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Changing Tides

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 6790

Summary: You and Bucky get paired together for undercover missions a lot because it works beautifully, despite the fact that you don't really even interact at home.

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, limited use of Y/N, LOTS of pet names (pretty girl, baby, i think baby girl, my girl etc), praise kink, oral f. receiving, slight angst, reader is in denial for a good bit of this, angst if you squint, reader is a part of the team, this piece takes place in an AU where everyone lives together and everything is happy

A/N: Oh. My. God. I did NOT intend for this to be this long, at one point I thought I was going to have to make this a two-parter but I got it all in here. I really enjoyed writing this, please let me know what y'all think!! :)))

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed and highly appreciated!

Hues of velvety violet and radiant amber mixed, painting the evening sky like a scene out of a museum. The scent of warm sea salt was still palpable in the air, the crystal like water of the wide-expanding ocean reflected the light of the setting sun. Dancing specs of light could be seen in the darker shades of the sky, stars bright and clear against the inky color.

The cold metal of the hotel balcony pressed against your exposed skin, shirt having risen up as you leaned over it slightly. The view was beyond breathtaking, something you would argue belonged on a movie screen. It was serene, offering a moment of reprieve from the typical chaos you endured in a day, and a distraction from the man currently sitting in the hotel room behind you.

Hate didn’t describe the emotions you felt for the brunet. On a daily basis, there was an underlying disinterest but every now and then a seething annoyance would bubble at the mere thought of the former soldier. You couldn’t pin-point why. Bucky himself had never done anything to wrong you after his rehabilitation and reintroduction into society, and you could easily say nothing the Winter Soldier had done counted towards your feelings.

The odd part of it all is the Bucky and you worked well together, great even. More often than not, you found yourself partnered with Bucky on just about every mission the two of you had; from quick in and out missions to undercover operations like the one you were on now. The communication was great, the two of you easily fell into a rhythm and could read each other’s body language like you’ve known each other your whole life. It was easy to slip into a faux-domesticity with him, which was a stark contrast to the daily life you lived.

The day to day with Bucky involved a lack of any form of contact. You’d avoid the gym if he was in it, would eat in silence if the two of you happened to be in the kitchen at the same time, eye-contact was consistently avoided - Really, the only time the two of you were seen together at home was during group training sessions and team-building nights. You were sure to never make it awkward for the rest of the team, never bad mouth or be outwardly annoyed at Bucky’s presence, you just really couldn’t care less if he was there or not.

“Sweetheart,” his voice carried from the room, light and sweet, almost intoxicating with a feeling instantly having your gut turn and catch your skin aflame, “Did you want to go out for dinner tonight or just order room service?” His voice got nearer as he moved to join you on the balcony.The cool metal prosthetic wrapped around your waist as he stood next to you.

A soft hum left your lips, gaze moving from the horizon to the prosthetic then to Bucky’s face. He adorned a slight scruff, long hair pulled back into a low bun; His eyes nearly twinkled as they reflected the setting sky in the distance, he wore soft maroon button down and black chinos that truly made him look like a normal, well-off guy. Tony and Peter had finally managed to perfect the color needed to make Bucky prosthetic look like a normal arm which easily sealed the deal on assuring that there was nothing major that could be easily spotted to dox the two of you as agents.

The flight to Morocco was long and the next 10 days were easily going to be even longer, the last thing you wanted to do was be anywhere but a soft bed. “Room service,” you replied, matching the tone he had asked the question with. You leaned your head against his shoulder, moving your gaze back to the ocean, “Did you do a room check and get our things set up?”

He nodded, “Everything inside is clear and put away,” he squeezed your side softly when he said inside, a subtle emphasis to communicate where it was safe to not be in character. “I’ll go order the room service, you can go shower and get comfortable. I know how much you hate the airport.” He chuckled softly at the end, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline before making his way back inside.

You let out a soft sigh, making it inside as well and closing the balcony door behind you as you did. This really was going to be a long 10 days.

The bitter taste of the wine nearly made your mouth water, sitting somewhere between too intense and the perfect thing to take the edge off. The first full day had been smooth, an easy itinerary of walking and exploring the city. From the outside, the two of you easily looked like a love sick couple; matching clothes, a large diamond in your hand, Bucky always opening the door for you and your soft smile that just couldn't seem to leave you face; but in reality you had been mapping the city, learning the back alley ways and locating any ports that may be needed for a quick exit.

The small patio of the restaurant adorned a handful of tables, lanterns lighting the area in a soft romantic glow, lucious plants filling in any space, the open space allowed for ease of blending into the crowd while watching any passerby on the street. Bucky had taken up a game of footsie with you, chattering along about some of the shops you had passed along the way.

“Is there any shop you’d want to make your way back to?” Bucky took a sip of the wine in front of him, eyes fixed on you intently.

A soft hum left your lips, swaying your head back and forth softly as you thought. “Well, I wanna hit up the history and art museum, so maybe we could see if there’s any other cute shops there? If not, I’d definitely like to look at the jewelry store and bookstore we passed on the way here.”

“Mmm, I do think it’s time to get my pretty girl a new necklace,” the words fell off Bucky’s tongue like he sweet talked you on the daily.

There was that feeling again, the uneasiness that laid in the pit of your stomach and your skin heated up. Maybe this was why you couldn’t stand Bucky outside of missions, maybe you just didn’t want to deal with this feeling constantly. “You spoil me enough, ya know,” you offered a soft giggle, “I can assure you I don’t need any more jewelry, my love.”

Bucky smirked softly, cocking his eyebrows up at you with a knowing look on his face, “You may not need it, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to do it anyways.”

You shook your head, about to offer a rebuttal as the waiter set your food down in front of you, all thoughts being lost to the amazing sights and smells. “This is easily my favorite part of our trips,” you stated, the distraction of food keeping you from noticing the way Bucky’s gaze stayed on you and a soft smile lingered.

Six days of being enveloped in Bucky’s presence, and thankfully it was getting easier by the moment. It had been a smooth operation so far, the information being easy to locate and gather without raising suspicions. As a result, Tony had said to take a day to relax, lay low and assure no one was able to realize there was something more to you two.

Bucky had made a home on the balcony of your hotel, a book in hand and a coffee sat on the little table next to him.He been there since the early morning and it was easily almost noon, not that that you were bothering to check the clock. A day off meant a day of sleep and eating, nothing much more than that.

However, sleeping wasn't something your body wanted to do so you found yourself with a forgotten movie playing on the television, your gaze consistently going back to him. You weren't sure why, but you couldn't keep your eyes off him. You'd been sitting for the past God knows how long trying to figure out why you couldn't pull your eyes away from him. His hair was down, something he didn't do quite often, almost always finding it easier to have it pulled away from his face. From the angle he was sitting, you could see his light gray button down was still completely unbuttoned, his jean shorts a little too snug around his thighs. He occasionally sipped the coffee that was most likely cold at this point, turning the page of the thick novel occasionally. His lips would purse, eyebrows scrunch occasionally, or a small chuckle, or even a shake of his head as he reacted to the words on the page.

The wind picked up some, indicating a small rain storm that was destined to his later in the evening was starting to make it's way in. Bucky pulled a hair tie from his pocket, tying his hair into his typical low bun before picking his book back up. And it finally hit you; Fuck he's pretty.

The thought immediately made your body heat up and the instant feeling of something in between shame and excitement sat low in your belly. It was like a well known secret your subconscious kept for years finally made it over the wall of denial in your brain, immediately making your thoughts run wild; Fuck he's so pretty, more than pretty actually. What if this is why we've been weird for some many years? Wait. Why would that make it weird? Wait. Why is it weird? Why do we get along so well on missions and then act so differently at home? Oh My God… Has the team been trying to set us up?

Shaking your head, you jumped up, apparently too suddenly because Bucky broke his concentration on his book to glance over at you. You could feel he was watching you move around, the only thought in your head now was to get out for some fresh air as you deciphered the flood of thoughts. You grabbed some fresh clothes, slipping into the bathroom with a heavy sigh once the door was closed.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, attempting to ground yourself. Okay, what the hell is going on? The question kept repeating itself over and over in your head as you slipped into a summer dress, a sage flowy piece that Natasha and you bought for this trip specifically. It was cute, and Nat was right when she said it complimented your skin; definitely different than your normal attire but still comfortable.

Walking out of the bathroom, you were relieved to find Bucky still where he was when you entered. After slipping on some sandals, you moved towards him, immediately aware of every detail of your very being. "Hey," you kept your voice soft, waiting for him to pull him eyes from the book and look up at you. There was something about how brightly his eyes shone with the golden sun beating down on him, there was a sense of both innocence and mystique, and the instant feeling of safety just from holding his gaze. "I'm heading out to get some coffee, do you want a fresh one? You've been sipping at the same cup for hours now."

Bucky glanced down at the cup, then to his watch, eyes going wide for a moment before a soft chuckle left his lips. "I've been out here for 4 hours already, shit. Yeah, I'd love a fresh one, doll. Thank you." He offered you a soft smile, "Just get me a-"

"A latte with three honeys on the side," you said matter-of-factly, "I could order for you at just about anywhere at this point." It was a teasing joke, one Bucky laughed at, but you instantly cursed yourself for even saying it.

"We do spend quite a bit of time together," he hummed out, "Did you want to go out for dinner or get room service tonight?" He asked, picking his book back up as he prepared for your departure.

"Let me see how I feel after I get back. But if we go out, it's your turn to pick. I picked last night." You stated before leaning down to kiss his hairline, still needing to keep up the act just in case someone was managing to spy; or at least that's what you were telling yourself. "I'll see you inna bit."

After returning with the coffee, still finding Bucky to be where he was when he left him, it was an instant decision to find a way to give yourself more time a way from the man that had your mind absolutely scrambled. Grabbing a book of your own, you let him know you'd be down by the pool if he needed you, using a quick excuse about wanting some change in scenery before the rain came as you left.

You weren't entirely sure how long you'd been out there, it couldn't have been too long, but you we're aware you were reading the same page over and over again. The words seemed to mix together, jumbling about and not registering even in the slightest, your brain still attempting to make sense of what you were feeling.

You never denied that Bucky was attractive, that's admittedly part of what made undercover missions easy. You never denied that you two got along well on missions, but you couldn't explain or pinpoint why you didn't get along at home. Sure, you were never hostile or rude, but it was exactly friendly or outgoing either. No matter how much you thought and walked through your early memories of Bucky, you couldn't make sense of anything.

At this point, you knew pride was part of the issue. You knew the team would be able to walk you through, at the very least Nat or Pepper or maybe even Steve, but you could never admit to them what you were currently feeling or going through. The only thing you wanted to do, needed to do was to act normal until you got home. Then you could just hide away and go back to not having to interact with the man that was causing you turmoil.

"There's my pretty girl," Bucky's drawl quickly pulled you out of your thoughts, causing you to jump at the sudden push back to reality. Seeing you jump caused Bucky to chuckle, especially as you turned to glare at him and his bright smile, "It's getting late, baby. We should go get some food."

He moved to the lounge chair you had made home in, kneeling down next to you so he was eye-level. There was that feeling again, low in the pit of your stomach that had your skin warming. "There's apparently food trucks at a park about not too far. Why don't we head there and get some food to bring back and watch a movie?"

Instinctively, you reach to tuck a strand of loose hair behind his ear, offering a soft nod and a smile, "That sounds perfect."

You wanted nothing more than to kiss him, the thought immediately making your already warm skin heat up more, feeling flustered and like a school girl. It's not like you haven't kissed, it was just agreed upon that it was reserved for dire need situations. All other physical touchs; hand holding, forehead kissing, even smacking each others ass was okay to sell the facade that you were a happy couple.

Bucky picked up on the change, a look of slight worry on his face, "You okay, doll?"

The laugh that left you was slightly anxious, holding the book in your hand up as a quick white lie, "Yeah, you just came down at a particularly… intense scene."

He immediately laughed, kissing your forehead as he stood up. "You're so cute. Let's get going though."

The bustling crowds offered a great distraction - Bucky stood proudly by your side, fingers interlocked together and swinging your joined hands softly like a love sick couple. The both of you scanned the crowd, trying to figure out where to go and what to get.

The lines weren't too long, there were nearly a dozen trucks, and live music playing. The sun was finally setting, more clouds rolling in and bringing in a cooler breeze that allowed for a reprieve from the beach heat. There were benches with umbrellas set up, lantern lights adorning some posts and wires around the lot. It was cute, and if it wasn't for the mission you were still technically on, it would feel so wrong to be here with Bucky.

After a moment of thought, you looked at Bucky, lips slightly pursed in thought, "I have an idea." You stated matter-of-factly.

He cooked an eyebrows at you, intrigued and slightly amused with your tone, "Let's hear it then."

"Let's get a platter or some random menu item from every truck then go back to the room and eat there."

Bucky looked around and nodded, "Ya know what, doll, that sounds fantastic. Do you wanna divide and conquer or go one by one?"

It was then that you realized the clouds were darkening, and the rain was definitely going to happen sooner than later. "Let's divide and conquer before the rain comes."

With a nod of agreement the two of you split, heading to either end of the trucks and working your way to each other. With the lines being shorter, it didn't take too long to get through them all, the both of you holding multiple bags stacked full of food and tied tightly. Quick words were exchanged before you started heading back towards the hotel, hoping to make it back before the rain.

The effort was fruitless though, with just maybe a few hundred feet left before the hotel you were staying at, the cold rain begins to pour down, the dark sky opening up and letting go every ounce of water it was holding on to. With loud gasps from the both of you, and small playful shriek even, you two took off running into the lobby, screeching yourselves to a stop as you entered and stood on the mats in front of the door. You were breathing heavily, attempting to catch your breath; a quick glance to Bucky showed you he was doing the same.

After a few moments, the two of you made eye contact, bursting into immediate laughter. You were both soaked head to toe, the only thing saved was the food. His shoes make a sloshing sound and your feet slid around in your sandals, you clothes clinging to every inch of your bodies. You were easily a sight for sore eyes, but it couldn't have been funnier.

"Why didn't either of us think about the rain?" You managed to get out through your laughter.

"Who knows, but let's get upstairs so we can get dry." He managed to respond.

The elevator ride up felt like an eternity, the cold of the AC feeling more intense from your wet skin. Bucky opened the door for you, letting you in first. He set the foot down, immediately kicking off his shoes. "Go shower, get warm. I'll pull out a change of clothes for you and we can swap when you're done."

Something about the direction made you freeze momentarily, causing him to look up at you, "(Y/N), you're freezing. Go shower. I'm fine to wait." His voice was soft and caring and there was a part of you that wanted to tell him to shower with you.

In the dim light of the room and the soaking wet clothes made him look even more divine, like he was sculpted from the gods themselves. You nodded, handing him the bags before making your way towards the bathroom. You closed the door, then quickly opening it to call out but he cut you off, "You want an oversized shirt and a loose pair of shorts, gets your ass in the shower." His tone was demanding but still playful. You caught the look in his eyes, mischievous, playful, and a hint of something you didn't want to recognize.

You kept your shower quick, ready to be in comfortable clothes and a bed with good food. After quickly drying yourself as much as possible, you wrapped yourself in a towel, and stepped out into the bedroom. Bucky stood in only his boxers, his own clothes in one hand while he scrolled through the television with the other. It wasn't the first time you've seen him with this little clothing, but something about it now made your mouth dry and your skin heat up.

"All yours," you said, grabbing his attention as you moved to the bed where he laid your clothes out for you.

"Thanks, doll. I'll be quick. You can pick the movie," he tossed the remote onto the bed before disappearing into the bathroom himself.

You stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before slipping into the clean clothes. Bucky had already made work of getting creative. He pulled the ironing board from the closet and set the food up next to the bed, had fluffed the pillows up into a sitting position, and already gotten drinks for the two of you. By the time you had decided on a movie, Bucky was coming out of the bathroom.

Immediarely, you mind started short circuiting again. He looked soft. He had on a light blue shirt and a pair of light gray shorts, his hair was towel dried and brushed against his shoulders, a slight wave to the brown locks. He slid in bed next to you, getting himself situated and comfortable before handing over the massive spread of food for you to start digging into.

After about 20 minutes of eating and watching the movie in a comfortable silence, Bucky turned the volume down some, "Can I ask you a question?" The tone of his voice alone already told you how he was feeling. There was a sense of worry, anxiety almost to him.

"Of course, what's wrong?" You asked, sitting your food to the side so you could turn to look at him.

Bucky followed your lead, moving the food he had off the bed as well before taking a drink, trying to have a moment to articulate how he was going to ask what he wanted. Even though Bucky was sure the room wasn't bugged, he knew that there's was never a 100% chance of assuring that. The fact alone could make talking about things outside of the mission difficult, and this one one of those moments.

"How's the trip been for you? I know we haven't been on one in a while and I just want to make sure everything's okay, that we're okay." He had turned fully to look at you now, the worry in his voice making it to his eyes.

"Oh…" the response was immediate, and you regretted it instantly the second you so that worry on his face grow, "The trips been wonderful, and uh…" You sighed, toying with the blanket around you, "We're fine, yeah. I'm just… not here?" You said, sort of motioning to your head to get the point across.

Bucky cocked his head some, the worry turning to confusion. "Are we going to be okay when we go home?"

That was something you couldn't answer. What was okay. Was okay how you normally act? Was okay something different? Something better? Something worse?

"Uh… maybe?" You offered, immediately wincing at your own words. You sighed deeply, "I don't really know how to explain what I'm feeling."

"Okay," Bucky took a moment, letting you both sit in the uncomfortable silence that was the lull in the conversation. He was doing his best not to become frustrated, he knew there was most likely no easy way for you to communicate what you wanted to say or even what you were feeling, but he's been able to tell for the past couple of days that things, specifically that you, have been off. "What do you know?"

Your gaze met his again, taking a deep breath in to try to gather the courage to say what you needed. "Things feel… different?"

"Different?"

"Different."

Bucky stared at you for a moment, mind calculating and analyzing has he tried to decipher what you meant. In an instant it all clicked, and you didn't miss the way his lips curled into a quick smirk before his features soften. "Do things feel different when I call you my pretty girl?"

He watched as you immediately became flustered, averting your gaze and watching your chest rise and fall quicker. He thought he had sensed your heart rate quickening throughout the past couple of days, but he had honestly assumed it was anxiety from the mission. He had no reason to think it could be something else; Well, until now.

"(Y/N)," your name came as firm and demanding, causing you to look at him. The smirk on his face was more evident now, "We can continue this conversation now, or when we get home. But just remember, you're my favorite book to read."

You were instantly lost for words, mouth opening and closing as you processed what he just said to you. Waiting until you were home was going to be far too long, but talking about whatever this was now? Right now when you were flustered beyond belief, that flippant warm feeling filling every valley and curve of your body?

"Just say the word, doll, and I'll act like everything is normal. I'll go back to watching the movie and eating and ignoring the obivous."

A soft shake of your head was all you could muster as you search desperately for a will to stop the inevitable, or the courage to beg for it.

"Words, (Y/N). Use your words."

"I don't want normal." You swallowed, taking a shaky breath you continued, "I don't want this to go back to normal."

Buckys lips turned to a smile. "You don't want this to stop when we go home?"

You shook you head more feverishly, "No, I - Fuck, what have you done to me?" You groaned out.

"The same thing you've been doing to me for years, I suppose." His tone was matter-of-fact, cool and calm almost.

"What?" Your eyes had gone wide, mouth dry, and that God forsaken feeling low in your stomach was growing.

"You heard me. Obviously, we'll have some talking to do when we get home." He chuckled

Bucky moved as if he was going to grab the food, stopping once he heard, "No," come out of your mouth, "No. I want to talk about it now."

He looked back at you, eyebrows raising as to silently ask how.

"I want to…" You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief at yourself before leaning forward, cupping the back of his neck with your hand and pressing your lips to his.

This kiss was different; It was electricity filled, igniting every nerve in your body. You could feel the heat from your ears to your toes. It was intoxiting and addicting.

Bucky waisted no time in kissing you back, even letting out a small groan at your sudden assertiveness. His prosthetic hand held onto you waist, the other cupping your face as the two of you broke years worth of tension in one swift motion. Bucky pulled away first, taking in the plumpness of your kiss swollen lips, the sluttering of your lashes as your opened your eyes to look at him, and the darkness of your gaze that was stricken with last.

He looked just as enthralled, blue eyes dark as the night sky and hooded with desire, cheeks flushed slightly beneath his scruff. It finally clicked what the feeling you've been having all week was. Lust; pure, unadulterated lust for the man who was currently pretending to be your husband.

"Well damn, doll," he offered you a toothy grin, squeezing your waist, "Wasn't expecting that."

"Sorry-"

"Don't be." He bit his lip, studying your face for a moment, "Whatcha thinking, pretty girl?"

You couldn't help but get flustered, "That I want more. A lot fucking more." You hand moved up from his neck to card through his hair, his breath hitching some as you did. "Please, James, I need more." Your voice had a slight whine to it, something you hoped he wouldn't be able to resist.

"If I knew you sounded so pretty begging this would've happened years ago," he grumbled before kissing you again. This time though, he re-situated himself, helping you move to straddling him and doing his best to let you still have some semblance of control for now. His hands gripped your hips, keeping you from being able to move away from him.

One of your hands cupped his face, the other running down his clothed chest. You lips move in sink, a squeeze on your hips eliciting a small moan from you that he took advantage of, using your open mouth to slip his tongue in. You could feel the tent in his shorts growing, sitting hard against your core.

An experimental grind of your hips pulled a moan form the man beneath you; The sound was music to your ears, and enough encouragement to do it again.

Buckys hands moved, bracing you as he flipped you over to give himself more leverage and take control. Just as he begin to grind himself against you, he moved his lips from your to your neck. He kissed his way down to your pulse point, drinking in the sweet sounds you made. He sucked softly at the skin, moaned himself when you pulled at his hair.

Any rationale thought was gone at this point, any fears or anxieties you had pushed to the back of your mind as pure pleasure and desire took over the forefront of your thoughts. Once Bucky was sure he would be satisfied with the mark he left on you, he pulled back some to look you in the eye.

"Are you sure you want this?" He breathed out, offering you an out.

You nodded so quickly he couldn't help but laugh softly, "God, you look so fucking desperate, doll. You want me to fuck you?" He had a slight tease to his voice.

Another nod is all you could muster, but that wasn't good enough for him. "Uh uh, come on. Use your words. Need to hear you say it if you want me to do it."

You whined at his demand, pouting at him slightly, "Please."

"Please what?" His tone was more stern now, "If you want to continue, I need to know you actually want this."

His insistence to make sure you were consenting pulled at your heart strings. You nodded, "Yes, Bucky," you kept your voice soft before adding a slight whine and plea to it, "Please fuck me."

He smiled, kissing you much softer than had had before, "I'd do anything you asked me to." His words sounded like a promise that had you own emotions bubbling up.

Bucky leaned up for a moment, pulling off his shirt. He motioned for you to sit up and pulled yours off as well, groaning softly when he sat you skin. "Such a beautiful, pretty girl. Look at you," his hands ran up and down your sides and he took in your body before making eye contact with you again, "Most perfect thing I've ever seen, ya know that?"

He could feel your skin heat up at his comments, watching you squirm. "Take your shorts off, doll." Bucky moved off the bed, kneeling on the floor at the edge, "C'mere." He demanded.

You aren't going to deny him at this point, feeling yourself so tightly wrapped around his finger that you'd follow him into hell if it meant he kept talking to you like this. Once you were close enough, Bucky grabbed your thighs and pulled you to be perched on the edge on the bed, legs on his shoulders with his eyes level with your core.

"Look at this sweet little pussy," he squeezed your thighs tight, "You're fucking glistening, doll." He started pressing kisses to your thighs, avoiding the very apace you needed him at. "Smell fucking divine, I just know you're gonna taste even better."

Bucky watched as you already started fishing the sheets, squirming and biting you lip to hold back any noise. He already decided it was his job to make it impossible for you to hold back. Bucky moved his right hand to interlock with yours, taking his left arm and using it to put pressure on your waist, the cold feel of the prosthetic a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. Just as he squeezed your hand, Bucky licked a thick stripe from your core to your clit, genuinely moaning at the taste.

He wasted no time in drowning himself in your essence. Bucky licked and sucked, offering the occasional nibble, until you were grinding yourself in his face. Once soft gasps and moans were falling freely from you lips, he moved his left hand to your core, the cool digits of his forefinger and ringer figuring prodding your sopping hole. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking softly as he pushed two fingers in, relishing in the fact that your moans got loud.

Bucky pulled him mouth away, moving to you thighs and sucking hickies into the soft skin while his fingers worked magic. He already knew your body so well, years of working together on intimate missions allowed him to learn how to tell what you liked versus what you loved.

After leaving a few marks, he leaned his head against your thighs, looking up at you through his lashes and watching had your chest rose and fell and you head was thrown back in pure pleasure. "I was fucking right. Taste like honey, could drink you up all fucking day."

He licked a quick stripe again, from where his fingers were to the hilt inside you all the way to your clit. "So, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to continue eating your sweet little pussy until you cum all of face then I'm going to fuck you nice and deep so you feel my cock for days."

He chuckled when he felt your walls flutter around his fingers, "You like the sound of that, pretty girl?" He curled his fingers, hitting the spongy spot that had you gasping for air and eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Look, you're already so close to the edge. You better soak me, baby."

Bucky didn't fall short on his word, getting back to work on your clit with his mouth. His scruff added a nice sensation that bordered on pleasurable pain, fingers moving st the perfect pace and curving expertly, mouth switching between sucking and kitten licks. His right had squeezed your own hand, encouraging you to let go for him.

The pleasure was building quickly, it was intoxicating and inhibition destroying. You leaned up, using your free hand to grab hold of his hair and pull, giving you leverage to grind on his face. Bucky moaned against you, and truly giving you everything he was worth in his determination.

It didn't take much longer for you to fall over the edge, moaning loudly and body convulsing. Your legs squeezed his head as he continued to work you through your orgasm until you fell back, panting for breath.

Bucky pulled away, chuckling softly with a proud look in his face. From his nose down, he was absolutely glistening with your slick, "God you're fucking hot, using my face like that."

Bucky stood, pulling his shorts off, using them to wipe his face some, then tossing them to the side. "Can't wait to see your pretty face when I fill you up. Your gonna take me so good, aren't you?"

You nodded, already getting worked back up. You sat yourself up before he had the chance to grab you, leaning up and carding your hand through his hair again and guiding his lips to yours. You moaned at the taste of your own cum on his lips, reaching down to wrap your hand around his cock, jerking him slowly.

He pulled away from your lips, breathing in sharp. "Uh uh, doll, you can do that another time," he kissed your forehead, a sweet gesture that was a drastic difference to what was currently happening, "Right now, I wanna be buried inside you, making you cum all over me again. Cmon, lay back down for me."

You stole one more kiss before resuming your prior position. Bucky stood at the edge of the bed, pulling you back to the edge and holding your legs spread wide. "You can tell me to stop at any point," he said softly, "but unless you do that, I'm not stopping until you're thoroughly filled with me."

You nodded, offering a desperate, "Please, Bucky. Want all of you," and moving to hold your own legs up as the extra step to prove how much you wanted this.

"So fucking perfect," he groaned out. Bucky grabbed his length, teasing your slit a few times to get his thick tip left before finally pushing in. He was slow, listening to your gasp as he stretched you out so nicely.

Inch by inch, he pushed in until he was bent over you and all the way to the hilt, your lower bodies completely flushed. "You feel fucking amazing around me," he moaned out, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. Just as you were starting to whine, he pulled all the way out before slamming back in, causing you to moan out loudly when you felt him in the deepest parts of you.

Bucky set a brutal but rhythmic pace, changing it ever so slightly until he heard your moans and whines change to be deeper and louder. He moved one of your legs to his shoulder, which somehow allowed him to go even deeper, alternating between full thrusts and grinding against you.

He reached down between the two of you, rubbing circles in your clit with his thumb and watching as your whole body begin to shake with intense pleasure. "Look at you," he moaned out, "Better than my wildest dreams. You gonna cum again for me, already doll?"

He didn't need an answer at this point, he could tell from how your walls were squeezing him that you were close, and as much as he hated to admit it he wasn't far behind you. Bucky kept his movements consistent until he felt you fall over the edge again with a high pitch moan, his hips finally flattering as you squeezed him like a vice, quickly chasing his own high. A few erratic thrusts and he spilled into you with a moan of your name.

Bucky let your legs down, taking a few deep breaths before pulling out of you. He laughed lightly as you whined at the loss of him. He disappeared to the bathroom, cleaning himself up before bringing back a warm, damp wash cloth to wipe you down with. Bucky pressed softly kisses to yoh skin and he wiped you off, kissing your lips before tossing the cloth to the side and climbing into bed with you.

He helped you move back to laying normally in the bed, laughing once he noticed the credits of thie movie were rolling. He wrapped and arm around you, pulling you into his side and letting you get comfortable on him."How you feeling, doll?"

"Good, a little weird, but good." You said, voice drenched in exhaustion.

"Weird how?" He asked, rubbing his fingers up and down your back.

"Good weird. Happy things are gonna be different when we get home."

With how you were laying, you missed the way Bucky smiled down at you, "You don't understand how happy it makes me that I'll get to treat you like this all the time."

"Really?" You asked, already finding it hard to keep your eyes open.

"Doll, I've been yours since the moment I met you, someone was just too stubborn to notice her own feelings." He squeezed your side before going back to rubbing your back, "Get some sleep, we can talk in the morning."

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Hello! I'm not sure if you do single characters or not but What if the reader (who's a big fan of horror) wanted to show Alastor some classic horror movies. Their reasoning? "So you can make fun of it," If you do a collection of characters, then it can be like a movie night for the hotel.

Hiya love!! Yes, I do! In fact I'm currently working on a longer Alastor fic at the moment :)) it's like this request was made for me bc I 100% will force Alastor to watch the Scream franchise with me 😭 it's my fave. I'm a mega horror fan, haha! Maybe I'll have to write for slashers again like I used to! I'll just write Al since he deserves some love for himself!! Pls excuse me bc now I'm gonna be thinking about 1920s GhostFace Alastor 😩😩🩷💕

What's Your Favorite Scary Movie? || Alastor x reader

tags: fluff, gn!reader, Alastor critiquing horror media, plot to the Scream franchise, my horror obsession might be showing lmao

Getting Alastor to have anything to do with post 1930s technology was a task and a half. He might've made a deal with Vaggie not to have anything to do with such frivolous technology, but you weren't Vaggie. You were his sweet, dear partner. And he'd never admit just how tightly wrapped he was around your finger.

He seemed to genuinely enjoy the first few Halloween movies as well as the first Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Alastor took a great of interest with Hannibal Lector from The Silence of Lambs. He was deeply considering watching the television series you told him of. He thinks Freddy Krueger is a piece of shit and wished he could do him in with his own hands.

The next movie, however, seemed more susceptible to being torn to pieces by his ever-watchful eye.

"So the point of this picture show is what... Billy is angry because his mother abandoned him and he doesn't know how to deal with those big feelings at his age?" Alastor gives an indignant snort, looking bemused at the old television screen currently playing a VHS of Wes Craven's 1996 slasher classic Scream. That's as new of tech as Alastor would allow, so you made do.

Snorting out a laugh, you lean against his arm. Alastor's crackling gaze flickers to you his smile softening around the edges. He did very much adore your laugh.

"That about sums it up, yes," you grin, biting down on the corner of your chocolate bar.

Alastor leans his back against the sofa, pulling the blanket wrapped around you two closer. "I don't know how that Macher boy thinks that peer pressure is a justifiable defense for murdering people." He unwraps his own piece of bitter chocolate and pops it into his mouth. "Own up to your choices, for Heaven's sake. And people find these two attractive? Are they not in love with one another? Surely anyone with two good working eyes could see this."

The sixth Scream movie damn near has Alastor foaming at the mouth, each and every movie felt as repetitive as the last with slight twists and changes. He was polite to keep most critiques to himself, eyeing how much you clearly enjoyed showing something so near and dear to your heart. While the plot was rather lackluster, he had to admit he was interested in the severe brutality of the sixth and despite his opposition to new media, felt that it was a decent enough film. With such a repetitive storyline, he didn't really expect that sort of twist.

"There's one more we can watch!" You grin, holding up your copy of Scary Movie. Alastor's eyes look ready to pop out of his skull as if to say 'Oh god, another??' "I don't think you'll guess who the GhostFace is!"

"Is it the man called Doofy?"

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"What the fuck-- how."

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(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

The Harrington house is big and it’s nice to look at, or it would be if Gareth was into the boring minimalist style, but there’s no warmth to it.

That’s all he could notice while he was pulling off his jeans and neatly folding them up to place on the top of a chest of draws in a guest bedroom. The walls are white and the accents a single shade of brown. Even Gareth’s oppressively suburban home had more character than this.

And it just didn’t seem to fit with Steve. Steve, in Gareth’s admittedly limited understanding of him, was more suited to a smaller but still nice house, with appliances that made funny noises if they weren’t used the right way, and was always full of people. A house that had character built into its very foundations.

He met Jeff and Grant back in the kitchen, trying his hardest not to stare too long at the single family portrait hung at the end of the hallway. Jeff was wearing red shorts and Grant was wearing blue ones. It seemed that only Gareth got the memo about wearing black and committing to the Not-Cult Cult aesthetic.

“What’s the plan then, Gare-Bear?” Jeff asked as Gareth sidled up next to them.

Gareth grabbed a can off the side, it was fresh out of the fridge and had condensation trickling down the sides. He assumed it was alright to take it. “I’m gonna talk to Buckley, feel out how to go about this.”

“And what should we do?” Grant asked.

“Make sure Eddie doesn’t do anything stupid?”

Grant scoffed. “Dude, you’ve met him, be serious.”

“I am!” Gareth replied. “I want this to work out for them and that means keeping Eddie’s foot out of his mouth.”

They all paused to remember the many, many times that Eddie’s inability to shut up had gotten them in trouble. He was great at talking himself out of trouble as well, but it was always preferable to not be in trouble in the first place.

“So make sure Eddie doesn’t say something stupid before he can confess his love and get a pass for all the stupid shit he says?”

Gareth allowed himself to chuckle. “Yeah, something like that.”

He led them all back out to the garden, cracking open the can as he went. The cold liquid felt good sliding down his throat; it wasn’t quite the peak of the summer and it was only going to get hotter, but Gareth didn’t think there was much point in not enjoying the smaller things in life.

Eddie was perched on the edge of the pool, kicking his feet gently where they were submerged in the water, as he spoke to Steve. Steve who was in the pool but had pulled himself out enough to rest his crossed arms on the poolside and use them as a pillow for his head. They looked like they belonged in a movie; so caught up in one another that they didn’t react to the screaming from the others playing chicken (Nancy on Jonathan’s shoulders and Robin on Argyle’s).

Gareth was shocked to see the way Steve was looking at him. He knew Steve was into Eddie, that much was obvious, but until that moment he had just thought it was a little crush.

This put a bit of a spanner in the works of his original plan of getting everyone to play enough party games until they could get Steve and Eddie together in seven minutes in heaven.

“Eddie!” Jeff shouted, “Did you smoke all the weed while we were getting changed?”

Eddie gasped dramatically, clutching at his heart. “Would I ever do that to you Jeffy?”

“Yes,” Jeff deadpanned.

Steve laughed delightedly, bumping Eddie in the knee with his elbow.

“Fine, fine,” Eddie threw his hands up in surrender. “Stevie said we aren’t allowed to smoke and swim so we didn’t light it.”

“I don’t want you to drown,” Steve said quietly, a haunted look crossing over his face that left as quickly as it came.

Eddie reached out to squeeze his shoulder, something unsaid passing between them. “I’m still here.”

Steve nodded, then shook his head with a small smile, as if he knew he was being silly.

Gareth shared a glance with his band mates, Eddie pointedly avoiding it. Another thing that would never be explained to them.

Luckily the game of chicken came to an end with Robin crashing down into the water, her legs pulling Argyle with her, to the tune of Nancy and Jonathan yelling in triumph to break Steve out of whatever spiral he’d fallen into.

Steve turned towards them with a smile. He patted Eddie’s hand where it was still on his shoulder then pushed off from the wall to join his friends, calling for his turn.

Eddie’s hand hovered in the air for a second before falling back down to his side.

Robin broke off from the group, stating her intention to grab another drink as she furiously tried to push her now wet hair out of her eyes. Argyle eagerly called for Steve to go against Nancy this time.

Gareth nodded to Jeff and Grant. “Go cheer him up. I hate it when he looks like a kicked puppy.”

“Guy doesn’t know what he has with those eyes, I swear,” Jeff mumbled as he and Grant moved to sit either side of Eddie, both bumping shoulders with him.

Gareth waited until Robin was digging through the cooler and muttering to herself to join her.

She jumped slightly as she turned away from the cooler and realised that Gareth was there, evidently having not heard him approach.

“Buckley,” He greeted.

“Emerson.”

Gareth winced. This wasn’t supposed to be some sort of Mexican standoff. So he changed angles.

“Eddie says you know about him.”

Robin’s features softened. “Yeah and I know you’re protecting your friend, but I promise I will never ever do anything to hurt him. None of us will.|”

Gareth smiled. “I wasn’t worried about that.”

“So what can I help you with?”

Gareth rubbed his hands over his face. He was suddenly faced with no idea how to word his questions.

“Have you noticed that Eddie has a crush?”

Robin laughed loudly, waving away the bemused glances thrown her way from the pool. “Yeah, I have. I’ve noticed Steve’s too because I know that’s going to be your next question. They’re kinda unbearable to be around sometimes.”

“Oh,” Gareth chuckled, a weight lifted off his shoulders. “Good.”

“Why? Are you planning something?” She sat forward, a manic smile on her face and clutching her can so hard there were small dents in the aluminium from her fingers.

“I was thinking seven minutes in heaven but...” he sighed. “They’re too into each other to have their moment be during a stupid game.”

“You really care about Eddie, don’t you?” Robin asked gently.

Gareth narrowed his eyes on her. “Of course I do, he’s my best friend.”

Robin held her hands up in surrender. “I’m not judging you. I feel the same way about Steve.”

“Good. That’s good”

They both fell quiet as they watched their friends. Steve, on Argyle’s shoulders, laughing at Nancy and Jonathan arguing as they strategised. Eddie was squashed between Jeff and Grant, batting on their chests to release him. If it weren’t for his hair not being tied back, Gareth knew he would have thrown himself into the pool to escape. He knew Jeff and Grant knew that as well.

“So what are we going to do?” Gareth asked.

“I don’t know,” Robin said. “But we’ll figure something out.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the pool. Gareth and Eddie made a great team for the chicken tournament, but Argyle won the biggest splash competition they got going. It was funny to just act like teenagers, no school to worry about or crazy religious types out on witch hunts.

Steve handed them all towels as the sun began to go down. Their fingertips wrinkled and dry as Eddie finally got to light the joints to pass around. They laughed and shared stories; Gareth even got to share his favourite about Eddie calling him from a phone booth in the middle of the night so Gareth could steal his mom’s car to go get him since his plan to hitchhike his way home failed.

At some point, pizza was ordered while they lazed around. The joints had long since been smoked down to their cherry and discarded on the floor to clean up later when they were less drunk or high. Steve had told them not to worry about it.

Gareth spent his time watching Steve and Eddie pass tapes back and forth, heads leant close as they discussed the music on them, occasionally stopping the tape playing so they could switch it out for whatever song they were agreeing or disagreeing about. He made eye contact with Robin who just smiled gently, so fond of her friends. If he was able to see himself, her look was probably reflected on his own face.

The doorbell rang, heard out in the yard only because Steve’s parents had a device installed that rang a bell outside in case they weren’t inside to be able to hear the actual doorbell.

Steve jumped up to get it.

“Eddie go help him,” Robin said, pushing her toes into Eddie’s arm in a half hearted shove.

“Stevie’s got it,” Eddie moaned, clearly not wanting to move from his spot.

Robin shared a conspiratorial grin with Nancy, then both chorused, “Don’t ya, big boy.”

Jonathan and Argyle looked just as confused as Gareth felt. He never got the full story from Eddie about what happened over spring break, Eddie was alive and that was enough for him, but sometimes he wished he could know just so he understood what the fuck was going on.

Eddie flushed bright red all over his body. “Shut up,” he hissed. But it was evidently enough to get him to jump and follow Steve into the house.

Before Gareth could even attempt to ask about it, Nancy swung her legs around off the sun lounger and clasped her hands together.

“So,” She said as she pushed her sunglasses up into her hair. “We all saw that right?”

“Saw what?” Robin squeaked.

Gareth didn’t bury his face in his hands at her lack of subtlety.

“Steve and Eddie are very obviously flirting with each other,” Nancy said slowly, deliberately.

Jonathan hummed in agreement. “Yeah, it’s not the first time either.”

Robin opened and closed her mouth like a fish as she tried to come up with something to say. Obviously she couldn’t say anything that would out her best friend, but if she denied being able to see it then she ran the risk of being committed to a mental institution. She looked scared.

“And is that a problem, Wheeler?”

Gareth couldn’t be sure where the venom in his voice came from, he was sure that Nancy Wheeler was a nicer girl than her pinched features sometimes made her appear, but seeing Robin flounder and the thought of Eddie facing even more bullshit than he already had made something protective flare to life inside of him.

Nancy sniffed disdainfully. “Obviously not. I would die for those two, I just want them to be happy.”

A tense silence fell over them.

“They don’t know that we know,” Robin said quietly.

“So we can’t be obvious,” Jonathan replied. “Doesn’t mean we can’t encourage them in the right direction.”

Argyle, his eyes trained on the stereo still playing a Queen song, a thoughtful look on his face that looked completely alien. He turned to where Gareth, Jeff and Grant were all sitting together on the same sun lounger. “You’re in a band right?”

Shit. Argyle was right. Gareth mentally cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner. Eddie had learnt Steve’s favourite song, they were going to play Steve’s favourite song as soon as they got it down; the drunks that usually watch them would probably appreciate something more country-rock than metal.

“Argyle, you’re a genius.”

(Part 5 (final))

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Is there garlic on this pizza? An oral history of Supernatural's 'Monster Movie' episode

THE BEGINNING

What started as a simple enough idea — a black-and-white episode — was then put into the hands of writer Ben Edlund, who’d already crafted some of the show’s more creative hours, including “Hollywood Babylon,” which marked one of the series’ first meta episodes, and “Ghostfacers,” which was shot like a cheesy ghost-hunting reality show using handheld cameras. Alongside Edlund was director Robert Singer, an executive producer on the series and a massive movie fan himself.

ERIC KRIPKE (Creator): I was an obsessive fan of The X-Files and in their prime, they got really bold and adventurous with their format, and they had a black-and-white episode. I was always hoping that we could start taking those same kinds of swings. I remember saying, “I want to do a black-and-white episode where Sam and Dean are up against the classic movie monsters.” But I think Ben came up with the shapeshifter. We were trying to figure out: How do you get a mummy and a werewolf and a Frankenstein and a Dracula in the same episode? That makes no f---ing sense. So this idea of a shapeshifter who loved those movies and was ultimately just a fanboy was the secret to cracking that one open.

ROBERT SINGER (Director): I think that script was Ben at his best. I was really happy that I was in line to direct because I really loved those old movies, so it was fortuitous that I got to do it.

JENSEN ACKLES (Dean Winchester): It’s all just paying homage to the old-school ways of doing things, which having Bob at the helm, he’s seen all those movies time and time again, so he was the perfect guy to direct this episode.

KRIPKE: Bob has an encyclopedic knowledge of movies, especially older films. He’s a classicist and his directing style is a lot of that kind of beautiful, elegant Hollywood style, and I think he just really relished it.

SINGER: I shot generally with wider lenses than I would normally do with Supernatural to try to give it some of that old-time feel. I really took pains to make it look as old fashioned as I possibly could. I’m a big fan of James Whale, who had done Frankenstein, and there are a lot of great crane shots in those movies, so I did a lot of crane work in this. We did a lot of shadow play.

JARED PADALECKI (Sam Winchester): You put Ben Edlund on writing and Bob Singer on directing and magic is bound to happen.

But there was another piece of the puzzle that needed to come together for the magic to truly work: Who would play the shapeshifter (and therefore spend the episode doing their best Dracula)? The answer was Todd Stashwick.

TODD STASHWICK (Dracula): They wanted a full-on replication of Bela Lugosi’s performance. I had the DVD of the 1930’s Dracula, so I was watching that just to get the mannerisms and vocal intonation down so that I wasn’t doing a Xerox carbon copy but rather actually trying to get that Hungarian dialect that he has. I went in [to the audition] and just swung for the rafters.

SINGER: We had him do one of the Dracula scenes and then do the speech where he’s telling her how he became the way he became and Todd just killed it. That was an easy call to cast him.

STASHWICK: They wanted to know that you were going to be able to bring both sides to it, the full-on studied Dracula performance and then to let that mask drop and see the wounded man that is the monster.

KRIPKE: We needed someone who could stick the landing on the Dracula part and that’s really hard. It’s hard to do it and have it not come off like a bit. Todd is a remarkable mimic of Bela Lugosi and brings humanity and soulfulness and depth to it. There’s something in his eyes that made it deeper and sadder than had you cast someone who was just going for an impersonation.

PADALECKI: That episode belongs to Todd Stashwick. He’s so damn good.

Alongside Stashwick was Melinda Sward, whose character Jamie, a local waitress, caught Dean's eye and marked a first for the show.

KRIPKE: At the time, there was a young female fan named Jamie. She and her mother would write us letters and they were super fans, and we were still early enough that we’re like, “I can’t believe there’s fans.” Jamie had medical issues, so when the season was coming up, I wrote her a response and said, “If you concentrate on getting better, we’ll name a character after you.” And she responded and said, “That’s amazing, but can you just do me a favor? Can you make sure it’s a character that doesn’t die?” So the female lead in this one we named Jamie. That was one of the only times we ever named a character after a real person and a fan. The happy ending is she was thrilled and she grew up healthy and now tours around with a replica of the Impala.

ACKLES: Jamie was one of my favorite Dean Girls. Melinda was so good and so fun.

From the instant the episode began, fans knew they were in for something special as the old black-and-white WB logo kicked off a very old-school credits sequence.

SINGER: Right from the opening of the Warner Brothers shield, you know where you’re going. It set the tone perfectly.

KRIPKE: That and “Changing Channels” are the only two episodes where I’ll sit down and just watch the credit sequence. The font, the way you list every crew member, and it just goes on forever. And [composer Christopher] Lennertz wrote real orchestral music for it. I just love the opening of that episode and the way we did that title sequence. But changing subjects, what that reminds me of is the singular genius of Ben Edlund to set this episode during Oktoberfest. Suddenly everyone looks like European villagers and everything becomes a real monster movie.

SINGER: And that location was a party site, but it worked perfect for us.

PADALECKI: It was like an amusement park in the outskirts of Vancouver that we rented out. It ended up unfortunately getting torn down and turned into condos or something.

THE MIDDLE

With the setting and the cast locked, the brothers set out on their hunt, arriving at Oktoberfest to help solve a murder. And when the investigation made Dean late to his first date with Jamie, he found himself face-to-face with Dracula. So naturally, Dean punched the shapeshifter in the face. A fight ensued, one that ended with Dean holding an ear and Dracula ... riding a vespa?

ACKLES: I believe one of the many reasons this show lasted as long as it did is because it can be scary but then at the same time, you throw something like the scooter in and it layers in comedy with horror, with drama, with romance. It touches it all. Bob said it early on and it became a mantra of ours: “No joke is too cheap.”

STASHWICK: That’s the infamous assault scene. I’m in full crazy mode and I’m supposed to clock Jensen in his beautiful face with my elbow, and for whatever reason in that moment — I perhaps leaned in, he perhaps leaned in — we closed that gap and I clocked him. So what you see on the DVD extras is me being all Dracula and then me being mortified that I just hit their billion dollar baby in the face.

ACKLES: He caught me with an elbow but he probably thought he hit me harder than he did. It was a mix between a good shot and a graze, but he immediately broke character. He was like, “Are you good?” And I was like, “Yeah, that one woke me up.” [Laughs]

Dean made it through that fight, but the shapeshifter had already planned its next move: While Sam checked out an eccentric local that they thought was the killer, Dean and Jamie shared a drink back at the bar where she worked. Her friend Lucy (Holly Elissa) then showed up just in time to spike their drinks. By the time Dean woke up, he was wearing Lederhosen while strapped to a table in a dungeon.

SINGER: Jensen was like, “Oh god do I have to wear this?” So to make him feel better, I put on the Lederhosen top. I didn’t go with the full shorts but I did direct that day in the Lederhosen top to take the edge off it a little bit for him.

ACKLES: I remember that! He directed in that shirt. [Laughs] Those were authentic leather Lederhosen from Bavaria. Only the best for Dean.

PADALECKI: When Jensen’s first getting strapped to the table, cause he’s a big guy, I remember them talking about how for the visual's sake, they wanted it to be like he’s a quote-unquote damsel in distress, so if they used a normal-sized platform, it would’ve looked comical, but not in a good way. So they had to make it a little bigger cause he’s kind of big.

Dean wasn’t in the dungeon long before Dracula left him to go answer the doorbell. It seemed the shapeshifter ordered a pizza … and he had a coupon.

KRIPKE: I just love how there’s the monster lab in the basement but then you go upstairs and it’s this mid-century ranch house. That’s almost a direct ripoff of the Steve Martin movie The Man with Two Brains.

SINGER: [Set designer] Jerry [Wanek] did a great job in building the dungeon set, and then when the doorbell rings, you realize it’s in the bottom of a suburban house with a pizza guy showing up at the door.

KRIPKE: When Ben wrote the script, we talked about that scene more than any other scene in the episode. We were so specific about how we wanted the Dracula shapeshifter to react to the pizza guy and the way he’s scared when he says, “Is there garlic on the pizza?” And then the way the pizza guy’s so bored and over it: “Did you order garlic?” And then he says, “No!” It’s the way that he’s so bored of this Dracula at the door.

PADALECKI: I think Jensen and I must’ve watched this episode together in 2008 because I remember us looking at each other and going like, ”Oh my god, [the pizza guy] is way better than he needs to be!”

ACKLES: That line, because of the way that Todd delivered it, we used that line on set many, many times. Whenever somebody asked a question that had an obvious “no” to it, it’d be like, “Hey, did you want the big light on in the distance?” And Bob would be like, “Is there garlic on it?” So that became a little ism on set.

STASHWICK: I’m a Second City guy, so “yes, and” is drilled into my head and yet the two memes I’m most known for, I’m saying the word “no,” and that is Supernatural and Star Trek. I have the no's that are heard around the world.

In the end, the brothers came out victorious and another monster was dead, but not before this one made you feel a little something (and gave one heck of a final monologue quoting King Kong).

KRIPKE: Ben gets all the credit, and rightfully so, for writing the crazy episodes, but where I don’t think he gets enough credit is what a disciplined screenwriter he is in terms of character consistency and rule consistency and just the emotion and pathos he brings to every single story he does. No matter how crazy, he always has such a talent for capturing humanity. I wasn’t counting on the shapeshifter to have pathos but when he gives that speech at the end, it’s so sad. I give him all the credit in the world for that.

SINGER: Eric used to say, “Every villain is a hero of his own story,” so we always tried, as best we could, to give the villains something to do and learn more about them and give them full characters. So even with all this fun, we managed to give him something a little more to do.

PADALECKI: He becomes an almost sympathetic character — I stress almost because he did kill a couple people — but what a great character arc all inside of one episode.

STASHWICK: Because this character wasn’t just a cartoon Dracula and he had that human moment, I think it made him stick in people’s minds more. This monster just really loved the movies. He was the ultimate cosplayer. It might be the thing I’m most known for outside of Star Trek, that one episode of TV.

THE END...?

Although Dracula didn’t make it out alive, the episode seemed to breathe new life into the series, marking perhaps its biggest risk yet, though not the biggest risk the show would ever take.

SINGER: It kind of laid a template for other big swings that we took that were out of the ordinary, whether it was “Changing Channels” or “The French Mistake.” This was the first of our big swings of being totally different than what the show was generally week to week.

KRIPKE: I remember it getting a positive reception. I think people appreciated the swings we were starting to take. I just love that this small little supernatural show that’s arguably a Buffy ripoff on The CW got so experimental. I am really proud that we were doing legit avant-garde stuff, really experimental filmmaking, of which this was one, and then we just kept pushing it.

PADALECKI: It’s such a great episode of television and I think we have a few in our 15 years that could stand alone as something fun to watch and out of the box, and it's certainly easy to argue "Monster Movie" is at the top.

ACKLES: This was really when we were hitting our stride. We were in the pocket with these characters, with the storytelling, with the writing. The first year was really finding our feet, the second was like, "Okay we somehow survived a network merge, let’s not mess this up." And then third season we started playing a little bit. So by the fourth season, we’re like, "Now we know where we need to be." This was the perfect time to do one of these outside-the-box episodes. This is definitely one of my top 10.

SINGER: I directed 48 episodes and if somebody asked me which is my favorite, I would probably say this one. I just had the best time doing it.

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#supernatural #spn 4x05 #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #robert singer #eric kripke #tom stashwick

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Contains: NSFW, Stalking, Yandere tendencies, Knife play, Blood Kink, Predator and Prey Kink, Major Character d3ath, Angst, mentions of Gor3, P0rn w/plot, daddy kink, breeding kink.

Summary: You haven't heard from your Ex Boyfriend Suguru for a year, he deleted on all social media and even changed his number the day you broke up with him. Even Satoru and Shoko haven't heard from him....until you get a mysterious call on Halloween night.

(Small warning, I have not written a full story in a long long time please bare with me I know this is gonna suck 🥲.)

It all started just a year ago, Celebrating your 5th anniversary with your high school sweet Suguru Geto on Halloween night. You didn't think you'd be spending it at a Halloween party, but nonetheless in your skimpy Angel costume that showed just the right amount of skin didn't cease to catch the attention on lookers. As if your devilishly handsome boyfriend wasn't standing right next to you... No seriously he had a devil costume on. Of course it had to be at Satoru's house though, All the beautiful women, sloppy drunk men, the smell of booze and weed really gave it that "Satoru" party touch, even the whole gang was there, Nanami, Shoko, MeiMei, Haibara.

It was all great until everything went horribly wrong. Don't you remember? All of you had sat down to watch a good ole horror movie after all the party goers left. Satoru pushes the tape in while, whilst teasing you and Shoko about not getting too scared.

"Ya'Know if you get too scared you can hold onto me Shoko, Unlike (Y/N) she's got my better half."

"Oh, Shut Up Satoru, You're the one that screams like a girl."

"Hey!"

"Hah, And what does that make you, Satoru?"

While they bickered and argued amongst themselves you were playing more attention to the "movie" playing. It was a room- A familiar room in fact it looked an awfully lot like the guest bedroom upstairs. Giving it your full attention, two people came through the door feverishly kissing one another... It look a lot like...

"mmmf... Suguru"

Just like you remembered that night. You were yelling and screaming at Suguru in front of all of his friends as he begged, pleaded for you to believe that wasn't him and that he was with you the whole night. But that wasn't true- at some point of the night both for you were off chit chatting with your respective friend group. So technically he wasn't always with you that night, but nonetheless it was one of the worst nights of your life and just as equally worse for Suguru. Once you had storm out on him the room fell silent as Suguru Stood there trembling, his fist gripping at small square box buried in his pocket as your hurtful words were on repeat.

"You're cheating on me?! H...how cou- why.. Why wou- Suguru, I thought you loved me?!" You snapped at him, Your voice having a shriek like tone to it.

"I do love you, damn it! You know that isn't me!" Suguru reached out to you desperately. His face overtaken with panic and concern, disbelief in his eyes.

"Don't-!" You snatched your arm away from his firm grip.

"Baby... Mamas, come on that's not-"

"You're dead to me Suguru Geto, dead to me!"

While all of this was happening... A certain somebody just couldn't help, but smirk to themselves

And just like that your five year long relationship came to a close. Now here you are a year later on the same day reminiscing on what could've been. You never heard a thing from Suguru afterwards, I mean how could you? His number was immediately blocked along with all of his social medias. He never even showed up to your house to get his clothes out your shared closet, Maybe he truly didn't care for your relationship as much as you did, but no worries Satoru and Shoko helped box up his belongings sometime ago.

"Yo!"

Oh and You have a new roommate... Housemate. Satoru was so worried about you living alone after experiencing such a traumatic heartbreak that he sorta just moved himself in. You didn't mind it because it was such a familiar face that you got to see every day. Satoru plopped onto the bed wrapping his arms around your waist to drag you into a spooning position as he kissed the side of your head. Completely knocking you out of your train of thought all of your thoughts of Suguru washed away in an instant.

Did I forgot to mention that Satoru was also your knew boy toy? He was there you throughout the entire grieving process almost as if he couldn't believe Suguru would cheat on you. Maybe this was all happening too fast, Maybe there was a reason for Satoru to jump straight into action, Maybe you don't want to think about how suspicious it was, but it's nice to have someone to hold you this close on nights like these.

"Hey! pay attention to me damn it! Heh, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" You were so trapped in your head again not noticing Satoru was practically eating away at your neck by how bruised and wet it was, until he spoke up.

"Oh, Toru.. I- I'm sorry I was just thinking about-"

"Him again? Pfft- Babe, Listen there's no need to worry about Suguru anymore. He did something so unspeakable to a beautiful girl like you. Besides if I were him, don't you think you'd be married by now?"

You were rendered speechless, satoru always new how to shut down those thoughts of Suguru. He was right, he did cheat on you after all so why spend Halloween night mopping around about it? Maybe it's time to have a little fun.

As soon as the bedroom began to fill with moans, Satoru smashing his lips against yours, hands slipping underneath the Halloween themed night gown you wore, firmly gripping the fat of your ass while grinding his stuff bulge against your clothed pussy. Suddenly the doorbell rang more than likely it was some trick or treating going on, but they could wait right? No, the second Satoru took his shirt off the doorbell rang again cause satoru to let out a frustrated groan.

"Sounds like somebody needs to go pass out candy." you teased, Giving him a quick kiss beife he left.

"Fine- But you better not go anywhere I'm not done with you~" And with a wink he left , leaving you equally as frustrated.

Rolling over in bed you grabbed your phone off the night stand to check up on Shoko. It's been a few weeks since you've heard from her, maybe she was wrapped up in her college studies? That would make sense if it hadn't been for utahime. You tried calling her too, but the phone just went straight to voicemail too. Maybe they broke up? Changed their numbers? No that doesn't sound like either of them. Meimei would have told you by now if that was the case. Something just isn't right about all of this maybe you should ask Satoru? Speaking of him what's taking so long?

As you were about to get up to check on him, your phone rang- an unknown number was calling, maybe it was shoko? You answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I don't know if I dialed the right number, but is this Shoko?"

"Huh? Who is this? A friend of hers? I haven't heard from her either, I'm sorry you have the wrong number though."

"Yeah, Shoko and I were really close. I just need someone to talk too."

"Well... How about you tell me you name first, and when I can get in contact w-"

"No, (Y/N) I want to fuckin talk to you!"

There was a brief moment of silence you could almost hear has fast your heart pounded against your chest, how your stomach twists and churns, throat becoming quite dry, blood rushing with adrenaline. Maybe this was Satoru pulling a Halloween prank on you? Instead of getting a treat maybe this is the trick? But that wouldn't make any sense he was passing out candy to the kids at the... At the door.

"You better now hang up this phone, (Y/N) unless you want to see your little boyfriend again."

That was enough fuel to send the fear of God throughout your body, panic ensued, you walked around the house for any sight of Satoru only to find that the front door was left wide open. There was blood on the welcome home mat with a scattered bucket of candy. All you could do was stand there fight or flight beginning replaced with freeze in an instant as a the fear that ran through your body was now washed over with dread.

"W.. Where's Toru? Wh- When he comes back he's definitely going to kick your ass! Who are you! "

"Poor, Poor Satoru. I guess all those muscles didn't help much. Now I'm sick you asking me all these fucking questions-"

With that the phone hung up, the door immediately closed from behind and in front you was a masked person, dressed as a famous movie slasher named Ghostface. Taking a step back you nervously laughed somewhere in you thought this was a prank Satoru was pulling just to scare you like the old days, but another part of you was screaming that this wasn't just a prank. Everything was confirmed once the mystery person dropped their phone, yanking the mask off revealing long disheveled black hair, depressed eyes, dark circles, dry but somehow plump lip, those broad shoulders.. It's almost like your body yearning to reach out to him, but your heart aches at the sight of Suguru.

"Geto..." Your voice hitched when Suguru snapped back at you with venom in his voice.

"Don't you dare call me that-" Suguru pitched the bridge of his nose inhaling then letting go as if he was trying to calm himself down. "(Y/N)...its Su-gu-ru you know this, Doll. Now how about you answer a question for me?" The step he took forward was absolutely hair-raising, causing you to take a few steps back yourself. We're you scared? Hell yes? The Suguru before you who once looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly let alone you. Now he looks so gloomy and his voice was so unnerving every word he spoke had a hint of coldness to it sending you and uneasy feeling straight to your gut.

"Let's start with Satoru, Since you were so quick to let him get in your pants, in our bed, why is that!? Huh? You care about him so much maybe you were the one cheating on me?"

"Now you know that's not true Ge-!" He lunged forward at you swiping the knife he hid across your cheek. Again frozen in place after feeling the sharp pain, raising a hand to feel for a wound only to be hit with a stinging sensation met with a wet warm feeling against your hand. This has to be a nightmare, the red that coats your hand did indeed confirm that this was no night this was real and... This definitely wasn't a prank. Your Horrified gaze met his bone chilling gaze, watching him bring the knife to his mouth licking your blood off of it.

"Taste good, Doll face... Now talk or you'll end up like your stupid little boyfriend and Shoko."

What did he do? Why Shoko? What did he do to Shoko and Satoru? All these questions ran through your head a thousand miles per hour barely being able to think straight.

"G- S.. Suguru I never cheated on you, I loved you, You're the one that cheated on me and you know it!" You shouted to him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk- I never cheated on you, you bitch! *inhale* *Exhale* I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean that. You're not a bitch- you're just confused. How about we play a little game? It's called Trick or Treat, but we play it my goddamn way." Suguru aggressively grabbed your wrist with an almost bruising grip, pulling you towards the back of the house where he'd turn the patio light on for you to see none other than Satoru himself. Tied up in one the chair, mouth duct taped, the front of his hair now red with his own blood and a pumpkin basket in his lap. You watched in horror as he picked Satoru's head up hearing him wince in pain.

"Here's how it's gonna go, He has two options either he tells the truth about that fuckin night, or he ends up just. Like. Poor. Shoko. And You my sweetheart pick Trick or Treat and I'll let this spoiled blue eyed piece of shit go."

"Oh.. And don't try to call the police I already cut the phone line." He said coldly, while yucking the tape off of satoru's mouth.

"Toru... W-what is he talking about?"

"Baby, look- I don't know, we haven't heard from this guy in a year, Heh This poorly package piece of shit has clear-" Satoru winced in pain again once Suguru's fist connected with his head.

"How about you use that pretty little mouth for something more useful than talking shit? Hm? Like telling the truth. Trust me if I got it out of Shoko what makes you time I won't get it out of you?"

"Please stop this is crazy! Just- just tell me?!"

"You want the truth, (Y/N)?! Well I'll tell you EXACTLY what Shoko told me-"

"Suguru.. Wait don't-"

"Or what?! She'll find how what a real piece of work you are? How you ditched your own party, had Shoko put a black wig on you-"

"Shut up!"

"How she helped doll you up to look like me?!"

"Suguru shut the fu-"

"Threw on some contacts for the added affect, took some cheap whore up stairs, taped it-"

"You knew I wanted her first!"

"And the cat is out of the fuckin bag! So what is it gonna be, baby? Trick.. Or fucking treat?"

All you could do was stand there in disbelief watching Suguru become more crazed by the minute, and Satoru become more frantic as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

"You... You didn't Toru.. You didn't-"

"Tell her, ToRu"

"Damn it, Yes! I did- I did! But Suguru knew goddamn well I wanted you first, I always wanted you, but you still fell for him."

"What are you 12?! Oh that's rich, yeah I knew you did, but you knew I liked her too. I gave you the option of sharing her, but you're such a greedy stubborn little shit that you just can't stand the thought of sharing your toys? How's that for a fuckin analogy?! I'm waiting (Y/N) Trick or Treat!?"

"(Y/N), Baby, don't pick please!"

"TRICK OR TREAT!?"

"Please, (Y/N) he's fuckin Crazy!"

The whole situation was so overwhelming like you had no time to think, of course you wanted to be mad at Satoru, he literally ruined your entire relationship, but that wasn't something you'd want him dead about. Treat? Maybe if you picked treat he won't hurt him, you thought to yourself.

"I'm running out of Patiences, Doll!"

"(Y/N), DON'T PICK TRE-!"

"TREAT! TREAT SUGURU!"

There was an ominous silence between the tree of you, then a smirk appeared across Suguru face and it sent a chill down you spine. "Good Girl" Suguru said with a menacing tone. Satoru started to panic, shaking his head repeatedly saying no as Suguru tossed the basket from his lap, grabbing Satoru by his hair again, then jabbed the knife he held directly into his abdomen, continuously stabbing into him until he was completely gutted.

You screamed in terror begging Suguru to stop in hopes of getting him to listen to reason, but Suguru was far beyond reasoning. He was completely gone, where oh where could the old Suguru had gone? Oh that's right- Today, on this very night a year ago where you stormed out on him, shattered his soul, and took his beating heart with you. No you had to reason to cry- all those nights he cried, all the times he stalked you at work, all the times he snuck into your house to watch you sleep only to see you in bed with his best friend? You shattered this man, no you killed the old Suguru.

"Sugu, Sugu, Please Stop, please stop, oh god.. Toru-" you weeped while holding onto Suguru from behind. Stopping mid-swing at the sound of the nickname you gave him. With a smirk on his face again Suguru turned his attention to you and your delicate arms gripping his torso.

"Hmph, would'ya look at that? I guess it's time for my "Trick"-"

The creaking of the kitchen table accompanied by your pretty cries filled Suguru's ears with complete and utter joy as he pounded his cock, into your cock drunken pussy. He loved watching you squirm underneath him, oh how he missed the sound of you moaning for him, vice gripping the fat of your hips , watching your hands wonder desperately for something to hold onto. Hell if you could even think at the moment you would have thought Suguru was hate fucking you.

"Fuckfuckfuck, I knew it, ugh... I knew she missed me, Daddy missed you too." He reached between your legs pressing his fingers against your already swollen clit to vigorously rub circles on it while bullying your pussy. He loved hearing the squelching sounds your soaking wet pussy made it's most like "she" was talking to him and of course he'd definitely respond back.

"A-Ah S- Sugu! Too Much!" your words forced out of your throat by another bliss filled moan joining the unexpected, but intense orgasm causing your body to jolt, your walls squeezed around his cock, as your juices shot out of you drenching his abdomen. "You dirty girl, Squirting all over me, do it again, do it again, again again for me~" Suguru continued on not giving you the slightest of breaks he wanted to fuck you until your mind was mush, until your pussy "remembered" the shape of of cock down to the veins, maybe he could fuck you until you completely forgot about this night?

But you were moaning so much it began to annoy him, he could barely hear the sounds you were making below. "shhh, shh, how about being a- Mmmf, little more quieter- Ugh-Ah-fuck trying to hear what my babygirl has to fuckin say~" his harsh words went straight to your cockdrunk head, then straight down to your core, and before you could think of utter a response he quickly put a rough hand over your mouth to muffle you. "Listen.. Listen to my baby girl, Ooo fuck yeah, talk to daddy."

He gazed down at the way his cock slide in and out of you, his face scrunched up biting the inside of his bottom lip. Both of you listening to the sopping wet sounds "I love you too baby, yeah, you gonna milk daddy? Milk daddy for all he's worth?" God this all felt so wrong, but it also felt so fucking good, felt so right. You were in just as much ecstasy as him if not, more especially with the way his pace quickened the smacking of skin to skin became louder, a but rougher actually, you could hear the way Suguru grunted and growled, throwing his head back, his grip now bruising your plump thighs. "FuckmeFuckmeFuckme, pretty girl, so tight baby, you keep pulling me back in- Oh Fuck.."

Your were so close to cumming again until he abruptly stopped leaving his cock deep in your cervix. Suddenly he leaned forward laying his entire weight on you, bringing his arms around you in what seemed like a hug while his head rested in your soft breasts, almost feeling your beating heart against his own.

"Su.. *Pant* P.. Please I need-"

"You really thought you could break up with me? Me?! And think that this sweet...candied pussy wouldn't miss daddy?" Suguru was completely out of his right mind, drunk on your pussy. I mean who wouldn't be? He spent a whole year with you, without being deep in your guts, without your touch, your voice, your sweet beautiful moans. Suddenly you felt his arm tighten around you in a bear hug "Listen.. Listen to how much she misses. her. fuckin. Daddy-" each word was met with a harsh, nerve racking thrust of his hips.

Suguru wasn't going to stop anytime soon, no matter how much you came, dug crescents into his back, drew blood, screamed, cried tears of pleasure. No he wasn't stopping anytime soon not until he was completely milked, until his seed was so deep that you had to have his baby, but until he pumps you full of his seed this deranged man wasn't stopping.

He came yet again inside of you- what was this the 4th time? Suguru and you were desperately panting for air until he felt him move his hips again. You could just feel his heavy breath again your ear this time. Over the sloppy sound of skin to skin contact the last thing you heard Suguru say before uttering a word yourself was "I wanna Fuckin Tear You Apart"

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I had too much fun with the dialogue. Happy Halloween🎃👻🍬

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milaisreading · 1 year

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Random scenarios between the manager and Blue Lock (pt II)

Warnings ⚠️: none in particular. Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

Characters: Rin, Yukimiya, Aryu, Karasu, Otoya, Niko, Hiori and Kurona

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Part I

Rin:

"What are you writing?" Rin asked out of curiosity as he sat down at (Y/n)'s table to eat.

"Just some stuff Ego-san ordered. Can you believe the U-20 match is next week? I am so excited to see you all play!" Rin looked at the girl passively, since he was more worried over different things concerning the game. For example his brother. Itoshi Sae is a well known name in Japan, and the older Itoshi was admired by both boys and girls. That was the part that worried Rin more than the actual game. What if (Y/n) saw his big brother play and decided to leave Blue Lock? What if she picked Sae over him? Sae took so many things and people away from him in the past, he couldn't let that happen again!

"Rin! Your food is getting cold!" The boy jumped at that and looked down at his food in confusion.

"Oh..."

"Anyways, as I was saying I am excited to see you all play. The U-20 will be no match against you guys!" (Y/n) said in confidence, knowing her friends are unstoppable. Rin gulped and waited for a moment before finally speaking up.

"Not even Itoshi Sae?"

"Not even him. You guys will show him what Japan is about."

Rin's eyes widened for a second and he slowly nodded his head.

'I think I am safe... (Y/n) is only here for me, not big brother. That's how it all should be.

Yukimiya:

It was one of the rare weeks where the Blue Lock team was allowed to go home and spend some time with their families and friends. (Y/n) did her usual routine when she was home: sleep, eat, go out and watch movies with her father at night. Today she was doing it a little differently, since Yukimiya called her the previous day saying he would be in Shibuya today, so they agreed to meet up.

"It's quite cold today. The one time I go out, this is the weather." Yukimiya sighed as (Y/n) laughed a little as she fixed up her scarf.

"Ahh~ it's nice though! It is November after all, so the coldness is really welcoming." The girl commented as she looked up at the sky.

"S-so... where should we go?" Yukimiya wondered, looking nervously at the ground, realizing again that he was alone with (Y/n) today. No Ego or Anri to call her for help, no Blue Lock player asking for the most random things of the girl or pulling her away from her job, it was just them.

'This feels like a date... well from the outside we do look like a couple.' Yukimiya sighed sadly as he adjusted his glasses.

'Wish it was true.'

"What do you say?" (Y/n) suddenly asked and the boy woke up from his thoughts, looking apologetically at her.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something. What were you saying?"

"It's alright. I just want to know if you want us to go to a arcade nearby. They have a food court too." (Y/n) explained and Yukimiya nodded his head with a sheepish smile.

"Sure, that sounds great. I am very good at that basketball game that's always in arcades, you know?" Yukimiya said proudly.

"Really? Maybe you will win the grand prize today. I like more the video games there."

The two continued talking about the various arcade games they could play.

'Maybe we aren't now a couple... but maybe by the next time we visit this place.' Yukimiya thought as his face turned a bright pink.

Aryu:

(Y/n) pouted as she watched the Blue Lock players having a practice match against each other, and while she was usually always excited to see her friends play, she couldn't help but look at one person in envy and awe.

'His hair is so pretty, it looks so soft too! I want that hair... but I also wonder what it is like to touch...'

(Y/n) kept on subtly staring at Aryu, who was pretty much unaware at the looks the girl kept on sending him.

'New mission! Ask Aryu to braid his hair!' (Y/n) nodded to herself and went back to her duty.

Later that day, the girl was sitting with Karasu and Baro eating her dinner.

"Aren't you going to eat that? Your soup is getting cold." Baro wondered, pointing at (Y/n)'s meal. The girl looked away from Aryu's form and nodded at him.

"S-sure!"

"You have been acting weird all day. Are you alright?" Karasu asked,earning a curious look from Baro.

"You are getting enough sleep? Hope you aren't tiring yourself out."

"Yeah, also you should eat more. My food has a lot of protein!" Karasu said as (Y/n) tried to protest his offer, but Baro already did that for her.

"Mine is better, move."

"No, you do."

'Not now- Aryu is leaving!' (Y/n) turned her attention from the two and at the brown haired boy. Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) got up from her seat and ran after Aryu, the other two not noticing the girl was even gone.

"Aryu! Wait!"

Surprised by (Y/n)'s yell, the boy stopped and looked back, worried that something had happened to her.

"Is everything alright? Do you need help with something?" Aryu wondered.

(Y/n) stopped in front of him and took a deep breath.

"I... I actually wanted to ask you something..." The girl started with a red face, keeping an eye on his hair. Now Aryu was the nervous one, since this scene reminded him a lot of the ones in romcom movies.

'Is she going to confess her love to me? Breath Aryu, you can't mess this up! Just say calmly that you like her back-'

"Can I braid your hair? Please!"

"Huh? My hair?" Aryu raised his eyebrow, a little disappointed that it wasn't a confession.

"I know it sounds weird. But it looks so pretty and soft, I really want to braid it. Sorry, it's stupid."

Aryu chuckled at her rambling and patted her head.

'She is so adorable!'

"Sure. My haircomb is in my room. Come on." Aryu smiled and pulled (Y/n) along.

'It went better than expected!' The girl thought.

'So my hair is her weakness? Good to know! Now I know what to use when I want her attention. Braiding hair is such a couples activity.'

Karasu:

'Who in their right mind is already training?! It's not even time for them to be up!' (Y/n) thought as she walked to the main training room. It was 7 am right now and the boys would usually be woken up at 8, so seeing someone inside right now worried the girl.

(Y/n) slowly nodded the door and looked around the place, nothing was made a mess, everything was just like she had left the night before. The only thing that was different is that on the field were a few footballs and Karasu was kicking them over and over again.

"Karasu! What are you doing here so early? You should really be resting and not overworking yourself."

The boy sat down on the ground and sighed, clearly annoyed with something. The girl raised her eyebrow and sat down across from him. She decided to keep quiet for a while, wondering how to start the conversation.

"Soo... is there a reason you are up so early?"

"I am training."

"And why? You still have an hour more of sleep." (Y/n) said again and Karasu sighed.

"I guess I just want to keep up with everyone. Everyone on the team is so extraordinary and over the top with their skills."

"So are you? I mean, you wouldn't be here if you weren't."

Karasu kept quiet for a moment and then spoke up again, clearly frustrated.

"No... at least I don't think so, I can just feel it."

"Do you feel that all the time? Or just at times?" (Y/n) raised her eyebrow as Karasu stopped to think that over.

"I think... I don't know I just feel it at times."

The blue-eyed boy admitted, a little embarrassed.

"We all have those days where we feel down and not food enough. Karasu, you are more than enough for Blue Lock and for Japanese football. You are doing a great job already, don't overwork yourself for some fleeting feelings."

Karasu kept quiet for a moment as he stared at (Y/n), feeling his heart beat a little faster as her words played through his head.

'I am more than enough? Am I...'

"Am I more than enough for you?" Karasu asked, almost instantly regretting the words as he realized how weird it sounded. (Y/n), thinking he meant it in a football related way quickly nodded her head.

"Of course! You are doing great. I am sure soon clubs around the world will be fighting for you to play for them." The girl said with a grin. Karasu sighed in relief,feeling some form of relief wash over him.

'God I love her!'

Otoya:

"So many people..." (Y/n) muttered as she peeked from the entrance into the conference room. It was merely a few hours before the great match between Blue Lock 11 and U-20 Japan, and Anri had ordered her to take some notes while her and Ego were questioned. The teams were in their locker rooms, so (Y/n) really didn't have much to do anyways... well everyone except for one person was in the locker room.

"What are you looking at?"

Jumping up, (Y/n) looked up to find Otoya standing above her.

"Me? I have to take some notes for Teieri-san and Ego-san for late- Why are you not with the others?!" (Y/n) whisper-yelled at the boy, who just shrugged his shoulders.

"I didn't feel like staying in there when you are all here alone... around the U-20 group of all people." Otoya said, rolling his eyes at the thought of them.

'Not even we are that obnoxious...'

"So? They are here to play, nor make idly conversations with random girls." (Y/n) argued back, already more composed. Otoya sighed at her words and pinched her cheeks.

"Ow!"

"So cute and naive, (Y/n). You have no idea how these guys work."

"And you do?" (Y/n) flinched as her cheeks were finally free from his hold.

"Yes I do."

"How?"

"I just do." Otoya said back. Although he did sound smug at the moment, internally he was panicking that (Y/n) might possibly catch interest in one of their rivals. He wouldn't really blame her for that.

'These are all professional players and meanwhile I am... I am just me I guess...'

"You really don't need to worry. I will keep my eyes on you guys anyways." (Y/n) suddenly spoke up, leaning against the wall.

Otoya kept quiet, looking nervously around the hall as (Y/n) continued.

"Besides, who would look at them when we have literal monsters in Blue Lock. So don't put yourself down or worry about me. I can handle it." The girl patted his arm as Otoya let out a nervous sound of agreement.

'I hate that I can barely speak to her properly... but at least I know she won't abandon me... us for the U-20 or anyone.' Otoya thought, eventually smiling and leaving for the locker room.

'She looks really cute in our official uniform. Wonder how cute she will look like with my jersey.'

Niko:

"You should have stayed and rested for the day. I can handle myself." Niko coughed out as (Y/n) shook her head, pushing the boy down onto the bed so that she should sleep again.

"Don't be rediculous, I am not leaving you with a fever all alone here. The medics are always fine when I stay behind and help. So there is no need for you to worry. Just lay down, I will bring you tour medicine." (Y/n) said calmly and went to the cupboards, looking through them as Niko stared at her the whole time. He sighed dreamily as he watched (Y/n) move from spot to spot, worry evident on her face until after she finally opened a different cupboard and she visibly relaxed.

'Probably had a hard time finding the medicine. She worries too much, but... that's her charm I guess. That's why Ego-san probably hired her.' Niko thought as his face got redder and he smiled to himself.

'She always gives her all into helping us and barely ever asks for anything in return, just for us to stay safe on the field while we play.'

"Here you go! Finally found the medicine!"

Niko watched in slight amusement as (Y/n) cheered and handed him the capsules and a glass of water.

"Thank you.." Niko said as he sat up and took the thing from her hands.

"Alright, you stay here and rest. I need to go and tell the cooks to make something for your fever. Maybe a nice chicken soup or udon noodles., what do yoh prefer?" (Y/n) mused to herself as Niko shook his head.

"You don't need to think so much about it. Whatever you pick is fine."

"Huh? Don't be stupid, you are sick so you tell me what you want." (Y/n) said leaning down to whisper something to Niko.

"Don't tell anyone, but I barely ever follow the list Teieri-san gave me when you guys are sick. So spoil yourselves with some food you like while you can."

'So close! Did she always smell so nice?!' The black-haired boy held back squeal as he silently said 'udon' and (Y/n) nodded her head.

"Alright! I will be back in a bit. Don't do anything stupid and stay in the room~" (Y/n) called out, already bolting out of the room to get him his dinner.

Niko watched her disappear in a haze and he laid his head on the pillow again.

'She is so cute when she smiles!'

Hiori:

'So cute~' (Y/n) thought as she finished reading a book Anri had bought her. It was a romance book where the boyfriend made a grand surprise for his girlfriend after they were separated for months. He organized a whole dinner date and got a pretty bouquet before he proposed, (Y/n) quietly cheered as the girl said yes.

'This was so adorable... wish there was someone who would do this for me.' (Y/n) sighed as she put the book away, playing with a lose strand of hair as Hiori approached her.

"Are you alright? You seemed quite happy a few minutes ago..." The blue-haired boy asked, sitting down next to (Y/n).

"Hmm? Yeah, I just read this book where a guy made a grand surprise for his girlfriend when she returned home after months. It was so adorable."

"Sounds sweet... but why are you sad about it? It sounds considerate of him." Hiori wondered, trying to pick the right words.

"Ah... I guess I just wish something like this will happen to me one day." (Y/n) admitted, which did get Hiori's full attention now.

"You want someonw to propose?"

"Huh? No, not that part... well not now. The The bouquet part would be nice... I know it kind of sounds stupid." (Y/n) admitted. Hiori kept quiet as he thought over her words. He didn't have a lot of time to question you as Karasu and Kurona ran up to where they were and pulled (Y/n) away to help with something.

'Let's see...' Hiori thought, quickly taking the book and tried to find that specific part.

'The proposing part I will do in a few years. For now the bouquet will do, maybe I can ask Teieri-san to help me out.'

A few days had passed since that incident happened and (Y/n) basically forgot about the conversation she had with Hiori. The boy didn't though, and after a awkward time of asking Anri for help, the boy finally got a bouquet of (f/f).

'Just calmly approach her...' Hiori thought, gulping nervously as he walked to his room, knowing (Y/n) was probably there.

'Teieri-san did say Aryu asked her to braid his hair.'

The blue-eyed boy slowly opened the door, where sure enough (Y/n) was, along with Aryu, Bachira, Chigiri and Isagi. Nagi was there too, but he was asleep as it seemed.

"Hiori! You are back sooner than usually!" The boy cursed at how loud Bachira can be, now feeling embarrassed as all eyes were on him.

"What do you have there? Flowers?" Chigiri raised his eyebrow as the boy walked up to them with the flowers.

"Ah! It's (f/f) too! Did a fan send them?" (Y/n) asked excitedly, abandoning Aryu's hair to look at the flowers, to which the boy pouted.

"No... I actually asked Teieri-san to get them for you. You did say you wanted a bouquet the other day soo..." Hiori trailed off as he felt both embarrassed and intimidate by the stares he was getting.

"I... Thank you so much, Hiori! They are beautiful!" (Y/n) exclaimed as Hiori handed them to her.

"Thanks, I will put them in vase!" The girl said as she ran out of the room. The boy had a content smile on his face, ignoring the daggers and poking he was receiving from the five other boys, and yes the commotion caused Nagi to wake up.

'Ahh~ her smile is so adorable!'

Kurona:

One thing (Y/n) didn't enjoy after moving to Germany for the internship at Bastard München was the ever-changing weather Munich had to offer. She was looking outside her window as the rain kept falling down for the past 3 hours, and it wasn't showing signs of stopping either! Pouting she looked down on the streets again, seeing a few people walk by and that was about it.

'This is boring.'

As if on cue, there was a knock on her dorm room and a familiar voice came from the other side.

"(Y/n), are you free to hang out. I was bored in my room."

"Sure! The door is unlocked, Kurona!" The girl smiled, finally she wouldn't have to suffer in this weather alone. The redhead walked inside and looked just as depressed as she was.

"The weather sucks, man it was sunshine just yesterday." The boy pouted and sat on the couch as (Y/n) joined him.

"I know! And today on our day off it has to be so gloomy... well can't change it now. Want to watch something?" (Y/n) wondered as Kurona thought about it for a moment, then nodded his head.

"Sure, I found a channel where they show anime in Japanese."

"Great!"

And that was basically how they spent the rest of the afternoon, watching some random shows and talking about the things that happened during the past few days. The more they talked, the more Kurona was growing insecure though, since he felt like he was doing too much.

'Maybe I am talking too much right now... should I stop? Should I have said that one thing?'

As if sensing his distress, (Y/n) spoke up.

"It's really nice seeing you talk so freely. You should do it more often."

Kurona looked at her in surprise for a moment, then spoke up.

"Really? You don't think it's boring or something?"

"No. I like talking to you, I hope you open up more. Your voice is also soothing."

The last part caused the boy to blush a little and he nodded his head.

"A-alright..."

'It felt nice hearing that... knowing I am not annoying her... I will definitely open up more, if it will make (Y/n) happy.'

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shaineybainey · 1 year

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Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 initial thoughts

[ NOT spoiler-free ]

For me, this is one of the few franchises that got better and better as it went along. This third movie was just absolutely phenomenal. As someone had said, it is a great send-off to the movie and the Guardians we've known.

They did a great job exploring Rocket's origin. It really explains why he's never wanted to talk about his past. It was violent and heartbreaking. Nebula's line of "They did worse things to him than Thanos did to me" (or something along that line) summarized it best. You also understand why Rocket can be so violent: it wasn't much because he learned it from the people who engineered him, but because the last time he tried to get away safely, quietly, his friends - essentially his family - all got killed. And the person who caused it was so cold about it. So while he could be extreme, he does it so that no one can hurt him or any of his friends ever again.

Which leads to this other point: Rocket is a grump and a cynic, but deep down he actually really loved the other Guardians.

Adam Warlock! I didn't know what to expect from him, but after seeing the movie, I want to see more of him.

Also: it's great that the movie managed to give Adam his own origin story, his own motivation for why he eventually ended up being a guardian.

Drax was hilarious in this movie, as he always is, but Mantis kinda came for the crown a bit! The fact that she made him fall in love with a sock for fun and made one of the guards they had to get through fall in love with him were some of the funniest moments in the movie.

On a more serious Drax note: "Drax. You weren't meant to be a destroyer. You were meant to be a dad." One of the best lines in the movie. I never would have thought that this is how Drax would "grow up" as a character, but it all made sense. It does.

Kraglin had a fantastic growth too. He'd been trying to train with the arrow Yondu gave him over and over and over, trying to concentrate and plan and think. And he kept failing over and over and over. But when Knowhere was in danger, he finally remembered what Yondu told him: "Fly it with your heart." When he realized that he needed to get out of his head, man did he do some damage. It was amazing.

The bad dog/good dog argument 😂

Gamora. I like how they approached that. They didn't make her fall in love with Peter, even after all the fighting that they did as a team. They were barely even good friends in the end. Also, it's nice that she has a different family to belong to now (the Ravagers) but who still loved her just the same. It's good that they didn't try to change her. They made her realistic.

Lol "You guys are just making up what he's saying" when Groot would talk

Nebula. Oh, man, where do I begin. I've started really liking her as a character since GotG 2, and even more so during Endgame, but wow. She's really grown. She looks after the people of Knowhere, the Guardians look to her for big decisions and even resolution for internal problems of the team. The team respects her, even more than Peter most times. She still has rage inside, and she has trouble expressing other feelings without it, but I think she's made tremendous progress. And it's so obvious that she cares deeply about the team and even the lives of others, even if she doesn't outright say it.

Okay. There's a lot to unearth with the not-so-subtle hints at Peter/Nebula. First off, it's obvious in this movie and even in the Christmas special that Nebula's been looking after Peter. But the fact that she would take him home whenever he was totally wasted and put him to bed, making sure he was comfortable? And when Gamora was going to hurt Peter out of frustration and Nebula jumped in to stop her, practically telling her to back off? And that when Gamora suggested that the woman Peter's describing, the one that he's fallen in love with because she's grown from being ruthless to being caring, is Nebula, and Peter started looking at her differently? Bruh. I don't know what they're playing at here, but alright. I'm onboard.

Speaking of Peter, I like that he decided to come back home to Earth to reach out to his grandfather. I'd like to think he got a little help from the Avengers to get to that doorstep (info, means of transpo, things like that). It was great to see him in a normal life setting in the post-credit, too, where he's just eating cereal, talking smack about someone behind their back lol

Okay, that's it for now. Will come back when I remember the other things I liked (spoiler alert: there's a TON)

#Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 #Guardians of the Galaxy 3 #GotG3 #GotG #spoiler ahead #Peter Quill #Star Lord #Nebula #Gamora #Mantis #Drax #Rocket #Marvel Movies

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months

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Regarding the great seven, did they win in Twisted Wonderland? Like, for example, did Jafar became sultan and the current royal family of the Scalding Sands are his descendants? Did Aladdin die because of him?

No, that's (largely) not the case! Twisted Wonderland is simply a world in which the characters we know of irl as villains that did heinous stuff are just viewed in Twisted Wonderland as historical figures who contributed greatly to society. It's no different than how we may study our own historical figures and their accomplishments in social studies/history class.

While we do hear stories about the Great Seven and their powers, we rarely hear stories which would imply they somehow "won" in the end as opposed to the heroes. For example, Jasmine and Aladdin are implied to still very much be in love, as Jamil tells the tale of a street rat that married a princess. (If Jafar had "won", wouldn't he have been the one to marry the princess?) However, there ALSO exists a tale concurrent to that one in which we're told the Sorcerer of the Sands revealed that someone had lied about their social standing to trick a princess. There are no indications that these two stories are one and the same, so in the world of TWST it seems they're two separate instances that both draw inspiration from Aladdin. There are also no indications (ever) of the Disney heroes dying because of the Great Seven. In fact, it seems like many of them still got their original happy endings. (ADDENDUM: as a commenter pointed out, it’s also possible that multiple tales or versions of the tale came from the same initial story, something which happens irl as well.) Similarly, we know that the mermaid princess married a human prince, thus alleviating tensions between merfolk and humans with their union. This would not have been possible if Ursula had "won", as that would mean that Ariel would have reverted back to being a mermaid (or that little squishy thing Ursula has a garden of) and would "belong" to the Sea Witch forever. Ariel wouldn't have been able to stay on land and marry Eric in that state. Furthermore, Ursula may have gone on to become Queen of the Seas if Triton still intervened to save his daughter... but then why is Triton still honored as King of the Seas in the Atlantica Memorial Museum in book 3?

There are a few instances I can think of which would imply the villain "won", the main one being that Scar ruled the Pridelands as a wise and benevolent king (which is not true of The Lion King movie). I don't consider this Scar "winning", but more like... a twisted or exaggerated retelling of the actual event. For the villain to "win", that would also imply the heroes are gone or in a position to not stop them, right? Yet there are zero mentions of Mufasa or Simba being out of the picture, or even of Scar banishing family members that opposed his rule.

This all points to there being an alternate telling of history in TWST; it seems that the "evil" deeds of the Great Seven were censored and/or retold in such a way to paint them in a beneficial light, since the deeds of the traditional heroes also exist and are also considered true in Twisted Wonderland's history. (For example, Scar letting the hyenas into the Pridelands is reframed as a good thing, since he promoted the integration of a previously marginalized group into the country; Ursula is actually believed to have "mended all her ways" rather than it being a lie to deceive others.) Lilia even specifically mentions that it's possible to "change" history just by telling it a certain way.

On a related note, it seems that this year's birthday series (Platinum Jacket) will delve more into TWST's history and how the NRC boys feel or think about various classic Disney characters. I'm really looking forward to seeing how those expand the lore~

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Atlantis (prologue)

series masterlist part 1

pairing: neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader

series summary: with the death of quaritch, the sullys return to the forest. not wanting to make your mate part with his family for your sake, you decide to come with them. how will the return of his responsibilities as the future olo’eyktan affect your relationship?

BEFORE READING: characters are aged up 2 years! no explicit content! this follows the movie EXCEPT: it takes quaritch 1 1/2 years to find him and he dies in the final battle! that’s it!!! hope we all have fun (2.3k)

Coming to live with the Sullys in the forest was an easy decision to make.

In the 2 years that the family lived with your clan, you found yourself sharing lives with their eldest son. Giving him pieces of yourself and receiving bits of him back.

It started with tales from Ao’nung and Tsireya.

Words of admiration slipping Ao’nung’s lips in passing, Tsireya commending his ability to keep his siblings in check, and your mother’s warnings to stay away from the newcomers just in case they end up turning their backs on the clan.

You never really found the family all that interesting, always preferring to keep to familiar faces. Even when the children you look after talked in hushed voices, telling stories of the great Toruk Makto, or when your own best friend gushes about the family’s youngest son, or when you’re tending to your friend’s face after a fight with said family.

The only time a member of their family ever held your interest was when you caught the eldest son with his ikran.

And as if to make up for the lack of interest you’ve had with the family so far, you find yourself gaping in amazement at the sight of the majestic beast.

The things that change the world, according to Chaos theory, are the tiny things. A butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazonian jungle, and subsequently a storm ravages half of Europe.

Yoki–the name of his ikran–flaps her wings and a part of you blames it on her.

You stood in his vicinity a moment too long. He glances your way and a part of you finds it comically hilarious everytime you remember the moment. Was staying still really all it took for this much to change?

Did it really only take the briefest of moments for you to get involved with a family you were previously so uninterested in?

It was almost like a switch was flipped after that. Encounters with the family becoming a regular occurrence, how did it come to this? You always ask yourself. Was it your subconscious? Were you gravitating towards them? Did another butterfly flap its wings?

Later, when you’ve gotten significantly closer, he tells you that he isn’t that unlucky, that his nets didn’t break by chance, that his belongings didn’t just go missing, that his siblings didn’t just happen to be around your area looking for their brother.

“It’s not the universe’s doing, my love. I saw you, got captivated and was filled with the overwhelming need to always be near you,”

Many nights have been spent like this, you sharing your fascination with fate and him telling you he would have found another way to talk to you even if you walked away at that moment.

—

Falling in love with him means learning to love his family as he does.

It’s holding Tuk’s hands when the storm gets too bad, even when all you want to do is curl into a ball and gently rock yourself to sleep.

It’s awkwardly patting his younger brother’s back when he and Tsireya have a fight, comforting him, making sure he feels okay before you talk some sense into him.

It’s walking in the greener parts of Awa’atlu with Kiri, listening to her rambles as you walk to take her mind off her failed attempt at weaving again.

It’s his persistence when it comes to visiting your family. A kind smile on his face despite your mother’s hostility in the earlier days.

It’s taking care of the village’s children in your place when you’re feeling sick. Or guiding Tsireya and Ao’nung the other way when he knows you’re feeling overwhelmed and in need of space.

Life with him consists of nights telling stories of the lives the two of you followed before your souls decided they wanted to be one.

You decide you want to actively love him the night he talks about the weight of a title promised to him and his struggle with coming to terms with that promise being broken for his family’s safety.

Not sparing another moment, you tell him just that.

"Oel ngati kameie”

I see you.

You look into his eyes as he bares his soul to show you all that he is. The mighty warrior. The golden son. The boy that had to bear the weight of being the heir for seventeen years just for the promised title to leave him, whispering this is for your own good as it closes the door. The boy that wishes he could be more. The boy that aches for his father’s love.

He lets you take in all he is and basks in the love you shower him with.

“Nga yawne lu oer,” He says softly.

I love you.

It brings you so much joy when you realise that every fibre of your being believies him. It wasn’t like when your dad said it, obligation seeping into every vowel. Or when acquaintances say it after a favour granted.

It’s quite simple. You instantly believe him because it’s all you’ve known.

He says I love you and he doesn’t mean it as a thank you for loving me. He says I love you and means it as a promise.

It’s almost as if your soul was made aware of the love he has for you long before the words even left his lips, perhaps his was aware before he even had the thought.

It’s known for longer than the two of you have because your love bleeds into your subconscious and seeps into your actions.

It’s why your mother grew so fond of him. Why his siblings grew so attached to you so quickly.

Because two people can’t build lives together and expect people to not take notice.

—

You’re about to turn 19 when he tells you that his family is leaving.

First, you ask him if he’s going. The question leaves your lips and it feels like betrayal when he tells you, No, you are my mate. I will stay where you are near.

It feels like you’re betraying the boy that loves his family more than himself. You voice out your thoughts and all he can do is smile at you before he presses you to his chest, forcing you to listen to the beating of his heart. Do you hear that? It beats for you now. I love my family but they understand that you are who I value the most now.

It’s his way of telling you that he loves you enough to stay.

You ask Tsireya to accompany you to the cove of the ancestors that night. She doesn’t ask you questions, but she lets you cry on her shoulders, soft hands caressing your back in an attempt to soothe your sobs.

When you reach the shore, she holds you back and pulls you into a hug before you go to join Neteyam. I will miss you, sister. She whispers, wiping the stray tear quickly and flashing you a smile, removing all traces of her downcast expression.

You give her hand a squeeze before you part ways, your mind stuck on the tear that fell from her eye and the others that were threatening to fall before she wiped them clear.

You allow yourself to reminisce on simpler days. When you were younger and were yet to be tasked with the job of making choices and carrying the weight of them. Knocking over Ronal’s herbs and her children–you didn’t know it yet, but they would soon become your best friends–taking the blame for you (They don’t know this, but you told Ronal it was you that knocked them over the moment they turned their back).

Making the bond with your spirit sister.

Oh. You chide yourself. How could you forget about Sutì?

The tulkun was beyond ecstatic for you when you mentioned the boy, she didn’t say anything then but you’re so sure she could feel the love from your body language, she could always sense things like that. You know your sister would be happy for you, still, you make a mental note to ask Lo’ak if payakan could send a message from you.

When you finally reach where Neteyam is waiting for you, your thoughts are clouded. He takes notice of the expression you have on and kisses your temple. The simple act clears your thought, even for just a moment, it’s as if he were the god of the skies himself, swatting the dark clouds away.

Neteyam doesn’t catch your exchange with Tsireya so he doesn’t actually know what’s bothering you. But he’s loved you long enough to know that something is wrong. A part of him knows you’re considering it–going with his family– a part of him wishes for you to offer. He would never force you to leave your home, he knows how it feels to leave behind all you’ve known and he doesn’t want you to suffer the way he suffered.

So he calls himself selfish, you’re so selfish. He says it multiple times, holding your hands as he does, in hopes that the feeling goes away because never in a thousand lifetimes would he wish for you to hurt.

But when he goes to sleep that night, his heart curled up in front of him, a part of him still wishes.

—

When you tell him that you wish to come along, he argues against you.

A part of him cheers. He tries his best to shut it down.

He calmly recalls his struggles with adapting and explains how he doesn’t want to put you through that.

He wants you to argue back.

Neteyam shuts his eyes, overcome with guilt for simply wanting and the overwhelming desire to keep you happy.

You smile up at him, as if you were holding that part of him between your hands, the words that leave your lips immediately calms him down, “We both want this.”

He searches your eyes, looking for a hint of hesitance. When he spots it, he opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him yet again.

“I am scared,” he cradles your face as you speak, “but I trust that you will make me happy wherever we are.”

Yes and I could make you happy here, you could make me happy here, he thinks.

But you don’t stop talking, “We could also be happy here, yes. But I do not have siblings like you do.”

He asks one more time with his eyes, you smile.

“Besides, mother and father already approved of my departure.”

Your statement completely breaks his resolve, tears falling from his eyes before you could reach out to wipe them.

“I love you,” he holds you in his arms, “I promise I’ll make you happy.”

You smile, content in his arms, “I know you will.”

—

“This isn’t a goodbye, I will see you again,” The words leave your mouth but even you aren’t sure how much you believe it.

You talked to Jake, Toruk Makto. Asking him questions that were answered with honesty. He says he isn’t sure. Because even with his nemesis dead, the sky people were still in Pandora.

“Your family isn’t safe here,” you remember saying, observing his face as you spoke, “yet you gave your son the option to stay,” he stopped sharpening his spear, “why is that?”

Jake paused before he continued sharpening the spear, as if to collect his thoughts.

“He begged me,” Jake took in the shocked expression you have on and simply smiled, “I am a father, but I also know what it is like to love another,” he stood to put the spear away, “I don’t want my son to suffer like that.”

You’re shaken out of the memory by your best friend cutting off your circulation, “Ao’nung! Skxawng you’re going to kill me.”

You take in his tear stained face and let out an exaggerated gasp in an attempt to lighten the mood. You know it works when the corners of his lips lift and he shoves you playfully.

When his sister approaches to hug you, his face gets serious yet again. “If you’re ever unhappy there, you’ll always have a home here, never forget that.”

His serious demeanour has you and Tsireya laughing, “How are they supposed to do that skxawng? The ocean would eat them alive before they make it home.”

At Tsireya’s comment, he takes up an exaggerated thinking stance, going on for a moment before he nods to yourself, “Don’t be unhappy.”

You laugh at his resolve but he hushes you, “You can be unhappy once you get an ikran,” your eyes soften at his surprising thoughtfulness, “just so you can go home.”

Your trio disperses when a horn is sounded, signalling your departure. Tsireya and Ao’nung share a look before they tackle you, giving you one last squeeze before you move towards the centre of the crowd where the Sullys stand.

Neteyam reaches over and you join him, waving goodbye to everyone you recognise in the crowd.

Tuk rushes over to you and you lift her up, “I can’t wait to show you the forest!” She grins and you find yourself mirroring her expression.

Neteyam takes Tuk from your arms, allowing you a few more seconds of goodbye.

You catch Ronal and Tonowari’s gaze and smile at their gesture.

Oel ngati kameie. You gesture back.

Once you’ve hopped on the ikran, you catch their gaze again. This time, you catch yourself signing, thank you.

For protecting my home.

For giving me Tsireya and Ao’nung.

Ronal tears up at the gesture and you find yourself mirroring her.

Once you’re in the air, Neteyam lets his ikran fall back a bit. He holds you and you finally allow the tears to fall.

(A/N: and!! that’s it for the prologue!! had this idea 2 hours ago and knew i immediately had to start the intro because!!! i cannot wait to write the drama bit lmfao. as always!! reblogs and replies are appreciated! i hope you enjoy the series because i certainly had fun writing)

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benkeibear · 1 year

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☰ 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟

⧫ Character: Baji

⧫ Reader: female

⧫ Summary: Baji gets jealous and marks you up, showing everyone who you belong to

⧫ WARNINGS: afab!reader, sub!reader, marking, slight possessive behavior, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)

Being with Baji always meant that you have to get along with his friends since they're around more times than not. Luckily it was easy, everyone adored you to pieces for putting up with Baji how they would always say, making fun of their friend or telling you all kind of embarrassing stories about him. Especially Chifuyu seemed to get along great with you, quickly growing attached to you.

“And next thing i know-” he started explaining, having to put his arm around you to keep himself standing from how much he was laughing “he- he just-” another pause for laughter followed and you realized that you won't get to hear the rest of the story as Baji was already blushing furiously. Next thing you know is the two guys bickering back and forth on the way up to Bajis place but it brought you comfort. If everything is going down, those two bickering like a married couple never changes.

Neither does Bajis jealousy and slight possessiveness over you, especially when the blonde is involved like now, cuddled up with you with his head in your lap and his arms wrapped around your waist. Of course you didn't think anything of it, watching the movie that was on as you gently played with his hair. Chifuyu would never think anything perverted of you, you were more like a best friend or sister to him, it just felt wrong to think of you like that so he didn't think about how Baji feels when he is all over you like that.

As soon as the movie ended your lovers best friend left the place, leaving with the words of being a responsible adult and owning a Shop he has to open in the mornings. Baji came back, looking like he was about to murder someone when he laid down on top of you on the couch and holding you close as he nuzzled his face in your neck. “Ow- ow Baji! What are you doing?!” You asked slightly irritated, feeling a soft stinging sensation on your neck. Did he just bite you?

A low grumble followed as his response but he continued to attack your neck, this time with kisses and hickeys so you leaned your head to the side to give him more access as you enjoyed the feeling. “You're mine” he mumbled softly, his hair falling down in your face when he looked at you, making you giggle. “Hmm… I think i need to be reminded of that again” You hummed playful as you let a hand traveled down his chest and abs, earning a smirk from the man above you.

“That's what i thought” He chuckled and removed his shirt, letting yours follow shortly after. The fact that you didn't even wore a bra while cuddling up to his best friend annoyed him, feeling the need to claim you back, make sure everyone knows. Slowly his kisses went down to your chest where he sucked on your delicate skin in a harsh way to leave crimson marks behind, adding them to the collection of hickeys on your neck which formed a necklace by now. You would be lying if you said this didn't turn you on, the wetness already pooling between your thighs when you pulled on his soft hair “fuck me Baji” You whined, needing to feel him inside of you after all this teasing. He didn't need to be told twice, quickly removing your pants along with your underwear and simply slipping his own sweatpants down far enough to free his length. Your legs were spread as far as they could go and pushed up to your chest, completely at mercy to your lover.

After adding a few more hickeys to your collection while he was grinding his length against your slick folds he pushed in without a warning, giving you no chance to adjust to him before pulling himself out again just go bottom out in one thrust. The way you moaned his name made him euphoric, setting a rough pace right away. “You're mine. Only mine” he growled, accentuating each word with a thrust of his hips. You were only able to moan in response, your brain getting foggy with how fast your high was approaching, almost running you over.

Baji was too busy chasing away the ugly thoughts of having to share you out of his head, too caught up in his own thrusts to notice how your walls were clenching around him, trying to pull him in even further. Each drag of his impressive length against all the right spots pushed you closer to the edge of your sweet release. Only when your nails raked down his back as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave he snapped out of it, hips stuttering from his own high, the stinging pain of your nails digging into his skin threw him over the edge immediately.

He couldn't stop fucking his seed deeper into you, the sharp pain returning in your shoulder this time accompanied by small whimpers from him. He was sensitive after he came but he wanted to keep going, make sure you know who you belong to, make sure you won't even know who Chifuyu was after this but you tried to hold his hips in place “It's okay Baji… I’m yours, i love you” You whispered reassuring, pulling his head up so he could rest his forehead against yours, a soft nod coming from him and the smile returned soon after. “I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” he mumbled eventually before kissing you, making you giggle into the kiss. ”I’m all yours Keisuke Baji” you repeated to make your point clear - marked or not, your heart belonged to him and him only.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x female reader #Tokyo revengers smut #baji x reader #baji smut #baji x female reader #keisuke baji #keisuke baji x reader #keisuke baji smut #Tokyo Revengers baji #repost ♡

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sweet-fading-summer-love · 2 months

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Hollywood History

Made with the pairing intent of Reader x Elvis Presley, and Reader x Marlon Brando

Summary - As a new actor from the South steps onto Hollywood's acting scene, his presence sends the Hollywood veterans into a bit of a stir.

Warnings - Smoking, swearing, drinking, some undermining of Elvis' acting ability by certain characters. Not many warnings truthfully, just a little blurb that I never got around to finishing the ending of.

Author's Note: Oh this little piece, and its other bits stashed away, I've held dear to me, but it will only ever be an idea that I can't quite articulate at the moment, so here's a short bit from it. As I dusted this off I feel all those fuzzy feelings coming back, so for now I'll call it the intro piece to this little two-parter.

The party was going great. Though it wasn't quite all that much like a party. Many studio heads had come together to have a giant dinner, bringing their best actors along with them to showcase the worth of their studio to make an appearance of themselves.

You sat at one of the many round tables with actor friends, some of whom were from your studio. There was Marilyn Monroe, Dean Martin, Marlon Brando, Rita Hayworth, Gregory Peck, and now and then Judy Garland popped by the table to talk to you and Marlon about the minutiae of how a few of the big wigs were getting along.

Sometime in the conversation, greased-up black hair that belonged to a very nervous man across the room caught Rita's eye, making her smile mischievously as she brought up a rather controversial topic to the table.

"Say, what do you think of the new guy, Y'know the one from the South, Eric Presley something or other…"

You corrected in good spirits over the rim of your champagne glass before taking a sip,

"Elvis Presley, dear"

"Ah yes, that Elvis Presley"

A few friends at the round table grimaced and made faces of an unsure, disapproving nature. The man was a hot topic among you and your Hollywood friends, after all, it seemed he was trying to take the movie business by storm after having conquered the music business, along with dozens of hearts of silly school girls who'd be better off focusing on their studies.

Your date, Marlon, blew out the corner of his mouth after taking a long thoughtful huff, keeping the smoke from going into your vicinity as a gentleman should. Then after staring at an empty corner of the table for a while, he shrugged as he leaned forward to put the cigarette out in the ashtray. After sitting back on his chair his hand that rested atop your thigh slid back a little with his movement, not that you'd complain too much.

"Frankly, uh" he started, "The guy's a phony, I-I mean he's riding on the tail of his music, it's a fucking mockery of actors. When he makes a movie where he doesn't sing, then, eh, maybe I'll think differently. But that's another ten years coming at least."

"Well," Marilyn's breathy voice made itself known, leading all eyes to land on her as she tilted her head to Dean, who seemed a tad uncomfortable at the statement. Dean had started with music just like the Presley kid, and eventually branched out to acting as well.

Marlon laughed incredulously at how his words had been taken into offense by his longtime friend. He brought his hands up to gesture his well-meaning as he explained, "It's different with people like you Dean, Sinatra too, there's a big difference. Elvis Presley is, well uh, let me not spoil our mood eh?"

His voice had risen in pitch as it always did whenever he was about to break into a laugh. Everyone laughed a small laugh at what he was implying and continued with their smoking and drinking. But being the devil's advocate, you said something just to stir the pot.

"He seems to be a good fit for dramatic roles, those last two films were-"

Marlon cut you off,

"-were his last two movies if there's a God."

As everyone laughed including yourself at the jest, Marilyn leaned forward and lightly swatted at Marlon's chest before ordering with a commanding yet soft voice,

"Oh you dog, let her finish, let her finish"

You sent her an appreciative smile as she sent you a wink. After the laughs subsided all eyes were on you as you finished your statement, "All I'm saying is his last two films show promise as a dramatic actor"

Everyone took what you said with a grain of salt, even Marlon nodded with thought. His hand slid along your thigh as he turned his body entirely to you while in his chair.

"Well Honey, uh you see the thing is, anyone can act. I mean everyone's an actor, every day, so I don't doubt his skills as an actor, he could be a great actor I don't know, but he's got no essence. He's got uh, too many idiosyncrasies that pull away from the actual film, the actual character. I mean, really he could never pull off sending an adage through his films, or-"

"And you think you could?"

You stared at Marlon stone-faced after cutting him off. Everyone's faces fell flat, including Marlon's as he was taken aback by the uncharacteristic action, but after a few moments, he smiled and let out a noise of amusement as he realized what you were doing, "Honey, I already have"

You smiled as it seemed he caught on to your little devil's advocate act, following your smile the rest of your friends around the table also caught on and began to laugh while internally letting out a breath.

You often were placating and adaptable, but when it came to someone who you shared a connection with, someone like Marlon, you often let a bit of internal venom slip through the cracks. And with Marlon being the way he is, the combination of you and him led to a tumultuous on-and-off relationship often covered by magazine tabloids. For a moment everyone worried that the next coverage of your relationship would be from an argument over something as silly as a boy from the South, trying to make a name for himself in the film industry.

In the end, you two always found each other again. But there was often a bit of straying here and there…

And who knew that the amateur actor, the boy from the South, would be the one to lead you astray?

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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!Celebrating your birthday with the BSD boys!

(this is part 1)(pt2{tmrw})(pt3{Wednesday})

scenario:- its your birthday and you're celebrating with the bsd bois!

pairings:- dazai x gn!reader,kunikida x gn!reader, ranpo x gn!reader

Genre:- fluff

Type:- headcannons

↪️Dazai Osamu

I feel like dazai would open with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY! YOURE NOW ONE YEAR CLOSER TO DYING A NATURAL DEATH”

*proceeds to throw around double suicide ideas*

But jokes aside,if you’re not that thrilled at the prospect of aging (and honestly valid) he’ll definitely hype you up.

Like this man CANNOT take a compliment to save his life

But DAM can he dish em out

Probably has a full day of fun activities planned

But if you’re more an introverted and indoor person hed organise a full fun day for just the two of you at his place,movies,presents,couple-y stuff;The Whole SheBang!

Thered definitely be some dangerous activities in there

But hey! Its dazai, he probably knows what hes doin rightt???(spoiler:he doesnt)

The day ends with fireworks (whether by like using actual ones or junichiros light snow ability,we may never know)

And he tells you that theres no one else he’d rather go out as beautifully as the fireworks with~

↪️Kunikida Doppo

Has a DETAILED schedule for your day

Ofc it consist of stuff that he KNOWS you’ll love

If you’re kinda down abt the fact you’re gettin older he’ll just tell you that it’s inevitable and that it is nothing to be worried about

If be sees that that didnt help,(buddy come on) he says that time seems to have frozen for you and that you look as beautiful as the day you met

(WAN tachihara voice:WHATS THIS???? A COMPLIMENT FROM KUNIKIDA??????)

Also when you guys cut a cake at the agency,he gives you a book-shaped package and asks you to open it in private

It was a book of poems, he’d been writing them since the day you first met.and lemme tell you,theyre sweeter and sappier than anyone would ever think him capable of writing

When you thank him for it he just kinda shrugs it off but you can CLEARLY see the blush creeping up his face and can hear the lil crack in his voice

Also uses doppo poet to make you a smol bouquet of your fave flowers

Could he have bought em from a shop? Yes. But did he wanna woo you? Also yes.

What can i say,he’s surprisingly romantic

(Ps:- DO NOTT LET DAZAI GET HIS HANDS ON THAT BOOK OF POEMS!!)

↪️Edogawa Ranpo

Showers you with snacks

Literally AND figuratively

Also allows you to eat some of his(its your special day after all)

Gets you the most insightful and heartfelt gift but also something that you’ve wanted for a while

When you ask him how he knew youd wanted it,he launches into a huge explanation of how he used his special ability to analyse your body language and-yadayadayada

Please tell him ur impressed cos he loves hearin ur praises

Asks poe to write a birthday themed mystery and yall solve it together

(Ofc he doesnt out right asks,he just kinda dares poe that he cant write it...ranpo be ranpo-ing mann)

(But when poe finds out its for you he does it with even more determination than before!!{howww is that eveb possible???})

Karl also gives you a gift cos poe really likes you(you’re nice to him and say his stories are great) (future angst piece???)

Your day will end with a huge ass movie marathon

SOO MANY SNACKS

like u thought he gave u a lot in the beginning

But DAM boi is STOCKED

will feed you throughout the movie and cuddles you close

He just loves spendin this much time with you tbh🥺

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone who wants!

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artist-issues · 7 days

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I saw you answer an ask on Toy Story, which was super interesting, and also say:

"It’s an incredibly good movie series. Not Toy Story 4. But the rest of the series."

I didn't actually see Toy Story 4 because I felt the first three tied the story up very well, and we got a really good arc through those first three. It just felt unnecessary, and what I did see from it didn't make me eager to go out and watch it.

Could you expand on where you think Toy Story 4 goes wrong? If the other three convey selflessness, living and finding purpose, then what does that Toy Story 4 try to convey? Does it contradict the others?

I think Toy Story 4 goes wrong by trying to make Woody selfish. I mean, you could say that he isn't selfish to leave Bonnie and his friends and embrace the "Lost Toy" lifestyle. You could say "he just went from taking care of one kid who didn't really need him anymore to taking care of every lost kid who could need him, and finding lost toys homes. That's what was happening with the lost little girl at the end!"

Okay, you could say all that, but you'd be wrong, because 1) that is not what was happening at the end. And 2) even if it were, that is not a selfless ending for Woody. Furthermore 3) it undoes all his character development and progression from the first three.

You didn't see the fourth movie, right? So let me break it down a little.

Woody's character progression goes like this:

1: Obsessed with being The Most Important Toy to Andy --> Remembering that what's great about being a toy is being there for Andy when he needs them, regardless of how often or special that is.

2: Fine with no longer being The Most Important Toy to Andy, but considering leaving because Andy will eventually not need him, ever --> Realizing that being there means being there, even if it's just to watch and love from a distance, instead of protecting yourself to no end.

3. Committed to Being There even if he's not needed --> But this includes being there for his friends, even after they choose to abandon him and the mission. (It's important to note that Woody only offers ((by getting in the box to Bonnie's)) to leave Andy if Andy chooses to give him to a kid who needs him more.)

The whole idea is that Woody belongs to someone. He's not his own. He's a toy. Toys belong to their kid; they don't have the right to just leave. If they did, they'd be bad toys. Because you never know how much a kid will be heartbroken, or whether or not they might need you down the road. Every movie before Toy Story 4 is Woody doubting that, but then coming back to it. That's why in Toy Story 3, when everyone is in Andy's Room sad because he won't play with them and he's about to leave, Woody is totally onboard with staying in the Attic for years—because maybe they'll get to be played with by Andy's kids. He's loyal, and selfless, because he knows he's not his own. He's willing to go to Bonnie only because it'll mean staying with his friends where they're needed; but ONLY if ANDY willingly gives them up.

Enter Toy Story 4.

Woody's having a hard time adjusting to Bonnie's Room because 1) he doesn't get played with, his role in the games is taken by Jessie. So he's right back where he was in the first movie, stuck in a closet watching another toy get played with. And 2) Dolly is the leader of the room, so he's not even really allowed to be helpful to his friends during their off hours, because she's got that covered. So he feels directionless.

UNTIL Bonnie goes to school for the first time. She's not allowed to bring toys. Dolly is fine with this but Woody goes anyway because he's sure Bonnie will need something.

And in this beautiful first portion of character development for Woody, he does not sneak out of the backpack and get Bonnie to gain comfort from him, her one and only toy, at daycare. Even though he totally could've. He could've seized his moment in her heart. But he didn't. Because he already learned that lesson in Toy Story 1-3: he doesn't need to be everything to the kid. He just needs to do what's best for the kid, and to do that, he has to be there.

So instead he throws her a bunch of craft supplies to play with when nobody sits with her. She gets distracted by making Forky, a toy made from a spork and some pipe cleaner.

Bonnie is, from that moment on and throughout the rest of the movie, without exception, OBSESSED with Forky. There is no other toy in her mind. But Forky is a lot like Buzz was in the first movie after learning he's a toy: he doesn't understand what's so great about that, and would rather go back to being trash. He keeps trying to jump in garbage cans while Bonnie's family takes a road trip. And for some inexplicable reason, none of the other toys really care about this. But Woody, knowing what Bonnie needs, basically posts a 24-hour suicide watch on Forky and keeps pulling him back over to Bonnie, out of the trash.

The problem is, Woody isn't that excited about this. He is just doggedly resigned to it as his duty. He keeps rescuing Forky and getting no love in return; Buzz sort of tries to be supportive and offer to help, but nobody else seems to care about Bonnie and Forky, and Woody thinks this is his only way to be useful so he really doesn't want their help.

Which is stupid. Because if he were really committed to being selfless and loving Bonnie, he'd let everyone help. Because the point isn't "how will I feel if I fail to do this on my own? What's my purpose?" That's selfish. It's "you-focused." The point should be "How can we get this job done best for Bonnie?" with no consideration of "self." That would be selfless, which is the point of Toy Story movies.

Anyway. I'll speed up.

Basically by Act 2 Forky comes to understand (thanks to Woody) how great it is to be a toy. But no sooner does he want to go back to Bonnie (on the road trip) than Woody suddenly gets distracted. His whole life's mission of doing what's good for his kid is derailed because he finds Bo Peep again. Meanwhile, Forky is captured by a villainous antique doll with no voice box, who is fixated on being bought by a little girl and thinks that if she had Woody's voice box her dreams would come true.

Bo Peep has been living as a Lost Toy. Basically the movie sets this up as if Lost Toys take care of each other, patching up injuries and having fun together even when no kids are around: they're just doing the same sort of thing that the reformed toys at Sunnyside Daycare do. But in a playground/fairground setting.

Bo Peep doesn't want to be with one kid. She wants to keep doing this more selfish lifestyle, where she can be played with whenever she wants, help toys whenever she wants, and avoid the heartbreak of a kid abandoning her.

Understandable.

But thats the opposite of everything Woody's learned in the last three (and a half) movies. He could've made the decision Bo Peep is making at any point in Andy's childhood. But he's already learned that being there means Being There, regardless of what the kid can do for you.

I mean, I hate to point it out, because I know people will try to make it an allegory for "staying in an abusive situation," even though that's NOT what I'm saying, but seriously—think back to Sid's House in the very first movie. They don't lead all the broken toys to a life of freedom. They force Sid to be a better kid, but the broken toys stay there. Because they're Sid's Toys.

Contrast that with the "hardship" Bo Peep has been through...Bo Peep just...got pawned off. She didn't have body parts removed and sewn onto other toys. She didn't get strapped to a firework or melted down. But she's treated like this revolutionary, independent, strong-woman toy who's introducing this great concept of freedom to Woody.

That's all wrong for Woody. And for most of the movie, he resists it, so that's good.

But what it comes down to, at the end, is Woody deciding to choose what he wants over his ideals of selflessness and loyalty. He wants to stay with Bo Peep (because romance) and he wants to be needed. Lost Kids and Toys "need" him more than Bonnie.

To be fair, they try to build up to this in a way that makes sense for his character. They try really hard, they do. They show that Woody is still selfless when it comes to the happiness of kids and toys; he willingly gives up his voice box so that Forky can go back to Bonnie, and the doll villainess can have a shot at her dream. They show that he's ready to support that villainess and help her find a kid she could be true to even after the kid she wanted rejects her. They show that he really was going to leave Bo, even at the very end, even though he didn't want to—and it takes Buzz insisting that Bonnie will "be all right" without him for Woody to give it all up.

They do try.

But that's the thing. The only way they could set up Woody's decision to abandon his friends and his kid for life as a Lost Toy was by centering it around this idea of "where I'm needed."

But 1) "where I'm needed" is too self-focused for Woody, because of all the reasons in Toy Story 2 and 1, and 2) you can't have it both ways. You can't say Woody's all about "where he can be of service best" and all about "what he wants." Those two focuses contradict one another, in Woody's case.

That's what it boils down to. They took the characters that are literally made to say, "live your life for others, love regardless of whether or not you're loved back," and they try to say, "nooo, actually, that's toxic, you have to do what you want, what feels most fulfilling to you, self-care, etc." And they do their best to shoehorn Woody into that by saying "what he's most fulfilled by is being needed."

That's all wrong for Toy Story. Woody developed away from making all his decisions based on where he's "needed" in Toy Story 2. Woody expressed loyalty to both Andy and his friends perfectly in Toy Story 3 by putting himself in Bonnie's box and letting Andy decide, his owner decide, where he should be.

And then Toy Story 4 comes along and says, "No, Woody gets to decide, and he decides where he's needed, and he's fine with separating from not only his kid, but his friends."

This post is already too long but also, if you try to spin it so Woody's still in-character and selfless by helping Lost Toys find kids, it starts to make no sense. If the Lost Toy lifestyle is so great, because you can pick up playtime with kids and put it back down whenever you feel like it—and you should, because kids will always get older and throw you out—why should Woody ever help Lost Toys find a kid to go home with? Why wouldn't he say, like Bo, "hey that's nice but eventually they'll grow up, it's a dead-end, just stay out in this playground with us. That's what's best for you. Be a Lost Toy like us."

The only possible answer to that question, which IS supposedly Woody's fulfilling ending, is, "Because maybe some toys just 'want' to go home with one kid. And if they do, they should be allowed to do what they want. And Woody can help them, because helping them is what he wants."

Allll back to "what YOU want" which is the opposite of being a toy. Anyway. The horse is dead, I'll quit beating it.

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