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kelstey · 2 months
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i waited
theodore nott x reader
warnings : none
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❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
theo kissed your forehead, both you bodies sticky and sweaty from the moments prior. you smiled to yourself as his muscular arms made their way around you.
"i don't think i'll ever get over how beautiful you are," theo ran his fingers through yourhair.
"thank you, theo," you turned your head and kissed his lips.
your happiness was quickly replaced by a sudden wave of what felt like guilt and shame.
the two of you had always been close, sharing kisses, looks, even touching when no oneelse would be looking. that part killed you.
no one knew. not even pansy and luna. given, luna may not be accepted by a large majority of slytherins but you couldn't help but love her, she was amazing and understood you in a way no one else did.
that's how private the two of you had decided- well improvised on. you wanted to show him off. you wanted to kiss him before class, hold hands when sat next to each other, dance in front of everyone, everything.
but he didn't want that. he liked the privacy. but you were never sure if that was really a cover for simply using you.
but you let him.
"i should get going, i'm going out with luna to the three broomsticks," you moved out of theo's arms and started picking up the clothes that were discarded all over the room after theo ripped them off of you.
"tell her i said hi," theo said, another thing that you liked about him. he liked luna. but he was partially stupid as you couldn't tell luna that he said hi, she would ask questions as to why he would even do that.
"i think you forgot we are a secret," you put your tights on.
"fuck, yeah. well- have fun then," theo waved and you hurried out, still attempting to tie your tie.
you felt the tears coming. you couldn't help it. you felt idiotic to allow theo to walk all over you. you promised yourself you would never let a man take you for a fool, but no. here you are, years later, being taken as a fool by a man you were in love with.
obviously he didn't know, he couldn't. it would ruin everything.
the two of you agreed to strictly have just sex. just sex. just stupid fucking amazing sex. he was a natural at it, he knew how to make you cum in minutes. he had you wrapped around his finger.
you typically wouldn't let anyone see or touch you, but theo? he could do anything and you would let him. it also felt like a weird bonding experience.
sex is intimate, of course. it's the closest two souls can get to each other. and you were convinced that the countless amount of times you did it in a day with him made some sort of connection.
you wiped your tears away as you entered the three broomsticks and saw luna sat alone in your usual corner. "luna!"
"you're here!" she exclaimed and got up out of her seat to hug you.
"of course, you know i love our chats here," you smiled and the two of you sat down.
"are you okay?" she asked as she observed the mascara which was evidently smudged under your eyes.
you had to tell her. you had to tell someone. there's no one you would rather tell than her. "luna, please, pinky promise me you won't ever tell a soul."
she nodded, "your secret is safe with me. you know that."
you looked around the place, only noticing two other tables of people who seemed to be in their own little worlds. "okay, me and theo have been hooking up. like friends with benefits style, but i'm in love with him. i cant keep doing this. it hurts, luna. i want to love him and kiss him around our friends but i can't."
luna sat and listened to you ramble on, a few tears shedding in the process. "that's horrible. but you must know, no man, especially one who you aren't even dating, should ever make you feel this way. the right one will make you cry only tears of happiness and pleasure, if you know what i mean."
her comment made you laugh, this was why you loved her. "thanks lu. sorry about that rant, i haven't told anyone and so feel special you're first to hear about this fucked up situation."
"i'm glad you can trust me, but i think i may have an idea," luna sat upright. "how about you stop meeting him so often? maybe start seeing him once a day; then once every few days. if you want to take it a step further you could even start hanging out with another boy more."
"luna you're a fucking genius," you reached over and hugged her.
"you know i always have the best ideas," she giggled.
just then the door opened and luna's eyes focused behind you, as your back was turned to the door.
"who is it?" you asked as you noticed her smile had dropped.
"don't turn around if you don't want to cry," she said and you immediately turned your head 180°.
"no fucking way," your jaw dropped as you saw theo walk in with cho. "is he fucking shitting me right now? luna tell me i'm dreaming. tell me."
"i'm sorry, babe. do you want to go somewhere else?" she asked.
"yes it is best we go. i don't think i'll be able to hold back a fucking fist in both their stupid faces," you both got up.
and as for your amazing luck, they both spotted you and luna. theo called out your name and walked over to you. "hey, what's up?" he asked with a stupid smile on his face as if he didn't know what he was doing.
"hey theo," luna gave a small wave and he smiled at her.
"we were just leaving," you said and took luna's hand and the two of you walked out. you heard theo say something but you were too distracted by the ringing in your ears.
"it's okay, it's okay," luna engulfed you into a very big, very needed hug.
"why would he do that? i literally told him i was going to be here with you?" you cried into her arms.
"he's a boy, they don't think with their brains, only their dicks."
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it had been a few days since the incident and you still had not spoke to theo. you were going out of your way to ignore him, not caring if it hurt you more than him.
you would spot theo in the halls, once he noticed you, you had already turned around and walked the complete opposite way before he even got a chance to call out your name.
it hurt too much. it didn't help that after those first couple of days, he eventually stopped trying to get your attention. instead he was being all handsy with cho.
it killed you, hardly being able to speak or react. it also hurt that you had to distance yourself from the other slytherins who noticed the lack of your presence.
but it wasn't all too bad, instead of hanging with them you and luna started hanging out more. she would check up on you constantly, making sure to cheer you up to avoid you thinking about him.
she knew you were deeply upset about it. she allowed you to grieve, cry and let all of it out. she herself had never experienced this type of hurt, but she was almost grateful as she saw how badly it impacted you.
aside from not speaking to theo, you kept your head up high. you still went to class, still did your work, still sat at the slytherin table for meals. everyone noticed the tension between the two of you.
no one asked, or at least in front of your face. they decided it was better to keep quiet and try keep things as normal as could be.
amongst those few days of hurting, you started growing closer with mattheo. he was also there for you, he wasn't sure exactly what happened with theo but he knew it was hurting you and so he decided to be there for you.
he also had to admit that it was also due to the fact that he fancied you. you began sitting next to him at meals, class, even sometimes being spotted after classes walking together.
this didn't go unnoticed by theo, of course. he wanted to punch mattheo in his face. mattheo was one of theo's closest friends and to see him get close with you, it also hurt him.
it was a stupid, stupid situation. the two of you pretending to move on while both your feelings grew stronger- though a large majority of it was anger due to the fact you were not communicating.
or at least verbally communicating. whenever you looked up, no matter where you were, his eyes were the first ones to meet yours.
it was ridiculous, really. you couldn't seem to get away from him, he seemed to stalk you as if you were prey. he couldn't get you out of his mind.
-
you looked over at the clock, 2:56am. great. you couldn't seem to sleep for some reason and it was starting to annoy you. you quietly got out of bed, slipping on a random hoodie on the floor and your slippers before leaving your dorm. you knew that after 12am, no teachers or prefects would be on lookout so you didn't have to worry too much about getting caught.
you made your way up to the astronomy tower, your favourite spot to go when you were unable to sleep. you reached into your pj short pockets and retrieved the joint that you rolled earlier.
you got the lighter out and attempted to light it. of course it had to be out of fluid. you were just away to get up when you noticed theo standing behind you.
"you spooky bitch! why the fuck would you stand there like that, holy fuck bro. you better be glad i'm a teenager and not an old woman cause you would've gave me a heart attack," you scolded him as you raised a hand over your heart to relieve yourself of the pure distress he just put you through.
"calm down, darling. here's a lighter," he passed you his stainless steel lighter. the same one you carved both of your initials into. you were surprised he used it.
"you don't get to do that," you looked up at him, feeling anger flowing through your veins. theo looked at you, he seemed confused but also like he knew what was happening.
"you don't get to have cuddle me, kiss me, make love to me, everything a couple would do, and then fucking show up to a place where you knew i was at with another stupid fucking girl! do you know how long i've waited for you? years theo, fucking years! i thought it was best to keep waiting, hoping for the day that you would admit you loved me back, but you didn't. but i still waited, theo, i fucking waited. i would never do this if it was anyone else," you felt tears threatening to spill and a lump in your throat.
theo remained quiet, he looked down at his hands and played with the silver rings which decorated his stupidly pretty hands. you waited for him to say something, anything. but he didn't. once again, but were you surprised.
"have your stupid lighter back. i never should've carved our initials in it thinking we could've been something," you shoved the silver lighter into his hands before walking off.
❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
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violetrainbow412-blog · 5 months
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Wheels up [S. R]
word count: 4k
summary: Spencer has just been released from prison and things seem to get complicated when Mr. Scratch attacks again. You want to know what's going on with your boyfriend, but when you confront him, you don't expect him to yell at you like he does.
contents: spoilers for season 12-13, directly based on the episode of the same name, established relationship, hurt/comfort, spencer being mean for a moment, mentions of migraines and schizophrenia, apologies, crying and I think that's it.
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To say that you were worried was an understatement, because to cut all the tension around the team you would no longer even need a knife but a sword.
You had just gotten over the bitter pill of the fact that your boyfriend had been unjustifiably imprisoned when now Scratch had done this: the ambush, Walker's death, Emily's kidnapping… he just couldn't seem to get enough of this sick game.
“We also never stopped to ask why Scratch was in Honduras in the first place,” Simmons murmured next to you.
García, he and you were trying to review as best as possible the existing research on Peter Lewis that you found in your deceased friend's office to see if you could discover any other details, even if it were the slightest thing that could reveal the whereabouts of your unit leader. 
“Reid'll figure this out. “He's really amazing at this kind of thing.”
Garcia had barely finished saying this when a roar made her jump in her place and look back. Spencer Reid had just furiously thrown a book against the glass windows. You exchanged a worried look with your friend and the three of you silently agreed to go to the meeting room to investigate what was happening.
When the doctor arrived, he began to rant about what he had managed to discover. He talked about hallucinogenic plants found in Honduras and how this was related to Scratch, but you honestly couldn't pay attention to anything he was saying. You could only focus on the purple spots around his eyes, his messy hair jumping every time he said something, the sweat that glistened on his forehead, the erratic and rushed tone of his words and how he constantly rubbed his face or neck. 
Spencer wasn't well. 
You had seen him like this when he had feared he was developing an outbreak of schizophrenia and you had hated every second you had accompanied him to get tested, every second of uncertainty, every time you knew his vision was blurring. And now this was a thousand times worse, because you didn't even know how to help him. Shit, you didn't even know if he wanted your help.
While he was in prison he had refused to see you many times and it had broken your heart every time. He claimed that he didn’t want other prisoners to see you talking to him because they would try to use you to threaten him or that he didn’t want you to see the state he was in because he feared that after seeing the bruises and wounds you would no longer love him.
You respected him, but at the same time you felt that he was building a barrier between you so that in case he couldn't get out of there you wouldn't be tied to a prisoner and could live your life normally. That was why when Emily managed to build a solid case to prove his innocence you felt like you were going to die of joy, and when you saw him leave the prison the first thing you did was run into his arms to make sure he was safe.
But Spencer wasn't, because you knew he had only left there so he could help look for his mother: Diana Reid. During the course of everything you had barely seen him, you two were too busy with your own affairs to have a moment as a couple, but even so when you solved everything you let him go with her; after all they deserved it and you were happy that he had a quiet moment.
But Peter Lewis seemed to have other plans.
“What?” Spencer asked, noticing the way Penelope was looking at him. She looked like she was about to cry behind her blue glasses and you felt sorry for her.
“You threw a book at a window. It was jarring”
“Took me 60 minutes to deduce what should have taken me 60 seconds,” he muttered, clearly sounding furious with himself, “and if Emily dies because I was too slow, I'll be throwing a lot more than books.”
“Spencer” you tried to stop him, but he had already started on his way to the exit.
You always wanted to believe that you were his weak point, he had told you that on more than one occasion. When the team couldn't reason with him, they sent you instead.
Reid will do anything you tell him, Morgan used to say, whether it's convincing him about something silly between friends or something more serious. 
And so it was, because every time he was upset all it took was for you to make flirtatious eyes at him and steal a kiss for him to forget about it.
One day you're going to be my downfall, did you know that? he used to laugh. You're going to ask me to bring the stars down from the sky and I'll have to figure out a way to do it because I don't know how to say you no.
However, this time he didn't seem to understand any reason. He was just walking towards the exit and you were stumbling after him to catch up with his quick pace.
“Spencer,” you insisted, reaching out to grab his arm in an attempt to stop him. You didn't expect him to stop abruptly to the point where you collided with his chest, in the middle of the desolate hallway you had arrived at.
“What?”
The sharp tone and angry look he gave you unnerved you slightly, but you managed to clear your throat in search of your voice.
“Honey, it's obvious that you're not fine. You need to rest"
"Rest?" he spat, incredulous. “Do you think I can think of resting when we have a situation like this?”
“That's not what I meant. I'm just saying that no one expects you to be here after what happened, you can at least take a break” 
The sigh he let out was enough for you to know that whatever was coming was surely not good.
“Huh yeah? And what is that break I'm going to take going to cost us? Emily’s life?”
“You know I'm as worried as you are.”
“I'm not worried, I'm sick. I'm sick of this damn case, I'm sick of one thing after another happening to us and I'm sick of failing." 
"I know but…"
“No,” he interrupted you, leaning back when you tried to lay a hand on him. “There's no but. Today I don't need you to tell me what I have to do” 
“I'm not telling you what to do, I'm asking you to take care of yourself. How much sleep have you even had? When was the last time you ate?"
Your tone of voice had come out more recriminating than you intended and if you were already tense, this exchange was not helping at all.
Hearing no response, you continued.
“If you're not going to rest, at least let me help you.”
You wanted him to have the confidence to tell you anything, to be able to explain why he was acting so strange or to at least take two minutes to admit that things weren't right. But Spencer had changed a lot in that prison, because if before it was difficult for him to talk about his feelings, now it seemed practically impossible. You were the only one he dared to do it with and you didn't even think you were that exception to the rule anymore.
If you had known what was to come you would have preferred to stay for the moment he took to take a deep breath.
“Do you know how you can help me? Stepping aside”
“Spencer”
“I'm sick of this too! I'm tired of everyone coming and offering me their faces of compassion and their words of encouragement as if they really understood me. They don't do it, nobody does it, not even you. This is... it is a huge and heavy accumulation that has accumulated for years and years and when I think that it can't be worse, life surprises me by saying that yes, it can be worse. So just shut up, let me do my job, let me catch Scratch and for the love of God stop treating me like I'm a child because on top of all the stress of the case I have to deal with that too and honestly it's killing me” 
Your boyfriend turned around without waiting for a response and a part of you was grateful that was the case, or else he would have seen the tears that had already gathered in your eyes.
You were shocked and felt your face burning with shame, with a hole in your stomach that wouldn't be easy to fill. You were no longer even worried about the man, nor sad, but you felt very different; it was as if Reid had infected you with his anger.
Still with wet cheeks you hurried to walk in the opposite direction, finding yourself at the end of the hallway to meet a very worried Penelope García. Without letting her tell you anything, you asked her to continue with the investigation and the entire time you swallowed your pain.
You knew that Peter Lewis' desperate face when he was hanging from that building and the way you and Luke left him to die would haunt you for a lifetime, but you didn't feel even the slightest bit sorry for it. Even a part of you wished that man had died a slower and perhaps even painful death. Whatever the case, he was gone and you could feel a second of peace at night.
Spencer was right, the most important thing now was to save Emily. Later there would be time to attend to marital discussions.
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When you got home you were sweaty, tired, and had a headache that you knew a shower could probably solve, adding a glass of good wine just to be safe. However, clinging to that peace of mind that solving the case had provided you was only a mechanism to postpone confronting the problem that was still latent. You hadn't spoken to Spencer for the rest of the day since your fight in the hallway and although your heart ached you knew this was the prudent thing to do.
Fighting had never had a place in your relationship because both of you were too rational to be carried away by impulse. You had disagreements and arguments, but you had tried to resolve them like adults or you had let the matter rest until you were cool-headed enough to speak calmly. You suspected that right now you were doing the latter, but you knew for a fact that you wouldn't be the one who would look for your boyfriend to talk to.
You were hurt by the way he had reacted to your advice, but a part of you also understood that Spencer had been going through too much and that, in some ways, he had some right to want his own space. Or maybe both of you were partly to blame; you for demanding something that didn't belong to you and him for not having said things tactfully enough.
But you couldn't help but miss him. You had spent so many months away from him that you longed to be in his arms, shower him with kisses and hear the soft beat of his heart just to make sure he was real.
Still lost in your thoughts you searched the living room for your briefcase to grab your cell phone, hoping to find something to distract yourself, and upon unlocking it you discovered that you had several missed calls from Spencer. It wasn't like you were ignoring him on purpose, rather it had been an oversight on your part, but when you were about to dial his number a new call was announced on the screen. It was him.
"Hello?"
“There you are,” he murmured, sounding tremendously relieved “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, I just left the phone in my briefcase and that's why I didn't hear your calls. I'm sorry"
There was silence for an awkward moment and then he spoke again.
“You went home early.”
"I was tired. I told Emily.”
“Yes, she… he told me, but… Do you think I can see you? I would like to talk to you about something and I don't think it is appropriate to do so on the phone.”
You evaluated your options, looking at everything around you. Spencer was welcome whenever he wanted in your house and you knew a mess wouldn't matter to him, but you were more worried about him noticing the emotional mess, not the physical one.
“Y/N?”
“Yes,” you responded when you heard your name, without thinking too much. “You can come”
Spencer responded with a monosyllable and then he hung up. You were about to get up from the couch to look for something more decent than colorful pajamas when a knock on the door startled you. When there was no response, the person knocked again and when you tiptoed until you reached the peephole, you met a familiar silhouette who was visibly nervous. Apparently the look of confusion on your face when you opened it was enough to express a silent question to Spencer.
“I was in the hallway,” he explained to you. “I didn't want to take long if you said yes.”
You knew you shouldn't give in so easily, but it was hard when Spencer said things like that and he came to your house looking completely disoriented, sad, and regretful.
"Can I come in?" he asked. Although your silences were not with that intention, the truth was that you were making him even more nervous.
"Yeah, you can”
You turned around only when you heard the click of the door closing and leaned against it, waiting for him to say something. You took a moment to observe him and noticed that his clothes were slightly disarrayed, while his hands played with the leather strap that was still across his chest. When he noticed that you were looking at his hands he interpreted it as a sign to get rid of the garment, and so he did.
“Wine?”
“Rossi gave it to me,” you responded, following his gaze to the bottle on the coffee table along with the crystal glass.
Spencer opened his mouth slightly in understanding and then there was silence again.
“I think it's obvious why I'm here, right?” he murmured in a low, cautious voice. You looked at him with sealed lips. “I want to apologize.”
“Yeah?”
"Yes. I know I shouldn't have talked to you like that in the office”
“No, you shouldn't have done it,” you responded sternly “And I accept if you don't want me around, but…”
“No,” he interrupted you, lunging forward to take your hands. You didn't refuse. “It's not that. I want you close, I don't want you to go away”
“I want you close too, Spencer. And I care about you. That's why I tell you things, not because I want to bother you."
“I know not. I was wrong, okay? I was wrong and I had no right to yell at you just because I was upset. And I wasn't upset with you, I was upset about the case and… it was just too much. This is all too much” by this point Spencer’s voice had already broken and your arms were already open for him.
It didn't take much for your boyfriend to start sobbing.
"I'm sorry"
“I know, Spencer.”
"I was an idiot"
“Yes, you certainly were,” you responded, speaking barely above a whisper. You couldn't stop feeling empathy for your boyfriend, but you couldn't ignore your own pain either. “You made me feel so hurt.”
“Forgive me, you know that was not my intention.”
“I just want to see you well. I want you to be safe and help you, but you won't let me do it. And it's okay if you don't want my help, but you can't deny that you need help. We need help. Do you think I wasn't stressed too? Do you think I could care less about finding Emily?”
“I know not. I know…” he sobbed.
“And I understand that we were both going through a hard time but you had no right to treat me like that.”
"You hate me?"
“Of course I don't hate you. I love you very much and I always will, but when something bad happens we don't yell at each other. And I'm not hating you for this, did you hate me that time in Georgia when I went into negotiating in that hostage situation without consulting anyone?
"No. I was very angry and worried about you, but I would never have hated you.”
"You see it? It's the same” you said softly.
You weren't going to torture him with this and you didn't want him to kneel and ask for forgiveness, the message you wanted to give him was already more than clear. And you knew that the simple act of accepting his mistake was something that showed you that he cared about you.
“It won't happen again, I promise.”
“Oh, it may happen again. We are both dumb sometimes and the older we get the grumpier we become” you tried to joke. Although you didn't hear him laugh, you knew that it had lightened the atmosphere. “But talking about it makes him feel better, right? Just like now”
He nodded at your question and then your hand went up to his head to stroke his hair. The contact seemed to melt him against you, as if with this you had also given free rein to his crying. You knew he probably wasn't going to tell you about the horrors he'd experienced in prison yet, but maybe this moment could be a start; you were being honest with each other and after all that was what was important.
Spencer calmed down after a long while and when you separated you made sure to get him some napkins so he could wipe his tears and blow his nose.
“You're seriously not upset at me?”
“No,” you assured him, shaking your head at the same time. You approached him and raised your hands to his cheeks to hold him gently. “It's okay, Spencer. I would be upset if you hadn't apologized."
“I wanted to do it sooner, but I knew that maybe you needed time to… you know, not want to strangle me”
“You're always so smart,” you complimented him and this time he did laugh.
The man's hands were experimentally placed on your waist and upon noticing your approving smile he pulled you a little closer to him until you collided against his chest. The puffiness in his eyes didn't stop him from giving you a sweet look.
“I haven't kissed you since I came back,” he observed absently and after thinking about it for a second you realized it was true.
You hadn't even kissed him. You had gone three months without seeing him and you still hadn't had time to kiss him.
You opened your mouth slightly, but before you could say anything he had already leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. With the help of your hand sliding to the back of his neck you deepened the contact and Spencer wasted no time, wrapping his thin arms around your torso.
Even if you didn't want to admit it, you had already forgotten how good it felt to kiss him and amid everything you thought that you wished you could capture that moment in a jar to turn to it when necessary. Because after everything that had happened that day you really needed that moment of peace with him.
His lips were slightly parted, but your gentle tongue took care of moistening them and when the air began to fail you just let him go for a second, kissing him again when you breathed enough. Your kisses were sweet and soft enough to dissipate the rest of the guilt that remained in your lover's body.
"Better?" you asked once you two were satisfied. It took him a moment to compose himself from the intoxication of your kiss to be able to answer you.
"Yes, I feel better"
“How is Diana, by the way?” you said quietly, leaning back a little to look him in the eyes.
“She is fine, I managed to admit her to a sanatorium before García called me. It will only be for tonight, tomorrow I will look for where she can stay permanently” he answered you, rubbing his tired face with a hand “I think it would be best for us to return to Las Vegas”
“You should go to her now” it hurt you to give him that advice, but you knew that he must have other priorities now. One of your hands kindly caressed his bicep, feeling how he had lost considerably in weight.
“You don't want me to stay here?”
“I don't want you to feel obligated. I know Diana needs you more than me."
“She'll be fine today,” he murmured. Apparently he wanted to be with you more than you thought. “I left my number and she'll be asleep right now. As much as he wants to deny it, I think… that she is better off with professionals”
“So you want to stay here?”
You had sounded more excited than you intended and just because of the sparkle in your eyes he felt the urge to steal another kiss from you.
"Of course I want to. I missed you so much, I just want to feel you close to me."
“I can stay only if you promise me two things.”
“What is it?”
“We’re going to try to sleep,” you asked him, passing the tip of your index fingers under his eyes. “I don't like that look at all and I think you could use some rest. I have a comfortable bed waiting just for you.”
“I'd love that,” he smiled weakly. “What's the second thing?”
“Tomorrow you will let me cook you something delicious before we go to your mother.”
The thought of you spoiling him so much made him smile.
"Done deal"
You carefully guided him to your room and once there you kissed him again. Spencer felt like he was going to cry again when he noticed that you still had the change of clothes that he had left in your closet over three months ago and the soft fabric along with the familiar scent filled his chest with joy.
You two snuggled under the warmth of the sheets and you made sure to kiss your lover's face countless times while your hands touched every piece of skin you had within reach, trying to show him that he didn't have to worry about anything; you wanted him to know that you loved him and that he was somewhere safe.
"Are you okay?"
You spoke in the middle of the darkness, while Spencer had his full weight on top of yours. His nose rubbed slightly against your bare skin and he found it necessary to leave another kiss there.
“I am now.”
And even if it only lasted for a brief moment, Spencer knew that nothing compared to the peace and tranquility of being with you.
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Our Love is Shown in the Letting Go
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Steve’s mother comes home and has to deal with the fact that she has no idea who her son is, and maybe never will.
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Who Am I to Say What Any of This Means?
IndigoFudge
Eddie’s eyebrows are raised. He’s speaking deliberately. “My first grade teacher set up a meeting with Wayne and told him she thought I had autism. So Wayne took me to the doctors and it turned out she was right.”
He is still looking at Steve. Oh. Steve’s been staring at him like an idiot for forty seconds instead of acknowledging this important, incredibly personal detail that he has just shared. Steve remembers eye contact––one, two, three––then answers. “That’s cool.”
“Steve,” Eddie says, carefully. “Have you ever been tested? Because I’ve been noticing… When I look at you, I kinda see some signs.”
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she'll know me crazy, soothe me daily (better yet, she wouldn't care)
jewishrat420
Eddie doesn’t really cry about this anymore. He’s long since shed his own personal tears of pity, spent enough time mourning a different life. He’s accepted it, for the most part, doesn’t really give a shit about being normal or whatever. No one’s normal.
But this…Eddie’s not used to this. He’s never had someone hold his face in their hands, look him dead in the eyes and say, “Eddie Munson. For better or for worse, and fuck, I know this is worse, I want to know you.”
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the beginning of a bad joke
alligator_writes
At the beginning of his rant, lecture, whatever, Hottie stares right at him. He has a really intense stare. Pretty brown eyes set in a prettier face with even prettier hair on top of his head. Eddie gets distracted by all that pretty and by trying to make his point.
And he doesn’t notice until halfway through that Hottie isn’t looking at him anymore. He’s looking at his friend.
Eddie looks at her, too. Looks at her confused and focused expression. Looks at her hands moving rapidly.
Oh. G-d.
Hottie’s deaf, isn’t he?
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I Took The Good Times, I’ll Take The Bad Times (I Take You Just The Way You Are)
steddieeddie
In 1984, Eddie Munson told Steve he was going to marry him one day laying in the quiet confines of Steve’s room.
In 1985, they broke up. It wasn’t because they wanted to, but because Steve thought they had to. They spent almost an entire year apart, hurting, wondering about what could have been.
In 1986, Steve Harrington was almost fatally injured in the final attack against The Upside Down, against Vecna. He spent seventy six days comatose, and then almost an entire year in the hospital learning how to be a person again. He learns how to open and close his hands, hold things, and how to feed himself again. Steve learns how to stand, how to walk, going from walker to cane by the time he is allowed to go home.
In 1987, he did just that. He goes home.
It was a slow process. Way slower than Steve wanted it to be, but it was worth it.
Sure, his hands were never going to work the same, there was constant pain in his arms and left leg, and he would never walk without a cane, but at least he’s alive.
He made it.
That was what mattered.
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astrolynnworld · 3 months
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stress reliever
pairing: chris x reader
summary: the baby is taking a toll on the readers mental health so chris decides to be her stress reliever
warnings: smut! pregnant reader, mental health, sadness, stress, smut, language, dom chris, reassurance, praise, love, romance
a/n: love me a request
word count: 1,127
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life sucks so much lately. everything is a nuisance
i feel like my decisions aren’t mine anymore, everything i do revolves around this baby.
and i can’t help but feel like that’s never gonna change.. because isn’t that what having a kid is like?
putting them first above you at all times because you want them to push for more than you ever could?
it’s all so stressful. i wouldn’t even know the first thing about being a mother, yet i have 4 months until i officially become one.
i can’t even do the things i used to enjoy anymore. all i do is eat, sleep, feel sick, and linger around the house
chris tries his best to keep me active and motivated but nothing has been working
i feel like he can tell that i’ve been so down lately
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“baby come on let’s go for a walk” chris begs
“i don’t want too. i want to stay in bed” i reply
“come on, you’ve been in bed all day. let’s go outside” he responds back
“chris it’s fine, the day is almost over. we don’t need to be outside doing absolutely nothing.” i snap then retract
chris climbs into bed with me
“baby what’s wrong.. honestly” he starts up
i sigh trying to hold back my tears, “i just feel like im not ready to be a mother”
“why would you ever think that baby?” he says softly
“how am i supposed to take care of our baby girl when i can barely take care of myself? i have NOTHING going for myself chris.” i start the sentence to my mini rant
“how will she ever look up to her failure of a mother? the mother with a shitty job, no car, and can’t even make anything of herself” i say starting to cry at this point
“i’m NOT ready to bring a child into my world. im going to be a TERRIBLE mother chris. don’t you see that?” i ask rhetorically while resting my face in my hands
chris grabs my chin, “y/n..”
“don’t chris.” i say
“look at me y/n”
i look up to a soft kind glare plastered on chris’ face
he starts wiping my tears away, “you’re the most beautiful, kindest, honest, loving, hard working woman i know”
“there is not a doubt in my mind that you’re going to be an amazing and incredible mother” he continues
“you’re not afraid speak your mind, you’re so independent, you don’t let any obstacle overcome who you are, and you’re always down for a good challenge”
i let out a soft smile
“i’d be LUCKY if our daughter was anything like you. i’d rather nothing more.”
“do you really mean that?” i ask
“you think our daughter should come out anything like me” he says while laughing
“no..” i chuckle back
“exactly. you don’t see what i see but of course you’re the perfect role model for our daughter, you’re an amazing person y/n. and i know you’re going to be an amazing mother.” he responds back in a smile
i calm down and give chris a hug
“im so grateful that i have you by my side doing this with me” i say as i hug him tighter
i pull away and give him a kiss
“i love you so much y/n” he says before giving me another kiss
then another one..
and another one…
“christopher.” i laugh
“come on” he smiles as he flips me on my back, “your lips are so soft” he dives back into another kiss
he starts kissing down my neck
“chris.. you don’t have to do this” i say as i put up a little resistance
“shh baby, just let me show you how amazing you are” he responds
i nod my head bring my neck up for another kiss on the lips. to which he fulfills
he keeps kissing me as he slides me out of my pants and underwear.
“fuck your pussy is so pretty baby.” he says while rubbing my clit
i let out a slight moan at the warm hand rubbing my juices in
“so wet for me baby” he says as he lifts his hand to taste my juices
“you make me so hard baby”
“chris please..” i whine
“please what baby” he responds
“please fuck me”
“dont need to ask me twice” he chuckles as he whips out his cock
he starts teasing the outside of my pussy with his head
causing me to arch my back into the sheets
“fuck you’re so hot baby. how bad do you want it”
“so bad, please please please put it in baby” i beg
he slides his cock in slowly and i whimper at the feeling of his member filling my hole
“fuck chris. i forget how big you are” i whisper in a whine
he bends his head to meet a kiss on my lips as he starts to slide in and out
“you’re so perfect for me baby, don’t ever forget that.” he says through grunts
“you’re mine. only mine” he continues
i continue to let the praise wash over me as he pounds inside me
“i want you to say it for me baby. say that you’re mine” he says while picking up the pace
“im yours chris” i whimper
“say that you’re my pretty little girl” he demands
“im your pretty little girl chris only yours” i continue to whine
“yes baby. say that you’re an good girl” he continues
“i’m such a good gir- fuck. i’m the best girl”
“yes keep saying it baby, i want to hear you louder” he groans
“i’m a good girl chris. i’m such a good girl. i’m only your good girl. i’m a good girl.” i continue as i feel my orgasm overtake my stomach
chris’ pace quickens as he feels my pussy clench around him
“ooh fuck chris. don’t stop.” i beg him as i ride my high out
“i’m gonna cum too baby” chris cries
“yes baby cum in me. fill me up” i moan out to him
he throws his head up and lets out a loud exhale from his mouth as he releases his all into me
“oh my go- fuck.” says chris
i start chuckling
“what’s so funny” he says as he starts looking down at me
“nothing. i just love you so much” i reply
“well i love you more baby. i hope you never have to question my love for you”
he pulls out of me and helps me up so we can wipe me down and put my clothes on
“i hope that took all your worries and stress away princess” he says as he gives me a quick kiss on the forehead
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a/n- i don’t know if i’m tagging right but @sturnioloenthusiast @littlebookworm803 <3
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mvltisstuff · 7 months
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could you please write ANYTHING for steven! no one writes for him and i love your writing!
would love a friends to lovers story but im working with crumbs so anything will do
you are in love - s.c
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summary: request
steven conklin x reader
a/n: he looks so cute in this gif i’m crying 🩷 i hope you enjoy this, one of my fav tropes :))
the years had passed by so fast, each one leaving lost confessions in the dust. y/n would always regret it, but then new years came around and she promised herself she would say something. then year one passed, and year two.
she didn’t say anything to steven. she only gave small hints and signs, but he never really saw any of them. little did y/n know was that he was doing the same, sending her little messages with his mind and he broke every time she didn’t notice. it was pure oblivion, neither of them seeing the pure love they had for each other.
they lived as friends for too long. the runs on the beach, the bakery trips, the boardwalk dates were still friendly engagements. it was the complete opposite of what they wanted.
y/n had no idea how steven was missing it, even being valedictorian. he was the first to stand up at her sport games, or any of her activities that she did good at. he’d always have the most loving beam on his face when she showed him a good grade she got on a test. and she was the first one on her feet at his graduation.
she helped him practice his speech all the time, over the phone and even some long weekends in person. y/n was always there for steven, through the good times and the bad. when he achieved his goal, or when he lost susannah. she held him while he cried, listened to every agonizing word that left his mouth. he has no clue how to thank her for any of that, as she was the only consistent support system in his life, the constant source of love that he could never be derived of.
she drove hours to his school, sitting right in the audience with his family as he walked up to the podium. each word of his speech left with such grace, being delivered with his class in a mature way. the moment the last word in the paper left his mouth, she was on her feet, clapping her hands together and getting his attention first. his eyes wandered to her, the most alluring smile illuminating the room he was in. he was surrounded by classmates and their families, but suddenly, he and y/n became the only people there. he stepped down, accepting his diploma and making his way out after the graduation ceremony.
y/n pushed through the crowd of people in their blue gowns and caps, trying to find the only one who mattered to her. as she twisted and turned around the people, seeing no one that was remotely close to steven. he noticed her from far away, pulling away from an embrace with his mother and sister, seeing y/n trying to shuffle through the crowds.
his feet started moving toward her before he could even think straight. he just saw her gorgeous face, the one he just wants to love out of the silence. she finally landed her eyes on him, seeing the diploma being handed off to laurel. she started stepping quicker toward him, but it still felt like slow motion.
her heels clicked on the ground outside, trying to contain the wide smile she had on her lips. she was preparing to be there for steven after his graduation, but only as a friend. she so badly wanted more, but she pushed through their friendship with what seemed like ease.
when they finally reached, he pulled her into his arms, lifting her legs off the ground and her knees bent. y/n wrapped her arms around him, softly squealing in his ear about how proud she was, and that his speech was perfect. she started to blabber on about how amazing he is, moments away from spilling her whole heart out on the floor.
he giggles at her words flying out of her mouth at an insane speed, placing his hands on her shoulder and stealing her from her own mind.
“steven, you don’t even understand how good that was!” she rants in the most adorable way. “i don’t know how else to say how proud of you i am!”
“y/n, listen,” he grins, lifting her chin up to look at him, who stands tall over her.
“i’m sorry! i just needed you to know how amazing you are.”
he can only manage to smile back, tilting his head a bit at her. “can i talk now?” he asks, jokingly, as she quiets down to let him talk.
“i just wanted to say, that i’m leaving the stupid steven in high school,” he begins, leaving y/n’s brows and nose to scrunch up.
“huh?”
he places his two fingers back on the tip of her chin, lifting it closer to his face and planting his lips on hers. it felt so natural, as if they could’ve been doing it for years. y/n simply let it happen, the moment she’d been praying for finally happening.
his soft, warm lips touched against her own, the faint taste of mint gum on lips and the strength of his cologne. a weight was lifted off stevens shoulders as he deepened the kiss, the same load being swiped off y/n’s.
when they finally fell back down to earth, y/n smiled against stevens lips, the sweet grin only making him further infatuated with her.
“you’re the only one i want, y/n,” he says. “i can’t hide it anymore.”
“don’t ever hide it again,” y/n replies, reaching up on her toes to peck his lips again. the firework had finally been ignited, and burst beautifully in the brightest colors in the sky.
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stomach-bugg09 · 1 year
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I just need everyone’s reaction to the reader graduating/going to college now in the modern day au
tags: @pinkhotdogsfr @bonnibuckets @liyahsocorro @wxnderingthoughts @itssiaaax @grierpilots @eywas-heir @historygeekqueen @missroro @hjkshshjkhklh
graduating ( sully!daughter modern headcanons )
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jake
oh my goodness he is so proud of his girl
like obviously he knew she would graduate and leave, but still... it's such a big accomplishment that she made it through thirteen years of the american public school system
not only that, but she literally made it into one of her top five schools
even though it's far away
when she first got the acceptance letter, neytiri and him looked at each other and were just like "oh no," only because their baby girl would be so far away from them
when they went to visit the campus, they knew there was no way they could convince her to stay closer
didn't cry on the graduation day because he knew he had to stay positive for [y/n] since it was a big accomplishment ( plus neytiri was emotional enough for the both of them )
the day she moved out though... yikes !!
he was a wreck
suddenly he had this whole montage of the moment he first held her, dancing around the kitchen with her when she was a toddler, taking her on her first rollercoaster, her fifth grade graduation, taking pictures with her at her eighth grade dance, all of it crashed down in him at once
dropping her off hurt
so much
but nothing could diminish how proud her was that he was [y/n]'s father
neytiri
oh my goodness gracious
you know i'm about to rant about how emotional and stressful this mama bear was
she was so confusing because, while she dreaded the moment her daughter would leave them, she also wanted everything to be perfect
she wanted [y/n] to have the best senior night for sports / as the lacrosse team manager, the best senior prom, the best lady birthday while living with them, the best senior year
it was what her daughter deserved
the graduation party was amazing, but behind the scenes it was extremely stressful
lo'ak thinks he's traumatized from the entire week leading up to it
but it still ended up perfect with appearances from family members from across the country
uncle tsu'tey even showed up !!
neytiri put so much work in because she wanted the best for [y/n]
but after that graduation, it was the final moments of her enjoying the presence of her eldest child
the summer was interesting because, while [y/n] wanted to spend the last moments with her friends, with fali...
neytiri wanted [y/n] to herself
but she knew she couldn't do that
so she cherished the moments that she did have !!
they had some really epic board game nights over the summer
it was really dangerous and competitive though
but, for some weird reason, by the time they reached the date in which [y/n] moved out
neytiri was ready to let her go
she was sad, sure, but she was also so extremely excited for her daughter to adventure a world beyond her own, so excited for her daughter to make her name known
she can't wait to see what her daughter does in the world
neteyam
part of him doesn't really... realize that she's gonna leave
like he knows, but he doesn't know
for the majority of the year, he just treats it like the year before
there's nothing to make it weird or a big deal, it's just another normal year
it's only the end, as they near graduation, that he starts to panic
over the course of the last few years, he started making a box of memories being like, "oh, i'll give these to her when she graduates. that's going to be in like, a million years!" and alas...
as they get closer and closer to the moment in which he has to give her the box, he gets sad staring at it
sometimes he'll just sit there and look through, at one point thinking, "maybe i should just keep it for myself..."
but, one night at a pre-season lacrosse practice, he sees [y/n] sprinting towards him and fali
it's when she screams that she made it into her dream school that he knows he has to give it to her
( he'll never forget that night )
graduation is sad, but it's more happy than it tearworthy
they have the entire summer ahead of them, anyway! why ruin it now!
over the summer, they spend a good amount of time together, continuing to take their therapy drives as they scream music with the windows down
all neteyam can think is, "i'll miss this."
and all [y/n] can think is, "i'll miss him."
move out day is super rough
originally, neteyam was gonna fight tears and hold them in... but when he saw his big sister's sad eyes... the water works were heavy that day
nevertheless, it all just makes for an amazing time when she visits
kiri
aw man, this one is gonna be super bittersweet
they're so close, especially being the two oldest girls - they especially bonded in their childhood because they had to deal with neteyam together, and then eventually lo'ak
tuk came later, of course, but that was a good bit into their childhood
but, either way, she grew up looking up to her big sister
she wanted to be just like her
and eventually, when neteyam and kiri finally reached freshman year, they finally were able to get past the "annoying sibling" stage and just be best friends
sure, they hung out with different groups of people, but they were just happy with each other
always
and that's the only part that actually mattered to either of them
kiri isn't big on being emotional
but every time, over the past year, that kiri thought of her big sister leaving
she would get extremely sad
she refused to listen to any sort of bittersweet song with her sister ( ex. rivers and roads, landslide, vienna, etc. )
she keeps trying to be excited for [y/n] but she just keeps getting sad
kiri was eerily silent on the day of graduation, she honestly only really talked to tuk the whole day
when her big sister confronted her that night, kiri burst into tears in [y/n]'s arms and just spewed everything out
and that was when [y/n] promised, despite how far they were, despite her not being at home anymore
she would always pick up the phone when kiri called and she would not hesitate to book a flight home if kiri needed it
she was here for her baby siblings, even when she was gone
and that made kiri feel the tiniest bit better
although she was still a complete sobbing mess on move-out day, but that was more bittersweet than it was sad
lo'ak
lo'ak didn't know he was so attached to his big sister until she started applying to colleges
he began to keep tabs, noting exactly where she wanted to go, her chances of going to far away school, all that stuff
of course he wanted her to go to her dream school, but he also panicked
what if she was in danger one day? what if she was dying and she had two hours left to live and they missed the time slot because of airport traffic?
his sister assured that would never happen, but lo'ak still had an entire plan just in case it did
it was an extremely odd thing to have his sister leave after being in high school with her for only one year
it was gonna feel particularly emptier next year when she wasn't teasing him every time he hung out with tsireya at school
it was gonna be extremely sad when he didn't get anymore doordash or uber eats
but the graduation dinner she picked made it worth it, he supposes
she chose some really good food
he was sad, but he was just as excited for his time to leave so he couldn't blame her
he was more worried about just not seeing her
she's always been a constant in his life, so it's really weird when she suddenly... stops
they still keep their snapchat streak even after she leaves
tuk
ahh this poor baby
she's like a little bit clueless about it all ?? she hears her family talking about her big sister leaving, and she's like, "oh, that's gonna take forever to get here."
time just moves a little faster than anyone expected
she's more excited and happy than dad just because her sister seems so happy about it all
tuk doesn't really understand what it means
she doesn't quite get that [y/n] is actually leaving them
so, while graduation is fun and exciting, move out day is a wake up call for this baby sister
absolutely losing her mind as she hugs her sister goodbye
tears and snot all over
including on [y/n]'s shoulder after she picked her up and hugged her
will steal one of her siblings' phones and text or call her sister like all the time
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moonsorchid · 1 month
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Rewatching ep.28 of Love Between Fairy and Devil
Part 2
(spoilers ahead)
So, where were we? Oh, yes, Xunfeng being Xunfeng
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I love how DFQC simply smiles at Xiao Lanhua and they both go ahead and ignore Xunfeng
“Hatred is the foundation of the Moon Tribe.” *sigh* Xunfeng, my dear boy
“You made my brother indulge in love and neglect his duties” translation: Why no one loves me? Also, when did DFQC neglect his duties? Well, apart from the hellfire hiccup
“And you connected your lives through the One Heart Curse.” It’s not like she did it on purpose, dude. She doesn’t even know how she did it
Look at his face. Leave my babies alone, Xunfeng!
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Xiao Lanhua has grown so much from that childish, carefree fairy. Even her voice is more mature. She states reasons why she has to go into the cave, using valid and logical arguments. And that is why I don’t understand people who refuse to watch it only due to her baby voice in the first episodes. It’s called character development
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Their first fight as a couple. “No, I will sacrifice my life for you.” – “No, I will.” They sound as if they have already been married for 30000 years
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So much angst. There is a fanfic waiting to be written here where he grabs her, kisses her and they have crazy make up s*x
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Xiao Lanhua, as I am rewatching this, my respect for you has grown immensely. She never cowered in front of him, she offered well structured arguments that he couldn’t refute, and she proved to him and his people that she wants to be perceived as an equal to the Moon Supreme, and not a trophy or someone he has to break rules for in order to protect her
Earlier, DFQC took a step back in his character development, regressing to his villainous ways, issuing an order stating that those who will mention the rule about the cave will be killed. But her stance prevents him from becoming the evil, authoritative ruler he once was. (There is also probably a slight fear in the back of his mind that she might not make it out of the cave alive and that would mean that he would die too. However, that is a fear he has to face and trust her)
Paused to admire how beautiful this scene is  
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You are the best, Xiao Lanhua, and I love you
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“You made all the decisions yourself. You did whatever you wanted. You never asked me about my thoughts. But we are going to be husband and wife now. Then things should change. There is no hierarchy between a couple. No matter what happens, we have to face it together. Can you respect that?” I have no words, she is simply amazing
Side rant. Their love is so deep and transcendent because it is based on principles, respect, friendship, communication, not merely in physical attraction. There could never be a better partner for DFQC than Xiao Lanhua. She was the one who helped him heal his feelings, face his demons, get in touch with his authentic self and had the courage to face him as an equal. And in return, he was the one who challenged her to mature, to find her strength, and treat herself with the utmost respect and love she was never given. Side rant over
Xunfeng just happened to have on him the elixir that will prevent DFQC from feeling her suffering
And of course Xunfeng is feeling regrets: No, don’t go into the cave, I only said it so that you would give up. I don’t want you to suffer. I am not the bad guy here. I never meant to cause such trouble, I was just trying to scare you. My brother will never forgive me. I am laughing, Xunfeng, I am laughing so much
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I can’t explain why, but I love this scene. Words fail me, I am just feeling emotional
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Babieeeees
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I won’t cry, I won’t cry
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No, poor Xiao Lanhua :(
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See you in ep. 29
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elenasparks1305 · 1 year
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ONE PUNCH-MAN FANGIRLING THOUGHTS: AN ESSAY
It’s been such a long time since i even posted anything here. This is kind of like a summary to the vent session(s) I had with my friend about the latest chapters. She suggested I post it here so here goes.
First of all.
Loved it.
Loved that so much.
It was right down my alley.
I know some people didn’t like how some things were done, that’s fair, you can’t please everyone. I was kinda bummed by how things were wrapped up too to be honest. I’ll get to it later.
But the things they did with Saitama’s character? A masterpiece. The artwork? Godly.
I am a sucker for metaphors in art and the latest chapters were just chock full of them.
Of course the fight scenes were ungodly amazing too, don’t get me wrong. But the metaphors? *chefs kiss *
Let’s get to the rants.
Here’s a list of the beautiful symbolisms that I managed to glean from reading the final chapters in both English and Japanese.
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1. The fallout rain
It’s a natural phenomenon that has happened before in Japan during the world war. How they executed the phenomenon, though, was perfection.
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(Absolutely loved this page)
Loved how they used the rain as a metaphor for the sadness that somebody important just died, but also since it’s in bnw, you can’t really tell if it’s blood, or some people had assumed it was oil from Genos, or if it was what it really was: the fallout rain.
But it fits all the symbolism in my opinion, since it was basically all of them. It symbolises the blood (or in Genos’s case; oil) that’s in Saitama’s hands. It symbolises the consequences to his action (or inaction).
Saitama decided to spare Garou and not deal the finishing blow to him when he had the chance. He was responsible for Garou being able to have contact with the god thing, and therefore become the cosmic horror. Saitama is indirectly responsible for the deaths, and most importantly, Genos’s death.
I also loved how Murata drew the streaks down his eyes, like he was crying. Quite sure that it’s intentional.
I loved Saitama’s expression. I can see the disbelief, the despair, and utter shock in his face. I believe that’s called a shell-shocked expression?
To me, his expression seems to cry out, “Why did everything end up becoming like this?”
It was genuinely heartbreaking to see that in his face. Murata is a true artist for portraying that so expertly. That expression of utter shock was incredibly fitting for someone like Saitama. I’ll explain why I think so.
All this time Saitama has never bothered to put his heart in any of his fights, cuz he’s basically invincible. He has no stakes in any fights and this one was no different. Unlike other heroes, he never had anything to lose in any fights cuz he’s always going to win. He knows that.
So it’s just so fitting because of his character’s portrayal; someone who’s lost touch with the real world and his emotions. He is basically invincible, and was so alone he really didn’t have anything to lose.
That is, until he did.
Up to this point we’ve been showed crumbs of how Saitama cares about Genos (pretending to be his teacher, running to his aid first thing after getting out of the MA lair, ignoring Garou, and let’s not forget the core touching scene lol).
All in all, we are shown bits and pieces how much Saitama cares about Genos, and I think Saitama does know that he cares about Genos (maybe not as aware as to how much he cares tho). Thing is, up to this point, I don’t think Saitama has ever seriously considered Genos actually dying. It’s fair since he always comes back even after getting brutally beat up like in the Seaking arc.
So in this instance I think it genuinely rattles Saitama to the core to realize that Genos can actually die.
And that he actually does have something to lose after all.
The usage of the fallout rain as a symbolism was perfect for this one. I absolutely love it.
2. The Face Swap
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Let’s not forget this one.
The way Saitama has a black tone all over his face and Garou has a light colored one is a very deliberate symbolism.
I’ve seen a lot of people calling this one out too and I agree with what they call it.
Saitama is the hero in this story, but at this moment, he is the one who doesn’t give a fuck about anything and anyone else but the object of his revenge, which, if I recall correctly, is what we call a villain.
Meanwhile we have Garou, the guy who calls himself the villain, yet at his heart of hearts, is actually not evil.
Some people have mentioned that Saitama is the hero with villainous tendencies and Garou is the villain with heroic tendencies. I do agree with that.
Some people argue that Saitama did not intend to destroy the earth and while for some reason I do believe destroying the earth itself wasn’t the intention, the lack of caring of what’s going to happen in the aftermath of that serious punch is undeniable.
We have seen the devastation of what a serious punch can cause during the early days of one punch man series, when Saitama sparred against Genos. Imagine that kind of devastation inflicted upon the already broken down area. It would’ve been atrocious. If the other heroes there weren’t already dying, they’d surely be dead if they got caught in the aftermath of that punch. Especially because if I recall their positioning correctly:
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Yup. Directly behind Garou and Blast.
And I doubt Blast could tank the aftermath of a serious punch enough to protect everyone else, sorry Blast.
Had Garou not return the serious punch, the destruction of the whole area would still be imminent.
And Saitama did not care.
So yeah, villain. A hero with villainous tendencies sounds about right.
While Garou was his opposite; the villain with heroic tendencies. Polar opposite fists sounds about right. That, couples with how ONE had once mentioned that Garou is the anti-Saitama? I do believe that explains everything quite well.
3. Jupiter
The Jupiter scene is incredible. Period.
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This whole scene depicts just how far behind Garou is compared to Saitama. Jupiter behind Saitama seems to symbolise just how massive the storm in Saitama’s heart is, and plus it depicts what an ominous presence Saitama currently was. Compare that to how small Garou is in the lower part of the screen. The result of this fight has been clear from the start.
Saitama is drawn at the top is already symbolic of how far above of Garou he is. And Jupiter’s surface behind him is drawn like an eye, which I’m pretty sure is symbolic too about how he stands as the eye of the storm.
Which as we all know, is the calmest part of the storm.
He did look calm didn’t he?
At least on the outside he did.
The storm behind him symbolises the storm brewing inside, waiting to release its fury on Garou.
4. The Core holding scene (not that one)
I have not seen anybody talk about this one yet. This one is a bit less obvious and I only caught on because I read the Japanese version. So I’m gonna be posting the picture in Japanese.
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Here Saitama was talking shit to Garou, which was already rare coming from Saitama. But what he said in Japanese made me realize why this picture was made in that composition.
Here Saitama said “そのためなんだろ?” which was translated to “isn’t that the whole point of this?” In the english version. It’s not wrong. But in my opinion it fails to capture the nuance of why the picture was drawn like that.
What Saitama said could also be roughly translated as: “what you did was for this right?” Which, when we look at the way they put emphasis on Genos’s core in that picture, seems to want to say “you killed him for this, right?”
It hurt me when I realised that but also
That’s how you do composition in storytelling. Honestly I’m kinda sad more people didn’t catch on. Some animators even made awesome fan animations and I saw a few failed to include Genos’s core in that scene, which saddens me even more cuz the animations were great otherwise.
To be fair it’s a very nuanced thing, which sometimes get lost in translation. I get that.
So here I am trying to explain away one of my favourite pages lol.
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And while we’re on the topic of translations, let’s talk Japanese. And by that I mean let’s talk about the original Japanese dialogue. This is gonna be me nerding out about the original Japanese phrases in the manga so be warned.
Let’s start from the top.
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This page is really heartbreaking.
Basically here, what Saitama said was actually closer to: “I really do not have what they called a hero’s instinct at all huh……”
He’s not questioning whether or not he has a hero’s instinct. He’s admitting that he does not in fact have a hero’s instinct, at all.
It hurts for me to read that because that’s a very defeated phrase to say for someone who already, in the previous chapters, stated the doubts he had of his own heroism. It shows just how hurt he was at this scene. It kinda justified how he basically threw all caution to the wind and went for the overpowered punch right after that…
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Let’s take a break from the sad.
This one is, in fact, very correct. The English translation has Garou say “later then lol”.
It is in fact what he says.
He did say “w”, which is the abbreviation for “wara”, which in Japanese is 「笑」. It means “laugh”. It is the Japanese word for ‘lol’. It’s usually a chat thing though, not a spoken word but it’s super common even my bosses at work uses it regularly.
So this one is, in fact, not a mistranslation. They got it 100% correct on this one.
Let’s go for another sad.
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The clinging word here is pretty accurate in my opinion. However the word they used for this in Japanese was 縋る (sugaru). I went to the dictionary for more context and I got it. Let’s see if I can convey the whole meaning in English. It be difficult this one.
This word is very emotional, as it has the meaning of “to clutch really strongly on to something or someone, that is the sole dependable/trustworthy figure in times of pain or hardship”.
The dictionary mentions that this word is closely related to 頼る(tayoru) which means to lean on someone for support. But the former put a far stronger emphasis on the dependence and trust placed in the something or someone than the latter.
That one hurt me.
To realize that Genos and Tareo were depicted as the sole emotional support to Saitama and Garou respectively that they trusted and depended on. It was almost enough to make me tear up.
If Garou was comparable to Saitama, Genos is comparable to Tareo in terms of what they are to each of their respective idols.
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They even share the same bald spot <3
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Let’s wrap this up with a sweet one.
This moment when Genos thought he needed to tell this story to the people who needed to know? The Japanese is admittedly a bit ambiguous. It is written 人間, which directly translates to human. However, this word is used pretty regularly in lots of different meaning (singular or plural both) depending on the context. Which led me to believe that, Genos is not trying to tell this to “the people” who needed to hear.
He meant he needed to tell just one person. And he did it immediately after that.
It wasn’t about any other people.
It was just about Saitama.
And that’s so like Genos.
Saitama was the person who needed to hear that yes, he actually did make it in time. Yes, he did manage to save everyone including Genos. Yes, he is a hero despite all his doubts.
I think it’s so sweet of him and so in character of Genos to be thinking of Saitama first. It makes sense too, because he made that promise to himself during the seaking arc that he wouldn’t interfere if Saitama chose to play the role of a bad guy but he’s gonna be there for his Sensei whenever he’s in a pinch.
It’s like a throwback to the aftermath of the meteor where he voiced his solid appreciation and devotion to his Sensei after that public lynching to support and make Saitama feel better.
It’s so like Genos to take it as part of his role as Saitama’s disciple to protect his Sensei and remind him that he is appreciated. Especially after thinking he’s just giving up the acknowledgment for the sake of other heroes again (he just doesn’t remember tho lol).
Protective Sensei is a force to be reckoned with.
Protective borg is a sweet borg.
Too bad Saitama doesn’t remember so he honestly doesn’t understand Genos was being sweet.
It’s ok Genos, we know.
Hopefully Saitama will too.
Anyways, I can go on and on about my take on their relationship but I’m running out if space for this one (I’m on phone) so I’m gonna wrap this one up.
Maybe I will write another one if I feel like it.
Cheers~
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aaahkjdgks okay okay I have a cute idea for a soft!yandere edward nashton imagine; reader doesn't know how to react and is a little timid by the smothering and worshipping attention the riddler gives her, like showing her off to his followers and being like "ill keep you safe and delete the stream later, but i just couldn't help showing them my gorgeous soulmate 😍"
A/N: It's an AmAzInG idea and I loved writing it 😄 comment if you wanna join my taglistttt 💚
Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)
Warnings: Soft yandere Riddler, obsessive loving Eddie, suggestive stuff and fluff 🥰
Words: 997
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You really aren't used to this.
You're used to having privacy, people minding their own business uncaringly, the occasional hug and all from your friends in Gotham. But not this.
It was ever since you chose to go into that stupid diner instead of being bothered to make yourself something at home. He'd looked up from where he was sitting, hunched over some puzzle book, and his eyes went round in shock and awe. He'd smiled softly at you when you caught his eye, and you'd returned it, albeit hesitantly.
Well. Here you are now. Locked in his apartment. Not used to this.
Of course, you could escape, but you don't want to have to deal with Edward's tantrums and demands to his followers to keep an eye out for you, since he won't actually try to come after you and drag you back. He loves you too much. He doesn't want to 'force' you into anything, he wants you to come to him yourself.
Of course, there's never really been a time where you've had to come to him yourself, because Edward Nashton is always there first.
Dragging you into tight hugs when you're working on your laptop or reading a book. He'll whine that you're on it too much when you're supposed to be paying attention to him; look at him, so he can look back into your eyes and fall deeper in love all over again. Edward claims he's not that physical, but he sure as hell is with you. His cuddles are suffocating and protective, and he'll take the opportunity to nuzzle into your neck, whispering sweet words into your ear and rocking you in his arms.
Deep kisses to remind you he's there when you're both watching TV or reading a book in bed or something. It's not like you need reminding that he's pressed up beside you as close as he can get, but that doesn't stop Edward from kissing whatever skin he can reach - your neck, hands, cheeks, lips. Especially your lips. He gets giddily addicted to the warm, passionate feeling, and within moments he's practically on your lap, your body trapped underneath his and hands held tightly above your head as he eagerly sucks and lets shaky whines escape him. You can't help but kiss him back at that point, running a hand softly through his hair, and he breaks away to collapse on top of you in a moaning mess, leaning into your touch, which you smile in amusement at.
Sometimes he'll cry to you about the orphanage from years ago, clinging onto you desperately and pleading with you to promise him that you'll never leave him. Tell him that you want to be with him forever, that you've always been his just like he's always been yours, because that's what soulmates do. He tells the same to his followers when he's the Riddler, the same green eyes behind those clear-framed glasses that stare at you adoringly when he's in the middle of a rant.
One evening, he'd given into the asks to see what you're like and how you look, since the followers had heard so much about your 'angelic influence,' and you'd watched in shock as he actually shifted the camera to focus on you.
Comments flooded onto the screen, and the Riddler giggled approvingly as he read them and came closer to you.
"Oh, I know! Isn't she just beautiful?! You see, my love, they agree with me!"
You watched dumbfounded, looking past the camera to the Riddler.
"You're showing my face," you said quietly, looking him straight in the eye, "which means I can be identified, Riddler."
"Don't worry about that," he assured you with a giggle, "I won't be saving this stream, just to keep you safe, okay, sweetheart? And no screenshotting, guys, because you should know by now that I can tell who does that."
You hesitated, glancing at the camera and back at the Riddler warily.
"You're worrying," he cooed, sitting beside you and lifting you onto his lap. "Don't, angel. I just couldn't resist showing them my ethereal soulmate, you understand? I'll always keep you protected, don't doubt me now..."
There wasn't much you could do, except let him finish his stream and choose not to keep it up, and he pulls off his mask and fixes his glasses contentedly, looking over at you with a wide smile.
"There. All gone!"
You nod slowly, a small smile on your face. "Thanks?"
"You're welcome," he hums, taking your hands in his as he helps you up from your seat and tugs you into a hug, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead before leaning back to look at you properly.
"Are you tired, darling?"
"Not really."
"You want to do puzzles with me instead?"
You bite back a smile at the typical choice of activity, and nod. "Yeah, okay."
Edward's eyes light up in happiness. "Really?!"
"Really. I think I'm... getting used to things now," you admit, surprising yourself slightly by your words. "You know, I like you too, Eddie."
Edward's breath catches, and his hands rest on your cheeks. "Can you say that again?"
"I like you too," you respond with a light smile, and he grins dreamily.
"Didn't I tell you? I knew you would, lovely! Soulmates, see?"
"I know-"
"And soon you'll love me, maybe as much as I do you," he continues in a daze, rocking you in his hold, "and everything will be just perfect."
Edward looks so sure, blissfully so, and before you can answer, he leans in to kiss you, pressing your body flush against his as he twirls your hair in his fingers and licks and melds against your lips. Your arms come around his shoulders after a moment, and you let yourself relax, shutting up the worries about being partially exposed as the Riddler's love. Because you are. And there's nothing you can do about it.
You'll get used to it.
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I have this HC that ocean has never seen any Disney movies cause her parents banned them.
the minute the choir found out she hadn’t seen any of them they binged every Disney movie with her
It also ties in with my other HC that they must watch at least one movie together a night or they will die
Originally it started out with them saying they’d go in order starting with Snow White but that never happened
Every single one of them suggested they played their favourite Disney movie first,
ocean got annoyed and ended up just making them go in alphabetical order
The other five of them all started a competition on what movie would be her favourite
Constance’s favourite movie is Winnie the Pooh, for oceans first Disney movie she sat honestly mesmerised, she absolutely loved it.
The others had a wonderful time watching this usually very “I’m so grown up and important” loose her shit over an animated bear
Mischa followed them up with Mulan , and yes Mischa did pick up her and penny and swing them around when “I’ll make a man out of you”
She loved it thought it was amazing. Honestly she wasn’t expecting to like binging them with them but it’s honestly the most fun she’d had watching movies.
Noel being the extra, France loving fucker that he is couldnt decide between beauty and the beast and hunchback of Notre Dame
they watched them both to make him shut up
Yes ocean did go on a long rant about how disgusting Claude Frollo was, she did agree with Noel on the fact it was a good movie but she did sit disgusted every scene Claude Frollo was in.
Beauty and the beast however was her favourite so far, she loved it, she laughed she cried. Enjoyed it thoroughly.
She also finally understood what song they were singing when Mischa would pick up anything.
She was also surprised on how much she loved the relationship in it (my home girl is aro ace and would never ship anything but she does think the entire thing was adorable-)
Penny’s favourite is bolt, (Alice in Wonderland is a close second) no I will not hear any one out for anything else I will stand by this still I die
Ocean thought It was amazing, she also didn’t expect it to make her cry but when mittens did her sprach about people leaving her veins she burst out in tears
She found herself humming along to the songs in it with penny who was singing them pull force.
Ricky’s favourite is actually meet the Robinsons, I will stand by this as well, he loves the future stuff, he loves the villain, he loves the singing frogs
Ricky had basically spoiled the entire movie for her before they even started cause he got excited but she didn’t mind,
Everyone in the room agreed that goob deserved better
And yes before anyone asks she did cry when mufasa died
After watching all of them? Encanto ended up being her favourite, Isabella was her favourite like anyone would have guessed.
She cried at “what else can I do?” And “surface pressure”
And for the group’s competition for what one out of their favourites she’d like the most? It was meet the Robinsons
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my latest films!!!
hi hello citizens of loserville i bring you a few ramblings about a few movies bc why the hell not!! very much not proofread i just wrote down whatever popped into my head so yk bear that in mind
fight club (1999) -
this was my tenth rewatch............................. THIS IS MY COMFORT MOVIE OKAYY DON'T JUDGE ME second time to see it on the big screen too!!! this is the perfect movie for me - it has the soundtrack (btw when i first saw this film i got so addicted to the score that the artist ended up being on my spotify top5), it has the actors, it has the outfits, the pacing, THE JOKES, the visuals etc etc etc it's very good for me
NOW this is very niche this is special but just yk stay with me here.... i am driven by two things - curiosity and spite. and my curiosity is very... extreme..... meaning that for like many years now i've been telling my friend about how i need to get punched in the face at least one bECAUSE I JUST NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE OKAY NOTHING MORE TO IT THAN PURE CURIOSITY and then i'm watching fight club..... and The Scene comes. brad pitt goes i want you to hit me. huh? edward norton goes huh? and then pitt just tells him that he's never been to a fight and drops the line of how much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight - the way my mouth just hung open i think a couple of flies flew in there. bc what. he... he gets me..... I JUST NEED TO KNOW OKAY it's stupid i know i know and yet......... here i am + somewhere on tumblr there's a post that says "touch starved but for physical violence,, touch starved but in a sensory seeking way,, AUTISTIC FIGHT CLUB WHEN???" and this just sums it up pretty well i think
i love the narrator btw. super loser. i like his final outfit and i like it when pitt calls him "ikea boy". he's literally me. + i don't like brad pitt he can die but his outfits in this one thoughhhhhhhhhhhh ULTIMATE GENDER GUY when he has that shorter shirt on and it lifts up when he raises his hands broooooo insane
oke anyway i really like this silly little movie i won't go too in depth bc this post is already long i am writing this after i already did the last two parts lmao
when harry met sally (1989) -
MY FIRST WATCHHH!!!! absolutely loved it. i was doing breathing exercises as to not BAWL MY FUCKING EYES OUT i am a changed person now.
had the amazing oppurtunity to see this at the cinema too and let me tell you - it just made it so much better. it feels... so fucking good.... to laugh with people. no better feeling than just a room full of strangers, laughing and enjoying a film together. hearing a chuckle from a row over or a whisper followed by a quiet giggle or just having the entirety of the room laugh together as one is just so so so good i'm sorry my vocabulary is just good and amazing but yk it's about the fucking point okay. i loved it. made me feel good, made my heart warm.
the movie itself. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. yeah. the main characters were so fucking great, felt like real people yk. and the dynamic between them???????????????????????? ouch. there's a point in the film where she says that she's difficult while bawling her eyes out and the guy responds with you're challenging with hearts in his eyes while gently brushing the hair from her face. look whatever i might be biased here - as a Challenging person myself, it just felt so reassuring to hear that like that. ++ while she's very stubborn and like things to be the way she wants them to be, he's so fucking patient with her and i think that's my favourite thing of the whole movie. how patient he is. how when everybody else is rolling their eyes, sighing, listening to her tell her very specific order - he's just calmly waiting with a smile on his face. yeah no i'm like super normal about this btw.
the same scene where's she's crying, she's ranting at first, right? she's pacing around, yapping his ear off while he's sitting on the bed with a tissue box in his hand, offering her one the second she throws the away. his eyes are glued to her, he's literally changing and turning himself on the bed so he could be facing her at all time. I'M SOOO NORMALLLLL. when she finally sits down, his eyes are still on her; i'm talking tilting his head just to catch a glimpse of her eyes. + how he kept touching her - a hand in her hair or a hand on her shoulder/thigh sighhhhhhhhhh this guy is the new rolemodel love how i say new when this film literally came out in 1989....
NOWWWW THIS MOVIE AND SATORU MY BELOVED. I THINK. HE WOULD FUCKING LOVE THIS ONE. I THINK HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT. i kept thinking about him during the movie too (smh down very bad) but i just.... i feel like he actually fits the male character very well. he's annoying. he's funny. he has a staring problem. he's touch starved. he's sensitive. he's silly. he's patient (yes while gojo can be very impatient with a lot of things i think when it comes to his beloved... he's ready to take all the time in the world). he's thoughtful. he's a bit childish. he's gentle. he's funny. yes i said that twice what about it. i love him i love them. there's a point in the film where the guy is talking about a hookup and he goes "i made her meow." and i just shghashagsahshgashgahg like c'monnnnn how is this not the most gojocoded thing ever. and he was super chill about it too; his friend had to ask three times you made her meow? and everytime he went i made her meow
this is genuinely a film that i recommend to everyone. it's so fucking sweet and i just had the biggest smile on my face throughout the entire thing ahhhh i really did love it please please lovers watch it<33
dune (2021)
this was my sixth time seeing this movie............. fourth time at the cinema too...... ANYWAY i love denis villeneuve this man is a fucking genius i love all of his movies soooooo much they always look amazing and they sound amazing
the sound design aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa sorry to get weird about it but hearing this is like having a real braingasm. especially at the cinema. my eyes were rolling back inside my head this is not a joke ++ the soundtrack. HELLOO???? i mean ofc it's good it's the god himself hans zimmer for fuck's sake he always delivers he's so fucking good
NOWW i neeed to talk about oscar isaac. very important. my most watched actor of last year btw i think he's wonderful. in this film - i think he gives the best performance out of the whole cast and you can't even argue with me bc i'm literally right. his character is so stoic and he seems so strong and powerful and yet whenever he's with his son or his wife you can just see the love. okay this is mostly villeneuve's directions but knowing oscar's work it's 10000% him too.
it's the small touches and gazes - right in the beginning, it's this important Thing and he's the duke of house atreides he needs to look the part, he looks tough he looks serious but then he looks over to his wife and gives THE most reassuring little look wahh and then he does the same with paul. and it's the other way around bc he looks at paul (his son for who don't know btw), kind of asking for reassurance too although he's literally the duke??? and they can't even stop the deal, it's already happening but he still wanted his son's approval...
i mean then it's the obvious "you'll still be the only thing I have ever wanted you to be- my son." LIKE WHAT AN INSANE LINE my daddy issues are crying a bit i think. and when they're talking he has his hand on his shoulder and it just sooo refreshing to see a father-son relationship like that.
and when he's with his wife, jessica..... godddddd the hand holding when they arrive on arrakis.... the way he lays his head on her lap while she massages the skin between his brows and he reaches up, just to hold her too................. FUUUCKKKK and it's just his eyes man he acts with his eyes and he's sooo fucking good
talking about his eyes- eee wait this paragraph contains a big spoiler ig so if u haven't seen it don't read this one. anyway... when he's paralysed and he can literally only act with his eyes.............. HE DOES IT SO WELL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA when the baron gets close and talks about how his family will die how his son will die and the one singular tear falls broooooooooooo i can'tttt he's sickk i love him a lot
this is such a simple movie while simultaneously being like light years away from simple. not a lot happens while a lot happens??????? first time u might be a bit confused (this is questionable though bc i haven't read the book but i thought that villeneuve made the story rather easy to understand but my dad (who also hasn't read the book) didn't understand shit and i had to explain everything to him????) while again - not a lot is happening. everybody knows that this is a two and a half hour INTRO to the next part, it's just setting the tone for the next one but it's still so fucking good on its own it's insane.
+ shoutout to stellan skarsgard too!!! i feel like he's a bit underrated in a sense that i rarely see anybody talking about him even though he's in so many big things and he's sooooo good??????? absolutely devours every single role of his and this was no exception. LOVEDD the scene where the baron is first introduced (the sound design and the soundtrack were crazy in this scene too), he's just immediately sooooo off-putting??? he's a bit scary and like weirdly calm and a bit uncanny and well, something is just not right about this guy and you're just hooked. cool guy. a+
good movie. i like. super excited for the new one!!!! oh wait also also they showed us a secret little clip from the new one and i had chills it looked so fucking good and then villeneuve talked a few words too and i was just looking at this guy talking about his movie with a big big smile my cheeks hurt after that i hope he's having a wonderful day
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If there's someone I 100% don't feel bad for here, it's Josslyn Jacks.
The second she found out that the walking dildo she calls a "boyfriend" was planted by Michael to take Sonny down, she was all in. In fact, she was more enthralled by it than those two. So much so that she threw Morgan's death (which had zero to do w/ Sonny mind you) in her own mother's face when said mother had enough sense to shut the operation down. She was all for upending not only her life, but her family's life for some dick. It's insane.
And she's grown up in the mob life. Granted, she was shielded and pampered and only had about one real brush against mob violence, but she was in it nonetheless. One would think she'd know the risks of digging too deep into it and crossing the kingpin, but apparently not. She knew Dex was an anti-Sonny plant, she knew that if he was found out, he'd be a goner. And then, even when Dex "switched sides," she knew (or should've known) that Sonny demands loyalty from the jump, which Dex didn't have and doesn't anyway because he works for the Bensons first. And what does she do? Cry.
She has spent this whole fiasco villainizing and demonizing Sonny for how he lives and treats people, how he'll kill Dex for being a traitor and how they have to hide to protect their "love." And then, when Sonny didn't give a fuck like she hoped he would, she got pissy about that too. Just like she got pissy that Cameron found out about her cheating, where she threatened him and belittled him for having the gall to be hurt...since he was the victim of her betrayal.
These writers are Benson fans; we know that to be true. And like any bad writers, they coddle and shield their favorites and twist other people in knots to make them look good. Consequences don't apply to Joss. To her, Sonny is the issue, and her and Dex's role in going against Sonny was just them being correct. And like I said in my prior rant, the show will do everything they can to make us believe that.
This whole story has really demonstrated the absolute NADIR that Joss has hit, and mind you, she was NEVER some amazing character or someone worth liking or rooting for. She's always been self-righteous and bitchy and condescending, but this story has turned all of that up to 11. Her family comes second to sex, her friends come second to sex, everything in her life comes second to sex. She's doing all this whining and crying and bitching over couch coitus. There's nothing likable about that.
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Why can’t this be Love? - Chpt.2
Summary: You've never really fit in, despite trying, despite being on the cheerleading team, despite awkwardly socialising with the  popular crowd. It's not for you - these people aren't for you. Yet, you don't know how to escape! Do you continue following a dead end? Or finally break away?
The answer is made for you after your 'date,' a boy on the basketball team, bails on you, and uninvites you from some stupid basketball after party. Whatever, that's fine. But what's not fine is the agonisingly long walk home. Oh, in the dark, late at night!
However, your saviour finds you, and not only does he save you from walking home alone, but the conflicting feelings that you've spent the last few years with.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Cheerleader Reader
Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Not much detail is given about her appearance, other than she wears heavy eyeliner, and is clearly an outcast that is trying to fit in.
Word count: 3.7k
Tags: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Awkward flirting, Drinking, Angst, Comfort, Generic High School Bullying, Denial of feelings, Feelings realisation.
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Chapter 2 - The Quest
One cider down, and half a mile closer to home. Another pair of ciders have been cracked open, by Eddie, of course, who is currently listening to you rant. Eddie had asked what your weekend plans are, making small talk, and you began grumbling about how you're having to see some estranged family members, people that you haven't seen for a few years.
"-and they always ask questions that... I don't know, make me feel uncomfortable? Shit like 'do you have a boyfriend yet? how is he?' and 'how are your grades? your parents tell us that you're quite the cheerleader!'"
Your tone is comically mocking, and Eddie has a grin on his face as he watches your tangent. Who would have known that cheerleaders were this weird, huh?
Eddie continues nodding as you take a deep breath, and let out a baffled sigh, your shoulders slouching as you exhale. Ugh.
"Shit, no wonder you're drinking tonight," Eddie says with a soft laugh, attempting to lighten the situation.
"Yeah," you sigh again. "Shame that this is my last drink, though."
Eddie goes to shove his open cider in your hand, to which you playfully swat him away. "This is your cider, you're more than welcome to take it back-"
"-No, no!" you huff. "It's yours. My way of thanking you," you urge, and watch as Eddie shrugs before taking another swig, easily accepting your gift.
"Thanking me for what?" Eddie questions after barely swallowing his drink.
"For walking me home," you instantly reply, certain on the matter. You briefly pause before continuing your list of reasons, "and for letting me rant..."
"Does your boyfriend not let you rant?" Eddie asks with a raised brow, and a slightly disgusted expression.
"He's not my boyfriend!" you repeat with a frustrated laugh, for what must be the hundredth time tonight. Eddie laughs with you, and winks as he meets your gaze. He's teasing you, and you're taking the bait, not that you mind.
"Yeah, he's not my boyfriend either," Eddie chuckles. Your cheek muscles start aching as you laugh once more, and that lonesome feeling in your chest slowly begins to heal over. You must look like a goof ball, because you can feel Eddie's gaze on you as you calm yourself down, wiping a warm tear from the corner of your eye.
"Didn't mean to make you cry, Princess," Eddie says with a playful nudge to your arm. Looking up at him, Eddie has a goofy smile on his lips, and he almost looks amazed that he's managed to make you laugh so hard that you're practically in tears. "But... yeah, does your 'not boyfriend' not let you rant?" Eddie repeats, his tone shifting to seriousness, despite the silly hand expression he makes when mentioning your ex, or whatever he is.
"Nah," you grumble. "Thinking about it, we were only really paired up because that's what cheerleaders do. They date basket ballers, and vice versa."
"Ugh," Eddie groans. "What's the point of dating if there's no real connection there?"
A smile forms on your lips as you look up at Eddie, "I didn't know you were a romantic," you smirk.
Eddie sarcastically rolls his eyes before taking a gulp of his cider. "I'm not, but I know that you shouldn't get caught up in that mess without a genuine connection."
"Yeah, you're telling me," you half-laugh, half-sigh. One final swig, and your cider is finished, then discarded in a passing bin. Eddie joins you, and theatrically tilts his head back as he chugs the remainder of his drink, letting out an "ah!" once it's finished.
You go to continue your walk home, but Eddie doesn't follow. Instead, he calls out your name, urging you to stop. As you turn around to ask him what's up, he gestures to something across the street - a convenience store.
"Oh, are you hungry?" you mindlessly ask.
Eddie smirks, "a bit, but I was thinking we could grab some more booze. That is, if you want?"
As good as that sounds, you're both ever so slightly underage, and the law has recently been cracking down on underage drinking. "I don't know if you've noticed, Eddie, but we're both underage," you sarcastically reply.
Eddie rolls his eyes as his hands come to rest on his hips, looking like he's about to give you a playful telling off. "We are, but I know the cashier. He's a friend of my uncles!"
"And this friend of your uncles is... okay with you drinking?" you ask, quirking a brow.
"Only if I butter him up!"
Well, it's worth a shot, even if you are expecting to be shooed away and told to never come back. You gesture for Eddie to take the lead, and he flashes you a cheeky smile before bouncing across the road, his curls dancing due to his energetic walk.
The second that you two enter the store, or the Quick Stop, as it's called, Eddie heads straight to the cashier. He greets him by name, Dante, who looks rather frustrated that he has to look up from his newspaper, and tolerate the presence of freak Munson.
You decide to let Eddie get on with his 'buttering up,' and search the aisles for some snacks. A few things are picked out, and on your way back to Eddie, you spot the item of your dreams.
A slushie machine.
Your mouth waters as you watch the frozen treat twist and turn through the glass windows, ready to poured into a non-biodegradable plastic cup, and gulped down through a shitty plastic straw.
Fuck, why not treat yourself? It's what you deserve after tonight's weird turn of events.
You cast a glance at Eddie, who is still nattering away to the cashier. The poor man looks like Eddie has just woken him up from a deep slumber, only to be pestered by a child that isn't even his.
Your expression shifts into thinking mode as you analyse Eddie, deciding what kind of person he is. Hmmm. He has to be the blue raspberry kind, right? Eddie definitely takes pleasure in the way his tongue turns blue. He's weird like that...
You pour Eddie a blue raspberry slushie, and get yourself one too, then make your way over to the counter.
"Oh!" Eddie exclaims as you place the slushies down on the counter, along with your bag of snacks. "Thirsty, aren't we?" he laughs.
"I'll pay," you reply with a nod, to which Eddie begins huffing. He goes to open his mouth, and offer the chivalrous act of paying for the meal, but you refuse to let him. "No, I'm paying for these," you urge, and swat his hand away from his pocket, refusing to let him grab his wallet.
"Fine, fine," Eddie pouts as he raises his hands innocently. "However, I will pay for uh- that small bottle over there," Eddie says with a cheesy smile, and sheepishly points to the small bottle of vodka sitting on the liquor shelf.
Dante lets out a frustrated sigh. "Do you know how often the cops come to this shop, all because I sell alcohol to you specifically?"
"One last time?" Eddie bats his lashes, and continues attempting to hold his cheeky smile.
Dante lets out another frustrated sigh, far longer than the last one. He ponders his decision, and grumbles before turning around, and taking the small bottle of vodka off the shelf.
Eddie lets out a, "yesssss!" as he clasps his hands together. "And... uh, maybe a six-pack?" Eddie suggests, pushing his luck as far as it'll go.
Dante looks like he's about to strangle this kid, but caves in once more, although this will definitely be the last time.
"Grab it. Quick. Before I change my mind."
Eddie practically sprints around the corner, straight to the booze aisle, where he grabs a six-pack of cider. No, not beer. Cider, seeing as you chose that earlier for yourself, and Eddie doesn't even know if you like beer! Play it safe.
Items are purchased, and disappointed glances are sent Eddie's way. Well, a glance from Dante. You stand there awkwardly, and thank him many times whilst packing your items, soon shuffling out the Quick Stop with a slushie in hand.
Once out of sight from the store, Eddie pulls you to the side, and takes a seat on the curb, his lanky legs stretching out into the road. You're positioned directly under a street light, ensuring that the few cars that pass will see you. Although, now you think of it, you've only seen about three cars on the road since your walk home. Everybody must have gone the other way, towards the after party.
Taking a seat next to Eddie, you watch as he pulls the bottle of vodka from his pocket, and pours a decent amount into his slushie. "You want some?" Eddie suggests as he offers you the bottle.
"Is it any good?" you question, and take the bottle from him, despite being uncertain if you'll do the same thing.
Eddie smiles as he begins stirring the vodka into his slushie using the straw, and once it's well-mixed, he holds his slushie up and positions the straw near your lips. "Try it," he suggests, and you know that from his tone alone, if you turn down his offer, he won't pressure you into it.
Without hesitation, you wrap your lips around the straw and take a sip. Despite the large amount that Eddie has poured in, all you can taste is the slushie - artificial raspberry, smothered with sugar, bound to leave your teeth with a million cavities.
You lick your lips as you move away, and your eyes flicker up to meet Eddies, who has a strange expression on his face. His lips are ever so slightly parted, as if he's about to say something, but is holding back. His pupils are blown, and his cheeks are rosy, barely hidden beneath his wild curls. Eddie briefly smiles at you before looking away, and stares at his slushie as he asks, "any good?"
"Yeah," you softly laugh. Holding onto your slushie, you pour roughly the same amount of vodka in, and screw the lid back on the vodka before passing it back to Eddie.
Eddie watches as you stir the vodka in, and when you bring your drink up to your lips, he smiles. It's not a casual smile, nor a forced one; it's the type of smile that you cast when you look up and see the vibrant stars on a dark night, or the sky changing colour as the sun rises in the morning. There's something behind his smile - admiration? Or perhaps it's just the alcohol?
Either way, you smile back as you playfully ask, "what?!"
Eddie chuckles to himself whilst he shakes his head, and replies, "nothing, nothing."
"Come on, tell me," you urge with a teasing nudge. "What are you smiling at?"
After sarcastically rolling his eyes, and taking a big swig from his drink, Eddie licks his lips as he thinks of the right words to say. "I never thought I'd be drinking vodka slushies on a Friday night with a cheerleader, but here we are!"
You can't help but laugh, and Eddie laughs with you - two giggling idiots, sitting on the side of the road, their tongues turning blue as they gulp down vodka slushies.
"Ex-cheerleader," you correct him.
"What?"
"I... I've been thinking of quitting for months now, and... I don't know, maybe I'll do it," you confess. Your eyes meet the floor before trailing up and focusing on the hemline of your skirt. Green and orange are two colours that you've grown to despise, all because of that shitty sport, and the shitty people that you have to work with whilst 'cheering' the guys on.
"Is that really what you want?" Eddie questions.
You look at him, and you must have a sour expression on your face, as Eddie innocently raises his hand, and begins back-pedalling. "I mean, is it what you want? You shouldn't have to give it up if you enjoy it-"
"-I don't enjoy it," you cut him off. "I enjoyed it back when I was... I don't know, twelve? But now? Ugh."
Eddie chuckles at your dramatic expression, before asking the most important question, "why?"
You pause, a million thoughts running through your head at once. Fuck, where do you even begin? After taking another swig from your drink, you decide to begin listing them off.
"I have a diary, and the other week, I drew a line down the middle of a page, and began writing the 'pros' and 'cons' to my hobby, or parent's hobby, seeing as they kinda push it on me."
"Okay. Well, what was on the 'pros' side?" Eddie asks as he shifts his sitting position, turning his body to face you, in an attempt to show that his full attention is on you.
"Cheerleading is alright. I mean, I hate it now, but the sport itself is fine. I like the uniform, but I think that's only because... people give me attention when I'm wearing it."
"Oh, I see," Eddie nods. "Some guys give you attention because you can fill in their silly little 'cheerleader fantasies,' right?" Eddie questions, and groans in disbelief when you nod in agreement. His shoulder slouch, and a deep breath slips from his lips. "And I'm meant to be the weird one," he grumbles.
"Yeah, it's creepy!" you nod. However, your words seem to have wandered in the wrong direction, as Eddie gives you a funny look. "I mean.. I didn't mean 'yeah' to you being weird. I meant yeah in agreement, like-"
"-It's okay, Princess. I'm only messin' with you," Eddie grins. His free hand moves up to begin fiddling with the ends of his hair, and you smile at the minor movement. "What's on the 'cons' side?" Eddie asks.
"Ugh," you groan. "Where do I begin? Well, the other girls that I cheer with are so... yuck. I mean, not all of them, but the vast majority are horrible, nasty bitches!"
"Woah!" Eddie exhales. "Bitches?" he repeats in a mocking tone, although you know he means it playfully. You laugh as you nod, and repeat the word, "bitches."
"Seriously, they're horrible! Generic, nasty, high school bullies that take sadistic pleasure in picking on the outcasts," you continue.
Eddie nods in agreement as he comments, "I know exactly which girls you're on about." He takes another sip from his slushie, and asks, "I'm guessing they pick on you?"
A defeated smile appears on your lips as you nod in agreement. Whilst gesturing to your entire body, you reply, "look at me, Eddie. Of course they pick on me!"
Eddie makes a point of looking you up and down, his movements being theatrical, as always. "The way I see it, you're an outcast who's been shoved in a cheerleaders uniform."
Shit.
Something in your mind clicks - an answer that you've always been looking for. That feeling! That strange, lonesome feeling has been with you ever since you started high school, ever since those girls started picking on you, ever since you started straying towards 'darker' things.
Eddie is right, that's what you are - an outcast!!
Whilst you may have been raised by 'normal' and preppy parents, you aren't that. You aren't normal. You've always had that quirk to you, something deeply rooted that makes you different from the rest. And as you've grown, that quirk has continued to grow, so much so that it's leaking into your forced, preppy lifestyle.
High ponytails and pom-poms aren't for you. Fuck, no! Fishnets and leather skirts are more your style, heavy eyeliner and heavier metal. Shit, that's who you're meant to be!
Eddie calls out your name as he waves his hand in front of your face. "Fuck," you exhale, and Eddie awkwardly laughs.
"You alright, Princess?" he questions.
"Eddie, you're so right!" you yelp, startling the poor boy. "I'm not meant to be a part of their social circle, I never have been!!"
A bewildered and confused expression wanders onto Eddies face; there's happiness in his heart, in awe at your sudden change of expression, but he's yet to understand what's caused this sudden shift. Moments ago, you were slumped on the curb, venting about generic High School bullies; now, you're perked up with joy, and a twinkle in your eyes!
"And you've only realised this now?" Eddie questions with a nervous laugh. Your expression drops as you cast him a scowl, and he shrugs. "I mean, I'm pretty sure heavy eyeliner isn't a part of the cheerleaders uniform..."
"I know, I know," you grumble. "I guess... I dunno, that I've been trying to cover up who I truly am?"
"Yeah, that's how it looks to me," Eddie nervously laughs again. "You've been hanging out with the wrong crowd, Princess."
Whilst you're pleased to come to the realisation that you are, in fact, a freak, you don't fancy spending your time at School alone. The cheer squad has their decent moments, and there's a handful of them that are genuinely kind and welcoming. However, the nasty few outweigh the many, and sadly, you're more than happy to wave goodbye to those kind members, if it means getting away from those bitches.
"But... who else would I hang out with?" you question, and bring your straw to your lips as you gaze at the road. "I mean, Misty is a good friend of mine, but she has her arts and crafts friends, who don't seem too keen on me."
Eddie chuckles at your social situation. Nobody wants to spend their breaks alone in the library, or eating their lunch on the toilet - but hey, it happens to the best of us!
"If you're looking for outcasts..." Eddie begins smirking, and swiftly gestures to himself, "...then you've come to the right guy!"
A goofy smile appears on his lips as you giggle at his excitement. "You know, I've always thought your D&D squad is kinda... cute?" you confess, and chuckle at the strange expression that Eddie pulls.
"Cute?" he repeats. "I'm not sure how the club is going to react when I tell them that."
Eddie raises his hand as he pretends to wave at someone, imitating the imaginary scenario. "Hey, fellas! So, something funny happened recently. I walked this cheerleader home, shared a few drinks with her, and she confessed that she thinks our team is cute!"
Once again, your cheek muscles begin aching as you burst out into laughter. Seeing as your eyes are glossed over with happy tears, you're unable to see the warm reaction on Eddie's face. He rests his elbow on his knee, and props his cheek on his hand, admiring you and your reaction. Only the second you calm your laughter, Eddie moves his hand away, and puts his focus on his slushie instead, masking that small burst of admiration.
"I mean it," you state, coming to the end of your giggles. "You and your group are cute! You're lucky to have a bunch like that."
"Yeah," Eddie nods in agreement. "Us outcasts have got to stick together, huh?" he suggests with a playful nudge to your arm.
"Stick together," you repeat his words before bringing your straw up to your lips, and take a sip. "I suppose that's why you're walking me home."
Eddie nods in agreement, his eyes squinting happily, whilst his curls bounce wildly. "Speaking of walking you home..." Eddie begins, and lets out a sigh before forcefully pulling himself up. He stretches, his knees clicking as he does so, but he doesn't seem phased by the sensation.
Eddie turns, and looks down at you. With his slushie in one hand, he offers you the other. "...I suppose we should continue our journey?"
Is it physically possible for someone to reject his offer? Especially with that sappy smile, and the nervous laugh he lets out as you slide your hand into his. Eddie pulls you up with ease, and once you're up, he begrudgingly moves his hand from yours, only to slurp on his slushie instead.
"It's more of a quest, isn't it?" you point out.
Eddie tilts his head in confusion, and silently asks for you to explain.
"I mean, walking me home is more of a quest, rather than a journey. Right?" you explain.
A soft sigh slips from Eddie's lips as he smiles once more, shaking his head in amazement. He playfully facepalms, and you assume it's due to your cheesy joke - little do you know, it's because of the sickly feeling growing in his stomach, twisting and turning every time you break away from your cheerleader mould, and embrace the person that you're meant to be.
A freak.
"Yeah, you're right," Eddie beams. "It seems I've found myself on a quest to safely deliver this Princess home! And so far, I've been distracted with minor side quests, such as retrieving this delicious treat," Eddie lightly shakes his slushie.
Straightening your back, you bat your lashes as you continue the newfound role-play. "Well, perhaps we should continue your quest?"
"Of course, my Lady," Eddie agrees with a soft bow. To your surprise, he offers you his arm, and you gracefully accept, resting your hand in the curve of his elbow. His leather jacket is cool against your hand, soon to warm up as your quest continues, a contrasting style to your cheerleader uniform.
Eddie takes the lead before casting a cheeky side-smile at you. His strides are usually large, but he's calmed his pace, ensuring that you're comfortable whilst being accompanied by him.
Shit. If anybody sees you two now, then you're both done for! However, you don't care - truly, you don't. Why would you care about what others think? It's not like they'd do the same thing for you. Where are they now? At some after party, rather than ensuring that you get home safe.
But Eddie is the person to ensure that your walk home goes smoothly. The young man barely knows you, yet he's thrown everything aside to accompany you home.
Eddie must be right. Your place isn't within the cheer squad, it's here, with him.
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Notes: lmaoo not me adding Jay & Silent Bob easter eggs, even tho theyre set like, 10 years after ST.
Misty is mentioned again here. She's your best friend, not a canon character, but I might flesh out her character more as the story goes on? I honestly had no idea who to pick as your best friend, and the first person that came to mind was Misty from Cyberpunk (cause I fancy her,) so just pretend this story has an 80's version of her lol.
I will also be adding more made up characters, including these bitchy cheerleaders that have been bullying you :< Some other canon characters will make an appearance, too!!
Taglist:  @bubblegumcat229​ @buckys2thicc​ @livthelonleyfish​
If you would like to be added to the taglist, then please drop me a message!!
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dad matty would get so upset if baba wanted to start straightening her hair in her pre-teens
omg noooooo this made me so emo for some reason. thinking she's like 12 and matty's giving some impassioned rant at dinner about how self-expression is important and it's normal - good, even - for young people to experiment with style and try new things and all that. neither you nor baba are quite sure how he ended up there, considering she was talking to you about her maths homework beforehand, but you roll with it. and it's all pleasant, until baba totally innocently says "well, there is something i wanted to try, looks-wise. can i try straightening my hair?"; matty's face drops, and his lip genuinely starts trembling like he's about to cry as he says "oh. do you... not like your curly hair, munchkin?", and you could honestly kick him because your daughter's face drops to match his as she's like "that's not it, dad, honest! i just want to experiment a bit, like you said. i've never had straight hair at all. but i love my curls! you know that". matty's slightly appeased, but he still looks glumly at his empty plate, and then grumpily at you when you say "if you want to try straightening, sweetheart, then you should. god knows your dad and i have both done it. and don't look at me like that, matty, you were the one literally just ranting about experimenting with style. we're only talking straighteners, not something more permanent like bleach or dye". and matty raises his eyebrows like "that's true. yeah. ok", and you think he's over the initial sadness, but then he continues "nobody's trying to force you into changing your hair, right, munchkin? none of your friends, or people at school? you're not doing it to get someone's attention, are you? because you KNOW you should never change for other people like that. and also you're too young for a relationship" - you and baba eye-roll in complete sync, and she's like "dad. i'm half you and half mum. there's no WAY anyone's telling or influencing me what to do". you all have a laugh at that, and matty's like "fair enough, sweetheart, fair enough. alright. if you want to straighten your hair, go for it. it's on YOUR head, after all, you can do what you like lol".
the straightening process itself happens a couple of days later, and because your daughter's hair is so curly it takes a MINUTE. she comes to you with it soaking wet and asks you to help, so you painstakingly blow-dry it with a big paddle brush - you both agree that it's weird not using a diffuser on her hair - before you get the straighteners out. both of you thought matty would be too busy being emo about his baby girl's hair to actually get involved in the styling process, but he comes into her room anyway and chats to you while you straighten - he's like "it's actually quite scary how alike the two of you look once my hair genetics are out of the way. good for you though, munchkin, that you take after your beautiful mother", which is cute, and then exactly 0.2 seconds later he's like "wait babe side-part her hair and give her an emo fringe lol". the duality of man fr. once it's done, you all crowd round the mirror to look at baba's hair, which looks great; the first thing she says, though, is "that took so long. i don't know if i can be bothered doing it again for a long time", to which matty's internally like "YES". you're like "look how long your hair actually is! wow!", and she's like "i know, i'm so surprised at that. it's so weird to think that that's MY hair" - matty's like "but it is, and it really does look amazing. YOU look amazing, my darling", and baba smirks like "well, yeah, of course" lmao. she might not have his hair in that moment, but she's definitely her father's daughter <3
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Only Pros For You (Rachel Green x reader)
Description: after finding the pros and cons list Ross made for her, you give Rachel some much needed comfort, which leads to a surprising confession
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A/N: I hate Ross >:(
Warnings: Ross is an asshole (but when is he not), discussions of insecurities, hurt/comfort, some angst, ends in fluff
"I just can't believe him!" Rachel cried into your shoulder as you held her. "I mean, who would do something like that? He- he called me spoiled, and obsessed with my looks, and 'just a waitress'!"
You listened to her as she ranted to you, silently seething over the fact that this was all caused by Ross. Ross, Monica's brother, Chandler's best friend from college, and Rachel's lover. Well, ex lover, anyway.
"Look, Rachel-" you began, gently stroking her hair as she quietly sobbed into your shoulder.
"Nobody should ever have a list like that written about them, okay? But I just want you to know that if I ever wrote one for you, believe me when I say there would only be pros on there; the cons side would be completely blank. There wouldn't be a single mark to be seen, and you know why? Because you're perfect, literally.
"Maybe I'm being a little biased as your friend and all, but right now, all I can think about are pros. There wouldn't be a single con I could add, because there is nothing bad about you. You are perfect, and if Ross can't see that, then that's his loss."
She sniffed, looking up at you through teary eyelashes. "You really mean it?"
"Yes, I do," you said, smiling softly as you brushed the fallen strands of hair out of her face. "You're awesome, okay? You are way more than 'just a waitress'. Plus, your ankles aren't fat."
At that, she let out a laugh, the sound like music to your ears. "Aw, thanks, honey. You know, you were always way nicer to me than Ross ever was, even when we were dating. It just makes me wonder..."
She trailed off, the blank look on her face telling you she had spaced out.
"What, Rach? What does it make you wonder?" You questioned her.
"Hm?" She looked up at you, snapping out of the trance she was in. "Oh, nothing. Forget it."
"No, what? What were you thinking?" You didn't want to pry, but you were curious.
"Oh, I don't know. I was just thinking that it was kind of funny-" she let out a small giggle as she explained, "-it's kind of funny that I was dating Ross, even though I didn't like him, and I wasn't dating the person who I actually did like all along, who was, well, you."
She chuckled nervously upon seeing the look of pure shock on your face. "But that's crazy, right?"
"Wha- no, Rach, that's not crazy at all," you reassured her. "I'm just- I'm shocked, if I'm being completely honest. I never saw someone as amazing and wonderful as you liking someone like, well, me."
"Are you kidding? What are you talking about? You're so sweet, and thoughtful. I mean, you put up with me crying for, like, what, ten minutes before I could finally speak properly again? You're just so great, and I'm only sorry that I didn't see it before."
Your eyes welled up with tears. "Really? You honestly like me that much?"
"Oh, honey, don't cry. If you cry, you're gonna get me going again," she said, pulling you in for a tight hug. "Yes, I do. I really, really do. Now," she pulled away from you, smiling, "how about we go downstairs and get a cup of coffee together, hm? It can almost be like our first date, in a way."
"Okay," you agreed, smiling back. "Just let me get my coat."
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Taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @your-next-daydream
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Here’s a jumbled mess of my thoughts and questions after watching season 4
This is a long list buckle in:
When Callum asked Rayla to kill him. Oh. Oh god.
Nothing was resolved this season. We're so fucked for season 5. Like, this is very much the season 1 of arc 2. Season 2 fulfilled a lot of what season 1 set up in arc 1, and I think season 4 is the same.
Why was Rayla acting so strange all season? Like there is so much there to suggest she’s not herself.
What's with the weird butterfly guy, like yeah he lead Claudia and the gang to the map but there's going to be more there.
Callum possession.
No really the Callum possession was the worst (affectionate) part of the whole season I’m still freaking out
We never got a Rayllum I love you. Next season’s gonna hurt!
Stella is a fucking weirdo I still do NOT trust her. (Thanks for saving bait and Rayla’s fake rock parents though.)
 How did terry and Claudia meet. Very excited to get an explanation if that’s in the cards!
Gonna go on a big rant about our 3 human mages
*Ahem.* VIREN AND CLAUDIA NEVER SAW CALLUM DO MAGIC WITH THE SKY ARCANUM. AUGH. I’M WAITING FOR IT TO HAPPEN. THE “Callum mastered the Sky Arcanum” reveal for those two is going to be SO FUCKING CRAZY
THEY SET SO MUCH SHIT UP FOR A CLAUDIA AND CALLUM CONFRONTATION NEXT SEASON. I'M SO SCARED. Like she's the one who keeps going on about Humanity having nothing and Elves and Dragons considering them to be filthy animals, BUT THAT'S NOT TRUE. Also the way she looked at his sleeping form. The “Not anymore.” at them being friends. Lol. We’re screwed guys.
Now that Callum and Rayla have reconciled I am fully confident he's gonna master the moon Arcanum next season, since those two things have been thematically connected. I'm screaming.
THE EPISODE 4 INTRO THOUGH.
LIKE EVERY INTRO AFTER THAT WAS A SCARY GAME OF “Is it going to be Viren, or will it be Callum?”
Fuck that cube
I CAN NOT BELIEVE CLAUDIA GAVE RAYLA THE COINS. LIKE. WOAH. WHAT. WHAT WHAT WHAT. CLAUDIA I HAD LOST ALL HOPE FOR YOU.
Viren, that dumb motherfucker. Can’t believe he has like, “a will to live” again UGH
Very interested to learn about the 7 Xadian cakes.
Every time they foreshadowed “Callum becoming Aaravos puppet” was wild man. I am not ready.
Speaking of, Callum really wasn’t okay with that all season lol. Again. He asked Rayla to kill him like WOW. “What if I’m on the path to darkness?” Buddy you should have destroyed the cube.
Or, maybe not. You’re gonna need to use it as leverage later probably.
Actually the fact that he was crying over the possession. Over Rayla? All of it?
So glad Soren is part of the Dragang.
Episodes 3 and 4 were FUCKING AMAZING HOLY SHIT.
Can not believe they stabbed both Ibis and Claudia on screen. Like really I shouldn’t have been surprised with the way season 3 was, but I think it was fair to be surprised at the blood spilling out of Ibis’ mouth.
THE COINS HAHA! Yay?
i DESPERATELY want to know why Rayla came back. Miss “I left because I love you and want to protect you against everything. I love you so much. We may never see each other again”. Like lol. There is more there. The Rayla I know would have crumpled from guilt the moment Callum was a little bit angry towards her. She has exactly ZERO self-worth. I am terrified of what those 2 years did to her.
The fact that she called searching for Viren “revenge” felt strange too. Especially after reading the “Dear Callum” short story.
Somehow, I trust Stella less than the weird star butterfly abomination. Like I really do not trust that cuddle monkey.
JANAYA THE WHOLE SEASON. I LOVE THEM.
Karim. Lol.
The way Soren screamed after seeing his father. God.
The Soren and Claudia reunion was kinda sweet. Fucked up. But the way Soren protected Claudia from falling hurt me.
Terry this season was a DELIGHT. I think a lot of his appeal for me comes from the fact that he’s Claudia’s partner. There’s something so wrong with him. And he’s also a dork. The dualism.
When the looking glass shattered. FUCKING SCARY DUDE
Really loved the world building on moon opals and other magic stones.
Buddy you should have destroyed the cube.
The drakewood was neat!
2 of the funniest jokes in the season were back to back and all happened in episode 7. The whole “speaking in the dark” bit. Zym putting a hand on a grieving Ezran’s shoulder. Comedy.
DOG ZYM DOG ZYM DOG ZYM
Is it okay for me to have a crush on a dragon.
Really Zubeia has the prettiest voice.
buddy you should have destroyed the cube.
Thank you Rayla for NOT choosing to go after Viren again. Don’t leave your boys. Callum needs you.
JANAYA PROPOSAL JANAYA PROPOSAL JANAYA PROPOSAL JANAYA PROPOSAL JANAYA PROPOSAL JANAYA PROPOSAL JANAYA PROPOSAL JANAYA PROPOSAL
Janai this season was so sweet.
Karim. Lol. Eat shit.
Rex Ignus was cooler than I thought he’d be. Still a fucking loser though lol
Callum did so many cool spells this season I’m so proud of him.
Buddy. You. Should. Have. Destroyed. The. Cube.
Terry’s magic form was SO NEAT.
I hope we get to met the water arch-dragon next. She looked SUPER pretty
I wonder what other pieces of Aaravos’ whereabouts the other arch-dragon’s have.
“I’m going to do something more human. I’m just going to stab him.” (Not word for word but you know the joke)
Queen Aditi was very pretty and I am excited to learn what happened to her
Also the Orphan Queen! What a gal! The Katolis custom of “only orphans may ascend to the thrown” makes a lot more sense now! Fuck whoever that other bitch was that was manipulated by aaravos.
Corvus playing the fucking cello. Like girl what? You’re a multi-classing ranger and bard?
The Soren and Zubeia dynamic was so fucking good. Please dragon smash boy SAY the good words now, they light the hearts of other people (those people being dragon queens)
I miss Corvus (And lowkey ship Sorvus)
Soren and his new friend dragon :)
TLDR; I love tdp
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