#but Michael is kinda glad he’s there too

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Okay!!!! It's!!!! A day off being a month since I finished tma and I. Gave it a couple of days to feel crushingly sad and read a bunch of fanfics, then listened to the entire thing again (a lil less all at once though bc I started using it for evening walks and it's been really nice!!!! On one of my walks rn and will be continuing through protocol I think :])

Putting this under a readmore bc I was just gonna slap together some ending thoughts, but I accidentally let the words spill out and I've been typing this out for an hour now. Oops.

Anyway. G o d this was good. I've never listened to podcasts before really and this feels like it was a good place to get into it! Only picked it up in the first place bc I've seen mutuals talking about it for years and I wanted something to do when cooking other than half watch YouTube videos in the background. Somehow I still managed to go into it totally blind except for knowing it was horror, that it was mainly voiced by jonny sims and that the spinoff has lesbians???? EXTREMELY glad I wasn't spoiled on anything, bc watching it all come together was magical and a huge part of why I had to relisten.

I love how tied together every story is and how the earlier seasons in a first listen just kinda???? Feel like disconnected scary stories???? I usually don't do horror - never been able to watch horror movies and I only get through horror games by watching manlybadasshero play them and sound so chill about it the whole time, and I knew from slay the princess that jonny had a nice voice for it too.

Anyway a bunch of the early ones still freaked me out but were like... Kinda assuring bc the people mostly made it out? Like that kinda assurance of 'oh it's not TOO scary bc they have to survive to make a statement!' ...Until they started revealing a bunch died afterwards and then the scariness was right back.

Then it's... Kinda cool how as you learn more info about the fears and avatars, it takes a lot more shape???? The tone feels totally different once you learn to start identifying which fear each statement is, where avatars are involved and start recognising reoccurring names (is2g I recognised sarah baldwin's name when it got to Melanie's statement, then dismissed it as some other Sarah like all the Michaels and the way jonny kept pronouncing gerard as jared and making it seem like there were several jareds w wildly different motivations 😭)

And after a while it becomes a lot more about the characters - including avatars from earlier on who just seemed like background spookiness, and you have to sit and listen as jon gets more and more dragged into it himself. Especially liked that part in season 3 where Gerry mentions that Gertrude doesn't like compelling people and then Jon admits he does when asked. Like. Oh. Oh this isn't gonna end well, huh.

Like!!!! The way the entire thing builds up more and more to Jon being far too wrapped up in beholding to ever give it up is really cool, and solidifies that it couldn't have ended any other way, I think. He would've always made that choice, he couldn't help it. He was always going to end up that way.

And there's the added tragedy of him mentioning that he doesn't wanna end up a mystery back in his conversation w martin at the end of season 1 too!!!! Bc the way the end is so ambiguous and open with what actually happened to them (I think I actually do like the idea that they both died best tbh, but I love that it's not confirmed either way) and like. At the core of it, his fate DID end up a mystery. One of the things he was scared of most. And that's just... Really neat????

Should wrap this up soon bc I've been typing this out for like half an hour but another thing I like is that NOBODY in tma is like. Treated as wholly a good person. Everyone's an asshole and most of the time nobody even likes each other and that's???? Really fun and interesting? Like even when jon and martin get together they still argue constantly and aren't super great for each other, and a good chunk of that is probably due to going through an apocalypse but even then, they'd probably both need to work through a lot more of their own issues independently before they could actually have a healthy relationship, I think. Even at the safehouse before the eyepocalypse happened I think they were probs sweeping a loooooot of their issues under the rug, both with themselves and with each other. And I genuinely LOVE that, they're doomed and kinda toxic and not exactly good for each other, but they still somehow love each other more than pretty much anything in such a powerful and destructive way and that's awesome.

Characters like Gertrude too!!!! Gertrude fascinates me so so much because everything about her feels like somebody who would be far more fitting as a protag to this kind of story, while jon would be some kinda distant tragic failure of the past, but that's not it at all. She's the archivist who never really became The Archivist, who learned enough about the situation and the fears and who Magnus really was to decide she was never going to let any of that in, to hold onto her humanity at every chance she got and devoted herself to stopping the dread powers in every way she could. She p much felt like some kind of badass action antihero in all of her tapes - even as it was proved time and time again that she was pretty messed up too and treated all her assistants as disposable, a means to an end.

It contrasts so much with jon, as someone who's so desperate to Know that he falls further into the grasp of the eye, who takes thrill from compelling people and seeking out information, even as it becomes clearer and clearer how dangerous it is, and how it won't end well for him. And jon cares so much for the others around him too, even as they turn their backs on him and call him a monster. He just also does that while relishing in the power he's been given by an eldrich dread entity, and being aware of that fact. Idk, I just think the way they contrast each other is neat :]

Anyway uhhhhhh tma didn't actually make me cry but it made me scared, got me hooked, made me laugh a bunch, caught me EXTREMELY off guard bc for some reason I thought jon was aro even up till most of season 4 due to mishearing something earlier on (he's demiro TO ME) and its ending hit me so hard that I just kinda sat numb the entire night after I finished it and didn't sleep Like At All for like three days bc I was too buzzed (which has only happened to me before after uhh. Undertale, deltarune chapter 2 and uty soooooooo-)

Yeah. It was good. And now that I've finally had a good relisten, had a chance to notice all the connections and plot threads and setup from the get-go and take them all in at a slower pace, I think I'm ready to listen to protocol!

...even if I did just get to the end of my walk. Oops. Maybe I'll do one tonight?

OH. OH ELIAS HAS BEEN JONAH THIS WHOLE TIME HASN'T HE

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF 4 nightmares haunted all the Afton kids..

[science-hoes]

Maroon

Dr. Michael Robinavitch x Reader

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, age gap, unprotected sex

A/N: This ended up being a 6.2k word fic that I wrote after having some wine. This was definitely NOT proofread, but I did my best! I enjoyed writing this so much. I love Michael Robinavitch with my whole heart.

—

You knew you looked good. Fuck, you had spent three hours getting ready. Exfoliating your entire body to be smoother than marble. Shaving your legs and pelvic area. Massaging lotion deep into your skin. Blow-dried hair and flawless makeup. And your outfit. A long, red, satin dress that hung off your shoulders, snatched around your waist, and a slit that showcased your left upper thigh. 

You walked into the Pitt, the clicking of your black heels announcing your presence. Every head, single and taken, craned to watch you pass by. The path up to the nurses' station might as well have been a catwalk. When Dana turned around, she let out a surprised laugh. 

“Wow! I didn’t know you owned any clothes besides scrubs.” She teased. 

You smiled and leaned against the counter. “To be fair, this is probably the only nice outfit I have.” You admitted. 

Dana glanced around the room, and just about every person, staff and patients alike, were trying to sneak glances at you. “Well, you’ve certainly got everyone’s attention. Why are you all dressed up?” She asked. 

You rubbed your hands together, trying to soothe yourself, swallowing hard before you spoke to mask any insecurities in your voice. “I had a date. Got stood up.” You replied.

Dana furrowed her brow when she saw your nose scrunch at the early sting of tears. “Stood up? Does he know you look like this?” She waved her hands down your body as if she were presenting you to an audience. 

You felt a smile reach your lips again and giggled slightly. “I mean, he had only seen me in scrubs.” You answered. 

Dana leaned in, suspicion in her eyes. “Was it someone from the Pitt?” She whispered. 

You looked around to make sure nobody was close enough to hear, but you still shielded your lips when you mouthed the name “Matteo.”

She pulled her lips into a thin line and nodded. “Not surprised. Good nurse, but still a kid.” She said. 

You shrugged, shoulders pulling closer to your frame to minimize yourself. “We’re the same age. I just thought he was a little more serious than that.” You confessed. 

Your work mom pointed her index finger at you. “What you need is a man. Not some kid. Someone older.” She advised. 

A huff of air passed your lips, and you stood up straight again. “Trust me, I’ve been trying.” You glanced around before leaning in again. “A certain stick-in-the-mud won’t hold a conversation longer than thirty seconds if it’s not about a patient.”

Dana chuckled. “Too bad he’s already gone home for the night. Otherwise, I think you’d have him wrapped around your finger if he saw how you looked right now.” She mused.

You smiled at the thought and compliment. “I’ve kinda given up on that. It’s out of my reach. Hence, my date tonight.”

“Well, never say never. Now why are you here instead of at a bar picking up hot men?” She asked. 

You looked towards the doctor’s lounge. “I left my purse here. Has my driver’s license and everything. Just glad I didn’t get pulled over.” You replied. 

She smiled and gave you a ‘get outta here’ nod of her head. “Get your stuff and go have some fun. Don’t let a stupid boy ruin your night. But not too much fun because I don’t want to see your body search on the evening news.” 

You giggled and rolled your eyes. “Okay, fine. I’ll probably just go to Fenian’s across the street.” You agreed before heading toward the doctor’s lounge. 

As you opened the door, you bumped into someone exiting the lounge. “Oh, I’m sorry.” The familiar voice said. Dr. Robby towered over you, still not looking down, distracted by the last few minutes of his shift. “This is a doctor's lounge. We ask that patients and families-“

“Doctor Robby.” You said, trying to get him to actually look down at you. 

And boy, when he finally did. Robby’s breath hitched once he realized it was you. He had already pinned you as a patient’s girlfriend, probably in the ER after your boyfriend had an allergic reaction at a fancy restaurant.

“Oh.” Was all he could say. 

His eyes scanned your body, lingering a little too long at your exposed cleavage. You fiddled with the delicate bracelet around your wrist out of nervousness and let out a breathy laugh. “Sorry, I just left my purse here.” You said.

Without a word, Robby held the door open for you, and you went inside. You grabbed your purse, slung it over your shoulder, and exited the room again. “Thank you.” You added before heading towards the entrance of the Pitt. 

Robby’s eyes were locked on your calves as you strutted away in those black heels. He felt winded like he had fallen flat on his back and had the air knocked out of his lungs. Slowly, he walked up to the nurses’ station, not taking his eyes off you until you exited the building.

Meanwhile, Dana had been watching the entire interaction. Amused, she leaned back in her chair. “I thought you went home.” She said.

Robby rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous tic. “Uh, no. Not yet.” He answered.

“You look like you’ve seen an angel.” She teased. 

He leaned against the high counter and shook his head. “No, I just didn’t recognize her.” He replied. 

Dana rolled her eyes. “Come on, Robby. Productivity dropped fifty percent the moment she walked in the door. You can admit that she looked good.” She said. 

He looked to Dana like admitting it out loud would be an unforgivable sin. It would verify that he had entertained the idea of dragging you to an on-call room with him or bringing you coffee at the beginning of your shift. “She’s half my age. I could be her father.” He replied. 

Dana shrugged. “A young father.” She amended. 

Robby rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t shake the image of you walking away. Hair bouncing on your back with every step, the sway of your hips. “Why was she all dressed up?” He asked. 

“She had a date and got stood up. Can you believe that?” She answered. 

No. He really couldn’t believe that. How does someone as intelligent as you, looking like a modern-day goddess, get stood up? But he said nothing to show his hand. 

“I’m about to head out. Anything you need before I leave?” He asked instead, drumming his hands on the high counter. 

Dana gave him a skeptical look. “No. Go on, get out of here before night shift drags you into a room.” She replied. And as Robby began to walk away, he heard Dana add, “She’s at Fenian’s.”

Fenian’s. The bar across from the hospital. Robby began to consider it. Showing up after his shift in scrubs that had probably come in contact with every possible bodily fluid that day. His eyes were sunken in from dehydration and sleep deprivation. All while you looked like a pin-up poster girl. And you probably had men on either side of you now, each trying to best the other to win your affections. 

His mind ran on like that until he found himself standing at the entrance of the bar, the neon blue ‘OPEN’ sign shining bright in his eyes. He turned to leave, shaking his head in disbelief that he had even walked to the bar. Until he saw you through the window. Sitting alone at the counter. Legs delicately crossed, posture impeccable. You sipped on what looked like vodka and club soda, eyes peering up at the Steelers game on the TV. You looked like an angel in the low light of the bar.

Robby didn’t realize he had walked in through the door until a bell signaled that he entered. The bartender looked up and smiled. “Hey, Robby. What can I get ya?” She asked. 

You didn’t turn around, eyes focused on the game. You hadn’t even considered that it was your Robby who walked in. “Shot of Lalo, please.” He answered. 

His voice made your heart jump to your throat. You turned your head, hair tossing naturally over your shoulder. Robby smiled, but it was a small one. Slowly, he moved to sit at the barstool next to you, back leaning against the bar to watch a different game on the TV behind you. 

“Can’t stay away from the hospital for too long, huh?” He said, trying to begin a lighthearted conversation. 

You studied the way he sat next to you, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted up to watch the game. You smiled slightly. “I was supposed to have a date.” You answered, almost embarrassed.

“Didn’t show up?”

“No. He even had the day off, too.” 

Robby finally glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. Your posture regressed to a slouch, and you stared blankly at your fizzing cup on the bar. A strange twist in his chest arose at the pitiful sight. He turned slightly to face you, leaning an elbow on the counter. 

“You deserve better than that.” He affirmed. 

You huffed at his words and took a sip of your drink. “I guess he really is more interested in Javadi.” You said. 

Robby raised an eyebrow. “Javadi? You mean you were supposed to go on a date with Matteo?”

Your silent nod sent a vile jolt of jealousy through his body. One that he hadn’t expected. He downed his shot of tequila that he had let sit on the bar. The burn in his throat distracted him from the nausea pooling in his stomach at the thought of you and Matteo. Someone much younger than him. Better looking than him.

“Maybe it’s a good thing. I’m looking to settle down, and he doesn’t seem like he’s in that headspace.” You finally added. 

Robby raised a finger to the bartender, who poured another shot for him. “Yeah, I don’t think he is.” He confirmed. 

You glanced up at him as he threw back the second shot. It hurt to hear the truth confirmed, even if you already knew. But then Dana’s words seemed to creep into your mind.

“Dana said I need someone older.” You found yourself admitting. 

Robby met your gaze again, feeling a whisper of warmth in his cheeks, unsure if it was the tequila or your words. “Older.” He repeated, though not as a question. 

You nodded and turned to face him on your barstool. The slit in your shimmering red dress widened to reveal even more of your thigh, dangerously close to your hip. Robby couldn’t help himself from looking, and you noticed the way his eyes politely flicked back up to yours with a swiftness. 

“Someone who knows what he wants. Knows how to take care of me.” You tested the waters, seeing if Robby would take the bait. 

He remained guarded, but his eyes were riveted on your thickly glossed lips. “Take care of you.” He mumbled to himself like an oath. 

You shrugged. “Or at least let me take care of him.” You added, voice laced with sultry. 

Robby’s dark chocolate eyes snapped up, a twinkle of understanding within them. Your lips curved into a small smile, and you leaned in closer, your cleavage deepening from the change in position. “Do you know of anyone like that?” You asked softly, feigning innocence. 

You were close enough now to smell the strong aroma of Lalo on his breath, and he was intoxicated by the sweet scent of your perfume. “I-“ He began to stutter, the pitch of his voice faltering. “You’ve been drinking. I’m not going to take advantage of you.” He said as firmly as he was able to. 

You raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to your drink. “That’s Sprite.” You deadpanned. “I’m sober. Are you?” 

Robby chuckled at the idea that two shots of tequila would make him feel anything. “Absolutely.” He answered. 

Your bare knee brushed against his, leaning in impossibly close now. “Then take me home.” You whispered. 

Robby’s hands trembled as he ran one through his thinning dark hair. “I don’t do hookups. I can’t do casual. I can only handle something real.” He warned. “I know you’re upset about Matteo not showing-”

“Robby.” You cut him off. “I never wanted him. I’ve always wanted you.”

The air hung heavy between the two of you. Your doe eyes were making him crumble. “You want me?” He questioned. Now he was concerned that two shots of tequila did affect him.

You rose to your feet, standing in between his spread legs now, still craning your neck up at him. The distance between your lips was minuscule, and for the first time, you placed your hands on his body, resting them on his chest. “I want you. Take me home.” You reaffirmed. 

—-

The door to Robby’s house slammed shut after he pulled you through the threshold. He pinned you against it, hands resting on the wood on either side of your head. His head lowered so that your noses brushed, but he wouldn’t go any farther than that. 

Your hands found rest on his chest again, flush against the fabric of his navy hoodie. “Are you gonna kiss me, Robby?” You asked. 

Robby’s smile pulled to one side of his face as he studied the beautiful features of your face. “My name is Michael.” He whispered and placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “Only here.” A kiss on your cheek. “Only for you.” A kiss on your jaw. 

Your breath staggered at the sensation of his beard dragging across your soft skin. “Michael.” You tested the name on your lips. It felt intimate. It felt natural.

Robby grinned, and his teeth dragged across your skin as he finally made his way to your lips. Your mouth opened immediately to welcome his, slipping your tongue across his bottom lip. He answered with a quiet moan and deepened the kiss by grabbing the back of your head and pulling you closer. Your arms draped around his neck, pushing your entire body against his. You both savored the simplicity of kissing, learning each other’s mouths, familiarizing yourselves with the closeness of your souls for the first time. His hand that wasn’t rooted in your hair explored the curves of your waist and back, leaving a tingling sensation wherever it wandered. 

After what felt like hours, he pulled away first but stayed close with his nose nuzzling against yours. “I’m gonna take care of you tonight. The way you deserve.” He whispered, lips ghosting over yours as he spoke. “But I have some ground rules, okay?” 

You nodded, gently scratching his beard with your fingertips. “Okay.” You agreed. 

“Number one. We can’t tell anyone at work. I don’t want anyone knowing what happens between us at home. And more importantly, I don’t want anyone questioning your judgement as a doctor because I’ve got a soft spot for you. Okay?” He pressed a kiss to your cheek when he finished. 

You closed your eyes and nodded again. “Okay.”

“Number two. You’ll always communicate what you’re feeling. What you need, what you aren’t ready for. I’ll do the same.” Another kiss on your temple. 

Another nod. “Okay.”

“And number three. Look at me, baby girl.” He tilted your chin up with a hooked finger. “Please don’t run when you see the skeletons in the closet.”

Your eyes locked with his deep brown ones that glimmered in the low light of his living room. For the first time since he brought you home, he looked timid. Like he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Like he was terrified of fracturing the fresh connection you both made tonight.

A final nod, and you cradled his face in your hands. “I promise I won’t run.” 

And with one more kiss on the lips, smiles pressed against each other, Robby led you to his bedroom. You never let yourself imagine what his home looked like, let alone his bedroom. But it was neat and simple. No decoration aside from medical journal papers stacked high on every flat surface. 

He sat on the edge of his bed and pulled you into his lap. His lips trailed across your bare shoulder, leaving gentle kisses as his fingers delicately slid the straps of your dress down. You shivered at the light touches and pulled at his hoodie. Instead of taking it off, your silent wish, he stopped kissing your body and tilted his head up at you.

“If you want something, you have to use your words.” He demanded in a sickeningly sweet tone.

Your cheeks flushed at the commandment, and suddenly you felt powerless. “I want to feel your skin.” You begged pathetically.

Robby held your gaze as he shrugged off his hoodie, then pulled his scrub top and undershirt over his head, jostling his hair a bit. Your eyes studied his upper body. Freckles dusted his broad shoulders. His abdominal muscles were toned, but not excessively so. A couple of scars were cemented near his ribcage from hostile patient encounters. A glitter of gold lured your eyes to his sternum.

A smile melted on your face. “The Star of David.” You mumbled.

Robby tilted his head slightly. “Yeah?” He affirmed, unsure of why his pendant captivated you.

You brushed your fingertips across the metal, cool from the air. Your hands lifted the Star from his chest, inspecting it gingerly. Robby wouldn’t admit it, but in that moment, he felt like a dog on a leash from the gentle tug of his chain in your hands. And he loved it.

“I’ve always wondered what it was.” You mused to yourself. “You wear it every day.”

Robby nodded, an unconscious smile gracing his lips. “My savta gave it to me. I never take it off.” He confirmed.

“Softa?” You were unsure of the word.

“Savta.” He repeated with the utmost patience. “It means ‘grandmother’ in Hebrew.” 

You smiled and nodded as the first branch into his past formed between you. “Savta.” You repeated correctly this time. “When did she give it to you?” 

Robby brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes, thinking for a moment. “When I was about six or seven.” He answered. “It’s older than you.” He added with a wink, but couldn’t hold back his grin.

You giggled and threw your arms around his shoulders. And he laughed. Not like the sarcastic ones you heard at work when he was exasperated, but one full of heartfelt joy. The sound was so beautiful that it nearly brought tears to your eyes. His mouth found yours again, and you fell back into the waltz of lips.

His fingers grasped the zipper of your dress and lazily pulled it down, unsheathing your upper body from the silky fabric. Your chest became exposed to the frigid air of his home, and your skin tightened at the temperature.

Robby pulled away to analyze your newly exposed skin. Your breasts hung perfectly from your chest, and his absent-minded hand cupped one of them, massaging gently.

“So beautiful.” He murmured as his lips returned to your upper body, slowly moving his way down.

His mouth latched onto one of your nipples, pulling back with suction until a loud smack from his lips filled the air as your breast recoiled into place. You moaned at the sensation, digging your fingers into his scalp. He continued to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. Suck and smack. Then, he dragged his tongue across your nipple, rough tastebuds scraping smoothly against it. While he worked on one with his mouth, he used his fingers to tweak and tug at the other. You let out a squeal of delight, and Robby couldn’t help but chuckle.

“That feel good?” He asked before latching onto your breast again.

You shivered at intense pressure on your breasts. “Feels so good.” You mumbled.

Just when you thought the sensation had maxed out, the unmistakable hardness of teeth grazed across your nipples, and an involuntary scream left your vocal cords. The mix of pain and pleasure wasn’t new to you, but it had never felt this good. Robby looked up to you with those innocent brown eyes, teeth still clenched around your sensitive bud. With his gaze locked on yours, he relieved the pressure of his teeth, your skin snapping back to its configuration. 

“Michael!” You shrieked, and your shrillness only encouraged him to follow suit for the other nipple. 

Surely, by now, your fingernails had dug their graves within his scalp. But Robby relished the feeling of your oversensitivity inflicting pain of his own. With confidence, he trailed his hand down your waist, your hip, and to the slit in your dress. The very opening that taunted him at the bar, daring him to brush against your thigh in public. But when his fingers reached up, up, up to your hip line, he froze.

You furrowed your brow at the halt in momentum, and you looked to his face. He stared back at you, face suddenly unreadable. 

“You don’t-” He began, but he paused to take in a deep breath. “You don’t have anything on under the dress?” 

You studied his face, trying to understand what his angle was. Of course, you weren’t wearing panties. It was a silk dress, and any kind of…oh.

Oh.

You finally felt like you had the high ground again. An involuntary smirk found its way to your lips. “No.” You answered innocently.

Robby’s chest puffed out, and a primal, vicious jealousy coarsed through his veins for the second time tonight. The very notion that you went garmentless for your date with Matteo reinforced his mission to treat you better than that boyish nurse would have.

“You only do that for me from now on. You understand?” He growled in your ear.

The dominance made your spine feel weak, and you nodded. “Yeah.” You breathed.

Robby fisted your hair, forcing your face to meet his eyes. The same ones you often saw at work when he was reaching his maximum level of fury. “You can answer better than that.” He said.

Fuck, he was sexy when he was pissed. “Yes, sir.” You corrected yourself.

“That’s what I thought.” He relented, finally letting his fingers move under your dress again.

Rough, calloused pads brushed against your pelvis, moving down until they slipped against your weeping pussy. The sound that fell from Robby’s lips was unholy but heavenly as he collected your wetness on his fingertips, and your hips ground against them subconsciously.

You felt tears sting your eyes as the burning desire to be filled with some part of his body grew stronger. “Michael, please.” You begged.

Once again, Robby’s eyes locked on yours, and the desperation in his face gave you some hope. His index finger swirled around your external anatomy, collecting lubrication, before plunging into your pussy. And just that one, long finger was enough to draw a scream from you. A smug smile slithered across his face as he curled his finger inside you, pressing his fingerprint against your gummy walls.

“Think you can handle another one?” He cooed, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

Your hand clenched around his bicep, feeling the muscles ripple underneath his skin as he fingered you. “Yes, please.” You begged.

Robby deftly inserted his middle finger, curling it in tandem with his index. The stretch was pleasant, and the added finger reached even farther inside you. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, letting out a string of shredded moans. “That’s my good girl.” He whispered in praise as he continued to pump his wrist.

Finally, once you adjusted to the width of his fingers, you formed a coherent statement. “Can you please fuck me?” You pleaded.

Robby’s smile wasn’t one of agreement but one that mirrored a parent admiring a child’s innocence. “Oh, sweetheart, we’ll get there.” He assured you.

His hand movements stopped, and he withdrew his fingers from your pussy, leaving you uncomfortably empty. He raised his fingers to his line of vision. Your wetness formed slick webs between his two fingers, and he studied it like a new scientific discovery. Then his tongue tore apart the webs, devouring every drop.

Watching him consume your juices with such fervor sent an involuntary pulse to your pussy, foreshadowing his next steps.

“You taste so fucking good.” He growled, pulling his large fingers from his mouth once he sucked them clean. “Stand up for me.” He ordered.

Knees trembling, you rose to your feet, trying to balance yourself in your heels. Robby held you by your ribcage, letting your dress fall to the floor and pool at your ankles, revealing your fully naked body to him. After sitting you back down on the bed, he knelt on the hardwood floor of his bedroom and delicately removed your heels like you were a reverse Cinderella. This level of care overwhelmed you, but you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Robby positioned himself between your legs, initiating a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses beginning at your ankle, moving up to your knee, then your inner thigh. He could feel the furnace heat of your pussy on his nose as he inched closer to your opening. Your knees hung over his shoulders, his hands finding purchase on the outside of your thighs. Then, without a warning, he engulfed your entire womanhood in his mouth, pulling back dangerously slow to create suction. The scream from your throat rivaled that of a psychiatric patient waiting for a room in the Pitt.

The overwhelmed tears from your eyes finally streaked down your temples as your back arched and head tilted back at his magical tongue. You repeated his name over and over and over, and his only answer came in deep grunts, the vibrations adding an unfamiliar sensation to your building orgasm.

His tongue expertly manuevered inside your pussy like a ship on treacherous waters. Every lick, suck, and nibble drove you farther from sanity. And when his thumb reached up to spiral around your delicate clit? Then you only had seconds until you spilled juices inside his mouth.

“Michael, I’m-” Your voice staggered, trying to focus on circling your release. “I’m gonna-”

Your first orgasm came in a tsunami, splashing juices into Robby’s mouth, which he gratefully lapped up like it was an oasis in a desert. Your thighs had clenched around his neck like a boa constrictor, but he had anticipated your release based on the pulsing of your walls around his tongue. 

As you came down from your high, Robby kissed back up your body, whispering praises like “that’s my girl” and “so fucking good for me.” When he reached your face and your eyes could focus again, you saw his beard glistening with your cum.

You grasped the back of his neck and pulled him close in a kiss, tasting your own salty flavor. “You’re really good at that.” You mumbled, breath still faltering from your high.

Robby chuckled, dragging his nose against yours. “It’s easy when you taste like fucking candy.” He confessed.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in a long time, you realized he still had his scrub cargo pants on. Suddenly, you felt a surge of energy.

“Take off your pants.” You demanded.

Robby pulled away from your shared intimacy with a raised eyebrow. “Excuse me?” He asked in the same tone he used in a patient’s room when a junior resident defied him.

Your eyes narrowed, darker than they had been before. “Take off. Your pants.” You broke it down for him.

Robby didn’t know how to handle the change in dynamics. He had been in control in every sexual encounter he ever had since his virginity was lost in college. While he didn’t want to yield, something about the tone in your voice was compelling him to reach for his belt. He stood up straight, leisurely reached for the buckle, and tugged, letting the leather slither from around his waist. You sat up on the bed, watching him undress for you in the lamp-glow of the room with a similar view of power that he had once given you a few minutes ago.

Robby unfastened his cargo scrub bottoms and shucked them off, leaving only his grey boxer-briefs, stained with a pool of precum. You marveled at the man in front of you for the first time. His body was exactly what you imagined in your late-night fantasies. Six foot one, muscled appropriately, and…

Actually, you hadn’t imagined that. His cock bulging from his boxer-briefs, threatening to shred through the fabric. Much larger than you had pictured based on his height and weight, which was already pretty large.

His hand unconsciously massaged his aching dick, and that brought you back to reality. You tilted your head, crossing your ankles over the edge of the bed. “Why are you touching yourself?” You asked, sitting closer to the edge of the bed. “My mouth is right here.”

Robby’s eyes widened slightly, even though he had plenty of blowjobs in his lifetime. But something about your tone excited him. That you were eager to suck him off. You reached a hand out and snatched the waistband of his boxer-briefs, reeling him closer. Then, in one swift motion, you pulled them down, and his cock sprang out, nearly smacking your jaw.

Fucking glorious. Cut, veined, thick, and tilting down from the sheer weight. Your mouth watered at the sight, and your pussy clenched in preparation for later. You wrapped your hand around his cock, barely fitting your grasp, and brushed the tip of your tongue across the head. Robby grasped the back of his neck with both hands, groaning at the lightest touch. You licked up the pearls of his precum, indulging in the salty appetizer. Your moans of delight and its resonance sent a shiver up his spine. He grasped a fistful of your hair to ground himself.

“Listen, kid, I’m not gonna be able to last very long if you keep-” He began.

But you cut him off by plunging down his length with your mouth until your nose was snug against his pelvis. The yell he let out was visceral and animalistic. You half expected him to yank at your hair, but instead he pushed you deeper. Your throat stretched with his length, surely bruising your soft palette. You pulled away, mouth watering even more from the gag reflex. 

Robby whispered your name, but you sunk down on him again, drawing another carnal scream from his vocal cords. This time, you remained in place, letting him feel with his free hand the stretch in your esophagus from his cock. He pulled away this time, refusing to let himself come in your mouth.

With impressive ease, Robby man-handled your body and tossed you up further on the bed, crawling over you until his face hovered above yours. “You can take care of me another time.” He whispered, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. “Tonight is about you.”

Your eyes were lost in his again, and for a moment, neither of you moved. But in that moment of peace, you felt a dangerous vulnerability. Your brows furrowed, holding back unexpected tears. “This isn’t a one-night stand, right?” You whispered.

Robb’s face softened, almost to sadness that he hadn’t already convinced you otherwise. With one elbow propping him above your body, he used his free hand to brush some disheveled strands of hair from your face. “Listen to me.” He ordered with the same authority he used in the hospital. “I told you I can’t do casual hookups. I meant that. This is something that I’ve wanted for an embarrassingly long time. I’m right here, right now. And I will be right here tomorrow.” He continued. “And the next day.” He pressed a kiss to your collarbone. “And the next day.” A kiss to your neck. “And the ne-”

You cut him off with a cheerful kiss, smiling against his lips. Robby let his body press heavier against yours in the moment of innocent love, although you wouldn’t say that out loud for another couple of months. “Michael.” You breathed against his mouth.

He hummed in response, moving his lips down your jaw, tempted to leave territorial marks on your neck for the rest of the Pitt staff to see. You grabbed his face so his eyes met yours again, forcing the connection. “I am begging you. Please fuck me.” You whispered.

Robby finally gave in, deciding he had worshipped you long enough for tonight. With a nod, he reached down and lined his cock up to your entrance, The tip nudged against your threshold, and you gave him a nod of confirmation. Slowly, every inch of him buried deeper, deeper inside you. The stretch of your pussy was paralyzing, and you couldn’t make a sound despite your open mouth.

Once he sank all the way, maxing out at the hilt, he gave a pathetic grunt. “Oh, fucking hell.” He breathed, unable to move from the overpowering tightness of your walls.

For a minute, you both remained still to adjust to each other. Tears welled in your eyes again at the overexpansion of your pussy. Then he began to move. In and out. In and out. A slow, molasses pace to start out. Your breaths were heavy to adjust to his unprecedented size, and his breaths staggered to hold his orgasm back from your tightness. But as he continued to move, you eventually began to meet him in the middle. 

Vulgar squelching sounds of your sopping wet pussy meeting the wall of his firm pelvis filled the bedroom. His hips pistoned into yours, the pace becoming steadier and controlled. His eyes never left your face, which scrunched in ecstasy and bliss. He wished he could save that image forever. 

There were other positions he wanted to fuck you in. On your knees in his bed, ass in the air. Against the wall of an on-call room. In the backseat of his truck on a hiking trip. Riding him reverse cowgirl on his living room couch. But right now was for both of you. For the months of stolen glances at each other in the Pitt, lingering hands while trading CPR positions, hopeful wishes that the other showed up on a random night shift assignment.

Robby dropped his head to capture your lips as he railed into you. Gratefully, you returned the kiss, grasping the short strands of hair on the back of his head. His Star of David pendant slapped against your chin over and over and over. “Michael.” You whispered in the same cadence that alerted your first orgasm.

He nodded, reaching down to your clit again to work you through the next release. “That’s right. I can feel you getting ready.” He guided, circling your sensitive spot again and again. “Come for me one more time.” He pleaded.

It didn’t take much for your high to snap again. Your walls clenched around his cock, soaking it further. Robby grunted at each squeeze of your pussy, hips becoming weaker as he neared his own climax. 

“I’m almost there.” He breathed. “Where do you want me?”

Your eyes snapped open through your dazed bliss, and your legs wrapped around his waist. “Inside me. Please, Michael. I want to feel you.” You pleaded.

That was all Robby needed to hear. A few more vulnerable grunts, and he erupted inside you. Each hot rope of cum was an unusual sensation. He was the first person you allowed to come inside you, let alone beg. He collapsed on top of you, chest heaving. Your hand lazily ran through his sweat-soaked hair. 

“I’ve wanted that for a long time.” You admitted, rubbing circles with your other hand on his slippery back.

Robby pressed a gentle kiss to your dewy chest. “Me too.” He agreed.

For a few minutes longer, while your vitals returned to normal, there was peace and quiet for the first time that night. Just exhausted bodies clinging together, enjoying the silence in each other’s presence.

Finally, Robby sat up. “Wait here.” He instructed before heading to his bathroom. You heard the shower start, and he emerged with a dampened wash cloth. 

He sat on the edge of his bed, dark hair slack against his forehead from sweat. He cleaned you up with the cloth, making sure nothing was left behind. Then, he placed a hand to the side of your face, cradling it. “Let’s shower and go to bed, okay?” He whispered,

You agreed and followed him to the bathroom. You both reveled in the warmth of the shower, washing each other and kissing until the water turned icy cold. Robby supplied you with a fluffy towel to dry off with, a New Orleans t-shirt, and a pair of his boxer briefs as pajama pants. Once you both settled into his bed again, he pulled you close. Closer than any man had ever held you at night.

“Gotta work tomorrow?” He mumbled against your wet hair.

You shook your head. “No. Seven on, seven off.” You whispered. “What about you?”

“Nope. Seven on, seven off.” He replied.

And with the next week off, you both had plenty of opportunity to make up for lost time.

[p0lyn3sian]

Hiiii can I request a selfcare day with the slashers? Like their s/o some how convinced them to do a mini spa day? Clay mask, manicure, etc? :))

OFFFCCC, THESE SLASHERS NEED TO TAKE A SPA DAY!!

Slashers: Patrick, Norman, Carrie, Chucky (Charles) & Tiffany, Sinclair brothers, Billy & Stu, The Lost Boys, Hannibal & Will, Jason, RZ Michael, Thomas & Bubba, & Billy Lenz & Brahms!!

(This was not really accurate, because I've never been to a spa before, also I really wrote this kinda fast so there might be a lot of repeated words, so I'm so sorry!!)

Slashers x S/O doing a mini spa day!

Patrick:

Patrick wanted a spa day with you after all his anger he put on people.. So he reserved an expensive spa place for you and him! You didn't know how to pay Patrick back for taking you to an expensive spa, but he just says that it doesn't matter, and that his darling needed a spa day too!

Patrick ordered manicures for you, clay masks, massages, etc! There was so much that Patrick ordered for both of you, and he decided to reserve the whole damn place too! Because he didn't want to be bothered by other people.

Once you were done with your manicures, he pulled you into the massage room, and the people started massaging. Your muscles were really tight, due to the stress, and now you feel so relaxed and so does Patrick too! After massages, Patrick pulled you into the sauna room and rubbed the clay onto your face, and then he did his. Feeling even more relaxed in the hot sauna, you and Patrick are so glad you guys decided to do a spa day off of things that stresses both of you out.

Norman:

You suggested to Norman about a little spa day with you and him, since you've seen him always stressed out about something. Of course Norman wanted to take a day off of work and have a mini spa day with you! Norman had things for the spa day, because he does own a motel for bath stuff too!

Luckily your own home has a bath tub that would fit both you in, so you started turning on warm or hot water. Norman got bath bombs, things to make the clay masks, etc! Norman was so ready for this little mini spa day with you!Norman plopped 1 or 2 bath bombs that smell like flowers that you love to smell, and started making the clay masks. You took the bowl from him and told him that he had to relax, and that you will do everything prepared for him.

Norman then nodded his head and took his clothes off, and went into the water. After you did the clay masks, you then said to Norman you'll be right back, because you are going to get something. You came back with two bowls, one with melted chocolate and one with strawberries! You then pulled a chair and a small foldable table and sat down, and you started massaging Norman's head praising him for how wonderful he is, and also feeding chocolate strawberries!

Carrie:

You and Carrie have been planning a spa day as an anniversary on the day you two became best friends, or being girlfriends! You two decided to go to a spa that was nearby in your neighborhood, and the usual people that know you two welcomed you both in! Because you two loved to get manicures from there!

You then told the person that was working at the front desk, that you and Carrie are gonna do a spa day! They immediately got their people to prepare for the spa, clay masks, etc!

Then your spa room was ready, you and Carrie both walked into the room and felt the humid air on your skin, just the perfect temperature! You both then went into the spa and immediately felt relaxed, you then put clay on your face and Carrie's, and you then massaged her back. Just a nice relaxing spa day with your bestie/girlfriend Carrie!

Chucky (Charles) & Tiffany:

You and Tiffany were planning to go to a spa for relaxation, but Chucky heard your conversation and wanted to tag along since he wanted to relax too. You invited Chucky too since you got paid on Friday for this special occasion for everyone to just relax!

Walking into the spa it felt really welcoming, the decoration, colors, everything! You and Tiffany were ready for the spa and everything, but Chucky didn't want to do spa stuff, he thinks it's only for women..

That's okay, you didn't want to force him into anything that you and Tiffany like! You two immediately got ready for the spa, skin routine, clay masks, etc! After you two were done doing your routine, you both then went into the spa and immediately felt relaxed! Chucky just watched you two have the time of your lives, happy that you both are having fun, even him too!

Sinclair Brothers: (Bo, Vincent, & Lester)

You decided to make a spa day for them without telling them about it, since they've always been stressed out about something. You got everything ready for the brother, the warm bath, clay masks, etc! Right now you are taking them to your spa, blindfolded. A little trip and hits from tree branches over there and here, until you all arrived!

You pulled their blindfolds over their heads, and they were amazed to see a steaming built spa, some sweets/food, and a lot of other things too! Both Lester and Bo immediately went into the steaming spa and felt relaxed, but Vincent was taking his time. All three of them are now in the spa, and you grab some sweets/food and drinks.

You were happy they liked what you have done, all three of them were so relaxed! You then told them that you got snacks for them, and immediately Lester came by and wanted you to hand feed them. You laughed, and started feeding him snacks, Bo and Vincent just got their snacks. Everything was perfect for everyone!

Billy & Stu:

These two love snooping around your room, for stuff.. They looked at your colorful calendar to see what plans you have for this week. They've seen 'pay bills,' 'pay electricity bills,' so many damn bills they thought. Until their eyes landed on a Saturday and they read it, 'Spa days with my boys!!'

Billy and Stu put on their "poker face" and totally did not read your calendar! They went downstairs to see you cooking, and felt bad because after seeing that your calendar was full of bills and other important things, they wanted to help you! Billy grabbed the wooden cooking spoon from your hand, and by your surprise you were about to say something until Stu walked you over the table and let you sit down.

Once it was Saturday, they were so ready for you to take them to the spa! You told them that you all will be going to the spa! Arriving at the spa, you have already made a reservation for a room, and these two already hopped into the spa! You took your sweet sweet time putting on your clay mask, and you hopped into the spa too! Billy and Stu then started making fun of you, because of the stuff that was on your face! Which yes you almost got out of the spa and went somewhere because of their rudeness, but they pulled you back in. Laughter just filling in the air, while making splashes everywhere in the spa!

The Lost Boys: (David, Dwayne, Paul, & Marko)

Since these vampires can't go out in the sun, you planned their spa at night! You made it a surprise, so you had to put on masks to cover their eyes so that they wouldn't peek. Everything was ready, the spa, snacks, etc!

You uncovered all their eyes and let them see! The boys looked around the place you did, and walked towards the hot spa. Paul and Marko already took off their clothes and went in, feeling relieved and relaxed. David and Dwayne think that the steaming water will burn them, but looking at Paul and Marko it didn't seem they were screaming in pain or anything, so they went in too!

All of the boys started splashing water at each other's faces, making messes, and just being boys! Once you came by with the snacks, they wanted you to feed them, so you did! All the boys thought that you were coming to the spa, but you said it was for them. They all said their thanks since you did so much work for your vampires! They love you so much that you took your time with the spa, and how you take care of them too!

Hannibal & Will:

You had to take these two to a spa, because Will is always stressed out, and Hannibal needs to take his mind off of his killing.. So you pulled Hannibal and Will into the car and drove off. They asked you where you were taking them, and you just answered with a 'somewhere fun'.

You then parked your car and got outside with Will and Hannibal. Hannibal and Will looked at the store and thought that you were taking them shopping, but once they walked inside it was one of those spa places! They saw you talking to a front desk lady, probably thinking that you were paying, which they tried to stop you from paying. You told them you have already paid a reservation, and that you told them to follow you!

Hannibal and Will felt bad that you paid for the reservation for them! You told them not to worry about anything and that they just needed to relax! So they took your word and took off their clothes, and went into the spa. You did the same thing, since you felt really stressed too. You all felt really relaxed afterwards, and these two decided to take you all out to an expensive restaurant since you paid for the spa!

Jason:

Jason loves to look at magazines during his free time, and his eyes came across a page about spa! Jason then came running to you feeling all giddy about it, and you thought it was an earthquake since the cabin was shaking!

Then it stopped once Jason came to you, Jason showed you why he came running down the hall to you, and you looked at what he was pointing at and saw he was pointing at a spa. Relaxed people having fun, snacks, clay masks, etc! So you told Jason you would do that for him! Jason shook his head, and signed in sign language that he wanted to help you with building the spa and everything else!

You and Jason started building a spa that was like the one in the magazine, but a little different! After building the spa, Jason worked on doing the snacks and you did the stuff you both need for the spa! Jason then worked on putting a filter for the spa water, because since the only water there is, it's the lake water. You then came outside seeing Jason already prepared the spa, snacks, and the decorations! After all that hard work, you both finally went into the spa and everything was perfect, just a romantic spa with Jason!

RZ! Michael:

Spa day at home, because this Tarzan looking dude, is everywhere where he is wanted! You wanted to do a spa day for Michael, because you have a feeling that his hair is tangled, and he also needed to take a bath since he reeks of blood from his victims and animals..

You started a warm bubble bath, grabbed some body wash, shampoo, & conditioner. You then waited until the bath was filled almost to the top. Once the bathtub was filled, you then walked downstairs to get some snacks, and went back up. Michael then wondered what you were doing, and walked upstairs to where you were.Michael then saw you sitting down, and you looked at him and told him to come and shut the door. Michael then did what you asked and walked over to you, you then pointed at the bathtub and said that he had to take a bath.

Since there were bubbles in the bath, Michael immediately took off his clothes and went inside. Bubble baths is what makes Michael entertained, and it also reminds him of his mom doing his bath too! You squirted some conditioner on your hand and started untangling Michael's hair. After a little while of untangling his hair, you then fed Michael some snacks and told him that he did a great job of not complaining of showering! Just giving love and praise to Michael for doing such a great job!

Thomas & Bubba:

It was just a normal hot sunny day in Texas, and you have been working on doing a spa day with these two! Nice ice cold water for both of them, since their skin is always hot during hardworking days like these. Killing off people and making them as meat.

You got the ice bath ready, snacks, clay, etc! Now you have to tell them that they can come outside! You walked your home and told Thomas and Bubba that it was ready, Bubba got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked towards you, Thomas did the same too.

Walking to the backyard, Thomas and Bubba looked at the whole thing you made just for them! A nice cold bath, snacks, drinks, and some other stuff that they didn't know you made too! Since it was still hot outside almost all the ice melted, so it was still cold and Thomas and bubba love you so much that you took the time to make all this just for them. You also wanted to feed them some snacks which they let you! Luda Mae looked outside seeing that you made a spa for them, but with cold baths which she laughed at. But she was really happy that both boys are having fun and relaxing at the same time!

Billy Lenz & Brahms:

Doing a spa day is good for these two, because they always smell bad whenever they walk around the house. That's why these two are trying to find you in Brahms big mansion, until they found you in a big room that's like a big sauna room.

They looked at what you were doing at the spa, the snacks that were nearby, etc! You turned around and saw Billy and Brahms looking everywhere in the spa. You then walked to the door, closed it, and locked it just in case those two tried to run out from not taking a bath.. They wanted to know what was all this, until you told them that they had to take a bath. They fled to the door, but it was locked and saw that you were giving them your glare.

They sluggishly walked to the bath that was full of warm water with bubbles, took off their clothes, and went inside. You then placed the snack on a little foldable table, you grabbed a shower cloth and started scrubbing off all the dirt off of those two. You then grabbed the treats and fed them, they felt so relaxed and happy that you fed and washed them!

[princessfoxington]

Spoilers for Poppy Playtime Chapter 4!

Do not click read more if you haven't seen or played Chapter 4 yet!

Me and my sister watched 8-bit Ryan play chapter 4, and here's what we got from it!

This game is getting darker and more morbid with each chapter being released! I mean, look at the body count we've got in this chapter!!!!

Both Pianosaurous and Yarnaby were robbed of potential. They trolled us with Pianosaurous's introduction in which he's killed by Doey 5 seconds after we get to see him! and Yarnaby was promoted the most for this chapter, but he didn't get much screen time or have any important role!

Harley Sawyer A.K.A The Doctor is a spectacular villain, and (honestly kinda hot) WHAT? NOTHING! SHUT UP!

I lost my shit when I found out Doey the Doughman is voiced by non other than Michael Kovach! Who also voices: Jax from TADC, Rocky Rickaby from Lackadaisy, Angel Dust from The Hazbin Hotel Pilot, N from Murder Drones, and The Puppet guy from Billie Bust Up. ( I know the puppets name, I just don't know how to spell it and I'm too lazy to search up.)

I hate the fact that The crew behind Poppy Playtime keeps introducing us to lovable characters and then killing them off minutes later!!!! I'M NOT OVER DOGDAY AND I WILL NEVER BE OVER DOEY!!!! 😢

I realize The Player has quite a body count if you think about it: Mommy Long-Legs, Miss Delight, Catnap, Harley Sawyer, and Doey The Doughman! ( I don't really think Yarnaby counts)

I feel like when we finally meet The Prototype, not only will he be terrifying as fuck, but he might pull this "You're just as awful as I am, so you might as well join me" thing on us.

I think we all knew Ollie was The Prototype in disguise. However, The Prototype did mention that there used to be an Ollie. Either he killed Ollie years ago, Or he meant is as a way of saying the boy he was before is gone. Maybe he used to be Ollie, or maybe I'm crazy!

My sweet Kissy Missy! 💗 I'm so glad she's alive, but I wouldn't be surprised if she ends up sacrificing herself for us in the next chapter. After all, she's pretty much the only one we have left to trust.

I feel bad for Poppy, but I also think she's a bit selfish and not empathetic as she was planning on sacrificing innocent loves (and even herself) just to kill the prototype! She's scared, I know that, but she didn't seem to care about The Player, Kissy, Doey, or anyone in safe haven.

Doey's monster form is sad to look at knowing that he is not one entity of a child, but three: Mathew, Kevin, and Jack. We know how Jack became part of Doey, but I'm not sure how the other two children were added into him.

WE ALL KNEW!!!! WE ALL FUCKING KNEW THAT HUGGY WUGGY WAS ALIVE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH-

He looks like he has the same injuries as Kissy. He even lost an arm or maybe just a hand. I almost had a thought that maybe He and Kissy or the same, but than I realized how stupid that is! I tend to overthink details when I'm excited!!!!

One more thing, poor Riley.....😭

Well, now we've got to wait another year for the next chapter of Poppy Playtime. Do you think next chapter will be the last?

[kuronarnze]

Hello!

How are you?☆

I wanted to ask if you could do a fluff Kaiser x reader oneshot? I don't have anything particular in mind so feel free to write anything you like!

Have a great day!☆

a/n: helloooo!! Im gooddd, ty! just have been kinda busy with school works since im graduating sooonn, how about youu? Thank you for requesting !! Ooo yes kaiser fluff, i hope kaiser isnt really ooc here since i kinda rushed, enjoyyy !

Michael Kaiser x Reader !

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“The Only One”

Kaiser had never liked being touched.

Not in the playful shoulder slaps from his teammates, not in the congratulatory high-fives from teammates, and definitely not in the too-familiar pats on the back from coaches or staff.

It always felt…wrong. Like his body tensed before his mind could even register what was happening. Like his skin remembered things before he did.

He hated it.

So when you joined Bastard München as a manager, he had kept his distance, observing you from afar with cool, detached eyes. You were kind to everyone. Smart. Gentle. The type of person who smiled when passing someone in the hall, even if they didn’t smile back.

You didn’t treat him like he was special. You also didn’t treat him like he was a monster.

You were just… you.

And somehow, that made all the difference.

It started small.

You handed him his water bottle during a break and your fingers accidentally brushed his. He didn’t flinch. You didn’t notice.

The next day, you adjusted the scarf around his neck because it was snowing out and he never dressed warm enough. “You’ll get sick,” you had said simply, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like it didn’t send a ripple of something warm through his chest.

He didn’t say anything. But he didn’t pull away either.

One night, he was lying on the couch in the common lounge after a long training session. Everyone else had cleared out. You found him there, eyes closed, headphones in, his usual confident mask off.

You sat down near him quietly. Close, but not too close. He cracked one eye open.

“You looked tired,” you said. “I won’t bother you.”

But you were already a bother. In the most confusing, peaceful way.

He closed his eye again and didn’t tell you to leave.

Later that week, you found him on the rooftop. The sky was cloudy, and the wind bit at your cheeks, but he was just standing there, arms crossed, eyes on the horizon.

“You okay?” you asked gently.

He didn’t answer. You waited.

He finally spoke, voice quiet. “Do you…like touching people or something?”

You blinked. “I like showing I care. I don’t do it with just anyone, though.”

He looked at you like that didn’t make any sense.

“…You touched me,” he said.

You tilted your head, watching him carefully. “Did it bother you?”

There was a long pause. Then—he shook his head.

“No,” he said quietly. “It didn’t.”

That was a first.

A few days later, after a tough match, he found you in the hallway. You were organizing equipment, sleeves rolled up, hair a little messy. You looked up when you saw him.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there. Watching you.

“Kaiser?” you asked softly.

"Michael." He corrected.

He stepped forward. Hesitant. Like someone walking into sunlight after years of darkness.

And then—he hugged you.

Just like that.

His arms around your shoulders. Your cheek against his chest. One of his hands gently cupping the back of your head.

It wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t dramatic.

It was…safe.

“I don’t know why,” he muttered, voice low, “but it’s only you. I don’t feel weird when you touch me.”

Your arms wrapped around him just as gently. “I’m glad,” you whispered.

He buried his face in your hair, exhaling slowly.

“Don’t let go yet,” he said.

You didn’t.

From then on, little touches became your language. You’d brush his bangs from his eyes after practice. He’d nudge your knee under the table. Sometimes, when no one was around, he’d take your hand and just…hold it.

And every time, he’d think: It’s only you. Always you.

End.

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Oh gosh, kaiser seems so ooc, but oh well.

Thank you so much for reading !!

[rekino2114]

Blue lock girls reacting to you giving them an assist

A/n:first blue lock post with some of my favorites. Also, in most posts I'll do, they will play mixed. Just don't question it

Fem!meguru bachira

She jumps on your back and starts cheering and laughing uncontrollably

"Woooooh! That pass was insane y/n!"

"I-it's nothing babe, you were the one to score anyway"

"But I wouldn't have done that if it weren't for you, I knew the monster inside you would have chose me!"

"O-ok but can you......"

"What?"

"Get off my bac-"

You two fall down while Bachira continues laughing

Fem!rin itoshi

Rin just accepts your high five when you offer it to her (to the rest of PXG's surprise) and compliments you

"Hey nice pass"

"Oh thanks, you made a nice goal too"

She then pulls her jersey over her mouth to hide a blush

"If you want.....I can give you an assist later too"

"Oh~ what is this? Bottom eyelashes offering someone an assist? That's not something you see everyday"

"Yep, she's really head's over heels for y/n, isn't she~😈" (that's the weird demon emoji Charles does btw)

"SHUT UP YOU LUKEWARM IDIOTS"

Fem!sae itoshi

She doesn't do that much, just nods at you with her usual cold face

"Hey sae, nice goal"

".....thanks......your pass, it was nice too. Almost as good as mine"

"Oh thanks a lot, I'm glad you think so"

Later in the match, she continues giving you passes so you can score too. It's her way of saying thanks

When you do score, she compliments you and belittles the rest of her team for being in your way because you're "the only one who can receive her passes"

Fem!shidou ryusei

She immediately tackles you to the ground and starts making out with you passionately. You're genuinely worried she might take off her shirt knowing her

"Y/n! Y/n! That reaction we just had was so amazing~ it was so so so much fuuuun~!!!"

"T-thanks shi, but that wasn't anything special it was just a pass"

"What are you talking about? That was an amazing explosion, like all of the ones you do, and I mean all of them~"

"W-wha-"

Rin has to basically tear her off of you while you're blushing profusely when the match has to restart

Fem!seishiro nagi

She rubs her eyes and smiles slightly when she sees you approaching and helping her get up

"Thanks"

"Hm? For what?"

"For the assist, it was perfect, that's why I scored"

"Please it was all you, no one else could have scored a goal that amazing"

"Ah, thanks do you mind giving me more assists like that? I wanna do a hat trick"

"Oh for sure"

You two high five and walk back to the field.....while reo is looking at you jealousy

Fem!Michael kaiser

She immediately pulls you into a dip kiss, holding you with one arm while showing off her tattoo with the other, meanwhile ness is cheering and clapping for you in the background

"M-michelle, here? Really? It's being broadcasted live"

"As was your amazing assist and my amazing goal mein schatz. We need to show everyone how wonderful of a couple we are, both in football and in our private life"

She somehow makes sure that the goal is on all the major German football channels and everyone is talking about you two

And definitely brags about it to isagi Non-Stop

Fem!Alexis ness

She kinda can't believe she actually scored since she usually just passes to you or kaiser. But after the shock wears off she goes and hugs you tightly

"Y/n! Did you see that? I scored!"

"Yeah, that was amazing lexi!"

"O-oh please no it was all because of you, you passed to me? I can't believe it, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you"

She keeps thanking you for basically the entire day and looks at you with that adorable smile of hers that melts your heart

She talks to kaiser about it later and he actually compliments her on it, which just takes her over the moon

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

"Well someone's home early." Darry ruffles Pony's hair as he tries to slip past him 'n into the hall. Pony ducks under his hand, makes a small noise in hello. Darry immediately straightens up, notes the lack of work shirt he left with this mornin'. "Ponyboy Michael back it up 'n bring it here."

Pony lets out a long groan but turns 'n trudges back. Darry rakes his eyes over him. Pony stares at the ground. "Why are you back so early?"

"'Cause I got fired ok! Jesus!" Pony throws his arms up, stomps the ground, 'n whips his head to look back at his older brother.

"You what?" Pony lets out a huff 'n quick smart Darry's hand flies up to cuff him around the ear. "Pony this is the fourth time what the hell happened? And let me tell you it better be a damn good reason."

Pony can only match Darry's glare for a moment before he drops back down to starin' at the carpet. "I kinda called a customer a bitch."

"You huh?"

"Look, Darry, you weren't there so lay off, ok! She was talkin' to me like a was trash, alright? I dunno. She was actin' like I was stupid 'n she called me a son of a bitch 'n I told her I wasn't her damn son last I checked." Pony hitches his shoulder 'n Darry is suddenly glad Pony's scowlin' down at the carpet by the way his lips twitch. It wasn't funny.

"Ponyboy Michael since when has it ever been ok in this house to call a woman that?"

"Since she deserved it real bad." Pony mutters 'n Darry's fingers catch his temple. "Ow."

"I outta skin you just for that."

"Aw, Dar, look. I'm sorry, ok? I ain't discriminatin' or nothin'. If she'd have been a guy he would have been actin' like a bitch too." Pony scuffs his toe on the floor 'n Darry shakes his head in bewilderment.

Glory, sometimes Pony would say somethin' 'n it would make Darry feel like he was twenty 'n Pony was fourteen again 'n Pony's moods were enough to make him want to put the kid's head through a wall. 'N then he'd blink 'n they were sixteen 'n ten 'n he actually would. But that one hurts a bit 'cause then they had someone to holler 'n make them make up.

"Pony, how old are you?" Pony rolls his eyes, already knows Darry's line.

"Too old?" Pony glances up 'n Darry arranges his features into a passable impression of their ma's does it look like I'm laughin', mister? glare.

"Too damn old." Darry nods firmly. "You're sixteen now, Pone. You need to get a hold of that mouth. How many times are we gonna have to have this conversation?"

"Too damn many times- yeouch!" Darry's palm clips the back of his head 'n Pony's hair falls into his eyes.

"Don't you go gettin' fresh with me lil' boy." Pony's dry humor suddenly falls away 'n he's spittin' mad.

"Darry, you wouldn't get it, alright? I'm sick of workin' for a bunch of assholes who treat me like shit 'n takin' bull all day from people who look at me like I was born to spit shine their shoes. You just don't get it." Darry sighs, rubs a hand over his eyes.

"Pony, c'mere." This has become their routine. Back 'n forth, stern, sarcastic, angry, tired. Pony seethes but allows Darry to push him to drop down into one of their kitchen chairs. "I wouldn't understand, kid? I've been bustin' my back since you were twelve on the roofs of people who think greasers were born to bag their groceries 'n clean their floors. If anyone gets it, Pone, I do."

Some of the tension drops out of Pony's shoulders 'n he worries at his lip.

"You think Soda likes havin' to work on the cars or people who treated him like a failure 'n a dead-end dropout when he quit school?" Pony winces but Darry is damn tired of havin' to chase the kid around his own self-righteousness so he drives the lesson home with, "Do you think Dad liked patchin' up shingles from dawn til dusk? Or ma washin' the clothes of the women she used to meet after school who married up 'n moved west 'n forgot all it took was a bit of bad luck to end up right back on the East side? Sometimes the world ain't fair, Pone. Don't mean you get to lose your temper every time someone gets your goat."

The angers dropped right out of Pony 'n Darry sighs, pulls his chair so the kid can lean against his chest. He does without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, Dar. Sometimes... I dunno. It ain't fair. You're ten times the person those assholes in their fancy houses will ever be. Soda don't deserve to be treated like he's stupid. I just... I dunno. How do you deal with it?" Pony pulls his head back, blinks up at him with those green eyes that look like the sea after a storm's rolled through.

"Y'know... back when I first started workin' with Dad, a thousand years ago," Pony snorts, "I was mad about that all the time. God, I couldn't stand the way they looked at him. The way they talked about us. I didn't know how the hell he did it." Darry strokes his hand absent-mindedly through Pony's hair 'n he presses closer to him.

"It was just too much for me one day. We were behind schedule 'n behind on men 'n the guy who had hired us was hollerin' his head off 'n I turned right around 'n socked him right in his nose." Pony sits back suddenly, eyes round in surprise.

"You?" Darry chuckles, brushes Pony's bangs off his face.

"Yeah, kid, I don't know why you're so shocked. We've had enough fights to last a lifetime." Pony rolls his eyes, shifts around in his chair.

"I guess, I dunno. You always have it so locked down."

"Yeah, well, I do now. But it took a lot of time. Glory, maybe you were too young to remember properly but I swear sometimes I turn around 'n it's like dealin' with a younger me." Darry snorts at a memory 'n Pony raises an eyebrow. "I remember one time ma had gotten so sick of me 'n she told me she hoped one day I had a kid just like how I was to give me the same grief. Glory, I think she'd be laughin' now."

Pony's smile is a little wet but it's there 'n Darry won't mention it as long as Pony doesn't point out Darry wipin' at his eyes with the back of his sleeves. "What did Dad do? When you punched that guy?"

"Well, he was plenty mad. He sat me down 'n I told him it was unfair that we had to take whatever kinda treatment they decided to give us. 'N he grabbed me by the shoulders 'n looked at me like he always did when he was real serious 'n he said Darrel you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar."

Pony's face twists up in confusion 'n Darry laughs. God, he could look straight back through the years 'n picture himself starin' up at their dad the same way. "What does that have to do with anythin'?"

"I'll tell ya, kid. He dragged me back in the next day 'n made me apologize 'n then he shook the man's hand 'n left him with this sticky sweet smile 'n promise that he was real sorry for me 'n my behavior. Then he hauled me up a ladder 'n showed me how he would repair the man's roof so it would hold for another six months. Exactly. 'N when we left he shook hands 'n left him his card with the offer to come back if anythin' else ever went wrong. 'N you know what? The man was so impressed with his attitude 'n his work when that roof went up again in six months he called dad right back."

Darry chuckles 'n refocuses on Pony whose jaw is damn near on the floor. "That true?"

"Now, don't go makin' a liar out of me. Every word."

"Shit. You know? That sounds just like Dad."

"And he was right. Look, it sucks kid. It does. People are never gonna look at you like they should. There are always gonna be assholes who think they're better than you. You keep your damn head up 'n it doesn't matter at all. You fix the roof. 'N if it leaks you make sure you make yourself a lastin' impression."

Pony bites his lip, plays with the bottom of his shirt. It takes another minute but he nods, shoots Darry a lil' grin. "You know, I'm sure I left an impression."

"Yeah, like the type of impression I'm about to leave on your ass, kid." Pony yowls indignantly 'n dives off his chair to get away from Darry's snatch. Darry doesn't go for him again, settlin' for rollin' his eyes 'n not meanin' it at all.

"Hey, Dar?"

"Yeah, kid?"

"I'm gonna go back to the store tomorrow 'n ask for my job back. D'you mind... vouchin' for me?" Darry studies him for a moment. Pony's heart always was too big. The unfairness would always hurt. But the kid would figure out how to muddle by. Darry had.

"Sure, Pone. Just this time? Don't go ruinin' my reputation by callin' no one a bitch." Pony grins 'n opens his mouth. Darry cuts him off with a pointed finger 'n a raised brow. "Even if they deserve it real bad."

[writingoddess1125]

Could we have more of Price with his 3 kids and his wife please?

Love your wiring btw, I don't normally go poking into other fandoms but you got me reading outside your cod stuff too

Thank you! ❤️ And I'm glad you're enjoying the other fandoms I got here!

And Also- Per request!

How Did You Know?

FemReader X John Price

OOC Sons and John Price

Micheal 15, Moses 11, Emmey 6

Family Fluff + Some very mild suggestive themes

<<< Masterlist

The Price family was having a Lazy night in.

Currently watching some random ass comic book movie, John laid across the couch with you laying on him, your back to his chest and lower body tucked between his legs. Emmey asleep on your stomach as you rubbed his back gently.

The mountain of half empty chinese take away was on the table waiting to be picked up later as Moses sat on the floor engrossed in the movie and eating the remaining of his orange chicken.

Micheal half watching the movie and scrolling through his phone laying on the love seat.

It was peaceful and at least for John a perfect night-

"Hey Dad,"

Moses suddenly spoke up snapping John from the movie, the boy tilting his head back to look at thw two of you cuddled into each other.

"How did you know you were gonna marry Mum?"

John raised a brow. "Why ya wanna know?"

Moses shrugged eating another peice of chicken, seeming the age of 'Why this and That' seemed to have kicked in.

John glanced at you with a smirk before looking back at his middle child.

"Oh, well that’s an easy one actually, It all started at a really crazy party."

Michael perked up a bit and looked away from his phone. "A party?"

John nodded, scratching his beard a bit.

"Yeah. Your mom and I met there since a mate of mine decided to throw one on his first leave after graduation and we were all doing dumb shit- And thats when I first saw your Mom- Doing Jello Shots in the kitchen"

He smiled as his hand did a arch over his head like it was a magical moment. Making your eyes roll.

"We clicked instantly, talked all night, and decided to meet up the next day for a lunch date."

You groaned a bit at the memory and start to giggle. "Worst idea ever."

"Why?" Michael asked.

"Because," John grinned, "We were both horribly hungover."

The boys giggled while you shook head remembering this vividly. "I remember I crawled down the stairs of my flat and barely made it to that restaurant."

John nodded in agreement.

"So there we were, barely functioning, sitting across from each other. We didn’t even bother making conversation- we just ordered food and got straight to eating."

He paused, smiling at the memory. "I remember looking up from my doner meat and chips, feeling like my soul was finally coming back to me, and there was your mom devouring her food like it was the last thing on earth- Not a ounce of care in the world."

You snorted a laugh. "Hey, it was that or puke on you."

John chuckled. "And that’s when it hit me I thought, Yeah. This is the one. I could look at her every damn day like this-"

The Moses shook his head at this clearly not truly understanding "That’s so weird!"

"But also kinda sweet, So you essentially knew youd marry Mum from the first time you met her?" Michael questioned.

John nodded and kissed the top of your head, smiling at you softly. "Pretty much."

You blushing softly and looking up at him with a gently smile on your face.

"And after that thought- I immediately took your Mom back to my flat and we ban-"

You smacked his arm so fast to stop him as a blush went over your cheeks. John laughing hard as Michael immediately knew what his dad was about to say and wrinkled his nose.

"Gross-"

He grumbled, John still chuckling to himself.

"Well you had to get here somehow so don't complain-"

John cackled, as Moses turned his head to the side confused.

"What do you mean? How Michael got here?"

Moses asked as you covered yohr face with your hand and giggling mostly from embarrassment. Trying to keep Emmey from walking up still as John continued to laugh, Michael looking back at his phone shaking his head.

"Wait but what does that mean??"

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashers x Reader || Blurbs

Topic: How they undress you 😅 What the experience of being undressed by them is like XD

Includes: Bubba Sawyer, Chucky Lee Ray, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, and Michael Myers.

Warnings: Some smutty themes.

~

Bubba Sawyer: His hands are sweaty and he doesn't seem to understand (or care) how your limbs work- he's just trynna get this over with as soon as possible. Either he just really wants to see you naked (If y'all are in a mood~), or he wants to get you redressed super quick (If he's helping you cuz you're injured or something) before he gets horny and mortifies himself 😅 He'll be worrying his bottom lip the whole time.

Chucky Lee Ray: Doesn't undress you. This is unnecessary and the redress effort is always too damn inconvenient (Its likely that y'all are in some semi-public place so someone could walk in at any moment). He's a 'pull the pants down to your knees, yank your shirt up over your tits and we're ready to roll' kinda man. Bing bang boom. And honestly- just be glad, because his hands are cold as hell.

Freddy Krueger: Okay so first of all, there is nary a moment throughout this ordeal that he is not verbally teasing you. Making you as flustered as possible. And he draws it out as long as he possibly can, too, because he is an asshole who likes you to be embarrassed and nervous. He thrives on it, maybe he feeds off it??- and also he's just a major tease in general, so yeah. Even if this is not a precursor to, you know, he'll still be this way 😂😂😂 Goodluck.

Jason Voorhees: He's very careful and deliberate manhandling you, like a doll he really loves. He'll raise your arms up above your head himself before slipping your top off, he'll stand you up when its time to rid you of your bottoms; he's very methodical and, depending on the mood~ it may be pretty quick or relatively slow.

Michael Myers: Rough!! Make sure that you don't stiffen up or he'll dislocate your shoulder!! He just comes up to you and schwoop go the pants, and yank goes the shirt, and you dunno where they go they get lost behind a dresser or something. Michael doesn't care. Michael wants to get this part done with. He's um... efficient? XD

[bengiyo]

Ben’s Big BL Blurb 2: Fall is Finally Here

I am simply too busy with worth, family, other hobbies, and life to write about every show in real time anymore. I’m sorry to all the Stray Thoughts readers who’ve reached out about whether I would pick that back up, and I simply just do not have the time to do them anymore. Instead, I’ll try to do one of these as often as I can to catch up on things.

First, let’s go over some shows I finished recently that I don’t think I wrote much about.

First Note of Love

I was so happy to see Michael back on screen, and I was glad to see that he’s still able to get great chemistry with his co-star. Unfortunately, I don’t think this show was very coherent, so I didn’t get a lot out of it emotionally. It was a pretty inoffensive watch overall, and thus an easy show to put on without having to work through too much. I liked the work between everyone, and Mei Lei was such a fun character. Probably won’t return to this one, though. 

Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo

This is probably the show of the year for me. There’s so much I loved about this show. I loved that the characters had sex, but were neither rewarded nor punished for it; their sex didn’t solve any problems. I also really love how this show explored how childhood trauma expresses in two different kinds of boys, and I love that we got to see a bully reckon with his actions and get closure. I love that this show ended with them being kinda poor, but happy together. I love how messed up they both were about everything. I loved that Juyeong wasn’t stupid, and could read what was going on.

I clearly need to write a separate post to unpack everything I felt in this show.

Let’s move on to what I’m watching currently, in no particular order…starting with the lesbians, and then the worst BLs.

Apple My Love

Genuinely having fun with this GL. I like how quickly most of the drama plays out. It’s giving me quite a bit of secondhand embarrassment, but I like the characterizations in this show. This new production house brought us Knock Knock, Boys! and Monster Next Door this year. We need to keep an eyes on them. 

Haunted Hearts

I’m so fascinated by Oxin Films teaming up with Regal Entertainment. The leads are very attractive, but the cinematography is really boring. I’m trying to stay invested, but it’s kind of a sleepy watch. Also amused that they started airing a ghost romance right after Halloween ended. I’ve kind of moved on emotionally from the season.

My Damn Business

This show could be good, but it’s not. I struggled with episode 5 because our lead looked more relaxed and happier with his senior than the guy he’s getting into a romance with. There’s something missing here in this one, but I can’t exactly put my finger on it. I think it’s primarily a side effect of the short run time, but I think the boss’s interest isn’t landing properly for the employee to respond to. 

Eccentric Romance

This show could be good, but it’s not. Still, I am obsessed with a murder mystery being the primary source of confusion between our leads. I was willing to forgive this show a lot of its rough edges, but it failed to handle the turn from friendship to sexual/romance really well. I feel like our guys just started dating and having sex, and I’m a bit frustrated that they didn’t talk about it really at all, particularly since this show features two different languages spoken on screen. Genuinely looking forward to seeing how this one finishes. 

See Your Love

I’m not sure this show is exactly working that well, but everyone is very pretty and I’m having a decent time watching it. I like the way Shao Peng stands up for himself, and I like that nothing that’s happened has been totally unbelievable or unreasonable (at least with the mains). I’ll be curious how the hard of hearing and deaf viewers respond to this one once it’s complete. 

Love is Like a Poison

This show is actually so funny. I love that Shiba is in his own lawyer genre separate from everyone else, and I really like how the two of these guys have become a team. I’m curious how they manage to resolve the scamming next week, but this has been the most unexpected dynamic of the year. 

Love in the Air: Koi no Yukon

MAME won this year, y’all. We all have complicated feelings about her, but she’s secured a loving adaptation from a Japanese team that’s put solid effort into bringing her characters to life. Every character feels correct compared to their Thai counterpart we saw on screen, and that’s a strong sign that the writing behind MAME’s work is strong, even if we all have issues with the way she tackles certain themes. I’m really impressed with this adaptation, and really like this version of Rain.I also feel like this show is doing a better job blending the forthcoming couple focus shift.

Our Youth

We just got this show, but damn does it feel sharp! I’m always going to be a sucker for a cinephile character, and I’m so compelled by the way Minase is drawn to Hirukawa. The scene in episode 2 where Minase has to leave Hirukawa’s house might be one of the most impressive sequences we’ve had in a while, requiring a great deal of choreography and effort from the actors and the camera crew to pull off, and I’m excited to see how these characters split and then come back together. 

Smells Like Green Spirit

Let me just say that I need another Abe Alan appearance when he isn’t playing a character doing horrible things to his students. I’ve enjoyed meditating on the 90s with this show and what that era felt like. I’ve liked how the show has tried to focus on how different parents (especially the moms) have responded to their kids coming to terms with themselves. I’ve also really enjoyed the friendship that’s grown between Mishima and Kirino. I’m struggling with Yumeno a lot, because I’m really not a friend of bully romances. Still, I feel like this is one of those shows I’ll remember for a long time because of its focus on the 90s. 

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days

I think @lurkingshan covered reactions to episode 5 and episode 6 better than I could, and I loved @twig-tea giving context for the film history moment in episode 6. I remember screaming into the chat for friends to show up for this when I got to that moment. This show has two great pairs of dynamics going on that mirror well. It’s got such a strong handle on its characters’ motivations and how they would respond to the actions from each other. It’s probably the tightest thing I’m watching now, backed by extremely dialed-in performances. I will be thinking about Qi Lu organizing his potential first kiss with Qin Xiao, and how unapologetic he’s been about the entire affair. He’s being selfish here, but I kinda like it. I’m so thankful that we are somehow still getting this show, because goddamn do the Chinese actors deliver on chemistry sometimes.

Interview With the Vampire Season 2

I finished this with a friend last week, and holy fuck is this show still so, so good. We watch a lot of gay romance because of BL, and I am having so much fun watching the show about gay divorce. I loved the time we spent in Paris, Daniel’s shifting role in the narrative, and the new insights we got into Lestat this season. I will miss Claudia so much, and I have to give a standing ovation to Delainey Hayles stepping into the role of Claudia and doing the damn thing this season. I just love seeing my little fucked up gay people torment each other on screen.

I'm still thinking about Louis and Lestat reuniting in a hurricane after Claudia derided this as yet another chapter in their stormy romance.

Dropped Shows

Unfortunately, everyone can’t win. Some of these shows are just too long for me to keep up with them, and oftentimes I get bored. I’ve currently dropped:

Lovesick 2024 - I may go back. We’ll see

Jack & Joker - It’s just too long, and they just killed Jennie and a kid. I’m good.

Fourever You - I’m bored with Earth always playing this character type.

Pluto - Namtam and Film are beautiful, but this looks too messy right now.

Every You, Every Me - Wasn’t intrigued after episode 1, but the commentary may draw me back.

Kidnap - Ohm is not enough to keep me invested in this show. 

Uncle Unknown - How did they make a 6 minute show feel slow?

I’m genuinely not trying to be harsh to Thai shows out here, but I just do not have the time to keep up with all of them when they’re this long and dragging.

Thanks for stopping by, and let me know if there’s something I missed that I should check out.

[chloesimaginationthings]

I love your art, and I really love how you did him, he's such a guy (he's my fav 💜)

I HONESTLY didn’t expect such a big reaction to the silly way I decided to draw Withered Bonnie this time, but so many of yall clocked it LMAO

[da-shrimping-station]

I really liked your headcanons about the seraphim’s!

Please tell us if you have more, no need to rush, take your time answering this. You can reply once you get new ideas ☺️☺️

hiii! im glad you appreciate the headcanons 💕

you're in luck cuz i had a longer list and just posted some of it first cuz i wasn't sure if it will be well received

lemme post the rest of it here!

and i got some angst lmaoooo

Part 1

more sleepy seraph cuddle pile headcanons:

at first they each had their individual mattresses and they pushed it all right beside each other but in the end they got one big mattress to accommodate everyone (especially Raphael's wiggling around)

at some point they all got tired of Raphael's moving around that they burrito'd him in blankets (he does not like it unless Lucifer is the one doing it)

if Lucifer catches Gabriel getting up to pray, he offers to have a quiet conversation instead until they both fall asleep (Gab would get carried away talking and not notice that Lucifer had already tapped out but he just smiles and goes to sleep)

there are times when those little angel mochis come up to add to the cuddle pile

RIP any angel mochi that end up in Michael's arms (most of them don't survive his death grip of a hug)

they've tried tying Michael's hair when he sleeps but it's too soft and silky that whatever scrunchie they use slips off during the night

Raphael rolling off the mattress is considered normal (honestly im glad they sleep on the floor cuz have y'all heard how a body drops from a bed onto the floor? that shit wakes me up in a panic no matter what)

since they can't always stop Gabriel from his nightly bullshit, Michael gave everyone sleeping masks (but it's still no match for Gab's halo especially when he makes it shine brighter on purpose because fuck you Michael)

whenever Lucifer is the last one to fall asleep, he goes around tucking everyone in properly (loosening Michael's grip, making sure Gabriel is fast asleep, untangling Raphael from the blankets and righting his limbs and wings) before going to sleep himself

HAVE SOME ANGST!

everyone had trouble sleeping after Lucifer fell

so much so it took a long while for the three of them to sleep in the same space together again

at that point, they swapped out the big mattress for the individual ones like before

they all get pissy and snappy towards each other (Michael especially) whenever the mood is particularly sour that night

they fall asleep out of exhaustion more than anything, barely acknowledging each other before going to bed and after waking up

their nightly habits didn't stop but they don't do it as much since they aren't that comfortable when sleeping anymore to the point it kinda mellowed out

in the end they slowly got used to Lucifer's absence

sometimes Michael drapes his wings over the others like how Lucifer used to (they notice but won't say anything and it's not like Michael will admit to it when confronted)

[acediscowlng]

season 14-15 thread:

- off to an interesting start, at least. i don't really think i care for michael's plotline but i am willing to give it a shot.

- nick!!! i have been obsessed about this man since season 5 i am so glad they brought him back

- there's like a whole essay to be written about how similar jack is to sam (s3-4 to sam specifically) and how sam is meant to be a reflection of lucifer but i am like. too lazy to do that.

- this has been brewing since. uh. idk s9? s10? but i do feel kinda uncomfortable with how casually militarized the show has become. is that a thing? idk. like. uh. it's always been there. guns and killing and all that. and it's always been glorified. but the show used to be a lot more cynical about it too. like the hunting lifestyle was dysfunction in early spn. it was an aberration. sure living life on the road with military training and a trunk full of guns is cool, but it is in fact no way to live. now it feels a lot more unexamined. like a whole life and community built on killing and violence and there's never any more pauses to show how that takes a toll on you. this isn't going anywhere really. it just gives me bad vibes.

- anyway. boy king of hell sam winchester??? are they gonna do that??? are they gonna do that??? well, he's not really a boy anymore, but i am gonna be so down if they do that

[sansaorgana]

— DINNER AT THE SHELBYS

🚨 This fanfic is a repost from 08 Apr 2022 from my different blog. I kept the Author's Note and everything from the fic the same as it was back then.

PAIRING — Jack Nelson x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — Before you go back to Boston, you spend a night at the Shelby’s with your husband. What was supposed to be a nice dinner, turns out to be a one huge mess when he gets drunk on whiskey and two uninvited guests join you by the table.

AUTHOR’S NOTE [08 Apr 2022] — In S06E01 Tommy tells Michael that Jack takes his wife and lover to the UK and we actually never saw them, which is a shame... Or actually not LOL Anyway, me being me, there’s a fic. I wouldn’t call Reader a nice person but she absolutely hates Mosley and Diana. Jack is a cheater (like in canon, I guess).

WORD COUNT — 3,660

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

DINNER AT THE SHELBYS

When you arrived at the Arrow House it was already dark outside and it was a head-maid with Mrs. Shelby greeting you in the hall. She didn’t look very happy to see you and your husband but you decided to ignore it since she was a woman in a state of mourning.

“My husband is not home yet,” she informed you. “He will meet you at dinner. We serve at eight.”

“Thank you,” you forced a smile in her direction and followed the maid upstairs to your guest bedroom.

It was quite impressive, you had to admit. And your bags were already waiting for you there.

“Mr. and Mrs. Nelson,” the maid bowed her head a little before leaving the room. “If you need anything, I am at your disposal.”

“Yes, thank you,” you nodded your head and watched her close the door.

You sighed and crouched down in front of your bags to take out all the things you needed before taking a shower while Jack kept staring outside the window.

“Huh?” you asked him.

“He’s got lots of land,” your husband pointed out.

“Yeah, so?” you straightened your back. “It’s a shithole. We’re in the middle of fucking nowhere.”

“You don’t like this house?” Jack turned around to look at you and he smirked.

“It’s dark and kinda scary. You seen the portrait by the staircase? It’s of his dead wife. Gave me creeps, honestly!” you rolled your eyes and then you lowered your voice. “Haven’t seen the portrait of the current one, though.”

“You’re looking for a sensation as usual,” Jack sighed and shook his head but he let out a chuckle before putting his hands into his pockets. “Can’t wait to get off that fucking island.”

“Me too,” you agreed. “Can’t wait to see the kids and be back home. People here are so awful, Jack. But at least your niece had lots of fun. Poor thing, she didn’t realize they were all making fun of her.”

“Gina’s not very bright, that’s a fact,” Jack shrugged his arms and sat down on a sofa. “But she’s pretty, which is useful.”

“Oh, and I am not?” you laughed and approached the sofa to stand above him.

“You’re the prettiest, you know that, doll,” Jack grinned and extended his hand to squeeze yours.

“I’m going to take a shower now. Do you think I should wear a black dress?” you asked.

“You don’t have to,” Jack shrugged his arms. “I mean, let’s brighten up the mood a little.”

“I don’t want to be inappropriate either,” you rolled your eyes and approached the door leading to the bathroom.

“Since when do you care?” your husband snorted at that. “I’m glad we’re getting off that fucking island ‘cause you’re becoming boring like them.”

“Excuse me?!” you put your hands on your hips. “Since you’re a businessman, Jack, since you’re a businessman…!” you protested but didn’t care about the answer. You disappeared in the bathroom instead.

Twenty minutes later you went back to the bedroom and saw Jack reading some book while laying on the sofa with his legs on the backrest.

“Shoes,” you pointed at his feet but he didn’t react in any way.

You laid down on the silky sheets and let out a small moan. That finally brought his attention as he raised an eyebrow at you from above the book.

“Oh, fuck me, Jack. Have you felt the sheets? I bet they imported them from Shanghai. That’s where he’s making the drug business, isn’t it?” you caressed the soft material.

“Well, we can order the same ones,” he shrugged his arms and glanced at his watch. “We don’t have much time. Dress up.”

“What dress, Jack?” you whined and left the bed lazily.

“Yellow.”

“Don’t be stupid! That would be highly inappropriate,” you scolded him.

“It’s the color of mourning in Egypt,” he sat up and put the book down.

“And how the fuck do you know?!” you laughed at him and opened the bag with dresses.

“I know things.”

“Not a day without you surprising me with some random shit,” you sighed and decided to take out the red one. Jack laughed. “What?” you asked him and furrowed your brow.

“Red is not inappropriate, doll?” he teased.

“That bitch Diana Mitford criticized it, remember?” you gritted your teeth. “She told me it screamed cheap.”

“I doubt the Shelbys would mind cheap,” Jack shrugged his arms.

“Exactly,” you pointed a finger at him and nodded. “I’m really glad we won’t have to see all those people again… Because we won’t, right?” you furrowed your brow at him and took your robe off.

“I don’t know, baby,” Jack sighed. “I’ve told you. It’s business.”

“I like how that Mosley guy treats you,” you admitted. “He’s not showing disrespect, he’s showing off in front of you. Never thought I’d have an English upper class dickhead bootlicking me,” you winked and stepped between the folds of the dress’ fabrics. “Button me up, baby?”

Jack stood up to help you with the dress. When he finished his work with all the buttons he leaned in to place a kiss on the base of your neck that sent shivers down your spine.

“Oh, Jack,” you giggled and put your head back to caress his head.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured into your ear and placed his hands on your waist. “You always do, wherever we are. You’re the prettiest in the room.”

“Jack…!” you chuckled. “Can you just promise me one thing?”

“Yes, doll?”

“Don’t drink too much whiskey tonight, alright? Pretty please.”

“Fuck wine, whiskey!” Jack interrupted his story about Gina and barked at the butler that was about to serve him the liquor. His fist banged the table and you flinched at that a little while giving Mr. and Mrs. Shelby an apologetic look. “Shelby, you having whiskey?”

“Jack…” you hissed at him and kicked his calf under the table.

“I’ll stay on wine,” Mr. Shelby answered.

“Fuck wine! More whiskey. I’m celebrating,” Jack explained and you rolled your eyes at that.

You didn’t know why some part of you wanted to impress those people. You didn’t feel this way with all the upper class bastards but somehow you wanted to impress the Shelbys. Perhaps it was caused by the fact that they were the same kin as you and Jack. There was a silent competition between the two working class self made families about who had achieved more.

Who had become more posh.

You looked at Mrs. Shelby from the corner of your eye. Jack told you about her past but she looked like a proper lady. She deserved a huge portrait in that house, you thought.

“Celebration, you know. Getting off this fucking island,” Jack continued and you sighed ostentatiously. “You see, the thing with England, the currency here, it’s not money,” he started to explain while waving his hand and you looked down, embarrassed by his little stunt. “Nah, you got bored of money a long time ago. Cos you know, anyone can have money, you can fucking…” he stopped to look up at the butler with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Jack pointed at the table and the butler put the glass down.

“Actually, I want more wine,” you whispered to the man and he nodded.

“...you can fucking find money in the mud. You can forge money,” Jack went back to his speech and you took the glass of wine from the butler and sipped on it. “Mr. Shelby, you can steal money, am I right?” your husband looked at Mr. Shelby and you coughed, choking on the wine.

“Jack…” you hissed once again. It was awful how awkward he was making the whole evening and the reason behind that was the golden liquor in his glass.

“The currency here… it’s blood,” he ignored you because of course he did. He always did in situations like this. A short silence occurred. “And Mr. Shelby knows that better than all of them. Blood here is like wine,” Jack pointed at the bottle standing on the table and you furrowed your brow at Mrs. Shelby.

She was moving uncomfortably but you couldn’t quite understand why. Of course, the situation was a bit embarrassing but she looked like she was about to run out of the room at any given moment. You also noticed how she was sitting far away from her husband. There was definitely something shady going on there.

“...like the vintage wine in that bottle. It’s the… It’s the label, it’s the terroir, it’s the grape that makes the wine,” Jack rambled on and all his gesticulation meant that he had just started. He was a charismatic man, of course he was, but it was not good when mixed with alcohol. “Who fucking cares about the glass around it?” he looked at unbothered Mr. Shelby. “And you, my friend, you’re an American. You fucking smash the glass!” Jack banged his fist on the table once again, this time with so much force that all the dinnerware clattered. You could feel your cheeks burning out of embarrassment. “You spill the blood and you spend their currency to get what you want. Am I right?” Jack asked with a smirk.

But there was no answer, of course, because why would it be after such a speech. You cleared your throat out loud.

“When you come to America, I will show you things,” Jack pointed his finger at Mr. Shelby and Mrs. Shelby raised her head, alarmed. Apparently she had no idea about it so you went back to sipping on your wine and observing.

You loved the drama.

“You’re going to America?” she asked her husband.

“To Canada, Lizzie, to collect the payment for the shipment,” Mr. Shelby explained to her. “I need to do it myself.”

“And who will be going with you?” she asked and you furrowed your brow.

You found it weird that they had been discussing such matters by the table around strangers. Jack was usually telling you about his business when you were alone in the bedroom.

“Michael will be there to watch his back,” Jack answered her but you kicked him under the table to shut up. You wanted more of a drama between Mr. and Mrs. Shelby.

“Another journey, Tommy?” Mrs. Shelby leaned in to her husband.

“Five million, Mrs. Shelby,” you faked a smile at her, “It’s worth a little cruise, don’t you think?”

You wanted to stir in the pot and you had succeeded because Mrs. Shelby’s eyes widened a little after realizing that you had known about everything.

Well, you didn’t know about lots of things. But you knew about some.

“Anyway,” you cleared your throat and changed the topic, playing with the glass of wine in your hand as you laid your eyes on Mr. Shelby. He was quite attractive, you had to admit. “I’ve heard you were born on a boat, Mr. Shelby?” you asked and there was no response.

God, these people were really fucking stiff.

“I was born on a boat, too,” you told him and he raised his eyebrows. “On a ship,” you specified. “On a ship to America. Many people here think America is made up. There’s not such a thing as an American, Mrs. Nelson. I’ve heard that a lot during the boring parties with all those lords and ladies,” you winced. “You, Europeans, you prefer to think that an American is actually an European or an African or an Asian – someone who came there on a ship. But I am a real American, Mr. Shelby. I was born on a fucking boat to parents who didn’t speak English, with no money in their pockets,” you put the glass down and extended your hands towards Mr. Shelby. “Look. Not at the golden rings. Look at my hands,” you opened them. “They're the hands of a working class girl. I am proud of that, Mr. Shelby. But people here, they looked with disgust. I refused to wear gloves.”

He only blinked a few times at your hands and then at you. Probably thought you were as crazy as your husband. Perhaps you were.

“What do you think, Mr. Shelby…” you sighed and took your hands away. “All those Europeans I have met here, are they saying America is made up out of ignorance or… fear? Do they fear what America might become?”

“I didn’t know you were interested in geopolitics, Mrs. Nelson,” Mr. Shelby smiled at you in a patronizing way.

“Look, Jack,” you pushed your husband’s elbow. “He’s just like all of them. Just like the rest.”

Mr. and Mrs. Shelby moved uncomfortably and Jack snorted at that while sipping on his whiskey.

“Mr. Shelby, there’s a car coming up the drive,” a maid interrupted you suddenly. “A Rolls-Royce. Were you expecting more guests?”

“No,” Mr. Shelby shook his head, surprised. Then he took his cigarette out of the ashtray and a sip of wine. “Excuse me,” he looked at you and left the dining room to check the source of trouble.

“I love your dress, Mrs. Shelby,” you told her casually and finished your glass of wine. She only nodded at you, a bit taken aback.

“Thank you, Mrs. Nelson.”

You squinted your eyes at her. She didn’t compliment you back.

“Shh,” you grabbed Jack’s wrist and looked at the door. “I can hear the voices,” you furrowed your brow. “Oh God, no… It’s them.”

“We came to say one last farewell,” Oswald Mosley walked inside the room with a huge grin on his face. You rolled your eyes and then you clenched your jaw at the sight of Lady Diana Mitford following him inside. She had a gorgeous gown on and she smirked at you with a mix of pity and resentment. She really hated that red dress of yours. “It isn’t that I wasn’t sure Mr. Shelby would give you an excellent send-off…” Mosley started as Diana sat next to you. You instinctively moved a bit closer to your husband. “I just felt, since telegrams and wires and letters can be easily intercepted,” he sat down next to Mrs. Shelby and leaned back comfortably like he was at his own home, “we might confirm all that we’ve achieved during your visit over champagne,” he looked at Jack.

“Actually, we weren’t supposed to discuss business tonight, Mr. Mosley,” you faked a smile at him.

Now it was Jack kicking your calf under the table. You kicked him back.

“Well, Mrs. Nelson is right. We can talk about different things,” Diana smirked. “It is remarkable how quickly our relationships have developed. So many triangles in this room,” she added mysteriously. “Everyone except for Mr. and Mrs. Nelson is the point of a triangle,” she looked at Mrs. Shelby.

You pointed your finger at the empty glass in your hand to signalize to the butler that you wanted more. Apparently, the drama was just about to start.

“How am I part of a triangle?” Mrs. Shelby asked while taking a drag of her cigarette.

“Mr. Nelson, you have all that you came for?” Mosley asked your husband and the butler poured you more wine.

“I have confirmation that the future of Europe is in the hands of men like yourselves,” Jack’s voice became serious despite all the whiskey in his blood system. You often had a feeling that Jack was sometimes pretending to be more drunk than he truly was.

“And that urgent conversations between Washington, Rome and of course Berlin can now begin,” Mosley nodded. “A two-week visit that may have changed the course of history,” he grabbed the glass of champagne.

“We have all got what we wanted,” Jack raised his hands.

“Yes,” Diana nodded with her eyes focused on Mr. Shelby and Mr. Shelby only. You squeezed Jack’s thigh under the table and brought his attention to her with the movement of your eyes. “And I got what I have wanted from the moment I set my eyes on it.”

Mr. Shelby looked down and blinked a few times, avoiding her gaze. Mrs. Shelby looked at him and you pursed your lips.

“Elizabeth,” Diana addressed her, “you are a very lucky woman to have each day what I have only sampled once.”

The heavy silence and awkwardness made it really difficult for you to keep a poker face on. Jack grinned like crazy as well.

But it was easy for him to grin. He was a man.

He was a cheater.

Mrs. Shelby put the cigarette down and hurried out of the dining room. You decided to follow her as some part of you pitied her but the other part just wanted to hear even more gossip.

“Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom,” you smiled at everyone in a fake way and went outside.

You turned around after hearing rapid footsteps. You followed them and found yourself in the hall upstairs. She was on her way to their bedroom.

“Mrs. Shelby?” you asked and she froze, slowly turning around.

“Yes?” she furrowed her brow. You could see her wet eyes even in the dim light surrounding you both.

“You let her win,” you told her and she clenched her jaw. “You let that bitch win, you showed her you were hurt.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Nelson, but you are not in a position to…”

“Jack fucked every whore in London,” you interrupted her and she closed her mouth. “These women, they’re all the same – they wear the same smirks, they use the same tones. More than one of them back in Boston has done the same thing to me. They want you to know that they fucked your husband.”

“How can you live with that, Mrs. Nelson?”

You shrugged your arms.

“All men cheat, it’s a fact. Men are whores,” you explained. “It’s better to accept that, Mrs. Shelby.”

“So what would you tell that bitch?”

“I don’t know… I would pretend that I knew about it, that it doesn’t bother me. I’d give a snarky remark if I was in the mood,” you chuckled. “But at the end of the day…” you started with a sigh.

“You’re hurt?”

“No,” you shook your head. “What I wanted to say is that at the end of the day Jack is my husband. I know that he loves me.”

“I know that Thomas cheats,” she stated and leaned on the wall before crossing her arms. “We have a difficult relationship, I had to accept that. But something about her…”

“She’s a spoiled brat. Always gets what she wants,” you rolled your eyes.

“I expected you to be like her,” Mrs. Shelby confessed suddenly and you clenched your jaw.

“No, she’s more like her,” you pointed at the huge portrait behind you. “Anyway, good night, Mrs. Shelby.”

“Good night, Mrs. Nelson,” she drawled out and walked away.

You sighed and went downstairs, only to bump into Mr. Shelby on your way. Apparently, the dinner was over.

“Mr. Shelby,” you smiled at him.

“Mrs. Nelson,” he nodded.

“I’ve just tried to explain to your wife but I am afraid she’s still very mad at you,” you told him and he furrowed his brow.

“Explain to her…?”

“Oh, you know, not to take it personal,” you waved your hand in a dismissive manner. “Good night, Mr. Shelby,” you patted his arm and left him alone at the hall after spotting your husband downstairs.

“Where were you?” Jack asked. “Let’s go to sleep. The faster we go to sleep, the sooner we wake up and leave that fucking island.”

“You’re all the same, Jack,” you mumbled. “Whores.”

“What? Jesus, woman, you got drunk,” he laughed and shook his head before putting his arm around you to lead you back upstairs.

“You got drunk, actually,” you started after entering your bedroom and Jack sighed before loosening his tie and discarding his jacket on the armchair. “And I was embarrassed.”

“Come on,” he rolled his eyes and laid down on the bed.

“Take off your fucking shoes,” you barked at him and he groaned before removing them with his own feet to kick them away. You took your own heels off and laid next to him to stare at the ceiling. “They really fucked, huh? You knew about it?”

“I don’t fucking care,” Jack shrugged his arms.

“She looked very pleased. You think he fucks good?” you bit your lower lip.

“I don’t know. You think he does?” Jack turned his head around to look at your face.

“I think he used to fuck good back in the day. But not anymore. He looks very tired and he’s not that young. By the way… He did that right after his daughter died…?” you furrowed your brow.

“Sick fucker,” Jack chuckled and you pushed him with your elbow.

“Either way, maybe he didn’t fuck her. Maybe she was the one to fuck him. You think she was the one to fuck him?” you giggled and Jack rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know, maybe,” he sat up and started unbuttoning his shirt. “We should go to sleep now.”

“Yeah, we should,” you sat up as well and hugged him from the back. “Jack?” you whispered into his ear.

“Huh?”

“I love you.”

He froze for a second as your confession seemed to be a bit out of place.

“I love you, too, doll,” he held your hand. “I love you, too.”

“And only me?”

“Only you. You know what I’m like but I love only you,” he assured.

MASTERLIST

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ohhhhhmy god oh my god guyssjsjaidbwisjsis IT HAPPENED I SAW IT AND IT WAS AMAZING

Notes:

Act I

I NEED TO MARRY ALFIE BOE SOOOOO BAD BRUH YOU DONT EVEN GET IT

Alfie’s so short I forgot about that lmao he’s so baby

I do really really really love Michael but I can already tell that Javert is not exactly his thing. He’s too whimsical- too Marius. Super glad he gets to do something with Alfie tho <333

Jeremy (I think) rocked the bishop omgggggg

I WAS NOT EXPECTING KATIE HALL TO BE HERE CHAT- soprano Fantine is such a foreign concept to me but she was gorgeous 

THANK YOU BOEBALL VALVERT FOR BEING THERE FOR ME I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND AND HIS BOYFRIEND

THENARDIERS ARE SO FUNNY I’ve never seen funnier thenardiers. He called Cosette Baguette when Valjean took her away

Also at the beginning of the bargain when Alfie started singing Madame T went “oh he’s got a lovely voice tho”

COSETTE NEW PINK DRESS IS SO PRETTY!!!!! It matches Marius’ bow :))))

Ok both Eponine and Cosette were mixed bags for me- I liked them most of the time, but there were a couple times their voices felt a bit… nasally? They were both very pretty tho :)

James D Gish is beautiful. My dad says he’s the second coming of Ramin Karimloo and im inclined to agree

Gavroche is king shit as per usual

They had stars in stars omggg. ALSOOO at the end the lights make it look like he has wings. Probably unintentional but he’s soooooo fallen angelcore 

As much as Michael doesn’t fit Javert, his Stars really is amazing

WE GOT ENJOLTAIRE CRUMBS 👏👏👏 The entire pause between ABC Cafe and Red & Black they were just looking at each other forever

As much as I do love enjoltaire, im an even bigger fan of Gavroche and Grantaire’s dynamic. It was the main thing I noticed about R’s character (even with Kyle Adams playing him) and I’m so happy that it’s in other productions

No Javert barricade outfit in one day more :(

Three flags??? In this economy????

Act II

Okay I did genuinely forget about the barricade outfit but it did come back! It’s different from the Staged Concert, more greenish-black and I think he has his hair down- there’s at least some strands loose on the front

OKAYYYY IM REALLY SURE TGAT BEFORE R STARTED HIS SOLO IN DRINK WITH ME HE WENT AND HELD ENJ’S HAND FOR A BIT- and after he sang and Enj left Gavroche ran over and gave him a hug it was so sweet

Alfie Boe Bring Him Home is still my favoritest thing in the entire world. I owe him my life im so serious he was my top artist for a reason

Enjolras did the Aaron Tveit “until the earth is free” opt up it was amazing

They cut Gavroche’s individual death scene which was either for better or for worse because that’s the one that always gets me crying, so I just teared up at the end

When Javert let valjean and Marius go from the sewers he turned around as if he was gonna follow them, paused, screamed, and put his head and his hand

Dude michael ball does the best suicide scene he’s so unhinged and skdjaidhaisjsj

EMPTY CHAIRS BRO. At “phantom faces” the Amis all stood up in their places in their seats, with Enj, R, and Gavroche on the center balcony right by the conductor. Also at this point he begins to scream with anger at his survival. I’ve never thought about angry Empty Chairs, but it works so well and I need to see it more

Valjean in AHFoL Reprise made me so sad bro. Insert my post about him and Donna Sheridan but add that they’re so attached to their daughter (Amanda Seyfried) and kinda don’t want to let her go to get married

The audience clapped along to Beggars at the Feast. Don’t know if we were allowed to, but we did anyways

When Marius tells Cosette her father is a saint Valjean just shakes his head no oh my god 😭😭

HE DID THE NICK CARTELL NOSE BOOP WITH COSETTE

THE BISHOP COMES UP BEHIND VALJEAN WHEN HE DIES AND VALJEAN GIVES HIM THE BIGGEST HUG EVER OMFGGGGGG

During bows when Michael came up to bow with Alfie they had to switch sides so that Michael could be on the left and Alfie could be on the right. Order has been restored to the world

In summary: Amazing show god I love Les Mis!!!!! Alfie Boe is the only one who can save me <3333