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gardens-light · 13 days ago

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The Thunder Within The Storm

While sitting at your desk, your body slowly began to curl in on itself. As the silence within the medbay grew more eerie, your gaze studying your surroundings, as if the walls of the hangar had stretched back. Creating a cold, hollow space that swallowed sound, turning it into a empty void without Ratchet bringing it to life. Hours stretched into eternity, the words upon your notebook blurring into one another. As Optimus' words to Bumblebee over the comlink about 'checking in' with an old human ally, begun to repeat within your thoughts. And with the other Autobot's investigating the suspicious growing Decepticon activity, you couldn't help but allow fear to creep into your heart and give it a suffocating squeeze. For something just didn't feel quite right...

Content: Mild Coarse Language. Events takes place during 'Transformers- Revenge of the Fallen.' Major Movie Spoilers. Mentions of death/grief. Fluff/Comfort. Autobot Ratchet x F/Human Reader. Reader Insert.

Seris: The Intern- Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 (Coming Soon)

Word Count: 3,900K

"Major! Incoming SOS from Autobots!"

"Multiple Decepticon contacts in motion. Vicinity, eastern United States, sir!-"

"As in how many?" Lennox questioned, studying the Autobot's location upon the multiple computer screens within the main hangar.

"Unclear, sir-"

"Then get clear!-"

"They're on the move." Lieutenant Smith pointed to one of the screens. "Splitting into two teams, sir. One heading towards New York, the other to Philadelphia. None of our calls are being returned."

"Alright, full weapon's deployment. Wheels up in twenty minutes!-"

"I can get my tactical gear ready in five!" you called out. Rushing to Lennox's side, as the N.E.S.T team rushed into their assigned vehicles and positions.

But the major shook his head firmly, concern etching into his features as his brown eyes glanced at the screens. "Sorry Valkyrie... not this time."

"What?" disbelief lined within your unusual firm tone, as you grabbed the sleeve of Lennox's military jacket. Pulling him closer towards you and preventing him from running towards the standby aircraft, "you can't be serious!"

A heavy sigh escaped his lips while turning his attention onto you. His firm yet caring tone, matching his guilty expression. "I am serious. With how dire things look with the Autobots, it... it would be too dangerous for you to be there. I won't take the risk of you getting hurt-"

"Do not speak of me as though I'm an inexperienced cadet!" a firm frown came to your lips, as a scoff escaped you. "I've been on the frontlines! I know what you're up against! It was bad enough of having Ratchet push me onto the sidelines. But now you?!"

"Ah, Valkyrie..." Lennox sighed, running his free hand down his face. "You know that's not what I meant... the frontlines are different this time, what the Autobots and my team are up against isn't something you've ever seen before-"

"Oh please! Have you forgotten that I've already shot a Decepticon? With nothing but a double-barrel shotgun, may I add!"

Lennox placed a hand upon your shoulder, "I haven't forgotten that accomplishment. But the Decepticon you shot back then, was nothing but a scout. Running into this... you'd be running into the big guys themselves-"

"I'm not made of glass, nor easily frightened!" you firmly spoke, slapping his hand away. "I refuse to be grounded on this base!-"

"If this was any other situation, you know I'd have you by my side within a heartbeat." Lennox pulled his arm away from your grip upon his jacket. His voice changing to his authicating tone, while a firm expression etched across his features. "But... I'm putting my foot down on this one. You're staying put, whether you like it or not."

While grinding your teeth, hands curled into fists, nails digging into your palms. "Are you... seriously giving me a direct order?!"

"Damn right I am!" Lennox shouted over his shoulder. His soft expression betraying his authoritative tone, as a thorn of guilt pricked within his chest. Clearing his throat, feeling your glare narrow onto his back while approaching the nearby aircraft. "I'm not having you get caught up in the crossfire..."

"This is bullshit!"

Roughly An Hour Later

The sound of confused murmur and whispered guesses caught your attention. Taking a pause from your sketch of Ratchet, eyes flickering away from your notepad, as your attention studied the military personale crowding over the flickering computer screens.

What... the hell...?

The same chaos spread across the main hangar, all computer screens glitched and fazed out, while TV screens rapidly switch through the channels on their own.

"Citizens of the human hive." A cold emotionless voice filled the air, as the image of an unknown Transformer appeared upon all screens. "Your leaders have withheld the truth. You're not alone in this universe. We've lived among you, hidden. But no more."

Covering your mouth with your hand, as a silent gasp slipped from your lips. Fear flashed across your features, heart sinking within your chest as a video footage of a navy ship sinking off the coast, flickered upon the computer screen near you.

"As you've seen, we can destroy your cities at will." Your stomach took a sickening twist, as the Transformer's words held a hidden glee within his tone. "Unless you turn over this boy."

Footage of CCTV and photographs of a zoomed in driver's licence consumed every screen. Plastering a name and face that your brothers in arms seemed to recognize very well.

Sam Witwicky.

The chilling face of the Transformer returned, his crimson optics burning into your very soul. A devilish grin uncomfortably stretching across his features, as metallic blue crystals framing his elongated face clicked in independent movement. "If you resist us, we will destroy the world as you know it-"

"Find me who the fuck hacked our system and broadcasted that message!" Lieutenant Smith yelled from the tall platform.

"Origin unknown, sir! But it's showing up on every frequency globally!" one soldier shouted from the right side of the catwalk.

Frantic panic erupted throughout the main hangar. Voice's shouting over one another, ringing of phones and 'bleeps' of intercoms contributed to the madness. All the while, you remained seated at a desk, remaining frozen as your scared features blankly stared at the computer screen. Hand finally slipping away from your slightly parted lips, falling gently against your notepad.

"Our superiors have assumed Condition Delta, sir!" a voice shouted from the radio-coms station upon the left. "The President has been flown to a bunker, somewhere within the middle of the United States!-"

"Report just in! The aircraft carrier USS Roosevelt has gone down off the East Coast... a-all lives... lost... sir."

"Worldwide casualties are in the neighborhood of seven-thousand... a-and expected to climb..."

Eerie silence gradually fell over the hangar, as realization of how grave things have become, begun to hit home to each soldier. Lieutenant Smith's heart nervously picked up its pace, feeling his comrades look up at him. Their gazes not only filled with fear, but also hope. As if the lieutenant held the answers.

As the roar of an aircraft engine cut through the tension, and snapping you out of your daze. Immedictly abandoning your station and carelessly throwing your notepad onto the desk, as the sight of the plane landed upon the tarmac just outside of the main hangar.

"Lennox!" your tone trembled with worry as you flung yourself into him. Almost knocking the major over, "are you alright? I saw the broadcast! What the fuck happened out there?!"

"The Decepticons... ambushed our boys." He lowly spoke, dropping his tactical equipment. Placing an arm around your shoulders, "as well as an all out global assault. We're... still trying to figure out why but... that's not the worst of it. I-It got messy out there... real messy."

Following Lennox's gaze, your eyes widened as a helicopter suspended Optimus' body above the tarmac. A dull ache plucked at your heartstrings, as the Autobot's lifeless body was respectfully lowered to the ground.

"Prime... was protecting an old ally of ours." The subtle crack within the major's voice betrayed his stern expression, "Megatron... murdered him in cold blood."

His gaze briefly met your wide eyed stare. Your pained expression caused his heart to sink lower within his chest, "th-this... is why I didn't want you to come."

The faminular sound of two car engines pulled you from Lennox's embrace. Slowly approaching the two vehicles, watching Ironhide and Sideswipe roll out of their altmodes. Kneeling towards you with their heads hung low, as an expression of grief and shock framed their features.

"W-We're alright, Doll." Sideswipe spoke with a shaky tone, as you tried to hug him and Ironhide. "A... couple of dents but nothing that can't be buffed out." The light within his optics were gone, as was any ounce of his usual playful demeanor.

As you took a step back, Sideswipe gently nudged your shoulder with the knuckle of his index digit. "And before you panic... Skids and Mudflap are fine. They're with Bumblebee, helping him protect our ally Sam."

Despite not quite understanding how or why this... Sam Witwicky was involved with the Autobots, you simply gave Sideswipe a nod. Now isn't the time to ask...

Not far in the distance, Ratchet's massive frame still hummed from exertion. His servos groaned quietly, and his systems were already running diagnostics upon himself. Sorrow flickered within his opics and a dull ache pulsed within his spark, as Optimus' form came into view. I-I... have failed you... old friend...

"Ratchet!" you breathlessly exclaimed, running towards him practically skidding to a halt as he knelt towards you. Wrapping your arms around his neck the best you could, causing the Autobot to stiffen as you quickly planted two kisses upon his cheek. Feeling his spark pulse against you, as your lips left a soft warmth against his cool steel. "You're ok."

Ratchet's spark skipped a beat, a subtle warmth radiated beneath his faceplates as you gently rested your forehead against his. The quiet intimacy of the gesture almost taking him off guard, and although it was barely a small touch by his standards. He knew to you, it was everything.

Just for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. The chaos of everything briefly fading, the tension in his joints loosened, and the quiet calm of your closeness settled over him. Ratchet didn't move nor breathe a word- don't think the medic was even sure he knew how to respond. But... there was something... peaceful in the way you held onto him, as if your very presence soothed the weariness in his circuits.

"You... don't need to worry about me, Valkyrie. I'm... functional." Ratchet assured, his low tone gentle than usual but you could hear a prang of grief hiding within his words. His knuckles carefully ran up and down your spine, while leaning his forehelm a little more against your forehead. "Steady your breathing. I'm right here..." Right in front of you...

"What's the meaning of this?" Sideswipe quickly raised to his full height. His optics narrowing onto the beige, military Hummers which surrounded him and his Autobot comrades.

"You dare point a gun at me?" Ironhide snarled, his voice roaring over the NEST personnel that immediately tried to settle the building feud between the new arrivals and the Autobots. "You want a piece of me?! I will tear you apart!"

As his comrades stood protectively over Optimus, their weapons drawn and aimed at the new arrivals. You couldn't help but gaze up at Ratchet, giving him a soft look of surprise as the medic protectively placed an arm around you. Ratchet's chassis lightly presses against your back, while he knelt against the tarmac. His free servo retracting and bringing out his saw, preparing the defend both of you.

"Easy, big guy." Reaching up and placing an assuring touch against Ratchet's faceplate. Your heart couldn't help but flutter slightly, as his engine purred in your ear.

"Drop your weapons!" Lennox ordered, his voice adding to the shouting-match that erupted between his N.E.S.T comrades and the new arrivals. Slamming his fists against a Hummer's hood. "Tell them to lower their fucking weapons!-"

"Major, there's nothing I can do... talk to him-"

"Your N.E.S.T team is deactivated, Major." Director Galloway spoke as he exited a Hummer. His stern gaze meeting Lennox's eye roll, "you are to cease anti-Decepticon operations. You all are to be deported to Area 51 and await for further orders-"

"No! We take our orders directly from Chairman Morshower, sir." Lennox challenged, stepping into Galloway's personal space and eyeing him down.

"Well... I'll see your Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. But in the meantime..." Galloway reached into the inside pocket of his blazer. Shoving a crumpled piece of paper into Lennox's hands and adjusting his glasses. "I give you a President of the United States official Director of Command! I have operational command now... An alien blood feud has been brought to our shores, for which our soldiers are paying the price! Their secret is out! This is our war now! And we will win it as we always have, with a coordinated military strategy!-"

"This fool is terribly misinformed." Ironhide lowly growled, not caring that Galloway clearly heard him.

"You're gonna need every asset that you've got-"

"What we need is to draw up battle plans." Galloway rudely interrupted Lennox. His professional expression not shifting under the major's firm gaze. "While we explore every possible diplomatic solution-"

"Like what? Handing over the kid?"

You saw a heavy breath escape Lennox. Your anger equally matching the major's, as Galloway's silence spoke volumes.

"All options are being considered." Galloway straightened his blazer, proudly nodding to himself. "Now... you and your boys prepare for departure, and someone remove that thing from the tarmac!-"

"Have you no respect? Or is it pure arrogance that drives you?" you snapped. Stepping away from Ratchet's protective embrace, and storming towards the government director. "Show some compassion!-"

"As this no longer involves you, Private. You are here ordered to return to your original post, back at your previous unit." Galloway casually spoke, waving a dismissal hand as he turned back towards the beige Hummer. "The pathetic joke of this 'intern program' with N.E.S.T has concluded-"

"Beryllium bologna!" many curious gazes and raised eyebrows fell upon you, as you barked the unknown words. While a proud smile tugged Ratchet's lips, knowing full well what the Cybertronian insult meant. "Give them time to grieve and process their loss!-"

"Whoa. Hold up. Hold up." Lennox whispered, stepping in-between you and the director. Preventing you from grabbing a fistful of Galloway's blazer, "don't let bastards like him get the better of you-"

"Save the sentiment speech." Galloway coldly spoke, adjusting his glasses once more. "You're nothing more, but a mare human to the Autobots, Private Y/N. They hold no regard for you-"

"Valkyrie." Ratchet corrected, the uncharacteristic growl within his words giving them a sharp edge. "Her name is, Private Valkyrie. And you have no place to determine her worth!-"

"Whatever the Decepticons are after, this is just the start." Lennox warned, attempting to defuse the tension that grew thick within the air. "There is no negotiating with them-"

"I'm ordering you to stand down!" Galloway snapped, stepping towards Lennox whom still stood between the pair of you. The director's authoritative gaze meeting your narrowed glare. "You all have... twenty-four hours to prepare your assets for departure. And those piles of scrap with you!"

"I really don't like that dude." Lieutenant Smith sighed, crossing his arms and approaching Lennox's side. All three of you watching Director Galloway and his men load back into the beige Hummers and head towards the main hangar. "He's an asshole."

"We should just leave this planet." Ironhide growled.

"That's not what Optimus would want." Sideswipe spoke in a gentle tone, placing a servo upon his comrade's shoulder and encouraging Ironhide to lower his weapon with his free servo. "And... I don't think that's what our medic wants..."

Both Autobots turned to their medic, seeing the brief moment of heartbreak flicker within his optics. Sensing Ratchet's spark slow to yearning pulse as he watched you storm away from the situation.

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Most of the afternoon dragged at a painful pace. Concerned voices and panicked tones shouted over one another in the main hangar, updates of events from comlinks and radios, adding to the chaos almost every hour. Grief, pain, anger and sorrow whirled within Lennox, his comrades and their Autobot friends, like the wave of an unforgiving whirlpool that continuously reminded them of the current struggles. While Director Galloway barked orders from the high scaffolding platform within the main hangar, looking down upon the military personnel through the circular leans of his glasses.

Forcing open the medbay hangar doors with ease, Ratchet's aching spark twisted in it's chamber, as his soft gaze scanned the area. The space that the medic once happily shared with you, became almost unrecognizable.

Still silence deafened his senses. His monitors and equipment appeared to lose their lively hum, leaving their colour as a dull hue of gray under the dim lighting. A slight shiver vibrated through Ratchet's frame, while his optics scanned the concrete flooring.

Cold...? I've never felt cold. This place has never been cold. So... why...?

Worry and concern flickered within his optics, as his gaze settled upon you. Sitting in the middle of the medbay, knee deep in files and documents which almost swallowed your exhausted frame. He could practically feel the stress radiating off you. A stern and focused expression was upon your features, taking away any hint of your beautiful smile which Ratchet adored.

"Enough." His voice held a gentle warmth, but his words were softer than usual. Brushing the mess aside, kneeling down, making sure not to startle you. "You've done enough."

"Time isn't exactly on our side right now." Your flat, expressionless tone caused his spark to pulse with a dull ache.

"I know that... but drowning yourself in these archives, digging through hundreds of old files. Won't help your chance of finding anything-"

"Why? Because I'm simply a 'mere human' to you?" your words held an uncharacteristic sharpness.

A painful volt of electricity zapped through the medic's internal circuits. The Autobot didn't know what hurt more, how you spoke to him with this new cold attitude without looking at him. Or that somehow a part of you believed Galloway's words, causing you to throw them in his face.

D-Darling... "you know I don't think that. I've never thought that." Ratchet's servo twitched, iching to reach out to you and pull you into his embrace. "You're not just a 'mere human' to me... you never have been. You're... so much more than that."

A warm sensation tugged upon Ratchet's spark, as you took a moment to pause. His gaze softening with worry and concern, seeing your shoulders slouch, your hands slightly trembling. Despite his desire to hold and soothe you, Ratchet refrained from following his spark. Remaining logical and quiet, giving you a couple of moments to breathe, allowing you to attempt to ease your frustration and exhaustion.

"Th-There... has to be another way..." you sighed, a subtle hint of gentleness crept back into your tone, as you continued to blanky gaze at a folder in front of you. "Another solution."

Another solution for what? To bring Prime back? Or... to keep you with me...?

"Valkyrie... I know you're tired and overwhelmed. And I appreciate your determination to find a way through this, but... exhaughting yourself wont do any good-"

"It can't just end this way! I won't allow it!" Ratchet flinched at your sudden outburst, his optics widening as you carelessly through a folder across the medbay. Causing papers to rain down on the pair of you, as you looked up at him through watery eyes. "W-We haven't spent all this time together! Learnt and shared so much, just for it all to meanlessly be taken away! I-I haven't grown to...!"

Ratchet's breath slightly hitched as he waited for you to finish the sentence. His spark skipping a beat in anticipation. But after a few moments of your silence, a shaky sigh escaped him. Composing himself, as he tried to ignore the yearning which tugged upon his spark. Forcing the small zaps within his circuits down, holding onto the small bit of doubt that plagued his processor. The doubt that you could care for him, in the same way he's grown to care for you.

Hold her! Comfort her! His pulsing spark practically screamed. Twisting within its chamber causing an ache to run through his frame.

"What... are you trying to say...?" Ratchet's soft gaze met yours. His words holding a soft, tentative tone.

"Th-That... returning to my unit is going to feel so strange." You lowly admitted. "And that... my medbay is gonna feel so... empty... without you."

Oh... my darling. Ratchet's spark skipped a beat at your words, his processor almost moaning the nickname, as an invisible tug pulled his frame closer to you. I-I'm going to be so lost without you beside me. Working in the medbay just won't be the same...

"Valkyrie..." his servo involuntary reached out for you, knuckles caressing your cheek with a feathered touch. As his thumb brushed away your rolling tears. "My life will also never be the same again... without you in it."

Ratchet's free servo nervously clenched as he gazed into your eyes. His spark thudding within it's chamber, sending volts of electricity throughout his wires. Like how one would feel butterflies in their stomach. A mixture of worry, hope and doubt flashed across the medic's features, almost daring to believe that you too somehow felt what he did.

His thumb gently caressed your cheek in a tender, soothing motion. The warmth within his spark spread throughout Ratchet's frame, subtly making his faceplates warm to the touch. His free servo edging closer to you, iching to cradle the small of your back as you leaned in closer. The pulse and rhythm of the volts zapping throughout his circuits strangely changing, as you slowly reached out for him. Causing the medic's frame to shudder under your touch, while your fingers traced over the scars of his chassis.

Butterflies entangled your nerves. A breathless gasp escaped your parted lips. Your soft, affectionate gaze flickering from Ratchet's blue optics to his lips, as your heart fluttered within your chest. Feeling his loving touch filled you with such affection and tender, that your happy sigh almost broke the crackling, electric tension between you.

This... This is the closest we've ever been. Ratchet's digits carefully ran through your hair, nervously swallowing a lump in his vocal processor. The... warmth and touch of her against me. H-Her perfume is filling my sensors. And my spark... it's pulse and rhythm almost matches... his eyes slowly widened. His frame stiffening as your lips almost ghosted over his. O-Oh, Primus no...

"Ratchet...?" your puzzled tone was almost just above a whisper. Your confused gaze studying his flushed expression, as the medic quickly pulled away. Straightening his posture while clearing his throat.

A small prick of embarrassment and disappointment nipped at your sinking heart, like a thorn against your skin. Did I... do something wrong?

But little did you you know, Ratchet felt like he had to pull away. Even with every fibre of his being, begging him to just pull you into his embrace and never let you go. To finally cure his curiosity of how it would feel to touch your soft lips. He just couldn't bring himself to accept the fact you felt the same way.

Saying something now, would... only make it harder to say 'goodbye.' His processor convinced. Like it or not, we have to go our separate ways.

"T-Take care... Valkyrie."

His spark and your heart released a painful ache, a heartbreak that almost shook your very souls, as Ratchet raised onto his peds and walked away.

Your eyes lowered towards the ground again. Ratchet....

Closing the medbay doors behind him, leaning against them and letting out a long, weary sigh. Ratchet briefly looked up at the starry sky, his optics rolling shut as he lightly banged the back of his helm against the large metal doors. His spark clenching within its chamber, while the medic harshly scolded himself. Banging his helm against the doors, in time with each syllable as tears streamed down his faceplates.

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shadowsandshapes · 2 years ago

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[Spicy] You, Me, The Couch and Him (Dabi/F!Reader)

◇ summary: If that ratty old couch at the LOV headquarters could talk, you and Dabi would have a lot of explaining to do. Little did you know, you hadn’t been as candid as you would have hoped. Leaving the door ajar was definitely a mistake… ◇ rated: Mature ◇ contains: Voyeurism (Spoiler: it’s Shigaraki), Rough Unprotected Sex, Intense Eye Contact Is Sexy, Praise, Breeding (if you squint), Denial Play, Impact Play, Slight Name-calling and Swearing ♡ (: ◇ wc: [1.6K] (Ao3)

Minors DNI 🔪

Your breaths run ragged as your foreheads touch. Dabi fully leans into you – his blue eyes staring into yours – blown wide with a desire so intense it feels as if it’s setting your blood ablaze. The hunger he feels for you in this moment, for your body and entire being, is nothing short of overwhelming. With every roll of your hips – every push and pull of his hands on your ass – you groan in unison. Pure, unfiltered ecstasy. It’s a slow, deliberate grind that has you weak in the knees. If you hadn’t been straddling his lap on the old ratty couch in the LOV headquarters, you’re not sure you would have been able to hold on this long.

Dabi was rough at first. Slamming his cock into you like he had something to prove. Maybe he did. You didn’t complain, though, eagerly screaming his name with each thrust like it was your goddamn job to do so. Your neck marked by his ravenous teeth. Thighs scratched and slapped raw. You held on, riding his cock until he was just as fucked stupid as you were. Which is how you ended up in this position, slowly grinding yourself down on his cock. His seed dripped down onto your bare thighs, staining the top of his pants where your cunt grinded against him. You were both exhausted – but not satisfied. Not even in the slightest. He was still hard – and you both wanted more.

Dabi’s hand was in your hair, keeping your head steady as he stared into your eyes. You just might buckle under his gaze – feeling his cock twitch whenever you moaned his name. Something about hearing you crave for him so unabashedly was driving him crazy.

“That’s right, baby, just like that,” he groaned out, breath fanning against your lips. “Fuck. You’re makin’ me feel s’good right now…”

Maybe it was the praise or the sublimely horny look he was giving you, but you doubled your efforts, gripping onto his shoulders for more leverage. Any moment now, one of the others could return from their missions – you needed to cum again, sooner rather than later. “Ah–Dabi –” you moaned out his name, feeling your heart race when his eyes rolled back at the sound of your desperate, groaning voice. “The o-oh fuck me, the others,” you warned, seeing Dabi’s eyes flicker towards the door behind you, then right back to your blissful little face.

A wild grin spread across his features – like the very idea of getting caught turned him on even more. You wouldn’t be surprised if it did and – judging by the way his fingers dug into the soft skin of your abused thighs – you might be right.

“If you’re still –” Dabi groaned out, pounding up into you with renewed vigor – your cries of pleasure coaxing a prideful chuckle from his lips before he continued: “– if you’re still thinking about other guys, then I haven’t fucked you hard enough.” This was hardly the point you were trying to make, but the sensation of his girthy cock slamming against your cervix made it difficult to argue. His fingers curled around your chin, pinching your cheeks as he forced your gaze on him. Once again, you were met with those intense, lust-blown eyes. “Just look at me, just like that –” he cooed, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip and watching with adoration as you sucked it into your mouth. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he said, shoving the digit up against you eager tongue as his hips pistoned in tandem with yours.

You looked so good riding his cock – too good to inform you that you had an audience. Dabi’s eyes landed on the door once more – it was ajar and he didn’t need to be able to see beyond the darkness to know someone was watching. Who, he wondered, would make such an effort to conceal themselves to watch two people fuck on a ratty old sofa? It didn’t matter, of course. Not really. Not when you were trying so hard to make him cum inside of you.

If they wanted a show – Dabi would give it to them.

“Fuck – you’re gonna take my cum, yeah?” He asked, raising his voice ever so slightly so your biggest fan would be sure to catch on. Dabi’s hands came down hard on your thighs, sheathing himself within your cunt as far as he could go. “C’mon, answer me, baby – tell me you want it.” He needed this. You had to say it. Even as his previous loads clung to your glistening skin – the sound of your voice begging for more was addicting.

Your head drooped, coming to rest against his again as you whined at the lack of friction. His cock was pulsing – on the verge of releasing all of its seed and you craved it like a bitch in heat. Dabi could be so cruel, denying you at the very last moment. “Please, Dabi – stop being a jerk –” you whispered. Dabi’s flat palm smacked against you ass, making you jolt and arch your back. Your breath hitched. The stinging pain only served to make you writhe against him more, desperate to reach your peak.

“Louder. And be nice –” Or else. You felt the hand on your ass heat up – not intensely, but enough to be a clear warning. Dabi wanted you to beg at the top of your lungs. For his sake, as well as to fuck with the person behind the door. The crack in the doorway widened just a smidge, like whomever was watching wanted a better view of the grand finale. Dabi spotted two fingers gingerly retreating from the opening – he recognized those crusty digits everywhere. Shigaraki. Oh, this was hilarious. He turned his attention back to you – drinking in the flushed look on your face as you stubbornly resisted his demands. He smacked you again – marveling at the borderline pornographic moan you let out in response. “C’mon, bitch. Tell me you want it. Scream it.”

You whined – a noise so gratifying, Dabi nearly lost himself then and there. You felt him shiver and tense up. It felt so good. You were barely holding it together, your inner walls flexing and contracting around his thick cock. Sensing you were hanging on by a thread – Dabi saw an opportunity. He bucked his hips – hitting a spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. You gripped onto his shoulder and cried out, finally breaking. “For fuck’s sake, Dabi – fuck me, cum in me, make me your goddamn bitch, please!”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Within the blink of an eye, you were on your back – the old sofa, groaning and creaking under Dabi’s erratic thrusts. His arms pinned you to the cushions – keeping you from sliding off as your body shook beneath him. You could feel his breath on your neck – teeth occasionally grazing against the already bruised skin. Every mark a reminder of who you belonged to. Dabi’s breathing deepened. As did yours. You were so close – licking one of your fingers and shoving it between your bodies to play with your clit. It didn’t take much longer for you to finish. You spasmed, squeezing your thighs around Dabi’s hips – he cursed as your insides tightened around him.

“Look at the door,” he whispered and without thinking, you did – locking eyes with Shigaraki as he fucked you through your orgasm. You screamed – in shock or ecstasy – it didn’t matter. Your voice shattering was enough to push Dabi over the edge. With a few deep thrusts, he buried his pulsing cock within your velvety walls – making sure to drain his balls in the deepest parts of you. Nothing quite like being watched to get his seed flowing. His teeth dug into your shoulder, muffling his satisfied moan against your skin and giving you one last parting gift.

Shigaraki watched your head bop back – satisfied and exhausted. The way your eyes looked when you came was burned into his memory – and the sound of your moans still had his cock standing at attention. He awkwardly hid it behind his hands as he opened the door completely.

“You two need to stop fucking in public areas,” he complained half-heartedly, which made Dabi chuckle. You smacked him in the shoulder. He didn’t even flinch.

Dabi leaned back, eyes drifting down as he pulled his cock from your insides. The sight of his cum sticking to your bodies was almost enough to reignite his desire. Thick, white gunk connecting the two of you forever. For now, though, he was satisfied enough to tap out. “What? You saying you didn’t enjoy the show, crusty?” he said, tucking himself back into his pants and pulling you up into his lap. You felt like sinking through the floor – but Dabi’s confidence made the situation a little more bearable.

Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed, hands fumbling in front of his aching erection. “Shut the hell up. Final warning – stop it, or I’m disintegrating you and the couch. It’s unsanitary.”

“No, not the couch,” you protested sarcastically. “We love this thing!”

Dabi’s eyes landed on Shigaraki but his lips found their home on your tender little neck, giving it a little nip. “Couldn’t look away, could you, boss?” he asked, seeing the other man dissolve into a sputtering puddle in response.

“Shut it, Dabi.” Was all Shigaraki could muster before storming off into his own private room. You heard the door slamming at the end of the hall. He no doubt had some urgent matters to attend to. You couldn't say you didn't find the thought hilarious.

“Did you know he was there this entire time?” you asked, nestling your back into Dabi’s chest. He hummed against your skin affirmatively, reaching his arms to coil around you. “You’re an ass, you know that…”

“Yeah I know, babe, it’s why we get along so well.”

True.

[Masterlist]

#dabi smut #dabi x y/n #mha dabi #dabi x you #dabi my hero academia #dabi x reader #dabi #ShadesScribbles

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highlandwhackamole · 8 months ago

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Where Crowley Parks: Definitely in London, definitely not a Real Place

Crowley parks in the same place several times in season 2. It's so obviously the same place each time that I couldn't help but be drawn to nitpicking those scenes. Here's one just before the opening credits in episode 2:

What struck me about this location is the buildings in the background. They are iconic buildings that have colloquial nicknames. They are shapes that instantly tell you that the thing you're looking at is in London. Let's look a bit closer at the buildings using a pile of frames taken from the series:

From right to left, I'm pretty sure we have the Gherkin, the Shard, the Walkie-Talkie and the Scalpel.

To the left of the Scalpel are some buildings that are less distinct, but I think they may be a trio of buildings at Bishopsgate & Leadenhall. I won't worry too much about those, though, because I don't think we need them. (If you know what they are for sure, though, please do share!)

The Gherkin and the Walkie-Talkie are unmistakable. I'm 95% sure that's the Scalpel; here's a picture of it under construction from the same angle:

I wasn't positive about the Shard until I saw the building lit up during a night scene, just before Crowley gets yoinked to hell for a chat with Beelzebub:

Ah, yeah. In the words of the Bilfather... seems legit to me! Here's the actual real Shard at night:

So, yes, very nice buildings. So London. Much skyscraper.

But. Why have them in the background at all?

If they were there naturally (assuming, you know, that they made a special trip to London to shoot these I guess), one could edit them out, or replace them with more nondescript building-shapes, or even just not include them in the frame -- and then the background would just fade into... itself. It would just be the anonymous place that Crowley parks, no need to call attention to the exact spot.

If they were added (spoiler: they were), that means the intent is to communicate very clearly that this spot is in London, fairly near the city center.

Okay, Good-Omens-creator-folks. You're pointing out to me that this is very particularly and specifically in London. Why are you doing that? Am I supposed to know where he's parked? I don't know, at least not off the top of my head. Maybe I can find out.

Let's look at a map!

The circles shown here are, from top to bottom: the Gherkin, the Scalpel, the Walkie-Talkie and the Shard. The question mark is the location of the buildings that I think are the same as those appearing to the left of the Scalpel in the show, just for bonus information.

Now I just need to find roughly where one would have to be in order to make the buildings appear in their left-to-right order of Orange (Scalpel), Green (Walkie-Talkie), Blue (Shard) and then Purple (Gherkin).

... hm.

There is no such place. Those buildings can't appear in that order, regardless of where you are in the city. We can even double check, thanks to the Walkie-Talkie, which has very obviously distinct sides.

The Walkie Talkie's Wikipedia article, in fact, features an image of the building from an angle that looks like a very near or maybe even exact match to the viewing angle in the show. The article mentions that the photo was taken from the top of City Hall. Here's a Google Street View from roughly the same angle. You can also see the Gherkin!

What isn't and can't be in between them, though, is the Shard. It's on the same side of the river as the viewer in that image. It's hidden from view, behind the buildings to the left.

What if the Blue building in the show isn't the Shard? I could be wrong. Even so, this view doesn't exist in the real world. It seems pretty impossible from the map above, but I like to make sure, even if it means triple-checking.

For the belt and braces approach, peep this Google Earth view which is more or less from the same angle as the previous street view, just much higher up.

The scalpel is right between the Gherkin and the Walkie-Talkie. There's nowhere you could stand and view that skyline such that the Scalpel appears to the left of the Walkie-Talkie, and the Gherkin to the right.

What does it mean? I think it means that the creators wanted to insert a strong, automatic shorthand for London. Why do that, when we know Crowley is pretty close to Soho already? I have some thoughts, but I'm going to make another post about that.

#good omens #good omens meta #ineffable mystery #good omens questions #this show has eaten my brain

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reesespeanutbutterfuck · 1 year ago

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(im)perfectionist

vinny hong x jo!reader

jay jo's imperfectionist sister meets the flawful vinny hong.

part 4

part 3 | part 5

pairing: vinny hong x jo!fem!reader

part warnings: fem!reader, gifted!reader, cursing, mentions of blood & violence, graphic description of wounds, jo!reader (jay is reader's 1 year older brother, but they're in the same class), physical descriptions (resemblance to jay, jay's mother, heavily implied asian features) intelligent!reader, second person's pov (you, you're, your), reader is NOT yumi. wb main story SPOILERS

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You didn't get the chance to react once you felt the cold blade of the knife penetrating your flesh from behind. The grip of your hand on the glass shard loosened from shock, causing it to drop from your hand down to the ground, making a high-pitched clank!

He pulled the knife out from where he stabbed on your back and gestured to the man lying on the floor to move. Damn it! This was their plan from the start! That's why the first man carried no weapons!

You backed-up and fell backwards, butt-first. You shut your eyes in pain. The man whose face was bleeding hastily scrambled on his feet to collect his stance and harshly pulled your bag, they flipped the bag upside-down and your things fell scattered on the concrete ground. You didn't see clearly, but you were sure they took your important belongings like your wallet and phone. When they're done taking everything valuable, they quickly scrammed and left you alone.

"Hah, I'll get you back, fucking bastards! Get your asses back here!” You gritted your teeth in pain. The first time in a while that you got into a fight again, but at the cost of getting stabbed.

Did they get away with that, from so much anger, your guard was off! You limped your way to sit against the concrete wall of the alley. You tried to search for your phone but you remembered that those monsters took it. I'll kill them.

Your eyes widened in horror when you felt your own blood from your behind. Shit. This wasn't a part of what you expected to happen tonight. You remembered your medical stitching staples, they couldn't possibly have taken those. They're inside your bag, but you didn't know where it went when your things scattered, and you can't see from the dark.

Your scrambling was interrupted when someone stopped directly in front of you. You thought it was one of those fuckers that doubled-back to either kill you or retrieve the rest of your belongings. But to your surprise, the stranger standing across from you didn't do anything. You can only look down to his feet. You only caught a glimpse of mud-stained, red old skool shoes. No, this isn't what either the mobs were wearing.

“Who're you?” You squinted up at him.

“I knew it. Pesky girl. I finally found you.”

That voice…

“Do I know you?” your eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion, ignoring the name he just called you.

His feet stepped back. “You. What are you doing here?”

“Who are you?” You repeated your question. You were starting to feel the sharp pain on your back and a small movement makes it worse.

“You're the girl who stitched me up months ago. Heard your voice cursing someone while walking by, I thought it sounded familiar.”

Oh… Oh.

"Ah…” You grinned and looked down in amusement. “So you remembered. What an awful scenario for a reunion.”

You relaxed your limbs to slump against the wall more. You heard taps of a finger clicking on something only to realize he's trying to open his phone light when you finally got a glimpse of illumination when he finally turned it on. And even if he's against the light, you can see him. There's that familiar fluffy, fiery red hair.

It is him.

You twisted the corner of your lip upwards as it curved into a mischievous smirk. “Looks like deja vu, Vinny Hong? Only with switched roles this time?”

“You have some serious nuts in your head to joke even while bleeding to death. Want me to stitch you up, too?” He sarcastically countered, like it was a normal occurence for him to look at fresh blood, too.

You kicked your feet against the concrete ground and with a slightly hopeful tone, you asked, "Can you do it?"

"Do what?"

“Stitch me up.”

He blinked behind his phone light. “Are you being serious right now?”

You twisted your lips and laughed, “Serious as in I'm-losing-blood-as-time-passes-and-I'm-going-to-die serious.”

“You sure you're that girl from that night? You were more tamed and quiet the first time I saw you.” His eyes drifted on the blood on your hands.

“Well that's because tamed, in fact, is not me.”

It's been months since that incident. And this is the first time you saw him after never expecting to cross paths with him again. With the unintentional help he was providing by turning his phone light on, you got a chance to have a clearer sight to rip the seam of your uniform undershirt's end. Vinny didn't say a word nor move a muscle for a moment. You can feel his eyes following what you're doing. He squinted his eyes very slightly as he seemed more suspicious of you. He wonders how can it be possible that you're this calm and still able to think practically despite being stabbed?

You started struggling to push yourself forward and sit properly as you tried to reach behind you to cover the stab wound with the cloth. The part of the shirt slipped off your hand as you let out a sharp hiss. This is not going to work. You need help from another person.

Vinny only firmly held his phone up. He's not capable of doing medical procedures, but at least he was making an effort to help you even in the simplest way. You cursed under your breath and inhaled a nostril-stinging amount of oxygen.

“Help me.” You kicked the ripped cloth to the side. You can't use it anymore, it's contaminated.

“Well unlike you, I don't know how to stitch a wound up.”

“Can you at least try?”

"Are you crazy? I'm not you!”

“Just a couple staples will suffice.”

“No.”

“Think of me as paper–”

“No!”

“Agh! Fuck. Nevermind, I'll do it myself. Just please get my medical staples!”

"You can't reach behind you. You're going to kill yourself faster if you do whatever hell you're planning to do. You can't die yet, I still have questions to ask,” he looked around before his gaze drifted to your face once again. “I'll call an ambulance.”

“No… No!” You reached for his arm. “No hospital. I told you, I can do it myself.” Your grip on his arm tightened slightly from the pain of the wound and at the same time, a non-verbal way of begging him to listen. The way you grabbed his hand with your shaking ones was unintentionally parallel to the way he gripped yours before he passed out the first time you met.

He spared you a glance, without any trace of compassion. “That's what I told you too when I was in your place, but you didn't listen.”

“The circumstances are different!”

“How so?”

You avoided his question as you pulled his hand close and you touched your own face and neck with his large hand.

"The fuck are you doing?!"

His fingers coiled as he tried to avoid touching your skin and retrieved his hand before you can even bring it down to your chest—the upper chest, not breasts.

"Direct physical contact and fingerprints. You can't escape me now."

And then he took a moment before he realized what you implied. Now his irritation is growing stronger. “You!” He backed away with a frown. If you die here right now, he'll be set up.

"I'm always one step ahead of everyone. Bring me my duffel bag!”

“No.”

“Please... I really can't go to the hospital.”

“Why not?”

You almost ripped your hair off with vexation. Can he stop with the questions?! People are so fucking annoying!

“Because of my mom! She'll kill me!"

He scoffed. "So you're saying Miss Model Student is scared of her mother finding out about her tendencies of beating people up in deserted alleys?” he snickered, “I wonder why."

“That's none of your business, and you don't know what really happened!”

Vinny knows there must be a reason why. You reached forward and pulled on his fiery red hair lightly. And your brain didn't miss registering how unexpectedly soft his hair was. Your banter was going on fast that it was as if the both of you were just spewing nonsense. You were desperate and he wasn't willing to do anything other than to bring you to a hospital.

“You don't understand… My mother, her co-workers will see me, and they'll tell her I...”

Vinny gaped his mouth pensively. So your mother works in a hospital.

“Well, shouldn't she find out? You're her daughter. She must be worried for you.”

“You clearly don't know how my mother takes things for, especially from me.”

He detected how your mother was clearly an issue, a sore spot to you, like how some things are for him, and he wasn't meaning on rubbing salt on your wound, so he just gave up tried to say something else to divert the topic.

“There's no other option for you but to go to the hospital. Either that or nothing.”

You had a staredown for a few seconds. Before you sighed and gave up. Maybe you'll just think of something to hide the traces of what happened tonight.

“Fine. But you'll accompany me.”

“What? No!”

“Yes, you will.”

Frustration was visible on his face as he thought, Good heavens, just why am I always surrounded by stubborn people?

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You woke up lying on one of the common beds in the E.R. You didn't bother getting a hospital room, so the only thing covering you from the busy environment outside right now were the forest green curtains surrounding the hospital bed.

“You awake?”

Your head panned to your left side. Vinny was standing with crossed arms in the far left corner. Vinny? He's still here? Why didn't he leave?

You felt like shit. He was looking exceptionally blurry tonight. Until you realized you weren't wearing your glasses anymore. You squinted and looked at Vinny again until your eyes adjusted and finally saw him clearly. And only now did you realize that his eyes are two different colors—Heterochromia!

You stumbled up but your knees shook causing you to almost fall down—if you didn't catch yourself in time. You saw how his arm rose and twitched forward a little to catch you, possibly on instinct but still he didn't make enough effort to really catch you, though. It's fine, you can hold yourself up alone.

“You... You stayed?”

“You told me to, after all.” He side-eyed you to make sure you weren't going to stumble again. “Watch it.”

Vinny only agreed to accompany you to pay you back for saving his life the first time you met. Not about you dealing with the expenses, but you taking it up yourself to stitch someone hands-on. You saw him crossing his arms again in your peripheral vision.

You side-eyed him. “How's your scar? Was it bad?”

“Cut the crap. I didn't ask you to help me in the first place, so I'm not going to thank you.”

Dear. The audacity and arrogance of this man.

Finally, your head turned to him and darted him a sarcastic smile. "Nice to see you still holding up, then. That means I did the sanitation properly. And don't worry, I don't want to hear your expression of gratitude. I don't need to, and I never expected to."

Your conversation was interrupted when the curtain opened. It was an attending doctor to check up on you now that you're conscious. The wound wasn't that deep and because you were taken to the hospital immediately luckily you didn't lose a high volume of blood, but the doctor still recommended you to stay in the hospital for a while. But you know you can't.

When the attending doctor was done checking up on you for the second time—the first one not being a problem because you were conscious when you arrived and you only fell asleep because of the side effects of the anesthesia, Vinny approached you.

“Can I go home now that you're awake?” He sat at the chair near your hospital bed. Upon scanning you and looking at your current state, it's like nothing happened. You didn't even look shook, not one bit.

"A little while more until my mom's co-workers leave, and you can go home. I also need someone to talk to right now.” Curse this hospital for being the nearest one.

He clicked his tongue and begrudgingly leaned back on his seat. Your stomach grumbled a little. You only ate bunggeopangs this whole evening. You haven't had any proper meal.

Upon hearing, a little while later, Vinny fished in his pocket. When he looked up he find your eyes were elsewhere.

“[Y...Y/N].” He was quite hesitant to call you by your name for the first time. He wasn't even sure if he got it right. Your head turned to him and he showed you what he's holding in his hand. It was your Matcha-flavored kit-kats.

Your face lightened up in anticipation. "For me? You shouldn't have!”

He handed you your duffel bag too. “They found those in your pocket in the operating room.”

"Right, I totally forgot about that. Pass it here.”

He tossed the matcha kit-kats to you. You offered him some but he refused. While you were busy eating for comfort, he kept staring at the side of your face.

“If you have something to ask, go on.” You told him without looking in his direction.

“Where did you learn to stitch wounds? Are you a serial killer or something?”

You contained your laugh. Serial killer.

“That was a temporary stitch. It's not exactly meant to hold up there for long.”

"I'm not that level of an idiot. I looked at it. And I know a clean stitch when I see one. I know that's not your first time. What are you hiding?”

You appreciated the subtle implication in the comment he made on the quality of your stitches—which you took as a positive feedback.

“I told you the first time. Volunteer work in hospitals.”

He raised his eyebrows in doubt. You rolled your eyes, hiding your smirk as you tried to be serious. This dubious grouch is surely getting on your nerves. “What? Do you think I stick needles on people for fun?”

His lips agape. He really can't believe the bizarre thing coming out of your unfiltered mouth. Maybe the anesthesia was making your mouth more unfiltered.

“You have an odd sense of humor.”

"You're just unfunny.”

"How did you know my name? I don't remember telling you.” because you left before he woke up the first time you met.

“Oh, right. Truth is, I heard from you again because of Minu.”

“Minu… You know him?” Vinny's eyes darkened, waiting for you to elaborate about your connection with Minu. Bingo.

“He's my schoolmate. Where did you go off to? They said you weren't home earlier. They tried to call you from outside your house.”

Vinny remembered ignoring Sung's texts of "Where are you right now? Someone's here to see you." that were only marked delivered. He finally pieced everything together. Sung's text, Minu coming to his house. It means Minu's the one who came to his house with Sung to see him earlier.

“Why did they come to see me?”

You swallowed the kit-kat you were chewing before answering, “From what Minu told me, Sung came to our school personally to ask help for your personal conflict.”

“So you learned about my screwed up life?” Sung Kwon, that little shit. he thought.

“Think what you want to think. But I'm not here to comment about your life.” You answered. He sat in silence after that.

“Join the biking crew.” You directly looked into his hetero-colored eyes.

His mouth slightly agape. He knew exactly what you were talking about, and it's not as if he's going to pretend not to.

“Why?”

“Why not?”

He looked annoyed. He rolled his eyes. The way his reactions were just what you're expecting out of him is entertaining. “I'm leaving.”

“Don't. I still need your help.”

“I doubt you do. With the way you're annoying me, I think you have just enough energy to hold yourself up.”

“Just listen, they're lacking a member. Minu's biking crew needs you.” And you need the biking crew, you wanted to add.

“Why don't you join?”

You sighed. This again?

"I have a lot of responsibilities weighing on my shoulders right now. The pressure's not getting any lighter.”

His expression changed a little. Like he was holding himself back from saying something.

“What?” Your brows furrowed.

“Nothing. I just thought the Model Student dub was a joke.” He only called you that to poke fun at you, but he didn't know you were actually suffering from it. Had he known, he wouldn't have had.

“Oh, you're being empathetic now? You're really good at swinging between moods.”

He rolled his eyes, look who's talking. “Sure. Should I learn to stitch people too so I can be more similar to you?”

"You seem to have a lingering attachment to my stitches. Do you want me to open up that stab wound of yours and stitch it up again?”

He grimaced in distaste. “Attachment? Barf.”

Just as he was bantering with you, as much as he doesn't want to admit, your enigmatic personality is quite amusing and foreign to himself-claimed dullness. It's crazy how you can manage to make him respond even if he doesn't want to anymore.

“I'll pay you back for the hospital settlement you paid last time.”

“Don't bother. It wasn't my money anyway.” It was, but you couldn't possibly care about money.

“Doesn't matter. I'll still pay you back in some way.”

“You just did tonight. When you brought me here. That's enough payment.” you opened another packet of a matcha kit-kat.

Your eyes caught the dried bloodstains on your shirt. You then reached inside of your duffel bag. Your clothes were still inside, the clothes you packed sure came in handy. Now all you have to do is change your clothes.

“Hey, can you please turn around?” You turned to Vinny whose attention was somewhere else.

"No." He had enough of your teasing and you might be plotting another one of your schemes. He won't fall for your tricks again.

“Fine, if you say so.” You started to lift the ends of your ripped, blood-stained uniform top, revealing your bare skin.

"The hell!" Vinny quickly looked away and turned around when he realized what you're about to do. You wouldn't actually flash your chest to him you did it to annoy him.

“I have to change. My roommate will freak out if she sees the blood on my clothes. Don't look until I say it's cool, and make sure no one opens the curtain.”

You told him he can turn around when you did finish changing. He faced you but he was still awkwardly avoiding you with his eyes. You shook your head at his awkwardness. Is this really the man who beat Dom's ass up?

“I'm fully clothed now. Don't let your mind fly anywhere else. I was only messing with you.” you scrunch your face.

He couldn't hide his annoyed expression, “Well, you really should stop.”

“Okay.”

You both fell silent. It came to his mind how he was supposed to be fuming about his unfortunate life, but somehow, he forgot how fucked up his life was for a second, and the only thing he cared about right now is to reciprocate your ridiculing. Really, how can you do that?

"...You're annoying." Vinny crumpled the side of his lips snarkily as he opened his mouth again after a while.

"No, you're annoying."

"The anesthesia must be seeping in your brain right now. I didn't know it makes people insane as a side effect.”

You nodded sarcastically. “Yeah, yeah. Because of your attitude, it makes me regret not twisting that knife that night when I had the chance.”

“You know what? I really should be going home now.”

“Wait.” You stood up slowly and pushed the curtain a little to take a peek outside. Your parents' co-workers are gone. Finally. “They're gone. You can go. Thanks for your company, Vinny Hong.”

“Sure.” He checked if he forgot anything before he opened the curtain.

“Oh, and before you go,” He glanced back at you, waiting for what you'll follow.

You tossed him a keychain—A cat wearing a tomato hat meme.

“About joining the crew, you should give it a thought. And that...” you pointed at the tomato cat that resembles him, “...that's the only trinket of mine I could give you as a token of gratitude. I made that myself, it's hard resin.” He averted his eyes and looked down for a seconds as if he was contemplating. After a few seconds, he closed his palm, enclosing the keychain inside his hand as he looked back up to you.

“Goodbye.”

You were left standing there as you watched as he stepped out of the hospital. Without your realization, your expression turned back to being blank. It was as if it only sunk in now that you're alone again—something you didn't feel when he was there.

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#vinny hong #jay jo x reader #vinny hong x reader #jay jo #windbreaker #imperfectionist

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lyssaterald · 21 days ago

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Take Flight, Lesson 7-10: The Tour BEGINS, (finally)

Content Warning: General spoilers for the main story. Minors and ageless accounts do not interact! Named character, and slight mentions of character’s past and history which are NOT expanded on as they are NOT very important to this chapter. Weirdly, I switch between past and present tense. Sorry, not sorry. Unbeta read.

Some references are made to previous chapters. See the Masterlist.

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The brothers and angels were trading quips back and forth with some amusement when Diavolo and Lucifer returned together to the Castle entrance hall. Diavolo's eyes swept over my little group and lingered on me for a moment before passing over the others.

"Well, it looks like everyone's here now," Diavolo stated with some satisfaction and his arms crossed over his red blazer.

Lucifer was eyeing Mammon as he said, "In that case, let's begin our tour of the Demon Lord's Castle." Mammon breathed a sigh of relief that his last comment hadn't been mentioned, until Lucifer's eyes narrowed and he continued, "Mammon, when the tour's over, I expect you to come to my room and explain everything in detail about what you just mentioned."

"YIKES!" Mammon yelped and I stifled a laugh. It was so like him to talk about stealing something and then Lucifer catching him, whether or not his brother had been in the room for the conversation.

"What an idiot," Satan muttered, shaking his head.

"Now, now. I think its nice to have at least one foolish character in the group you can tease. It lightens things up a little, don't you think?" a voice asked and I jumped, growling deep in my throat. For a moment, I forgot my draconic features were Veiled and my shoulder blades flexed like they would have with my wings. Instead of curling my wings protectively around us, I had to settle for a hand on Luke's shoulder as I looked around for the source of the voice.

"HEY! Who're you callin' foolish?!" Mammon snapped, keeping his place at my back.

He did that automatically, like it was a given for him that he was my protector.

Simeon appeared as surprised as I was and stepped closer to Luke as well. "Where did that voice come from?"

A...ball...of black inkiness resolved itself from the shadow of one of the planters by the double doors. It had thin arms and legs that seemed more a suggestion than anything and a hat with a yellow stripe around the brim.

"Whoopsie! Guess I should have introduced myself first! Hello there, I'm little D. Number 2. Ah, but call me Number Two if you would, mmkay?" it said. Its mouth was full of razor sharp teeth that made me want to raise my hackles and growl again.

Luke startled at the appearance of the thing and stepped back into me with a yelp. "Wh-what is THAT?! A tiny demon...?"

Beel appeared to drooling on his jacket as he eyed it. "Looks yummy," he muttered.

Solomon caught Beel's elbow and shook his head at the larger demon. "Careful, Beel. He'll make you sick to your stomach."

A laugh made me look at Diavolo. His golden eyes were gleaming with amusement. "You all know about the Little D's, don't you? After all, they help Lyssa with any tasks we assign." His expression dropped a little. "Apparently, Barbatos has some student council business to attend to at the moment, so I thought I'd ask Number Two here to be our guide. He may be small, but he's very helpful."

I was staring at it. That was one of the shadow things that were assigned to guide and advise me when the Brothers had other duties to attend to? They'd never actually detached from the shadows they followed me through so I'd never really seen them.

Lucifer was smiling sharply at Mammon as he said, "Yes. He's MUCH more helpful than a certain OTHER 'number two' I know."

My first pact-mate shrugged at his elder brother. "A certain other number two? ...Who's that?"

Levi stared at Mammon and then shook his head. "You know, every once in a while, I'm actually a little envious of you for being like this, Mammon..."

The little spike of hurt I felt in our pact-bond said he wasn't near as oblivious as his brothers made him out to be, but he didn't say anything to contradict them so I stayed quiet as I watched him. The Little D, in the meantime, launched into an enthusiastic rundown of what we were going to be seeing on our tour. I tuned him out in favor of reaching my hand out to tug at Mammon's leather jacket.

His head was down, just a little. "Hey," I said softly. "Thanks for having my back earlier. I appreciate that my first pact-mate would do that for me." Mammon gave me a small smile and stepped closer to my side.

We started with a portrait that bore a striking resemblance to Diavolo. However, upon closer inspection, I could see the differences in their features, the subtle broadness of the jawline, the smaller nose, the way the eyebrows drew together, and the eyes. They weren't quite the gold that Diavolo's was, containing more black than his.

"Surely you don't need to introduce HIM, do you?" Satan asked sarcastically.

"Don't be so sure, Satan. After all, I'm guessing Lyssa doesn't know who this is," Simeon answered.

Looking at them, I had to stifle a laugh. Despite Satan being one of the born demons, he and Simeon looked very much like brothers in that moment. Their eyes were almost exact opposites but the depth of their coloring suggested they were in the same color spectrum and their body language. They were both standing side-by-side with their right hand propped on their hips and regarding me with the same look.

"I can guess," I said dryly and Diavolo's smile thinned, just a little.

"Right, so this is a portrait of the great Demon King himself!" the little D rambled excitedly.

Luke was studying the portrait with interest from a little ways back. "Ah, right, so that's what he looks like. The last time I saw him was at a ceremony over a thousand years ago."

"Yes, I haven't seen my father in several hundred years myself. He's slumbering at the bottom of the Devildom now." Diavolo was studying the portrait now and I had to wonder if he had any good memories of his father to have that sort of pained expression on him. "I'd say he isn't much interested in the world at large these days." His tone was a touch unfriendly and disappointed.

Solomon was inspecting the case below the portrait with a crown of some sort in it. It was dark for all that it was gold and adorned with many different jewels. "Whose crown is this? Could it belong to the Demon King?" he asked.

"Actually, it belongs to the former Demon King before him," Lucifer said after a moments glance over it.

"Ah, so it is," Solomon exclaimed. "Here is the former Demon King's inscription inside it."

"You seem to know quite a bit about these things," I noted with amusement.

Lucifer glanced at Diavolo and then back to the crown. "That's because when I first came here, Diavolo explained what each item here was. It took him hours."

"Haha, right! I did, didn't I? Ah, the memories!" The demon prince's expression was brighter and softer when he smiled, really smiled. It cracked the mask and lit up his features, taking his general beauty and making him-

I tore my gaze from him, heat creeping up my neck and ears. Don't go there.

In the silence between them, Mammon laughed at his elder brother's pained expression. "Man, I've got to hand it to Lord Diavolo. Even when Lucifer gets sarcastic, it STILL doesn't bother him...!"

"Assuming it registered as sarcasm to him in the first place," Solomon observed.

After that, the Little D led us on a tour through the twisting halls and enthusiastically launched into explanations about the importance and history of the pieces. Over time, I was tuning the droning out and kept half an eye on Mammon whenever he paid a little too much attention to certain pieces. Luke drifted off to his other housemates and I let myself relax into the tour as everyone else seemed preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Diavolo coincidently stood beside me when we stopped to admire certain items or paintings. His presence was distracting as his scent invaded my senses and my gut twisted uncomfortably. Cinnamon and rain, something like home. It made my heart ache, too, and it had only been a few weeks since they had brought me here. I tried to skitter away from him and towards the pact-mates that were safer for me in my rising state and changing scent, but he followed me and the brothers instinctively gave way to him.

By the Saints, I hated the dragon's Rut. It was hard to concentrate on anything besides him. Meanwhile, Diavolo and Lucifer bickered lightly about the first days when they had met, expanding on the history of some pieces and helping to distract me from Diavolo's presence so close to me.

"No, don't bring that up-" Lucifer started, but Diavolo was already grinning at his friend.

"Oh, what's the harm in it? The first time I met you, you were simply so divine, so awe-inspiring that you took my breath away. I couldn't believe such a beautiful, magnificent angel actually existed. And then there was the way you refused to even shake my hand at first."

"Why do you sound so happy right now...?" Lucifer sighed.

I was watching Diavolo closely and he did seem rather pleased at the memory. As the child of a dragon ruler, and not even her heir, others had a hard time saying no to me even when they hated me. As for my siblings, who were the legitimate Heirs, other dragons hardly ever tried to contradict them. That fell to us siblings and other family members who had equal status to them. But Diavolo had no siblings and his father had been asleep for the last several hundred years. Lucifer was, perhaps, the first that had ever refused him anything he had wanted and that had made him desire to have Lucifer at his side all the more. What had occurred that had made it possible to bind the brothers to him so tightly?

Diavolo caught my eye and grinned at me, making heat flush up my neck again. I broke eye contact first and looked back at the Little D, who was attempting to explain something about another portrait. Levi, Beel, and Satan discussed...something...in the background but it was too hard to focus on their words.

I lost track of how long we continued on through the tour.

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me spoilers #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #named oc

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ahs double feature red tide is actually kind of good. like its not really but i like drug themes especially tied with fame especially when we get some blood AND some murder kids in there so its fun. its not hotel by any means and thats what kinda makes it fall through is that a very very similar story already got told on ahs, and better, but if you dont compare it to that, or the other seasons at all, and let it live in its own bubble it has legs.

this might sound like a water is wet but macaulay culkin is spectacular, and in letting series familiars/leaders like evan peters and sarah paulson do more supporting work it really fluffs it up. new seasons darlings like billie lourd take what they do best and run with it, and starting actors, notably the child actor in the ensemble cast, ryan kiera armstrong, make very promising roles.

spoiler alert for the end of my sentence here but i love when a season has an ending that may not be seen as a happy one for wider audiences, but for me 'two women, one a prodigious chemist and the other kind of a loser but a confident one, wipe the slate clean by murdering like a solid bakers dozen of people and take away someone else's daughter to let her be a bloodthirsty little talent and their baby to raise happily' is always fun for me. i love a murder kid it must be said. you can always always sell me with murder kid.

#emergency broadcast system

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Day 2: Horizon [FFXIV Writing Challenge 2024]

Warning: Spoilers for Dawntrail MSQ ahead.

The skyline was filled with neon lights. The purple, glowing haze of Solution Nine served as an early morning flashbang for Mayu when she used the remote Morgan had left for her room. Though it was admittedly nice to have a set of panels keep her room dark while sleeping, there was something unsettling about the lack of a rising sun to greet her.

Her morning routine the past few days had been simple: wake up, shower, play the daily crossword on one of those fancy screens her host had lent her, brush her teeth, and then head out for work. The Doman didn't even know how to navigate the device herself; she just committed to memory the places the Hyune had pressed on the screen and the order in which she had done so. Any words that she didn't know, she had a Solution Nine Official Dictionary™ (selling now for [a moderate amount of currency here] (and double if you want the lenticular cover featuring Queen Sphene AND King Gulool Ja)) at the ready.

"A totes busting Mosaic pastry..." She mumbles, frowning.

She consults the Book™. Ah, a...

"What in the hell is a 'cronut'?" Mayu says, aghast. She fills in the "answer" on her puzzle. "I would have never gotten that. This game is stupid."

She powers down the PDA after consulting about a dozen or so of her answers, finishing the rest of her morning rituals. Her bright yellow jacket made her stick out like a sunflower in the luminous kaleidoscope of flowers in Solution Nine's glitzy (and perhaps a bit tacky) grasslands. But, hey, it was cute, so nobody could judge her for her tastes. Hopefully.

It didn't take long for her to reach the Neon Stein, getting to work on her usual research and experimentation. With the vast amounts of new technology at her disposal, she was beginning to make headway on a set of armor that would allow her to explore the ruins beyond the city soon.

Then, her true work could begin.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2024 #ffxivwrite #mayu ishii #my writing

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xoxardnekoxo · 1 year ago

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Movie Review: TMNT Mutant Mayhem

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD!

Ah, Ninja Turtles. My childhood superheroes... oh who am I kidding, my eternal superheroes. :D This fabsome foursome debuted in 1987, the same year I was born, so I literally grew up watching the franchise. The series has gotten several reboots over the last three decades, and it's still going strong. The hype now is around the latest installment, Mutant Mayhem, created by Seth Rogen.

So, confession - when I first heard details about this movie and saw promo images, I was NOT on board. The art style is amateur at best, and yet another one of my beloved childhood redheaded characters has been black washed. First Ariel, now April? If we could stop doing that, that would be great... I'm totally okay with her being heavyset and more realistic in terms of body. We could all use THAT type of PC upgrade for beloved classic characters. But at least keep them the same race we've always known them to be.

But enough about that. It wasn't just the art style that made me stick my nose up in disgust at yet another remake of my ultimate childhood series. I'm literally a mega fan - my TMNT collection dates back 30+ years and is still growing, and it features some sort of item from every series thus far (with the exception of Rise... because even I can't get on board with that one). I'm talking figures, plushes, clothes, jewelry, hats, backpacks, bookmarks, magnets, buttons, piggy banks, etc. You name it, I've got it in TMNT form. So I'm very passionate about the show and can be quite critical of changes to it.

Which is why when I was starting to get past the art style, I was appalled to learn that not only would Shredder not be the main antagonist this time around, he wouldn't even be referenced at all.

Uh... yeah, we all know - we've known since 1984, when the comics came out - that Shredder is THE villain of the turtles. That's the one thing that's been consistent with every franchise (except The Next Mutation, but he at least made an appearance in that, albeit for a brief time). Instead, the bad guy is a hideous creature called Superfly. Kind of a double play on words considering he's literally a giant mutant fly with fancy/classy/fast cars and an entire mutant army and crime baddies at his disposal.

And Splinter? OMG, what did they DO to him? His face looks like someone splattered vegetables on the sidewalk. I see a squashed tomato/potato where his nose should be, and his "beard" is like the top of broccoli or a garlic clove. (shudder) And let's not get into the fact that, when the turtles were kids, he had a freaking Afro and a mustache. The turtles are meant to be 15 in this time, which would make the year roughly 2008 when they were kids, so the 70s look was way dated at that time.

Then we get more great news... not only are we now race-swapping characters; we're also gender-swapping them. Leatherhead and Wingnut, while minor characters throughout every iteration, are now girls instead of guys.

Leatherhead has always been an ally to the turtles, except in the original series, and considering the direction this movie took, I have to wonder if the writers thought it would be inappropriate to make them enemies because it would show teen guys beating up a girl. I mean, "beating up" may be a stretch, but you get what I mean. And Wingnut has always been super annoying to me, so I would have been okay had she not been in the movie at all. But I digress.

Okay, so, plot. Since Shredder isn't the main villain, the plot isn't the usual "stop Shredder from conquering Earth" thing. The movie starts with Baxter Stockman raising a giant mutant baby fly - in a crib and all - in a lab surrounded by test tubes of animals. Yeah, I didn't make that up. Animals of all different species and sizes are somehow shrunken down to conveniently fit inside a test tube.

Some heavy-duty suit guys break in and grab Stockman to take all his research at the behest of a mysterious woman named Cynthia Utrom. We know from prior series and lore that the Utroms are the alien race that created the ooze that caused the mutations of, well, all mutants. Utrom looks like a woman here, but she could be wearing a human suit like in the 2003 series. We don't know, and we don't find out.

Anyway, the baby fly escapes and takes out all the suits because, well, he's super strong and inhuman. And he has wings. He manages to grab all Stockman's test tubes and book it out of there, and then we fast forward to 15 years later where we meet our protagonists. Their current mission? To acquire necessities for the lair from a list given to them by Splinter. So they do this and they're like, "Hey, we've only been gone for a little bit. Let's go check out the outdoor movie playing in the park." So then we get to see them watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Yep, a live action movie in a CGI movie with art that's literally meant to resemble sketches like kids would draw.

So then they get back to the lair but Leo guiltily confesses that they all went to watch a movie in close proximity to humans. We're then introduced to the origin story of the turtles and Splinter, and while we're all familiar with it, it's slightly different this time. Splinter was a normal rat before, but he wasn't anyone's pet. He was a typical NYC rat, hated by humans (and raccoons... and dogs...) and one day he finds himself in the sewers and comes upon four baby turtles crawling around in green ooze. This ooze had come from a canister kicked into a sewer grate from Stockman's lab earlier. Splinter was shocked that the turtles took right to him, and they were the first and only things to not instantly hate him or want to kill him. So of course he touches the ooze and mutates, as do the turtles. He raises them as his sons, and honestly, I don't recall ever hearing him being called Splinter. All the turtles called him Dad. I don't think we ever knew his name... so if you didn't know of any other TMNT series before this, you'd have no idea what his name was.

Anyway, the turtles, as kids, wanted to go above ground one day, and Splinter thought he'd give it a try. Bad idea, because, of course, everyone freaked out and chased them away. So Splinter vowed to keep his sons safe and refused to let them leave the lair except to get supplies. We're also treated to a montage of cheesy old footage of actual martial arts movies/shows depicting how Splinter trained the turtles in ninjitsu as a means of self defense. He now loathes humans and wants nothing to do with them, and wants the same for his sons.

So after the confession of watching a movie, the turtles get grounded and are all talking in their room about what they'd do if they could be normal. Meanwhile, a crime spree has broken out with mega villain Superfly (yep, that's his name) stealing all kinds of high-tech scientific items... and if anyone sees his face, he kills them.

We're soon introduced to April, who, this time, is not an adult reporter. She's an aspiring reporter in high school, and she's collecting information on the Superfly case because, due to the crime spree, the school's prom has been cancelled and she thinks she can get it back if she solves the mystery of Superfly.

Well, the guys are throwing ninja starts at watermelons (because why not) on the rooftop one night, and one lands in April's helmet. As she's chewing out the shadows on the roof that she can't see, someone steals her scooter. And Leo decides this would be a great time to play hero and get the scooter back for the "beautiful human girl." Yeah, in the 2012 version, Donnie had a crush on April. This time around, apparently it's Leo.

The guys then partake in their first actual fight with bad guys - I'd love to say that I went YES in the theater when a car radio turns on and "Ninja Rap" from the original second movie is playing - and shortly thereafter, April sees them. But she doesn't freak out even when she realizes they're not wearing costumes. She's more interested in getting a story about them for the school newspaper. But of course, considering they aren't supposed to be seen or known about, that won't do. April then tells the guys that, had they not helped her beforehand by getting her scooter back, she probably would have had a much different and more negative reaction to seeing them. This gives the turtles an idea: Become heroes by finding Superfly and bringing him to justice, allow April to get it all on film to showcase them as heroes, and then she can write and submit her story.

April accepts the terms, and the turtles go to her high school with her and are all "ooohh, ahh, we want to go here." They find April's locker, which has been graffitied with things like "puke girl." We're then treated to the ever delightful scene of our female protagonist spewing what looks like green ooze all over a desk because of nerves while giving the morning announcements. Look, I know this is CGI and not real, but that was completely unnecessary. More on that later.

So to get to Superfly, the guys have to interrupt a transfer of goods, i.e. the final piece of some machine Superfly is building for his nefarious plot (which we don't know what it is yet). The guys are waiting in the truck and he shows up... with Bebop and Rocksteady. You remember them. The mutant warthog and rhino, respectively, from 1987 and 2012? Shredder's mutant allies? The ones Shredder created? Yeah, those two. Well, this time, since there is no Shredder, they were created in Stockman's lab. Remember all the animals in test tubes? Yeah, they're all grown now as well, raised by Superfly since he was the oldest. Stockman's plan was to create a family of mutants because he was never liked or understood by people. Superfly's plan is to pick up where his "father" left off... by turning all animals into mutants and killing all humans.

So of course, eventually the turtles manage to turn the tables and attempt to escape with the last piece of the machine Superfly needs to spread the mutagen. But of course, that falls apart and a bunch of Utrom's suits find and capture them. April races back to the lair to tell Splinter that his sons are in trouble... yeah, that's an awkward first meeting. Splinter shows up and takes out all the suits (Utrom has been taken away to safety), saves his sons, and they all start to head back home to come up with a plan to stop Superfly. It results in them basically appealing to all the other mutants, telling them that they don't have to listen to Superfly and that they have a choice. Surprise, surprise, they all turn against the big bad. Even Rocksteady and Bebop, and they're supposed to be villains... I realize their origin is different here, but come on.

Well, everyone takes out the giant mutagen machine... sort of. It lands in the river below, where there are dozens of species of sea life. Yep, you guessed it. Superfly merges with all the animals in the river. He gets a whale body, crab pinchers, some sort of tail, etc. And, for some reason, random horses on his legs. Wha... Oh, and he's now taller than the Empire State Building. Awesome.

Yeah, as if he wasn't ugly enough before LOL. Well, the suits in Utrom's lab had been working on an anti-mutagen, and April managed to swipe one of these canisters... somehow. It didn't really show how, she just did it. Times Square has a huge news report going on about mutants attacking, so April manages to get inside the Channel 6 (yep, the right station!) building to take over the report and explain that she knows the truth - that the only bad mutant is the giant fly/whale hybrid thing. And then she pukes again. Seriously, STOP THAT.

Splinter is trying to get to his sons, but Superfly manages to knock him back hard enough to break his leg. Humans approach, and he's terrified... but they're reaching for him to help him. So then we have humans and mutants working together to get the anti-mutagen to the turtles, who manage to throw it into Superfly's weak spot - the whale blow hole. Yep, that takes care of it. So then the turtles are revered as heroes, and the other mutants are all now living in the sewers with them... and the turtles wind up going to high school. They're got human clothes on, ditch their masks, etc. And all the kids welcome them and think they're super cool. April's locker has been re-graffitied with things like "cool girl" instead of "puke girl," and then the movie just... ends.

Then we get a post-credits scene, showing how the turtles are getting along in high school. Each one seems to have found his niche, and they're even all at the prom together. However, Utrom is watching them, and she says that capturing them will be difficult. So she asks her assistant to bring her... The Shredder! Then we see an outline of Shredder before the scene cuts away. So yeah, totally open for a sequel, as is the norm with movies these days. In fact, a sequel (and TV series) has actually already been confirmed! I mean, honestly, how could Seth Rogen, a self-admitted TMNT addict, create a TMNT movie without at least planning for Shredder to be in it?

So, all in all, it wasn't a bad movie. I appreciate the throwbacks to the original series, and I'm glad to see my favorite heroes getting so much recognition again.

However, there are definitely some things in this movie that weren't necessary. The top of that list is April's barfing scene. She was nervous doing the morning announcements at school and wound up throwing up as a result. Then later, during her news broadcast telling everyone that the only bad mutant is Superfly, she does it again... honestly, I get that we may need a reason for her to rather be behind the camera instead of in front of it, and she needs an obstacle to jump over to tell the people who tease her to suck it, but did it have to be that??? We're showing puke in kids' movies now? Please, just, don't... I don't care that it's a cartoon and looked like the ooze that mutated our beloved heroes. That doesn't mean I want to see it spewing out of someone's mouth. What is it with Seth Rogen and vomit movies? Is it like some unwritten rule that someone has to upchuck in everything he's in? UGH.

Also, this movie is rated PG, but... were all the nipple references necessary? Splinter is legit concerned that, if his sons are found by humans, they'll be put in a lab and milked...and they're like, "But we don't even have nipples!" Then the turtles say the same thing to April when she talks about writing a story about them, and she asks how that could be done for the same reason. Then later, in Utrom's lab, they are getting milked... but, I mean, how... way too much emphasis on that.

And did Splinter seriously need a love interest? With an unintelligible giant bug? Just... why? That's wrong on so many levels.

It was said from the start that this movie would focus mostly on the "teenager" aspect, and it absolutely did that. The guys weren't all serious about ninja training and mastering new techniques; they were more interested in what it would be like to be a normal kid, go to school, go to the prom, etc. And since it's 2023, and because it's Seth Rogen, we have to have some swearing and such, even in a cartoon. Mostly it's by Superfly (aka Ice Cube), so not surprising. But even the original 1990 live action movie had cursing LOL.

You know, I'm almost positive that the turtles never officially introduced themselves to April upon meeting her. She introduced herself, but I don't think they ever identified themselves. The closest we came was in they were in the school and Michelangelo was signing himself up for a talent show. We all know who they are, but a human meeting them for the first time more than likely wouldn't. Hmmm... I think some details got overlooked. Just like how I swear Splinter's name wasn't mentioned once in the entire hour and 49 minutes of the movie's runtime.

Anyway, as a hard-core TMNT fan, I did enjoy the movie. Definitely some things that I would have changed, and others that should have stayed true to the original, but all in all it wasn't bad. I think I can give it 8/10 and be satisfied. :)

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I was giving the show a bit of time to accumulate some episodes before starting it, but I have started AHS Delicate, and, three episodes in, I'm pleased to tell you that so far, this season is better than Double Feature (though how incredibly high that bar is is a bit of a YMMV thing). Spoilers ahead.

It's not on the same level of the "good" seasons (where you draw that line is again, YMMV; for me 1-5= good; 6 was experimental and I liked it for trying; Cult grew on me; hated Apocalypse; loved 1984; liked Red Tide, and hated Death Valley thus making Double Feature not good; and loved NYC for reasons that aren't entirely related to the quality of writing, if you catch my drift). Emma Roberts isn't exactly given a lot to work with, but she's fine. Kim Kardashian uh... I actually cannot tell she's acting, you know? Like, Siobhan as a character here literally just feels like Kim Kardashian (which I guess kind of happens when the character she's named for was combined with Anna Alcott's publicist from the book).

Yeah, okay, there it is. I mentioned the book. So far (again, I'm only three episodes in out of the currently available five), this season is working as a solid adaptation. Anna's publicist (whose name I can't be bothered to remember from the book) has been combined with her best friend and role model Siobhan, which honestly doesn't change too much bust does tighten the focus a bit. I'm curious how certain moments will play out, as these two had ultimately very different roles in the book (what with one of them having a very Spoiler heavy fate). The show also wisely chooses to introduce Anna's hallucinations earlier on (this might come up later, so I'm not saying plot hole... yet. The way this plays out in the book kind of requires her to be significantly further into her pregnancy than she is in the series; they'll either have this for Rule of Creepy, or they'll use this to signal that the Coven's involvement happens earlier in the show than in the book. We will see.)

There unfortunately isn't really a lot character-wise to judge so far, so we will instead look at this season in terms of style. We've got an unfortunately kind of washed out look going on that sadly reminds me of Red Tide, so that's a thing. This does however work really well for a later moment which feels suspiciously like it was taken from a scrapped live-action version of Coraline (not in the book, but it's a really cool stand-in for the scene it's replacing). I'm a Guillermo del Toro fan: I'm a sucker for creepy things in jars.

What I kind of want to flash on though is the soundtrack. It won't be for everyone (certainly it's a different beast entirely to the NYC soundtrack), but there's a bit of a fairy-tale thing going on, in a haunted Disney kind of way. I have a vague recollection of A Cure for Wellness hearing it and anything that reminds me of A Cure for Wellness is a good thing.

So to wrap up, I think so far my judgment that the book would work well as an American Horror Story season was the correct one. It gives me so far a bit of hope that other contemporary horror novels might see a similar kind of AHS flair. Maybe this is the direction the show needed to take all along.

#ahs delicate #delicate condition #a cure for wellness

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years ago

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Episodes 39 and 40 of Delicious Party Precure! Together! In a double feature! Like fat juicy burger and a crispy chicken sandwich! It's epic!

First one's Yui focused? With her Dad? And the second Takumicchi focused? With HIS Dad? It's a double DILF special! Very cool.

I've been putting these both off so Spoilers, I guess... for two~!

-Oh yeah, we went back in time. That's a thing Kabuto did too, Yuin!

-Oooooh, Inari wrap, huh?

-So you WERE the narrator all along! ...wait, does this mean you've been hanging out with me the whole time?

-Ah... Yone-san... you really were watching over her all this time, huh?

-Dad's comin' back! The fisher man!

-How delectable.

-No need to cook!?

-Oh shit, Yuin's got sports ball power, I kinda forgot.

-See, with Ikki Igarashi, it's pretty informed in his fighting style, but Yuin's been sluggin' bitches so much... you very pointedly don't use your hands in soccer, so.

-Wakana Tamaki? Like Go Tamaki?

-Skort skort, Kome-Kome!

-Skort skort, Koko-neechan!

-Alright Mari-chan, what've you got for us today?

-We met Ginger! In the ancient past of 2002!

-Left on read.

-Sorry, Mari-chan.

-Black Pepper!

-Papa Ginger's just... like that, huh?

-Oh shit, Cerfueil.

-You will become perfect! ...that so, green lady?

-Snacc time

-Damn, Wakana-chan! Your dad's cool!

-Oh hello, Mashiba-san.

-Ooooooh, you're totally wiped!

-Oh...

-Damn dude, you okay?

-Dinner Time.

-Inari zushi!

-Oh, Jesus! Yuin, your room looks like it's covered in strawberry frosting! You don't even need that lamp, it's so bright already!

-What a hard-working man Mashiba-san is. You're super lucky to have a dad as based as he is, Wakana-chan.

-Grandmother once said... "No matter what condiment, no matter what ingredient, there is something greater and that's love of the person creating the food."

-Damn, going to a boarding school, huh?

-Not everybody gets it, I guess.

-She's in a mood, Ranchi.

-Well Kokone, I suppose we could reduce the preptime of their food with a bit of thinking...

-It's okay Yuin. I'm running low on Grandma Tendo quotes too.

-Yuin's gonna need to waterboard herself with mouthwash to get all that inevitable plaque outta her teeth.

-Egg

-Oh shit, Seccy's got a backstory.

-...oh, you've got issues.

-Tell her, Ranchi!

-Yuin, are you sure you're not gonna die?

-Maybe sit this one out, Yuin.

-Yeah, Precious is dyin'!

-Go time, ladies!

-Yum-Yum! Hyakuretsu Ken!

-"YOU SUCK!"

-Goddamn Seccy, you're very sad.

-Nobody's Perfect! My favorite W insert song!

-"Secretoru! I have to thank you! It's because of your very adult wisdom that I realize how much of a fuckin' sad soy princess cuckquean you are~!"

-Take the Baton! Convey your own genius!

-Oh but first, some bread.

-Whoop they ass!

-Ass they whooped.

-Two Egg.

-Not even happy to do your job, huh Seccy?

-Help her out, hell yeah!

-Busyness for his business.

-Seems like something stuck with Wakana-chan!

-Power Lunch!

-Come up with your own food-related aphorisms, Yuin-san!

-Ranchi and Amai-kaichou. Linguistic scholars.

-Takumicchi?

-Ohhhhhhh, Takumicchi!

-Yeah, your Dad's totally Cinnamon.

-Ohhhhhh, Takumi's mom's in on it.

-Cinnamon-san

-Oh sure, hit me with this catchy-ass pretty outro. I need that.

-Yep, two Dads are back!

-Takumicchi's retiring!

-Yep, the DILFs are back in town!

-Mari-chan

-Cinnamon... Shinada Monpei... Shina Mon...

-Ohhhh, that's

-That's very clever.

-Hug Him!

-Sad Prince Mari-chan.

-Ah, went somewhere to the Middle East, huh?

-Takumicchi! You have been discovered!

-It's okay though, I know a guy! I just need you to call this number, and ask for a new dust filter for a Hoover Max Pr-

-Oh yeah, it's Christmas next week. Ah.

-Buche de Noel..

-You really wanted to help out your girl, huh Takumicchi?

-Them slippery Bundoru.

-Not a Cook Fighter or a Pretty Cure.

-That's gotta sting, huh buddy?

-Good job, Fennel.

-...I uh... kinda find you a little sussy, but okay

-Ohayoooo!

-Aw, Takumicchi :(

-Ranchi and Koko-neechan seem to be jazzed for the

-Kanpeki!

-Thinkin' about Seccy, huh?

-Ever the supportive type, huh Takumicchi?

-AMANE JUMPSCARE

-BUUUUUUUH

-Chrimbus Party!

-Hahahahahahaha!

-I have to admit Takumicchi, I didn't think very highly of you when we first met, but you've definitely become a real reliable guy.

-Yeaaah!

-Man, if only literally every PreCure capable of retrieving them Pipis didn't live in Japan, huh?

-Then nobody can cook anymore.

-...goddamn your glasses are hot, Seccy.

-Bundoru, Bundoru!

-Chringus Time is here!

-Purse!

-Whoa! Big money!

-"Ah? Takumi, you didn't do anything bad as Black Pep. Why on earth would you ever want to hide it from Yui?"

-"Noooooooooo reason..."

-"Aaaaah, got it."

-Burned tongue!

-Cake...

-Bitch took my cake, my dog, my fox, and my dragon!

-Oooh, Mari got the moves!

-Oh, she caught him!

-"Gimme that fuckin' thing! I'm kicking that bitch's teeth in!"

-Black Pepper! Make her sneeze!

-You go, lad!

-Looks like you got caught in the act, buddy.

-Alright ladies, from the top! Delicious Standby!

-Kome! Tasty! Wonton! ...and Parfait noises!

-She's got a fuckin' command pad.

-Dooooooodge!

-Why didn't you DOOOOOODGE!?

-Smack that thang!

-Go talk to the green lady, Yuin.

-Yeah, get through to her, Yuin!

-Guess Spicy's bread wasn't hard enough.

-Oh damn, a two prong attack.

-Neat.

-Neither Cook Fighter nor PreCure. He is but Black Pepper! The token boy!

-Yeah, this is pretty good.

-You still can't join in on the finisher though Takumicchi. That's a girl thing, you see.

-Delicious Victory.

-Takumicchi!

-Maing a girl cry like that!

-Absolutely abhorrent!

-See, Amane agrees with me!

-Rice ball!

-Cure Precious's beloved sidekick. Black Pepper!

-Oh shoot! Master Ginger...

-Let's go learn some more about them rocks, eh?

-Learn from a master fighter, eh?

-"Cake later, okay?"

-Hello, Godatz-sama!

-Oh come now Amane, don't sound us off like you were the star of this episode /j

-Very fun pair of episodes. Takumi really shined today, he's pretty epic.

-Christmas party~!

-Not quite on Christmas from my perspective, but hey! Should be a holly jolly celebration anyway~! And we get to learn more about Fennel~!

#if you receive a little kindness give them a large serving!#pretty cure #precure #delicious party pretty cure #depapre #delicious party spoilers #delicious party precure

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cutman87 · 2 years ago

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"CUT!"

Like a switch had been flipped, the set roared with activity. Mechaniloids swept up broken glass, cigarettes were placed into expectant fingers, and the stunt double's holographic projection shut off, revealing his physical form.

A reploid built for copying the look of others and taking a beating, Ryda had a streamlined, simple design. He looked more like a racecar than anything else, blue with white stripes and pointed "ears" with a handle-like spoiler connecting the two.

Ryda put on his shades, a gaudy pair with designer logos on either side. His entry pass and ID both hung on a lanyard around his neck, which he slapped onto an access pad on the side of a trailer.

God, that was a drag of a shoot, he thought to himself as he walked in. Two other reploids were inside, one recharging, one idly browsing through scripts on a projected screen.

"Ryot, are you done shooting for the day?"

He turned towards the copywriter. "What do you think, Philos? I just put on my sunglasses to rake a quick E-Tank break?" He grabbed an E-Tank off of the table to punctuate. "Everyone out there is smoking just for fun? Yeah, sure, the tobacco smoke looks great on screen, man." He took a swig. "As I said before, it's Ryda. Ryot's a formality."

Philos frowned, tapping a button. The screen flicked off, and he stood up. "Ryda," he drawled, "you need to fix your attitude, or they'll call the Hunters on your ass."

This earned a guffaw out of the blue reploid. "As if." He sat down. "I'm an actor. I'm necessary. Not to mention -" he took a long sip from the Tank. "-I'm not a Maverick. I may be a dick, but I'm not a Maverick."

The trailer grew tense, silent aside from the low hum of the recharge pod, and Philos huffed as he turned back around to his work.

–

Laughter bubbled through the night air as Ryda walked alongside the line of trailers. He liked taking these walks during the more humid, hot nights, as the moisture helped his armor shine.

"...and, and, isn't there - isn't there more in our reserves?"

His attention turned to one of the only active trailers, the silhouette of two men blocking out a warm yellow light.

Ah, they're drinking.

Ryda slowly walked closer, listening in on the conversation. While one man talked, another was loudly laughing, so the reploid had to listen hard.

"That scene with - with the stunt double, did you see the way that rogue Mechaniloid threw him like a doll? Hilarious!"

He frowned. Hilarious? Ryda thought he looked heroic.

The other man replied, "Seriously! If it weren't for your screenplay, I'd have sworn this was a comedy." They burst into laughter. Ryda quickly realized the two men were the director and the screenwriter. He sneered.

"Roll up the window, Dave, the table's getting cluttered." The window slid open, and several bottles of alcohol were tossed out, shattering on the gravel near Ryda's feet. His fists clenched at their arrogance.

Not only that, but he was jealous.

So, so jealous. He could sense the booze in the air, his fuel inhibitors buzzing slightly at the sheer density of ethanol.

Forget it.

He tore at the lanyard on his neck, dropping it in the pile of glass as he stormed out of the filmset. He didn't care anymore. He wasn't going to be treated like a setpiece anymore. He'd he his own damned reploid, whether it cost him his dignity or not.

Rainbow lights speckled the black market workshop as Thessie worked. Her beak clicked as she surveyed the set of modchips in her inventory, checking the count for the third time. Hundreds of illegal modchips were spread across the table, organized by form, feature, and function.

The amount of potential Zenny on the table was unfathomable.

"This should be good for a nice, long, while," the Peacock reploid remarked, a smile spreading on her face. "Enough to pay for rent, legal fees, angel funds, and a few hundred thousand to spare." She sat down, kicking up her boots as she prepared to remove her gloves. "Maybe I'll invest in that new development project in--"

"Thessian!""

She squawked in surprise. "What?!"

In stormed Ryda, sweeping aside the beaded curtain to bother Thessian Peacock.

"Get rid of my holo chip, Thessian," Ryda said, bluntly. Thessie went lax, interlocking her gloved fingers. "No, Ryda. You're being impulsive, dear. You've asked me to do this four times, now."

He quivered. "I'm full up on energy, Thess. I'm well. I'm here. Get rid of it." The peacock reploid thumbed her beak. "I mean, don't you still have your job? How would you be a stunt double reploid without your ability to double, dearie?"

"I quit."

She blinked. "Hmm? Come again?"

Ryda stepped forward, tapping his side gem, the blue circle glowing as he pulled from his storage. "I. Quit. The studio. Get rid. Of. My chip."

Staggeringly large bills of Zenny were placed on the table. "Love, this is..." She counted quickly. "I'm not complaining, but you do know, this is over double the-"

"I also want a chip. Alcohol receptor."

This made Thessian hiss. "Absolutely not. Especially you, Ryda. You're impulsive, you're obsessive, not to mention the chips going around right now are prototypes. I won't-"

Even more Zenny were placed onto the table, and Thessian Peacock assessed her options, a morality protocol checklist running in the background.

Is he at risk for Mavericism? Not really, from her knowledge, and even if he were, he's got no combat abilities.

"Fine. Lie down and open your primary access panel. You'll be awake tomorrow morning if that's alright."

Ryda laid down, popped open his access panel, and before he knew it, the sleep trigger was poked, the blue reploid falling into a deep sleep.

#ryda #fic

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icy-watch · 9 months ago

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From @user-without-a-cool-acronym

#ah ok#no spoilers there just wanted to be sure#also of you didn‘t know before that there is a blooper reel for this season#you do now#and should totally watch it once you‘re done with the season#it‘s up on youtube

Maybe I'll do a double feature night with the Reimagined Shorts after this season.

Is Mrs. Benedict playing the game with Cole?

#user without a cool acronym

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shesclearlya3 · 3 years ago

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Freak Like Me

pairing: Harry Gardner x Fem!Reader

word count: 3,663

warnings: smut, blood kink, knife play, handjob, oral (fem receiving), orgasm denial, language (lol), a little slow.. and long.. but hopefully not in a bad way?

... yeah so I got this after just the first 2 episodes of double feature, I told y'all I was doing it so here ya go. this was just brewing inside of me apparently by the way I shot this baby out LMAO

no Doris or Alma in this story. tbh I feel like I may be jumping the boat making him a little psychotic, but alas, time will tell if that's how his character arc plays out. enjoy!

He was at it again.

You watched as Harry sat on the couch, his laptop balanced on his lap as he furiously typed away. He had moved there after spending a good five hours writing at his desk. Ever since you moved to Provincetown, something in him just clicked. Already two Netflix deals under his belt from whatever it was he had written these past few weeks. You were very excited for him and the success that was finally coming his way.

However, you missed him.

The quietness of the house made the sound of his fingers dashing across the keyboard one hundred times louder than usual. The weather was now too cold for you to go for a walk, so you stayed inside, curled up in your warm bed as not to disrupt the master at work. He assured you this following script would be Netflix deal number three.

You had taken a shower, making sure to thoroughly exfoliate every inch of your body. Since it was in the dead of winter, you had allowed quite a bit of stubble to grow on your legs. You were tired of watching Harry spend all hours of the day (and sometimes nights) writing away. You wanted him so bad that you shaved just for him. With a spritz of his favorite perfume, you dressed in a tank top and your pajama shorts. Definitely not what you've been wearing to bed as the house was very drafty, but you were so serious about getting laid. The more exposed skin, the better.

After watching Harry type away from the kitchen, you strolled towards him. His long black hair framed his face, covering his eyes from view as he bobbed a foot impatiently. He was dressed in all black, his usual attire, and something about seeing him like that just caused your belly to do flip-flops. You knew he would be so concentrated that trying to catch his attention by talking wouldn't do the trick. So you approached him, grabbing the MacBook out of his hand, pushing it from his lap and to the other side of the couch.

Harry took a quick breath, his hands still positioned in their typing form while you climbed onto his lap, settling your legs on either side of his. "y/n, I'm working!"

"I know." you shrugged, purposely pushing your chest closer to his face. Harry looked angry, his thick eyebrows furrowing at you as you ran a hand over his cheek to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing him to tilt his head back. You scooted farther up his lap until you could feel his belt buckle digging between your legs. Harry's facial expression softened, finally moving his hands to cup at your waist.

"This is very important, babe," Harry said, his voice strained as you pressed kisses along his exposed neck, over his cheek, before your eyes met his green ones. He stared at you as your nose hovered over his, not breaking eye contact as you fully pressed yourself against him. Harry's breath caught in your throat at the same time yours did, and he couldn't help the little sigh that escaped.

"Ursula could wait until the morning," you said, feeling Harry waste no time in running his hands up your back, going underneath your shirt to touch your skin. "You've given her more than you promised already. Let her sweat for a while."

Harry wasn't quite the same person he was before you moved here. He was very stressed and prone to snapping at you more often than not. It was the reason you kept your distance from him, not even bothering to fix his meals anymore, hoping whatever was going on would fix itself if he could just write it out.

You were right, as now Harry realized how much he had fucking missed you too.

Harry grabbed your hair, yanking you back from his neck and using his other hand to grip yours. His eyes were fired up, making it clear that you were to stay put once he released your hair. You nodded, the excitement so great you felt your panties already becoming wet. He freed you, his grip on the sides of your neck tightening, and you felt his free hand trail down your back before cupping your ass. You lurched forward, your lips briefly touching his when he tugged you forward.

"Did you bring one?" he asked you, his voice low. Harry's hand felt around your ass before he felt what he was looking for in the back pocket. He smirked at you, and you could feel how fast your heart was now beating.

Harry pulled out the shiny and new pocket knife. He maintained his grip on your neck, your stomach trembling in anticipation, and at the way you were positioned onto his body. You watched as he clicked it open, revealing the smooth blade that caught the light just right.

"Good girl," Harry praised you, his lips curling into a sinister smile before he suddenly pressed into the sides of your neck, blocking your airways just enough to give you that high he knew you loved. "You always come prepared, darling. You know exactly how to catch my attention."

"Mhm.." was all you could say.

Harry's hair was a mop on top of his head as he stared at you, his eyes trailing your body because he adored every inch of you. He particularly liked the black tank you picked out, bits of your stomach peeking at him when the fabric rolled in on itself. Your legs in those shorts just did something to him.

"You know I don't like to be interrupted," Harry said, releasing his hold on your neck. You hid your need to gulp air, slowly taking a staggered breath as Harry pretended to observe the blade. "Right, y/n?"

You couldn't answer as in that moment he grabbed a strap of your tank. Then, with a flick of the blade, it snapped. You knew what was coming, and after a few trials and errors, you were ready.

Harry seemed amused that you had yet to answer him, chuckling as he did the same to the final strap. Your tank sagged as the straps sadly dangled from your shoulders. Harry would use any excuse in the book to get you on top and in front, just like this so he could look at you.

Then here you were, just giving it to him.

"You're awfully quiet now, y/n," he gently scolded. The way your shirt hung sadly from your body exposed multiple scarred cuts along your collarbone, across the plane of your chest, and down to your exposed cleavage. You willingly ignored him.

Harry placed the knife on the cushion beside him. His eyes bore heavily into yours as you managed to keep your breathing under control. With the way your heart was pounding, it was almost impossible to not start panting at how aroused and excited you were just sitting on his lap.

damn girl, chill

Harry startled you when he gripped the tank in his hands, tugging and ripping it clean down the middle. Your mouth fell open as he pushed it off your shoulders, hearing it plop to the floor below. Within seconds Harry had your hair in his hand, the knife now tracing carefully along your exposed throat. His lips attached to your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss there as he held you still.

The knife trailed along your face, down to your collarbone, before stopping right above your left breast where there was no scar. Harry put just enough pressure to let you know it was there.

"You know what happens if I do this now?" Harry warned quietly, immensely enjoying the way you were still trembling against him.

"Yes," you finally spoke. You were so nervous, yet so fucking ready.

Harry didn't say anything, only gazing at you lovingly, though you couldn't see. He adored everything about you, and the fact that you willingly let him use your body for his needs proved to him you were the one.

Without warning, Harry sliced into your skin, leaving a wound deep enough to spill blood but not require stitches. You gasped at the intensity of it, feeling the hot blood, your blood, pool in the wound before slowly spilling over, dripping to your exposed belly. Harry instantly groaned, just the smell of it causing his mind to go crazy.

Harry couldn't help himself when he swiped a hand over the wound before bringing his bloody hand to his mouth, keeping eye contact with you while he licked a clean stripe from his hand. You fumbled with the ties on your shorts, pulling the ribbon loose before kicking out of them, showing your exposed and now bloody torso to him. You looked behind you to see he had taken off his shirt and a fresh swipe of blood on his face when he roughly grabbed you, lifting you up and slamming you onto the couch.

"Another one?" Harry practically begged, and you nodded, already out of breath just by allowing him to toss you around. Harry sighed in relief, and you realized he was now only in boxers. He settled himself in between your legs, making sure your head was supported by the only couch pillow.

Harry moved to the other breast with his bloody hand, this time cutting into you with more precision than before. You felt the burn of the blade start to fade as the wound began to bleed, and you looked up at Harry's bloody face before he gripped your arms, forcing you down as he lunged forward, attaching his lips to the wound for a second time.

The feeling of his tongue along your cuts was always uncomfortable, they burned slightly, but you did it for him.

And there's something about seeing his face covered with blood.. you'd cream just thinking about it.

Harry, still gripping the knife in his hand, once again painted your body with blood. He loved seeing you bloody as much as you did him. Harry kissed both your breasts, causing you to sigh when he released your arms from his tight grip. Harry smirked at you, moving farther down your body until his chin was by your belly button, and he looked directly into your eyes, where you saw it.

He's had a taste of you. Now it's time you got what you wanted.

Harry would love nothing more than to cut right above your vagina before eating you out. Your blood mixed with the taste of your pussy? He stopped himself, feeling his dick throb, thinking too hard about it. You were too sensitive for him to attempt it, and the last thing Harry wanted was to really hurt you.

Instead, Harry helped you re-adjust your legs, sitting on his knees as he slid his arms under your legs, hooking your knees to his shoulders. You sighed, feeling the draft around you cause the fresh cuts to almost throb from the exposed air. It hurt in a rather satisfying way.

Harry moved off the couch, kneeling down as he brought you close to the edge, continuing his support of your legs as he made a nick on your outer thigh, his tongue swooping over it and collecting your blood on his lips.

"I fucking love the taste of you," Harry growled, giving one last lick to your leg before burying his face between your legs. The sound you made when he circled his tongue along your clit caused him to moan, too, before laughing when you immediately threaded your fingers into his messy hair.

You whined when Harry purposely spread your legs apart just enough for you to see what he was doing. Your stomach clenching so tightly that your breathing became erratic, the sound of him slurping you up making your belly fill with butterflies. You knew that meant you had just literally screamed in his mouth. Harry didn't care, of course, his green eyes flickering up to meet yours once he figured it out. He would be smirking at you had his face not been buried deep in your wetness.

In typical Harry fashion, all this meant was he was going to force you to keep your eyes on his, watching every slight quiver of your lip to every moan you breathed, all while making a show of eating your drenched pussy. He did this for a few minutes, listening to you moan and seeing how you tried so hard to keep your eyes on him.

You made the mistake of forgetting where you were, allowing your eyes to close just briefly before the sound of the knife clicking caused you to open them wide. Harry had stopped, his mouth wet with your cum, the knife in his hand touching the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

"You know the rules," Harry said plainly, digging the blade into your flesh. This time you winced as he made a line about an inch and a half long. Blood immediately filled the wound, and you winced when Harry placed small bites along your skin before flattening his tongue against the injury, moaning as he collected all that had pooled there.

You whined impatiently, having been so close to an orgasm, and now he was distracted by getting a good feed. You had fucked yourself.

"What's wrong, baby?" Harry teased, staring at you directly while using his thumb to push a drop of blood on his lip into his mouth. "You look stressed."

"I was so close," you whined, shifting your leg uncomfortably where the new cut was; inner thighs were the worst.

"I know, baby," he said, his tone condescending, and it irritated you. "You know we have to play by the rules. When I eat your pussy, you watch me, y/n."

You pouted, allowing yourself to plop flat on your back, cursing him. Harry laughed the same one that sent chills down your spine whenever you heard it. It wasn't his usual, goofy laughter you had fallen in love with. This one was darker.. more sinister. It's like you could feel the evil in the room when you heard it.

You grew uncomfortable, jumping when you felt his hand make contact with your exposed leg. Harry touched the other. The dried blood on his palms stained your legs in some places. You calmed slightly as he ran his hands up your legs, his body following along. You were pissed he denied your orgasm, wanting to tell him it was so damn good that you had to close your eyes.

Harry's eyes were dark, and the dried blood on his cheek and his mouth made him look terrifying but somehow still the hottest man you have ever seen. And he was all yours.

You lunged at him, pushing hard against his chest and flipping him onto his back. Then, you mounted his lap, wiggling over his erection through his boxers, loving the way he tried to hide his facial expressions from you.

You reached down, scooping up the bloody knife that Harry had dropped a few moments before. He watched you with anticipation, wondering if you were gonna cut him.

You noticed from the recent cut the blood hadn't dried. You stared directly into Harry's eyes, bringing the blade to your lips, licking your own blood in a straight line before purposely coating your lips enough to stain them with what was left.

Harry sat up, gripping the wrist you were holding the blade with, his eyes on fire. You could tell he was struggling still wearing those boxers. You smirked at him, reaching into the elastic waistband and palming him in your hand, enjoying the way he quickly lost his resolve.

"y/n," Harry stuttered now, his grip on your wrist loosening just a tad. You pumped your fist along his dick, just enough to make him wither.

"I should just put you out of your misery now," you teased him, increasing speed just enough for him to notice. He glared at you. "You're so fucking done. You wouldn't last three seconds in my pussy."

Harry knew he had really pissed you off now, as you were rarely the type to talk like this. He grinned through his pain, knowing you were probably fucking right at this moment in time.

"You broke the rule, babe," Harry sighed, managing to snag the knife from your hands when you were caught off guard by him not being angry. He smirked at you before shredding the side of his boxers, cutting through them until they were a shredded pile at the end of the couch.

There was something about seeing him entirely naked after nearly three weeks of no sex. You couldn't hide the strangled gasp you made when your stomach fluttered, your hand slowing on his dick.

Harry grabbed your hip to pull you close. He cupped the back of your head in his hand, bringing your lips together for a deep kiss. Your faces were becoming sticky, and you felt a hint of a smile on his lips right as he pulled away.

You pouted when he gently moved your hand away, cupping your cheeks in his hands, and kissed you again. It was so passionate that your heart was fluttering this time. Finally, Harry released his grip, reaching around your body instead, grabbing your ass to pull you right into his chest.

"How much can you handle?" Harry whispered, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. His free hand reached down, feeling how wet you were for him. Harry forced you to turn around, your back pressed to his chest as he then positioned your legs just right. You mewled when he cupped your soaked pussy in his hand. Harry had vaguely felt you gush on him a few seconds before. Stupid fucking boxers

"I don't think a whole lot more.." you replied honestly, already panting again when he slid a few fingers inside of you with ease. Your hips bucked, and as a result, Harry made a quick slice into your hip. You squealed before it was cut off when he shoved a bloody finger in your mouth.

"You're a little freak, aren't you?" Harry said, the sound of you sighing making him smile. "Do you like the taste of blood, y/n?"

Your words were stuck in your throat when Harry increased his speed, your belly coiling at the threat of your looming orgasm. He laughed at your silence, once again gathering a small drop of blood on his finger before shoving it back into your mouth. You took it willingly, reaching an arm above your head. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, your body starting to fall apart while his fingers fucked you into oblivion. The couch between your thighs was now soaked.

"I'll take that as a yes. You filthy girl," Harry laughed at your expense, fighting the urge to groan when you screamed into his hand, your orgasm coming quicker than he anticipated. You could feel the cum leaking out of you, Harry giving your clit a few circles before pulling his hand away. "Always drenched and willing for me."

You turned around in his lap on shaky legs. Harry watched you, your hair matted and stuck to your face. He grinned, brushing your hair back as you adjusted yourself accordingly.

"Not a whole lot," you said, your voice final.

Harry could have ejaculated by the look on your face alone. "Not a lot," he confirmed.

You nodded, a smirk of your own now as you reached down, taking his dick in your hand. Your pussy was drenched, and you made sure to coat the head with your arousal as he started to push into you, doing his best not to take control.

Harry eventually bottomed out, his arm wrapping around you as you rocked on his lap, your fingers itching toward the dirty blade that was just slightly out of reach. Harry placed his hands on your hips, helping guide you to getting your orgasm faster.

You managed after a lucky swipe to grab the knife. Harry pressed kisses along the exposed side of your neck, moaning into your ear as you allowed him more reign to take control. Especially with what you were about to do.

Harry watched you as you once again brought the blade to your chest. You watched him silently, mouth open, when a tremor rolled through your body, causing you to clench around Harry's dick. His eyes almost rolled in the back of his head when that happened.

"Fuck, y/n," he groaned, now staring at the blade threatening your beautiful, delicate skin.

You dug the blade into the skin underneath your collarbone. You hissed at the discomfort, but it was almost masked by the way Harry growled, lurching forward and attaching his lips to the fresh wound. The taste of your blood only excited him more, and eventually, you just sat there as Harry pivoted his hips into you. You felt your thighs go numb from the constant beating.

You seemed lightheaded as your second orgasm was moments away, and you had lost a good amount of blood tonight. Harry held you tightly when he felt you sag against him and pressed his lips to your cheek. You gripped the back of his neck, pulling him towards you, being the one to initiate the kiss this time. Harry's lips were soaked with blood, but you obviously didn't mind.

Your orgasm hit you like a train, crying into his mouth, this time crumpling into his tight grasp. Harry groaned, feeling his dick become soaked with your release. A minute later, he spilled inside of you, mumbling your name before kissing you on your forehead.

"I love you," he said quietly, and you responded with a soft grunt of affirmation, "You're a freak like me."

#harry gardner smut #harry gardner #ahs imagine #ahs smut #ahs double feature #ahs double feature spoilers #american horror story: double feature #american horror story #dandy mott #tristan duffy #ahs 10

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