikey says nothing but got off you. he dusted himself and without sparing you single glance, he showed you his back again, walking out of the door where sanzu was already holding open for him. “get her home.” you heard him say. 

it’s been a week since you guys opened the time capsule. nothing much had happened since then except you’ve been spending more time with hina considering how she’s often over to mitsuya’s studio for gown fitting. you admired and envy her love story with takemichi. but who were you to complain? you were lucky enough that mikey still wanted you around. so it shouldn’t hurt so much when you sae her adorning the beautiful wedding gown that mitsuya had spent months on tailoring. 

you let out a tired yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you finished touching up the last few bits of editing on your laptop. you looked over at the calendar on your table, a pink heart circled over today’s date and smiled. “mitsuya, i’m gonna knock off first okay?” you announced, tidying up your table and reaching out for the bag of the familiar favourite deserts of a certain male. 

mitsuya nods, “thank you for your hard work y/n”. he flashes you a smile, eye slowly trailing to the white plastic bag dangling from your side as you waved goodbye, back facing him and walking away. “you’re going to see him aren't you?” you stopped in your tracks. “i know he never left you. plus you got a bag filled with dorayakis and taiyakis. that’s pretty obvious.” mitsuya chuckles. you always knew mitsuya to be perceptive but it never once occured to you that your best friend who is also your boss would ever catch on to the secret you’ve been hiding for twelve years. 

“how did yo-” 

“be careful y/n.” mitsuya waves you off, going back to whatever he was doing. a fond smile creeps onto your lips as you watched mitsuya working hard. “thank you mitsuya. for everything. really,” you whispered, but loud enough for the dual dyed coloured hair boy to look up again when you walked away. 

you made your way towards the secluded vip section of the club through swarms of body swaying around you until you saw the familiar tall pink haired male standing outside the golden door. 

“hey sanzu,” you greeted, barely audible over the loud booming music. you were about to push the door open when sanzu towers over you immediately, denying you of your entrance. you looked at sanzu in confusion, “it’s me, y/n. i’m here to see mikey.” you said loudly, voice straining to over power the background noise. “ i know. but mikey will not be seeing anyone right now.” he retorts back. 

surely mikey knew that you were visiting tonight right? after all it’s your anniversary date. you tilted your head at sanzu. not fully understanding what he’s saying. to say that you’re feeling absolutely livid would be an understatement right now. you’re too tired, angry and broken hearted to process anything anymore so you exploded. you only wanted to see your boyfriend. was that a very difficult request? 

“sanzu,” you said lowly, eyes staring blankly into his and as if on cue, you brought your knees to his precious manhood before making another high kick at him, bringing him down. it was a technique that mikey had taught you when you were younger and attending martial arts lesson together with baji. god you missed baji so much. 

“y/n because you’re short, you can do this instead.” mikey suggested smugly, kneeing poor baji’s little friend before swinging his legs much more harder than he intended to at baji’s profile when he bent forward. the main point was to get your opponent to lean forward so that your legs could reach high enough to create an impact on their skull. you eyes lit up in excitement, “wow! that’s so cool! let me try it!” you jumped impatiently. turning towards mikey to execute the exact same move. “wait n-! AHH,” mikey’s eyes widened, and before he knew it, you had completely knocked him over. 

that day, as mikey and baji lied down with pain still intact barely moving an inch, shinchiro only gave you a thumbs up and praised you for taking down the invincible mikey. you were the only one who could do that. 

“sanzu, i’ll see my boyfriend as and when i’d like to.” you said curtly, eyeing sending daggers at him lying on the ground before stepping over him to swing the door open, revealing your petite self to the other bonten’s executives and hostess who were staring at you in surprise. 

you don’t see anyone else but your lover who’s currently sitting in the center with two pretty hostess sitting by his side. you don’t hesitate and begun walking  towards him. “get your hands off my man.” you said calmly. there was tension in the air and from the corner of your eyes, you could see the executives slowly getting up to leave as if on cue. 

“aren’t you as stubborn as always,” he raises a brow as you settled down next to him, pouring the bag of dessert on the glass table in front of you. you smile softly, grabbing a packet of taiyaki and handing it to him before grabbing one for yourself too. “happy 14th anniversary mikey.” you mumbled softly before grabbing a bite.  14 years, that was how long you two had been together for. “mhm. happy 14th anniversary y/n.” mikey hums, allowing you lean in close to him and resting your head on his chest. 

you take in the scent of mikey for you knew that this is going to be the last time you’re going to be able to hold mikey close to you. you didn't want this moment to end but you were too tired to continue on and see what's going to happen the next when you go back to just another normal day. you held tightly to the gun you hid in your bag, shutting your eyes tightly. 

“hey mikey,” you called out. you never thought you’d see it again but you saw a flash of endearment in his eyes when you called him. “i love you so much, promise you’ll take care of yourself alright?” you smiled warmly before pulling the gun out of your bag and putting it against your head. 

god knows you tried. 

god knows you did your best and now you’re going home. 

bang!