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stararch4ngelqueen · 1 year ago

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Sooo idk if u take requests and this is super angst but it’s been in my mind. Kinda like ghosts and mirages can u write a fic where jay finds readers (his gf) notebook and sees that she’s suicidal? And how he stops her? If this is too much angst I get it. Mwah !

TW: Suicide/self harm/mentions of attempts. STRONG topics, this was difficult to write but if it brings comfort to someone in need, I hope so. Please be advised.

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Before Jason was killed, he had natural ideas of death, as did everyone else.

What did heaven look like? Was it a fluffy clouded paradise? Would people find eternal happiness sitting by crystallize rivers glimmering in the sun, feasting on ripe fruits like Adam and Eve had done before them?

Everyone’s ideals were different, Jason’s had always changed. However, he liked the idea of this heaven, enjoying the possibilities of seeing his old pets running to him once the time came.

Just like the torch passed from one Robin to the next, things unexpectedly change.

When Jason died, there was nothing.

No heaven, no hell, no happiness. Maybe God held his soul on standby because he knew he’d return to the living. He wasn’t happy about it for the longest time.

Luckily, a piece of heaven blessed itself in a person such as yourself. Your smile as bright as sunshine, your heart as sweet and pure as gold. He’s never met anyone so happy, so free spirited and optimistic.

He didn’t mean to read it. He really didn’t.

He watched you write in journals all the time, ripping out pages when it came to grocery lists or phone numbers to shove in your backpack before leaving the door. He was only looking for a shopping list you texted him to take a photo of, only to come across the tragedies you’ve dealt with and still carry.

His heart absolutely shattered when he reads the vivid darkness of your sorrows embodied within the pages of your private journal. A painful burn forming deep in his chest, right in his own heart.

What worried him the most was your latest entry, dated on a Monday in fresh ink. Monday. Yesterday.

When you came home in question as to why Jason never sent you that list, you didn’t expect him to be sitting in the living room. His head hung low, his hands clenched together in desperation.

He didn’t bother to say anything. He didn’t need to.

Your journal, your cursed, dark brown journal was sitting on the coffee table in front of him.

Your silence screams out to him, his head turning to acknowledge your presence. He stands slowly, watching you carelessly drop your backpack onto the floor, looking absolutely horrified at what’s to come.

“Jason,” you say, staying right where you were at the door. “Stop. Stop that.”

“Stop what?” He asks, staring at you with somber eyes.

“Stop that,” you instantly reply, feeling your heart beat much faster. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that!” You exclaim, your breathing growing more frantic. “Like I’m ... like there’s something wrong with me! Cut it out! Stop it!”

“I’m not—!” Jason’s voice accidentally raised, forcing himself to hold his tongue, his hands balled tightly by his sides.

“There’s nothing wrong with you baby,” He begins to say, only met with your shaking head.

“No, y’know what? Don’t bother,” you reply, quickly reaching for your keys.

You weren’t going to take that kind of conversation from anyone else ever again. The same, horrid words you’ve heard from your parents, your siblings, your friends.

You’re sick. How could you do this? What’s wrong with you? You need to be locked up somewhere.

Bold, accusatory statements that hurt worse than any knife ever could.

“You read it. It wouldn’t be sitting there if you hadn’t! I’m not gonna stand here and listen to you tell me that I’m—“

“Just stop!” He rips the keys from your hands, taking you by surprise at how fast he reached you. He nearly traps you against the door, hands grasping firmly along your shoulders.

“There’s nothing, baby!” He states right to your face, making your eyes grow wide. “There’s nothing wrong with you, okay? Nothing. I won’t let you think there is, get that shit out of your head right now!”

“B-but,” you start to babble, thick tears heading in the borders of your eyes. “I- I just -“

“You’re not crazy,” he interrupts, cradling your face in his heavy, trembling hands. “You’re not sick. Theirs nothing wrong with you, y’hear me? Nothing! Not a damn thing!”

Jason exhales a pained laugh, his own eyes spewing with tears. “Take it from me, babygirl. I’ve already died once, I’ll die again if you think like this.”

Speechless stole your ability to think, your ability to breathe. Your throat constricts around an invisible ball of molten steel, making you choke on your tears.

“I know you don’t wanna go, Princess,” Jason’s voice grows softer, both his thumbs making work in wiping your tears. “I know you don’t. You’re just tired, baby. That’s all.”

Slowly, you find yourself nodding, watching him nod with you.

“I’m tired,” you admit, gasping heavily in your newly weakened vulnerability. “I’m so tired, Jason.”

He holds you close to his body, clutching you as if saving you from a devastating fall. He knows this pain all too well, and you’ve saved him from it.

“I know,” he exhales, keeping you from withering away in the safety of his arms. “I gotcha now, okay baby? M’not going anywhere, jus’ let it out. I’m a big guy, I can take it.”

His biggest regret was letting those entries fill up three quarters of the journal. How many more did you fill up before then? How much pain do you carry in your heart that you need to hide via forcefully brighter smiles?

He wasn’t going to let this go on much longer. He needed you to know that someone in this harsh world understood the exhaustion, and that it was okay.

He didn’t know if Heaven or Hell truly existed, or if it was all just some huge hole of dark nothingness. He didn’t want you finding out either, feeling he’d be torn at the idea of bringing you to a Lazarus pit, but relenting on the possible side effects you’d suffer for it.

You deserved nothing of what Jason experienced, the man himself now feeling hellbent to protect you from it.

There wasn’t going to be any attempt, because Jason would do everything in his damn power to make sure that never, ever fucking happens.

Medications were locked, except the essentials, which even he supervised. He’d order from your favorite restaurants for a short while, preventing any use of kitchen cutlery.

He’d dote, making sure you kept your hygiene maintained. He’d enjoy sitting beside you outside the tub while you bathed, reading to you to keep you company. Though on certain days, you’d find his eyes flicker from the paper towards your hands when you had to use a razor, which even he was iffy about, and hid once you were done.

He never said he didn’t trust you, but don’t really be surprised if your razor is replaced with hair removal cream for the first few weeks.

If you were comfortable enough to seek out therapy, he’d offer up numbers of therapists he’s visited and trusted, helping you keep up schedules. After each session, he’d surprise you with flowers and boba on a park walk, or drive outside of Gotham.

Progress would be made, but progress wouldn’t move forward without your weak moments.

You’d have your days where your motivation was as stubborn as Jason’s mentality, refusing to listen to the things he said, or not bothering to get dressed for your next scheduled session.

Depression is horrid, but he understood. He was the most patient man you knew, cradling your body close to his in the middle of the night, muffling your minutes of screaming sobs against his chest, gently prying your hands away from your forearms when you dig your nails in a little too deep.

He’d remain awake as long as he had to, cradling your hands in his until your agony mellowed out, lulling you back to sleep. He was being the person he wished he had by his side long before he met you, back when he was alone and had no one.

Jason looked forward to the days you’d smile again, genuine happiness being a fuel to those pleasant flames. It’s okay if it would take a long time, keep giving him your tears. He can handle it.

You were the greatest gift he’s ever gotten in this fucked up world, not even you were going to take it away from him.

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I don’t know what death is like, nor do I know of all beliefs everyone has of them, but I do know about suicidal thoughts/intentions and having experienced them, please know, as tired as you may be, it isn’t worth it. My inbox is open if you ever need it. Dosent matter if you’re a stranger, let’s not be ❤️

#this hurt #jason todd #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #dc jason todd #gotham knights jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd dc #jason todd x female!reader #jason todd x plus size reader #angst #heavy angst #tw self destruction #tw sui implied

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xxsquiddkiddxx · 19 days ago

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hiiii could I request smth w John Bender where he's kinda infamous in the school. Reader and him are maybe assigned on a sculpting project together or something like that, and because of his reputation he expects her to hate him, but she's nothing but nice to him and feels for him because she sees the signs of abuse. One day he seems in an even worse mood than normal and is pretty bruised up (though trying to hide it) and after school when they walk out together she privately broaches the subject, causing him to involuntary have a breakdown/panic attack, which she comforts him through

With some romantic fluff at the end?? Idk ahhhh sorry this is so specific I feel awkward typing this all out 😭 no worries if you can't and have an amazing day/night!

A/N: Wait omg I actually love this???.?? I'll TOTALLY do this!!!!!! Idk how well it'll be cuz I haven't watched Breakfast Club since mid August... but I'll do my best. (Also ty so much for being specific! Helps me out A LOT more!)

Art Class ~ John Bender x !Artist! Reader

Pronouns for Reader: She/Her

Relationship type: Platonic to romantic

Genreal Idea: (Y/N) and John are working on an art project together, and things seem to be going smoothly. A friendship even seems to be blooming. However, one day something seems... off. And (Y/N) seems determined to figure it out.

Content Warnings: John might be out of character, accurate PTSD representation from someone with PTSD, abuse mentioned (but not seen in action), swearing. It's a fic that takes place in the 80s. What do you expect???

(No particular POV)

☆Day 1: Assignment☆

John wasn't exactly the best at art. Shop? He pretty much had that class DOWN. Art? Not so much. So he decided to bite the bullet and just get the class over with. It was only a half-year class anyway. And he needed it to graduate. And in his mind, if he could graduate... he could get the FUCK out of that house. It was a win for him.

He took his spot in the back of the classroom, sunglasses on his face, and leaned back slightly in his chair. He found himself zoning out, wrapping himself around his own head. The thing that pulls him out of his thoughts is the sound of someone clearing their throat. He lifts his sunglasses up slightly on one side, just enough to see who it was. It was a girl with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. Someone he INSTANTLY recognized as (Y/N) (L/N)

He didn't know the girl personally. He just knew OF her, if that makes any sense. He had another class with her, but he couldn't tell you what class it was. His school schedule mostly just blurred together if he was being honest. But every time he'd stolen a quick glance at her or whenever she was just simply in his line of vision, she always had her nose in either a book or a sketchbook. No in between. Occasionally, she was seen doing homework, but the rest of the time, it was drawing or reading.

"Can I help you?" He asks, a little snappier than he'd intended. Before he had a chance to mutter a quick apology and try again, she speaks.

"We were assigned to do the sculpting project together?" She says, unfazed by the snappy tone. It was the first time she'd ever spoken. Or... at least the first time John had ever heard her speak. Not nessicarily what he expected, but- God that sounds so fucking weird.

"Oh," He says, feeling kinda stupid. She just sits down, setting her bag down beside her, fishing around for what he assumed was her sketchbook. He decides to speak again, hopefully making some form of small talk to make up for the snappiness of before. "(Y/N), right?" He found himself bewildered at his own behavior. He normally never found himself feeling bad about his attitude or behavior. And here he was, feeling like a douche for slightly snapping at her.

"Yes," She says. "You perfer John or Bender?" She asks, grabbing a pencil and sliding it over to him, John stopped it with his forefinger. "I hear people call you both."

"I don't care." He says simply, watching her grab her sketchbook.

"Alright, John, it is." She says. "So, were you paying attention to the teacher, or do you have any idea what we're doing for the next..." She thinks for a moment, tapping her pencil eraser to the paper. "Week or so?" John's silence speaks more than if he'd simply said that he didn't. "We're doing a sculpting project." She says.

"Ah, I see." He says, twirling the pencil in his fingers.

"So I was thinking we could possibly get a rough idea before we actually dive in, yeah?" She says, flipping through her sketchbook. John gets some glimpses of her art, mesmerized by her work. She flips to the next blank page, writing at the top "PROJECT IDEAS".

The two plan, and by the two, (Y/N) mostly talked, and John just kinda nodded and went along with it.

At the end of class, (Y/N) gave John her phone number so they could stay in contact about the project. And the two went their separate ways for the day.

☆Day 3: Even More Sketching, Some Potential Friendship Forming☆

"How the hell do you understand this?" John asks, cracking his knuckles. "I barely understand 90% of this class." The girl in front of him simply chuckles.

"I've done this for a LONG while, John." She says. Most people just called him Bender, so hearing her call him John made him feel... nice? He didn't know, feelings are weird, and that wasn't a rabbit hole he really wanted to go down today.

"I've noticed." John says as the two work. "I hardly ever see you without that little sketchbook of yours." The two continue to work before John breaks the silence between the two.

"Ya know... I don't actually hate this." He says quietly, mostly to himself. (Y/N) hums in response.

"You say sumthin?" She asks, looking up at him. John feels heat rise to his face as he clears his throat, making up something on the spot.

"I-I said that I'm surprised you don't hate me." He says smoothly, covering up his little embarrassing moment.

"Why would I do that?" She asks, her eyes going back down to the large(ish) lump of clay infront of her as she rolls up her sleeves. The two converse back and forth while they do their project.

"Hey, so I was thinking." (Y/N) says before class ends. "Since we are a tad behind, we could possibly stay after school one of these days to get some extra work in."

"That works for me." John says, hand in his pocket. "When were you thinking?"

"Would you be able to do Thursday?" She asks. John thinks for a moment.

"Yeah, I can do that." John says.

"Sweet." She says as the bell rings. She puts the stuff they were using away and grabs her bag. "See ya."

John, left slightly speechless and red faced, blinks a few times before mumbling a "Yeah, see ya."

☆~☆

John was practically counting down the hours until he'd be able to work with (Y/N) after school. The fact that he was counting the hours down both disgusted and fascinated him. It was an odd combo that he really wasn't familiar with, nor had a desire to be familiar with.

(Y/N) had been nothing but the kindest soul to him. Did it make sense to him? No. Was he gonna ruin it by saying something? ... Also no.

☆Day 6: After School Work and a Walk Home☆

(Y/N) instantly knew something was up the second she set her stuff down. The air felt thicker around John, who was clearly pissed. The two didn't really talk, as (Y/N) detected he wasn't really in that mood. However, this didn't stop her from sliding a little slip of paper towards him.

John unfurled it: "You good? You seem a lot more angry than norma." John bit a small corner of his mouth until he could taste his own blood before responding verbally.

"It's not any of your business." He responds. The girl simply sighs softly, the two going back to the project. A few bruises poke out from under John's jacket sleeve, and (Y/N)'s heart instantly aches. She knew EXACTLY what was going on.

At the end of class, (Y/N) puts stuff away before asking John: "You still down to stay after?" She asks, her voice a bit softer than normal. John simply mumbles a "Yeah, whatever" and is out of the door.

☆~☆

(Y/N) sat on a desk as she ate a granola bar, waiting for John. Sure enough, there he was. He tossed his stuff at his normal desk, not really caring if anything was damaged.

"Ya know, we can reschedule if you're not doing the best." She says, doing her best not to sound rude or condescending.

"I'm fine, (Y/N)!" John says, slightly snappier than normal. "God, will you get off my back, please?" (Y/N), taken slightly aback, simply nods her head and the two get to work.

☆~☆

The two walk out of the school in silence. John feels like an absolute dick. He shouldn't have snapped at (Y/N). He's mad at his dad, not her. He can't bring himself to apologize though.

For once, it's (Y/N) who breaks the dense silence. "John, you don't have-"

"For fucks sake, I'm FINE, woman!" He snaps, turning to her. "God take the fucking hint?! Try that!" (Y/N) blinks a few times. She takes a lot, but that wasn't something she was gonna take. Regardless of what he was currently going through.

"Listen, John. I get you're in a bad mood. And you don't have to tell me why." She says. "But it's obvious you're not-"

"I'M FINE, (Y/N)!" He says, his voice shaking with unnessicary rage. "I'm fine! Fucking PERFECT even!" His hands shake with the rage. "So PLEASE! For FUCKING FUCKS SAKE! Get OFF of my ass about this 'You're not fine' shit. I'm PERFECTLY FINE!"

"Oh, clearly." (Y/N) says, hands on her hips. "Because someone who's fine acts like this."

"Oh my fucking god." John groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Are you ACTUALLY braindead? Did you NOT hear me?"

"John," The girl says, trying to be as calm as she can. "I can literally SEE the brusies-"

"Oh my god, you fucking win! You fucking win." He says, practically whirling his jacket to the earth, revealing a shit ton of bruises and marks both old and new. "There, my old man whipped me to shit last night cuz I forgot to do something exactly to his liking. SATISFIED?!?" The rage in John's voice scares both (Y/N) and himself... but mostly himself.

The look that (Y/N) has on her face brings him damn near to tears. It's a look not of disgust or fake sympathy. But of actual concern, maybe even actual care. He's trying to look everywhere, BUT her face.

"John..." She whispers softly, her fingers moving to his arm, but instantly drawing back. John sighs, extending his arm out to her. Her soft fingers trace each mark softly, almost a feather light touch. "You don't deserve this."

"Well clearly, I did." He mumbles, turning his head to the side. (Y/N) drags her finger down his arm softly to his hand, where she squeezes gently.

"No, you don't." She says, looking him in the eyes. "John, I may not have known you for a super long time. But I know for a FACT that you're a good person under the tough guy exterior." John stays quiet, his eyes not leaving the girl in front of him. "You DON'T deserve this." She gestures to every mark that she could see and the ones she probably couldn't see. "And I'll be DAMNED if I listen to you act like you don't deserve the dirt under my shoes." Her other hand moves to his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. "Last time I checked, no human being deserves this. And if you need ANYBODY, SOMEWHERE to get away for a bit, my door's WIDE open, just call me, talk to me, hell even send me a letter. I don't care. But I'm here-"

"(Y/N)..." He says softly, his fingers wrapping around the hand (Y/N) had hers in. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

"Of course, John." She says softly, going up on her tiptoes to lightly brush her lips to his cheek. "Contrary to belief, I do have a-"

"You missed." He says.

"I-I'm sorry?" She asks. John simply chuckles before pressing his lips against her own.

A/N: There we are! Hopefully, I did the idea justice. I loved it sm. I'm not nessicarily good at romantic fluff (I don't tend to experience romantic fluff often if ever XD) so hopefully I did it alright. I feel like I put a bit too much of myself into John during his little meltdown, as that's how I was during my first PTSD episode. I APOLOGISE FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK FOR ME TO GET OUT THO 😭😭😭😭

#judd nelson x reader #fanfic #80smovies #judd nelson #the breakfast club #john bender x reader #john bender #brat pack

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venaue · 4 months ago

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- Social Media (in my TWST AU) -

this is rly short cz im procrastinating finishing my oc profiles rn... oops edit after i finished: wow i lied MY BAD i did not anticipate this... ahahahaha...

any notes (do i call it that?) would mean the world even a like will make me very happy (pls im desperate.... i did not do all this yapping for nothing... /lh /nsrs) ok first section :sparkles: Magicam :sparkles:

in my au i sorta think of magicam like insta (obviously) except there's like two main sections obviously there's the insta bit which is just . insta . yk photo based and shit

then there's also a section that's essentially just twitter like as in text based posts and twitter type shenanigans and stuff

(think of it like threads but if people actually used threads as much as they used instagram and it was like integrated into the instagram experience and culture and stuff)

therefore insta-type posts and twitter-type posts can exist simultaneously and everyone wins (that's why everyone only talks abt magicam cuz its got EVERYTHING in one) wow!!!!!!!!! ok next section... a twst equivalent of discord... it doesn't have a name idk whether to keep it as discord or not... imagine i call it magicord... /hj ok so i just came up with this idea as im writing this so we're winging it

but essentially its like a main chat system integrated into most games where essentially you login to all games through this account and your username stays the same

it also integrates into in game chat systems and shit

but it also works like discord as its own platform and you can make servers and group chats and shit too

if you add someone in a game it goes straight to their account so like you don't have separate accounts its just all one :3

that's why gloomurai and muscle_red are always the same yk like ur friends list instantly transfers no matter what game u play handy right :333 last section!!!! [ how this is relevant in my au !! ]

im so so so very sorry theres no context for any of the oc stuff i swear ill get the profiles done soon...

ok this is purely for me to yap about my ocs and canon rn so uh yea

idia (gloomurai) lilia (muscle_red) yuuto (infinitelygrey)* & mace (chainflailed) have a group chat and a server and are usually active in them almost every day. they often play games together , idia and mace carry, lilia has fun (though does his part - competitive ass), and yuuto... yuutos trying his best... he'll bite u if u tell him he's doing worse than the rest of them though

yuuto & kiyuu share a magicam page with ramshackle dorm branding n shit (@/snowyruins)**, and they both have a sign off (yuutos is yu & kiyuu's is ki) kiyuu does most of the posts, whether its of himself, or ramshackle's 'cleaning progress' or him exploring outside of their dorm yuuto pitches in once in a blue moon to post dumb memes and/or reply in the middle of kiyuu's conversations to make fun of people ;p or alternatively just a really shitty doodle of someone to embarrass them aros has a magicam account that's decently famous because of his family, though he rarely uses it except to promote his families business yuuto posts his art under a magicam acc also called @/infinitelygrey (he has to resist the urge to draw his friends schoolmates since its anon) *this is a reference... if u get it ill marry you (/j ill just be very happy) **this one i can actually explain right since since yu + ki = yuki and yuki = snow and ramshackle means like 'state of disrepair' so its basically like ruins right right right right??! ok thats all i can think of rn.... i did way too much yapping holy shit i can feel my braincells melting... stay tuned for another one of these regarding a different topic sometime soon??? i have too much brainrot >;3 im actually kinda rly nervous to post this idk why but yolo ig...

#if you get the infinitelygrey reference ill love you forever im so proud of it #AND IT SUITS HIM LIKE #idia thinks its really emo tho #aue's asteryn #asteryn yuuto #asteryn mace #twst oc #ocs #writing #rambles #au #my au #twst #twisted wonderland

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tomato-jump · 9 months ago

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A little rant about ok vs great character ‘breaking scenes’

Full disclosure, 1) I’m not a writer this is just my opinion, and 2) I really enjoyed hazbin hotel this isn’t slander power to the hazbin fandom right now shit is crazy I’m just talking about writing

Ok so, I’m sure that the pacing and writing issues in Hazbin are kinda obvious, they don’t take away from the show and I enjoyed it a lot, but it’s there. In my opinion episode four was the show at its best, a lot of people I’ve spoken to agree that episode four is one of the strongest ones (I haven’t seen 7 and 8 yet tho so idk) and specifically angels ‘breaking point’ scene outside the bar/club. Scenes like that are really important for character building, because they, in essence, show you how the characters are feeling. Angels scene was okay, it was impactful, but it wasn’t great, so I’m gonna compare it to one or two other scenes that serve a similar purpose and explain why. (Here’s a hint it’s about subtlety if you couldn’t tell when you watched it)

“This is my escape, where I can forget about it all and how much I hate…everything”

That’s a great line, it’s impactful, but god it’s lazy. Like I get it, but it’s kind of a nothing line, yknow? Like, its abstractttt, but think about it within the context of angel’s character and it doesn’t really mean anything. It’s not subtle, and the key (in my opinion emphasis on opinion) to good writing, especially for big character break scenes, is subtly. This scene is relying so heavily on the shock factor of Angels fucked up storyline to carry all the emotional weight. It’s so horrible that it just has to be impactful, but that means it doesn’t really hit any better or worse with context, which if you really want a good breakdown scene for, it kinda has to. It just kjnda….is a line. That’s this whole scene in a nutshell. It hits, its sad and it’s impactful, but only because his story literally makes it so by default, saying he hates everything doesn’t mean anything to his character. If that doesn’t really make sense, lemme put it like this; if you want a really good scene serving the purpose that this one is trying to achieve, it needs to hit better or hit differently the second time you watch it. Rewatch hazbin again and it’s the same scene, and the same can be said for most of it’s dialogue actually, which while isn’t detrimental to the story, shows that most of its dialogue isn’t really serving a purpose to the story, if each line mattered then each line should mean something once you know the whole story, if that makes sense.

Ok, now I’m gonna compare it to a much better scene from Helluva boss (to prove that Vivzie can do this stuff)

“You didn’t even care-!”

“I did care!!”

Bro ok, instantly this is better. Like this whole scene is so much better it’s a little weird that they were written by the same person. Why? Well, obviously on first watch it’s impactful, it’s got that ‘ghasp he left him to die?!?’ Shock factor, but the real shit comes from the sweet sweet context. What do we know about Blitzø? He’s scared of love, and everyone he has ever cared about he has hurt. He pretends he doesn’t care (a lot like Angel) all the time because he can’t be vulnerable and he can’t let people close to him. He does care. and the more you know about Blitzø the more that like hits because of it. Angel has a similar scream line when he shouts ‘it’s not an act! It’s who I need to be….’ But the problem with that one is that it doesn’t change or feel any better with more or less context, because we know everything we need to know about Angel already. The audience isn’t getting the same sense of satisfaction or payoff for these lines with Angel like they are for Blitzø because Helluva isn’t just telling you about these characters, it’s showing you. Blitzø could have gone ‘I didn’t leave you to die! I had to make a difficult choice and it haunts me and this the effect it had on me and blah blah blah’ but he doesn’t, he panics and tries to explain and he keeps repeating in the scene that he was trying to get help but he can’t explain it all and he just can’t. That’s good writing. Because where Angel jumps into this fully formed explanation of why he’s acting this way, Blitzø doesn’t because Blitzø can’t. Show not tell yknow?

Blitzø’s scene feels different when you know more about his character, to put it simply.

A really good example of this kinda writing is Steven universe, I genuinely can’t explain it unless you’ve seen it but

“Well I think you’re pretty great”

I don’t even have the words for how brilliant this scene is, every time you learn something new about pearl this scene just gets better, it’s so fucking good. She doesn’t even say anything, its all implied and I love it.

However, I am aware Helluva did have a season and a half to flesh out Blitzø, hazbin had three episodes,so I admit a lot of this is just down to the pacing getting in the way, but my point still stands.

Ok I’m going to sleep it’s 12:07 wtf

#hazbin hotel #hazbin characters #helluvaverse #cartoon analysis #character analysis #hazbin hotel analysis

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deeenvious · 2 years ago

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Ranking Every Halo Infinite Weapon

Based on how much I like them. FIRST CATEGORY: WEAPONS THAT ARE BAD AND BORING 22) THE FUCKING SIDEKICK

The only weapon in this category. An utter failure. Embarrassing. Tactical Sidekicks is like playing laser tag but the lasers do not work. It is also part of the base weapon kit in quickplay and quickplay is boring. SECOND CATEGORY: WEAPONS THAT ARE GOOD BUT ARE BORING!!!! 21) Battle Rifle

If this was about tactical slayer only (the best mode) this weapon is perfectly fine. Decent, maybe. Every other mode it is the most boring accuracy weapon. It brings me no joy. 20) Rocket Launcher

It is just kinda boring. Nothing exciting about it. You look at someone and they die instantly. No thrill of the hunt. Would be fun in any rocket launcher only mode but otherwise no. Bad. Put that shit away! 19) Gravity Hammer

Energy sword but worse. Fun to kill more than one person at once but it is just sorta whatever most of the time. Fiesta weapon only. 18) Assault Rifle

It sure is consistent. Do not care. Next!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 17) Energy Sword

It can be fun when you get a streak going but I do not want to be the one holding it. WEAPONS THAT ARE KINDA SHIT BUT THEY ARE REALLY FUNNY 16) Hydra

I like the lock on thingy. It also kills banshees which is good because I hate seeing those flying FUCKS. Kinda funny 15) Pulse Carbine

Honestly it is a bit more usable and I think that is a bit of a detriment to its funny factor sadly. I still enjoy using it to kill people though. 14) Plasma Pistol

I like holding the shot and the funny pew pew noises it makes. Satisfying weapon. 13) Commando Rifle

I'm surprised too tbh. It is a horrible weapon, beyond worthless. Wretched, Foul, Vile, Etc. But honestly? it is kinda funny and a bit satisfying to get a kill with. 12) Bull Dog

Yeah it's alright. It's fine. 11) Disruptor

I love this thing so much. Almost the most satisfying weapon fr. Love you. If this weapon ever becomes marginally good it will shoot up to like second. WEAPONS THAT ARE GOOD AND ALSO PRETTY FUNNY 10) Cinder Shot

It is a rocket launcher but cooler and kinda based. I approve. 9) Heatwave

It is like if they made a shotgun cool. Impossible. 8) Stalker Rifle

Funny kool-aid sniper. 7) Needler

Very satisfying. Everybody already knows this weapon is good though. 6) Skewer

I think it is funny that this is the sniper the brutes could come up with. Good job guys. 5) Sniper

Sniper 4) Mangler

I am forever pissed about the nerfs they gave it. 343 makes the best weapons in the series and then nerf them into oblivion. Get real. Still fun tho. Tactical Mangler was one of the best modes in the game. 3) Sentinel Beam

Bsshrhrshshshhhrhssshhh 2) Ravager

It has a cool fire blast attack and it shoots globs at people idk what more you could want 1) SHOCK RIFLE!!!

I believe this weapon is the best weapon in any game ever sorry. If you disagree I am telling my mom on you.

#halo infinite #halo

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leopardom · 1 year ago

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Why aren't they announcing new tour dates, i'm desperate 😭😭 p.s. i'm talking about joker out lol

since i’ve seen comments like this many times i wanna break this down a bit. and just to clarify, my intention is not to criticise anyone or something, for better or worse i know a couple of things about the music industry and that info is always on my mind even when i see things from the fan perspective 😅

as far as i know joker out is not signed on a label or something so they pretty much rely on their own devices when it comes to releasing music, touring etc (i might be wrong about it or course so if anyone knows more about that please do correct me). this makes things more complicated especially for touring because they have to fund a majority of stuff by themselves

that being said it may be kinda easy to book venues/festivals in Slovenia since they’re a big name over there. however the same doesn’t apply for other countries, maybe even for their neighbouring ones. also having gigs in idk Germany for example is definitely not the same as having gigs in Croatia which is literally sharing a border with Slovenia

booking venues is already a pain in the ass most times and it depends a lot on the economic factor let’s be real. it also takes time to make a deal so if they manage to make a deal for a gig for example again in Germany/Spain/Italy/whatever country right now, the gig will probably be set around the end of the year/next year

now another thing is that they’re still building their fanbase outside of Slovenia. even if many people found out about them through eurovision, it doesn’t mean that all those people searched for their discography or are still listening to them at all. the streams on spotify are one thing but they still need to check the reactions they get on other social media from their international fans and a way to do that is currently by touring in Slovenia/ex-Yugo countries during the summer. the demand for gigs in other countries is still in progress and even if many fans from x country are gathered on y platform it doesn’t instantly mean that jo will give a show there

and let’s not forget that they’re still in the eurovision high, it has been like 2 months since their biggest breakthrough which is not that long. it’s very fascinating how they managed to book gigs in the UK, Finland, Scandinavia, Poland and Czechia already, but there’s still more to come! i understand being impatient, goddamn if i didn’t. i’m from Greece and bands visit my country once every 6 years only if we’re lucky 💀 but yeah there sure is more to come, they’re currently testing the waters further than their neighbouring countries

anyway i talked to much so in conclusion: considering all of the above i think we can all understand why the international tour dates are limited for now. if you ask them i bet you my arm and my leg that they’ll tell you they want to tour everywhere possible, but that’s definitely easier said than done. so yeah, patience is the only key here ��

#ask #anon

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Chapter 8 is finished. It was a wild ride. I'm still not over those events. The further I went the harder it was to gather my thoughts but here they are.

As if the scene with Daniela wasn't already enough to kill me with its sweetness THEN THERE'S ONE WITH BELA my god.

Naur pls the Cass/Bela scene was already so funny with how dramatic Cass acted and then she got Daniela to join her in annoying their sis. I lost it when she grabbed Bela's arm and went Bela, Bela, Bela 😭

I love their little sibling interactions so much. Adding it to my mental list of fav scenes.

I really think that's how they'd be with each other in canon.

"Our human" awww <3

But yhm yeah that's it for Bela's self control. It left the chat.

"She sees you. It’s over, isn’t it?"

The horror

Bela's kinda (very) hot when she's feral.

Reader out there thinking about boobs while their life is under threat of being taken😭😭😭

THE CASS SCENE after the blackout absjswjjsjsj *inaudible noises and screaming*

I had to take a break to recollect myself HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO SURVIVE TILL THE END OF THE CHAPTER WHEN YOU'RE THROWING SUCH THINGS AT ME CONSTANLY FROM THE VERY BEGINNING.

NOT LADY D TOO, GIMME A BREAK.

Yhm yhm I got a break, coz here comes the angst

"You desperately hope this isn’t some hallucination Donna put you through, that you’re not just making a massive fool of yourself in the real world."

Haha

HAHA

HA HA

THE WAY IT WAS ACTUALLY MUCH WORSE

OH. MY. GOD

Honestly, I can't even be sad and heartbroken from the girls' death because for the whole time I was too amazed and mind blown at how it all just made sense instantly. How you described each of their death. And that through the chapters we could hear pieces of their lines, trying to reach to the Reader pls. But Reader was living those silly memories thinking it was the reality, while destroying everything they love in true real world. AMAZING.

Idk what else to say here it's just wow WOW chef kiss. There was no reason to be scared of how this chapter went, it was all done so well. I can just picture the flashbacks of the events from before as everything settles in place, the horror coz it starts to make sense and it HURTS.

Especially that Reader said they won't/don't want to hurt anyone.

Just sweet pain, sweet pain, it hurts so beautifully.

So just let me tell you, let me summarise my experience so far as we reached this important moment (idk how hard it was for you but regardless) I admire and I am impressed how you managed to pull it off, with the plot in general with its mystery behind the events.

But also with the characters. I think you gave them a fair amount of time to let them shine in their own unique ways. To show their personality and how they interact with the fictional world around them.

And I like how it's said on many occasions that Dimitrescus do bad things, they're dangerous and literally eat people, but it's not all they are. They care for each other, can care for other people too, and show other side of them. Because people are complex and so are they.

It was so exciting, trying to collect the hints and put them together to understand something. I had SO MUCH FUN trying to solve the mystery and waiting for the big reveal. Nice I wasn't completely lost haha.

I'm definitely not planning on dropping the story, I'd like to follow our dear poor Reader till the end and see them being happy if that's possible :(

This is definitely my favourite RE8 fic, one of my favs in general. Hell, if it was a real book it'd be in my favs too.

I love your style, your way with words and how you operate with the language, especially that you keep any feature (besides the eyes) of the Reader up to imagination which I assume requires more effort.

This story completely captured my heart, I love your mind, I just wanna... kith your brain for allowing you to create it, this piece of art, a masterpiece.

And sharing my thoughts on your work with you brings me so much joy too🥺 You seem like a kind and beautiful soul

can i just say that i genuinely almost started crying while reading this :’)

OKAY BUT ONTO THE POINTS!! very glad you got through chapter eight, because it was one of the more difficult ones (i think 13&14 are also difficult to get through because of plot??)

*im just out here trying to kill y’all with these scenes of the girls HEHEHE

*PLEASE BAHA, i ADORE writing them just like regular siblings that love but annoy the hell out of each other 😭 Cass has a flair for the dramatics and Dani just likes joining in on the chaos

*listen Cass just saying things (like “our human”) without thinking about the implications is so <333

*the one thing coming true that you’ve been fighting so hard to stop :’)

*i was so worried the feral scene with Bela was gonna come across as SA-y but i’m so glad it hasn’t been received that way 😭 like homegirl was genuinely about to kill them but in the most mocking/teasing way

*listen boobs are just priority B)

*PLEASE I LOVE CASS BAHAHA, she’s so just… *her*

*i simply must destroy the sapphics’ minds with my powers of gay >:)

*THE DELVE INTO THE ANGST WAS SO FUNNY IM SORRY, going from this sweet, tender moment to just “oh my god. oh my GOD”

OKAY BUT!! i am genuinely so happy you liked the chapter and that everything made sense in the end, at least in some way. it was really fun tying events together and having slips of reality, moments where things don’t seem quite right, but i’m glad to know the anticipation of what’s been going on was worth all the pain and wait

the really heartbreaking thing i tried so much to add onto the already confusing plot was that you could definitely hear them trying so hard to reach Reader, even if they were completely lost and couldn’t understand what was being said to them :(

the thought that Bela never gave up on them, that Daniela never thought they couldn’t be saved or redeemed… i love writing these murderous, sadistic, cannibalistic women as people who genuinely care and are just PEOPLE. seeing them try so hard to reach someone so far gone hurts so well imo

but i’m really glad you did like it and it makes me so happy that you admire all the work i’ve put into it :’) like that’s honestly one of the sweetest things i’ve heard recently

i did try to be pretty fair with each Dimitrescu and sometimes give them their own designated chapter, just so we could really bond with them and see them as more than just what the rumors about them say or as who they pretend to be. Bela is a nerd that enjoys music, Cassandra loves science and art, Daniela loves getting lost in her romance novels, and Alcina is a wine loving mom who adores her daughters above all else

honestly, i think it was your chapter seven ask?? you were INSANELY close to what was going on and i was like oh my GOD she’s figured it out. i genuinely don’t think many people actually guessed what was going on, but it was so interesting seeing how you saw things through your own eyes and how each hint connected in your brain :D

i can say for certain Reader will most likely get a happy ending, even if we have to wade through a mountain ton of angst to get there. with long stories like this one, i dislike leaving things angsty and with an unhappy ending, but also because of all the shit they’ve gone through (and will continue to go through). happy endings after going through a LOT of traumatic shit are simply superior

GRRR KNOWING IT’S ONE OF YOUR FAVORITES MAKES ME SO HAPPY, i will actually cry. pls thats so sweet omfg

i honestly highly dislike fics where it’s supposed to be like x reader but it’s just an OC?? i do try my best to keep everything inclusive, save for the eye color, and i do sometimes have to change scenes to fit that but still keep the vibe 😭

but god, i will literally never live this down. this ask is going to be ingrained in my memories for months to come and it’s going to be what i look back on when i’m feeling down about my writing

thank you so so SO much for sharing your thoughts with me <33 i do look forward to hearing what else you’ll say or come up with in future chapters, since there are still plot points and antagonists we have to work through before our dear Reader can be happy for once :’) <3333

#asks #pls i read this while in the car with my parents and i just #literally almost started crying #pls #this is literally so sweet #chapter eight was a RIDE but i’m glad you like it <333 #my whole idea was that it was supposed to be a ‘oh. OHHH’ chapter skdbsjd #god i’m just #at a loss for words #idk what else to say #i want to just spam hearts because fksndksndksbdnss

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LMAOOOO they really are just a bunch of silly yokai vying for your attention,,, like “your laundromat is neutral ground BUT YOU LIKE US BETTER THAN THEM RIGHT. RIGHT”

UHH it depends on if you consider mandarin and hokkien separate languages bc if you then that makes 4 languages yea DJDNDJ i wanna learn more languages in the future too but i wanna fix up my mandarin first lmao

REAL THOUGH LIKE theres 3 japanese people in into1 AND THATS NOT COUNTING THE OTHER 2 THAT GOT RIGGED OUT,,, cfans dont seem to hold the ww2 atrocities against individual japanese people, more of the government and certain places (ie that shrine in japan that commemorates their ww2 soldiers. a chinese actor took a selfie there once and instantly got blacklisted)

I MEAN 😭 everything is cheap here because our economy is in shambles so 😭😭 but i do agree that our food cant be beat just *chefs kiss*

LMAOKDJDKD groveling rihi is just so entertaining to me like yea big tough guy!! but also absolutely folds if you dont give him attention every 5 minutes

but yea xikers is fun!! theyre all younger than me so i baby them a lot. and they recently released this absolutely TERRIFYING horror content and i felt terrible bc one of them got so scared he started CRYING i must protect

plsss companies suck ;; trcng is already kinda free from TS but ghost9 is still in maroo’s basement,, ALSO YES HES IN MONOTREE

AND YOURE SO RIGHT y/n CAN DO THAT SO TRUE,,, princess peach yudai,,, now thats an art prompt

LMAODKDJDKDJDN OMG OK SO LOWKEY,,, A PROFESSOR OF MINE HAS RAGGED ON DJS TOO MUCH LMAO,,, im from an art school and so we tend to have very. unique people. and my professor was like “i can excuse furries but i draw the line at djs” AND NOW EVERY TIME I SEE NISHI DJ I REMEMBER THAT LINEJDNDJD but im sure y/n is very happy LMAOKDJD

YES you keep giving them cop out answers like "yeah idk" or even worse the "you guys both suck" but they're going to get an answer out of you some day!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and also i just realised what this au entails when you put 97-99s as kitsunes bc kitsune ren is so right in my head it's just so. it makes so much sense. it's so real. oh my god. it's so factual. every time he walks in he deviously pilfers something from under your nose and when he leaves he WILL put it in the tip jar size be damned

if you try telling me anything in hokkien i won't understand anything so i'll quantify it as a separate language :rofl: languages are so cool though!!!!!!!!!! my friend's viet and she keeps teaching me random phrases like "hey girl", "i love you", and "oh my god" LOL. you can do it!!!!!!! mandarin i think is the easiest to learn from the chinese branches like. for what reason does cantonese have like 6 tones my days

you know what fair. my japanese teacher once said that the history books in japan, fully regulated by the government, are pretty heavily tilted on a bias towards themselves so kids don't get taught things like the nanjing massacre or unit 731. also THERE WAS RIGGING ofc there was rigging act shocked! and yeah my dad was telling me about the shrine when the actor got banned lmfao.... he was not impressed

SACRIFICES MUST BE MADE i'm pretty sure all of the currencies are weaker than the main western powers like the british pound and american dollar so sea keeps getting a bunch of weird tourists who think they can exploit the people there. but i think theyre fighting back by putting a tourist tax of double price LOL. kind of unrelated but i keep getting malay singapore beef on my insta fyp. it's so funny and i'm not even a citizen of either country. sometimes you just need to bring up the ringgit to inflict ultimate damage

damn it you have to feed your big clingy cat guy!!!!!!!!!!! he desires attention!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also i think you get unintentional scary dog (cat) privilege like no way am i going to do smth devious with him hanging off your shoulder

WHAT he started crying............. was he ok................... free my bro.................... also i swear having idols debut younger than you is such a reality check to how old you're getting LMAO there was this 14 (!!!!) year old aussie olympian who won gold in skateboarding........ like i was NOT winning the olympics at 14.

ts ent was so horrendous i can't believe they did all of their groups that badly.... bap copped it so bad. thank god theyre a thing of the past...... hopefully ghost9 can escape the dungeon omfg. AND AHHHH MONOTREE hwang hyun is doing so much justice for onf its crazy!!!!!! and it's always a bit of a relief when you see them on the track list of some mini album lmao

love yn theyre so cool to me. and also IT IS. hes so pretty he would pull it off so well. truly smth to consider

YOURE FROM AN ART SCHOOL damn ok i see who im talking to. dont mind me and my piddly attempts at drawing please /j but FR thats HILARIOUS literally just people who dress up as anthropomorphic animals are ok i GUESS but god i cant STAND the bluster and swagger of those noisy musical "artists"

#also the main founding members of monotree were formerly part of sweetune so IM OBLIGATED TO LIKE THEM #asks #im sorry i yapped a bit but anything to procrastinate work am i right!!!!!!!!!!

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Hi! I'm sorry I haven't replied! I just like to take my time thinking of a response. I hope that's okay! Aww don't work yourself too hard! I hope you're getting some rest and that your doctor's visits went well! That sounds like hell dealing with it. Ya I think I remember being awake almost 24 hours when Red TV released or close to it..haha. plus the album is so long! But anyway I would agree that Red is probably the best. Cuz Nothing New and ATW 10 are two of my favorite Taylor songs of all time! I didn't even like the original song as much as everyone else at all but the ten minute version means so much to me! The extra verses and outro adds so much. However I wasn't as impressed with Message in a Bottle and The Very First Night at first..but now I like them. Forever Winter is one of my favorites too. When I heard the Speak Now vault for the first time, it felt like I loved more of the songs instantly but then maybe they're not as good as I thought now..but they were all pretty equal hearing them in a row and I still like them a lot. I'm wondering what it will be for the 1989 vault..maybe a mix since it was never my favorite, or maybe the same..cuz there's only 5 songs but I'm so excited to see. I still have some left over from my concert I plan on wearing and that's good enough but I admire how many you've made. That's so awesome. I'm planning to watch both I think so I can tell you how it is if you want. It's exciting that you have things coming up though! When is your birthday? I love knowing other people's birthdays.

Idk if I had a favorite show to act in but I had the biggest part in Seussical as Yertle the turtle. But I didn't like it cuz I had to wear a wig. But my favorites overall are Charlie and Alice based on the stories. Unfortunately I can hardly remember any of the songs though but maybe from Seussical. So you were never in any musicals? Where does your love of theatre come from? I'm curious cuz no one elsein my family besides my sister likes it really and they don't know anything about Broadway. That's also why I liked Theater Camp cuz it showed the perspective of her son not liking theater lol and it reminded me of my brother. I wonder if people who don't like theater would still like it but then I feel like they wouldn't get all the jokes or references.

So I actually think the Gatsby musical seems pretty good..better than I expected based on what other people said. There's three videos I saw and I agree maybe that the opening number could be better..it did not really match Gatsby vibes to me so far though. It did show Nick halfway through at least. I still don't know how I feel about the casting though. Maybe it's cuz I have seen the actors in other things so it's pretty hard so far and they weren't in costume and that might help. I think the choreography was at least good. The second video was Daisy's solo and it was short but showcased Eva's vocals and it almost reminded me of her in Miss Saigon. This song references the beautiful fool line. The third was their duet song which references the green light. Honestly I am only vaguely familiar with Gatsby from the movie, and it just reminded me of Happiness lyrics lol. The duet actually kinda reminded me of Something to Believe in from Newsies but I think it's just a me problem and cuz he was in Newsies. That also might be why I can't picture him as Gatsby yet. I guess the music was okay but it didn't wow me or anything and just wasn't like Gatsby. Someone made a comment that said they're trying too much to make it a love story and that might be a problem. I think the Florence version might do something different to that and I'd be interested to see how. I would wanna see what a song from Nick will be like. But I still have hope for it by the time it gets to Broadway and still love the cast but the comparisons might make it worse..but then hopefully you'll at least enjoy one of them!!! I'd like to know your thoughts on the rest and if you still don't like it, that's fine, but overall I still thought the cast was good.

That's cool you're going to see the Band's visit! It's another smaller show I love. I'm sure it will be great along with seeing Hadestown. I read a rumor on Reddit that his replacement will be Jordan Fisher but idk how true that is and how he would be. I think Reeve had a specific voice to the character like in Wait For Me or the ahhs but I enjoyed the tour as well. The Orpheus I saw had a smoother voice and was also black..so maybe it will be similar to that and I think I would still wanna see how he sang the role. What do you think about that? I am also still planning on seeing the Les Mis tour in two weeks hopefully and I will update you! So it will be the eras tour next week, then Les Mis and then 1989 TV!!! I guess it's a pretty big month for me haha.

Well I still thought Our Year of Maybe was good..I liked the writing and story at first but by the end I just wasn't sure how I felt about it. I still liked some parts of it. The book is about a girl that donated a kidney to her best friend she is also in love with and how their relationship changed cuz of it. I I still thought it was interesting but idk if I would still recommend and I think she has better books. Apparently she announced a Today Tonight Tomorrow sequel! There seems to be a lot of sequels in books now and I will put For the Throne on my list too. This book has been on my list forever so I'll have to finish it by then. I also think this is the first book of hers that I was familiar with and I think I'll like it more. I read the first few chapters before and remember relating to the main character loving romance so I'm excited. But I'm still planning to read You'll Miss me when I'm gone first and finish Business or Pleasure. I do plan on reading all her books eventually though and I will let you know how You'll Miss Me When I'm Gone is. How do you feel about the sequel since I think you said it's one of your favorites? I thought I should let you know in case you didn't. Anyway I will finish Some Mistakes Were Made by tomorrow and let you know my thoughts. I know you said there's no pressure but I'm gonna make time tonight..I think I only have 5 chapters left. Then if you are still planning to read The Night Circus again..I can start that for this month as well. I am planning to finish more books this month. Also I would love the Taylor songs books list! I saw there is one called Enchanted to Meet you recently that matches the witch prompt so I might add it to my list but don't know many others. I hope I didn't forget anything but as always don't worry about replying if you're not feeling well! Although I hope you continue feeling better like you said you were starting to. 🩷

hi!! no worries for taking your time replying 🤍 i hope you had a great weekend!

my week of doctor's visits are now over, and now i have to wait for results and then maybe we'll get some answers (or not)! but i'm feeling much better already now. nothing new is so so good; i do like all too well 10, but i think i listened to it way too much when it first came out that now i have to be in a really specific mood to listen to it (also it's just long), but the lyrics are so good! i really like message in a bottle, and the very first night too! i think my favorite vault tracks from red are forever winter + nothing new, and then maybe message in a bottle since that was one of my surprise songs! i think my favorite fearless vaults are that's when, and we were happy, and then timeless and foolish one from the speak now vault! i've made about 62 bracelets now (my original goal was 40), but i think i'm going to aim for ~ 75 by friday, and then take about 50 to the movie on friday (so my friend can have half to trade too), and then the rest on sunday! my birthday is december 16th! when's your birthday? 🤍

i actually don't know seussical that well, but i feel like everyone who has been in a production of seussical loved it. and yes, i was never in any musicals! but i love theatre, and grew up going to shows — i also think that it helps a lot that i was named after cosette in les mis! my mom and i would go to a show every year once we moved to the states (we saw a few shows in hong kong, but tours don't go there as often). the first show i really vividly remember seeing is phantom, when they were in hong kong, but that was the third musical i'd seen! i also wondered that when watching theatre camp, but am unsure if how many non-theatre people would watch it! (i did spend a good chunk of the movie wondering who was linked to waitress, because someone sang a bit of when he sees me for their "audition", and then there was the waitress poster + playbill in several scenes, then was like hmm noah galvin was ogie but that doesn't feel right, then went maybe just ben platt, and then remembered who molly gordon's mom is haha).

i read gatsby in high school (read: i lived and breathed it for a few months because i had a big presentation + paper on gatsby)! i want to reread it and re-annotate it now, as an adult (like ten years since i first read it 😵‍💫) he really doesn't feel like gatsby to me, but we'll see if he grows into the role? i just think there were a lot of ... choices made ! but either way, i was always more excited about the florence one so here's hoping that one is good!!

wait i didn't know about the t3 sequel omg!!! that's so exciting! i really liked t3, it's very much like a ~ love letter ~ to seattle and makes me feel so so nostalgic for my own high school experience (well, more specifically, we had a celebration after graduation and i got really close with someone who is now one of my best friends, at that celebration. not as fun as howl, but still very special to me!) and yes!! still down to read the night circus! waiting on my friend to send me the copy she annotated for traveling book club, but if you want to start that i can catch up whenever it gets here!

i saw enchanted to meet you the other day at the bookstore — you'll have to let me know how it is! i really liked meg cabot's the princess diaries (which i adoreeeed as a kid)! and off the top of my head (i'm sure there's a lot of them that i'm missing, especially self-pub/indie books) here are some books named after taylor songs (i haven't read all of them):

this is me trying by racquel marie

begin again by emma lord

long story short by serena kaylor

never getting back together by sophie gonzalez

don't want you like a best friend by emma r. alban

call it what you want by brigid kemmerer

never saw you coming by erin hahn

hope you have a great week!! 🤍

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Yeah, no doubt Charles gets his share of hate, in fact every driver does, more or less, I was just talking specifically about Carlos. I’d never fault Charles for what people do online, he’s not responsible for them. I do kinda wish ferrari would speak up and ask everyone to stop trying to create a rift between Charles and Carlos but that’s very unlikely to happen, in fact it might enrage people even more haha

It’s always, always the same type of people hating drivers, some of them even basically admit they find it fun to be mean which absolutely baffles me. To each their own I guess.

Carlos in his Mclaren era was a delight, that combination of his own decision to be more himself than he was before (like he said in some interview) and also being paired up with Lando who instantly connected with him worked really well. To me it seems like Carlos needs a much more lighthearted environment to thrive in it, and Ferrari are really far from that… like, being a Ferrari driver puts a certain label on you that you have to be more put together, since it’s a team with such history. Ferrari as a whole need to unclench, stop living off their past victories and truly move forward if they want to be the winning team again. Idk, that’s just how I see things, there’s too much focus on the past, on their legacy, and it’s hurting them more than helping

Anyway, the fact that Tifosi were totally behind Carlos from the moment the weekend started until the very end was really heartwarming ahhh I think the support from everyone was one of the factors why it all went so well for him because ngl, at times this year it seemed like he’d lost some confidence in himself. Hopefully I’m wrong or that it’s all resolved now if I’m not. If only the car was good enough to fight for wins 😭

I guess I’m in a rant mood as well haha, feel free to tell me to stop spamming you 🫶

waaah ! i hope you didnt take it any wrong way- didnt mean you specifically with the charles hate, its just something thats been a bit more conscious in my mind recently and i just wanted to let it out. but yeah, charles is the last person responsible of the hate ofc. i actually prefer ferrari saying nothing about it, i do think itll make matters worse and ultimately ferrari need to fix themselves first 😂.

but yes its usually the same type of people and sometimes its just so so embarrassing. like i get second hand embarrassment sometimes seeing some the things people post to hate on the driver, i just don’t understand how some of them can lack self awareness. ive also been blocked by some accounts on tumblr even though ive never said anything about their fav or interacted w them (infact i love their fav too) but maybe ita cause im a carlos account haha.

mclaren era was so so beautiful i miss it so dearly and i get saddened that he isnt there anymore but ultimately i do think ferrari was a good mood. even though it hurts and sucks ita good that carlos is outside of his comfort zone and that he needs to push his elbows out a little but i agree with all your points, ferrari does need to get off the highhorse theyre on (pun not intended 😂) and reflect as to why they arent performing and the type of environment they have. i do think theyre the team thats stuck in old ways, they need to innovate and think outside the box myb idk.

as for carlos this year and his confidence- i think last year really took a toll on him but hes much more confident in himself this year in terms of consistency. hes back to his old self and i think even though the car isnt performing as good hes still pushing the limits whilst being aware of when to stop. but if its the case where hes missing a bit of confidence still i really hope he finds it after monza. we all are really rooting for him. the car and where its at is a pity, but im hoping both charles and carlos just need this breather this season and in some miraculous way the car will catch up next year.

also do not apologize for the rant, i wrote a whole essay i think 😂. but im enjoying this so dont worry your little pretty head about it

#nik rambles #vamossainz55 answers #anon <3 #chismes con nik !

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gikairan · 2 years ago

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Taking some time to Digest the mario movie and....

i feel like one of the reasons it didnt do anything for me is because....

They kinda forgot to tell us why Bowser is a bad guy....

Like, personality wise... Bowser is clearly not a good person. But the movie Tells Us hes a bad person, and doesnt Show Us.

Peach says a bunch of times that hes evil, or that all Turtles are evil.

.... In-movie, the worst sin Bowser commits for most of it..... is destroy the Ice Castle, and steal the Invincibility Star. In the opening sequence. (its also worth noting he does this without hurting any of the penguins) For most of the rest of the movie, the only Bowser scenes we get are him in a Koopa rock concert and announcing hes going to MARRY Peach (which instantly makes all the Koopas go "what?"). Then past that point we have him singing about loving Peach Then practicing how hes going to propose (Then the actual marriage scene itself, where he does actually do something Bad - he is going to dip all his prisoners in lava) Like.... i'm guessing all this is supposed to be funny? Haha, the big mean turtle is all loved up with the only woman in this segment of the film. It fails to make me laugh.

But it also totally fails to make the audience understand why Bowser is the villain?

We're TOLD by Peach hes evil. We're TOLD hes bad. We're TOLD the Koopas are evil.

.... We dont see it though.

We don't see what happens to the Ice Kingdom after Bowser takes the star. We know the castle is destroyed, and THREE of the penguins are locked up. But the rest of the kingdom? No idea. Hell, no one even got HURT when he destroyed the castle!

And like, look. Bowser is not really much of a character in the games. None of them really are. Its mostly the spin-off games that really give anyone any personality and Life. But at least in the games... Bowser is the bad guy because hes kidnapped someone. "Did some property damage and stole a thing" is not... quite the same.

The movie tries to make us believe Bowser is a Bad Person, but doesnt actually show us him being bad. When it was the perfect opportunity to establish Bowser as a better villain than hes ever been in-game!

And its made even worse because... it actually gives us some backstory on Mario and Peach. In fact, the Mario backstory is.... probably half the reason I turned off the film to begin with. Straight after Bowser gets the star, we're taken to New York where we see... the Mario Bros. And theyre portrayed as losers. This segment is loonngg. Including introducing the entire Mario Family, from Grandpa Mario to Mum and Dad Mario to... maybe some other family members dotted around? IDK. It all just felt sooo unnecessary and it just dragged.... (Also here we're told Mario doesnt like Mushrooms and i honestly do not see the reason why thats a necessary detail. It maybe adds a laugh for kids later on in the film?)

We also get a little bit of backstory for Peach later in the film - she was a baby, she came out of a warp pipe, she has no idea where shes from. The Toads found her and looked after her. Okay, fine. Thats fine. That explains... a lot, actually! Never knew why there was a random human woman running a kingdom of mushroom-people, but now i do!

...... But Bowser doesnt get this. We dont see anything Bowser does before invading the Ice Kingdom. Its clear hes done something to make the Mushroom Kingdom and the Jungle Kingdom hate him. What that is is a complete mystery.

I can assume hes been doing this for a long time, because the Toads trained her in some Mario-platformer obstacle course. But we dont see any of it.

And it just means I dont really... feel the same danger the characters do. I dont feel invested in their (kinda short) journey to stop Bowser. Because i just... dont see this Bowser as that much of a threat. And most of the reason I see him as the villain here is because.... well i know hes the villain of the franchise.

Like, the movie would have absolutely been stronger if we'd seen a little bit more of the stuff Bowser & the Koopas have done in the past to be labelled as "evil".

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years ago

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All Within My Hands.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Y/N gets chronic migraines, they've happened for years and it's only getting worse. Nothing makes Y/N feel any better, so Eddie offers himself up as another form of distraction from the pain... Finger fucking ensues. Spoiler!!

Warnings: There are (2) mentions of sick in this story, it's just Y/N feeling nauseous, nothing is graphic and no one actually throws up, Y/N just feels sick. I know people are sensitive to vomit so if even the thought of it triggers you, please do not read. This has smut towards the end so 18+ only. No minors are permitted to read this. This is kinda fluff/smutty content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by @boomhauer. "Alright: reader and Eddie are friends and don’t know they like each other. Until reader gets a migraine and Eddie decides to help her out by getting her off. “I don’t know, I read it somewhere that it cures headaches!”

Bonus: This is my first time writing smut and I'm not very good at it, so sorry if it doesn't live up to expectations. I'm just an awkward person so I can't write very convincing smut, I apologise. Hopefully y'all can enjoy anyways! <3

Word Count: 4.4k

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“I’m gonna be sick,” you mumble pathetically, sitting in the office of the school nurse. Sunglasses on your face to shield you at least somewhat from the piercing white lights above you.

Another migraine, you were prone to suffering from chronic migraines since you were a lot younger. Usually, they would only last a couple hours, a day at maximum, but recently they were persistent and caused you to deal with them for longer periods of time. Nothing seemed to shift them anymore, not water, rest, the dark, medicine, iron rich foods, nothing. It was getting to the stage where you’d have to walk around in sunglasses and noise cancelling headphones just so you could function through them.

The nurse looked at you with concern on her face, reaching over and grabbing out the trash can to pass to you just in case you were going to puke. Luckily it was just a wave of nausea, and nothing came up, but the nurse was in the process of writing you a note to go home early as it was. She could tell that you didn’t need to be here suffering like this when you couldn’t even sit up right without wanting to hurl.

“Do you have someone who can drive you home, love?” the nurse questioned.

Taking a moment to think before mumbling a weak “Eddie…” to her, she then excused herself from the office to head to the principal’s office to get them to make an announcement to bring him from class to where you were. It didn’t take long for the nurse to come back to you, it make you smile a little at the overhead announcement, knowing that everyone would assume Munson was in trouble rather than what he was needed for.

“Eddie Munson, please report to the Principal’s office immediately.”

The class he was sitting in filled with chuckles or comments about how he was in trouble again, Eddie groaned in annoyance before packing away his things and leaving class to report to the office.

“Son of a bitch” he hissed, walking down the halls in a mild tantrum.

The nurse intercepted Eddie before he made it all the way to the office, smiling and reassuring him that he wasn’t in trouble, this time. She explained that you needed a ride home and his demeanour softened instantly. Looking up from your place on the bench as the door opened, Eddie wandered in, backpack flung over his shoulder before he swipes up your bag from the floor.

“Come on then, let’s get you outta here.” He said, tone soft as the nurse passed you your absence note, along with a note for Eddie to explain why he was leaving school in the middle of the day.

You thank the nurse, quickly going to the front desk to hand in your notes and checkout for the rest of the day. Eddie walked with you to his van, putting both your bags in the trunk before opening the door for you so you can climb in, following suit and starting up the engine.

The short drive back to your place was more uncomfortable than normal. Each speed bump made you want to throw up, and the heat from the car made you sweat under your collar, Eddie had been meaning to fix the AC, he just hadn’t gotten around to it just yet.

“Home sweet home” he smiled, pulling up on your driveway and shutting the engine off. Grabbing your bags and helping you out of the car, you both head inside and he makes a point to shut the door quietly behind you rather than the slamming he usually did.

He followed you straight up to your bedroom, which was dark and cold due to the curtains being closed for a couple days now. Your bag placed alongside his on the study table, you placed your glasses on the nightstand before kicking off your shoes and falling into bed. Groaning in delight as you did, nothing could beat the cold sheets against your body when you felt this shitty.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked.

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks…” Your voice muffled by your pillow as you shake your head, you were all out of options as nothing had been making it better recently. You were almost fed up with trying. “Sledgehammer? I dunno.”

He laughed a little at that, kicking off his shoes and shutting the door behind you both before he sat beside you on the bed. Reaching over and brushing your hair away from your eyes as he looked at you with a concerned expression. He wanted to help but he truly didn’t know what he could suggest that might make you feel better in this situation.

“Have you had meds?” he asked.

“Yup.” You respond, half-heartedly.

“Food? Water?”

You nod again.

“Have you been sleeping well?”

Another nod.

“Are you under any stress?” he queried.

“I wasn’t, but now I feel like I’m being interrogated so maybe a little stress…” Raising your brow at him and peaking one eye open in his direction, trying to make light of the agony you were in, he smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, just trying to help. Uh… Maybe some weed?” he suggests.

You weren’t a smoker; you didn’t drink alcohol or take any drugs. He knew this too, he was just desperate for a solution to your problems as none of the more traditional remedies were helping you, clearly. Shaking your head in response, slumping back down into your pillows whilst he thought.

“Head?” he suggested, voice playful at the mere thought.

“Excuse me?!” you said a lot louder than expected, caught completely off guard at his suggestion, causing you to wince as your head begun to pound in reaction to your previous query.

“I don’t know, man! I’ve heard that it’s good for migraines and stuff because it makes your body relax. Hey, don’t shoot the messenger!” hands up in the air as he got defensive, keeping his voice hushed so he wouldn’t disturb you.

Screwing up your face in disgust, you hadn’t ever even thought about trying that. The last thing you’d want at a time like this is someone between your legs, when you are dizzy and sensitive and wanting to vomit, you can’t imagine even attempting to be sexy or intimate.

“It was just a suggestion.” He laughed to himself, seeing your reaction to his option, you rolled your eyes playfully at his typically perverted ways.

Eddie spent a little longer trying to suggest things that might make you feel better, but all were things you had either already tried, or didn’t want to try. Such as getting in the bath or going for a walk to get fresh air, you didn’t have the energy to even attempt those things.

So, you both settled on just lying in your bed, you on your stomach and faceplanting the pillows, Eddie on his back looking up at the ceiling as you relaxed in peace and quiet.

——

You didn’t know who fell asleep first, or how long you had been asleep, all you knew is that it was kinda late and that you really needed to get up and pee. A groan coming from you as the moment your eyes were open, your head begun to pound again. Sitting up slowly with a wince on your face, you pull your hair away from your face into a low bun and let out an overdramatic sigh.

“Morning, Cranky” Eddie mumbled to you, peaking just one eye open from where he was laying on his back outside of the covers, glancing at his watch before looking back up at you “we napped like… three hours?”

The sun was just beginning to set outside, and you didn’t stop for a second to wonder if your parents had ever come home from work, all you knew was your bladder was screaming for your attention.

“Be right back, gotta pee.” You mumbled, prying yourself out of the comfort of the sheets to head to the bathroom. Doing your business, flushing and washing your hands before coming back into your bedroom to see Eddie now sat up in your bed with a smile on his face.

“Still hurting, hm?” he asks, clearly referring to your migraine, “I’m still suggesting you try the whole ‘head’ thing, it’s the only thing you haven’t tried apart from weed!” he insisted playfully.

You grab the pillow from the end of the bed and throw it his way with a soft giggle, stripping off your sweater as you had gotten far too warm in your sleep. You change out of your jeans in favour of just laying about in your oversized shirt and underwear, far too clammy to change into anything further.

“Stop trying to get into my pants!” you giggle again, shaking your head in playful disapproval before laying back in the sheets.

“I’m not, I’m just saying—” he started, the death glare you gave him soon shut down the idea, watching as he climbed out of the bed and wandered to the door “okay, okay, I’ll be back…” he snorts as he leaves the room.

A few minutes pass and he comes back with a cookie, Tylenol, and a fresh bottle of water. Passing all of those items to you as it had been a while since your last dose, but he didn’t want you taking anything on an empty stomach in case it made things worse. You quietly ate the cookie, took the meds and sipped at the water until it was almost completely empty, clearly far thirstier than you thought.

“Thank you” you said gratefully, Eddie just smiled across at you as if to say that it wasn’t a big deal.

“A hot bath might help?” he suggests, you shrug your shoulders at the thought as you didn’t want to go through the effort of running one. It was as if he could read your mind, he stood up and went into your bathroom and started the process of running you a hot bubble bath before you could even object.

You only moved once he called out that it was ready, scooting yourself off the end of the bed as you followed the voice. The bath was full and smelled of lavender with bubbles threatening to overflow the tub, a few candle on the sink to light the room so you weren’t subjected to the harsh light of the bathroom ceiling.

“Thank you” you smile, looking around at the effort that he had gone to to ensure that you would be okay, he excuses himself and allows you the privacy to undress and to bathe in peace.

Eddie would stay seated on your bed which was just out of visual distance from where you occupied the bath, the pair of you talking through the open doorway as you washed yourself. You feel your cheeks flush pink and your eyes go a little wide once you are ready to get out of the bath as you realise you didn’t have a towel.

“Uh… Ed? Can I have a towel please?” you call out, hearing the squeak of the bed as he comes to the rescue with a clean towel from the linen closet, stepping into the bathroom to hand it to you.

“Thank you” you offer whilst taking the towel in your hand, bath already in the process of draining when you raise yourself out of the tub, wrapping the warm towel around your middle.

Eddie clears his throat and quickly turns away from you to hide his red cheeks, having accidentally caught a glimpse of your wet and naked torso as you were climbing out to reach the towel he offered you. Watching him wander back to the bed to take the attention away from the situation as you closed the door and dried yourself off, eventually tugging on clean underwear and an oversized t shirt to sleep in later.

“Want me to throw on a movie?” he asked, to which you called out a soft “yeah!” and watched as he slipped out of your bed towards your tv. He took a couple of minutes deciding before laying on his back with his arm around your shoulders once you had joined him back in your bed, curling up into him for comfort and warmth.

The movie was just over halfway finished when you let out another grumpy sigh, irritated with the fact this pounding pain in your head hadn’t decided to shift. You were sick and tired of being so uncomfortable and in pain that you looked up at Eddie with the softest pout on your lips.

“Still hurting, huh?” he asks, nodding your head in response, “anything I can do?” his voice gentle, clearly he is desperate to try and fix this for you. You shake your head this time. “Want me to get outta here so you can see if rubbing one out helps?” he chuckles, making you blush.

“Shut up, idiot.” You giggle, smacking him lightly on the chest before wrapping your arm tighter around him to make it clear that you didn’t want him to leave you.

Not more than another ten to fifteen minutes pass before you are groaning in discomfort again. Hiding your face against his chest to shield yourself from any sound or light coming from the screen. Eddie pauses the movie, shuts off the screen so the room is dark and silent, turning his full attention back to you.

“Y/N… This isn’t good…” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he strokes your back and does his best to comfort you. You sigh, you knew this wasn’t good, this wasn’t exactly a blast for you to have to deal with for this long. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?”

You shrug your shoulders. It had gotten to the point where you were so uncomfortable and in pain that you were willing to try anything. Well, almost anything.

“Maybe I should just do thing you keep suggesting, anything is worth a damn try at this point!” Glancing up at him with an annoyed look on your face, not at him, at the situation you are in, you let out a disgruntled little noise.

“Want me to head home?” He offers, not wanting to be the person in the way or stopping you from getting any intimate time alone to attempt to cure your pain.

“No! No.. I don’t wanna be alone when I feel this shitty.” You pout, a quizzicle look on his face as he’s watching you.

“I can’t exactly just sit here though, can I? I can’t just sit and watch you doing your thing, that’s weird, isn’t it?” His tone doesn’t sound so sure of himself.

You were friends, best friends, you told each other everything and knew everything about the other. This was crossing the line… Right? Having him sitting right beside you whilst you’re doing that to yourself? That’s gotta be weird and a boundary you’re crossing even by asking… Right?

“I mean, I don’t know…” both of you had matching nervous energies and flustered pink cheeks as you avoided eye contact, the pair of you staring at your own hands whilst you fumbled through the conversation.

“Unless I just do it for you?” He offers, words tumbling out of his mouth before he’s even gotten a chance to think them through, both of you suddenly wide eyed and looking at each other.

“What?!” you softly squeak.

“I. Uh. Nothing, nothing.” He tried to backtrack, scratching the back of his neck with an awkward little laugh. You both sit in silence for a couple moments before you turn to him a little.

“You really wanna do that? For me?” Looking him up and down to see if he’s was just messing about or truly interested in helping you out in probably the most intimate way imaginable.

“I mean, why not? What could go wrong? You’re in pain, it might help you, it’s not a big deal… I don’t know” he mumbled, shrugging his shoulders and looking back down at his lap.

“Won’t that totally ruin the friendship and make things awkward if you’ve seen me in that way?” You ask shyly.

“Not if we don’t let it? Consider it a favour? You need help, I’m helping you. Next time I need like… help passing a class, you can slide me the answer sheet and call it even?” He lets out an awkward and not fully committed laugh.

You take a few seconds to think about it before the pounding in your head comes back, causing you to nod quickly in agreement.

“Okay… Deal.”

——

Looking up from your spot on the bed as your bedroom door shuts, a shy smile on Eddie’s face as he’s coming back into the room after having peeked downstairs to see if your parents were home or not… they weren’t.

You were alone, home alone with Eddie.

You were laying in the centre of your bed on your back, head in the pillows as you’re looking up at your best friend who came walking towards you, he sits beside you on the bed with his hand pressing to your thigh. Giving you a comforting squeeze as he looks down at you.

“Coast is clear” he announces softly, the both of you smiling like goofballs at one another.

He shuffles a little higher up the bed so he’s on his knees beside you, his hand moving up to cup your cheek instead. His thumb brushing back and forth along your cheekbone to soothe your nerves as you’re giggling at each other, trying to see who will step up and initiate anything.

You’d never thought about Eddie sexually before, he was your buddy. Your best friend. It was always affectionate but platonic, but something about the way he’s looking at you right now? You couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach. Maybe it was nerves? But there was a hint of excitement too.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, you immediately nod your head and close your eyes as he comes closer to you.

Eddie leaned down, tilting his head to the side and connecting your lips in a few tender kisses, you giggle into each others mouths as the nervous energy takes over. It was sweet that he didn’t want to rush you, he didn’t just get the job done and leave, he wanted to ease you into it and make sure you’re comfortable.

One of your hands cupped the back of his head and tangled in his long locks, holding him closer as you kiss one another. Massaging your fingertips against his scalp as his hand would slip up and down your bare thigh, causing you to shiver a little in response. He shuffled around slightly so that he’s laying on his side beside you, hand sneaking up under the hem of your shirt to lift the fabric up a little. His fingertips now trailing back and forth along the waistband of your underwear, waiting for your permission to go any further.

Nodding your head a little in the kiss, he’s shyly sliding his hand into the waistband of your underwear, his warm hand cupping your mound whilst his fingers would delicately swipe up and down your folds whilst you kissed one another. A little hitch of your breath makes him smile, playfully tugging at your lower lip with his teeth before kissing the skin, his fingertips moving in slow circles around your clit to start you off.

It didn’t take long for you to start to let out little noises at his touches, grinding lightly against his hand as he would alternate between massaging your clit or teasing his fingers up and down your slit. His fingers taking little time at all to become soaked by you, him kissing along your jawline whilst working towards your ear.

“May I?” He whispers, you nod in response.

He’s careful with you, delicately sliding his middle finger inside of you whilst replacing the pressure on your clit to include his thumb. He massages your bundle of nerves whilst working the finger in and out of you, curling his finger up to brush against your weak spot.

You’re groaning and dropping your head back in the pillows, legs spread open for him whilst he’s moving his finger in and out of you in a slow and steady pattern. Your underwear still on, meaning he can’t pull too far away before he’s hitting the fabric, you were grateful for the barrier keeping him close.

Easing a second finger into you, he’s slipping them in and out at a constant pace whilst his thumb would alternate between circling and rubbing your clit. His name falling from your mouth over and over, causing him to grin proudly down at you at the sound. Eddie was solid in his pants, but this wasn’t about him, this was about you. He didn’t even hint or reference himself, focusing on helping you out instead.

“M-More, please…” you whimpered, loving the stretch that his fingers cussed inside of you, your body twitching as your breathing quickened from his touch.

He smiled fondly down at you, inching his ring finger alongside his index and middle to stretch you out, the three long digits make you pulse around his fingers whilst you’re hiding in his neck and whimpering. He dropped your clit in favour of softly pumping his fingers in and out of you, a slightly quicker pace than before as he could feel you clenching around him.

One of your own hands slide between your legs so you could rub your clit whilst he took control of your needy entrance, the pair of you working together to bring you the pleasure you had craved for a while. Your lips soon connecting to muffle your noises as you felt yourself getting closer, body shaking and breathing heavily as you cursed and moaned into Eddie’s mouth. You were trying to fight it and hold back on your climax as you wanted to enjoy this for longer, but the rhythmic strums of his fingers inside of you pushed you closer to the edge.

“Cum for me?” Eddie mumbled into the kiss with a fond smile on his face, pulling back to look down at you whilst he angled his fingers a little deeper.

“Oh, shit!” You curse softly, rubbing your clit feverishly whilst he admired the way you fell apart under him. Your muscles tense up before you drop your head back and curse a little louder for him. Suddenly your walls spasm around his fingers and you’re gushing out around his digits, trembling under him as you’re gasping for air.

He lets out a soft noise of approval at the sight of you, finger fucking you through your climax until you’re whimpering from how sensitive you are. Your hands dropping back to your sides before Eddie slows his hand to a stop, slipping his fingers from you in favour of bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“Yeah, that was hot. Any better?” He asks, a cocky smile on his face as you look the most relaxed you’ve been in days. Nodding your head tiredly as you look up at him with flushed cheeks and a giggle.

“Mhm, a little… Thank you.” You mumble.

Eddie laughs, half out of arrogance for being right. Half because you look so cute when you’re all spaced out and comfortable. He’s just glad he could have helped you. Leaning down, he presses a few kisses to your forehead before he excuses himself to the bathroom.

Looking up at him as he comes back into the room, a confused look on your face as he’s bringing a towel. You lift your hips when he’s hooking his fingers into your underwear, watching as he slips them down your thighs and throws them to the floor. Spreading your legs, he’s delicately wiping your wetness with the towel to clean you up.

A smile on his face as you’re making soft noises or twitching away from him, kissing both of your knees once you were all dry and ready for bed. Taking your underwear and the towel and throwing them in the laundry, before he comes back to the room and sits beside you on your bed once more.

“Did this ruin our friendship?” You ask, a small and nervous look on your face, laying on your side so you’re both face to face.

“Not at all.” He shakes his head, cupping your face in his hand and stroking his thumb along your skin whilst pressing a kiss to your nose, “if anything, it brought us closer.”

You smiled bashfully across at him, giving him a gentle kiss whilst wrapping your arms around his midsection so you’re cuddling as close as possible with him.

“Do you… Do you need anything?” You look down at his crotch and then back up at him, gesturing to the fact that you could feel he was hard against your thigh.

He’s shaking his head immediately, chuckling as he kisses your forehead once more, reassuring you that he was going to be alright.

“I’m good. This was about you, I’m just glad I was right and you’re all good now. We can worry about me another time.” Eddie says fondly, bumping your noses together before he pecks your lips.

“Are you sure?” Voice unsure of yourself, not wanting him to feel like this was one sided and like he wasn’t allowed to voice his feelings just because you didn’t feel good.

“I promise, sweetheart.” He confirms.

“Okay.. Thank you.” You giggle, realising the reality of what had just happened. Your best friend on the planet had just finger fucked you into an orgasm to soothe your headache. The both of you quietly laughing into the arms of one another as this can’t be your reality.

“Munson 1. Migraine 0.” He says proudly.

You just kiss him to stop the bragging rights he’s already trying to cash in on, giggling into his mouth before pulling away to grin up at him. Eddie pulls the blankets over the both of you and slumps against your chest, his arms around you as he yawns like a big cat.

“So, about those math answers…” he says innocently, already trying to cash in his end of the deal of you helping him pass a class.

“Consider them yours.” You mumble tiredly.

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tastyykpop · 3 years ago

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Will you be able to do a mark lee smut / He catches you reading a smut about him

combining two asks if you don't mind :)

ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏғ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

pairings: idol!mark x mua!reader

genre: smut, friends with benefits, idol au

warnings: dom!mark, sub!reader, blackmail, free use (idk how I got here) degradation, manipulation(?), dacryphilia, thigh riding, hair grabbing/pulling, dubcon-ish, praising, nipple sucking, cockwarming, mark takes a video 😮‍💨, kinda unedited

"'biting on marks lips, you're body melted into his like putty. submission fully taking its course over-'"

"mark fucking lee! give it back!" you outstretched your arm, reaching for your phone yet mark pulled away, grin on his lips as he did nothing more but continue. he waltzed around the bed, you chasing him. the phone illuminated his face, scrolling down a few before stopping.

"'mark, oh you feel so good! daddy always feels the best'." he laughed at the words, your face painted in embarrassment. of all things that could happen to you...why couldn't you just be more subtle about what you're reading? "this must be the best one I've seen yet! never thought I'd be reading one from my friend though."

"you've read fics before?!"

mark shrugged, "out of curiosity. but this is pretty damn nasty... didn't think you'd be into this- or into me..."

"im not into you!" you groaned, crawling over the bed to reach mark who smirked down at you. totally not believing a single word from your mouth.

"really?" he ruffled your hair like a human did to a dog. "because the phone says otherwise." mark shook the device in your face, pulling from you when you attempted to take it back again, "the guys would love to hear about this one. wonder if I should send it to the group chat we're all in. maybe the company would have a laugh at this one as well."

air seemed thinner, almost disgusting as you felt like throwing up at the thought. "you wouldnt-"

"hm, you're right... that's going too far, wouldn't want to make you lose your job and all." he said, throwing the phone onto the bed next to you, a sigh of relief coming from your mouth as you snatched it without another thought. "under one condition."

you go stiff, praying that whatever is on his mind is highly less embarrassing or even bareable so you don't have to pay the consequences of dealing with the other boys or the company.

marks not known to be devious, the thought of it though was a different story. he climbed on the bed, your body falling onto the soft matress, phone slipping out of your hands. heart pounded in your chest, him crawling closer until he was between your legs, one wrapping around his waist. "w-whats the condition?"

"you let me use you wherever and whenever I please." the seriousness in his eyes was something to fear, so toxic and wrong. your head spun, trying to wrap around his 'terms and agreements'. mouth going dry, lips chapped and chaste. would this be so bad? it's living out your fantasies...with your friend. it sounds worse when it's put together like that.

"if i give myself to you, do you promise not to tell anyone about the fanfics? i really cant risk losing my job over something so stupid." your voice wavers as you speak, trapped in terrible yet strange predicament.

mark smirked, a hand glided over your thigh to your hip, tugging at the hem of your pajama shorts. almost instantly you wanted to submit, give in to him before he said "cross my heart" in that raspy voice of his. it was wrong, and maybe not desperation, but a new found need for your best friend.

weeks went by. it was getting hectic having mark constantly pulling you into empty closets or bending you over in the practice room when no one was around. he took you however he pleased, meaning each word he said that day and it was disgusting. painful as well. you never thought mark of all people would be so rough when given the chance to do whatever. the bruises and hand prints from earlier this morning already proving what a menace he really was. and he didn't apologize for it. mark would just laugh or call you a slut for enjoying it.

you did. too much for your own liking.

one day specifically, probably the scariest was during practice. it was obvious how frustrated mark was. not only because the day hasn't been going so great when jaehyun spilt his coffee all over him, but the staff were all up his ass this morning.

so what better way to treat his anger than calling you to the sm building and fucking you, during your day off. on the contrary, he's not rude afterwards and doesn't throw you away after hes finished like some may think. mark would rather stay with you rather than going back to practice if it meant having you in his arms.

hes sweet.

to some extent.

now its been about two weeks of nonstop fucking with maybe a three and a half days worth of a break.

yes, adding the half because mark couldn't take jerking off by himself anymore on a saturday night.

anyways- you were sore. very sore. mark still didn't care, he would threaten you with sending links of multiple fanfictions he's found on your phone to the company and group chat if you didn't give in to at least sucking him off or giving him a handjob. literally anything to make him happy.

"not gonna happen."

"fine, then let me just," mark unlocked the device and opened to the group chat, "hit send really quick then notify the-"

you rested your weight on your arms as you sat up on the bed, snatching his phone before any moves could be made and threw it on the other side of the bed. "you're crazy!"

"and completely serious." mark eyes his phone before looking back at you, speaking with a whine, "I really need you!"

face inches from yours, eyes having sight on your lips. mark exhaled, drawing his hot breath on your mouth. yet you turned away, ignoring the rising heat that came over your body. "mark, it's just one day, you can handle it."

mark scrunched his face, "I can literally cum in my pants right now, don't tell me I can handle it!"

you shake your head with a small chuckle at the thought, not advancing to help but instead laid back on the bed. however, mark really seemed to be that desperate, terribly adamant on having us way with you. pulling you onto his lap so easily by the waist, leaning back to rest on his hands. you wanted to get up, go back in the comfortable position mark had taken you out of. but knowing him, it wouldn't be in your best interest if he really wanted you here.

"stay right here." mark says, "and just watch if you don't wanna help."

you can feel your own heartbeat climbing to your throat. one of marks hands fiddling with his belt and his zipper, impatiently freeing his hard cock. you didn't want to help nor did you have intentions, and shifted uncomfortablly when he began stroking it. in a different situation, you'd find it completely hot how much he craved you. it wasn't like this now, and you hated to admit that he's getting you wet. hated him so much.

the precum oozed from the head, your eyes trying not to watch, finding something else in the room to look at before being brutally grabbed by the hair. hand not failing to yank, making you whimper pathetically almost sounding like a moan.

"stop it, mark!" you meekly yelp, clawing at the hand knotted in your hair. "I'm not gonna sit here and watch you jerk off!"

"what happened to you agreeing with all this a few weeks ago? you know damn well if I let you go, your job will be gone." he knew you'd keep fighting even with that fear. in the split second he untangled his fist from your hair, his belt was suddenly around your wrists before you knew what was happening. that crazy smile on his face, enjoying the fear in your eyes as you looked up at him. scared of what he'd do, mark loved it. "look at my girl. can't do anything now, can you? just gotta watch."

there really wasn't much you could do. besides, marks not messing around, he's an honest man, and you can't risk losing your job. you even began to wonder if after all this mark will return to that awkward boy you knew as your best friend. then again, nothing can be the same after he's already had his way with you. now wouldn't be any different. fist around his hard length, eyes gazing deep into your soft ones, tempting you as he sucked in a breath of air.

his motions moved faster, giving quick pumps to his cock. the movements brushing against your shirt, tip poking at the material that caused a wet patch to form just below your belly button. shamefully enough, you were basically soaked at this point. between your thighs ached and you knew you'd soon fold and let him have his way. you still wanted to touch yourself or better yet, let your mind run off and ride his thigh. tied hands holding them to have a steady balance as your slicked heat stuck to your panties and marks jeans. it was a good day to wear a skirt.

"and you said you were sore..." mark rolls his eyes, "cant say I'm mad though. you look so pretty trying to get off on my thigh." he flexes the muscle you graze over. clentching, more juices pour out. panties now feeling as if they weren't there, mark reached his free hand to move the fabric to the side. the rough material of the jeans made you feel even more sensitive than you already were. and soon mark began bouncing his leg. the contact alone making you furrow your brows, moaning as your grip around his thigh tightened so you wouldn't fall.

but your hands didn't stay locked in place for long, shifting to touch marks dick instead with both hands. the leather of his belt rubbing against the skin. mark closing his eyes, sighing and re-opening them. his hand crawling to reach for his phone. movements of your own now coming to a halt when he opened his camera.

"eyes up here." mark smiles when you listen. a proud one and slightly sadistic when he notices the fear behind them.

"this isn't a good idea.." you mumble, "someone can go through your phone."

"so what? they get to see my personal toy making a mess on my thigh," he chuckles, "keep riding me and get me off."

his head falls back, admiring you when you do as he says. your mind far to gone when you finally ride against his thigh, hands wrapped around his length as you jerk him off slowly. almost too agonizingly and painfully slow for him so he bucked his hips. thighs flexing underneath each time he went up and hit your stomach with his tip. the same sticky wet spot on your shirt leaving a string that attached to his pink cock.

"you look so dirty," mark comments. "gonna fuck you so hard, don't care if you're sore. I'll make you cry."

your stomach flipped. there's something so different about mark when he's horny. if he says he wants you to cry, he'll definitely make you. but otherwise, like when he's not in the mood, he'd regret ever seeing a tear on your cheeks.

your thoughts were cut short when the camera zoomed to the your hips, mark tilting his head and panning the device to his pink cock. the tip swollen with a need to cum. your small hands making the tiniest of movements to actually let him. just watching his cock twitch made your own thighs clamp around his and you werent close to begin with. but the desire for mark was too much, you craved every inch of the man.

"mark....mark please."

"what do you want, baby? I'll give you anything." he guides your hips to meet his. bare cunt almost sitting on his length, rubbing against him sweetly.

"I need you to fuck me." you whine, "need you so bad!"

he smirks to himself, holding the camera at an angle so it can see just how needy you were after he flipped your skirt up. perfect blackmail for another day.

"ride me if you want it so bad." you were so lost in the situation. mind drunk and dazed that you found yourself already sinking on his cock like it was all you knew. bouncing up and down, meeting the base of his cock in a feverish manner. biting your lip, your walls stretched trying to get accustomed to his size. even after all these times you fucked, it always felt like the first time. however it wasn't the stretch that caused you to whine in pain, it was the sensitivity and soreness. tearing up as you moved, it felt too good to stop. besides, mark was still filming and you didn't want him to send the video to anyone.

but you knew, in the back of your mind, that mark couldnt keep anything to himself when it came to you. even if it isn't for the soul purpose of making you embarrassed, he'll show you off like a prize won at a carnival.

as he began to strip you of your shirt and bra, one of his hands swiped over your sensitive bud with admiration. his mouth watered, licking his soft lips before attacking your chest with fierce kisses. nipping at your soft skin, his hold on your waist was strong, making sure to never let you go like he had a fear of losing you. only then did you arch into him, chest pushing farther into his face yet he didn't mind. mark sucked on your perky bud, biting your nipple as if wanted more from them- more to taste.

it wasn't until you started moaning that mark was writhing on his spot on the bed. his hips thrusting into yours, already on the verge of an orgasm. but he didn't want to cum. not yet. and certainly not when you felt so amazing on top of him, admiring you like a goddess before his eyes. but if you asked for it, or even begged him, he may let you milk him dry.

"so perfect." he spoke, bring the camera to your face. cheeks stained with tears and makeup, mark smirking as you attempted to wipe any tears that threatened to fall. but he pulled your hands away, uncovering your messy face for him and his phone to see, kissing the stray tear that slid down your cheek. "my babys so pretty when she cries. so cute and messy. my beautiful slut."

your hips stutter, bottom lip trembling as tou started to cry again. yet your eyes locked on his, his hand squishing your cheeks like you were the cutest thing, even with some drool at the corners of your lip. he couldn't lie and say that he didn't like you making a mess of yourself. mark absolutely loved it and admired you with heart eyes. the way you moaned, or whimpered made him adore you even more. your voice was like a euphoria.

"need you to cum, mark." your moan came out like a cry of desperation, earning a raised brow from the boy, "please cum for me."

right there, mark felt himself twitch. shocked as he was sitting still on the bed, hands instead cupping your face as he almost let himself go. lifting your hips with his free hand so he wouldn't cum in you but you stopped him, now sitting on his cock without any sort of movement.

"inside me, marky. cum inside me."

"i-inside....?!" mark blinked, "but I could get you-"

"so what?" you begin rocking your hips, wrapping your arms around his neck as you sunk your head into his shoulder. "I-I wanna feel you cum."

his moans vibrated against your lips as his head fell back, guiding your hips against his cock to reach his climax that soon came faster than he expected. shooting white ropes, painting your walls in seconds as you helped him through his high. mark shook under you, embracing you in his arms, phone long forgotten somewhere on the bed. breathing against your chest, you coming to a halt only to hold him back. the energy you once had before was nonexistent. not only did you not care if you came or not, but you also just wanted to stay in marks arms.

"dont wanna get up, huh? love my cock that much?" mark chuckled into your chest.

"shut up, I'm just comfortable."

he scoffed, not believing a single word. though he didnt care, it was comfortable staying inside. his warm cum mixed with your wetness was oddly relaxing for the both of you. until, after minutes of pure silence, a constant ringing and many vibrations snapped you from your comfortable thoughts, staring in the direction of marks phone with an eyebrow raised. and suddenly, your phone was doing the same on the nighstand next to the bed. "why's our phones blowing up?"

mark shrugged and unlocked his phone, his eyes going wide as he read the messages from the group chat,"oh shit..."

#nct #nct smut #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct mark lee #mark lee smut #mark nct #nct drabble #nct imagines #kpop imagines #kpop #kpop smut #kpop drabbles #seoynn #anon #ask

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so now that we have the official release date for s3 i think that the timing is right for me to infodump what i wanna see happen (but it probably won’t) - five gets some sleep. and maybe someone also makes him eat a decent meal for once that’s not a sandwich or straight-up alcohol idk. that poor man had absolutely rotten horrendous two weeks, i think he deserves a break. no idea how he’s still standing tbh. - a hug. that’s it. five getting a hug would be worth it all just on its own. everyone else got at least one hug so five not getting one too is just cruel at this point. please. he deserves it. - okay, a hug and maybe also a nice heartfelt thank you. that would be nice too. - five also has a breakdown and i kinda sorta want to see it even more than i want to see him rest?? i refuse to believe that he’s not actively spiraling into some sort of full-on nervous breakdown. plot-wise, he just saw his family die. maybe a few hours ago at most. the timeline is a complete burning dumpster fire. this has got to be such a sucker punch when for once everything seemed to be going just fine. - speaking about breakdowns, maybe this time the reason for some sort of Universe Catastrophic Failure is five, not vanya? he manipulates time itself - imagine him imploding under all that insane stress and the time itself just collapsing, random portals opening up, people getting instantly turned back into nothing or thrown forward into piles of ash and dust. i’m just saying. the potential for some major horror is there. - the barn scene. t h e b a r n s c e n e. can we please have an on-screen talk about what happened in the barn. please. he’s the sole reason they’re all still alive, can we acknowledge that and just how massively traumatic it had been. or can we at least have some consequences of that?? maybe his ptsd gets worse, nightmares, his paranoia is through the roof and the flashbacks are worse than ever. maybe he’s terrified to let them go out of his sight in case they die somewhere out there and five is not there to turn the time back and save them again. maybe he starts drinking again. i want the siblings to learn about it and then be absolutely heartbroken by the realization of just how much five has done for them. - speaking of consequences, homeboy got a skillet to the head. you cannot tell me that this doesn’t look like a concussion. not to mention the shrapnel wound that has to still be there and all the bruises he must have after the fight with the swede and getting buried under the bricks. - of course it is also entirely possible that just like in the comics five had been uhhh reinforced and augmented by the commission. would be nice if that got referenced or something, if that’s the case. maybe that’s why he’s so good at withstanding all kinds of physical damage, because otherwise determination or not that wall of bricks alone sure looked like an er trip. - "the world is my jungle and i'm the gazelle!" - so are luther and five twins like in the comics?? because a confirmation would be just. so funny to me. just look at them. big silly man and small angry man. - some whump please. whump and comfort. maybe the siblings have to save him from the sparrows at some point. maybe he’s simply just so incredibly tired he can barely walk and luther simply picks him up, ignoring all and any protests. i will take anything. - brainwashed sparrow five! brainwashed sparrow five!! i wouldn’t be surprised if reggie had developed an interest of sorts in him - five was the only one he showed respect and attention to in the 1960s, and five certainly left a lasting impression on him. five is also the most vulnerable to his manipulations: not only was reggie pretty much the only person who listened to him, treated him as an equal and actually offered some useful advice (one that ended up saving both five and his family), but also because five, unlike the others, simply didn’t have the chance to get completely disillusioned with him. all this time, reginald was right, five was not ready to time-travel, and i’m sure that the lifetime of remembering that last conversation five had with him before the jump just hammered the point home. if the siblings turn on five under all that stress, thus alienating him further, five would be just. ripe for the picking. - unlikely but c o m m u n i c a t i o n. no more going off doing things on their own. actually talking. - and since it seems fairly unlikely to me i’m fully expecting to see everyone turn on five as the main reason for all of their recent problems. imagine the pain. - thrift shopping scene cause they do have to get the new clothes from the promo pics from somewhere. klaus riding around in a shopping cart, five being exhausted and miserable and grabbing the first fitting suit he finds, diego acting like he’s way too cool for any of this but secretly loving it, vanya and allison having fun trying to find something that fits luther at all. just. an emotional break for all of them. with some nice 80s soundtrack. - throughout it all five’s height is never mentioned by anyone.

#tua #s3 #s3 predictions #more like five predictions huh #might end up adding more later #im just so excited #also thinking about lila copying sparrows' powers and aiding the umbrellas in a fight #that would be neat #a nice contrast to their last encounter

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