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cheynovak · 2 months

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Happy ever after?

Sequel to: Another, other Cinderella story.

Soldier Boy x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Angst, Smut, 18+, Alcohol, Soft dominance, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 7286

*Does not follow The Boys storyline!*

If you liked this, please check out my masterlist for other stories.

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Y/N is the rebellious daughter of a famous actor in the 1960. Her dad wants to keep her out of the public eye, since he cheated on his wife with her mother. All she wants to do is leave, have fun and start a life of her own. On one of her father’s parties, she meets Soldier Boy, who despite his reputation falls for the young girl. She is mesmerised by him, but how long can he hold the little rebel from discovering the world?

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Y/N woke up from the sunlight on her face. She turned around to feel her bed already empty and cold. Which unfortunately wasn’t a surprise anymore, he hasn’t been home for weeks. Ben got more and more tasks, missions and projects since Vought knew about them.

And even though he did manage to give her a nice condo, she did miss the action and fun she used to have in her old life. The last couple of months became clear he wanted her for himself, a nice woman to come home to. But deep down she knew that isn’t who she really is.

Her dreams were to travel the world, see beautiful nature, cities that come to life at night, enjoy different cultures. She hoped Ben would be the same, but his red, white and blue blood thought there was nothing better than the USA. Why would one want to travel to let’s say Europe.

But for now, she was content.

Y/N got up and did her daily morning routine, she threw on one of Ben’s old shirts, she loved the fact it smelled like him, tobacco, vanilla and some other spices. She walked in the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee, while loading the washing machine, she would take a quick shower. Ready to start the day fresh.

She lifted his shirt over her head and looked in the mirror, noticing a pretty big bruise on her hip. Y/N’s finger mover over the spot when realising Ben got a little too excited the last night they had spent, before him leaving. Maybe time to remind Ben again she is not a supe. Although the night itself she didn’t mind his roughness.

While the hot water was streaming over her slightly sore body, her mind started to drift away to all the placed she once read about. Hoping that one day Ben would agree to come along with her. But for now, it stays with daydreaming.

After breakfast Y/N went into town, trying to get her mind off of the fact that Ben was gone for a while to shoot a documentary on his life. And she was, once again, left to herself to enjoy life. Unconsciously she walked towards the travel agency.

She stopped in front of the store, looked through the window. Asia, Europe, Africa, ... before she knew it, she stepped inside. It took almost an entire afternoon, the shop assistant was very friendly and helped her pick out 3 trips worth seeing.

With books and information under her arm she walked back to the condo when she heard a familiar voice. “Y/N?” She turned around seeing the twins, Anna and Sara, she once befriended in school. “Oh my...Hi! How are you guys?” She hugged them.

Y/N invited the girls over to her apartment for a cup of coffee. It had been almost 9 months since graduation. “Wow, girl you really did good for yourself.” Sara said looking around in the pretty big place. “It’s all from Ben, to be honest.” Y/N said while emptying her bags on the counter.

“You really went through with that didn’t you?” Anna asked curiously. “We both thought it was just another one of your casual hook ups.” Y/N blushed hearing that. Answering, “Turns out he has something worth sticking around for.” -” Clearly.” They both said at the same time.

The afternoon coffee turned into late night wines and take out Chinese food. Y/N never really thought often about her old life, but this lovely evening made her homesick, thinking about the fun times she was around her friends.

Anna, Sara and Y/N agreed to see each other in the morning for breakfast and a shopping day. Just to relive their high school Saturdays. Y/N waved the girls goodbye at the door, smiling when she walked back inside.

Y/N looked back at the mess they left on the table. “Right.” she let out with a satisfied sigh, she turned on the radio before cleaning and placing the last food scraps in the fridge. The music made her hum.

She closed the fridge, jumping up when she noticed Ben leaning on the cabinets in the kitchen. “Yeez, Ben, you scared me.” She smiled as he walked towards her without saying a word. Her back pushed against the fridge.

His hand went through her hair, while he looked in her eyes. “Hi.” Y/N whispered, drowning in his beautiful green eyes. His lips turn into a small smirk. “Hi.” he answered with the same tone before his lips claimed hers.

Ben’s hands roamed over her body, it wasn’t new to her, him coming home and needing some sort of relieve before being able to have a ‘normal’ conversation. Y/N managed to break free for a second to breath. His mouth found its way to her neck. Sucking and kissing her skin.

“I would really like to clean the rest of the table before going to bed.”

” Who said I want to go to bed.” His voice sounded muffed against her neck. “The kitchen is good enough for me.” His hands moved from her thighs back to her cheek, demanding her head to look at him, so he could kiss her again.

“B-Ben, I’m serious... give... me... 2 seconds.” she managed to say in between his hungry kisses. He let go of her lips with a deep and annoyed sigh. “Fine, hurry.” He answered grumpy. “I don’t want the room to smell in the morning.” She explained herself while Ben leaned back watching her.

Secretly he loved that she played the role of housewife. Might even say it turns him on. His eye fell on the books that were lying on the corner of the kitchen cabinet. His curiosity took over, “What are you reading?” He asked while looking through the books.

“Er, some travel research, just inspiration.” His eyes shot up from the counter to her. “Travel? You’re still thinking about leaving?” - “Well, not leaving.” She said rinsing the rag. “More like explore.” Y/N could feel his look, his disapproval, afraid to look up.

A little hum was all he responded before she felt the warmth of his body radiating against her back. She felt his big hand caressing her hair, almost petting her. “Maybe you need a reminder.” His hand covered her neck right underneath her chin, pulling her head back.

“Now, are you done?” His husky voice whispered against her ear. She nodded slow, part of her hated his dominant side, hated the fact that it turned her on as much as it did. Months ago, she would never, ever give up control. But with Ben, it was different.

He turned her around before lifting her on his shoulder like a ragdoll, caring her to the bedroom. “I thought you didn’t want to go to the bedroom.” She answered a little sassy. Ben’s hand landed flat on her ass. Making her gasp shortly. “Auw!” She sneered.

He dropped her on the bed, hard enough to see the matrass bounce her back, ones. “You really need to learn how to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut.” His voice sounded deep and firm. “I thought you like me loud.” She said while pressing her lips together, trying not to laugh.

She would have sworn his lip twitched at that comeback. But his dominant side came back fast. “Strip.” He said while looking down on her. Y/N did as she was told, throwing her clothes on the other side of the bed until she was bare.

“Come here.” Ben said still fully dressed in his suit. She crawled towards him, the second her face was within reach he pulled her up by the back of her head. Making her kneel in front of him, his thumb moved over her partly separated lips.

Y/N felt his finger pushing between her lips making her automatically wrap her lips around it and suck softly. Ben’s lips curled into a smirk, “That’s it baby girl. That is all I want that mouth of yours to do.” He said while pulling his finger out of her mouth.

He looked down to his belt, giving her a silent order before he took off the bulletproof vest he wore over his shirt. Y/N undid his gun belt, unzipper his pants. She’s mouthwatering only by the thought of him. She never liked giving head, but the way Ben praised her made up for it.

Ben was already hard for her, he lazily strokes himself a few times. “Open that dirty mouth.” once again she obeyed without a question. Her hands moved up his thighs, on their way to the base, so she could help herself a little.

“Na-ah, hands on your lap, doll.” he said while he held her head. Y/N could feel his large hands guide her over his warm length, tasting the precum on her tongue. She looked at him while her eyes started to fill with tears. Each time Ben pulled her in she felt him further in her mouth.

She focussed on taking him without gagging. “That’s it, good girl.” His praises made her moan around his cock. “You like it don’t you, sucking my dick.” She noticed a crack in Ben’s voice, she knew he was enjoying her moans. So, good girl as she is, she moaned again when Ben hit the back of her throat.

And again... and again. Making Ben growl underneath his breath. His hips unable to stay still, he really wanted to fuck her mouth, but knew he would hurt her if he did. So, a little to his disappointment he needed to hold back.

By the time he pulled out of her mouth the tears were streaming down her cheeks, her mascara ran out just a little under her eyes. “On your back. Hands above your head.” while she placed herself on the bed, she noticed him taking of the last pieces of clothing.

He hovered above her, “now tell me baby, who do you belong to?” He asked sweet yet demanding, while his fingers moved in between their bodies, spreading her wetness with his fingers. Her head snapped back, gasping for air. “Hm? Who owns this tight pussy?” He repeated his question.

“Y-you... Oh... Ben.” She felt the sharp sting of him pushing his dick all the way inside her. Her hands snapped to his shoulders, wanting to pull him closer. But before she could do so, Ben had his grip on her wrists above her. “I said hands above your head!” he commanded again.

Ben’s thrusts were hard, sharp, normally he waits for her to adjust, but today he was needy. She felt the grip on her arm tighten when she fucked her so hard it was on the brim between pleasure and pain. “B-Ben... Slow..” He interrupted her by kissing her, forcing his tongue in her mouth.

This movement made him slow down just a second, until he abrupt stopped. “What’s wrong doll, can’t take me anymore? Didn’t I fuck you enough lately?” His voice sounded sarcastic. “Need me to stop?” He asked while pulling out, making her whine at the sudden emptiness.

“No, no Ben. Please.” She pleaded. “Please what?” He smirked. “Please, please fuck me... Please don’t stop!” She begged him, her hips moving underneath him trying to find friction. Before he pushed back into her, he let go of her wrists but pressed his hand down on her throat.

Making her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Look at you, such a needy slut.” He pounded hard, holding his face next to hers “You’re not leaving me. You’re not going anywhere.” He breathed heavy. “All you’re going to do is fuck me. Whenever, wherever I want.”

Y/N felt his thrusts getting uneven, the rhythm of his hips slowed down. One last thrust, one last growl, and Ben came inside her. His hold on her neck loosed and for the first time she realised how strong it was.

Ben rolled of her, breathing heavy. He pulled her close to him, caressed her back. After a few unspoken seconds she opened her mouth, “I’ll be right back.” but the second she placed her feet on the floor trying to walk to the bathroom, she felt lightheaded. Ben noticed, jumping out of bed holding her.

“Hey, hey, calm down, get back in bed. I’ll get a washcloth. Take it easy sweetheart.” All of the sudden all of the dominants in his voice changed to worry. Ben walked out holding two wash cloths. “Here.” He said, placing a wet cold one on her neck. She looked confused until she realised it felt amazing against her soar skin.

“I keep forgetting you’re only human.” He said while taking care of her. “Is that an apology?” her voice sounded hoarse. She knew it was his way of saying he cared for her and that he was sorry. Or at least she hoped.

He crawled back in bed. “Just, be more careful next time, ok?” She whispered against his shoulder. Ben kept looking at the ceiling. “Or we could find another way.” Y/N didn’t understand him. He noticed her confused look.

“Vought suggested to turn you into a supe, and honestly, I wouldn't mind.” She opened her mouth, “Hell no!” She answered harsh. “Hold your horses sweetheart, I told them you wouldn’t want that.” - “Why would you even want me to be one. Compound V is poison, it kills people.”

“No, it doesn’t, that’s a gossip created by anti-believers.” - “Ben, I can’t believe this, a-are you serious?” -” Jesus Y/N, just...Stop lay down, relax.” - “No! No, I need to know Ben. Why would you want that? I’m a not good enough?”

“It would be nicer not to hold back every time I touch you, yes.” She heard the hint of annoyance in his voice. “You’re a fucking porcelain doll in my hands. Like walking on fucking eggshells around you. I constantly need to think of it in the back of my head, quiet the turn off when you’re fucking someone.”

Y/N held back every insult she wanted to throw at him. Instead, she turned her back to him and covered her sore body with the blankets. Feeling her eyes tear, not wanting him to see how deep those words hurt her. “Then why don't you find someone who is fucking perfect for you.” she whispered under her breath.

The next morning, to her surprise she noticed Ben still sleeping, laying on his stomach, hugging the pillow. Due to their fight last night, he didn’t have the time to tell her they finished shooting early being able to be home for a few days.

The doorbell rang Y/N put on a robe, before answering the door. Ben lifted his head, looking over his shoulder wondering who was here at this time. Y/N completely forgot the twins were here for breakfast and a day out.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” They yelled, hugging her, while holding balloons and a basket filled with croissants and sweets. “You remembered.” Y/N seemingly surprised. “To be honest I'm not prepared yet.” She felt her cheeks blushing.

“Don’t worry we’ll help you with the table.” The women fell immediately in their old habit of laughing and joking. Ben heard Y/N’s laugh in the other room, it gave him a warm feeling. But also, he felt a little guilty he didn’t got her anything for her birthday. He never even asked her when it was.

After a short while Ben walked out the bedroom, wearing a sweatpants and shirt. He looked at the women around the table before he poured himself a coffee with wiskey. “You want something to eat?” Y/N asked. “Hm, yeah.” he grumped.

She walked over to his grumpy ass in the kitchen. “Why didn’t you ever tell me your birthday?” He whispered a little irritated, she bends over to grab him a plate. “You never asked me.” She placed the plate next to him on the counter.

“Plus...” She wrapped her arms around his waist. “I had no idea you would be here today.” Ben didn’t hug her back, he noticed the light bruise on her neck. He just moved her robe slightly and kissed her sore neck before making sure it was covered again with robe.

He turned around, to fill the empty plate, leaving for the open kitchen again. Not in the mood to join the girls.

Y/N’s friends noticed the tension between them, “Everything ok?” - “Yeah, it’s nothing... Hey I’m going to get ready.” - “Where are you going?” They heard Ben from the kitchen while he crushed a few tablets on the counter. “We made plans to go shopping.” - “Have fun.” He said while snoring a line.

Ben hated the fact that she went out, leaving him alone, but deep down he knows he can’t tie her up wanting her to wait for him like a lap dog. He saw the books again. She wants to leave me, she will leave me. Was all he thought.

Y/N got home by 9pm a little tipsy, she saw Ben watching a tv show, his brows still frowning. “Honey I'm home.” She joked while dropping her purse on the table. Ben looked up at her, clearly not liking the state of her. “Took you long enough.”

“Sorry mom.” She started to giggle at her own response. “Are you drunk?” Y/N could hear Ben’s disapproval. His tone surprised her. “Yess-sir” Y/N placed her hands on her hips after saluting him. “Had no idea I had to justify my action to you. Especially when you’re the picture of class.”

Ben’s brows lifted. ”Come again?” -” You swear like a sailor, drink like a fish and take drugs like a, a, a fucking rockstar. Pretty embarrassing meeting my friends like that.”

Y/N didn’t stop there. “You have no manners, whatsoever. You think you’re a gentleman while you are NEVER gentle with me. Ever thought about the fact that I actual love you?” Ben, surprised by her confession, walked slowly towards her.

She continued her preach “...And that being loved, making love would be so much more satisfying mentally, maybe if you thought about anyone else except yourself for once, you would have noticed I'm rotting in this golden cage for you... YOU, BEN!”

She made her way to the bedroom, leaving Ben standing in the living room. “Oh, and next time when you hear it’s someone’s birthday, you wish them a fucking HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” She yelled before smashing the door close. Her words lingered in his head. She loves me...

Ben knew he felt different about her, different than any other person he’s ever been with, but he never thought of the idea this might be love. After a second that felt like an eternity, he opened the bedroom door only to hear the water running in the bathroom.

Y/N heard Ben moving around in the bedroom next door, her tears blended with the water streaming down her face. She couldn’t believe she said all that to him, hoping it wouldn’t backlash. Because no matter how much she wanted to leave this place, she wants him more.

She took all the courage she had to face him again. Ben was already sitting in bed, watching her walking over to her side, crawling under the covers. He still thought about the fact she, even though she was angry, admitted she loved him.

He wanted to tell her he felt the same, or at least say something. But he had no idea how to. “Goodnight.” was all she said giving him a soft peck on his cheek, before turning off her light.

Y/N felt Ben moving behind her sinking down in bed, to her surprise he wraps his arms around her. “Happy birthday sweetheart.” he whispered in her ear before giving her a small kiss on her shoulder. She turned around facing him, nose to nose under the covers. “Thank you.”

“And... I am...” Why was it so difficult to say he was sorry. “It’s ok. I know.” she said. Her hand moved to his cheek, feeling the light stubble growing under his skin. The air shifted, Y/N felt warmth rushing through her veins when Ben’s lips caressed hers.

Their kiss deepened but she noticed a difference in his touch. Softer, more loving. “Ben... I’m exhausted.” She sighs while breaking the kiss. “I know.” He pulled her close to him. “Try to get some sleep, doll.” His large hands caressed the back of her head. “Sweet dreams.” He mumbled against her head.

That night was the first time in a long time Y/N slept good, really good. Her face was hugged by Ben’s chin and chest. His steady heartbeat made her feel at ease, the circles Ben’s fingers drawn on her back felt soft and loving. Unfortunately, she got woken by the sound of the phone on the nightstand.

Y/N felt Ben’s body move right before he answered the phone, letting go of her. Ben answered with an irritated sleepy voice. “Hm? Yeah, ... now? Can’t this wait? Hm, ok.” - “Duty calls?” She asked when he turned back to her. “Yes.” She lifted herself a little so she could kiss his grumpy lips.

Ben held the doorknob in his hand, without looking to her, he asked: “I know there is a lot we still need to talk about, just... just promise me you wait with... making decisions until we had a decent conversation?” For the first time she saw a nervous Ben. he couldn’t even look at her.

“I’ll be here when you come back.” She reinsured him. Ben nodded before leaving for Vought.

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A few days had passed. A man had called her today, saying he was an assistant at Vought, clamming Ben wanted her to come to Vought. This was unusual request, but she was hoping he wanted to talk about all that had happened over the past few days.

Y/N was led into a small waiting room, sitting next to the security guard she met months ago. He greeted her at the door claiming to bring her to Ben. The blond receptionist kept giving her judgy looks. Y/N heard her phone ringing, she stopped typing only to answer it, when she hung up the phone, she told Y/N she could enter the room now. Still being followed by the big fella.

Once inside she noticed Ben wasn’t there, the uncertain feeling in her gut became fear. “Why am I summoned here? Who are you?” her voice almost broke trying hard not to let her fear out. “Ah, miss. Y/L/N/, good to finally meet you. Please sit.”

"You can call me the legend, Senior Vice President of Hero Management here at Vought. You may have heard of me.” - “I’m sorry can’t say I have.” She said while taking the chair opposite his.

“We asked you to come here to discuss an urgent matter. We are aware of your relationship with Soldier Boy. And he made it very clear he doesn’t want to break things off with you. And even though we are thrilled there is a woman out there who can, tame, our best soldier, we still want to make sure he knows his duty. “

“I don’t see the problem. As far as I know he has been up and ready every time you called.” - “Well miss Y/L/N you are not around when he is doing his job. On his last job, a documentary he left, leaving us with a lot of debt to a lot of people.”

“Because I quote: “He didn’t need this fucking job, and he sure as hell don’t need a team, he can spend his time with someone better.” That did sound like Ben. “Now we, at Vought, believe a crew would lighten the workload and encourage young supes. You know send a bright message to the world.” the man gave his sales pitch.

” Let me guess, you want me to convince him?” Y/N interrupted his story. “Well, actually miss Y/N, can I call you Y/N?” She nodded once. “We want you to be part of it, guide Ben in being a leader, show the young girls out there a woman can accomplish the same things a man can. After all you are quite the rebel back in the day I heard.”

Y/N frowned, “Oh Soldier boy couldn’t stop talking about the young girl turning her back to her family to run away with him. Almost a fairytale we want to tell.” Y/N’s suspicions grew bigger, shifting in her chair.

“But then again...” He stood up walking over to her. His hand moved away her hair. “ We don’t want the world to see that our beloved hero leaves bruises on pretty little girls.” His hand moved over the sore spot on her neck. Making Y/N push his hand away.

The bodyguard took a step forward, but the legend waved him away. “I don’t care about your popularity.” Y/N said. “But you do care about him, and he does care about his status. So here is the proposition, we give you the power, make you a superhero, and you get your life out in public with Ben.”

“No.” Y/N could see the old man’s brows frown. “Sorry?” - “Are you deaf, I said no.” Y/N got up, but the large man blocked her. “I really wanted to do things different sweetheart.” She heard the older man say before she felt a pinch in her neck.

The next thing Y/N knew she woke up under rubble, her throat was dry from the dust around her. She would have sworn she heard Ben’s voice. She tried to call for him but was unable to get a sound out of her. A beam of light shined on her face. “WE GOT ONE.” She heard a man yell.

Bricks and other rubble got lifted of her, piece by piece. Her legs still trapped under a metal beam. “We need assistance here, she is trapped.” The man called out. Y/N vision was troubled. “Y/N? Oh god Y/N!” This time she was sure, she heard Ben’s voice.

Ben lifted the beam of her legs before he kneeled down next to her. “I got you sweetheart, hang on.” He carried her in his arms, her weak body close against his. “MOVE!” she heard him shout at the people in front of him. He brought her over to the ambulance. “Soldier boy, there are still other people trapped in the store.”

He looked at the police officer in charge, “looks like there is enough help from the fire department and the police. I’m going to the hospital with her.” he closed the door of the ambulance with Y/N in it. The entire ride he held her hand, worried, trying to understand why she was in the travel agency again. She did promise him not to make decisions before they could talk.

Once in the hospital it became clear Y/N needed blood and quickly and even then, it wasn’t sure she would make it. Ben was angry and upset. He yelled at the doctors they needed to do more when he felt the legends hand on his shoulder. “There might be a way to help her heal up faster.” - “No, no she won’t...” he thought for a second. “She would never agree to turn her into a supe.”

“Who said anything on turning her my boy. She needs blood, give her yours.” Ben looked at the doctor. “Could that work?” - “It might. We never tested it.” Ben looked through the window at Y/N laying in the hospital bed with a weak heartbeat on the monitor. I can’t lose her. He thought. “Ok”

Little did he know, Vought had run tests with Ben’s blood. Turned out that injecting someone with enough blood would change them. Ben had enough compound V in his system that his blood made it possible to create or change the cells inside another person. Only if their body was shutting down, his blood would react like a surviving mechanism.

Y/N woke up from a discussion in the hall, without opening her eyes she knew it was Ben. “You told me she is healthy, then why the fuck isn’t she wake yet!?” Slowly she opened her eyes, getting used to the light in the room. The fog before her eyes cleared, but soon she felt the pounding headache making her growl under her breath.

She looked around the room noticing Ben was talking to the doctor in the hall, she saw that the door was closed. Weird I thought he was standing next to me. Y/N thought. “Ben?” she softly spoke. She saw him turning his head looking at her through the window before storming inside. “Hey doll. How are you feeling?”

Y/N thought about that for a second.” Part from the headache, fine. What happened?” - “A terrorist blew up midtown, you were.... shopping. I found you amongst the victims.” Y/N couldn’t recall this happening, couldn’t even remember she went shopping in the first place.

“How many...” Her voice broke. “Everyone made it. You lost a lot of blood, we had to eh, give you a blood transfusion.” She saw the terror in Ben’s eyes. “What’s wrong?” - “You almost didn’t make it. And eh, we decided to try something... new. We, eh, gave you, my blood.”

“What?” - “We gave you, my blood.” he repeated. Y/N blinked her eyes a few times, trying to understand. The doctor walked in checking her vitals one last time. “So, what side effects does that give?” Both men looked at each other. “I presume there will be side effects.”

“We don’t know yet, but there is a possibility you will have his powers or maybe even copy some of his personality traits, just for a while until your blood fought off his cells.” The doc said. “Is that why I have a headache?” - “That’s my best guess. You may leave the hospital now, but I would like to see you for a check-up later this week.”

The entire ride home Y/N didn’t say a word, the thought of having his blood, compound V, rush through her veins made her stomach turn. But she also knew he did it to safe her. Once inside their safe space in the apartment she turned towards Ben, wrapped her arms around his ribs and just hugged him. He answered by rubbing his hand on her back.

“Y/N?” - “Hm?” - “Why were you at the travel agency?” - “I don’t know, I don’t even remember going shopping.” she looked at him. Y/N saw the fear in his eyes. “I just... thought, we would talk when I got back.” He pulled her arms off him. “But it seems you already made your decision without me.” She shook her head, “No.”

“How can you say that when you don’t even remember a thing.” His voice turned cold. “Because I remember our fight, how miserable I felt, thinking I want to be with you, Ben.” She could see he wasn’t convinced yet. “Ben, let’s talk now. Let’s fix this, this tension between us.” - “There wouldn’t be tension if you just knew your place!”

“My place? Where the fuck would that be!” She matched his tone. “You know what, fuck this, no! Fuck you. Since the first day we met you claimed me like some fucking price. I’m no fucking object you can buy. I’m not a toy you can play with when you’re bored! I’m done. I’m so, SO DONE!” Y/N smashed her fist against the kitchen counter breaking the marble countertop.

Ben grabbed her hand to check if she was fine. “Let go of me.” she pulled her hand out of his grip. “I’m still mad at you.” He looked him dead in the eye before she walked to the bedroom packing a bag. “What are you doing?” He stood in the door. “Maybe you need a little time alone. I know I do.”

“Time alone?” - “Yeah, alone, like not being used to me waiting around for you, not being able to visit your puppet, you know the one you think about only when your fucking boner talks to you.” Y/N was ruthless, the things she said to him, she never even dared to say out loud afraid he would walk out on her. But now she felt strong enough to walk out on him.

“I just saved your life.” - “You changed me into the last thing I wanted in this life.” - “We had no idea. This will all end sooner or later.” - “What if it doesn’t? I can’t even look at you anymore Ben. So fucking selfish.”

Ben grabbed her arm. “If you leave know, you don’t need to come back.” He said in despair, his body screamed anger, his eyes trying to show dominance but glanced at hers in fear. Y/N nodded slow, letting his words sink in. “Good luck finding another fuck toy.”

Years passed; Y/N travelled the world like she wanted to. But never really being able to forget about Ben. She sends him a post card from every land she visited, not even knowing if he would receive them, or even still had the condo. But she needed to tell him about her days.

Once she heard the news that Soldier boy and Crimson Countess started dating, she stopped sending cards. She hated herself for not getting home earlier, she always planned on getting home, talk to him, convinced him she still loved him. But she was afraid, afraid he would turn his back to her.

Y/N needed the travel not just for the memories, but for her mental health. During her time alone she noticed more and more powers compatible with Ben’s. She had a hard time trying to figure out how to live with it, how to accept it. She used the time to find a cure, but never found one. So when she had to deal with the fact, she would be forever a superhero, she hated herself.

Now many years later, Butcher had found her, via intel coming from the legend himself. “You want to win him over by bringing him the head of Countess on a silver plate? Boy you need much more than that.” He shook his head. “I suggest you find the reason he made his relationship with the young redhead public. Y/N.”

The entire It couple gimmick began when Ben had the brilliant idea of making Y/N jealous. He had no idea where she was so reaching her was difficult, by the time he got her cards she was probably halfway around the world again. So, he agreed, after a few years, to leading a superhero team. Making Crimson countess his girl.

When Y/N broke all contact, he started to appreciate crimson more and more. Desperately trying to forget Y/N.

“Can I help you?” Y/N said to the men waiting at her door, in her New York apartment. “Maybe luv, we are looking for miss Y/N Y/L/N.” - “You found her.” she answered very calm, leading them inside. Hughie was surprised, thinking they were searching for a woman in her 80s. Not a young girl looking not even a day older as him.

Butcher explained her how they found Ben. How he was the one to blow up mid-town. Y/N sat at the table looking over to Hughie, French and MM while Butcher kept giving his pitch. “So, you are telling me not only that Ben is still alive, but that he has a new superpower, radiation or something?”

“Precisely luv.” She British fella grinned while leaning back in his chair. Y/N nodded slow. “And you want me to ‘control’ Ben, for... you?” - “Well to ease him. Making sure he won’t blow up again.” Hughie corrected trying to flash her a smile but to nervous.

“Get the fuck out of my apartment.” She said looking Butcher straight in the eye. Who clearly didn’t expect her answer. “Out, before I kick you out.” She got up and opened the door for the men. ”Oh and a word of advice. No one, and I mean no one, can guide Ben. He does what he wants, when he wants and well, how he wants. So, good luck.” Y/N said before closing the door in their faces.

But Butcher had made her curious, a part of her wanted to see Ben again, she always had known, the story of him being dead was fake. She felt he was still alive, was it her undying love for him or the fact that his cells made her to who she is now a days. But she knew one day he would be back from the dead.

So, Y/N decided to follow the men, seeing where Ben stayed. No intentions to meet him, but when she saw him, her heart stopped. She sat in her car watching Ben opening the small motel door, wearing a baseball shirt and sweatpants. But his physique was nearly untouched, she saw he was slightly skinnier, what to expect after 40 years of torture and sleep in Russia.

Before she knew it, she stood in front of the door, letting out a deep sigh. “Please don’t be angry.” she whispered under her breath.

Ben held his hand up, making Butcher and Hughie shut up. “Did you...” he broke off the sentence he wanted to say walking towards the door.

Right when Y/N wanted to knock on the door, it opened. Her eyes locked with his in an instant. “Hi.” she said breathing heavy. For a second that felt like a lifetime she stared at his beautiful eyes, roamed his face, noticing those freckles she loved. Feeling the desire to kiss his full lips. Needing to taste them once more.

Ben kept looking at her like he saw a ghost. When he didn’t move aside or say anything, she started to regret coming here. “T-this was a mistake, I’m sorry to bother you.” But those words seemed to wake him up. Right when she wanted to turn away, he grabbed her tight, pulling her in his arms.

She felt his chin and nose on her head, while one of his hands rested on her back the other one caressed her hair. “I thought I would never see you again.” He blurred out. “I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore.” He slightly loosened his grip on her, only to look at her again.

“You cut your hair.” He noticed the once luscious locks were trimmed to a long bob, making her hair wavy now. “Well, you grew a beard.” Her hand instinctively moved to his chin. Accidently moving her thumb against his lips.

That small touch started the fire withing them. Ben immediately held the back of her neck, pulling her up to kiss her. Passioned but controlled, when they let go of each other, their eyes where once again locked. Butcher and Hughie left the room. “We shall give you two time to talk.” The Brit said when walking passed them.

“Fuck I missed you, Doll.” She could hear the heat in his voice. “How much?” she flirter, Ben’s lips curled in a smirk. “I’ll show you.” he whispered before finding her lips again. All their sorrow, doubts and fears flew out the window.

Ben placed her down on the bed underneath him. His hands moved over her body, already stripped her from her clothing. His large hands cupped her breast, kneading softly before pulled her bra straps down.

His lips sucked at her already harden nipples. Making her moan his name in a prayer. “You haven’t aged a day. Still so fucking beautiful.” He breathed out when his hand moves in between them, finding her wet core. His fingers glided through her fold, coating before slipping two fingers inside her.

“Hm.. Still so tight.” He moaned in her ear while her back arched. When Ben wanted to move down she pulled him back up by the back of his head. “Ben... I don’t want to wait.” - “Tell me what you want doll.”

She pulled his shirt over his head before using her strength to turn them around. Pulling his pants down to his knees and straddled him. “I need you...” she pumped his hard, thick cock with her small hands. “Inside me, now.”

“Are you sure?” His cocky grin appeared. “Fuck... yes.” she answered while she sank down on his cock. Letting her head fall back. Ben’s hands moved up over her breasts and neck. Her body instinctively started to grind against his.

The moans and praised sounded out of porn movie. But for them this felt like heaven. Ben lifted himself, kneaded her ass cheeks while guiding her. While her hands found their way to the back of his head and shoulders. Feeling his slightly longer hair through her fingers. Tugging while her lips concurred his.

Ben felt her tightening around his shaft, knowing she was close, he turned her on her back. Hovering over her while his hips found a little faster but, oh so good pace. He knew from that moment he wouldn’t be able to hold back when she came, and he didn’t care, he needed to hear her moan his name in ecstasy.

“Oh Ben...” She moaned while her back arched, her legs tightened around his hip. “Let go sweetheart, I got you.” Where the last words she heard before blanking into a breath taking, leg shaking orgasm. She was so out of this world, that by the time she came down, she noticed Ben had his at the same time as her.

Ben laid down next to her. She looked at him, “what?” he asked out of breath. “You were, softer than I remember.” She noticed. ”Well...” his hand moved over his face to his hair. “A very special girl once told me to be more... gentle. Something about making love would be so much more satisfying.”

Y/N bit her lip. “And I promised myself, if she ever gave me a change, I would show her how a man makes love to his woman.” he added. Y/N felt tears of joy in eyes. His woman... She crawled back on top of him, kissing him once more.

“Thank you.” She smiled.

She noticed a question lingering on his lips. “What’s wrong?” His eyes found hers again. “Stay here, at least tonight.” Ben said, realising his words weren’t a question. So, he added “Please?” after a second.

Y/N’s lips curled into a smile once more. “Why should I?” she teased, knowing it would drive him crazy. Expecting him to say something along the line of “I’ll make it worth your while, or I'm not done fucking you.”

But no, he thought about it for a second and said:

“Because I love you.”

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#fanfic #fluff #smut #the boys #the boys amazon #soldier boy #x reader #hughie campbell #the boys hughie #billy butcher #jensen fucking ackles #jensen ackles #jensenedit #x y/n

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The Match-maker - Part 3 of Callum Turner x Reader // FLUFF

AN: First of all, I apologise part 3 has taken longer than expected. I think I'll stop promising to publish at a certain date when I can't meet expectations. Anyway, this is part 3 which is still kinda fluffy but we're going towards SMUT (which will be part 4 so you will have to wait a bit more for this, sorryyyy). Hope you like it xx

“Would you like to see the pictures I took back to my place?”, Y/N questioned, feeling like the end of the night could well go somewhere unplanned but nice.

“I’d love that”

The night was well advanced and the Park was oddly quiet, perturbed only by the sound of rare sirens afar and some perched daring crows. The conversation went on about upcoming projects, recently watched Netflix shows and family dramas.

Though they had met just a few hours prior, the conversation flowed so smoothly. It was as though Callum, an English 30-ish actor had been through all the throes an American photographer had known. It felt good not only to be heard but to be understood as well, Y/N thought.

Callum could not help but think back on what in his life had led to this. What if he had never flown to New York and had decided to stay in Chelsea instead? What if he had never met Austin, and therefore had never met Y/N? Just to imagine never grazing Central Park in such pleasant company caused him to overthink all the many terrible ways this could end.

He had been heartbroken so many times, getting attached too soon and too quickly or to the wrong person. Over and over again. But he could sense that Y/N was different. Was it because she too had open wounds? Or was it that she was as detail-oriented as he was recounting all the love stories gone bad?

He did not wish to repeat the same mistakes that had led to him being hurt but he knew it was inevitable. He was going to fall for her. It was something about her bonhomie and vision of life that was so goddamn irresistible.

“There, that’s where I’m living for a couple more days”, Y/N announced as they got to a stop in front of a door made of brick. Queens is not the first neighbourhood of the Big Apple you’re thinking of when you think of all the glam and romantic appeal the city has to offer but here it was.

Though she had taken the subway already earlier in the evening to set her gear before attending the party, Y/N was still amazed at the non-stop functioning engine. She liked to imagine everyone’s life, now she had the occasion to imagine hers either choice she was about to make: to trust or not to trust that smiling actor who seemed unable to hurt a fly.

“Let me show you the camera obscura I set up in here”, Y/N declared with pride tinting her voice as she hinted that Callum could enter. At that moment, it felt the most natural thing to do, as though Callum was a familiar, as though Y/N had invited him over multiple times.

In the small room she had tidied neat to exhibit her photographs of the city and those she was about to develop from the Gala, the two stood next to one another, feeling comfortable with each other’s presence. Because it was required by the device she had carried with her from one coast to the other, Y/N had placed some towel she had found in the bathroom and had arranged it over the lightbulb. The whole installation made the light flip crimson anytime she was turning on the switch.

With this new shade of red covering his face, Callum could be admired the way he was created to be. He was a handsome man with this charm of a man who has no idea how ridiculously daunting and comely he was. It seemed as though his smile was wider than it had been through the evening. Y/N could not let go of the chance she had to kiss him just a little more, crossing her fingers that he would not disappear and that all of this was not just a fever dream.

Though it was close to 2 am, though the two of them had not closed their eyes to rest for the past 19 hours or something like that, there was no way their lack of sleep was getting in the way of the chemistry they shared at that moment.

Y/N was still in her black dress that Callum had made swirl just a couple hours prior with his dance moves. She was even more beautiful now that no one was around and that she had no performative socialisation to make. It was as though she was hers only, her precious treasure chest after a long journey to a remote island.

“So, can I help you with tonight’s pictures?” Callum offered with a heavenly grin on his face, just seconds after parting from her embrace and kisses.

And like that, Y/N was talking about the invention of the camera obscura and teaching him about the techniques to develop pictures from a film camera. Callum, being an actor, was a pro in front of the cameras but had no clue as to how they worked and was more than happy his teacher was both nerdy when it came to the subject and drop dead beautiful.

After having taught the basis, Y/N trusted Callum to develop pictures on his own. Seeing him being enthusiastic and caring with the films made him even more irresistible.

“I think this one has to be my favourite photograph so far”, Callum stated after letting a bunch of pictures taking a bath and allowing them to dry out. The photograph in question was a selfie of Y/N had taken right before the Gala started as a souvenir of this ethereal occasion. The only photograph from the selection that had her face on it.

“Now, since you’ve been an excellent photographer, will you allow me to take some pictures of you?” Y/N asked, brushing off the compliment.

Callum sat on the leather couch that seemed straight out from an Ikea catalogue and posed for Y/N. He could feel her eyes going from the camera to him and back to the camera, making sure she had the right angle to capture his beauty as a whole. It was a losing battle as Callum could not be as handsome as the version she had in front of her. She thought that if he was to vanish when the day would come, she would at least have the pictures to rely on.

As Callum was somehow obliged to look at the camera - and the person holding it -, the tension got to him. She was way too gorgeous not to be the one posing. As she fixed her zoom lens, he approached her and gave her another round of kisses. This time around, Y/N and Callum could feel there were more than kisses to get from this and touches on the thighs and torso succeeded.

“Is that okay if I’m touching you like that?” Callum asked Y/N as she grew desperate for the touch.

“Yes, it’s more than okay. It’s just perfect”

The two of them carried on, competing as to who would be the most passionate. Callum brought Y/N’s mouth closer to his and after a few more kisses placed on her lips, got to her neck. Still on the sofa, Callum lay his weight on Y/N as he found new spots to soak with his affection.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #fanfic #austin butler as side character #met gala 2022 #fluff #theseus scamander

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I’ll die with you (part 3)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Your rest was short, another attack soon occurs, deadlier than the first one. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 Warnings: blood, death of character, angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

“I swear I’m gonna need to bleach my eyes” you heard Sam say when you went downstairs with Tara, half an hour later

“Come on, we were fully clothed, you didn’t see anything” Tara rolled her eyes and sit at the table

“That’s not the point! Since when are you even doing that? You’re too young to-”

"I mean they're adults so..." Gale started

"Would you mind stop talking about our sex life?" you groaned, cheeks still red

"What do you want us to talk about?"

"I don't know, the weather, whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza..."

"Well that's an easy question" Sam declared, taking a slice of pizza and giving one to everyone

"I suppose we all agree they don't" you girlfriend said

"We do, indeed" Gale confirmed while you nodded

"Uh, no we don't"

A debate started, Sam against the three of you. It almost looked like a normal family dinner, a normal night. You nearly forgot you were the next target of a psycho killer. Until you all jumped when your phone rang.

Probably: Damian Walker.

You never realized you never gave him your phone number. Mindy or Chad probably did.

"It's okay, it's Damian"

"Y/n-" Tara tried to interrupt

But you already took your phone and walked away from the table, picking up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, how are you feeling tonight?"

"Tired and embarrassed, but other than that, pretty good"

"What...?"

"It's a long story" you sighed "Why do you call?"

"Oh, I wanted to know if you were having fun..." the slight sound of an electronic device could be heard "while I was gutting your friends like fishes."

All color vanished from your face.

"W-what...?"

Tara stood up hearing your shaking voice, worried. Whoever called you, they hang up without answering.

"Hello?! Please don't hurt them!" you cried

"Baby wha-"

"He's gonna kill Mindy and Chad we have to go!"

“No no no. We go, you stay here”

“And get attacked again? No thank you” you protested, dialing 911

When you arrived at Mindy and Chad’s not even five minutes later, the door was slightly opened. You could hear fight noises coming from inside. There was still a chance to save them.

You opened the door and rushed inside, baseball bat in hand. The first thing you saw was Ghostface, standing over the twins.

He slowly turned his head to look at you and did his signature blade-cleaning, before running away.

You were tempted to chase after him, but your friends mattered more. When you came closer to them, your heart dropped. There was blood everywhere.

Chad’s shirt was torn apart due to multiple stab. Mindy had her back against a wall, blood coming from her stomach.

Your own wounds burned at the sight, tears coming to your eyes. You couldn’t move, paralyzed.

“Shit…” you heard Sam say next to Chad

You had no idea how much time passed, but at one point Mindy coughed, causing your head to jolt in her direction. She was regaining consciousness!

Be fire you could realize it you were kneeling next to her, applying pressure on her wound.

“You’re gonna be okay, we called an ambulance, they should-”

Suddenly Damian brushed into the room.

“Oh my god-”

“Where the fuck were you?”

“I- I went to the bathroom a-and someone knocked me out… I- I just woke up”

You looked him up and down. Blood was running down his face from his forehead. But he could have done it himself.

“Stay the fuck back” Mindy said when he tried to come closer

"N-no I- I'm not... It's not me I swear... Y/n y-you believe me right...?"

You really wanted to. But last time he didn't have an alibi, and now...

"I'm sorry..."

You could see how broken he was hearing your words. Maybe he wasn't the killer after all. Or he was a good actor, which wasn't to exclude.

You were waiting in the waiting room, Tara sitting on your lap and caressing your hair gently in an attempt to reassure you. You were starting to believe her when the doctors came.

You all got up immediately, heart beating faster than ever.

"Mrs Meeks should be okay, but she needs rest"

"And Chad?" Sam asked

"I'm... sorry. We did our best but... we couldn't save him..."

You had to sit back down, in shock. You never thought that would happen again. You thought losing friends was over. You should've known it would end up this way, with Ghostface's return.

Maybe you were just in denial. Believing if you convinced yourself it wouldn't happen everything would be fine. But nothing was fine.

The 2022 massacre left a indelible mark on you. The current events only reopened the scar you thought had healed.

Maybe if you had stick all together he would still be alive. If you had been all together Ghostface wouldn't have tried anything. If you had left this stupid town when you could...

Maybe it was all your fault after all.

You were the first target, but you survived. No first targets survived before Tara. And you weren't even sure they wanted her dead at that moment.

Maybe the killer wanted to make you suffer before killing you. Maybe it was all part of their plan to let you live. Maybe they were about to destroy everything you had. Maybe-

You felt hands on your face and looked down to see Tara, concern written on her face. She brushed your cheeks with her thumbs softly. It was only then that you realized that you were crying.

That was the moment Lexi chose to arrive, breathing heavily and sweating. She must have run here.

"I- I'm sorry I had piano lesson- I just- I just saw your texts-" she took a deep breath "Mindy- is she going to be okay? And- and Chad?"

You didn't have the strength to tell her. Not now, it was still to fresh. Instead you broke down in your girlfriend's arms. You could swear she was crying too.

A loud noise made you tilt your head up. Lexi had pinned Damian to the wall, gripping him by the collar of his shirt.

"What did you do to them? You were here to why didn't you help?"

"I- I got knocked out...! I already told them...!" he made a circle toward you with his arm "L- Lexi I swear I didn't- I can't breath can you-"

"I don't fucking believe you. That's easy pretending you passed out."

Her grip only grew tighter. Damian's face started to become red. He was struggling against the blonde.

Sam had to force them appart, holding a furious Lexi away from the poor boy trying to catch his breath.

After everyone had calmed down, the police arrived and questioned the group. They didn't seem to believe Damian's alibi either.

"Maybe we should take him into custody for a little while? Just to make sure he's not, you know, the killer?" a deputy asked the sheriff

"We can't do that without evidences, that would be abusing of our power as representants of the law-"

"Do it" all head turned to the boy "T- take me into custody, you'll see it's not me. If it's the only way I can prove my innocence... I'll do it"

"You sure about that son?"

"Y-yeah"

"Okay then... come with me" the deputy said after the sheriff nodded

"The hospital is secure, we have police officers at each floor, you should be safe here. Don't go out, don't stay alone until morning. Understood?"

You weren't totally sure you could believe him. You remembered well how it ended last time. Ghostface always managed to pass past the security, why would that change now?

When the police left, you were allowed to see Mindy. She was devastated. Fortunately, her girlfriend was here for her.

Yours was holding your hand tight, fingers intertwined with yours. She knew it could've been you as much as you knew it could've been her. At the moment, you were so glad she was safe.

But it was just temporary. It always was.

Ghostface knew when to hit you. Not too soon after the previous attack, not too long after. Just as you started to think it would get better -or at least not worse. Just when hope started coming back.

The moment it hurt the most.

"Can you guys stay here for the rest of the night...?"

"Of course, we're not leaving you alone after that..."

Everyone started to move things around to get confortable for the night. You and Tara sat on the floor, on a blanket, in a corner.

You could hear soft snores, your little group falling asleep one after another. You didn't know how they could sleep in that situation. You couldn't.

Every time you closed your eyes, Ghostface appeared before you, ready to kill all your friends one by one.

You watched as Tara was sleeping on your shoulder. She seemed peaceful. You played with her hair, trying you imagine you were in your room, and it was a normal night.

you didn't realize she was awake, caught into your daydream, until she spoke.

"Are you okay...?" she whispered

You jumped a little.

"I... don't know... you?"

"Same... I just- I just hoped it wouldn't happen again... It's stupid but- I thought it would be different..."

"It's not stupid... I would rather say unrealistic... but- that's horrible but... I'm glad it wasn't you... I don't know what I would do if- if you-"

The words got stuck in your throat, tears blurring your vision again. The simple thought of losing her was unbearable.

"Hey..." she whipped your tears off of your face gently "It's not going to happen okay? I'm not dying, not now. I swear"

She kissed you tenderly, trying to whip your worries away, hand still holding yours. You kissed her back, like it was the last time.

Because it might be. We never know.

"Try to rest a little okay...?"

You nodded, resting your head on hers once she got back in her previous position against you.

You tried not to think about what just happened, or how it could get worse. You tried to empty your mind, only leaving one thought there: Tara.

But it was always when you thought the situation wouldn't get worse that it does.

You should have known the worst was yet to come.

And it would come fast.

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soleilceirinen · 9 months

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Renaissance | teacher!Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader - Part 1

Summary: you are an Art History student in your last year at university. Cillian is your teacher. Note: in this story Cillian is about 20 years older than the reader. Everything happens in an alternative universe where he is not an actor or famous, he doesn't have a wife or kids like in real life. Also, English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistake! Cillian Murphy Masterlist - Part 2

You walked through the crowded hallways of your university at a fast pace. The building was old and the stone walls always made you feel like you belonged to a different century. It was quite sad to think that it was going to be your last year.

By the time you got to the classroom, it was filled with other students who were already chatting and talking about the summer holidays. The only empty spots were in the first and second rows since nobody wanted to be too close to the teacher. Sighing, you walked to one of the seats on the second row, the one next to the window. The teacher wasn't there yet so you let yourself get lost looking at a pigeon.

You were so distracted that you didn't even notice when the rest of the students took a seat and started to calm down until you heard a deep voice. It made you look forward to the teacher's desk, where a man was leaning. His forearms were visible under the rolled up sleeves of his shirt.

He was very pale, even more than you and his hair was quite long, with a few gray strands. He might be in his middle fourties but you weren't sure, guessing other people's age had never been one of your strengths. He remained leaning on the desk while looking around the classroom.

“My name is Mr. Murphy and I will be your Renaissance Art teacher this year” his gaze jumped from one student to the next but he seemed to glance at you for longer. He cleared his throat before continuing. “As you might be aware, for most of you this is your last year so you would have to do a research project. My research line is the Renaissance, it’s art but also other aspects related to the period so if some of you are interested, I can tutor a maximum of four students”.

He continued with the lecture, causing some people to complain in low voice that other teachers don’t start with the lectures on the first day. You could only listen to his voice and try to take a few notes. He had the kind of voice that one could hear for hours and never get bored of it, even if he were talking about things that happened centuries ago.

Thirty minutes later, he stopped talking. Mr. Murphy pointed a finger at a couple of girls sitting at the back of the class.

“If you are not interested there is a coffee shop on this street.” The girls were slightly startled but after a few minutes they were chatting quietly again. “Very well, both of you. Out. Now.”

“We are not even talking loud” said one of them, receiving a slap in the arm from her friend.

“I assume that all of you are adults that are here on your own will, so whoever is not interested can leave, no problem, but please stop interrupting the lecture.”

Both girls picked up their things and left under Mr. Murphy’s cold stare. He looked down at his notes, as if trying to see where he had to resume his speech. After clearing his throat, he carried on with the lecture.

Nobody dared interrupt him again, and an hour later everyone collected their things and left in small groups. You took your time, always keeping an eye on Mr. Murphy to make sure that he remained seated at his desk. You approached him, stopping a few steps away.

“Good day, Mr. Murphy.” you said, noticing that he wouldn’t have heard your voice if you weren’t so close. Then he looked at you with the bluest eyes that you had ever seen in your short life. He removed his glasses and massaged the bridge of his nose before turning to you again with a small smile.

“Yes? Do you need something?”

From that distance you could see all the little freckles distributed all over his face and the unreal cheekbones. A thought came across your mind, he reminded you of some mythological god painted by the great masters.

“I’d like you to tutor me on the final project.”

He nodded. “Have you thought of something in particular or do you prefer me to give you a topic?”

“Well, I’m interested in the role of women in the art world during the Renaissance, perhaps as art patrons or collectors.” You said, playing with a loose thread from your sleeve. He smiled again, this time little creases formed at the corner of his eyes. It caused you to blush.

“Sounds good,” he said “the feminist approach will be very well received by the court that evaluates the research projects.”

“Oh, okay then. Thank you Mr. Murphy.” You rushed out of the class as you felt your face getting more red and warmer. You were at the door when he said your name out loud. Turning around slowly you faced him again. “Yes, Mr. Murphy?”

He was holding several pieces of paper with what you could tell was the list of names of the students taking part of the module, along with a horrible picture of each one. You cursed internally reminding the day your picture was taken on your first day at university.

“Don’t forget to apply on the virtual classroom, and there’s no need to call me Mr. Murphy. If we’re going to be working together on that research project this whole year, you better call me Cillian.”

You could just nod. That night in your room you connected to the virtual classroom to enroll in the research line. A few minutes later, a new message appeared in your university email inbox. You clicked on it, your heart was pounding when you read the name of the person sending it.

Dear y/n,

I’ve received your application. It won’t be formalized for a week or two at the most but we could start working on it sooner if you are available.

My tutoring hours are Tuesdays at 11 a.m. and Thursdays at 18 p.m.

Let me know which one suits you better.

Regards, C.

#fanfic #cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #teacher x student #alternate universe #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x reader

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siryouarebeingmocked · 4 months

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Someone recently claimed that the new Davies era of doctor who has no more wokism* than the show used to.

Now, maybe I've just changed in the past few decades, but from what I've heard of the 60th anniversary specials it does seem a tad more concentrated. Cherry-picking SPOILERS, sweeties.

- Donna got married offscreen. To what I can only assume is the last black cab driver in London.

- Her kid is trans. Specifically, non-binary, female presenting, says the wiki.** - In the next episode, we learn the Doctor is gay/bi when he thinks Sir Isaac Newton is hot. I'd smugly say this bit has no real relevance, but...the actual scene does carry the episode theme of accidentally changing reality. It's just the queer bit that seems tacked on. Though it does carry forward themes from 10s era. - Sir Zack himself is played by a half-Indian actor. It's not exactly hard to tell. I'm assuming they're running on Bridgerton logic. https://twitter.com/frozenaesthetic/status/1731332492282429950 - This episode is basically just Donna and the Doc exploring a weird location, and running into monsters, who happen to look like them. It would be a bottle episode, except for the large vfx budget. And yet ol' Rusty somehow managed to awkwardly wedge in an progressive issue. - In the next episode, the villain explains how he's just exploiting the divisions that already exist in human society, including cancel culture. - no wait he's got a point. Jpg - This is ironic, given that Davies and/or his broadcasting house masters are pretty blatantly on the team that a) coined the word, b) cancels people the most often, and c) defends the idea of Internet lynch mobs*** (***as long as they're left wing. If not, they're *ist "trolls", even if they're just complaining about the latest sacred cow.) Maybe the Davies was criticizing his own team. * Because the Toymaker was kind of racist back in the day (white dude dressed like a stereotypical Chinese dude), Davies made the new version a bit racist "as a callback to his original, problematic depiction back in 1966." - TVtropes, ref. DW Unleashed. On the other hand, the Toymaker also mocks and dresses as several other cultural archetypes. All the ones I've seen were white European ones. He just does this to everyone, apparently. - Toymaker also weaponizes the Spice Girls hit "Spice Up Your Life". No, I will not explain. Though I will note that a line about the "Yellow man in Timbuktu" was apparently drowned out in the episode. Probably for being a tad spicy. - One new UNIT character is a lady in a wheelchair. When the new Tardis - no, I will not explain - has a wheelchair ramp, she happily points it out. Which makes me wonder why the blue box would be so limited, considering it often deals with alien species. - Also, the same actress played a disabled Companion in the Big Finish audio dramas. I'm not sure why it was considered essential to do so in an entirely audio format, but there have been controversies over this sort of thing before (EG Artie on Glee, various racial voice acting controversies). - At this point, casting Ncuti Gatwa as 15 doesn't even register. Not really a blip on my radar. Black Doc? Whatevs. His sonic screwdriver has Rwandan words on it? So? I go to church with lots of Africans. Heck, I'm a black immigrant to ol' Blighty myself, just from the other side of the pond. Ncuti is, chronologically speaking, more British than I am. - Though given that he's Rwandan-Scottish, there may be some debate on the "British" part. - Wikipedia says the actor is pretty left-wing, but the actor seems good so far, so I'm willing to give him a sha-

Oh, come ON!

Maybe the original person speaking was comparing it to the Chibnall “history has always been a whitewash” era, which had a character who was a paper thin Trump satire. A tad ironic, when the whole point of bringing Davies, Tennant, and Tate back is to play on nostalgia.

*Tangent: that word was apparently voted the most annoying words in English. Which is kind of hilarious if you know that it was originally created to self-describe certain progressives. And the "you can't even define that word!" meme was almost certainly ripped off from the right wing "what is a woman?" Meme. ** This is apparently because she's part Time Lord, through Donna. It seems a tad interesting to me that a few works featuring non binary characters happen to make them enby due to some sort of supernatural (Omniscient Reader) or sci-fi (SW Squadrons) influence which the vast majority of IRL enbies don't have. ...As far as I know.

#doctor who

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Daughter of the Shadows ch.2

Word Count: ~1.4k Warnings: mild violence (stabbing, mentions of gunshots, physical fighting), blood, alcohol, gambling,mention of human tr*****, implied SA,not proofread, let me know if I forgot something.

Author's Note: Second chapter to my Grishaverse fanfic. A reminder this is insipred by my SoC DR so it’ll follow both the books and the show plotlines, there will be changes to the canon characters and their storylines, it’s also a Kaz Brekker x OC. | English isn’t my first language so please bear with me and tell me if there’s something wrong. I hope you like it.

all rights to leigh bardugo, i only owny liith and her backstory (other ocs will be introduced later)

Read part 1 here - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6

CHAPTER 2

LILITH

Inej's silent footsteps brought her back to reality, the rooftops of the city stretched out beneath their feet, their legs dangled over the apex of the roof, their eyes studied the streets and the movements beneath them, "You know he won't take you with him if that cut doesn't heal. " The Suli said without shifting her gaze from the streets, "It's lucky it's already healed then." the brown haired one replied, pulling her sleeve over her palm, Inej's gaze stopped on the younger girl beside her, a mixture of concern and pride expressed in the brown irises, "Be careful." she said before disappearing behind Lilith.

The rhythmic clatter of his cane echoed on the roof tiles, a rhythm now known, familiar, "I have a job for you." Exclaimed the boy's impassive, hoarse voice, "What business?" "A banquet will be held for the Council Members, you will infiltrate with the actors of the Komedie Brute along with Specht." "Who is the target?" "Jellen Radmakker."

The second floor of the Geldrennen Hotel had been reserved by the Council Members, five of the richest men in Ketterdam, interested only in their image, their place in the city's food chain, protected by more guards than anyone could count, accustomed to wealth, luxury, security, indifferent to the city's needs, concerned only with dressing well, with showing the rest of the city how rich they were, oblivious to how many teenagers and children had lost their innocence by becoming criminals because of them, because none of them deigned to help the citizens, too worried about losing their investment in Jurda's production.

The girl pulled her veil over her face, the costume of the Lost Bride allowed her to hide, to camouflage herself among the actors, no one seemed to notice the few extra actors, but that was her speciality, hiding in the shadows even when the shadows were not there. Lilith noticed Specht's gaze on her, although older than her she knew he had to answer to the girl's orders, all the members of the Crows knew they had to answer to her orders; her reputation, her name, her history, the legends about her past and her family made her more dangerous and important than anyone thought.

The girl's brown eyes studied the room, Jellen Radmakker was sitting at the table, two armed men were staring at him ready to defend him; to his right was Nathan Boreg dressed in grey, his gaze passed from his colleagues to the guards to the actors, the man's breathing was quickened, although he tried to hide it you could see the drops of sweat forming on his forehead; Karl Dryden sat opposite Radmakker, his gaze fixed on the roast quail on the table in front of him, his mouth open, waiting to dig into the dish; to his left Jan Van Eck resided with a look of superiority and disgust towards the rest of the diners, his purple velvet suit fell perfectly over his body, his gold ring shone on his left ring finger under the dim light of the candles, four guards behind him scanned the room for threats; at the head of the table the figure of Hoede resided boredly waiting for entertainment and wine. "I have had news of the arrival of a more than prosperous merchant cargo." Broke the silence Radmakker, "A durast, a healer, a squaller and three other unspecified Grisha." "When will they arrive?" "By the end of the month. I understand they will be sold on the third port when they arrive. No one has been informed of their arrival yet so we will have exclusive rights to them." "I want the names and any information you have on them by tomorrow night." The three merchants exchanged information for the duration of the dinner, information they were not supposed to exchange in public. Their plans were unknown to the girl but the mere knowledge that other kids would be sold to the highest bidder made her blood boil, she adjusted the gloves on her hands, the veil on her face and the wreath on her forehead before shifting her gaze from the merchants' table to Specht, the man was listening to the conversations of the guards, focus on finding something to tell his boss.

The streets of Ketterdam were illuminated by oil lamps and animated by tourists and locals, the Pleasure District, known as the Barrel, was floodlit despite the fact that the sun had been down for several hours, the men and women working in the various bars attracted customers with false claims, false promises, false truths necessary to survive in this place; the tourists looked around, too focused on the bars, the scenes and promises of an unforgettable time to notice the disappearance of watches, wallets, valuables and other items; blonde hair blocked Lilith's view, the voices around the girl seemed to suddenly disappear the moment she felt the pressure of a hand approaching her side, her left hand clasped on the blonde's wrist, the dagger clutched in her right hand stopped at the thief's side, two pitch black eyes locked into Lilith's brown ones, her blonde eyebrows furrowed in shame and disappointment, a half smile formed on Lilith's face before the girl released her grip on the blonde, "You need to relax your breath and your arm, the pressure of the hand near the pocket would have brought you a lot of trouble." Explained Lilith to the blonde, "Check the other dagger." Said the thief with a proud grin, Lilith's hand moved to the dagger hidden in her boot, pulling it out before releasing her grip on the accomplice's wrist, "You must conceal your footsteps, though the noise in these streets is impossible to muffle, your footsteps echo like a pin on marble." The two kids nodded at the brunette before turning on their heels, "Shouldn't you be checking the tables at the Club?" shouted Lilith before turning the corner towards the Slat.

It happened before she could even notice, two men grabbed her arms while a third stopped in front of her, the man's face inches from hers, the smell of alcohol and smoke invaded her nostrils, the three drunk and out of it men stared at her with hungry stares, a look she knew all too well, a look she had seen all too many times at Emerald Palace, the dagger slipped from her sleeve into her hand before making contact with the arm of one of the three men, the man's blood stained the girl's glove, the wreath slipped from her forehead, breaking on impact with the cubblestone beneath her, the dagger in her left hand ready to be used on the second man, eyes fixed on the enemy, her right hand ready to move if necessary but before she could do anything else the smell of gunpowder invaded her nostrils, the man in front of her groaned before falling to the ground in pain, a pool of blood began to spread beneath his body; before the girl could recognise the shooter she felt a burning sensation between her ribs, her hand clutched her side, crimson red began to cover her hand, she managed to pull the dagger from her boot in time to find a new home in the man's sternum before everything went black.

Her body lay motionless in Jesper's arms, blood oozed from her side, the cut on her right forearm had reopened during the confrontation, her closed eyes and almost non-existent breathing forced Jesper to run through the streets, making space for himself by shouting and pushing tourists and workers, Big Bolliger noticed Lilith unconscious in his arms before he even noticed Jesper shouting and trying to get into the Crows Club, the line of people waiting to enter protested at the sight of the scene, "I've been here for three hours." "I've been waiting my turn since before the sun went down," were some of the comments Jesper could hear before turning towards the Pigeons, "And she’s dying. If you want I'll shoot you too so you can come in," the boy replied before entering the club. Inej was the first to notice Jesper, she stood beside him studying the girl's wounds, her gaze and expression impassive, used by now to such scenes, "Take her to her room, I'll go get Kaz." "No.... Don’t.... Call him..." said Lilith between sighs, before losing consciousness again. Jesper and Inej knew not to go against the girl's wishes, but they needed Kaz to heal her, he was the only one who could find a healer and hire them before the worst happened, "Lil, we have to, he's the only one who can help you." Jesper's voice was gentle and concerned, "Milana... Work... At the Orchid..." Lilith's laboured breathing grew quicker and more erratic as Jesper laid her down on the mattress.

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I am 100 percent with you on preferring the JP line in that cutscene if only because it does feel more powerful (and his voice is SO soft, which is something that frequently gets completely lost in the dub in general. Mamoru carries a much softer tone overall for Flynn, similar to how Yuri's playfulness and carefree vibe got lost in favor of the dub's aim for a more "cool adult guy").

That said, I was not even aware they left the whistle out!!! I haven't bothered with that sidequest because the outfit is readily available for free as DLC.

While I enjoy having Flynn present in the last battle, I wish they'd just had him look back up at the sky and say that right next to Yuri right before the very end of the cutscene (since imo that'd be the best placement for it). No reason not to stick that back in!!!

But removing the whistle is just an outright crime and I am owed a fee from the people who decided that for the devastation I've been inflicted with.

Big same 🤝

I used to be such a fan of the eng dub but tbh ever since I experienced the original japanese (back when we still called it the PS3 Version lol) I never looked back. The wording is so, so, SO much more layered and leaves little room to misinterpret subtleties and subtext. Like you, I've had many gripes about the localization because sometimes they just plain insert stuff that was never there in the first place - iirc Troy Baker admited that apparently they rushed the dub so hard, sometimes the voice actors themselves were asked to chip in for the translation...he said he loved that (I'll bet), but that might explain why so much of the OG english script was already full of weird phrasings and insertions...add to that the even more sloppy and lazy DE localization and you get only half of the richness of the original japanese.

Also yes Mamo and Tori *are* Flynn and Yuri more than anybody ever could be. Sam and Troy do a good enough job but I agree that Troy may have been directed to play Yuri closer to a traditional "cool bad boy", which is hilarious given how the original Yuri is a twist on that very trope. Unfortunately, Troy gave him this uncharacteristically cold/aggressive edge whenever he talks to Flynn that it makes it sound like he's always annoyed to see him, and it strips their relationship of so much of the softness and playfulness that Tori lends Yuri.

Anyway enough about me ranting because I could go on for about 10 more hours about this issue lmao. Honestly yeah they very well could've rearranged Flynn's cutscene to fit in there at the end, like hell if you can change the entire camera angles of whole scenes you can change that one background, no?? Knowing Tomizawa though that might have been more effort than he was willing to grant this remaster - won't be his last time.

Same for the wolf whistling!! They replaced it with a skit that is just as funny...

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....but void of the insane flirting the original had. Idek why they went so far as to change it, it would've been less work to just leave it as it was 😭

#sorry for the length i just will never be able to shut up abt the translation #theres so much wrong with it #and when i say 'so much' i dont mean 'huge things' i mean 'a million tiny things that end up becoming huge in the big picture'#the most eggregious mistranslations to me were the ones where they shoehorned heterosexuality where there was none to begin with #like inserting estelle in sentences from yuri when she wasnt even in the original jp line #i know jpn loves to play w/ the implicit & the context but when yuri says to repede 'its gonna be lonely now huh' after the party separated #then he does not mean 'its gonna be lonely *without estelle in particular*' he means *without everyone* because he got used to them #and yet the tl makes it only abt her #or #the most unforgivable mistranslation of all to me #when they turned yuris response to estelle's 'id love to keep travelling with you' just before tarqaron from 'thanks same here'#to 'i feel the same way'#like ?????#that changes the ENTIRE conversation BECAUSE its all about the subtext #like it or not (and i hate it) but estelle does have some bodyguard crush on yuri there and this is the way she chooses to 'confess'#you can tell just by the way the scene plays out & how much it lingers on yuris very careful pokerface bc he has very clearly Understood #and yet does not reciprocate so he's being very careful what his next words will be so she Gets The Memo without having to hurt her feelings #and it works!! because iirc she does drop her head and nod a little as if she did get it and accepted what that he basically rejected her #so this isnt JUST some unimportant line #ITS VERY MUCH THEN MOMENT HE SAYS THANKS BUT NO THANKS #SO TRANSLATING THAT WITH 'I FEEL THE SAME' MAKES ZERO SENSE AS IT JUST DESTROYS THE ORIGINAL MEANING BY TURNING IT INTO ITS ENTIRE OPPOSITE #sorry im getting heated abt this again i just #f #even the scenario book interviews confirm that and put emphasis on it so this isnt just me reading too much into it for The Yaoiz #*thats* the subtlety vesperia deals with all the time and *thats* the subtlety the eng tl keeps chipping away at #i know the translators most likely had little direction to go off of so this isnt to dunk on them #more like the complete lack of communication between loc departements and the heteronornativity they resort to when in doubt #hell even higuchi agreed when i addressed this on twitter with him #dude knows #ANYWAY TUMBLR SAID IM EXCEEDING THE TAG LIMIT LMAO sorry for the huge rant i just. have feelings abt tov's loc

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best underrated anime in your opinion??

Another wonderful Anon with another difficult yet welcomed question (´｡• ω •｡`)

I will try to follow the same layout as I did with the manga recommendations ask. These are the anime series that instantly come to mind that, in my humble opinion, are underrated :

Underrated Anime #1 :

91 Days

Why aren't more people talking about this series?! I've watched 91 Days at least a half dozen times, and it never gets old. This anime is set back during the Prohibition Era and follows a young man determined to avenge his family who were murdered by top members of a mob/organized crime family. In order to get close to them, he inserts himself into their world and works his way to the top. I genuinely love this anime so much. It's really sad, but is beautifully written and executed. I highly recommend watching the English Dub, mostly because I think the English voice actors do a perfect job with the accents and turn-of-phrase used during that time period. If you enjoy Crime Dramas, then please give 91 Days a chance. It's a 12 episode anime, so it's definitely manageable. Just be prepared for the ending. Despite watching it several times already... I'm still conflicted lol

Underrated Anime #2 :

Gangsta

I was so disappointed to find out this anime was discontinued, especially since it ended on a cliffhanger. From my understanding, the main cause was due to the production studio going bankrupt. Despite this, I really enjoyed Gangsta enough to hold onto a tiny shred of hope for a second season (I just won't hold my breath lol). Gangsta takes place in a town called Ergastulum and follows two "handymen" who conduct an array of different jobs. This anime is geared towards a mature audience, since it has prostitution, drugs, and other adult-themed elements in it. One unique detail is that one of the handymen, Nicolas, is deaf. If you enjoy darker themes and thrillers, then I'd suggest checking out Gangsta. It's 12 episodes long... Just keep in mind this anime does not have a second season, and may not ever be continued.

Underrated Anime #3 :

Kakuriyo Bed & Breakfast for Spirits

Little known fact about me : I adore supernatural themed anime. Series like Kamisama Kiss, Gugure! Kokkuri-san, Fruits Basket, and others all fit my taste perfectly. Kakuriyo Bed & Breakfast for Spirits is no different. This anime is about a human girl named Aoi who has the ability to see spirits. One day, an ogre appears and takes her back to an inn called Tenjin-ya that is run and patronized by ayakashi. Upon arriving, he reveals that Aoi's grandfather had made a deal with him. In exchange for forgiving the old man's debt, Aoi is to marry the ogre. Refusing the proposal of marriage, Aoi insists on working at the Bed & Breakfast in order to pay off the debt and ultimately earn back her freedom. This is such a wonderful anime. All of the characters are so cute and charming. And I'm a big fan of Aoi! She's not one of those useless or annoying anime protagonists. Quite the opposite, actually. I am currently watching Kakuriyo Bed & Breakfast for Spirits, and I'm loving every moment of it. It's 26 episodes long (I'm at episode 18), so a bit longer than the other series I've mentioned. But if you enjoy Supernatural Romance anime with some Comedy sprinkled in, then I highly recommend Kakuriyo Bed & Breakfast for Spirits (:

Underrated Anime #4 :

Aoharu X Machinegun

This is one of the many anime series that I wish would be blessed with a second season. Aoharu X Machinegun is about a high school student named Hotaru who mistakenly accuses her new neighbor, who happens to work as a host, of scamming her best friend. To defend the honor of her friend, Hotaru agrees to play a game of airsoft with the host, Matsuoka. In the process, Hotaru causes an extensive amount of damage before ultimately losing to Matsuoka. He then forces Hotaru to join his airsoft team, stating that it was the best way for Hotaru to pay off her debt. Plot twist : Matsuoka and his teammate, Yukimura, have no idea that Hotaru is actually a girl, a secret she needs to keep after learning that girls are not allowed on their team. This is a really enjoyable 12 episode anime series with a good amount of action, comedy, and some more intense/emotional scenes. So if you're interested in Airsoft or like Comedy and Action anime, then you might wanna check out Aoharu X Machinegun.

Underrated Anime #5 :

Servamp

You can't go wrong with a vampire anime, right? How about vampires that take the form of animals? Servamp fits both criteria. This series is about a boy named Mahiru who takes in what he thinks is a stray cat, only to inadvertently make a contract with a vampire, named Kuro (aka Sleepy Ash of Sloth). Shortly afterwards, Mahiru gets thrust into this once unknown world of vampires when Kuro's brother appears and vows to wage an all-out war against Kuro and their other siblings. I'd say this is arguably one of the better vampire themed anime currently out, at a total of 12 episodes. So if you enjoy Supernatural elements, Vampires, and little touches of Comedy and Action sprinkled in, then I recommend Servamp.

Honorable Mention :

Hakuoki (sometimes spelled Hakuouki)

I am happy to say that unlike some of the other series I listed here, this anime in particular was completed with a total of 3 Seasons, a set of OVAs, and 2 films... Not to mention all of the games for this franchise. This series takes place during the Edo period and follows a young lady named Chizuru. She travels to Kyoto to search for her father, only to be taken into custody by members of the Shinsengumi after witnessing them cutting down individuals who appear to be possessed. Upon realizing who Chizuru's father is, a man responsible for creating an elixir that turns those who drink it into invincible blood lusting beings called Furies, the Shinsengumi members decide to keep Chizuru close, expecting the girl to aid them in their search for her father. Hakuoki is a beautiful anime with even more beautiful artwork. If you enjoy Historical anime with Fantasy elements, then Hakuoki may appeal to you. Note : Hakuoki is also an otome game, so the anime can give off "reverse harem" vibes at times. But if you can overlook that if you're not into otome, then it can still be very enjoyable to watch (:

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incarnateirony · 9 months

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https://twitter.com/xmenupdate/status/1686578029051420672?s=46&t=eTIYBJflezjsZxlN-TlYeQ

FUCKIN WHEEZE

OH, YEAH. let's start with this wonderful grammar "There has been a number of reports regarding assistants and stand-ins that have been credited on IMDb a number of Marvel Studios projects recently including Halle Berry & Famke Janssen for ‘DEADPOOL 3’."

Then we click the thing:

Everything else hidden, but sure. Okay leaky person cut on a discord background, this has NOTHING to do with how easy it is to edit IMDB, AMIRITE????????

THIS one was golden though, this one right here when any fact check was begun:

A bunch of these just look like guesses, like back in like May Halle Berry was sporting white hair and everyone assumed it was to be Storm again in Deadpool and fans went everywhere speculating.

Jared's fans have been pitching 238492384 marvel things for him to be every year for ten billion years. Gambit off the top of my head as the most recent one I recall. A list of returning GotG members because duh. Several names like Froy Gutierrez that were floated for shit like Marvel's Young Avengers on fanpages. One of these is a guy with like, NO history WHATSOEVER beyond being on CW Charmed for a few episodes (6) and then a few on night court, and isnt even in the top 5000.

Stinks of fan wishlist passed as rumor, originating off of some cross Marvel/CW fan. I mean, if Talik is managing to rocket from bit actor obscurity in the 15,000 range to being some yet unconfirmed character, all power to him, but sorry, this smacks of lmfao. It's a bunch of like fan observations of the obvious from 2 months ago (storm), CW people (Someone was a Charmed & Supernatural fan), and shit the Marvel community went "OOPS LMAO THAT'S WRONG" like Janelle Monae already:

Page was put up same time as the tweet according to google deleted in the last day, and the tweet was posted yesterday. Lmao bruh.

Like if Jared finally gets his first voice acting role of some rando XMan like 4 years behind the jackles curve, good for him I guess? Like marvel going, DC got jensen, who was That Other Guy? Given this is just a Special like holiday specials, so it'd be like one episode.

On the other hand you're going to need more than someone blatantly trying to run a list while anyone can edit the source. You think Marvel's gonna announce it like that? AH yes we hide everything even the title, and the stars, but leak the assistants. On multiple shows. NOTHING ELSE, NOT EVEN A TITLE THERE, NO RELEASE DATE GIVEN BUT WE GOT THE RANDO ASSISTANTS *SQUARED* cuz *LOGIC* But yeah, cool. Jared Padalecki As Knockoff Voice For Some Character In One Off Holiday Special Or Shortrun Webseries Some Shit For Character/Series Zero Of the Jpeg Stans Care About.

Please take your Fangasm induced and boosted nonsense out of my inbox.

Add in, be real careful holding your breath even if it IS real. Kevin Feige is listed as producting and Iger was just talking about him being "spread too thin" and dilluting their product. He's named streaming as the problem and opened fire purging products from Disney+ even before the strike. Just outright brake pump on output of Disney+ stream content. Now, they HAVE had problems with integral marvel stars recently

Why would this come out during a strike nobody is working, no less???????? Before the strike they hadn't even sorted directors or anything??????? Are you saying Jared, what, accepted the role during strike?????????? or... kept his mouth shut without a single hint for half a year????????? JARED????????????????

OH AND THIS

Also??? Jared's supposed assistant is uh. well i mean. i support immigration. But it's Real Weird that if you google him and Force It To English Results, there's 3 mentions; one this imdb listing, one bot garble nonsense, and one his application to go to college in california this spring while listing also moving into the country this march (actually with how he fucked up the US MM/DD/YY format for his birthday... this april??). So like. IDK man. Smells real fuckin sus. He wouldn't pass marvel vetting to be a janitor with that status.

Love the MULTIPLE errors on here. Class act

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Hey Three things

I love that you do older Star Wars comic dubs! I only have these comics in digital because no matter how hard I look I can’t find the paper comics. I’ve had people from three separate comic book stores say that Star Wars and marvel fans refuse to part with their comics so that’s why 😂

Dude the voice dubs you do are great! I listened to Sings dub first that’s how I found your channel the one with Torgo Tahn and the anzati school

I just watched the Quinlan Vos one with Aayla also with Volfe Karkoo! Great voice acting! From a great cast. Now this is just me putting my opinion, I still loved what you did. However Volfe Karkko threw me off. Because knowing that anzati have spent their lives tailoring themselves for the hunt I mean they have minor shape shifting abilities to change facial features and eye color for crying out loud which is cool 😂 I’ve just always imagined Volfe with being so old that he’s tailored his voice and it being anything other than smooth, almost like the deceiving calm before the storm messed with me. I’ve always thought like Lion King original Scars voice, Loki, or Bram stokers Dracula without the accent. But like I said even with the voice throwing me off it was great, I could tell the work and dedication you and the other voice actors put in and even if Volfe’s voice didn’t line up with what I thought the voice actor still did an amazing job and I hope you all are proud of your work!😄 I hope my input wasn’t offensive and if it was I really do apologize 😓

Hello, thank you for the message! I'm so glad you enjoy the hard work of my team and I!

Depending on what language you want to read the comics in, there might be reprints availible to you. If you want them in english, most of the comics I dub can be found in the "Star Wars Legends Epic Collection" by Marvel.

The one with Aurra Sing and her days in the Anzati School is one I'm especially proud of because I did compose a whole new soundtrack for that one. I've also been hired to compose new music for a different Star Wars project recently, and I intend to reuse that one for my dubs as well.

It's alright you disagree with me on Volfe's voice, and you're entitled to your own headcanon as to what he should sound like. Nontheless, his voice is still one of my favourite parts of the dub and it might still make for an interesting discussion to explain how he ended up with the voice he has now.

As I haven't watched either the Lion King, Brian Stoker's Dracula or anything from the MCU, I am afraid I might not entirely understand your imagination for how he should sound, but if you are saying he should have a calmer and more harmless voice, I respectfully disagre. That sort of voice is what I gave the villians who make more of a secret about their evil intents, such as the Gran Protectorate, or villians who are more outwardly charismatic such as Iaco Stark (who hasn't appeared yet but all of his dialogue has been recorded already).

When it comes to villiany, Volfe Karkko does not beat around the bush, he's an ancient vampiristic alien with a lightsaber, the ability to shoot lightning and a thirst for brains. He's pure evil and I wanted him to have a voice that makes him as terrifying as he needs to be.

Now, one of my favourite voiceover jobs that I did for someone else was in 2017 when I joined the cast of the YouTube webseries known as Dragon Ball Absalon. There, I had the incredible honor of voicing alongside an actor named Roy Bunales, who performed the voice of my character's boss; Captain Horenzo, and I was immediately amazed by the deep, commanding presence his voice brought to his character. In other words, this is a voice actor I've been a fan of even before I did comic dubs.

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So you can imagine my exitement when Roy did agree to join the cast of my comic dub series! Originally I wanted him to play Even Piell, but he fell ill and wasn't able to record when we went around to do Emissaries to Malastare. His audition lines can still be heard here, though:

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Thankfully, he had recovered from his ailment by the time Darkness rolled around, and I thought, and still do, that he and the role of Volfe Karkko were a match made in heaven. As inspiration for Karkko's performance, I sent him this video of the Lieutenant in Fallout, originally performed by the late Tony Jay, who is another voice actor who gave the exact sort of voice I pictured Karkko having.

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I don't know if any of this will change your perception of Karkko's voice in the Darkness dub, but it still was fun for me to go over, and I hope you enjoyed learning about it. Your input wasn't offensive at all, in fact, strongly I appreciate it, and I'm happy to learn about different viewpoints in such great detail.

Feel free to message me again anytime!

#star wars #voice acting #star wars: darkness #even piell #roy bunales #volfe karkko #darkness #quinlan vos #aayla secura #dragon ball absalon #captain horenzo

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5.5 years ago MLP FiM brought back Starswirl the Bearded and now I'm losing my goddamn mind over linguistics

First of all. Five and a half years. Really??? It's been that long???? God I feel really old, and I can't even legally drink round these parts yet. Ponies do things to the brain.

Anyway. On to me ranting about this here unicorn wizard and the weirdness of language instead of doing something useful like studying for finals. He's not even the sole pony to blame for my current descent into madness but he was probably the main catalyst behind it.

I don't know what they did with Starswirl's show appearance that made me drawn to him so immediately—choice of voice actor? design? demeanor? sheer dark magic? who knows—but anyone who knows anything at all about me knows that I've had an on-and-off obsession with this man. It's inescapable. He fundamentally rewired some of my neural connections. Like yes he's a jerk to Twilight and everyone else but that was him at his most stressed and probably at his lowest point because Twilight had just dragged him back to life after he had given himself up to be practically dead to contain the highly dangerous threat that Twilight had just brought back to Equestria but I'm going to keep the psychology lecture to myself for now. I have more important unimportant things to get to.

So. I'm obsessed with Starswirl. And as people sometimes do when they're obsessed with a character, especially one who doesn't come with a lot of canon backstory, they come up with headcanons. And in this MLP managed to do something to me that had never truly been done before to this scale: get me interested in history. Not real history, of course. That would have to wait until later. But the history of Equestria was made keenly relevant, with a new cast of characters ripped right out of the deep past and dropped into the present. We already had Luna and Celestia, of course, but I was more than happy to entertain myself just imagining up sisterly shenanigans rather than dragging myself through a made-up history lecture. I had wondered about their past, but nothing I ever read up about or thought up myself really called to me. Not like the Pillars did.

To make a very long story short, Starswirl ended up doing the thing that characters I like sometimes do. Sometimes I make up headcanons about characters. Other times, it seems that I'll just be thinking about them one day, and suddenly the character in question appears in my mind, but now they have stories, stories that have nothing to do with canon but that they have suddenly brought to me and are now explaining to me in great detail. It's not a conscious choice to write backstories for these characters; they come to live in my subconscious already fairly fleshed out, leaving me to only make a few edits here and there. And now this shortened long story is already getting longer than I wanted, so I will limit myself to only one more sentence. Starswirl was the kind of character who seemed to suddenly come to me with a lot of headcanon backstory, and one piece of that was that my mind seemed to have decided on a whim that he should be fluent in some sort of almost-dead ancient unicorn language.

By this point the title should hopefully be slightly less confusing.

What a marvelous idea, I thought! But ancient, almost-dead unicorn languages are hard to come by these days. So if I wanted to give more weight to this idea, on the off chance I wanted to write a fanfic about it later or something, I'd have to make one myself.

So now I'm dipping my toes into the world of conlangs (constructed languages). In order to invent this language (Archorn, I'm thinking of calling it) I'm going to probably want to find real-life languages to reference in its creation. And if the common language they speak in the show (I'm just calling it Common for simplicity's sake) is similar to English, and if I'm assuming this Archorn language I'm inventing is an ancestor of the common language much like English has roots in many other languages, then I should draw parallels between Archorn and some of the languages that influenced English. Makes sense, right?

Except now I have to figure out what role Archorn would play in influencing Common before I can truly construct it. Or at least, that's what it feels like to me. In reality, I do not have to be doing any of this, I am merely driven to by the demons (hyperfixations) that possess me (are more appealing than my college coursework).

This also leads me to be curious about what other languages might have been used among pegasi or earth ponies. And now I feel like I have to make those up too. I'm gonna be here a while, and that's before I even get into other non-pony species who may have also contributed to the common tongue, and also just having non-pony languages for the sheer sake of having those languages.

So here I am, hours deep into several rabbit holes about linguistics, pushing back my starting line further and further away while I find more prerequisites that I have to fulfill before I feel like I can actually go and make something to quell the thirst for fictitious knowledge in my soul.

Oh, all that wasn't even mentioning that Shadow Play also tried to introduce some bits of Old Ponish. Go figure.

But anyway. Now I have So Many Thoughts and nothing that I can possibly do with them. Because in order to invent one language I feel like I have to invent all of them to figure out the role that they all play. And before I do that I'd need to extensively map out the cultures and politics of Equestria and beyond over time to see what forces shaped language development. Sigh. Why do I get myself into these things.

Thinking about the languages of other creatures is really cool though. I have to imagine beak-specific sounds or chirps/whistles would play some sort of role in griffon and hippogriff native languages, and hippogriffs turning to seaponies would come with some changes to the language to work around their new extra wet environment. Yaks definitely seem to speak the common tongue in ways that more resemble the structure of their native language. This is all just speculation on my end, but it actually makes a lot of sense that yak language would have a smaller vocabulary, or at least use less words at once while speaking, and generally be spoken louder. I'd imagine in their far north environment, it would be important to get information across to other yaks quickly and effectively, and especially if they're shouting over snowstorms and trying to not freeze their tongues they'd favor shorter sentences and simpler, more direct ways of saying things. It also makes sense that Yona refers to herself by her name while speaking instead of first-person pronouns, again signaling a need for high clarity while communication. If you're stuck in a blizzard and you can't see very far in front of your own face, you don't have time to sit there and try to puzzle out who you're talking to when you're shouting at each other to try to figure out where you are. You all use your own names so every yak can keep track of each other and know who's who at any point.

Anyway. It's way past midnight where I am, I have about fifty gazillion assignments I need to somehow finish tomorrow, and I'm cutting off my rant here for the night. If you read all this, props to you I guess?

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concordia et terrore (Johan Liebert x Reader)

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I'm sorry for my English.

And I hope you like it! ;)

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The death of your boyfriend, Karl Neuman, had left your heart in tatters. Your swollen face due to the sleepless nights caused by his departure was a reflection of the sorrow installed in your system.

What disturbs you most about the matter is that, according to you, Lotte and some of your late boy's companions never saw signs of depression or any disorder that afflicted Karl.

Not even the cold-eyed boy who had become close to their small social circle noticed signs of the impending suicide.

It was all so weird...

Your chest still hurt remembering the beautiful moments next to the young man who now resides in your thoughts. You don't exactly believe in heaven, but if there was one, surely Karl was there with his mother.

You have barely been able to eat a bite, you still cannot sleep well at all. In your classes you perform mediocrely. Of course this has been noticed by the Munich student body.

Especially Liebert.

“It's silly and inappropriate to tell you that you need help, [Name]. You already know that perfectly”. The blond appeared behind you, speaking in his gentle voice.

“Naturally, that's what worries me about this. Why hasn't he come to your therapeutic sessions with Dr. Gaitel, if you need him more than ever?” His tone was painfully condescending.

You didn't want to look him in the eyes and have him find out how screwed you were. Causing pity was not in your plans, however, your unkempt appearance gave off obvious misery on your existence. You shrugged.

“I gave up after a week of trying, Johan. I don't see any point in doing anything if I feel just as dead as he does ”You sincere viscerally.

Your voice sounded hoarse from lack of use. downed dye; torrent of acid emotions.

Your partner silently demonstrated you for a moment. You're still avoiding his gaze. It is not an impediment to feel that it examines your soul in an indigestible way. Another reason for not wanting to reciprocate his intense visual analysis.

"I know what goes on in your mind, my dear," he replied. Letting you die is a cowardly option that Karl wouldn't want to see you go through.

Genuine coldness in his words. You sense it no matter how much the handsome boy tries to be delicate. As delicate as a fine glass that cuts inside you until it guts the little peace it possesses. An uncomfortable hole is born in the pit of your stomach.

This time you do turn to face him.

"It was Karl who let himself die, Liebert." You said abruptly, without stopping to think about what he said. "Perhaps you want to go to his grave to reprimand him for leaving me alone, too." So he was a coward too, right? “Poison in your impulsive response.

How incredible that in addition to murdering your boyfriend, he managed to turn you against him. Even been dead!

Like a good actor, he hides the smile that threatens to tug at the corners of his lips. Instead he shakes your will by locking his blue eyes with yours.

"[Name], are you that selfish to think that Karl should live for you?" I didn't imagine you were pathologically arrogant. What a surprise and disappointment, if I may admit.

Suddenly your legs would want to give way. Guilt fell on you like a bucket of ice water. Unshed tears crowd your eyes and you muster the discipline not to break down in front of the german.

Bingo

Johan closed the distance between you, invading your personal space before you could react in time.

A chill ran down your spine. Your heart roared against your rib cage. A lump formed in your throat, making you more nervous.

Breathing became a difficult task, especially when the opponent caught your chin between his fingers. He forced you to see the Dantean truth reflected in his titanic gaze.

“Come to think of it, Karl probably took his own life because of your lack of empathy towards others. I don't know, I bet he noticed how creepy your narcissism is. Perhaps you made him live an ordeal that led him to make such a drastic decision. Do you agree?

The more he argues, the worse he is to ignore his aberrant speech. It is not enough to repeat to you that it was not your fault, because his word drills into you without you having the energy to fight against his hurtful comments.

You begin to question if Johan grants you reality as hard as it is because he is a good friend.

A good friend who became obsessed with the girlfriend of the young man who lies resting in the other world. A good friend who pushed Neumann onto the concrete of the street.

The perfect murder orchestrated by someone perfect in front of others.

Not for you. Not anymore.

You stop holding back the tears that sting your eyes; releasing some in front of the person responsible for that pain that oppresses your chest relentlessly.

After internally boasting of your deplorable state, Johan brings his free hand to your face, cleaning with his thumb the salty drops that blur your vision.

“Victimizing yourself doesn't make you any less guilty, [Name]. Although it is good that you recognize your faults in the face of what you have done. “Sentence without mercy.

He's so merciless that when you shake like a puppy after being hit, he pulls you in his direction. Your head rests on his chest, while the blonde places a generous hand on your back and slides it up and down to try to comfort your troubled life.

You can't help but absorb his touch even if you want to get away from the guy.

"When you're ready to apologize to Karl, I'll be happy to come with you." It will be a big step for your rebirth, lovely [Name].

It was the last thing he said after freeing you from his vicious grip. His figure faded into your field of vision, leaving you lost in thought by what just happened. A thousand thoughts and emotions riddle you for several seconds. Until your body kicks into gear, opting to go back to your apartment where you can think things through better. Whether to choose to reach Karl, or to guide you down the path of the attractive antichrist.

#johan liebert #x reader #reader insert #reader #monster #fanfic #naoki urusawa #karl neuman

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I wrote this little thing a while back, set in @threadmoon and I's little AU with our sdj OCs. It might be a little hard to follow because there's a decent amount of backstory to both Nik/Birdie and Zander/Kitty, but I thought it was fun so I figured I'd share it~

Content: mild stalking, strip club, burlesque, mentions of sex work, oral sex, smoking, Joseph is generally confused and a little frustrated

Joseph has a soft spot for mysteries. Books were never really his thing. Nor was school, for that matter. But you always remember the good teachers, and Ms. Mulberry had been a very good teacher. Freshman English, before he dropped out and ran away.

She was strict, blunt, didn’t put up with his bullshit excuses about why he didn’t do his work. But… she was fair. She was truthful. She was the first adult Joseph had ever met who had treated him like an equal.

And she’d gotten him more than a little hooked on Agatha Christie novels. Something about pulling at the threads of a mystery until it came undone was so satisfying to him. And when it comes to mysteries, none captivate him quite like…

“Nik!” Joseph calls out, jogging to catch up with the little actor on their way to change out of their costume. “Hey.”

Nik doesn't pause, glancing at him out of the corner of their eye and giving a polite nod. Joseph won't let this deter him. They're quiet, contemplative, closed off. He doesn't mind, it only makes him want to unravel them more. To unwind them until he can see what lays at the centre, to see who they really are.

He catches his breath for a moment before beaming, slinging an arm around their shoulder. “You settling in okay? You’re doing great out there!”

Nik ducks under his arm, and he can't tell if they're uncomfortable or just trying to reach the rack where their clothes are. “It’s fine.” They grab their clothes and trot off to the little curtained off changing area that those without dedicated dressing rooms use.

Joseph leans against the wall on the other side of the curtain, listening to the rustle of their dress falling to the floor. He can feel the flush spreading up his chest at the sight of their dress crumpled on the floor under the curtain and the knowledge that they're only a thin sheet of fabric away from him… But he pushes the thoughts aside with a guilty little frown.

“Just fine?” Joseph chuckles, reaching for a cigarette on instinct before stopping himself. They don't like when he smokes around them. “Missing your med tent?”

He hears something between a huff and a laugh. He adds one to his mental tally of times he’s made Nik laugh. “It was quieter,” they reply, and he can hear them shuffling into their clothes. “Most of the time.”

“Y’know… Jean’s been fine with the heat since Birdie arrived.” Joseph tries to sound casual, picking at his nail, but there's a distinct edge of annoyance to his voice.

“Costume change.” Nik pushes the curtain aside and shrugs, stepping out in their civvies. “I insisted they make it a lighter fabric. That and all the water I’m making him drink on set.”

Joseph forces a smile, continuing to follow them as they head towards the door. “Lucky him. So, wanna head to the bar? Not—uh, not just with me. We’re all going.” He clears his throat, tugging a bit at the collar of his shirt. He hasn't changed yet, and he's suddenly keenly aware of the paint on his face.

“No, thank you.” Nik gives a polite smile and bows their head, pushing the door open.

Joseph stops it with his hand before it can close behind them. “You, uh, you already got plans?”

Nik pauses for the first time, turning back to look at him. “Nothing in particular.”

He sighs, arms crossing. “Then why not join us? You say no every time I ask. You rush out as soon as shooting’s done for the day, you must be going somewhere.”

Nik purses their lips and takes a small step back. “With all due respect, I don’t think that’s any of your business. Goodnight, Mister Haberdae.”

Joseph watches them walk away with a wince. They're right, it isn't any of his business. And he shouldn’t have pushed like that. He just… wants to know them. Wants to open them up. But they resist him at every turn. The more he tries to lower their walls, the more they put up. It had taken time and patience to get them to consistently call him Joseph, and now he's back to Mister Haberdae again.

“Shit.” He kicks the wall, gritting his teeth at the sharp pain in his foot. “Fucking shit.”

He takes a few calming breaths, fumbling in his pocket for his packet of cigarettes and his lighter. How had he messed up so bad? Why hadn’t he just let it go? Why… why can't he let it go now? It's gnawing at him still. The need to know what they do after work every night. Where they rush off to with such dedication every single evening.

He takes a drag and basks in the calming smoke for a moment, watching it wind up from his lips in a little spiral as he lets out a slow breath. He can feel the curiosity prowling around his brain like a caged animal. He has to know. He has to see what it is that Nik spends every night doing. Where it is that they go every day after filming wraps.

It isn't hard to follow them. Not because they aren't paying attention, but because their journey is so short. It isn't hard for him to watch them cross the studio parking lot and slip through the doors of the seedy strip club next door. The one where Joseph knows other actors go to get… full services.

“Fuck me…” Joseph whistles under his breath, crossing the parking lot quickly and stamping out his cigarette before heading inside as well. The bouncer raises an eyebrow at him, giving a grin. Fuck, he probably thinks Joseph's there for pleasure. Probably feels real smug knowing the pure Sunny Day Jack is stepping foot in a glorified brothel.

He brushes the thought aside with a frown, eyes scanning the room to find Nik. They're leaning against the bar, half chatting with the bartender while they watch the main act. It's a burlesque routine that is already nearing its end, if the tasselled pasties and skimpy panties are anything to go by. It's all feathers and glitter and coy smiles from a breathtaking dancer.

Joseph sinks into a seat by the door, completely transfixed by the way the dancer moves. With every sway of their hips and shimmy of their shoulders, their whole body moves in response. Soft, rippling curves and a charming gap-toothed grin. He can see why Nik comes here to watch them every night…

With the routine over, the money collected from the stage, and the next act starting, Nik pays their tab and heads off towards the backstage door the dancer had disappeared through. Joseph watches them slip backstage, following after once they're out of sight. He just about catches a glimpse of the red haired dancer pulling them into a private room before the door closes on him.

Joseph stares at the door with a thoughtful frown. Nik certainly didn't seem the type to pay for sex. They’d implied a few times that they were in a happy relationship, what would their husband think of this? Unless they're swingers, like Knackerdan’s actor and his wife. Joseph shudders at the traumatic memory of the day he’d learned that. He really didn’t need to know these things about his coworkers.

Except…

There's a slight bang against the door, like someone being pushed up against it. A soft, teasing voice comes through the thin wood. “Someone’s eager today~”

It must be the dancer. Today? So, this is definitely where Nik was running off to each evening. And Joseph can only assume it's to this same dancer as well. Kitty, he’d vaguely heard the dancer’s name as their routine had ended. Nik had only had eyes for Kitty, it seems they're a regular.

“Rough day?” There's a hitch in the dancer’s playful voice, a growl from Nik, and the tell-tale sounds of lips on skin. “Relax, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

“Fuck,” the groan sends heat pooling in Joseph’s stomach, Nik’s voice gravelly and rough. “I just need to…”

There's another little thud, this time on the floor. Joseph can hear the unmistakable sound of someone being eaten out, eager little hums coming from lower down the door this time. Nik’s moans, though, are the thing that catch Joseph’s attention most.

They sound… well, not like he’d imagined. Heavenly, still. The desperate growls and deep moans go straight to his cock. He can imagine them on the other side of the door. The dancer on their knees, face buried eagerly in Nik’s undoubtedly beautiful cunt. Nik, probably tugging at their hair as they grind on their face.

“Fucking idiots, all of them.” Nik’s voice is a breathless growl, teeth audibly gritted as they presumably take their frustrations out on the pretty face of the pretty dancer. “Took fifteen fucking takes. One stupid fucking scene. Fifteen takes.”

There's a muffled, sympathetic little sound from the dancer, and an answering moan of approval from Nik. “Fuck, baby… You’re so good…”

Joseph swallows thickly, pants tight as he imagines himself between Nik’s thighs, the one being praised and taking all of their frustration instead of the dancer. Or as well as, he isn't picky.

“Cause Jean–fuuuuck baby, right there–Jean kept fucking it up. Kept… oh fuck, kept fucking up his lines. Getting distracted–oh baby your mouth…–saying all these things to me. Fucking filthy shit. Things that’d–good boy–that’d even make you blush. Right in my ear. We were supposed to be baking a birthday cake. Kept feeling his cock against me. Oh god, baby boy, fuckin hell, gonna cum…”

Joseph’s head is spinning. The intoxicating sound of Nik’s voice goes straight to his throbbing cock and he can't help but wish he was in there, part of whatever's going on. The thought of them praising his skills, calling him a good boy…

But their words sink in slowly too. Jean was… was it harassment? He knew there was something happening between Nik and Jean, but it was hard to say what. Nik definitely hadn’t complained about Jean harassing them. Not that anything would come of it, so… that wasn’t really saying much. They don't sound upset with him either, their voice laced with a moan when they talk about feeling his cock. They only seem annoyed by how long the shoot took.

They seem friendly enough off screen. Jean is always hanging around them, and they don't seem to mind. Not to mention Jean had spent plenty of time in Nik’s little nurse’s station before Birdie.

And Birdie.. well, that whole thing had been Jean’s idea. So maybe… maybe he's the one Nik's in a relationship with? It would explain why Nik is so cagey about it. It doesn't explain why they're here, fucking the dancer, though.

Nik’s gasps and moans sink into Joseph’s brain as his thoughts race, trying to figure out what's happening. The sounds of sex don't die down, but they do fade towards the other end of the room, and Joseph slowly lets his feet carry him back out of the building.

Somehow… somehow he’s ended up with more questions than he’d started with. Nik is a mystery, and he’ll be damned if he doesn't solve them soon enough.

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj joseph #Nik #Zander #18+ only #sunshine

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the-jam-to-the-unicorn · 1 year

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"Superpower" (Sean Penn, 2023) - Film review / own opinion (English)

(short spoiler-free review; longer review with spoilers below the cut)

Sean Penn presents his documentary "Superpower" at the Berlinale 2023. It is about the Ukraine war and aims to show Ukraine's struggle for survival. Penn also claims to tell the truth about Ukraine and the prehistory of the war. He also wants to display a portrait of Zelenskyy, who has risen to become a European hero through the war.

Many goals, high ambitions. Which Penn fails at in the end.

Is the documentary worth watching? Yes. However, you won't miss anything if you don't watch it. Because the documentary has many weaknesses, as correct as it is in terms of content.

The American Dream in Ukraine

Most people knew the name Volodymyr Zelenskyy before February 2022 for precisely two reasons: because ex-president Donald Trump tried to blackmail the newly appointed Ukrainian President in a now famous phone call, and because the story of the comedian who became President by a landslide went around the world in spring 2019. Ukraine was only known for a few reasons: "something" with the Maidan, "something" with Crimea and Donbas and "something" with war and Russia and 2014. But above all, Ukraine was known through the lens of Russian propaganda, which influenced the public image of Ukraine for years. Until Zelenskyy was elected President in 2019.

Now, one has to admit that Zelenskyy's story and his path to the presidency actually reads like a story that one otherwise only knows from films. To make the media image of him coherent and to tell the story of the little man who becomes President in the best American style, Zelenskyy himself is often reduced to the role of a comedian (in the best case) or even a clown (in the worst case). However, this does him anything but justice, for Zelenskyy's curriculum vitae has, after all, almost a dozen professions, including a law degree, actor, voice actor, entertainer, scriptwriter and successful businessman, in all of which he was invariably successful (except for lawyer, for he never worked a day as a lawyer after graduating).

However, Sean Penn had actually made it his mission to make a documentary about this impressive President, whose life is full of exciting twists and turns and stories. Penn had become aware of him because Zelenskyy was involved in an American scandal. No sooner had he taken office than he was on the phone with then-President Donald Trump, who, in polite diplomacy, wanted to congratulate him on his victory (on the surface) and had quite personal interests. In the phone call, Trump also mentions the prospect of an enormous aid package to Zelenskyy. Money and (military) support, which Ukraine desperately needs, because since 2014, neighbour Russia has been occupying parts of Ukraine in violation of international law and waging war against the country. Zelenskyy inherited a nation at war from his predecessor and promised to end the war during the election campaign. Which brings us back to the phone call with Trump. The US is one of the most important allies in the fight against Russia, but not with Donald Trump as President. For he is demanding investigations and evidence against Hunter Biden, Joe Biden's son, in exchange for the aid package and will even try to put pressure on Zelenskyy and his team through his lawyer. Zelenskyy flatters and strokes Trump's ego because he is aware that he depends on America and money. In 2019, the situation is tense, even more so because by that time, Putin is also already creating a sentiment against the new pro-Western and pro-European President and even snubbing him diplomatically by not congratulating Zelenskyy on his appointment. Moreover, internal Ukrainian enemies of Zelenskyy would like to see the new President fall because he wants to clean up the old system, which is marked by corruption, ineffectiveness, several other problems and is still (strongly) Russian-influenced in parts. So Zelenskyy has his back to the wall during the phone call, gets the call over rather sub-optimally and is subsequently involved in an American scandal and Trump's impeachment proceedings. After that, Ukraine and its President disappear from the public eye.

Waiting for Zelenskyy

Enter Sean Penn. With this backstory in mind, Penn has now set himself the task of telling the story of the President of Ukraine. It is to be a documentary film, and so Penn sets off for Ukraine. It's the end of 2021, and Penn arrives in a country under immense tension. Since the summer of 2021, Putin has been increasing troop concentrations in the occupied territories and on the border, the fighting is becoming more severe, and Moscow is signalling that it is not at all interested in a peaceful solution with Zelenskyy, who is doing everything he can to bring about a diplomatic peace. Unfortunately, he is talking against silent walls. And the world? It looks the other way, appeases and deals with Russia and leaves Ukraine alone. A mistake, as we know today.

But above all, Penn has to wait now. He has registered with the President's office for interviews with the President, but he is busy. So Penn uses the time to travel all over Ukraine to get a picture of the mood.

So the film's first part is mainly about that - about Ukrainians and their opinions and views, especially about the President. The opinions are mixed, the criticism of the President is sometimes absurd. Moreover, some statements have poorly aged, such as the view that Zelenskyy doesn't have the balls to stand up to Russia. It remains a mystery why Penn decides to cut these statements into the film's first part, even though, as a viewer, one might assume that the original intention here was to create a balanced portrait. But Penn fails in this. The decision to include this multitude of rather negative comments seems even stranger when one considers that the film was initially intended to be purely a film about Zelenskyy. What Penn creates here, however, is a false balance because although Zelenskyy was elected with a ¾ majority, the impression here is that the majority was rather not in favour of Zelenskyy. Statements that people did not actually vote for Zelenskyy or that he was the lesser evil also create a false image here. What is missing at this point is a separation of the sentiment in 2019 and how people now feel about Zelenskyy more than 2 years later. Because in the film, a direct connection and closeness are portrayed as if the election was only yesterday. The explanation for why now some people think differently, a classification of the development of polls and popularity ratings, is missing. Penn leaves the viewer alone in interpretation in a film otherwise brimming with Pennian interpretation. This is not the only weakness of the film.

This opinion excursion is rounded off with a relatively brief introduction to the essential points of Ukrainian history to understand the war and the prehistory. While Penn presents the history rather briefly and condensed, it does include the most important facts (even if some are missing). However, it is sufficient as a short introduction for an audience that, in the most likely case, has no idea of Ukrainian history and/or has only seen Ukraine and its history through the lens of Russian propaganda. Nevertheless, as a viewer who knows more about history, one could wish for a deeper digression at some points. But one could make several separate documentaries on the history of Ukraine alone. So the short historical excursion will have to suffice.

Somewhere between Goloborodko and the heroic epic

So Penn went to Ukraine to make a documentary about Zelenskyy's path to the presidency. And somehow also about Ukraine.

It is impossible to say whether the title "Superpower" was already fixed or not. However, it also has a connection to Zelenskyy. Since 2015, he has played a simple history teacher in his own series, "Servant of the People", who, by chance, becomes President overnight. The series character Goloborodko became a symbol for many Ukrainians of what a real President should be like, even if the hero sometimes struggles with his naivety, scatterbrainedness and clumsiness. Nevertheless, it was this series and this role that made Zelenskyy a possible President for many Ukrainians. The fact that Zelenskyy also seemed anti-establishment and was perceived as one of the people, without his own staging, ensured his victory, along with various other reasons.

Penn makes this connection with the title of the documentary. In one scene in the first season, Goloborodko talks to his son about the new job and admits that it is a bit more complicated than he had imagined. In the conversation, the fictional son eventually asks Goloborodko if he has superpowers. Goloborodko answers yes - his son is his superpower. And as in many moments in Zelenskyy's life, fiction and reality merge four years later during his inaugural speech. His speech also includes the anecdote about his real son Kyrylo, who, excited about his father's victory and new job, excitedly asked him if this now means that all Ukrainians are President. Zelenskyy answers this question in the affirmative in his speech and goes on to remind everyone that all Ukrainians are President, which means they have power.

At the time, one might have thought it was staged and exuberant pathos, but by 24 February 2022 at the latest, it is clear that Zelenskyy's statement was one thing above all - sincere. For he himself truly believes that he is "only" a servant of his people and that the people are President. Thus, every single Ukrainian becomes a hero, while Ukraine finds a hero in its President.

So Penn is confronted with a new story from 24 February 2022. When war breaks out, the "From Zero To President" story suddenly becomes something else entirely - a heroic epic.

The involuntary hero of Ukraine, Europe and the whole world

Whether you call it fate or coincidence, Penn is in the right place at the right time at the end of February 2022. And in every possible sense.

It takes about half of the film before you get to the part why you are actually watching the movie. Whereas the first part was rather long-winded and more information than entertainment, Penn now unpacks all the tricks of Hollywood.

As late as 23 February, Penn met with Zelenskyy for a conversation. Which, in retrospect, seems more than absurd, considering that Ukraine was expecting an attack every hour at that time and was already in war mode. Zelenskyy will again appeal to Ukrainians that evening (stay calm) and address Russia (don't start a war). Unfortunately, only hours after the conversation with Penn, Zelenskyy will receive a call in the middle of the night that the war has started. It will be the last time he will see his wife and children for months, and they will be evacuated to a safe hiding place in Ukraine in the first days of the war because hit squads commissioned by Russia have put Zelenskyy and his family on death lists. Zelenskyy will not know if he even survives the first days of the war, and Russia plans to take Ukraine in a few days.

Penn uses this basis to stylise Zelenskyy as a hero in the best Hollywood manner. A heroic image that Zelenskyy himself repeatedly rejects and dismisses throughout the war, and which should not be at all right for him. After all, it was he who, in his inaugural speech barely three years earlier, asked the MPs not to hang up pictures of him but instead to look at pictures of their children and to remember, when making any decision, that they are also deciding for their children. The fact that Zelenskyy does not see himself at the centre becomes clear repeatedly during the war. He talks about himself little and somewhat unwillingly, and it is as short as possible when he does have to talk about himself. Or he uses the opportunity to bring the conversation back to Ukraine, the war and the brave Ukrainians. What is also striking in his speeches is how little they are self-centred and how little he talks about himself. It is the image of a hero who doesn't really want to be one because he wants to leave the spotlight on over 40 million heroes in his country, as they are the real heroes for him. This is not only very generous or humble but also sets the right focus in a war that is also about the genocide of Ukrainians.

Nevertheless, he becomes a hero in the scenes with Penn in the documentary. Because when the war breaks out, it is Penn again who is allowed to visit Zelenskyy in the strictly guarded bunker on 24 February. At first glance, it may seem strange that a President has time to talk to Penn during the war, but Zelenskyy provides the explanation himself. Since the first second, Zelenskyy has very correctly realised that he can only win this war if he unites the world (or at least the "relevant" part) behind Ukraine and wins their support for the country. A Herculean task since most of the allies to be won have so far lived in happy co-existence, if not dependence, with Russia. But Zelenskyy has learned since the phone call with Trump - even if it was a hard school and lesson. He is aware that America, if nothing else, will be one of the most important allies. So he invites Penn to join him because he is counting on Penn as a mouthpiece to spread the truth about the war and to rally the American public (and thus politics) to support Ukraine. Now, critics may want to accuse Zelenskyy of calculation with this, but the truth is much simpler and is conveyed by the film: here a President is fighting for the survival of his country and his country(wo)men with all the means he has. Because, in essence, that is what it is all about: survival. Zelenskyy is a servant of his people.

However, Penn fails on this elaboration because, throughout the film, he loses himself in epochal heroic portrayals of a man who does not want to be one. Moreover, Penn misses a historic opportunity to make a film about Zelenskyy and/or the war, especially due to the fact that he is not only in Ukraine at the beginning of the war but also has direct access to Zelenskyy. But Penn's ego and the urge for Hollywood staging are greater. And so, the film is less an outstanding documentary and more a patchwork of several ideas without a congruent concept after the original idea has been changed.

And with this, a conflict in the film occurs because that Zelenskyy is actually not a hero at all makes the hero himself clear. It is precisely through his understatement that Zelenskyy himself manages to appear sympathetic and approachable in the film. It is Zelenskyy himself who, in the end, irons out the flaws in Penn's production without knowing it and creates an authentic portrait of himself. This continues seamlessly when Penn also cuts into the film a second interview with Zelenskyy months later, where Zelenskyy seems even more human but also harder through the war. So it is not Penn but Zelenskyy himself who creates special moments in the film - with a contrast between war reports and personal stories, memorable quotes or a man who seems completely unpretentious, very human and not staged. Integer and authentic, and a man who actually seems as if he stumbled into this terrible fate more by chance than anything else, but which he accepts without complaint and rises to become (and there is no getting around this term) the hero of Ukraine, Europe and the world.

Ukraine's hero is Sean Penn - and somehow also Ukraine itself

So the moments with Zelenskyy are the ones actually worth watching in the whole film. And honestly, they are also the only moments that make the movie worth seeing (despite Penn's poor performance). Unfortunately, outside the interview scenes, Penn eventually loses himself entirely in the second part of the movie in a Hollywood portrayal of a war that will undoubtedly go down in history as one of the worst European wars after 1945. Penn travels through Ukraine again, even going as far as the war zone - and presents himself as courageous and fearless, always barely avoiding danger and somewhere between superhero, war hero, warrior and journalist. Thus the suffering of Ukraine and the horror of war seem at times to become only a supporting actor in Penn's production. It is a portrayal, however, that does neither the film nor Penn much good. And most of all - it's not a fair portrayal. This also includes Zelenskyy, who, despite Penn's hero staging, is not the main character in the movie. That's Penn.

So at the end of the film (~ 2h running time), one is left somehow unsatisfied as a viewer, but this is entirely due to Penn and the content. Penn fails to let the pictures, country and country(wo)men speak for themselves. Something they would be able to do because the images are impressive at best and horrific at the worst moments.

Is it a film you can watch? Yes, because despite the weaknesses in the content and the lengthiness in some places, the first part, in particular, provides a good and, above all, real and correct view of the history of Ukraine and the country itself. In addition, one gains an insight into Zelenskyy as a person who manages to detach himself from Penn's heroic epic and Hollywood portrayal and simply appears as a human being. Moreover, the interview excerpts are worth seeing and hearing, even if they sometimes trigger an oppressive feeling when you see them now more than a year later, because you inevitably have to realise that Zelenskyy is not only (unfortunately) right with some statements, but he will also foresee coming developments. And so it seems like a bitter déjà vu that even after a year of war, Zelenskyy has to do something he already does in this film - ask for help and remind the partner countries that they cannot only give half aid.

Above all, it becomes clear that the Ukrainians are the strongest power in Ukraine. And the President is their most powerful weapon.

And so Ukraine has a country full of Presidents, and the President is a servant of his people.

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