#and the fucking atmospheric monologues

[crmsndragonwngss]

Settled With theatrical sequences I hope the bleeding persists

[synonymsforstupidity]

...am I insane for still thinking the remake of Silent Hill 2 looks bad

[slamminslamminmcgill]

Can you pretty please write a fic where Logan and Deadpool are having an argument about how they should be fucking the reader, like going over techniques while the reader is just drooling and mindless like “whaaa”

hell YEAH i love getting fucked stupid by big strong men >:3333€

this is a rly good prompt btw so i could GLADLY expand on this but for rn here’s a snippet 😌

warning: dp, painal, sadomasochism, mild transphobia, slurs, degradation, overstim, dubcon, daddy kink

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy/bussy

They talk about you like you’re not even there.

Well, physically you were right there with them. Mentally you were nowhere to be found, certainly not on their conversational level. Wade had been bouncing you in his lap for god knows how long. His cock in your cunt had thoroughly fucked your train of thought off the tracks. Your internal monologue was nothing but bitchy whimpers and primal burning for more. Welp. What do you expect? Back to back orgasms will do to that to you. You couldn’t even recall how the argument started, and context would’ve really been helpful.

“Wow! Okay! That’s a shitty thing to say to our guest! Wanna apologize and maybe try that one again, JK Rowling?”

"Oh, get fucked. That's not what I meant and you know it." Logan kept his firm hands on your shoulders, assisting your bounce, since your legs were damn near liquified.

“Mmmmm, ah, gah-fuuuck… Wh... Wha? Huh?”

“How is that not what you meant?" Wade, questioned, maintaining his steel grip on your ass. He felt that he had to protect you from the big bad wolf and his transphobia. "You just said he’s not a real man because he has a pussy. A tight, sweet, JUICY pussy that feels like a fleshlight full of microwaved angel dust. And yet SOMEHOW this makes him not a real man to you? Maybe you’re just not man enough for HIM, sugar-tits!”

"I said you gotta fuck him like a real man. You’re being too good to him. It's gonna fuel his ego, and I’m not letting you turn him into a spoiled brat. Fuck him in the ass, that'll teach him a lesson. Show him this shit ain't a joke."

"No way! Ass is ass is ass is ass. Everybody's got an asshole, peanut, and newsflash? They all feel the same. But this boy's pussy? This hot buttery premium A5 wagyu bussy that's—SQUEEZINGmyfuckingdicksotight, oh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, angel baby, sweet boy, you feel so GOOD! Making your Daddy feel so good, good boy!"

Praise was easy enough to process. It didn't require any cognitive effort on your part. You didn't have to weigh in and have an opinion, you just have to take it, and be grateful for it. "Hah, fuck! Thank—thank you, Daddy! FUCK! Wade! WadeWadeWadeWade—WADE! WadeWadeWade..."

But Logan wouldn't let it go. "I'm serious. Make him take it up the ass, or I will."

“Un-be-lievable. You know something? You must be the one guy in this universe who could see a whimsical forest path that leads to a magical unicorn fountain, and says 'Oh, no, none for me. Let me go spelunking in the poop-chute, thank you very much!' And if that's not the single gayest thing I've seen in my entire—"

"WADE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Eeep!"

Oh, you poor thing. He nearly gave you a heart attack! It's terrifying when someone yells out of nowhere, especially when that someone has you naked and vulnerable in their hands. Logan had slammed you down on Wade's cock when he yelled, completely stopping the scene and trapping you between them. Woah. Time out. Shit has officially just gotten real. You and Wade held bated breath, and traded a glance that said "We're cooked. Nice knowing ya."

But Logan just laughed at you both. Delighted by the atmospheric tension he had just created.

"Heh... heh heh heh..."

Then he relaxed his grip on you, and those big strong calloused man hands started to explore. They massaged your shoulders, rubbed your neck and jaw, and groped and squeezed wherever they pleased. All the while, his hot breath, tinted with whiskey and malice, ghosted over the shell of your ear as he talked. He spoke very firmly. Targeted. Slow. He wanted you to get every fucking word.

"Listen, bub. I’m not about to question whether or not you’re a man, okay? But I’ll say this. When real men wanna take cock? It hurts. Oh, it hurts real bad. And most of ‘em don’t get the luxury of a cushy little cunt that’s meant to take a pounding. No, son. Real men get ripped apart by cock. It makes them cry and scream and sometimes their tiny little rims even bleed because of it. And you know what? They love it. They love how much it hurts them. Cause they’re men. Strong men. And you’re no fuckin’ better than them, you know that? You think just cause you got another hole that you can take the easy way out? Everything's gonna be peaches and cream, huh? Nuh uh. Not on my watch, you little shit. You wanna act like you're such a fag? Well then you’re getting fucked like one of us too."

…

…

…

“Jesus fucking Christ, babycakes, if you don’t want him up your ass I’ll GLADLY take the heat for you.”

[zerowritesthings]

...things he said at 1am

masterlist | 'things he said' masterlist

The night feels cold, even when you hide yourself underneath your blanket. It's supposed to be summer soon, why does it feel like you've just entered winter?

Shivering underneath your blanket you tried your best to get comfortable and sleep the cold off. You heard a knock on your dorm door as you glanced at it before turning your gaze towards the clock, which read 1am.

Who would knock on your door at 1am? On a school night?

You sighed as you stood up, shuffling your way to the door with your blanket still hugged tightly around yourself as you opened it.

“Katsuki?”, you couldn't believe what you saw. Katsuki Bakugou was standing in front of you with 2 mugs in his hand and a hoodie thrown over his shoulder.

“thought you were probably cold, since you always are.. like a fucking frostbite.. or whatever..”, he sounded unusually soft and tired as he walked past you into your dorm. “Close the door, or do you want 4-eyes to wake up, catch and then scold us?”

You immediately closed the door and looked at him with uncertainty. The last time you two saw each other (at lunch that very same day) you were arguing. No one knew how it started but it was an ugly fight. Accusations and insults and just overall hurtful comments were thrown in from both sides.

Bakugou sat down on your bed, holding one of the steaming cups up for you to take before putting his own down on the bedside table. No words were spoken as he held out the hoodie to you. A few minutes passed in complete silence with you standing in the middle room with an empty cup and a warm hoodie underneath your blanket as he started talking.

“‘m sorry…” his voice was hushed and you could hear a slight shake to it. His expression is filled with vulnerability, honesty and fear. “I don't know why I said all of that.. didn't even mean it…”

“You.. you're sorry? For what? Insulting me? Accusing me of kissing my best friend even though we were just training? Oh, or maybe for accusing me of only dating you for future fame once you become number one?”

He whined as you counted up what he said. “Yes, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean any of that.. I don't know why I said it..”

Even underneath the thick hoodie and blanked, you started to shiver. “That's not an excuse."

“I know it wasn't! I just.. when i saw you with that stupid icy-hot something just.. snapped.. y/n, i'd give up everything for you.. i.. when i see you my day just becomes like.. a million times better. You make me a better person but you also make me so angry! Why are you looking at him when you should be looking at.. me… you make me angry because youre just you. You can have anyone in the world but youre with me. You're like.. the best person I've ever met and I'm so.. stupidly jealous of you.. i.. I admire you.. and i.. love you.."

That was the first time those 3 words had ever come out of his mouth. He looked conflicted during his small monologue, hoping that you'd interrupt his stupid rambling. Although at the same time he was thankful that you didn't.

It was silent for a few seconds, minutes even. Your brain was trying to process his confession as you bit your lip.

“you.. i..”, you sit down next to him before you grab his hand to intertwine your fingers. “I admire you as well Katsuki. And I'm asking myself daily why you're with me… but you don't see me lashing out because you're looking at someone else, do you?”

Bakugou stays silent as he squeezes your hand. He shook his head and looked down.

“because I trust you. And I love you too.. but…”

his expression turned fearful, a ‘but’ never sounds good in a situation like this. The atmosphere turned even colder around him as he waited for you to continue with your answer.

“... but you can't keep lashing out just because I'm talking to Shoto. I want to be with you but you have to trust me.. please..”

“I trust you. But I don't trust him.”

You just sighed and laid down, pulling him with you. His arms immediately wrapped around you. He placed a kiss on top of your head, making the cold surrounding you immediately vanish.

“I love you, ‘m sorry..”

-> he said “i love you” at 1 am.

[austinsastrology8991]

> Mercury Aspects <

and why you sound like a Dumb Fuck

Mercury Aspecting Sun - Your voice is authoritative and you love to flex on people with your loud appeal. However, your voice being the centre of attention (usually) can create an atmosphere where you're very controlling of the conversation. This is not so bad because others do like to listen to you, but the problem is others may not always feel heard. You are gifted at speaking, and gaining recognition from that, but a good conversation isn't formed from a fkn monologue, or outwitting the other, its about conversing - not speaking AT someone. But you speak clearly and its easy for others to call you smart Mercury Aspecting Moon - Nervous speakers who's tone is so dependent on how they are feeling, you literally have to give them a pat on the back to get a coherent answer out of them. These people are very thoughtful, but since they have been thinking about what they want to say for so long, they find themselves stuttering, and word vomiting; because they want to be careful with what they say hence the overthinking tendencies. They speak softly and it can make others relax around them. But people like to ask them to speak up a lot, so not so relaxing for them I guess Mercury Aspecting Venus - Pretty voices, and they always say the right thing. People love to talk to them cause they have a very receptive ear, but also a willingness to share their own ideas, and this duality makes it so others cannot help but be completely enamoured by their talking. They can sell water to a well, a fire to a lighter, a Samsung to a Apple store; they really can convince you anything just because you got lost in their language.

Mercury Aspecting Mars - Harsher voices that love to get aggressive on da mic. They love to swear but more than that, they love to talk shit, and well they are good at it because they don't really put so much thought into what they are saying, they just say it. And others have to remind these natives that they said some fucked up shit, and that they should calm down lol. But they perform very well in arguments, and its because they thrive in da art of da comeback Mercury Aspecting Jupiter - Naturally bold in what they say, and always have something interesting to talk about, and they are interesting, but they are always in the mood to teach you something and its kinda exhausting. Jim carry has this conjunct and well he is interesting... But he is also always trying to teach you something, but unfortunately for him we don't really care we just want him to make us laugh. And I guess thats why this combo can be a little unfortunate, because most people feel educated enough and don't want to be further educated. They so badly want to teach others, but unfortunately for them its a hard thing to teach in tongues > people learn from experience more, and they'd rather be the master of their own destiny (not owe it to yoi) > ik ur trying to help but you have to understand we are a stubborn species Mercury Aspecting Saturn - They speak with so much nonchalance, and its a great way to make others listen to them; because they acting like the answer is simple. But it's actually because they >think< they figured out all the possible answers; since they have studied/researched a lot just so they feel some semblance of control on the topic. And if they don't speak on a subject, its because they don't know the answer, and this decisiveness in when and when not to speak makes others respect their opinion more often than not.

Mercury Aspecting Uranus - You guys jump from subject to subject with such little foresight of what the fuck was happening in the conversation, I frankly get a headache talking to you. You are def interesting to talk to, but your lack of direction in communication, can get on my nerves and I hate your lack of care about it. You talk about anything under the sun, and this makes you someone almost perfect to speak to. Until the other person realizes the conversation as a whole was utterly meaningless. But these guys lowkey geniuses and their voices are 'unique' Mercury Aspecting Neptune - These people are um. hard to say. they really go all over the place. I've seen these natives go from speaking like a retard > to a professor > to barking like a dog > then speaking like the president; and its just a normal conversation for them. I think its because they pick up on the energy of what the conversation needs most and they shapeshift into whatever that need is; so you really don't know what your gonna get. You really can never can tell what they are going to say next, and they are a master at confusing yo brain. Also high-key the best person to talk about life with; very sensitive and genuine when need to be. Mercury Aspecting Pluto - These guys love to get deep n emotionally invest in any conversation they can. They have extremely piercing minds, and cannot be bothered talking about a 'nothing', so they always probe your brain, and swerve the conversation into something deeply uncomfortable for the both of you. Hey its more interesting than a boring conversation, and well if they never brought it up, lets be honest; you never would have thought about it in the unique perspective that they gave you. Also they are so blunt and forceful, you literally have to stop everything because of the audacity of what the fuck came out they mouth. They speak intensely and put all focus onto you/subject at hand, its low key uncomfortable; but always interesting

[writingfreezer]

”would you still love me if i was a worm?” ratiorine/aventio

the air outside was filled with fog as the pair walked home from their respective jobs. to be fair, they did work for the same organization, just under different titles.

the younger of the two strutted along, hands in his front pockets as he looked around nonchalantly. every so often he’d fix the posture of his expensive watch or throw his overhanging bangs to the side. it looked almost intentional, how long his hair was.

the other man, who appeared to have a generally larger build than the other, walked beside him. his eyes were half-lidded as he looked forward, not in a tired way, but a pretty tense way. he wore clothing much different to the younger, loose-fitting blue pants and a very tight black top with some sort of blanket thrown around his shoulder, making him look like a greek philosopher. the younger wore a white suit with some green and black details, so you could tell their different taste in fashion.

the younger was whistling to a familiar tune as they walked, looking at the apartment complexes passing them by. suddenly, he turned to look at the taller one. he roamed his expression, searching for something that only he knew how to find. it went on for so long (not long at all) that the taller sighed and turned to look down at the man beside him with an irritated look.

”you’re staring,” he noted. his golden eyes shone in the afternoon sun, and it was hard to say that he didn’t suit the yellow glow of the evening as lighting.

”you are now as well, you know,” the younger remarked. he smirked with a boyish grin as he waited for the other to respond, which he did with only one look. the same look he’d been sporting since the shorter decided to strike up a conversation.

”alright, my bad.” the younger laughed and held his hands up in mock-surrender. now that he was tilting his head down, you could see the slight brown outgrowth in the roots of his hair. ”look, i was wondering something. it’s-”

as he looked up to continue explaining, he was met with the look from the older that he’d learnt meant ”please shut the fuck up.”

immediately, he did shut the fuck up and cleared his throat awkwardly to look forward.

the older furrowed his brows slightly, but only slightly, and blinked a few times. did he do something wrong? why did the younger stop talking?

he tried clearing his throat as well to show him that he was still present, but what he didn’t understand was that it added immensely to the already very tense and awkward situation. the younger, being fed up with this useless atmosphere, spoke up out of nowhere;

”would you still love me if i was a worm?” he asked, tone clear. he didn’t look up from the road, and he had somewhat buried his hands deeper in his pockets.

the older, taken slightly aback, tilted his head slightly as he walked.

”that depends,” he began, and he could immediately feel the younger’s mood dampening a little. he ignored the uncomfortable sting in his heart and continued. ”in this hypothetical scenario, am i still a human, or have i also been turned into a worm? or were we worms from birth? asexual freshwater planarians do not have a libido because they…”

the younger, who had regretted asking the question as soon as the words left his mouth, held back from sighing and instead zoned out somewhere far, far away as they walked back home. it was stupid, really, to ask the dr. veritas ratio, harborer of many phd’s including one in philosophy, a simple question about fucking worms. of course he had to turn it into a monologue that not even prometheus could top.

”…venturine. look at me.”

aventurine blinked away the fogginess of his sight and looked up to the man next to him. a small wave of shame crept up on him as he realized he’d probably missed the answer he had asked for. he nodded slowly with round eyes to show that he was listening.

”we must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. we must learn to sail in high winds.” the doctor said, and the gambler knew very well that those were not his words, but someone far, far back who probably wore clothing similar to the man next to him. what does that mean again?

”it means that you should stop expecting me to not take your questions literally. i’m just exploring every answer that is available to me.” ah.

”well,” aventurine began, looking down again. ”if you could choose one answer, which would it be?”

”i cannot do that.”

”doctor, please-”

the doctor sighed and rubbed his nose the way he always did to show his irritation, as if everything else wasn’t enough. ”am i also a worm?”

aventurine thought long and hard about it. realistically, for most people, they’d say no, only the person asking is a worm. but, if he knew his partner well, he’d say the wrong answer if those were the circumstances, so he didn’t say that.

”yes, and we have been worms from the start,” he said, not really caring to sound very cheerful. ”and we are not asexual. we’re still gay.”

”actually, i’m bisex-”

”you get it.”

”…yes,” was all the doctor said. he continued walking and staring straight ahead as he did before.

the gambler blinked. ”what? yes to what?”

”… to the question. if you were a worm,” ratio sounded kind of awkward now, which was unusual for him. it was kind of nice to hear, actually.

”oh. so… yes, you’d love me if i was- if we were worms.” he slowly looked up to the taller man, holding his breath waiting for the answer, even though he probably knew what it was already.

”yes, that’s what i answered to,” ratio said bluntly.

”oh. that’s… nice to hear. thank you for your input.”

the shorter smiled and resumed to look around them as they walked, whistling on that same tune as before.

[cntarella]

Okay, so more cogent thoughts on Nosferatu (2024):

It was a very middling movie in everything except the costuming, set design, and art direction — which were top notch. I also give it props for the great lighting, i.e. being one of the few movies set mostly in the night where you can actually see what's going on. Eggers and Blaschke really used light and shadow extremely well in a few scenes, thinking here in particular of that one shot of Ellen (i.e. Lily Rose Depp) on the bed with the side profile of her shadow on the pillow and that ending shot of Von Franz (i.e. Willem Dafoe) illuminated in the mirror that were genuinely such beautiful, artistic frames. Visually, great movie. But visuals can't make up for a script and a cast that were stilted as all hell.

First of all, the screenplay itself was trying way too hard. No one spoke in a particularly convincing way — everything was long monologues, diatribes really, that were meant to be ominous and add to the gothic atmosphere. But it was pure narration, nothing left to the actual interpretation of the other storytelling elements to convey horror. Instead of letting the atmosphere carry the mood, it relied so much on telling us "btw this is the horrifying thing happening, this is why it is horrifying" and genuinely felt like they didn't think people would understand...what was essentially a very basic story. Where tf is the dude that wrote The Lighthouse??? This cannot be the same man.

Second, the acting. Or the lack of acting!!! At least on the part of Lily Rose Depp. This woman cannot act, I'm sorry. The people who praise her for this role, I'm asking: did we see the same movie? This woman cannot modulate her voice beyond two slightly differentiated tones, and same goes for her facial expressions. Dead delivery for a floundering script, and considering she was most of the movie, made for an incredibly boring 2 hours. I will say, she did some great body acting but that's probably the only thing she did with any sort of panache. The rest felt too committed to showing her off in the sexiest waif girl light that it could, rather than actually making use of her as an actress.

She and her castmates had no chemistry either, especially between her and Nicholas Hoult and Bill Skarsgard. I'm supposed to believe this woman's husband would traverse the snowy mountains of Transylvania with nothing but a coat and a horse to get back to her after THE most sexless kisses??? I'm supposed to believe that Nosferatu was enticed by her "passion" and her dead-eyed impression of romance???

Speaking of sex scenes, there were a few in the movie that were just so bad. Lily Rose Depp making the same pornhub "uh uh uh" moans during ALL of these scenes, with little change in delivery or intonation. And I do mean "uh uh uh," it was embarrassingly bad and not just because the sex itself was badly simulated by her partners.

And then there's Nosferatu himself. What a disappointment. I wanted something grotesque, I wanted something fun. We kept getting teased about Bill Skarsgard's "horrific transformation" but like. It was a bald cap and a coat. It was a prosthetic nose. The most grotesque thing about him was being...emaciated? Slightly deformed? Kinda middle aged looking? I don't know that we saw enough of him to really be able to judge his acting on this particular film, but imo he did a better job as Pennywise than in this role. It was just the most mid monster one could potentially want to fuck, unbelievably mid.

The "gore" people kept warning about was very very light, very standard for a horror movie and not even the most grotesque in recent memory (First Omen still had this beat by a long long long shot in terms of actual grotesquerie). Some frontal nudity that was nothing to write home about. But at least there were 2,000 rats. At least we had that.

2.5/5 stars

[missamyrisa2]

The Selection

Alex grunted in satisfaction. Another workout nearly in the books, and he was on a hot streak for slipping past selection. The new gym brought with it a wealth of always-clean machines, a quiet atmosphere free of the usual jabbering from muscletown devotees, and somehow the best smelling facility he'd ever been in. The Selection, was another matter. And one he intended to continue avoiding.

Letting the elliptical gradually slow, Alex carefully scanned his path of retreat. He'd seen too many people get nabbed coming out the locker room or nailed while filling their water bottle. Efficiency was the key: get in, do your work and get the fuck out. His inner voice echoed. Hey I wonder if the other guys lost out because they had no inner monologue. You know, that's really a thing. Like isn't it just so bizarre someone not hearing something like this? I can't imagine it. I can't not talk to myself all the time like this. Oh god, am I always talking to myself? Maybe that's weirder. Fuck! Gotta concentrate. Oh man, that girl by the entrance was talking about her fruit salads again and if she mentions the kumquats I'm gonna lose it. That is the funniest word seriously. I need to write that book about funny sounding words that'll totally be~

Grasping his ponytail, Alex silenced his inner self and started padding towards the cubbies on the far wall. Bypassing the locker room and simply keeping a tiny bag for his belongings while changing in the car had been his saving grace. Finally a perfect gym, and he wasn't going to let this little weird thing they do get in the way of that. Not with beach season rapidly approaching.

Everyone had to agree to this process in order to enjoy this unbelievable facility. It seemed like the simplest waver, mostly because no one really read the details of the terms. The Selection was supposedly random but he'd heard rumors the owners preselect the candidates, and he couldn't help but notice the guy working the entrance desk had been casting some careful gazes all morning. I'm already on my way out. There's no way now. I'll turn and run.

And yet, his heel could have made an audible skidding sound as Alex stopped dead in his tracks. The unmistakable tri-horn blaring of the process cut through the idle atmosphere of the gym. Gasps rose as the patrons turned. Alex could feel his cheeks lighting up, the shiver up his spine. Just run. His legs wouldn't respond. He felt the eyes on his form. Alex knew it was over. He grasped his little bag. The door was too far way, it seemed miles out of reach now. Even if he made it there, disregarding The Selection was an immediate lifetime ban and there was no way he could act like he didn't hear it now.

"Excuse me, um. Let's see. Alex! Alex?" The voice piped up from behind. Perky, yet with a bite of authority.

Alex sheepishly froze. The remnants of his workout still throbbed in his muscles, his throat suddenly so parched. "Uh?" He murmured. Who's Alex? Not this guy. Must be the guy who just left. Alex who?

"Come on, beast." The shoulder tap and a chuckle. Alex turned wearily. His cheesy silly smile scraped from the ID system was plastered across the TVs. They didn't do that when he'd seen other selections. No deniability; someone wanted him bad for this.

Led past the other gym patrons, some who kept their heads down so as to not be cast in with his lot, others looked with a knowing smirk having done their time. And of course, the one jerk who was all too pleased making like he had an invisible fishing line. "We got a live one! We're reelin' him in! Get your Alex!!"

"Ah ha. Ah ha." Alex attempted a fake laugh as he was led towards the back room. Good one, idiot. We'll come up with something really witty in the shower later.

The back room was surprisingly nondescript, looking like a multi-purpose studio with a few tall mirrors and some hooks on the wall. Alex had expected more of an ornate torture room, or at least something intimidating. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The Guy was maybe the same age as Alex, sporting a high and tight cut as opposed to Alex's grungier dirty blonde hairstyle. A little shorter than Alex, and commanding much more authority, he flipped over the sheet on his clipboard and gestured to the floor.

"Alright, you know the drill."

Alex absolutely did not know the drill. He didn't know there was a drill. He didn't want to let this guy down. This guy whom Alex had just met, but desperately felt the need to impress.

"Yeah, sure. Cool. No biggie." Probably just an inspection to make sure you're worthy. Those rumors were just to scare you. Like that time the guy in class said he sprayed you with liquid acid and convinced you you'd be tripping balls and then you thought you were and ended up breakdancing on the floor and shut up shut up shut up shut up

Alex shouted down his internal chattering and sat on the mat, knees up resting his arms on it.

"Uh. Heh." The Guy grinned and recognized what was on his hands. He knelt down and nudged Alex back, making him lay flat on the padded mat. "There we go, big guy."

What happened next happened so fast Alex's inner voice went silent. And his body shook with panic as he realized what it was like to have no inner monologue for a time. The Guy flashed a wicked smile and tapped his toes on a segment of the floor. With a whipping woosh, thick black restraints slipped out from the floor and captured Alex's wrists, ankles, and midsection. Still trying to make it look like he knew the Drill, Alex tried very calmly and quietly to test the cuffs around his body. His muscles flexed slightly as he realized this was real. He was completely immobilized and there was no way he could break out. This didn't feel like just a prank to scare or initiate him, this was bad.

"Alright, let's start the clock." The Guy remarked, businesslike but with an air of ... flirtatiousness? The oversized digital clock on the wall blinked to life as if on The Guy's words alone. The numbers shuffled and settled on 59:59. His clipboard set aside on the only table in the room, he knelt down and unceremoniously grasped Alex's black workout shorts.

"Hey wait what the!" Alex resisted, or tried as much as he could to stop this ingress which is to say he wriggled uselessly on the mat as his shorts were brought down. The soft mesh dragged past his lower abdomen, exposed his princely areas and finally left his thighs open before coming to rest at the knees.

"I thought you knew the drill, Alex~" The Guy's voice suddenly bent in a teasing taunting almost squeaking direction that made Alex full on panic, grasping the air and pulling his arms and legs uselessly. "I thought you knew~" He repeated with a lift on that last word, taking out a bottle of massage oil and working it slowly tauntingly into his hands.

"Get away from me you weirdo I'll knock your teeth out!" Alex demanded, his belly flexing and hips trying to buck and twist. He balled his hands into fists and snarled out. Sweat started to bead on his temples as he watched helplessly those oiled up hands floating right for his manhood. "What the fuck! Stop it don't touch me you're dead if you touch! I'll cream you and won't miss a beat!!"

Undeterred, the suddenly very squeaky teasy Guy grasped Alex's royal rod and began slowly working a gentle craft. "Only the best boys will do, and after all you're one of our best." He mused matter of factly, his experienced hands working a pressure and movement Alex found his body desperately wanting to love.

"Nhhh. Noo stopppittttt I'll grrr hhmmnghhhh!!" His mind flooded with imagery and resistance. Alex didn't want to give The Guy the satisfaction of making it that easy to take control of Alex's body. Snarling and seething, Alex surprised himself when it worked. His royal part stayed unresponsive save for a twitch or two no matter how The Guy pumped and stroked and rolled with his palms. Alex smirked seeing the frustration building in the face of his captor. "Messed with the wrong guy huh. I guess your Selection is pretty worthless. Maybe give me a month free and I won't tell everyone how bad you suck!" Alex tried his luck, taunting his captor and further keeping his body unresponsive.

The clock ticked slowly, but steadily. 55:00, 51:12, 48:30. Time marched on and Alex kept a slow hiss and growl as his anchor, his mental power working overtime to run out the clock and never give The Guy what he wanted. "Oh too bad. So sad. Running out of time huh? Do you spend every morning being a big failure?" The Guy looked unbothered but his body language was betraying an annoyance at not making any progress.

Finally, he slowed, and held Alex's limp member lightly. "Alright, big guy. Let's see how tough you really are." The Guy smirked, and nodded to seemingly no one but Alex's body shook with surprise when one of the ceiling length mirrors creaked open and a person emerged from the observation room. A woman a few years younger than Alex appeared through the beam of light, smiling brightly.

"Oh!" He stammered, never expecting this turn of events. And gathering some confidence having shaken off The Guy's efforts, he blustered. "Sending in the big guns huh? Pathetic. Calling some silly girl? What's she gonna do? Do my makeup? Ha!"

Her wall of honey brown hair bobbed and waved as she moved without a word but shared a look with The Guy - a very clear expression of curious amusement. Dressed in blue jeans and a dark floral top along with a gym name badge bearing nothing but a single letter "K", the mystery girl immediately set about to do her business.

With a wink to The Guy she scooted onto the mat and put Alex's head in her lap before holding up her hands to flash a set of perfectly manicured red nails shining in the overhead lights. "Oh give me a fuckin break. Seriously? This is your secret weapon? A girly girl and her nails? Ha!" Yet, Alex felt his stomach drop and his face ignite with blush as she smirked and began wriggling her nails down towards him. The flourish of red waving down quickly began cutting through his resistances.

"eeeehhhh stupid girl" he muttered nonetheless growing weary as she drew her taunting fingers closer to his underarms. He started pulling on the bonds trying to close up shop before those dancing looters arrived, and slipped a squeal when she pulled back before starting anew, nails wriggling high above and slowly descending once more. "Fff-mmmhh!!! ggrrr knock ittt offf!! you doorknob!" He protested as she continued undeterred, this time moving slowly down to fake out his biceps. Alex screamed a giggle this time and his tush bounced in protest as she reset and began again, her nails wiggling to start all over.

This time she leaned over to taunt his twitching tight belly. Alex growled and slipped a whimper as he felt her proximity more than ever and was being broken down by how her hair bobbed over him, how her bright twinkly eyes assessed his every reaction. And as he helplessly watched his belly being taunted with anticipation, he suddenly became aware once more of The Guy, who had been patiently watching and waiting.

"Unnngghhhhh!!" Alex groaned as he couldn't stop his princely part from swelling in the Guy's grip this time, who began ever so slowly working that craft once more. His fingers encircled and began gently stroking and further coaxing out the arousal. What he previously could ward off now was taking over Alex's royal rod and making him rapidly wanting more despite a stream of protests and growls. "Fghhhhhh you suck you can't even do the selection right you're messing with the wrong guy!!"

"Looks like he's being defiant." She mused, her fingers faking out his belly over and over with little wispy graspy and skitters right over the surface of his bouncing tummy. The Guy nodded and mmhmmmed as he continued working up Alex's swollen part, oiled fingers jerking lightly under the tip. "Are we being defiant, Aleeexx?" Her singsong sweet voice made him quiver and shake desperately, his face a mess of pink and strained expressions as he failed to stifle all he groaning growling moans wavering out. His desperate wanting sounds rose more and more as his throbbing prince part neared its climax as her wiggly wriggly nails and nearness continued to overload his senses.

"MmmmgHH! GHRrrr youuuu!! You'll payyyy for thisss unghhh mmhh!! Just justtt okay okayyy! StaAHAPP!! stapppittttt!!! Noo moreeee!"

"Well, you heard him. You can stop till he asks again." K grinned and nodded to the Guy who released Alex's wanting member and left him on the edge, his royal rod wavering and wanting. Alex screamed out in teased frustration, the tingles spreading over his writhing body as they looked down over him with a loving contempt.

The clock read 38:59 as The Guy stepped away into a different mirror door. K simply looked down at Alex as he suffered the edge, her fingers tracing his cheeks and gasping lips, the graze of her nails making him mewl out for her. She cooed and fawned over his writhing, brushing aside his messed up hair to playfully tease his ears with little strokes to make him squeal out for mercy.

Moments later, The Guy excitedly hopped back into the room. "Oh we're not even halfway through and he filled two tanks." K nodded passingly, as if this was not the big news he made it out to be. "And how's our little beastie doing?" He knelt down to Alex's midsection and lightly stroked Alex's falling arousal, making Alex stiffen and whine.

"Unnghhh!!! Quitt it!" The Guy snickered and wiggled his finger along the underside of the rod. "Quit iiiiit!!" Alex shouted again.

"Oh I think I found the quit it button!" He teased, lightly stroking and taunting Alex's member over to get the same protesting reaction.

Looking back to the clock, The Guy grabbed up Alex's princely part once more and began coating it with a fresh round of massage oil.

"Nhhhh~~" Alex groaned feeling it, his head shaking as he growled and grunted with renewed energy and deepness in his voice. "Ffffckk noooo! Nooo!! I'm nottt I'm nottt getting hard for you againnnn!!!"

And right on cue, her nails came wiggling down once more starting at his palms, faking out but grazing his skin more closely this time. First right at the hands then down his wrists and inner elbow. Despite his impressive display of flexing muscles and screaming snarls, she melted his defenses like butter.

"MFFHHHH! eEEHHH! Stopiitttt!! Those fffuckinngg nailllsss!! I hate thatt that's the worsttttt!!!" She cooed and clicked her tongue moving down to wriggle endlessly over his underarms, delighting at how he pulled so uselessly in the bonds. Down below, The Guy smiled knowingly as he felt that prince part inflating in his palm. Coating it with oil, he began at the base this time, gently squeezing and making Alex percolate with a big wanting giggly moan.

"Oooh I thought you weren't gonna get hard, tough guy~" She grinned and pinched at his armpits. "Uh oh!" Her fingers trailed lightly around, seeking out the hot spots to hotwire him further along with her toying words. "Ooh no! What happened? What happened huhhh?"

"Nnnnmhhhghh you can't make me hhaaarrrdddd you can't do this to mee! Staaapppittt stooopitttt!!" He arched, trying to growl at them but only ended up releasing a big squeaking whine as his princely rod betrayed his will and grew quickly in The Guy's hands, her nails and coos and being over him making it impossible to resist the edging.

"oooh yeah. Mmhmm. Nope, not at alllll ~ nope nope nope!" She taunted as The Guy slowly started working the ring of pressure up and down to edge Alex further and take advantage of the hotwiring. Her nails skittered down, thumb and index finger making the tiny pinches at his upper ribs. "Coochie coooo tough guy~"

Her taunts only frustrated flustered and infuriated Alex further. His head bounced in her lap, his midsection trying to twist away from The Guy's slick grip. "GHaAA! Damnn youuuu!! Noooo nooo stoppp thoseeeee damn naillssss getttt offa MAEHEE!" Giggles mixed into his desperate gasping moans as she lightly did the pinching motions all over his upper chest and collar and biceps, seeking out the squeaky spots and lingering there to make him go wild.

"Aww did you get hard? Did youuu?" She teased and taunted, her lips pursing and making kissy faces as he frantically angrily rolled his head around in her lap. He blushed furiously at how her red nails elicited so many ticklish reactions now, freely making him giggle and laugh out as she rubbed her thumbs down his shaking sides. Her lean only further ruined his resistances, her curves right over his pinkened body as The Guy merrily worked away stroking up the underside of his prince part's tip to milk out maximum arousal.

"Ghhhh justttt mmmhhh fffuckk shitttt damn helll!!! pleeeaseee make me cum make me cum!!" He begged out, fully admitting to what their treatments did to him.

The pair tsked and admonished, snicker at his request.

"I thought you knew the drill, Alex. I thought you were a tough guy, Alex. What's going on here, did you lie to me, Alex?" His husky tease voice with that bite of authority made Alex increasingly flustered frustrated, his body wriggling in reaction to this verbal discipline as K chimed in with the twinkly feminine taunts.

"Aww such a naughty boy. All oiled up and nowhere to go and pinkened and wanting and oooh so demanding!" She grinned and smiled at Alex while giving a slight nod to the Guy who released once more. "So so naughty tsk tsk tsk. No wonder he's not letting you cum~"

"nnnnhhhhnuahgttyyy I'm not naughttyyyyy unnnhhh I'm a goood boooyyyyyyy plehehesaee please make me cum!! unnnghhh I asked niiiiceellyyyyyy ghhhaaaunnHHH!" Alex carried on, now unable to resist gyrating and bucking gently, wantingly as he was totally overcome once more with neediness. Pleading and begging as he started to tumble down the edge again with moans and whimpers rising unnmmhHHH ooh oohhhhh ohhhh!! unnhg okkayy nnnhhh!!"

As The Guy scampered off to check the progress in the mysterious side room again, K once again traced his body with her nails as he writhed on the mat, held down and made to feel his body tingle off the tickly taunted bullied edge. Her eyes locked with his, blushing a bit herself as she took in his desperately wanting expressions.

"Mhmmm mhmmmm ~ I don't know I don't see a good boy just a naughty wanty mess. I thinkkkkkkkk more attention is needed after all…..you still can form words, cutie"

The clock ticked down to 18:13.

As he heard the mirror door opening Alex bargained. "Ummhh jeeeperwooggleeee ooosthiunnuuu!! mmmmaaamolgersss! Seeee those aren't words! I'm nnnmmh plenttyyy teaseeddd you can make me cum honestttttt ghhhaaaa okmhhyghhh I'm mmmmmhh you gottaaaa let me gogoohoooo I unngghghghghhh!!!"

The Guy flashed his fingers indicating eight tanks, his mouth agape in smiling satisfaction. K nodded enthusiastically and stretched out her arms, flexing her fingers and wiggling freely. The Guy started oiling up once more as they waited for him to finish whimpering down the edge and regain enough strength to drain it right back out again.

Alex growled as he tried to refuse the next round of teases, shaking his head furiously while begging at the same time. "Nnnhhh nnnnnmmmhhh!! GRRR! Pleehehasee don't leave me offf againnnn unnhhghhhh I'll never get hard for you againnn!! You get notthing goood day sir ... andand ma'am!" Unshaken, the nails began wriggling over his pinkened tummy and the flexing slippery skilled hands returned to his deflating penis, patiently waiting for the rebound and crumbling of his resistance. "No tiickles please not the nailssssss not the wiggles I can't take aaaaaatttttttt! the anticipashhhhhhiioooonn!"

"Ohhhh sweetheart how about we just leave you edged and go back to that cute tummy hmmmm?" she offered wriggling her nails. That motion, the threat and her words and nearness alone crumbled his defiance once again. Alex screamed out at her words, knowing he was about to be edged off as my tummy bounced wildly.

"Didn't you hear? He's not getting hard for us again." The Guy chuckled, his hands rolling Alex's repeatedly teased prince back and forth, idly playing with it until the inevitable reaction happened again.

"Oh yeah that's right. No hardness sweetheart? Not at alllll?" She leaned over his face her words trilling softly as she began skittering her nails casually over his belly and poking earnestly into his twitchy navel. And as she chased his laughing reactions in the bellybutton, her other hand wriggled through the air up to his ear and began taunting right beside it, letting him feel the breeze and hear the occasional click and tap of her nails hitting one another. So overwhelming were her tickles that his own hands began mimicking her motions, wiggling in the air.

He was screaming giggles, furiously bouncing, and rock hard in The Guy's hands within moments. He stroked a finger across Alex's foreskin, teasing that hyper sensitive circle which would chance a climax in a lesser skilled hand but instead kept their captive right at the very tip of the edge, indeed unable to form words as he yelped and mewled and squeaked for the heavens. K was keen to tickle mercilessly at this point, digging into his underarms and skittering up his ribs and grasping his belly to catch every increasingly silent giggle.

9:09, the clock ticked closer to the end. "We're all full up. It's all cake from here forward" The Guy skipped out from the back room, dramatically twirling and darting down to watch Alex's prince part quiver and tremble, his belly rapidly rising and falling and flexing and releasing.

"Aww poooor babeh~" K murmured, flexing her fingers and tracing his eyebrows to get tiny squeaks going. Though deep into the fuzzies, they worked in tandem with their cooing taunts and knowing touches to kickstart Alex back into an energetic fight. The Guy grasped his royal jewels slowly, his other hand's index finger ever so gently wiggling under the deathspot under the tip to wake Alex's rod up.

Alex dreamily shook his head like a kid being woken up too early. "Nnghhh!! nooo moreee neverrrr nottt nothingggg! hate youuu!!"

They chuckled. "Hims soo sassy. Hims don't wanna get hard for us again. But hims gonna." The Guy's tone cut through Alex's haze and raised his fury once more. K was right there to take advantage.

She moved so she could put her lips right to his ear, moving his hair aside and ruffling it playfully. "Unnnh. Nice soft touches. Nice gentle tiiiiickles right on your rod. Mmhmm. You want it. You know you want it. You love this. Yes you do. Yesss you do." Her nails began wriggling warming up once more across his chest. Alex shook his head rapidly, his body quivered as he summoned all he could to fight them off. He already lose summarily but wanted to at least deny their victory lap.

And yet once again, he was sold out. Alex's prince part responded to her whispers and sensual little moaning sounds. "Mmmh. So nice and tickly huh? Tickatickatickatickatickatickaticka" she started repeating as her nails grazed over his belly with the occasional fakeouts. "Tickatickatickatickatickaticka cooochiecooochiecoochiecoochiecooochiecoooochie" And that was it, his prince part was hotwired into hardness again, swelling up with The Guy following all along the way teasing that hot spot under the tip and tracing the base before seizing it with a squeeze to make Alex howl out a massive moan.

"Not such a tough guy now, are ya"

Alex rolled over, he was able to roll over. His body was a field of pink and strain. Through it all, his princely part still tingled and gently throbbed wantingly. He could feel the sparkle of her lips on his cheek. She had been planting a kiss right before things went dark. The clock on the wall was at 00:00. The light of day through the back door's entrance was long gone.

Oh hey. I'm back. What the everloving fuck was that? Alex sighed and looked around. He wanted to run out, leave and never come back. But also... the sensation was ricocheting over his body. They left him in a wanting state, one that he couldn't shake or deny. His hands drifted over the spots which tingled wildly. Recollection flashed in his eyes and his prince part started reacting. I can take care of this. It's bad but I have to. I need it.

Alex's hands drifted down and grasped his royal part, releasing a whimper as he finally had some relief. Nothing but pleasure, and soon nothing but release. At least, until Alex shrieked out in a scream, feeling his arms snatched away from his body. The clock clicked and buzzed as the numbers rolled wildly and reset back to an hour.

A prerecorded message from a familiar voice spoke. "Welcome to the after hours Selection tough guy. You were ever so eager to agree to this~"

He struggled madly in the loose bonds trying to get at his wanting royal part again, but was held back and made to tingle on the edge once more. "Fuuuuckkk!! Not agaiiiinn!! Let me let meeeee gooo!"

The machinery beeped and released his wrists. "Go on. Be naughty. You know you wanna." Alex furiously reached down and shamelessly touched himself before the machine beeped and snatched him again. And with a hum, feathered rollers began descending from the ceiling to start trailing his body with tickly teasy touches~

Alex glanced to the side as he whimpered out. 58:49.

[rambleonwaywardson]

Clegan Olympics AU - Beacon

Beacon the therapy dog! USA Gymnastics Goodest Boy! From this ask

Takes place at U.S. Olympic Trials in June.

Find the rest of the Olympics AU here

Author's note: Since the Olympics are like a real thing now, I have a feeling I might start writing some extra little things for this AU outside of the "main timeline" I've developed. Like this. Or that massage gun scene. People wanted Beacon, so Beacon you will get. I’m also giving Beacon a bigger role on the competition floor itself because it’s more fun that way.

I'll have to figure out a better way to put things like this into a masterpost.

Photo from goldendogbeacon on Instagram

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Don’t fuck it up. Don’t fuck it up. Don’t fuck it up. 

Don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t 

Don’t fuck this up John. 

Breathe. Focus. Focus focus focus 

Hold yourself together. Don’t think so much. Stop thinking so much. 

It’s just a normal meet. Nothing weird. Not at all. You’re fine. Your leg will be fine. You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t fine. 

Under-rotate the landings if you have to and you’ll be fine. Wear the brace even though it bruises the shit out of your shin. Small price to pay. 

It doesn’t hurt you’re being stupid you only have three events left you’re halfway done you’re doing fine it’s going to be okay stop thinking so damn much. 

Don’t. 

Fuck.

Up. 

Don’t-

Bucky’s internal monologue is interrupted by something wet pressing against his arm. He glances down to see a moist black nose sniffing at him, nuzzling at his hand. Again. 

Beacon. USA gymnastics certified good boy, their emotional support golden retriever who the entire team has fallen in love with. He’s been making the rounds in between rotations, cheering up athletes and lightening the atmosphere of one of the most stressful days of the season: the fight for a ticket to Paris. The gymnasts play with the golden every chance they can get. It’s only rotation 3 and already Curt has had to be half dragged to the apparatuses because he doesn’t want to stop playing with the dog. 

“This is clearly more important,” he told their coach, who could do nothing but roll his eyes and gently shove Curt on to his next event. 

Everyone can benefit from a therapy dog hanging out at the meet. But the dog in question seems to think Bucky, in particular, needs all the emotional support in the world. 

Bucky huffs out a breath and feels his mouth attempt to lift into a shaky smile that falls immediately. He reaches a hand out to scratch Beacon on the head. He’s sitting on the floor in the center of the stadium at Target Center, his left leg stretched out in front of him, awaiting the start of rotation 4. He can’t decide if he’s actually starting to feel pain in his knee, or if it’s his mind playing tricks on him. He’s been paranoid all day. 

It’s the U.S. gymnastics trials, a meet that Bucky didn’t even think he’d be at six months ago. It’s June, and he didn’t even start tumbling on floor again until April. Didn’t stick his first landing until just two months ago, and even then, most of the time it was onto a mat rather than onto the spring floor itself. The doctors warned him not to come back too soon. They told him he may never compete internationally again. They begged him not to do floor, at the very least, because of the pressure it puts on the lower body.

But he’s never been one to back down from what he believes he needs to do, no matter how sick to his stomach it makes him feel. So he didn’t listen, and now he can’t help but wonder if they were right.

He didn’t decide to compete at Championships, much less Trials, until the eleventh hour when he could no longer stand the idea of missing out on the mere chance of competing in Paris just because he was scared. 

Scared. 

Ridiculous. 

Scared is not something John Egan has ever felt about gymnastics. Fearless, they used to call him. 

He supposes they still do, whoever they are. The commentators. His teammates. The whole country, if he’s feeling egoistic. They don’t see the spiraling abyss that is his mind. All they see is the U.S. gymnastics poster boy who was counted out three months ago due to a catastrophic injury but crawled his way back up from the ashes with a blind determination to get back on top. 

They can call him fearless if they want to. But sitting here, in the middle of the stadium, surrounded by other team USA hopefuls, he doesn’t feel fearless at all. He’s survived floor, pommel horse, and rings. He should be feeling more confident by now. He should be calming down the further into this competition he gets. But he finds the opposite to be true. His heart keeps beating too fast and he can’t make it stop. He’s twitchy. He’s nervous. He’s tense. 

He hates it. 

Maybe that’s why Beacon the therapy dog keeps seeking him out in a gym full of other athletes who must be feeling nervous, too. Something about dogs being able to sense how you’re feeling, right? Maybe John’s anxiety is just that much more obvious. 

Great. He went from being cocky, carefree, confident John Egan, USA gymnastics champion to being… well, an anxious mess of a comeback story who can’t afford to let the world see how badly he wants to disappear at this moment. All they see is the smiles he gives the camera, the high scores he puts up on his events, and the way he walks around this stadium with his head held high like he already knows he’s back on top. 

The dog, on the other hand, sees the way his heart is pounding too loud, the way his fingers twitch in his lap, the way he keeps trying to rub the tension out of his bad leg. 

Bucky finds it funny that a dog can see right through him when no one else can. And yet, it works. As he pets the dog, he feels his heart calm down. The tension eases just the littlest bit out of his shoulders. Beacon nudges his hand again and lays down, crawling half into Bucky’s lap. 

“You’re a good boy,” Bucky says. He takes another deep breath. 

“Is he bothering you?” Beacon’s owner asks, even though they know full well that Bucky must be freaking out a little if Beacon keeps returning to him. The dog always knows who needs him. 

Bucky laughs shakily and shakes his head. “No. No, not at all.” He runs his hand over Beacon’s soft hair, looking into the dog’s innocent brown eyes, which look right back at him. “Actually, would it be okay if he stayed with me for a little bit?”

Beacon’s owner smiles at him and tells him of course that’s okay. And so, leash in hand, Bucky finds himself with his own personal therapy dog for a little while. Every time he starts to feel nervous again, the dog knows. He starts licking Bucky’s hand or cuddling against him or booping him with his nose. And it always makes Bucky smile and take a deep breath. 

“You’re monopolizing the dog,” Curt tells him when he finishes on still rings and returns to Bucky’s side. 

“He’s mine now,” Bucky declares. Beacon nuzzles against his leg as if to prove the point. “He’s my new bestie.”

Curt gasps dramatically as he reaches for his water bottle, pressing a hand over his heart. “I’ve been replaced!”

“He’s a hell of a lot cuter than you,” Bucky teases. The dog smiles when Bucky smiles, like making Bucky smile is a great achievement. Like he’s saying yes! Be happy! Good job!

Curt reaches down to pat the dog on the side. “Well we’re moving to vault, so you’re gonna have to give him up to the rest of us.”

Bucky’s vault goes off without a hitch, other than his brace slamming uncomfortably against his leg with every step as he sprints down the track. It’s not the event that nearly ruined his life, but it puts his bad knee through more grief than any other event except maybe floor exercise. He nearly collapses after he sticks the landing out of pure relief, the adrenaline still coursing through his body and making his heart pound even as his leg feels like jell-o. He shakes himself out, wills the feeling to return to his leg, and slowly, carefully, hops down off the vault podium. 

Before he can even sit down, Beacon is at his side, tail wagging excitedly as he smiles up at Bucky. “Hey best friend,” Bucky chuckles. He eases himself down into a chair as one of his coaches kneels in front of him to help him get the brace off and set to work massaging his knee. The dog stays loyally at his side through the whole ordeal, his head resting on top of Bucky’s thigh. 

“Got yourself a friend,” the coach says. 

Bucky smiles, his breathing starting to return to normal. “Sure do.”

—

After parallel bars, Curt and Croz pat him on the back and remind him that he’s almost done for the day. He’s so close. Just one more rotation. Just high bar to go. 

Just high bar. 

Bucky feels like he’s moving in slow motion, slogging his way through reality with far too much effort as he smiles at his friends and walks back towards the chair he left his bag on. He only has one event left today. Just one. But it’s the one that almost ended his career. 

It’s the event that he’s been afraid of ever since. The one that he spent months retraining himself to do, just trying not to bail out of his release moves because of the fear he couldn’t control. The one that made him scream in frustration and think about throwing in the towel because if he couldn't get past the damn mental block what was the point? As recently as the day before US Championships, he was still freaking out halfway through and letting himself tumble off the bar because his chest would seize up and his leg would throb and the world spinning around him would make him so dizzy he thought he might vomit. 

It was a freak accident. Theoretically, he knows that. It’s not something that’s likely to ever happen to him again. But he is not in the business of luck at this point. Luck is an altar at which he’s never worshiped, and he sure as hell isn’t going to now. He’s forcing himself to accept the fact that shit could go south, and he has no control. All he can do is try his damned best to push himself through and do what he’s trained his entire life to do. 

It’s just another meet. Don’t think about it too much. 

He didn’t start competing again until early May. At that point, he wasn’t even doing every event. Hell, he wasn’t even doing dismounts. On high bar, parallel bars, and still rings, he’d simply do his routine and then ease himself off the apparatus. Everyone in attendance, every athlete and every judge, would cheer so loudly for him anyways just because he was there. Just because he was doing it at all. 

But that won’t fly here. Not if he wants trials to count. Not if he wants that ticket to Paris. 

And he told himself yesterday that the win was being here. It didn’t matter what happened. He got himself here, and that was what mattered. But it’s not enough anymore. Not now that he’s in this stadium, pushing himself through this competition with a dizzying mix of anxiety and pure, ferocious determination coursing through him. He won’t have won until he’s on a podium at the 2024 Olympics with a medal around his neck. 

“You’re so close, Bucky,” Curt is saying as he walks away from parallel bars. “We’re almost done. We can do this.”

But it’s not his friends that break through the muffled underwater way he’s experiencing the world around him. It’s a happy-go-lucky golden retriever. 

Beacon breaks away from a group of other gymnasts when he sees Bucky walking towards him, and the other guys can’t even be disappointed about it when they see the way Bucky collapses onto the ground and wraps his arms around the dog. Beacon licks his cheek and nuzzles at his ear, and Bucky hides his face against the soft fur, willing himself not to lose it. His chest feels tight. His leg is aching. It’s not in his head, it’s real. And he’s trying not to let a dull but taunting pain, which historically he would’ve pushed through no problem, pull him out of Olympic contention. 

But the dog won’t leave his side. He knows what his job is, and he tries his best to take all the fear away in the time they have before Bucky starts the final rotation. 

Stay calm, Bucky tells himself as he pats the dog on the head one more time before heading over to high bar. 

Stop thinking so much, he tells himself as he adjusts his grips over his fingers and around his wrist. 

Don’t fuck it up, he tells himself as he rubs chalk over his hands. 

And then his coach is lifting him to the bar and he doesn’t have time to think anymore. Just do it. You can do it. You have to do it. 

“You got this!” Curt his yelling. “You’re good! You got it!”

So Bucky takes a deep breath and pulls himself up, sends himself into his first giant, then his first release move. His second. His third. 

He doesn’t think. He lets himself fly through the air, lets his body do what it knows it has to do, and when he lands, he can’t keep the grin off of his face as he yells out in triumph. 

It’s only his second time doing a full dismount off high bar in a competition since his accident. His second. And he stuck it. He did it. He fucking did it. 

Now he just has to do it all again tomorrow. 

As he hops off the high bar podium, overwhelmed with relief, Curt and Croz flank him on either side, cheering him on as he closes out day one of trials well in the lead. As he walks away from the last apparatus, though, his eyes find a happy golden retriever, staring right back at him. Beacon pulls against his owner’s leash, and the owner lets go with a laugh, letting the dog charge at Bucky. 

Bucky grins and drops to his good knee just in time for Beacon to barrel into his chest. Bucky scratches the dog all over, laughing as Beacon licks his face and wriggles around in his arms. 

“You gonna be my good luck charm?” Bucky asks. “You gonna help me get to Paris?” The dog licks his nose in reply. “Good. I’m gonna need you to help me through this.”

When asked what it took to get to the 2024 Olympics, Bucky will talk about the excruciating recovery process, the training, the frustrating days spent in the gym, the never ending support of his teammates and coaches. He’ll talk about everything it took to get to Trials alone. But then he will also always give credit to Beacon, USA certified good boy, because he honestly believes he wouldn’t have made it through Trials without him. 

…

…

Beacon will return in a future event finals update

[eisforeidolon]

So generally my transcribing the panels is a combination of video availability + my free time and mood + specific Q&As that I personally find particularly funny/new/interesting or likely to cause wank.

If there's any questions anybody specifically wants from SF this past weekend, I'll do them. On my own initiative, however, the only other question I considered doing was the one from the main panel which hellers seem to be translating into fantasies about cockless and how Jensen is totally ready to make out with Misha in a revival to make D/C canon.

Except the question was one of those very blatant "compliment each other now!" ones. They're kinda transparent and awkward even with J2, because they're professionals performing on stage, part of which is selling the whole 'one big happy family' thing fans want to believe of the cast. So when you ask them to compliment each other ... *gasp* ... they compliment each other! Even if they are besties, the sincerity there is automatically less believable given the nature of the ask. It can be salvaged if the answers seem personal and genuine, but then we have their answers here:

As to a professional compliment? Misha just repeated generic heller/stan chatter about Jensen totes being an A lister some day - when J2 have both talked about not even wanting that level of fame and knowing that kind of prominence is as much dumb luck as talent. He then implied he was giving insider information by repeating what we've heard about the positive atmosphere on set for the billionth time, except attributing it to Jensen without mentioning Jared (when everyone but crazy stans credits both of them for it). As for the personal compliment? Nothing but a sleezy joke about Jensen's supposed proficiency at hot oil massages.

In terms of the professional, Jensen starts off by basically repeating the general shit he always says about reciprocity and spontaneity being needed to really make a scene work beyond what's written on the page with another actor, just rephrasing it to include Misha. Hellers are crowing about him saying "the reason the story of Dean and Cass skewed to where it was" was from them having that kind of on set rapport. Which, as per usual? You'd only think that meant he was talking about D/C as a romance if you've rotted your brain away with bad meta to the point of believing "where [the story] was" was somewhere dictated by colors/ bacon/ pastry/ plaid/ whateverthefuck rather than what actually happened between the characters on screen. You know, where Cass was repeatedly stated to be and framed as an ally/ brother/ family/ friend when he hadn't fucked off somewhere being irrelevant to the brothers' story. Jensen then compliments Misha's performance in "the scene where he tells Dean goodbye" again. I do totally have to agree it was "an unbelievable performance" ... but not in the way he keeps trying to sell. Which if he's not doing that to try to avoid being called a homophobe again? Just increasingly makes me question that he knows what good acting looks like from the outside. (I do think it's interesting he describes his internal monologue as "don't ruin this for him" rather than something about actively participating to try and make the scene actually work for the characters and the story given how his answer started.) As for the personal compliment? After joking that personally Misha disgusts him, he talks about Misha having all kinds of weird outdoorsy/crafty hobbies with his kids, then makes the comment about Misha being one of the few people he'd call with a problem. My first uncharitable thought is, yeah, sure, in those cases where he caused the problem. But realistically, I've always been baffled how Jensen and Jared can possibly be friends with Misha and assumed he must have some kind of redeeming in-person positive attributes that outweigh ... basically his entire public persona. So again, they're friends who worked together on and off for a lot of years. Not even a hint of some super special exclusive BFF/true lurve relationship IRL, no non-hallucinated implications of D/C. In short, no new news.

Since hellers aren't misrepresenting specific words so much as ~*interpreting*~ and exaggerating significance, it's really not worth it to me to have to repeat listen to this blather as many times as a transcript takes without further incentive.

[mellybouboulove]

My guardian angel🤍𓆩♡𓆪☁️

Chapter 4

Plot summary: Drug Dealer Ellie Williams X OFC slowburn fic, out of universe and takes place in college, set in the 2000s. Smut content to come.

previous: Chapter 3 next: Chapitre 5

Tags: #wlw #sapphic #drugdealer!ellie #modern!ellie #tlou #slowburn #smut #fluff #tlouau #au #modernau #drugs

CHAPTER 4

Monday morning: Ellie told me she had a lot of work today so she left early in the morning. After my encounter with Emily, I had set my mind to make things better, at least that’s what I was planning for today. I woke up with a severe stomach ache and migraine; my body begging me to take drugs but I tried to stay focused on my goal; I got ready and went to the hospital. Starting with Jonathan who’s in a coma will be easier than facing Emily who could punch me. 

Stepping into this hospital again made me feel weird but I knew I had to do it. I found my way to Jon’s room, the atmosphere was heavy which is weird considering it as filled with flowers and gifts. The only sounds in the room were the beeps of the machines and his artificially controlled breathing, all of this because of me. I sat next to him and started to talk. I felt stupid at first as I didn’t even know if there was a chance he could hear me but it actually did make me feel better to let it all out. I told him how sorry I was and how much I hoped he would get better; how I would’ve rather been in his place instead. I left flowers and a note on his bedside table hoping he would wake up in the following weeks and would be able to see it, knowing we kept him in our minds. 

I already felt relieved from this talk but I still had to give Emily a visit. My body was still shaking, my head and stomach were still hurting. I hope these symptoms will be gone soon enough. 

Once in Emily’s front door, I felt reluctant remembering everything that she told me this weekend. Leaving now would make me a selfish coward; I have to talk to her. I knocked and after a couple seconds she opened. Her eyebrows furrowed as she saw me, she was about to close the door at my face but I stopped it. 

-Please give me a chance to talk. I know, you were right. You were right about everything, I’ve been acting selfishly; I just wanna talk, please.

She let out a sigh, quietly opening the door for me to come. 

-May I use the bathroom first? I’m not feeling very well.  -You already know where it is. 

After refreshing my face in her bathroom to calm myself, I opened the pharmacy without thinking and noticed she had the same treatment as me. I contemplated it for a second and decided to empty the bottle in my pocket. Just in case. At this point, this is not a big deal, I've already wasted her life. 

We sat in her living room, a blank silence surrounding us until I decided to break it to tell her everything that was killing me inside. 

-I have no excuses for my behavior but believe it or not, you and Jonathan have both been on my mind everyday since that day. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for what I did to you. If I didn’t come earlier it was just because I was in a really bad place and didn’t think I would have the courage to face you knowing I ruined your life and almost killed my two best friends. I’m not expecting you to forgive me but I think we should communicate; I don’t want to cause any more harm to you. I really miss you and our friendship and if I could, I would switch places with you.  -Are you done now?  -Ugh, yes I guess. -Okay great now leave.  -What?   -Do you really think that’s how it works? Acting like a victim, giving a clingy monologue after all your bullshit thinking this is enough to fix everything ? You’re dead to me and I don't have anything to do with you. You didn’t come here for my forgiveness nor for the sake of our friendship; in fact, you don’t give a fuck about this. All you want is to make yourself look good, to make your conscience lighter, just to manage to look at yourself. If you really did care, you would’ve come earlier, you would’ve visited Jonathan and checked on me but you just disappeared. You were in a bad place when it came to facing your responsibilities but you felt good enough to find yourself a girlfriend to take on dates. You’re a horrible person Maya, you’re not even able to understand what you’ve done. Get the fuck out of my house, you can die for all I care.  

I was flabbergasted by her reaction, I didn’t expect her to forgive and forget nor for everything to come back to normal but I thought she would be more understanding and willing to save our friendship. But she’s right, it’s too late. I became somebody I don’t know, I’m just a worthless piece of shit who only cares about itself. I felt my heart pounding louder and louder, my breathing speeding up; I don’t have anyone anymore. I need drugs. 

Without even counting them, I took a handful of pills from my pocket as I was making my way back home. When I finally reached home, it felt like this was not enough. I looked around all my drawers and finally found a bottle of vodka that I quickly emptied. As I was about to swallow the last drops of alcohol, I heard the bell ringing and used the energy I had left to open it. Ellie was standing there, she looked at the bottle in my hand then she looked back at me. 

-What the fuck are you doing??  -I guess I’m.. n-not feeling so good.

Suddenly my eyelids felt so heavy and closed themselves; then everything was pitched black. When I opened my eyes again, I was on the couch, Ellie sitting next to me with a bunch of medicine, food and water on the table. 

-Are you awake? -Yes, I think so.  -Are you feeling better?  -Yes. -Ok good. Now tell me, what happened Maya? Why did you do this?  -There was nothing left to do. I couldn’t control myself anymore, I’m sorry. I said bursting into tears. -It’s fine, but you have to think and be more careful. This is not a game, if I wasn’t here to take care of you and give you pills you could’ve been dead by now. She was very gentle in her tone. I could tell she was worried.  -Wouldn’t have been so terrible to be honest.  -I was planning to go back to my house but I guess I’ll stay a little longer. Drink a lot of water. She handed me a bottle of water as she said that and I thanked her and drank it without further questions, then fell back asleep.

[daemon-in-my-head]

Haven't done one of these in ages but ask game kinda ish except I'm including an obnoxious twist?

Songs that describe ur Durge or Durgetash in situations - but without lyrics, were going with vibes lads

Here are the rules: it must be an instrumental piece. No lyrics. For further details nd exaples see the end of the post. Also, explain why you chose it. What's the vibe you're going for? How does it relate to the character? Are there particular sections in the music you have specific visions or smth for? A rather quiet passage that resembles their emotional state? Is it messy because they are messy? That kind of stuff.

Their overall vibe, what's the song that makes you go 'yeah that's them in a nutshell'?

If Durge had an intro; what's the bg music and if ya feel like it, what's happening at which parts of the track?

Act 1; what plays on the rock behind their tent if they had one?

Act 2; if their inner monologue plays, what track accompanies it?

Act 3 - before the temple; how we doing? What's our vibe? What little tune accompanies them? Are we a lil tense, relaxed, what's going on?

Act 3 - after the temple; what music speaks for their choices and mindset? How fucked is the sword coast?

Faerûn is a magic medival setting, the esteemed upper city gatherings didn't have a rock star to create the ambiance, so what would the little ensemble play to describe whatever a tyrant and a Bhaalspawn got going on to the listening patriars pre tadpole?

Obv, what's the vibe like after that slight amnesia and forgetting all about the sad little racoon man like between em? What updated version does the ensemble play for the nosy patriars?

Also generally if it differe; what's the vibe of pre tadpole Durge like?

The vibe some time after the epilogue when the dust settled - what describes this 'new' durge?

Bonus cuz why not; the one piece of music that describes Gort or his side best?

I should specify what I mean with instrumental: grand orchestras, classical pieces, a single guitar, reimaginations of classic pieces or pop songs, movie or game soundtracks, any kind of instrumental track rly, the only retirement is that there's no distinguishable lyrics. Vocals are fine if it's atmospheric like for example, the vocals in DOS2 main theme or the nightsong track. Let the music and vibes speak for themselves. Think about what ur listening and what aspects of your characters it matches. How is it of relevance to them?

[valiantroeagleangel]

Hatefuck.

Ryan Sitkowski x female reader

Kintober day 27. Hate sex, hook-up, unprotected sex, cheating.

This one feels a bit wrong since some hate sex and cheating are involved. Don't cheat on your partner and don't break people's marriage, it's bad. But I had this headcanon of Ryan in my head and I like it very much. Please don't come at me if you don't like this trope. It's just fucking fiction and shitty porn.

That being said, enjoy my loves <3

-Go to hell Ryan it's not my fucking problem. You shouted, slamming the door as you left the recording studio.

God how much you hated Ryan. He was insufferable with you, always making you remarks and picking fights. He was so convinced that he was superior to you, always degrading you and making bad comments about you to the rest of the band.

Why the heck was his problem?

Since you started to work as a sound engineer for the band six months ago, there have been constant arguments between the two of you. The atmosphere was always so heavy that now you were just running away from him, choosing to only interact with him when it was strictly necessary.

-It's not my fault if you suck at your job. Spare us your incompetence and just quit for good. He screamed louder, not sure if you were even hearing him now.

He sighed, sinking into his chair as the other guys looked at him in disapproval.

-What is wrong with you for real? She is doing a good job on the album. Chris pinched his nose, exasperated.

-No she's not. She's a pain in the ass, always whining about everything.

-She's not Ryan, and you know it, you're just unfair to her for god knows what reason.

Chris shook his head, standing up to open the door of the studio.

-What side are you even on dude?

-Hers. Now go apologize, we have a song to finish. He paused but Ryan didn't move. Now.

Reluctantly he got up and left the room, Chris slamming the door after his passage.

Ryan looked for you through the building, complaining and cursing until he found you, taking a coffee in the break room. You turned back as you heard someone coming, your brows furrowing when you knew who it was.

-Do you really think it's time to take a coffee break? You can't capriciously leave a session like that, we're all waiting for you to come back.

Wasn't he supposed to apologize? Yeah, right but seeing you like that just made his blood rush. He did not want to apologize, he wanted to ruin you, spit out his venom on you.

You saw red, will he never let you alone?

Slamming your cup on the counter you took a few steps in his direction. Your index finger pointed in his direction in a threatening way.

-You know what your problem is, Ryan? You're weak. You're the weakest person I know. You see me as a threat for a reason that I still don't get. You want me out of your life because you feel inferior. Because you're insecure.

Unconsciously you stepped closer to him as you continued your monologue, finding yourself inches from him.

-You call me a whiner but you're the one always whining about everything. I'm not going to destroy your life so peace out, dude.

He swallowed hard, looking at you as you kept your angry gaze on him. A long silence settled between you before he decided to speak again.

-But you are fucking destroying my life. He spoke in a low voice, not sure if he was supposed to say that.

You laughed as you stepped back a bit, throwing your arms in the air.

-How the fuck am I supposed to destroy your life? I won't take your job I'm a sound engineer, not a rockstar.

You were hallucinating as you kept laughing bitterly at him.

-God, you're a mad man Ryan. How could you make it so far in life when you think like that?

Rubbing your hands on your face you went to sit on the counter, throwing your feet as he followed you closely.

-You have no idea of what you're talking about. He retorted as his fists clenched.

-Certainly not but I think that you don't know either. You're just trying to cover how much of a coward you are.

His breathing was erratic as he stepped even closer, making you swallow this time. His gaze was menacing you, his arms resting on either side of your body as he bent over you a bit.

You shut down, intimidated by his dominating figure as your stomach squeezed.

-Don’t talk about things that are beyond you.

He was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your face. Leaning on him you kept your gaze on his.

-Fucking coward.

Why were you provoking him like that when he was so close you had no idea, but the tension between you switched. Your heart started to race but not from anger, your cheeks getting hot as you realized you were only inches away from his lips.

-I'll show you how weak I am.

Without letting you have the time to protest he collapsed on you, his lips crashing on yours as his hands came to grab your hips.

Confused and taken aback you pushed him away as he bit your lips, making it bleed.

-What the fuck dude? You started even more angry than before. You're married, why are you even- Oh.

It was at this moment that you realized it. You weren't going to destroy his job, you were going to destroy his marriage.

Your eyes widening you didn't say anything more, looking at him incredulously.

-Don't you fucking dare call me a coward again. You have no idea what I've been through the last months, trying to keep you away, trying to keep me away. He sighed, leaning more on you as he lowered his voice. Trying to avoid that fucking tempting ass of yours.

You squeezed your legs together at his words, your heart racing in your chest.

-You're completely mad, Ryan. You bit your lower lip, the taste of the blood diffusing in your mouth.

-Yes I am. And it's your fault. He breathed out, nearing his mouth to yours as kept staring at your lips. You make me insane.

You didn't move, holding your breath as you saw his lips slightly brushing against yours.

-You can't do that. Your tongue came to moisturize your dry lips as your breathing accelerated. Provocation again? Really?

-You're right, I can't.

But he did it, his tongue coming to caress yours as he kissed you again.

This time you didn't push him away. You don't know why but your hands came to his hair as you let him kiss you, uncertain. Maybe you were as mad as he was. The tension between you was confusing your brain. Ryan was hot, you never just admitted it to yourself as you were blinded by the hate.

His hands quickly came to your waist, pushing you against him as his lips kept kissing you passionately. He waited for this for so long that he thought he was going to explode. But you broke apart as you pulled his hair brutally.

-Stop it, we're not doing this.

He was panting against you, his pupils were dilated looking straight at you as his chest rose violently.

-Get your shit back together Ryan, you're married for fuck sake. You breathed out, his lips already losing themselves against your neck.

But he kept coming for you, pressing himself a little further between your legs making you whimper softly. You were not even sure that he listened to a thing you said. Fuck. That was wrong.

-God, I hate you. You rolled your head back as his lips became more persistent on your skin.

Leaving your neck, they came back to yours as he started to roam his hips urgently, getting needy.

-You're not going to answer a thing I say?

-Just shut up already. How annoying you can be.

He groaned, one of his hands coming to your face, grabbing it as he kept your lips against his, kissing you again.

You didn't know what to do. The anger consumed you as his touch made you go crazy. However, you knew you needed to stop before it was too late. The image of his wife coming to your head. You already had done too much.

Still, the words disappeared in your throat as Ryan's hands came to undo the button of your jeans, quickly working himself before he could think about what he was doing.

He was going to cheat and break his marriage but right now the only thing he could think about was how much he wanted your lips back on his. The feeling was too consuming as the tension of these last months dissipated, turning into pure passion.

You were the only thing playing in his mind, your complaints the only thing he would hear and the only thing he wanted to hear.

Settling a pace rapidly, he came to pull your pants down your legs, lifting you a little. He didn't want you to think, he wanted you to give up on his touch, wanted you to help him release his obsession with you, maybe that after it would stop and you both could go back to a normal life.

-Let me touch you, just for a bit. Hoarsely he asked, his lips kissing under your ear.

You nodded, not wanting to let the words out of your mouth. All of this was becoming way too real.

At your approval one of his hands came to caress your underwear, brushing his fingers on the wet spot that was forming.

-Fuck Ryan. You moaned a bit, surprised as your hand came to cover your mouth quickly.

He smirked against your skin, starting to rub you more.

-You want this as much as I do, don't you? He laughed a bit, mocking you.

Your head rolled back as you squeezed your eyes shut, his hand passing through your underwear as he started to caress you, rubbing your clit urgently, his lips biting to the skin of your shoulder as he lowered his head.

-Stop playing you, asshole. Just fuck me already. You whined, your hips roaming against his hand as you tried to grab his belt.

Yes, you wanted this, and you wanted it now. The more he was waiting the more you thought about his marriage and you didn't want to. You were fucking up real good this time.

He chuckled bitterly, quickly helping you to take his belt off as he opened his pants, putting them and his underwear down a little bit in a sure motion.

-See? You're always whining. He groaned in your ear, pumping himself before thrusting inside of you, not losing time.

You clung on him, your arms surrounding his neck as you pushed yourself against his body. The feeling of him inside you made you dizzy, your stomach tightening on how much you liked it.

After some time of peace, he started to move again, pushing in and out as he firmly grabbed your waist.

Shit, this was good, HE was good. You couldn't think about anything else than the feeling of him filling you up, your hips starting to rock against his, eager for more and more.

You heard him moan, his lips coming for yours as he tried to cover your sounds, fucking you restlessly as he enjoyed himself a bit too much.

-This doesn't change anything. I'll hate you 'til the day I die. You breathed out against his lips.

-Continue to hate me and I will fuck you until I'm the only thing you can think about. Accentuating each one of his words with a deeper thrust making you whine under his touch.

You gasped his name, feeling him throb inside of you. The hate between you was making all of this so hot, creating a suffering pleasure. It needed to end, you were losing your mind as the passion in your stomach was rising.

Ryan was pushing himself deeply, caressing that sweet spot every time making you cry his name. You were overwhelmed by everything that was happening, his hot breath against you making your head buzz.

He was getting closer, you could feel it, his movements becoming more messy and needy. He was fucking you like a beast, his mind completely gone as he was chasing his orgasm simultaneously to yours.

And god it was working, you felt your orgasm wash over yourself, leaving you completely drained under him as you shivered in his arms. His hips still twitching as he cursed, fucking you through your release.

Instinctively he grabbed your hips firmly when you clenched over him, feeling himself lose it all inside of you as is own orgasm left him panting.

Trying to catch your breath you pushed him out of you.

-God Ryan what have we done?

You started to panic as you realized what just happened, the sweet feeling of your pleasure disappearing leaving room for guilt.

He didn't answer, stepping back as he pushed his underwear back on, the door of the room slamming open.

-Ryan what is taking you so long to apologize for god’s sak- Chris appeared, looking at you both incredulously.

Ryan turned back, looking at him shocked as he didn't even put his pants back on.

-Sorry. That was the only thing Chris said before slamming the door back violently.

You were fucked. 

[miscriont]

Okay I've thought about this as long as I can stand and--am I the only person who thought this was *awkward*?

I've been chewing on it, reading about other people's reactions, studying frame by frame the movements of Aziraphale's hands and like. I *see* it, I see how y'all get to the "brief moment of reciprocation" conclusion, but.

It is AWKWARD. It is one of the most awkward onscreen kisses I have ever seen.

Why is that??

The characters have chemistry. The narrative has established their relationship. The actors have chemistry; each of them has a proven track record of standout performances. And it's not as though either of them is new at this. So why, with all that on the table, does this look like amateur hour?

I got curious about it, and my hypothesis is this: they're reading from different playbooks.

"Saw it in a Richard Curtis film".

It feels like a throwaway line, something to wink-nudge a laugh out of the audience. There's a bit of confusion immediately afterwards regarding Jane Austen, Prolific Novelist and Jane Austen, Jewel Thief and Crime Lord, and isn't that funny haha look at the clueless celestial beings but almost NOTHING in this show has been just filler, or meaningless.

So who was Richard Curtis and why is he the model for Crowley's attempts at matchmaking? Turns out Richard Curtis directed some of the more iconic romcoms of the 90s and 2000s. I'm talking Notting Hill ("I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her", remember that one?); I'm talking Love Actually; I'm talking Bridget Jones Diary--which, funnily enough, is at the very least inspired by Pride & Prejudice. Sappy monologues and kissing in the rain is this guy's bread & butter.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, wants to try the Austen-esque approach of having balls. There were fairly rigid rules to courtship back in Austen's day. Rules that HAD to be followed, in the right order, or else face social ruin. Austen made her career out of poking fun at those even as her characters worked within them. Point is, you only get to kiss at the end, and one of you better be wearing a wedding dress.

I may be stating the obvious but I haven't seen anyone else talking about it so: one layer to Crowley's and Aziraphale's brainstorming session on how to get Nina and Maggie together is also their way of subtly indicating what they themselves find romantic, and would want someone else to do for them to demonstrate their interest. For Aziraphale it's dancing and atmospheric lighting and having everything just so and *conversations that clear up everything*. For Crowley it's tearful speeches and getting the chance to tell the truth while streetlights glitter through pouring rain, where the protagonists seem to be pulled into a showstopping kiss almost as of by magnetism alone. There's a formula to each of the kinds of romantic storytelling that inspires their different matchmaking styles.

For Aziraphale, The Kiss (because you know this bitch(affectionate) would use the Capital Letters for Emphasis And/Or Significance) skips several steps in the courtship dance he thinks they've been doing. From Crowley's Perspective, Aziraphale is three acts, two scenes behind from where *he* thinks they are. Their kiss looks awkward because they are desynchronized, out of step with each other.

In other words, and in many more ways than just the one, they are not on the same page.

But you know who these two numpties have in common?

William Fucking Shakespeare. My outlandishly speculative prediction for season 3 is their reconciliation will have something to do with Shakespeare's comedic works. The perfect turnabout would be modeling it on Much Ado, with Nina and Maggie playing the bits of Hero and Claudio in fabricating evidence to get them back together: Crowley and Aziraphale messed about with their lives, it's only fair they should get to dish it out.

[bunniekittiee]

Would it be easy to escape from Chop Top? I would love to see something from him because there aren't many writings... and the same from Nubbins

And by the way, I really like your writing, how you handle the characters and especially Johnny. ♡♡

What would Chop Top be like with his s/o? especially if she tells him that he makes her uncomfortable and that she wants him to stay away from her and even tries to find a way to leave so she can free herself from him...

I totally agree with you, there isn’t a whole lot of writing content for Chop and Nubbins and honestly they need to be in the spotlight too! And thank you! I enjoy writing as Johnny, the possibilities are endless with him lol

Escaping and being with Chop Top:

Like Nubbins, Chop Top has got an eye for trapping and sneaking.

He knows that he is quite skinny and doesn’t have the exact strength to overpower anyone for long periods of time.

Like yes ofc if he’s in a situation he can easily fight them off, but again, he and his twin are stick bugs.

Johnny and Bubba are the ones with the muscle, Chop and Nubbins are the ones that can catch/chase victims.

I think it would be hard to escape from Chop Top because he would do a lot to prevent you from trying to leave.

If he’s busy with orders from Drayton, then he will lock you in his room. He doesn’t fully trust you to let you roam, especially if you are known to run off.

And he would make extra efforts to have traps ready to catch you, even in the places that you can’t see.

He checks them everyday to make sure nothing else set them off.

He wants to trust you, but he has a hard time doing so because of how often you reject his advances.

He loves it when you put up a fight, he thinks it’s a game and it’s fun.

But after a while, he will get upset, especially if you antagonize him.

If he’s in a bad mood, he will become angrier and be ruthless.

He can be very hyper and will keep you up for long periods of time with his monologuing and talking.

Is a light sleeper, so if you were to move around too much, he will wake up.

Isn’t upset if you wake him up, but he gets worried that you are trying to leave.

“Get away from me you sick fuck!” you yelled out, lunging at him with your hands tied behind your back.

He frowned. “I’m tryin’ to be s-sweet on ya’, ya’ make this difficult!”

“Fuck you!”

His eyes burned with irritation. “That’s not nice at all, w-what’s with ya’? I’m doing everythin’ I can to be nice, but you make it so hard!”

“You make me uncomfortable. You’re disgusting! You and your whole family!” you screamed.

His heart felt a pang as you said these words, but his face was screwed up in anger. “Well ain’t th-that somethin’ sweetheart. Yer’ gonna’ fuckin’ get used to it w-whether ya’ like it or not!”

“Eat a fuckin’ dick!”

He slapped you. Hard. His unique eyes were narrowed and he frowned. “Watch yer’ mouth. Ya’ do realize I’m the only p-person keepin’ ya’ alive, right?”

“I don’t care. I don’t want anything to do with you! Just stay away!” you replied back, your cheek flaming red and stinging from his hit.

Glaring at you, he got up from the bed and left, locking the door behind him and leaving you in the cold atmosphere of his bedroom. Although he had decorated it to be comfortable, it was not comfortable for you. It was foreign.

He was hurt. All he wanted was for you to come around and enjoy being with him. He had to convince Drayton to keep you, and even then, Drayton bitched often at him to kill you. Get it over with. She was just another girl. But to Chop Top, you were much more than that. He had taken a liking to you and thought you would be a great addition to the family, but it was real hard to convince them to believe that when you rejected everything he tried to give you. He was starting to wonder if it was even a good idea in the first place to keep you.

After a few hours of Chop watching tv and you falling asleep, he retired to his bedroom that you laid in. Gently opening the door, he peeked inside to see your slowly-breathing form. He loved you when you were motionless, in a weird morbid way, but it was when you did not reject his advances. Your body would cuddle into him and find his warmth. That was, until you woke up and recoiled into a corner. So he cherished the moment, slipping inside the bed next to you. You did not awake from his movement.

Late into the night, you woke up with an incredible pressure on your bladder that was quite uncomfortable. Chop Top had an arm snaked around your waist which disgusted you. You started to squirm around and awoke him.

“Wh-what’s got ya’ all squirmy?” he asked sleepily.

“I need to pee.” you replied dryly.

He sighed quietly. “A-alright. Come on then.” He got up from the bed and led you out to the bathroom, waiting outside the door to give you some privacy which was new. The house was dark, adding to your paranoia. Relieving yourself, you glanced around the bathroom and got an idea. You could easily crawl out the window.

“What’s t-t-takin’ ya’ forever?” Chop questioned as he yawned. “Ya’ got me fallin’ asleep out here, hehe.”

You had the sink running as you gently pried the window open. It creaked, making you cringe slightly as you glanced at the bathroom door, but he did not hear it. Sliding your body through the tight space, you thudded onto the ground outside. This was your escape. You could leave. You got up quickly, running as fast as your feet could take you to an exit. It was dark and hard to see, but you maneuvered around sound makers. You did not want to alert the family.

Chop Top was getting impatient. What the hell was taking you so long to pee?

“Are you almost done?” he asked as he started to pick at the lock. The water was running but he did not hear you answer him back. Swinging the door open, his eyes widened as he saw the bathroom window was open. You escaped. You were gone.

Adrenaline pumping, he started to get out the window himself, screaming for Bubba to get his chainsaw like a banshee. He was not letting his prey get away.

You heard his yelling and took off faster, panting as you whipped your head around to make sure there was no one else chasing you. The sounds of Bubba’s chainsaw made your blood run cold. It was only a matter of time before he was mutilating your body with it. You glanced behind you and saw Chop Top gaining on you. He was fast, faster than you remembered.

“G-get back here!” he yelled while running. “Yer’ only g-gonna’ make it worse for ya’!”

The cold ground welcomed you as you fell hard. A warm, heavy body tackled you, slicing their knife on your leg and grinning wildly. “Hey there! Hahaha!”

“Get the fuck off!” you screeched as you tried to fight Johnny off of you.

“D-don’t hurt her ya’ m-motherfucker!” Chop Top screamed as he drew nearer and nearer.

“I ought ta’ put ya’ out of your misery, huh? Givin’ us a headache for no reason.” Johnny said smoothly as he held the knife to your throat. Bubba’s whirring chainsaw was much closer now. “You’re easily replaceable.”

“Johnny don’t fuckin’ hurt her!” Chop Top pushed Johnny off. “G-God fuckin’ dammit!”

He noticed your leg was wounded from the boy’s hunting knife. Nubbins ran up to Chop Top. “Ya’ got her brother?”

“Johnny wh-what the fuck did I say about h-hurting her?!” He yelled, getting up as he faced the young burly man.

“She fuckin’ escaped because of ya’ and your incompetence.” He spat at Chop, pointing his knife at him. “I should fuckin’ kill her, I’m the one who caught her.”

You whimpered as Johnny’s iron grip tightened on your wrists. Chop Top pulled out his own knife, waving it in Johnny’s face. “She’s mine, Johnny. So ya’ f-fuckin’ let her go and let me deal with her. She is not yer’ fuckin’ victim.”

Johnny stared hard at Chop Top, a weird staring contest between the two. Johnny sighed, getting up from you and shaking his head. “Whatever. Next time, I won’t be so fuckin’ nice about it.” He spit on the ground and stomped to the house, angry that he lost this fight.

Chop sighed as he put his knife away. “Come on, let’s get you up.”

Your leg was in a lot of pain from the slash Johnny gave you. Bubba made concerned noises at your state, tilting his head at you. Nubbins giggled to himself. “Lotsa’ blood. Hehehe. Blood.”

Your captor, yet savior, helped you up and held you close to him. He waved off his siblings and began to walk back with you slowly. As much as he was upset, he did not want you to get hurt. Especially by his family.

He carried you up the stairs, making sure to avoid hitting your leg on anything. He did not like to see you like this. You had the ghostly trace of tears on your face as you closed your eyes, waiting for death or for some relief. Sissy peeked out of her room and saw your sliced leg.

“Aww, poor darlin’,” she said as she got closer. “Want some help with her wound?”

“S-sure Sissy.” Chop replied quietly as he went into his room, setting you on the bed.

They both worked on your leg together, Chop Top stitching it up as carefully as possible as Sissy rubbed different soothing medication. You felt the pain begin to numb out. Sighing quietly with relief, you closed your eyes once more.

“Johnny just hates to lose a victim.” Sissy conversed while working. “He’s gonna’ be sulkin’ for a while about this.”

“She a-ain’t his victim.” Chop Top replied. “She’s mine.”

“Try tellin’ that to a man who enjoys killin’ more than anythin’ else in his life.” she said sarcastically. Chop Top let out a small chuckle.

Eventually finishing your leg, Sissy bid her goodbyes and left the two of you together. You opened your eyes and made eye contact with Chop Top. His eyes were swimming with irritation and fear. “Don’t ever do that again. Don’t kn-know what I would do w-without ya’.”

You nodded solemnly. He was right. They were out to kill her at any moment. But he saved her. He fought for her. That was… nice. The nicest thing he had done for you since he captured you.

“Thank you.” you murmured quietly as he sank onto the spot next to you.

“Don’t th-thank me.” he said back. “I w-would do it a th-thousand times over again.”

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❝ you're such a lightweight, it's so funny. ❞ (from endverse!cas)

dean's not sure where the hell cas got his weed from but thrown in with all the liquor dean's swallowed down since the start of this weirdly fucked up night? he's gotta say he's completely stoned. we're talking soul hovering somewhere above his head--staring into space with nothing on his mind while circling the atmosphere stoned. this is not what he came here to do. he came here to talk some sense into cas. his best friend. he needed him.

wait a damn minute.

was he fucking peer pressured by cas? as in castiel? as in after school special'd. as in i learned it by watching you?! by..

dean's palm covers his mouth, drags down it and his brows cock up. "holy shit...," internal monologue finally breathed out into the open. he turns his head. his vision catches up a few ticks later. "what was in that stuff..? and...god damn. nancy reagan's rollin' in her grave right now."