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Sugar Cookies(Rise!Donnie x Reader)

A/n: Repost because I originally wrote this on a reblog and it bothered me. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Content Warnings: Fluff, Christmas themed

Words: 1047

Summary: You make Christmas cookies w/ the ROTTMNT guys, and you model your sugar cookie after your purple lover.

The lairs' kitchen smelled absolutely amazing and that was probably attributed to the cookies you and Michelangelo have been working on for the past half hour. Mikey smiled at you as he pulled the last batch of cookies out of the oven, they all looked perfect(except for the one dinosaur one Raph tried to make, it kind of spread out too much, but it wasn’t Christmas-y, so it doesn’t count). You quickly mix the rest of the frosting with their respective colors so everyone could start decorating, and you pull out the rest of the sprinkle containers. “You ready?” You look to Mikey who's putting the fresh cookies out on a wire rack to cool and he nods back at you.

“Let's get this party started!”

As you put the frosting into piping bags, Mikey calls everyone over, handing them paper plates as they walk into the kitchen so they can all start decorating. You take your own plate and grab one of the sugar cookies that’s shaped like a gingerbread man cutout. Donnie taps the table a couple of times to get your attention, and you both lock eyes. He grins and nods to the seat next to him. You roll your eyes at his nonverbal question, and make your way over to sit down next to him.

“Soo, what are you planning on doing?” You ask Donnie, looking down at the ornament shaped cookie he had on his plate. Donnie grins wide at your question and starts to ramble on about how he plans to perfectly decorate his cookie. You hum along as he talks, listening to his explanation as you collect the colors you want. Ready to start working on your own Christmas treat, you take a toothpick from the box in the center of the table and start spreading the green color all over the body of your gingerbread-shaped cookie.

Donnie glances over at your design choice and stops his monologue about his chosen colors to stare down at your cookie in disgust.

“Why, pray tell, are you using green to color your cookie?” His scowl makes you snort and you use the back of your hand to cover your mouth before you start laughing out loud.

“For your information, I have a plan. So boo hoo, I’m using green to color my tiny gingerbread man.” You stick your tongue out at Donnie and continue to spread the green throughout the cookie, trying to keep it as even as possible.

“I, for one, think it looks great,” Raph says, smiling over at you two, “and while it is a strange choice to color your Christmas cookie fully green, I do support you.”

“Thank you Raph, glad to hear someone appreciates my creative abilities.”

Donnie scoffs at you both before he gets distracted by Leo who, like you, is painting his entire cookie one color. Unlike you however, is the fact that his cookie is one, a snowflake, and two, bright pink. You have no idea where he got said color, as you have no recollection of making it when you and Mikey were working on the frosting.

The light conversation being made around you was comfortable background noise for you to work with, but now you purposefully hunched over your cookie a bit to try and hide it from your purple-cladded boyfriend. Mikey looks up at you when you reach across the table to grab the purple. Realizing what you're doing, a big grin comes across his face, and he slides the color over to you. Thanking him, you start on the mask and little accessories of your cookie Donnie.

Mikey kicks you from under the table and you look up at him.

“What?” You mouth to him, trying to draw as little attention to yourself from Donnie. Thankfully Leo was keeping him busy by trying to put some of the pink frosting on Donnie’s cookie and Donnie was attempting to fend him off.

“Goggles?” Mikey mouths back. He understood your want to keep it on the downlow, and you appreciated his compliance.

You shake your head yes and subtly nod over to the jar of rainbow sprinkles. “Two whites together.”

Mikey’s grin widens at your idea and nods thoughtfully. Donnie and Leo had finally stopped their petty fight, so you went back to hiding your cookie from your boyfriend's view. You could tell he noticed with the way he stared at you, but you just grinned innocently at him.

“What are you doing?” Donnie asks, trying to glance over at your cookie. “What, were you so embarrassed about your green cookie that you have to hide it now?”

“Mhmm, yup. Absolutely devastated and completely humiliated that you saw my cookie, so now I must hide it from the world.” You say, sarcasm dripping with every word. Donnie looks unimpressed with your words and rolls his eyes at you.

“Scoff, fine. If you don’t want to show me your hideous cookie, then I shall leave it be. I wouldn’t want to scar myself by looking at such a monstrosity anyways.”

You use the sprinkles to make his face and goggles, adding the finishing touches and cleaning up any wayward frosting. Happy with the result, you start cleaning up your mess. Sliding your cookie back into Donnie’s view, you wait for him to notice. Donnie must’ve sensed your staring, as he glances over at you before looking down at the cookie you made.

“Like my monstrosity?” You tease, throwing the words he used to describe you cookie back at him. You watch as Donnie gently takes the plate it’s sitting on and rotates it so he can see the cookie better.

“It’s me,” He remarks, looking down at the decorated cookie with stars in his eyes. “You made your cookie look like me.”

“Dibs on eating it.” Leo says nonchalantly. You're not sure he’s even seen it yet, as his face is still looking down at his cookie in concentration while he covers it in blue frosting to match the pink.

Donnie picks up a tube of frosting and squeezes it onto Leo’s head in retaliation, calmly wiping the frosting he got on his hands on a napkin before going back to admiring your cookie. You can’t wait to do this again next year.

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Could you write about Jason and his crew trying to summon Demon!Eddie at skull rock on halloween. And they kidnapped the reader because she’s *ahem* a virgin. And Eddie appears but doesn’t appreciate the fact the idiots tried to kill her cause he’s bonded to her. It can be smutty if you want it to but if not that’s okay too

Summoning Part 2

Demon!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 4195

It's a few weeks later on Halloween and Jason Carver, along with a couple of his basketball friends, kidnaps the reader in order to sacrifice her to a demon, little do they know, she belongs to one.

Warning: 18+ Kidnapping, attempted human sacrifice, blood, knives, talk of murder, death, demon summoning, unprotected sex, PinV sex, rough sex, squirting, orgasm denial. (I think that's everything but idk)

A/N: I might have gotten carried away...

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The walk home from school was quiet and cold, typical for Halloween. The sprinkle of rain that was coming down didn’t help much. With my car in the shop and my parents at work, there wasn’t really another choice. 

I was almost home, just a street over when I heard a vehicle pull up slowly beside me. Keeping my head down, I walked a bit faster. 

“Hey, wait up!” I heard someone call. Then they yelled my name and afterward was the sound of a door shutting. 

Hesitantly, I turned to look at who was following me, only to scrunch my face up in disgust at Jason Carver and his posse of boys in his Jeep Cherokee. 

“Yes?” I asked as politely as I could. 

Jason gave me a big smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, I had a question for you actually but I couldn’t find you at school.”

“Okay?” 

“Hey, why don’t you hop into the car, I can drive you home and ask you?” He threw his thumb over his shoulder. 

“I’m good, I can walk.” 

“Oh come on, it gets you out of this drizzle for a few minutes. Come on.” He was encouraging and if I knew anything, it was to not piss off Jason Carver. So, I sighed and gave in.

“Fine, I guess,” I grumbled as followed him to the car where I slipped into the back seat with one of the other boys. “So what was it you wanted to ask me?” 

He grinned at me through the rearview mirror as he put the car in drive. “Are you a virgin?” 

The question came out of nowhere, completely throwing me off guard. I could only stammer out incoherently as I looked around the car at the other boys staring at me. They had the same evil little smile which was plastered on Jason's face as he locked the doors and sped down the road. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I heard him chuckle. “Knock her out.” 

I barely had time to protest when a cloth was roughly smushed over my nose and mouth. I tried to push the hands away from me, but with every second that passed my limbs became heavier. Nausea build up in my stomach and my vision was becoming blurry. What the hell was happening? 

I stopped fighting soon after as a sudden wave of drowsiness hit me. My hands fell limply from the boy who was holding onto me and my head lulled to the side. I could hear them talking around me like I was underwater, everything was muffled before it all went black. 

When I came too, I was cold. Colder than I had been walking home in the rain. Groggily, I tried to move, yet I was met with resistance. I could tell my arms were bound behind me and my legs were the same way. Confused, I tried to pry myself out of the binds but to no avail. Calling out for help wasn’t an option either, considering there was something solved in my mouth. 

“Think she’s awake now Jason.'' I heard a voice from somewhere around me. I swiveled my head in their direction. Opening my eyes to look for the origin of the voice, I was met with darkness. A blindfold. 

I was trapped here, cold, bound, and gagged, what the hell was I going to do? 

My body tensed when I felt a hand gently caress up my arm and to the side of my face. Suddenly the blindfold was ripped away and I could now see. We were deep in the woods, and with a glance to the right, I realized it was Skull Rock, surrounded by trees. It was now night, the stars shown through the tree tops, there was a pretty good-sized camp rife burning closer to the covered part of the rock where the three of Jason’s friends stood. 

With a quick look down, I knew why I was freezing. I had been stripped of my clothes and sat up against a rock. Water droplets from the rain covered my bare skin and I shivered. Jason stood in front of me, arms crossed and eyes dark. 

I tried to say something to him but the gag kept me quiet. Jason just smirked. 

“You might be wondering why you are here. Well, that’s simple really. We need a virgin for our sacrifice and you, lucky for us, were ripe for the picking.” His fingers played with the loose hair which was falling into my face, and I flinched away from him. 

“See that circle?” He asked, taking my chin between his fingers and forcing me to look to my right between us and where the others were standing. There in the clearing was a stone circle, cleared of all leaves and other debris. “We are going to put you in the center and offer you up so that we can bargain with a demon.”

Tears began to prickle at the corners of my eyes. Shaking my head, I began to plead with him through the gag, desperate noises leaving me. I couldn’t die like this, bleeding out of the forest floor so some jocks could have their Halloween fun. 

“Don’t be so dramatic. It isn’t like anyone will miss you, we all know your parents are never around and you have maybe one friend? No one will look for you.” He held my shin tight, forcing me to look up at him. “It’s better this way, isn’t it?” 

A tear finally slipped down my cheek. Jason whipped it away and laughed. “Look at this boy’s, she’s crying. The group laughed loudly and I couldn’t help but cry more. 

What would they do when the ritual didn’t work? I’m not a virgin and I am far from pure since my encounter with my own demon some weeks ago. Would they be angry? Would they torture me if I am still alive when nothing happens? I trembled at the thought of what was to come. 

Jason breathed heavily and looked down at his wristwatch. “It’s almost time boys. Let's get everything ready.” 

Fear struck me at those words. Almost time. I was going to die in a hand full of minutes and there was nothing that could be done, no one that could help. I was deep in the woods, utterly alone. 

My heart was beating rapidly and my breathing was speeding up as well, causing my chest to rise and fall quickly. Jason reached his hand down and grasped my upper arm, jerking me to my feet. 

With my ankles bound with rope and unable to walk, Jason had to lift me into his arms to take me to the stone circle. I tried to push him away with my tied hands, beating away at his chest before he practically tossed me to the ground inside of the circle. 

I groaned in pain when I landed on the ground. Shaking the hair out of my face I pushed myself up into a seated position. More tears were rolling down my cheeks. 

Watching in horror, the three other boys came walking down to the circle with something held in their hands. Squinting my eyes, I was able to tell what they were. Knives. Long sharp kitchen knives, that glinted in the light of both the full moon and the fire behind them. 

They weren't surrounding me yet, so I made an attempt to crawl away but I was soon caught by Jason, who smacked me hard in the face. 

“Don’t do that.” He tutted. “If you fight this, you’ll only make it worse.” He dragged me back to the center of the circle. “Now stay put.” 

I begged in my head, “Please don't let me die, please save me, someone save me.” It didn’t seem to work.  

One by one the four boys took their places around the circle, Knives held by both hands in front of them. Their eyes looked down upon me and my naked body with hunger and something so dark and evil it made me close my eyes and lay back in the dirt. 

There was nothing I could do now. I was corrupted, prying would not help me, and God would not help a forsaken demon fucker. No one was around for miles, so I had no choice but to take what was to come. 

Making an effort to steady my breathing,, I listened as Jason and the others started to chant. Their voices blended together and echoed out into the forest, beyond the trees, and into the void. 

My eyes shot open when I heard the bushes rustling, hoping that it would be someone that could help me, but it was just the wind. Jason was now leaning down, hand stuck out and reaching for my legs.

Grasping them, he took his knife and slit a shallow cut down my left calf. I hissed in pain through the gag. Blood ran down my leg and into the dirt.  Jason backed away and kept chanting. My eyes darted around frantically to each boy and their knives, wondering who would be the next to cut me. 

Then, instantly, they all fell silent. Jason’s voice resonated through the sudden silence. “Okay.” 

That one word was all he said before they all sank to their knees and raised their knives to the sky. It was fixing to happen. I was fixing to be murdered. Frozen in fear and not bearing to watch, I shut my eyes tightly waiting on the pain of being stabbed by four people. 

Yet, that pain never came, only a harsh breeze and the feeling of an electric presence. It was familiar, the energy that now surrounded me. I had only felt it one time before when I summoned the demon myself. 

Curiously, I opened my eyes, surprised to find the same demon I had summoned standing over me. He looked the exact same. Long dark hair, large imposing wings, and scary horns. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from him as he practically growled at the four boys now splayed out in the dirt, their knives no longer in their grasp. 

“You dare to try and sacrifice what is mine?” The demon was dumping as he spoke out. 

Jason’s mouth hung open as he tried to speak. 

“Answer me!” The demon roared, scaring the group.

They all cowered down into the dirt, groveling at the demon’s feet. 

“We-we are s-sorry, we did not know she belonged to you. We just wanted to-to make a deal.” Jason spoke and the others nodded in agreement. 

“Ha!” The demon laughed. “A deal you say? I, unfortunately, do not make deals with those who harm what is mine.” 

He turned away from Jason and leaned down to look at me. His long fingers stroked the heaving flesh of my chest before making his way down to the rope which bound my hands. With one simple touch, the rope fell away. I let out a muffled gasp of relief as he continued down to my legs and did the same to the rope there. 

Now, tears of pure joy were streaming down my face as I rubbed my sore ankles and wrists. Quickly after I was freed, I ungagged myself, opening and closing my aching jaw. 

“Thank you,” I whispered to him so that only he could hear. He did not acknowledge me, only placing his hand over my still bleeding leg and healing it instantly. The feeling was weird, like a million tiny electric shocks happening all at once and then gone the next. My hand shot out to smooth over where the wound had been, completely smooth. 

The demon stood to his full height again and I stayed seated at his feet, not sure of where to go. 

“Now, what to do with you four,” he grinned devilishly and the four cowering boys. “Should I tear you all limb from limb, have some fun, or should I send you straight to the fiery pits of Hell now? Either way, you will not walk away from this spot alive.” 

Not knowing if I could handle watching, much less knowing, he torture these boys, I tugged on the hem of the cloth he had tied around his waist. He looked down at me, face relaxing from the pure rage which fille dit upon looking at my captors. 

“Please, do not torture them while I am here.” I shook my head at him. He gave a short nod before turning back to the boys.

“Very well, it seems you will be spared your mortal punishment, but do not think you will not endure pain for all eternity in the underworld.” 

“No, plea-” The begs of the group were cut short as their bodies were engulfed in flames, their screams taking their place. In just a few seconds all four of the boys were gone, no traces of them left to be found. 

In the now eerie silence of the woods, I could still hear the echoes of their screams as they were transported into the fiery depths. I began to shiver against the warm leg of the demon. The rain had just begun again and I was still naked, he was the only warmth I had. 

“Come here, little one.” He reaches down for me, taking me up in his arms and walking me to the dry spot under the overhanging bolder of Skull Rock and setting me down. The fire was still going and with a snap of his fingers, the fire became bigger and warmer. 

“Thank you.” I sighed into him. He said nothing, only holding me in silence. 

It may be because when I first met him, those many weeks ago, we had only had sex and then he disappeared, but right now he seemed kinder than before. I could not wrap my hand around a demon caring for me, coming to my aid, and then comforting me next to a fire. 

“Why,” I started then paused to look up at him. “Why did you save me?” 

He looked at me, dark, black eyes reflecting our surroundings like a mirror. I tilted my head, encouraging him to talk. 

“You are mine.”

“Yours?” 

“Since we have been bound from our first meeting.” 

“Oh.” 

That was the end of our conversation and I started to shiver more. I really wish I had a dozen blankets. 

The demon’s wings made a whooshing noise as their flared out before they came to wrap around us, keeping the warmth in. Most people would be hesitant to snuggle close to a demon, but right now, he was so warm and holding me so tightly to him, that I didn’t care. 

“Thank you,” I said to him once more, more than grateful that he had come to save me. 

“There is no need for thanks, I am simply protecting what is mine.” He stated matter of factly.

I couldn’t help the pang of heat that his words sent through me. A heat that rivaled even that of the fire in front of us. Now I was hyper-aware of him holding me. The touch of our bare skin on each other, how his hands gripped my skin, massaging where they rested on my hips.

It was like I didn’t care that I had almost died like I just needed him and I would be satisfied. A soft, needy whimper left my lips when he shifted my weight in his arms. My body was growing needier by the second. 

Keening into his chest, I groaned at how my nipples hardened in the chilly night air. I let out another soft whimper when he moved again, causing my legs to spread, and allowing the air to hit the sudden wetness between my thighs. 

Grabbing onto the demon’s arms tightly, I looked into his eyes, pleading. “Please.” 

“Hum? What do you want?” He asked as if he could not tell what it was my whole body was aching for.

“You. I need you.” I gasped out, surging upwards to capture him into a kiss. 

We had not kissed during our first meeting and I am not sure what compelled me to do it now, but it was a kiss to rival all before it. His lips were surprisingly tender against my own and although his teeth were sharp as needles, I could barely feel them as they nipped at me. 

With one hand gripped into the hair at the nape of his neck and the other holding onto one of his horns, I moved my body so that I straddled his legs. Opening my mouth, I let his forked tongue devour my own. The taste of him was confoundingly sweet, like nothing I had ever tasted before. How could this creature, that demon from hell, taste like absolute heaven?

Small moans sounded in my throat as he held me tightly to him, helping to grind my hips into his quick hardening cock. 

Pulling his mouth away from mine, I tried to follow yet he stopped me with a hand on my cheek. “Shall I show you who you belong to?” He questioned and I could do nothing but nod frantically, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock inside of me. “Very well.”

His hand left my cheek and pulled back the cloth which covered him. An involuntary moan came from me as I looked down between our bodies to admire his thickness and length. He was mouth-wateringly perfect, and if I had to admit it, what I dreamed of ever since he ruined me on the living room floor. 

Fucking him again had been all I could think about for weeks. Waiting on him to call upon me to continue fulfilling my service to him.

“Shit,” I hissed when the grinding of my hips caused his cock to barely sweep across my clit. It was aching to be touched and so was I.

“Fuck me, please,” I begged him, writhing in his hold. 

The demon just grinned as he took his cock in hand and slid its head between my slick folds. I trembled as he pushed into my cunt. 

“Nnhg- ah!” I cried out breathlessly, clinging to his shoulders. The stretch of my walls to accommodate him was almost painful, even so, it sent out the most carnal of pleasures through my body. 

I was so close to his face that I could clear the short groans he tried to keep quiet as he began to work my body up and down along his cock. They were so sinful sounding, the noises made a wave of arousal gush around him. 

Everything about him was titillating. Inviting in the most prurient of ways. 

“Faster,” I began to plead with him, moving my hips in his grasp. I needed friction and to feel the head of his cock prodding into the depths of my cunt. “Faster,” I whined again. 

He listened, grabbing tightly onto me and beginning to pound his hips up into me the best he could in our seated position. It was like I could feel him all the way in my stomach as he fucked me.

In my pleasure, my head lulled back, exposing the contours of my neck and arching my breasts into his face. He took this as an opportunity to capture the peaked nipple of my left breast in his mouth. 

The sensation of his split tongue as it played with my nipple was indescribable. It just felt amazing and had me rolling my hips in time with his thrusts. 

As his thrusts became faster and faster it was becoming harder for me to take a deep breath. Moans were flying out of my mouth at a constant rate. Lewd, all-consuming, moans and mewls. To my own ears, I sounded akin to the most debauched and pornographic thing I could imagine.  

My cunt gripped his cock tightly. I needed something more than just him furiously jackhammering into me. Quickly, I reached my hand down between us and began to rub tight circles along my clit. 

The stimulation of my fingers and his cock stirred up the heat within me and had my toes curling and my muscles tensing. I was so close to the end.

“Not yet.” Came the boom of the demon’s voice through the haze of my desperation. 

I shook my head frantically. “No, please, please.” My head shot forward to rest on his broad chest. I needed to cum, I couldn’t wait. 

“Not yet.” He commanded again, voice deeper, more authoritative. 

Tears of frustration started to pool in my eyes and a clammy sweat broke out over my body. I was trying so hard to hold back. My fingers stopped playing with my clit, only circling it every once in a while. IT was too sensitive to be touched too much or else I would have no choice but to let myself go. 

“A-aahh! Please,” I wailed into his chest. My hand which still held his shoulder, clawed at the skin as I refrained from succumbing to my own pleasure. 

“No.” He grunted out. 

The demon moved his hands, wrapping one arm completely around my waist as he took us from his seat and laid me on the ground. Then, his hands went to my thighs, pushing them up and into my chest. 

At this new angle, it was like I could feel every vein in his cock as he pushed into me. Screaming in pure ecstasy, I strained against him. Cunt convulsing and clenching, as if it both wanted to keep him inside of me yet also push him away. 

My body was moving of its own accord, squirming and writing in his stronghold. The slap of his skin on my ass and thighs sent a pleasant sting through me which added to the mountain of pleasure that was seconds away from toppling. 

His assault on my cunt was faster now that he was aiming down rather than up. The push of his cock into the very deepest parts of me would now be considered a stab. 

“Ah- ahhh- ahhh!” I needed something to grasp onto, something to tether me to the earth as I felt like I would fall over the edge at any given moment. The pressure was at a tipping point and it almost felt as if my cunt were going to explode. “Please,” I moan. “I need to cum. Let me cum, please.” 

Tears ran down my face as we looked one another in the eye. He did not give into my please ad he forcefully spread my legs and reached his hand down to my folds. He wet his fingers with the abundant slick and began to flit his fingers from side to side over my clit. The new, unforgiving, friction had my back completely arching off the ground. 

“Now.” He stated simply, grunting when my body went rigid. The pressure which had accumulated in my lower abdomen was finally released after a long time of being built up and held off. 

“Aaahhhh!” A scream ripped from me. I could feel the wetness of my arousal, hear it even, as it gushed out of me in a stream, hitting the demon in the stomach and flowing down both of our bodies. He did not stop driving his hips into mine as I came around him.  

My body shook as I cried out in pain, pleasure, and relief. His constant thrusts were becoming less constant and more carnal-minded as he came closer and closer to his own release. 

“Yes- ah, yes,” I mumbled, reaching out to him as he began to slow to a stop, his own seed spilling into me, filling me up. 

His body dropped on top of me, although, his arms held most of his weight off of me. “You are forever mine little one. Do not forget that.” The growl of his voice sent a shiver through me. 

I nodded in response, shining contently, settling tiredly into the forest floor. He leaned his face in closer to mine and capture my lips with his own. If I was not so warn out, I would have jumped in surprise at him initiating the kiss.  

It was a deep kiss. One which held a surprising amount of emotion at least for me. I should not be falling for a demon, even if he saved me from certain death. And surely a demon should not be falling in love with me, a human. 

When he pulled away I gazed at him through lidded eyes, smiling. “Thank you.” I yawned. He said nothing, he just silently watched me as I slowly drifted off to sleep surrounded by the warmth of him and the fire at our side. 

I do not know how I ended up back in my house, fully dressed in my pajamas, and snuggled up in my bed the next morning, but I was unbothered by it. The only thing that was on my mind was when I would see my demon again.

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Date night

PAIRING | Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.8K

SUMMARY | Bucky asked you out on a date and is pulling out all the stops to make the night absolutely unforgettable. He is the absolute perfect gentleman during the date, until both of you return to his apartment, and things get steamier than expected, but neither of you is able to wait any longer.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. The lightest sprinkle of angst, smut [ protected sex, implied aftercare ].

A/N | This one shot is part of my Teachers Universe AU, but can be read as part of the story, or a standalone one shot! I was originally going to split this into two parts but I ultimately decided against it, so here's an extra long fic for you all to enjoy! 🖤

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Tonight is the night you're finally going on your date with Bucky, and he promised you it would be the most unforgettable night you would ever experience - apart from the birth of your son maybe. Joy and Sam were more than happy to watch Luca for the night, and he was excited to have a sleepover with Junior. You and Bucky decided to keep the fact that the two of you are going on a date a secret for now, since the two of you want to explore what the attraction is between both of you. It is very obvious there is a sexual one, but after talking about it, the two of you want to know if there's more than just that, and tonight will be the perfect opportunity to do just that.

All he told you is that he would pick you up on his motorcycle, and the thought of that alone already had you dripping, but of course, you didn't tell Bucky that. God, you've always enjoyed it when men - or women for that matter - can ride a motorcycle, and now would be your chance to be on the back of one with the most gorgeous man you've ever laid eyes on. You bought a new outfit for your date, and even though it is far out of your comfort zone, you're willing to risk it to impress Bucky, and maybe see his jaw end up on the floor when you open the door for him soon.

Your make-up is a bit darker than what you usually put on, but you want to continue the vibe of the outfit through, and your hair is hanging loose around your shoulders. Just when you're packing some of your essentials into your purse, you hear Bucky knock on your door, and you're trying to calm yourself a little instead of running to the door and jumping into his arms. When he knocks again you're pulled from your thoughts, and that's when you finally open the door, seeing Bucky in front of you with the most gorgeous bouquet of sunflowers. ''Hi,'' you say shyly as you take them from him, and you step aside to let him into your apartment.

''Hi doll,'' he says as he leans in to kiss you on your cheek, but he doesn't get too far when he notices what you're wearing, and he stops dead in his tracks. ''Fuck-'' is all he gets out before tearing his eyes away and walking into your apartment, so he can find something to hide the fact that he's getting hard at the sight of you looking like that. He goes to sit on the couch and tries to sit strategically so you hopefully won't notice that the pillow is a bit out of place, as he thinks of anything he can to turn soft again. ''Are you okay?'' you ask from the kitchen where you're putting the sunflowers in a vase, ready to be put on the dinner table and to brighten up the room.

''Yeah, f-fine,'' he mutters as you walk in, and you're not helping. You walk over to Bucky and sit next to him on the couch, which isn't helping him in the slightest, and he's only getting harder, to the point where it starts to physically hurt. ''I-, uh, doll, this might sound a bit- weird...'' he starts, not sure how to continue. ''But uhm, could you- do you mind putting on a different shirt? Because I'm extremely turned on right now, and I'd like to go on the date instead of staying here and just... you know, sit here awkwardly,'' he says, turning bright red from the tips of his ears down to his chest. You just chuckle lightly. ''Of course, Bucky, it's no problem. But I think I might save this top for later though,'' you say with a wink, and you get an awkward smile from Bucky in return.

You decide to change your outfit completely and get a little bit of a less risky outfit this time, but it still shows off every single curve of your body beautifully. When you walk out of the bedroom and into the living room again, you can hear Bucky let out a sigh of relief, mainly because he's finally managed to get himself back to his soft stage again, and not the incredibly painful state he was in not too long ago. He gets up and you can finally take in his outfit, which is so different from his day-to-day outfits, but it makes him look even more gorgeous than he already is. His hair is in a low bun, a few strands hanging out at the front which he keeps tucking behind his ears.

''I- I'm sorry for that, doll,'' he says with his flushed cheeks, and you walk up to him, taking his warm cheeks into your hands. ''It's okay, in all honesty, I was kind of expecting a reaction like that,'' you say as you chuckle softly. ''But this outfit is way more comfortable anyway, so I'm glad I got changed,'' you say and you stand on your tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on the edge of his jaw, right on his stubble. ''You cheeky little doll,'' he says as he pulls you in for a hug, and it feels like you never left those strong arms to begin with. ''I'm just glad you're being honest with me, I don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable with telling me how you feel,'' you say and he nods. ''Same goes for you, doll,'' he says, placing a kiss on your cheek this time.

''Are you ready to go? I have made a reservation for us and it would be horrible if we were late,'' he says and you nod. ''I'm ready,'' and you grab your purse, walking out the door with your hand interlaced with his. When the two of you reach his bike, you can see brought you a helmet too, but he had it made especially for you by Steve, one of his best friends. When he handed it to you, you could see the beautiful sunflowers painted on there, which happen to be one of your favorite flowers, and it suddenly made sense why he brought a bouquet of them for your date. ''Oh my god, Bucky, I love it so much!'' you exclaim as you pick it up, looking it over in awe. ''I hoped you would, I asked my friend, Steve, to paint them on,'' he admitted with a bit of a flush on his cheeks.

''I'm glad you did,'' you say as you lean in to kiss him on the cheek, but he's quite a bit taller than you so you have to pull him down to reach, making him giggle. His stubble tickles a little and you quickly pull away which makes him laugh fully now, and it's a sight to behold in all honesty. You never want him to stop laughing when he does it like that like he's carefree and you're the only thing that exists in his world - which right now honestly isn't that far from the truth. He gets the helmet from your hands and tucks your hair behind your ears before putting it on and closing the clasp underneath your chin. His fingers brush past the edge of your jaw and you feel little bolts of electricity at the slight touch, making you gasp slightly and your eyes close shut immediately at the feeling.

This honestly does something to Bucky, but he decides not to act on it now, because he knows that if he does, the two of you would never make it to your reservation and the rest of your night for that matter. He quickly retracts his hands and puts on his helmet, trying to distract himself a little so he won't do anything stupid. ''Ready to go, doll?'' he asks and when you nod, he swings himself over his bike first, and afterward, you're climbing on, holding onto his waist tightly. You lean forward a little bit so your front is plastered to his back, and Bucky just smiles to himself, knowing you can't see him. Little does he know, you're doing the same thing, and before you know it, Bucky's taking off towards the restaurant.

When the two of you arrive at the restaurant, you step off and Bucky quickly takes off his helmet, so he can help you with yours, and his fingers unbuckle the strap with ease, knowing he must've done that countless times by now. ''So, Steve knows about you taking me on a date?'' you suddenly blurt out, because you couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he had the helmet beautifully decorated just for you. ''I, uh, yeah. I hope you don't mind that I told him, but he's a great artist and I wanted to surprise you. I told him about you a little bit and he was very happy for me- for us, actually,'' he tells you, and now you feel bad for bringing it up like that. ''I'm sorry for bringing it up like that, of course, it's okay that you talk to your friends about your dates-'', you start before getting interrupted.

''Date, doll. Just, date. I'm not going on dates with anyone else, haven't for a long time until I met you. You awakened something in me that I can't explain,'' he says, his pupils slightly blown at the thoughts he's having. ''There's no one else I've felt about the way I feel about you, not in a long time at least. And I'm more than happy to explore this with you if you'll have me. But right now, we need to go in, doll,'' he says as he grabs your hand and leads you into the restaurant. It is a bit of a rugged-looking restaurant, and when you're seated, you realize Bucky brought you to a steakhouse. You mentioned once in passing how long it has been since you visited one, and you didn't expect him to remember, but it feels amazing that he did, it makes you feel special.

During dinner, the two of you talk a little more about his friends, and you find out he's good friends with Sam, the father of Luca's best friend Junior. ''Want to know something funny? Luca and Junior are the best of friends, and he's currently at a sleepover at their house! And Joy is my boss at the vet clinic, which makes this world feel small right now,'' you say and you can't stop laughing. You haven't felt this good in a long time, and you don't even remember the last time Steve made you feel this happy - you left him for good reasons after all. Bucky enjoyed seeing you this happy and when the moment felt right, he just placed a soft, small kiss on your lips, which took you by surprise, but you didn't show it. To everyone around you, it looked like 2 people in love just sharing a cute moment, and you were thankful for that.

When it is time for dessert you look over the menu, and can't seem to decide what you want, and it shows on your face. ''Doll, is everything okay?'' Bucky asks when he looks up from his menu. Your face turns red, and you suddenly get very shy and look away from him. Steve never liked it when you were indecisive and told you that many times, using not-so-nice words most of the time. ''Y-yeah, I'm fine,'' you say and your voice sounds small, making Bucky even more worried and he reaches for your hand over the table. You put yours in his and he closes his metal fingers around yours, and you sigh at the cooling feeling of the metal around your hand. ''You know you can tell me anything right? I don't ever want you to feel uncomfortable or feel like you can't talk to me. But only if you want to, I won't force you into talking about anything you're not comfortable with,'' he says, and you feel tears welling up in your eyes at his words.

''I-, I'm so sorry,'' you start and you're trying your hardest to keep your tears inside. ''It's just... he never liked it when I couldn't decide what I wanted, so if I ever showed any signs he would- he would withhold sex for at least a week,'' you whimpered out, trying to stay strong in the restaurant, but you were failing miserably. ''Oh my god, I knew he was an asshole already, but that just makes him a hundred times worse,'' Bucky says through gritted teeth, his Vibranium hand clenching and unclenching constantly underneath the table. All Bucky could think at that moment is 'If I were married to you, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you, let alone withhold myself from being buried inside you every single minute of every day'.

All you do is nod and wipe away your tears in the hope your make-up still looks okay, but you just excuse yourself for a minute to go to the bathroom. ''It's okay doll, take your time. I'll be here when you come back,'' he says, a sad smile showing on his face as you get up, and walk to the bathroom. A waitress subtly followed you, trying to see if you were okay if Bucky did something wrong or maybe hurt you. ''I'm sorry if I'm overstepping here, but I wanted to see if you're okay,'' she says, and you turn your head to the soft voice coming from the woman. ''Uh, yeah. I'm sorry. It's not what you think, he's being a true gentleman, we're on a date together. I just had a bad memory of my ex-husband that broke me,'' you explain, and she walks over to you.

''Do you mind if I touch you? I just want to calm you down a little bit,'' he asks and you nod, giving her a small smile and she places her hand on your back rubbing soft circles. It helps you calm down a lot, and you're starting to feel a lot better. ''Again, I'm so sorry. I don't mean to keep you from your work,'' you say apologetically. ''It's no problem at all, I know it sucks to have an ex-husband who treats you like crap, I've gotten divorced three years ago actually,'' she says, and you turn to her fully now, and you hold out your arms to get the hug you so desperately crave right now. ''I'm so sorry to hear that,'' you say, and you realize you never even got her name.

''This may be weird to ask now, but I don't even know your name... So uh, what's your name? I'm Y/N,'' you say and the two of you burst out in laughter together, which Bucky overhears and it does calm him a little. ''Yeah no, it's okay, I didn't even think about it! My name is Aurora,'' she says and you gasp at the fact that she has a beautiful name. ''I love your name, Aurora. Did you maybe want to get a drink sometime and talk shit about our exes? It's okay if you don't want to, but you seem like a really fun person,'' you ask, suddenly getting a little nervous since you're not usually this forward with people you don't know. ''I'd love to, if you leave your number with Natty, the hostess, she can give it to me after work,'' she offers and you agree.

''Thank you so much, but I think it is time for me to go back to my date, otherwise he might think I'm leaving him or something!'' you joke, and the two of you give each other one more hug before walking out into the dining room when you're all cleaned up again. Bucky gets up from his chair to pull yours out, and it makes your cheeks heat up a little, he's very thoughtful. ''Welcome back doll, are you feeling a little better?'' he asks, and you nod. ''Yeah, I'm so sorry I had to leave you like that,'' you sigh, but Bucky doesn't mind. ''It's okay, I get it. And besides, it sounded like you made a new friend in there, so I'm glad you feel better,'' he says as he gives you a reassuring smile. You chuckle at the thought of the friend you just made, and you're feeling happy again. Steve is long forgotten and now you're just enjoying Bucky's company.

''So, dessert?'' you ask him and he breaks out a big smile, he always loves how you can think about nothing but food sometimes. ''Sounds good, is there anything that looks particularly appealing?'' Bucky asks as he looks up at you through his lashes, thinking about you. ''Hmm, there is, but sadly you're not on the menu, so I'm going to have to pick something else,'' you joke and you and Bucky laugh, he was thinking the same thing about you. After a few minutes the two of you decide to get a piece of red velvet cake to share, and before you know it it's gone, and you're on your way out. ''Oh, I have to give my number to the hostess, I'll be right back!'' you suddenly say as you rush back inside.

''Excuse me, I'm not sure if Aurora told you this, but she said I could give my number to you for now and you could pass it along to her?'' you said, and Natty, the hostess, nodded. You wrote it down on a piece of paper with another thank you and your name on it, so Aurora knew what it was about. ''Alright, now I'm ready!'' you say as you come back outside, where Bucky is waiting for you. ''Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?'' he says before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him, putting his soft lips on yours in a sweet, light kiss. ''You have, but I don't mind you telling me again if I keep getting kisses like that,'' you tease and the two of you laugh again.

Not long after you're on the back of his motorbike again, and you two are heading to his house tonight, you were planning on staying the night there so you packed some light clothing to wear the next day. He parked his bike in the garage and he let you get off first before putting it on the standard and taking both your helmets off. When yours is off he places his hands on your face again, and he places his lips on yours again, feeling like he can't stay away from them for too long. You happily kiss him back and your arms wrap around his shoulders, your hands resting on his neck. He leans down a little bit and grabs the back of your thighs so your legs can wrap around his waist.

''Bucky, please take me to your bedroom,'' you say as you pull away from him, and it sounds a little bit whiny but you don't mind how desperate you sound at this point. All you need is Bucky, and you want to feel him inside you so badly. He happily complies and walks the both of you to his bedroom, flicking on the light before laying you gently on your back. His hands start roaming over your body, touching everywhere they can reach, and then he starts to slowly undress you. When he reveals the purple lingerie you're wearing his breath catches in his throat, making you feel even more turned on than you already were. ''Bucky, don't stop,'' you say and he snaps back to what he was doing.

It doesn't take long for the both of you to be completely naked, and he is hovering over you as he kisses you softly, slowly, taking his sweet time while his achingly hard cock is resting on your thigh. ''Doll, you're so fucking gorgeous for me like this, I can't wait to be buried inside you,'' he says and he grabs a condom out of the drawer of his nightstand. He doesn't need them all that often, but he's glad he has them regardless. He quickly tears the foil apart and takes out the condom, rolling it onto his thick member without a problem. ''I'll go slow, baby, I promise,'' he says as you look down at him a little bit frowning as you're wondering how he will possibly fit inside you.

Bucky returns to kissing you again as he lines himself up at your entrance, and since you're already soaking wet he doesn't have a single problem sliding into you. At first, he only slides in the tip as he lets you adjust, the gasp you let out is letting him know how good you feel. With slow, small thrusts he slides into you deeper and deeper until he is completely buried to the hilt and he groans at the feeling of your pussy fluttering and clenching around him. ''Fuck, it feels like heaven in your walls, doll,'' Bucky says as he starts thrusting in and out, but you're already close to your orgasm so it only takes a few thrusts for you to come around him, your back arching into him, fists gripping the sheets.

''F-fuck, feels good!'' you say as the orgasm washes over you and Bucky picks up the pace. He is set on giving you one more before he even allows himself to cum, so the pace is starting to get a little more relentless. His flesh hand finds its way to your clit and he rubs small circles over it until you fall apart again with loud moans, and your pussy is gripping him like a vice this time, not wanting to let him leave. ''Jesus, doll, you're so tight around me. Gonna c-cum!'' he groans out and his thrusts get sloppy now, notifying you he's close. Your legs wrap around him and when his lips attach to yours again it doesn't take long for him to cum too.

He pulls out of you and you whine at the loss, but he doesn't go far as he pulls you in for a cuddle. ''I'm right here baby, not going anywhere,'' he says and you smile happily. ''Thank you for everything tonight, you truly made it unforgettable,'' you whisper against his chest after he cleaned the both of you up, and the two of you are both wearing one of his boxer briefs. ''I'm glad to hear that, doll. I can't wait to see what will happen on the next one,'' he says, already thinking about it, and he can't wait. The two of you fall into a peaceful slumber, and your limbs are completely intertwined when you wake up the next morning, he pulled you on top of him during the night and you feel completely at peace like this.

#alternate universe #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes angst

[fangbangerghoul]

(I'm doing this from mobile for the very first time)

Happy Sunday mutuals and fic readers!

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Today I offer you a snippet from a one shot I'm working on! Himbo!Heller 😈

Just a peek at Himbo!Heller one shot! Title still a work in progress:

“Whatcha need Boss?” Heller was sitting on his bench panting from the few reps Ghoul had walked in on. Her eyes were trying to subtly take in his lean muscular figure. Broad shoulders, big hands, and a lovely happy trail that led right to, a thought she tried not to have. She looked back up at the patient Heller, his eyes big and round. She smiled warmly at him, a rare occurrence for her, as a response.

“I was wondering if you wanted to follow me out. I picked up a side gig to snatch some photos for SSN” Ghoul said as she tried to keep her gaze cordial. She felt herself bite the bottom of her lip and mentally she scolded herself for being this way. He was a great companion, a lovely addition to The Lodge since they found Barrette. He originally was going to find more Argos work but Ghoul insisted to keep him around for heavy lifting and random errands they needed to be done.

“Photos?” Heller crossed his arms and leaned back as he spread his legs for comfort. It almost felt like he was purposely making it difficult for Ghoul not to appreciate the sweat that sprinkled his skin from his recent work out in this mini gym. Everyone normally took their turn here in the basement since Ghoul set it up, originally for her and Andreja to spar in, and Heller seemed to frequent it more since he had been planet bound.

“Yeah, just a few snapshots here and there for some pieces they are working on. The pay isn't so bad.” Ghoul took up leaning under the archway trying to seem more casual than she was actually feeling. It had been way too long since she has had some physical contact and right now of all times it was screaming at her to acknowledge it. Heller was looking like a lovely snack for her to gnaw on to hold her over too.

#starfield #starfield fanfiction #himbo #Himbo Heller #Starfield Heller #Ghoul vibes only #starfield bethesda #Fanfic #the coemancer crew #Snippet Sunday #Fang writes #I almost didn't have anything to post fr fr

[lilcatdraws]

Ledger!Joker x Artist!Reader

Headcanons and a tiny oneshot

J is in love with your work. As an artist himself, he appreciates your creativity

He steals buys you more supplies when you need them. Which is such a relief because art stuff is expensive.

He is a huge help when you have art block

On days where he’s at home and not out spreading chaos, J sits down and paints with you. He finds it relaxing.

You draw each other often.

J’s favorite mediums are paint and charcoal because he loves the mess

He encourages you to experiment with new mediums and techniques 

You make sure to tell J how much you love his art and how proud it makes you 

Many J originals have made it to the fridge or on the walls

Speaking of walls, you and J turned your art room into a giant mural that you add onto and paint over regularly. It happened like this:

One day, J came home to you sprinkling paint on a canvas in your studio. He peeked through the doorway to watch your progress. You hit your paintbrush a little too hard and a glob of red paint splattered onto the wall. Horrified, you tried to scrape it off the wall but it was no use. J laughed at your attempts to clean it up. You whipped around to see him standing in the doorway.

“S’okay bunny. I like the paint on the wall. Leave it. It gives it some color.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Actually,” J grabbed a paintbrush and scanned the room, “we could paint this whole room.” 

You gasped. “J, I love that idea!”

The rest of the day, after you moved everything out, you and J devoted your time to painting the walls of the art room. J took one wall and you took another. You decided to take it one patch at a time.

For the first patch, you painted skyscrapers and tall buildings dotted along Gotham’s night sky. J had made something similar on his wall, except his buildings were outlined in fiery red, orange, and yellow, signifying their fate.

You looked up to see what J had painted after that and smiled to yourself. The man had an obsession with clowns and clown related themes so that’s exactly what he painted. Clowns of different sizes, shapes, and styles with many different colors and exaggerated expressions.

For the next patch on your wall, you decided to paint a circus theme. You painted elephants, tigers, acrobats and of course clowns. J loved this painting the most.

In the few remaining hours of the day, you filled up your wall with other unique things and J finished his. As soon as the next morning came, you both got started on the other two walls, filling them up with miscellaneous themes and objects. J’s walls seemed to reflect his personality and your walls reflected yours. His paintings were chaotic and messy. Yours were more refined and elegant.

When the mural was finally finished, you and J looked around the room in awe of how much prettier the room had become. You moved the furniture and supplies back in and plopped down on the beanbag in the corner with J.

You were both smiling and covered in paint. J leaned forward to kiss you.

“Let’s paint the ceiling next.”

#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #heath ledger #the dark knight #j headcanons #lilcat writes

[midwestmade29]

Little Moments 🩵

To Anonymous: Thank you for your request and for following along with my "Broken Promise" story! It means so much to me 🥺 I hope you enjoy what I came up with for your request 🖤 Original Anonymous Request: "Anyway we can get a continuation to “Broken Promises” maybe just moments of The Reader, Christian and the occasional Copeland Family in their married life?"

Disclaimers: None 🙂

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Word count: 1,697

This is the FINAL part to my Broken Promise story! There will be no more continuations or parts/chapters written for it. Any further requests I receive for this story will be deleted. I truly appreciate all the love and support my little angsty number has gotten. It makes me so happy to know that so many of you have enjoyed it 🥰

Read the original story that inspired this request here 🙂

The prequel to Broken Promise can be read here

"Rekindled" is a continuation of Broken Promise and you can read it here

I incorporated some references in this story from the previous ones 🥺 If you’ve followed along so far, see if you can spot them! 🖤

You and Christian have known each other your whole lives and now you’re married. Here’s a little glimpse into the little moments you share together…

“What time are we supposed to be there for dinner again?” Christian asked as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. You leaned your head against his chest, reveling in the embrace while putting the finishing touches on your makeup. 

“6 o’clock, I believe. We can’t forget to bring their souvenirs from the honeymoon with us. I can’t wait to see everyone, especially the girls! I’ve missed them since we’ve been gone,” you explained before turning around and kissing Christian. 

The two of you had just gotten back a few days prior from your tropical honeymoon after having the most beautiful wedding. Your skin was still sun kissed and both of you were still glowing with happiness. If there was a way to stop time and remain in the newlywed phase you’re currently in, you would definitely do it! 

You sat next to your nieces at the dinner table catching up on all the latest and greatest going on in their world. They told you stories about school, the new toys they had gotten, and they made you promise that you and Uncle Christian wouldn’t go on another honeymoon and leave for a long time again! Christian and Adam were lost in conversation about hockey and wrestling while you helped Beth clear the table. 

“Marriage looks good on you and Christian. I’m so happy for the both of you! Now, tell me all about the honeymoon! Feel free to leave out the more intimate details,” Beth complimented. You couldn’t help but chuckle at her last remark!

Christian was running late getting home after his workout at the gym. It wasn’t like him to be so far behind, and it certainly wasn’t doing anything for your nerves. You pulled out your phone and sent your husband a text:

Wifey: Hey, just checking in and making sure you’re okay. I miss you…


•••
Hubby: I miss you too baby! Had to make a quick stop on my way home. Be there in a few.

“What’s in the bag?” you asked curiously as Christian sat it down on the kitchen counter. He playfully swatted your hand away when you tried to open it and you gave him your best pouty face. “Don’t give me that look,” he begged. 

“I wanted to surprise you with a little treat. I know you just started your period, so I thought some ice cream would help,” 

Christian pulled your sundae from the bag first making your eyes light up when you saw what it was! You could blame the sudden tears that pricked your eyes from the hormones that were out of whack due to your period, but really you were so moved by Christian and his attention to detail. 

“You remembered my favorite toppings! I figured you blocked them out after you nearly threw up over my choices as a kid,” you teased. 

“How could I forget? It’s not every day someone orders gummy bears, sprinkles, cookie pieces and chocolate syrup on their ice cream. You’ve always been a weirdo, you know that?” Christian teased back. 

“Yeah, but I’ve always been your weirdo, and this ring on my finger says you’re stuck with this weirdo forever!”

“Seriously, how old are you guys now? I feel like we’re kids back at mom’s house again! How do I keep finding myself in the middle of your stupid little arguments?” you sighed as you stood in between your brother and Christian. “Stop being dummies or else this time I’ll kick both of you in the shins!” 

The 3 of you broke out in laughter when the memory of you as a young girl said the same thing to Adam and Christian when you were kids. The tension between your brother and husband quickly dissipated and they ended up apologizing to each other after they talked through their disagreement. 

“You’ve always been wise beyond your years, sis. Thanks for keeping us knuckleheads in check all these years. I’m pretty sure you saved our friendship more than once since we’ve known each other,” Adam’s sentimental moment was cut short when you lightly kicked him in the shin even though him and Christian had already made up.


“Ow! What was that for?!” he asked while rubbing his leg. “Sorry big bro, Christian is my husband now. He gets automatic immunity from my shin kicks.” You chuckled to yourself as you walked out of the room, leaving the two boys behind. 

“She’s the most beautiful little spitfire, isn’t she?” Christian said admirably as he smiled and followed you.

It took several months of planning, but the big family vacation you had been looking forward to for so long was finally here! There was 7 of you traveling between Adam, Beth and your nieces, your mom, and you and Christian. You had rented a beach house big enough to fit all of you, complete with a game room and a private pool. The sound of the waves crashing onto the sand could be heard from every balcony or open window, and you knew the views were going to be stunning no matter the time of day. Once everyone was settled into their rooms, the 7 of you headed to the beach for a little stroll before going to dinner. You and Christian walked hand in hand along the shoreline, Adam and Beth had stopped to take a couple pictures, and your mom and nieces were ahead of all of you digging through the sand for seashells. When you looked up at Christian, you could tell he was lost in thought.

“What are you thinking about baby? Everything okay?” you asked softly. Christian shook his head as if it would snap him back into the present moment, and what he spoke next made your heart melt, “Everything is great, wonderful actually. I was just thinking about how grateful I am to be here with everyone. I hate that it took so long for you and I to make our way back to each other, but I’m just so damn lucky that you gave me another chance.”

The week at the beach went by all too fast, but you made memories with your family that will stay with you forever. Every day was filled with endless laughter and so much love! From chasing seagulls and playing in the sand with your nieces, to having a date night with Christian, Adam, and Beth while your mom watched the girls, to taking family pictures with everyone at sunset on the beach, this was one vacation for the history books!

You and Christian just had your first fight as a married couple. Sure, you’ve had arguments and little spats over the years, but this one felt different. You weren’t kids anymore and couldn’t tell him to “stop being a dummy” like you used to. Now you had to talk and apologize to move past it. Both of you took some time to cool off so neither of you would say something you would regret later on. You chose the bedroom and stayed in there for about an hour while Christian went to his office. As you thought over the things you were fighting about, your need to be right dissolved and you began to see things a little more clearly. During your time in the bedroom, you went to your closet and started to look for an old storage box and smiled once you found it. Inside the box held old mementos from your childhood. Pictures, trinkets, old cards, and other keepsakes that you had collected and held on to from Christian. You pulled his old Sting wrestling figure from the box and read over the note that was still taped to his chest that Christian wrote to you after you broke your wrist as a kid,

To Y/N,

You better be more careful next time! I’m letting you borrow Sting, but I want him back the minute your wrist is healed.

-Christian

P.S.- I’m glad you’re okay. Can’t wait to sign your cast.

You couldn’t help but to chuckle at how authentically Christian his words were in the note. Brash with a hint of sweetness! An idea came to mind about how you can break the ice with him and apologize for your part of the argument.

“Come in,” Christian called out after you knocked on his office door. You didn’t step inside, you only held out your arm as you stood behind the door with the Sting wrestling figure in your hand. When Christian didn’t notice your arm, he told you to come in again as he spun around in his chair. “Oh, what’s that?” he asked. When you finally stepped into the room fully, you handed the wrestling figure to him so he could get a better look. “Wow, I didn’t know you still had this! Weren’t you supposed to give this back to me once your wrist healed? I think it’s been healed for a while now,” he teased with a smile on his face. “You even have the note still!”

“Yes, I do but this one is different. Open it up and read it,” you suggested. With an eyebrow raised, Christian pulled the note off Sting’s chest and read over the words you wrote to him,

To Christian,

I’m sorry for earlier. Here’s a peace offering, your Sting wrestling figure. I want him back after we kiss and make up though.

-Your wife,

Y/N

P.S.- I’m glad you’re my husband. I love you so much!

Christian sat the wrestling figure and note on his desk and opened his arms to you. His embrace was warm and comforting and everything you needed in that moment. He kissed the top of your head and murmured against your hair, “I’m sorry too, baby. Forgive me?” You nodded your head yes and he squeezed you tighter. “So um, now that we made up, how about that kiss?”

“Not so fast, sir! We still need to talk about it, but I’ll allow a kiss on one condition,”

“And what’s that?” Christian asked curiously.

You snaked your arms around Christian and picked up the wrestling figure, “Give me back Sting!”

#christian cage #jay reso #captain charisma #instant classic #christian4peeps #aew #all elite wrestling #fanfiction #fanfic #christian cage fanfic #aew fanfiction #christian cage fanfiction #adam copeland #christian cage x f/reader #christian cage x y/n #adam edge copeland #rated r superstar

[pikespendragon67]

Well, the ParaLive anime certainly…ended

Not sure if I feel like getting screencaps so I’ll post my thoughts below

Pros:

-I liked seeing Haruomi being more proactive in investigating why Paradox Live came back & him reclaiming Chisei’s medal from Scientist-kun

-The idea of Phantometals being sentient metal that could only thrive on trauma makes for some great sci-fi horror

-Episode 3’s my favorite. I’m biased towards TCW as a group as a whole, but the full episode really showed their dynamics well

-1st episode’s set up & animation was great

-I actually like the hot springs episode since that gives the characters room to breathe outside of the stage battles

-Shiki getting his own gospel part of the rap to save Kanata was nice

-On that note, Fadeaway was a great original song that worked in place of Rooftop

Cons:

-Holy shit AKYR got screwed over hard in terms of story. I think the member with the most development was Satsuki. Iori could’ve also investigated behind the scenes with Zen and that would be how they found out about Shura. They even had a repeat of their main dance sequence. Poor guys. I appreciate more Hokusai screen time but him just telling important moments could’ve been better presented

-Yeaaaaaaaah the 3D animation definitely downgraded after episode 1. I was willing to look past TCW’s for, again, bias, but every group aside from BAE felt stiff. I know the focus is their Phantometal illusions & raps, but I feel like they could’ve used the music video visuals as reference. Episode 12’s was just wonky

-Scientist-kun as I call him I felt had promise as a villain but he went nowhere. If he was going for the benevolent savior route a la Maruki I could understand why he’d want to “become one” and forget all traumas. Or if he was batshit insane and thought that trauma powered Phantometal could act as an energy source. That could’ve worked in the Yeon Conglomerate’s favor, and they could get trauma easily through a group like the Suiseki. Hell if he turned out to be Chisei trying to bring back the old days that would’ve been great for the endinf!

-so. nayuta was in a coma but then just. popped up at the end. He did that in the audio dramas, sure, but I was kinda hoping Shura would bust in and save him

-aside from shiki we never got TCW’s traumas did we. Or Zen’s.

-I feel like this adaptation should’ve either stayed completely faithful to the audio dramas (probably have an OC that’s like an interviewer to act as the surrogate audience) or did their own thing entirely. They tried to mix both and it felt jumbled/rushed as a result. Granted, can’t expect 24 episodes in 1 season these days, unless we’re REALLY lucky, but I would’ve had like 3 episodes dedicated to each group with some sprinklings of lore in the background myself. 1 episode to introduce the group, and 2 episodes for their stage battles (with possibly in between times to show the inner workings of AT)

-And now for the elephant in the room: boy howdy was this BAE focused way too much! Specifically Allen. Again I know we need a lead, but lessons were recycled because of this focus and it felt silly at the end to rap at blob Kanata. like sir as a distinguished fan of hip-hop how do you not know what trap music is

Overall I know for a fact if a season 2 is made that the new groups are going to be screwed over big time in spite of 1NM8 being relevant for AT, Amprule for BAE, and GokuLuck being in the finals for Road to Legend!!!!!!!!

#long post #pikes rambles #paradox live spoilers #paradox live #spoilers

[lizzardtales]

Inspired from thesepinkteeth (twitter and instagram), please check out her original piece. This is about my dog. It's primarily chronic illness and mental illness with a sprinkle of neurodivergency. Both lean into each other, how I experience things won't be how someone else does. I try to be a better person every day and fix problems and such, but things still happen. Spesh with my neurodivergency sometimes I won't even notice, it's my job to try and not be shit about it. My head wouldn't as bad if my body wasn't shit out all the time. I've tried personifying my dog before, but I could never capture it correctly in one image. I don't post about what's up with me, but this felt like a good, healthy outlet.

Please check out part one. Look after yourself. Find the little joys to get you through the day. You have people who care about you :) <3 I love all my friends and family, I really appreciate everyone's patience with me.

(hopefully tumblr auto shortens the post sorry if its massive on ur dash)

#i have a dog #mental illness #chronic illness #comic #blood #gore #eating #teeth #dog

[laminy]

Thank you for the tag @merriell-allesandro-shelton!!

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

How many works do you have on ao3?

Apparently 74! I'm not sure how that's possible but okay! Not what I was expecting. That's like twice as many as I thought.

What's your total ao3 word count?

2,178,053

What fandoms do you write for?

The works that I have posted on AO3 are for Bohemian Rhapsody Actor RPF, BoRhap/Queen, Ted Lasso, 13 Reasons Why, Teen Wolf, 6 Underground, Midsomer Murders, and Shazam. Pre-AO3, I wrote in a lot of other ones. Hypothetically, I write for Gran Turismo, but I've never finished any of those fics lol.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. I'm breathing in the chemicals (Teen Wolf) 2. and you know you don't have to go (Ted Lasso) 3. Fear and Self-Loathing in Beacon Hill (Teen Wolf) 4. you're the sunflower (Ted Lasso) 5. into the blue and sunny morn' (BoRhap Actor RPF)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, absolutely! I appreciate when people comment and I like the interaction.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I try not to have angsty endings! All my angst is sprinkled throughout the story (maybe more than sprinkled lol) and then they get a happy ending.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Since most of my fics have happy endings, I don't know what the happiest of the happy endings would be. Probably a fic in the ITBASM-universe, because I tried to make them all very happy (they deserved it).

Do you get hate on fics?

I did get a couple hateful anons on here in my day but they didn't stick around. Thankfully I've avoided much of that (knock on wood).

Do you write smut?

I do, I do. All M/M, though for my original NaNo story I'm apparently going to be attempting M/F and idk how that's gonna go lol.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've written two 6 Underground x Midsomer Murders crossovers because Ben and Gwil.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of! I hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I'm also not sure I'm aware of any.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not! I'll be honest that I really don't know how it works and I'm kind of a solitary creature in that regard. so, I don't know that it would be my vibe.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Everrrrrr? Oh my gosh I don't know if I could pick. According to my AO3 bookmarks, apparently it's Joe/Nicky from The Old Guard but I don't think so (and for the most part I avoid that fandom these days). I don't know, ever???? I still can't decide. I'm too finicky. I will say that a ship that I will always love and I go forever without reading and then I'll be in that mood again is Eggsy/Harry from Kingsman. Like, they're the old stalwart.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Probably those Gran Turismo fics I mentioned above.

What are your writing strengths?

I would say dialogue but I don't know if anyone would agree. I find it the most fun, so I enjoy it.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't know how to describe what people look like, because 99.9 of stuff I write is fanfic and readers already know what those characters look like, so that whenever I attempt anything original, I don't know how to naturally include some idea of "this person has brown eyes and is very tall." I see it done so badly sometimes and I just try to avoid that.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have done it before sparingly. Different languages, I know fics I've done have included French, Spanish, Dutch, German, and Arabic. For most of them, I use Google Translate. for the Arabic, I watched YouTube and tried non-Google Translate sources. for the French, some of it I knew myself and wrote it as I know it (I am not fluent in French). I would never write an entire fic in another language but I think including other languages is fun and rounds out the characters.

First fandom you wrote for?

Probably shockingly, it was Friends. A friend and I wrote it together in the fifth grade. Handwrote it, actually. We had a notebook that we passed back and forth.

Favorite fic you've written?

Overall, every ITBASM fic because it's like, my universe, my world, my characters, and it covered so much time (and space, ha). I don't know that I could pick an individual fic.

#i was tagged #writing #ao3

[pippin-katz]

RWRB Essay Part Fourteen: Final Thoughts & Cake

Word Count: 566

Congratulations if you've read this far! I did not expect this essay to be as long as it was, but everything I wanted to say needed more explanation, which led to more branch offs, and that's why I ended up sectioning it.

I can safely say that I absolutely adore this movie. I am going to be watching it on loop for the next couple days since I have the house to myself for the weekend.

This movie is definitely its own entity. It is unique from the book, and should not be judged by how "accurate" it is. It's a different telling of the story, and a fantastic one. It deserves to be appreciated, and gushed about.

If anyone tries to bring you down with their negativity towards this film, ignore them. I don't mean people who are politely providing valid criticism. I mean those people who have been basing their opinions entirely on how the movie compares to the book, and deciding that any changes made automatically makes it inferior. The people who are ignoring all of the fantastic aspects of the movie because they're so wrapped up in their own head.

I'm finishing this off with that reminder, that the movie is not trying to be the book. Please keep that in your mind when you watch it. For those who may have felt a similar feeling of unsatisfaction after watching it for the first time, rewatching with this as your focus may allow you to find what you were missing from the experience before.

To put it into a simple metaphor, Red, White, & Royal Blue is a cake. Yes, I'm aware of the irony, but it works very well here.

Let's say that the base story of Red, White, & Royal Blue is a chocolate cake.

The book can be a chocolate cake, with buttercream between the layers, pink icing, and sprinkles. The movie can be a chocolate cake with chocolate mousse between the layers, blue icing, and flowers.

They are both chocolate cakes. They are the same and different at the same time. Most people are going to have a preference, but that does not mean you can't enjoy both.

You have two chocolate cakes! It's a win-win!

And to the people who are simply trashing this movie, I'd like to stop and ask you something. How is it that the original author, and creator of these characters and story, approves and loves this adaptation, but you can't?

I'm an author myself, and I'm fiercely protective over my characters and ideas, and immediately get my claws out when someone suggests a major change I disagree with or a false interpretation of it.

Casey themselves has said basically the same thing I did at the start of this when I explained that the movie exists separately to the book, and they love it. If the original creator loves it, sorry, but I really don't give a damn what you have to say about its "accuracy".

To everyone else, remember to try and not let people's negativity influence you too much. If you love the movie, you don't need to justify it. You're allowed to.

Thank you for reading this. Seriously, fucking congrats if you made it this far. I'm expecting this to get like no notes and still spent an entire day writing this lmfao

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#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb book #rwrb thoughts #rwrb spoilers #alex claremont diaz #taylor zakhar perez #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #nicholas galitzine #matthew lopez #firstprince #history huh #bet we could make some

[idoodle2draw-marquer]

Oh no my deepest apologies I adore your art especially your original content I just couldn't for the life of me remember how I came across you! I always assumed it was the splatoon content you make in general though I don't follow a lot of splatoon blogs to know if I saw a reblog of your stuff from there and came to your blog I love seeing your stickers of the month with the lot of character expressions, your original designs fan ocs or original characters altogether, and the lore of your characters I see sprinkled around I'm sorry,, I just got excited to realize how I found/followed you is all I remembered I was in some splatoon oc/salmonoid tags and found you and thought you were really neat especially looking through all your artwork I think your art style is especially sick (complimentary) and its only because I'm not on tumblr much have I been able to afford the time to dig down into your stuff I always wanted to commission you or donate to your kofi but I always felt I'd come off as rude because I wasn't sure what was acceptable to commission or how much a decent kofi donation would be if I tried but,, I came off as not just rude but offensive so I'm sorry about that, I take responsibility for how I came off initially I'm not here just for one single oc otherwise I wouldn't be following still I just found you because of him and when I remembered how I found you I got excited is all I'm sorry for saying it like I was ignoring the rest of your work

my apologies as well for misunderstanding your message ;_; i got so used to actual non-compliments due to being a multi-fandom artist and also having like the 1 sexy character among all my tacky designs haha [my veteran followers know who he is] i stopped answering inbox messages for a reason fjdgsgshfj

and apologies for putting you on the spot over it x,x!!

you'll be seeing more if him soon, he's been most of what i draw at work hehe

i appreciate you reaching out and explaining it- i feel bad for reading your initial message incorrectly! depression brain really loves to bring out the negatives in words and i've been struggling with it this winter season especially 💔

thank you for appreciating my work though, its fun to see how people find me and Snap is a delightful reason x) i love him so much

to make up for it here's a sketchpage of him i wasn't gonna post initially!

to answer your question-ish thingy, i no longer take commissions but it means a lot that you would if you could!! donations are always appreciated but never necessary 🤍 apologies again, i know its disappointing to find you can't commission an artist you wanna, i simply don't have the time or will for it anymore ;3;

#ask #inbox #answered #sorry for the misunderstanding!! #i'm so bad with words i can't read #seaonsal depression am'i'rite #Snap #Salmonid #salmon #fish #Splatoon #Splatoon Salmonid #furry #furry art #scalie #iDoodle2Draw #iD2D #art #artwork #drawing #traditional drawing #sketch #sketchpage

[yuexuan]

[Review] 这该死的求生欲

Title: 这该死的求生欲 This Damned Thirst for Survival

Author: 望三山

Length: 224 chapters + 13 extras

Rating: M

Tag: Book transmigration, supernatural, teacher-student relationship, mystery, enemies-to-lovers

Summary [taken from novel updates]:

《Devil》 tells the story of Chi You, the protagonist shou, who was killed by someone and cultivated for revenge with the help of Feng Li, the protagonist gong. When Jiang Luo woke up, he transmigrated into the body of the cannon fodder that killed the protagonist shou.

What’s even worse, he transmigrated at the time when the protagonist shou was already killed by the original body.

At the funeral, Jiang Luo was pushed in front of the coffin.

The deceased body of the protagonist shou in front of him was serene, with a smile at the corner of his lips. However, Jiang Luo knew that he had turned into a malicious spirit and was eyeing covetously at him.

The more dangerous it was, the calmer Jiang Luo became. When his desire for survival reached the critical point, he knelt on the ground with a puff, and forced himself to cry.

With his sincere emotion, he said: “Chi You, I love you so much. Please don’t leave me…”

The chilliness around him smothered slightly.

Novel | Novel[translated]

Comments **contains spoiler**:

I saw this title pop up several times in different places so I decided to give it a try and let’s just say, I have mixed feelings about this book lol The basic premise is that MC (Jiang Luo) transmigrated into a supernatural-cum-fantasy novel as a cannon fodder, to be killed by the ghost of ML (Chi You) after he murdered the ML. In order to survive, MC continues to fight against ML’s ghost. However, their relationship gradually changed, especially after ML realized how similar MC and him are in their “evilness”. As such, ML shifted from wanting to kill MC to wanting to recruit him in his grand mission to bring down the whole xuanxue world. 

Highlights:

I’m not usually a fan of the enemy-to-lover trope because most novels tend to make the ‘enemy’ part shallow, but man, does MC and ML hate each other at the start. They genuinely wanted to kill each other, so it’s rather refreshing to read about it. Also, I like how MC’s constantly trying to out-think ML’s actions, just to prevent himself from getting killed. 

There are adorable side characters, such as Lu Youyi, one of MC’s friends who is just so innocent and dense at times. Or the alive-dead human Teng Bi, who grew fond of MC’s group of friends despite being their enemy at the start. One thing I appreciate is that the author elaborate on some of the side characters’ development/stories. E.g. When Teng Bi died, the MC and his friends spent quite some chapters grieving for him and tried to find ways to bring him back. I’m used to danmei novels where the whole focus is on the main couple, so even if the side characters die, they sort of just shrug it off. It’s nice to see the side characters getting some love too!

Plot-wise, the mystery surrounding ML’s death is intriguing. At first glance, MC is the murderer. But we get more clues later on that there might be something bigger at play, involving different members of the xuanxue world.

I’m also a fan of learning about Chinese mythology and the supernatural, so it’s nice to see these information sprinkled throughout the novel. 

Things I don’t like:

As much as the enemy-to-lover trope is interesting, the way that MC and ML interact, such as their dialogues and behaviors, is…very cringe. MC acts normally around other characters, but the moment he interacts with ML, he starts talking like an edgy teen (e.g. talking about his ‘evil’ compared to ML’s ‘evil’ and how ML found his evilness intriguing). 

The story drags quite a bit at the start with the main couple constantly goading and challenging one another. At some parts the dragging out of the story is too obvious and hard to get through. The plot gets good ~ch 100 in, when the mystery finally picks up and the main couple has somewhat reached a truce. Then the ending gets quite rushed. In the end, we didn’t get to know how Ge Zhu and Ge Wuchen reconcile their differences; Or what happened to Lisha despite ML saying he would use her; and what happens to MC is the real world and so on.

MC is very OP - there’re a lot of times where he would just acquire new abilities out of the blue to deal with tricky situations. It definitely decreases the suspense of the story.

#review #danmei #This Damned Thirst for Survival #这该死的求生欲

[clouds-around-the-moon]

My thots on RV Birthday:

- tbh I think the best Red Velvet song using a classical music sound is Marionette, then Feel My Rhythm, then this song. I like the trend in general so it's still good but.. yeah.

- The prechorus had an 80's sound so I was expecting that in the chorus (something like Blackpink's Lovesick Girls or Twice's Can't Stop Me) so the first time I heard it I felt let down. It took me another listen to appreciate it for what it actually was.

- I feel like they tried to do an updated take on Ice Cream Cake. Especially the chorus. That's the song that got me into them so I enjoyed the callback and the giant kitty! The chorus also feels very 2nd gen to me?

- Why in the year 2022 are they really making Seulgi say the word swag?? SM will never stop using slang they shouldn't (especially shawty).

- Their outfits feel too.. young? It feels like something Itzy would wear or something.. I also generally dislike a lot of camo print. My favorite of their outfits are the black with the sprinkle-looking trim because that's on theme.

- Did Wendy skin Key's little monster guy from the Gasoline cover to make her jacket? lol I actually like it tho. Muppet chic 💖

- Seulgi and Yeri have such cute hairstyles! All of them do but those 2 especially!

- Irene's makeup with the gems doesn't look right. The gems match her skin tone too much and just looks like texture? Don't do that to our original visual :(

- The sets were not as birthday-ish as I was expecting :(

-The animated part was wild and cool!

- I'm obsessed with how their image has gone from being a bubble-gum death cult, to a man-eating lesbian cult, to whatever kind of cult this, Feel My Rhythm, and Zimzallabim is. Obsessed.

#my thots #red velvet #red velvet birthday #rv birthday #sorry i wrote so much lol #lemme know ur thots!

[symphonyofmalice]

Episode 1 Reactions

Below the cut, my reactions to watching the first episode of the AMC IWTV show

I want to say right off the bat I am not, on principle, opposed to changes. I will try to keep an open mind to whether those changes are made well to serve a story or purpose.

Starting with Daniel being older and having Pakinson's. This does not have to be a bad change, but it does tell me that they can't intend to do the original devil's minion plot. Part of the tragedy of Daniel's book character is how young he is, the life he could have had if all these vampires hadn't gotten tangled up in it. Him being older and having a disability makes him evoke Gabrielle to me- someone freed from poor health by vampirism. We'll see where they take it.

I will say Louis does an excellent job coming across as charming and controlled, but also a little inhuman and off.

Fan me is a little irked at them being able to be awake in daylight but it's not a dealbreaker.

I know (spoilers) that the assistant character is Armand, so I am watching that with some anticipation.

"It's a fever dream told to an idiot". I get that this show needs, as it's premise, that the interview was faulty and worth re-doing. This does the job of justifying that set up decently well. It still doesn't feel good to have the original book and first movie, which so many love as a faithful adaptation, get discussed this way. Again, the change itself is necessary, but the dismissive and insulting tone feels unnecessary.

"I'm not your fucking boy, I'm an old man with all the triggers that come with it" is a decent line but feels awkwardly acted.

Lestat's intro shot is iconic, and I'm not afraid of admitting that.

I'm glad to see more of Paul, to give more weight to his loss for Louis. Especially since other adaptations didn't include him.

That said, I feel odd about the scene where Louis pulls a knife on Paul. One could argue he was making a show of strength for the observers, keeping up a reputation. But 1) it seems like genuine anger and 2) one of the key character traits of Louis- why he initially follows Lestat- is lacking the courage of his convictions. Louis of the books is a somewhat passive character who waits for others to arrange the things he secretly wants.

Ok the Mayfair witch reference is cute and funny without being disruptive

Louis little uncomfortable look and chuckle when he's invited to confession is good actually.

❗"Only the impossible can do the impossible" I am counting this as a "I, too am impossible" Nicolas reference.

Lestat looking at Miss Lily while he mentions good food is also nice.

I feel awkward about their weird competition but I think I'm supposed to.

God Lestat is flirting so shamelessly hard with Louis.

Lestat's killing random lamplighters now? And like a feral dog? This feels like too much a change. The shot is very slasher horror rather than gothic horror. And Lestat killing evil-doers is too big a part of his character to just skip over.

The card table telepathy is cool. I think I would appreciate it more as just "Lestat thinking at Louis so they can have a conversation in what feels like an instant" or even "Lestat keeps the others from noticing time passing" than "actual time stopping powers" (as implied by the floating chips).

Lestat watching Louis as Louis watches the opera is another iconic shot.

Little peppering and sprinkling of Lestat's backstory (mastiff, rifle, Gabrielle, Paris).

Lestat looking offended when Louis pretends not to like opera feels accurate.

Wait Freniere?

Ok even the first time I tried to watch the show, I was intrigued to see the religious conflict be able to play out between Lestat and Paul.

Louis: Why would you think I was ashamed Lestat: Well you are about 100 miles into the closet but let's call it an educated guess.

Savage garden obligatory ding

❗A young violinist I once knew~

There's another good shot of Lestat reaching for Louis from behind just as Louis leans forward.

I think Louis is supposed to be eating her out but he is somewhere near her thigh/knee.

It is a benefit of the time that the show got to be more explicitly queer than previous adaptions could.

Credit where it's due, the little drink and even healing the wound with blood

Paul's death scene is emotional but, I think missing the ambiguity (in the books, it's after a huge argument and Louis isn't sure if it was accident or suicide) actually weakens it a lot. (Though the last sunrise addition makes a dark touch I think I'd like).

Like, they still have the emotional punch of Louis' family suspecting him, but Louis knows for sure.

Lestat can definitely be crass and an idiot but "Hey where'd you get your brother's coffin" seems much even for him and especially "your brother's head longed for that flagstone"

The messy drinking is just going to be a pet peeve for me. I get its a visual thing for a visual medium but it's a minor canon ruffle.

On a more serious note, I really hope the confession scene and Lestat killing the priest don't replace the later scene of Louis killing a priest himself. (Though I suspect it will, because that might be too similar/redundant for the show). In the book, it's a character moment for Louis- he realizes he's the only supernatural power in the church, and that no one will punish him for the things he thinks he deserves. In the show scene, it just makes Lestat the horror movie villain taking away his safety and community.

So glad we got punch-gore brain gibblets. (/sarcasm).

"It is difficult to explain how his words disarmed me" No you can't actually get away with telling me the thing is indescribable, because I'm not buying this quick turnaround as is. This is not a scenario where "just trust me, Lestat was very persuasive" is working on me as a viewer.

I can kind of squint at getting it as a "supernatural escape from the social forces of racism and homophobia" but like still...don't just gloss over that

LOUIS CLOSE YOUR DAMN MOUTH YOU'RE SPILLING LIKE SPOONFULLS OF BLOOD.

Lestat is definitely more antagonistic in the first book before his protagonist makeover, but even in hindsight, nothing in the first book severely contradict's Lestat's self-depiction (e.g. choosing murderers as victims). This might stretch or break that.

Also it all feels a bit rushed. Lestat is hunting Louis, yes, and it's in character for them to be a little toxic and fucked up. But going straight from the funeral to the turning scene, I feel, doesn't give a lot of time and weight to Louis wallowing in misery and inviting death, as he does in the books and movie.

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TL;DR: Sam Reid makes an excellent Lestat. Some of the other changes I am watching warily to see how they turn out. It could be promising. They do sprinkle in little references to the canon, but sometimes that feels more annoying than actually helpful. Like, if you're going to make these drastic changes to characters' personalities and ways of being, it doesn't super help that Lestat said the words Savage Garden. That doesn't give you adaptation points.

#Vyt watches AMC #ooc

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I wouldn't mind Monty getting the most beat up and defeated if it didn't seem so unfair.

He doesn't do anything to Gregory that Chica and Roxy didn't do. All three have a habit of saying something sweet to try and lure Gregory out. Followed by aggression.

Chica is the most "kind". Will still occasionally shout Gregory's name harshly.

Roxy has zero patience. Practically having some of the meanest lines, too. (It's also why I don't particularly appreciate how Ruin made her personality like Freddy. We have hints from the announcement in Roxy Raceway that she isn't all sunshine. Have her be friendly, but give the dog some bite.)

Monty is right in the middle. The nicest thing he does is give Gregory a nickname. Even his breaking point and meanest lines are relatively tame.

Monty is given the most damage after his fight. Losing the lower half of his body and his arm casing. Despite his main draw being a claw upgrade.

At least in SB, this could be credited as having him fit into the vents later. Plus, the original upgrade was his legs before it was changed.

Then you get to Ruin, and he's reduced to an endoskeleton. Acting more like a guard dog with nearly zero sense of self-awareness. Then he's electrocuted and probably died.

Chica at least got to stay herself. You still find her looking for and eating trash. The only major difference is that now, she is always looking backward when eating. She'll peacefully shut down after her big encounter, with an option to be friendly and give her a voice box.

Roxy, even ignoring her turn, has the best deal. She's completely aware of herself. She is acting almost precisely as she did in SB. Even sprinkling her pre-shattered personality in. That and she gets the nicest treatment of the trio. Staying fully active at the end of the story.

Monty's fate is supposed to read as karma or get back at him for stalking Cassie. Except he doesn't act any differently than Chica or even Roxy. Yes, he is after you. So was Chica. Who even tried to grab Cassie twice. Roxy is after Gregory but will kill Cassie if you encounter her early. He stays in Monty Golf for most of the game until he stumbles into the waters of the sewer. He really does stumble into it and might've overlooked Cassie if she didn't open her dumb mouth.

Then the sign.

Omfg. I hope that's to foreshadow Bonnie Bowl being the next section and not anything to do with a particular theory. Cause if that's the confirmation. I hate it.

They should have definitely proven it wasn't Monty. Separate from the gondola ride. Evidence that shows Monty wouldn't hurt Bonnie, not of his free will. It can be hidden like Bonnie, too.

The kindest thing they could do to Monty in that game would be to show he had good qualities and was a tragic figure. Broken by envy and rage. He is no longer in a position where people will fix his mistakes. His mind, like his body, he's wrecked in blind anger, is broken.

Then, when he's electrocuted. It's almost like you're finally forcing him to rest. (Okay, yeah, a bit aggressive approach compared to Sun and Chica, but let's be honest. Monty needs tranquilizers, not melatonin, and some hot milk to calm down). It ends on a bittersweet note.

Or alternatively.

Make him a full-on villain. Give him voice lines that indicate not only that he is aware. He enjoys the hunt. He's taunting Cassie. He describes how he'll dismember her. Give him lines that indicate not only did he kill Bonnie. He's proud of getting away with it. He's a complete monster. He is no longer having to hide who he really is. The Pizzaplex is abandoned. He's lost everything. So what if Cassie knows the real him. What? Is she gonna call and make a complaint? Now, he knows there isn't a point in putting on a mask. Now, he's fully showing his real colors.

Then, when he's electrocuted. You wish he died, and it feels great to see karma hit him like a truck.

I hope Ruin isn't the end of Monty.

Right now, his conclusion is so disappointing.