#we showed each other some of our replays <3

[antiv3nom]

GOOD NEWS BESTIES MY ESPORTS COACH PLAYS GUILTY GEAR

[clandestineloki]

strawberry bliss (nsfw)

the part 2 to strawberry sweet ❤️

summary: miguel loves using his strength on you ;)) and this little snippet of you guys watching a replay of his recent game shows just that, with some sweet lil fluff and playful banter :)) and then miguel fucks u so good he hits your factory reset and you go back to being a lil shy babie around him oh no :3

tw: he also finds out you have a daddy kink, mention of shane dawson (derogatory), mention of physical violence (bros a wrestler what did you expect), overstimulation, a bit of breeding kink, heavy praise kink, a bit of humiliation but on the sweet side

A/N: this takes place about a year or so after strawberry sweet, where miguel and reader are in an established relationship and make quippy cute banter with each other

A/N # 2: pls reblog so we can turn more ppl into whores 💖

💕 hope you enjoy! 

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"BABYY THE COMMERCIALS ARE OVER!"

Miguel runs from the bathroom and meets you in the kitchen, you with the tray of strawberry drinks squealing as he tickles your waist.

"AHH IT'S GONNA SPILL!!!" you scream, and he backs off, smiling as you regain your balance.

You balance the smoothie cups on the tray and move forward, but Miguel blocks your way. 

"M'scuse me, I have a game to watch," you pout up at him, but he doesn't budge.

"Mister, my boyfriend will be very angry if he finds out I'm late to the game >:( "

"Aww, such a shame, pretty girl... can't I just get a little kiss?"

"Let me through!"

"Can't, hermosa, you gotta say the password right up against my lips~ the password is mwah mwah mwah i love you miguel you're so handsome miguel~"

"You're cheesy," you roll your eyes, and he laughs as you set the tray down in front of the bed facing the TV. "I want the old Miguel back, he was cute and he had actual rizz."

He slumps against the couch. "The Miguel that was a total pervert over your old smoothie girl uniform?"

"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about the uniform!" You giggle. "I hated it. Did you know on my first day they gave me a size too small and they had the audacity to try and gaslight me by saying I got fat?"

"Fucking weirdos," he pulled you into his arms, your back against his chest." Glad I got you out of that mess, mm?"

"It was just one mess into another, Mig, you made me your sugar baby," you tease, and his face scrunches up.

"Bebita, I may be rich but I'm not your sugar daddy. I'm just two years older than you."

"But think about it, I was sixteen when you were eighteen! Like- that's two years but the maturity difference is huge! That's creepy, Miguel. You wanna go to jail?"

"Ay, por dios. We're in our twenties, we met in our twenties. End of discussion. And I've already been to jail. Twice."

"What?!"

"Ay! ay! end of discussion. The match is starting," he pinches your nose then turns to watch the TV just as the host's opening spiel ends. Miguel feels you sit up in his grip when the crowds on the TV cheer as he comes up on screen, flashing a grin to the audience.

"Ew, who's that?" you mumble, cheeks stuffed with popcorn and Miguel snorts, rolling his eyes.

"That's me, your boyfriend, the guy who's gonna absolutely obliterate downgraded Shane Dawson in about..." he snaps his fingers just as his opponent comes out on screen. "Fifty-eight seconds."

"I really don't see the resemblance, Miggy, you're just being a bully."

"Y'know," he pulls you closer, absentmindedly kissing your neck as he feels you squirm in his hold. "I don't get how you let the physical violence slide but I compare some white guy to Shane Dawson and you call me a bully."

Your face heats up a little, and you turn away, mumbling shyly. "C-cause you look really badass when you throw them around like that... "

"Mmm?" he teases, nuzzling his nose in your neck. "I do?"

He feels you freeze up and chuckles, his hands trailing down to your thighs.

"Y-yeah," you whisper... "a bit..."

"Oh, and you like how strong I am, hmm? Is that what it is?"

It's cute how you shake your head and brush his hands away to turn up the volume on the TV, when he just goes right back to kneading your breasts and riling you up.

"Querida, you gotta answer me, y'know I can't understand you when you mumble like that~"

"What was the question?" you mumble, looking up at him with what he knows for sure are the most adorable bunny eyes he's ever fucking seen.

"I said," he nibbles down on your ear with a little growl, "do you get off like a cute little bunny when I show off? Is my baby that kinky~?"

" I-I... maybe..." you twitch as his fingers toy with your nipples. "Miggy, please..."

"Please what baby? Please stop or please give me more?" 

Miguel knows the answer, obviously. It's just that he can't get over the fact that he landed the prettiest girl with the cutest stutter when she's nervous.

"Please..." you whisper.

He chuckles against your ear, leaning in and lowering his voice just the way he knows you like it, especially when he's buried all the way inside you.

"Please what."

The tiniest gasp comes out of your lips. "Please... please f-fuck me... please?" 

Before you can even finish, you're over his shoulder and on the bed as he kisses everywhere on your face, growling at the inconvenience of the fact that he cant hold you still and fondle your chest at the same time.

"M-Miguel..." you whimper, twitching in sensitivity. "You're always teasing me..."

"Oh?" he mocks you, flipping you over on your stomach and gripping your hips, leaning in real slow to drawl darkly in your ear. "I'm the tease here? When you're shaking your little ass all over me? You rile me up like this and expect me not to fuck you the way you deserve? hmm?"

"S-Sorry..." you mumble, and Miguel laughs breathily, having the time of his life making you all shy and embarrassed.

"S'okay, baby, you just gotta make up for it, yeah?"

With a playful swat to your ass, he rips off your shorts and his fingers tease your folds through your panties.

"Miguel..."

"Yes...?" he kisses the arch in your back, smirking when your thighs tremble.

"Please hurry..." you gasp.

"Don't worry baby, you'll be asking me to slow down real soon~" 

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His favorite sight of all time is you underneath him, with that blissed out look on your face and your chest heaving as he fucks every choked breath out of those pretty lips.

"Fuck, bebita," he whispers. "Creaming all over my fingers like the cute little plaything you are?"

You whimper, closing your thighs shakily, but his free hand just forces your legs apart and he curls his two fingers in you, tickling your pussy and making his hand even wetter.

"Hmm? What did you say?" Miguel mumbles close to your ear, and makes sure that at the precise moment you try to speak he speeds up his fingers, making your words melt away in warm red pleasure as more juices coat his fingers.

"S'too much..."

"Bebita, you asked for this," he whispers darkly. "We're not even halfway done."

You mewl out his name and turn your head to the side. He takes it as an opportunity to bite down on your neck and relish in the high-pitched pleasure drunk squeal that forces out of you as your little pussy sucks in his fingers.

"Shit. I can't take it anymore," he grumbles, his fingers moving even faster as he leans closer, forcing you flat against the bedsheets as you moan and cream all over his fingers like a cute little bunny, just too pleasure-drunk to utter even a word.

"Come for me baby," Miguel almost begs. "Come for me so I can fuck you the way I know you want me too, okay?"

You gasp at his dirty talk, and he laughs at the fact that you never stop getting shy when he says these things.

Or when your little pussy makes those wet noises when you're really really close.

"Fuck you're so cute," Miguel grins, licking the tears falling from your hazy eyes. "So sweet, letting me do whatever I want with you~ Come for me, gatita, you know you want to~"

Your moans make him grin and he thumbs at your sensitive little bud. His teasing sends you over the edge and you gasp and whimper, clinging onto him as he helps you through your third orgasm.

When you come down from it, Miguel is smirking down at you, and licking his fingers clean of your juices, humming lowly as his tongue traces his long fingers sensually.

"Wanna taste it right off your pretty pussy baby," he whispers, making you blush. "But I'll save that for later~"

He really means he'll save it for when you're too fucked out to close your pretty legs around his head.

Miguel kisses your hips as he flips you over again, tracing his rough hands over your ass and thighs, making you shiver and mumble something he almost can't hear.

"Daddy..."

His wandering hands freeze.

He grins.

"What was that?" he teases.

Your breath stutters.

"What- I-"

He leans in dangerously close, pinning you down on the bed with your ass right against his throbbing hard cock.

"What did you just call me?" he drawls, and you whimper.

"I-I called you Daddy," you bury your head in the pillows. "S-Sorry... if it makes you uncomfortable-"

Miguel thrusts his hips forward, sinking halfway into your wet, warm little cunt. The squelching of your little hole is nothing compared to the pure, unadulterated, sinful noise of pleasure that leaves your lips.

"Oh," Miguel groans. "That made me reallyfuckin' uncomfortable alright."

Your thighs shake as he sinks in really really slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him stretch you out.

"Say it again."

You gasp, tears forming in your eyes. "It's embarrassing..."

"Fuck, you really have to do all these things that make you so lovable, huh?" He groans, pulling your wrists and holding your arms behind your back. "Got the cutest little face, the cutest little pussy, and you always got these little kinks that make you so cute~"

He starts moving his hips, making you slur out his name and clench around him.

"My cute little milkshake girl, doing all these cute things for me and no one else," he whispers, and you nod helplessly,

Miguel runs his hands up and down your waist, making you sigh and whimper into the pillows.

"Wanna repeat what you said? No one's around, baby, just you and me. No need to be shy~"

"Daddy..."

"Fuck, you really are such the perfect little cutie, aren't you?" Miguel teases, pounding you harder.

It's music to his ears when you finally get to that stage of it, just uncontrollably whimpering and moaning and making all these noises of pleasure as you let him do whatever he wants to you.

"C'mon, say it again, another time won't hurt~"

"Such a t-tease..." you whine, and he chuckles fondly, pressing a kiss to your sensitive neck.

"Sorry, baby, not my fault you're so fucking adorable," he groans, shuddering when you clench down on him. "Daddy's close, baby, wanna come with me? Feel good together, hmm? Can you even understand me you dumb little baby?"

Miguel coos as you take in high-pitched breaths and gasps. Your tiny fists clench the sheets shakily, and your thighs thump helplessly with every thrust of his hips.

"Come back to me, baby," he whispers as his thrusts get sloppier. "Help me out one list time, kay? Wanna be my good girl?"

"Mhm..."

"Ah," he laughs. "Daddy broke his pretty baby so bad? Sorry, gatita, you just feel too good. Let's come together, okay? I'll get us there, baby~"

You whimper loudly one last time, creaming helplessly around his cock. Miguel pins your back down onto the bed, leaning in and growling right against your ear as his orgasm takes over as well, making sure you take every bit of his cum inside you.

The twitching of your thighs finally slows as Miguel pulls out, turning you onto your back and lightly running his hands up your thighs, waist, and breasts, kneading them softly and eliciting a whine from your lips.

"So sensitive," he pinches your nipple, making you gasp. "But I'll keep my hands to myself... for now."

You blush at those words, nuzzling into his neck as he chuckles at your bashfulness.

"Didn't know my good little girl had a Daddy kink. So cute," he whispers. "Got the sweetest little baby all to myself~."

Miguel brushes his lips against yours, smiling when he tastes a hint of strawberry,

His second favorite sweet thing in the goddamn world.

"Oh, baby~" he coos. "You felt so fucking good. Can we go again, gatita?"

You whimper, twitching helplessly, and blushing at the feeling of his fingers toying with the cum trickling down your thighs.

But you don't say no.

[drvscarlett]

About You Pt2

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

A/N: were in the 2009 season. i also grabbed some ideas from a film quote so if you notice that, hello hehe. hope you enjoy, let me know your comments

About You Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Taglist: @spideybv28 @randomcuboidshape @mehrmonga @casperlikej @cliosunshine @randomgirlnumber-13 @sugyomama

2009, Albert Park

Moving from Toro Rosso to Red Bull has been the source of excitement of Sebastian ever since he signed the contract last December. He was excited to work with a bigger team and it opened up better opportunities for a championship which is why he feels really giddy walking to Albert Park.

"Seems like a good year for a championship?"Christian greeted Sebastian.

"I'm looking forward to that, the car feels nice"Sebastian agreed.

When the two walked to the garage, they immediately saw the Webber siblings discussing with some of the mechanics. Mark immediately waved at Sebastian.

Sebastian can tell that their dynamics improved since it was announced that they will be teammates. They spent a lot of time together in Milton Keynes so they found each other tolerable. It was surprising that now he feels a lot more closer to Mark than to Y/N.

He was actually expecting her to be around when they said Mark will be around Milton Keynes but the female Webber never showed up. Mark says that Y/N has been taking some time off since she will be busy during the season. Sebastian thinks he might be the reason why she has been absent so he felt a little relieve to see her.

"Excited for the first race of the season?" Y/N asked.

"The car seems alright, I think we can bring some good points in"Sebastian replied.

"We're gonna bring in a challenge this year, I can feel that we can compete for the drivers and constructors championship this year"Mark added

"How about Brawn, do you think they'll be a challenge?"Y/N wondered.

Sebastian heard about the team during the winter break. It was sort of a crazy story about how everything happened. He never saw Jenson or Rubens as a threat so he thinks that they might be an okay team that he doesn't have to worry about.

"They are a new team, I'm sure they won't be a threat" famous last words.

Brawn GP turns out to be a slight threat. Sebastian calls it a slight threat since this was only the first race and maybe its just their luck that they managed to pull away. They have to see how they perform in the next few races.

It was quite a bummer that Red Bull was unable to bring any points. It frustrated him heavily since he started 3rd and managed to stay 2nd the whole race until that unfortunate collision with Kubica that ruined his race.

Mark managed to finish the race but he finished 13th. Still out of the points.

As Sebastian was replaying the whole thing in his hotel room, he heard soft knocks at his door. He didn't remember ordering anything from room service so he was a bit confused as he headed to open the door.

"Hi Seb" it was Y/N "I was sent here by Mark to ask you if you want to go out and eat. You are in Australia and our family is from Australia and it will be a little bit rude if we didn't treat you out in Australia"

"That's too many Australia in one sentence"

"Have dinner with us and the family?"she simplifies "Please?"

There was not much to do anyway, Seb thinks so he accepted the offer. It might also be a good start to rekindle the friendship since its been a while since the two spoke with each other.

"You're driving?"Sebastian asked

"Of course, what kind of host am I if I'm going to make you drive"

The drive was reminiscent of Sebastian's memory when they were in Germany. Only that the view is more of beaches rather than the greens and the cold of Europe.

"I heard stories about you and Mark, it seems that you two are getting along quite well"Y/N opened up the conversation

"Oh he talks about me?"

"Well as his assistant, I have to ask about his work dynamics so yeah you have been a talking point of our conversation"

"That's nice"Sebastian smiles "How is life treating you? I didn't see you in Milton Keynes"

She lets out a heavy sigh and Sebastian could tell that there is a certain tiredness in her eyes. Maybe its true what Mark said that Y/N is actually drained from a season of F1.

"I just have to get away. A lot of pressure to deliver"

Sebastian understands that. Its probably the reason why he also tried to be understanding with Mark's situation as well. He knows that at the end of the day, the sports was brutal in one way or another. Everyone eventually gets that pressure to deliver.

"Let's not talk about f1, lets just talk about basic life things" Sebastian steered the conversation.

There was a smile gracing both of their faces because its just Sebastian and Y/N again. No last names, no championships, just them.

2009, Sepang International Circuit

"I hate wet races" Y/N confirms.

She doesn't get why everyone gets a bit excited with wet racing but she can't find how this is enjoyable for some people. Isn't the thrill of racing beyond speed limit exciting enough for them? Now they even want to race under dangerous weather conditions.

"It test your skills as a driver" Sebastian defended "Back me up here Mark"

"You're on your own Seb"was the reply of the older Webber. He did not want to take side with anyone.

The trio has been sitting at the garage waiting for the race to start. There was still 20 minutes left and Y/N has been stressing about how the dark clouds are looming over. She thinks it may start under dry conditions then go to wet in a snap.

"You can test your skills by overtaking and setting the fastest lap" Y/N noted

"Its all about strategy and taking risks"Sebastian assured.

"You better make sure that the both of you finish the race"

"No promises, Seb might hit me again"Mark joked

"Oh c'mon, I said I was sorry about that"

True enough to Y/N's prediction, the race started on the dry conditions then it ended up to be a wet race. Y/N had her fair share of wet races but this was the most terrifying for her opinion. There were puddles and the drivers can't see a thing with the rain blocking their vision.

It gotten so bad that Y/N actually went out of the driver's room to check on the status of the drivers.

"Aren't they red flagging the race?"she asked one of the mechanics

"There is still nothing from the stewards but Mark is also insisting that the race should be stopped"

Y/N was glad that she wasn't the only sane Webber around.

Just then there was a crash on screen and the weather made it very difficult for them to decipher which car spun but it was for sure a Red Bull. Y/N felt a bit comforted that it just spun without hitting anyone or anything.

"Its confirmed, that is Seb's car"

"Safety car for the lap"

"Webber is gonna ask to stop the race"

There was a flurry of emotions inside the garage. The race was stopped at lap 33 and there was the question if they will wait for it to restart or is it called off completely.

"I'm in 15th, this is not good"Sebastian was already groaning. He missed out on the points again by a big margin.

"Hey 15th is okay than dnf or being hospitalized"

Knowing Sebastian, Y/N knew he wanted to do well and it didn't seem like it was going to how Sebastian had it in his mind earlier this year. She gave him a comforting pat.

"Do you want some ice cream?"she asked

Sebastian looked at her as if she grew two heads "In this cold weather? You are asking for ice cream?"

"Ice cream heals people's boo boo" Y/N shrugged "Besides Kimi made me hungry for ice cream"

"You are crazy" Sebastian started "But c'mon lets go get some ice cream"

2009, Circuit de Catalunya

Mark: Can you see me before qualis at the back of the garage Mark: need your help, please

Sebastian never received any urgent texts from Mark so he must say that his curiosity is piqued by it. He immediately set out to meet Mark in the designated location.

"You need me?"Sebastian asked.

"Sebastian, just the person I needed" Mark seems elated to see him "Listen I need you to do me a favor"

"Okay as long as I don't have to hide a body"

"What?"

"Nevermind that. It was a joke Mark"Sebastian wanted to facepalm himself. Mark never seems to understand his humor especially when he was too excited with things.

"So May 15 is coming up. I need your help to distract my sister and maybe tour her around Spain while we do some preparation at the hotel. I just need your help to distract her for like 3-4 hours"Mark explained.

"15th?What's on the 15th?"

Sebastian was pretty sure that there was no race or other commitments that is happening on the 15th. He tries to rack his head for any important dates on the 15th but he can't remember a thing. Meanwhile, Mark looked offended that Sebastian didn't know the significance of May 15.

"Its Y/N's birthday"Mark answered.

Oh. Now that Sebastian thinks about it, Y/N never told her birthday. He felt like an idiot after realizing how they spend a lot of time together but he still haven't asked her about her birth date. But now that he knows, he makes a mental note of it.

"Okay. I think I can do that. Leave it to me"

"Thanks Seb, I owe you big time"

Seb: Are you still here at the 15th? Y/N: Why are you asking? Seb: I'm feeling adventurous. What do you say about getting lost in spain? Y/N: hmm sounds nice. Count me in.

"How long till we get there"Y/N asked.

They have driven for quite some time already and Sebastian promised that this place will be worth the wait. Sebastian will not admit it but maybe he got a little bit of lost in directions for the past 20 minutes and he is just starting to get the hang of the destination right now.

"Just a few minutes more" Sebastian assured. He can already see the spires of the building so he felt a sigh of relief escape.

"We were lost a while ago, aren't we?"

Sebastian just give out a grin as he continues to drive closer to the place. He stopped at the designated parking lot and unlocked the door.

"Adventure awaits Miss Y/N, welcome to La Sagrada Familia"Sebastian introduced.

When Sebastian was looking for a place to go, the La Sagrada Familia was one of the top hit. Sebastian didn't even consider if she is religious or what but he thinks she can appreciate the reminder that this architecture is still a work in progress and it has managed to endure a lot throughout the years of construction.

"This is beautiful" was her response.

"They say that this will be the most beautiful form of apology when it is finished"Sebastian informed "This was built for the city's sins"

"I beg to disagree"Y/N replied.

It was now Sebastian's turn to be curious.

"I think this is the grandest gesture of someone's love"Y/N elaborated "This went on for years, decades, centuries-they did not stop loving Barcelona that they continue working so that the city will be forgiven"

It was a pretty analogy in Sebastian's mind. He felt like no amount of his research could compare with that realization.

If the outside of the cathedral looks majestic, the inside is beyond what they could imagine. The both of them let out a small woah as they stepped foot into the church.

"You know you can make three wishes when its your first time to enter a church, they say it comes true when you do that"Y/N mentioned "You wanna give it a go?"

Sebastian nodded and he noticed how Y/N immediately closed her eyes.

'A world drivers championship. Happiness. Y/N receiving her wish' was what Sebastian prayed for.

He takes out a peek and Y/N was still in her own solemn state. Sebastian wonders what is it that she wishes for and he hopes that this three wishes thing works. He really wanted Y/N to fulfill her wishes, it will make him extremely happy.

"What did you wish for Y/N"

"Safe races, World Peace, and points for you and Mark" she answered

"Oh c'mon, you don't have things about yourself. Don't you have any personal wishes? Like your own goals or your own things?"Sebastian quizzed

Y/N knew deep down that she wanted something but she knew that saying it at the moment might not be ideal. But heaven knows, she prayed for Sebastian Vettel to stay in her life.

2009, Nürburgring

Y/N didn't mind that she was in heels, she was running as fast as she could to parc ferme. The moment that the last lap started and Mark was still leading, she immediately headed straight to the destination. Their father was already at the pits waiting with the signboard.

There was certainly a mix of emotions. Y/N's mind reel back to how Mark started pole and then had an incident with Hamilton at the start of the race. It caused him to have a penalty which lessens his chances of winning but Mark was in for a mega-drive. He managed to regain all the places that he lost from the penalty and here he is leading the Grand Prix.

Y/N felt her ears ringing as the crowd roars as the chequered flag appeared. Every speaker was blaring out the obvious, this is Mark Webber's first win in Formula 1.

People are starting to line up near the barricades. Y/N doesn't care if she was being pushed but she will be the first one to meet her brother and congratulate him once he gets out of the car.

"YOU DID IT! YOU ABSOLUTELY CRUSHED IT" Y/N screamed to Mark.

Mark did not miss his sister and immediately hugged her tight. He kept on repeating his thanks for her support and for not giving up on him. Y/N could only choke on a sob with the cameras flashing the emotional sibling moment that they shared.

"Congratulations Mark"Sebastian appeared next to him and Mark gave him a hug.

It was a happy day for the Red Bull team for securing double podiums. The whole Red Bull team cannot contain their happiness as the two walked to their podium spots. It is certainly a day that warrants a much needed night out.

So fast forward and Red Bull rented out a club to celebrate the victory of today. Y/N was certain that she deserved to let loose a little with the events that happened today.

Shots after shots, Y/N managed to drink everything up until the room started to feel a little bit wavy. It was a good thing that Sebastian has not been much of a party animal, he knew that this was Mark's time to celebrate so he won't be taking too much of a spotlight.

"You are seriously wasted, you should stop drinking now" Sebastian said, catching Y/N before she could trip in her heels.

"my brother won, can't you believe ittttt"her words are slurred.

"Yep, I'm getting you water and were going back to the hotel"

"NOOOOOO"

But Sebastian has already carried her out of the club. Sebastian knew that there are probably much more people wasted there but Sebastian was focused on Y/N. She was the reason why Sebastian decided to sober up the entire night. Knowing that Mark will be celebrating, no one will take care of Y/N.

Sebastian wanted to take care of her.

The trip to the hotel was smooth as Y/N was asleep at the car. Sebastian was giggling when he picked her up and she started rambling about how there are different kinds of beautiful in formula 1.

"But you know what's the most beautiful thing in f1 that I have seen?" she asked "Its the time where I saw Sebastian Vettel test the car"

Sebastian got curious, he didn't know that Y/N was around when he tested the car.

"And it was so dreamy. There was this beauty about him and you know he is so passionate. He isn't a paid driver or maybe he is but damnnnn the way he raced and the way he loved the wheels"Y/N rambles on.

It feels illegal for Sebastian to be hearing this and he knows he should not take advantage of Y/N's truthful drunkness to hear what she thinks about him. But somehow, Sebastian stayed with her. He tucked her in the bed and left a glass of water at the bedside table.

"Did you know Sebastian Vettel is the prettiest boy ever. He is so pretty like how the sun is so pretty to the plants" Sebastian also laughed at the comparison. Y/N was really really drunk.

"I like Sebastian"

"What?" was Sebastian's shocked question.

"I like sebastian, what sue me? I think he is a pretty pretty boy"

Sebastian feels like his heart is pounding but he has to stay cool. She is drunk right now and she might not be aware of the things she is saying.

"You get some rest, lets talk about this in the morning" Sebastian said as he left the girl.

It took every ounce of his being to prevent himself from confessing that he likes her a lot too. But Sebastian will do his confession sober. If Y/N remembers this incident then they will talk about it. If not, he will wait for the right timing to discuss the feelings he has for her.

Morning came and Y/N did not remember anything.

[wolverigrl]

Request for Hugh story.

The reader gets a little jealous when Hugh has to spend some time with his ex wife and kids, so to show his girlfriend just how much he loves her. Hugh makes her romantic dinner just for them.

Jelousy

Hugh Jackman x reader

!A/N! I hope you like this requested story! <3

Warnings: jealousy, cheesy, nothing more!

Enjoy!

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It had been a year and a half since Hugh and I had started dating. The first year had been incredible - dream-like, really. But things had changed. It started slowly, creeping in like an unwanted shadow. His work, the endless promotion for his new movie, had taken over our lives. We barely saw each other anymore. And when he wasn’t jetting across the globe for press junkets, he was here in New York - spending time with his ex-wife and their kids.

I knew it was important for him to be there for them, to maintain that family bond. And I understood that. I tried to understand it. But lately, it felt like I was always waiting. Waiting for him to come home. Waiting for some kind of sign that I still mattered.

And today? Today was the final straw.

I had seen the photos online—Hugh and Deborra-Lee with their kids, laughing, looking so perfect together. Like nothing had ever changed between them. It wasn’t rational, I knew that. He had been married to her for years, and they shared a lot of history. But no matter how hard I tried to suppress it, the jealousy kept bubbling up inside me, threatening to spill over.

So when Hugh finally walked through the door that evening, his face lit up with a tired but warm smile, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Had a good day?" I asked, my tone far too sharp for what was supposed to be a casual question.

He dropped his keys on the counter and looked at me, confused by the edge in my voice. "Yeah... spent the day with the kids. It was nice. What about you?"

"Great." I replied, unable to mask the bitterness. "Saw the pictures. You all looked... happy."

Hugh's brows furrowed. "What do you mean? Of course, we were happy. I was spending time with the kids- "

"And your ex-wife." I cut him off, my arms crossing defensively. "You’ve been spending a lot of time with her, haven’t you?"

He stared at me, his confusion deepening. "Y/n, she's the mother of my kids. We’re not together, you know that. You have nothing to worry about."

"I don’t?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "Because it feels like I’m the last thing on your mind these days. I’m starting to forget what it’s like to even have you around."

Hugh stepped toward me, his voice soft but firm. "That’s not fair, y/n. You know how crazy things have been with the movie, and I’m trying to be there for the kids. It’s complicated."

"Yeah, it is complicated!" I snapped, my frustration boiling over. I could feel the words tumbling out of me, unstoppable now. "I would never ask you to choose between me and them, Hugh, but I’m not asking for much. I just want to feel like I matter too."

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated but trying to stay calm. "You do matter. You know you do."

"Do I?" I shot back, my voice cracking despite my best efforts to stay composed. "Because lately, it feels like I’m just here. Waiting for you to remember I exist!"

Hugh’s expression softened, his frustration giving way to something more vulnerable. "Love, come on... it’s not like that."

But I couldn’t listen anymore. The flood of emotions was too much, and I needed space. "I need to get out of here." I muttered, grabbing my coat and heading for the door.

"Y/n, wait!" Hugh called after me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I just needed air, space - anything to clear my head. The door clicked shut behind me, and I found myself walking aimlessly through the streets of New York, my emotions swirling in my chest like a storm.

The crisp night air hit my face as I wandered through the city. My mind raced as I replayed the argument over and over. Why had I let it get this far? Why hadn’t I talked to him sooner, before it all exploded like this? I knew he wasn’t intentionally pushing me away, but lately, it felt like I was invisible.

After an hour of walking and stewing in my own thoughts, I realized I needed to head back. I couldn’t avoid this forever. We needed to talk - really talk. And maybe I needed to apologize for being... well, dramatic. I sighed, turning back toward the apartment, my steps slower, more thoughtful.

When I finally reached the door, I took a deep breath, expecting tension. But as I stepped inside, I was met with something completely unexpected.

The lights were dim, and there was soft music playing in the background. I slipped off my shoes and walked towards the kitchen. The smell of something delicious - my favorite dish - wafted through the air. Candles flickered gently on the dining table, which had been set for two. The entire room felt warm and inviting, a strong contrast to the storm that had been brewing between us earlier.

I stood frozen in the corridor, blinking in disbelief. Hugh emerged from the kitchen, his eyes soft and apologetic as he wiped his hands on a towel.

"Hey." he said gently, his voice carrying a tenderness that tugged at my heart. "I, uh... I made dinner. I figured we could use some time, just the two of us."

I stared at him, the earlier frustration slowly melting away. "Hugh... you didn’t have to do all this."

"Yes, I did." he said, stepping closer. His eyes searched mine, and the sincerity in them made my chest tighten. "I’ve been so caught up in everything - work, the kids - that I forgot to make time for us. And that’s not okay. You’re right."

I bit my lip, guilt washing over me. "I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I just... I was feeling- "

"I know." he interrupted softly, his hands reaching out to gently hold mine. "And I get it. I should’ve been more present with you. I never meant to make you feel like you didn’t matter because you do, more than anything."

I swallowed hard, my heart swelling as I looked up at him. The anger, the jealousy - it all felt so small now. He had always been the man who showed up, who cared, even when life got overwhelming. And right now, he was standing here, showing me exactly how much I meant to him.

"I’m sorry." I whispered, my voice trembling as I squeezed his hands.

Hugh shook his head, his thumbs brushing over my knuckles gently. "I’m sorry too. I love you, y/n. I never want you to feel like you’re anything less than my priority."

The weight of his words settled over me, soothing the ache I’d been carrying for days. I let out a shaky breath, feeling the tension between us dissolve. "I love you too." I said softly, my heart swelling with the truth of it.

He smiled, that familiar, warm smile that made me feel like everything was going to be okay. "So... how about we start over? No more fighting. Just... dinner."

I nodded, smiling despite myself. "Yeah. I’d like that."

We sat down at the table, and the moment was so simple, so intimate. Hugh had made my favorite dish - pasta with that special sauce he always made when we had date nights at home. The food was incredible, but what made it even better was the way we kept stealing glances at each other, the quiet joy in the air as we ate.

By the time we were done, my heart felt lighter. We moved to the couch, and I leaned into him as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. I could feel the warmth of his chest, his heartbeat steady and reassuring.

"I missed this." I whispered, resting my head against him.

Hugh pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his lips lingering there for a moment. "I missed you. I hate that I made you feel like I wasn’t here. I’ll do better, I promise."

I tilted my head up to look at him, my eyes meeting his. The tenderness in his gaze made my heart skip a beat. "You always show up when it matters, Hugh. I just... I need to know you’ll keep doing that."

"I will," he murmured, his voice low and earnest. "You’re not an afterthought, Y/N. You’re my home."

Those words wrapped around me, filling the cracks that had formed over the past few weeks. I reached up, cupping his face as I kissed him softly, pouring every bit of love and gratitude I felt into that kiss.

When we pulled away, I couldn’t help but smile. "You really went all out, huh? Cooking, candles... the whole deal."

Hugh grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Well, I figured you deserved a little romance after putting up with me."

I laughed softly, leaning in closer. "I think we both deserved it."

He tilted his head down, kissing the top of mine softly. "I don’t ever want you to doubt how much I love you. I know I’ve been distracted, but I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere."

My heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around me like a promise. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. "I know." I whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. "And I love you. I just... needed to hear it."

He smiled, a lazy, boyish grin that made my stomach flutter. "Then I’ll make sure you hear it more often."

He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine, slow and sweet, like he had all the time in the world just to kiss me. It wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was full of everything - love, reassurance, and that deep, quiet connection we shared. When we finally pulled away, our foreheads rested against each other, and I could feel his breath against my lips.

We stayed wrapped up together on the couch, the warmth of his body melting away any lingering tension. His arm was draped protectively around my shoulders, pulling me close, while I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was comforting, grounding. Every time I shifted, he pulled me in just a little tighter, like he couldn’t stand the thought of even an inch between us.

"You know." he murmured, his fingers lazily tracing circles on my arm, "I’ve missed this. Just being here with you. No noise, no schedules. Just... us."

I smiled into his chest, feeling the softness of his words settle over me like a warm blanket. "I’ve missed it too. More than I realized."

We sat there for a while longer, the quiet of the apartment settling around us. Hugh shifted slightly, pulling a blanket over us and tucking it in around my shoulders. He kissed my forehead again, lingering as though he couldn’t help himself.

"And you know." he whispered softly, his voice like velvet against the night air, "you’re my favorite part of everything. Of coming home, of my whole day. You’re it."

My heart melted. I snuggled deeper into his embrace, closing my eyes as I felt the warmth of his love surround me. "You’re my favorite too." I whispered back, feeling safe, cherished, and so completely loved.

We stayed that way, wrapped up in each other, letting the world fade away. No more jealousy, no more distance. Just us, together. And in that moment, everything felt perfect - like this was exactly where we were supposed to be.

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[casually-slips-into-coma]

spoilers for iwtv s2e5!!!

initial thoughts throughout:

dubai armand in this ep specifically seems a lot happier than normal. very smiley and kind of excited? like more energy than usual. mans was ready to eat

this fucking turtleneck

loumand library dates

hypnotized security as one does

i like that armand likes to hunt his kills. thought it was a cool detail

made me think of when armand tells daniel to run in the book

daniel was there for gay sex the drugs were just a bonus

he barely registered the coffin. he was like ok ig

the zodiac killer lol

daniel struggling to get the tape out of the plastic lmao

some coke for the gums just in case

you were lonely louis (gagged him)

the extreme change in vibe from daniel shitting himself about louis being a vampire to him laughing along while louis complains about his ex

book quotes!!

daniel validating louis complaining about lestat. theyre just gossiping at this point

BIG time asshole

daniel making A Point and then going sorry and louis saying no,,,,,that🫵was astute🗣🗣

“can u do the fang thing again? i love that, man” hes just like me fr

dangerously unstable psyche ((clocked))

im kinda with her get off that bench brother😭 [about claudia leaving]

jacob the actor you are

ok this whole argument between louis and armand was insane and i replayed it like a million times

kinda love louis coked tf out

being called boring fucking hurts thats a wild argument

he called you a soft beige pillow suffocating him girl u gotta stand up

armand really locked on to the word fascinating

louis said lick my boots😝

gremlin sighting👀

“chop my hands off”👀👀👀👀

picking LINT❓❓off the sofa⁉️ ⁉️

armand mocking him “oh its so hard to be me, its so hard to kill humans, i can feel her feelings as i drain her, louis de point du lac, everyone i know wronged me!”

imitating each others accents

my vampire daddy groomed me into a little bitch holy fuck when they go low i go lower

THE NAME!! the name!! unuttered in our home for 23 years said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer!!!!

assad deserves every award my man was actiiiinnggg

she didnt love you/i know

louis :(((

“can u hear her? shes calling me…” ok what if i kms

and then louis runs into the sunlight🙃

hello loml: practical effects

sidestep the big picture get the story straight first daniel said lets lock the fuck in rn we gotta focus

“you said the worst things youve ever said to me” hes just a sopping wet cat

hes fine youre fine this is fine youre all fine

finally seeing unhinged armand ive prayed for times like these

i stand by my cancelled wife btw

small detail of different memories: in louis’ version he apologizes to armand and armand says “meaningless word” and then moves on to talk about the slanted floor. in daniel’s version he remembers the dead guy and the same scene plays out except armand explains he killed the neighbor in between “meaningless word” and how the floor is slanted

vibrating eyes

LOVING how this episode is shot. all the different angles and the camerawork and the fucking MUSIC

canon that louis fucks guys and then kills them fic writers get to it

“128 boys hes brought here—“ “he said it was 5🥺”

daniel basically saying look man ill suck ur dick if u let me go

and then armand making him kneel

armand so unnerving <3

i know its kinda dumb to point out but i love small details of vamp power. specifically how armand picked up that table like it weighed nothing and when he picked up louis

love the idea of louis being like ok just put your feet in the rocks itll help

sopping wet cat armand!!!

but also he really let louis suffer for days instead of just giving him blood to ease the pain😬

lestats voice caught me off guard genuinely

interesting that armand knows where lestat is. i wonder how the show is gonna go about it. is he in the ground??

and refusing to pass along the i love you message……….theres layers here

u left me for death :((

have i atoned for my part of paris👀👀

the armand daniel bite was very do u know what it means to be loved by death

itty bitty armand fangs

need him alive as a testament to our companionship wtf are we even talking about anymore

arun/maitre😵‍💫

the fucking sunglasses im pissing😭😭

he got that shit on tho

welcome back trinity from the matrix

also just the fact that armand came back like yum i had so much fun on that hunt😁 anyway what are you two up to😇☺️

and louis and daniel just had a harrowing 2 hours trying to recover lost memories and coming to the realization that theyve been mega gaslit for decades

armand saying exactly what louis told daniel word for word

a hunch🫢

i love this show

im so excited for next weeks episode this story is unfolding so beautifully. im even more curious now about why and how this second interview is happening. ((also am very confused/curious about what looks like a protest in the promo??))

[major-mads]

Chapter 3: Listen to Your Heart

John "Bucky" Egan x Ruth Morgan (OFC)

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August 3rd, 1943

Ruthie, Since Saturday night, you have rarely left my mind. I replay the dance in my head, trying to commit every detail to memory. I love being around you, Ruth. I couldn’t imagine the night going any better than it did, and I’m so glad that you stepped outside of your comfort zone to come with me. Curt’s been giving me a hard time about embarrassing you when I sang, but I told him you loved it, even if I sound like a “dying animal” in Buck’s words.  Speaking of Buck, I’ve decided to never let him live down Saturday’s condom incident with Hope. Hugh sure isn’t letting it go, so I can’t help but join in on the fun. Despite that, I think he had a great time with her, even though he’s a total stick in the mud. I can’t believe they didn’t dance, Ruthie! Our dance was my favorite part of the night, besides how we said goodnight, of course.

I would really like to see you again soon, Ruth. It’s no secret that I’m taken with you, and I think you feel the same. We’re spending the next few weeks replacing crews and forts, so we won’t be too busy. If you’re able, please stop by and pay me a visit. At the sight of your sweet, kind smile, and the feeling of your hand in mine, my worries seem to disappear. The only worry left in my mind is that my efforts to convert you to a Yankees fan won’t be successful. I hold onto the hope that you’ll see that the Braves are terrible and that the Yankees are the better team. The Braves went 11 and 18 this past month, and my amazing team went 21 and 11. You can’t argue against stats, slugger. I hope this won’t affect your feelings toward me because then we might have a problem. I can’t wait to see you again soon. Please stay safe up there for me.  Your Hotshot, Johnny Egan

August 6th, 1943

Dear John, I am happy to hear that you and the boys are finally getting a break. When we were at the dance, I knew y’all were exhausted, but you sure didn’t show it, Major. You danced and sang like there was no tomorrow, and I had more fun than I had in a long while in your arms. Don’t worry about what Curt or Buck said. I loved your singing, even if it was slightly off-key and very loud. You might have embarrassed me, but seeing you in your element was worth it.  Every time I think back to that night, my heart begins to race and I can’t help but smile at the thought of you. I’m so very grateful that you decided to bring me along. Somehow you manage to turn me into a giddy, blushing teenager every time you cross my mind. Our kiss is a cherished memory of mine, and forgive me for being forward, but I hope that we can make more of such memories in the future.  Hope had an amazing time with Gale at the dance, and apparently, he wasn’t as much of a “stick in the mud” as you think. I’m sworn to secrecy, but know that they are very fond of each other already. When we got back to Grove the day after the dance, we told Frank what happened with…the incident, and he thought it was hilarious! He even said that he “did his job well,” whatever that means.  I would love nothing more than to come see you, but sadly, I don’t know when I’ll be able. Casualties from Italy are getting worse with the invasion of Sicily underway, and we’ve been on runs almost every day since we got back from the dance. Regardless of this, the first chance we get, Hope and I will make our way up to Thorpe Abbotts.  I can’t wait to see you again, Johnny, but the blatant slander against the Braves might damage your chances of getting another kiss. We’ll just have to agree to disagree on this because I promise you I am not going to be converted. After all, a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, right? Don’t hurt yourself falling off your bike during your break. Yours,  Ruth Morgan P.S. I would like to meet Meatball the next time I visit the base!

Sunday, August 8th, 1943: Thorpe Abbotts AAF Base, Norwich

The mess hall buzzed with energy as Buck and Johnny sat at breakfast with Curt, who slowly moved his powdered eggs around on his plate with his fork. 

“I can’t eat this shit anymore,” he groaned, pushing the plate away from him.

John took a slow sip of his “coffee,” raising an eyebrow at the man. “Then don’t eat it.”

“Oh wow,” Biddick quipped. “What a great idea, Bucky. I’d never thought of that.”

The major smirked behind his mug and shot his friend a wink. Buck watched on in amusement, used to the two going back and forth as he and John did.

Leaning his elbows on the table, Curt leaned over the table toward John with a teasing glare. “Have you heard anything from Ruthie? Has she mentioned me? I thought I made a good first impression the other night.”

“Hmm,” Johnny hummed, pursing his lips for a moment before pointing at Biddick. “That’s Nurse Morgan to you, you dodo. I’m surprised you even remember anything from the dance with how drunk you were.”

“Oh I couldn’t forget a face like that,” he chuckled.

John’s eyes narrowed playfully as he clasped his hands together and leaned on the table. “Well it’s a good thing for me that she could forget yours, then,” he clapped back. “And you’re not the one she kissed goodnight.”

Buck rolled his eyes and continued to eat his breakfast as Egan’s loud, wide-mouthed cackle echoed through the mostly quiet mess hall. Curt then turned to Gale with a raised brow. “How about Hope-”

“Nope,” Buck interrupted calmly, raising his cup and taking a sip of his steaming coffee.

The other two men watched him as a tiny grin formed on the Major’s lips. Although he didn’t talk about it much, they could tell Buck had already developed deep feelings for the woman. 

Raising his eyebrows at Curt, John grinned. “Oh boy.”

“You’ve got it bad, Buck,” Biddick laughed, his hand landing on Gale’s shoulder roughly. “You gotten a reply to your letter yet?”

Thinking of the perfectly folded letter from Ruth he’d picked up that morning sitting in his breast pocket, John smiled down at his food, warmth spreading through him at the thought of the blonde. Buck, however, pursed his lips and shook his head at the question.

“I actually haven’t written her yet,” he sighed, running a hand down his face. “I want-”

“What!?” Johnny all but yelled, his eyes widening as coffee almost spewed from his mouth. “Why the hell not, Buck? I already sent one to Ruth and got a response.”

Gale groaned and put down his fork with a clink. “Because of Hugh.”

“Why are you so worried about Charlie?” Curtis asked, wearing a confused expression.

“Because he’s in my squadron. And he’s her brother.”

John pointed and leaned over the table at him. “Hope’s a big girl, Buck. She can make her own decisions. Screw what Hugh says.”

“But-” Gale started but was once again cut off by Bucky.

“He’s gonna hate you even more if he thinks you're leading her on. You not sending Hope a letter isn’t making anything better,” he said, a smirk beginning to tug at his lips as he continued. “On top of the condom situation.” 

John and Curt busted out into chuckles as Buck just groaned, closing his eyes tightly. “Oh, please don’t remind me.”

The ideal chatter was disturbed by the door to the mess hall swinging back on its hinges with a crash, followed by heavy footfall as Hugh all but stormed through the building like a tornado. He snatched a mug off a table and poured himself a steaming cup of black coffee before marching past the trio, staring daggers at Gale who looked up worriedly from his breakfast. 

Curt’s eyes followed the man as he walked in, muttering under his breath, “Speak of the devil.”

"Good morning to you, too, Sparky," John called out with a small wave as he walked by, only to be met with deafening silence from the other pilot. 

Hugh's harsh glare was burning a hole in the back of Gale’s skull and he thought any second now he’d come into his brain and it would be lights out. 

“You’ve really pissed him off this time, Buck, and you didn’t even get his sister into bed,” John laughed heartily, taking a long swig from his whiskey and coffee, it was most likely more whiskey than coffee but Gale humored him. 

“Will you give it a rest? I’m already getting it from Hugh without your added input,” Gale stabbed aggressively at his scrambled eggs, willing the eyes of the room to stop looking at him. 

Curt snorted beside him, waving his fork around. “Well, I’m telling you boys, if I’d have had Hope in my arms and she’d bought condoms with her, let’s just say she wouldn’t have been going back home with them.” 

That was the final straw. 

Gale slammed his fist down on the table, ignoring the way Johnny jumped in his seat, spilling his coffee over the table, and the way several chunks of his scrambled egg disappeared onto the floor.

“You say anymore slander about my girl, Biddick and I swear…”

“Your girl, Buck?” John raised his right eyebrow, an amused smirk on his lips as his mustache twitched. “She’s your girl and you haven’t even written her yet?”

Sometimes Gale wished he could rip that stupid mustache off John’s face, but he kept his cool. 

It would seem that Hugh had heard the whole commotion. His chair screeching back from the table, he stomped up between the tables once more, his glare never leaving Gale until the door slammed shut behind him. 

Buck groaned, unsure if it was in relief or at the impending doom that he was likely to suffer if this debacle continued. Without a second thought, he excused himself from the table, ignoring the calls of protest from John and Curt, and hurried after Hugh. 

“Hugh! Hugh, wait up. Please, I want to talk to you,” Gale jogged after the tall brunette whose face turned sour the instant he noticed him.

The door quickly closed behind him, and Curt looked at the major across from him with a guilty expression. “I was just joking, Bucky. I would never-”

“Ahh don’t worry about it,” John said as he sipped on his coffee. “He knows that. Like you said, Buck’s got it bad and this thing with Hugh has been eating at him since Saturday.” 

Biddick nodded to himself, his eyes lingering on the door. “Do you think Hugh’ll let it go?”

“For Buck’s sake, I do…I think he will. Doesn’t mean I won’t still rag Buck about it, though.” 

“Yeah,” Curt mumbled, staring down at his plate.

Neither man spoke for a few moments, each lost in their thoughts until Bucky wiped his mouth with his napkin and stood up. “I’ve got a letter to write. See you later, Curt.”

“I never thought I’d live to see the day,” Biddick replied. “Bucky Egan writing a love letter. Looks like Buck isn’t the only one who’s got it bad.”

John tugged his white-fleece jacket back into place and chuckled at his friend. “Don’t go all soft on me.”

“I think it suits you, John. Really,” he urged, a soft smile on his lips. “You seem happier.”

Staring at him for a moment, Bucky didn’t quite know how to respond. He felt happier. He had something to look forward to other than getting drunk at the bar or the adrenaline rush he got when the sound of .50 cal brownings echoed through his fort. John placed his cap back on his head, and with a curt nod, turned toward the door.

His tie suddenly became too tight around his throat as he pushed through the doors into the cool English air, and he quickly loosened it, letting it hang limply as he took a deep breath. In that moment, John Egan had a profound realization.

Since he came over to England in May, he had been simply going through the motions, replaying the same days over and over: Wake up…Fly forts…Bomb targets…Get drunk…Show a woman a good time…then start the cycle again the next day. For someone with such a passionate personality, he lacked the feeling that he so deeply desired. Curt could vouch for this, being the one to knock some feeling back into him a few months back on the wing of Mugwump.

But since that day in July when the nurses landed on their small base in East Anglia, feeling had slowly been creeping back into his life. He first felt it when Ruth caught him staring, and was soon captivated by her dimpled smile and capable personality. The numbness that had become so familiar to him faded into the background when she was near, her laughter shaking free his heart a little more each time it left her lips. 

He was alive with Ruth. More alive than he felt when ME-109s whizzed past him or when flack shook his fort. More alive than when he unbuttoned a woman’s dress and laid her down. More alive than the burning sensation that traveled down his throat when he downed another shot at the bar.

Over the past few weeks, the blonde nurse had somehow burrowed into his jaded exterior and broken down the walls he didn’t even know existed. 

John’s mind reeled as he silently mounted his bike and rode to the base HQ. The ride passed in a blur, and before he knew it, he was sitting at his desk, staring down at the blank sheet of paper before him. He hadn’t had a problem writing her before, so why was this any different?

How was he supposed to convey such profound feelings in a letter?

He started simply, letting his mind imagine her there beside him.

“Dear Ruth.”

Thursday, August 12, 1943: Termini Imerese, Sicily, Italy

“You ready girls!” Frank called over his shoulder, glancing as Hope and Ruth took the stretcher from the medics below them and loaded the last wounded soldier onto the rack. Hope pulled out her flight manifest and checked off the final patient to board. The young boy reached out, grasping her hand. 

“Nurse,” his voice cracking as he tried to grab her attention. He was so young, barely eighteen years old. His bright blue eyes, glossy and hazy, gazed up at her. 

“Yes, My Love,” Hope crouched down, clasping the boy's hand in one of hers while her other brushed away his brunette locks from his face. She tried to stop her eyes from drifting down his body to where only stumps of his legs remained, the burnt flesh wrapped neatly in crisp bandages. 

“You’re an angel,” he whispered and Hope smiled sweetly at him, squeezing his hand. “When I write home, I’m gonna tell my Momma ‘bout you.” 

A single tear trickled down her cheek and she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and watching until he drifted off to sleep. His delicate, young features were no longer etched with worry, and the hard lines across his forehead softened as the morphine began to take effect. 

Hope turned, watching as Ruth comforted one of the other young men further down the plane who had managed to remove some of his bandages. 

“Hey, don’t do that, you need those,” Ruth tutted quietly, helping the Private sit up a little so she could secure fresh, white bandages around his bloody arm. The poor boy grumbled under his breath as Ruth tucked in the end. “Now leave ‘em be, okay?”

The young boy nodded, shifting uncomfortably in his cot. They weren’t the most comfortable racks, just cool metal bars lining the hammock-like beds that swayed as the C-47 rocked through the sky. 

Hope took her seat beside Ruth, who had finished trying to redress the soldier's wounds, smiling briefly at her friend, who wore the same exhausted expression she did.

“I can’t wait to get back to the Grove. I need a warm bath and my bed,” Ruth mumbled, stretching out her aching muscles that screamed against the tension in her body. 

“Oh don’t say that, Rue. We’ve still got to drop these poor boys off at the hospital in Mateur.” Ruth just groaned in response. 

The dance with the boys had been their last outing in a while. It was the last time Hope hadn’t felt completely exhausted. She’d been relaxed, able to let go, and safe in Gale’s arms. 

This trip had been hard. The plane was at full capacity and when they arrived on the airfield at Termini Imerese, Sicily, they were instantly thrown into action. The girls disappeared into the makeshift hospitals that lined the airfield, the white tents flapping in the harsh wind that did little to cool the heat from the scorching midday sun. 

Hope and Ruth conferred with the surgeons, assessing and stabilizing patients that were safe to fly, meaning that many of the young men with head injuries or who had suffered significant blood loss would be unable to fly due to the unpressurized aircraft cabins. Many of the men didn’t have emergency medical tags, so the girls had to make their own assessments for many of the patients. 

The thrumming roar of the C-47’s engine erupting to life always brought a great sense of comfort to Hope, along with an impending sense of fear in unison. This job, while rejuvenating her youth through the exhilarating flights and the lives they saved, aged her with each passing moment spent in the air, because after every successful landing she was left with the feeling that although they had saved lives, they couldn’t save them all. This weighed heavily on both of the women.

Frank and his fellow pilot chatted hastily in the cockpit, their muffled voices cracking through over the radio. As soon as the plane leveled out Hope and Ruth stood, each taking a side of the plane and beginning the checkups on their patients, recording their temperature, pulse, and respiration as well as checking there was no strike through of blood from their dressings. The girls worked quickly, only conferring on their patients' conditions. 

It always amazed Hope how quickly their work changed them, on the flight over Ruth had been once again telling her about the letter she’d received from John. Hope feared she could probably quote Ruth’s letter herself by now, but she never complained, pleased that Ruth was finally coming out of herself. 

Hope had her own letter from Gale tucked into her top overall pocket, over her heart. His words burned into her flesh and she felt as though he was right there beside her all along. 

Having dropped off the soldiers at the large US hospital in Mateur, Tunisia, the C-47 headed home. The mood was somber as the large metal bird rattled its way across Europe towards England. 

Ruth’s eyes had closed about half an hour before, and Hope didn’t have the heart to wake her up. She looked so peaceful, the wrinkles that normally appeared when she smiled were smoothed away, and her blonde locks fell softly from where she had so lovingly pinned them that very morning. 

Hope took Gale’s letter out of her pocket, smoothing out the creases that had poked around the edge of the page. Words of affirmation sprung out at her and a smile was instantly cemented to her lips as she relieved the last moments with him. 

The flight home always seemed quicker, and soon ‘The Angel of Death’ was touching down on the runway. Hope helped a rather sleepy Ruth off the plane and waved goodnight to Frank, who chuckled in amusement at the blonde’s incoherent murmurs, some of them sounding an awful lot like the name of her beloved major.

 “Goodnight Ladies.” 

“Come on, Rue. Let’s get you home,” Hope wrapped her arm around her sleepy friend, leading the way to the Nissan huts they were billeted in. 

Some of the other nurses were still stationed in Africa and so they currently had the hut to themselves. Hope lay Ruth down on the bed, smiling as she snuggled closer into the pillow.

So much for a warm bath…

Hope would rag her about it later, but she couldn’t deny that the stress of the day was getting to her too, but something restless kept her from falling into her own bed. Instead, Hope sat at the small desk in the corner, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. She pulled Gale’s crumpled letter from her pocket, smoothed it flat onto the desk, and began writing her reply.

The following day, the girls finally had a day off, and as much as they wanted to make the trip up to Thorpe Abbotts, the nurses were so exhausted that they barely got out of bed. 

“What time is it?” Ruth groaned, turning onto her side to hide from the bright sun peeking through the curtains. 

Getting no response, she cracked her eyes open, and a smile tugged at her lips at the sight before her. In the corner of the room, Hope’s cheek lay smushed against the desktop, her messy black hair splayed around her as she slept soundly. The corner of a paper could just barely be seen under her hair, and Ruth immediately knew what she’d fallen asleep doing.

Sighing softly, she pulled back her covers and padded over to Hope, wincing at the sting of her feet against the cold floors. “Hope,” Ruth whispered, rubbing the woman’s shoulder gently. “Come on, let’s get you into bed.”

She awoke slowly, allowing the blonde to sit her up off the desk. “Five more minutes,” Hope mumbled.

Ruth chuckled, the sound echoing through the silent hut. Luckily, Hope’s bed was directly beside the desk, so the smaller woman didn’t have to maneuver her around too much to get her onto the mattress. 

Gently laying her extra blanket over her best friend, Ruth smiled down at her. “There you go. Snug as a bug.”

She then walked over to her bed and snuggled under the covers again, but not before closing their blackout curtains, causing darkness to envelop the room once again. The warmth drew her back into her peaceful slumber, her eyes fluttering closed as her mind repeated Johnny’s latest letter:

Sunday, August 8th, 1943

Dear Ruth, I can’t wait to see you again. I know I said that in my last letter, but I’ve recently discovered that absence actually does make the heart grow fonder. I find myself waiting in anticipation for your letters the moment I send off my own, and I long to see you…to have you here next to me. Hopefully, your missions will ease soon and you’ll finally get a break, too. I understand how tiring it can be to fly day after day, and that’s without even having to take care of patients. Please take care of yourself, alright? As much as I would love to see you, please rest if you get the chance. Don’t worry about me. We’ll see each other soon enough. Today Buck finally wrote Hope back. I tried to tell him how stupid it was to wait, but he was adamant about getting Hugh’s approval. He’s a bigger man than I am, Ruth. Regardless of this, we can never let him live the incident down…ever. In response to your threat to withhold your affection from me, I say bring it on. Like I said before, you can’t argue with facts. The Yankees are the better team, and I’m going to convince you of that, so I cannot agree to disagree. I’m too stubborn to let you win, and if I’m being honest, I don’t know if you’ll be able to resist my charming personality…or the mustache. I know you love the mustache, Ruth. If you decide to follow through on your threat, I’ll shave it off. Just for you. Don’t stand between a man and kisses from his girl. It doesn’t end well for anyone. But it’s like you said, a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, right? Please be safe, Ruthie, and know I am thinking of you. Yours, John Egan

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Hope! Ruth! You alive in there?” a voice hollered through the hut’s door, rousing Ruth for the second time that morning. She opened her mouth to reply, but Hope beat her to it. 

“Go away, Frank!” she groaned, covering her ears with her pillow.

“It’s almost noon,” the man chuckled. “I know you’re tired but you both need to get up. We’ve got stuff to do.”

Sitting up abruptly, Ruth grabbed her watch off her small side table, her eyes widening when she read 11:43 am. She looked over to Hope who was also staring at her watch in utter disbelief.

“I haven’t slept in this much since I was a teenager,” Hope muttered under her breath before turning to Ruth, almost breaking into a fit of laughter at the blonde’s wonky curls from the day before. “We look terrible.”

Frank pounded his fist against the door, yelling, “Get up!”

“WE ARE!!” They both hollered back, unable to keep the frustration from lacing their voices.

Throwing off her covers, Hope stood to her feet and marched over to the door, swinging it open. Ruth clamored quickly out of bed to follow her, stopping right behind her shoulder as they glared at Frank. His eyes scanned the women before him, and a grimace appeared on his face at their ragged appearances. 

“Okay,” he started, raising his hands in surrender. “Go back to sleep. You look like shit, and I’d rather do things on the plane by myself than deal with your grumpy attitudes.”

They narrowed their eyes at him. “Nope. We’re awake now,” Hope retorted, smiling sweetly at him.

Sighing, Frank stepped back from the door with a barely concealed smirk. “Meet me at the hardstand.”

As Hope shut the door, Ruth flopped back on her bed, her eyes following Hope’s figure walking across the room to the desk in the corner. “How’s Gale?” she asked, propping her head up with her hand.

Hope began to neatly fold up the letter, smiling softly as she talked over her shoulder. “He’s good. Said he didn’t write because of Hugh causing problems, but he’s got his blessing now.” She turned toward Ruth with dusty pink cheeks, giggling to herself. “He even signed his last letter with ‘your Gale.’”

“Hope!” Ruth squealed, sitting up and covering her mouth with her hands. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve someone like Gale, and I’m sure Hugh sees how much he adores you.”

Hope looked down at the letter in her hands, her heart swelling at the thought of the man. “He’s amazing,” she whispered as her eyes traced over his name on the paper. After a few moments, she shook her head, seemingly clearing her thoughts, and raised an eyebrow at Ruth. “How’s John?”

It was now Ruth’s turn to blush, the tips of her ears heating up at the mention of the major. “Great…amazing…wonderful. I feel like I’ve known him so much longer than a few weeks, Hope. You know how I can get sometimes, but when I’m with him, I don’t feel nearly as anxious. And when he kissed me…I wished it could’ve lasted forever. I can’t wait to see him again.”

Sighing softly, Hope plopped down onto her bed. “Look at us, Rue. We’re like a bunch of lovesick teenagers.”

“Yeah, we are,” Ruth giggled, her mind replaying her and John’s laughter, soft touches, and tender looks from the dance. The way he held her face so delicately, how his lips-

“Come on,” Hope called, her mattress squeaking as she got up, breaking Ruth from her thoughts. “Let’s get ready so we can go annoy Frank.”

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i’m sure most ppl expected this so i’m not gonna make a big deal out of it but!! yes i am going on hiatus for an unspecified amount of time.

it’s honestly quite simple, i’ve just been losing interest in most aspects of kpop aside from the music, which makes writing for it a lot harder than before. i also dealt with a lot of burn out for months and still forced myself to write which only made it worse. lastly, i’m an executive of two clubs at my school this year on top of all my classes, so finding time to write would be even worse than it was before :’) !

YEAh that’s kinda it! for now my works will stay up, moots can dm me for my disc/spotify!! even if we’ve barely spoken pspsps i wanna stalk ur music cmere 🤲 a special shout out to my emoji anons too, you’re all amazing people ilysm, especially those that have been stuck with me for so long <3 (u know who u are!!)

i’ll try and check in here every so often to chat, esp if a new comeback for enha/txt happens!! love u guys and stay safe <3 you may send an ask if u have any questions!

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RAVEN. MY WIFEY. my BELOVED blr wont let me tag u but you already know i adore u sm playing roblox with u is so fun even if that one banana game was kinda ass!! 💖 thank u for being so so sweet when putting up with me all the time and raising our fav corgi daughter with sm love <3 i hope u get more confidence in ur writing because your fics are always so creative and well written, and in yourself too bc a certain mf thats name starts with J and ends with N is MISSING OUT. 🙄🙄 ok im still gna be annoying u all the time so. bye ig….. smooches

@seongclb katto u deserve an award for putting up with me in dms ilysm 😞 watching the promised neverland together brought me so much joy and i still have a ss of you calling gilda a tractor ok i love u!!!! i would read your fics all day any day u are so talented and ur photography skills are amazing, i hope we get to keep in touch WE SHOULD FIND ANOTHER SHOW TO WATCH TGTHER !!!!! i need to fix your lack of anime knowledge ‼️ PLS KEEP WRITING AS WELL ENHABLR NEEDS U!!!!

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@sunoksunny sunny <3 my other gf. i remember our first vc u had this goofy pfp i cant remember what it was but like u are so easy to talk to and funny?! and PRETTY??? your fits are always stunning and your singing is beautiful ugh the whole package fr… and. we need. to play. genshin!!! I REDOWNLOADED IT FOR U OK WE WILL DISCUSS THIS SOON!! ILY

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[canarycolemine]

Death and the Promises He Made

Chapter 3 (Chapter 1, Chapter 2)

Pairing: Papa Emeritius II x Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI, references to sexual abuse, manipulation, drug use, religious/familial abuse 

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Time moves slowly in that lazy space between conscious and unconscious. What could have easily been an hour or even fifteen minutes passed peacefully until the large car’s movements stirred me enough to awareness.

On the road, there were hazy moments - half dreams, wrapped in Secondo’s heady scent. I was firmly grounded by his grasp, but still, the mind wanders in odd ways.

Lately, I had preferred dreamless sleep - it was almost more restful that way. My mind was often last to know the vile acts committed to the body. So in the dreams - replay the moments, remember each movement and reaction. What could have been done. What kept happening, and showed no sign of stopping. My body holds onto any intimate touches with low regard and high reaction- instinctively, it’s known only violence.

But this soft darkness, it was peaceful.

I remembered that it was a peaceful space, but all too quickly, the dream slipped out of my memory.

Secondo’s grasp tightened, only slightly, to awaken me.

“Eden, we have arrived.” He nearly whispered, as if a gentle morning bird. “Do you think you can walk?”

I shifted, feeling awareness fill my muscles once again. Car sleep was never the best.

“Mmhmm,” I stretched, the lights of the hotel ahead caused a small ache in my eyes. “Yeah, I can.”

A few moments passed, as I registered him leaving the car, making his way to my side, opening the door for me. He stretched out his hand, an invitation.

As I reached for my purse, tucked under the seat, the masked driver had vanished. I had no memory of him leaving, perhaps another moment of sleep took that memory from me. But still, I had an eerie feeling.

My hand met his as I stepped out of the car. The rich, soft leather guided me, as we approached our lodgings. We were far away from the bar, certainly, I didn’t recognize the hotel. It was nice, more like the expensive resorts someone can expect from Vegas. This wasn’t Vegas, certainly not, the desert around us was expansive, no other sign of life for miles.

He offered his arm to walk me into the hotel. I had become accustomed to being arm candy, like a shiny little object. But this didn’t feel the same. I accepted it more warmly.

The hotel was a sight, a pristine white, even at night. Untouched by the desert dust. The yellow lights flickered out from the windows, a reminder of how late it was.

Walking in, Secondo and I were greeted with reverence from the staff, a nod from the front desk attendant. A man, appearing to be some sort of management, approached us.

“Mr. Emeritus, your belongings have been placed in your room. Please do not hesitate to let us know of any further accommodations we can provide.” The man looked nervous, almost eager to please Secondo. Secondo was unmoved, standing tall, a smirk tugging on the side of his painted lips. I think he could register the fear before him. “Again, I apologize for the circumstances that brought you here. Do let me know how we can assist.”

A curt nod he gave as acknowledgment.

The only time the manager looked at me was as he left us. It was brief, glancing only back at Secondo. Like I was a prize, another pretty little object.

How many other pretty little objects had Secondo already brought here? And where were they now. And who would be next. Another in a long line of pretty things to entertain him, never to end.

He guided me through the lobby, to the elevator. Red rugs felt plush, even under my shoes, how expensive this place must be.

The elevator ride was silent, only small dings, indicating the passing of floors, until we hit the top. A long hallway opened to us. The flood of yellow lights hit the ceiling.

Hotels were always so eerie so late at night. A place that was supposed to be temporary. You would never have to come back, just another stop onto something else, home maybe. Or somewhere you always wanted to go.

His strong arm guided me through the maze of identical stretches, as we approached an out of place grandiose door, just tucked behind a corner. His arm left mine, as he retrieved the key from his pocket, opening the door for me.

The threshold.

Crossing that line. Always. It meant violence for me. Something I so desperately wanted to forget, but my body would never allow me.

As if hunted, unconsciously, my body tensed. I preferred to gaze at the floor as I stepped.

No matter the kind words he said to me, or the moments of safety I felt, payment was provided. I had to follow through. Eddie needed this man’s money. I couldn’t do another night of deprivation, or go without food for another week's stretch, or be without a home.

I had to compromise my safety, for the guise of security. Whatever that meant.

Tearing my eyes from the floor, I gazed about the room. How beautiful it was. Even with my parents, I had never vacationed somewhere so luxurious. A large bed, crisp white sheet, immaculately tucked and placed was the center of the room. A large bay window, with rich red curtains kept the moonlight out. Even the ceilings towered over me, a pristine, ornate crown molding framed the room. Secondo was a man of taste.

I didn’t belong here.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He said, behind me.

“Yes, it is.”

The lock of the door halted everything. My blood instantly turned cold. I turned sharply to look at him.

“Why did you bring me here?”

He was removing his jacket, perfectly and systematically storing the garment. But he stayed silent. Not even gazing at me.

I had to stand still. I had no place being here, even moving an inch would be a gross overstepping of my socioeconomic status. I stayed small.

Once the garment was safely hung, he turned back to me. A kind look in his eyes. Staying silent, he grasped my hand and walked me towards a pair of rich leather seats. Gesturing me to sit, he remained up, turning towards the small selection of liquors of the room.

His back still turned to me, fixing his drink. “My apologies, Eden, I have to wash the taste of the cheap liquor out of my mouth.” Turning back to me, leaning against the bar, “I do not mean to be rude to your employer, but that whisky was, eh, shit.”

I had to laugh. “You can be as rude to my employer as you want to. He usually waters it down for everyone - just to save himself money.”

“He is one cheap son of a bitch, huh?” He tossed back.

“Yes, he is.” “Then what are you doing in a place like that, Eden?”

Somehow, that question frightened me. Begging for vulnerability I could not give up to him.

I broke his gaze, feeling an emotional turn in myself.

“It’s a long story.” My voice spoke, nearly breaking.

“I understand.” Swirling the contents of his drink, examining the golden fluid carefully. “You must know I will not touch you without your permission. I brought you here with no, eh, expectations of…” he paused, trying to find a delicate word.

“Raping me?”

The look in his eyes was soft. My vision was glassy from tears, but it was there.

“Yes.”

Another pause as he came to sit with me. We sat in silence for a few moments, I couldn’t tell how long.

“You have a beautiful voice, Eden.” He said, so quietly.

“Thank you.”

He treaded so delicately with me. Watching every word he said. Careful.

We sat in that silence for a longer stretch of time.

“A drink? I apologize for not asking you earlier.”

“No thank you. I don’t like the taste.”

A curt nod. He took another sip. Willing to stay in the silence as long as it took, he waited.

“May I ask you another question, Eden?”

I nodded. An ease was flushing over my body. Secondo kept his distance from the other chair, no muscle twitched. I would have noticed. He was not preparing to leap at any moment. He was at ease, in no rush.

“Have you always been a singer?”

“Since I could speak, yes.” I started.

“Tell me more.” An invitation to share as much as I wanted to.

“Well, my parents put me in vocal lessons when I was… five, I want to say.”

“Your voice, it’s so soulful, beyond your years.”

“Thank you,” a smile from me grew. “Yes, even when I was a kid. I’ve always loved the old school blues. It was kind of silly, seeing a seven year old girl belting Etta James.”

“I know you were a hit at the old-folks’ home.” He chidded. I felt comfortable enough to look him in the eye.

“Yes,” I chuckled. “I used to perform there all the time. But yeah, I was doing paid gigs like that since I was really young. And doing church choirs, too. I was the youngest cantor they had.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, I did. For a while. I don’t know if ever really believed in God, but I knew the feeling that I had when I would sing in a choir. It was… really nice.”

“What was your favorite song to sing?” He asked sincerely. “Not in the Church.”

“There’s an Etta James song, ‘My Dearest Darling.’” A small smile curled my lips, recalling the sweet memory. “It’s so simple. I imagine that’s what it feels like to be in love with someone. It’s a promise to someone else. Anyway, it was always fun to sing that one.”

“That’s a beautiful way to think of it, Eden. I like that one, as well.”

He took a deep breath, as I smiled at him.

“Nothing, nothing, nothing in this world can keep us apart.” He sang.

My mouth nearly fell open at the sound. His already deep voice, so richly sang. Perfectly supported, but so gentle. Natural.

“I would have never guessed…” I started. “You have a beautiful voice.”

“Oh, you are kind.” Waving his hands, nearly rejecting the complement. “Since I was a child as well, yes.”

Some new vulnerability.

“Excuse my prying, but from the way you had said it, you have never been in love?”

“No, no.” I started. A feeling of intimacy.

“I wasn’t allowed to date when I was living with my parents. They had a child prodigy, you know? Always making it seem like my voice was a gift from God. Never let me forget it too, and that God could always take it away.”

“And, I mean, it was like they hid me from the world. They pulled me out of public school when I was ten and just homeschooled me. And then… I could be their devoted servant of God. I knew they definitely liked keeping the money I got from little gigs, too.”

“Ah.” He replied simply, but so understanding.

“Yeah.”

“It doesn’t sound like you liked it.”

“No. I hated it. So, when I was eighteen, I took the shitty old car that I saved my gig money for and ran away. I was gonna go to LA and get a manager and be a professional singer.” My voice started to waver, as I unveiled the intimate information.

��But, I was so fucking naive. So, fucking naive. The car gave out two hours outside Vegas. I didn’t have a phone, I didn’t have anyone to call. I was just stuck there. And I prayed that someone could come and get me. And, someone did. This guy pulled over, saw this little girl crying her eyes out. He said he was a mechanic or that his friend was a mechanic. They’d get a tow and get me where I needed to go.”

“It was getting late and the sun was setting, so he convinced me to head back to town with him. He said he had a place for me to sleep, his grandma had just died and he had her old trailer.”

“On the ride there, I told him about who I was and where I was going.”

In my mind’s eye, I replayed the moment. The look in Eddie’s eyes when he grasped just how innocent I was. How easily he could corrupt my beauty. I think he knew at that moment. I continued with the story, sparing the vision.

“He said he had a bar we could stop at and get something to eat. I just instinctively trusted him - I didn’t care that I wasn’t twenty-one. I trust the kindness of this stranger. So, I begged to pay him for helping me.” My voice wavered. “He said that because I’m a singer, I could work at the bar as entertainment while they fixed my car.”

“Like a win-win, I could get some more money and keep singing, just until I got back up on my feet.”

A deep breath.

“The first time I ever saw that God-forsaken bar, I felt my guts retching. I knew it wasn’t safe, but what was I supposed to say? I was completely shit out of luck.”

“That night I first sang. I felt like a lamb led to slaughter. The way that those older men looked at me. They shouted at me, they’d pinch me when I walked by. At first, I tried to just assume the best. But I knew. Eddie saw it too. I mean, he already had an underage girl working at a bar, why not pimp her out, too?” I heaved with tears. My body folded in on itself. “But he’d always promise that it wouldn’t be forever, that he was working on the car, and I could leave next month. But next month turned into two months, two months to six months, and a year and six fucking years I’ve been here!” I poured.

As I wracked between sobs, “He sold the fucking car for scraps a week after he met me.”

I felt a release, a surge of emotion that nearly caused breathlessness. I fell to the floor. I stayed in this place for a while.

A felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me, keeping me grounded. I was rocked, back and forth. My fists grasping at his shirt, something to hold onto.

“I called my parents a few months in. I told them exactly where I was. What Eddie was doing to me. And at that point, he had gotten me hooked on coke.” I started, once I could speak again. “They told me never to talk to them again. I was dead to them.”

“Said they didn’t want a junkie whore daughter. And it served me right for disobeying them.”

How I paid greatly for my instilled naivety.

“Eden.” He said after I finished. “I am so sorry.”

“Yeah. I haven’t really told anyone everything in a while. But, to be honest, I’m half convinced you’re gonna kill me. So I thought, I would just fucking say it.” I spoke with gaul - the cockiness of someone with nothing left.

“Is that what you think?” His voice didn’t indicate he was offended. Almost as if he wanted to understand my train of thought.

“Yeah. And, you know, at this point, I wouldn’t mind it, actually. I’ve just got nothing left. It’s all over for me.”

Something in my soul saw him process the darkness that poured from me.

“I am not going to kill you.”

“Well, you’ll have to take me back to the bar eventually. That’s worse than death at this point.”

“I brought you here for a reason.” His tone. Something paternal, but intimidating.

“Why?” I turned to him, the first time since my outburst.

Seeing my state, flicking his gaze between my sodden eyes, swollen with emotion. His hands moved to cup my face, his thumbs running below my eyes, catching the tears.

“I wanted to save you.”

“Please don’t lie to me.” I wept silently.

“I am not.”

“So many men have said that to me, only to leave me again. Please, please mean it.”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“Perhaps, I can tell you who I am now, yes?” He pulled away from me, still keeping me in his arms.

“Do you remember the masked driver who brought us here?” I nodded. “He called me, Papa. That is my title. Much like you call the leader of the Church, the Pope, I am Papa.”

I felt an unnerving coldness in my veins.

“What kind of Church?” I asked, now worried as I completely confessed my faithlessness to him.

“Different from the one you came from. We worship an ancient God. One that you probably know well.”

Fear of a new kind arose.

“The Devil?”

“Yes.”

I pulled back from him, and he let me go. It was as if he knew I would need to be apart from him.

“Like a fucking cult?”

“No. Just a Church.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“I know you are afraid. Please allow me to explain.” He kept his distance. “This world is a cruel place, Eden. Beautiful, innocent people are hurt - raped and murdered. For what? To satiate their own greed? To honor a God that hates the very nature He instilled in them?”

“I don’t come to hurt you. I want to set you free. I want you to be safe.”

“I knew from the moment I saw you sing. Such a beautiful face and voice. The way you looked out onto the crowd, so afraid but empty. I hated seeing the way those pigs touched you and yelled at you.”

“How did you even end up here?” I interjected.

“I travel around the world trying to save those who have been hurt. The ‘unfortunate circumstances’ that brought me here was my flight home being canceled for several days. It was a sign, Eden, I just knew it. I had my followers drive around, trying to find whatever the Olde One wanted me to find. And I found it. It was you.”

“I know there have been wicked men who have deceived you. All of them using the same words as I have to gain your trust. Eden, I promise you, I will not hurt you.”

“How can I trust you?”

“I will buy your freedom.”

His words hung heavy in the air. I relaxed, letting the prospect into my mind.

“So you can own me, too?” The part of my mind that didn’t trust him needed to cry.

“No. If your will is telling you to still go to the west, I will ensure you get to the west. I cannot stay with you there.”

“You say that like there’s another choice.”

“There is, Eden. At home. If you come with me, I will take you to my home. There is a small convent of people just like you and I, we live there. We take care of each other. We are safe there. You are not obligated to spend the rest of your life there, many do, but some do not. Some stay there to get back on their feet and journey back on. They can leave at any time, you will be given that, too.”

“Where is it?”

“Sweden, deep in the country. Far, far away from here.”

“This is all so much…” I felt dizzy. The prospect of trusting him and changing my life yet again. He could still let me down, very well he could still kill me. He could be lying.

But what if he was telling the truth? Scarcely could I imagine my life being anything else, so desperate to escape whatever Hell I’m in. A leap of faith, when I have no faith to give. What is to be lost that hasn’t already?

I knew he sensed the war raging in my mind. Silent he stayed, sitting on the floor. Eye to eye with me. As equals.

“How can I trust you?”

“What must I do? Anything, anything. I will have it done.”

Lost in the thought. There was only one way.

“Burn the bar to the fucking ground.”

“So it will be. Tomorrow.”

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To be continued

Tag List: @sirianisrock (let me know if you’d like to be added 💖)

[softxsuki]

Hiya! Can I plz request a letter for your Valentine's Day event? 👉👈 I would really love one from 707, established relationship of at least a few years. And reader has had to make hard decisions about removing hurtful ppl from their life. Even when they were once family. The letter would be sent to provide comfort in a physical form and maybe to praise reader a bit for doing the hard work towards recovering. Maybe there is a gift with it, a keepsake. Comfort for the hardship of the past times, and promises of their life together, a home of love and laughter and safety. The 606 is fine for a nickname still (think that is what is was in the game, I am hoping to replay soon), other options maybe babe, or something sorta corny? Like the over-the-top-calling-you-this-cuz-i-love-you-and-we-tease-each-other sorta corny? And he left the letter somewhere reader would find it, but is not present while it is being read. Oh, umm, modern day setting works fine. I think/hope I got it all. P much I am hoping for something comforting I can save and keep w me. And thank you for doing this event!!! 🙏

707's Comforting Letter To His Lover

Valentine's Day Letter Event Pt.2 Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: 707 x Gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of losing people in your life (who hurt you)

Genre: hurt comfort, fluff

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 530

Summary: In which Saeyoung leaves a letter for you in the morning to help comfort you through your situation of kicking people who hurt you out of your life.

[A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! I hope this provides you with some comfort and is enjoyable to read. I really have to replay mysme as well as play v and saeran's routes for the first time. It's been so long since I last played, but it's just such a commitment to make it for every chat room. Anyway, hope you enjoy <3]

You stared at the envelope on your nightside table along with the small necklace beside it. You smile to yourself, knowing it was probably something Saeyoung built himself.

The spot beside you in bed was empty when you awoke, only the envelope and whatever it was your boyfriend had made you remained. He was probably out on a mission or something–or perhaps just getting some food, who knows. 

You smile, picking his new invention up and opening it. It resembled a locket, but more modern. Inside was a picture of the two of you together. His arms wrapped around you as you kissed his cheek. Feeling all warm inside, you pick up the envelope, open it and read its contents;

My Dear 606,

Happy Valentine’s Day Agent! Another Valentine’s Day together to add to the list, I love it. I hope you like the locket I made. You can store any pictures from your phone on it and change them around whenever you want. I’ll show you how it works once I get back home. I had a quick secret mission to do this morning, I should be back soon. 

On a more serious note though, I know things haven’t been that great for you recently. You’ve had to say goodbye to a lot of people in your life that you cared about. Trust me, I know how that feels, but it was for the better. 

I don’t want to tell you to just get over it, because I know that’s not possible, but just know that I’m here for you okay? You’re my special partner in crime. My agent 606! Nothing can defeat an agent, never forget that.

But you’re so strong, Y/N…you manage to put on a brave face and fight through each day even though the pain of it all may be eating away at you inside. I’m so proud of you. 

There was nothing I could do about the people from your past, but I promise to always look after you from now on. This is our life and we’ll make it exactly as we want. I’ll make sure our lives are full of happiness, laughter, and protection–always. 

I hope you slept well <3 I should be back soon. Wait for me so we can eat breakfast together. I love you.

Your Agent,

707

Your chest felt light after reading his words. Simple, yet effective at making you feel so much better. You couldn’t wait to hug him upon returning. Perhaps you could even get a head start and make breakfast as his little Valentine’s Day surprise.

So you get to work; throwing the locket around your neck and putting his letter in a safe space, you make your way to the kitchen where you begin planning a romantic breakfast for the two of you. 

Hurry back agent 707, breakfast will get cold. You text him.

Around the corner agent 606. Keep my spot warm! <3 He responds.

He sure knew how to get you smiling. Putting your phone away, you continue to cook, pouring every ounce of love for your boyfriend into the food.

What a great start to a day dedicated to love.

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 2/14/2023

[countrymusiclover]

Part 3

Part 4

His Sky

Tag list - just ask to be added @aintinacage

The high evolutionary had the guards drag me back inside the lab and pushed me down onto a cold operating table. They tied me down with hard zip ties before I grunt against them. “Are you going to kill me now?”

“I thought it would be a good idea at first. But then I rewatched this security video.” The high evolutionary pressed a button where I could see a screen come down replaying a horrific memory.

Sucking in a sharp breath I recognized that it was the night that our friends were killed. Lylla’s body fell a lot faster than it did when I was in that moment. Then I had to watch Floor and Teefs die until he paused the video of when I got thrown and Rocket was frozen jumping up into the air. “What’s the point of showing me this…”

“Because I noticed this certain factor that is something I can use to get 89P13 back here.” He moved in front of the screen pointing between me and Rocket. “You see he went to protect you here at that moment. If he thinks for even a minute that you are alive he will come back.”

“You’ll never convince Rocket to come back for me.” I snapped at him baring my teeth.

He grabs me by my throat where I began gasping for breath. “You don’t know what I can do. I made you 89K22!”

“Just because you made us doesn’t mean you can stop us from making relationships!” I spit in higace where he released my throat. Laying my head back on the table I blinked through tears.

High evolutionary crossed his arms over his chest for a second before he had one of the doctors hand him a shock baton. “I’m gonna ask you a simple question. Where did 89P13 go?”

“I don’t know - agh!” I winced when he zapped me with the electric poker when it hit me on the side of my hip.

He didn’t seem to believe me. “Where did 89P13 go!”

“I said I don’t know and his name is Rocket - gah asshole!” I screamed again clutching my eyes shut feeling pain again.

He pressed the electric device against me in a different spot where it was on my chest at the center leaving a burn mark. Sniffing through tears he stared darkly down at me. “One way or another I will get him back here. He is my creation and he belongs to me!”

“You made us for nothing…So we don’t belong to you anymore!” I growled trying to show that I wasn’t afraid and this is how our days went for years until I would see my beloved Rocket again.

Laying on the floor of a hard metal cage I had my arms and legs wrapped around me. With my tail curled up into my chest too. I just kept looking at the cell wall in front of me seeing that he had put me back in my same cell that they had repaired. So I was forced to stare at Rocket's old one. Lifting my head up I could hear some of the other animals making some noises. Getting to my feet I noticed that it was the baby raccoon cage. “Who’s out there!” I called out seeing a shadow of a figure from one of the lights near that cage.

The cage door opened from what I could tell but that wasn’t what brought me to a sobbing mess of tears. It was the voice I longed to hear when I forced myself to sleep after hours of our former sire torturing me. “I really am a raccoon.”

“Rock…Rocket. Rocket!” I mumbled softly before I rattled the door of the cage as much as possible, needing him to know I wasn’t dead like we both thought I would be.

Footsteps came running over to me allowing me to see those familiar soft eyes and the face that looked like a mask. “Y/n…..oh my god Y/n!” Rocket cried out gripping the metal bars of my cage where we were touching each other's hands.

“It’s me…it’s me, Rock.” I started crying happily through tears feeling a smile grace my face for the first time in years after everything that I have been through.

Rocket released my hand’s quickly sliding the key card and breaking my cage door like last time. “Y/n, I’m so sorry-“ I cut him off flinging my arms around his neck burying my face into the crook of his neck crying lightly.

He wrapped his arms around me holding me as close as he possibly could. I felt some tear’s from him falling down onto my face before we barely broke the embrace, still gripping onto one another. “You don’t have to apologize. But we need to leave before he finds you.”

“I’m not running anymore, Squirrel.” Rocket said quickly back to me.

Shaking my head I pressed my fingers into his foremans while more tears fell down my face. “Rock, if we don’t go he will kill us both now. That’s been his plan all along to get you back here.”

“I won’t let him hurt you ever again. I promise, my sky.” Rocket nuzzles his nose against mine.

“Awe this is just how I imagined how you would find her 89P13.” We turned our heads quickly where Rocket put me behind his back shielding me while we watched the High Evolutionary coming towards us slowly.

Rocket put one hand on a blaster he had attached to his hip. He also kept one hand in front of me that I grasped onto not wanting to be separated from him again. “I won’t let you hurt Y/n anymore.”

“Still so smart and yet so stupid all the same. You think that you will escape with her this time. You’re sorely mistaken, 89P13.” He dryly said.

Growling through my teeth I lifted my tail upwards in anger. “His name is Rocket and we aren’t your animals anymore!”

“You thought that you could escape me.” The high evolutionary walked forward before he used the power that he got from the purple device in the back of his head. He raised his hand and launched Rocket and I back against the cages. “You and that squirrel are nothing special. You wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for me!”

Forcing myself to my feet I didn’t care if he hurt me. I wouldn't let him kill Rocket if I had any say in it. “We’re not your experiments!” I launched myself off my legs, biting down on his arm where he screamed.

He stumbled around trying to make me stop biting his flesh. But when he grabbed my tail I let go and bit at his neck where he released his grip for a moment. “You’re nothing special if it wasn’t for me, 89K22!” He snatched me by my neck, throwing me harshly onto the ground.

“Don’t touch her!” Rocket ran forward reaching for his blaster until our master used his power and threw him into one of the lab rooms and into one of the electric light’s burning his body.

Scrambling to my feet again I ran into the room they were in while he was throwing him around like a rag doll. Running as fast as my legs would go I jumped on the master’s back trying to claw at the headset he had on. “Leave him alone - ah uh!” He rang me by the hair on my head, tossing me in front of him where I almost couldn’t get up this time.

“You’re an abomination!” He spat up at Rocket then he lowered himself to my level grabbing my chin in his hand. “And the only thing I ever needed from you was that brain of yours.”

I coughed when he kicked me in the gut with his boot and I hit the wall behind me. “Rock…”

“You think you have some worth without me. No!” The high evolutionary began to throw Rocket again while I held myself up on one elbow feeling more sore than ever. “Nothing but a step on my path. You freakish little monster. How dare you think you are more. 89P13!”

Rocket finally managed to release himself from our masters grasp, dropping down on his feet in front of me. “Names Rocket…Rocket Raccoon.” He retracted his blaster before he hit the guy with some energy.

“Rocket!” I cried out when he tried to come at us again when Rocket slightly turned back to look at me. Luckily something that had tree looking arms stopped him from getting closer to us.

A big gray looking guy threw the evolutionary onto his back. Another guy with a blaster hit him in the face. I also saw a blue girl with a robot arm and another with antennas knock him into the wall. The high evolutionary attempts to get up but finally a green skinned woman stabs him with a blade dropping his body on the metal floor. The guy in the red jacket with the blaster started peeling his old face mask revealing what Rocket had done years ago. “His face came off.”

“It’s a mask.” Rocket responded offering me his freehand tugging me up to stand with him. “Y/n, you okay?”

Groaning while I held my side I nodded weakly walking over to the group who had helped us. The high evolutionary was laying on the floor bleeding. “I will be now that I’m with you.”

“Look what he did to me….all I wanted to do was make things perfect.” The high evolutionary mumbled his final words.

Rocket squeezed my hand in his declaration to our creator. “You didn’t want to make things perfect. You just hated things the way they are.”

“Kill him.” The gray guy said behind us.

Rocket raises his blaster over his head but he only holds it for a second then lowers it. “Rock, what are you doing? After everything he’s done to us.”

“It’s not right, Y/n.” He looked at me then to his friends. “Because I’m a freaking guardian of the galaxy.”

The green woman said when a part of the building exploded. “We have to get out of here now.”

“We have to save them.” Rocket told them before we got any further to leaving.

The dirty blonde hair human slides on his feet to a halt. “We’ve got all the kids on board.”

“No Pete. The rest of them.” Rocket told his friend, sending me a sympathetic look not wanting to leave any more animals behind. So we all quickly unlocked the cages and let the other animals free. Running to the ship I almost couldn’t catch my breath once we were watching the former space ship we were on disappear away from us.

Sliding to a halt on my feet I put my hand on my knees feeling someone put a hand on my shoulder seeing it was Rocket. He takes my hand in his blinking through tears just looking me over. “Y/n, I’m sorry for leaving you. I…urgh I’m not good at feelings.”

“Rocket, you don’t have to say it if you don’t feel it. I am just glad to be free of that place. Now you can show me the world away from it.” Placing my paw on his face he leans his head into it sucking in a breath.

Yet he shook his head tugging me closer to his chest where our noses touched one another. “You need to understand this….you’re my sky, Y/n Squirrel.”

Remembering back to when we were innocent and all we wanted to see was what the sky looked like. Smiling up at the raccoon I loved, I responded back softly. “And you are mine, Rocket.”

“Let’s get you checked out.” He squeezed my hand in his and I knew the reason why was because he didn’t like showing his innocent side after what happened to our friends Lylla, Floor and Teefs. But he was over the moon to have me back by his side. And I felt the same.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[onlyswan]

Hey Art! How are you? It has been a long time since I last interacted with you. How has life been treating you recently? Whenever I think about you, I always hope that you are happy and in a good state of mind. The new drabble you posted was really cute and cozy! JK and OC are truly couple goals :p I wonder how you can write so amazingly that my heart swells with warmth.

As for me, do you remember when I told you about the guy I had a crush on, who asked me about my type? Yeah.

So, the thing is, this guy is my classmate, and we usually sit together on the bus to and from school. We don't talk much, but it's not awkward when we do not talk. At least I feel alright when we sit together in comfortable silence. He, well, to be honest, he doesn't seem to act like he likes me back. But then again, he's that non-expressive kind of guy. He doesn't talk much about things that don't excite him and doesn't mind sitting in complete silence. He's that kind of guy (just like me sometimes, for real). So, often times, we just stay silent the entire ride from school to home because we don't really have common interests. He's into anime and sports, and I also watch anime, but I'm not that much of a die-hard fan. And it often makes me wonder, am I really doing it right? Is it right to be interested in this kind of guy? It's really confusing and stressing me out too.

But yesterday, when we were on our way back from school, he asked me if we could share our money (I had some money, but he had more) and go eat ice cream on our way back home. I initially agreed to it, thinking he was just kidding. We sometimes do that, you know, to tease each other. So when I got up from my seat at my stop, he suddenly asked me, 'Oh, are you not coming with me?' Even then, I thought he was still joking, so I just waved my hand at him, smiled, and got off.

But then, when I came back home, I dwelled upon what had happened earlier. As I replayed the scenes in my head, I wondered... was he... asking me out for an ice cream date? I was confused to say the least. Thinking about it, I was reminded of the face he had when I stood up to get off at my stop. He almost seemed disappointed; his voice was softer and kinda... sad? But then again, I could just be overthinking it.

Today too, when someone else came to sit with me earlier than him, I thought he would ask them to stand up and tell them to sit somewhere else. But instead, he himself went somewhere else and sat with his friend.

I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and it's driving me crazy! Is he interested in me? Does he like someone else? Am I just overthinking it all? Is it okay to invest my time in someone who doesn't feel the same? These kinds of thoughts keep me up at night.

I hope he shows some more signs so that I can be certain about his feelings because this is really, really confusing atm!

Anyway, sorry, I went a bit overboard. Thanks for reading my silly little rant about my life, and really, thanks for being here. You are like a big sister figure to me, and I genuinely appreciate everything you do for the community!

Take care of yourself<3

liking someone is really hard because you can’t help but to overthink every little thing that they do ❤️‍🩹 as you said you don’t really talk much so it’s hard to assume things and i think in cases like this it’s better to just let things unfold first and allow your feelings to blossom into something more recognizable <3 accept the opportunities to spend more time with him and get to know each other better, this way you can decide for yourself too how much you like him !! because we tend to get too swept up in our own head at times and living in the moment brings you soooo much clarity trust me !! as long as you have a good day, no matter who it is with, i don’t really think time would be wasted :D maybe you can bring up the ice cream again and you can go together for real this time hehe. i hope things work out well for you beloved and please take care of your heart 💕

and omg 🥲 a big sister figure 🥲 this is so sweet thank you anonie !! 💕 i try my best to be helpful to you guys but tbh i tend to be stupid in dealing with my own personal life lol so please bear with me, learn from my mistakes, and thank you for trusting me 😭💕

i’m just trying to enjoy life as much as i can while also working hard and adjusting to many changes :") it’s very tiring physically emotionally and mentally but i’m hanging in there! and writing helps me a lot when i’m feeling anxious too so thank you so much for reading my works i appreciate you lots 🥺💗

[natugood]

For the ask thing: 4, 26, 31

Hope ur having a good day :3

eeeee thank you!! my day was alright, it kinda flew by and I already am feeling like too much happened for me to really process it, but it wasn't bad. I hope you are having (or at this point had) a good day too!!!! :3

4. Which cryptid do you believe in?

Ok I have to be honest I couldn't think of any cryptids off the top of my head besides mothman (don't ask me how I live in the PNW and forgot about Bigfoot) so I went to Wikipedia to look at their list of cryptids and let me tell you I found some delightful fellows on there! I think of the ones I looked at I'm gonna have to go with rods cause they "clearly" have a very scientific cause (insects flying in front of a camera) when really that clear "cause" is the perfect camouflage - if people think all rods are really just insects, then the real rods can continue to exist undetected.

26. A scenario that you've replayed multiple times?

OK first question is this a real or imagined scenario second question from my life? or like a game or a book? third question how do I choose lol. if we are talking real then I'll go with this time when I was seven and I was doing math problems with the advanced math kids in my class at a table while the rest of the class got taught by our teacher on the rug and we all finished first and the other kids started chasing each other around the table and I knew it was loud and disruptive and wrong and I knew I should tell them to stop but I was scared so instead I just chose not to look, and I had really just wanted to look at a sunflower someone had brought in for show and tell cause I had never seen a sunflower before so finally after what felt like an eternity (which was probably only five minutes but ya know I was seven) I got up to look at it (using my hands to still shield my eyes from my classmates) which is when our teacher finally decided to scold us all and be quiet and she looked at me and asked me what I was doing and then told me to sit down too, and for YEARS after I wished I'd been brave and believed in myself and told her that I just wanted to look at the sunflower, cause I never did get to look at it. Life defining moment lol. If we are talking imagined then I guess like getting to see the people I played hockey with again and somehow getting some resolution there and being able to be angry at them and tell them how much they hurt me and show them that I love myself and that I am worthy of love and respect and dignity and that they don't have power over me anymore. Though I always recognize that every time I dream of that I am showing that they still do have some power over me unfortunately, which is really sad because it's been almost a decade since I've seen any of them.

31. What type of music keeps you grounded?

Lol wish I knew. Music is one of the few consistent ways to actually get me to feel emotional, it's a really immersive experience for me and gives me energy, it makes me feel alive and like I'm flying and in another world, so the music that keeps me grounded I am choosing to interpret as the music that I find sobering, which is kind of sad and is also very hard to describe and choose (another issue is I don't really listen to genres or collections or even albums a lot, I listen to a scattering of specific songs and albums who each provide a unique experience I've fallen in love with), so I guessssss I will have to say popular-ish music from any time period which has a bittersweet or sad tone/message, something that makes me feel sad and reminds me that being happy isn't everything.

weirder asks

[honeybadger-the-pop-witch]

Hear Me Out Here — A Theory for “National Treasure: Edge of History”

Spoiler warning for Episode 3: “Graceland Gambit”

And so my craziness begins… Bard and I were replaying one scene in our heads for the past two-ish hours. This scene, mind you, seems quite mundane on the surface level. We have a boy, in Graceland, singing one of Elvis Presley’s most well known songs (and one of my favorite Elvis songs) in order to help our lovely leading lady sneak into a secret room to find the clue to the next puzzle box so they can prove that their parents didn’t die for nothing. And, as the group of tourists sing along, our dynamic duo just barely manage to sneak out—but not after the performance comes to an end while simultaneously heavily making the insinuation that these two are end game as a romantic couple.

So why does it loop in both the minds of my dæmon and I?

Well because of what the ending hints at and the added layer it gives both the dynamic and song chosen.

You guessed it! Not-That-Pretty boy Liam played “Suspicious Minds” by Elvis! This song is very clear in what it’s about, two people love each other but cannot trust each other. Now, how does the ending of the episode give this scene more depth other than famous Elvis song to play at Graceland? Well, popular songs—if done right—usually have some layer of meaning to the narrative they’re used in. Movies like Shrek 2 and Mama Mia are built around the songs in their narrative, and shows like the Umbrella Academy have them integral to the writing process. With the exception of Suicide Squad from 2016, popular music usually helped highlight whatever subtext of a scene along with directing choices.

Throughout the scene where Liam performs “Suspicious Minds”, we mostly see him surrounded by the other tourists. They first start away from him, but draw closer and closer as they join in singing along. It’s his vote of confidence in his dream that he was lacking the first two episodes. People wanted to hear him sing. But we never get a close up of his face to see what he’s thinking or feeling—not until Jess emerges from the secret room with a recording of the message containing a clue and the relief is palpable in his face. And then we get a semi-close up of Jess who can’t believe what she’s seeing. Then the tension shifts and he’s singing right at her. For her.

Is it love? Certainly not yet, but the tiny hints of attraction that we are getting in the first two episodes begin to grow subtly from this point on.

When Liam does some editing to the audio file so they can hear the clue properly, he waits until Jess is with him to flip it and hear Elvis’s recording. Then the next thing we know, Billy has the clue distilled and flipped on her cellphone—there’s a turncoat in Jess’s crew.

Now, what’s the theory?

Well it’s quite simple, “Suspicious Minds” literally outlines the rest of Jess and Liam’s AND Jess and Ethan’s interactions for the rest of the season.

Wait—when did Ethan get involved?

Liam is the most likely suspect for being turn coat. He barely knows Jess and didn’t even know Jess had DACA until episode 3 after their stunt in Graceland… when Ethan told him.

Listen, I love Ethan. He’s the level headed friend of the group that, before Liam came along, was the only person that was on Jess’s wavelength. He loves her both romantically and platonically, but she refused to go out with him over fear of destroying a friendship. All he has ever done is look out for her and wore his heart on his sleeve—something Billy can manipulate, as seen in the first episode where she kidnapped Oren and bartered his safe return for the obsidian puzzle box. He was against the hunt to begin with out of fear of Jess getting deported, so perhaps sabotaging it from the inside is the only way he can think of to keep her safe… especially if Billy somehow got to him off screen.

It might be why he let it slip that Jess is undocumented. Because it’s hinted at that no one ever tells anyone about Jess without Jess’s permission, especially Ethan.

Now, don’t get me wrong Liam is sketchy too since he’s the only one we know can work audio software like that. His dad died on this quest and he has some serious granddaddy issues. It’s quite possible he’s helping Billy to get back at his grandfather for his part in Liam’s dad’s death. But the fact of the matter stands that once Jess knows Billy has the same clue, Liam and Jess’s relationship will be much rockier than it has been—but are they…

Caught in a trap? And [they] can’t walk out because [they] love [each other] too much baby?

Bard seems to want to withhold judgement until we get more information. But I think I’m right with this. Thoughts? After all, Jess can’t achieve her dreams with suspicious minds.

[to-the-head-of-the-line]

Hey Assassins Musical Fandom. I've been really busy because of school, and instead of studying for finals or doing my assignments honestly, I just replayed a bit of Fallout New Vegas but this time I'm playing as everyone's favourite anarchist presidential assassin Leon Czolgosz.

Ok, I actually tried this before but wasn't sure about the roleplaying aspect (main problem was because the companions stole all my kills and I didn't have to fight which made it too easy).

Inspired by this comment from 'Can you beat Fallout New Vegas as Abraham Lincoln'.

Some basic rules:

1. Assassinate President Kimball. Obviously.

2. Revolvers only. I can only use the .357, .44, hunting revolver, Ranger Sequoia, the 5.56mm pistol and their unique variants. I'm not doing the DLCs. (Can you imagine doing Lonesome Road with a revolver?) Historically he used a .32 but I don't have Fallout 3 and I don't know how to use mods.

3. Yes man ending with best possible outcome. It's the closest to an anarchistic society you can get.

4. Help the people of the wasteland. How else will the ideal anarchistic society be created if we don't voluntarily help each other? That means doing most of the side quests and unmarked quests.

Unfortunately for a lot of good endings to happen and to get good results for quests you do have to assist the NCR aka the pretty expansionist government which isn't very in line with anarchist principles- but it's ultimately for the good of the people. And most of the NCR soldiers (aka the ones that do the most work) are fairly reasonable.

5. No companions but I will get the best endings for them. They will be only equipped when necessary.

6. Hardcore mode on Hard difficulty because Leon had a tough life.

SPECIAL Stats

You get 40 points out of 70.

Strength-7. Yes he had weak arms (Thanks Ted for the info) but he did do manual labour.

Perception-6. He shot McKinley.

Endurance-6. He was sick with an unknown disease that made him cough blood but I don't know how to download mods.

Charisma-1. Before you say charisma is a dump stat in this game, but he was very awkward to the point that other anarchists thought he was a spy. This is pretty much the only accurate stat.

Intelligence-6. He did go to school for a while, and wireworking was considered a skilled labour.

Agility-7. Again, he shot McKinley.

Luck-7. His life was tough but still he shot McKinley.

Tagged skills: (Increase skill level by 15 points)

Guns (How many times do I have to repeat he shot McKinley)

Sneak (He made it to the head of the line without being asked to show his hands)

Repair (He repaired machinery on his father's farm)

Traits

Fast shot (Guess why?)

Let's begin.

Guy gets shot in the head twice and miraculously lives. For some reason (brain damage most likely) he believes he is a presidential assassin who died 350+ years ago. And he just happens to look like the man.

I tried but the game was made eleven years ago. Apparently he had auburn hair but some said he was blond. And he had very nice blue eyes and people kept mentioning that he was really hot. No comment on that. He still looks depressed.

Before heading out, we exchange our DLC gear for everything in Doc Mitchell's house because it would be too easy. Leon meets a nice woman and her dog who teaches him how to shoot as part of the tutorial. Unfortunately he can only use revolvers so he may have stolen the .357 revolver behind the counter before realizing he could just buy one at the store. It's no big deal. He helps Sunny fight some geckos, rescues a settler, gets tricked by a guy to save his non-existent girlfriend (he kills the guy in self defence) and helps the town out some more. Before defending the town against some escaped convicts (chain gangs are horrible and the NCR seems authoritarian, but that's no excuse to kill common folks. And the people of Goodsprings are very welcoming and they saved his life.), he decides to explore the area, getting more stuff to sell (it's actually really easy to get rich in this game), some nice leather armour and a hat, more ammo, and leveling up where I pick Rapid Reload as a perk. When you only have six rounds in your chamber, there's going to be a lot of reloading. And revolvers take longer.

That's it for now. Someday I'll continue this (like all my other fanfics).

[still-ssstar]

Emotions, trauma and one smoking footballer

Ladies and gentlemen, today I will once again be in the role of devil's advocate and try to defend the honor of all the “emotionless” characters using the example of Itoshi Rin. One of the replays under my post about Rin inspired me to think about it and here we are.

So, as the first and only argument, I could just say: “He is experiencing emotions and we see it on these, these and these manga panels,” but let's approach this issue from other sides and I will justify my conclusion in more detail.

1. I have already written about this in another post, so I will briefly outline the main idea: emotions, from the point of view of evolution, are necessary for human survival, since we do not have instincts that could help us with this. A person with completely absent emotions is very vulnerable and therefore a complete absence of emotions is considered a deviation from the norm of a healthy psyche.

2. “Emotionless" is most often used as a synonym for “low emotionality”, often external. I think this is a categorically wrong approach, so let's draw a clear line between these two concepts. Just as another user correctly noted, there are people who suppress their emotions and this is a completely different category. I would like to add that the external manifestation of emotions is not always directly proportional to the depth of the emotions experienced, even for those people who do not suppress their emotions. There are many external factors that influence how we express our emotions, and internal factors such as a generally calm character or a phlegmatic/melancholic temperament should not be excluded.

3. For a person whose psyche has no pathological abnormalities, a complete absence of emotions can be considered normal if it is a short-term phenomenon. This is called apathy and it can occur, including after a surge of strong emotions, especially negative ones. Apathy after a nervous breakdown, for example, is a completely normal phenomenon, since the psyche needs rest after overload and forcibly “turning off” emotions is a good way to bring the state back to relative normality.

Now, with some important information on hand, I suggest applying each of the points to Rin and finding the answer to the question “Is Itoshi Rin as emotionless as it seems at first glance?” (Spoiler alert: No, he's still not.)

1. Rin is obviously experiencing emotions and has no fixed pathologies. He is traumatized, yes, but this is not a pathology. There is a huge difference between psychological trauma and mental illness.

2. Rin does not fit not only the definition of an “emotionless” person, but also the definition of a “low-emotional” one too. It's pretty obvious, but as for his tendency to suppress emotions, I find it very situational, as it is for most people. Compared to many manga characters, Rin often turns to his emotions, including as fuel for his motivation. I think it is more correct to say that he experiences deep emotions, but does not so much suppress them as does not openly and in detail demonstrate them. His psyche is in an unstable state and this is also reflected in the fact that his emotions and their expression are in complete confusion. We didn't get much, but Rin was shown in childhood and adolescence before the incident with Sae, so we can say with some confidence that he can express emotions, but now his trauma prevents this.

3. From the previous point, let's smoothly move on to this and talk about the fact that Rin obviously felt the influence of apathy after that quarrel with Sae. We were shown him burned out in relation to football after what I consider it necessary to designate as a full-fledged nervous breakdown. And, as it should be for a healthy psyche, he recovered after that, although in a rather painful way.

So, what do we have in the end: Rin has no pronounced pathological abnormalities in his psyche; we have evidence that he is able to experience and show emotions; he is most likely a melancholic, whose internal processes remain inside, which does not affect the depth of the emotions experienced; he is traumatized and his current mental state cannot be called the norm for his psyche.

Conclusion: Rin is not emotionless, he is traumatized. The conclusion from my previous post has not changed. Thanks for your attention.

In fact, the main purpose of all my arguments is to bring a little clarity to the characters and show that even someone who at first glance seems “emotionless” is actually the same person as someone who is emotional. The expression of an emotion is not equal to the emotion itself. If it helped someone to look at the character from a different angle, then I'm glad.

[lorz-ix]

The whole Megaman Zero/ZX saga

Before getting to each game, since they all have a pretty consistent through-line, I guess I could just get all the common points out of the way first.

All of these games are absolutely magnificent. The spritework is fantastic, the music is really good, the story is- well at least the Zero saga is generally very well regarded. The character designs are some of my favorites from the Megaman series, though that's of course up to everyone's taste. The main point is that there is no real dud among these 6 games, which is rare for a Megaman sub-series.

The slight downside is that they're generally pretty tough games. If you play through them in their original platforms or an emulator, they inexplicably still use limited lives before giving you a hard game over, which makes it very annoying to replay the whole level all the way through again just so you can get a few more attempts at the boss. The modern ports in the legacy collection tried to put a band-aid on this issue by adding checkpoints to all the games, which is a handy solution, but it comes with a couple of issues, like some of these checkpoints having very questionable placements, and due to the way they're coded (like a sort of automatic savestate), it means the game always treats it like you're seeing cutscenes for the first time, so for like the first couple of them you can't skip these sometimes minutes-long dialogue sequences.

Mega Man Zero (2002)

The very first game in this series was somewhat experimental for the franchise, giving the player a home base from which you could freely access previously explored areas, giving it this "metroidvania" feel. I've seen people criticize this aspect, among other things, claiming it didn't fully work as a first attempt, which is fair, but the individual level to level gameplay is still strong, and the story works very well for a first game. Even as the rest of the entries would add changes or improvements, I still really like how this one came out.

The main levels before fighting the bosses are notably short and easy in this one, even if the bosses are just as tough as in any other game. I've seen some criticism towards the weapon level-ups, as something you feel like you need to stop and grind, but I felt it was totally fine as long as I didn't completely neglect to use one of them. The cyber-elves, however, were tedious to collect and level up, considering some of them have very niche uses that you could only use once in the entire game.

As previously mentioned, given it was the first game of the series, the story works very well on its own, and the climax is genuinely one of my favorites.

Mega Man Zero 2 (2003)

Very straight-forward sequel, improving on some of the flaws of the first game but not really changing that much in terms of core gameplay. The level structure and progression is more clear, being the usual Megaman "this level has this boss" kinda deal instead of miscellaneous missions, and overall level design is more interesting than the first game. Plus, the addition of new armors for Zero is a bit of an interesting step for character progression as you progress through the game, even if their unlock conditions aren't exactly clear.

The big thing here is the story. Compared to the first game, they were much more clearly alluding to both the past and the future, teasing where the overarching narrative of this saga was going to lead, which is nice. On one hand, the climax shows an extremely important and meaningful event for the entire mainline Megaman story, but on the other, I kinda didn't like the antagonist. He felt very predictable and generic. So I'm a bit split, it's a fine chapter but it feels very much like a middle step that doesn't stand as well on its own.

Mega Man Zero 3 (2004)

Alright, I'm gonna say it. This is my favorite in the series. It's our first introduction to the main antagonist of the Zero storyline, but the real meat is on the secondary antagonist who we get to fight several times and has, narratively speaking, possibly the best final boss sequence. That alone would be enough to put this game on a pedestal.

But narrative aside, if we're talking quality of life, this is a much bigger leap than 2 was to 1. The cyber-elf system gets a big change, giving you a bunch of "passive skill" elves that you can use through the whole game, as well as the single-use elves you had in the first 2 games. So you get a bit more customization and less of that "I don't wanna use this unless I really need it" feeling. On top of that, the armors from 2 have been turned into separate chips you can equip to get even more skills to change up your playstyle.

Overall this one was easily the best experience.

Mega Man Zero 4 (2005)

The climax of this story, and in a way, of the entire mainline series up to this point. They made a great job setting up the stakes and making it feel grand enough, and wrapping it up with a neat bow at the end. In terms of story, I am very pleased with what I got from this game.

In terms of gameplay, however, I wasn't such a fan. They added a weather system that's an overcomplicated way of giving the player easier or harder versions of stages, but also you better pick the harder ones if you want rewards! This gimmick kinda sucks, as it mostly makes stages more annoying to traverse.

Cyber-elves were revamped again, they're no longer the main collectible, but a single cyber-elf that levels up the more you play. I liked that the system was very easy to understand, but leveling them up adds a layer of grinding that I never wanted to bother with, and the way you can select which passive skills the elf has means you'd never be able to equip certain combinations, so it feels restrictive overall.

The main collectible, however, is the worst. They're scrap pieces you mainly pick up from different enemies, and recipes to use said pieces to craft yourself new equipment. The thing is, if you go through the game normally, there's a big chance you might never have enough to craft most pieces of equipment, so if you want to actually upgrade your character, better get grinding! I had the worst feeling when the final boss was giving me trouble, I looked up some guides and playthroughs online and saw that I was having the hardest time because I didn't grind enough, something that never happened to me in any of the previous games. So yeah, minus points for grinding, no one wants to grind in fucking Megaman.

Fine game as I said but the gimmicks were a big miss in my opinion, I'm glad they didn't come back in the following games. Speaking of.

Mega Man ZX (2006)

Back to basics with a new story and new main characters, this was a very fine game with a very serviceable Megaman story. Unlike the Zero series, they went full "open world" "metroidvania" with this one, which is in one hand fun in its own way, as you unlock new abilities and get to access new areas. On the other, the way the map is structured is kinda atrocious, I needed to look up pictures of the full map online in order to know where the hell to go at various times. It's not fun to comb the whole map trying to find that door you hadn't gone through yet, especially as you discover more and more areas.

The new gameplay gimmick gives you the ability to switch forms as you obtain the actual, in-universe "souls" of old characters like X, Zero, and the main bosses from Zero 1. So in gameplay it's cool, but it's sad to see these characters who had their closure be resurrected for the sake of a gameplay mechanic and some fanservice.

Overall not as cool as the Zero series but it's alright.

Mega Man ZX Advent (2007)

A pretty direct sequel to ZX, despite the brand new main character. Some story threads were left quite blatantly loose after the last game and I liked that they served to justify this duology. I felt the story was a bit less generic and more appealing this time around.

The main gimmick from ZX returns, except on steroids. This time around, the main character can flat out copy the bosses and their abilities. So on one hand, it's a fun experience to get to run around as the bosses themselves, as some have weird and interesting movesets. However, as you still need their abilities to clear obstacles, and there's a ton more transformations this time around, it can be excessive. The first game was pretty clear and concise, with mainly 6 forms, but Advent has well over double that, making it a bit tedious to switch around when you need this form or the other.

I hear this one had a sort of secret ending that I would have never seen because it implies replaying the game a few more times, one that teases a sequel that was cancelled. It's a shame this plot thread was left unresolved, but that aside, I'm not unsatisfied with how this entire saga ended.