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Latte Love | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: When a new coffee shop opens up across the street from your bakery, you enter into a rivalry with its new owner

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (minors DNI), language, mentions of major character death, house fire, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 7.3K

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A/N: This was a request from @aloneodi. The prompt was pretty straightforward: enemies to overs with lots of angst and smut. Enjoy ;)

For the past two months the construction across the street from your bakery had driven you insane. The constant sawing and hammering was grinding your gears. You weren’t sure what was coming in the old storefront. It had been vacant as long as you could remember. You were in elementary school when Mr. Neely retired and the building now sat in a state of dilapidated disrepair: the front awning was threadbare, the windows were partially boarded up, and graffiti was spray painted over the brick storefront. Inside the empty cases gathered dust and cobwebs. It was a bit of a pleasant surprise when you came to work one day to see a ‘SOLD’ sign taped to the front door.

“Maybe we should blast some music, give them a taste of their own medicine,” Natasha suggested with a smirk. Natasha Romanoff was your right hand woman when it came to running the bakery. Not only was she an accounting whiz and could balance the books in her sleep, she also made a mean creme brûlée.

“I just don’t understand why it’s taken them so long to remodel. It’s construction, not rocket science. What’s going in there anyway?”

“It’s a coffee shop. I met the owner when I went to the wholesaler the other day,” Sam explained as he dumped another batch of bagels into the bucket. A slightly intimidating Air Force veteran with the heart of a teddy bear, Sam was your resident bagel maker and donut fryer. People came from all corners of the state for his famous brownie batter donuts and egg everything bagels,

“So literally the exact same as us?” You could hardly believe what you were hearing. The Rolling Scones had quickly established itself as Westview’s premiere (and only) bakery. Why did someone else need to open up right across the street?

“Hold up, it’s not exactly the same thing. We’re a bakery that serves coffee and they’re a coffee shop that serves baked goods. Totally different.”

You shot Sam a glance that immediately made him do an about face and head back to his boiling batch of bagels. Flour covered fingers ran through your hair as you leaned up against the back counter thinking about all the negative ways this new shop was going to impact yours.

“What are we gonna do, Nat? I can’t lose this place.”

“Y/N, relax. It’s just another business. We’re not going to go out of business just because there’s a new place in town. If anything they’re the ones who should be worried. They have to compete with Sam’s bagels.”

“We could just burn it down!” Peter, the teenager who washed dishes after school and on weekends, added. “Then we wouldn’t have to worry about them!”

“He’s got a point,” Sam added as the door jingled open.

“Peter! Arson isn’t the answer here!” Nat rolled her eyes, heading to the back to work on handling the latest invoices.

“But it is a solution,” you teased. Natasha groaned as she kicked the back room door open. “Can I help you?” you asked, turning your attention to the customer who walked up to the counter.

“Yeah, I’m looking for a - oh, SAM! Hi!” The young woman in front of you raised up on her tiptoes and waved over the counter.

“Wanda hey!” He walked over, an overflowing basket of hard rolls in his arms. “Glad you came. How’s the remodeling going?”

“Good! My contractor told me that we should be able to open by the end of the month.”

“That’s great news! Did you pick the name yet?”

“My brother and I argued about it for a while, but we finally settled on Latte Love.”

“You’re the one who bought the old deli?!”

“Mmhmm. I always wanted to open a coffee shop and I thought it was an absolutely charming little spot. So I saved and took out some loans and got it! I’m Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.” The overexcitable brunette shoved her hand out in front of you.

“Y/N L/N,” you responded as you reluctantly clasped her hand. The last thing you wanted to do was be friendly with the person who was your direct competitor.

Sam chatted with Wanda, asking her all sorts of questions about the wholesaler and how she was faring getting her deliveries set up. Your vision went red at the sight of your friend and this despicable woman having a friendly conversation. Why on earth would he invite her into your shop, the shop your parents worked so hard to build and the one you worked so hard to keep thriving? The fear of losing the family business permeated your mind on a daily basis. This wasn’t making it any better…

“Who’s that?” Natasha’s voice snapped you out of your stewing. She leaned against the counter, sizing up the scene in front of her.

“That’s the new coffee shop owner. Wanda. I have no idea why she’s here or why she’s talking to Sam,” you huffed, crossing your arms as you leaned against the counter.

“Someone sounds a little jealous,” Nat teased.

“Jealous?!” Your face flushed red with embarrassment. “You think I’m jealous? Nat, that’s the woman who’s going to try to steal all our customers! She’s the enemy here, not the prize!”

Natasha looked at you, then at Wanda, then back at you, and back at Wanda. “She’s hot. Think I stand a chance?”

“Can you pretend you’re not gay for like, five minutes please? Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking. I’m not jealous, I don’t want anything to do with her, and I swear to Christ if she’s into chicks too and you sleep with her your ass is so fired. ANYONE who sleeps with her is outta here!” As much as you hated to admit it, Natasha was right: Wanda was gorgeous. She had the perfect figure, her cropped jeans hugging the curves of her hips just right. The billowy light blue and white button up and oversized sun hat gave her a youthful exuberance that radiated from her glowing face and stunning green eyes.

“You’d have less of a stick up your ass if you got laid, you know?” she smirked. Groaning, you headed back toward the kitchen, kicking the swinging door with your foot. The sweet smell of powdered sugar and freshly baked cupcakes instantly calmed you. Unsure of how to amuse yourself until Wanda left, you grabbed a cooling rack of cookies and began frosting, turning the sugary discs into half moons. The repetition of frosting and smoothing calmed you. With enough time and vanilla Wanda’s unwelcome appearance would soon become a distant memory.

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Latte Love had been open for almost a month. The cafe had a slow start initially. Customers trickled in and out for the better part of two weeks. For those two glorious weeks you paid no heed to the brunette who could often be found sweeping the sidewalk and arranging the outside tables just so. Suddenly, something changed. Before you knew it a line formed outside the locked doors every morning with people waiting to get their morning cup of coffee. You didn’t pay much attention to it at first, but once you spotted a couple of your regulars in the line your vitriol for Wanda increased tenfold.

“That’s the third time today they’ve had a line out the door!” Peter exclaimed as he pressed his nose to the glass.

“Thank you for that reminder, Captain Obvious,” you snarked as you counted back change to the lady at the counter. “Anything else you want to add?”

Peter quickly recoiled from the glass, a sheepish expression on his face. “Ned says their coffee is really good….and so are their muffins,” he mumbled.

Oh great. Now I’ve gotta compete with her pastries, too. What a bitch…you thought to yourself as you handed the lady back a fistful of coins. Wanda was frustrating you more and more every single day. You sighed, taking off your baseball cap and running your hands threw your sweaty hair.

The door jingled. Sam and Nat walked in, the two of them eating cookies that suspiciously didn’t look like yours.

“What are those?” you asked.

“You want one? Wanda gave them to us. Pietro’s trying out a new recipe for sugar cookies. They’re honestly not half bad.” Sam reached into the brown paper bag and grabbed a large cookie, its warmth causing it to bend ever so slightly.

“Goddamn it! You slammed your cap down on the counter. In your mind, this was an act of war and you were not going to stand for it. Who did she think she was, bribing your employees?

“Y/N, just relax, okay? Wanda didn’t mean anything by it. She’s really nice if you get to know her,” Natasha asserted.

“She’s stealing our customers!” you shouted. “And I can’t believe you guys are eating her food!”

“Dude, relax. The cookies are good and she’s nice. Her brother’s cool, too,” Sam added, wiping cookie crumbs from his goatee.

“Unbelievable,” you mumbled, storming around the counter and yanking the door open. You were going over there to give her a piece of your mind.

You didn’t care what customers thought as you pushed Latte Love’s door open. Lucky for you there weren’t any at the moment, the last one having left moments ago. You heard the commotion of dishes crashing from the back and a voice you hadn’t heard before mixing with Wanda’s. As the commotion in the background subsided, it was the perfect opportunity to look around at the transformed deli.

The new design was rustic chic with exposed brick walls, stained wooden tables, and the same rustic counter that Mr. Neely once stored his meats and cheeses in. A series of shiny metallic coffee machines sat behind the counter, the shelves above it stocked with containers full of different types of coffee beans. The front case was stuffed full of various breads, pastries, cookies, and sandwiches. It wasn’t a bad place at all, and the food didn’t look half-bad either. She’d actually done a decent job at bringing the old shop back to life.

“Y/N?” You whipped around as Wanda called your name. She looked exhausted, her face glistening with sweat and powdered sugar as she pushed a rack of cupcakes and sweet breads out of the kitchen. Her hair was swept up in a messy bun, strands hanging askew as she wiped the sweat from her bow with her arm. Her black apron was peppered with sugar and frosting stains. “How are you? Did Sam give you a cookie like I asked him to?” “Did Sam - what?”

“Oh, I gave him some cookies to try. Pietro’s working out a new sugar cookie recipe and he needs taste testers so I figured-”

“What are you playing at here, Maximoff?”

“Excuse me?” Wanda tilted her head as she questioned you, her gaze quickly hardening into a stare.

“You heard me. What are you playing at? Is stealing my customers not enough for you that you need to go after my employees too?”

Wanda’s jaw dropped open as she stared at you incredulously. She laughed, shaking her head as she started unloading the cupcakes. “Are you for real right now?”

“Before you showed up we’d sell out every single day. Now more often than not I’m throwing stuff out. Sales have dropped and I’ve lost regulars that I’ve had for years. So I’m telling you this now: stay away from me and my staff.” It was all you could do to not take all your frustration out on her.

“I don’t know what you think’s going on here,” Wanda started, placing the trays neatly in the case. While she wasn’t outwardly aggressive, she shoved them in there harder than she normally would. “But you are absolutely insane if you think that I’m trying to steal your customers or staff or whatever. Sam and Natasha have been nothing but kind to me and Pietro, I just want to return the favor.”

“Well stop. The last thing I need is for my guys to be fraternizing with the enemy,” you grumbled, your blood pressure reaching a boiling point as you stared her down, fists clenched tightly at your side.

“Oh, so now I’m the enemy then?” She slammed the tray on the counter, sending loaves of bread tumbling off the sides. “Jesus, Y/N, what’s wrong with you? Have you ever stopped to think that maybe people stopped going to your shop because they wanted to try something new or, here’s a novel thought, maybe they like my place more than yours?”

“Fuck you, Wanda! That place means everything to me! You have no idea what I’ve done to keep that bakery running and I’m not gonna let your stupid bucket list adventure ruin my life’s work!”

“Get out!” Wanda shouted as she threw a muffin at your head. Her aim was wide and the pastry hit the wall with a splat as you leaned out of the way. “Get the fuck out of my store you bastard!”

Your vision tunneled as you stormed out of the shop, not neglecting to flip her the bird as you slammed the door behind you. Ever since Wanda Maximoff came to town everything had gone completely and utterly wrong. Everyone seemed to be flocking to her and her business. Even Sam and Natasha, two of your closest friends in the whole wide world, had taken to her. It irritated you to no end. She constantly invaded the deepest depths of your mind, and many nights you awoke in a cold sweat after she invaded your dreams. There was nothing you wouldn’t do to get her out of your mind: grueling pre-dawn runs, sleepless nights spent getting ahead on cake orders, countless after-work happy hours throwing back whatever alcohol you could get your hands on…anything to get that frustrating, irritating, beautiful woman, out of your mind.

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After your spat, it was like someone had built the Berlin Wall in the middle of the street. Patrons realized that something was up with the two shops and most had picked a side. Lucky for you a majority of the customers you lost returned. Things finally went back to normal for a while. Sam and Natasha stopped frequenting Latte Love, or if they didn’t they kept quiet about it. Natasha reamed you out for the way you snapped at Wanda, telling you to grow the fuck up and deal with it like an adult while Sam became unusually quiet around you. It was exasperating, but at least you felt like you were in control again. Yet as things started to go back to normal, there was something looming around the corner that would change your life forever.

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“Hello?” you mumbled groggily into your phone. It was the middle of the night and your phone jolted you awake with its abrasive ringtone.

“Y/N, it’s Nat.” You shot right up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. She sounded extremely concerned to the point where you were worried.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s the bakery. It’s-”

You didn’t even let her finish before you hung up, frantically searching for some clothes and your keys as you raced down the stairs of your apartment toward your car. As you sped down the road toward downtown, an orange glow illuminated the dark buildings while sirens grew ever closer.

Oh no. Oh no no no no no. Please no. Please. You white-knuckled the steering wheel, your damp palms sliding as your heart pounded in your chest. The turn onto the main drag confirmed your worst fears: The Rolling Scone was burning.

You skidded to a halt almost as soon as you turned the corner. Fire engines, police cars, and ambulances blocked the area surrounding your store and the other end of the road while firefighters rushed into the burning building. You jogged down the street, looking for a familiar face in the crowd of first responders.

“Y/N!” Natasha jumped out of the back of an ambulance and came running over to you, a reflective rescue blanket draped over her shoulders.

“Nat! Oh god, are you okay?” She threw her arms around you and squeezed you tight. You instinctively pulled her close, cradling her head with one hand as you wrapped your other arm around her.

“I don’t know what happened. I was working on the books in the office before I got started on the donuts and I started smelling smoke, so I walked out there and the kitchen was on fire. I tried to put it out, but when it got too big I called 911. It’s all my fault, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” Her eyes were brimming with tears as she apologized for the mistake that wasn’t her fault.

“It’s not your fault,” you mumbled against the top of her head. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” You held her close to you as she cried into your shirt. The sight of your beloved bakery burning to the ground in front of you should’ve elicited some emotional response from you, but you felt nothing. None of what was happening seemed real. You’d wake up in a few hours, shake off your nightmare, and head back to work like nothing ever happened, but that wouldn’t happen again for a very long time. Now when you woke up, you’d have to spend the foreseeable future picking up the charred pieces of your livelihood.

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Gone. It was all gone. The last tangible reminder of your parents had gone up in smoke. Words couldn’t accurately describe just how devastated you were. The bakery was the way you dealt with the crushing pain of having tragically lost your parents so early in life. Now your coping mechanism was gone. You looked around, seeing the charred remains of the booths, the front counter, and the collection of employee and family pictures that hung on the back wall. One picture in particular caught your eye. It was you and your parents after the little league championship game the year your team won. The picture was charred around the edges, half of your mom’s body was burnt off, but it was mostly intact. You ripped it off the wall, sighing as you stared at the faded memory.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered at your parents’ beaming faces. You let their dream burn down and with it your last memories of them.

You stayed in the building most of the day. Natasha stopped by at one point to find you on the floor leaning against what was left of the front counter. She offered to grab you some food or take you home, but you declined, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the void. That’s where Wanda found you when she showed up later in the evening.

“Hey,” she said as she crouched under the CAUTION tape. You ignored her as you stared at the charred photograph in your hand. She stood awkwardly in front of you, a brown paper bag in one hand and her purse in the other. Wanda was the last person in the world you wanted to see right now. You wanted to scream, to tell her to leave you alone, but you didn’t have the energy.

“Please go,” you murmured, flipping the photograph through your fingers.

She didn’t go. She walked over to the counter, kicking a piece of charred wood to the side as she sat down next to you. There was an unspoken tension in the air as neither of you looked at each other: you stared down at the picture, she stared at the brown bag in her hand.

“Here,” she said as she slid the bag over to you. Taking a look inside the brown bag, you saw two delicious looking honey butter muffins staring back at you. “I figured that it’d help you feel a bit better.” Wanda smiled, her emerald eyes glimmering back at you. For the first time since you met it made your heart skip a beat.

“You figured that muffins from your still-standing cafe would help me feel better about my bakery burning down?”

“Look I’m sorry, okay? I’m really sorry about your bakery…” she trailed off as she brought her knees up and hugged them close to her chest. “It should’ve been my place that burned down, not yours.”

“Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true! Sam told me all about this place. How your parents built it from the ground up, how you’ve literally spent your whole life working here, how you dropped out of school after they died to-”

“Please stop,” you interrupted as you felt another lump in your throat. .

“Is that them?” she asked, leaning over to get a better look at the photo in your hand.

You nodded. “That’s, umm, that’s the day we won the little league championship. Dad coached my team that year and…” You trailed off as your eyes filled with tears. “Umm, this place is the only thing I have left of them, you know? Coming here every day, it’s almost like they’re still here. And now that it’s gone I…” You looked down at the picture as hot tears rolled down your face. The emotional breakdown that had been brewing all day was finally bubbling up through the cracks. “Sorry.”

Before you could say anything else, a pair of soft hands wrapped around you and pulled you close. “It’s okay, you can let it all out,” Wanda whispered. That was all it took for you to finally break down. You sobbed into her chest as she held you. She squeezed you close as she gently rocked back and forth, her fingers gently stroking your hair. “You’re okay, Y/N. You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you,” she soothed. Your body was wracked with sobs as you finally let everything go.

Wanda’s touch was calming. You’d never felt so calm or safe wrapped up in someone else’s arms before. You never cried in front of anyone, not even Natasha and she was your best friend. Somehow you knew that Wanda was someone you could trust completely. “I’m sorry that you’re going through this, but you don’t have to go through it alone,” she whispered in your ear as your sobs started to calm. You didn’t have enough control to speak yet so you simply nodded into her chest. Her scent was intoxicating, a combination of sugar, roasted coffee beans, and vanilla blossom shampoo. You never noticed it before.

“Sorry for getting your shirt wet,” you sniffled as you sat up.

“Sorry for throwing a muffin at your head,” Wanda chuckled as she reached up to brush a stray tear from her face. Her hand was incredibly soft as she rested it on your cheek. You felt your face grow hot, but you weren’t sure if it was from the way she was touching you or the lack of distance between your faces or all of the above. The knot in your throat instantly migrated down to your stomach as you locked eyes with her.

“ S’okay,” you mumbled as you lost yourself in her deep green eyes. After staring for a moment too long, you turned your head away and blinked. She shook her head, realizing for herself the tense intimacy of the situation. “What kind of muffins are these?” you asked, quickly changing the subject.

“Honey butter. Pietro found the recipe online and fell in love with them.”

“I can see why,” you responded with your mouth full. “They’re good, but I think mine are just a bit better.”

“Shut up,” she answered with a playful smack.

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Over the course of the next few weeks, Wanda came over to your bakery almost every day. At first it was just to bring you something from the cafe: a cup of coffee and something sweet in the morning or a sandwich after she closed up for the evening. Her presence soon became a familiar comfort to you and you looked forward to the few moments you spent with her every evening. Daily food deliveries turned into offers to pick up dinner, and you often found yourself sitting up with her until all hours as you ate and continued the arduous rebuilding process. Soon enough Wanda was coming over to help you on her days off.

As you spent more time with her, the way you thought about her changed. You no longer woke up in a cold sweat from nightmares that involved her. Nowadays when you dreamt about her you woke up with an uncomfortable throbbing in your pajama pants. Her smile made you weak at the knees and you craved any opportunity to touch her. She was an incredible woman but you were terrified to tell her how you felt.

Natasha, of course, had noticed the shift in your demeanor towards her. “So do I get to fire you when you sleep with her or are you gonna fire yourself?” she teased one night while you were tearing the tile flooring out of the kitchen.

“Fuck off, Nat,” you answered, not steering your attention away from the floor.

“Don’t pretend like you weren’t drooling over her when she wore those shorts in here the other day. Besides, I see the way you two are when you’re together.”

“She’s just being friendly. She’s like that with you and Sam too, you know.”

“Y/N, she kept staring at your crotch when you wore those grey sweatpants last week. Even if she doesn’t like you, and I’m telling you she does, she still wants to fuck you.”

“Right, yeah,” you guffawed. While you brushed Natasha off, you hoped she was right. You had caught Wanda staring when you wore your grey sweats last week…and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

“You should tell her how you feel. I’m pretty sure she feels the same way.”

“Nat-”

“She’s over there now. Just go talk to her. Ask her out for dinner or something.”

“Nat-”

“Relax, I’ve got everything under control,” she smiled at you. “Go talk to Wanda.”

You groaned as you pushed yourself up from the hard floor. “Fine. But if this all goes wrong I’m blaming it on you!” You wiped your hands on a rag, throwing it at Nat as you headed for the door.

“It won’t!” she called from the kitchen. You shook your head, grinning as you pushed the door open and crossed the street to Latte Love. The store was closed for the evening. Inside, Wanda was cleaning up, wiping down the tables and counter like she did every evening before making her way to The Rolling Scone.

Wanda looked up as she heard the door jingle. Her exhausted face lit up at the sight of you. “Hey you,” she called. “What’s going on?”

“Not much. Just helping Nat rip up the tile in the kitchen. Contractor says he’ll be ready to go by the end of the week for that.” The words felt like cotton balls in your mouth. You never got this flustered around her but the thought of telling Wanda how you truly felt about her had your stomach tied in knots. “How was your day?”

“Good! Pietro left early for an appointment, so it’s just me closing up. I was planning on picking up Indian for dinner. Wanna join me?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Listen-”

“Oh! I got this call for this INSANE order. This lady wants twelve dozen cupcakes by Sunday. SUNDAY. Can you believe that?!”

“Wanda-”

“I mean of course you can, you’ve been doing this a lot longer than I have. But I mean we’re a coffee shop, not a bakery! I would’ve sent them to you but, well, you know, it’s a little hard to bake cupcakes when you don’t have an oven.”

“Wanda-”

“So I said ‘Sure, why the hell not?’ and I think that was a mistake because-”

“WANDA!” you said a little more aggressively than you intended.

“Yeah?” She threw her hand towel over her shoulder.

“Wanda. I, well, fuck. Sorry, I’m not good at this.” Your hands were all sweaty and your knees felt weak. “Look. What I want to say is, well, for the past few weeks we’ve…spending time with you…fuck! Why is this so hard for me to say?” You ran your fingers through your hair, frustrated that you couldn’t figure out the right words to say.

Wanda’s quizzical look slowly softened into a smile as she started to put the pieces of the puzzle together. She looked down at the ground, biting her lip as she threw the towel on the counter right before she jumped up on it, spun around, and hopped off on the other side. She walked right over to you, stopping less than a foot away as she looked up into your eyes.

“You know, for an emotionally suppressed type of guy, you’re pretty cute when you get all flustered,” she teased.

“Wanda, I-”

Before you could finish your thought, Wanda grabbed your waist, leaned in, and kissed you. Your hands somehow found their way to the back of her neck, palms resting on her cheeks as you cupped her head. Every single coherent thought you had flew out of your brain the second her lips touched yours. They were just as sweet as you imagined they’d be. You smiled into her lips, eternally grateful that she had been the one to initiate this in the first place. She smiled back as you deepened it, capturing her bottom lip between yours. There was no need for talking, no need for any other explanation. The dance between your lips told the entire story: you were hers, and she was yours. The knot in your stomach burst into a million butterflies as every touch ignited a burning sense of desire within you.

“Wanda, I-” you somehow managed to choke out as she began to kiss the side of your neck.

“There’s a couch in the office and the door locks,” she mumbled. Her lips grazed your sensitive skin as she spoke and it took everything in you not to let out an offensive moan.

“Lead the way.” Wanda grabbed your hand and dragged you behind the counter and through the kitchen to the small office in the back of the shop. You slammed the door shut behind you as Wanda pinned you to it, locking the door with one hand before bringing it back up to roam your body. She slammed her lips into yours as you grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against your body. The contact sent a surge of energy through your groin and you knew it would be only a matter of moments before your shorts became unbearably uncomfortable.

You explored her body as you kissed her, tracing over every curve as she moaned into your mouth at the sensual contact. She was heavenly. You decided to change up the intensity of your make out session, swiping your tongue over her lower lip. She willingly opened up and allowed your tongue to explore hers.

Before you realized it, Wanda’s hands made their way down your body to the front of your shorts. She unbuttoned them, stopping right afterwards to palm your throbbing erection. You nibbled on her bottom lip as she fondled you and she smiled into your mouth in response. As she pulled your pants and boxers down, you pulled off your t-shirt and threw it off to the side.

“You’re beautiful,” Wanda whispered as she looked at your naked body for the first time. She ran her hands over your toned biceps, strong and wiry from years of kneading dough, and your pecs, down your toned stomach before reaching your cock. She grabbed it with one hand, stroking it gently as she dropped to her knees.

“Wanda,” you groaned as she worked her hands up and down your shaft. Pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she lined up her mouth with your tip and swallowed the first part of your penis. She swirled her tongue around your tip, coating it in saliva before removing her mouth and using it as lube to jack you off. Your knees felt weak as she took you in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down your entire length. She sucked and licked and swirled your cock, hollowing her cheeks as she took you down her throat. The noises that came from her mouth as she gagged on your length were sinful, but it only made you want her that much more.

At one point she reached for your hand, placing it on the back of her head. You took that as a sign to do what you wanted, so you moved her head up and down at a speed you liked. You moaned as you felt the familiar fire burning within you, spurred on by the way Wanda’s eyes watered as she let you fuck her throat. She grabbed onto your thighs as you pounded into her, nails digging into your flesh as she looked up at you with those pleading green eyes.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned as Wanda ripped your hand away from her head, bringing her other hand up to jack you off as she sucked on your tip. The sudden suction and added stimulation immediately caused you to tumble over the edge as you released down her throat. She greedily swallowed every last drop. Having her suck you off like that was a life-changing experience.

Wanda sat back on her heels, wiping the drool from her chin as she gasped for air. “Nice cock,” she chuckled. “Hope it feels as good as it tastes.”

“Why don’t we find out?” you teased, offering your hand to her as she stood up. “But I think you’ve got too many clothes on for that.”

“I think we can take care of that,” Wanda smirked, reaching down to pull her shirt over her head. “Want to get my pants?” she asked as she reached behind her to undo her bra.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” you joked as you unbuttoned her jeans. You slid both them and her panties down her legs before she kicked them off. “Wow,” you said, taking a step back to admire her.

“Like what you see, tiger?”

“Wanda, I’m sure you’ve heard this a million times, but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Wanda blushed a deep shade of crimson at your words. It wasn’t an exaggeration. She was absolutely gorgeous.

“Thank you,” she whispered sheepishly as she sat on the couch.

You sat down next to her, your eyes darting from one part of her nude figure to the other before you settled back on her lips. Leaning forward, you kissed her as she fell back on the couch. It didn’t take much to shift your position so that you were completely on top of her. You relished the taste of her lips as you kissed and you wanted to savor the sensation of every second.

“Fuck,” you murmured as you reached a hand down between her legs. “You’re absolutely soaked, Wanda.” She whined as you drew a finger up the length of her cunt, teasing around her engorged clit. “You do that to me every day. I go home soaking wet and fuck myself thinking about how good you’d feel inside me.” She bucked her hips against your hand, desperate to relieve the ache building within her. “God, I want you in me so bad, Y/N.”

“Jesus,” you whispered through gritted teeth as your erection swelled at her words. “And here I was trying to figure out how to tell you how the first thing I do every morning is jack off to the thought of you.”

“I guess we both have filthy minds then,” she grinned. Her face was flushed with arousal, the redness spreading down her neck and onto her breasts. “Fuck!” she exclaimed as you dipped a finger ever so slightly inside her before quickly pulling out. “Please just fuck me!”

“You’re cute when you beg,” you sighed as you lined yourself up with her entrance. You teased her with your tip, rubbing it up and down her slit and over her lips and clit before barely pushing your head in. She whined, rolling her hips in a feeble effort to lower herself onto you.

“Y/N please-” Wanda’s words turned into a sharp cry as you slammed your entire length inside her. Her pussy was absolute heaven. She was warm and wet, her slick velvety walls engulfing you and squeezing in all the right places.

“Oh my fucking god,” you croaked. You laid over her for a minute, trying to regroup yourself enough so you wouldn’t immediately blow your load inside her. As she adjusted to your intrusion and you calmed yourself down, you began to roll your hips against her, thrusting in and out.

“Shit,” she gasped. Wanda rolled her hips in time with yours, meeting you as you thrust your length all the way inside her. You continued at a steady pace, the sounds of her wet pussy being the only noise in the room.

“Are you okay?” you asked, noticing Wanda’s eyes were screwed shut.

“Feels really good. Can you go faster?” Not wanting to disappoint, you began to pound into her. Her mouth gaped open at your newfound intensity as she reached up to wrap her arms and legs around you. “Oh fuck, right there.”

The couch shook under the duress of your movements. You pounded into Wanda, her tight hole stretching perfectly around your cock with every thrust. Sweat beaded on your forehead as you grunted from exertion. Your moans and groans, along with the squelching of Wanda’s pussy, filled the room. As you pounded into her cunt, your cock disappearing within her wet folds, Wanda’s moans became louder and more erratic. “You close, baby girl?”

Wanda nodded, wrapping her legs tighter around your midsection. “My clit,” she choked out. You helped her move one of her arms from your back to the sensitive spot. She circled it furiously, a loud groan tearing from her chest. “Faster,” she commanded.

You doubled down on your efforts and hammered into her dripping cunt. The way her walls fluttered and clenched around you told you she wasn’t far away from her orgasm. The way she tightened around you sent that familiar coil through your lower abdomen. It wouldn’t be much longer until you reached your climax as well.

“I’m gonna cum,” she whined. You pounded into her as fast as you could, groaning as your hips slammed against her swollen pussy. Her hand circled her clit furiously. Wanda came with a loud groan, her back arching off the couch as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed down on her. Her walls throbbed and clenched rhythmically around you, the intense sensation finally causing you to cum as you released your thick load of cum deep inside her. Wanda dug her nails deep into your back as you absolutely ruined her.

“Fuck I love you,” you gasped as you collapsed on top of her from sheer exhaustion. Blood pounded in your ears and black dots peppered your vision as you recovered from the best orgasm you ever had.

“You love me?” Wanda asked, her eyes blown wide with desire from the afterglow of her incredible orgasm.

“Shit, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that.” A sense of panic overtook you as you stared down at Wanda.

“No it’s okay. I mean, I feel the same way,” she admitted, smiling back up at you.

“Really?”

“Mmhmm”

You chuckled as you leaned down to kiss her. “Guess I have to quit my job now.”

Wanda looked at you with a confused expression. “What?” she asked as she cocked an eyebrow.

“I told everyone that they’d be fired if they slept with you, so I guess I’ve gotta quit.”

“I love you,” Wanda giggled as she shook her head.

************************************************

“So let me get this straight: we’re merging with Latte Love after you threatened to fire us if we talked to Wanda?” Sam crossed his arms as he sat on the newly reconstructed front counter. You had called the team together to announce the new business venture you were about to embark on.

“Okay first off I only threatened to fire you if you slept with her. Talking to her would’ve resulted in a stern talking to and overnight donut duty for a week. Second, it's not a merger so much as it is a partnership. Both businesses will operate independent of one another, but now we’re going to start carrying some of their baked goods,” you explained. Everyone looked at you in utter disbelief, unable to fathom your sudden shift in the way you viewed Latte Love.

“What changed?” Nat asked, tapping her pen against the table.

“Oh you know…stuff…things,” you murmured sheepishly as your face reddened.

“Oh my god!” Nat’s eyes widened in realization as she stood up. “You slept with her!”

“Dude what?! That’s so -” Peter exclaimed before Sam slapped his hand over his mouth to shut him up. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you looked up at the ceiling. Natasha was laughing at the irony of the whole situation before she lambasted you with questions.

“How long has this been going on? Wait, was it a one time thing? Oh, it was definitely the time I made you go over there to talk to her when we were ripping up the floor. And you told me you two just talked. Talking my ass…Is this a business deal, like sex in exchange for pastries? Are you two a thing? I should’ve guessed with how much time you’ve been spending over there and how you never want to do anything fun with me anymo-”

“Nat, will you please shut up?!” Her endless questions were exasperating. Yes, you and Wanda were in fact a thing but you hadn’t told anyone about it. You hadn’t even told Nat about your back office hookup even though it happened two months ago. There was so much going on with rebuilding the bakery and dealing with insurance claims that you wanted to keep this part of your life private. “I just think it’d be a good idea for both of us, maximize our profits, boost both of our busin-”

“Hey babe, is there any way you can come help me with the rest of the-” Wanda paused as she barged in on your team meeting. “Oh hi guys!”

“Mmhmm, it’s definitely good for both of you,” Nat smirked as she took a sip of her coffee. You shot her a warning look while Wanda stood utterly oblivious to the scene unfolding around her. “Go on, go help your girlfriend with whatever she needs. I’ll show Peter how to do the bagels.”

You smiled at Wanda as you headed toward the door. “So what do you need my help with?”

“Nothing,” Wanda responded as she reached for your hand. “Just wanted to spend some time with my favorite guy.”

“Don’t let Pietro hear you say that.”

“That’s okay, he already knows.” She squeezed your hand reassuringly as you crossed the street.

You smiled as her grip tightened around your hand. Six months ago there was no way to predict that the woman who ruined your life would ultimately become the greatest thing that ever happened to you. As you crossed the threshold from your bakery to her cafe, you were grateful to be able to call The Rolling Scone, Latte Love, and Wanda home.

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httpseiki · 1 year

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Hello hello! First time requesting! Can I get prompt 68 from fluff and 29 from smut where reader and Han are besties and one night they get together for movie night and find out they have feelings for each other? I love your fluffy smuts the most you are one of my favorite writers! No rush at all but I’m excited to see what you come up with 😍

building forts and confessions.

han jisung x fem!bsf!reader

note: hi lovely!! glad to be ur first request page(?)!!! and yes, fluffy smut is my fav genre too, I have like 15 drafts with soft dom lino, aaanywayyy, hope you'll enjoy this heheheheee. and I might also make a part two to this one, who knooowssss :)))

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ the prompts!!

29. "don’t tempt me"

68. “Let’s build a fort!”

tw: afab!reader, NSFW content, ftl obvi🙄, mentions of alcohol and drinking, pining, teasing, slight nipple play(?), oral sex, slight fingering, orgasm denial. might make a part 2 out of this, who knows:))

song choice: cupid - fifty fifty

"I made us popcorn!!" han announces, running from the kitchen.

you smiled at his childish behaviour, telling him to be careful not to drop them. he sits back on the couch next to you and places the bowl in your lap.

"ugh, this month's session was terrible!" you groan, placing your feet on the small coffee table.

"and you're the one talking," he leans after the remote. "I had to finish a whole fucking mixtape in less than two weeks!"

you giggle at his exasperated facial expression. you exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding when the corner of his lips turned upwards. there is it, the smile that has your stomach turning upside down.

"sucks to be you, I guess, " you stuff your mouth with popcorn.

han scoffs, turning on TV to search for something to watch.

"oh, there's this movie that was released yesterday," he says. "I wanted us to watch it in premiere, but we went to that party."

you hum, waiting for him to finish the struggle of writing the name of the japanese movie. jisung has a thing for watching things in premiere. three days ago, when you told him about the party your classmate was throwing, he got a bit upset at the idea of not being the first people to see it.

the party was lit, though. you danced all night, it was exactly what you needed. the alcohol ran through the air as everyone got more than drunk. you did get tired of the crowd faster than your friends, so you opted to sit on the balcony, next to jisung, who was just as drained of energy.

the moonlight was shining on your faces as you talked about nonsense. that was the moment you realised just how dear he was to you. that you actually like him more than you expected to. your heartbeat suddenly went up to the thought that jisung was probably not seeing you more than just his best friend.

you hid your heartache until now, but being next to him since last night was terribly tensionate.if that's a real word. you sigh, not focusing on the movie at all.

"what's bothering you?" his voice was soft, yet tot you, it felt like sirens roaring through the night.

"nothing... "

he nods and turns his head back to the tv. you liked how he never pressured you onto telling him anything.

his hair was so soft, though. not that you touched it, but it looked so nice to run your hand through... and his round glasses atop of his nose. the way his eyes gleamed...

you tilt your head, how could someone be so endearing?

"okay," han turns towards you, "you're not interested in the movie, aren't you?"

"oh, no. no, no, no- I mean, yes. yes, of course I am, I-"

you stop your blabbering when he starts laughing, a stupid smirk drawn on his face.

"am I that attractive to you?"

"what?" your eyes widen.

"you're literally scanning me inch by inch, " he runs a hand through his perfect locks.

"dont bring your high school self out," you sigh, folding your arms.

he knows what he's doing. he wants to get you flustered, that's why he's laughing again. this seems incredibly funny to him. how your cheeks were bright pink and shining. how your leg was bouncing. it was all funny to him.

"fine, I'll stop, I'll stop," han adds, manspreading closer to you. "but just say you're not that interested in the movie."

....

nothing.

"── ? cmon, I was just jokiiiiing" he whines.

nothing.

again.

"sweetcheeks, why are you like this???" he coos when pinching your face.

he gasps when you push his hand off of your face, contemplating whatovr to do next.

"oh, I know what will get you to speak," his expression lights up. "let's build a fort!!"

the happy look he was displaying was slowly falling while awaiting your response. jisung felt like hours, even decades, were passing by, as he watched your eyes settle upon him,

"ok, fine," you finally give in.

he sits up, jumping and clapping. then you get to work. you go to his bedroom to bring more pillows as he demolishes the couch.

"there you go," he finally sits down, "isn't it so cozy?"

"yeh, a bit crowded but yeah," you both giggle.

the fort didn't end up especially spaceous. you were sitting on your knees, facing jisung who did the same, legs touching.

"so, did you know that frogs drink water through their skin?"

"what the hell, jisung?" you burst into a fit of laughter.

"yeah, I'm not joking!!!" he protests.

"I'm sorry, they what?"

"drink water through their skin!"

the seriousness he displayed only amused you more, body throwing itself on him, the sudden movements shook the fort.

"and they eat through it too??"

"no, I'm ju-"

you stopped breathing. oh, he was so close. a pillow behind you was threatening to fall, so han leaned in towards you to catch it. his face was just centimeters away from you, noses touching. his eyes were fixated on your lips, and you smiled,

"you really want to kiss me, huh?"

it was your turn to get him back for the teasing of earlier.

"don't tempt me."

heat was rushing up, as his words betrayed himself, since he attached his lips to yours immediately. it was so sudden, a yelp left you. you couldn't complain though, he was so good at kissing.

it didn't take long for you to sync, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, deepening.

"j-jisung, I... " you say breathlessly.

he hums.

"you, what?" he grabs your chin when you look away, embarrased.

"I don't know..." you avoid telling him.

"you do, spit it out."

how you hated how he always pressured you to tell him. you were pathetic to think he would return the feelings. and you didn't want to ruin your whole friendship, even if he just kissed you, it didn't mean nothing, you guess,

"plus, how do you tell your best friend you're in love with them?"

"... just like that," han whispers.

your blood turned cold, you just thought out loud. your instinct was to apologise, but you were cut off by him kissing you again.

this time, it was more heated, tongues colliding. your fingers got tangled in his hair, and it was soft. you pulled at his locks, earning a whine from him.

jisung went down to your neck, placing wet kisses down to your collarbones. you tried your best to keep in your moans, small sounds escaping every time he sucked too harshly at certain spots.

his hands played with the hem of your hoodie, tips of his fingers tracing the goosebumps of your hot skin. not long after, he took it off, revealing your bare chest.

"oh my god, you're driving me crazy," jisung chuckles.

you fall on your back when his hot mouth attached itself to your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over it. his thumb toyed with the other one, moans spilling out of you.

"sung..."

"too far?" he raises his head to look at your face.

"no, continue, pleaseee... " you push his head back to your skin.

jisung obeys, biting on your sensitive buds. at this point, your pajama shorts were probably leaking with your own arousal. as if he read your mind, he cupped your pussy. you whine, needing more. his fingers rubbed your clit, air hitching in your lungs. he was already bringing you to see stars.

"can I, sweetheart?" han asks for consent before taking the further step.

"yeah, sure, " you agree, "just..."

his glance never searched for yourd this quickly ever. what did he do wrong?

"i-it's my first time doing something like this... "

jisung smiles, placing a kiss in your forehead. he promised to be gentle.

his fingers pushed down the soft material of your shorts, revealing your soaked cunt. the cold air of midnight hit you hard, making you squeeze your thighs. his palms parted them, thumb rubbing at your skin. you watched as he lowered himself, positioning himself between your legs.

"jisung~" you moan at the feeling of his tongue on your clit.

han swirled it around your folds, slurping the mess you left on yourself.

han growls when you push his face deeper, one hand grabbing your hips to stabilise you, while the other traced the outline of your nub, before entering two fingers inside your desperate hole.

"shit, you feel so tight~" he sighs.

he starts moving his wrist faster. your eyes were fixed on his furrowed brows and how they complement his face so well.

"how does it feel, lovely?"

"s'good, " you answer between pants, "don't stop, please."

jisung hummed, suddenly going knuckles deep. you almost scream when his pace also picked up. a warm knot felt heavy inside you, and as if feeling it as well, han stopped every ministration,

"sorry, babes, " he apologizes while getting up to undress himself, "you're only gonna be coming over my cock."

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Hi! I am a huge fan of your work and might have just binged all of your TBB fics in preparation for the season 2 premiere 🙈 during my indulgence I read through your kink list and the “helmet stays on” one really got me thinking how the batch (or any clone for that matter, I love them all so much) might use their helmets, maybe as a way to limit their partner’s senses (it seems like a fun combo between dom/sub and an armor kink)

Anyways, whether or not you use this prompt, I am always looking forward to your next fic!! Whatever you are willing to share with us I am more than happy to read 💕 Sorry for the anon, I’m still a little shy about being horny on main lol

Author's note: This has got to be one of the sweetest asks I've ever gotten, I'm so glad you enjoyed my stuff enough to binge it!! (also don't be shy about not wanting to be horny on main, there's no obligation to be. Anon is on for a reason)

But since you mentioned senses, of course the first person I think of is Hunter; And it's been a hot minute since I've done something for him so, why not? I hope this is up your alley!

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Pre-established relationship, Armor kink, Helmet kink aka "the helmet stays on", Very light Dom/Sub dynamics, Clothed sex, Semi-public sex(supply closet), Quickie, Some light sensory overload on Hunter's part

It wasn’t your idea to stay behind at Cyd’s, not in the slightest. The last mission had run you ragged, and so Hunter had effectively forced you to stay back for this one, and give some time to recover. But you still had to admit- The rest was an incredible luxury that you couldn’t refuse.

Though it had taken well over an hour of tossing and turning to get to sleep at first; You’d grown quite quickly used to the sounds of five other people’s breathing, Wrecker’s snoring, and Tech’s mumbling. Without the unique symphony of the Marauder as a lullaby, it had taken a bit to finally nod off.

When you woke up that first night, it was instantly noticeable how much better your body felt. To have a night without waking up multiple times because of shift changes, or emergencies, and to just actually let your body shut down and recover. But as the days went by that became less noticeable; And instead, a tense worry began to replace it.

It’s hard not to worry about them, especially now that you aren’t beside them. They’ve been barely footsteps from you for so long to have them all this far away for so long is eating at you. Especially Hunter. You miss him, miss the way he’d sometimes sneak into your bunk and lay with you for awhile before everyone else woke up. Or how he’ll sometimes walk behind you and press his face against the top of your head, sneaking a small moment while no one is looking.

At least working around Cyd’s keeps you somewhat busy, and she lets you keep a small portion of the tips in exchange for keeping the bar running smoothly. It’s something;

Especially considering the last time you all ran out of credits you had to sell Echo.

It’s late tonight; The bar is empty after the last patron drank his weight and stumbled out, falling onto the sidewalk before recovering enough to toddle on home. Now you’re just cleaning glasses, counting tips and trying to keep busy. It’s tedious, mindless work, but it keeps your hands and head busy enough.

Busy enough until Cyd suddenly shouts from the back, having apparently seen something of note on one of the security cameras.

“Hey! The Dream Team is back!” Cyd emerges from the backroom counting something in her hand, while she jerks her head in the direction of the front.

“Keep your man busy while I count my credits, will you?”

They enter through the front mere seconds after she finishes speaking, Wrecker holding the desired loot in both arms. He starts moving to drop it in Cyd’s room in the back, while you dart past him and yell:

“Hunter!”

You instantly run for him, until you reach him and suddenly stop; Trying to brush it off and just smile.

“Oh, so how come only he gets the welcome party!?”

Wrecker, halfway to the backroom scoffs and crosses his arms, before Echo starts pushing him and Tech away. You had turned around, looking at them embarrassed.

“Lets just give them a bit.”

Tech goes his own way, nose deep in his datapad while Wrecker, Echo, and Omega all shuffle into one of the bar’s booths. You stay close to Hunter however, standing with only a short distance between each of your chests still only a few steps from the entryway.

It’s well been established for awhile now that there is absolutely something going on between you and Hunter, but everyone has pretty much elected to act as if there isn’t. Or at least, that they can’t see it. You don’t do anything that would ever hint at you being romantic within sight of the others, but the looks you share and the undertones are so obvious that everyone had eventually realized.

The whole thing is, complicated. For far more reasons that just your current predicament.

Both of you finally move away from the entry, moving to sit on one of the bar stools. Hunter takes the one right next to you, sitting his helmet on the bar and turning your way.

“I’m sure you’re happy everyone managed to not get injured.” Hunter’s giving a tiny smirk, watching as you roll your eyes at him.

“I wasn’t upset you guys got hurt because it was inconvenient, I was upset because I don’t like seeing you guys get hurt.” You don’t like seeing any of them deal with pain, no matter how hard they all try and shrug it off. You’re just as guilty of the same, though as the person treating others, you’ll always have an excuse for why it doesn’t apply to yourself. You jerk a head in the direction of the booth that the rest of the batch is sitting at; Tech having returned from where ever and is now sitting next to Wrecker.

“At least for them. For you I don’t mind as much, because then I can kiss it better.” Hunter coughs, looking away for a moment and shaking his head. You can see the way his lips twitch as if he wants to say something, but can’t quite figure out how to put it.

“You…” He shakes his head, letting you see a small smirk. “Glad to hear I’ll be getting your special beside manner.”

Sometimes it catches him off guard some of the things you say, especially so casually.

In his moment of looking away from you, your eyes instead turn focus onto his helmet; Which is staring back at you from on the bar top, tinted visor reflecting the scene it’s staring at. When you reach a hand out to grab it Hunter watches, as you hold it hovering over your lap. It looks so normal and lifeless here, but there’s something about when it’s on, that it almost seems like it holds emotion; No matter how silly it sounds.

“I never noticed that you copied your tattoo on your helmet…”

You hold it in your hands, thumb brushing over the scuffed paint. The paint isn’t solid; Patches of the helmets original color peak through the brushed streaks of lighter grey. It gives his helmet a ghostly look, which suits him.

In fact, suits him very well.

It’s a complete spur of the moment decision that has you sliding off the barstool, and grabbing Hunter by the hand. He follows and while confused, takes your lead, walking through the bar and towards the back. Hopefully before anyone notices.

They do of course, but Echo is smart enough to keep anyone from questioning your antics.

Hunter watches as you pull him in the direction of the supply closet, closing the door and pushing something in front of it- a crate. It’s small and compact in here, but it’s quiet. And it’s private; Which is the main appeal.

And it’s here you take quick use of that, as the moment the door is fully shut you step towards Hunter and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours for but a moment.

“Now that we’re alone; Did everything go well, Sargent?”

Well you’re certainly playing with fire now, he knows that well.

“Everyone’s on one piece, and we got what we needed.” He knows that isn’t really what you’re asking, but it’s amusing to watch you look at him like this anyways. You know that if you want him you can just ask, but it’s far more fun to play around. Especially after them being gone for admittedly not all that long; But after being around him every moment, it feels like forever.

In his quick glance over you he can see you’re still holding his helmet in your hands, having carried it with you in your rush. It’s pressing against your chest, as you look down at it.

Hunter is watching you intently, the way your fingers look so gentle over his helmet. Before he can say anything however you lean up, and quickly plop the helmet on his head.

“You look good with it on.” His chest is pressing against your own, unyielding, unmovable plastoid armor against your skin. He hasn’t taken one bit of armor off since they returned, he hasn’t had the chance to. He can hear your heart pumping faster in your chest, wanton as you look up at him. His senses never lie, no matter how much you can try to hide it.

He’s used it to his advantage with you, but it’s almost proven to be his weakness. There’s been times where you’ve overwhelmed his senses so much that he can barely stand it; Both intentional and not. In theory he could cut it off if it ever felt like too much, but he doesn’t.

You know that part of him likes it, and the feeling of being so close but unable to fulfill his senses that drives him borderline insane.

You can feel his hands sliding down your back, moving to wrap around your hips as your thighs spread apart enough to let him in. Instantly he steps between them, pressing his body tight against yours. Once you’re as close as you can one of his hands comes up to palm your chest through your shirt, though he’s unable to free them due to the nature of your outfit. At least not easily, though part of him more than enjoys the way your push into him, silently pleading for more.

He won’t give it to you that easy, not after so many times you’ve done him in the same.

He feels your nipple harden through the fabric of his glove, while your pupils dilate and skin flushes hotter. One of your hands even moves to grasp at his wrist and press it harder onto you, as your breath leaves a fog on his armor.

“You don’t even know how much I’ve missed you, Hunter.”

He can smell you want him, even though his helmet it’s so obvious it overwhelms his senses.

When you attempt to work around your outfit and take off your top, Hunter stops you; And you look up to see your reflection in the tinted visor of his helmet.

“Turn around.”

There’s no way to describe the way your cunt clenches at the way he says those words, distorted by his helmet in a way that makes it sound even more erotic.

Lifting up off the crate you’d been sitting on your turn around, attempting to quickly undo your belt in the process and abandoning the idea of undoing your top. While doing so, you swear you can hear his breathing through his helmet, ragged and already coming undone. It only worsens as he sees your pants pull down and wrap around your knees, the fabric of your underwear contrasting with the color of your skin.

It almost is too much, the way he feels so hot and tight underneath his armor and his own breaths echo inside his helmet.

His fingers are frantic as he peels away the only thing impeding him, hearing his groinplate clank on the ground. He may want to take off more, but the sight of you whining for him keeps him from doing so.

He grinds his clothed cock against you, the clear outline pressing against your ass. You quickly demand more, aching and empty.

“Hunter, please… Come on.” He stills, and ignores the way you attempt to demand him continue.

“You don’t get to say that. Not after what you did on the Marauder.”

That makes you smile, remembering how much you had teased him until he snapped. You feel the way he finally moves the fabric of his body glove aside just enough to free his cock, feeling it lay against your cunt. He feels so hot it almost makes you jolt, body tighten as he grinds against you.

Only a short while later does he slowly attempt to press the tip of his cock inside of you, listening to the way you gasp. Your toes curl in your boots, and you can’t control the way you suddenly jolt when the cold plastoid of his thigh armor brushes against the bare skin of you ass. Hunter abruptly stops, having felt your body stiffen.

“You ok?” He asks when he feels you jolt and tighten around him, his hands around your hips loosening their grip.

“Yeah; Your armor is so cold…”

It feels good, but it was just a shock to have it suddenly against your skin. But now knowing he has the green light, he slowly pulls part way out of you before slowly thrusting forward and pulling your hips enough to meet him halfway.

The feeling of so many sounds echoing in his helmet has his senses on overdrive, not even considering how loud everything might be in the room itself. It isn’t as if you’re being particularly quiet; Moaning his name as he slams his cock into you. At least the door is made of metal, and it’s unlike any of quieter sounds will pierce it.

Apart from perhaps the shaky moan you let out as he presses against a bundle of nerves deep inside your cunt, enough to have you almost seeing stars.

“Shit,”

His helmets distorts his voice, making it seem almost more gritted, angrier than normal. It amplifies how tense he sounds, almost as much as his body as you feel his armor hit the back of your thighs as he fucks you.

But Gods do you want to turn around and kiss him, feel his skin on you so badly but he won’t let you; Depriving you of the sensation. Even if the unforgiving coldness of his armor feels so good too. It’s enough to have you speak up, hissing through your teeth for more.

“Fuck, Hunter… You can go harder…”

His fingers tighten around your hips, watching the way your top has bunched around the middle of your back.

“What, all the sudden you’re open to pleas of mercy?” Your throat tightens.

Of course now is the time he decides to get you back a bit for torturing his senses while stuck in the Marauder, and he’d pleaded for you to stop. You hadn’t listened, and now it seems he’s going to attempt to let you feel just a fraction of what you’d done to him.

It seems unfair; Unable to kiss him or touch his skin while he fucks you. Though you’d done worse to him, a man with senses multitudes stronger than your own.

“Do you, fuck… Do you want an apology?”

The edges of his thigh armor press against the skin of your ass and will more than likely leave marks, unforgiving against your much softer skin.

“No. I want you to feel what it’s like to not get what you want.”

His thrusts slow until he’s only grinding against you, feeling the way your cunt leaks all over his cock. Your thighs keep tensing as you attempt to press against him, feeling so, so close but having him deny you. You can’t feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his hands or his hair against your cheek; As he looms over your body with a black, grey and red silhouette.

He looks almost like a ghost, when you turn to look at him for just a moment. The dim, mostly broken lights of the tiny storage closet only further the illusion.

He swears he can almost hear his teeth grind against each other when he cums, filling you as you grind against him for more. His visor is becoming fogged from the amount of his hot breath, too much for the filters to try and fight against. It’s never fogged before; But granted, he’s never fucked you while he’s had it on.

He feels you cum around him, gripping the crate your bent over so tight as you intake a breath and hold it long enough he almost tells you to breath. Your fingers grip the crate your bent over with such a tight grip it almost is turning your knuckles white, seeing stars as he fucks you slowly through it all.

Gods, you missed him. Even in the short time he was gone.

When he slowly pulls out of you, you take the time to turn and sit on your bottom instead; Legs partly spread and sore.

The entire state of you looking like this almost as Hunter’s blood pumping again.

“So, can I kiss you now?” You look up at him, face red and lips ever so slightly parted. He takes off his helmet and leans down, pressing a hand against the wall behind you to support himself as he kisses you. It feels ten times more intense after being denied for so long, you can’t help the way your hands quickly around the back of his neck fingers slipping into his hair.

“I missed you too, you know.”

He mumbles it against your lips and feels the way you smile back, giving a satisfied laugh.

“Then don’t leave me behind again? Ok?”

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THE HOST: Welcome back to the Showfall After Show! As always, I have the honor of hosting on behalf of Showfall Media. For those new to Showfall, this is where we get into the nitty gritty of the volume, where we talk about our favorite moments, the unexpected twists, and of course, recognize our top-tier talents!

[applause]

TH: [laughs] Glad to hear we’re all excited! I will say, just like this was a very special volume, this is a very special After Show. For the first time ever, Showfall aired to a live audience! To celebrate that, we’re going try another first, interviewing the whole cast tonight!

[applause]

TH: I can hardly wait! And what a cast do we have tonight! Kicking off this Premiere of Showfall’s first cast interview: you were endeared to him from the moment he talked about his pet fish, you laughed at his antics, and cried when he finally died, let’s welcome Ethan Nestor!

[applause]

ETHAN NESTOR: Hello? Where am I? I thought I… I don’t understand. Please, please, can you help me?

ETHAN NESTOR: Thank you! Thank you all so much, it's really just such an honor to be here.

[applause]

TH: And we’re happy to have you, Ethan! Tell us, how did it feel, to be the first to speak on the carousel? No pressure, right? [laughs]

EN: Why are you laughing? I don’t understand. I don’t know where I am, I… I didn’t want to be there, I wanted to go home. But I

EN: [laughs] Right! No pressure at all, huh?

TH: But I’ll say you handled it with grace! We could tell you were a little nervous, do you mind telling us why that is? Was it just first day jitters, or something more?

EN: I said I want to go home! But I… I remember I went through that doorway and… oh fuck, I… I don’t know why I’m here, I don’t understand

EN: I mean, yeah, you could say first day jitters, for sure. But at the same time, some of the nerves were totally from having to plead for my life, y’know?

TH: We’ve all been there!

EN: What the fuck are you talking about?! I… I was scared out of my fucking mind, I don’t…

[audience laughter]

EN: This is just a fucking joke, huh?! I… why can’t I move? Why can’t I… I want to leave, but I can’t move, why can’t I move

EN: [laughs] I know, right? But I think I did a good job pleading my case! I… I know I got a little choked up there, which was a little embarrassing.

TH: No, no it’s not embarrassing at all! I think we all were touched by your speech about your beloved fish, Turner. Am I right, folks?

[audience ‘aw’s]

EN: Who the fuck is Turner?!

EN: I mean, I just love the little guy so much! Aw, dang, I’m… I’m getting choked up now!

TH: That’s okay, Ethan! Who could blame you? Now, I have to ask, were you disappointed when the audience didn’t pick you?

EN: A little, sure, but I understand it was some tough competition. We all wanted to make it out of there alive, you know?

TH: [laughs] So true!

EN: But it wasn’t fair, right? It… it didn’t have to be like… what the fuck is happening? I died

EN: I know it was a bit of a hiccup in the show, when the Puzzler shot Nihachu point blank–

TH: Twice!

[laughter]

EN: What about… what about the other guy? What about Vinny? He died too, he died, I died, wait. Why isn’t anyone fucking listening to me?! I died

EN: Right, [laughs] twice, but I mean, it ended up being an opportunity, huh? In the long run, of course.

TH: True, but not a very long run, am I right?

[laughter]

TH: Now, you made it pretty far, but that last puzzle you got… well, you were caught between a rock and a hard place, huh? Well, not as much as Austin was!

[laughter]

EN: He didn’t make it? None of them made it? Did I make it?

EN: I sure was, but yeah, [laughs], not as much as Austin!

TH: So, Ethan, did you have any regrets in that last moment?

EN: I just don’t fucking understand, I don’t know why I can’t move, I think I’m dead, I think I’m supposed to be dead, but I

EN: No, Host, I don’t think I did, actually. I was proud of what I did accomplish, you know, in the time I was given, I guess, actually…

TH: Oh? Is there something?

EN: Yes! Yes there’s fucking something! I should be dead! But no one can fucking hear me!

EN: I guess, I just wish I could’ve seen Turner one last time, just, looked into his little eyes…

EN: Fucking hell, this can’t be happening

TH: Do you think he was out there? Cheering you on?

EN: I thought he was supposed to be a fish

EN: I know he was. Up until the very end.

TH: Beautifully put, Ethan. Thank you so much for coming out tonight. Can we give him another round, folks?

[applause]

EN: Wait! Wait, don’t! Don’t take me away again! Please, why can’t I just go? Why didn’t I die? Why can’t anyone hear me?!

EN: It was my pleasure!

[applause]

TH: What a fun start to the evening! Unemployed or not, that lovable scamp sure touched our hearts, right folks?

[applause]

TH: We've got plenty more interviews to come!

TH: Next in the line up, a hoarder full of tricks, you cheered when he succeeded, and laughed at his hilarious misfortune, give it up for the comic relief, Vinny Vinesauce!

VINNY VINESAUCE: How's it going tonight, everybody?

[laughter]

TH: Welcome!

VV: Did I make it? I was… I made it across the room, is this what comes after? Did I make it?

VV: It’s great to be here!

TH: So, Vinny, you served as a spur of the moment stand in for Nihachu, am I right?

VV: She was dead. A woman died, why are you acting like it didn’t matter

VV: Yeah, yeah I did!

TH: How did it feel, having to hop in last minute; challenging? Exciting? Did you feel ready?

VV: She was dead. That scared me, I know it did, so why

VV: Well, I felt pretty lucky. I was given an opportunity! I mean, not gonna lie, I was a little thrown off when I came into the candy room and saw her corpse, but I got into the groove of things pretty quick!

TH: You definitely did! I think we were all blown away with how you surprised us in the laser room.

VV: I made it across, it… it doesn’t make sense, but I did, right? So, does that mean I get to live? Is that what this is? Hello? Are you guys hearing me at all?

VV: It surprised me too!

[laughter]

TH: But you’d done it before, yes? Isn’t that what you said?

VV: When?

VV: Yeah! Of course, lots of times.

TH: So what surprised you, then?

VV: I mean, I gotta say I was a little surprised about the twist after that!

TH: Oh, skipping right to your ending, huh? I know we all got a laugh after you got your head crushed by that anvil! What were you thinking in those last moments?

VV: I’m dead. Oh my god, wait, I remember, I’m actually fucking dead, so how am I

VV: Mostly just, ‘oh no’.

[laughter]

TH: Of course! Thanks for coming out, Vinny! Don’t let an anvil hit you on the way out!

VV: [laughs] I’ll do my best!

TH: Let’s give it up for Vinny one last time, cheers to him getting through his hoarding problem and showing up!

[applause]

TH: Now, moving on to the fan favorite, our female lead, the nicest girl around, Niki Nihachu!

NIKI NIHACHU: What’s… what’re you doing? What are you saying? Did you say female lead? Because I was the only girl there?

NIKI NIHACHU: Hi, Host! Hi! How are you all doing?

TH: Oh, we’re doing just great, Niki! How are you doing? No tears yet today?

NN: No, no I’m not crying, I’m fucking pissed off, okay? I did what I was told, I… I played nice and I got taken out of the game early.

NN: [giggles] No, not yet!

TH: So, Niki, how did it feel when the audience picked you?

NN: I should have kept going and it’s not fucking fair.

NN: Oh, I was so relieved, Host. I couldn’t believe it!

TH: Really? But you’re so nice! How could they not pick you?

NN: Are we not going to fucking talk about how I got cheated?! I… I was shot! I… wait, wait I was shot, so…

NN: I don’t know, there were so many cool, impressive people they could have picked, and I’m just, you know, a girl who wanted to live!

[audience ‘aw’s]

NN: I wanted to live! I still want to live! I’m here! I’m in here, I don’t… I don’t know how, but I’m still alive! Last time, I tried, I told you all I was still alive, he shot me and I was still fucking alive!

TH: And that’s all you need to be, Niki.

NN: I was still alive! I could’ve lived, and he… he shot me again! He shot me again, and you let him! You all let him kill me!

NN: Thank you, I’m touched.

TH: Now, I don’t mean to press, but do you want to maybe talk about how you got a little… well, over emotional, at the start there? We won’t blame you, a sweet girl like you, of course you’d cry when told you were going to be blown up!

NN: I… That was me. No, it’s not… I remember doing that. It wasn’t you all making me, I was breaking down because I didn’t want to die, and then you.. You made me stop. How did you make me stop?!

NN: Oh, now I’m embarrassed!

TH: Aw, I bet some of the boys would’ve cried too if they were pushed a little further!

NN: [giggles] I guess I’m just sensitive!

NN: Why do I get ‘giggle’ when all the rest just laugh? Why’d you turn me into this?! Why did you… I don’t understand, I’m just… You made me weak. All that could come through was the tears, I couldn’t fight. How did you do that?

TH: Now, could we, real quick, talk about our little mishap at the end of your run?

NN: Oh, sure, but I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. Accidents happen! I’m sure the Puzzler didn’t mean anything by it when he pulled the trigger!

TH: Twice!

NN: [giggles] Yes, twice! But still, I don’t want to make a fuss, it’s really alright!

TH: Aw, that’s so nice of you, Niki!

NN: I try!

TH: Now– Oh! Are you feeling alright, Niki?

NN: Hm? What?

TH: You’re crying.

NN: Oh! [giggle] I don’t know why I’m doing that! It’s really fine! It's no trouble, really. I'm fine!

NN: I want to live… please, please someone help me, I want to live. Please! Please, someone fucking help me! Please! I didn’t want to die! This isn’t fair!

TH: Well, thank you so much for coming out, Niki, and being your sweet self.

NN: I don’t want to die. Please don’t make me go, please, it’s not fair! I want to live! Please.

NN: Thank you, Host! I’m just so happy I could make everyone’s days just a little brighter. I’m just so happy.

NN: Please. I'm scared

NN: I'm just so happy.

TH: Wasn’t she lovely, folks? Let’s give her another round of applause!

[applause]

TH: Let’s move on to an old favorite! You all loved his apathy, his disdain, his witty quips, his bromance with his co-star, give it up for Sneegsnag!

SNEEGSNAG: Hey. What's up? Uh, crazy to be here tonight. Just crazy.

TH: Are you sure you feel that way? You sound pretty uninterested, Sneeg!

[laughter]

S: I’m still here. How the fuck am I still here?!

S: Ha, well, you know me. I’m just kinda chill about it all, right?

TH: That you are! Now, Sneeg, compared to some of your costars, we got to see more of you! What was it like working on Episode 1?

S: Help! One of you, fucking help me! All of you! Just stop sitting there doing nothing!

S: I mean, it was cool. It was chill. Being in a cage like, forever kinda sucked, but me and Frank made it work. That was before the show technically started, though.

TH: Right, Frank! Your zany co-star! Word on the street is he was popular on set!

S: Frank, man! Frank is the best. He’s like, so funny and definitely has the best comebacks out of… out of anybody!

TH: You and Frank particularly were close, right? Some might even call it a bromance?

S: I mean, yeah, you spend all of your living memory up until that point in a tiny cage with the guy, it forges a bond. Without Frank, I probably would’ve tried to kill myself. Like, just from the boredom part, not even counting that demon dude showing up sometimes.

TH: I mean, you wouldn’t be alone, that’s what Frank did!

[laughter]

S: There was a corpse in the room with me, all that time and I didn’t even know it. I was in that cage for so fucking long, as long as… I dunno. I don’t remember before that. It was… it was a skeleton, but then… then I could see it, could see him, and the smell, fucking christ, the smell

S: [laughs] Yeah, I guess. The middle part of the show wasn’t so bad. It was kinda fun ragging on Ranboo. He sorta sucked as a hero at the beginning.

TH: A hero’s journey is about growth, Sneeg!

S: Yeah. Guess so. Like, he couldn’t even stop me from getting ripped apart by that stupid shark thing. I mean, he totally saw me screaming! Psh.

S: No, no I don’t want to remember that part, I don’t want to remember any of it, that fucking thing looking like a joke but the pain was real, the pain when it dragged me through the wall and started tearing

TH: True! And not long before, the two of you went Mano a Mano! Was that fun to film?

S: Huh? Oh, yeah, I dunno. Don’t remember that bit. Got slimed. Sorta shoved me out of my body for a little.

TH: Right, of course! The slime! Was the goop the worst part about that day on set, do you think?

S: It’s not slime! Please, any of you, I fucking saw it! It’s… it’s not fucking slime.

S: No, no if I’m not gonna say spending all of my living memory in a cage I’d probably say the bit where I stood still for eight hours.

TH: You weren’t entertained by the demons?

S: No.

TH: Oh.

S: I couldn’t move, man! I literally could not move! It wasn’t… it wasn’t eight hours. It wasn’t, but it felt like it. It hurt like it. Fuck, how did they do that?! My body just wouldn't do what I said, they took that control away from me, do none of you see that?! Do you not see how fucked up it is?!

S: And after Ranboo woke back up, like, moving again after that much time was kinda like more torture. And more torture.

TH: Sneeg, you know how to complain like no one else!

S: I have a fucking right to!

S: Yeah and they continued to be totally incompetent. Like, they so could’ve done something about the shark.

S: No, no shut up, I’m not saying that shit! He was just some kid, I’m not… I’m not empty like that! I care! I fucking cared about him, you can’t just take that away!

TH: But they didn’t! Do I sense some drama among the cast?

S: He was just some fucking kid! I said… I said I was gonna come back for him, but I didn’t even make it out. Did anyone make it out? Fuck, that thing tore me apart, I didn’t get out the fucking door, but I died, how the fuck did I die?!

S: What? No, nah we’re chill. He like, wiped the slime off me and picked me to come off the carousel. He’s my boy.

TH: Should we talk about the carousel? I think we should talk about the carousel.

S: I promised I was gonna come back and get them out

S: Uh. Yeah. I dunno. Sure.

TH: You’ve got to admit, it was a little unprofessional, you leaving in the middle there. Was there something more going on?

S: I saw it! I saw him, I saw Charlie, disemboweled on the fucking table! No one else could see the blood! No one else saw the fucking rotting corpse chained up beside us! Charlie was screaming! He was fucking screaming because they tore him apart! And no one did anything, no one was fucking moving!

S: No, nothing. Shit happens, y’know? I got back on, and got back to work. I even survived for a long time, so. That was pretty cool. Sorta sucked when the Puzzler took my man Frank out of the game, but rules are rules.

TH: Rules are rules! Are you feeling alright, Sneeg? Not going to run out on us again, are you? You’ve got that sort of hazy look again.

S: You don’t understand what I fucking saw! You don’t know what’s really going on here! There was so much blood! Fuck… oh fucking hell, there was so much blood…

S: Nah, not planning on going anywhere.

TH: You know, I see you’re not wearing your hat today.

S: Uh, hat?

TH: Yeah! The hat that you acquired on the carousel. It caused quite a buzz for the audience! Would you like to tell us more about that?

S: Why was that it?! It was a fucking hat! It was covered in blood because it came from inside someone! He was still alive, he was still screaming, how the fuck did they keep him alive like that, why did they keep him alive why are they keeping me alive

S: What, that I like to accessorize? It was just kinda slimy because it came out of that dude on the hospital bed, but that’s about it.

TH: So, you can tell the folks at home there was nothing else to that hat?

S: Nope.

TH: Well, you heard it from the man himself! The hat was just an accessory. Thank you for showing up, Sneegsnag.

S: Not like I had a choice.

[laughter]

S: Stop it! Stop fucking laughing! You heard him, you heard me! I said I don’t have a choice! Does that not mean anything to you people?! Hey! Don’t fucking touch me! I’m not walking away! I’m not! I’m not choosing to do this! How do I stop?! How do I fucking stop?! I need this to stop!

TH: Wasn’t he just a riot? What a guy! But the night is only getting better! On to the next interview, folks!

TH: The night is only getting better! You know him as a smooth talker, witty and handsome to boot, please welcome our own Mr. Congeniality, Frank!

[uproarious applause]

FRANK:

[laughter]

TH: Good to see you! Now, you’ve become a bit of an icon since the show. How does all that attention feel?

TH: Humble and handsome! Frank, you’re a delight!

TH: I mean every word! Now, Frank, you had a smaller role in the first episode, but you definitely made the most of it! Were your jokes on the rocking horse improvised or scripted?

TH: Interesting! I think we were all sad that your charm stopped at the carousel. Were you surprised that you weren’t picked?

TH: I guess in that sense you were picked, huh? That’s a nice way to look at it.

[laughter]

TH: Speaking of, it looked like you and Sneeg were two peas in a pod for a while there!

TH: Oh? Really?

[audience ‘aw’s]

TH: That’s so touching. Really, a beautiful confession. And… have you told him you feel this way?

TH: Wow. Well, I’m sure he feels the same way.

TH: Sadly, Sneeg’s interview has already passed, so that’s all we have to go on, I’m afraid. I guess you’ll never get to tell him how you feel, huh? Ever! Rotten luck.

TH: I’d like to believe that too, Frank.

TH: How profound! Wow. What a thought provoking note to end on. I wish you could stay here all night, but sadly, we must move on. One last round of applause for Frank!

[applause]

TH: Alright, folks, this shady character had us laughing from the moment he made up– I mean mentioned, his kids! He’s gay, he’s a liar, and he is here for an interview! Give it up for Austin of the AustinShow!

AUSTIN: Hey, what's this I hear about me making up my kids?

[laughter]

A: No, no really, that wasn’t a joke. I’m not lying. I’m not! I… I have them! I have kids, and a wife. A very real wife.

[laughter]

TH: Right, sure you do, Austin! Let’s focus on the games for now, huh? You showed up late to the party, right? You and Ethan came through the tunnels all the way in the closet, but I’m guessing you’re not unfamiliar with closets, huh?

[laughter]

A: I– What?

A: This is just cheap. And at least a little homophobic. That’s it? That’s the joke? I’m gay and I’m lying about having a beard? I died for this? Really? For this? Wait, wait I died for… I died

TH: Don’t worry about it, Austin, let’s just talk about some of our favorite shenanigans of yours! You and Ethan were really the bells of the ball, huh? Some fierce competition between you two!

A: Yes, yes right, I mean, I was largely doing it to escape with my life, and return to my family–

TH: Sure you were! How’d those heels fit, Austin?

A: I died, you people killed me and all you could come up with is a man in a dress joke? You’re pathetic.

A: Poorly, of course. I… I could barely walk in them, but I don’t see how that’s relevant.

TH: Right, right. Now, Austin, your ending. It got pretty intense there, huh?

A: I spent my last hours running around like a panic, terrified idiot because of you people and I got crushed to death like it meant nothing. You basically had me let myself die, didn’t you?

A: Oh, yes. I fought my hardest. Only one of us could go through, and I was so sure it had to be me. I had people waiting on me, you know.

TH: That’s why you fought so hard, huh? It seemed to me more like you were a bit of a chicken. You’d been squeamish at the sight of blood through the whole show!

A: The others didn’t care! Why didn’t they care?! Ethan’s blood spilled out and they just stared at me like I was the crazy one! I wasn’t crazy! Even if they tried to make me be!

A: I prefer to think of myself as empathetic. I saw people die, several, in fact. Is that not supposed to leave a lasting impression?

TH: Now, considering your desperate drive to live, did you have any last wishes you didn’t get to fulfill before your untimely demise?

A: I just… I just wish I could tell my kids one last time how much their papa loves them.

TH: Of course, I’m sure, of course. And, what were their names again?

A: It’s– they’re– uh…

TH: I think I better let you off the hook, there, Austin, but thank you for showing up, even if you weren’t being entirely honest with us!

A: You won’t even let me say my last wishes! You’ve killed me, and you’re puppeteering my corpse into being one last joke! It’s sick! You’re all sick!

A: But I was! I was being honest!

TH: Of course, Austin. Another round of applause for that very straight man, and the missus back home!

[laughter]

[applause]

TH: Alright, folks, our penultimate interviewee, a triple threat, the goopiest guy around, you loved him as the devil, you loved him as a patient, and you loved him live on twitch, just as he wanted to make– I mean give love to you, give it up for Charlie Slimecicle!

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE: Aha, that's me! I'm the goopiest guy! Wow!

TH: Now, Charlie, other than the hero, you played I’d say a very important role in the show!

CS: Multiple roles, actually!

[laughter]

TH: Can I ask which of the three was your favorite?

CS: Hello?! Hello?! Somebody?! Hello! Where is he?! Where’s Ranboo, what did you do to him?! Ranboo! Oh, oh god, how did I… I shouldn’t be… Ranboo! Ranboo!

CS: What the fuck did you do to him?! Who are you people?! I don’t know how I… how I got here, how I didn’t see it… oh god, please fucking tell me Ranboo made it out, please, please at least let me see him, so I know he’s okay, please, I’ll cooperate, I swear, I will

TH: Um, Charlie? Too hard a question for you?

CS: What? Oh, no, Host! Sorry, just a lot of options to work through!

TH: I mean, there’s three?

[laughter]

CS: It’s a big decision!

CS: No, no I’m not fucking doing this right now, I’m not. I don’t care about your stupid games, I’m not going to believe in this, I’m not going to let you people make me believe in this ever again, but I’ll pretend, I will if you just tell me if Ranboo is okay, please just let him go

CS: I think I’d have to say the hospital patient!

TH: Oh, what a fun choice!

CS: They disemboweled me! They had that fucking kid disembowel me! I was begging them to stop! It should’ve killed me, it should’ve fucking killed me! I wanted to die then but I didn’t! And you people just had them keep tearing into me! They fucking disemboweled me!

TH: Oops, looks like we’re getting some microphone feedback here! Usually it only cuts out like this if there’s too much noise! One second, folks!

CS: Go ahead! Smother me! Kill me! Drown me in my own fucking blood and call it slime! I won’t stop screaming until you fucking put me down like a dog! If that’s all we are to you people, then just shoot me like one! Shoot me!

CS: Sorry, Host, what was the question?

TH: Favorite role! You were talking about being the hospital patient?

CS: I’m not… I am not a person! [laughs] I’m not! You made me! You made those memories of a cabin and a life and then you just took it all away! So just tell me, I will do literally anything, I’ll stay in that miserable cabin alone, I’ll lie there while you rip me apart, I will sell myself on twitch, I don’t care, just please someone fucking tell me Ranboo got out okay! Please! Anyone?! Any of you! Please!

CS: I mean, it was so easy, right? I just had to lie there and let Ranboo, y’know dig around! [laughs]

TH: And how did you fit all of that in your stomach, Charlie?

CS: What can I say! I’m a hungry guy!

[laughter]

CS: Stop talking! They gutted me and stuffed me with fucking garbage and I was still alive! Is that it?! I can't die? Can any of us die? Is that what this is?! Oh, god, oh fuck, we can’t actually die [laughs] We can’t actually fucking die!

TH: Now, I know this isn’t about that role, but forgive me, I’m curious! What was it like playing Ranboo’s sidekick? We all loved that twist when they took off your headphones!

CS: Ha, what?

CS: That was… that was part of it? That was part of the show?! None of it was real?! None of it was actually real?! Where’s Ranboo?! Where are all of them?! Are we all still alive?! Please, please I’m begging you, I’m begging you just stop hurting them, just leave Niki and… and Sneeg, and Ethan, and Ranboo, Austin, Vinny, leave them alone, okay? Or just… just please don’t do to them what you did to me. Please, don’t make them play… play the hospital patient. Just not that. Just do it to me. That’s all I ask. Oh, fuck, what am I doing, none of you are listening!

TH: I mean, the action sequences, the chase scenes, it’s all so thrilling! And the heartbreak of finding out it was all for nothing, it was all part of the show! Or, sorry, I guess you weren’t there for that part!

CS: Ha. Yeah. Of course.

CS: They didn’t get out… it was all part of the show, it was all just nothing, they never had a chance, none of us had a fucking chance and even the stupid fucking part of me you programmed for this interview doesn’t know what to do anymore! You broke it! You beefed it! You cannot just keep twisting people like this! You can’t!

TH: How about your death scene, huh? Oh, I was about to cry when you were begging Ranboo to keep running, when the head of security finally took you over, I just got chills!

CS: I mean, what’s one more role, right, Host? [laugh]

TH: Are you feeling okay, Charlie? You look a little green.

[laughter]

CS: I’m fine! I’m doing great! Probably just need some slime to recover from all that running! I mean slime. I mean slime. I mean slime. I mean slime–

CS: Time! Say it! Say fucking time! Be a person for one freaking minute before we get cut open again!

TH: Well, okay then, Charlie, we’ll give you that slime! [laughs]

CS: (overlapping) I mean time.

TH: What was that?

CS: I meant time. I meant to stay time.

TH: Did you now.

CS: Thank fucking god! Ha! You can’t bury me forever you fucked up assholes!

TH: Well, Charlie. Clearly, you’re tired. I think we should end the interview here and you can get some rest in the… capable hands of our Showfall staff, alright?

CS: Sure thing, Host!

CS: Fucking do your worst! What’re you gonna do, rip out my organs?! Come at me, man! I can’t control my body anymore, but you can’t fucking stop me from screaming at you until your stupid mics break!

TH: Thank you for your slime, Charlie.

CS: Time.

TH: [laughs] No, no I definitely said slime!

CS: Whatever.

CS: Ha! Whatever!

TH: Let’s move on to the last interview of the night! I’m… I’m losing stamina! Huh, folks? Let’s… let’s try and keep the energy up, why don’t we?

[applause]

TH: This is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Our hero! Our Martyr! Our favorite toy! Put your hands together for the one, the only, Ranboo!

[applause]

Ranboo: What...? Where... Where am– Wait, wait no. No, this isn't fair, you said I could die! Please! Please, you said I could die! it was supposed to end! Please!

TH: Aw, it’s a bit early in the night for tears, Ranboo! We haven’t even gotten to the interview questions yet!

R: Interview..? I’m not… I’m not playing along anymore. I don’t… I don’t care. I don’t… I don’t want to do this, oh god, I don’t want to do this…

TH: Well, Ranboo, as your costar Sneeg said, you don’t have a choice!

[applause]

R: Stop it! Just shut up! Just let me die! You voted for it! You wanted it! Kill me!

TH: Well, actually, you did die, Ranboo! And then we brought you back! Audience polls on the livestream voted to kill you, sure, but ratings say they really want you back.

R: Kill me! Please, please just kill me!

TH: Now, Ranboo, how did it feel to play the hero on a Showfall production? That’s a lot of pressure for a young star!

R: Kill me! Just let me die! Let me die! Let me die! Let me die!

TH: Whoa, there, Ranboo, if you keep hitting your head back like that, you’ll hurt yourself, and we won’t be able to finish the interview!

R: Kill me! Please! Please, you lied! You said you’d let me go! You said you would!

TH: One moment, folks, I’m going to have some of our fantastic crew make sure Ranboo can complete the interview. We wouldn’t want to let our wonderful viewers down, now, would we, Ranboo?

R: Stop it! No, don’t– Don’t touch me! Get off of me! You said you’d kill me! You said–

TH: Sorry, Ranboo, there’s no puzzles or rings of keys for you to go through on this one!

[laughter]

R: Let go of me! Let me go! Stop it, don’t touch me! I don’t want– I don’t want you to–

TH: Much better! You can still look at me, and the audience, but you won’t hit your head! Let’s give it up for our great crew, give it up for the rats! How they put up with these brooding young stars, I’ll never know!

[applause]

R: I swear to god, I will find a way to kill myself if you people don’t–

TH: And then Showfall will bring you back, Ranboo. Please, we already got through the exposition in your finale, let’s focus on the interview questions. So, how did it feel to play the hero in a Showfall production?

TH: Ranboo, the lights don’t go off, I won’t stop asking, and you don’t get to move an inch until the interview is over. That’s how this works.

R: I’m not… I’m not a hero. Please, I’m not…

TH: [laughs] Oh? Interesting take! I love the genre subversion! If you’re not a hero, then what are you, Ranboo?

R: I don’t… I don’t know, how could I know? You took it all, you took everything... How could I know? I don’t…

TH: Humor me a little! Playing along is part of the fun! I’ll try again––this is actually a good question, Ranboo, you did a good job, might make a fine interviewer one day!––if you’re not a hero, then what are you?

TH: Take your time, not like we’ve got a live audience waiting!

[laughter]

TH: What are you, Ranboo?

R: I’m… tired. I’m tired.

TH: Aw, look at that face, folks! Doesn’t it just make your heart break? We love a tragedy here, don’t we? And you certainly have the talent to pull it off!

[audience ‘aw’s]

R: Why didn’t… why didn’t you just turn the mask back on? Why’re you letting me be like this?

TH: Come on, Ranboo, the interviewer asks the questions! Sorry if I made you think it was the other way around.

[laughter]

R: Ask me something, then.

TH: I’d be happy to! Now, Ranboo, you clearly dabble in genre subversion, but I think the one twist we’re all dying to hear about: The codes. The codes, am I right folks?

[applause]

TH: Why didn’t you listen to the audience’s pick? You probably didn’t know this until now, but they actually told you the right one! They had your best interests at heart! It’s touching, really.

R: I hurt people. I let people get hurt. I wasn’t in control, they were. So, why didn’t they turn the mask back on?

TH: Aw, you’re trying this back and forth thing? I ask one, you ask one? Fine, fine! Sounds fun. Because, Ranboo. We here at Showfall are all about authenticity. There’s nothing quite like being real with an audience. We just wanted them to see your true self! Now, Ranboo. My turn! [laughs] Isn’t this fun? Now, Ranboo. Near the finale, after that dramatic chase through the mall, after you and Charlie found the cabin set––what a twist! Am I right folks?––and then Security came out! Oh, what a jumpscare! [laughs] I’m getting ahead of myself, sorry, it’s just exciting! My question for you, Ranboo, is why did you leave Charlie?

R: …What?

TH: Why did you leave Charlie?

R: I… I don’t…

TH: I mean, come on, you were, basically, mostly, in control of yourself, your mask was going haywire, that was actually your choice to make! So, why did you leave him?

R: I couldn’t… I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t, I was too late, he told me to– to run, I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t–

TH: Really, Ranboo? You didn’t even try. You saw how the show came together by then, you don’t know if he was beyond saving, and as for telling you to run, [laughs] it’s not the first time Charlie’s speech came out, well, a little different. How do you know, for certain, that Charlie wasn’t actually begging for his life, like he was on that operating table?

R: Why are you doing this?

TH: Now, Ranboo, you’ve got to answer my question first! Then I answer yours! This is your game, remember?

R: I don’t… I don’t know, I don’t know.

TH: Hm, bit of a cop out, but it’s late in the night, we’ll keep things rolling! And in answer to your question, Ranboo, we here at Showfall are honored to provide authentic, life-altering, one of a kind entertainment. What better reason is there than that? Hang on, that’s not my question. [laughs] Ranboo, in episode one you got to cook for demon Charlie! If you could go back and pick another ingredient, knowing what you know about the shark monster that killed your friend Sneeg, what would you pick?

R: Knowing what I know now?

TH: Yes!

R: I’d have killed myself.

[laughter]

R: Maybe Charlie too.

[laughter]

R: And Sneeg, if it was the only way to get them free.

[laughter]

TH: Now, I don’t know what that has to do with cooking, but thanks for playing!

[laughter]

R: You lied to me. And to them. You people told me I could die, that I could rest, and you didn’t let me. You didn’t let me.

TH: Well, actually Ranboo, we very much did! You were dead as a doornail in that box, but like I said, we just couldn’t get enough of you! So, yes, we did as we said, and we killed you, and now you get to go again! Isn’t that fun? Who knows! Maybe they’ll vote differently next time, huh?

TH: Nothing to say?

TH: Maybe we should give him some encouragement, folks!

[applause]

R: [screams]

TH: Whoa! Nothing like some electricity to wake you up! Shall we talk about the votes?

R: [inaudible]

TH: What was that?

TH: Aw, I think our hero is getting a little tired! And honestly, I am too! [laughs] but thank you so much for coming out, Ranboo.

R: One day I’m gonna kill all of you.

TH: And thank you for tuning in to this Showfall Aftershow!

[applause]

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Late Night Talking - Chapter Ten

Summary: The aftermath of the movie premiere.

Word Count: 3150+

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of parent death, issues with body image

Tag list: @rhoorl @avastrasposts @readingiskeepingmegoing @runningmom94 @gwendibleywrites

We slept late the next morning. It was after nine when I crawled out of bed to use the bathroom. Dieter was still passed out cold, lying face down with his face crammed into a pillow, his bare ass poking out from under the covers. I took a look at myself in the mirror and wished I hadn’t. My hair was sticking up in all directions and there were bags under my eyes. It was a far cry from my red carpet look.

I decided to take a shower and start over with my hair, rather than try to tame it the way it was. When I got out, I slipped into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, deciding to forgo a bra, at least for the time being. It was going to be a lazy day, after all.

Dieter was still asleep. I leaned over the bed to cover him up and he grunted. “Why are you so obsessed with my butt?,” he mumbled.

”I’m not obsessed with your butt,” I told him. “I just didn’t want it to catch cold.” I tucked the comforter around him and patted his bottom. “Go back to sleep, Deet. You’ve earned it.”

”What time?”

”Doesn’t matter. Go to sleep.”

He didn’t argue with me. I knew the press junket had been stressful and tiring. He deserved to get some rest.

I found my purse in the living room and pulled out my phone. I’d managed to remember to turn it off last night, so the battery was still at 65% when I powered it on. All my apps were lit up with notifications, but I went first to my texts.

SAM: You look GORGEOUS!!!!

ME: Aw, thanks. It’s all thanks to the stylists. Did my hair and makeup and everything. Felt like a giant Barbie doll. LOL

It was close to midday back East, so I knew she was probably at work and wouldn’t respond right away, so I jumped over to Instagram. I followed the studio’s page and I knew they would have posted photos from last night.

There were several pics from the red carpet, including one of me and Dieter. It was weird seeing myself all glammed up, standing beside him as he posed effortlessly for the camera. I could see that I was a bit stiff and awkward, despite the elegant dress and high heels. Still, I looked nice. Not bad for a first time, I thought. Then I started reading the comments.

She’s OLD.

Come on, girl, at least dye that gray hair. Woof.

Thought Bravo had better taste than that.

Def a publicity stunt. Prob trying to hide that he’s gay AF.

If they think we’ll fall for that, he needs a new publicist. Lots of actresses they could have hired to help his image. Barf.

I think she looks nice. For a middle aged woman.

There were positive comments, of course, many of them, but my eye went right to the negative ones. After all, most of the positive comments were simple heart emojis or “they look so cute” or other generic messages. The negative ones were more pointed.

I closed Instagram. Twitter would be even worse — there were so many trolls on there that I hardly ever posted anything anymore. Maybe tumblr would be kinder. I was wrong.

There were several posts under the hashtag “dieter bravo” that displayed one of the Getty photos from the night before and had commentary along the lines of “I’m glad he’s so happy” and “Aww, they made it red carpet official” but there was also lots that claimed to be insanely jealous of me for being beside him.

Oof, not to be that girl, but I could pull off a red carpet look better than that, just saying.

Not sure what he sees in her, but you do you, Dieter.

He looks AMAZING as always. Wish she’d worn something better.

She looks like she doesn’t want to be there. I’m sure it’s overwhelming and all but at least look happy to be next to him. I’d kill to be on the red carpet with him.

Ugh, I hate her, lol. Seriously, does anyone else think he’ll be back on the market soon? She is so not his type. Dieter fucking Bravo is a party boi.

I could feel tears stinging at the back of my eyes. It was silly — I knew they were making the comments out of jealousy or sheer assholery — but it was like being teased or excluded on the playground in elementary school. It still hurt.

Fortunately, my phone pinged with an incoming text.

SAM: Those stylists couldn’t have done it without something amazing to start with — YOU! I am so proud of you, chickie! You rocked that red carpet. And Dieter 🥵Don’t know how you manage to survive around him without spontaneously combusting. Dude is HOT.

ME: You don’t know how badly I needed that, chickie! Been looking at comments on social and people are brutal.

SAM: Fuck them. I’ve been bragging on you all day. Everyone thinks you look fabulous. Trolls gonna troll.

I smiled. Leave it to Sam to cheer me up. Then another text came in, this time from Simone.

SIMONE: Girl! You were on fire 🔥 last night. Your pic is all over campus. Kids are all planning to go see the movie with Miss Emily’s boyfriend this weekend. Eileen had such a sourpuss when I saw her, lol.

ME: Thanks! Been seeing some haters online so glad the kiddos got my back. And I’m ROTFL over Eileen 🤣

SIMONE: One of my kids was IRATE over some of the stuff people were saying about you. She was going OFF! I didn’t even know she knew where the library was, lol. If a 15yo can see through their b.s., so can you.

“Hey.” Dieter came stumbling out of the bedroom with his hair sticking straight up and one hand in his boxer shorts scratching his ass. If only the fans could see him now!

��Hey yourself,” I said. “You need coffee?”

He nodded as he shuffled toward the kitchen island. “I got it,” he said. “You looking at photos from last night?”

”I was, but people are mean. Then I got a couple of texts that cheered me up.”

”People are fucking assholes online,” he said as he dumped water and coffee grounds into the machine. He slopped water onto the counter but didn’t wipe it up. He was messier than usual when he was only half awake. “First thing Carmen told me when she signed on was never read the comments.”

While the coffee was brewing, he fished his phone out of his pants, which were draped over one of the dining room chairs. He slumped onto a stool at the island and started swiping. “You looked so good last night,” he said. Then he yawned and scratched his head. “Anyone who says different has their head up their own ass or is just jealous. Or both.”

The scent of coffee wafted through the air and a shaft of sunlight lanced through a gap in the vertical blinds. The kitchen was illuminated with golden light and Dieter’s hair became a halo of fire around his head, just for a second. Who gives a fuck what Prissy McDickface on Instragram thinks? I’m the one here with Dieter, watching him smile at pictures of us while he’s waiting for his coffee. And if Dieter could smile before his first infusion of caffeine of the day, I knew he was truly happy. Because of me.

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The movie was a hit. It was number one at the box office that weekend, and Dieter spent most of Saturday afternoon fielding phone calls and texts from Carmen and his agent. He looked every inch a Hollywood star as he sat on a lounge chair beside the pool with his Ray-Ban sunglasses on and his phone up to his ear.

“Yeah, set it up,” he said. “Can’t hurt to meet with them.” He looked at me over the tops of his shades and winked.

”Shit, I can’t believe all this,” he said when he’d hung up. “Carmen has ten journalists lined up to interview me. And half of them are from legit outlets, not just bloggers.” He laughed. “Who knew a twenty minute part would get so much attention?”

We had skimmed some of the reviews online and most of them had been positive. Many of them mentioned Dieter’s performance as one of the highlights of the film; several had used the phrase “Bravo’s back.”

“And David has two meetings booked with producers this week,” Dieter continued. “I don’t want to get ahead of myself but this might be the thing to get the ball rolling again.”

“I hope so,” I said. I knew that Dieter really wanted to get back to the level he’d enjoyed earlier in his career, where he was taken seriously as an actor. He’d taken just about any part the last few years, just to keep the money flowing but while movies like Cliff Beasts might be popular with fans they weren’t taken seriously by critics. And he admitted he’d been phoning it in before he’d gone to rehab. This film was the first project he’d worked on since and apparently he’s done a very good job.

“Just don’t get too famous and forget about the little people like me,” I added.

“I will never forget about you,” he said seriously. “And you are definitely not one of the ‘little people’ in my life. You’re huge, baby.”

“Yeah, that’s what some of the trolls online are saying,” I joked.

“Fuck them. I’ve been with skinny women and it’s like hugging a skeleton. You’re real, Em. Nothing fake about you. Which is one of the many, many reasons that I love you.”

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We had finally finished off the leftover Chinese food, so we decided to go out for dinner Saturday night. Nothing fancy, just a little hole in the wall Mexican place that Dieter was fond of, and not just because the food was good. The owners were very protective of his privacy and didn’t laugh at his clumsy attempts at Spanish. His father’s parents had been born in Ecuador, and he still had some distant cousins in South America, but Dieter and his family had only ever spoke English.

”My dad can get by pretty well,” he’d explained to me once. “He does business with one of his cousins who lives in Buenos Aires, and he sometimes visits his aunt in Santiago, but Freddy and I never learned. Hell, I took French in high school just to fuck with everyone. Freddy took German, of course.”

Although they’d come from Ecuador, Dieter’s grandparents were descended from German and Italian immigrants. “My dad’s grandpa Antonio Bravo married one of the Diefenbach girls,” Dieter had explained. “Huge Romeo and Juliet vibes there. The two families were rivals in the button business.”

My own skill in Spanish was limited to the Spanglish I’d picked up by osmosis from living in Southern California (like Dieter, I’d take French in school, because I thought it sounded fancy). But everyone at Ramon’s was friendly and very patient with our attempts to do more than just ask for what was on the menu.

”Buenos noches,” our waiter said as we sat down at our table, tucked away in the back. ”El jefe said you get free margaritas because the movie is doing so well.”

”Gracias,” said Dieter. “Um, dos platos de empanadas, por favor. Y los margaritas.”

”Muy bien! And my sister in law saw the movie last night. She said tell you she really liked it if I saw you.”

”Tell her thanks, man,” Dieter had exhausted his capacity for Spanish already. He was still running on fumes from the press junket. I could see it in his eyes.

After a delicious dinner of empanadas and enchiladas — not to mention two extremely generous margaritas — we went back to Dieter’s place and collapsed on the couch.

”If I went there too often, I’d gain thirty pounds,” Dieter said, unbuttoning his pants.

“The food is amazing,” I agreed, glad I was wearing stretchy pants. “You want to put a movie on before we succumb to the food coma?”

”You read my mind.” He grabbed the remote off the coffee table. We were only about twenty minutes into Jurassic Park when I felt his head slump onto my shoulder. He was out. I maneuvered him into a more comfortable position so he wouldn’t wake up with a stiff neck. I never saw the end of the movie. I was tired, too.

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We lay in bed, both of us wide awake at two a.m. after our nap on the couch. “Whatcha thinking about?” Dieter asked, his hand idly playing with my hair.

”Not much. Just feeling cozy. How about you?”

”I’m thinking how I could get used to this,” he said. “Dinner, falling asleep on the couch, lying in bed talking about stuff … I wish you didn’t have to go back home tomorrow.” He kissed my forehead. “You know you can move in any time you want.”

”It’s tempting but it would be a hell of a commute.”

“Quit your job. Get a new one. There are plenty of schools. You’d still be in the same union, right? Still get your pension?”

I rolled onto my back. “Deet, it’s not that easy. There aren’t all that many school library positions out there and they pay well enough that people don’t leave. Or they’re part-time at elementary schools. And other positions … yeah, I could do other stuff, but your retirement is based off of your final two years salary. If I took a pay cut, I’d get less so I’d have to work longer.”

“Jeez, you sound like my dad and Freddy. ‘Be practical, Deiter. Plan ahead, Dieter. Invest wisely, Dieter’,” he grumbled.

”I have to be,” I said. “I only have myself to rely on. You know my parents didn’t leave me anything.”

Dieter sighed. “You aren’t alone, Em. You have me.”

”For now,” I said. “I want to believe this is forever, Deet, I really do, but I just can’t jump off the cliff yet.” I sat up, hugging my knees. “I know you think I’m being too cautious, and I know it probably hurts you to hear me say stuff like ‘for now’ when you want to hear ‘forever’ but …”

He sat up and put his arm around me. “I get it,” he said quietly. “I get you. And you’re probably right. I’m too much like my mom. I need you to balance me out.”

”You don’t talk about her much,” I prompted. I knew she had passed away not long after he’d won his Oscar, but that was public knowledge.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah, I’m still working through some shit in therapy,” he said. “My mom … she was an artist. Painting, sculpture, stuff like that. And that was the love of her life. Art. Creating. And once she created something, she moved on. She wasn’t interested anymore once a piece was done.”

I kissed his shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about her if you don’t want to,” I said.

“When she and Dad got divorced, she moved to New York City,” he said. “That’s why I went there for college. But about two months after I got there, she moved to Europe. So I went there after I graduated. She was in Italy, so I went to Milan. Then she moved to Madrid, then Stockholm — god, Stockholm was so freaking cold — and then I got tired of following her and came to L.A.” He laid his head on my shoulder. “I was going to visit her in Switzerland after I won the Oscar. She’d actually called me and said she was proud of me. But I had a movie to do first and … it was a car accident in the Alps. She and her latest guy were on their way to Venice and a dude in a Maserati blew a turn and crashed into them.”

”Oh, Deet, I’m so sorry,” My own parents had been ill before they passed, so I’d had some warning, at least.

He shook his head. “Hey, we’re supposed to be celebrating this weekend, not confessing our darkest moments. So let’s talk about something happy. Like my bank account after the movie earns out and I start getting some checks. We should go somewhere. Romantic getaway.”

”I do have a week off for Thanksgiving,” I said. My aunt always invited me up to her place for Thanksgiving and I always declined and ended up at some friend or co-worker’s Thanksgiving dinner. It was not my favorite holiday.

”Hey, see, making plans for the future.” He nudged me with his shoulder.

”It’s like two months away,” I reminded him. “Not that far in the future.”

”Baby steps, Em. Baby steps.” Then he kissed me and we stopped talking for a while.

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As I was driving home on Sunday afternoon, my phone rang. I usually don't like to use the Bluetooth, because it distracts me from the road, but I recognized the number. It was Sam.

”Hey, Sam, what’s up?” She rarely called; we both preferred to text. Our grown up version of passing notes in class.

“Just checking that you’re still alive after spending three whole days with Dieter,” she said. Her tone was joking, so I knew nothing serious had prompted the call. “Really, I just wanted to hear your voice. I saw the movie and it just doesn’t seem real that you and Dieter are … I mean, it sounds stupid, but I had to make sure you were still you.”

”I get it,” I said. “Hey, I’m on the freeway right now. Can I call you back when I get home? We can have a good talk. I’ll tell you all about the dress and the red carpet and … maybe you can give me some advice?”

”You better not be thinking of breaking up with him, Em. He’s the best thing that’s happened to you in a long time.”

”No, no, kind of the opposite. Shit, use your signal, you asshole! Sorry, some dude in a Tesla just cut me off. I’ve got to hang up. Talk to you when I get home, chickie.”

”Stay safe, chickie.”

I ended the call and tried to concentrate on the traffic. It was an incredibly long and tedious drive to make every day. There was no way I could keep my job and be with Dieter more than just on the weekends. And I would be foolish to quit for a guy I’d only known for a few months. Right?

I shoved the thought to the back of my mind. Sam would help me figure it all out. She always did.

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Somewhere only we know - Chapter 9 (Kendall Roy x reader)

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Series summary: You met Kendall when you were six years old. You have spent every summer together and now years later you and him are still just as close. This story follows Kendall and his best friend through their lives. Will they realize their feelings for each other before it’s too late?

Chapter four summary: The weeks go by without you and Kendall talking - it’s especially hard when you still see him around sometimes.

Authors Notes: Thank you to everyone who’s reading this story! Means the world to me! Quick warning: this chapter mentions the ATN shooting

Wordcount: 2.7K

Kendall is doing some interview on TV - you can’t watch it. You are avoiding everything Kendall related, it hurts too bad. Just reading the tabloids and news brings tears in your eyes. He’s everywhere after the failed bear hug. You don’t know what happened and as far as you know Stewy doesn’t either. The last thing you’ve heard was that he was going to rehab again, you were glad he took this step. But apparently he’s back now, about two days after he went to get help. You would have reached out but you can’t. You don’t want to run after him after he’s made it clear that he doesn’t want this anymore. You have talked to Stewy on the phone, going through a Kendall withdrawal together brought you closer. Except from that you’ve heard from Laura, from college, who had gotten engaged a few months back and was inviting you to go dress shopping with her and her other friends. You weren’t really in the mood for that but you said yes regardless.

Looking out of the car window you feel dread instill in your stomach. Connor and Willa have invited you to their homewarming party. You really didn’t want to go but you like them both but you were a little unsure about seeing Kendall again. It’s been a stressful day at work so you could push your evening activities to the back of your mind. But now in the car with nothing to distract you from it, you can’t help getting more nervous every minute.

You walk into the big suite. A few familiar faces and some people you’ve never seen before. You talk to a few people while staying alert of your surroundings, not wanting to walk into a conversation with your former best friend.

You spot him in the other side of the room as Willa makes a speech. He looks so sad and kind of defeated. You have seen him looking sad often throughout the time but never like this. You let your eyes linger on him for a little.

His dark eyes land on yours but you look away fast, gripping the champagne glass firmer.

Kendall feels his heart hurt. You look absolutely beautiful and he wishes he could just walk up to you and hug you, feel your warmth, smell your scent. He thinks just that would make him feel a little better. But you won’t even meet his eyes and he knows it’s his fault. He deserves this. In another world would you two have attended this event together? Went home together?

”Yeah we are about thirty percent finished with the script and the stage is almost ready too.“ Willa tells you about her upcoming play.

”We have all this sand that’s going to be on the stage.“

”That’s so cool! I need to watch it once it’s done.“ you tell her

”You’ll be invited to the premiere of course.“ she smiles at you.

You stay for an hour, talking to Willa about her upcoming play and Connor tells you about his presidential plans. You see Kendall exiting the apartment, stepping out onto the balcony to smoke. If you were still friends with him you would have followed him out, make sure he was okay, sharing a cigarette with him. It hurts in your chest and you can feel that you’re about to tear up. You hurry into one of the bathrooms. After a few minutes of making sure that you won’t spill your tears in public you exit the room to look for the hosts. You find Connor talking to Kendall. ”Shit.“ you mutter but Willa is nowhere to be found. You approach them ”Hey, uhm Con. I’m sorry but I have to leave.” You tell him

”Oh no, really?“

”Yeah I’m really sorry but I don’t feel well.“ you glance at Kendall quickly. He can read you like a book, so he knows the real reason you’re leaving. It makes his heart break even more. He hates that he’s the reason you’re hurting. Your eyes are a little red and he has to stop himself from reaching his hand out.

”I’ve heard there’s a flu going around. But thank you for coming.“ Connor says with a squeeze of your shoulder

”Thank you for inviting me. This place is really beautiful.“ you tell him and he gives you a warm smile

”Thank you, y/n.“

”Goodbye Con. Tell Willa I look forward to her play!“ you force a smile before you mutter a quick ”Bye.“ towards Kendall.

”What is going on with you two?“ Connor asks his younger brother but he just shrugs ”Nothing, we’re uh, we’re good.“ before he turns to go to a bathroom to do some coke.

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It’s a few days after the party at Connor and Willa’s and you try your best to push every thought about Kendall away. You have met Stewy for coffee yesterday wich cheered you up a little.

You’re eating lunch while scrolling through twitter when a tweet shows up telling you that there’s a potential shooting at ATN. You feel your blood running cold. Your put your fork down suddenly feeling nauseous. 'Kendall.' Is your immediate thought followed by 'Is he okay?'. You just hope he’s okay.

The rest of the day you can’t really concentrate on anything, you follow the news on your screen the whole time. You type in messages to him multiple times only to delete them again. Only when it’s confirmed that it was a suicide, you feel like you can breathe again. You feel sorry for the person, you can only imagine how the work inviromenr at waystar feels like. But you are happy that nobody else was hurt and that Kendall is fine.

Unknown to you Kendall is not doing fine at all. He thought about telling Shiv when he felt the tears coming while talking to her.

Kendall walks onto the roof. There are walls of glass now, hindering him from looking down. He leans his head against the cool material. He thinks he has never felt this lonely in his life before. He almost broke down in front of Shiv just minutes ago. He knows he has to do something. He can’t go on like this.

You come home after work. As you walk in your building the man at the front desk calls for you.

”Excuse me Miss, you have a visitor. He didn’t wanted to go up, wanted to wait here for you.“

You thank him before you turn around towards the small sitting area. In one of the chairs is sitting Kendall. You take a deep breath before you walk over to him. You can’t lie you have missed him like crazy but didn’t want to reach out to him first. He needs to apologize first.

”Ken.“ you wanted it to sound sterner than it came out and when he looks up when he hears your voice. His eyes somehow seem even sadder than usual. Even more than at Willa and Connors place.

The staff of your house is discreet but you still don’t want to have this conversation in front of them. It’s private. So you take a deep breath and nod your head towards the elevators.

”Let’s go up.“

Kendall nods, he seems relieved. The elevator ride is awkward, you’re both not talking. He’s nervous, you can tell. Inside you put your coat away as Kendall walks further into your apartment.

You find him in your living room, he seems distressed in a way you have never seen him before.

”Ken are you okay?“ you ask him. Kendall glances at you for a moment "Yeah, uh I’m- I’m fine.“ he looks out of the window before meeting your eyes again. You step closer to him. You can see tears brimming in his eyes. "Hey, hey Kenny.“ you stride over to him and wrap your arms around him. He breaks down in your arms a sob rippling through him. You feel him shake, you have no idea what had happened but you feel worried. You’re so confused as to what happened for him to end your friendship but you can tell how distressed he is right now, so finding out about that gets put on the backburner for now.

”I’m so, so sorry!“ he says through his sobs "Let’s sit down okay,“ you guide him to your couch, sitting down next to him while cradling his head in your hands.

"What happened? You can talk to me.“ you felt him shake his head. "I can’t- I really can’t.“ he says with a broken voice. He had thought about telling you when he came over, he has lost you already so telling you won’t ruin your friendship but know seeing you he can’t do it. "You can. Whatever it is.“ you reassured him. "You will never talk to me again.“ he said burying his head into your stomach. "Ken. You are my best friend. I’m always gonna be here, okay?“ you tell him honestly before bending your head to press a kiss against his head. "I love you, Kendall.“ he held you tighter hearing that. "I- I Love you too. And I’m so so sorry for the last weeks.“

”It’s okay Kendall.“

”No, no I hurt you. I didn’t mean a word I’ve said. I had to- had to do it.“

”You-? What happened?“ he’s silent except from his sobs

”Kenny, please. It’s me.“

He takes a few moments and you can tell he’s thinking about what to say

"At Shiv’s wedding.“ he starts before he has to take a moment inhaling a shaking breath. "Some- something happened. I- I killed him. It’s all my fault.“ a sob ripples through him. Your confusion is replaced by a deep pit in your stomach as you piece together what you knew and what Kendall had just said to you. That must be the reason Kendall went back to Waystar. Did anyone else knew about this? Did Logan know? Was Logan blackmailing him? You felt him hold you tighter before letting you go "I was high, looking for the next score and he, the kid, he said he knew where to get something. I drove the car and then he saw something, he grabbed the wheel and pulled.“ Kendall closes his eyes for a moment shaking his head as if the memories would go away this way, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I- uh i looked for him, I dived but I couldn’t find him.“ he lets out another gut wrenching sob. A tear rolls down your cheek ”I thought it was easier to fight with you instead of lying to you. I didn’t want to get you involved in this.. But I- I can’t do this, I need you.“

”Thank you for trusting me and tell me.“ you tell him still processing what you had just heard.

"I would understand if you don’t want to be my friend anymore.“ he said without looking at you. "Ken look at me please.“ he didn’t so you softly cupped his cheek "Please look at me, Kendall.“ his sad brown eyes met yours "You’re the most important person in my life. What happened was tragic but it was an accident." You tell him seriously "You were in active addiction. You haven’t killed someone on purpose. And he grabbed the wheel. It was an accident.“ he let your words sink in. He couldn’t remove his guilty feelings but what you said lifted a tiny bit of the pressure off his heart. It had also helped just to share this with someone he trusted, not having this big dark secret eating him alive.

"But I did-" he started almost choking on his words until you interrupted him "No, Kendall. You need to cut yourself some slack. You searched for him that’s more than many other people would do. And the fact that you feel bad about it shows that you aren’t some psychopathic killer." Your thumbs swipe softly on his cheeks catching the salty streaks.

"It must have been horrible to keep this to yourself all this time. Did you tell anyone else?“ you ask softly "Dad knows.“ he says "He-he helped to cover it up." You nod squeezing his hand "Is that why the Stewy thing fell through?“ this time he nods. This information was definitely helpful for you to understand what has happened.

You sit for a while, so he can calm a little. You gently stroke his back. ”Come on, let’s go to bed.“ you say, it’s not something you’ve thought much about, it’s obvious that he shouldn’t be alone right now. You can see the relieve on his face.

You grab some of Kendall’s clothing from your closet and you get ready in the bathroom while he changes in the bedroom. He sees one of his shirts laying on your bed. Its worn, you slept in it the last days. You slip under the covers and let him scoot over into your arms. His head rests on your chest and your hand softly rubs his back. You can feel tears dripping onto your shirt from time to time. ”It’s okay Kendall. I’m here.“ he sniffs a little. He had missed you so much and part of him had known the whole time that talking to you would make him feel better. When his father had ordered them all to come to the summer house to talk about the future of Waystar it had felt like a personal torture to him, having to see your house, the place that had held so much comfort in his life knowing he couldn’t see you anymore.

You wake up early the next morning. The sun was up and a glance at your phone told you it was only 5:30. You look over to your friend. Kendall was laying next to you, curled against you. He looks so small. You were a bit hungry but you knew you couldn’t get up. He would be so scared if he woke up and you weren’t next to him and you also didn’t wanted to wake him, who knew when he had a full night of sleep the last time. You trace his features with your eyes, the same face you’ve known for such a long time. His confession hadn’t changed your feelings about him, about this friendship. What had happened was bad, undoubtably, but you meant what you said yesterday it was an accident and he was on drugs.

When he wakes up you can practically see the relief that washes over him as he recognizes where he is.

”Good morning.“ you tell him, your head resting on your pillow looking at him. He smiles a little then for what feels like the first time in weeks to him. It’s really just the side of his mouth lifting but it’s better than nothing.

”Good morning.“ he answers, voice rough from sleeping, he has slept better than he had in weeks. You scoot closer to him, hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat steadily. It has a calming effect on both of you and you stay like this for a while longer. His arm is still wrapped around your middle, like it has been the whole night.

”I’m gonna go make some coffee.“ you mumble at some point.

You also decide to make some toast for breakfast.

”I, uh i moved. I wanted to tell you the new adress but-“ he breaks off

”It’s okay. But why and where do you life now?“

”It reminded me of Rava too much.“ you nod understanding the decision

”I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t knew what to do but I, uh I know now that it was a big mistake.“

”Yeah, i was not the most glorious moment of our friendship. Had to fly home with Stewy.“

”I know, uh, I asked Greg about it.“

”Why?“

”I wanted to know that you’re save, that you got home. I felt really bad.“

You’re both quiet for a moment before he speaks again

”And uh, what I said was all just lies. Of course I trust you. More than anyone else. And uh, you’re family too.“

”I know, Kenny.“

”But I said-"

”That you told me yesterday proves that you trust me. I knew then.“ you squeeze his hand

Do you let it go easily? Yes probably. But you can’t hold what he said against him. Not after you heard what happened, he was probably in shock and traumatized and actually thought he was protecting you this way.

”Do you want to do anything today? Stay in? Motorcycle drive?“

Kendall wants to stay in and you can understand his decision. So you both just lounge in your bed the whole night, you order lunch and watch movies while cuddling. It’s nice to have Kendall close again.

Later, when it’s dark out, you go onto your rooftop. Kendall is smoking and you’re looking over the city.

You turn your head to look at him and find him already looking at you

”I don’t deserve you.“ he says seriously

”Don’t say that, Kendall. You deserve good things and friends and people that love you.“ you tell him. He gives you a small smile.

”God, Kendall I’ve missed you so bad.“ you shake your head a little

”Me too.“ he says

”At Connors, I’ve wanted to go follow you so badly.“ he admits

”I almost went to the balcony to check on you.“ you tell him

”We’re really bad at not being friends.“ he chuckles a little and you join him.

”Good thing we’re not doing that anymore.“ you answer him with a smile.

#kendall roy imagine #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy x you #kendall roy fic #kendall roy fluff

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gaypudding · 21 days

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I just watched Turtles All The Way Down and I have some thoughts (I’m sick rn so if John somehow stumbles across this I’m so sorry for my dehydrated ramblings):

This is a great adaptation of the book. I love John Green’s works and I loved how Turtles took bits from the Anthropocene Reviewed and put little bits in here as well (and I loved the cameo). Yeah I did cry near the end.

As an aspiring filmmaker, part of me thinks that John’s work isn’t translatable to screen because his writing is so verbose and intrinsic. I love reading John’s works because they put my thoughts on paper, but having to watch that play out while also having a narrator and on-screen representations of abstract thoughts feels very on-the-nose for film. However, this isn’t necessarily a fault to the movie, it’s just how John writes (I realize now that calling him John is very informal, but he’s my internet uncle so I’m sorry Mr. Green but that feels weird to call you). ALSO I’m a big believer in making whatever the fuck you want however you want as long as it’s staying true to yourself, your art, and your audience, and I liked the movie so ahhhhhh I’m running out of coherent thoughts.

I haven’t watched Looking for Alaska or Paper Towns because of things I’ve heard about them (ik, a bad reason not to watch something) and because they aren’t my fav of his books. But I loved Turtles and I’m glad that the director put so much care into trying to tell the story the right way. I could also tell that John was a huge part of the filmmaking process.

If anyone has read this far into my exhausted ramblings, then I’ll just say: I liked it 4/5.

P.S I also didn’t like the amount of product placement, I get that you gotta pay for the movie somehow, but product placement in movies ALWAYS rub me the wrong way (especially when they have very strong messages RE: Barbie). I also know that Applebees and the PopTart box is part of the book but shhhhjjjhhhhhh

P.P.S I’ve been a fan of John Green since The Fault in Our Stars was popular. It was my favorite book in 6th grade and I went to see the movie premiere with my mom when it came out. I’ve also been on Tumblr since then. I read Paper Towns and An Abundance of Katherine’s back to back in the same day. John’s work both as an author and as a general human has been a huge part of my life and a huge part of my journey as a creative person. I’m going to graduate college in a semester and I just want to say thank you for helping me and inspiring me through literally half of my life.

#also welcome back Mr. Green it’s good to have you on my dash #turtles all the way down #movie review #hellsite (affectionate)

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SAFE & SOUND — ARMAN MORALES X READER X ANGEL REYES: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: it’s going to be tough getting through the cleaning lady this season but it’s always the work that lives on that continues to inspires us. Just from the premiere also sparked this little thing + I also assumed I’d stop writing for Angel once Mayans MC ended but after a name drop in TCL here I am lol! That angel was handsome too IJS. Bet you thought you could get rid of me huh!? Hope y’all enjoy my first spring prompt of the year!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: “Spring is so boring there aren’t any good holidays.” “Have you forgotten Easter, St patty’s day, Mother’s Day, April fools-” “I get it, I get it!”

FIRST GIF WAS FOUND THROUGH PINTEREST SO IT BELONGS TO IT’s RIGHTFUL OWNER + THE SECOND BELONGS TO: @dailymayans !

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The Vegas heat was doing what it does best, roasting down on you despite residing in a mountain area. You’re used to it, being from this state and living here all these years; although it was the fresh start of April, the eighty degree heat demanded to be felt. You’re out on the balcony, leaning over it, one arm exposed to the sun while the other went to work fanning yourself with your silk handheld folding fan staring out into the view.

Your bathing suit is somewhat dry still clinging to you although you, Angel, and Mavy got out of the community pool (over a half hour ago) as soon as it started to get over crowded with your fellow neighbors. Your body was slouched over the balcony, mindlessly fanning yourself as you sank into your boredom.

Angel chuckled at you from behind, leaving the balcony door open just a crack behind him with a beer in one hand. He briefly touched your lower back in greeting before moving to dramatically copy your movements but instead with the back of his hand resting on his forehead. “What you doin’ out here querida?”

“Oh you know, just losing my mind. Nothing too serious.” You replied while Angel snorted at you.

He sips at his cold beer before saying, “I asked you if you wanted go cruising this weekend and maybe end up in the city for a night but you weren’t feeling it. So…I’m guessing you didn’t enjoy your time at the pool?”

“With my two favorite boys…of course I did.” You weren’t sarcastic this time, “it’s just that I’m imagining spring break to be a real drag.”

Angel furrows his brows, not even knowing when that was coming up but still said, “so what are you saying? You wanna live out your college dreams again, head down to Miami to get wild or something?”

It was your turn to laugh as you tug on his shorts waistband, “Why would I need to relive Miami when I got my hoochie daddy right here?”

“Ah, Fuck outta here,” Angel laughed as he playfully smacked your hand away from him while you winked.

Pressing your temple into your balled up hand you sighed after awhile, “what im getting at is: Spring is so boring there aren’t any good holidays.”

Angel raised his brows at this, not entirely believing that you found the season to be boring since you just went out the way last weekend to go shopping for spring decor. He was glad he had to work that weekend because he just knew you would have him in those stores for hours like you commonly did, he just felt bad for maverick in the end though.

“…Have you forgotten Easter, St. patty’s day, Mother’s Day, April fools-” he ticks off with his fingers while you roll your eyes.

You interject, “I get it, I get it!”

It’s not like angel cared much about those holidays either…(he wasn’t the best at remembering dates) well maybe the last one he found the most interest in but now he was trying to do something different in life for Maverick and since he met you (who did care for holidays) after the big move here. That sweet baby boy changed the trajectory of the way angel looked at life now and he wanted his kid to experience nothing but greatness and if he could provide that he would. He also liked watching you interact with Maverick and you both seemed to have a good time on Easter, doing kids activities like: painting eggs, going Easter egg hunting, and even getting a picture with a weird looking Easter bunny that now sat on the mantle in the living room.

Angel was even going to church now when he felt up to it and knew his mother would probably be proud of the way he turned his life around. How life was so different from what it could have been. He could be the one in the ground with his family but Angel knew he was meant to be right here, no matter how painful it got to be here.

He reshaped his life and was glad to say that he did it.

“You know, there’s plenty of things we can get into now that Mav’s down for his nap. I can be your source of entertainment.” Angel hints, slipping an arm underneath your cover up and tugging you to him.

You smirk as you meet his dark eyes, fanning yourself with one hand while the other grips his tatted arm. “Is that right?”

“Uh huh,” Angel hums pressing into you as he bites his bottom lip before pecking yours.

It wouldn’t be the first time out here on this balcony but you wouldn’t make it a repeat since it was too hot for all that. And you didn’t need to hear angel’s complaints of his ass being scorched thanks to the material of the balcony! However with the way the both of you ended up, tongues battling, hands roaming and squeezing with Angel’s back against the balcony now, it was becoming difficult trying to get the words out.

His hand’s are full of kneading your backside and he lets you breathe while he’s attacking your neck now, just the way you like it underneath your ear, his facial hair tickling your skin as he does so. Your fan and his beer are both out of your grasps now as you’re scratching at his back, which is just enough indication for Angel to lift you by the waist and up against his hips. He buries his face back to your skin, loving the way you smell as you hold onto him.

Your eyes peek open, breathing still ragged as you hold on but soon your eyes focus out towards the fence that blocks the condo’s from the main highway, spotting a figure who has their attention solely on you. At first you expect it to be some sort of creep watching you be intimate with your boyfriend but a palm goes up into the air before they remove their sunglasses.

Your breathing stops and Angel instantly notices you go still against him. He pulls back to glance at you, “you alright?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly place your legs down and Angel steadies you, still keeping a hand across your hips before he follows your stare. Angel’s eyes are in slits now, craning his neck and he’s on defense mode now, “fuck are you doing here?!”

You slap Angel’s arm to ease him while the man slowly steps closer to the building and both of your eyesight’s.

He says your name in greeting, “…hey, can we talk?”

Angel’s against it once he spots your hesitance but once you move, he’s not far behind you. You’re waiting at the front door, eyes to the right as you await for the man to make his way up the steps. He jogs up the last few steps, quickly making his way over to you while holding his sunglasses.

You’re still holding your breath as you take in his appearance, and it’s still the same man that you had the chance to spend your childhood with. The both of you don’t say anything, just staring and tracing over each others features with your eyes and Angel doesn’t like the feeling that sinks to the bottom of his stomach.

“You’re Armando right? You don’t look like any of the pictures.” Angel breaks the silence from behind you, arms crossed.

Arman flicks his eyes to your boyfriend, he takes in Angel’s appearance for a second before turning back to you, “Please, call me Arman…and Pictures?”

You exhale, “oh…yeah just two. The one from Costa Rica and your personal favorite: The selfie you took with my digital camera, the one you stole to impress that girl in photography class who already had a boyfriend—

“Did she though? I don’t recall.” Arman smirks and you scoff with a roll of your eyes, “but yeah I think I remember that one. It was the week after we finished junior year, Back when you were working at the skeeball section and Alicja Bosko purposely threw the ball at your shoulder to show off to her jackass boyfriend.”

You nodded remembering that huge bruise you received later that night, “Steven Jefferson. He was actually one of the nicest on the basketball team, if not the only one.”

“That’s because he was in love with you.” It was Arman’s turn to roll his brown eyes while you shook your head.

“No he wasn’t,” you crinkled your nose, “he was too far up Alicja’s ass.”

Arman argued, “yeah well maybe he should have been in theater instead of his brother because he wasn’t fooling me.”

You shrugged your shoulders with a small smile at the little walk down memory lane but knew to agree to disagree. It’s not like it wasn’t possible since you and Steven shared a few classes together, worked on a project or two because you sat near or next to each other but it didn’t cross your mind then. And you also weren’t aware that Steven questioned Arman once, after school when you went home early if the two of you were some secret couple. That was just the clean version of what Steven really said, which landed Arman on a three day suspension and Steven missing out on the next two games.

“…but the picture? It had to be of you having Alicja by the throat in the background while I had the most mischievous smile on my face…I can’t believe I forgot how much of a little shit I was.” Arman chuckled to himself while you nodded at him in amusement before he turned back to Angel, “plus it would make sense that I look different as a teen to present day right? Being a grown successful man does that to you, huh?”

He playfully slapped Angel on his shoulder before he squeezed himself by, taking in your home.

‘Now who the fuck did this guy think he is?’ Was exactly what Angel was thinking.

You squeezed Angel’s wrist as he sent you a look before kicking the door shut behind you.

“Feels much better in here and I see you’re doing well for yourself too.” Arman stood in the middle of the home.

Although he resided in the same state as you but at a great distance, Arman was still aware of your professions of once being a PI but now worked for a cybersecurity company as an intelligence analyst. He was proud to see that you were still driven but ultimately knew that wouldn’t change.

Angel muttered, “I bet it does when you’re not dressed like fucken blade in Vegas.”

“What was that?” Arman’s got his hands on his hips, bringing his attention back to the tatted man.

“Angel’s just wondering what you would like to drink.” Smiling hard at your boyfriend, he sucked his teeth with a roll of his head and rushed by you two.

He went around the corner by the dining area to the left where the closed off kitchen was. Once he pulled the fridge open, he missed out on you and Arman reaching out for each other to give each other a squeeze but not long enough to the point it would bring tears.

Arman couldn’t take tears from you, never could.

“Angel’s also wondering what brings you here and why you felt the need to stalk his girlfriend from the bushes.” He inquired, appearing just as you’re motioning for Arman to have a seat on the couch.

Angel slides a Gatorade on the coffee table (this Arman character wasn’t getting any of Angel’s good beer. By the looks of Arman, Angel had a feeling he probably wouldn’t drink it anyway.) and plops down on the sitting chair on Arman’s left.

Arman awkwardly laughs, “right…didn’t mean to intrude on you two…” he sends a knowing smile at you while you shrugged with a flick of your hair, “and I know that probably looked insane so I do apologize for that. I just had to make sure I had the right place.”

You suggest, “Next time maybe a phone call would be better?”

“Can’t exactly trust that lately.” Arman admits which makes Angel sit up, sending you a glance before Angel is pressing his elbows into his knees while Arman continues, “Look…I’m not here to cause any trouble but I had to see you…just in case.”

Angel wasn’t sure what that means but he had a feeling and he didn’t like being out of the loop of what was going on. He left Santo Padre for a reason and he found something special with you…yet someone from your past just shows up out the blue—that you haven’t seen in who knows how long, with a nice cut on his lip, brow, and cheek! and who knows where else! Arman didn’t seem to be walking normally if you asked Angel and this guy was saying things like he was preparing for the worse! In conclusion: sounded like a red flag to Angel.

“Before you expand on that…there’s just a few things that I do need to get off my chest.” Angel interrupts the intense eye contact you were sharing with another man.

Arman blinks over at Angel, “okay…”

“How long has it been since you two last saw each other?”

Arman looks to you again and you round off, “it’s been years, maybe fifteen? but the postcards and little figurines made it seem like less.”

Angel wasn’t aware of any of that but it’s not like you kept your friendship with Arman much of a secret. There wasn’t anything to hide in the first place. You always spoke highly of him and Angel couldn’t really grasp the idea of a man and a woman being just friends if they weren’t family. Yes that was his projection but he’s never seen anything like this that wasn’t romantic.

He rubs at his face in thought while Arman smiles softly at you, lightly shoving your knee and in that moment Angel was thankful he did the honors of tying your coverup before you opened the front door. Sorry not sorry.

Angel just comes right out with it, “so…were you two ever a thing? Serious or just foolin’ around?”

Your eyes go wide and Arman laughs at this, which irritates Angel.

“No.” Arman clearly states, “We maybe soulmates but not in a romantic sense, which makes this friendship so much more easy to have, no matter how many years pass us by. I love your girlfriend but you don’t have to worry about me falling in love with her because that’s your job, right?” He stares hard at the bearded man, almost daring Angel to say the wrong thing.

Angel immediately nods his head, feeling the tension ease somewhat from his jaw although he can feel your heated stare on him also. You already told him what it was with Arman when he asked you about your love for him once before and didn’t particularly like that he was bringing it up again to Arman. However Angel wanted to make sure that this wasn’t one sided and he had no shame in that.

“Good!” Arman claps, “then we have nothing to worry about. As long as you’re good to her, then we won’t have an issue.”

“…we’re good to each other.” You tell, wanting Angel’s eyes to settle on you, which they do before he sits back with a crooked smile.

Satisfied.

You shake your head at him and turn back to Arman who’s watching the exchange. You place your hand on Arman’s which is now thrown along the top of the couch, “And I’m glad I have all of my boys back underneath one roof. Except one of them doesn’t work my nerves as much.”

Arman scowls as he looks at Angel, “I find that hard to believe.”

“Fuck does that mean?” Angel feels his lip curl while Arman holds his hands up in surrender with a smile as Angel says, “she’s not talking about me but you don’t have to assume shit with that smug smile on your face, man.”

‘Lookin’ like the damn monopoly man and shit.’ Angel thinks to himself but he was trying to keep things cordial.

Arman tilts his head at this, “…there’s another guy that loves to take up your time? Don’t tell me—

“Relax,” you soothe, “I didn’t biologically have Maverick but I love him like he’s my own.”

“And I can’t thank you enough.” Angel tells you with a glint in his eye, “you have any kids, Armando?”

Arman slowly shakes his head putting the pieces together silently after spying a picture above the fireplace before he thinks of his own situation, “no but I too know a kid that I’ll always protect.”

“Aw, look at you having the parenting bug.” You wiggle the man’s shoulder.

Arman sighs trying to fight back a smile, “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. Your face did.”

“She’s right.” Angel agreed.

Arman attempts to whisper, “Don’t say that too much or her head will explode.”

You pinch the back of the skin on Arman’s hand who hisses before yanking his hand away. Angel laughs at you two, finding that this Arman guy might be alright in his book.

“I’ve missed you, you know? Even when you still do that pinching shit.” He shakes his hand about before rubbing it.

“I know and so have I, Armani-man.”

He chuckles, “haven’t heard that in awhile.”

“What?” You gasp as you mention, “Don’t tell me Nadia hasn’t hit you with annoying spins on your government?”

Yes you were also aware that Arman found his Mrs. Morales out there in the world. At first you felt a way about it since he simply sent over a picture and a brief letter to your mailbox during your late twenties and not an invitation to the wedding. Which he later explained in the attached letter that it was a spur of the moment ceremony out of the country. You only knew bits and pieces of what Nadia was like and what she looked like. However there seemed to be a shift in Arman at the mention of his wife.

As soon as you noticed it, it was gone, leaving the guarded man to exhale, “…only when she wants something.”

“You too, huh?” Angel cracks open the Gatorade before taking a sip, “ever get hit with a ‘hoochie daddy?’”

Arman blinks before oddly staring back and forth at you two, “A what?”

“Never mind my boyfriend,” you fan your hand, “you said you came here to visit me just in case of what exactly…”

Arman dips his head and clears his throat. When he starts cracking his fingers with one hand, you notice it’s still something he does when there’s a lot on his mind even with the both of you settling into your own adulthoods. That alone makes you scoot closer to him, balling your legs to the side of you as you rest your head back against his arm.

“I’m here. Always.”

This he knew.

He never imagined plopping back into your life like this, on the run and keeping it all away from the two women he’s in love with but it was a fact that you knew the start. And if that’s what he had to go back to, then so be it. Part of him felt like he should feel guilty bringing you back into this, while at the same time he knew the levels of your relationship and that you would always look out for him too.

The both of you grew up together and then separately because arman sought out for more that his father didn’t approve of and the connection between you two was just as strong then as it is now. It wasn’t conditional on your part, which is why the both of you still had a friendship. That was evident with the way you two moved around each other and Angel felt like he should be jealous.

Oh but he was! especially with the bits of affection he witnessed, that was something he didn’t want to get used to but maybe he was starting to understand? Angel would grasp it more if he saw how Arman was around this Nadia person and had a feeling he probably would the longer Arman stayed or came around. However both you and Arman knew it wouldn’t be a long span of time. It’s just not the way he operated.

He was always on the move.

“Do I need to give you two the room?” Angel places his hand on his chest, “I really don’t want to in fear that I’ll start smoking again but my heart, yeah I got that, is saying I prolly should.”

You peek up at Arman, the both of you sharing a laugh before Arman nudged his head and you’re patting the empty spot next to you. “Get over here.”

“I dunno…the way you two look at each other gives off more than just friends.” Angel cautiously makes his way over, while you toss your legs right over his lap, leaving him to caress your bare ankle.

Arman shakes his head as he meets Angel’s eyes, “you’ve never loved a best friend so much that you’ll do anything for?”

“Well yeah…” Angel starts with a lift of his shoulders, “but I never had stars in my eyes when I looked at coco’s crazy ass. And he wouldn’t be walking up in my house like he owns the place. I’ll tell you that much. Actually—he’d probably find a way in here without us knowing.”

You’ve heard stories about Coco—Johnny plenty times before and wished you would have had the chance to meet him. With the way Angel spoke of him and the one’s he once called his brothers, made it seem like you already have.

You snort, “might as well have stars with how much you speak on him and Ezekiel.”

Angel blows out a breath at how much he missed those guys through it all, “I guess I get it too. But i do have to say, if this turns out to be more harm than good to us…you may see a side of me you don’t like and that can get ugly.”

That was aimed more at Arman than you, you were sure but as good as you knew the man to your left, he didn’t take threats lightly yet he could respect it since you chose Angel.

“Well at least you’re honest about your lack of looks…but we can both agree every side is my good side.” Arman jokes as he pinches his chin, caressing his facial hair with a grin.

Angel huffs, “get a load of this fucken guy! First you waltz in here and now this? You’re something else, man. But I guess…you’re alright for now.”

Arman leans over you as Angel goes to give him a fist while Arman was ready to give his hand a shake. Angel stares at Arman’s hand, not budging before Arman huffs and decides to bump fists instead with a shake of his head in disbelief.

“Yay, my bestie and my boyfriend getting along!”You grip Arman’s shoulder to place a kiss on his cheek before flopping your body against Angel who squeezes your shoulder, kissing the corner of your eye as you say “Love to see it…maybe spring break won’t be so bad after all.”

Arman and Angel both share a knowing glance, being aware that this probably wouldn’t be some simple visit of a friend coming to town—although you were no stranger to Arman’s lifestyle—but for both of their sakes they’ll relish in your happiness.

That’s mainly what both men wanted for you.

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Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.

#queued #the cleaning lady #the cleaning lady season 3 #the cleaning lady fox #arman morales #Arman morales x reader #adan canto #mayans mc #mayans mc x reader #Angel Reyes #angel reyes x reader #spring prompts #clayton cardenas

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sincericida · 5 months

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Hello!

I wanna say first that I really really love your blog. I’ve been following you for a while now and it truly makes my days whenever you share a new pic of Andrew :))

Lately everyone’s loosing their minds over his attendance to Emma’s new movie premiere, which I’m really excited about because I love Yorgos Lanthimos sm. Anyways, fans went wild and I just… I know they’re both so beyond the time they were together, and obviously they know how to navigate the media content, but I cringe at all the narrative about them being the Roman Empire, or like the true La La Land story, like, everyone’s hung up on them still, even with her family and his own stuff going on. It’s just wild. Obviously it’s mostly just harmless comments, edits, and it’s also great they stayed in good terms, so they show their support for each other’s careers with full authenticity. People make it weird.

I’m sorry for rambling and the longest ask ever. I noticed you didn’t really shared posts about the event, and I was so relief honestly :P

Thank you for such amazing blog! <3 Have a wonderful day :D

Hello dear!

I’m glad you like this little space! 🫶🏼 I shared videos about the Andrew's presence in the premiere of "Poor Things" in London - because I think the friendship that lasts between him and Emma is very cute. But that’s it - friendship - and nothing more. He has his life now and she has her life, a happy marriage, her daughter. Some people are rude and crazy and weird have even weirder ideas about them and the nature of their relationship. People who ship "Stonefield" are very out of reality. They’ll need to stop with thinking they are ever gonna get back together. When they should just appreciate their friendship for what it is. They are still good friends. That's it.

I appreciate you sharing your thoughts with me 🫶🏼

#thank you for the ask!#my thoughts #andrew garfield #emma stone #friendship #stonefield #they're so adorable #but please y'all don’t try to send them together because they both moved on #they are still a good friends #just accept this fact #don't be childish #premiere #poor things #london #ask box #ask anon #ask response

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pedropascalito · 11 months

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oh that girl from malta was just absolutely unhinged and stalking behaviour. p has always said that he’s always stoked when fans come up to him for a selfie or a chat because he himself has done it a few times, so for him to react the way that he did must’ve been because the woman was bothering him and that she wouldn’t leave him alone (only guessing from her post).

according to my moots that the woman turned the comments off on her post then made her account private after. saw it on twt, here’s the full post if you hadn’t seen it:

The trip where my idol, inspiration and hope for the world broke my heart!

Yes I went crazy and embarked on the adventure of meeting my idol. I never, ever expected to be so heart broken by someone I believed to be so thankful, so warm and kind towards his fans. I guess it is true, NEVER MEET YOUR HERO!

I traveled across countries to try my luck and when I saw him I thought "no way". Soon I was treated with the opposite of what he had made me believe he was. No, there weren't 50 people that could suddenly chase him. There was 2... 2 loving fans only trying to show him how much they care.

Even though this whole weekend ended in disappointment for me, I still got the chance to meet amazing people. @ed.zepplin who was just the sweetest person! Thank you for sharing your experience and for being so nice to me and my friends!

@sebamondacam, your story inspired me and I was so thrilled to meet you. I'm glad he matched your expectations. To you both i wish all the luck and success.

To @pascalispunk, I'm sorry if you had a rough day, i hope the beach was nice and I apologize for doing nothing but support you and being refused 4 seconds of your time (which would have meant the fucking world to me) when all I wanted to say was THANK YOU for inspiring me, THANK YOU for bringing my confidence back, THANK YOU for making me want to sing again and THANK YOU for being an example of a human being (which I didn't even recognize). I wonder what would have happened if I was Rihanna 🤔...

I only had love and thanks to give you and in 2 seconds you managed to break my heart and made me doubt everything I had built you in my head to be. I even did my nails with your favorite colors 😅 what an idiot...

@cocoullrich keep up the good work, I guess.

Here you go, anon. The full story in their words.

Sounds like she put herself first and blamed him for not accommodating her random demand for attention. He’s not required to satisfy a need for attention from a stranger on their whim. It doesn’t make him a bad person.

I would hope any fan, including me, would honor what he has done to uplift them by turning around and lifting up others. And if you have the chance to tell him in an appropriate setting, like a premier or comic con event, awesome! As an introvert, I’m biased towards leaving people the fuck alone when they are not working.

#pedro pascal #ask #fandom

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bugboysgf · 2 years

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Find Our Way pt3

Summary: Jack ended things in high school between you to but now you're older and things start to get complicated.

Couple years later

“Holy shit.” Jade got up from the bed in the hotel room. You guys were in a hotel because you were going to a premiere later that day.

“What?” you asked looking up from your phone

“Jack he released a song with lil naz x-””

“I don't wanna hear about jack. You know this already.” you cut jade off.

“But look.” she shoved the phone in your face. You look at a guy with a white tank top on and pink pants.

“Okay? What am I looking at?”

“That's jack.” you furrowed your eyes and grabbed the phone out of her hand.

“Holy fucking shit thats jack.” you looked at her with your mouth opened wide

“Damn, that's crazy when he gets so hot.”

“He was always hot.” you said still looking at the video.

“The vmas.” “What about it?” you asked.

“There tomorrow and you're nominated and he's nominated, so you guys are going to see each other for the first time in years.”

“He's nominated for what?” you started to panic. You could barely talk to Jack when you were in high school with him so what were you going to do now?

“His song is whats poppin.”

“Shit i'm dead.”

—

The vmas went smoothly with no sign of jack. You only saw him when he won his awards and that's it. You're so glad you didnt see him on the red carpet. Now you were at the after party talking when some of your music friends. You decided you wanted another drink so you excused yourself. You walked up to the bar and asked for water since you already had been drinking.

“y/n?” you heard a familiar voice. You turn around shit.shit. Shit. It's urban.

“Urban hi.” you gave him a smile.

“You look so different… in a good way. How are you.”

“I'm good.” you nodded your head.

“Jack-” “Nope” you stopped him right there.

“Come on y/n that was years ago. He's not even signed with drama anymore.”

“What does drama have to do with me and jack.”

“Oh shit” you can tell he just said something he shouldnt have.

“Anyways do you want-” “y/n?” oh my god this time you knew exactly who it was. Jack. you turn around and give him a smile

“Hey.” you tried to act normal as possible meanwhile urban was backing away trying to leave the situation.

“It's been forever, how have you been?” “Umm good ..i've been good.” you nodded your head. Silence filled the space between you too.

“I have to go.” you said trying to get out of the conversation.

“No” was all he said

“What?”

“I said no, I need to talk to you.. Well, apologize.”

“There's no need.” you cut him off.

“Yes there is.” “Nope, I've moved on, you moved on. We're good.” you tried to tell him but he shook his head.

“You moved on, I haven't. I want to be friends again.”

“What?” you had to make sure you were hearing him right because there is no way he said that.

“I wanted to be friends again.” you looked him in his blue eyes and shook your head. “Look it was a mistake y/n, i didn't want to end things.”

“But you did.” memories of him calling you that night came into your mind. You remember sitting on the bed crying all night because he broke things off.

“I had to hear me out. Please.” he begged.

“Fine.”

“Drama made me i choose you or him and if I choose you I was done for. I need him for my career. You have to understand you always wanted similar things. You got your dream, I got mine.”

“Yea jack but i didn't hurt people in the process.” you said turning around to walk away.

“If you make it any better, drama knew I liked you that why i had to end things.”

That's when your heart dropped. Jack liked me back this whole time

#jackman #jack harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x reader #jackman thomas harlow #fanfic

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destinygoldenstar · 10 months

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The Best Scene In Every Ninjago Season

I love Ninjago. Out of all the cartoons I watched as a kid, this is the one that probably stuck with me as I grew up. Me and my sister have next to no show interests, in fact she watched TV more than I did. And that is still the case. But then she was watching the first episode of Ninjago one time and I dismissed it as a kiddy LEGO show with no substance. (Probably the mindset everyone has when they look at the show at first) And I just stayed in the living room to play with some Ever After High dolls (that I don’t have anymore). But then the first episode ended in an ambiguous cliffhanger that turned me on. And from there we watched the show together. We were there when Rebooted premiered. Then I got upset at a certain part, and took a two year break from the show.

But my love for this show isn’t completely nostalgia based. Because when I came back to it, now with a brain that could understand writing quality, I found the show holds up incredibly well. It goes HARD in cases.

And this is a LEGO SHOW. Made to sell toys.

They absolutely did NOT need to go THIS HARD with the show’s story, characters, or making you feel anything. AND YET THEY WENT HARD.

And I am so happy to see more YouTube channels doing reactions to the show. I’m so glad it’s getting more attention and recognition. (I mean you could argue it already did from how much it blew up in toy sales, but you know, no one talked about the quality of the show.)

So I wanted to talk about this show myself. Because there is a lot, A LOT to talk about.

I did make a few posts in the past, but unfortunately all of them were about a criticism I had with the show. Yeah, this show isn’t perfect. I have issues like that. But looking at those posts, while my thoughts held up, I felt bad cause ‘All I ever do is complain’.

So I wanted to break free from that and talk about stuff I genuinely LIKE about the show. Because there is a lot of things I like.

I’m going to state what I think are the best scenes in every canon Ninjago season.

I’m going to pick the best scene in each season, and say what I like about it. (My opinion)

This counts the Pilots and Day of the Departed. But the comics and shorts won’t count. That goes for the 2017 movie as well, as that is not canon to the story. So I don’t have to talk about it.

And yeah I’ll separate the Fire Chapter and the Ice Chapter. I know someone’s gonna complain about that if I don’t.

I might say a few honorable mentions here and there, if I can come up with some, but not mandatory.

My thought on the season overall has nothing to do with this. Because even in the worst seasons (in my eyes), there’s something I like.

And these scenes range from a lot of elements I look into. A good character moment, a great action scene, or something that hit me in the feels or got me thinking.

And if I don’t mention your favorite scene, feel free to list it when reblogging. I’d love to hear them.

So let’s get into it:

The Pilots

I think the best scene in the pilot episodes was when the ninja first performed The Tornado Of Creation.

This, to me, is where the team we all know and love comes together. Wu assigned them as a team back in the first episode, but this is the first time all four of them collectively work together on their own call. And performing this group attack on the skeleton army is the signification of them as The Ninja.

I say ‘attack’, but you know, it’s just a ferris wheel prison. Which is actually a really good joke.

You could argue them coming together is the skeleton fight in the first episode, and that’s a cool scene as well, but to me that gets rectified when the dragon shows up and Kai nearly gets them killed with the scythe. Here, they’re all in an agreement on a plan.

Also worth note, this is the first time we hear the collective “Ninja-Go!” Line. (Together, not just one ninja)

This is part of my thought on that line. It’s not just them stating the shows title over and over. This is the name of their home that the first spinjitsu master created for them. This is their home of honor, that they uphold to protect as the Creation Elemental Masters. Their self-worth and loyalty to what their world stands for is a source of mental power. And it comes out in a glorious war cry.

(I just kind wished they didn’t always re-use voice acting lines. Depending on the scene, there are many expressions you could apply to the phrases. I think a different take of the line would be very fitting. That’s a nitpick though.)

Rise Of The Snakes

This one is gonna show my bias. But I don’t care.

I have to go with the reveal of Zane being an android.

This was THE moment I realized that this show was not just a toy commercial. And probably for a lot of other people as well. This was the moment we all realized this show had a story to tell, and characters who weren’t just one note. This had substance, and could make you feel.

Like SHOCK.

Because holy gosh, this had me and my sister screaming when we first watched it. (And we got in trouble with our parents cause we watched the episode at two in the morning) Yeah anybody who sees Ninjago now KNOWS Zane is an android, so it’s probably no surprise to them. But back then? We didn’t know, man! This was a huge deal!

And on a writing standpoint, this plot twist was brilliant.

It wasn’t anywhere near obvious, but it didn’t come out of nowhere. There were a lot of clues and hints throughout the previous episodes that Zane was an android. And it's so well hidden that we the audience overlook it. Heck, they even SAY he isn’t human multiple times, but we don’t suspect it in the literal sense because the moral of that episode was that the others needed to accept him. UGH ITS SO GOOD.

It’s not a twist for the sake of a twist. This is a HUGE thing for Zane that shakes up himself and his entire dynamic. Had this twist never happened, Zane would flat out not be the same character. Especially since it’s a twist that happens so early into the show.

My favorite part of watching other people’s reactions of this show is their reaction to this very twist.

But shock isn’t the only emotion in the scene. It also leads to a very emotional response and revelation for Zane as a character.

I love how the others ninja almost instantly accept this when they find out. They’re shocked, obviously, but they try to assure Zane he’s no different and they still care about him. It’s Zane himself who pushes them away because he can’t process that. It’s a very human reaction from him.

Ironically, Zane acts more robotic when he thinks he’s human. But when he realizes he literally is a robot, he acts more human. I love that detail.

And the sequence of Zane trying to understand his own body, leading to those emotionally powerful flashbacks of how he was raised, learned his skills, and outlived his inventor/father… gets me every time.

That’s how you write good subtext for a scene. It’s all done with next to no words. This is how you write a story about self acceptance and self worth.

As someone with high functioning aspergers, this spoke to me so much. Other people may not understand us, but if we understand ourselves, it’s more rewarding than being perfectly heard by others. We have our own personal way of looking at things, and better than normal kids or no, it’s something to cherish.

I don’t think Zane is an allegory for neurodivergent people, because that would mean they’re comparing those people to robots, which… problematic. But it doesn’t harm by love for this scene.

And the fact that it’s all followed up with Zane being the first ninja to unlock his true potential, is the cherry on top.

“There is nothing that will hold me back. I know who I am.”

That’s a great line. This is subtext right here.

You all wonder why Zane is best ninja? ❄️

The show starting with the other ninja considering Zane weird and a detriment, and then he ends up being a role model and setting an example for the human ninja.

Speaking of, the other ninjas true potential moments are great too. So consider those honorable mentions.

Legacy of the Green Ninja

I could just choose what seems to be the obvious choice and go with the battle between Lloyd and the Overlord.

So yeah. I’ll do that…

The fight in Episode 25.

Yeah, I think the first encounter was better. The reason is simple, I just think it feels more personal.

Everything from the shockingly grotesque transformation when Garmadon and the Overlord merge, to the choreography of the fight between Lloyd and the Overlord on the beach. Lloyd calling out to his father, and his father hearing him and trying to prevent the Overlord from hurting his kid… yeah this is good angst.

The actual final battle is fine and pretty to look at, and Lloyd being so resolved to fight them makes sense after all of this. But that’s a fight between the Green Ninja and a dark entity. An impersonal battle all things considered.

THIS is a fight between a father and son who were forced apart by the worlds perception of how their stories should play out. Who sacrificed everything for a better life for each other, but in order to achieve it, they have to take each other down. A personal battle.

Name a character that suffered more than these two, I’ll wait.

Rebooted

This one was a no brainer. It’s Zane’s sacrifice.

This is that scene. This is the scene that upset me and made me go on hiatus as a kid.

This is the first time I've ever cried to media. I am NOT someone who cries when watching TV. I feel the emotion, but I do not cry. At least, tears don't stream off my face level cry. My sister is the crier.

When it comes to TV, the only other time I've ever bawled my eyes out, as of the time of this post, was the ending of Arcane. (Fantastic show, btw) And that's adult animation, so it's been awhile.

I distinctly remember my reaction to this season's ending. The whole time I assumed nothing of it, just 'oh, Zane's gonna save the day. Yay.'

And then Cole said, "If his heart overloads, he'll blow. He'll never survive."

Then I realized what was happening. And I kept begging, BEGGING, to the TV, that this was a fakeout. 'No. He'll be okay. He'll be okay, right? He's gonna be fine. He won't die. He won't die.'

'Why isn't he letting go?! WHY ISN'T HE LETTING GO?!'

And it wasn't a fakeout. He actually died.

I ran out of the room, I was crying so hard.

(It was the PIXAL stare. That was what made me run out of the room. I had to pause the episode just so I could finish crying.)

So yeah. From that alone, this scene is the best in Rebooted.

But watching it NOW, it's kind of redundant. As Zane is revealed to be in a new body next season. (Idk if that's considered he was resurrected as him, or this is a Zane 2.0, a Zane Jr., it's honestly not made clear how that works. My headcanon is the latter.) (When I came back into the show after that hiatus, I thought because PIXAL had the other half of his heart, she took apart HERSELF to make a new Zane. And the original Zane really is dead. But I guess that's too dark for that to have been the case, so it isn't, but I think that's more interesting than 'Zane rebuilt himself')

So all the scene has in value in the show now is how Zane got his titanium body.

However, this scene STILL has my heart, and rewatching it now as an adult, it's STILL very emotionally powerful.

The build up was excellent. This is arguably THE conclusion to OG Zane's character arc throughout the entirety of these previous seasons. He knows who he is. He knows what he stands for. No tech is gonna replace his heart, and no matter where he belongs, he will protect those who cannot protect themselves. Not because he's programmed to, but because that is who he is as a living breathing entity.

This scene is, arguably, the PERFECT way for Zane to go out. And in that sense, Zane Jr. happening doesn't retract from the character work taking place.

The visuals are beautiful. The score is... MWAH. The other ninja's reactions. PIXAL watching from afar. It all SELLS the emotion that needs to be dealt in the scene.

And Zane doesn't even say that much. I realized. It's all on his face the pain he's going through. The heart monitor. His body is actually SHAKING. It really is a great usage of subtext. (Now I'm being annoying with that) Brent Miller's voice acting brings some of the best line deliveries for Zane. (All the ninja's VAs basically ARE their respective characters)

Presentation wise, this scene is phenomenal and HITS the exact emotions they want you to feel.

Then there's the funeral, with the statue, Cyrus Borg and Kai both get really good speeches, it starts snowing, and that final shot of PIXAL on the conveyor belt being dragged into the light with a smile... SO GOOD. (Again, back then I thought PIXAL died here, and she went to robot heaven.)

It's a phenomenal scene. It's iconic. You already know it is.

The Tournament Of Elements

This is, by far, the HARDEST one to decide.

I LOVE this season to bits. I've watched this season more times than any other Ninjago season. And there are so, so, so, so, SO many GREAT scenes in this season.

To the point where you could make a great argument as to why I should've chose HALF of the scenes in this season, and I would perfectly understand why.

(Just some honorable mentions: The fight between Jay and Cole, finding PIXAL's body, Cole and Zane's reunion, the prison break, the Elemental Dragons, Zane Jr. getting a self discovery moment, Garmadon's sacrifice)

So trust me, I had to think HARD on this one.

And I had to ask myself, which of these scenes really GRABBED me as a kid? What made me genuinely SCARED for someone? A scene that NOW, captivates me beyond reason, and what I consider one of the most important scenes for a certain character?

So this might be an odd choice, but I have to go with Kai's corruption.

IT'S MY LIST.

I rewatched this season more than any other season as a kid. I remember distinctly that I ALWAYS got stuck with this scene in particular. I couldn't wrap my head around it.

One part of me wondered a version of the season's last quarter where Kai just flat out turned evil and sided with Chen, then Lloyd and Skylor had to snap him out of it and have Kai learn that his own power is enough and that there's more value in the smaller roles in destiny than the bigger ones.

I don't know what it is, but Evil Kai AUs are captivating to me.

This scene was especially important for me as a kid, because it was the turning point for my opinion on Kai as a character.

To think, as a child I couldn't stand Kai for some reason. Now everything I hated about him is everything I love about him and he's probably my 2nd/3rd favorite ninja.

Zane is #1, obviously.❄️

(We love our confident sassy older brother with angst and anger issues 🔥.)

The whole episode Chen decided to be a daddy's girl and spare her crush, because he knew there was a darkness in Kai's heart about his place in the world and not being the Green Ninja.

But this episode also showed where Kai's loyalties lied, and that he was willing to put all of those thoughts aside for the sake of his friends. He even went out of his way to make a VERY risky plot to break the staff and get Skylor to turn. (Wow, a season where they don't make Kai some idiot with insecurities over his powers, and they actually make him smart. Recklessly smart as a cherry on top... yeah I love this season)

So I believed, 'okay, there's no way Kai is ever gonna turn on Lloyd. This is all a plan to save him and everyone. The power isn't gonna get to him- OH MY FSM.'

Yeah this caught me off guard.

For the longest time, we thought Kai was magically accepting of his fate because child Lloyd and older brother instincts. But no. He never accepted it. He put up an act because that was the role everyone gave him.

After all, The Green Ninja is a hero who saved the day all on his own. (Kai himself said that earlier in the season) He doesn't need his friends. He doesn't need his guardians.

Except no, because a moral of this season was that everyone needs someone they can rely on.

(I'll probably make a post about this in more detail, but this show writes its TEAM of protagonists better than most shows out there. Often when there's a team of main characters, there's usually a significant imbalance where the leader is the star of everything, and/or the so called team just has their own stuff going on and only interact with like one other member. I want to see a team BE a team. I want to see a found family FEEL like a found family. I want to see people interact, I want to see them banter, crack insults, be playful, share heartfelt moments, create bonds you buy into. And this aspect of Ninjago, I think is what remains consistently good the entire show. Even in the worst seasons. And I think it's what fans have grappled onto with the show the best. And it's also the reason very few fans care for the 2017 movie where the team dynamic was very much ignored, and it was all 'Lloyd is the star'. THANK FSM THE SHOW DIDN'T DO THAT.)

Hearing a character's bottled up emotions come pouring out in this scary moment, seeing said character trying to fight his own bad thoughts, Lloyd and Skylor's horrified expressions.

Had the Prison Break gang not slammed a boulder on Kai's head, this guy would've harmed his own little brother.

Thankfully Kai makes the choice to break the staff afterwards, rejecting those thoughts once and for all, and accepting his role as a guardian for the Green Ninja.

Sometimes you don't get to be a Green Ninja in life. Sometimes you end up being a Fire Ninja. And that's okay. They both have their parts, and they're both important to each other's stories.

(They're brothers, your honor)

This was just a really good moment for Kai as a character. This was the point as a kid I decided 'yeah he's alright, actually.'

Again though, there are A LOT of excellent scenes in this season. I bet you all expected me to pick Garmadon's sacrifice, and trust me I love that scene too. I was very close to picking that. But maybe I just wanted to shed light on something different.

Possession

This is another tough one. I can see arguments for a good handful of scenes.

(Honorable mentions: Morro's first attack on the ninja, Nya's true potential, Nya's bucket test, the ninja rescuing Lloyd, Lloyd and Garmadon's final goodbye, basically any interaction Lloyd and Kai have this season, Nya comforting Cole, Cole learning Airjitsu)

But I do think this time, I picked a pretty obvious one.

The ending of Episode 4.

What can I say other than MY JAW FELL ON THE FLOOR?!

I made a joke-ish post about how I felt like Cole should've stayed a ghost, but you know, the show doesn't do permanent consequences.

However, that does not make this moment any less of a shock to me.

I could not breathe after I first watched the end of this episode. The episode itself is GREAT, one of my favorite episodes of the show. But I don't think anybody expected the ending.

When they stated that 'if you're in the temple at sunrise, you turn into a ghost with no cure.'

I thought 'oh, that's just a stake they added for tension purposes. Nobody's actually gonna suffer those consequences.'

And guess what happened.

Again, excellent score, and brilliant usage of camera work. Kirby Morrow's delivery of the line "I'm a ghost..."

(Rest in peace Kirby Morrow)

CHILLS. I FELT THEM.

The tension of the clock chimes, and everyone running for their lives.

That quick moment of relief when we see the other three ninja making it out of there.

Then the camera only focusing on Cole's hand.

The other ninja's horrified reactions when they realized what happened. The fact that they can't even put it into words.

Then we see Cole's ghostly face in despair as he falls on his knees.

AND THEN THE EPISODE JUST ENDS?!

Dude, THAT is how you write a scene that makes your audience feel SHOCK and DESPAIR.

Skybound

I think the best scene in Skybound is Nya's love confession.

In my opinion, one of the only good things about this season is Jays character arc, and his dynamic with Nya. And this was a GREAT way for them to work things out and reconnect their love.

Obviously by running away together in the middle of the ocean while a djinn wants to forge marriage with the girl. THE kids show everybody.

While I don’t like the feminism allegory in this season, (it might be my least favorite thing about Nya’s character), it wasn’t the worst usage of it, especially nowadays, and there actually is a good message here.

Gals need men in their lives. But that’s not harmful to her own abilities. They all have lessons to learn and can improve from each other. Jay definitely learns a lot from her throughout the show. There’s nothing wrong with not being born perfect and asking for help. Or even falling in love.

When a LEGO show has a better strong female message than Hollywood.

And so Nya finally confessing that and her love for Jay is so satisfying. The setup here was great, and it pays off in such a gut wrenching way, because spoilers she sacrifices herself to save Jay and she gets kidnapped.

Before you say she’s embracing the damsel in distress role: No.

She helps Jay out with getting the sword. And it’s HER choice to save Jay in this moment. I say that’s stronger willpower than punching things. And shows that these two are on equal ground.

Ah if only the rest of this season was as good as this plotline and this moment.

Day Of The Departed

Nothing.

Okay okay, fine. There is one scene I really liked. The montage of everyone setting memorials for their loved ones.

This is a really nice touching sequence of the ninja respecting their loved ones who have passed on.

Except for Jay. Jay is the ONLY ninja with a normal happy childhood.

Nah, his trauma is present events rather than past ones.

Ninjago is 'Family Drama/Trauma, The Kids Show'

Hands Of Time

Well this is awkward since I very recently made a post complaining about this season.

Under any other circumstance, I would say the best scene is the Smith family reunion.

Everything else about the scene is there. The character setup is there. The action is there. The context for heartbreak is there. It’s one of the biggest deals of the season…

But I’m sorry, the dialogue in the scene is THAT distracting for me that it’s not my pick.

So instead I’m going to pick a very simple scene that wasn’t ruined by dialogue: Baby Kai and Nya flashback.

Simple. It’s SO CUTE. If you’re gonna have a season about time and the past, show us more of these moments of the past. And also there’s barely any talking, just Kai remembering a good simple time when his sister was born.

Then everything went in the garbage bin and he became a five year old adult with a child to care for.

As much as I wanted more of that in this season, it’s one of the few moments in this season that shows and doesn’t tell. And it works. Also Kai had freckles as a kid but not as a teen, and yet Jay developed freckles when he hit puberty. Lmao what is that about?

Sons Of Garmadon

Great season. But I knew what my choice was immediately. Lloyd Vs Garmadon

This is as close to perfect of a fight scene this show has ever gotten. I was SHAKING the first time I saw it. Like, you just feel so bad for Lloyd here. All this child wants is a family, and not only does he get robbed of that over and over again, but Harumi mocks any acceptance he has of the loss by resurrecting his father into this horrifying DEVIL that just wants to KILL him.

This scene pulls back no punches, and became one of Ninjagos darkest scenes yet.

Like yeah there’s attempted murder here on a father trying to kill his child, and said child just wants to get through to the father he knew, and the action is intense and brutal, but GOSH DID THEY HAVE TO DELIVER THAT GUTPUNCH OF A LINE?!

“I have no son.”

This is the first season to take place post movie, and I strongly believe the writers of the TV show took “I wish you weren’t my father” and said ‘hey we can do that. We can do it better.’

No matter the media, Lloyd is an emo child. I don’t make the rules. There’s a reason he’s the source of most Ninjago angst.

Protect the baby brother!

Hunted

Also great season, but also no contest for me. It’s Harmuis death.

They shouldn’t have brought her back. This was a perfect way to end her character.

This is the last character you’re routing for. She emotionally torments Lloyd, and resurrects his father to kill him. Then she steals said father and influences him to kill Lloyds friends and family, just so he could suffer.

Oh yeah and she also assassinates her adoptive family.

Gosh this show is dark.

Yeah her backstory is sad and you understand her motives, she thinks she’s saving humanity, yaddy yada. I was still routing for her downfall I loved to hate her that much.

So imagine the shock and despair I felt when she did.

Despite how insane, blood thirsty, ruthless, and EVIL this woman is, there was always a spark of humanity left in her. One that only wanted to do what was best, and when it dawns on her that she’s causing all the damage to others that happened to her, she resorts to what she originally wanted to achieve. At the cost of her own life.

The cuts to present and past, the expression telling the story, that last stare at Lloyd in her final moments as she sheds regret… ouch, man. This hurts.

And again, I could NEVER imagine myself ever caring for Harumi after everything she’s done. So this really achieved the impossible.

It was so sad that she died and didn’t come back. Ever.

March Of The Oni

This is a hard one. This is pretty much a 5/10 season with some really good moments.

I could talk about the conversation between Lloyd and the FSM. As I feel like that is one of the most important conversations in the entire show.

But for me, the best scene in the show, and the one that stuck with me is Garmadon's conversation with Vinny.

Yeah I had to look up his name. I keep forgetting he's in this show.

This was a great character moment for Garmadon's character. He's been all about survival and holding your own because death trauma and Oni trauma. But then the ninja lose a member (NOT, this show would never kill off one of the ninja. (Please Dragons Rising don't make that sentence end poorly.)) And suddenly he's confused as ever why they even care.

It's a really nice quiet touching moment of him looking into the ninja's photos and their memories, trying to put up a smile, looking back into a picture he smashed carelessly, and it's overall pretty quiet after the loud stuff that happened earlier.

Vinny doesn't even have to blatantly state the moral, he's just giving a human response and his own opinion. I like that. I also like that he doesn't hog the scene pretty much and the focus is on Garmadon.

Good stuff.

Secrets Of The Forbidden Spinjitsu Fire Chapter

Oooooooooooohhh...

What do I like about this season again?

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh...

This joke is funny:

"You're all too valuable to risk. It should be someone expendable... like Jay."

"WHAT?!"

The gag that they have to drag Kai's unconscious body around a deadly pyramid was HILARIOUS. Especially with the ending joke of him getting a ton of concussions and the ninja try to pretend they didn't cause it.

But we're not taking about individual jokes I like.

...yeah this chapter is kind of ass.

(It's almost like I should rewrite this season or something...)

So I guess I'm just gonna go with Zane Vs Aspheera.

There is NO CONNECTION between these two characters besides Zane had a vision of her. So my reasoning is very simple: This is beautifully animated omg. Like this might be one of the most visually striking action scenes in Ninjago.

It's also a scene where Zane gets to shine after what, SIX SEASONS OF FLAT CINNAMON ROLL THAT GETS KILLED ALL THE TIME BECAUSE KID SHOW CENSORS CAN BE DODGED WITH HIM?!

Yeah cool fight scene.

Stop killing Zane though. Rebooted was the first time, and that SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONLY TIME.

(I understand wounding him, but fake killing and getting hurt are two different things)

Secrets Of The Forbidden Spinjitsu Ice Chapter

Everyone says the Ice Chapter is better. And... yeah? But not by much.

I think it's just because it's a new realm to visit, and someone slipped an Evil Zane AU fanfic into work day. Which is interesting, if a little underutilized and resolved way too quickly considering the TRAUMATIC STUFF THAT HAPPENS HERE.

Oh wait we're talking about good scenes, my bad.

I guess Akita is an okay character. Though she isn't that interesting to me tbh.

I could say Kai killing the Ice Dragon. But to be honest, while this is savage and probably where Kai has been the most powerful we've seen of him, I think I only like this scene because of Vincent Tong's line delivery being PEAK here.

Like, this is one of the BEST 'Hear Me Roar' moments in this show and I am obsessed with that scene because of it.

But the buildup to the scene itself was just NOT THERE. It was character assassination for Kai all over the place and I can't really forgive that. Had the build up been better, this scene would've been awesome.

So instead I'm gonna say Zane's Message is my favorite scene in this part.

It's really sad, and it really makes the whole Ice Emperor situation tragic when you remember just how innocent Zane really is.

It's also touching on Zane's basically immortal body. Like, I didn't even think of that until I saw this. Unless someone busts his code apart or disintegrates it from existence, Zane is pretty much an immortal being. He can't die. It's basically a Del Toro's Pinocchio where he can just come back over and over again because he's not literally a real boy.

And he'll outlive all his ninja friends...

(Oh gosh Dragon's Rising is gonna kill someone, isn't it?)

I admit the message itself is what I was emotionally investing in, as personally, I think the way they made Zane evil was pretty lazy.

Brainwashing is a lazy trope.

And again, character derailment AHOY. (Not for being brainwashed though, it's his reaction after the fact)

Whatever. This is still a heartbreaking scene on its own.

Prime Empire

VERY filler season. I keep forgetting what happens in it.

Not saying it's a bad season or anything like that. Just that all I remember of it is a few game levels, and that Cole and Kai became a thing or something...?

Okay, no that didn't happen, but good gosh the countless times I had to say "They seem to be very good friends". And I don't even know if I want to ship that or not just because of one season.

I think the best scene in this season is Lloyd VS VR Harumi

What a great way to showcase this character's trauma with his actions in the past. It's a really neat highlight and utilizing the Video Game World for stuff other than pure fun. Even if pure fun is pure fun and that's fine. (That's how I feel about Prime Empire. It's not deep, but it's pure fun and that's all it needs to be. After the last few seasons being so depressing, it's a breath of fresh air.)

And that final sword slash are you kidding me?

Finally, when a very played out anime trope ends the most realistically.

Master Of The Mountain

I think the best scene in Master of the Mountain is Cole unlocking his Spinjitsu burst.

I know what a shock, Cole is the goat this season. This whole confrontation was intense to say the least. Cole fighting off the Skull Sorcerer, Vania coming in, getting disowned, and they proceed to get TORTURED?! HELLO?!!

And that flashback of Cole’s final moments with his mom… fantastic.

Better late than never to fully establish Cole’s life and character. (I don’t mean that in a mean way, Cole is an icon 🪨)

(I was gonna use a leaf emoji cause that’s more visually pleasing in emoji realm… but wrong element)

It’s all great build up to unlocking Cole’s abilities to defeat the Skull Sorcerer.

And then he goes out of his way to say NO MERCY?!

Deserved tbh

The Island

Oh gosh what even happened this season…?

Tbh I think the best scene here is The Storm Fight at sea.

It’s a really visually neat fight on the ships. We surprisingly don’t get a lot of good sea fights in the show. Thankfully the last stretch of the show rectifies that.

Oh also this line:

“Who would want Jay?”

“Um… ME?!”

Kai just REALLY wants an excuse to get rid of his in-law. It’s funnier than it has any right to be.

(I question if Kai and Jay are even friends sometimes)

Seabound

I think you all know which scene it is already. Nya becoming one with the ocean.

This moment just… broke me. Like, it kind of did. It might because of my thoughts on the past four seasons being… yeah that’s cool. And I just thought Ninjago’s substance was dead in the water. (I mean Master if the Mountain was good, but that’s about it)

So thank GOSH this season came out when it did. And was I expecting the ending to go THIS HARD?! Absolutely not.

Just… Nya deciding to give up EVERYTHING. The life she created here. To live in the ocean as a liquid… that’s arguably a fate worse than death. And she does it with little room for an opposing opinion to save everyone and especially her husband from drowning. And that MUTED LINE OF HER SAYING ‘I LOVE YOU’ WHILE CRYING?!!

Gosh, why couldn’t this sacrifice stick?!

Crystalized

I’m not a fan of the ending. There are a few really, REALLY good scenes and memes that have joined my soul… but yeah Ninjago deserved a better ending.

But I will say, what we DID get of Oni Lloyd was great. Even if it’s just for a minute and I wish it was longer.

Like yeah, the previous EIGHT seasons built up to this moment, and it was a nice showcase of the dark side Lloyd had turned to. And one reflection later and he realizes ‘I don’t want to be this person’

I wish the scene was longer though. That is my biggest gripe. I wish we got to see Oni Lloyd more.

Oh also the scene with the ninja in matching colors and they can’t recognize themselves is a new meme in my folder. And that Among Us joke is… 10/10

THAT’S how you make an Among Us joke work.

Consider that scene a runner up because it’s so entertaining.

Dragons Rising Part One

I debated on whether or not I should count this. Technically, this is a sequel show. Not the original show. But I think people are gonna yell at me if I don’t count it.

And I hesitate to talk about new stuff because it’s not over yet and is fresh. Season 2 could have the show completely tank for all we know. It’s happened with Crystalized after all.

So I’m just gonna focus on part one. Which, yeah, this was a tough one. There’s a lot of really good scenes. I want to say RGB Siblings reunion due to my bias because everything with them is 10/10 I love it. (Although Wildfyre’s existence makes me see some Kai death flags)

But that’s not fair from how I’ve done this so far. So I’m gonna say my favorite scene in the season is when Lloyd sees the memorials of all the ninja.

Way to set the tone for this sequel and letting people know that this is NOT gonna be like the original. This is a new generation. And it hurts for fans who grew up with these characters. Especially since Wu is canonically dead. What’s left for us to think the other ninja are dead after that big bang? We were proven wrong, of course, but these children shedding honor to these heroes is really impactful and given the respect it deserves.

Even though we’re probably not gonna have these ninja much longer, I am happy to see a new generation of ninja starting to form, that kids in this decade can fall in love with as we did with the OGs. To that, I will give my salutes to when we inevitably have to say goodbye to them. And also for that, honorable mention is Lloyd giving Arin his mask. That’s passing the torch right there.

I don’t know how Dragons Rising will do, again, we have to see part 2 to decide that. But hopefully this new Gen gets something great.

And I am so happy that it helps other people start to see this show more. Theres more reactions and reviews of the show now, and after my hard work session is done, I’m definitely showing my GF this show because she’s curious when I mentioned it. (Do you guys want me to do episodic commentary posts on the show when I rewatch it? Because I can do that. Just gotta ask.)

And yeah, let me know if I didnt mention one of your favorite scenes.

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