#and the scene where they repeat each other's sentiments

[reds-writings]

jealousy, jealousy!

(pairing: rust cohle x fem!reader)

a/n: hello! welcome to my first bout of writing! feedback is greatly appreciated and i hope you enjoy! there isn't much rust content on here so i figured i'd create it myself lmao

warnings: cursing, steamy scenes but nothing too crazy, sorta sexism, marty hart being himself, rust being pigheaded, mentions of sex, etc etc let me know if i missed anything (minors just don't bother interacting regardless thank you!)

word count: around 5.8k

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Never did you think that sitting in the passenger’s seat of Rustin Cohle’s red Ford pickup could have you seething as it did now. This wasn’t at all how your night was supposed to go and the culprit of said unsavory evening was sitting right next to you, cigarette pinched between tense fingers and eyes set hard on the dark highway ahead. The stubborn bastard had made no move to turn on the radio to save you both from the borderline unbearable silence. All you had was the humid Louisiana air from his rolled-down window flowing into the truck’s cabin and you couldn’t quite find it in you to be grateful for the fact he seemed to have kept in mind you detested the smell of that sour burning tobacco. 

Just who the hell does he think he is?

The question that repeated itself a mile a minute in your Coors-addled brain as it fought to catch up with all that just occurred not even a mere hour prior. Rust, as you already well knew, did not bother himself much when it came to others unless it strictly involved the endless trials of his work. That was the line he drew on a daily basis. Nothing could be clearer than the fact that Rust had little to no capacity for getting truly personal with most who existed in his orbit.

It was something you dealt with a bit better than the likes of your other partner Marty day in and day out at the CID. Though he may be one mystery wrapped in a more or less fucked up enigma, Rust’s way of functioning stayed relatively consistent. You didn’t dig often given that he wasn’t up and ready to offer much in the first place. He was sharp and strong-minded. Possessing most qualities that make well for a good investigative partner. Lines didn’t get muddled. It was how you preferred it. Up until recently, that is.

You didn’t have much nerve or will to go down that route right about now. 

Earlier in the day…

Your fingers were cramping at the end of typing the last dregs of the day’s reports. This recent case was starting to weigh heavier and heavier as an influx of countlessly cryptic details revealed themselves with each milestone of the investigative process. Something about this being darkly occultish as it was made it all the more daunting. There was a sense of underlying dread that this was something bigger than all of you. A sentiment you found yourself sharing with at least one of your partners: Rust. Marty on the other hand was still on the fence, not totally in the business of believing this was more than just some twisted piece of shit who had nothing better to do with his time. You wish you had half the mind to reduce it down to something so simple.

Strange things were not that of an irregular occurrence around these parts. Though said strange things didn’t have the habit of making it to the limelight as the Dora Lange case had. This wasn’t the type of case where one could be fine with just leaving it at work and picking it back up when they returned the next day as normal. Its disturbing details twisted themselves into every fiber of your daily life since that poor girl was found posed in Erath. It was better to eat, sleep, and breathe this case so that it may be solved all the more quickly. 

A world with one less monster like the one capable of committing a murder such as this is was a world where you could maybe sleep a little more soundly. 

Rolling your shoulders back, you twisted your aching neck side to side, resounding with an aching series of pops. God, I need a drink. You thought to yourself as you leaned back into the roller chair at your desk. The clock on your floor’s wall read 6:02. With all the work on your part done you figured you could slip out with much complaint. Stiffly rising from your spot, you started to pack away any necessary belongings into your well-loved messenger bag. Marty glanced up from his notes with a small quirk of his brow, “You headin’ out?”

Throwing your hair up to save yourself from the impending humidity from outside you replied, “Yeah. Need to wash the day off me and go grab a drink or somethin’. Bein’ out talkin’ to them church folk in the heat nearly all afternoon then witnessin’ Rust make that one boy shit himself was enough for the day.” 

Marty snorted to himself at that while Rust made no move to acknowledge your statement from his spot as he analyzed his comically large ledger. The blonde sipped his evening coffee as you finished gathering your things, “Don’t get too crazy tonight now. Lots to do in the days to follow I reckon the more this case stays befuddlin’ as is.”

You scoffed lightly, “I don’t doubt that. I’ll probably just head to that Blue Gator joint off the highway. Grab a few beers. Maybe a dance should one be willin’. Need’ta let loose is all.” 

“I’m sure any fella would be delighted to spin the night away with the likes of you, darlin’. Leave it at just dancin’ will ya?” Marty snickered a bit as you scowled and flipped him off idly. You notice in your peripheral Rust go still with a pen in hand but he didn’t make any move to look up or participate in the conversation. 

Continuing, you fix Marty with a half-hard look, “I’m sure you have your extracurricular activities beyond the job so it ain’t a sin to have my own. Anways, this is hardly an appropriate conversation to have betwixt coworkers, Martin. Keep your nose outta it.” 

Marty let out a surprised guffaw and placed an offended hand over his heart. Rust still hadn’t moved an inch from his position. When you let your gaze drift over towards the silent half of the duo you were met with that cold blue stare of his. The mere instance of contact left you feeling funnier than you’d prefer as of late. Things were starting to blossom into something a little different between you two after the few months of being in each other’s presence. He had been starting to open up in a manner he hadn’t bothered to when he first transferred to the CID here in Louisana. His presence had been quiet but no less intimidating, leaving you and Marty at a loss of what to do to prompt him out of his self-imposed shell.

Now, as this new case unfolded it seemed to trigger a sudden release of the deepest tidbits of his…intense opinions and values that went on within the inner workings of his mind. Marty often found himself wishing that Rust never bothered to open his mouth at all. Anything coming from the brooding Texan seemed to offend Hart on some deeper level one way or another.

For you, while it was not all that pleasant to constantly hear how fucked up we as a collective were and how life had little to no meaning, were intrigued nonetheless. You believed that Rust was just as human as everyone else despite him pushing himself as far away from that narrative as possible. He was just broken in a way that couldn’t ever be truly reversed. So while his infinitely dismal ramblings left you feeling more defeated about life than anything else at times, you couldn’t find it in you to really hold it against him. 

When it came to your dynamic, he seemed to have more of an unspoken respect for you than most of your colleagues did within the department. It wasn’t some radical declaration made by him that clued you in on the matter. He mostly just treated you the same as everyone else. Not inherently negative nor too positively outgoing where others could accuse him of giving you some form of special treatment. He listened to you and took your input into genuine consideration which was more than you could ask for when it came to working alongside any of your other male counterparts. However, there were these little instances within the recent weeks that had your mind (and heart) taking another route when it came to how Rust Cohle just might regard you. 

First, it started with fresh coffee materializing on your desk by the time you’d be strolling in at morning time. Two sugars with one cream and always in your favorite green mug ordained with hand-painted daisies. Very specific and not at all a detail that Marty ever bothered himself with remembering about you in the time you’d known each other. Not that you ever really cared. No one else here would ever think to offer you a damn thing unless it was maybe the lovely receptionist up at the front.

It wasn’t until one night you had forgotten your keys at your desk and made your way back inside the assumingly empty department only to find the Rust Cohle with sleeves pushed up to his elbows in the small office kitchen cleaning your daisy mug that you’d left haphazardly in the sink before leaving. You watched in silent awe as he had set it gently aside after drying it for what you assumed was for the next morning where he’d be the one who dutifully made your memorized coffee order in secret before your arrival. To him, the act was probably meaningless. 

To you, the simple scene made your heart squeeze in a way you didn’t think was possible. 

Next, it occurred when he started offering you rides to and fro after your car suffered a nasty rear-ending thus needing to have it sit in the shop for the time being. At first, it was a little nerve-wracking to be in close proximity without Marty present to break any drawn-out silences but after a while you’d found yourself in a rhythm you could call your own. Sometimes you’d talk, sometimes you’d sit and listen to whatever old country cassettes he had stowed away in his glove compartment. It was never dull to you. 

Each car ride had you piecing together factoids that unfurled into the evergrowing idea that was your new(ish) partner. You still found yourself sharing more about your own life than he did more often than not but you were okay with that. Even if he wasn’t the most reactive of men, you knew he held on to every word. Anything he decided to sparingly share had you doing the same with a reverence you weren’t sure you carried for anyone else.  

After getting your car back and no longer needing his chauffeur services a silent agreement had followed. Neither party was completely ready to let go of the pleasant thirty-three minutes permitted to be spent together outside of work. It was decided that he’d drive you home on nights you happened to leave late, deeming it too dangerous to be traveling home at odd hours in the night although you had already been doing so plenty before he manifested into your life.

Eventually, he even found himself at your house one day after having determined that your porch steps needed fixing…or that your gutters should be cleared…or that the lawn was looking a little too overgrown than what was acceptable. Small acts where you felt that maybe he wanted to be in your presence a bit longer than normally desired when it came to his usual limits of socialization.

Seeing him working around your property with that sweat-soiled wife beater of his and those lithe, god-given arms made that squeeze in your heart reach new heights and your tongue feel like lead. Who knew such pictures of domesticity could have this intense of a hold over you? You usually prided yourself in not being so easily affected by men. Though it wasn’t necessarily news that Rust was his own brand of a striking handsome that stood out against most men you’d come across. The sweet tea you’d supply for the dreadful heat when he’d carry out his projects ended up being more for your own benefit than his.

You caught yourself feeling greedy for more of his presence as he made himself an increasingly present fixture in your life. Which realistically…couldn’t lead to any sort of good. 

Bringing yourself back to now, his gaze held an emotion you couldn’t quite place. Hell, most times it was hard enough to know exactly what he was thinking unless he outright declared it. Maybe it was disapproval? Judgement? It wasn’t likely that he wanted to hear about your potential escapades. You probably wouldn’t want to hear of his either (not that he ever does speak of it if he even engages in that sort of activity) but you’d be coming from a different place on that matter. He returns to the pages of his ledger after deciding to break the staring spell, “I don’t see what sorta grand company could be found at an establishment such as the Green Gator.”

 His tone came out a bit too passive for your liking. Bordering the ugly lines of judgy which was something that rubbed you wrong entirely, “It’s the Blue Gator-”

“Oh hush up, Mr. High and Mighty. Not every man is as intellectually driven as you find yourself. Most men want fun and ain’t gonna pass it up when it’s in front of em’. They don’t need nearly as much as you do to get their rocks off.” Marty angles himself towards Rust in his chair, already willing to bat for you in his more than unhelpful way. 

Rust just scoffed and shook his head slightly, “Wouldn’t expect a thing from anyone in this vast shithole…buncha ignorant shitheels with no sense of fuckin’…” He muttered the rest of his ramblings detailing the severe lack of intelligence that the people of Louisiana seemed to hold while bringing his attention back to his ledger. 

His shoulders were set in a harder line than usual. Marty got a kick out of it all, reducing Rust’s distaste to not being able to participate in normalcy like anybody else in the world could.    

On your end, it struck a nerve that he clearly found your plans more than dissatisfactory. It left an unpleasant taste in your mouth to be on the potential receiving end of Rust’s ruthless judgments.

“You forget him, y/n. You have yourself a good ol’ time with whatever strappin’ young man of your choosing should he be lucky. Don’t let grumpy guss piss on your parade.” 

You find yourself grimacing at how much focus on you and the prospect of potentially getting laid has been put. You look back to Rust but he seemed to be no longer interested in your presence, back in his own world and on the case. Patting Marty on the shoulder you finally make your way to head out, “G’night. I’d love it if we never brought any of this up again. Page me if anythin’ comes up.” 

“Y’got it, darlin’. You stay safe.” Marty points at you a bit more seriously and you nod in slight exasperation with a soft ‘got it’ before officially leaving. Rust hadn’t said another word which left you feeling all sorts of confused. Relieved he didn’t further insult your plans for a night out? Disappointed he didn’t put up much of a fight when it came to you maybe trying to avoid any of your current problems with the company of another man? You don’t know what you expected but you did know that you needed to get it together and just let this shit go even for just one night. 

And what a night it would be indeed. 

Night at the Blue Gator…

The night was proving to be a bit more than uneventful. Perhaps uneventful was just about the only thing your mind could handle at the given moment with everything else going on. The lingering feeling of Rust’s disapproval had also left you more affected than desired. With a few Coors in your system, you find your gaze a little hazy as it passes around the kitschy establishment.

Some George Strait song filters through the bar on top of the active chatter of the patrons taking up a surprising amount of space for a Wednesday night. The cute little black dress you managed to find in your closet and squeeze into was becoming less than ideal as you found yourself hearing the siren call of just calling it quits and crawling into bed back home. Clean sheets and reruns of something like The Golden Girls…absolute fucking heaven right about now. 

Briefly pressing your perspiring bottle to your forehead, you soon enough were roped into a dance as some lively Brooks and Dunne tune came on. The fella who managed to drag you on the dancefloor was decent enough. A bit short and plenty bald… with maybe a tad too eager of hands for your tastes that left you feeling a bit removed from the experience as a few more songs went on. You weaseled yourself out of the crowd after ‘promising’ baldy (named Rex or Tex but who’s to really care) you’d make your return after grabbing a refreshment. 

Making your way to the bar your legs come to a sudden halt at the sight of a familiar figure slouched on a stool. After your brief shock shifted into a brewing irritation, your feet found themselves mobile again as you sidle next to Rust and order yourself another drink. He put out his cigarette as soon as you were near his side but made no motion to speak so you find yourself shooting first.

“For a place you couldn’t bother gettin’ the name right of you can color me surprised to see you here.”

“A man ain’t allowed to drink after work?” Is his flat reply. 

You put your hands up in mock defense, “No need for my permission. Just didn’t think you’d grace the simpletons ‘round here when you can have a drink for free and in peace in the comforts of your own home.” 

Rust didn’t have anything to say to that, instead lifting his own drink to his lips, “That man sure had a grip on ya. Doesn’t seem the type you’d to give the time of day to. Less’ you’re that compelled to blow off steam.” 

The thinly veiled nonchalance of his insult didn’t go past you. Instead, it caused you to bristle only in the way you could when you had a few drinks in you, a bit more sensitive and a helluva lot more confrontational. Who was he to judge how you spend your time? Let alone who the hell you spend it with? You set your new drink down with more force than necessary and felt your face starting to get hot. 

“I can dance with just about anybody.”

“That’s been made clear.”

“And why in god’s name do you care exactly just who it is I dance with?”

“Don't remember ever givin' the implication that I quite cared.” Calculated blue flitted over you as if bored. But you knew better.

“I’m sorry, did you just come here to make me out to be some desperate whore for drinkin’ and dancin’ when I’m a grown-” That got his expression to fall with something closely resembling alarm. 

“That ain’t-”

“Last I checked I can do whatever I so fuckin’ please. Do not go insertin’ yourself in the aspects of my life in which you are not fuckin’ concerned. Some of us are lonely and tired and can’t take comfort in stupid murder manuals or severe stretches of solitude. Call it my shitty programmin’ but that’s just how it is for most people. If I wanna drink and let a greaseball feel me up then that’s entirely up to me! Shit, it might be dumber than hell but it’s not like I’m gonna sit and wait around for you to make a move! That’s if you even feel a speck of the way I’m startin’ to towards you. Knowin’ you you’ve probably noticed and just like to see me embarrassed or somethin’.”

 Everything was coming out like one big bout of word vomit. There was an even deeper change in Rust’s demeanor but you were too tipsy and too angry to pay much notice. The burning behind your eyes grew stronger as you threw up a finger to jab at his shoulder,

“It is not up to you to judge people for the shit they do that you deem is beneath you every chance you get. You’re not perfect yourself and I know you know it. But thanks anyway for making me feel like a fuckin’  stupid loser-” Your heated rant was interrupted by a fat mitt of a hand making its way around your waist. 

“This fella botherin’ you, honey?” The hot whiskey-riddled breath of Tex or Lex or whoever the fuck immediately made your nose wrinkle in disgust. Your patience had run its due course for the night as you roughly shoved him off you,

“Oh come off it, Dex-”

“It’s Rex.”

“I don’t care no more I’m leavin’.” You threw a couple bills on the bar’s surface before making your move past both the offending men. Rex had different ideas and made the choice of gripping your arm tightly without much remorse despite your loud protest. 

“You still owe me a dance, bitch. Where d’ya think you’re goin-”

“You best get your hands off her, boy.” Rust’s glare was off-putting even to you. Rex was either too stupid or too drunk to really care as he attempted to yank you back towards him. With your heart racing, all you could think to do was take your heel-adorned food and stomp on his booted one hard. The short bastard yelped as he let you go, giving you the room to skirt past him far enough just in time for Rust to take him by the collar and send him reeling with a swift punch.   

Rex surprisingly regained momentum and took his chance to get a lick back at Rust but his opponent was already plenty steps ahead of him. Rust took Rex’s fist, twisting it behind the shithead’s back, and slammed his head into the bar countertop with a sick thud. A commotion had well enough formed by now and it was your obvious cue to start hustling your way out. Rust spit on the man who now had made a home on the sticky floorboards before turning to you. Your chest was heaving as you made way to open your mouth but he wouldn’t hear it as he grabbed your arm and started leading you out. 

The bar doors slammed open and the persistently thick air of the South drove you further into rage. You yanked your arm a few times until finally freeing yourself from his clutches. He didn’t stop to acknowledge you, instead making his way toward his truck as if expecting you to faithfully trail behind.

“Where exactly do you get off?!” You demanded, struggling to keep up in your heels which then had you electing to nearly fall over yourself trying to rip them off.

No answer.

“I’m talkin’ to you! What the hell is wrong with you?” Your feet were finally free on the warm pavement of the parking lot. You still received no reply.

“RUSTIN.” Your throat nearly felt raw at the volume of your hollering. He stopped at his truck’s passenger door and opened it. The blood in your veins thrummed while your head and heart felt like they were going to burst out of their respective places. 

“Get in the truck.”

“Absolutely not.” 

“You’re drunk-”

“You ain't one to talk. Don’t think I ain’t seen those bottles of cough syrup in your car or them pill bottles you got! I’ll make it just fine-"

“Y/n.” His low baritone left no room for argument, nor did his hard stare. You felt like a petulant child staring back at him with your arms crossed. 

Your will to break was unshakeable but you had the inclination that if you pushed him hard enough he’d have you in that passenger seat even if you came kicking and screaming. Huffing out a harsh breath you half stomped your way over and climbed in. Grabbing the handle for yourself you slammed the door before he had the chance to close it for you. You felt a lick of petty satisfaction when you saw his shoulders drop and a hand come up to squeeze the back of his neck. It wasn’t often you could catch Rust off-guard, let alone see him visibly exasperated.

After a moment or two, he rounded his way to the driver’s side and got inside with noticeably less ruckus than you did. He lit a cigarette as he pulled out of the parking lot, but not before rolling down the window in consideration of you. Bastard. 

“My car better find its way back into my damn driveway come morning.” 

He remained silent for the rest of the way.

Back to the present…

Pulling up to your house, the truck hadn’t even made a complete stop before you unbuckled and hastily hopped on out. You only stumbled a bit as the old Ford squeaked behind you in what was probably the harsh fashion in which Rust must’ve slammed on his brakes at your sudden escape. You heard the truck get thrown into park and a heavy slam of a door shutting as you quickened your pace up the pathway to your front porch. Your heaving breaths were drowned out by the frogs and nearby cicadas that created their own little symphony on your property. You knew Rust was following you but you naively hoped you’d make it up to shut the door in his face just in time. 

'Fuck, I forgot my shoes.’ Was your narrow thought as you fumbled for your key ring in the endless depths of your purse. Rust’s footsteps grew closer causing you to whip around and shove him back with a clumsy force much to his surprise. 

“Don’t you come followin’ me! I’ve had just about enough of you!”

“Listen-”

“No you listen! Never have I been more embarrassed than you’ve made me tonight. Never have I felt more stupid and small all because you decided today was the day I’d be on the shit end of your scathing criticisms! You can fuck right off with that mess. I’m goin’ to bed.” You turned to start your trek before he spoke up again,

“My intentions were not to come by and make you feel stupid.”

A near-jarring laugh clawed its way from your system, “Oh, so that’s your twisted way of makin’ a girl feel cared for. Is that it?” 

He let out a frustrated sound, “What’d you mean by startin’ to feel a certain way towards me. Back at the bar.”

Your heart nearly dropped out of your ass just then. Did you really blab on about that somewhere in the middle of your tirade? God, you could just about go feed yourself to the gators right now. Work would no doubt be complete hell after this nightmare of an outing.

“Take it how you want it. I know with you being as perceptive as you are it shouldn’t come as a mystery what I might feel. You do plenty towards me that’s had me foolishly thinkin’ there could be a one in a million chance of somethin’ but no dice. So what I want to know is why did you follow me out. Why did you come all this way to ruin my night.” 

The silence was biting as he offered up no explanation. He seemed to be trying to figure out that answer himself. Instead of the petty satisfaction you felt from seeing him at a loss earlier, he seemed well and truly bothered now which left a sinking feeling in your gut. The thought of the immovable force in front of you being this bothered when it came to matters involving you just made you all the more disoriented. There was only one other plausible explanation as to why he went through all this trouble to insert himself into the mix. 

You could almost fall to your knees laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of your creeping realization. It couldn’t be. There was just no way. But given the miserable look of Rust’s obvious inner battle on what he should decide to say to you had you gawking. 

The man was jealous. Rustin Cohle, feeler of nothing and believer of none, was jealous. A fit of giggles made their way out of you before you could help it. It might’ve been in poor taste during the seriousness of the moment between you both but you couldn’t stop. Rust seemed all the more distressed as if he’d been caught red-handed. Stripped bare in front of you despite no real accusation of his behavior being made quite yet. 

“If I knew any better I’d say you were plain jealous, Rust. Can’t say I see you bein’ capable of actin’ so irrationally. I thought entertainin’ such primal notions was too beneath you. Especially should it involve lil ol’ me.”

But he was indeed more than susceptible to all the irrational factors of his so-called programming when it came to you. You were beautiful. Mind, body, and soul. Your presence brought things to the surface he didn’t believe he could ever have the experience of feeling again. It scared him shitless. Having to face what was making his old tired heart beat into a lively rhythm again after convincing himself things of that nature were abysmally futile. Even as you stood in front of him now, with eyes and hair looking something fiercely wild, feet bare and dirtied from your lack of shoes in that high-cut black ensemble you had on. He absolutely knew that he couldn’t bring himself to deny what his programming was demanding of him when it came to the unknowing hold you had over him. Flexing his shaking fingers as if to render them steady he took a slow approach to you. 

This was a moment where you had neither the sense nor the imagination to anticipate what he’d do next. It was as if your heart had forgotten how to keep itself beating. This was the closest you had found yourself in his proximity. Being able to see every fine detail of the tragically beautiful man in front of you could have left you speechless for the rest of your days.

A large, calloused hand came to cup your jaw then the other followed. Both nearly took up the entire sides of your face, and their warmth made you feel as if you were on fire. His grip was firm… more so intenful if you were to put a name to it. Eyes searched each other in the most tortuously bated moment you’d ever found yourself being victim to. If you were to move an inch or look away the spell might be broken forever and you think you might just collapse if that were to happen. When had you gotten this dramatic?

Kiss me. God, kiss me. Just kiss me. You thought over and over as if willing it into his mind. Then, as if he heard you through some unspoken link, he did. 

It was like being let in on one big universal secret that couldn’t be fathomed by most. Never had you thought a kiss could wield as much power as Rust’s did. For being such a hard and withdrawn individual, the feeling of his slightly chapped lips on your plush ones felt nothing short of soul-bearing and endlessly warm. Trailing your hands up his broad chest, the quick pitter-pattering of his heart didn’t go past you. Drawing your palms up further you reach to lace deft fingers into the sandy waves that you’d secretly been aching to touch for a while now. His breath faltered as you pulled back for a brief moment. It wasn’t long before the invisible magnet between you both had you returning for more. 

The kiss turned more intense, bodies pressing and molding into each other as if you could become one entity. His tongue traced the seams of your lips and you had no qualms with letting him invade your senses further. The need for air was becoming harder to ignore but no force on earth could rip you away. The desire for him was something you’d not felt for another person in you’re not sure how long. If not ever. His breath held traces of the Lonestar he’d been cradling and the cigarette he’d deeply pulled on the way here and it had you absolutely hooked as it curled into your mouth. You didn’t know how long the pair of you stood on your porch necking like a bunch of desperate teenagers but by the time he pulled away you felt dizzy at the sight of his flushed complexion and swollen lips. Possessiveness gripped your being at the thought of being able to have such an effect on him. You. No one else. 

Rust’s grip loosened on your heated face as he planted one last sweet kiss on you before stepping away entirely. It was a shock that you had any remaining strength to keep yourself upright. His expression seemed a bit more relaxed, a bit too casual for what just transpired. There was a brief pause. 

“Don’t go out dancin’ anymore.” 

With that, he turned and made his slow descent back to his truck. Snapping out of your daze once the words sunk into the crevices of your Rust-drunk brain you quirked a brow, 

 “If that’s your odd way of layin’ claim on me I think I’m gonna need to ask for a more straightforward redo, mister.” 

You saw his shoulders shake slightly in amusement as the night found itself ending on a more playful albeit confusing note, “G’night, y/n.”

“I’m bein’ serious, Rust. You can’t just kiss a girl like that then waltz on out. I have questions.” You pointed.    

 “I’ll see ya tomorrow.” The cowboy gave a slight wave and then got into his truck. Oh, you could wipe that subtly growing smirk right off his stupid face. His dry sense of humor made its presence known at what you thought was the most inopportune of times. You stood there watching his truck disappear into the night, the ghost of him sticking to you like molasses. Your fingertips graced your buzzing lips and you could’ve started giggling again like some schoolgirl. How ridiculous indeed. 

You were so not letting any of this go when you got into work tomorrow.

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[lxmelle]

I wanted to make a post on the number of times Gojo and Geto “meet halfway” even beyond death. Just a complication of moments!

Spoilers if you’re anime-only.

Gojo Satoru stops in his tracks upon hearing something roll onto the floor; quickly followed by the voice of someone whom he killed with his own hands.

More under the cut:

Gate open!

The same words upon a 10-year separation. Not “hisashiburi ne” but “hisashi ne” (a shortened version):

(Worth noting: the flashback image of Gojo after killing Geto looks eerily like Toji upon death. There is a deliberate parallel.)

Gojo tries to make sense of what is happening and his six eyes registers the physical information that it’s really Geto.

In processing this he is momentarily flooded with memories of the best 3 years of his life - the Blue Spring 青い春.

Ironically like being flooded with information after being hit by unlimited void, as there have been others who pointed out.

He was rendered immobile with information on his precious memories and that’s what seals him.

His mind was matching up information from his physical senses (six eyes) and his soul (presenting as feeling).

And his soul refutes the information. His mind knows Geto wouldn’t do this. Thus, he knows otherwise.

Here is where he reverts back to “ore” 俺 as his raw and authentic self presents itself for a the moment where he is experiencing heightened emotions from the sacrilege before him that gets his trapped.

And it all kinda sucks because seems unfair that Gojo is going to suffer again for what seems to be a heavily one-sided pining for his best friend.

But then, Geto, who really is unable to react (because it isn’t Geto, as he is actually dead) ... still manages to do something.

Although like a dragonfly whose head has been cut off, it responds. His body appears to be imprinted with information despite his brain (mind) and soul not being there.

As someone pointed out on Twitter/now X, Gojo reacts to Geto’s words/presence and Geto react to his name being called (and possibly also from seeing Gojo in that position):

Gege, thank you for making this a reciprocal moment.

That smug lil smile from Gojo also kinda depicts a small victory that he made that happen. Something, as a reader, we appreciate that even the ancient Kenjaku has never encountered before - the vessel reacting whilst he is the host.

It’s poetic how they react to each other despite the situation where one is practically dead but can still depict sentiments of a strong bond.

Gege follows up on this with a moment between Toji and Megumi to illustrate another example of parallelism and emphasis, just 7-8 chapters later:

The narrator doesn’t finish the sentence, but it hints at how the remnants of a soul can still persist within the body if it’s important enough. Leading the body to react even if the brain isn’t there in Geto’s case, and the body in a vessel can still react even if it’s soul information wasn’t summoned by the curse technique user.

It also hints at the parallels between Geto and Toji who died after yielding and “burying” a part of themselves.

The reciprocal nature of Gojo and Geto extends to the afterlife scene.

Can I just add (again) that I love how they’re sitting closer together than compared with when the chapter began? 🤭 yes I like repeating myself because i dedicated a whole post on it before

And I like how they meet halfway there too.

Isn’t it romantic somehow? Last person Geto saw before his death was Gojo, and the first person Gojo saw was Geto in the afterlife.

I wrote this in another post but I’ll include that here too: the top bit is in reference to Geto’s death where his reaction acknowledges that he doesn’t feel he deserves the loving words, but rather a curse at the end.

Link: https://www.tumblr.com/lxmelle/748022415626567680/ah-this-makes-lots-of-sense-especially-that?source=share

And taken from my other whopper of a post on souls because I’m too lazy to write it all again:

The end.

Thank you for sharing in my satosugu indulgence.

Please feel free to share and reblog with other moments worth pointing out! ╰(*´︶`*)╯~♡

#satosugu brainrot #satosugu #stsg #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk analysis #jjk #jjk spoilers #jjk anime #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen satosugu #gojogeto #gojo x geto #jujutsu kaisen geto suguru #geto x gojo #goge gego

[beholdthemem]

I love Vex and Percy's Two-Control-Freaks-In-Love-(And-Slowly-Learning-To-Be-Okay-With-It) thing with my whole heart, but all it took was that one scene in the first couple episodes where Pike fainted and Scanlan was instantly there to catch her for me to become full on obsessed with them. Oooooooh, MAN. I do love me a 'What? He's not interested in me. He flirts with everybody'/'Yeah, but with you I MEAN IT!' dynamic.

He is in love with her to the point of being a little bit of a loser about it, and is just. INCAPABLE of communicating that without giving himself a trapdoor to escape through where he can turn any expression of genuine sentiment into a joke if he thinks it could go badly. It is perpetually Schrodinger's Flirt where he both does and does not mean it, so of course Pike never takes notice of it- and then the cycle repeats.

Just, like- "Look, I've been friends with Scanlan for a long time. I have SEEN him seduce people. He's no shrinking violet- when he sees something he wants, he goes for it and isn't shy about doing so. I promise you, if he wanted me, he'd have done something about it. When he says that shit, that's just the kind of joking around he does with friends. He's like that with all of us, a little bit."

And then meanwhile, behind the jokes, Scanlan's repeatedly silently screaming about "Yeah, because I don't just want to BED YOU, I want you to still be there in the morning! I want to wake up to you every day and tease you about how your hair's all mussed up, and waste half the day just lying there with you, and holding you, and letting you hold me, and having sex and laughing together during, and afterwards just getting to be near each other without having to say anything. What the FUCK am I supposed to do with that?!"

#the legend of vox machina #tlovm #pike trickfoot #scanlan shorthalt

[emblazons]

—so @magentamee reblogged this ask from me and like the little overthinker I am, I realized a few things.

A lot of people here have talked about the way the ending of each season foreshadows something that goes on in the next one / has clues as to the feelings and directions the characters are headed in—which we all certainly know is true of the voiceover of Hopper’s letter to end S3. Looking at this shot specifically, though—

—aka when a sentiment + phrasing Hopper says mirrors both Mike’s ongoing actions with El in S4 (“my life started that way we found you in the woods” mirroring all the Mike/Hopper emotional conflations I’ve already pointed out), we get some very interesting subtext & unruly amount of foreshadowing.

Here, we have El holding onto Mike for dear life, while Mike is half holding her and half holding Lucas/Dustin…the two other members of the party who are strictly platonic in his mind, foreshadowing her moving 100% into a platonic space (“care” v “love”), while she still tries to cling to the emotional connection of the romantic, which is interesting enough foreshadowing on its own—

—but even more than that, we have Will set apart from that wholly platonic group, while Mike and Will are the only ones whose faces you can see…with Will in the light and Mike in shadow, the exact same way we repeatedly see reflected in the cinematography even more dramatically throughout all of S4.

That single S3 shot mirrors the way (as several people have pointed out) Will is also the “focus” of the supposedly romantic moment between Mike and El because the sentiment is built on Will’s painting—

—where Mike is again in shadow because we have Mike’s romantic disconnect on display while we as an audience have (once again) have the structure of the show ask us to to focus on Mike & Will, even as it’s supposedly El who he’s ‘attached to.’

Basically—that scene was S4 Mike in a nutshell.

A Mike who is being clung to by El because she is missing her dad, but who has moved her into a platonic attachment in his heart of hearts

A Mike who will reflect the same sentiments as Hopper in his attempts to assuage El’s loss

A Mike holding El up (but us not seeing her face) reflecting the entire sentiment of him giving the monologue without her offering a response

A Mike who we are starting to see the truth in again, but who is “in shadow” because he is being dishonest about himself and his feelings

The shift of focus from “the group” (aka the whole party being in the shot) to Byler alone (Mike and Will being the only faces you can see)

Will being “illuminated” and the “light” that Mike follows when he is in shadow (whole or partial), for better or worse (aka Mike feeling affirmed by Will, but Will’s dishonesty causing problems)

….on top of the fact that (if my suspicions are correct) the light/shadow thing also reflects their own sense of accepting their queerness/feelings for one another.

Basically…I really do love it when something that lasts 2 whole seconds that I happened to look up because one phrase repeated itself actually holds a lot of information that only makes sense in recontextualized retrospect…just like everything else in this lil show lmaooooo

#basically: I love it when I win #lmao thanks for bringing that post back to mind bre! #byler #anti mlvn #mike wheeler #will byers #el hopper #parentified mike #my st commentary #stranger things

[sweetchcolate]

Oh boy, where do I start? I'll go with the negatives first I guess? Get those feelings out of the way at least.

One of the things that bother me about this finale is the way it tried to resolve both overarching arcs (the holy beginnings festival sculpture crafting and the Rafael plot), but didn't give the latter enough respect or gravity: the second Anne and Shall return to the workshop, they act as if they haven't just spent 3 weeks as prisoners to someone who could kill them at any moment (and who almost suceeded on the very last day). Their entire experience gets swept under the rug to leave more screentime for Anne to gush about the sugar sculptures and get ready for the festival.

Which... in a way, it is in character for Anne to care about sugar crafting more than anything (to the detriment of her own health or safety: see the duke of Philax arc). But at the same time, I genuinely think the anime could have cut back on a scene or two (like Anne and Elliot asking the church official to move the sculptures in early) to have Anne and Shall reflect on everything that happened and decompress.

[This scene kinda happens later on, when Anne is finalising the biggest sugar sculpture in the church, but it's more oriented towards the future (what Shall wants to do now that he knows he's a fairy king candidate, Anne wanting Shall to be happy and Shall wanting her to be happy) rather than what happened for the last 3 episodes]

Because of that, as much as I enjoyed the moments where everyone at the workshop gets to finally witness the fruits of their hard work and have fun at the festival, there was something... lackluster about the very last scene between Anne, Shall, and Mythril. It felt like a repeat of cour 2 episode 4's ending (or even cour 1 episode 4, the first royal fair), where Shall mentions his desire to follow Anne wherever she goes, despite everything that happened since then. You could have skipped the entire Rafael arc mess and you wouldn't know it from the way Shall and Anne acted.

Where's the growth? What's new in their dynamic that adds to this scene (compared to after the first royal fair or compared to when Anne returns Shall his wing in the second cour)?

tldr; to me, Rafael's kidnapping was treated more like an inconvenience or a 3 episode hiatus from the Paige workshop, and its consequences weren't really adressed nor felt (other than Rafael's 'humans and fairies can't live together' shtick affecting Anne and Shall).

The other gripe I have with episode 12 is that conversation Shall and Anne have near the end, when Anne is putting the finishing touches on the sculptures.

Their whole conversation is clearly marked by Rafael's poisonous words that fairies and humans cannot be together: Shall mentions that he wants to devote himself to Anne's happiness forever (even if that might mean she'll get married to a human and thus distance herself from him), and while Anne is happy at the sentiment, she also doesn't want to be a burden and prevent Shall from chasing after his own happiness. They both have each other's best interest in mind, both want the other happy, but do not realise that they've already reached this happiness by being with each other.

If I were reading the same scene in the LN, I wouldn't mind the angst because I know there will be more volumes to address that plotpoint. But the anime doesn't have this luxury, even more so since this is a finale (with no other seasons in the work so far), so why picture the last moments of their relationship in such a heartbreaking way? Why not have them each think 'I know it's better if the other stayed with their respective species, but for now, I'll cherish the time we have together' or something to that extent, thus showing both their doubts, but also their desire to enjoy the present moment and ending things on a bitter, but sweet, note?

tldr: overall, while this was a really good episode, it didn't live up to the expectations of concluding two major arcs in a satisfying way. One of the arcs's consequences were not given enough weight, and Shall's and Anne's relationship ended on this weird note where it's clear they're set for future angst, yet the anime finale doesn't have the room to resolve this.

#sugar apple fairy tale #sweetchcolate's nonsense of the day #still processing those 20 minutes...

[daceydeath]

Hierarchy (Part 7)

Heirachy: a system, especially in a society or organization, in which people are organized into different levels of importance from highest to lowest.

Pairings: Mafia Changbin x Reader Word Count: 6.2k Genre: Mafia AU, friends to lovers, slow burn romance Warnings: 18+, minors dni, swearing (too much), verbal threats, gun violence, blood, gore, murder and mayhem

You have always been utterly uninteresting, safely boring as close. You had a normal job, normal friends and the sweetest bestie on the planet but now everything is upside down and that best friend of yours is far more dangerous than you could have ever imagined.

Changbin knew they would give him shit the entire way to the meeting but he would put up with it for the small risk that he might not see you again, this life was violent and ambushes and double crosses were not uncommon he had to be sure you knew he would risk everything to keep you beside him and safe.

"When did that start?" Chan asked breathlessly still laughing at Hyunjin's dramatics.

"Today" he shrugged.

"So it's official then? Should I not have left her with Han and Minho then?" Chan teased.

"It is and she would crush them if they tried anything" he smirked "She may be just a normal girl to the rest of you but she has the over protective bitchy streak that even floors me and Felix sometimes".

"I would believe that she was quite protective of Jeongin and Seungmin the other day" Chan conceded making the other's stop with their joking around.

"What do you mean?" Jeongin asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"The other day before she gave us the journal locations she might have given Chan some lip" he sniggered looking proud.

"Might have? she straight up told me if I couldn't assure her the two of them were safe she wasn't giving me shit" Chan smirked looking pleased.

"Why would she do that?" Seungmin seemed slightly confused by your apparent need to protect him

"Because your a member, she understands that when we do things like this we have each others backs, she is just showing the same care for you as she does Lix" he shrugged watching the others turn soft for you slowly.

"Well she isn't protective of Chan" Jeongin pointed out

"Not that you have seen" Chan smirked trying to rile him up again

"Yeah, yeah whatever you can give me all the shit you want if we get out of this unscathed" he sighed looking at their surroundings and realizing they were only a few minutes away.

"Ok boys we have done this a hundred times before you all know your role" Chan turned serious quickly "when we get home we can tease the happy couple as much as we like but right now heads in the game"

"Boss" they all chorused one after the other falling silent for the rest of the way.

"Once again standard plan, we meet and see what they want, we either leave and vote or if we are getting fucked over we make a decision there are five of us here if we all agree that is all that matters" Chan repeated for the third time that day.

The meeting had been called at the edge of the two territories in an currently disused industrial area that was technically on neutral turf but both considered their end border. Appearing that they were the first on scene Chan instructed that they dropped Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin at a different warehouse before continuing to where the meeting would occur.

"If they aren't here in 30 minutes we leave" Chan spoke knowing the others would hear him through their ear pieces.

"You think we are the set up and they will hit the company then?" Hyunjin hissed "I should be back at the house then"

"I'm not sure, but stay put until we know either way" Chan groaned knowing that Hyunjin was worried about both Han and Felix, both could fight, both could shoot and both were smart, they would be fine but they were younger so naturally Hyunjin was protective.

"Hyun, they will be fine" he echoed Chan's sentiment knowing that they would be, moving behind cover he and Chan started their wait for the Ateez crew.

"Boss we have approaching vehicles, three vans" Jeongin's voice broke the silence.

"Fuckers" Hyunjin snarked

"Got it" Chan replied angrily that it was already going to shit.

They were trying their best to make you relax but Felix could tell you were trying your hardest to give them a brave face to hide how scared this was making you. You were just sitting quietly on your phone as they spoke in hushed tones on their phones on and off to who you assumed were all their guys.

"Do you want me to explain what we prepare for regardless of what we expect to happen?" he asked softly wrapping one arm around you to pull you closer.

"Are you allowed to do that?" you quirked you head as Minho and Han both started to rejoin the two of you.

"Bin has already told you a fair bit I'm guessing just based on what he said upstairs" he smiled

"He's told me he's killed people, that he doesn't necessarily regret it and he would happily do it again to protect you or me. He told me how it all started with Chan and where each of you came in. He also said if I want to know nothing he wont tell me but if I want to know what he is doing he will be honest with me" you sighed chewing your lip.

"So you want to know then?" Han asked nodding.

"Yes, I don't have to know everything I just need to know the basics so I'm not totally lost and left to freak myself out" you cautiously replied partly concerned that you were crossing a line with them and partly because you knew Han could do terrible things and you didn't really need to know about that part. "He thinks this is a trap" you finished.

"He does, well we all do really" Minho admitted "but where not sure if the trap is for them or for us here which is why three of us are here with you"

"Shouldn't you be with them to protect each other?" you frowned looking slightly shaken "This place is a fortress I would be safe on my own".

"We don't all need to be together to keep ourselves safe. Hyunjin is a talented sharpshooter, Jeongin is a pretty good one too, Seungmin is great in a fight not that you could tell by looking at him and Chan has held his own since he was a kid" Felix reassured you gently.

"Besides Chan and Changbin would be beyond furious if we left you alone" Minho shrugged.

"Yeah like you wouldn't rather be with them than babysitting" you grumbled making Felix roll his eyes and Han laugh at you.

"Did you want to try listening to the voice again?" Minho asked trying to steer the conversation towards something productive.

"Ok I will figure it out eventually I guess" you smiled softly as Felix loaded the file up on his phone again. You listened to it another three times before it clicked why it was familiar. "Felix can you make the voice slightly higher I think it's too low"

"You recognize something princess?" Han excitedly smiled bouncing a little in his seat.

"Yeah but the voice isn't quite right" you furrowed your brow as Felix dashed out to get his laptop "I think".

Felix returned a few minutes holding his already booted up laptop running the program he began fiddling with the pitch of the voice running it again and again for you as he tweaked it.

"It's my boss" you whispered suddenly eyes widening as you realized, you had listened to that voice for years yet just the slightly off pitch had confused you so much.

"Your boss?" Minho repeated to be sure he had understood you.

"Yeah...um...here....fuck" you dug your phone out of your pocket and held it tightly "I'll show you" dialed you bosses number.

"Hello I was wondering when you would check in again, have you been feeling better?" Director Kim's voice floated around the room as you placed it on speaker phone so they all could hear.

"Yes Director Kim, I am. I was just ringing to talk about me returning to work in the next day or so, if you haven't already contracted a temp of course" You had put your best sweetened phone voice.

"Of course, I can give your temporary replacement notice that she is no longer needed, I would much rather spend my day looking at you anyway" He had always been flirty with you but now that you knew he was behind the phone calls your skin was crawling.

"Thank you Director Kim, I have missed being at work, I think it will make me happier to return to normal as soon as I can" you rapped up feeling queasy and a little dirty for playing along.

"We will happily welcome you back. Goodbye for now" he purred into the phone making you almost gag.

"Goodbye Director" you chirped hanging up and looking up at the three men in front of you shaking slightly.

"Oh it is totally your fucking boss" Han spat venomously breaking the silence.

"I'm calling Hyunjin" Minho announced as he walked from the room.

"You did so good bubs, Binnie will be super proud of you when he gets back" Felix soothed pulling you against him to make you feel a little better.

"Why would it be my boss Lix? I don't understand" You murmured cuddling into him further hoping it would make you feel better again.

"I don't know bubs but I will bet you everything I have that Bin will find that out for you" Felix chuckled darkly stroking your hair.

Changbin had known from the get go that this was going to be a shit show, everything about this whole fucking mess had been, but he knew his members better than the back of his own hand and he knew Minho would have put in a call or two to make sure they had enough back up at the company.

"Here we go Bin, just remember to not get too mad too fast" Chan muttered remaining stoic looking.

"Got it" he whispered back putting on his death glare for their arriving company.

"Gentlemen" Chan greeted smiling tensely as Hongjoong exited his vehicle flanked by San.

"Mr Bang, thank you for agreeing to meet me, Mr Seo pleasure to see you again" Hongjoong drawled.

"Cut the crap Hongjoong" he growled already annoyed by the whole charade making San narrow his eyes at him threateningly.

"What he means is why did you want us here Hongjoong? need to explain something to us before things escalate any further" Chan raised his eyebrow waiting for an answer.

"Well it has come to my attention that my boy Mingi has been indirectly fucking with you" Hongjoong gestured to the man on his left who nodded "and of course we come to offer our sincere apologies for this"

"Yes we are aware of that, we have his cousin as a guest of ours currently" Chan drawled looking bored.

"His cousin?" San spluttered instantly looking both angry that he was being held and at the casualness of Chan's tone.

"He's a very easy talker Hongjoong, did you know that?" Bin smirked watching the two men in front of him faces change almost imperceptibly at the news.

"Yes he's been quite accommodating and I am sure Mingi would like him returned as unscathed as possible, however his associates Jihoon and Jonwoo will probably not be returned" Chan continued trying to keep his calm demeanor intact.

"Ah I see that you are aware of the situation" Hongjoong sighed "In that case perhaps we can explain before this escalates further"

"You think Hongjoong, maybe explain why we shouldn't kill you and your crew for fucking with us?" Binnie snarled furiously at the other man.

"Changbin" Chan reminded coolly

"Mingi's uncle owes a lot of money to both our crew and the Exo crew, they want him dead for not paying fast enough, he figured out a way to get their money at the very least but enough to get him out of debt" San began evenly trying to keep everyone calm.

"Bin your girl has figured out the voice, it's her fucking boss, Mingi's other fucking uncle" Hyunjin's voice came to life in their ears making his fury bubble to the surface at an alarming rate. Chan knew it was about to go to shit so he very quickly decided to take charge before Changbin went postal.

"Continue" Chan prompted knowing the other two men could see the change in his rage level

"He was to do a job for some company director that was an associate or some shit of his uncle, he wanted what Mingi said was a simple job in exchange for twice the amount of cash owed, we thought it was just some company wanting to ruin another one" San continued while eyeing him with caution.

"Fucking enough" Chan sanpped stepping closer to Hongjoong and San threateningly causing Changbin to re focus on Chan "You were allowing Mingi to have one uncle to pay of the other's debt for the small favor of procuring him a girl that he wanted. Am I fucking wrong?"

"Yes, the money would be used to pay off his debts to both Exo and us but the girl was never going to be harmed, we don't fucking traffic women, we don't fucking traffic anyone" Hongjoong defended angrily.

"Then what were you planning to do the money wouldn't have been exchanged without her, would it? Even you're not that fucking stupid to think otherwise" Chan snarled knowing that they were lying to his face. Moving one hand to his side he gave a very subtle signal to the other members watching who instantly understood.

"Where are your men Hongjoong? Surely they would have come to the rescue by now" He asked menacingly, his hand twitching as he wanted to reach for his gun.

"There is only one way to deal with this little problem as far as I can see it" Chan continued "There are rules we all live byin this life, business is business it isn't personal, you don't fuck with innocents and you never go after a members family" Chan lectured letting the pair of them stew in their own obvious fear "These are what separate us from animals, this is what keeps us successful"

"Family?" Hongjoong blinked looking between both Chan and Changbin.

"Did that motherfucker forget to mention who the woman was Hongjoong?" Changbin grinned psychotically making Hongjoong look to San for an explanation.

"Who the fuck is the girl San?" Hongjoong spat grabbing San by his collar.

"She's a fucking no one" San spluttered eyes wide before hanging his head.

"She isn't fucking no one though is she? If she was we wouldn't be here having this fucking conversation" Hongjoong yelled at the younger man letting him go and stepping back.

"No she isn't anyone" Chan smiled finally gesturing to him to move "She's Changbin's girl, she's the Queen of our syndicate and your cock splash of a member has gotten you both killed for it" He smiled dangerously as Changbin pulled his weapon from his side, and aimed at San.

"Wait, if she is your girl then we can work this out in a way where you get revenge and send a message to every other crew in the country" Hongjoong interjected quickly looking Chan dead in the eye.

"I'm listening" Chan replied apathetically motioning for him to lower the weapon slightly.

"We had no idea we were messing with your lady, we would never do that knowingly, I will give you Mingi and his family and any other member of my crew who is involved and in return we put this behind us and never repeat it" Hongjoong proposed nervously.

"Changbin what do you think?" Chan asked him smoothly waiting for him to considder.

"You're willing to let me end every member in your crew who knew what this was? Loyalty isn't your strong suit is it?" he asked looking from Hongjoong to San who both nodded.

"If you lie to us now and double cross us later" Chan interjected "I will let Changbin unleash hell on all of you and it wont just be you who will receive his wrath".

"I swear on it" Hongjoong sighed relieved holding out his hand for Chan to shake, which he did cementing the deal that would end this mess properly.

"Now gentlemen, we need to get back" Chan smirked gesturing for the van to collect them.

Felix had made you a hot chocolate and had bundled you up with blankets in their meeting room so that you were close to him while he continued to work monitoring the CCTV around the perimeter of the company while Han and Minho came and went checking on you from time to time and to give Felix updates.

"Where are your men?" Lix suddenly asked as both of them appeared in the room again.

"Mine are in the garage and at the front keeping the entry points locked down" Minho replied casually.

"Han?" Felix asked again looking at the screens confused by what he was seeing.

"Oh mine are out of the fence line of the two gates but there are only a couple of them why?" Han looked over Felix's shoulder at the screen.

Are either set in vans? That black one has driven past four times now" Felix frowned as the same license plate displayed on the screen from the camera that scanned everyone who passed.

"No those aren't ours" Han agreed agitation in his voice. Your phone started vibrating making you look towards where it sat beside you Binnie's name flashing across the screen.

"Binne?" you smiled widely feeling so relieved to hear his voice "Are you ok? Are the others alright?"

"Were fine baby, we're on our way back now" you could hear the smile in his voice. "Is Felix with you? can you relay a message to him?"

"Of course Binnie" you sighed softly enjoying the way the tightness in your chest was leaving you knowing he was coming back to you.

"Thank you baby, tell him it was a trap and that you may have incoming, everything will be fine though we made a deal" he sounded slightly annoyed but you could help with that when he got home "I know this is probably scary but I will be back soon with Chan and the others, you're safe and no matter what happens between now and when I get here you need to do exactly as the guys say, can you do that for me baby doll?" he sounded calm which made you relax, further knowing they all were safe.

"I'll tell Lix, promise" you smiled

"Good girl baby" he muttered as you could here the others teasing him in the background before he hung up.

"Lix" you interrupted the three guys talking while all looking at the screens.

"Yeah Bubs?" he smiled turning to you slightly.

"It was a set up, Chan has made a deal and you may have incoming but they are on their way back now" you listed quickly making Felix grin at you proudly.

"You know after this a think we need to teach you how to shoot" He mused looking between you and Han.

"Oh no I don't believe in guns" you stammered putting you hands up.

"Well that's just nuts because they are very real" Han giggled pulling his hand gun from his holster and coming closer to give it to you.

"Um...no" you stuttered hiding your hands in Changbin's hoodie making Han properly begin laughing.

"You aren't freaked out by Bin getting angry, all the shit we have collectively done, over hearing screaming, seeing me covered in blood or the idea of breaking someone nose or knees but a gun makes you want to hide. That is gold" he cackled making you look to Felix for help

"Man don't tease her" Felix warned eyebrow raised.

"Han, if she tells Bin you have been scaring her with a gun he will be likely to beat the shit out of you" Minho forewarned

"She's not a snitch she won't tell Bin will you princess?" Han smirked while still waving the gun around making you shrink back into the cushions.

"Han, seriously" Felix growled getting pissed off himself now.

"Or what Felix you going to get all defensive of the girl you want but wants our brother" Han teased again getting slightly more chaotic.

"Fuck off Han! you don't know shit" you snapped glaring up at him "Don't be such a fucking arsehole"

"Ah there she is! There's the little mobster wife!" Han look pleased with himself.

"God you are a cunt" sighed Felix.

"You know it's not snitching if they get back and you are waving that gun around right?" Minho added chuckling how well he played you and Felix.

"It's not snitching if I let him see the CCTV either" shrugged Felix grinning evilly.

"I'm pretty sure it's not snitching if I bite you right now" you fumed throughly annoyed by Han "you would be the one who has to explain it"

"I don't get how you two didn't figure this out sooner" Minho smiled watching you muttering under your breath.

"Huh? who figures what now?" you quirked your eyebrow at Minho curiously.

"You and Changbin, obviously" he chuckled in reply.

"We haven't figured it out, this literally just happened" you sighed feeling frustrated but looking to Minho as kindly as you could "It is almost as new as the whole idea that Bin and Lix are gangsters, that you're all criminals, it's too new for anyone to say figured it out".

"But you love him so it's pretty much settled" Han chipped in tilting his head to look at you.

"I don't even know that yet" you admitted quietly knowing that being this honest with them might backfire on you but you could stop yourself you began fiddling with your fingers and looking at the floor.

"Bubs?" Felix tentatively whispered getting up and moving to crouch in front of you making sure you were looking him in the eye "Bin didn't force anything on you did he?" his voice so soft that you were sure his words were only for you.

"No! no Felix, you know he wouldn't hurt me" you whispered back completely taken aback by his line of questioning.

"Shit no bubs, I mean did he just tell you that you are together now, did he actually give you options to take this slowly or maybe even not get together" Felix explained hurriedly.

"We..um I asked him what it meant and he said I was his and he would never give me up, so that's what we are" you murmured embarrassed you didn't like talking about the two of you in front of the others but they were trying their hardest to look busy focusing on the CCTV screens which made you feel a little better.

"Is that what you want though?" he implored looking at you softly

"I think so... he makes me happy, he always has, he makes me feel safe" you smiled slightly seeing how concerned Lix was for you "It feels natural to be with him, I've never felt like that before" Felix let go of a deep breath and grinned at you.

"You do love him bubs you just might not be in love with him, not yet anyway" his voice still quiet but happier.

"Their back" Minho interrupted clearing his throat and glaring at Han to not open his mouth who looked gleeful about the whole conversation.

Changbin was still angry even after the silent drive back, as they got closer he noticed the first of another few vans that were scoping the area but they scattered once they identified that they were returning not wanting to risk anything with the full syndicate in attendance.

"Fuckers still prowling about" Hyunjin snarled sounding equally pissed off.

"When we get back sort out the other two but leave the kid, for now" Chan instructed casually "Unless we have any disagreements on that course of action" when none of them spoke up Hyunjin nodded firmly.

"We need to discuss what we have learnt too" Jeongin sighed disgruntledly "If this is going to end in a all out war we need to all know how and why before we start tearing people apart"

"Tearing people apart? Ha! they will be lucky if that is all Bin does to them" Seungmin dryly sighed as they parked in the garage and began making their way up to the meeting room where they already knew the others were observing the surrounds from.

Storming into the room they were collectively stopped dead by the sight of you glaring at Han waving a gun around.

"I swear to god Han once I learn how to use this you are the first person I am fucking shooting" you growled glaring hard at the man in front of you who seemed to find the whole thing amusing.

"Bubs, this is why you aren't allowed to hold a loaded gun" Felix tried to calm you reaching for the handgun in your hand as Minho turned to look at the guys who had just entered shrugging.

"Fine I'll stab him then" you snarled pulling the butterfly knife you had been carrying all afternoon from your pocket.

"No kitten, you can't stab him either, Bin would be annoyed if you stabbed Han" Minho chuckled as Han doubled over laughing.

"To be fair I don't care if she stabs him, motherfucker probably deserves it" Bin smiled feeling himself instantly begin calming down watching whatever chaos was unfolding around you.

"Binnie" You beamed dropping the knife on the floor for Felix to pick up rolling his eyes walking into his arms which he wrapped around you tightly.

"Hey! you are meant to be on my side" Han pouted indignantly.

"You started it when you started waving a fucking handgun in my face you twat" you glared again at him.

"You fucking what?" Changbin snarled looking at Han his anger rising again.

"It was a joke how was I supposed to know she's frightened of guns?" Han defended himself taking a step back from Bin.

"Because she told you she was" Felix sighed shutting down the surveillance feed from all the screens in the room.

"Then you after I had spoken to Felix about something important asked me if criminal cock is superior to any other type of cock" you added as the others all either face palmed or groaned at him.

"Fucks sake" Binnie sighed letting you go so he could take a seat then pull you into his lap, he softly kissed your temple and squeezed you slightly, you were relieved to sit there waiting to see if Chan wanted you to leave or not.

"Can we go over what we have learnt or do you need to keep shit stirring?" Chan asked harshly looking directly at Han who sat and nodded quickly.

"Our end was productive in the sense that we have made a deal with Hongjoong, he will give us Mingi, his co-conspirators and anyone else involved. In exchange we leave at least him and San alive since they did not know half the intel we did" Chan explained.

"Makes sense since we now know who the calls are coming from" Minho agreed easily.

"Now little one we need to be sure that the voice really is your boss alright?" Chan continued albeit slightly gentler with you.

"Oh we know it's him" Han interrupted "She called him and spoke to him in front of us to show us. Felix, Minho and I all agree it's defiantly him" he smiled at you before poking out his tongue which made you roll your eyes at him.

"I guess the only other part that we need to consult you on is whether you think you can cope with what is about to happen? It is going to be something you can never talk about with anyone outside of us, you can never admit you knew anything about it and you need to act as though you had no clue about any of this" Chan's voice was serious but still considerate as he stared intently at you.

"Because you are going to kill them all?" you asked bluntly meeting Chan's eyes.

"Yes" Chan's answer was exactly what you expected honest and to the point.

"Will I be safe afterwards?" you asked as you continued to meet his gaze.

"You will never be 100% safe in this life but you will be much safer after this" he admitted and you nodded silently leaning back into Binnie's chest, you could feel his warmth seeping into you back, and smell the lingering scent of his cologne swirling around you making you feel at ease.

"Does it actually matter what I think?" you asked almost cynically knowing that you needed to remain honest at all times when it came to what they did, you couldn't allow misunderstandings or confusion.

"Of course it does baby" Changbin murmured from behind you.

"Well it shouldn't" you sighed "This is your life and your job, for a lack of a better word for it, I shouldn't get a say. If your asking whether I would ever turn you in I wouldn't and if your asking if I can live with what you all do I don't get a choice you live the lives you chose and if I chose Changbin then I have to live with that too" you carefully removed yourself from Changbin's grasp before walking out of the room leaving them sitting in silence.

"Ha" Chan half laughed half sighed "She is something else"

"Of course she is" Felix breathed worriedly watching the door you had just left through before looking back to Changbin.

"I'll talk to her after we are done here, she will come around to it but she is never going to like what we do Lix" he rubbed his hand over his face tiredly.

You had yet to ask Mrs Choi if she could make up another room for you, now that you were something to Changbin you felt as though you needed to give him at least a little space to himself. You had meant to do it today but things had once again gotten a little to intense for you to worry about something as small as a spare room. However, one on the others must have mentioned it to her for as soon as you left the meeting room you found her waiting for you.

"Come Miss I have prepared you a new room" she smiled seeming her manners still perfect despite your previous efforts to have her treat you more informally.

"Thank you Mrs Choi" you whispered following her up the stairs and past Changbin and Felix's rooms to the very end of the last hallway of that wing of the house.

"This used to be guest rooms but they have seen little use since our young gentlemen took up residence here" she informed you as you looked down at the 3 last rooms you hadn't know existed before.

"I guess you don't get many guests here" you noted nodding slowly as she led you the door at the very end of the hall.

"No it is a rarity for us, this one has the nicest view of the gardens which I thought you would like" she affirmed opening the door for you and letting you enter first. The room was not all that different to the others that you had seen, ridiculously large with an oversized bathroom, but it was not personalized in any way just light grey walls and white soft furnishings the large window that overlooked the garden made you realize you must be above the library on the lower floor.

"Thank you Mrs Choi it's lovely" you smiled genuinely at her.

"We can have it personalized for you if you are staying with us for longer but I have had my maids collect your clothing which is in the dressing room on the left here and we can have anything else you would like brought in for you" she explained kindly gesturing around the room.

"Thank you" you murmured again looking around yourself.

"Mr Han thought you might need more space, I was surprised he is usually not concerned by much of the goings on here but this he was sure needed to be ready for you by this evening" she finished bowing and excusing herself before you could ask any questions.

Han? you didn't even think he thought of as anything other than a new person to annoy and tease, you blinked to yourself before going to the wardrobe to find some clothing to change into that you could shower and get ready for bed, you knew they would be meeting for a while and you were exhausted being so tense all day. Finding your comfy bunny pajamas you made your way to the bathroom for a long hot shower to try to get you relaxed before you tried to sleep.

"So how will this all work Chan? I'm assuming you have some sort of plan" Minho asked curiously watching as Chan's brow furrowed slightly as he thought.

"I'm thinking we will need to either grab her boss and see if Mingi comes running or we might have to play as dirty as they have been" Chan replied slowly the cogs in his head still turning.

"Alright I'll bite, how would we grab Director Kim?" Felix quizzed everyone in the room "We can't just waltz into his house and grab him".

"No it would have to be much more covert than that, we would need to assume he may know that we are suspicious of him so it would have to either be a full infiltrate of his security or grab him while he is going to or from work" Chan mused

"What is playing dirty Chan?" Changbin finally asked knowing he would probably not like the answer but he needed to know.

"We would need to lure him out into the open, we would to have our little one play bait" Chan sighed causing the room to pause around them. He stared hard at Chan he knew that it was a possibility that you would be needed to lure the fucking scumbag out but he never anticipate Chan would suggest it as a proper option.

"No fucking way" Felix protested angrily frowning.

"Lix it might come to it but it's not our main plan" Hyunjin tried to calm his friend gently.

"You can go down that route if you want Chan, but you will have to look her in the eye and tell her what might go wrong, what she might lose" he stated lowly starting at his oldest friend aside from you.

"That's why I suggest figuring out how to grab him" Chan groaned "I don't want her in danger truth be told I'm becoming quite fond of that little firecracker, she is a good fit with this family"

"What about another option which might just be a little less risky for the little princess" Han proposed looking from Chan to him patiently.

"Shoot" Chan replied allowing Han his input.

"Well like I said earlier she called her boss in front of us, said she wanted to go back to work which he seemed very happy about, so why don't we just let her do that?" Han finished blinking at them "We could keep her safe with the hack we already have in their security system and you could even show up and take her to lunch or something that way Mingi will have to go for her himself and we will be on hand to deal with it"

"That could actually work well for us" Hyunjin chimed in.

"I still have a guy inside" Seungmin added

"We could easily throw in another few guys as security and interns in a day or so" Jeongin agreed nodding easily.

"Ok we can try this as long as everyone is agreement and we can get it organized on time. If we can't we drop it and go back to the first idea" Chan paused "You want to talk to her or do you want us to all do it?"

"I'll do it" he replied not liking the idea at all but needing to accept that it really would be the easiest way to get to Mingi, getting up to go back to his room.

"She won't be in your room tonight" Han announced suddenly making him narrow his eyes at the younger man. "Mrs Choi set her up in one of the guest rooms, I thought she might need some space from all of us to think" he smiled slightly.

"That is actually really smart for you at least" Seungmin remarked snidely

"Fuck off, she seems to be a bit lost to be honest and besides I like her she's chill and fun" Han groaned annoyed that he was going to be the butt of the joke for the rest of the night.

"How many of you are wrapped around her fingers now? Bin, Lix, Chan, you..."Hyunjin laughed heartily

"Don't forget Minho who threatened to ask her out of Bin didn't get his shit together" Chan added making Minho shrug indifferently.

"You are all wankers you know that" he rolled his eyes at the others still making his way out to speak to you.

"You love us man" Lix grinned cheekily making the others laugh again.

A/N: Sorry this has taken me so long I've been struggling with personal stuff and it has sapped all my will to live. However I am still writing so please forgive the time between chapters. Any likes, comments or reblogs are deeply appreciated and adored you guys make my whole week xx

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[joysmercer]

please share some of your thoughts on the repercussions of nini leaving!!

ok it's less repercussions and more like a bunch of thoughts lol but:

firstly, it was a bit random? like LA is where the music scene is but throughout season 2, the thing holding nini back was ricky (/his desire for control/stop change), not SLC in general. there was no point in time where she was like "i need to get out of this town." so her being like "i feel more free in LA!!!" felt a little off to me, because that wasn't really a sentiment she had shown before. but if olivia was leaving the show and couldn't commit any more time to s3, they did the best they could i guess.

it's extremely...weird that she didn't tell anyone she was leaving; miss jenn was the only one who knew she was even considering it! and she left before curtain, presumably without coming back to salt lake! idk if i were kourtney or ashlen or ricky, i would be a bit hurt by that lol. but also, the fact that she wasn't there but all of them still had so much success in the show (personally professionally etc) is also so telling. her arc was done; she changed and changed others over her two seasons. it was the right time for her to go.

the lottery card is my favorite thing that came out of her exit, because it really does symbolize ricky growing up. his first love, his oldest friend, quite literally helped him complete his childhood goals and move forward. he initially thought he didn't get one at all, only for jet (a "mini-ricky" in so many ways) to find it for him and gina (his "future") to tell him to open it. i also like that she apparently asked him to hand out cards for hsm3 opening night—glad that they're more in touch than just following each other on social media, and that he's really taken on her old role of being the heart of the program.

but, like i said, i wish she had given him and everyone else the cards personally and the og squad got one more night together. they left an open-ending for her so olivia could come back if she wanted to in s4, but it translated to less of an open-ending and more of like "that was it?"

(on the other hand, there is something poetic and final about her not seeing ricky open it. her being there may have dampened that effect a bit. in an ideal world, i guess she'd hand out cards personally but leave the lotto ticket in ricky's room for him to find afterward, his last gift of his birthday.) (but then gina wouldn't be the one to tell him to open it, which was also so important and symbolic) (so idk) (anyway)

gina and nini's juxtaposition throughout the show really came to a head at the end of season 2 (and throughout nini's exit). in many ways, they had opposite trajectories: nini was the lead for the first time and gained the confidence to believe in and fight fore huge success, which eventually led to her spreading her wings and moving away; gina needed to learn that she doesn't need to be front-and-center to have an impact, which eventually led to her putting down roots and making her own little family for the first time. and connecting the two of them is gina's brother, someone gina barely knows but who was such a catalyst for nini. it's also really interesting that jamie's offer is the reason nini leaves and what allows gina, slowly over the first two seasons but quickly in s3 and 4, to really take on a position as ricky's closest confidant (instead of nini). the whole love "square" between nini, ej, ricky, and gina is so fascinating because there are parallels in every direction; history repeats itself again and again with those four, but each time, different choices are made and different paths are taken, until, by the finale, everyone is exactly where they're supposed to be and it's hard to picture any other ending for any of them. and that started with nini taking that first leap and saying goodbye, before ej had the courage to, before ricky got over his fear of it, before gina even knew what was coming. that was the catalyst, whether or not anyone realized it or not.

#asks #anon #high school musical: the musical: the series #hsmtmts #c: nini salazar roberts #s3 fic prep #s4 fic prep

[jelixpo]

So... did you like the movie? 😏

i thought it was really good! But I also joked with my parents that i probably would have enjoyed it regardless of what was on screen lol

my non-spoiler opinion of the movie is this

Mario and Luigi have a super wholesome relationship

Jack Black killed it as Bowser

Chris Pratt also did a really good job as Mario! I was surprised

Anya Taylor-Joy was just okay as Peach. Sometimes I thought her voice was a bit too deep in delivery for Peach but like 95% of the time I enjoyed it

I thought Seth Rogan was good as Donkey Kong but then again i'm not big into Donkey Kong so I might not be a good judge

also the movie seemed a bit short? And that's not just me saying that cause I wanted more, it felt like some scenes weren't fleshed out enough or had weird cuts between them. And I think I know who to blame for that (Mr 'let's remove all the story elements from Mario Galaxy 2 so it's basically just a Mario Galaxy DLC')

But!! Really enjoyable and I super recommend!

Okay, now under the cut I'll share my spoiler opinions

I'm gonna break up these bullet points differently cause like. It's a lot

THE BRO HUG AT THE END OF THE MOVIE. ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!

I know we didn't get a lot of Luigi which is a bummer but omg when he was on screen he stole the show!!

I also really liked the scene where they showed Luigi being taken onto the blimp and him envisioning his life where he's always had to be saved by Mario, and now he's in a situation where he doesn't even know if Mario is alive or not. It was a very quiet and introspective moment that, while it was rather short, I thought was really inciteful into Luigi's character and his relationship with the idea of bravery and how he views himself in comparison to Mario. And then!! The pay-off at the end of the movie where Luigi gets to be the one who saves Mario!! That was very sweet and I love that they showed that just cause Luigi's scared, doesn't mean he doesn't have courage!!

I liked the backstory that they gave Peach! And also the movie directly confirming that Peach is human in canon since that has been a question for people for a long time. I loved to watch her bounce around and show off her moves. And i love that they confirmed she's the ideas person! If they ever make plans, Peach is the one to recognize what to do, how to do it, and when. She's a proper strategist. I wonder if her parents are still alive in the human realm? And since she's from Brooklyn (I'm assuming she is anyway and that the pipe in Brooklyn is the only pipe on Earth, but maybe not) I wonder if her parents would have seen her face in the paper? Stuff to think about

Mario and Luigi have more brothers??? Once the movie comes out on services I'll have to get a closer look at both them and their VA's in the credits. I'm interested to see the age gap between all of them, since it seems like Mario and Luigi are closest with each other and not anybody else, which leads me to believe they're the closest in age and therefore grew up together in a more literal sense than with their other brothers (I assume so cause my dad has like 8 siblings and he's closest with my uncle who's only one year younger than him. Sibling bonds strengthen when you go through those toddler years together)

Also the movie was just really fucking funny. The Bowser song?? (I'll swing back around to that) Donkey Kong was super funny. Bowser himself had a ton of great lines. The line that made me laugh the hardest was when Mario and Donkey Kong were in the belly of the beast and Donkey Kong laments that his dad thinks he's a failure, Mario repeats the sentiment about his own dad, and Donkey Kong goes "Oh yeah? well HE WAS RIGHT YOU SUCK" that shit had me rolling. Great set-up and bait-and-switch.

okay Bowser song? HOLY SHIT THAT WAS INCREDIBLE. IT WAS TOO SHORT. I WOULD WATCH A 5MINUTE EXTENDED MUSIC VIDEO OF THE SONG GIVE IT TO ME NOW!!! (Also i watched Pretty Woman within 24 hours of watching the Mario movie and the two piano scenes had me... thinking about things (bowuigi))

I like that they didn't directly set up for a sequel. Like there are elements in the movie that could easily set up for it. Like Bowser being small and only needing to be hit once to be made big again. Peach's potential parents in Brooklyn, a more Luigi-centric adventure that fleshes out his small but present issue with courage and bravery, the clear set up for Captain Toad and the Toad Brigade, the fact that there were multiple different areas they could have gone into in the pink cloud 'work between worlds' place. I doubt it, but it would be very nice

also the ending kind of threw me for a loop? Honestly with Mario taking the giant bullet bill towards the warp pipe I thought the story was going to be that he sent the bullet bill through and it destroyed their warp pipe back home. And then that would directly set up for a sequel to try and get back home and explain why they would choose not to stay in Brooklyn

Also, i'm not entirely sold on why Luigi would want to stay in the Mushroom Kingdom? Like yeah Mario chose to stay, but he got to frolic in fields, do training missions, and get with a princess. Luigi got captured immediately, beaten up and thrown around, then almost died in lava at the end. Where does he see the positives in staying in the Mushroom Kingdom? I don't believe Mario would have been entirely sold on staying either given Luigi being in peril there the whole time. For them to stay, it would have had to be a unanimous decision between the two of them that I couldn't really see them making? But i guess it doesn't really matter. They needed Mario and Luigi to stay in the Mushroom Kingdom for continuity, so i guess it's fine

Kamek was great. 10/10 best supportive dad. "Dress in drag to help my adopted son practice his date with the girl he has a crush on? Say no more. Get me a matching tiara."

okay i was surprised how much they directly talked about violence? Like i'm super used to children's media where they dance around the topic of death with different phrases. "She's gone. She was shattered. He was forgotten. He didn't make it." That sort of stuff. It especially threw me off when Bowser was screaming about killing Luigi and making Mario watch. Like, damn. Dude is sadistic. The line almost felt like something out of a fic? But honestly it worked to make Bowser seem like a villain that really shouldn't be messed with. I think Bowser is often seen as a bit of a goofy villain, especially in comparison to some of Nintendo's other villains like Ganondorf who are and were depicted as sinister from day one. But this movie? Bowser has guns. Bowser kills people. Bowser beats the ever-loving shit out of Mario the second he meets him. This Bowser is not a force to be reckoned with.

Also his line when he's beating up Mario "You ruined everything! I was FINALLY gonna be happy!" like yooooooo. That has Bowuigi potential fr fr. And it's also crazy that Bowuigi fans have been saying this for years? Like Bowser is a very lonely, touch-starved individual, even with having kids. Every Bowuigi fic i've read has this element in them. And this movie really confirmed that those theories are true and I love that

and i think that's it! Once it comes out on services i'll watch it again and probably have more points to give

#super mario bros movie #super mario movie #super mario movie spoilers #spoilers super mario movie #mario movie #spoilers

[respectthepetty]

Hello. This might seem like a silly question but it's on my mind. What's the deal with the whole "we're talking on a mobile but let's show the characters in the same room" thing. The first time I saw I think it was Gen Y with Mark and Kit even before the whole separation thing. Then it appeared in MSP. And now in A Boss and a babe. And I'm sure I've seen it somewhere else but I can't recall now. To be honest I don't know if I like it or I hate it but for some reason it's nagging at me that it seemed like it came out if nowhere. Again sorry if it's a silly thing .

Also, love your blog, love the color commentary and I too think it's all on purpose and meaningful.

Hiya, Anon! Thanks for the appreciation! Also, I've written this before, but let me repeat it here - There are no silly questions on Tumblr! People created an entire fake movie, and somehow the BL folks convinced others that KinnPorsche was the Thai remake of it.

Now to your not-a-silly question! First, let me list the shows from the past few years that I can remember doing what you are writing about:

I don't file this in my mind's storage room, so if I miss any, someone shout it out.

See You After Quarantine? - Sato x Bo Chun

Hello, Stranger - Mico x Xavier

Gen Y - Mark x Kit

Fish Upon the Sky - Mork x Pi

GAP - Sam x Mon

HIStory 5: Love in the Future - Hai Yi x Johnny

My School President - Tinn x Gun

A Boss & A Babe - Gun x Cher

Bed Friend - King x Uea

I'm going to make an educated guess.

Looking at the timeline, this didn't come out of nowhere, but came out of necessity - a pandemic!

Gameboys - Gav x Cairo

There was a two-year+ period where many of the globe couldn't touch their loved one. The only way to "see" some family was through calls, so I think directors are making a conscious choice to show people in the same space after many years of that not being a realistic possibility.

I'm sure this technique has been used before 2019, but I think it's more of a sentimental choice to reinforce the narrative - people want to be around their loved ones. Technology is great, but it doesn't replace the feel of people sharing the same space and after having to deal with that for the past few years, we want to see people sharing the same space even if they aren't.

I, personally, like it. In HIStory 5: Love in the Future, Hai Yi was in mandatory quarantine when he spoke to Johnny on the phone, and they had several scenes on the phone where they would appear in the same room, yet when Johnny finally saw Hai Yi in person, he was left in awe.

Both were instantly attracted to each other, and it was believable because even though they were just talking on the phone, we saw them interacting.

Another educated guess is these shows are telling us that meeting and talking through the use of technology doesn't dilute the connection between the two people, but makes it stronger. The physical aspect is pushed aside and the emotional connection is front-and-center. King in Bed Friend is showing Uea that he doesn't just want his body, but he wants his presence. Mork in Fish Upon the Sky wanted Pi to know that he had always valued him as a person regardless of how Pi felt about himself. In Hello Stranger, Xavier and Mico would have NEVER gotten to know each other the way they did without the help of technology. Who knows how @dribs-and-drabbles and I would interact in real life, but in these tags, I'm trying my damndest to get in an ethical non-monogamous situationship, and know that my mama didn't raise no quitter.

TLDR: Technology brings people together, and putting them in the same room reinforces that.

#Gameboys #Hello Stranger #See you after quarantine? #history 5: love in the future #bed friend #my school president #a boss and a babe #fish upon the sky #gen y the series #GAP the series #making connections with technology #sharing the same space even when they aren't #waiting for daddy to slide into my DMs but apparently I gotta make the first move

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Eleven

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the tv series. I'm changing some things to fit the fanfic story. Hope you like it!

So much time without remembering anything made your perception of what is real or not become strange. You slept with the man who killed you, almost died for the man you almost killed, and are being hunted by the clan you called family. You spend the whole way back to the Salvatore mansion thinking about it. You knock on the door waiting for someone to open it for you. You're ready to reveal that you finally know everything. Or almost so.

"Y/N, Stefan and Damon left to look for you an hour or so ago. Are you okay?" Elena is in front of me, relieved to see me. To think that she is almost a stranger. Even so she is happy to see you.

"Thanks for your concern, I just needed some time. The fresh air is good, right?" You speak softly trying to be gentle with her.

"Want to keep me company? I'm putting some of my stuff in Damon's room." This sentence pierces you like a sharp needle.

“Are you two…” You can’t get the word out that you want to say, maybe you’re in denial.

"We're giving each other a chance. I know it can't be easy knowing that knowing you and him had a past." Does she notice that talking about it casually doesn't it make it easier?

"The past is the past. I actually came to get my things. I'm going back to where I never should have left." You speak directly and then head towards the guest room where your things are. Some memories start to come back to you about how your history with the Salvatores was repeating itself. You came to kill one of them and ended up falling in love even without your memories. Before you get sentimental, you put everything you own back into the backpack you brought. Then you go towards the front door of the house, coming face to face with Stefan.

"Going somewhere?" Stefan asks curiously as he notices that you have all your things with you.

"My time as a guest here is up. It was good while it lasted but I think it's best to leave." You say, avoiding looking at him. You don't want to talk about your memories coming back so you think it's better not to mention anything about it.

"What's going on? Why this change all of a sudden?" He looks at you with that same sweet look you once fell in love with. But now when he approaches, you fear relive the pain of death. So when Stefan tried to touch you, you jumped back.

"It turns out I don't belong here, I don't want to be a nuisance. So I'm leaving." You say, passing with your things next to Stefan, towards the exit of the mansion.

"You remembered, didn't you?" Stefan asks holding the door as you are leaving.

"Stefan, I need to go. It's what's best for all of us." You say facing him, from a safe distance. As much as you want to get closer, you can't.

"It won't be the best for me. Being away from you would never be pleasant for me." Stefan says honestly, you feel a little nervous. As much as your heart wants to go to him, your mind doesn't allows.

"Live with it. You had a life before me and you'll have one after I'm not here." Being rude might help him get away from you. Right now you feel a little like Damon.

"I can't force you to stay but I need you to know that I want you here. With us." He speaks as if he silently accepts the fact that you also have a relationship with Damon.

"It wasn't our destiny to be together. Neither of us." You see Stefan get a little teary. So you drop your backpack on the floor and walk towards him. Your fingers wipe away his tears and you kiss him. A goodbye kiss. You know you won't see him again. So you kiss him with all your willpower. His arms hold your waist tightly, and you allow yourself to lose yourself in his arms. But the memory of him killing you came to your mind which made you push Stefan away.

"I'll miss you." Stefan says as soon as you walk away. You don't turn back, you move forward without even thinking twice. The path to the cabin is quick given the fact that you are a vampire now. But you didn't expect to get there and see Damon at the entrance.

"So you remembered everything?" Damon says as you approach, trying to enter the cabin without success.

"Get out of here, Damon. You should be with your girlfriend and not here." You speak aggressively, maybe it's jealousy or just a normal reaction to Damon's presence.

"I didn't think you'd come back. I thought it was better if you didn't remember things." He's trying to justify not telling me about my own history sooner.

"Fuck you. Fuck your lame excuse for hiding things from me. If you think me remembering something will make me like you again. You're confusing me with some doppelganger." He seems to have confirmed that you are back to being the same as before. His scoundrel smile is so familiar to you.

"I wish I could kiss you right now." He doesn't seem to take you seriously as he smiles.

"And ruin your chances with Elena? Never. You think you're a man above all else but you're nothing more than a boy who likes to have his whims fulfilled." You point your finger in the middle of Damon's chest. As if accusing him of something.

"If you think that about me, why did you fall in love with me? Why, even with no memory, did you come after me?" He approaches you, looking at you as if he was about to kiss you.

To be continued...

#tvd fanfiction #damon x reader #spotify #reader insert #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #stefan x reader #stefan salvatore fanfiction #stefan salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore #elena gilbert #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #matt donovan #tvd characters #hit the road #Spotify

[bryantspeed]

Season 2 Good Omens spoilers

Long rant incoming

Now that I’ve finished crying I wanna talk about the ending and some gut punch reactions I’ve already seen from other people. A repeated sentiment I’ve seen from Aziraphale and Crowley’s separation after the kiss is that “we don’t need more tragic queer endings” and that Our Flag Means Death and Good Omens suffer from straight writers writing queer love that fails in the end. And there are a few problems I have with those sentiments

The first being, BOTH GOOD OMENS AND OFMD AREN’T FINISHED? Like Neil Gaiman has stated in the past that he and Terry Pratchett envisioned 3 seasons in the TV adaptation of Good Omens, and we have definitely left off on a very interesting note for the third act to pick up from. This is the furthest thing from an ending as we can get.

Second, Season 2 of Good Omens very much shifted away from the idiot plot of Season 1 to truly make it a love story and emphasize that above all else. Hell, both Crowley and Aziraphale both point out romcom tropes that they find attractive and attempt to use them to make Maggie and Nina fall in love! Good Omens may be a self aware romcom, but it would be wrong to say it’s not still a romcom that subscribes to those tropes and utilizes them fully! We are ending the second act on a three act romantic story, and what typically happens then? The romantic leads, despite their mutual attraction and desire, split on ideological grounds and leave each other with regrets heavy on their lips (no matter how powerful a kiss is). Queer love stories do this too! Look at the movie “Bros”, they have this same 3 act structure, as does “But I’m a Cheerleader!” where we are screaming at Graham to please just run away with Megan but she is prioritizing her financial safety and family above her own desires.

Hell's sakes, look at the pinnacle of Romance, the brains behind the 1810 Clerkenwell diamond robbery, Jane Austen! Pride and Prejudice also follows this format where Elizabeth and Darcy are ideologically and emotionally split apart, and it is not until Darcy and Elizabeth grow and change for the better that they come back together in the most romantic scene to ever grace the world! "One word from you will silence me forever. [...] You have bewitched me body and soul". What I am trying to say is, Aziraphale going back to Heaven with Metatron is an extension of that common romance trope, splitting our star crossed demon and the too-trusting angel apart to prepare for the third and final act.

And ya know the funny thing that would have certainly happened even if they ended up together at the end of the second act? They would have been split apart very early into the third act. Stories are born of conflict, no story worth telling is one that culminates in "Nothing bad ever happened and we just watched our two lovebirds go on dates and explore each other's bodies for six hours!" Love stories thrive on setting up conflict, so that the romantic leads can fight and claw and work their way back to each other in a much more satisfying emotional climax than if the sloppy, rushed confession that Crowley gave Aziraphale had worked. Stories where the leads end up together in the middle of the story itself don't tend to end well for them (See Romeo and Juliet, "La La Land," "Titanic," et cetera). That is how you end up creating a romantic tragedy.

Third, while “We want queer stories that don’t end tragically” did have a place in film criticism at one time, and a time fairly recently, I feel that sticking to that now when there are a lot more stories that express queer joy and love (especially if you look beyond just major studios, support indie filmmakers, and support the SAG AFTRA and WGA strikes!!!) limits the kinds of stories we can tell. A genuine benefit of today is that there are a lot of queer stories that we can tell, and I’ve been lucky to read a lot of them. The freedom with which we can create stories about us is breathtaking. I've had the privilege to read many well written queer stories, but I've also had the strange privilege to read poorly written queer stories that I can't fathom how they made it past editing. There’s a fierce joy I carry knowing that there are a plethora of queer stories that I can read now, and that more are being created, good and bad.

My point is, there are so many queer stories to be told, and that are being told, so limiting queer media to “must end happily” is exactly that! Limiting! If we go in to every story with the foreknowledge of a happy ending, well frankly that’d be so boring! I want tragedies! I want fucked up characters not fully resolving their problems and being left in situations arguably worse than where they began!

And while I doubt that's the direction Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett wanted to take their supernatural love story, if Aziraphale and Crowley, despite all their struggles, are tragically separated because of metaphysical forces beyond our wildest imaginings, then that would be something new! It'd be interesting if done right! As painful it would be to not see Aziraphale and Crowley together gallivanting off to Alpha Centauri, I'd much rather see a story that has these sorts of stakes for both the characters and the audience!

Anyway, the reason for this rant is just to say that I'm excited for where Crowley and the new Supreme Archangel Aziraphale go in their final act, and by god will I impatiently wait and see.

PS: to those that I saw dismissing Good Omens' and OFMD's cliffhangers for coming from straight writers, Taika Waititi literally came out as queer, and Neil Gaiman had boycotts on Sandman in the 90's because of his queer characters, and his loving portrayal of Wanda, a trans woman that I will protect will all of my heart.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #ofmd #terry pratchett #neil gaiman #neil you've done it again but I can't keep going through this emotional turmoil #Aziraphale what the fuck #crowley my beloved #I have an English major and I'm not afraid to use it! #Metatron you bitch

[mehbzz]

A penguin proposal

Poly!Ghostface x F!Reader

Not exactly a coherent fic. These are more daydreams that I have been obsessing over and have fleshed out into different scenes!

18+ Dubcon, possessive toxic relationships, oral sex, blowjobs, mild choking. A soft Billy and a softish Stu.

Billy’s hand is buried in his pocket, fingers playing with the sharp edge of a broken seashell. It was dumb. Couldn’t really fathom why he had picked it up, a small misshapen seashell that had somehow caught his eye in the pile of gravel that made up his driveway, but he had. Picked it up and stared at it for longer than a broken shell should hold anyone’s attention, noticed a thin blue line along the broken edge that reminded him of the colour of Stu’s eyes and shoved it in his pocket. Where it had been for the past week. Dumb he repeats. Pathetic, weak his father’s voice echoes in the back of his head and his thumb presses a little harder into its jagged edge, his gaze flicking between the TV and you. You’re a distraction tonight, more than usual, the desire to touch making his fingers twitch restlessly. Your hair is a mess and you’re wearing one of Stu’s old t-shirts, the one that has a bleach stain down the middle and a hole along the neckline and you’ve never looked sexier. It makes his heart leap and his stomach flutter, the realisation that he’s going to say something horribly embarrassing forcing him to move.

"Here," Billy half whispers. He shoves his fist out towards you, knocking your hands and he curses internally as he pushes the shell in to your hand. For the amount of times he’s done this, gifted you random little objects, that you’d think he’d get a little smoother at doing it, but his stomach twists and his heart skips a beat every time. A part of him always expecting you to reject them, reject him.

"What-," you begin, but don't continue. You just stare at the broken shell, slowly twisting it through your fingers. He wants to say something, but it feels stupid, overly sentimental, embarrassing, and his tongue twists and refuses to move.

"Thank you." Your hand closes around the shell as you look up at him again.

You don't have to keep it. It was,-" He trails off. He’s not sure what it was.

“No way! I love it,” you look back down at the shell. Random gifts or candy appearing in your pockets or even pushed clumsily into your hand like this had become an oddly frequent occurrence from Billy. After the first painfully awkward time you had learnt to just accept them for what they were, as some sort of self-conscious affectionate gesture. “You're like a penguin you know.”

The confused look he gives you is adorable, like he can’t decide whether that’s an insult or not. “The things you give me. Penguins do that.” “You don’t have to keep them.” His voice is sharp, a little more aggressive than he wanted as his father’s voice gets louder in the back of his head. “I do, I love them, I’m just saying,” The sudden uncertainty on his face makes your heart clench, but you try to ignore it. He doesn’t like it when you notice, so you drop your voice to a whisper as you opt for teasing him instead. “It’s a like a mating thing.”

“Well-,” He shrugs, his entire body relaxing at your gentle teasing. “I do want to mate with you so-,” He ends his sentence with a poor imitation of a bird squawking, his grin widening as you laugh. 

“That is absolutely not what any bird sounds like.”  

“No? You’ve not been hanging out with the right birds.”

You giggle again; his almost silly sense of humour always takes you off guard.

“Shhh, if you two are finished being sickeningly romantic over there, this is one of my favourite scenes.” Stu says. He’d shifted to the large comfy seat in the corner of the room after you and Billy had spent the majority of the beginning of the movie messing around and whispering to each other, slipping in a few heated kisses here and there that had Stu glancing at the two of you in annoyance. Though you think his annoyance is mainly a façade with the way he's slouched on the chair with one hand lazily cupping his cock. It's a lethargic form of arousal that seems to be intertwined between the three of you. A ‘yes I'd really like to fuck right now but I'm too relaxed to do so’ type of mood.

“You’ve said that about 10 times over,” You glance at the screen and roll your eyes as you slip the shell into your jean pocket, leaning into Billy’s side as he loops an arm round your shoulders. “Tits alone do not make a great movie you know.”

He doesn’t reply and you wonder briefly if he is genuinely annoyed with you both but it is a terrible movie, one you’ve not been following, seems to involve not much more than a group of scantily dressed girls getting murdered a slumber party. It’s a little boring if you’re honest.

“Why are the killers in these movies always so dumb?” You roll your eyes at the scene, only half listening to the dialogue as the killer stands over his victim. “Jesus, just kill her already.”

“Dumb?” Billy sounds a little surprised as he looks at you. “Dumb how?”

“Just like that,” you say, gesturing at the TV. “Monologuing. He wants her dead so just kill her, stop showing off.” Insulting movies or picking plot holes was a risky business; it could genuinely rile them up if you weren’t careful. The time you had started picking apart Suspira is etched into your memory, Billy had given you the silent treatment for almost three days after that but sometimes it was too fun to resist.

“They’re not showing off. It’s like one final blow you know? To know it’s your fault, to know your past actions lead to this moment, your death.”

“Hmm, so they are explaining why?” You glance at Billy but he’s not looking at you, your thoughts racing as you debate whether or not to give into the temptation to wind him up. “You know that sounds awfully like having a motive,” You can’t help but push it, amusement strong as you notice Su has finally turned his attention fully to the two of you. “I thought you didn’t believe in motives.”

“It’s not a motive. It’s a statement, a message. Go through all that trouble and your victim never knows why she’s suffering?” He shrugs, seemingly nonchalant but the edge in his voice lets you know he’s getting riled up. “They need to know.”

“She’ll be dead, she won’t remember your carefully thought out motive, but fine, they’re making a statement,” You say the word mockingly, sticking your tongue out at him. His lips twitch but he doesn’t say anything.  “But their ego always fucks them over, it’s always their downfall.” You sit up, pulling away from Billy in your sudden burst of energy. “What we need is some villain rules. Randy gets his survivor rules so there should be the same for the killers.” “Oh I like it,” Stu sits up, his eyes bright as he fixes his attention on you. “So what exactly are your rules for mass slaughter bunny?”

“Uh well-,” You flounder for a second, not really having thought this through. “Ok Number one,” you change the tone of your voice, trying to impersonate Randy and Billy makes a surprised choked noise of amusement. “No monologuing.”

Billy sighs but you ignore him. “Number two, uh-,” You pause. “I guess same rules for victims could apply to killers’ right? So never assume they're dead. Always shoot them in the head or… some other overly gory fashion.” You trail off lamely.

“That’s it?” Stu looks disappointed and you feel a little defensive.

“You put me on the spot!” You huff. “So sorry I don’t have a plan for mass murder all ready to go.”

“I guess it’s a start.” He trails off. “You ever wonder what it'd be like?” Stu asks, he sounds excited, gaze back on the screen as the next poor victim tries pointlessly to escape her fate. “Wear a badass mask and chase some hot half naked chick through the woods?”

“No,” You snort in amusement. “No, but I’ve-.” You cut yourself off, trying to stop the embarrassed thought before it escapes your mouth.

“You’ve what?”

“Nothing.”

“You’ve what?” Billy repeats, shifting closer until he’s crowding into your space, eyes dark and pupils blown as he holds your gaze.

You swallow hard, a movement he tracks, the way his eyes trace down your throat makes you shiver.

“Just what it'd be like to be in a movie like that,” it’s not enough of an explanation, you know from the way Billy’s eyebrows raise and his head tilts slightly. “Sort of. Like um being chased?” You trail off, your face heating almost unbearably under the weight of Billy’s stare and Stu's silence.

“I'm just saying it's a hot idea,” You shrink further into the corner of the sofa, oblivious to the ecstatic look Stu gives Billy over your shoulder. “Adrenaline and fear can make you horny you know, not that I want to be chased by Michael Myers or anything, just the whole chase thing-, it’s just a hot thought.” You’re rambling, not able to get your point across as you gesture randomly, almost smacking Billy in the face and he grabs your hand linking your fingers together. “Now I’m done over sharing, you tell me one of yours.” 

“You like being chased?” He sounds very amused and you shrug and avoid making eye contact, spilling your kinks was not how you had planned the night going.

“You want to know one of mine?” Billy’s gaze bores into you, as he shifts closer, cornering you against the arm of the sofa. You feel his fingertips dance up your arm, following the movement with his eyes. Then his palm presses gently over your throat, cupping but not applying any real pressure and your breath catches in your chest. “Bill-,”

"Shhh..." his thumb curled up over your chin to press against your mouth. "You know I would never hurt you right?" His question ended as a low whisper against your ear and you forced yourself to take a breath; reminding yourself that you did trust him.

“Yes.” You whispered and you heard a soft grunt from Stu behind you. He is unusually quiet, you can hear his rough uneven breathing but you can’t tear yourself away from Billy’s gaze to see what he’s doing.

"You have no idea what you do to me," Billy breathes out, a flurry of kisses brushing lightly over your lips. "No idea the things I want to do to you." He curls his fingers around your neck and squeezes.

“Wait-,” you choke out the word as your flow of air constricts and you feel his thumb nail scratch slightly against the side of your throat. The sudden feeling of helplessness comes in an overwhelming rush and your fingers reach up to clutch his wrist as you try to say his name.

His kiss cut you off, a hard sharp press of his lips that makes the feeling of suffocation worse. You could still breathe, you could, but you were panicking against his refusal to pull back.

You gasped in a breath as he released you, swallowing nervously and breath heavy as you try to calm your heart. He stares at you for a few seconds, seemingly lost in thought before he blinks.

"Sorry," he whispered, fingers gentle against your cheek as he brushes away a stray tear. He doesn’t look sorry, he looks positively enamoured.

You shook your head. "It's-" You cleared your throat, still feeling a little breathless. "It's ok-,"

"You asked." His hand is still resting on your shoulder, thumb brushing absentmindedly over the hollow of your throat. “Thought you’d like it.”

“I, uh, yeah, just surprised me-,” You feel disorientated, the slow glide of his thumb making you feel a little on edge. “Didn’t realise you were into that.” You want to pull back, give yourself some space but you’re not sure how he’d react.

“Maybe don’t ask Stu what he’s into if that was too much,” Billy smiles at Stu’s indignant hey and you return it with a slightly shaky smile of your own. “Real freak that one.”

“Aww did my bunny miss me?” Stu opens his front door with a flourish and far too much energy for 9 o’clock in the morning.

“Yeah, kinda,” You admit it easily, and his grin widens. He looks genuinely happy and your heart flutters. “Brought breakfast.” You hold the pastry bag up in front of you and he takes a step back, opening the door wide to let you in.

“Missed you too.” He slaps your ass as you walk past and you give him a half hearted glare over your shoulder.

The house is quiet and the kitchen unusually spotless as you place the bag on the counter. “Home alone?”

“Yeah. I’m home alone,” Arms looping around your waist as he pushes his chest to your back, hooking his chin over your shoulder to rub his cheek against yours. “All alone and defenceless.”

He hummed as he kissed down the side of your neck, the gentleness of his touch made you shudder, sending a shiver of electricity down your spine until you rocked your hips back against him, surprised to feel him already half hard against you.

“Was thinking about you all last night,” he murmured, sliding his hands to your hips, encouraging you to continue moving. “And this morning. Now here you are, answer to my prayers.”

You scoff but relax back against him and he gives a soft sound of approval as he nuzzles into your neck. “Suck me off?”

“What?” You choke at the question, his hands lingering around your thighs. The groping was not unexpected, the question was. “Way to ruin the mood. No.”

“Aw babe c’mon morning wood hurts.” He rocks against your ass, his fingers sliding round your hips to dip into the waistband of your jeans, just as you hear movement from upstairs.

“You said you were home alone!” You hiss, you push backwards, hands on the edge of the counter for leverage as you shove him away from you, turning to face him with a glare.

“Nah, Tay’s here.”

You pull away with a torrent of swears but he grabs you, pulling you back into a needy kiss. You usually have more self restraint than this but you don't seem able to stop this morning, you arch into him and he groans, tongue swiping into your mouth eagerly.

The guilt was getting less and less each time. 

“We need to stop,” You’re breathless, knowing you should stop but unable to stop chasing his lips. “She’s here, its- it’s inappropriate.”

His manhandling was annoying but sometimes, usually at the most inconvenient times, like now, it made arousal pool hot low in your gut. The way he forces you backwards against the kitchen counter causing a sharp tug in your abdomen and making your hips rock forward slightly before you could stop them. He notices too if the smug little grin is anything to go by, his hand tightening on your upper arm as he pulls you closer.

You should pull back, but the arousal blooms, your cunt clenching hard around nothing. 

“Stu.”

The hand in your hair slides over your neck to push lightly down against your shoulder. It’s a hint, a very unsubtle one and you respond by digging your nails into his stomach, just under his belly button and he hisses, hips bucking against your hand.

“Still a no? Disappointing. How about…” He leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “You let me eat you out?” He avoids your kiss, making you whine. “Right here, on the kitchen table.”

You whimper, nodding but he abruptly let's you go. “You’re right bunny, it’s inappropriate.” The grin he gives you is evil, and he steps out of your reach as you try to draw him back in, grasping your wrist and tugging you towards the front door. “You should go.”

“You are an asshole, why’d you even invite me in?” There’s some real bite to your insult as you let him pull you along, which has him glancing back at you. He’s not wrong but you’re essentially being kicked out and it hurts.

“Don’t be mad,” His hands slides down to squeeze your ass as he opens the door, giving you a gentle push forward. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’d better.”

“Would it make you feel better to know I was imagining you wh-,”

“Ok bye.” You shove him backwards pulling the front door closed and cutting off whatever gross thing he was about to say. You can hear him laughing, and you flip him off over your shoulder even though he can’t see you, fighting the urge to smile as you walk away. He’s becoming a bad influence on you.

“Who was that?”

Stu jumps slightly, turning away from the doorway to watch Billy walk into the kitchen behind him. His hair wet, yawning as he rubs a sleepy hand over his face and looking far too adorable that Stu's cock twitches and his heart swells with a rush of affection he tries to ignore. “No one. Just mail.”

Billy eyes the bag on the counter with a raised eyebrow. “Mailman brought you breakfast?”

“It’s a little early for playing Detective dude,” Stu groans, hooking his fingers into Billy’s belt to tug him closer. “Fine. it was Tatum. Told her I was busy, family stuff.”

“Tatum brought you breakfast?” Billy asks. The doubt is written all over his face but Stu’s only response is to grin, fisting his hands in the back of Billy’s t-shirt and trying to tug him impossibly closer. Their teeth click together when Stu slides a hand into Billy’s hair, grunting softly as he licks his way into Billy’s mouth.

“Fuck-,” Billy pulls back from the kiss, lips red and swollen. “The fucks got into you this morning?”

“Nothing yet, hopefully in a minute though...”

“Jesus.” Billy sighs, exasperated even as he lets Stu pull his hand to cup his obvious erection.

 “Bill, come on,” Stu pleads, a whining note slipping into his voice. “I’m dying here. Been thinking about your lazy ass all morning.”

Billy thinks about it, thinks about pushing him away but relents, quicker than he wanted to but something about Stu being all needy and begging was hard to resist. Slowly dropping to his knees as he pulls Stu’s jeans down with him and savouring the look of surprise across Stu’s face. Stu hisses as his cock bob free, and Billy can’t do much beyond stare for a few seconds. He looks painfully hard, tip already red and leaking; that it makes Billy genuinely wonder what had riled him up so much.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to do something about it?” Stu huffs, twisting his fingers harshly in Billy’s hair.

Billy smirks before he takes Stu’s cock into his mouth, Stu’s nails scratching over his scalp as his tongue curls around him. The half whimpered groan it earns him shoots straight to his cock, making it press uncomfortably against the zipper of his pants.

Taking a moment just to feel the weight of Stu on his tongue, Billy closes his eyes and revels in the sensation before he bobs his head slowly, taking more of him into his mouth.

“C’mon man, open that throat,” Stu’s impatient voice is accompanied by another soft yank at his hair. “Need to get off before my balls explode.” With a deep breath through his nose, Billy relaxes as he sinks forward until he can feel the head of Stu’s cock in his throat and his nose is buried in coarse hair.

“Shit yeah,” Stu murmurs softly as Billy blinks in an effort to hold back the tears threatening to spill. “Take it so good don’t you?”

Stu scratches his nails over his scalp as Billy fights to breathe around the thick length of cock rocking down his throat. He’s choking, fighting back the urge to gag violently but Stu doesn’t relent as he holds Billy in place by his hair. “Our little bunny would do this for you, you know.”

The mention of you has his cock twitching hard in his jeans, groaning around the cock in his mouth as he presses the heel of his hand between his legs, trying to relieve some of the pressure but otherwise stays still, stays still until his lungs are burning for air and his head starts to fill with soft static.

“You’re too soft with her. treat 'em mean keep 'em keen,” Stu grins, waiting until Billy taps his thigh before letting him pull back, keeping one hand loosely in his hair and watching idly as Billy retches and coughs, a mix of drool and precum running down his chin. “She likes being bossed around. She lets me do whatever I want.”

Billy glares but keeps quiet and Stu grins. “Ok after some persuasion she lets me do whatever I want.”

“Open up.” It’s an impatient order, and Billy opens his mouth slowly, torn between obeying and playing the brat. He can tell Stu knows what he’s thinking because the grip in his hair turns painful as Stu’s cock strokes over his tongue and back down his throat until Billy gags again.

“Breathe through your nose. Relax.” Stu’s voice is strained as he tries to stop himself from just fucking down Billy’s throat. It’s hot seeing him struggle, but he really doesn’t want to hurt him. At least not so early in the morning.

“I saw it, when you had your hand around her throat. You want to fuck her up just like I do,” Stu’s panting hard, “You need to-, shit move your tongue man, f-fuck that’s it-, Just take what you want from her.”

Stu ignored Billy’s grunted protests as he pushed him down even further, all the way down until his nose brushed the wiry hair at the base of Stu’s cock. “Relax slut, you can take it.”

That earned him an unhappy noise as Billy gagged, nails digging into Stu’s thighs. It couldn’t have been more than couple of seconds before Stu let him pull back but it felt a lot longer. He glared, but Stu just grinned as he continued to lazily thrust into his mouth.

“Don’t like being my slut? You make a good one-, Shit m’close dude,” Stu groans as he yanked Billy back down by the hair. Making him retch around Stu’s cock, his hands on his thighs do nothing to slow him down, a sour mix of drool and bile running down his chin, so he squeezes his eyes shut, focusing entirely on not vomiting. It was too much, his throat contracting as the need to breathe tightened and burned, panic starting to build so much that he whimpered, a tiny desperate sound that had Stu thrusting forward hard, cumming down his throat with a loud gasp of your name, something that Billy can’t decide if he’s insulted by or turned on by. . Stu’s hand rests on the top of his head, holding him loosely in place while he gently grinds through his high. When Stu finally slips out, Billy can't help but retch and splutter, hacking up the bitter and salty taste of Stu’s cum and the sour acrid taste of his own bile as he tries to catch his breath, slumping forward as he props himself up on his hands.

“Shit man you ok?” Stu crouches down in front of him, his breathing still ragged. His face a mixture of curious disgust as he wipes a thumb over the wet mess on Billy’s chin. “Got a little carried away.”

“Yeah,” Billy croaks, his voice is rough and his throat already feels sore. “Yeah.” His brain is feeling a little fried and he only feels capable of repeating that one word.

“Sure you’re alright?” Stu asks, standing up and Billy distantly hears the zip of his fly closing. “Bill?”

He is alright, but can’t seem to make his mouth work. He can feel the tacky wetness of the mix of fluids drying on his chin and mouth, there’s also wetness in his pants that he’s only just noticing. Did he cum? He doesn’t remember and he doesn’t care, the low static buzz of his brain making it hard to think.

“C’mon man, come back to me.” Stu extends his hand and Billy takes it gratefully. Stu’s hand is warm and calloused and his heart skips a beat when Stu pulls him in for a surprisingly soft kiss. A kiss that ends with a sharp bite to his bottom lip, making him jolt back out of Stu’s hold, the adrenaline surge making it feel like he’d just be zapped back into awareness.

“The fuck was that for?”

“There he is,” Stu grins, hands tightening on Billy’s hips to stop him from pulling away completely. “You good?”

Stu pulls him gently into another kiss at his nod.  “Return the favour?” Stu mumbles against his mouth, hand already trying to slip between Billy’s legs, but he shakes his head. He feels good. Relaxed and almost sleepy in a way that makes him realise he hadn’t noticed how tense he’d been feeling. He definitely needs to shower again.

“Didn't think sloppy seconds were your thing.”

You grimace in disgust as you turn to look at Stu. “What?”

“You and Casey.”

You turn away, putting your attention back on the popcorn display you’re trying to create. You’re not in the mood for his games today, you’re having to work overtime to cover staff shortages and you’re tired out all ready. “What are you on about?”

“You looked awfully cosy.”

“Are you for real? I work here. It’s my job.”

He shrugs. “She was never that great in the sack, her gag refl-,”

“You're a pig.” You hiss over your shoulder, you don’t want to get involved in whatever odd misplaced jealousy this was.

He continues undeterred by your obvious disinterest. “And she's not into girls. Tried that but she wouldn’t play.”

“Again, you’re a pig. Go bother Randy or something.” You glance around, suddenly aware that your other shadow has yet to materialise. “Where’s Billy?”

“Around.” He sidles up beside you, propping his elbow up on the shelf, knocking your carefully placed boxes as he does so, much to your annoyance. 

“Fuck off Stu.”

His grin falls and you stand there in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds as he regards you. He blinks. “Aw babe c’mon I'm only joking.”

“It's not funny, it’s gross. You don't have to be a dick about her just because she broke up with you.”

“I broke up with her,” the emphasis on the words is not lost on you but you ignore it and he continues. “Wanted to get my cock sucked by someone who could handle it.” His grin returns as you give him another look of disgust. “That's you baby. Tatum is enthusiastic but you...” He crowds in to your space, one arm looping behind you to cage you in. “The sounds you make when-,”

“You're such a fucking asshole. Back off, people will see.” You smack his chest and he steps back with a wounded sound.

 “I'm playing. No need to get violent.”

“You’re being disgusting. Is this because I wouldn’t suck you off this morning? Or are you actually jealous? Worried?” His brow twitches in a split second of frown and you sigh. “Seriously? Has she's got some embarrassing gossip about you that you don't want me to know about?”

His words and behaviour are making you uncomfortable but the way his smile falters ever so slightly and his shoulders tense makes you realise one or even both of those possibilities was true, although Billy’s appearance at your side stops you from pushing it further.

It’s awkwardly quiet as Billy glances between you and Stu, an open box of milkduds in his hand.”What’s up?”

“Nothing. Stu’s being gross.” At the same time Stu says - “She was flirting.”

You give him a glare. “I was not. Besides I thought she wasn't into girls,” You ignore Billy’s offer of candy. “Or maybe she is now? Maybe you put her off men all together.”

Stu’s eyes narrow, but before he can respond Billy speaks up, twisting in front of you so he blocks you from Stu’s angry stare. “Flirting?”

Of course that’s what he focuses on and the little pang of hurt stings but you still feel the need to defend yourself. “I was doing my job Bill. ‘Where’s this, over there’. Nothing more.”

“Hey hey, I believe you,” He offers you the milkduds again, holding one up to your lips. It feels a little patronising but you relent, letting him push the little chocolate ball into your mouth. “Leslie’s been getting too much attention recently.”

“Fuck you dude,” Stu huffs, looking a little hurt as he gives Billy a nudge to step out of his way, his momentary flash of anger obviously gone. “I was just protecting what's ours, you know?” He flexes and you and Billy both roll your eyes, turning away from him at the same time.

“Adorable,” Stu gasps, bringing a hand up to his mouth as his eyes widen. “So in sync. Like soulmates.”

Billy gives an exasperated sigh but you see the way his cheeks have gone slightly pink. 

“Both of you go away. I have to work.” You don’t want to deal with either of them anymore, your patience running thin with Stu’s attitude.

“Hey, don’t be like that,” Billy has a sharp edge to his voice and you fight the urge to snap back. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Sorry, I just-,” You take a deep breath. “I am trying to work here.”

“Yeah,” He throws another milkdud into his mouth as he looks at you. It’s unnerving, his eyes dark and sharp, like he’s examining you, trying to see what you’re thinking. “We did come here to get something,” Billy shoves the half empty milkdud box into your hands and you accept it without question. “True Romance?”

Stu perks up at this, his melancholy expression turning into a wide grin. “I know I'm pretty, but I ain't as pretty as a couple of titties!”

Whatever accent he’s trying to pull off makes you cringe and even Billy flinches. “Christ Stu not so loud!” You hiss as you point Billy towards the front of the store. It’s just after lunch, so pretty quiet but you still don’t want the attention.

Stu ignores you, looping his arms around Billy’s waist, doesn’t seem to notice the way he tenses under the public affection. “Need my Slater fix. The things I would do to hi-,” He cuts off with a grunt as Billy elbows him in the stomach.

“Forgetting where you are dumbass.”

The wounded look flitters over Stu’s face again before it disappears behind a slightly strained grin. “The two of you are no fun.”

They wander off together, Stu gesturing and muttering something to Billy as they go. Something you can’t hear but whatever it is Billy look unimpressed, looking over his shoulder to give you a small wave as they disappear towards the front of the store.

It’s no more than 5 minutes before Stu reappears, a looming presence over your shoulder.

“What?” You're on guard, defensive, ready for him to insult or ridicule you again. He glances behind him, shoulders tense as he shifts closer to you.

“I'm-,”

You raise both eyebrows as you wait for him to continue. “Wanna hang out tonight? Just me and you? Billy's got something with his dad so-,” Stu shrugs.

“No.”

He winces, hurt flashing across his face. “Sure? I’d make it fun,” He clears his throat, not looking at you as he reaches behind you to straighten the display you’ve been working on. “Date night. Just you and me. We can do whatever you want.”

You don’t answer, his sudden meek behaviour so unlike him that you’re completely thrown on how to respond. He finally looks at you, there’s still definite hurt in his eyes, his lips almost in a pout as he stares. He looks so much like Billy in that moment that it throws you off for a second.

“Fine,” You regret it as soon as you say it, his wounded puppy look disappearing instantly replaced with a wide toothy grin. “But I get to choose exactly what we do.”

“Anything.” He nods, shooting you finger guns as he starts to back away. “Mine at 8.”

You watch him silently as he leaves, seemingly too pleased with himself and you turn away from the air kiss he sends your way.

Stu’s hands had started to wander before you’d even made it to his front door. Fingers digging into your hips as he tried to grind against you and walk at the same time, making the walk down his driveway take way longer than it should have. He was all over you the second you walked through his front door, his arms looping around your waist as you tried to shut it closed behind you.

“Stu, what if someone’s home?” you laughed against his lips, barely able to get the words out between his kisses, the taste of beer strong on his tongue.

“No one’s home,” never once pulling away from your lips, tongue swiping clumsily into your mouth. “Never are.”

There’s an oddly vulnerable tone to his words but his teeth nipping sharply at your bottom lip distracts you. “Ow gentle!” You grunt when your back hits the wall and he pins you against it, one of his thighs pushing between your legs.

“Gentle, gentle, can do that.” He dipped his head towards your throat, his kisses turning sloppy and uncoordinated. Despite his soft words and attempts at being gentle there’s an underlying roughness. His fingers press too hard into your arm and your hip before awkwardly stroking softly over your skin. Like he's trying to act soft and tender without understanding how it works, fingers yanking at the hem of the dress he asked you to wear with clumsy force.

“You’re too drunk for this,” You giggle at his incoherent grumbling against your skin, the amount of saliva and drool across your neck and ear feeling gross despite your amusement. “Let’s go to bed.”

“No,” he mutters, rubbing his thigh against you with a hard friction that has you whimpering against him. “Want you.”

You thread your fingers up into his hair, your hips rocking down against his thigh of their own accord. He catches your leg easily under the knee with his hand, encouraging you to hook it around his thigh as his free hand fumbles clumsily with his belt buckle. After a short frustrating moment where he grinds clumsily between your legs, he curses, shifting his weight as he pushes his hand between your legs, pushing your panties to the side and finally nudges his cock against the slick wet heat between your legs, pushing himself inside you before pulling back his hips and snapping them forward once more.

You bite your lip hard to stop a cry from escaping, hands gripping his hips in an effort to stop him moving. “Fuck slow Stu, slow-,”

“Shit,” he mutters into the crook of your neck, body pressed flush against you, hips rutting against yours in a rough uncoordinated rush to reach his orgasm.

“Slow down a little,” You wince; you’re definitely going to regret this later, the alcohol in your system only just taking the edge off the pain now. “Can you-, Stu,”

It’s a pained whimper of his name as he curves his hips into you on a  particularly harsh thrust but it coaxes a loud moan from him, his hips faltering before he resumes his pace. “So needy. I’m right here bunny,” nuzzling into your neck, to focused on rutting into you and chasing his own high than the pained lilt to your voice. “What you want?”

“Touch me.” You bite the words out, desperate for a little pleasure to go along with the pain.

“I, uh-," he stutters, seemingly unable to process your words for a moment, focused too much on the way your body squeezes and flutters around his cock. “Right, yeah.”

His hand leaves your hip to slide between your bodies; he’s clumsy, and distracted, unable to stop grinding his hips as his thumb presses against your clit but doesn’t move any further. It’s frustrating and you end up reaching down, causing him to grumble and swear at you as his pace falters and you slip your fingers over his in an effort to get him moving.

“Yeah I got you, I got you, gonna cum for me?” He mumbles against your neck as he works the rough pad of his thumb against you but he loses interest quickly, hand leaving you to grip your hip again with small grunt.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” He groans and shivers, hips stuttering then stilling as he cums with a low moan, collapsing his weight against you, his panting muffled into your neck.

You’re hot and sweaty, almost claustrophobic as his weight crushes you against the wall. You’re disappointed but not surprised at his lack of interest in your pleasure and you stay quiet, both of you trying to catch your breath before he finally speaks up.

“Bed.” he pulls away abruptly, making you hiss at the rough withdrawal and the feeling of cum dripping down your thigh. He mumbles something you can’t make out, grasping your wrist tightly as he pulls you towards the stairs.

“Can't sleep?”

Stu’s voice startles you. He’d passed out almost immediately when you’d reached his room, face down and almost starfished across his bed, leaving you to half-heartedly wipe up the mess between your legs and throw on one of his t-shirts before collapsing next to him. He looks pretty awake now though, and you feel a little envious at his ability to seemingly recover so quickly when you still feel a little tipsy.

“What's up?” His voice is soft, quiet, a little hesitancy in it.

You don’t know, not really. Over tired maybe. Its 3am but your mind won’t stay quiet enough for you to fall asleep. The mild sugar rush from the fact you’d found 2 twizzlers in your jacket pocket and had eaten one and a half of them already probably not helping.  “Tired,” He opens his mouth to reply but you cut him off. “Why do you cover her face?”

“What?”

You nod towards the poster on his wall and he shrugs.

“Don’t need to see it’s face do I? All the important bits are right there.”

“It’s?”

“Hers.” He grins at your incredulous look.

“Who is she?”

“Dunno.”

“Actress? What’s she been in?”

He shrugs again and you fall silent. He’s always name dropping the guys he has crushes on, but a name for a female celeb is rare, although now you think about it any information beyond how hot their tits or legs are is rare. You look away from the poster feeling a little uncomfortable. It makes you uneasy and you abruptly change the subject. “You think Billy is OK with his dad?”

“Probably not.”

Jesus. Not the reassurance you were looking for. You twirl the half eaten red vine through your fingers, you don’t know when Billy snuck them into your jacket pocket but you’re glad he did, the beer leaving hunger and the craving for sugar nipping at your stomach.

“His mom used to do it.”

“What?” You look up from the sweet in your hand.

“Hide candy in his pockets and stuff when he was younger,” He snatches the red vine out of your hand, throwing it into his mouth and grimacing as he chews. “He has seriously crappy taste in candy though. Always has.”

“Really? That’s actually kind of sweet.” You don’t remember that but then again Billy had always been so possessive over his candy when he was younger.

“You sound surprised.”

“I never thought she was that nice to be honest.”

You know the instant that the words come out of your mouth that you’ve made a mistake. Stu goes still next to you and you tense. Fuck. You hadn't meant to say that out loud. 

“I mean she was nice, she just always seemed pretty controlling you know?” Stu is still quiet and panic makes your heart skip a beat. “What do I know? Hardly had the best relationship with my own, forget I said anything.”

Stu lets out a long breath. “You say that and he hears you he'll kill you bunny.” 

“A sleep addled thought. Nothing more,” Stu doesn't say anything and you imagine the whole relationship collapsing around you. “Please don't tell him.”

Stu is watching you closely, his gaze flicking over your face like he’s looking for something. “He went through a candycorn phase once.” He shudders in disgust, speaking up just as your anxiety was starting to morph into a genuine panic. “Really glad that's over. Although your taste isn’t that much better.”

“What’s wrong with my taste??” You take the out gratefully, changing the subject eagerly, but there’s a nagging feeling that he’s offended on Billy’s behalf, the calculating gaze making it feel like he’s storing the insult away to use over you in the future.

“Everything. I know exactly what you’re into and babe,” He shakes his head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Rude.” You feel surprised but happy that he knows these things about you, or at least is pretending too. “You know my favourite movie?” It's a challenge. A half-hearted one, but a challenge none the less and he accepts.

“Course I do,” He looks offended. “It’s that really really dull one with-,”

“Hey!” You stop the insult falling from his lips with a harsh poke to his ribs. “You dare, you dare insult that masterpiece and I'll make Billy buy you candy corn for the rest of your life.”

“Wouldn't dream of it. It's a good movie, a great movie even.” He rolls his eyes and you giggle.

“I know a lot about you bunny, you’re my girl.” It’s cheesy sentiment but you think he means it from the way he’s refusing to look you in the eye, a sentiment he immediately ruins. “I know you’ve got a kinky thing for being chased,” He cackles as your face heats but he lets it go. “And your taste in music is as shitty as Billy’s taste in candy.”

“Just because I don’t listen to Gangsta’s Paradise on repeat doesn’t mean my music taste is terrible.” You frown but you’re not offended, not really. This was kind of fun, this quiet almost normal atmosphere while hanging out with Stu was rare and you didn’t want to ruin it.

He returns your frown, although his looks genuine and you laugh again.

“I know how much you love my tongue,” he sticks it out, curling the tip and you're body reacts instinctively. Heat stabbing between your legs and the smug look he gives you as you not so subtly try to squeeze your thighs together gives you a fresh wave of embarrassment. He winds you up way to easily.

“Asshole.”

The grin he gives you is evil, his eyebrow quirking in that way you’ve learnt means he’s going to say something either perverted or deliberately stupid. “Yeah, I’d l-,”

“No!” You slap your hand over his mouth, stopping whatever filthy comment he was about to sprout. “Don’t.”

You feel his grin against your palm as he shifts his weight, pushing you backwards until he’s looming over you, kneeling between your legs. “Don’t.” You repeat and he nods, mumbling something against your palm. “What?” You lower your hand, letting it rest on his chin in case you need to silence him again.

“I said can I eat you out now?”

Oh. Your brain shuts down for a brief second. You hate it when he does this, blindsiding you with something filthy. He enjoys seeing you fluster and squirm, enjoys it way too much for your liking.

“Well?” He raises an eyebrow at your silence, slowly moving down your body, resting his chin on your stomach as he looks up at you. He’s waiting for you to say yes, to ask him for it and it fuels something bratty in you.

"What are you waiting for?" You demanded, cunt aching for attention just at the sight of him kneeling there between your legs.

 “Don’t get bossy bunny,” Stu mumbles against your stomach. “Don’t like being told what to do.”

Liar you think but you don’t say it out loud and he sighs, pushing the t-shirt up over your hips and pressing a sucking kiss to your hipbone, leaving a trail of kisses down your skin as he shifts to lie between your legs.

“Look at you,” He runs a finger gently over the folds of your cunt, making you flinch. “Messy girl.”

It took you a second to realise what his words meant, your face twisting in mild disgust as you did. You try to push him away, suddenly feeling self-conscious but he bats your hand away, digging his fingers into your thighs.

“I’m still dripping from you bunny,” his fingers still slowly stroking you. “That’s so hot.”

 “Fuck,” you whispered, your head falling back against the mattress. You shouldn’t be surprised with how raptured he sounds, not with how eager he always is to eat you out after Billy has filled you up but you are. Torn between being slightly grossed out and very turned on. “Please, Stu.”

There was no rush, no hurry to the motion, but he lowers his head, the slow lick of his tongue up the line of your cunt drawing a broken moan from your throat.

“Can taste myself fuck bunny,” he moaned eagerly, hips rutting forward against the mattress. “Gonna make me cum.”

 “Stu,” you choked out, “don’t tease.”

He licked his lips, almost zoning out as he ground his cock against the bed.

“Stu.” If he got himself off again without you, you were going to kill him.

“Yeah,” he moaned openly before beginning to work his tongue over you, lapping and sucking eagerly at your cunt, tongue dipping inside you and his nose grinding against your clit in a way that sent a rush of pleasure flooding through your body, your back arching as you threw your head back on a loud cry.

 “Shit,” you gasped out. He grunted, the mattress creaking as he fucked himself against it, the fact he was so worked up from going down on you adding to your own pleasure.

 “More,” A whimper of his name leaving you as you closed your thighs around his head, pulling on his hair and forcing him to bury his face against your cunt, your hips almost grind against his face in an attempt to pull him where you need him most. You expect him to pull back, to deny you until you submit him but he lets out a sharp, startled moan, his hips thrusting forward suddenly against the bed, as he gasped out your name. He just came, you know it from his little hiccupping whine and the way his movements go almost lethargic and you think for one horror filled second that he's going to stop but instead he catches your clit clumsily between his lips, and sucks hard.

“Stu,” your orgasm was a forced rush of pleasure that washed over you like a wave, a loud cry tearing free from your throat. He keeps going, teasing you with his tongue until your thighs are shaking and you are desperately trying to shove him away.

“Fuck,” you gasped out, skin slick with sweat and your chest heaving. He chuckled down between your legs as you slowly came down. “God.”

“Yes?” He sounded smug and you finally let your head fall back onto the pillow, your eyes dropping closed as you tried to catch your breath, flinching when his tongue swiped over you again.

“I love the way you taste.” he murmured as he finally lifted his head, brushing a kiss against your thigh.

You hum in response, too tired to speak. He kissed his way up over your stomach and breathing out a contented groan when he nuzzles into your breast. Your fingers comb through his hair and he lets his eyes close, tongue flattening over your nipple, mouth suckling gently, his teeth nip at you and make you hiss but you don’t try to push him away and he relaxes, flopping down next to you with a contented sigh.

“We need to clean up,” You’re wet and sticky and he is definitely in the same situation but you let him pull you against his chest, cradling you gently against him and an arm lazily draped around your waist.  “Nap first.”

You don’t argue with him. The heaviness of your eyes and the warmth of him around you quickly dragging you down into a deep slumber, so quickly you’re not sure if the soft gentle kiss on your temple was real or dream.

#billy loomis #stu macher #poly!ghostface #scream 1996 #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader

[number5theboy]

I'm curious if you read the Collider interview with Aidan re: S3. If you already have, I'd be curious to hear your thoughts. He had some interesting insights on his feelings about the character and process that I thought you'd appreciate. Also his "I just like yelling as Five" response is perfect.

https://collider.com/the-umbrella-academy-season-3-aidan-gallagher-interview-finale/

Oh, this is very interesting, thank you for pointing it out to me!

some quick-fire thoughts

between his agony over doing the Floss three years ago and having to do the Footloose stuff this season, I feel like choreographed dancing is not up the kid's alley at all

him emphasising that Viktor's storyline should feel warm overall is a very nice sentiment, and one I think the show translated rather well

"I especially like that moment where it’s just Klaus and Five talking about life as brothers, and then ending on this beautiful, uncomfortable moment where they’re just trying to love each other. Klaus has an easier time accepting it and just saying nice things, but Five is not quite there yet, even though he feels it internally." love this quote

I genuinely find it fascinating that there was so much thought behind 'okay. how the fuck would this character end up doing karaoke.'

I'm not surprised that he enjoyed shooting the bunker scene the most. I have many thoughts about the writing for that scene, but it is undoubtedly the one where they gave him as an actor the most to work with (or like. one of two scenes this season.), he had to juggle a lot of complicated emotions there and I thought his acting all throughout was really top notch

"I just like yelling as Five." you know what? as a gifmaker who has giffed Five yelling quite a lot, he is super fun to gif when he is yelling because he is all over the place in a good way, it's great

"It may mean that he becomes more clever and resourceful, if he’s stripped of his power, which is his main compensation for being in his younger self." I repeat myself, but like. He knows his character so well. Someone let the writers in on this.

I am fascinated by his thoughts on where Five might potentially go in a potential Season 4, because I 100% agree with them. I have many thoughts on how some comic elements could easily translated into a Season 4, and I think his sentiment that Five is probably not the kind of guy to easily settle into this new no powers reality is pretty spot on.

All in all, really interesting read, but what really gets me is him saying that the Delores scene being in Italian really helped him, that it made it more romantic, which is genuinely an adorable sentiment.

#nevermind that i watched the whole delores scene thinking i was having a stroke because everything was suddenly in italian #but like if anyone cares the kiddo's italian pronounciation is genuinely really decent for an american #Replies #lonesheep #tua s3 spoilers

[elbiotipo]

One scene that I haven't seen discussed here yet is the one where Tom and Mattson talk. There's a lot of toxic masculinity and misoginy at play in Succession, and the recurring theme of Tom feeling increasingly unsure of his status as a man, or more correctly, his status as a powerful, patriarchal man, one who has His Wife and His Kids and His Job and His Expensive Stuff and not because he truly loves those things, those people (though I do believe he genuinely loves Shiv, in the show's usual twisted way), but because he deserves it because he's a Man.

And his relationship with Shiv, while beyond fucked up, still counts as a relationship. Both are important to each other. Both still come back to each other (even if, again, in a tremedously toxic way) and now are bonded by a child. In a way, Shiv is still "his wife" and yes, Tom is still "her husband". Even if they are well into separation, they are still bonded to each other, and in a (I feel like I'm repeating myself here, incrediby twisted way) they still love each other. They do owe things to each other (and that's why the ending for Shiv is so uncomfortable indeed)

So, when Matsson tells him, point blank, "I want to fuck Shiv" and he barely reacts... God. You could write an entire paper on that scene. Because Shiv is yes, still his wife, both in the patriarchal sense but also in the sentimental sense, in the sense of a person he loves, who is now being treated like a bargaining chip, a crowbar in a business negotiation. By any measure, the response should range from "buddy, that's my wife you're talking about" to outright punching him in the face. In fact, the latter was what I was expected, to Tom to rise up and kick his ass. He not only didn't, but he just laughed it off as "we're both men". Which again, you could write a whole analysis on that line alone.

Of course Matsson doesn't actually want to fuck Shiv (or maybe he does, I don't know, I'm barely dipping my toes on the whole psychosexual thing), he's just testing Tom, because he wants a guy who would let him fuck his wife (as far as Mattson is concerned, they're still married). The perfect puppet. And he found it. In the most disguistingly patriarchal and misoginist way, he found his perfect puppet.

Of course it's not surprise that Tom later takes out his frustration by attacking Greg, or "claims" Shiv as his "queen" (there's quite a medieval feel to it, the succession of the kingdom can only pass through the male line...) But it's all ineffectual, no matter if he now feels on the top of the world, he's still an empty suit who can and will be disposed by Mattson if he chooses, because that's exactly what he told him. Tom has failed as a great man, the one the patriarchal system expects of him, but he also has failed (it's his defining characteristic in fact) as being his own man, and more importantly of all, he has failed at being a good man, as in not only a man, but a good person. A good person who stands by those he loves, who uses his skills for doing good things. And thus, here he is now. Since he is not a person anymore, he's just the perfect puppet.

There's literal books one could write about how patriarchy manifests itself in Succession, but that scene alone gives lots to think.

#and if you think I'm gonna tag this with 'this is why I love Tom' I won't. I hate him. I can't stand him as a character. #but he does give you plenty to think about #succession #succession spoilers #cosas mias

[haleigh-sloth]

On Mirio, and that thing he said:

Hori does this weird thing where he gives me reasons to bring up old topics I’ve rambled about in the past. I’ve literally written damn essays about the LOV and their issues as a group, and this chapter—though the moment itself was short—gave us a significant moment that brings up the League as a group.

Also side note before I get started—I’m basically indifferent to Mirio, but the sentiment behind his statement….genuinely makes me like him more.

I’ve talked about this before how the LOV and 1A foil each other, and gone on and on and on about how the LOV are all extremely tunnel visioned, but I’m gonna talk about it again because Mirio said what he said.

I’m not here to compare the two groups and say who is better yadda yadda—I personally feel the LOV are written and fleshed out ten times better than 1A, others feel the opposite, but that’s not the point of this post.

My thesis lol: The LOV are a strong group of people who all trust each other (sometimes to a fault!), 1A is a strong group of people who also trust each other. But one of these groups (1A) exposes the weaknesses/downfalls of the other (LOV).

The League is a broken group. While it may have seemed like they were on their shit and had it all figured out together as a unit after MVA and right before Jaku, I think the first war and then this entire final war literally from the get go up to now, are exposing that this wasn’t the case.

I mean let’s start with what the story is showing us—

The war starts and the League all got split up immediately. Now I know this could be viewed as a bad thing for them because “Oh no! They’re separated!” But ehhh—evidence tells us so far that, had they not been separated, well, their situation would still just be…awful lol. So them being separated is a good thing—not to the characters of course, but it’s good to the narrative.

So—the League is separated and they’re all going down their own destructive paths. And that’s what this was all gonna lead to—destruction and misery, and for some (one) of them, death.

The argument that they’d be happy as long as they got to destroy everything and still stick together…well that’s not really supported by anything we’ve seen so far—as they all have different “goals”, different wants and needs. None of which destruction was ever truly going to satisfy, for any of them. But we also know that they all do take each other into account, to some extent, when contemplating those goals. And like…Touya and Shouto’s encounter is a good testament to the necessity behind separating them for this war. And Toga’s and Shigaraki’s and even Spinner’s seems like it will bolster this as well. Eventually.

So now I’m gonna bring it back to this chapter and Mirio’s accusation of Shigaraki not having any friends.

WE know that’s not true, right? Shigaraki also knows that’s not true. So why does it strike a nerve—a nerve deep enough to somewhat shake TomuAFO’s consciousness and give Tomura the upper hand, even if only for a brief moment?

Well—it’s because of what Mirio said. “If you’d had friends, then you’d understand that there are things you can’t destroy.”

Now look, Mirio is a protagonist, and the framing of this scene indicates that you’re supposed to agree with what Mirio is saying.

So given that, we KNOW that, yes, Shigaraki has friends. So why is he still trying to destroy everything? Shigaraki contradicts himself, and in a way without knowing (because he knows nothing about Shigaraki)—Mirio is calling him out on it.

I said it here already but I’ll repeat it again—

Destroying everything means destroying even the things you might want to preserve. Destroying everything in order to get rid of the bad, also means destroying the good, the good that you cherish.

That’s what Mirio is saying. If Shigaraki had friends, then he’d understand that you can’t destroy everything, because naturally you want to preserve the things you cherish. So in Mirio’s eyes, Shigaraki has nothing to cherish.

So now that I’ve fleshed that out—I’m gonna get to my main point:

The LOV are friends. They care about each other, they trust each other. They’ve grown attached to each other’s company.

So why destroy everything? Well, this is where the LOV fall short as friends to each other. They don’t know anything about each other. They are all traumatized, they all have tunnel vision, and they all are angry and hurt, and reaching for answers no matter the cost. Compress even said it himself—they didn’t bother digging into each others’ pasts. But that’s exactly why they all don’t know what each other really wants and really needs. They all have individual mindsets right now—and none of those mindsets are supportive of each other. (Talked about there). And those individual mindsets have landed them in their current predicaments.

Because you know what? For all Shigaraki knows, what happened with Twice could have happened with Toga, Touya, or Spinner by now in this war. And he wouldn’t know. Touya was pretty much on his way to dying, after all. And Mirio saying this to Shigaraki is a wake up call that this destruction they are seeking led to this.

But there’s more to it than that. Shigaraki’s friends—again—all have different things they need and want. If he destroys everything, he destroys the things they need and want. He said he leaves room for his comrades’ wishes—but the reality is that within all that destruction he is seeking—the Todorokis, Ochacko, Tsuyu, and Midoriya would all have been caught up in that. In other words, any chance they all had at being saved, which the League wants deep down, would have been destroyed.

The thing about those people I listed is that those are the people who will (or already have, in Touya’s case) bring light to the darkness surrounding the LOV. They haven’t had the chance yet to do that, but Shigaraki’s (and the League’s) destruction would take away that opportunity entirely. And the League would stay broken, never healing.

That’s why Mirio’s statement is so important here. It calls him out on something important—if you have friends, then how can you truly destroy everything?

I brought up 1A at the beginning because they boost my point a little bit. The kids, as we’ve seen, are more open with each other. That was the entire point of the Stain arc, of the Kamino arc (Deku letting Kirishima be the one to reach out because he’s seen Bakugo and him), the retrieving Deku chapters, of the apology, and of the chapter where the kid trio spilled their true intentions and feelings with the villains. We see Bakugo’s internal growth toward his classmates after seeing the support they are all capable of lending each other. We DON’T see that same type of internal insight with the League. We see that they care, but the follow up on that has not landed them in any good situation—so far. It’s a flaw, and I think as a group they’ll overcome it closer toward the end, after they’ve gotten their heads cleared, after they can break out of their tunnel vision and see things clearer. After they’re all saved.

But yeah—Mirio’s statement builds off of a lot of League development and Mirio himself doesn’t even realize the weight behind his words lol.

This ended up longer than I wanted but it was necessary to get my point across lol.

#oh my god I’m sorry it’s so long #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #bnha 360 #bnha meta #mirio togata #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #todoroki touya #toga himiko #bnha league of villains #bnha lov #mha meta #my hero academia

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hi! missy for the character asks? :)

Of course, but after putting threegado together it's only fair to also combine twissy for @lukifisk 😀

1: sexuality headcanon - after answering this question a couple of times, I think it is safe to say TL are what humans would call pansexual in the sense that their preferences aren't very directional (let's face it this is the most evolutionarily rational direction to take in a reproductive organs shifting species (the Master is generally Doctorsexual tho)) - what does differ across regenerations is libido level, as in how likely they are to get horny (and in the Doctor's case that usually increases when the Master's around); so in this context we have a fascinating set where Twelve is pretty much an ace while Missy is permanently horny - luckily, Twelve is not a sex averse asexual, and willing to perform for a romantic partner, so we probably have something of a pythonic scene of Missy (and let's be fair, Clara and River too) passionately riding and confessing most ardent affection for that old man while he tries to follow Neptunian equivalent of Kama Sutra (getting himself acquaintanced with it in the process)

2: otp - each other, of course; just let them have their much postponed French riviera honeymoon BBC

3: brotp - I mean. apart from the Doctor Missy interacted with an afterlife Zuckerberg, Clara, Nardole, passingly with some UNIT members and Bill, and her own past. that's not much to choose from. so I'll go with Clara, just because this is also what I go with for Twelve (also consider two characters who know the most about the Doctor; Rose and Sarah Jane having a giggle would be nothing condiered to what these two'd get up to): romantic elements I fully acknowledge aside, I think it must have been really refreshing for the Doctor to have a companion that was so much like them; and weird assumptions about straight corellation between age and skin collagen levels aside, his truthfulness with her was very powerful

4: notp - I don't really have one for Twelve, just because his asexuality is so obvious that I'd assume if he's shipped with someone there's a good reason for it? for Missy, the male presenting Masters all being horny for her specifically, yeah selfcest is a good metaphor for narcissism inherent in this character which is what I keep repeating to myself about season 10 finale, but when Masterful (which I LOVE srsly the Doctor could only dream of having such a good 50th birthday celebration) doubled down on it I just thought honey your attempts at heterosexuality are about as convincing as those sybil breasts slapped by Michelangelo on what's clearly boy models

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - I remember it well from Gigi is their song and Bill plays it on her smartphone each time they interact, BBC just muted it for copyright reasons

6: favorite line from this character - for Twelve, Human progress isn't measured by industry. It's measured by the value you place on a life. An unimportant life. A life without privilege. The boy who died on the river, that boy's value is your value. That's what defines an age. That's what defines a species. - wow. just wow. this is such growth from the Time Lord Victorious who'd evaluate individual life from it's Historic importance and the face that almost annihilated a civilization (for the second time!) for one person, also extratextually excellent way to measure the level of civilizational progress; for Missy Your version of good is not absolute. It's vain, arrogant and sentimental. If you're waiting for me to become all that, I'm going to be here for a long time yet. somewhat contradictory to the sentiment of the Twelve quote? yeah maybe but this marks the last time as of season 13 the Master represented a philosophy contradictory to the Doctor's (or, for that matter, anything more than a snivelling canine of a chorus to how awesome the Doctor is) that, despite the text denying it much right, has a respectable place in human ethics: deontology versus pragmatism, yes gimme the Doctor Master dialectic heading for recognition that nothing is simple anytime

7: one way in which I relate to this character - Twelve is... pretty much the Doctor I identify with the most? yeah man be this intellect before emotion bitch that shows how those two are nowhere near contradictory (trying to derive ethics from thinking and keeping contradictory or inconclusive evidence to yourself for the same reasons you don't tell people there's going to be a financial crisis: they will storm the banks and a crisis will in fact occur; they pound that into your brain in every Polish sociology class) and will raise hell if you cannot move heaven for the people you care for (just don't cut out people you haven't yet formed to your liking from the caring part); for Missy, I too aspire to express all my moods through piano and would have Peter Capaldi grab my boob within 2 minutes from meeting him not even for sex reasons just to see him flustered 🙃

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - for Twelve, informing newly met people Clark Kent is Superman: I get that it makes sense for plot development reasons, but man you don't just say these things! also consistently insulting John Simm's pretty squishy round catface while he's getting an obvious libido rise from the other's proximity; for Missy, not caring for her hairstyle while in prison, wtf gurl, demand an avocado and banana based hair mask in addition to the LHC and pony!!

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? - look there's a lot I like about Moffat's writing, just as there's a lot I dislike about it, but putting the Doctor slightly further down the problematic fave side than the Master (while keeping them mostly in character) deserves proper appreciation; they're both on the problematic fave side of the spectrum though

#thank you this was fun! #sorry for the littlest bit of salt couldn't help myself what with all recent occasions to harp about how excellent a symphony tensimm is #twelth doctor #missy #the doctor #the master #doctor who #twissy