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i. am so upset i can’t sleep
#a video of someone abusing a cat showed up on my tiktok fyp#and it scared/shocked me so bad i froze and saw the whole thing#i’m too scared to open tiktok ever again#seeing things like this by accident has happened to me so many times#it makes me want to never use the internet ever again#i wish i had had the strength to think for a second and report the tiktok#but i closed the app as quickly as i could when i unfroze and almost threw my phone across the room#i’m already really not doing well mentally#i will never unsee that shit i want to throw up#animal abuse mention#txt
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Hate sex with Jake sully?
Yes please ;)))
pairing: Jake Sully x fem!na’vi!reader
cw: smut, rough sex, hair pulling, biting, p in v, really it gets so rough they’re literally fighting, some mentions of blood, bit of a breeding kink, use of the word bitch in a derogatory sense, choking
tag: @nin3kyuu
Teaching Jake Sully the way of the People was aggravating. He’s thick headed, cocky, and it feels as if he listens to you only half of the time. He’ll mumble under his breath when you scold him, saying words that he knows you won’t understand, but the snide tone makes it clear that he’s cursing. If your Tsahík had not decided to tie you to the sky demon, then you would’ve happily let him stumble through the forest by himself. Maybe Eywa would’ve let him die after all after seeing his foolishness.
Jake’s feet stomp into the mossy forest floor as he runs, his arms swinging beside him. He’s not doing as you taught him. He’s running like a sky person, uncontrolled and unseeing, without a care of what sound he makes or the tracks he leaves behind.
“Ftang nga!” Stop that! You hiss but he ignores you, his brow creasing as he focuses on going as fast as he can. “Oìss!”
You ponder for a moment if you parents would truly be mad if you let the sky demon run himself to his death, the steep cliff ahead so far unnoticed by him. A snarl leaves you, knowing that you cannot let it happen. You had to follow Eywa’s will even if you didn’t like it.
“Stop!” you shout again, this time jumping onto Jake.
It makes him fall and the two of you roll over the ground, grimacing as you feel a rock tear the skin on your arm. It’s not long before you come to a sudden stop.
Jake has ended up on top of you and once the shock wears off he stares at you in anger. “Why the fuck did you do that?!”
“You don’t see!” you hiss in his face.
He returns the gesture, his face inching closer to yours. He thinks he can intimidate you? He’s nothing more than a dreamwalker, a being using the flesh of your people. With a sharp thrust of your knee into his stomach you force him off of you, Jake gasping for air as you jump up.
“Look!” you shout angrily and point towards where the forest floor ends. The sky is filled with mist, making it hard to see the giant drop ahead.
His face is filled with irritation as he scrambles up, one hand holding his sore stomach. When he walks closer to the edge, he finally sees it. If he would’ve kept running for about two minutes more he would’ve gone flying.
“Shit.”
You prowl back over to him, hard gaze taking in his barely scratched up form. “Yes, shit.”
It’s not fair that you are the one bleeding because of his foolishness. You sit down on a nearby tree trunk to inspect your wound, your ears pinned back in anger. It’s shallow, the rock barely having pierced your skin. With a bit of salve from the Tsahík there will be no mark left.
“I’m sorry, okay,” Jake says, slowly creeping closer.
The look on his face is apologetic, yet you feel it is not completely sincere.
“Sorry?” Your big eyes narrow at him. “You run around like a child!”
His lips press into a thin line as he squats down, rubbing a hand over his hair. It is clear he wants to say something, but is reluctant to do so. You were injured because of him, but still you could be a real bitch.
“You could’ve just told me,” he says finally, almost under his breath.
Told him?! He had been training with you for almost two months now.
You hiss again. “Do you think someone holds our hand while we hunt? You need to learn to-“
“See!” Jake snaps before you can finish your sentence. “Yeah, I know, you say it all of the fucking time.”
You inhale deeply. Never had you met such an infuriating man before. His jaw tenses as he watches you, tail swishing across the ground behind him. And confident, oh so confident. It is as Mo’at said; you cannot teach someone who’s cup is already full.
“You are impossible,” you say as you throw your hands up. “Will never learn.”
He turns his head away from you with an annoyed sound, choosing to rather stare off into the forest than look at you.
“Nì'ul kame tskxe,” A rock sees more. You hiss quietly.
His ears perk up and even more irritation flashes over his face at not knowing what you are saying. “Yeah? Well maybe they should assign me someone else. Someone who isn’t a bitch.”
Bitch. He had used that word before, but you do not know what it means. The last time he had said it was when you had slapped his head when attempting to teach him your language, groaning it between gritted teeth.
“What is bee-aaich?” you attempt. You know he is insulting you, but you want to know exactly how.
A smirk pulls at his lips as he glances your way. Oh, he really shouldn’t tell you. It’s clear from your tense body and pinned ears that not much will be needed to further fuel your anger. He should keep it to himself like he had done before, but today he’s feeling particularly petty.
“It’s what humans call female dogs, a type of animal we have. Sort of like those Viperwolf things,” he explains but you frown.
“A nantang?”
He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”
You shake your head and lean back on your tree trunk. “I don’t understand. Is it not insult?”
Jake has another chance to wiggle out of it, but will he be wise enough to take it? He looks at you, your head cocked to the side as you await his answer.
He chuckles to himself. “It’s… hard to explain. Do you know when a creature goes into heat and it’s just yapping, growling and scooting all over the place? It’s acting like a bitch.”
Your cheeks flare up and you shake your head more firmly this time, angry eyes piercing into him. Though you still do not completely understand it, his explanation gave you enough ground to be offended. You would never go into heat over a male like him, nor act like it.
You jump up from your spot. “Heat? You are no man!”
“No, that’s not what I meant-“ he starts but stops as he sees how you are staring down at him.
You seem to mean your words, looking at him with a mixture of disgust and anger.
He stands up, ever so slightly towering over you as he approaches. You don’t budge, standing your ground till his chest is almost pressing against yours.
“No man, huh?” he questions.
You bare your teeth at him. “No man. Your mind and body are weak. No woman would have you.”
Jake had swallowed a lot of shit from you in the last few months. Pretty much every day you scolded him, slapped him, clearly thinking of him as less than. He could see your hate for him in your eyes, and the fiery feeling started growing within him as well. This was the last match to send that fire roaring, the last kick to his manhood that he could take.
His nostrils flare as he studies your face. “Is that right?”
The small twitch at the corner of your lip does not go unnoticed by him, a borderline smug look forming on your face.
“Yes.”
The sky demon closes his eyes for just a second as he exhales deeply. Before you can say another word he has grabbed you by your beaded top, making you gasp out in shock.
“How about I show you?”
Your heart pounds in your ears at his words and you attempt to get his hand away from you. It won’t budge, and as he hauls you even closer you can hear some of the threading of your top ripping.
“You will break it!” you hiss.
He only grabs it tighter, beads popping out between his fingers and falling to the ground. His gaze travels from your face to your chest, clearly able to see your nipples poke through your top. “Who cares? I don’t get why you even wear it in the first place. Everybody can see your tits anyway.”
You spit in his face and he flinches, his grip on you slightly wavering. It’s enough to allow you to pull yourself loose, your top tearing to pieces in the process. If there’s one thing Jake hadn’t expected you to do, it was spit on him, and he wipes his face off with his hand. The growl he lets out makes your resolve waver, his fury so clear.
As soon as you decide to run, he’s on you, pulling you back by the braid that encases your queque. You cry out in pain as you scramble to scratch his hands away, but soon he has pulled you back into his body.
“Good kitty,” he mocks as he holds you against his chest, his own heart beating fast and hard.
One hand holds you by the braid as the other grabs onto your hip, forcing your ass back against his crotch. A mewl leaves your lips as he grinds into you, your body instantly responding despite your protesting mind. It senses Jake’s potential as a mate, the natural instinct to reproduce overruling all.
“Like I said, a bitch,” he chuckles into your ear.
The evidence of his growing arousal presses against your ass every time he bucks into you. He may not like you, but fuck did you always look hot in those tiny tops and loincloths the Na’vi wear. It left little up to the imagination, and he had spent many moments alone stroking his cock at the memory of it.
Confident that you’ll continue grinding on him, he moves his hand from your hip to fondle your breasts. He squeezes the soft flesh harshly in his hands, rolling your hard nipples between his fingers.
You try to find your own anger again, growling in between the rapid pants that leave your lips. It seems that Jake wants to fuck you like a Na’vi, his hand so tightly wrapped around your braid. The ache between your legs urges you to fulfill his request, but you won’t make it easy on him. He’ll be getting the full experience.
Suddenly, you force your head down and to the side, biting into his wrist. He curses out in pain as your teeth lock around him, tears rolling down your own cheeks from your queque harshly being pulled at.
“Fuck! Shit!” he lets go of your braid to force your jaw open. You are locked onto him like a fucking pitbull, his fingers prying at your cheeks.
When you finally let go he stumbles back, staring at you in disbelief. The faintest hint of blood stains your lips and you carelessly wipe it off, a self satisfied grin forming on your face. You didn’t draw a lot of blood really, just enough to scare him.
Taking advantage of his shock, you jump onto Jake and tackle him to the ground. He grunts in pain as you straddle him and lick a long stripe from his collarbone up to his chin. He tastes like desire, fury and fear, the mixture so potent that it makes you groan low in your throat.
He does not know how to react, watching you as your face pulls back from his neck. Your pupils are dilated with desire, your tail stroking almost teasingly past his legs. The fighting had clearly gotten you going.
It’s only when you move lower down his body, fingers fumbling with his loincloth, that he springs to action.
“Oh no, you are not getting near that,” Jake says and pushes your head further away from his crotch.
You hiss, baring your teeth at him as you push back against his hand in protest.
The sight makes him grimace. “Yeah, exactly for that reason. Need a fucking muzzle for you, shit.”
You are displeased by his response. Never had you noticed how good he smelled before today. Maybe it was because of your sudden desire, but you wanted to seek out the source, and he was not allowing you.
You open your mouth, fully intending to chomp down on his thigh in revenge, but he grabs onto your braid and yanks you back before you get the chance.
Jake pulls you upwards by your hair, making it so that you are straddling his clothed cock again. You growl your protests but after all that biting he isn’t listening. His hand comes down hard across your cheek, making that side of your face tingle and your mouth close up.
“Shut up,” he hisses at you, shaking you by your hair.
A wave of arousal washes over your body at his rough treatment. This is how many of you mated, fighting for dominance till the woman was stuffed full of seed. You had not expected Jake to have it in him, but perhaps you had been wrong.
He sits up slightly to bring his mouth to your breasts, sucking and biting at your hardened nipples. You allow him to do so for a bit, moaning at his touch. A yelp leaves you when he bites down harder on one of your nipples. His amber eyes shoot up to look at you, taking in your pleasured face as his tongue flicks out to lick at the now sore bud. You looked so beautiful like this.
“Is that all you have, Jake Sooly?”
But god does he wish you would shut up.
Jake turns his attention to his next target, this time biting your nipple harder till you start squirming and trying to push him away. Your chest rises and falls rapidly against his face as he laps at your breast afterwards, admiring the slight shades of purple that your nipples have blossomed into.
Your hand finds his braid and you tug at it, making him groan lowly against your flesh. He feels how sensitive it is now, any pulling quickly turning painful, and so he does it to you some more. You hiss at him like an angry cat as he continues his assault on your nipples, biting and sucking till you cry out in protest.
Your core throbs as he pulls away from your chest. His eyes are glazed over with lust and a smug smile adorns his face. But once again, he’s getting too cocky, wrongly assuming that you’ll just sit prettily while he basks in the moment.
“Repxìsu does it better,” you purr meanly, snapping your teeth at Jake’s arm and making him let go in reflex. You roll yourself off of him and turn your back to him, wishing for it to appear as if you got bored.
Repxìsu? Jake grits his teeth. That lean shit that always hangs around you at the village. Yeah, Jake remembers him.
In a flash, Jake is on you, pressing down on your back till you are on hands and knees for him. Content with his reaction, you turn your head to look back, but are shocked to find him moving in on your shoulder. He bites down on it harshly, unable to control his own strength yet. You cry out in pain underneath him but don’t move. It feels so good. You can feel your wetness start to drip down your thighs as he holds you down, his large body staying put on top of you.
His fangs finally leave your skin, thin smears of blood staining it.
“Does that Repxí cunt do that to you, huh?” Jake questions and you shake your head wildly.
His hand finds the base of your tail, grabbing onto it harshly as he starts tearing off both of your loincloths. You can hear the fabric ripping, Jake far too impatient to properly take them off. Your tail coils around his arm like a vice, your ass pressing into his now bare crotch eagerly. His thick cock slides past your cunt, sending a shiver down your spine.
“What happened to ‘no female will want me’?” he asks, a smirk playing at his lips as his fingers seek out your dripping core.
He prods at your entrance before quickly sliding two fingers into it, groaning at your wetness.
You glance back at him with sharp eyes. “I do not want you,” you look him over with an unimpressed look. “I just want your cock.”
His smirk drops and he curls his fingers up into your cunt, stroking your insides at a hard pace. Unbelievable. He is convinced that no matter what he does you’ll always disapprove of it. He could be taking a shit and you would still tell him he’s doing it wrong.
You cooed underneath him, eager to take more of his fingers inside of you as if you had not just insulted him. Why did he even want your approval? You are insufferable, your only redeeming quality being your body.
“Fuck,” Jake curses angrily as he spreads his fingers, the slick walls of your cunt easily giving way. “Why am I even preparing you? Slut like you don't need it.”
After a few more harsh strokes from his fingers, he pulls them out of you and presses your body further down into the grass. He leans in over you, licking past the shell of your ear as he tugs on your tail.
“Tell me you want me to breed you.” A confident high fills him at the thought of you saying those words.
You scoff at him, tongue flicking past your bottom lip as you glance back at him. Your cunt clenches around nothing in a silent yes, but you’d never admit that. “Is that what you need to hear to feel like a man, Sooly?”
He grinds his teeth together as a darker shade flushes over his cheeks in humiliation. With a growl, he wastes no more time and lines himself up with your slick entrance, instantly thrusting his full length into you when it gives way. Your nails dig into the grass beneath you as you cry out at the overwhelming feeling of being filled. Great mother, why was a being this stupid blessed with such an amazing cock?
Jake’s body presses down on top of yours as he starts thrusting into you wildly, harsh slaps of skin against skin resounding throughout the forest. Never had he imagined that you would feel this good. Your wet cunt sucks him in so deliciously, spurring him on to take you harder. Finally you are no longer insulting him either, slutty moans falling from your lips as you let him fuck you as he pleases.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he purrs and bites down into your shoulder once again, his cock twitching inside you as he marks you. “Good little bitch.”
His fangs biting and scraping against your skin makes your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. Everyone would see that you had let him take you, a thought that should fill you with disgust and shame but in the moment you did not care. He had won this.
Jake pulls you back on his cock by your tail at every thrust, enjoying the way you start to hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure at his bruising grip. His pace is relentless, fucking into you like it’s his last day alive.
“Fucking say it,” he groans as he feels his cock hitting against your cervix, your body writhing underneath him. “Say you want me to breed you.”
Your attempt at a scoff turns into a pathetic whine as the walls of your cunt clench around him. His strokes are hitting so deep, so good. It feels like your brain is turning to mush.
“Say it!” Jake commands and frees his hand from your tail only to bring it down onto your ass in a hard slap.
You scream out underneath him, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. To let him do it is one thing, but to say it out loud? You shake your head weakly. That would be too much to give to that cocky asshole.
When another hard slap against your ass still doesn’t cause you to relent, he decides to try another approach. His hand snakes around to your front so he can grip onto your throat, feeling your breath hitch underneath his fingers when he squeezes down.
Your cunt clamps down around his length as you gasp, your hands ripping out the grass underneath you.
“Shit,” Jake groans as he feels his thrusts starting to falter, the feeling over your walls squeezing his cock becoming too much.
He hisses into your ear as he chokes you, making you whimper in a pathetic display of submission. “Say it.”
The tears that had gathered in your eyes fall down as it becomes harder to breathe. It causes an odd sensation inside of you, and you let out a silent scream as your body rushes towards your orgasm.
“Breed me!” you choke out. “Do it you vonvä!”
A sick satisfaction washes over Jake at your words. God, he knows you would just fucking hate it if he actually knocked you up. You would be horrified to carry his child, and though he wouldn’t exactly be thrilled either, in the moment having your full submission gives him the last push over the edge.
His hand around your throat squeezes tighter as he fucks into you a few more times, groaning when his release shoots into you. You desperately try to thrust yourself back against him as he cums, wanting to find your own peek as well.
He watches with a smirk as you try so hard, lewd squelching sounds coming from your used pussy as his cum seeps out past his cock. It’s pathetic, and he releases your throat to instead flick his impatient fingers over your clit.
You cry out as Jake gives you the last push you needed, the walls of your cunt fluttering around him as you cum. A breathless chuckle leaves him as he feels the way you suck in not only him, but also his spend. At this rate you really might get yourself knocked up, but it seems you do not care.
A rare silence falls as both of you pant, neither moving to pull away from each other. You let your tired arms give in and fall into the grass. Wiya, you hate to admit it but that was the best fuck you’ve had in a long time, your pussy still throbbing.
Perhaps you had finally found something Jake Sully was good at.
#jake sully x reader#smut#jake sully smut#avatar#avatar x reader#atwow#atwow x reader#avatar the way of water#na’vi smut#na’vi x reader#jake x reader#jake sully x y/n
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Please share your favorite gmmtv actor ships - they do not need to be a fixed couple, if you have those (because i do). Also, this is not meant to be an ask for real people shipping, if you are uncomfortable with that. Just your favorites maybe in terms of on-screen dynamics or any other criteria. Sorry if this is so vague 😭
Anon, serious questions before I begin - Can First and Water be a favorite pair because the amount he cries in each series, I need my babygirl to stay hydrated?
Or can one of my favorite pairs be Sing & a suit/necklace combo with the shirt unbuttoned and his man bitties out?
No? Not what you are looking for? Well, then, let me redirect to my favorite people ships rather than shipping people with inanimate objects.
So . . . before I jump in, just remember that all of these HAVE happened, so I'm not crazy:
Gun x Gun?
Hold on before you think I'm not taking this seriously! I already stated I think Gun is one of the best actors on GMMTV's roster (if not the best), so understand that if GMMTV won't let him make out with Sing when both of them were giving us sexual tension as ToddBlack, or give Tor a little kissy kissy in Midnight Museum because they were brothers or whatever, at least let the man play against himself more. It could be like the Barbie movie, but with Gun being everything. It'd be fun to see, and if GMMTV wanted to go dark sci-fi, he could answer that age-old question: Would you have sex with your clone?
Neo x Phuwin
We had this. They were paired together in Cause You're My Boy. Then they were hinted at in Dark Blue Kiss. But then, they were made into brothers in Fish Upon the Sky, so Phuwin now has Pond, and Neo got Louis. But why though? Why were we denied another adventure of these two being paired up together?! I had them down on my hopes for a 2023 offering, and I'll have them down every year from now on. I want them back! NOW!
Earth x Papang
Aof was crazy for pulling this off in Moonlight Chicken, but now that I've seen it, I can't unsee it. And even more, I WANT IT! I have never seen Earth kiss like that, and he has had several partners. Did Aof strike a goldmine with this pairing? Papang has always done his job, but these scenes, which lasted no more than eight minutes, gave me an alternate timeline that I must see play out on my screen. Immediately.
Pond x Nanon
If Aof was crazy for Earth x Papang then Jojo was batshit insane for Pond x Nanon in Dirty Laundry. These two had a strip-off pole dance in a club called Boys Next Door, Nanon twisted Pond's nipples for information, then Pond's character had sex with a client with Nanon and Film's character in the car. This shit was wild, but that was only 15% of the hijinks between these two. I need them to recreate this creepy magic, and I need it to be twelve episodes long with at least 52 minutes runtime per episode.
Gigie x Fah
Since I mentioned Jojo, The Warp Effect is queer. QUEER! It gave use Fluke with Thor, Jan with Silvy (oh, my God that magical being could choke me!), and Mark with Best, yet, it toyed with us by suggesting the possibility of Gigie with Fah. Be brave about it, GMMTV! More than one wlw couple can exist in a show. Give me a redo, and this time, give me these two picking each other again, and again, and again regardless of what Alex (New) does with those Polaroids.
New x Sing x Fluke
Mentioning The Warp Effect reminded me that these three could out beat any historical trio including Destiny's Child, The Jonas Brothers, AND Charlie's Angels! Sing and New have been around for a bit, so I'm surprised they haven't acted in more together, but throw Fluke in there, and they had the perfect dynamic: Gay pretty boy and former bully with kinky puppy and space enthusiast trying to help out their bi idiot friend (it's canon to me). Sing and New will be in the Thai remake of Cherry Magic, so I'm sure Fluke could fit in there somewhere somehow. Make it happen, GMMTV!
First x Khaotung x Sea
And on the topic of throuples, this one hasn't happened, but by golly do I want it! Whoever paired First and Khaotung together deserves a Noble Peace Prize, but whoever thought of interviewing them with Sea deserves the Library of Congress Living Legend award and to be the Grand Marshall at the NYC Pride Parade. That person gets it. I'm not shipping them as actual people together. I want whatever chemistry they had in that interview to be transferred onto the screen and brought to me in 2024 because only a Year of the Dragon can handle the fire they would deliver.
Pawin x Satang
GMMTV, you know what you did in that Star in My Mind x Our Skyy 2 episode was effed up. I don't care how many times you pair Pawin up with other boys. You know what you did, and I'm taking this grudge to the grave.
Ohm x Perth
The fact that Double Savage cast them as brothers instead of a one-sided love affair was in the words of the most beautiful Raye a "DUMB DECISION!" Then to have them color coded?! THE AUDACITY! And no, I will not be writing about the colors because unless these two get paired again, as LOVERS, I will rewire this story in my head of what it should have been to deserve these two amazing actors partnered up with each other rather than the poop pile I got. I wrote what I wrote.
Joong x Dunk
If you know anything about me, know that I'm a JoongDunk fan first, and a human second. It has absolutely nothing to do with their acting even though that's what you asked for. It has everything to do with them. Much like the interview with First, Khaotung, and Sea, Joong and Dunk in their interviews are ridiculous. They resort to tomfoolery and instead of answering the questions, they start arguing about the most trivial details. ForceBook and GeminiFourth do this, but add in JoongDunk's live streams and Safe House footage, and I don't know how they get anything done when filming because they are either arguing, dancing, napping, or giggling. Hidden Agenda yesterday, please!
Bonus: Since this was exclusive to GMMTV, I couldn't include who my ultimate acting pair is, but if you know me, then you already know, so without further ado
MAXTUL DOMINATION!
#maxtul above everyone and everything else#Where is Transplant?!#GMMTV's paired offerings#JoongDunk#Gun x Gun#first and khaotung AND sea#NeoPhuwin#PawinSatang#EarthPapang#PondNanon#NewFlukeSing#I was robbed of Ohm x Perth#ROBBED!#Gigie x Fah
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her lips on your neck (i can't unsee it)
synopsis: kenny breaks the promise of loyalty you two share; you find him in the act
warnings: discussions of nausea (from heavy emotions) + vague descriptions of sex
author's note: i've never written anything hurt/no comfort so this was kinda fun.
You find him in his bed with the girl. And that’s what hurts the most, the lack of care he has for disregarding your relationship. He doesn’t seem to care he’d get caught, his door open and allowing the world to see.
You weren’t supposed to be over, but thought it’d be sweet to have a surprise visit; a part of you wishes you didn’t come, and be able to continue to live happily without this knowledge. Another part of you is glad you found out, even if it makes you nauseous and tears your heart to shred.
A gasp escapes your lips before you can even stop it, and instantly the two look up. The girl looks confused, but you watch as she realizes who you must be. That hurts even more, that Kenny was using her as well. You want to find it in you to be angry at her, but you can’t; not with the look of guilt on her face as she covers herself up, realizing that Kenny wasn’t single.
Kenny is pulling his pants up, only able to muster a, “Shit.” As if being caught cheating was a minor inconvenience.
Tears blur your vision, only able to scoff and turn to leave his house. Having been here so many times, you can easily guide yourself out. It stings, realizing how much of an indent he’s made in you, only to leave it empty. He’s still there, a few feet away, and you’re in his house with its familiar smell, but you’re so alone.
You keep walking, getting to the door by the time Kenny can pull up his pants. He calls at your name frantically, hoping he can come up with some solution.
“No, hey, don’t go. Look, I’m sorry.” Kenny grabs your wrist right as you’re in the door frame. You turn to look at him, grateful your tears obscure his features; you don’t want his tears to be able to lure you in. God, how could he just throw everything away.
“No. Don’t beg me to stay. I’m leaving and we are through.” You stand tall, but your voice wavers and breaks, a sob trying to be heard. You don’t want him to see you like this, broken because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.
“Hey, you don’t mean that. This was stupid, and it means nothing to me okay. We can fix this.” He begs, his grip tightening, knowing if he lets you leave now you’ll leave for good.
“This means everything, Kenny. You threw our relationship away for a fuck, that girl didn’t even know you were taken. How could you? Was it worth it?” Your tone is laced with anger, and your tears fall freely. Throwing up seems possible; the thought of this not being the first time makes your knees shake just a bit.
He doesn’t say anything, opening his mouth for something, anything to come out. A better apology, or begging for you to stay. Nothing ever comes, so you continue to speak. “Don’t - don’t follow me. I can’t look at you anymore. We’re through. I don’t want to see you ever.”
You tug free from his hold, it having loosen as he listened to yell. You shut the door in his face, permanently ending it. He doesn’t open it, thankfully, but you can hear him start to talk to the girl, still in his room.
Luckily, you didn’t drive over, because you don’t think it’d be safe for you to. A sob ripples from your throat as you leave his property, leaving him behind. The clouds watch you walk home, as you wonder how he could break the promise of loyalty you two shared, and so easily too.
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chapter 67:
those looks and smiles at each other. :')
lmao. you tell them, Sebastian. a bit too late, but you just gotta tease your master, huh.
more reading under cut.
chapter 68:
this is so CUTE. it's like they're home but this is even cuter somehow. the devil has to be a nanny to all of those kids & and it's cute not because of the kids, but because of the way Seb is drawn? his expression and the pose are doing something to me.
these two, I swear.
chapter 69:
honestly, what's with this? like, in the anime it makes zero sense. doesn't make much more sense in the manga, either.
never thought i'd see Sebastian mad, annoyed, and tired because of some homework. dude, you're literally a demon. you were doing all of that at home with easy while also taking care of the staff. pull yourself together.
that little left remark is hilarious and should've been in the show.
Yeah... I would like to see his real teaching method, too. I can't unsee this in a sexual context. *Professor* Michaelis. The arched back, the position of the hand. The look from under his lashes. This moment in the anime should've been sluttier.
"if you order me" so basically Seb wants to be his lap kitty on a short leash.
Ciel is so smug & Seb just likes being ordered around and be his (and spend time with him).
"give me written proof" now THAT makes sense. did I miss this or they didn't add this to the anime?
chapter 70:
what I don't understand is what's the point of being someone's fag? like, you're a butler in school where you still need to do your homework, go to classes, all of that? couldn't be me.
this? is sexual(ized).
also, all those "pretty boys"? long(er) hair, feminine beauty. even the name, "Joanne". you're telling me that's a boy? there's a pattern, just like Ciel in a dress. Maurice, too. straight up a female.
this is a cute moment tbh.
this is so wholesome. a friend, almost. though yeah, in another situation i'd ship.
The Husbands (TM) are regretting every second of this, lol.
Soma literally said, "Hey! Get back here!" I feel bad for the elephant.
"you bastard, I shouldn't have called you" "pretending not to know them" lmaoooo. #married
chapter 71:
Soma, you're soooo sneaky. x) So adorable though.
"I'm free!" lmaooo
gotcha! asshole.
oh, Ciel. x) if he was sleeping, he could've went to bed at least.
I need this piece of shit to die immediately. where's Sebastian? jfc, that last one throws me back to when Ciel was raped.
ugly ass bitch. you deserve this.
Seb, you chose this. x)
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Poly!Eli Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader x Demetri Alexopoulos
Fem!Reader 💖 long post
This isn't really a fic, it's not even a blurb; I just started writing out this concept and it got super long, so I tried to add more fic elements into it, but lol idk if that worked. Anyway, have this long concept idea. (unedited)
Should I make more of this storyline?
So what if Eli and Demetri are being bullied by Kyler and Co., because that's just their typical routine in the days before karate. They're pretty used to it and just try to keep their heads down so their tormentors don't notice them as much. If they're lucky. Some days are better than other, but today is especially mean.
Eli's getting it the worst, of course, because of the scar on his face. While Kyler and his friends are laughing at them, they just take it; it's better than the alternative - aka getting beat up. But then Reader comes over and gives them a piece of her mind telling Kyler that his a bug and that he should leave them alone. She doesn't know Eli and Demetri because she's just the new girl, but it's clear that she's not into Kyler's bullshit.
They scoff and leave them alone when they see she isn't going to back down, but not without throwing a fat joke her way. She rolls her eyes and turns to Eli and Demetri, instead focusing on them and asking if they're okay. They say yes because they're so used to shit like that happening, but she can tell they're lying. She tells them guys like that are shallow anyway, so anything he says doesn't matter.
She gives them a smile and goes on to her next class, leaving them awestruck.
Of course, now that they've seen her, they'll never unsee her. It's like she's everywhere they go; they pass her in the halls, hear her laughter during lunch, she's even put in their gym class. She smiles at them and sometimes they'll have a conversation with her. She's always on their minds, both of them developing a crush on her.
They don't realize they both have crushes on her at first, but as conversations are had, they slowly start to figure it out. It's usually when they're talking while playing video games or homework, she comes up naturally. They talk about how nice she is and how pretty she is. Eli likes her smile and Demetri likes her laugh. Secretly, they both like her figure, but don't share that with each other. At least not until Demetri let's it slip that he thinks she has a cute ass. It's sort of something that they have to discuss at that point because they both obviously like her, so they talk about it-
And these fucking idiots somehow come to the conclusion that neither of them have a chance with her. No other options live in their head yet, so they just accept that they're a pair of friends crushing on the same girl. It's anarchy.
Imagine there's a school dance around the corner and Reader wants to go with a date. She asks out some guy that tells her no because he's "not into fat girls." She scoffs and tries to brush it off, but it's not as easy as all the other times. Eli and Demetri have the stomach churning luck to have witnessed the rejection and think they guy is a total numbskull; dude just got asked out by the nicest, prettiest girl in school and he's worried about some extra fat? what the fuck!
For all the times Reader has stepped in and told off Kyler or some other bully, which tbh is on a weekly basis because Kyler and Co. are fucking morons, and all the times she's told them everyone is wrong, it's Eli and Demetri''s turn to tell her that those words don't matter. That guy's wrong, he's stupid, he wouldn't know a pretty girl if she slapped him in the face ten time over. Eli is sweet with his compliments and Demetri makes her laugh, turning her rejection frown into a bright smile. Then Eli says something none of them are expecting.
"You can always come to the dance with us," he offers, tone low and timid.
Demetri's eyes widen as he stares at Eli because while they fantasized about Reader going to the dance with them and on dates with them, they never actually talked about going through with inviting her out. It's a huge shock to his system and he starts gearing up to face the impending albeit nicely put rejection she'll give them.
But it doesn't come. Reader giggles at Eli's cute blush and tells them, "I'd love to go with you guys." As a small thank you for comforting her and inviting her to the dance with them, she gives each a kiss on the cheek before they part ways.
They are once again awestruck, but now faced with the fact that a girl will be their company to a school dance for the first time ever.
Leading up to the dance, Eli is a nervous wreck; he wants it to be a good night at the very least. Demetri just thinks everything is going to go wrong somehow. The night of the dance, they dress nicely but not too nicely and meet Reader outside the school. She looks amazing in her dress (whatever suits your style, I'm too indecisive to describe or pick a dress in all honesty; but I go for short dresses with flowy skirts lol if anyone cares) and the boys fumble over themselves when trying to give her compliments. She just giggles.
"Aw, thank you! You guys look great too!" she tells them, then grabs their hands and pulls them inside. "Let's go!"
While they vote to stick to the walls and go unnoticed, Reader pulls them around the room to do all sorts of things. They talk to her friends a bit - though she does a lot of the talking - and then she wants to take some pictures with them, saying "I'd like to remember this night. It's gonna be so much fun!"
Eli and Demetri are not opposed to following her lead, though. They'll do just about anything she wants, following her around like puppies. Wide eyed, innocently in love puppies.
When she pulls them along to dance, they don't know what to do with themselves. It's awkward at first, but she tells them to relax and have fun, then grabs their hands and dances like no one is watching. God, Eli only wishes he could be that carefree and not care what people think while Demetri is actively thinking about how he could never be so spontaneous. But those things are just part of the reason that Reader is so amazing and beautiful. So they let go of their inhibitions for one night and dance with her.
They think it's the best night ever, but also a once in a lifetime sorta thing. Something like this will never happen again. Reader will go back to her friends when they go back to school on Monday and they will be go back to little waves when she passes by in the halls and short chats in gym. So they enjoy it while it lasts.
However, to their surprise, Reader comes up to them on Monday morning and thanks them for such a fun night. She gushes about how much she enjoyed it and even gives them more pecks on the cheeks before having to hurry to class. Then she comes around again and sits with them at lunch. She listens to them nerd out about the game they're playing and how they can't figure out the one puzzle they're stuck on. Reader jumps in and sparks up this whole conversation about puzzles and the different varieties their are, how arbitrary some are while others are simple. They're having a good time and before the guys know it, Reader is invited over to Eli's place to help them solve the puzzle.
So they end up in Reader's basement; Reader is messing around with the puzzle, getting a feel for it, while the guys are telling her about the game and what's going on. She's listening as they explain the story and why they're even having to do the puzzle in the first place (I just finished Resident Evil 2, so games like that are on my mind lol). She's into it and while they're talking, she's just working out the puzzle. Eli is watching her, thinking the face she makes while focusing is cute, and Demetri is watching the screen, observing her work as she pieces everything together. When she solves it, she cheers happily and puts her hands up for high fives from both of them.
Demetri continues to play from there while Eli and Reader watch, telling him what to do and really getting into it; "you missed that door," "you're supposed to use that there," "kill that thing! Kill it kill it kill it!" They're just as much playing the game as he is.
Eventually Reader gets a little cold and Eli offers to get her a blanket. Once he brings it over, she gets comfortable, but somehow he gets under it too and before they know it, they're kind of cuddled up on Eli's side of the couch. No one says anything about it - Eli doesn't want to make things weird, Reader is comfortable and thinks everything is cool, and Demetri keeps looking over at them with a light blush to his cheeks. It's super cozy and soon everyone just accepts it (and by everyone, I mean Eli and Demetri ofc because Reader has been chill this whole time lol).
So it becomes a thing for them. Reader will come over and play games with them, though for the most part she just watches and helps when she can. They're laughing and having a good time, taking turns playing single player game or they boot up Mario Kart or some other multiplayer game for some time. There's always snacks and drinks or pizza orders. Reader finds herself there for longer periods of time, but no one's complaining. It becomes normal for their friendship and eventually Eli and Demetri stop questioning themselves on why a great girl like her would even want to hang out with nerds like them.
It's during one of these hang outs that things get started. Eli takes leave to bring more snacks down for everyone, being a good host and all. Demetri and Reader are left alone in the basement and they're just talking, Demetri dominating the conversation because he's knee deep in complaining about the logic of whatever show he's watching at the moment. Reader thinks it's so cute and kind of surprises him with a kiss on the lips. It shocks him so much that he goes completely quiet. Reader apologizes because she's way out of line.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that without asking fir-"
Demetri cuts her off by grabbing her face, cupping her soft chubby cheeks on his hands, and smashing his lips into hers. Her little kiss was enough to embolden him. Next thing they know, they're kissing on heavily on Eli's couch.
Until a loud gasp makes them pull apart. They look at Eli, who's mouth is wide open as he stares at them. Everyone is in a great deal of shock and don't know what to do.
Reader finally speaks up first, "Wait, before you do or say anything, Eli, I want you to know that I like you just as much as I like Demetri."
Another huge whammy for these two, like, oh my God, they're both just sitting like statues as they try to process what's going on. All those possibilities that they'd never thought of start revealing themselves as she explains her feelings and how she really likes both of them. She thinks it makes her a little weird because society pushes monogamous relationships so much and that's all she's ever really been around. She didn't know what to do, how to approach them about it, so she settled for being their friend because at least then they'd be close - which is exactly what they had done in terms of their friendship with her.
They're still relatively quiet and she's worried she's scared them away. But then Eli comes to sit on her other side and asks her if she really means it, that she likes them both the same. When she nods, he blushes bright red and looks down. She lifts his head and kisses him with the same excitement she'd just shown Demetri and he just melts.
Demetri wraps his arms around her and cuddles into her while her and Eli share another kiss. Only when they pull away does Demetri look at them and says, "since we're getting all out feelings out..." Then leans past her and kisses Eli.
It's a lot to take in for one evening, but once everyone's gotten the kissing and giggles out of the way, they talk through it and decide they all want to be in a relationship together. And my oh my is it the best decision ever made.
#poly binary boyfriends#poly eli and demetri#eli x reader x demetri#demetri alexopoulos x chubby reader#demetri alexopoulos headcanons#demetri alexopoulos x reader#demetri alexopoulos#eli hawk moskowitz#eli moskowitz headcanons#eli moskowitz x chubby reader#eli moskowitz imagine#eli moskowitz x reader#eli moskowitz#cobra kai#cobra kai headcanons#cobra kai x reader#cobra kai x chubby reader#cobra kai x plus size reader#chubby reader#plus size reader#gemini sensei
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I can’t help that I love the idea of Steve not realizing what he has until he loses it and I’ve had this idea for a while now of a Billy who grows up in the house beside Steve, living with his grandparents and his mother after his mom left his father with Billy in tow. It’s more of a modern AU with no Upside Down but imagine a Billy raised by two moms and loving grandparents, who becomes strong to be the protector and who learns respect and responsibility through love and care. Imagine him growing up best friends with Steve, even closer than Steve and Tommy with Billy acting as Steve’s conscience most of the time since he tends to be easily manipulated.
Imagine Billy being really well-liked by the parents but he’s still willing to put anyone down who talks shit about his two moms since he knows for a fact that even if they tried to tell anyone about it, they wouldn’t be believed. Imagine him being the doting big brother who’s extremely overprotective over all of the women in his life for the sheer fact that he loves them and never wants them to be hurt. Imagine him being the ones who got the boys into D&D after buying a set for himself and deciding it wasn’t a good fit for him. Imagine him having a childhood crush on Steve that never faded and only got stronger with time.
Imagine Billy trying to comfort Steve after he and Nancy breakup at the Halloween party only to have his heart crushed as Steve lived up to his King Steve moniker by going through all of the willing girls before realizing he’s bisexual and going through all of the guys too but never, ever looking at Billy. Imagine Billy getting more and more heartbroken as time passes and for some weird reason, Eddie Munson of all people is the first person to really notice. They’re not really all that close anymore but before Eddie dealt drugs, Billy used to play D&D with him and his friends. Eddie introduces Billy to good music that Steve never really listened to and he helps Billy explore his punk/metal self. Billy starts spending time with Eddie and his friends since Steve’s usually busy with his flings.
Imagine Steve noticing Billy leaving him to hangout with Eddie and he can’t ever unsee it from that point onwards. He starts becoming possessive of Billy and jealous whenever he spends time with anyone outside of what Steve considers their circle. Imagine the ensuing fight and Billy crying out that Steve doesn’t have a right to be jealous since he’s just the best friend. Billy storms off to his house to cool down and Steve goes to Robin who finally tells him about Billy liking him and Steve has a crisis about being in love with his best friend like a cliche.
He doesn’t dare take the risk of losing Billy to Eddie though and he decides, once and for all, to confess to Billy in the hopes of starting a relationship with him. Cue Steve’s heart breaking when he sees Billy come to school the next morning in a Hellfire t-shirt, practically telling the world he’s with Eddie Munson now. Steve doesn’t dare ruin it for his best friend, all too aware of how hypocritical it would be of him to throw a tantrum at his friend finding a partner. He apologizes to Billy for being an asshole and they go back to their usual antics but Steve stops picking up girls and guys.
There’s a mini party in a couple of weeks at Joyce’s to celebrate Will’s birthday and surprise of all surprises, Eddie’s already there with Billy when Steve arrives. Steve takes the chance to congratulate Eddie on getting together with Billy when Eddie tells him that they aren’t actually together. Billy had ended up spilling something on his shirt and he’d borrowe the spare shirt Eddie had left in his van. They realize that the other has feelings for Billy and they agree to let the best man win Billy’s heart. Billy can’t really decide even after some time so compromises are made to make him happy.
#billy hargrove#harringrove#billy deserved better#billy hargrove deserved better#billy hargrove au#steve harrington#billy hargrove redemption#stranger things rewrite#ellewritesandrants#mungrove#eddie munson#harringroveson#billy x steve#billy x eddie#billy x steve x eddie#steddilly#stilldie
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Okay, but where is the 30 pages long explanation for Bennett and Chloe in RUIN ? What even is happening in your AU with SB ? What is Ben doing ? Is Cassidy still here ?
Okay okay here we go here is part 1 of answering months old asks in my inbox!!!!! yippee!!!!!
Okay this does include a lot of preface stuff but I promise it ties together and makes it less confusing
Also obligatory tw for child death
I wanted to include Security Breach somehow in my au but it didn't fit anywhere. (the series took an unfavorable scifi turn with remnant in Sister Location so I just cut that all out and kept to the paranormal stuff) The lore in Security Breach is riddled with remnant and too much scifi stuff for my taste so I decided to merge it with the fnaf 2 location.
After Bennett's death, Henry, as bad as he felt for William, wanted to take a completely different turn with the company in order to save the good reputation Fredbear's had established. This involved throwing a ton of money at replacing Fredbear's with a massive second location: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The building was gigantic and expensive and flaunted new animatronics with the latest technology. (which was kinda advanced for the mid to late 80s but William was a robot genius)
During the week of his 18th birthday in 1985, Michael packed up his stuff, gathered as much money as he could, and moved to Montana in the dead of night to get away from his father. He'd been there for some 2 years before he came back to Utah with the suspicion that something awful had happened while he was gone. He had come to the resolution that if he didn't return to Utah that he'd never be able to come to terms with what he did and make things right.
Enter Gregory: a 12 year old boy who had been in and out of foster care since he was 6, but ran away some time ago and was living on the streets. He would break into Freddy Fazbear's Pizza in the night when it was cold and when he was really hungry.
Michael had gotten a job as a nighttime mechanic at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza (he was really there to investigate what he had such a bad feeling about) and encountered Gregory, who had broken in and gotten lost, on his first night on the job. In exchange for Gregory's help Michael promised to protect him. Gregory's help was pretty much little tasks, one of which was winding the music box. The music box was something Henry (Michael's interviewer) gave to him. He said there was an animatronic that could only be subdued with the music box and if it wasn't asleep "all Hell would break loose." Gregory bumped into a staircase rail and dropped the music box, breaking it, and unleashing the Marionette.
Shenanigans with Michael and Gregory and the robots ensue and Michael is confronted with what looked like Bennett, donning the same mask the Marionette wears. Cassidy (and holy shit Cassidy is so involved in this) snatches up Gregory to an unknown location in the building.
Chloe wanted closure. She had been to therapy for over 4 years to either reconcile with or unsee what she had seen in 1983, but therapy wasn't really doing it for her. She needed actual closure she could experience and not just talk about, so she broke into Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and encountered Marie, who had to spend the night in the building after losing a bet. She is terrified of ghosts so she latches onto Chloe.
They find Michael deep searching every last inch of Fazbear's looking for Gregory. He seems upset at first but then he sees Chloe and he's like "omg haiiiiiii Chloe long time no see," and tells her about Gregory and how he's missing and is kinda freaking out. Chloe agrees to help him only because she feels bad for Gregory and on the condition that he does not try to be her friend because she very much does not like him. Michael and Chloe become allies in mission "Rescue Gregory" with Marie using her Fazwatch to communicate with Gregory.
That's kinda where I'm at atm. The former half with the FNaF 2 location and Security Breach's location essentially being the same place is waaay more fleshed out but I need the actual DLC before I can cut out the crap I don't like lol
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Angsty Shit: Pt 2
Okay, so like… consider- Tim doesn’t get ransomed to his family. Instead, Britva decides “Eh, this guy has enough enemies, I fucking hate his guts so why don’t I auction him off so I can make more money?”
Being kidnapped and held for ransom is bad enough, but there’s a certain indignity to being bid on- granted, his entire captivity has been one indignity after another, but this is somehow even worse.
Tim’s already in a bad enough way as it is, but hearing the numbers start to climb higher, he begins to feel a deep dread in the pit of his stomach. Just how badly do some of these people want to hurt him? What is the winner going to do to him?
More enemies than he was even aware of make themselves known- some that he’s never even come across before, simply eager to cut the throat of a criminal celebrity for the sake of reputation.
“I thought you wanted the pleasure of killing me yourself, asshole.” “Eh, I’ll tell them to send me a video, Irlandskii.”
The bidding drags on and Tim’s anxiety begins to spike sharply, at the realization that not only will he likely be dead by sundown, but that might be the better option, given that some of these individuals seem keen on the thought of a tortuous end for him, given the money they’re willing to shill out.
. . . Perhaps, however, a certain bodyguard happened to catch wind of this? A certain bodyguard who can easily disguise himself as one such enemy, for the sake of seeing the Fowl patriarch finally, finally brought back home.
Tim is in a much worse state than Butler has anticipated, down an eye and a leg, battered and bruised and shaking all over. He looks so panicked, the fear just beginning to break through the usual mask of haughty indifference he wore.
Butler is eventually able to win, though he has no intention of paying such- stepping up to shake Britva’s hand makes his skin crawl. How many times have those hands harmed Tim? They were the same that had his uncle killed. If Butler didn’t have a bigger issue at hand, he’d have snapped the man’s spine in his fists- but he does have a bigger issue at hand.
Tim doesn’t recognize him, and Butler can afford to drop his guise, so Tim is terrified of him. He fights, as much as he’s able to, and the laughter of the other Fowl enemies at the sight of him struggling wakes some long-seated bloodlust in Butler. He settles for making note of their faces lest they cross paths again- Tim, for all his injuries and fear, is putting up as much of a fight as he can, and that takes all his concentration.
Tim is petrified of the strange, hulking man, an enemy that he cannot even recognize- is this someone a deal fell through with? Someone with a grudge against his father? Someone who simply likes the thought of paying to kill, a ‘canned hunt’- he is so, so tired of being hurt. Of being mocked.
At some point, Tim’s will to fight and his abused body just… give up. He begins to shake, eyes wide and flat and unseeing, half-blinded to begin with as Butler leads him to the car and dumps him inside, as careful as he can manage whilst keeping up appearances.
With that, he speeds off to a safehouse- the sooner he can drop the disguise, the better. Tim doesn’t even know what to think when he realizes who bought him, who rescued him- he’s caught between breaking down and weeping with the stress of it all, and throwing his arms around Butler’s neck, frantically thanking him.
The best he can manage, it turns out, is being set on the safehouse’s cot, swaying and struggling not to pass out as Butler hurriedly checks over his injuries, peers into his blinded eye, rummages around to see if he can find him some warmer clothes- it is so, so cold, the chill having long since seeped into Tim’s bones. When he returns, Butler carefully takes Tim’s hands in his own, the once-frostbitten fingers shaking, and breathes on them to warm them up, medical kit nearby and ready to be used to patch him up.
#mouse I blame you for this this is based on something you said once#but look! a happier ending.#idk man it’d be sweet it’d break my heart a little… I love them so MUCH.#angsty shit#timovoi
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Alright friends, this is my very rare theater review. I was tempted to do this in my typical Worst Movie on Netflix Right Now style, but honestly, the theater industry has taken a real serious beating through the pandemic, and I love theater people (even if I don't love theater), so the last thing I want to do is really smash hard on people who are working so hard to get up on their feet and put out something for people.
That said---OOF---Pretty Woman: The Musical is decidedly not good. Now that I've said that, let me throw out a bunch of caveats and disclaimers. As I alluded to above, I do not love theater and I do not love musical theater even more. I know some people find the immediacy of theater thrilling - I find it deeply uncomfortable. Also, years ago someone pointed out to me the absurdity of stopping to sing in the middle of the French Revolution, and you know, yeah. It's a reductive and unnecessarily dismissive perspective, but I can't fucking unsee it, so here we are. Also @lspoon who I have much respect for does like this, and she does like musicals, so this take might just be firing real wide for people who actually like musical theater and may love this.
Back to Pretty Woman: The Musical. I have never seen such a crass blatant cash-grab as this. If you like the movie Pretty Woman, then just watch the movie. The whole move to stage, and music and dancing, adds absolutely nothing to the story. The best dialogue (most of it actually) is lifted whole cloth from the movie. Nothing has been reimagined or reinvented. It follows all of the exact story beats. And honestly, I rolled my eyes SO HARD at the things they did change. SPOILER: instead of Edward rescuing Vivian at the end, she punches out Stuckey herself. GREAT JOB! SUPER IMAGINATIVE! DEFINITELY SOLVED ALL OF THE PROBLEMATIC STUFF IN THE ORIGINAL MOVIE WITH THAT SMALL CHANGE. GOLD STAR!
The music was written by Bryan Adams - and me being a lady of a certain age, I sort of expected to respond to it more. In the second act there's finally a memorable song that reminded me so clearly that Bryan knows how to write a male love song. But the rest of the music is so whatever. Maybe if I listened to this a lot on spotify it would breed a comforting pop familiarity. But it's otherwise forgettable. In the second act, there's also a brief clip from the opera they attend which I think is La Traviata, and honestly, it's almost jarring in that it reminds you OH this is what original, creative music sounds like. That's not a reaction that you want your audience members having.
Also, can I just say that I'm totally over the trend of having a black woman step forward in music numbers to sing circles around the main performers and then step back again. It's like we're treating black woman singers like an instrumental flourish, like a fucking sax solo. Give me a fucking break.
Last note - the worst part about this show is how fucking awkward the intimate scenes are. They are done almost exactly as they are done in the movie, so again, if you know the movie, you know when to expect it. But it's still so fucking jarring. Like you're watching this musical, then all of a sudden, you're like OH YEAH, she's a hooker! Like... how is this... FUCK you guys, is this a cute musical people are bringing their kids to? I'm so confused. And HOLY SHIT if I already found the immediacy of theater awkward, you better believe it's awkward when she's dropping a pillow down on the floor so she can go down on this guy. Like... damn.
I know my prudish tendencies have gotten worse the older I get. Like I don't even like that much sexual stuff in my movies anymore. I get taken out of the story - I just think like these are actors and it must be uncomfortable for them to perform this, and why do I need to see this? What is this doing for me in a non-porn context? Anyhow, that's probably a longer rant for another time.
I genuinely like the movie Pretty Woman. It's problematic as hell, sure, but it's probably one of my comfort movies. I think Julia Roberts is super charming in it, it's romantic (in ways it probably shouldn't be but whatever just let me have this), and so I know it really well. I don't think that did me any favors watching this musical. If you don't know the movie or the story maybe this will all seem fresh and fun to you. For me, I just wanted to go home and watch Edward and Viv in private, leaving me to my little inappropriate piano sex fantasies alone, as the Goddess intended.
#ptpt reviews#kinda#really did not love this one#but the row of ladies in front of me sure seemed to like it#if i get covid for this#is a thought i had multiple times#need to be more judicious about the theater
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⚡THUNDER FORCE SENTENCE STARTERS
A collection dialogue taken from Netflix’s Thunder Force. Feel free to adjust as needed.
TW: Alcohol mentions, swearing, violence
"Let’s give someone else a chance.”
“So, I can’t say, ‘Wayne is a stupid bags of crap,’ I have to say, ‘Wayne is a stupid bag of crap’?“
“Worth it.”
“I’m not a nerd. I’m smart. There’s a difference.“
“I’m sorry about your parents.“
“Now, get in that dumpster. ‘Cause that’s where the garbage goes.“
“If I had superpowers, I’d beat the crap out of whoever did it to them.“
“I think I’d be a pretty kick-ass superhero.“
“Yeah, I knew that. I was testing you.”
“I made us friendship bracelets. Now we’re officially friends.“
“If Jesus was here, he would crush it.“
“There’s a break in the fence. I could sneak us in.”
“If you can’t tell a joke, you’ll never get a lady. That’s factual.”
“You’re gonna crack from the stress though.”
“Don’t worry. I got your back. Trust me.”
“No! Oh my god, I am late. You were supposed to wake me up.”
“Oh, wow, that did not go like I planned at all.“
“I can’t do this anymore. I’m trying to do something with my life.“
“Hey, I’m sorry, I messed up.“
“Sorry isn’t enough. I have important things to accomplish.“
“I can’t let you drag me down.“
“We all know I’m not special.“
“I could be the president, getting chauffeured in limousines.“
“Who blows up an angel?”
“I can’t even pay to fix my window.”
“I don’t talk to her anymore, and you know it.“
“Got her number for you.”
“You don’t know unless you ask.”
“That’s not the worst of it.”
“I worry about ya, but you do make a hell of a pancake.“
“Hey, you be careful out there.“
“I wish she was here.“
“She’s probably hangin’ out with strippers, sippin’ smooth champagne, eatin’ nachos filled with goose meat or something.“
“Do you wanna hear a joke?“
“She probably just needs a wingman.“
“Sorry, it’s after hours. Do you have an appointment?“
“I guess you could say we’re estranged now, but not in a way that’s, like, restraining order.“
“She doesn’t go to parties on her own.“
“I’m kinda relieved that’s the answer.“
“Whoa, this place is taters.“
“Can I get, like, an ice-cold brewski?“
“I remembered that you never liked to go to parties solo, so I just thought I’d...swing by and see if you wanted me to go with you.”
“Don’t touch anything while I’m gone, please.”
“I need you to keep an eye on things.“
“Oh, uh, she said that you’re supposed to get me another cold beer right away.“
“Alright, I’m gonna sit, not touch anything else, and wait for my beer.“
“Whoa! This is the world’s stupidest massage chair!“
“It’s not a massage chair, you idiot.“
“Okay, I touched a couple… I touched one thing. I’m so sorry…“
“I’ve worked for this my entire life and you’ve ruined everything.“
“I always knew you could do it.“
“Well, that’s not…very soothing to hear.“
“Wait a minute, I’m not staying here.“
“This looks like the jail cell on Battlestar Galactica.“
“Did I do that?”
“You have a kid and I didn’t even know it?“
“We have clean women’s clothing for you. Everything you could possibly need, and we will burn what you are wearing at the first opportunity.“
“If you need anything, someone will be on call.“
“Oh my god, don’t put your address online.“
“We should play. But I gotta warn you. I play dirty!“
“Uh, I don’t start at 5:00 a.m.“
“Oh my god, I’m gonna throw the shit out of a city bus.“
“Why does it look like a carnival thing?“
“I think I sprained my groin. Do chicks have groins?“
“It’s a miracle you’re still alive.“
“You know, I’m scrambling to find the silver lining here.“
“Hold on to your ta-tas, ’cause this thing’s getting crushed.“
“Well, that’s a stone-cold bummer.“
“I hear you’re not eating.“
“Don’t judge me, it’s so good.“
“Go easy on her. It’s my fault.“
“Can’t unsee that.“
“Oh, sexy science talk.”
“I told you I was fun.”
“Alright. Where are you? We’re gonna put a bell on you.“
“You know what? Respect me.”
“Welcome to the carnival, bitch!“
“Maybe if we don’t look at her, she’ll stop.“
“You know what we need? We need a little snack break, get our brain juices going again.“
“Everything sounds stupid the first time you hear it.“
“This car makes me ovulate.“
“I wanna have shiny, purple Lamborghini babies.“
“I knew I didn’t wanna hear it.“
“The Crab? What’s his power? Like, tasting delicious with melted butter?“
“We need pump-up music.“
“I’m gonna kangaroo his ass.”
“Stop bragging about your thighs.”
“Does take a certain woman to look good dropping through acoustic tile.“
“Please don’t film this, sir. This is a mistake!“
“We’re not doing it for thanks. We protect the city.“
“Not to sound like a femme fatale, but it feels like I need to kill them.“
“This is a social visit. Otherwise, you’d already be, you know, dead.“
“You two are working together? “
“Can you keep a secret?“
“I always knew you were right for each other.“
“Uh, wow, that’s a… that’s a lot to unpack.“
“You’re a meme now.”
“Find an aloe plant and chew on that.“
“I’m not some little kid throwing a tantrum!“
“You know, boss, I, uh… I validate your feelings.“
“Well, as I like to say, when life gives you lemons, make…lemon-flavored napalm.
“Because this city deserves what’s coming to it.“
“Sometimes I can’t picture certain people doing certain things.
“Maybe you’re weaker than you thought.“
“Get a shovel. I’m gonna bury that bitch.“
“I’m sorry. I messed up. I was trying to stop her.“
“You understand this isn’t a game? We have a job to do.“
“Whatever you say. You’re always right.“
“Am I too tough on you?“
“Anyway, I went into a life of crime.“
“I didn’t know we were getting food and entertainment.“
“I heard you were on a date.“
“What happened to your buttons?“
“Don’t point at me! Don’t point at me! Don’t judge-y point at me.“
“Did you get surf and turfed?“
“I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I really think we can trust him.“
“Sometimes I don’t know if I’m mad at you because you always go crazy or if I’m really just mad at myself because…I never do.“
“Even though I was dumb enough to let us drift apart, you’ve always been special.“
“Some people just deserve a dumpster.“
“If this goes bad, I wanna thank you for being my friend.“
“You’re the best person I ever met.“
#rp meme#sentence starter meme#roleplay meme#sentence prompts#rp prompts#roleplay prompts#sentence starters
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hey, a piece for the ronance fandom cause I love them very much and my brain is rotting haha
AO3
Nancy woke up abruptly, mouth dry and back wet, with the certainty she was back in the Upside Down where everything was cold and dark, where the dead body of Barbara was watching her without mercy. Underneath her lids, as if carved on her pupils, the image of fiery red hair and unseeing eyes kept haunting her. Nausea rose in her throat but she swallowed it back, focusing on the pattern on her walls to keep her head from spinning.
In her chest, her heart was beating so fast, she thought it would hurled itself out of her ribcage onto the wall. She brought her hands to her chest, pressing in the hope it would somewhat calm her, but she knew it was hopeless.
The only thing that could calm her down was living kilometers away from her.
Without thinking – or more precisely, thinking only of the desperate need to see her – Nancy grabbed the phone on her bedside, her fingers tapping the numbers as if it was muscle memory more than an actual conscious action.
Robin answered at the third ringtone, her voice groggy with sleep as she mumbled, ''Nance, god, what the hell are you doing awake at 3 a.m. ?'', and suddenly it was like she just couldn't breathe, couldn't think clearly because she couldn't see Robin, couldn't make sure she was alright. What if she had gotten Vecna-ed without Nancy knowing ? What if Robin was in danger right now ?
What if dreaming about Barbara was just her brain's way of telling her something wrong was gonna happen soon ?
She only registered the tears on her cheeks when one drop fell on her hand. Her throat closed around the words she wanted to say.
Are you safe ? Can you come over ? I need to make sure you are safe and sound. I need to see you.
''Nance ?'' Robin sounded more awake now, concern sipping into her tone. When Nancy failed to speak, struggling to even breathe properly, Robin cursed lowly and ruffling sounds made themselves heard as Robin presumably left her bed. ''Hey, it's alright, I'm coming, okay ? Give me twenty minutes and I'm out throwing pebbles at your window like the proper knight I am.''
Nancy couldn't crack a smile at Robin's ongoing joke, instead croaking a pitying, ''Please.'' that only made Robin sound more upset.
''Sure, babe, I'm on my way.'' There was a curse then, followed by a loud thud and another curse. ''Shit, shit, shit, dropped the phone, sorry.''
It was all so typical Robin behavior, it somewhat managed to soothe a little her racing heart. Not enough to smile, but enough to feel like maybe it was okay, maybe Robin was safe and Nancy was safe and everyone was safe. Maybe it was just a simple nightmare, a representation of the guilt gnawing at her subconscious about Barb and her death and nothing more.
But then, Robin shattered the relative peace Nancy had managed to find and said, ''I've gotta go Nance, I'm sorry, I can't possibly bring the phone-''
''No, no, please don't go, don't leave me, please Robin, I don't want to be alone, please, please-'' Nancy begged, sobs building, burning, in her chest, impossibly big for her body, like if she repressed them, she would explode. Or maybe it was the panic racing in all her body, from her fingers clenched around the phone to her legs' muscles contracting, ready to bolt out of the room at any anomaly.
''Hey, hey Nance, shh, it's okay.'' It took several minutes of Robin murmuring soothing words before Nancy felt like she could breathe again. ''I can't bring the phone with me, but I promise I will be as fast as humanly possible, okay ? I will summon the athlete in me and run faster than Steve being serenaded by Tammy Thompson, you'll see.''
This managed to tear a weary chuckle from her, more hysteric than genuine. Still, it felt like a win, still being able to laugh in the face of the terror gripping her guts.
''Fortunately, Steve will never know how much we laugh at him,'' Robin whispered, her smile almost audible in her voice, ''or he will have my death.''
''He loves you too much to kill you.'' She said back, her voice hoarse and croaky, made wobbly by the sobs stuck in her throat.
''You're kidding, Wheeler ? One of us has to pay for teasing him, and it sure as hell isn't gonna be you because you are clearly his favourite. He wouldn't hurt a single hair of your pretty head.'' There was a slight pause then, and Nancy knew what was coming. ''I, um, really have to go if I want to be by your house in twenty minutes.''
She screwed her eyes shut, willed herself not to let her panic escalate. ''I know.''
''I will be here soon, Nance.''
''I know.''
''I will smother you in affection as soon as I'll arrive.''
This tugged a smile at her lips. ''I hope so.''
She could feel Robin's own reluctance at hanging up. ''I love you Nance.''
''I love you too.'' She inahled deeply, let air fill her lungs. ''See you soon.''
Nancy hanged up the phone, and prepared herself for the longest twenty minutes of her life.
[…]
Something tapped her window, urging. It took her so much by surprise she almost screamed, but the sound died on her lips the moment she saw Robin's face behind the glass, twisted in concern even though she offered Nancy a soft smile. Scrambling up from the corner she had retreated to, Nancy's trembling hands came to open the window.
She wasted no time in tugging Robin inside, clutching her girlfriend's shirt hard enough to feel blood pulse in her fingertips. As soon as Robin was back on the floor, she threw herself at her, arms locking her in an embrace that could not have feel comfortable at all. And yet, Robin ''this shirt is way too small, I'm gonna die of asphyxiation'' Buckley didn't protest, simply coming to hold her tight, her chin choosing to rest on top of her head.
''It's okay, Nance, I'm here.'' A low whine escaped her, and underneath the panic throbbing in her chest, a flush of embarrassment burned at being so needy when obvisouly everything was fine. ''I'm safe, and you're safe too, I promise.''
''I'm sorry,'' she whispered against the crook of Robin's neck, her voice coming out way too hoarse and wobbly, ''I'm just making a fool of myself.''
And she should really stop clinging to Robin. She should drop her arms and step back and apologise for making Robin come at this ungodly hour.
''What ? No, Nancy, it's okay, you had a nightmare. It's normal to feel scared. Hell, you know I have nightmares too. Everyone has.''
Nancy shook her head. ''I shouldn't let it get to me. It's stupid, it's just a nightmare-''
''Let it get to you ?'' Robin said, and Nancy couldn't tell if she was angry or confused. Maybe a bit of both. ''You had a nightmare, how can you not let it get to you ? This is like, the literal function of a nightmare. It's made especially to get to you !''
''That's not what I meant !''
''Then what did you mean ?''
''It's not real, and I know it. I know that everytime I see Bar-'' The words left her there, because she just couldn't say her friend's name, not out loud, not when it was all her fault. She swallowed. ''I know that all I'm seeing in these dreams is not the truth. So why am I letting it get to me ? Why can't I get over it, like you and Steve did ?''
She stepped back then. Not far enough to leave Robin's embrace, but enough to see her face. Robin's brows were furrowed, her eyes narrowed, and hadn't she still felt the remaining of panic poking around, Nancy would have felt flustered at how cute Robin looked.
''Nance,'' Robin began, her hands coming to cup her cheeks, warm and soothing, ''do you really think Steve and me got over it ?''
''I don't- I don't understand. You don't have nightmares anymore.''
Robin chuckled. She sounded more weary than amused.
''It's not that easy to 'get over it' as you said. It's not something that we can just bat away because we find it annoying.'' Her girlfriend's hands slid to her shoulders, squeezing gently. Robin looked away, her eyes landing on her Tom Cruise poster. Her jaw clenched. For a brief moment, Nancy thought she would cry. ''Steve cannot spend an hour without calling the kids, and even though he knows it's bothering them, he can't stop. He's just afraid they're gonna disappear, I guess.'' Robin sighed shakily, her gaze dropping to the ground. ''I'm not blaming him. Sometimes it feels like everything could go wrong at any moment.''
''Robin, I... I had no idea...''
''Yeah, it's not the sort of things he likes to talk about. And for the nightmares, well... Let's just say that we spent more than one night laying in his room, listening to some bands he liked until he was too tired to put off sleep.''
Nancy couldn't stop herself then, grabbing Robin's hands, rubbing her thumbs against her girlfriend's skin. ''I'm glad you can be here for him.''
Robin nodded but her eyes had this faraway look and Nancy wondered where her mind had taken her. The words burned her tongue, but she swallowed them back. Still, Robin seemed to sense her curiosity as her eyes snapped back to hers, their blue shade brightened by the room's light.
''I don't have a lot of nightmares, and when I have, they're usually mild enough that they don't prevent me from sleeping. But...''
''But what ?'' she asked, hoping she sounded soft and kind, that her guilt of not knowing her own girlfriend was suffering too wasn't audible.
Robin's eyes closed, and she sighed, before stepping away to sit on the bed. Before Nancy could feel her panic reignite, Robin patted the space next to her.
''Nightmares aren't always the worst you know,'' Robin said as Nancy sat close enough to her for their sides to be pressed together, ''Sometimes it's the simple things. Like how I can't be alone, otherwise it's like I can't fucking breathe. Or how I always have music in my ears because what if Vecna is still alive somewhere, plotting his evil plan to take his revenge on us ?'' Robin turned to her, and her whole face twisted in anguish. ''The relief I feel everytime I see you or Steve or the kids making me dizzy. It's like there's this constant fear of something happening to one of us, and the only time I'm not scared is when I'm with you.''
There was nothing she could think of saying. Instead, she grabbed Robin's hand, angling her body so she could tug Robin against her, until her girlfriend's head was safely buried in the crook of her neck.
''You're the only one who's able to make me forget what we went through. You and Steve are the only ones I feel safe with.'' Robin whispered, her breath tickling the sensitive skin of her neck. For a long moment, neither of them talked, both relishing the comfort the other exuded. ''And to be honest Nance, you're probably the only functioning one out of all of us right now.''
She laughed self-deprecatingly. ''You can only say that because you didn't see me almost pissing myself when I woke up.''
''That's a pity, that must have been a sight.'' Robin muttered teasingly earning a swat at her head. Her girlfriend snickered but otherwise did not say anything else, burrowing closer to her.
Nancy was ready to call it a night and try to get some sleep for the few hours of night they had left. She disentangled them, ignoring Robin's groans of protest at how totally unfair it was, and laid on her bed, opening her arms in a silent invitation for Robin.
Surprisingly, Robin, who was always eager to receive physical affection, didn't move, choosing instead to stare at her with an unreadable expression.
''What ?'' Nancy said, becoming more and more self-conscious the more Robin stayed silent.
Robin smiled, adoration pouring from her in waves. It made Nancy's heart stumble in her chest.
''Maybe you really don't know, but you're the bravest person I've ever known.'' Before Nancy could protest, Robin crawled over to her, hovering above her in a way that would have sent her to Heaven had it not been for the gravity of the moment. ''And yes, counting Steve.'' Robin's smile expanded at the sound of her chuckling. ''If I was you, I would simply never leave my room. I can't imagine what these nightmares are like for you. And yet, you never let them win. Everyday, you're ready to stand up and fight off the fear creeping around.''
She just couldn't resist the wave of affection and fondness hitting her, so she kissed Robin. Slowly, trying to show her what her words meant to her.
''You're my hero,'' Robin whispered against her lips, ''You're so, so fucking brave.''
Her eyes burned, but she blinked the tears away. ''I love you.''
Robin grinned, looking so beautiful, it physically hurt. ''Love you too.'' Her girlfriend kissed her again before rolling on her side. ''Now time to sleep. You need your beauty sleep after all.''
''Shut up,''Nancy groaned, despite the smile tugging at her lips, ''If one of us needs sleep it's you. You look like you haven't sleep in days.''
''Whose fault is that ?'' Her girlfriend's remark was soothed by the kiss Robin pressed against her wrist. ''Besides, I've been having this ridiculous dream of being chased by a squirrel.''
This was so unexpected Nancy couldn't help but burst into laughter.
''Oh c'mon, stop laughing. It's not funny. Squirrels are terrifying !''
''You fought one of the most horrible creature in not one, but two worlds, and you're afraid of squirrels ?''
''I would take Vecna over squirrels any day.'' Robin replied, a solemn expression on her face.
Nancy's belly was aching, and her eyes watered because of her unending laughter. She didn't know how Robin always managed to soothe her nerves, no matter the situation.
She wasn't about to complain.
And maybe the nightmares would become bearable, if it meant Robin would be there to ward off the darkness.
For now, Nancy simply wriggled closer to Robin, allowing herself to doze off to the sound of Robin's deep breath and her whispered ''I've got you Nance, you can sleep.''
#ronance#robin x nancy#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#stranger things#ash writes#GIMME MORE CANON INTERACTION OF THEM
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The storm that never parted
(tw: Major character death, slight gore, canon-typical violence)
("what-if" scenario)
Archive of our own
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Mumen Rider slips on the muddy and rainy ground, falling sideways and sliding roughly on the asphalt ground and skidding to a stop momentarily, bleeding and bruised from grinding against the harsh ground. Being a hero, he quickly gets back up and continues towards the shelter, albeit at a slower pace than what he would like. His legs and palms ache, protective pants torn with holes but heroes persevere, for heroes are needed to perform their duties.
He’s however not mentally prepared for the sight of the monstrous Sea king crushing the newly minted S-ranked hero’s head under its boot forcefully just as he arrives, blood, metal and brain tissue flying around haphazardly. Mumen is far too shocked to even throw his bike at the monster, having never witnessed such a gruesome death. He wants to puke.
Saitama arrives moments later, jogging to the scene from the other side of the intersection and notices the deep green Sea king, the monster responsible for all this chaos and the frightened civilians nearby. He notes Mumen Rider already arrived at the scene, bloodied and standing stock still, perhaps having already taken a beating from this sea freak.
A piece of metal scrap on the ground takes his attention and he follows the trail with his eyes to a small hole, eyes widening as he only barely recognizes Genos’ caved in head; only a tuft of white hair remains and half of an eye out of its socket glares, empty and without a soul.
The sight of Genos’ remains is hard to comprehend, but the monster’s laughter and mocking is starting to ring in his ears. He punches it away without much thought, in one punch like every single previous monster since he became this strong, parting the rainy weather. The weight of what he is seeing and how he failed his only discipline, his only friend, is only starting to seep in.
“Fuck, I- I messed up. Genos, I’m- shit…” Saitama's throat clogs up. It's really hard to speak when the reality of the situation settles in. Genos is dead because he was late.
His hearing catches disturbance coming from the shelter of civilians behind him, some very untoward words were being thrown at him and Mumen Rider. A lot of them are argumenting, some of them accusing and others yelling disparaging remarks. He hears a few of them very unkindly jeering and he clenches his fist. Someone says the S-ranked hero was actually weak. But the worst pain that stabs through him like a knife and twists it in the open wound is an individual shouting how these low rank heroes were such failures for letting Demon Cyborg die.
Something inside him snaps. He whirls towards the civilian shelter, never wanting to punch something in unholy anger as badly as now.
“FUCK YOU! You people didn't deserve to be saved anyway!”
He doesn't look at Genos’ broken remains when he stomps off, breaking pavement in his wake and only sees at a side-glance how Kuseno's retrieval robots and Mumen Rider start to collect the pieces. He tears his eyes away and starts running.
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Saitama makes it back home in record time, closing the front door behind him and collapsing, curling into himself, clenching his fists so he doesn't accidentally break anything.
“What kind of hero am I?” He questions himself, shakily exhaling and staring at the wall of his apartment, unseeing. He didn't even bother staying to collect Genos’ remains, what kind of teacher was he? The absolute worst kind, that’s what. He never felt as much of a failure than at this moment.
He stares at the empty kitchen and Genos’ pink apron with unseeing eyes.
The guilt only deepens when he can't seem to muster any tears.
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When the meteor pieces fell and demolished City-Z after Saitama punched it, yet receiving only scorn and vilifying, was the beginning of Saitama's descent to massive guilt, deeper depression and villain hood. When he stopped caring about people and about being a hero. When heroism started to taste like sawdust in his mouth.
Because there was nobody to drag him back home that day.
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Y'all won't believe me but I wrote this drabble 9 days before Genos died in canon in 166 and I just never published it. 👁
#opm#one punch man#saitama#genos#mumen rider#major character death#fanfiction#drabble#my own work#sea king#canon typical violence#angst#only hurt no comfort#mild gore
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Episode 6-True Conviction
Caution: Spoilers below
The BAU is back after the winter hiatus. Here are my thoughts
We start off where 16x05 left off
Yay, JJ is awake (even though she’s most likely in pain and scarred for life)
Penelope “I take back every mean thing I said.” Garcia. Still don’t understand how Garvez is not a thing
Luke is yet to be seen, which worries me, even though I know he’s alive
Emily saying “Wheels Up” for the first time. The jet is back and the iconic line is back
Luke is alive, but he’s in a much worse condition than JJ
Oh shit, Elias witnessed the whole thing
another flashback to the unsub’s past, in this case, it’s Elias
great, another Elias centric storyline and how he became a serial killer
“How are you doing kids.” Love how Rossi is being the overall father-figure to JJ and Luke
“We’re ready to find this son of a bitch.” Don’t messed with a pissed off JJ, Elias
Wtf?! Elias told JJ and Luke to get out of there? I guess he’s smart enough to know the repercussions about killing two federal agents
So Benjamin is dead, great. Not that I’d miss him but considering his background and being a benefactor to the network, I’d assume he’d stay awhile
So Elias won’t risk killing two FBI agents but killing Benjamin, son of a political figure is another thing
I love seeing JJ and Luke back in action but I feel like they’d still need to rest to recover quickly
“Somebody or something made this guy very good.” Yea Dave, I’m afraid that might be your books (based on that one photo)
Bailey telling Emily about the fallout and repercussions of Benjamin killing his mother, a Senator and saying how people claim that Benjamin is Sicarius. They wouldn’t be in this mess had you not let Benjamin go free
Emily once again being done with Bailey’s bullshit
I never liked Tyler though it’s sad that his sister is truly confirmed to be dead
Luke gushing over the new jet
The Herrera case being the one that launched Rebecca’s career
Goddammit cm writers, then again, they can’t seem to let any of the couples be happy. It still hurts the most with Tebecca since they’re the first wlw couple in cm
I’m gonna dread the unnecessary drama for Tebecca
It’s nice to see Emily help Tara out and being the one who does the interview as she doesn’t want to see Tebecca have a fallout over this
So Tyler is free due to helping the BAU
Please don’t set up Garcia/Green
Even if they put aside their differences, it’s odd that Garcia is suddenly acting so joyful towards Tyler being free
Suddenly, Garcia is worried about Tyler. Sorta justified since he did find out his sister is dead but I fear this will give the writers an excuse to set them up together
Garcia being happy Luke and JJ are okay and giving them a big hug
“Even Luke...” Wtf Garcia, what happened to “I take back every mean thing i said..”
Okay Silvio looks like an older version of Diego Luna and I can’t unsee that
Jesus, that guy tried to attack Luke. My man is having a rough time this episode
Not me being emotional over the Willifer scene. I understand JJ’s decision to take some days off after the Sicarius case
I love Will “we got your back” Lamontagne
Not Garcia having to bail Tyler out and taking him to her apartment, at least it explains why he’s suddenly at her apartment, but again, I fear that they’re setting things up for them
Poor Garcia, now she has to replace her rug
Tyler throwing up is me when the writers try to make Greencia a thing. It’s also me when they try to break Tebecca up
So Elias has a scar on his back
They gave Zach an obviously crappy wig, like wtf is up with that 90s-00s boy band haircut. It does not look good
Elias reading one of Rossi’s books, Rossi has bad luck with unsubs being inspired by his books and an innocent woman (who also reads his books) being killed
I’m sure Zach is a good actor but I don’t know if I can see him capable of playing Elias being shy and meek
Maria begging Elias to let her go, sadly Elias can’t save her
Wait a second, so he did try to help Maria, yea this will not end well
Maria stabbing Elias in the back and Elias’ uncle being the one who kills her
“Mala Noche” suddenly I have flashbacks to CSI: Miami
Ugh, Rebecca being upset at Tara, why writers why? what happened to their pinky promise
“Right now, you’re going to lose me.” “Don’t say that.” Tara being the cm fandom in this scene
I just want to hug Tara
No one can never be happy with someone in CM
I appreciate Luke reaching out to Garcia
Oh god, not Tara interrogating Silvio
It’s been a while since she brought up her expertise as a forensic psychologist
Tara talking about her past relationships and bringing up how Rebecca makes her happy, god I’m so emotional over Tebecca. Shame on you cm writers
“Mi novio.” Wait, this guy has a fiancee? Did not expect that
Emily and Luke’s reaction to Tyler staying at Garcia’s apartment. Poor Luke though
Garcia and Tyler having a moment. Oh no, please don’t tell me they’re about to kis-Oh THANK GOD Garcia stopped it
So Elias killed his uncle and said uncle is haunting him
wait nvm, he’s not dead
Is Cyrus the name of Elias’ uncle or an alias he goes by?
I hate seeing a pissed off Rebecca and sad!Tara
Garcia and Tyler taking a walk
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!
Suddenly the Jeid confession is nothing compared this (It’s still bad, but you get what I mean)
Rebecca telling Tara she’s not coming home, my heart breaks for them
It’s saddening when she told her that she has never went against Tara but is hurt that she wasn’t honest to her about it
“Family’s what kills you.” Possible foreshadowing of Elias’ fate at the end of the season?
Honestly, this episode pissed me off more than it should be, from the complete 180 on the Tebecca relationship to the Greencia relationship that came out of nowhere. So far, the Willifer scene and the Garcia/JJ/Luke hug are the few parts I actually liked in this episode. The new jet looks nice, particularly in the day. This episode was a stepdown compared to the previous episodes, which sucks considering how good the first five episodes were (even if episode 4 was okay ish than good)
There’s so many scenes that pissed me off in this episode. I can only imagine how things will go in episode 7 and the rest of the season
#criminal minds#criminal minds evolution#cme spoilers#cm spoilers#cm 16x06#cme 1x06#david rossi#jennifer jareau#penelope garcia#tara lewis#luke alvez#emily prentiss
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"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."
izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni!
does this count? as dark content?
— 2.4k words
"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"
“[Y/N?]”
“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”
Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."
"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.
"You need something?"
"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."
Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."
You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.
"Find it?"
You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.
"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."
"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.
"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."
Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."
You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."
"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."
You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”
Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.
"How um, hows your boyfriend?"
You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.
"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."
"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.
"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."
“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”
You frown, “Anyone new.”
“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”
“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”
Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”
Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."
"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"
"They don't."
"They don't...what?"
"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.
"Like...never?"
"No." You give him a weird look.
"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"
"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."
"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."
"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."
"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."
"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"
"I could do it."
"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"
"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"
And what a way to start a story.
"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."
"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"
"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."
"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"
"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.
"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"
You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.
“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.
It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.
"Izuku maybe we shoul—"
But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.
"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."
"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.
"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.
"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"
"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."
He doesn't move.
"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.
Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?
"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.
"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.
"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."
"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."
Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."
You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."
Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.
"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.
"Simon didn't say, did he?"
Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"
Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.
"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."
You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.
"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."
Fuck the passion.
You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.
"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.
"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.
"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"
You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser
"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.
"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."
"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.
"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"
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Rewatching cowboy bebop and clinging to the fandom online for comfort. Something I’ve seen people rip each other to shreds over in forums and that I want to address for the sake of catharsis:
Were Spike and Faye in love?
First of all, I don’t understand you die hard people who are like “no they weren’t in love and you’re dumb if you thought they were!!”
Who pissed in your Cheerios? Why must you take something meaningful from other people?
More importantly, why can’t Spike and Faye both be in love and not in love at the same time?
Isn’t that real life? Yes the writing could be telegraphed and obvious, but the whole point of these characters is their development through nuance.
Obviously they find each other attractive. I’ve never seen Spike check out anyone harder than he did Faye while she was his dealer at the casino. But fuckability isn’t enough to keep either of them engaged with a romantic prospect for long. Attraction comes and goes, it is as fleeting as the next bounty.
But Spike and Faye are bound together through fate and their choices. They choose to partner up and to protect each other.
So why isn’t there a telegraphed and obvious romance between two partners? Well in laymen terms, they’re kinda fucked up.
Spike is obsessed with the myth of Julia. His trauma revolving around that relationship keeps him in a longing loop to the past. He doesn’t have the emotional availability to love someone else.
So then why not explore a physical relationship if not a romantic one? I think that for Spike, Faye would be way more meaningful than just sex. It’s not even about respecting her, you can respect someone and just sleep with them. I think Spike has an emotional relationship with Faye. They relay their feelings through actions. She banters with him, sings to him while he’s unconscious, and shows up to save his ass in a pinch. There’s consistency with Faye, which equals safety. (Side note about the “Ballad of the Fallen Angels” episode: I think Spike was so touched by Faye singing to him that he kind of had to ruin it. It was too much like Julia and it unsettled him. He had to under cut that moment to protect himself.)
Spike knows himself. Sleeping with Faye could result in revealing emotional parts of himself, specifically with her because of their dynamic. They’ve gotten too close to each other through proximity. He knows things about her past that he can’t unsee and vice versa. Emotional intimacy is tough for both of them and if they breached the physical, it would be a mess and they know that.
If he’s going to keep the peace and be able to stay focused while they’re in a shoot out, he can’t get any kind of feelings involved. The reasoning isn’t that deep. It’s obvious. Don’t shit where you eat.
Also, if he’s going to hold on to Julia then doesn’t that mean he can only be a receptacle for her? Wouldn’t being close to someone else invalidate that? Wouldn’t becoming close to someone else give him less of a reason to hold onto the past?
Now as for Faye, I think her reasons are a lot less complicated. Point blank, Faye has not had a lot of safe or consistent male relationships (if any relationships) in her life since she’s awoken from her cryogenic sleep.
I don’t think she wants to throw sex or romance into her dynamic with Spike, despite her more obvious interest/attachment for him. She needs that familial relationship more. She needs someone who is plutonic and safe. (Yeah okay she has that with Jet, but they’re um rocky.) She gets along with Spike. That sibling rivalry, banter, and protective behavior is probably the closest she has to a real family, along with everyone else on the Bebop.
She doesn’t want to lose them.
I think Faye also came to terms with the fact that Spike is unavailable. In the Jupiter Jazz arc, she seemed really pensive about learning there was a woman Spike is in love with. That scene where Faye is lounging on the couch whispering Julia’s name over and over. There’s so much behind that. To me it always came across like Faye was also falling in love with the myth of Julia (My bisexual self recognizes you Faye). Or maybe because Spike cared about Julia, Faye cared about her now by default. Or Faye was wondering what kind of woman could have a hold on Spike in a way she couldn’t. They were flirty sure, but Faye’s attachment is deeper than that. In my opinion, it’s more about keeping Spike close to her and Julia threatened that. That desire to keep him close could be solely familial or it could be romantic. But why couldn’t she be feeling all of those things at once?
Their relationship, like everything else in Cowboy bebop, is captivating because it feels just out of reach. Nothing is directly said and because of that I have the impulse to gaslight myself out of the things I pick up on. But the writing is there.
So I think Spike and Faye are in love, and not in love all at the same time. Their dysfunctional parts and their desire to hold onto each other keep that from coming to fruition. Maybe in a different life? Or maybe all of that hope for them to be happy is best lived in fan fiction.
Either way we’re gonna carry that weight of everything that could have been and things that were left unsaid.
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