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roo-bastmoon · 7 months

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So privacy has been violated OR...

... a smear campaign has begun.

Let's just get this new dating scandal out of the way so we can get back to buying and streaming...

Listen, I don't share unofficial content, but by now everyone in this tag knows there's a video going around that's supposed to be of JK in his apartment with Bam, walking around back-hugging and perhaps kissing a girl. Folks say there's the same couch, same wall panel, and a mood lamp.

I'm side-eyeing this because it's super grainy footage, the windows are different, the wall panel seems to be in different places in the two videos, the guy is shorter than the girl, and he's wearing a mask indoors. Plus, the account that dropped the videos supposedly posted then promptly closed up shop, which seems like they had the intention for deliberate sabotage instead of clout chasing as a sasaeng.

But people say the apartment set up seems really similar and the man has a similar hairstyle to what JK had in the beginning of 2023. So I guess it's Schrodinger's cat at this point.

(Isn't it curious that apartment-related scandals seem to happen on the day new content drops? Hmm... I digress.)

Look... If Jungkook (or Jimin) ends up dating someone else, I'm still going to support them as individuals. I'll be sad of course, because Jikook had AMAZING chemistry and I was really rooting for them to be together forever and all... but, I want them to be happy and fulfilled more than I want them to fit into any fantasy or ideas of my own.

That being said: at this very moment, half of Jimin's insta feed is about Jungkook. Most of Jungkook's lives for 2023 have JK mentioning Jimin, or even being totally focused on Jimin. There's years of super duper sus history between them. Right up to and including yesterday, where Jimin very heavily implied they are sharing Chuseok together.

It feels really weird to me that Jimin would want to tie JK's hair back neatly, call JK baby, beg JK to stay longer at his rehearsal, and joke that he can handle seeing JK naked -- but JK can't come over to shower and visit b/c Jimin says he just isn't that easy... if JK were in a relationship with someone else.

It also feels really weird to me that JK would light up like a super nova any time Jimin commented on his lives, would beg Jimin to hang out, would sing all of Jimin's songs and memorize Jimin's interview content, would travel with Jimin for his debut, then roll around naked in bed grinning and blushing while flirting with Jimin on live... if JK were in a relationship with someone else.

That would make Jungkook kind of a shitty boyfriend and Jimin kind of a shitty friend.

I know Jungkook is cultivating this cool guy/ladies man image right now and that is kinda baffling. I know friends can play-flirt, too... but to do all that on lives, after all their history together, knowing what half of Korea and ARMY thinks? Hm.

That's not "fanservice;" that's really toeing the line of queerbaiting. And it's really hard for me to imagine Jimin or Jungkook doing something like that. Jimin said he hates fake bromance stuff. (I guess anything is possible. It's a new chapter, after all. Maybe it's par for the course in idol-world.)

Hey, maybe Jikook had an amicable break up but are still really close and are fine teasing each other? Maybe they always liked to flirt but never were together? Maybe I've been reading it all wrong this whole time? Or maybe this is a bullshit video?

Whatever the reality is, I'm prepared to acknowledge it. At any time.

I'm not in a cult. I don't have to convince myself of anything. Jikook's behavior had made me think Jikook were in a relationship. If JK is dating someone else now? Okay then. I will just stop posting Jikook content and continue to help OT7 and celebrate my bias with all my heart.

No need for elaborate conspiracy theories or coping histrionics. If JK is in his Loving Women Era, good for him. Go with god, my brother. (Personally, I'd never recover from losing my chance to be with Thee Park Jimin, but that's me!)

But something about this just doesn't quite feel right. I wonder if he'll address it at all, like he did when folks filmed him in his gym or sent food to his home? Because if this is somehow real, it's a HORRIBLE invasion of privacy; home is supposed to be a safe place, and stalkers are scary.

And if it's not real, then someone is going to an AWFUL lot of trouble to overshadow Jungkook's release and upcoming album and that is unhinged. The kind of trouble that reminds me of apartment break-ins and tampered mail.

In any case, like I said: I'm ready to accept whatever the reality is, once the reality becomes clear.

I really love Jungkook. I really love Jimin. I really love BTS. They were there for me at the darkest, lowest point in my life. So whether I was right or wrong about Jikook, it doesn't really matter. In the end, I support them as far as I can.

But also, I sorta think this video may just be bullshit. So let's let them have their privacy, and focus instead on voting for Jimin and buying and streaming for JK instead, hmm? Eventually the truth will come to light.

No matter what happens, let's behave in a way that would make Jimin and Jungkook proud.

Love, Roo

#jikook #koomin

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m1ssunderstanding · 3 months

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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 19

Linda looks so good in this sort of not-quite-right preppy style. I think it fits who she was as a person in this time so well, and that’s one of the things I love about Linda is that she just dresses up as herself. You know? Like she wears things that are true to her and she doesn’t care if that means a mini-skirt in January or hairy pits on stage. And that confidence and introspection and happiness is so, so attractive.

And that is why they love him. (you know, besides the fact that he’s a piano prodigy or whatever) So secure. BDE off the charts.

Linda talking photography with whoever that other photographer guy is.

George: what could it be, Paul? John: jumps to answer for Paul like it's 1964 and they're at a press conference.

What do we think? John cut himself shaving? Or is it a hickey?

It ends up that John’s meeting must’ve fallen through at 1:30, so Paul is the only one gone. And it seems to me that John purposely plans this time when Paul’s gone to talk to George and Ringo about Klein. George: er, what did you want to talk about? John: er, well, just that I saw Klein, you know. . . . but I want to tell you all at once, you know, so it’s not . . . Sure, John. Cut to 1971 John talking about “doing a job” and “maneuvering” to get those two on the Klein boat. smh. sad.

But, really, for a guy who admits to having been a manipulator since primary school, he’s so easily manipulated. John. A man who you just met cannot know you as well as a man you’ve known since you were seventeen. No matter how he flattered you, it’s just not possible. The way he said it with such conviction, too! He sincerely believes this bullshit.

“Old Brown Shoe” is not my favorite lol but I’m so happy for George. To me, it sounds like it’s about leaving old roles, old patterns, old relationships, the beatles, behind in favor of something more exciting and fun. Good for him.

I know this is a “yeah, duh” comment, but Billy is such a gifted musician. Instantly catching on to the stylophone, jumping on guitar the minute George is on piano. So impressive.

Ugh, the tone of voice John takes with George. They’re all messing around, as they constantly do, including George, when John decides it’s time to focus. He says, “George, come on,” in literally the most condescending voice. As if George has been the only one derailing everything out of his own immaturity and John’s finally losing his patience. I can’t. He’s not fourteen, anymore, John.

One more quick Linda appreciation because she's so cool and so pretty and I love her so much.

I wonder if they actually did have a “tune up” as George Martin put it, after teasing him that they wouldn’t. It just cuts off from John being like “remember Bob Wooler” to them doing a take of “Don’t Let Me Down.”

John singing “I need you” at Paul (who is very passionately shaking that maraca). Not I want you. I need you. And making These Faces as he plays the guitar. Like, to be clear, those are not singing faces. He's not singing while he's doing that. He's just doing that. He looks so horny and in so much pain. Bro. How do you do that with God and everyone watching?

At which point, Paul decides he needs to get completely out-of-it stoned, and the most unwatchable one minute and seven seconds in all of Get Back occurs. “Grease Paint” my beloathed.

Oh, okay, George just constantly cleans his guitars. I think I remember reading an old beatlemania era article that said while John and Paul treat their guitars as tools, George loves and cares for his.

And then we pan out as John says, “Allen Klein’s here,” and sings, “I want you so bad” in the same breath. What are our thoughts? Does John sincerely think he’s helping everyone by getting Klein? Or is it more selfish?

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

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hotmessmaxpress · 1 month

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Rosquez OnlyFans AU, part 6

Still no porn, sorry. We're almost back to the porn! Marc is sad, Alex is a good baby brother, the sausage dogs make an appearance. Uccio returns.

Marc continues posting. It’s his job, and he likes doing it, but every time he logs in and doesn’t have a notification from Valentino, it’s like a fresh wound. He just wants the chance to apologize, or beg for forgiveness, or say anything. He wants to start over. He wants to go back to the way he could spend all day thinking about Valentino; the way he was consumed with affection and desire for the other man.

All along, not knowing that he was talking to Valentino Fucking Rossi.

He obsessively stalks Valentino’s social media; he was already following him on everything, but now he pays special attention. He turns on post notifications for Vale’s instagram so he can be one of the first people to like anything he posts.

Part of him wonders if Valentino will notice and block him. He contemplates DM’ing him, then realizes he probably doesn’t manage his own social media and he definitely won’t check DM’s from some random person.

He just wishes he could talk to him.

He manages to sweet talk Alex into coming to the Catalan GP with him. Tickets are easy to get, and it’s not like he has to miss work for it.

“He’s not going to spot you in the grandstand, recognize your face, and decide to fall in love with you,” Alex says, flatly, as Marc is completing his 47-step skincare routine as they prepare to leave on the Friday of the GP.

“Fuck off,” Marc says, as if he hadn’t fantasized about that very scenario. “The universe will make something happen. I just want a chance to talk to him.”

“He’s racing, Marc. What, do you expect him to pull off to the side of the track and stop for a chat?”

“I’ll see him in the paddock,” he responds, with a huff.

“When will you be in the paddock?”

“We have passes,” Marc says with a grin.

Alex rolls his eyes.

“You think Valentino Rossi will make an appearance for a paddock tour? Bullshit. And even if he did, he wouldn’t stop to talk. Even if he does recognize you, which he probably won’t, unless you take your cock out, which will just get us removed from the paddock. How much did you spend on those, anyway?”

Marc huffs.

“Stop being an asshole and let’s go.”

The paddock is crowded and overwhelming, even on a Friday. Marc is grateful for Alex’s height, as he tugs Marc along. He is temporarily stunned out of his quest to see Vale by running into Dani Pedrosa.

“Oh! Sorry!” Dani says, and Marc stares at him with wide eyes.

“Are you okay?” Dani asks, incredulously.

“I’m fine!” Marc says, voice coming out entirely too high. “Will you sign my hat?”

Dani laughs and signs his hat, as well as Alex’s. He doesn’t have time to stay to chat, but Marc is nearly wheezing from nerves as he walks away anyway.

“That was worth whatever you paid for these, even if you don’t see your boyfriend,” Alex says, cradling his hat in his hands.

They wander a little bit longer, making a point to linger near the Yamaha motorhome.

“Hey!” Marc hears. “You!”

He and Alex turn to see an angry man walking their way. Marc shares a look with his brother.

“You are Marc, no?” the man says, and for a moment Marc wonders if Vale has noticed him. Maybe his fairytale is falling into place.

“Yes!” he says, smiling at the man.

“You can’t be here,” he says, at once crushing Marc’s hopes and dreams. “You cannot be here. You have to leave.”

“But we have-” Alex says, trying to step in.

“No,” the man says, holding up a hand. “Security is on the way. You need to leave and not come back.”

“But-”

“No!” the man says.

At that point, security arrives. They escort Marc and Alex from the paddock, and Marc’s hands are shaking by the time they leave.

He manages to charm security into not cancelling their tickets for the race, just their paddock access, but it’s still a punch to the chest.

He stews in his hurt and anger all weekend, and watching Vale win the race doesn’t help. He wants to yell at Vale. He wants to fight him and make him feel as terrible as he has made Marc feel. He has no way of doing that.

The only thing he can think of at this point is to send him a DM. He knows it won’t go to him, and will most likely be deleted by some poor PR person who works for him, but he sends it anyway. He pours out all his anger and frustration and hurt. You didn’t have to kick me out of the paddock, he adds as an afterthought. I was with my brother. We weren’t doing anything other than trying to see you. What you’ve done is cruel. All I wanted was to talk to you, as a fan and a friend.

By the time he sends it he’s worked himself up into crying, and he bullies Alex into snuggling up with him and the sausage dogs to watch a movie.

They’re almost done with the movie when Marc’s phone lights up with an Instagram notification.

#would it be funny if the next part was just like 'marc sees that vale has blocked him on everything and they never speak again the end'#I WON'T DO THAT I PROMISE #but what if I did #onlyfans au #vr46 #mm93 #rosquez

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misc-obeyme · 10 months

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So uh... Lesson 18 huh??

I'd just like to say that the juxtaposition of Lesson 18 being all sad and serious with the new event being all ridiculous was both weird and kinda nice? Like I needed that event to cheer me up after Lesson 18 almost made me cry.

Anyway, let's talk about it! Lesson 18 spoilers below!

Okay. I've seen some speculation that perhaps Lesson 20 won't be the end of season one. However, I don't think that's going to happen.

I think they're gonna pull some time travel shenanigans on us again. Or Nightbringer is gonna show up and deus ex machina this mess. Or the solution to everything is for MC to just make a pact with all seven brothers at the same time. Solomon did say that he thought they could do that in a past lesson. And if they do it all at once, it wouldn't take that long? Hmmm.

Anyway, I could speculate all day, but there were some really interesting things that happened in this lesson that I'd rather talk about.

First of all, Diavolo pulling out the Prince Voice on Raphael had me going OHHHHH lol.

I honestly love Diavolo's different sides. It makes him feel so real, you know?

SPOILERS FOR HARD LESSON 18 (just skip this paragraph in case you haven't gotten to it yet!)

And I feel like that really is even more evident in the hard lesson where he talks to Barbatos about the difference between his head and his heart. And how all he really wants is for the brothers to be happy. Which was so dang sweet. And Barbatos just gives him that whole speech about what a great king he's gonna be. I was like I can't with these two.

HARD LESSON SPOILERS OVER

Anyway, the fact that Diavolo can just step into this Prince persona and be a leader when he needs to, but then he's just a silly guy when he's not needing to do that is very realistic to me. A lot of people have different versions of themselves that they only show at certain times or to certain people. Gives his character a lot of dimension, in my opinion!

And oh... can we talk about Mammon?

My precious baby. I wanted to hug him so bad. I wanted him to continue to chew out Raphael. I mean, I know Raph is kinda just the messenger here, but I felt like Mammon was actually saying what everyone was feeling, but was too restrained to say. For some reason, everyone was just kind of letting Diavolo take the lead (and I guess that makes sense, he is the Prince after all and Raphael is basically saying they'll go to war over this). But Mammon was like oh hell no.

I agreed with him entirely. The Celestial Realm can go fuck off. I was NOT expecting this to be about the fact that the brothers have power in the Devildom now. Like are you kidding me? THAT is your big concern? Should've thought about that before you threw them out, GOD.

And when Raphael was like are you questioning Father's word to Lucifer and Luci just kinda got sad looking, I was like YES QUESTION HIM because Lucifer and his brothers deserve better than this bullshit.

It really feels like the Celestial Realm booted them out because the bros did something they didn't like, but now they've realized they made a mistake. So to get them back, they're gonna go down to the Devildom and threaten them.

Are they trying to get us to hate the Celestial Realm? Is that the goal here? I don't, obviously, but I think this was a pretty shitty move considering all that these guys have been through.

BUT THEN THE BROTHERS COMIN THROUGH WITH THE WE WON'T LEAVE SATAN

when I tell you I was crying... it was Belphie's fault.

Pretty sure this was the line that made me tear up, but then we get the same sentiment from Beel and Asmo about not leaving Satan behind and I was just like that was MY HEART you guys just shattered.

Now let's talk about Solomon and Barbatos in 18-A, shall we?

Please refer to this collection of screenshots featuring my true love dishing out some real insults.

WOW. Let him have it, Barb.

I don't know what Solomon did, but I do find this exchange incredibly interesting. Note that Solomon is wearing his human world outfit here. I kind of think human-world-outfit-wearing-Solomon is the imposter. He's the one who talked about the pact with Asmo first, where it didn't fit with his later version of the story. He was also the one who pushed all the brothers into Asmo's tub and therefore also the one who then made a pact with Asmo. He was also the one who commanded Barb to make a portal when he didn't want to and who had the discussion with Nightbringer.

I'm just sayin... maybe he doesn't know why Barb is mad at him 'cause we got more than one Solomon running around...

Buuut I could be completely off base here. We'll see, I guess!

This could all be resolved by the end of Lesson 20, you never know with this game lol.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer lesson 18 #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me nightbringer lesson 18 spoilers #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon #obey me raphael #misc talks about characters #misc rambles

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vaspider · 1 year

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If you think that Joel was wrong, I don't want you anywhere near me.

Let's talk about the last episode.

I'm going to say right up front that I'm a parent, and I'm a survivor of medical abuse, so I'm not going to brook any bullshit or clownery in the notes of this post. I block easily and freely, and if what I say in this post makes you feel sad or defensive, I encourage you to sit with those feelings and interrogate why you're feeling so defensive, because to me, this is extremely cut and dry.

Joel was right. Marlene was wrong. There is no argument to be had here, because this is the Trolley Problem, With Zombies!

Let me be clear: there is no world in which I let them do anything like that to my child, but more importantly, there is no world in which I let them do that to Cat without her active, informed consent. That's where there's no argument to be had. That's where it is open and shut, no discussion, if you think that there is an argument you are just wrong.

There is no nuance on this for me, and that's probably because I am a victim of medical abuse, doctors doing things to me without my informed consent. I find it hard to empathize with people who think there's any nuance in it at all, however. You cannot build a new, just world on the abuse, medical rape, and murder of a child. You just can't. This is the Trolley Problem writ large, and the only moral answer is that the only way to do that would be with Ellie's informed, active consent.

There are decisions my daughter has made which changed her life forever, and made it (at minimum) much, much more difficult, and which might shorten her lifespan or kill her. I supported her in this because she made that decision. It was not made for her. So I have absolutely clear-eyed perspective on this as a parent, and I don't think there's room for another perspective.

Oh, so people might die if Ellie isn't at minimum lobotomized and at worst killed? Yeah, that's the same argument that forced birthers make. No one has a right to any part of my body or anything within it without my consent, and saying otherwise is exactly the same argument that the people who think that people shouldn't be able to get abortions make, it only differs in scale.

It reminds me of the old joke where a man asks a woman if she'd sleep with him for a million dollars, and she agrees, and he says, okay, so what about five dollars? The woman gets irate and says "what kind of woman do you take me for?" And the man replies, "We've already established what kind of woman you are, now we're just haggling over price."

If generic-you think it's okay to take Ellie's body and use it without her permission to save a million people, you're the same kind of person who thinks it's okay to force someone to carry a pregnancy to term. It's already been established that you think that people don't have a right to their body if someone else "needs" it, so we know what kind of person you are. Now we're just haggling over the price. I know that's wording it very strongly and I stand by it, because I've dealt with exactly this kind of paternalistic nonsense, and it did almost kill me. No one is justified in making any decisions about my body but me. Period.

And before we have folx coming in here talking about vaccines, etc.? Listen. If I choose not to vaccinate myself, and I'm excluded from things as a result, then that's a decision that I have made. I don't think people should be physically forced to be vaccinated, but groups of people get to consent or not consent, as a group, via laws, about being around someone who will physically make them sick. The key difference here is about who is doing what to whom, and whether someone is acting upon another person. Walking past someone in public in a leather harness isn't going to modify their organs via pathogen; walking past someone spreading a pathogen that hangs out in the air for hours out of your gaping, infectious piehole is actively doing something to other people.

Joel was right. Thank you, goodnight.

#tlou #tlou spoilers

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thedaredevilsgirl · 2 years

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Just Not Enough For You-Part 1

Warning: friends with benefits, angst (reader is insecure about her appearance and personality, jealous, comparison, drinking) this was inspired by the song Nada Contra by Clarissa (it's a Brazilian song, I know that most here speak English, but I still recommend listening to it, it's very good).

A/N: To be honest this idea seemed better in my head and didn't come out exactly as I wanted, but I still liked the final result so I decided to post it. Part two will probably be posted early next week. Hope you like it💗

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Your mind kept repeating the word as you went outside the Hard Deck with the excuse of getting some air, not that it was a lie, it was actually quite hard to breathe in the same environment as Jake and the miss perfect.

Of course you wanted him to be happy, that's why you broke the deal with Jake, to set him free so that he could find someone better to love, someone as perfect as he was, someone who certainly wasn't you.

Why were you so sad? It was all your fault, he was only with her because you let him go, so why are you so sad?

"I think this better be the last time" you say picking your clothes up quickly from the floor.

"Wait, what?" Jake asked so confused, he thought everything was going so well, and it was true "I thought you liked this, what about our deal?"

The damn deal, friends with benefits, how to continue with the deal when you had broken the biggest rule of it, no falling in love, just fuck, get something out of your system and enough is enough. Jake made it very clear he wasn't after a relationship, and you thought the same until that stupid smile captured your heart and you realized you were totally in love with him.

"I like it, but we can't go through with it."

"Why?" he asked still so confused as he watched you put on your clothes instead of his shirt and lay down to sleep next to him like you always did on the nights you had sex (and even on the ones you did nothing).

"I...I just think that we should be sleeping with other people, I mean of course we should, meeting new people and not getting stuck in this bullshit" you say as if it doesn't hurt.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, I'm sure" big liar.

You start to retreat from the room, ready to leave when you hear him calling your name, almost like a broken whisper.

"We're still friends, right?" you could swear you saw pain flash through his eyes, but it should be something from your imagination.

"Yes, friends" you smile and hope he doesn't realize it's fake, and finally walk away.

This couldn't go on, not when you knew he didn't want anything serious, not with you, not when he can get something better, it was better to end it now and hope the pain was less.

But wasn't, was tearful.

It didn't even take a month before there was another girl in your place, the beautiful and gorgeous Jude, they were already on their third date and God she was pretty and a wonderful person which only made it even worse.

You didn't want to compare yourself, but it was impossible to stop the negative thoughts about yourself when she was around.

That's why you left the bar, not being able to take it anymore but still unable to avoid watching them from the window outside.

You see Jake put his arm around her shoulders and whisper something in her ear that makes she laugh.

Why did they have to look so perfect together?

The smile on his face slowly disappears as his gaze crosses yours on the other side of the window.

"Shit" you say to yourself as you look away and take a long sip of your drink trying to erase the shame of being caught in the act.

"Are you feeling okay?" Jake asks a few minutes later standing next to you.

"Yeah, I just needed to take a breather, the bar seemed pretty crowded tonight" was a great excuse, Jake knew you hated crowds.

The two of you stare at each other for a long minute, not knowing how to continue that conversation, drowning in those unspoken words and undisclosed feelings.

"You look beautiful" he finally says and he sounded so sincere.

You wondered if he noticed that that was his favorite dress, the same one he would always gently pull off your body, the one he said made you look like an angel.

"My beautiful angel" was what he said before he kissed you for the first time that night on the beach.

"my angel" whispered between your thighs before finally making you his, Just his.

The silence hangs again, he couldn't look away, but he quickly shakes his head, drawing from it whatever thought was making him confused at that moment.

"Well, I have to go, I promised to take Jude home so..." He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Okay," is all you can say without bursting into tears.

"I...take care and be well okay?"

You nod and watch him leave with Jude at his side.

It was their third date, you knew they would probably be doing more than kissing that night, the mere thought of him touching her made your stomach churn, giving her the pleasure that only a few weeks ago he was giving only to you.

You get back inside the bar as quickly as possible.

"Penny" you catch the attention of the woman behind the counter "Give me a glass of the strongest drink you have."

"Are you sure dear?"

"Yes, please."

"Are you okay?" Phoenix asks sitting down next to you already knowing everything that had happened to you and Hangman.

"Fine" you say before turning the entire shot over in one go once Penny has placed it on the counter "Everything is wonderfully fine, one more shot please."

━─┈✩☽🌑☾✩┈─━

Hello" Jake speaks with his voice still hoarse from sleep.

"Bangman" he hears your inebriated voice on the other end of the line and it is enough for him to wake up automatically getting worried about you "My favorite pilot, my Jake" you give a short chuckle.

"Are you okay? Where are you?" he quickly gets out of bed ready to pick you up no matter where you are.

"My Jake...but you're not mine are you? And it's all my fault" by the tone of your voice you make it clear that you were crying.

"Honey what are you talking about? Please tell me where you are."

"It's all my fault" you repeat "Jude is beautiful, you really did well to choose her, the two of you are perfect together, it even annoys me."

"I... What's going on angel, please, I'm getting worried" Jake says.

"Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against her, the truth is I wish I was in her place, the truth is I am dying of jealousy here" you laugh again, but there was no amusement there, just pain "I know I was the one who ended our arrangement, but the truth is I couldn't go on, I couldn't because I love you, I love you so much it hurts, I ended it all because I knew you would never love me back, why would you love me? I can spend hours here talking about all your qualities and I'm just me, you can have models, beautiful and funny girls, and I know I'm good enough to be a casual fuck but never good enough to be a girlfriend, I'm easy to forget, easy to replace, it wouldn't be any different this time right, that's why I let you go" Jake only realizes he was crying now, with the excruciating pain of hearing the woman he love talking so badly about herself.

"Angel, please listen to me, this is not true, none of this is..."

"My God, what are you doing? No calling guys when you're drunk" he hears Phoenix's voice on the other end of the line before can continue speaking "Jake, I'm sorry about that" he is a little more relieved to know you had someone with you.

"Natasha, where are you guys? I'm going to go get her right now."

"Nat, give me back my phone, I need to tell Jakey that I love him even if I am insufficient to him" you speak in the background.

"We are at The Hard Deck, I can take care of her, but Jake...she needs you."

#jake 'hangman' seresin fluff #jake seresin fluff #hangman fluff #jake hangman seresin angst #jake seresin angst #hangman angst #jake hangman seresin smut #jake seresin smut #hangman smut #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #hangman x you #jake hangman x reader

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scientistservant · 4 days

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I'm sorry for sending in another ask 🙈 But I need to know your opinion, as I haven't had a chance to read it. Sooooooo, why is Long Live The Pumpkin Queen, bad? Did they fuck up the doc and Sally that badly? Like are we talking about Love Never Dies level of shitty? (musical sequel to Phantom of the opera that most of us fans loathe.)

Oh boy, okay

This is gonna be long, please bare with me 😭

So the book completely changes/“fixes” Sally’s origins. She wasn’t a creation, or never even FROM Halloween Town.

She’s a special princess of dolls from “Dream Town” and has parents who are also dolls. She was kidnapped from her bedroom when she was like 12 by Finkelstein.

This is fucking bullshit.

How she even physically ages or how dolls can even conceive is never brought up or explained. Nor is how Fink even kidnapped her in the first place. The book and author just expects you to accept this new canon, which conveniently comes out like three decades after the source material.

Because the book is in first person and in Sally’s point of view we NEVER hear any perspective or proper explanation from Fink or any other character about anything.

Fink is just reduced to a one-dimensional villain who kidnapped Sally all because he apparently can’t create life or bring things back to life via science. You know… HIS FUCKING JOB.

He despises that Jack and Sally get married, despite that Fink would be ecstatic at this (Sally’s his creation and Jack one of his very old friends.)

Sally is also reduced to a one-dimensional protagonist who never questions anything and every third word from her mouth/brain is either “sad”, “ragdoll”, or “stitches/seams”.

She just believes these two doll people who she’s never met before, and doesn’t bother to leave “Dream Town” to ask the elderly scientist she’s known for her entire existence about this (not to mention everyone in the entire world including the holiday realms are dead asleep at this point at this part in the book anyway…)

Oh yeah, the book has a main villain too, surprisingly. It’s not Fink, even though the book certainly treats him like it.

It’s the fake ruler of “Dream Town”, Sandman, who’s actually kind of cool and creepy. But his reasoning for his villainy is bullshit, just like everything else in this damn book.

He’s just tired.

Yeah.

The Sandman is tired because he can’t sleep and his sand doesn’t work on him so he can’t get to sleep. You’d think a being as powerful and seemingly dangerous as this guy wouldn’t need sleep, but apparently he does. He’s cranky and needs a nap with his blanky, boo-fucking-hoo.

The ONLY thing I actually sort of enjoyed in the book was the bit where Sandman was stalking Halloween Town, putting everyone to sleep, and Sally was hiding from him. That was actually kind of suspenseful and I wish Sandman was that threatening throughout.

And does Sandman get any punishment for taking over “Dream Town” and putting everyone in an eternal sleep?

Nope. But FINK gets punished! Firstly, Jack completely believes these two random doll creatures he has never met before and that say they’re Sally’s parents. He yells at Fink, without asking his dear old friend if any of this is even true. And then Fink gets 100 years of prison and community service, which is stupid because why the fuck would Holiday realm laws, much less HALLOWEEN TOWN laws, function the same as the real world’s?

Speaking of which, apparently Halloween Town’s an actual monarchy, and the Pumpkin King isn’t just a cool title for the face/mascot/figurehead of the realm. The book even lampshades this, but doesn’t take this anywhere further aside from Sally complaining she has to wear a crown and Jack doesn’t.

This whole book is stupid and I will never accept it as canon, ever.

What sucks about this is that I fucking PREORDERED the book! I thought it was gonna be a story about how and why Sally was created, and get some backstory/lore for Fink, as well as explanation of why his relationship with his creation got so bad. Maybe a little extra plot of how Sally and Jack met.

But it didn’t. I fucking cried. This book made me cry my fucking eyes out, out of anger and betrayal because my favourite character and his creation/daughter was butchered.

After reading the whole thing I threw the book in a little library and never looked back.

I’m still working on a complete and total rewrite/fix-it-fic, it’s just gotten put on the back-burner because of other projects I’m currently working/fixated on. Apologies for that. But I promise it won’t be forgotten!

EDIT: Oh yeah, and the Holiday rulers have a meeting about climate change. Because Holidays have super importance with the weather or some shit. I’m not fucking kidding.

EDIT 2: The author is also a New York Times best-seller which is already pretty suspicious since that is basically a huge scam. The book has hundreds of 4-5 star reviews that don't even really get into the specifics of WHY it's good. They're all either extreme Jack x Sally fans (the book starts off with them getting married and Sally's main dilemma is worrying about being "a good enough queen") that like anything tnbc/Jally related OR a bunch of people were paid to give this book glowing reviews.

#the nightmare before christmas #tnbc #long live the pumpkin queen #sally finkelstein #sally skellington #dr. finkelstein

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lostfirefly · 26 days

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Life Must Have It's Mysteries (Ch.9)

I'm dying to share the new chapter with you! The idea for this chapter visited me at the very beginning of the story. And maybe it is a bit bad, but I wanted to include it in one of the chapters :) I also like the idea that for the girl he loves, Buggy would do anything. English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Masterlist is here.

Description: Catherine's trapped. Will Buggy save her?

Warnings: Fun, fluff, arguing, sadness (have some tissues ready), adventure, inappropriate jokes, swearing (as always). Shitty shit again:)

Words: 4251

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @rorywritesjunk, @yujo-nishimura (I hope you still like it!)

The title is taken from “Life Must Have It's Mysteries” by Hans Zimmer (OST Inferno).

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

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“What did you do?” Buggy stared at the bars. His eyes were wide and jaw dropped.

“I didn't do anything! I just ran my hand along the wall.”

“So maybe you shouldn’t run your hands along these fucking walls? Maybe you stepped on something there?” He tried to pull the bars. “Not moving! Fuck!! Can you get through these things?” He examined the gate from floor to ceiling.

“Are you kidding me?” Catherine tried to push herself between the bars. “Of course not. Look at the walls, maybe there are some drawings or something else there.”

Catherine examined the walls from her side, Buggy checked the walls from the other side.

“Nothing! I see nothing!” There was panic in his voice. “What should I do?”

“What?”

“You always tell me what to do. Look at this, Buggy. Click on this, Buggy. Put your pants on, Buggy. That's why we got this far. You're the only reason we got all the pieces of the fucking sceptre together. I couldn't have done it alone. I don't have too many brains.” He scratched his head. “Wait! Did you take an axe or something else?”

“The axe. Here!” She quickly pulled out a hatchet from her bag and gave it to him.

“Move away!”

“But...”

“Catherine, motherfucker, move away!” Buggy growled through his teeth.

“Don't get mad!” She barked back.

“I’m not mad!”

“You call me by my full name, that means you're angry at me!” Catherine said loudly and came closer to the grate.

“Seriously? You want to talk about this now? Well, okay! What kind of reaction were you expecting? We're somewhere at the bottom of the fucking pyramid, where even tourists don't go. You're sitting in some fucking Egyptian bullshit because of your curiosity. I cannot get you out. Why wouldn't I be angry? Move away!”

Catherine pressed herself closer to the corner and watched as Buggy hit the goal with his pickaxe several times with all his might.

“It doesn’t open! Why doesn’t it open?” He kicked the gate angrily.

“Buggy, stop. It cannot be opened. It’s a fucking trap.” Catherine whispered and closed her eyes. “That's it, I'll die here.”

“What? No! There must be a way out. Are you planning to stay there? No way! I cannot lose you too!” Buggy looked around the walls.

“I don't like to be a pessimist, my love. But you can't open it. This is perhaps some old punishment cell for thieves, or maybe a place for errant slaves. Which does not open like a regular door. Sometimes the guilty were released into such cells and they simply waited for their end.” Catherine walked up to the bars, leaned her back against the wall, and sank to the ground. “I don't know. I'm sorry.” She said quietly.

“For what?” Buggy sat down opposite the grate, leaning on another part of the wall.

“For dragging you here. For appearing in your life at all. If it weren’t for me, you'd be partying with some girl on the loose right now.” Catherine bent her legs and rested her forehead on her knees.

“Cotton candy,” Buggy slipped his hand between the bars and took her hand. “I'm not very good at this romantic stuff of yours. But don't apologize for showing up in my life, please. You… Y-You're the best gift of fate for a pathetic loser like me.”

“You're not a loser.” Catherine replied quietly, running her finger along his arm. “Try to find a way out. I'll die here in a few days. You'll find yourself another girl and live with her. And in your head, I'll remain just some girl who stupidly walked into a small room and got stuck in it forever.”

“Are you out of your mind? Why would I want another girl? No one will piss me off and amuse me at the same time the way you do.” He grinned, resting the back of his head against the wall and exhaled. “You made me pancakes.”

“What?” Catherine raised her head.

“Well, you keep cracking up and wanting to know when I.. when I fell in love with you. Remember, after our adventure, I took you and your sister back to my house.” Buggy leaned closer to the grate and rested his head on it.

“Yeah.”

“After the first night…”

“I'm surprised you didn't hit on me, by the way.” Catherine giggled and saw him start to blush.

“Damn! Do you want to know the story, or are you just gonna mock me?” He glanced at her and his cheeks burnt.

“I wanna know! Let this be the last good story.” Catherine squeezed his hand and closed her eyes.

“Nah, my little pie, there will be many more. So… Don't interrupt. I'm having a hard time telling it. I woke up the next morning because I smelled something yummy in the kitchen.”

“Why am I not surprised you fell for the food?” She ran the tips of her fingers over his knuckles.

“Fuck you, honestly. Why do you always do this? Ok. I didn't realize what the smell was at first. So I walked into the kitchen, and there you were in your zebra pajama pants cooking me pancakes. You were humming a song while you were making them. You still do it, by the way. I call it “a pancake song.”

“You're so cute. And I’m humming? Really? Didn't notice.” Catherine felt Buggy's hand start shaking during the story and began stroking her thumb over his arm.

“Yes, you are. Well.. I remember you turned around to me with a plate, smiled and told me to sit down to breakfast. And I.. I looked at you and thought, “fuck, I.. I love her! I wanna wake up in the same bed with her, be in her arms, see her smile, see stupid pants with animals and eat these pancakes for the rest of my life.” Embarrassment made Buggy redder than his nose. “May I say no more?”

“I remember that morning, too. You piled into the kitchen, suffering from a hangover, wearing only your pajama pants. So hot and sexy. But I really didn't think you were happy that I was there.” Catherine looked at him with the corner of her eye.

“I'm not a complete jerk, cotton candy. Come on! The most beautiful girl in the world is sleeping at my place and then making me breakfast. Usually the girls just ran away in the morning while I was still sleeping.”

“Okay, it should be fair play. Do you want me to confess? I wanted to come over to your couch on the first night. But my sister kept talking, and I couldn't leave. All I could think was, “shut up, I love him and I want to tell him that right now”. And when I came out to see you, you were already asleep.”

Buggy giggled and scratched the back of his head. “I didn't sleep then. I was.. I was under the covers, pretending to be asleep. Well. I liked you, so I.. I don't know. I heard your footsteps and got scared. I couldn't think of anything better than lying still on the bed.”

“You're unbelievable.” She laughed and cleared her throat. “Listen, can you tell me one more story? How do you get out of jail? And why do you keep that prison photo in your wallet? But if you're not ready, that's okay. Tell this to my mummy later.”

“I don't keep that photo in my wallet. I just hid it. I don't know, I was afraid you'd find it and leave me. But you're not gonna get off my back on the prison thing, are you? Well…” Buggy squeezed her hand, and scratched his cheek with his other hand. He exhaled and told the story of the escape.

Catherine couldn't stop laughing. “First, I won't leave you until I’ll die in this cage. Second. Really? You had help from a sixteen-year-old kid? The great clown Buggy had teamed up with a teenager. Delightful! And that's how that wax man knows you.” She looked at his face, which was all red with embarrassment, and stroked his hand.

“Fuck you. Stop laughing at me!” He scowled.

“I’m not! Thanks for telling me. Too bad you can't split up and sneak in here. I'd hug you goodbye. I’m so happy I met you. I love you so, so much, my Buggy Bear. Remember that, okay?”

“I love y~… Cathie-pie. Wait!” Buggy got up abruptly from his seat and ran somewhere.

“What?” Catherine got up off the floor and tried to poke her head between the bars. “Ouch! Where are you?”

“There's something here!” He shouted out of the darkness.

“What's in there? I can barely see anything out here. Do you have some kind of clown night vision or something?”

“Shut up! I don't know, some kind of shit.”

“Wow, Buggy the Clown. You're just a master of descriptions. Some shit. What does it look like?”

“I don't know. A small board with squares on it.”

“Describe m~. Oh, my God!” Catherine jerked sharply away from the grate, seeing his flying hand. “At least give me a warning that you're sending your parts to me.”

“Give me something, I'll show you what I see.”

She placed a pad and pen in his hand, and the hand disappeared into the darkness. “Buggy? Are you still there?”

“I'm coming!” Buggy walked over to the cage and showed her the drawing. “There's this thing.”

“What the fuck is it?” Catherine stared at awkwardly drawn curved lines. “How old are you? Five years old? Can't you draw at all?”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, I'm sorry I didn't take an academic drawing class, somehow I didn't think that fucking skill would come in handy in my thirties when I'm stuck at the bottom of the fucking pyramid. Actually, I thought you were going to send me a phone.”

“Wa~. I..” Catherine was silent for a second. “You're pissing me off.”

“That's great! You send me a fucking notebook, and I'm pissing you off.” Buggy leaned sideways against the cage and crossed his arms.

“Lord knows, I'll come to you in spirit and ruin your life.” Catherine shook her head and looked at the drawing. “Wait. This looks like a senet.”

“What the fuck is this? Is this another fucking god?”

“No, it's a game. There's a legend that this game was thought to be an amulet of a guide to the world of the dead. But there's also a myth that it was the game of the god Thoth. He created this game to win the soul of the goddess Nut from the moon god Khonsu. I told you about that too, but I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot.” Catherine waved her hand at him. “Because it was in the first pyramid, and then we spent the night in a motel where you ruined me in every way possible.” She blushed.

“Oh! I remember that night! Trust me, that hot sex session we had there superseded any memory of those dead gods." Buggy giggled idiotically.

“Geez! Wipe that satisfied smile off your face, clown.” Catherine narrowed her eyes. “Do you have at least something stuck in your head?”

“If you wanna know the answer, ask me something next time you stand naked in front of me. Or you’ll lie naked under me. " He winked at her.

“You're disgus~ Wait!” She began to look around the floor, walls, and ceiling. “There's a sign of Osiris on the ceiling. And in the corners is Thoth, Nut. And there's Khonsu in the middle. Why didn't I notice them right away?”

“You were too busy nagging me.” Buggy said mockingly.

“Fuck you, honestly. This isn't a punishment cell. We're apparently in some sort of burial chamber. Wait!" Catherine pulled a notebook and the map out of her bag and quickly flipped through the pages. “Oh, my God! It's written right here. Don't get me wrong, but I think you're going to have to play this game to win my soul from the moon god.”

“Excuse me?” Buggy goggled at Catherine and his head separated from his body in surprise. “I have no idea how to play it!” He reattached his head back to his body. “Is there no other way? I don't know. Recite some Egyptian spell again. You're always muttering something under your breath and all that shit opens up.”

“What is the probability that a room with a game in it, and gods painted on the floor playing it, has nothing to do with this cell? I'm sorry, I don't have the magic dust to open the fucking door. All I have is you, clown!” Catherine answered angrily and pointed her index finger at Buggy.

“But I don't know how to play this fucking game. I can't do it.” He raised his voice.

“Buggy, you're panicking!”

“Yeah, I'm panicking. Join me! I’m sorry, cotton candy, but I'm clearly not fit to be a savior.” He leaned his back against the gate.

“Hey!” Catherine softened her voice, came closer to the grate, took his hand and looked at him. “What are you saying? You’ve already saved me so many times. Why don’t you believe in yourself? You’re smart, although you don’t use your brains sometimes. Come on, free me from the clutches of the moon god. Only the love of my life can do this. Otherwise, I will come to you in the form of a ghost and will torture you until your last breath.” She reached her other hand through the bars and stroked his hair. “I believe in you, my blue-haired hero.”

Buggy exhaled heavily. “Alright. Let's do it. There's no choice anyway. Tell me how to play it.”

“Look. The game consists of 30 squares, referred to as houses.” Catherine began to show him the drawing.

“Houses?”

“Don't interrupt me! But yes! These squares are arranged in three rows, with ten houses in each row. Each gamer has 5 pieces or figures, call them as you want. Only one piece can be placed in each house at a time. Also, you have 4 sticks. These are usually popsicle sticks with one side painted black and the other painted white. When it's your turn, you'll throw the sticks. And I will tell you how many steps to move the pieces. The goal of the game is to get all of your pieces off the board before the other player. At the beginning of the game, you must place your pieces on the first row. Player 1 will place his pieces on the first, third, fifth, seventh, and ninth houses. Player 2 should place his pieces on the second, fourth, sixth, eighth, and tenth houses.”

“Player 2?” Buggy asked. “Where can I find the second player? Are you suggesting that I should play with an imaginary friend? Or dig up a mummy?”

Catherine examined the walls again. “No. With me. You'll have to play with me. Of course! I'm sitting here, next to all these gods. If you win, they'll free me. If not, then I'll stay here.” She shrugged cheerfully and smiled.

“And you're so calm about it?” He blinked. “It was easier to escape from prison than to solve these fucking Egyptian riddles. Only this box is nailed there. How to play?”

“So you’ll sit there and tell me everything. How will you come up with drawings like these...” She drew them on a piece of paper. “Let me know. Oh, and also the pieces have to move straight along the line, and when you get to the end of the line, you stand on the next line and move to the other side of the board. Like that. In the shape of a Z letter.” She drew a diagram of the movement. “Just bring me my sticks. I'll throw them and tell you how many steps to move my pieces.”

Buggy sent one of his hands for the sticks, while the other held Catherine's hand. She felt a shiver in his hand and began stroking her finger across his palm. The hand quickly went back and brought the sticks, and he gave it to Catherine.

“Well, I'm off to rescue you from that Egyptian shit.” He kissed her hand and disappeared into the darkness.

Catherine heard a noise and a muttering and chuckled softly. “He can't help but grunt.” She whispered under her breath. “You okay in there? Ready?”

Buggy sat down on the floor with a lurch. “Wait a little while. I'm arranging the pieces according to your drawing. Done. Ready now.” He picked up the sticks in his hands, shook them a little, and threw them on the floor. “Throwing. Two white and two black.”

“Shit. Then move two steps forward! But you lose your next move! Then I throw twice.” Catherine began to write down all the moves in a notebook.

“It’s a good start. Fuck!!” He muttered. “Shit. One. Two. Done!” They both fell silent. “You're alive, cotton candy? Have the mummies of the Egyptian gods come for you yet?”

“Go to hell and don't scare me! I'm fine! Throwing sticks! Three black and one white. And then an extra move. My piece must now stand in place of yours. Get yours off the board, you've lost one of your army.”

“Fuck! I told you, I’m a bad player!”

“It's okay. I'm throwing it. Three black, one white. One step forward. And I have an extra turn again. Damn! Throwing! Yes! Two white and two black. I lose my turn.” Catherine made another note.

“Got it! One. Two. Done! Throwing! Three white and one black sides.” Buggy carefully rearranged the figures.

“Shit! Three steps forward and you lose your move!”

“What the fuck? Fucking Egyptian games!!” Buggy muttered.

“Everything is fine! Calm down, please. Throwing! Two black, two white. I lose my turn, but you lose your piece again. Now there are only three left.”

“How am I supposed to win? Only three pieces left!” Catherine could hear the irritation in his voice.

“It's okay. Throw it!”

“Damn! Four black and one white.” Buggy exhaled heavily.

“Yes! Move five steps forward and throw again.”

“Oh, I like that! One, two… five. Throwing again! Two white and two black.”

“Two steps forward and you miss a move. I throw. Four white. Move my chip four steps forward and I throw again. Three steps forward. I lose a move, but you lose a piece.” Catherine continued to cross out boxes on her notepad.

“Can you stop doing that? Fuck! How do I get to the end with two pieces?” He growled through his teeth.

“I didn't make the rules, Buggy!”

“Fuck! I'm throwing! Two black and two white.” He mumbled loudly.

“Move to two. And you lose a move!” She heard him growl back. “It's all right! I'm throwing it! Okay, I have four whites and I throw again.”

“One. Two. Four. Done!” Buggy mumbled.

“Cool! Now it's my turn again. Three whites and I lose the move.”

“Got it! One, two. Three. How are we doing?” Buggy asked loudly.

“The moon god or Osiris are winning so far.” Catherine replied with a nervous laugh in her voice.

“Fucking Osiris! Four black.”

“Haha, you can be proud of yourself, clown. You knocked out one of my pieces. Move five squares forward. And throw again.” Catherine giggled.

“Got it. One. Two… Five. Throwing. Four white. One, two, three, four. Hey, Cathie-pie! I've reached the first drawing. It's like three bottles of rum.” Buggy answered happily, and Catherine heard him clap his hands.

“God, show some respect. That's not rum. It's Nefer hieroglyphics. It's a house of beauty. Drop your sticks. If four blacks come up, you’re gonna lose me to an Egyptian god.” There was silence in response. “Buggy? Are you throwing?”

He suddenly came back and sat with his back to the cage.

“What happened?” Catherine asked and put her hand on his shoulder.

“Don't say that again. It's not a funny joke, Catherine.”

“What?”

“You're going to lose me to an Egyptian god. Don't say this shit. It's not funny. You… You're my Cathie-pie. I can't lose you. I can't. I don't want to be alone again.” Buggy rested his head against the bars.

She stroked his head. “Sorry, my love. When I'm nervous, I make stupid jokes. Everything will be fine. See?” She showed him the piece of paper. “You're almost there!”

“You just said that if I throw four blacks, I'll lose.” Buggy glanced at Catherine with sad eyes.

She smiled in response. “Not gonna lie. This option is possible.”

“I always lose. If you were with him, he would never let you get stuck in this kind of shit.” Buggy said quietly.

“Fuck him! You know, for some reason I’m sure that my blue-haired knight in shining clown armor will not lose his beloved girl to some god.”

“Where did you see the armor? I'm wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.” He sneered, took her hand and squeezed.

“Still counts as armor.” Catherine stroked his head and asked softly. “Will my Buggy Bear save me?”.

Buggy breathed out. “He'll try. Otherwise, he will be bored because there is no one to piss him off with this stupid nickname.”

“My hero! Look. Throw one and move here.” She showed him the drawing with three curved lines. “This is the House of Water. If a 5 is rolled, the piece remains in place. If a 4 is rolled, your piece leaves the board and you are the winner. In a different outcome, the piece goes here to the House of Revival. And then you have to start the game practically all over again. We don't want it. Don't cheat, please. And then I throw the sticks again after you.”

“Fine!” Buggy sighed heavily, stood up and walked into the darkness. “I’m throwing these fucking sticks.”

Catherine clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut when she heard the sound of sticks being thrown. “Well, what's there?”

“Let your Egyptian gods go fuck themselves. It’s one!” Buggy snapped his fingers.

“I told you! You're great! I'm throwing. Four blacks. Move my piece to the House of Water!”

“Okay, but just keep in mind that you're not making it any easier for me to save you, Cathie-pie. A little more, and your chip will overtake mine.”

“Now you throw! Remember? If a 5 comes up, the chip stays in place, if a 4 com~.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Buggy muttered. “I got it. I'm throwing.”

“Don't be mad.” Catherine closed her eyes again. “What's there?”

“Five. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. At least something else didn’t fall out, and that’s good. Now I’m throwing.” She shook the sticks in her hand. “You and I are the perfect couple, clown. I have five too.” She laughed. “It’s your turn now.”

“Understood.”

Catherine buried her face in her hands. “Well, what's there?”

“Your Egyptian gods love to mock me as much as you do. Five again!” Buggy laughed nervously.

“It's okay. My turn now.” She put the sticks in her palms, whispered a little and threw them on the floor. “Fuck yes! Also, five. Your turn. Throw it again.”

“Understood.”

Catherine heard the sound of falling sticks. “What's there?” The answer was silence. “Buggy? What happened?” She tried to look through the bars. “Hey? Are you still there?”

Suddenly, a flying head appeared near the bars. “Four!”

“Where is your body?” She pointed into space.

At this moment he connected the head with the body. “Fuck, Catherine! Did you even hear what I said? Four! I won!”

“What? Seriously?!” She pulled the bars. “But.. Why doesn't it open?”

Buggy grabbed the bars and pulled them a couple of times. “What the fuck?”

“You didn't cheat?” Catherine narrowed her eyes.

“Do I look like a person who cheats?”

“Are you seriously asking me this now?” Catherine pursed her mouth and raised her hands questioningly. “Then I don’t understand.” She sat down on the floor and rested her feet against the adjacent wall. “Maybe the game didn’t work. But why? Although maybe sometimes drawings are just drawings. Go away, Buggy. Try to find a way out and go home. If you don't find a way out, come back here, we’ll die together like in a stupid snotty novel.” She laughed nervously.

“Fucking Egyptian gods!” Buggy rested his forehead against the bars. “What the hell? Cathie-pie.. I.. Wait! What is this?”

“What? Where?”

“There are some small inscriptions on the bars.”

Catherine jumped up from the floor. “Where?” He pointed his finger at the words. Catherine squinted and began to read the inscription. “Your rebirth is in Thoth’s nest. Come to save me, o, silent Thoth.”

They both heard a click.

“Come here quickly!” Buggy opened the door and pulled Catherine out of the cell by the scruff of the neck. “Or else, something fails somewhere again, closes, or worse.”

Catherine looked at him with wet eyes. “You won! You saved me! Again!” She threw herself on his neck and pecked him on the lips several times.

“Of course.” Smack from Catherine. “I.” Smack again. “Saved.” Smack. “You.” Smack. “Nobody dares take my cotton candy away from me.” He put his arm around her shoulders. “Write it down in your notebook. Buggy the Clown - 1.” He extended his other hand and showed his middle finger to the room with drawings. “Your Egyptian dead dudes - 0.”

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aimbutmiss · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/aimbutmiss/740317414935461888/i-feel-like-roger-loved-both-buggy-and-shanks

this literally made me tear up bc like yes!! Buggy def felt it, this distance, that was never intentional on Rogers part, or even like, true. But it certainly came across that way to buggy and like, every now and then I remember how buggy got his devil fruit abilities like, he was literally making plans to take off and go his own way. It’s heartbreaking but maybe he wanted so bad to prove himself, to make them see him in Roger’s image. As a successful pirate, on his OWN bc he didn’t believe the others thought he could get there.

like I see the occasional, Roger would be and Rayleigh is disgusted with buggy posts that are like “oh buggy is everything the Roger parents aren’t, he doesn’t value nakama he was gonna leave them” etc. when like. First of all. They’re pirates. Like yeah okay some of them do good but we don’t actually KNOW much of the Rogers pirates save that they are pirates and probably the best of their time. So idk where the disgust conversation comes in from. Second—they raised this kid. They KNEW he was greedy as hell. And they loved this greedy shit. I think that whole “I’m gonna leave” reads more of a hurting kid making a backup plan, or even just, wanting so bad to prove himself—only to find himself relying on them once more as he loses the ability to swim.

Yes to everything!! No one ever talks about how Buggy, aged roughly 12, was so prepared to just run away from the Oro Jackson and make it out there on his own. How sad is that? I wonder how inferior or unwanted he felt to decide on such thing. He was willing to leave behind people he loved because he didn't feel, or see that love back, even though those people would have killed for him.

Thank God I haven't run into some bullshit post saying Roger and Rayleigh would be disappointed. That's literally their baby... Seriously though, I feel like Buggy is one of the few characters that is exactly as he seems. What you see is what you get. He makes his priorities and wants very clear and he's not ashamed of being selfish. That man's not evil or a bad person, he clearly cares about his crew, and he's not hiding anything from anyone. He reminds me a lot of Luffy in that way actually, because as people grow into adulthood they tend to become more secretive. They'll hide their bad intentions, put on socially acceptable masks to be perceived as good no matter what they are actually like on the inside. But children, they haven't learned that yet. Because that's literally a learned social behaviour. Both Buggy and Luffy are like kids in this regard, what they think on the inside is clearly reflected in their actions. And what's purer than that?? Even if Buggy isn't necessarily a good person, he's nowhere near bad either. And as you said, Roger and Rayleigh already knew he was a greedy kid, and they still loved him. Because pirates are supposed to be greedy anyway!!! Everyone seeks something, it's only natural. For Buggy, it's treasure, like it is freedom for Luffy. There's no way Roger, Rayleigh, or even Shanks could ever be disappointed in Buggy because he hasn't done anything wrong. He is still the same old Buggy they knew, he hasn't changed one bit. And they love him for that.

Also reminder that every pirate out there has done some bad things, that's like their whole thing. Even Luffy does some of those things, like stealing, which is one of the things I love about One Piece but that's a whole other discussion. So, no, again, Buggy's not bad. He's just a greedy pirate. And I love him for that.

#one piece #buggy the clown #gol d. roger #silvers rayleigh #red haired shanks #roger pirates #monkey d. luffy #character analysis #buggy one piece

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rowanwithaz · 9 months

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This is probably my favorite cover of Bnha. As much as I love cover 37(it gets second place),I think this one is my absolute favorite so far. The art is gorgeous,it's badass,and gay as hell,how could I not like it?

I think the Katsuki getting kidnapped arc is where I started HARD-CORE shipping GreeNade,I think this is when Izuku's more romantic feelings we're so obvious to me. First,he is openly possessive over Katsuki,second his reaction to Katsuki was so,intense (I'll talk about that in more detail) ,and,in my opinion,this arc is what made me think Izuchako wasn't happening.

Okay,I've brought up Izuku's open possessiveness like a million times,so,I'll start with his reaction and why I think this was so bazaar.

LOOK AT THAT. He looks so devastated,and yes,I think he would have a bad reaction to anyone getting kidnapped,but we all know if it were Tokoyami who was the one who got kidnapped he wouldn't have had this bad of a reaction. I'd also like to add that this actually being summed up as him being sad his childhood friend getting kidnapped doesn't really stand because Katsuki's supposed BEST FRIEND doesn't have a reaction even half as bad.

This is Kirishima's most upset reaction to Katsuki being kidnapped. And Izuku is in the bed crying right now. So,we have Katsuki's best friend having a much more tamed reaction than Izuku who is technically at the moment,not Katsuki's friend per say. And Kirishima even acknowledges this.

Kiri is one of the charters that excel in emotional intelligence,he doesn't say, "Because he's your childhood friend" or "I know he was your childhood friend " He knows Izuku is hurting,and he knows he can't chalk it all up to "Childhood Friends" so he doesn't.

So,what made me think this arc kinda killed Izuchako on Izuku's end?

This. Izuku doesn't give what Ochaco says a second thought in the sense of "...Maybe she's right,but" When thinking back on it be only wants to save Katsuki MORE. And,guys,when you have a crush that person's thoughts and opinions are important to you. He doesn't care that Ochaco thinks this is a bad idea,he doesn't think about HER,he actually thinks about KATSUKI,the very thought of not being there for Kacchan makes him abandon everything and everyone.

He has to will himself not to think about Kacchan. But,also,sounds similar to

She has to will herself not to think about Izuku. So,yes,the arc confirms Ochaco's crush,but uses the same method for Izuku's crush on Katsuki,but,Hori has other charters call attention to Ochaco's romantic feelings to show the SAME things he does for Kacchan are ROMANTIC. This arc is what made Izuchako one hundred percent one sided.

So,I don't want to hear that bullshit that "Izuku has always had romantic feelings for Ochaco" (I BEG THESE PEOPLE TO WATCH MORE THAN THE FIRST SEASON) Because it's one sided. It always has been and from how the series is going,it's not one sided because Ochaco has fallen out of love with Izuku. That's why she was so against her feelings,she knew Izuku didn't feel the same,why would you want to have a feeling so venerable for someone who doesn't feel the same? I also would like to call attention to this scene I've never seen someone talk about from the second light novel

When she was asked who'd she wanna be for a day,Ochaco said Bakugo...GIRL. Why did she blush? Unless....anyway,interpret that as you will.

Man,two long posts in one day,huh? I guess my brain has all this writing juice. I've made a post about how Ochaco knows Izuku isn't into her,but I never brought up when I found it most obvious Izuku wasn't into her,or when Ochaco knew(which in my opinion she always has). In Izuku's mental breakdown Ochaco is there to WITNESS his misery. So,that's when I think Izuchako kinda died in canon.

#mha #bkdk #dkbk #bnha #ochaco uraraka #Izuku Midoriya #GreeNade #Dekucchan #kastudeku #dekubaku #Bnha analysis #I guess??#I wouldn't really call it that #Dkbk analysis #Yeah idk

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canonically47 · 2 months

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evil version of that previous anon: and what were your LEAST favorite parts of each of those seasons?

sorry i got to this so late! buuut

total drama

season 1: leshawna's elimination. just... utter bullshit. closely followed by geoff's. also utter bullshit. in fact heather's whole plot armor was meh

season 2: sorry guys but courtney's entire arc. i can't stand her in TDA. she's meh to okay at best in TDI and fine until the gwuncan stuff in TDWT, after that i just can't even. she's so annoying sorry <//3

season 3: EZEKIEL'S MUTANT ARC COME ONNN MY MAN DESERVES BETTER LET HIM BE HAPPY FUCK YOU

season 4: the all-men finale. we should've gotten a zoey vs cameron finale. boo

season 5: the fact that it exists. i have so many problems with it, it's hard to narrow it down to just one single part i hated most, but there is one! i hated how every character was dumbed down. heather just telling alejandro she had the idol. alejandro just telling mal he had proof he was evil. many eliminations. the fact that the final five was... well, that. but most, i hated mal's arc and how mike was 'cured' of DID by pressing a button. i won't speak much on it since it's nowhere near my expertise nor business as a singlet but i would imagine that is. not how it fucking works. at all and just such a sad sterotyped thing to add an eViL alter to the poor guy just to give him more substance. plus i've discussed this with a mutual before but mal just feels like max taken seriously by the narrative. yeah i hate this season there's a reason it gets trampled in my fic

season 6: there was so much potential for max to be a hero and stand up to scarlett. like. so much. i love him he deserved better. that's not the worst tho and if you're new here let me tell you I FUCKING HATE DAVE. OKAY. i have a BIG issue with that guy which is half because he reminds me of some asshole i know irl and half because he just fucking sucks. i don't get any dave ship, any dave love, anything at all. there is nothing to like about him. he is genuinely one of the very few total drama characters that i can't even make up the substance he lacks. just. fuck dave

season 7 (RR): the daters and best friends fell so flat for me in different ways. the daters were just so annoying and i couldn't have been happier at their elimination. the best friends just felt so forced to me. i mean i'm also a romance-repulsed(-ish, not always, it's complicated) aromantic but oh my goddd... they dragged on for sooo loooongggggggg

season 8: the jurasic fart episode. also how chase treated emma. again fuck these allos /j

season 9: PRILEB. OKAY LISTEN. i fucking LOVE prileb BUT i also fucking HATEEE them. they could've been so good if priya was just eliminated earlier. caleb could've had more to him than priya's misunderstood boyfriend, he could've made alliances and friends, but noooo just give him an entire miscommunication arc FUCK YOU yeah prileb could've been so good if it was good (total drama catchphrase)

disventure camp

season 1: fiore's betrayal to alec felt like terrible writing to me and i'll still stand by that. a character like fiore needs more than one side and alec was that other, softer, caring side. and they threw it all away for shock value! <//3 i really hope these two make up :( i miss them so much. oh also the downfall of tomjake like what the fuck happened oh my

season 2: some challenges were... creepy and weird to say the least. spin the wheel to see who to kiss? my aro ass could never. and when kristal indirectly outed aiden during the dares challenge? like, this yo host? trevor would never <3

season 3: whatever the fuck riya and connor, as well as tom and jake, as well as ally and hunter, as well as- FUCK IT WHATEVER THE FUCK THE COUPLES HAVE GOING ON. YES ALL OF THEM EXcept gabellie. keep going my loves you're doing great

#asks #my asks #total drama #total drama island #total drama 2023 #total drama reboot #ridonculous race #disventure camp #disventure camp all stars #campamento desventura #odd nation cartoons

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narwhal-butterfly · 10 months

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Okay so the Christmas before covid hit my aunt got me the Nimona graphic novel and I loved it I still love it and when I tell you I squealed when I saw Netflix was making a movie, I squealed like I squealed, I was/am very excited

(Not part of this movie but I love that this movie is how I learned that the author of Nimona, one of the creators of Steven Universe, and the creator of She-ra(all of which I love) is trans, well looks like I'm going to go cover up their deadname on my book when I go back to my mom's house lol)

So y'all are getting my live reactions

(spoilers under cut off)

I have only watched 4 minutes into this movie and just EEEEEEEEE like they gave Ballister the biggest sad cat eyes you ever did see and he and Ambrosius are so gay and aasssahhhhhhhhfggggggdybeufbeusl

Okay I hate all of the knight (except Ballister and Ambrosius)

"You think I'm her favorite?" Yes ofc you are, you sweet little sad cat man

Eeeeeeee Ballister and Ambrosius are so fucking cute(this is probably gonna be 90% of this post lol)(edit: I was wrong)

Awww they're all cheering for him ��❤❤❤ "Let a new era of heros begin with you" awwwww

OH FUCK SAD CAT MAN JUST KILLED THE FUCKING QUEEN WTF WTF WTF

OH SHIT AMBROSUIS JUST FUCKING CUT HIS ARM OFF WTF

OH SHIT WTF IS HAPPENING IT WAS SO HAPPY AND GAY AND CUTE

EEEEE NIMONA MY BELOVED BABY

Ooooh cool robot arm

EEEE baby has found one of her gay dads YIPPIE

"Sick arm. Did it bleed a lot? Did they let you keep the old one?" I love her, she is so fucking weird/pos

"-Then we rise like a firy phoenix from the ashes ro overthrow the government!" YESSSS down with the government!!!!

"This guy looks extremely punchable." "You're right. He is actually punchable." father and gender-fluid child bonding<3

They took his arm >:(

Aww he's going sad little cat mode;-;

Oh no Ambrosius thinks Ballister really killed the Queen ;-;

Baby is shape-shifting and I love her

Ballister sliding in on his face well Nimona is doing all of these cool tricks is the best thing ever

Nimona making her dad breakfast tacos and being unintentionally loud in the kitchen is just adorable and really shows how much of a kid she actually is

She tried to clean up the house well he was asleep awww(well more accurately she tried to make the house more of an evil lair but it's still cute)

"You're a mo-" "what? Marsupial? Mariachi? 🤌Meatball?🤌" I love her

Uh oh baby's got ✨️trauma✨️

"Why are you helping me?" Oh okay then;-; "Because I'm bored." Bullshit "And everybody hates you too." Oh ;_;

"But I'm not a girl. I'm a shark. *teeth click(×2)*" same

Ballister is such a tired dad

Ballister is such a tired dad (but now at a train station)

"He hates freestyle jazz." Pffff but also Awww

Ambrosius hair smells like lavender, alrighty then, but why are you smelling his hair Todd? that's a little fruity/hj

Uh oh the Director knows Nimona

The cereal ad is adorable lmao

"I just think it'd be easier if you were a girl." "Easier to be a girl? You're hilarious." I mean she's not wrong

Ooooh we're getting her backstory!!!! Oh nvm lmao, I love her lol

"And now, you're a boy." " I am today." Mood

Nimona attacking the Squire well Ballister's trying not to get caught as some lady's trying to sell him a car is just beautiful

He is so her dad and I love it

She's so trans and I love her

"Who would protect Todd?" No one, Todd sucks

OH MY GODS, IT WAS THE DIRECTOR WHAT THE HELL????

"Arm-chopping is not a love language!" Nimona I get that you are trying to protect your dad from an unhealthy relationship but in this case it is

Ambrosius no! babyboy do not talk to The Director, she is literally the problem!!!!

"The man I love,-" oh ;-;

Oh my gods, he's jealous of Nimona, no sweetheart, she is not your replacement, she is your new child

Uh oh babyboy's having a breakdown internally

Nimona defending Ballister is so cute

Also the director calling Nimona a 'miscreant, whispering in his ear' as she whispers into Ambrosius' ear is just 😗🤌*chef's kiss*

"It doesn't matter. You shouldn't need proof. You know I'm not a murderer." why must you hurt me like this? I just wanted to watch a movie ;-;

The lovers are fighting and Ballister defending Nimona and that's adorable but also heartbreaking

Nooooo, not the babies(Ballister and Nimona)

Oh my gods she turned into the fucking dragon from the cereal ad

Oh sweetheart, you're not a monster ;-;

"I don't what's scarier the fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart... or that sometimes, I just wanna let 'em." oh sweetie :(

Her dad is taking her away to somewhere better I'm crying oh my gods ;-;

YESSSSS AMBROSIUS STAND UP FOR YOUR BOY

Ma'am I don't give a fuck about your nightmares

Oh my gods she just stabbed him what the fuck, you bitch

Thank the gods it was just Nimona acting lmao but yes show the kingdom!!!

Oh my gods they're playing Monopoly I love them she is so his kid and he is so her dad

He sees to her reaction to him being freaked out about her breathing fire and then calls it 'metal' I just- I- eeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh ;-;

Awwww they're dancing and she's a shark for some reason lol

Aww they're watching scary movies

Oh no baby's having a nightmare :(

"You're safe." Awww "we're home." AWWWWW ;-;/pos

Aww Ballister and Ambrosius are going on a nachos date

Awww Ambrosius believes him

Nimona did not set him up sir, the Director is lying to you, Nimona is a sweet and innocent baby who has done no wrong, well actually she's done a lot of wrong but I don't care she's a sweet innocent baby

Ambrosius ily but do not make him choose between you and his child

Uh oh, what's Todd doing?

Sir, no that is your child, stop yelling at her please;-;

Oh fuck it's Todd

Oh my gods are we getting Nimona's backstory? oh my gods we're getting baby's backstory

Awww her and Gloreth were friends <333

Awwwww she had a crush on Gloreth

Uh oh the other people are scared of her

Oh nooo, oh baby ;-;

Uh ooh

UH OH, baby went Godzilla mode

Oh no she's hurt :(

Anndddd Ambrosius is finally getting how fuck this is

Oh baby :(

"I don't what scarier the fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart... or that sometimes, I just wanna let 'em." Oh honey noo :(( ;-;

Oh thanks the gods, her dad stopped her

"I see you, Nimona. And you're not alone." Ooooooh eeeeeeeehh ;-;

YEESSSS BABY'S SAVING THE CITY!!!!

OH FUCK IS SHE OKAY?

OH FUCK HER DAD'S MAKING THE SAD LITTLE CAT EYES AGAIN

Oh, okay, I'm crying now

Oh I'm not okay

Oh my gods, oh my gods oh my gods, she's (maybe(hopefully)) okay

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH SHE'S OKAY!!!! THANK FUCK

#nimona #nimona movie #nimona my beloved #ballister boldheart #ballister blackheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #i love all of them

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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year

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Deep Breaths

pairing: yeonjun x reader

summary: you come home early from work in a horrible mood and yeonjun tries to comfort you

warnings: kind of angsty, a lot misplaced anger, a bit suggestive near the end but nothing actually happens

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i made it really angsty, so i'm sorry if this wasn't the kinda thing you wanted; i feel like i accidentally projected a lot into this and hope it's still okay for you

from the anon request here, i hope you feel better soon

your day was shit.

it's been like that for awhile. tons of little things, built up and up and it was finally your breaking point.

the door slammed open as you made your way in, roughly kicking your shoes off and trying, trying so hard to ignore the burning in your eyes.

"(Y/N)? is that you?"

fuck.

you hadn't expected yeonjun to be at home. he was supposed to be at work right now but obviously wasn't seeing as he stretched across the couch so he could smile at you from where he lay.

"why're you home so early? i thought you were working a full shift today."

you closed your eyes and took deep breaths, trying to keep yourself in check. trying to hold your anger from bubbling up with wrongly placed fury.

but then you saw all the dirty dishes he'd left in the sink and all over the counter.

one of your biggest pet peeves, something you've told him, it must've been close to a million times by now, to wash and put away when he was done with.

and not let it pile up to the point it was now.

deep breath, that's it, that's all you need, deep breaths.

it wasn't him you were angry at.

so you fisted your hands and faked a smile, clenched teeth forcing a "i got the rest of the day off." with an obviously not okay frustrated tear falling down your cheek, giving it all away.

his face was immediately worried, sitting up with his eyebrows knitted together. "what's going on? are you okay?"

deep breath.

"i'm fine. thank you for asking though." eyes darted over to the dishes, another traitorous tear dripping over the apple of your cheek. "please do the dishes. you know i can't stand when you leave them everywhere."

and he was up, which was the last thing you needed if it wasn't to head over to the kitchen and clean up his mess.

"the dishes can wait, why don't you just sit down? we can talk if you want or if you don't want to we don't have to, but you should sit down." he sounded concerned, rightfully so as he carefully took your wrist in his hand and tried to lead you to the couch.

he didn't understand.

why didn't he understand?

you didn't want to talk. you didn't want to deal with any of this bullshit right now.

deep breath.

"No." your body jerked away from him, ignoring the hurt on his face. "clean the fucking dishes yeonjun."

he hesitated, unsure of what to do. unsure of how to handle this. unsure. "but-"

"clean the fucking dishes. i'm not kidding."

he knew you weren't kidding. knew there was no possible way you could be. not with your tense body and rigid stance, trembling voice and tears welling before falling.

"are you sure?"

"yes, i'm sure." you hissed.

deep. breath.

he looked hurt. he looked sad. and most of all, over everything he looked worried.

your heart stung for him.

you were being mean, unfair.

of that, you were sure but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything else. to apologize or comfort him in any other sort of way as his shoulders slumped and he walked over to the kitchen.

all you could do was huff and sharply walk to your room, closing the door with a slam and slump onto the bed.

you sat on the bed for a minute. utterly and completely still. unblinking and holding your breath until your eyes burned and your lungs screamed, and finally, a gasp with a sharp inhale, eyes screwing shut.

the dam breaking. everything falling apart, curling up into a fetal position and just letting go.

very unpretty tears and ugly sobs and guilt, and fuck, yeonjun.

you were such an asshole and you knew he didn't deserve it and god, you should go out there and apologize, tell him it wasn't his fault and that it wasn't him-it was you,

but your body wouldn't-couldn't-move no matter how hard you tried. limbs atrophied and heart thumping wildly, another round of tears bubbling up in your chest.

you wanted to hold him.

wanted to kiss him and tell him sorry.

wanted to be stronger than this and no feel like such a burden.

but...nothing.

nowhere.

muscles frozen. breathing heavy. red, bloodshot eyes slipping shut. everything going fuzzy, head feeling as if it'd been shoved full of cottonballs

and you were out.

a few hours later you woke up.

it was dark outside and your mouth was dry, body aching, head pounding.

you shifted over by some force of will, hoping that he would be on his side of the bed, sound asleep.

but he wasn't.

and you knew you fucked up.

"(Y/N)?"

you gasped lightly as the door opened and there he was, looking like an actual angel as the lights from the kitchen illuminated him.

he took a step inside, a glass of water in his hand, along with an advil and a comfortable pair of sweatpants.

helping you sit up, he rubbed your back, handing you the advil and letting you slowly sip the water.

after setting the glass down on the nightstand, he handed you the sweatpants and you looked at him.

"can you help me put them on?" your voice was little more than a rasp, croaky from your earlier use of it. "please."

and he did. took your hand in his and supported you on shaky feet, balancing you as with slow, sluggish movements you were able to put them on before falling back on the bed, panting in exertion like you'd done something much harder than simply change clothing.

"thank you."

yeonjun nodded.

"do you want me to leave?"

"no." your reply was immediate, "come here." not even waiting for a reply, you pulled him down onto the mattress, clutching him to you like a lifeline.

he tensed but just as quickly relaxing with a contented, happy sigh, melting into your embrace and letting the silence overtake everything again.

it was relaxing, feeling the way his body molded to yours. the way his arms clung to you as if you might disappear. the way his breath brushed across your collarbone, warm and familiar.

"i'm sorry."

he looked up at you, eyes forgiving but that only made you feel worse. "it's ok-"

"-it's not okay. it isn't. i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry i treated you like shit, i'm just so tired and so angry and i had a shit day but that doesn't excuse anything and-"

"-it's okay." his voice stopped you on the edge of hysterics.

deep breath.

"i'm so, so, so sorry."

he smiled, kissed your cheek, then your other, before finally meeting your lips, making your own smile bloom. "i forgive you." he whispered against you.

next to out of air, you pulled away first, trying not to smile at the small whimper that escaped him.

he recollected himself quickly though, beginning to nearly purr as your fingers began to card through his hair.

"j-just next time, talk to me instead." he looked at you seriously, pulling your wrist away from where you pet him. "i can take you yelling, i can take you being angry," his voice cracked with emotion, and you squeezed him in your arms tighter.

"just please don't shut yourself in here. don't hide from me. i wanna be here for you. i wanna be here for you the way you always are for me. so let me. let me inside."

you hadn't noticed you started crying again, apparently not all out from earlier.

"inside what~?" your suggestive tone with the way you wiggled your eyebrows pulled a disbelieving laugh from him, your own following in suit, watery and pathetic in your opinion.

"i can't believe you." he finally breathed, but he could, and it made him smile that you were at least somewhat back to normal to resume your suggestive comments.

you smiled too and pulled him closer, pushing him down under you, beginning to pepper kisses over his neck. "i can think of a few better ways to take out my anger on you that don't include screaming at you to do the dishes."

he shivered, letting out a breathy moan as you sucked down on his pulse point. "really?"

he could feel your lips smile against his skin and it made him smile too. "really."

"thank god, speaking of which, doing the dishes is disgusting and for the record-"

he didn't finish, a moan ripped from deep in his chest as your teeth sunk into his skin. "shh, be quiet baby, i'm taking my anger out on you."

your tone had a teasing lilt, making him press his hips up against you. "right now?" hoping to anything that the answer was yes.

you laughed and his heart warmed at the sound. "only if you still want to put up with my anger." he nodded quickly, grabbing your hand in his and lacing your fingers together.

"yes please."

"i'm still a little hung up about the dishes anyway."

a/n: ⛓anon, i hope you feel better soon and i'm always here if you ever wanna talk

i might end up making a pt.2 w actual smut, i just couldn't find a way to fit it in nicely w this one😭

#yeonjun x reader #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #txt x reader #txt #anon request

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thatonegirlwhowrites · 2 years

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eddie munson x popular reader where they are in a secret relationship and the jock do something mean to the hellfire club and reader stands up for them. maybe jason doesn't take it very well and Eddie then stands up for the reader. Fluffy ending.

Thanks in advance!!

Blush || Eddie Munson

Summary: Reader finds herself in a bit of trouble after standing up for her boyfriend, and Eddie has no intention of letting Jason Carver continue to be an asshole to his girl.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Popular!Reader

Warnings: violence, angst, fluff, no major volume two spoilers, JASON, bullying, a little bit of blood, grammatical errors.

Notes: loved this idea sm!

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Three more hours.

Only three more hours until you could leave this godforsaken hellhole that is Hawkins High and finally enjoy some time with your boyfriend, Eddie Munson.

You two were most certainly an unlikely pair and the last thing you expected was to fall for the boy who apparently ran a cult. Of course, that was very far from the truth as you were quick to learn that Eddie Munson was the gentlest person you had ever met. Despite the hardships he faced in and out of school, he was always the one to make sure everyone else was okay. Which was also why he convinced you to keep your sprouting relationship a secret.

You wanted nothing more than to show everyone how proud you were to be dating Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, but he was quick to realize your school life would be turned completely upside down if people knew you were associated with each other. You had hesitantly accepted the rule, but it didn't mean it hurt any less when you heard every popular kid talk down on the entire hellfire club and especially Eddie.

Nonetheless, you pushed through because come every Friday afternoon you could drop the peppy cheerleader facade and just be yourself whilst spending time with the boy you loved. Sometimes you would go to his trailer, and other times he would come over to your house. Your mom had grown to love Eddie and had also been completely convinced she knew who her future son-in-law was going to be.

“Yo, Y/n!” you heard a loud voice coming from your right.

You blinked harshly a few times, bringing yourself back into reality and out of your wandering thoughts.

“Uh sorry, what's going on?” You sighed, looking towards Jason as you realized he was the one to say your name.

It was hard to miss the eye roll that came from him, but you ultimately decided to ignore it.

“If you would have been listening like I asked everyone to do twenty minutes ago, you would know what's going on.” His voice was sharp and cold. Jason had always disliked you ever since you helped Chrissy realize how terrible her boyfriend truly was to her and everyone else. He knew that you weren't like the rest of the popular kids, and that bothered him to no end.

“I am so very sorry.” You sarcastically smiled and almost started to lay your head over on the lunchroom table until he began speaking again, “You know it's fine, I just wanted to make sure you were payin’ attention when we dump a bucket of water on the entire fucking satanic cult over there.” He smirked.

“W-What.” You immediately perked up just as three jocks dropped water-filled buckets over your boyfriend of all of his friends, efficiently ruining their clothes and food.

The lunchroom was filled with gasps, and you could see the anger practically steaming from Eddie.

Maybe it was the fact that you had already had a bad day, or maybe it was the fact that Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler looked just a little too sad now that their clothes had been ruined, but you had officially had enough of the bullshit.

“Jesus Christ, do you guys have to be such dicks all of the fucking time?” You stood up harshly as you pushed your lunch tray hard enough for it to fall right into Jason's lap. You hadn't really meant for that to happen, but you weren't complaining that it did.

“What the fuck.” Jason was now the one fuming as he jumped up from his seat and headed right for you. You hadn't been expecting him to come up behind you, but you were sorely mistaken as his foot caught yours, sending you falling nose first into the ground.

You hit the cafeteria floor with a thud, and as if that wasn't embarrassing enough, Jason had poured the remainder of the water right onto you.

Jason had half expected the lunchroom to fill with laughter, but it was dead silent as all eyes were focused on what had just happened, turns out tripping a very well-liked girl and pouring water on her, wasn’t the best look.

You were still in shock over the events that just happened as you clutched your throbbing nose, feeling a bit of blood beginning to fall over your top lip.

That’s all it took for Eddie to lose any kind of composure that he was hanging onto. Within seconds he was in Jason's face,” You know I can deal with the bullshit, but when it comes to her, you don’t fucking wanna go there.” His jaw was clenched so tight, that he thought it might snap.

Despite the pain you were currently in, you couldn't ignore the feeling in your stomach as Eddie stood up for you, much like you had tried to do for him a few moments ago.

Jason only laughed at the sudden bravery from Eddie, “Go sit back down freak, this has nothing to do with you. I don't know if you have been in your little cult fantasy land for too long or whatever, but she doesn't want anything to do with you.” Jason said with an unsettling amount of confidence like he actually knew you.

You had managed to stand up on your feet again, a few steps behind Eddie, “Actually Jason it does concern him considering he is my boyfriend.” You were loud and proud with the label, hoping every single person in the lunchroom heard it, and you were sure they did since there was basically a crowd formed around the three of you.

Eddie looked back at you for a moment, concern was clearly written all over his face at the sight of blood coming from your nose but you gave him the best reassuring smile you could muster.

Eddie wanted nothing more than to swoop you up in his arms, but he wanted to make sure something like this never happened again.

“Let's make something clear here Carver, you ever lay a fucking finger on her pretty little head again, and i’ll fucking cut it off.” His blood was boiling and Eddie fully meant every word that had just come out of his mouth.

He would do absolutely anything to protect you.

“You won’t do shit Munson, you’re a fucking cowar-” Jason was harshly cut off when a sharp swing to the face knocked him to the ground, blood now pouring out of his nose.

You felt a bit guilty, but you couldn't help the satisfaction that swarmed your body seeing him rolling on the ground with a bloody nose instead of you.

“Sorry, what was that? I think you got cut off there.” Eddie was now bent down closer to the floor so he could make eye contact with the blonde boy on the ground. “Choose your next words wisely Jason. After all, I could do a lot worse than punching you in the face considering I'm in a satanic cult, right?”

Jason's eyes got a bit wide then, “I g-got it freak. Get away from me.”

Eddie was content enough with that answer as he hurriedly turned around to you, his eyes running over your body to make sure you weren't seriously hurt.

“Cmon sweetheart, let's get you to the nurse.” His voice immediately took on a gentle tone as he wrapped his arm tightly around your waist and assisted you out of the lunchroom as everyone stood there wide-eyed with several jaws dropped to the floor.

The privateness of the hallways was a relief, away from prying eyes.

“Hold on a second Eddie.” You needed a moment to catch your breath, a moment in peace.

Eddie took this as an indicator that you were in pain, leading him to start panicking a bit, “What's hurting? I-Is it your leg? Your nose? Y-Your-.”

You were quick to cut off his spiral with a soft kiss on his lips. You tiptoed just enough to be able to reach his face as your hands snaked around him for comfort.

Eddie hummed in satisfaction, practically melting into you.

“Nothing hurts. In fact, I feel great and I think we should just skip the nurse's office and the rest of the school day to be honest.” You smile lovingly as you peer right into his big brown eyes.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He cautiously ran his eyes over your face again as he wiped the remainder of the blood off from under your nose.

“I am more than okay Eddie Munson.” You gripped his hand tightly as you started leading him to the exit. He happily followed you.

He looked over at you for a moment, “I'm sorry I got so mad earlier, a-and if I scared you o-or-.”

Your heart cracked slightly at the sadness in his voice, “Babe, don’t ever apologize for putting Jason Carver in his fucking spot. Plus I thought it was kinda hot. You know, you threatening to curse him and all.” You lightly shrugged as Eddie let out a bit of a snort, “They are all so gullible,”

And with that, you guys finally made it out of the school building and to Eddie's van where you proceeded to call your mom and tell her what happened, and you fully expected Eddie to be met with a big hug whenever you guys got back to your house.

“I swear I really think my mom might love you more than she loves me.” You giggled out, leaving Eddie laughing right along with you.

“What can I say? I guess I'm just a charmer.” A playful smirk resided on his face for the rest of the ride, as your hands were still tightly clamped together all the way up until you guys pulled into the driveway

“I love you, Eddie.” You sweetly spoke before getting out.

“I love you too Sweetheart.” a strong blush found its way onto Eddie's face.

You couldn't help but point it out, “It's not very metal of you to be blushing like that Munson.”

The redness only got worse, “You're making it worse.” He felt the warmness of his cheeks with his hands as he pouted.

“I'm sorry baby.”

“I forgive you.” Eddie kissed you gently on the lips.

Despite the events that had happened today, you both couldn't be happier.

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