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liamgallaghermpreg · 1 year ago

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johndeanna with john watching her slut it up at some bar all night knowing full well she's gonna come home and nastysloppydirty fuck him later 👀👀

very tasty prompt, thank you ami <3

Deanna’s in one of her going-out-to-get-fucked outfits. John’s been more lenient about letting her out of the house like that since she turned 21 and especially since Sam left. Halter top that shows off her toned arms, tiny skirt, scuffed pair of boots. The ID’s still fake of course, but the age is real and it’s getting harder and harder for John to ignore that the baby in baby girl isn’t so accurate anymore.

He’s back at the pool table rustling up a couple hundred to cover both the tab and the cost of staying at the motel another week. Whatever they’re after, it’s not the wraith they thought it was. It’ll be another long day of research tomorrow, longer without Sammy here. Both John and Deanna are frustrated, snapping at each other over small shit, which is rare for Deanna if she’s not on the rag. And god help John, but he knows without a doubt she’s not on the rag.

“Your break,” says John’s opponent, slapping the quarter down on the table. He’d jump at the sudden noise over the din of the chatter if he were a civilian. The shiny head of George Washington stares back at him, and he nods, lining up his shot.

John could win a game of pool in his sleep, so losing the first game sloppily is a cakewalk even with most of his attention on Deanna and not the table. She’s leaning over the bar, tits all heaved up there for the bartender’s benefit. Her benefit too, John notes, as the guy slides a shot to her with a wink. He knows what that means. On the house, sweetheart.

He can feel the usual tremor of annoyance, protectiveness – whatever-it-is – run through him, but it’s easier to let it go when he knows exactly who Deanna’s going home with. It’s almost like foreplay for John; maybe Deanna knows that, maybe she doesn’t. She loves to flirt, his little girl, and she sure as shit knows how to do it.

John’s opponent sinks a striped ball and John fixes his cue to fumble a shot on a solid; Deanna’s moved on from the bartender and is chatting up a guy sat down at the end of the bar. The trucker type: grizzled beard and hands cracked with blisters and hat hair something awful. He thinks he’s got Deanna under his thumb and to his credit, she’s making him believe it. Leaning in way too close to his space, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Sauntering over to the jukebox to hit C5 – this is the only bar around, and they’ve been here enough times in the last couple weeks for John to know that it’s Communication Breakdown – and swaying her hips just a little bit off rhythm.

“Better luck next time, champ,” John’s opponent says. He’s got every stripe potted and is about to pot 8-ball while John still has a couple solids out and about. Easy fucking money.

His opponent wins of course, and John trains his face into an exaggerated one of disappointment, taking another shot of whiskey from the couple glasses he’s got lined up on the tall table next to him. Deanna’s tilting her head toward the shuffleboard table in the back with a raised eyebrow, but the trucker shakes his head and snakes an arm around her waist. Orders her another Jack & Coke.

“Alright, alright. How ‘bout a next time right now? Double or nothing?”

“Your loss,” the guy grins. “I’ll take that bet. I’m Tom, by the way.”

“John.” He shakes Tom’s hand and lays his money down on the table. “Your break.”

Tom chuckles, setting up the balls in a triangle and nods toward the bar. “You got your eye on her? Way outta your league, man. And she’s been all over at least three other guys since I got here.”

“Mmm,” John grunts. “Can’t always bag ‘em, I guess.”

This time, John takes care to pot a solid on his first shot, feigning shock. Maybe I’m a little better when I’m drunk. The trucker’s mouthing at Deanna’s neck, but for the first time all night, she looks back at John, biting her lip. She’s ready to go home.

Her legs are crossed delicately on her stool, which means she’s got no panties on. Cunt wet with sweat and want, John can practically feel the stumps of her shaved-a-couple-weeks-ago pubes brushing over his face. He’ll tongue fuck her first, get her all relaxed and open without even getting a finger in her. And when he fucks her it’ll be fast and hard. He’s got her on the pill with this most recent insurance fraud, so he can shoot in her the way she likes. The way he likes. The way his spunk will drip down her leg and they’ll wake up all sticky with it.

“Fuck!” Tom’s saying, frowning as John pots another couple balls. “Really thought you were shit at this, man.”

“Sometimes you get lucky,” John grins. Deanna’s made her way over to him by now, and he slips an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“Ready to go, Daddy?” she asks, a pout on her blowjob lips. Fuck, but if she doesn’t know how to get what she wants. He nods, twisting his fingers in her hair.

“You know what I mean, Tom?”

Deanna steps back, pressing a kiss to John’s cheek for the good luck they both know he doesn’t need. He sinks the 8-ball, and takes the money.

#spike's box #amiwritesthings #johndean #dadfucker friday #...a day late woops #femchesters #spike words

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sadnessisavegetable · 2 years ago

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My Takes on Depicting Humanformers(art included!!) part 1:

You might not agree with me, this is just a collection of how I like doing things with characters, starting from where I'm most confident with the TFP lineup of Autobots.

The format goes 1) what is worn 2) what could be on their person at any given moment and 3) how they sleep, which would help determine how much they would be seen in the common areas at home base.

Optimus:

Trucker look (wears a lot of comfy layers, work boots, and trucker caps—this is a man who has been behind the wheel for days at a time to get places)

Has a collection of thermoses and coffee tumblers (my favorite of which to throw in being one that's shaped like a red crayon) and guns. It's anyone's guess which combo it is that day.

Can sleep on command, but needs to get comfortable first (it's something he learned with how often he started sleeping at truck stops or in Wal-Mart parking lots in his cab) but he doesn't overuse this ability of his. He also snores, avoid sleeping near him.

(two looks because of my AU where Orion is given his body back after basically being a ghost that wants to bitch-slap Optimus out of his body, and we will address Orion in a separate part.)

Ratchet:

Wears scrubs with flannels and lab coats layered over them and like...crocs or slides of some sort over patterned or fun socks. (PNW doctor, I guess?)

Has A Mug. Must be this One Particular Mug.(he's stubborn about his favorite mug) Because it can fit half the pot of coffee in it with a Redbull and is not overflowed. (My version is a gift from Wheeljack as an apology for smashing something and says "Doctors Have Got It Going On" in Barbie font. Miko helped pick it out.) He also has a baseball bat that he takes with him out of base.

Does not sleep unless his body decides to shut down or he's cuffed to the bed somehow. He's pretty much Pavlov'd himself for the cuff thing though, which is funny in a different way. Sleeps probably the quietest.

Bulkhead:

This big guy has basically a lot of t-shirts, battered jeans, work boots, and jean jackets(without the sleeves). Bandanas go with each outfit. He looks like a construction worker who finally retired and decided to go clubbing.

Is the most likely to have a random tool of destruction on him—but never outright weapons. Crowbars, hammers, etc. and it seems like he pulls them out of only Primus knows where. Other than that, he is often seen holding drumsticks(he can lay down a beat so well) or maybe art supplies.

Likes napping. A lot. But will also stay up randomly to do something or go somewhere. He snores, but nowhere near as loud as Optimus does.

Arcee:

Function over fashion. Men's jeans, combat-issue boots with steel toes, thicker shirts, and jackets. (However, this does not mean that she hasn't bedazzled her clothes to some capacity. She has painted, ironed-on, stitched, and accessorized enough that she is still feminine.)

She has knives on her. You tell her to put all her weapons on a table and you'll be standing there for about fifteen minutes as she pulls them out of places that are increasingly less obvious and more disturbing to know about. She also carries a book checked out from the library or bought with her for when she waits for Jack to get off work.

The only one with a completely normal sleeping schedule. She sleeps the best and is always the first up to make coffee. Comes from still obeying the schedule she adhered to prior to the war in my AU when she was a gladiator.

Bumblebee:

This one is a tossup with me. He'll wear anything comfortable that makes no noise when he walks. Anything. He's shown up to battle in a unicorn onesie and kicked mad Decepticon butt. However, he does gravitate to band shirts and shorts.

He has fidgets. Endless fidgets. Some are also weapons, but...this boy is a little hyperactive and would like it to not put him in jeopardy. He shares with Miko and Smokescreen sometimes.

He is an insomniac. He stays up late, enjoying the quiet working or gaming time staying up grants him. But he's an insomniac for a more depressing reason in my AU.

Wheeljack:

Comfy combat wear. Often wears crop tops too, when casual. This man has not an ounce of shame in his body. He looks like a slut a lot, but a functional one who can deliver an ass-whooping quickly.

We've already seen him and his bombs and swords. But also, he keeps little things to tinker with on him too.

He sleeps when he's certain he's safe. He'll lounge and pretend all day to convince people, but he doesn't quite sleep.

Cliffjumper:

It's giving rodeo, or at least someone who goes to watch. He wears jeans, he wears t-shirts, maybe flannel shirts, chaps are a maybe, and cowboy boots. He might also have a septum piercing shaped like bull horns.

He keeps a case of beers in his car, but doesn't usually drink. On his person, he keeps a long, sturdy rope for wrangling things(sticking with cowboy aesthetic) and a small sketchbook.

He sleeps whenever, honestly. He's carefree, and that leads to him sleeping easily. It's like playing roulette when you're trying to talk to him and he's randomly asleep.

Smokescreen:

This boy prefers to wear things as close to Cybertronian traditional clothing as he can find. Poor guy was thrown for a loop when Ratchet took him to get clothes at the store. Ends up wearing a lot of loose sweatpants and tank tops with flipflops.

He keeps a notepad on him for comfort sake and you can usually ask him for a pen and he will offer you seven different types. He prefers tasers as weapons.

Can't sleep without ambience that feels like the archives during the night. Optimus ends up fixing the problem by setting up a dinged-up fan in Smokescreen's area(the dings in the blades are what make it sound like the archives).

Ultra Magnus:

Insistent on using a uniform of some kind. The army ended up dyeing one so it wasn't one they could mistake for their own. Ultra Magnus had to make his own patches, they were hesitant on issuing any.

The one most likely to have anything needed on him. He is like your token mom friend, except more like he has a stick up his aft that makes him insistent on controlling things.

He sleeps like he is laying in a coffin. I hate him for it.

Tailgate (he's only mentioned briefly, but I know how he looks):

Little man wears cargo shorts with a big hoodie and sneakers. He's like...maybe Miko's height, he is so small as a "humanformer". He tends to wear visors and masks too, with a beanie of some sort and fingerless gloves. He also wears knee pads and elbow pads(he has a skateboard sort of thing)

He has a gameboy in his pocket with a pocket knife and fidgets and just a bit of everything. Knickknacks are his favorite, little ones, and hot wheel cars.

He sleeps in the weirdest places and positions. It's like a magical ability to fall asleep anywhere.

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astraeus-moon · 1 year ago

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omg I hope your oc knows how much I love him!!!!!!! Faer is so super cool and interesting and I love seeing the posts you tag him in!!!!!! Do you have a drawing of him, or a reference? What does he look like?

And I would absolutely love having our ocs be friends :3

EBTQTBEWGVEQ YESSS! HES MY BLORBO. I AM GOING TO RUN HIM OVER (AFFECTIONATE).

I don't have any drawings I have a couple picrews that are a bit outdated. One is my current pfp but I can give a rougher description bhrwrbhe

This is going to be rambly, my bad. Black hair about shoulder length. It's kinda fluffy he's rocking the bucky Barnes haircut. He's got kinda white streaks throughout due to stress and being 42 <3 (old man). He's got gold eyes with like slitted cats pupils. (Fucked up wolf man) I have a scar map for him somewhere but facial scarring is usually four claw marks down the left side of the face from hair line to collarbone. And one across the nose. He does have freckles as well as white hair in his eyebrows. Noticeable neck scarring like a slit throat, and Wolf teeth marks. He has sharp wolf teeth! Very long noticeable canines. He's missing his right arm due to Bellwether torture, and it has been replaced with a winter soldier style prosthetic. :3

Outfit wise. Mid calf height work boots usually. Some kind of just fatigue pants or jeans. Shirt wise just a button up or random t shirt. Lots of nation parks t shirts. Usually wears a forest green hoodless jacket over it! Usually some kind of baseball/trucker hat. He always has a pocket watch necklace tucked beneath the shirt but the chains visible. He also does wear bandanas it's his one splash of color besides the jacket + shirt. It usually matches. He does have glasses! Tends not to wear them and prefers contacts but there silver rimmed glasses. Wears work gloves pretty often.

I would ADORE having our ocs be friends I love redfall ocs and want to know every one. I love ur ocs so much and I want to know everything. <33

Some misc Faer facts

- grew up in alaska

- been a park ranger for 17 ish years

- his birthday is Jan 1st

- he's Trans:)

- he's Demiromantic and Demisexual and only intrested in men

- hes an only child

- he does draw in his spare time

- werewolfism gave him colorblindness

Edit:

- @shamrockace oc Link p much ends up as his adopted kid

- they buy him wolf themed hats <3

- it's free wolf dad

- they are a funky package deal <3

- I will elaborate on Link, which is a threat.

Ty for ur intrest in my fucked up little wolf man sorry this got long af. I have a very fun lore stuff for him settled.

#txt #wolf barks #faer fáelán #too nervous to maintag this.#Link Tóirse-Glym

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doomh3ad · 2 years ago

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Hi hon! Local Rusty simp here lol. If you ever get the chance, may I please request a Rusty X Housewife reader please? Congrats on 600 followers! You deserve it!

-Housewife anon 🧁

thank u sm!! sorry this took so long

rusty nail + housewife reader

-this is all he wants in life. it can make a long drive home worth it knowing you're waiting for him, in that cute outfit he loves and making him dinner. he brings home a lot of money, and he's happy to provide for you. you'll never have to work a day in your life if that's what you want.

-rusty has his ...hobbies... and he will NEVER bring his business home to you. you're his safe place, home truly is where his heart lies. rusty allows nothing and no one to threaten the safety of his little housewife that he loves so very much <3

-enjoys you being there for him. it gives him something to come back to, a reason to do anything he does. your sweet smile and your cheek kisses, your gentle scolding of him to wipe his boots when he comes in, the gorgeous aroma of your baking from the kitchen, he couldn't ask for a better life.

-brags about you all the time. to other truckers, even to his victims if they make some snide comment about him being alone. he relishes in the satisfaction knowing everyone would love to have someone like you, but you're all his <3

#rusty nail #joyride #slasher #slasher x reader #imelda's writing #horror #slasher thirst #slashers #slasher fic #horror movie #rusty nail x you #rusty nail x reader #rusty nail joyride #joyride 2001 #joyride movie #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slashers x you

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silverlightqueen · 4 years ago

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Moonlight

silverlightqueen’s SKZ Scarefest

werewolf!Chan x human!reader ft. the rest of skz and itzy lia, ryujin and yeji - comedy, fluff, Chan is a cute shy softie but also a big strong muscly Alpha

Word Count: 3.5k+

Summary - y/n likes the night shifts at the diner. She rarely gets any customers coming in, so it’s peaceful, and she can even sneak in a nap from time to time. But not tonight. No, probably not best to nap when, in the early hours of the morning, a pack of wolves walk in looking like hell.

Warnings: a little bit of blood, talk of violence, raw bloody meat (never thought that’d be a warning but here we are), I think that’s it but pls let me know if you noticed that I missed something!

a/n: and here is the first instalment of my SKZ Scarefest! I really hope you guys enjoy it, and keep an eye out for the following parts in the next few days! this is for you @silverlightprincess bc you’re the best proofreader and I love you x

taglist: @kodzu-ken @silverlightprincess

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‘Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself?’ Lia asks me, and I laugh, nodding for the fiftieth time. ‘I’ll be totally fine. Just go, pick up your stupid boyfriend,’ I say, and she rolls her eyes, doing up the buttons on her coat. ‘If I have to pick him up from A&E one more time, I’ll be the one sending him there,’ she threatens half-heartedly, my laughter following her out of the back door.

The diner falls silent once the door’s shut, and I turn on the radio, putting it on low so I can hear if any customers enter. It’s highly unlikely for anyone to show up at this hour, but just in case. I roll my neck, tired after working such a long shift, and I check the clock. Just an hour and a half until 5am, when Yeji and Ryujin will show up for a shift change. An hour and a half of time to kill. I decide to get some food cooking, ready for the breakfast rush at 6am – truckers love their early morning waffles and pancakes – and then I sit at the stool behind the till, scrolling through my phone aimlessly.

It's a cold night outside, the windows fogged up and the pitch-black night sky just about visible through them. A pretty crescent moon shines down a pale white light, casting an eerie glow over the surroundings, and there are no cars passing by on the road, meaning I’m completely alone. A text comes through from one of the girls in my friendship group friend, Chaeryeong, asking if I’ve decided what I’m wearing to our friend Jackson’s Halloween party next week – it’s 8 nights away to be exact. Jackson’s Halloween party is always the party of the year, and we’re all so excited for it. It’s a full moon and everything, so we’re hoping it’ll be a little spookier than usual.

The bell at the front door rings out into the quiet, cutting across the generic lofi song playing from the radio and making me look up in surprise. A boy – he can’t be much older than 20 – walks in, his clothes dirty and ripped, his clear skin marked with mud and grass stains. His blond hair, long enough to brush his shoulders, is a tousled and tangled mess, woven with twigs and grass, and he looks tired as hell. He trudges in, not even looking at me, and collapses into the chair closest to him.

My heartrate instantly increases. What on earth is going on? Why has this… kid walked in, at half 3 in the morning, all alone, looking an absolute state? Should I ask him if he’s okay, or leave him to it? I should mind my business, right? Probably best not to talk to someone in that state. He might be some psycho. What if he is a psycho? And this is some ploy to get me to go over to him so he can attack me? Maybe I should phone my boss? Who am I kidding? There’s no way his lazy ass will answer.

The bell ringing for a second time interrupts my spiralling train of thought, and my eyes flit to the door to see another boy walking in, around the same age, and just as messy as the first boy. And another boy follows him in. And another, and another, and anoth-

There are eight of them in total, slumped into chairs around the two tables closest to the door. They all look exhausted, and in absolute states. And then realisation washes over me, making me relax a little. They’re werewolves.

We’ve always had werewolves around here. Two different packs live on opposite sides of town, and their rivalry has meant their identity has never exactly been a secret. This is the first time I’m ever seeing any of them in their human form, though (I’ve seen flashes of wolves running past the house in the middle of the night when it’s a full moon, but never close up) and I’m… surprised. They’re all quite… small. I guess I always expected werewolves to be tall and bulky, but only two of them are really… muscly, and they’re all short.

They’re all completely silent, save for their heavy breathing, and I wonder why they’ve stumbled into the diner to just sit at their tables. ‘Are you gonna just stand there, breathing obnoxiously loudly, or are you gonna take our order?’ one of them calls out tiredly, his back to me meaning the only part of him that I can see is his black hair, and I feel my face twist with annoyance. I don’t care if he’s a carnivore that could kill me in an instant if he wanted to. He does not get to come into my workplace and disrespect me. ‘Actually, you’re supposed to come up here and order,’ I reply indignantly, low laughter rippling through the group of boys as the boy who spoke lifts his head, turning to look at me angrily, his eyes flashing red. He has a long cut across his cheek, blood dried around it.

‘What did you just say to m-’ ‘Shut it, Jisung,’ the blond-haired boy says with a small grin, the black-haired boy – Jisung – turning to him aggressively. ‘Don’t tell me to shut it, Hyunjin. I won’t have a little human girl disrespect m-’ ‘Be quiet, Jisung. You were disrespectful to her first,’ another of the boys says calmly, and my eyes flit to him, my stomach turning when I realise he’s already looking at me. He’s one of the muscular boys, his hair sandy brown and fluffy, and his face soft and kind. His lips quirk up in a smile, a deep dimple denting one cheek, and I give him a small smile back, my heart fluttering. He might be a werewolf, but he’s a cute one.

I expect Jisung to give him some annoying retort, but he bites his lip, slumping down in his seat angrily, and the brown-haired boy rolls his eyes, rising from his seat. He makes his way over to me, and I try not to ogle him, but it’s difficult with his shirt ripped diagonally across the front, exposing one strong shoulder and a flash of hard abs, my heart skipping a beat at how gorgeous he is. Thank god I decided to wear a cute outfit today, even if it is hidden behind my white apron.

He slides onto one of the stools on the other side of the counter, leaning on one hand with a sigh, and I don’t know what to say other than, ‘Would you like to order something?’ ‘Um, yeah, actually. We’re quite… hungry. Have you got any… chicken, or beef, or any meat, for that matter?’ he asks, and I blink at him in surprise. I’ve never had someone ordering meat before lunch, let alone at half 3 in the morning. Though, I’ve never served werewolves either, so I guess I’m having a few firsts today.

‘Meat?’ I ask, and he lets out a little chuckle, his soft brown eyes locked with mine and making my heart flutter. ‘Yeah. Meat,’ he says with a small smile. His voice is nice, smooth and melodious with a hint of an accent. ‘Um, I don’t have any ready now, but I’ll start cooking some, and it should be ready in… half an hour?’ I say, and his smile slips into a small frown. ‘Um… no, that won’t be any good. You’ve got raw meat, right?’ he asks, and I feel myself malfunctioning for a moment, before I nod. ‘Can we just have a portion of raw meat each, please? I’ll pay whatever for it,’ he says, and I just stare at him.

‘You want… raw meat?’ I ask, and he lets out another soft chuckle. ‘Yes, please. I’m sure you’ve worked out what we are by now, so you probably know we can eat meat whilst it’s still alive. Raw meat’s just fine for us,’ he says with a grin, and I just nod, still in shock. ‘Okay. I’ll… get you raw meat. Is beef okay? One raw steak each?’ I ask, and he nods, smiling widely. ‘Beef’s perfect. But make it two steaks each please.’ ‘Um, okay. 16 steaks,’ I say, unable to believe I’m about to prepare raw steaks for 8 werewolves, and he just nods, still smiling his handsome smile.

He pays for the steaks, and orders a stack of pancakes and a milkshake for each of them too. The total is one of the most expensive orders we’ve ever had, but he doesn’t bat an eyelid, putting it on his credit card wordlessly. I go into the back to get their steaks ready, trying not to retch at having to put raw bloody beef onto plates for them, and I’m still holding back a retch when I take their plates over, the eight of them staring at the food hungrily. But I can’t help but let out a gag when one of them lifts his plate to his mouth and takes a massive chunk out of the steak, blood rolling down his chin.

The rest of them all laugh at my reaction, the brown-haired boy wincing as he says, ‘half of that bite was gristle, Changbin.’ So they’re happy to eat raw bloody steak, but they’re above eating the gristle? Weird but whatever. The boy who ate the steak – Changbin – just nods, before opening his mouth and pulling out the gristle with his dirty fingers, grinning at my look of disbelief. ‘Never seen a werewolf eat before?’ he asks, eyes sparkling, and I shake my head, still blinking in shock.

‘Take a seat, sweetheart. Tell us about yourself,’ one of the boys says with a smile, hand running through his chocolate brown locks, and I feel my heartrate increase. ‘Don’t worry. We’re not gonna hurt you,’ another of the boys says softly before I can even reply, his hair grey and long at the back, his eyes sparkly and wide. ‘I’m not worried,’ I lie, and they all laugh. ‘We can hear your heartbeat, and it’s pretty fast,’ one of the boys says, this one kind looking with blue locks and a soft baby face, and I feel ridiculously stupid.

‘Well… I can’t sit. I’ve got a job to do.’ ‘There’s no one here other than us. If you don’t want to sit with us, just come out and say it. Don’t beat around the bush,’ Jisung says bluntly, steak in his mouth as he speaks, his cheeks puffing out adorably. ‘We’re a group of werewolves; why would she want to sit with us?’ the brown-haired boy says amusedly, and I hope he doesn’t hear my heart stopping momentarily when he turns his half-smile to me. ‘Usually human girls find us attractive,’ the blond-haired boy – Hyunjin – says matter-of-factly, too focused on his raw steak to look up at me. ‘I probably would find you attractive if you didn’t all look like you’ve lost a fight with an angry bush,’ I say dryly, all of them laughing with their mouths full, making me feel slightly… disgusted.

‘Are the pancakes ready?’ the boy with black hair asks, and I check my watch. ‘Four minutes. How come you guys are so… hungry? Haven’t you been hunting?’ I ask, and they all exchange an amused glance before looking to the boy with brown hair. He doesn’t say anything, just looking at me unreadably, and it’s clear that there’s some sort of secret here. He lets out a little sigh, obviously deciding to tell me, and then he speaks; ‘We only hunt on full moons.’ ‘Oh, of course. The full moon isn’t until next week,’ I say, feeling stupid again, and they all nod. ‘On Halloween. Let’s hope there aren’t any trick-or-treaters in the woods,’ the chocolate brown-haired boy says with a small smirk, and I feel a shiver go down my spine.

‘Do you guys really attack humans?’ I ask, and they let out gentle laughs, obviously amused at how little I know of them. ‘We don’t have much control over our wolf selves, so if a human crosses our path, yes. Well, Alphas can control their wolf selves, so our Alpha will usually stop us from attacking a human. But if our Alpha isn’t there… we’d kill them without a moment of hesitation,’ the grey-haired boy explains, and I listen intently, interested. ‘Who’s your Alpha?’ I ask out of curiosity, and they all look to the brown-haired boy, answering my question. My stomach turns with butterflies when he looks at me, a small smile playing at his lips as he says, ‘that’d be me.’ I don’t know why, but something about him being the Alpha wolf makes him ten times sexier than he already is.

‘Oh. Okay. So, wait, if you guys weren’t hunting, why are you all so… dirty?’ I ask, and Changbin raises an eyebrow. ‘I thought you were supposed to be telling us about you.’ ‘I’m nowhere near as interesting as you guys.’ ‘No, sweetheart, we’re very interested in you,’ Hyunjin smirks, my heart fluttering. And then, as though they can hear something I can’t, they all suddenly turn their heads to the brown-haired boy, almost… nervous expressions on their faces. ‘I didn’t realise, Chan, sor-’ ‘It’s alright, Jin, don’t apologise,’ the brown-haired boy – Chan (definitely suits him) – says gently, his eyes not leaving mine, and I can’t help but wonder what on earth just happened. It’s like they had some sort of conversation and I missed the entire thing.

‘We got into a fight with some of the boys from the other pack,’ Chan murmurs, the atmosphere returning back to normal, and I feel my eyes widen. ‘Really? Who won?’ I ask, a light laugh running around the group at that question. ‘Us.’ ‘Really?’ I ask, even sounding sceptical to my own ears, and they all laugh again. ‘Might not look like we won, but we’re all still alive. Can’t say the same for the other pack,’ Chan says softly, and I blink in surprise. ‘Oh. Why’d you fight them?’ I ask, and they all look to Jisung, the boy rolling his eyes. ‘Because they provoked me.’ ‘No. One of them looked at you, and you started on him,’ the black-haired boy says bluntly, Jisung pouting. ‘Whatever, Seungmin. You didn’t see how he looked at me,’ he says sulkily, the others rolling their eyes at him.

‘However he looked at you, it wasn’t enough to warrant me killing him, but I did anyway, because of you. So learn to keep a lid on your temper, Sung, because I’ll make you fight them yourself next time instead of us involving ourselves. Understood?’ Chan says, tone gentle with a slight edge, and Jisung just nods, obviously opting not to pipe up to the Alpha. Everyone’s silent after that, and the air becomes a little awkward. ‘I’ll just go get your pancakes,’ I say, not waiting for a response before I turn and head towards the back.

I plate their pancakes up, all pretty with syrup and whipped cream and strawberries, and I take them out to them only a few minutes later. They’ve stacked up their empty plates for me at the edge of one of the tables, the gristle all piled up on the top plate, and my heart warms a little; it’s quite sweet of them to make my job a bit easier for me. I put their pancakes down in front of them, each of them murmuring their thanks, and Chan grins at me when I put his down. ‘It looks pretty,’ he says, and I preen at the praise – I always plate up the waffles whenever I’m on shift, because my boss, Jinyoung, liked the way I do them. ‘Pretty like her, huh, Chan?’ Changbin says with a grin, my cheeks heating up, and Chan just death-stares him, the others all silent. ‘Sorry,’ Changbin says sheepishly, dropping his head to look at the plate in front of him.

‘Did you guys fight the other pack as humans then?’ I ask, trying to change the subject, Chan chuckling at the question. ‘You’re a curious girl, huh?’ he asks, and I feel a little embarrassed. ‘Sorry.’ ‘No, don’t… be sorry. It’s cute,’ he says hesitantly, and I can’t hold back the shy smile that spreads across my lips, the other boys all looking amused at their Alpha’s shy flirting. He clears his throat, embarrassed, before answering my question; ‘those of us that are older wolves – myself, Minho and Changbin – can turn into wolves at will, but the younger ones aren’t at that stage yet. Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix and Seungmin can do a half-turn, and Jeongin can’t complete any kind of turn yet. He’s getting there, though,’ Chan adds kindly, patting the blue-haired boy’s arm.

I can’t help but quiz them, so fascinated at how different they are to me, despite looking so normal. By the time Ryujin and Yeji arrive for their shift, I’m perched on a table, chatting comfortably to them about their pack hierarchy whilst we all sip on milkshakes. ‘You look busy, y/n,’ Ryujin calls out amusedly from behind the counter, her and Yeji both grinning at me, and I feel my cheeks heating up. ‘I made some new friends,’ I say mildly, the boys all grinning at the girls, and I realise with a little jolt that all of them have perfectly white teeth, their canines sharp and lethal.

‘We better get going. The pack elders won’t be impressed with you, Jisung, and they’ll be even less impressed at us disappearing all night,’ Chan says sombrely, Jisung looking ashamed of himself as he nods. They all start to rise from their seats, ready to leave, and I feel a little sad as I watch Chan trying to fix his shirt, his muscles rippling with each movement. ‘We’ll drop in again, for some more steak. Maybe cooked next time,’ Chan jokes as the others head towards the door, and I let out a little laugh, nodding shyly. ‘That’d be nice.’ ‘Here. A tip, for your great service,’ Chan says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of notes. He takes my hand into his gently, a thrill running up my arm at the contact, and puts the notes into my palm, closing my fingers over them. ‘Chan, that’s too gener-’ ‘It’s fine. Just take the tip… y/n,’ he murmurs softly, my name sounding heavenly on his lips, my eyes locking with his sparkly brown ones, his smile mesmerising me. ‘Thank you,’ I reply, and he grins, his dimple reappearing and making my heart flutter.

He heads towards the door where the other boys are waiting, waving goodbye once more before they leave into the dawn, the door shutting behind them with a thud. ‘Oh, my God! y/n has a cute werewolf boyfriend!’ Ryujin exclaims, and I hold a hand over my face embarrassedly. ‘He’s not my boyfriend!’ ‘He wants to be! Look at the tip he gave you. He’s into you.’ ‘And he’s hot, y/n! If he comes in again, you better get his number!’

I leave after promising them I’ll make a move next time I see him, and I’m still laughing to myself at their enthusiasm as I step out of the back door, wrapped up in my big winter coat. The sun has just begun to rise, streaking the sky with beautiful pastel colours, but it’s still freezing, my breath fogging in the air as the cold sets into my bones.

I head over to my car, opening the door, and then, out of the corner of my eye, I see something move in the trees on the other side of the car park, and I look over, alarmed. There’s a big dark… shape, and I squint into the darkness, trying to make it out. I realise it’s a wolf, with thick, glossy sandy brown fur and big shiny brown eyes. The wolf stands proud, exuding power, and I just know that it’s Chan. I smile, knowing I’m probably crazy for smiling into the eyes of a lethal and wild creature, even crazier for lifting up a hand in a coy wave, but I’m rewarded when he bows his head in a nod, and maybe I’m imagining it, but I’m almost certain I can see an amused glint in his eyes.

I climb into my car, smiling to myself, Chan still stood there watching, and I wait until he’s disappeared into the trees before I start the car. A loud howl echoes out into the air, ringing in my ears, followed by a chorus of howls, melding into one another like a symphony, and the sound makes me smile.

When I get home and collapse into my bed, I decide to count through the notes that Chan gave me as a tip, and my heart melts when a little slip of paper flutters out of the notes – his phone number with a smiley face written beside it. My parents always told me to stay away from the wolves, but maybe they aren’t all bad.

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justalokifanaccount · 3 years ago

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Episode 2-Play by Play Reactions (Spoilers)

Ooooooh mysterious...

Oh so this variant can (at least briefly) cont people with a simple touch? No need for a scepter?

I NEED A HEROOO!

Oh this variant is taking that lady away? I wonder why

Miss Minutes is gonna move me to violence

Loki is me studying

Hahahahaha get her Loki!

Loki, leave Mobius’ magazines alone

Wow he got into the work force rather fast huh? Bit of a whiplash type scenario considering the end of episode one

No, YOU’RE a cosmic mistake! 😤 my boy looks hot regardless

Sooooo Loki is the most common variant? Why does this not surprise me?

Is... is he a football cup champion??? Omg 😂

Smart boy. Illusion projecting is different than duplication casting. Neato. LISTEN TO MY SMART BOY. RESPECT HIM.

Dude loves wheeling

Yea Loki. Work on getting to the time keepers. Overthrow the government.

Dude is smart with these questions.

Propaganda is INDEED exhausting so that’s fair

Fist hostage... maybe he’s (or she?) gonna use her as a body transfer like Loki in the comics with Sif?

Oh please let this be a genuine smart Loki moment and not just setting him up as a joke and embarrassment...

“Where there are wolf’s ears, wolf’s teeth are near.” Good to know basic mammalian anatomy is still applicable to Asgardian wolves...

Cmon Loki do something cool. Please. Please Loki. Please.

Preach my man, but please, do something cool. My anxiety that you’ll be turned into a joke is spiking.

Is he actually waiting outside or is Loki really just trying to mess with them and throw them off? Or is he just being too cocky for his own good and it’s gonna mess him up? Please please please don’t disappoint me. I have merch for this show already that I can’t return

Bargain baby, bar again. Do it.

Is he actually concerned for the time keepers orrrrrr

Dangit Mobius

Does... being reset... hurt?

Bye C-20 I guess... for now? We’ll see

Of course it’s a friggin theremin that’s playing

Mobius x Judge Renslayer? Oooooooh. Tsundere Renslayer.

Use a coaster my man

Oh her first name is Ravonna

Controversy is the best thing though

You can never understand this Loki. As soon as you begin to understand, he changes. He’s unpredictable.

“I know you have a soft spot for broken things.” Ah, so this entire fandom then?

“But Loki is an evil, lying scourge.” YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU WENCH!

“That is the part he plays in the sacred timeline.” Well you clearly haven’t been paying enough attention to the files then, hm? Here, let me redirect you to one of the many character analyses I’ve written. Now if you read here........

He doesn’t need to change. He’s already not evil

I don’t trust Renslayer or the time keepers... or Renslayer WITH the time keepers... I think she plays a bigger, antagonistic role than I thought.

You just TRY and delete him Mobius... just... TRY... I will find a way to break the fourth wall and no time keepers can keep you safe from the rage of a million fan girls. Nothing... we don’t need magic...

Omg Loki just sitting there in a chair outside the office like a kid while their parent is talking with the teacher about their “recent behavior”.

Cmon Loki, you don’t need to make excuses or impress him.

My poor boy is SOOO out of his zone.

Tbf mobius, you ASKED. You asked what makes him tick.

Hey hey hey, let’s not gaslight my boy...

The Loki is... uhhh something... gotta keep my hopes up. Trust in Tom Hiddleston...

Mobius showing his true colors...

Please Loki... be badass... not just a joke... please please please... PLEASE!

Mobius, play nice.

I hope this “superior” Loki thing, if it is a female, isn’t a desperate attempt at feminism pandering, chocking up her “superiority” to being female. Please give the characters real stories. Flesh them out.

Juice box time?

No?

More homework?

Bugger...

The sass is off the charts

Librarian lady gonna get killed

Oh boy

Pffffft—

I miss Casey.

Hey don’t ignore Loki. That’s rude.

Bell is the answer?

Poor Loki. Stop trying to fit in. You are best when you are genuinely yourself.

What’s to stop Loki from grabbing the other files?

Homework... I thought I escaped this when I graduated...

Whatcha seeing there?

Oh...

Bye bye Asgard...

Cmon... not more feels.

AGGHHHHHHHH

Please allow him confirmation of Thor’s survival and beating of Thanos!!! He needs that confirmation! He needs that reassurance.

Hear him out Mobius.

“He’s hiding in apocalypses.” Sooooo is that why they go to presumably Mount Vesuvius? I assume?

Mobius, let Loki have your salad.

Rip salad

CASEY

Casey’s juice box

Poor Casey and mobius salad...

Loki, your logic astounds me.

Well, pushing Hulk off of the bridge WOULD have an effect...

VESUVIUS HERE WE COME

He hasn’t really stabbed anyone in the back... except Thor... but not 50 times

Pompeii, here we come!

Ooooooh we gonna see Loki dance with a lady? 😏 get ittttt

Well, if you do cause a branch, can’t you just reset the timeline?

CAUSE SOME CHAOS MY LOVELY MAN

OMG IM HEARING THE LOVE OF MY LIFE SPEAK ITALIAN

I can die happy now

Loki... you look insane.

Uhhh run

Okay you’re good

Sleepy Loki

Let him sleep!

Soooo, I mean, technically, Loki’s actions would still cause the timeline to change, but said change wouldn’t have an impact on the future, just the current moment... so shouldn’t it still be detected by the TVA? At least as a little fleck?

Jet skis?

Omg I just snorted at Loki begrudgingly agreeing with Mobius that jet skis are awesome

Mobius offending my History Teachers for 50 minutes straight... that’s it. That’s the episode.

Mobius really in love with jet skis for some reason

We better get to see Mobius on a jet ski

Fighting for jet skis?

Lol mobius has a point about the magical Asgardians and Jötunns

Glorious purpose

Cmon Loki, destroy this man’s beliefs.

OVERTHROW THE GOVERNMENT

DO IT

TEAM UP AND THROW THE TIMELINE INTO CHAOS

How would you know what the time keepers are doing when you’ve never met them?

How can you meet in peace at the end of time with no chaos?

“You see, I know something children don’t. That no one bad is ever truly bad. And no one good is ever truly good.”

Mobius, don’t patronize my boy. Go jet skiing.

“I know.” Oh good, that point in the trailer was edited.

No candy on Asgard? Poor Loki.

May the best man win? Well that automatically means Loki.

Getting National Treasure vibes

Love you

Alabama will still exist in 2050? That’s disappointing.

Roxxcart.

Loki is very smart. Thank you show.

Renslayer, if you claim Mobius is your friend, trust him.

Kachow!

“For all time.” “Always.” TVA is definitely a cult.

Weapon?

WEAPON!

...weapon???

no weapon...

Meanie...

Are we gonna see what this Loki variant looks like?

I have a feeling this variant is gonna be the female, blonde (I’m so sorry, at the moment I forget her name) in those pictures we saw. Guessing because 1) she was wearing a Loki outfit. 2) her and tom Hiddleston were wet in that picture as if rained on 3) the scene when they enter Roxxcart occurs when it starts to rain due to the upcoming massive storm. So I’m placing all of my money on the table the Loki variant is Lady Loki. Blonde, for some reason. (Or maybe she just didn’t have a wig on in the picture of her we saw?)

Yea please don’t prune this Loki.

Storms a brewing

Good to know Alabama, at some point, does get destroyed. That’s comforting. (Btw this is a joke. I have nothing against Alabama lol. Idk why my brain thought this was funny lol.)

All wet and rainy.

HAHAHAHA USE THAT MAGIC BABY

LET MOBIUS STICK WITH LOKI

Ooh ooh! Is Loki gonna use powers to yoink the roomba here?

Uh oh. Forgot to take into consideration that most big businesses, especially stores, have security cameras, huh?

Times ticking...

Wait was that a reset charge?

Awkward silence

Spookyyyy

Poor dude lol

Or not

Hmmm

Oh???

I RECOGNIZE THAT MAGIC!!! ITS HER!!!

HUNTER (forget her number) IS THE LOKI VARIANT!!! When was she replaced? Or was she always the variant?

That or the other Loki is projecting herself into the hunter? Maybe used the shopping dude as a conduit?

Moment of realization

Smiling contest

No no, Tom Hiddleston’s Loki is superior. I don’t care who else tries to play Loki, Tom IS Loki.

Oh no

Baby crying?

These poor people...

No need to be rough

Is Mobius genuinely caring

Oh... poor C-20

Team up please? Please?

Ah so they really can just send themself into any body they wish, huh? Just by touch?

Loki, learn that trick please.

Sooo, is the other variant Loki’s body tangible? Do they project their conscience into other bodies via touch, or do they not have a corporeal body and rely on others to exist?

Doctor Who vibes

TEAM UP PLEASE

YES

Please

Please?

Offended by Loki name?

Haha sympathy for Thor

Go randy.

Soooo what are you interested in if not ruling the TVA?

Who’s that planting charges? The real body of the other variant Loki?

You okay C-20? (Off topic her actress reminds me of the actress who played Ava Star aka Ghost in Ant-Man and the Wasp) what is real and what about it is so mind capturing for you?

Oh no

Poor girl

Cmon B-15

Hello?

Reset charge

Oh? Bye bye?

HEY!

That’s rude

I miss Randy too

Cmon Loki fight like the badass I know you are

Please

HAHA! TELEKINESIS

Cartwheel WEEEEE

Oooh he swore

Lokis have a pattern of swearing only while taking other peoples forms

Cmon Loki. Go back to mobius. Help them. Prove your goodness. Please.

Poor trucker man

Hello?

Hello!

Fave reveal?

I KNEW IT

Oh????

Flashlights?

RUN!

Is this actually a Loki variant or just sylvie? Or Amora?

Uh oh...

What’s happening

Is she absolutely destroying the timeline?

Poor Doctor Strange. I wonder if he knows about the TVA?

Loki is all alone? Why is he standing still?

Where is she going?

Cmon Loki... help them please...

Loki...

CLIFF HANGER

NOOOOO I CANT WAIT ANOTHER WEEK AGHHHHHHHH

Are they gonna be okay?

How is the variant traveling?

What is her goal?

Why is Loki going after her?

Why is Loki leaning towards the apparent evil side?

Is this actually lady Loki or sylvie or amora since her hair is blonde?

WHAT IS HAPPENING???

So much just happened in so little time. It’s like Marvel wants to slowly spoon feed us with the first 3/4 of the episode and then in the last 1/4, they waterboard us.

Why is this female Loki variant so much more powerful?

So Loki DID know what was going on at the Renaissance fair and was intentionally stalling for her... why?

Her horned helmet is similar to the one kid(?) Loki wears in the comics. One horn broken. How did that happen? Why does she still wear it, especially if she doesn’t want to be called Loki?

No end credit scene yet.

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #disney #loki on disney+#Loki show #Loki series #disney plus #disney+#disney+ loki #loki disney #tom hiddleston #Loki episode 2 #loki spoilers #loki reaction

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staliasjeronica · 4 years ago

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Riverdale S5 Ep4 Thoughts *Spoilers*

Thoughts on Tonidale under the cut!! I’m literally so excited because they say this is a refresh and no bh or va as we all wanted!

- Seven years later and Archie is still dreaming about high school football. Never forget the highs and lows of high school football asdfgjkl; HE DREAMS OF CHERYL? Honestly I thought this was going to be a little cringe but this opening sequence was really, really good.

- SERGENT?! BRO-

- Archie reading to Jackson 🥺🥺

- Archie looks so fucking good though FUCK

- I wonder if Jackson will actually show up again in the season

- THE FIRST PLACE ARCHIE GOES TO IS POPS AS HE SHOULD!!!

- TABITHA AHHH. WHYTE WYRM BITCHESSS!!! MY OT3 IS TOGETHER AGAIN I MISSED TONI, SWEET PEA, AND FANGS!

- Knowing Kevin is on the other side of the stage alone and Archie didn’t go sit with him :( but that’s okay just LOOK AT HIS PUPPY FACE WATCHING TONI. ARCHIETONI BESTIES YUPPPP Toni’s smile at Archie 🥺🥺

- Of course the baby daddy’s a secret DAMN

- Pop Tate isn’t dead,,, Tabitha would be sad af. Plus I refuse <3

- Betty looks so good muah her breaking up with Jughead is the best thing to ever happen to her.

- “I caught serial killers in high school” and that above the face camera angle automatically makes me angry dhfjhsadfa. Why does her partner remind me of Charles. WAIT THAT TOUCH IGNORE THAT I COMPARED HIM TO CHARLES

- “Thai with friends” mmhm typical Betty lying hjkdfasf

- BETTY HAS A CAT? But does she always have to wear a FBI shirt to show she’s in the FBI lol

- Adult!Betty looks so fucking amazing though.

- Ahh yes Betty lying to people trying to help her smh off course

- TWO WEEKS IN CAPTIVITY? HE KEPT HER FOR TWO WEEKS? Her reaction to Archie calling her AHHHHH

- WAIT HE’S ACTUALLY HER BF?? I mean I think that’s probably against FBI protocol or something but idc her dating literally anyone but Jughead is so so satisfying

- The way I haven’t paid attention to the areas in the corner…

- “Little Chadwicks or Little Veronica’s” no❤️

- I’ve seen this scene so many times… anyways Veronica is still the baddest bitch we love the she-wolf of wall street.

- “The sex was amazing” lol meaning it doesn’t now.

- What accident…

- HERMIONE?! I was surprisingly not expecting her omggggg awww

- “He’s vain, like Hiram.” So why didn’t Hermione tell her daughter that Chad was like Hiram and stop her form marrying him at all??

- CAN CHAD AND VERONICA STOP BEING KINDA CUTE?!??!

- HELICOPTER CRASH….

- The way Chad is on his knees for Veronica as he should be. WORSHIP HER AS YOU SHOULD!!

- NOT ANOTHER EGG ASDFGHJKL; wait but not her selling it IMMEDIATELY?? You have to wait for a little bit bc that’s rude. But it’s Veronica and it was from Chad so it’s okay 💞😂

- Jughead and Veronica both being in New York muah

- Petition for Jughead to never wear a robe again…

- JESSICA IS SO 💞💞💞💞💞 I feel so bad for her. But how did they get together in the first place…

- People still calling Jughead by his last name though is very interesting.

- This girl was reading Jughead’s book at a bar… lol yeah no

- Jughead immediately having sex with a girl he just met literally right after being broken up with… but also it’s hilarious because they have more chemistry than him and Betty ever did. GIRL TAKE THE S SHIRT OFF HE HASN’T WASHED IT IN YEARS

- SHE STALKED HIM ASDFGHJKL; GIRL- he thinks he’s about to die pls

- Jughead with messy hair ughhhh fuck- NOT HER BLACKMAILING HIM. He could literally just take the card away from her and she’d never know.

- Archie calling Jughead after Veronica I’ll take that as a crumb because I can

- Archie thinking it was six years… did he actually meet up with BETTY only??

- SWEET PEAAAAAAAAAAA

- Kangs staying together they’re cute but how

- SWEET PEA DIDN’T GO TO COLLEGE MY HEEART NOOOOO :((((((((((

- TRUCKERS……… don’t tell me they’re running a kidnapping ring or something-

- Nana Rose still alive… how?

- Literally why is Reggie working for Hiram? It makes NO sense for Reggie considering Hiram left him to die when Fangs got shot… ugh

- Cheryl keeping tabs on Toni throughout the years mmhmmmmmm

- So Cheryl is replicating art pieces… is that how she goes to jail? If that’s even true?

- Archie calling Betty first muahhhh Barchie 💞💞💞💞

- Poor Archie it must suck to see a place he built bee all fucked up…

- Oh the fireman outfit makes sense now!

- Picken’s park rip

- Archie and Toni on a bike is everything I’ve wanted two ever see

- The way irl Hiram wouldn’t be able to stay mayor this long, it’d be four years…

- NOT THEE GHOULIES TAKING OVER HIS HOUSE

- Jughead is still bitter seven years later lmaoooo he looks so miserable

- Pop’s retirement party and Toni made it sound like he was dead djfhkafdskaf

- LOPAZ SITTING BESIDE ONE ANOTHER!! <3

- TABITHAAAAAAAAA I love her sm already

- This is why you don’t hop into random people’s cars or trucks

- BETTY’S MOAN IN THE SHOWER… BECAUSE OF ARCHIE YUP YUP!!

- Also The Walking Dead had the same villain for seasons (and he’s STILL alive for some reason that idk bc I stopped watching) and it decreased the quality of the show… if they don’t end Hiram FOR GOOD this season...

#Riverdale #Thoughts #Spoilers

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appleb18 · 5 years ago

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I Wanted Believe in Steven (A Critical Steven Universe Post)

Steven Universe, a popular show that has won the hearts of so many people. It had good songs, talks about mental health and relationships, a lovable cast of characters and it’s revolutionary for representing LGBT. As the show finally wraps up with Steven Universe: Future being the series finale, I want to say this… I used to believe in Steven Universe. I truly got into it when it first came out and then I started to appreciate it more as the show progressed even with the flaws. However, as time moved on, the show’s flaws have outweighed the strengths, making my enjoyment decline and become critical and nitpicky towards it. So I believe it’s time to point out the many problems with the show.

The Glory Days of Steven Universe

Before I begin ranting about the show, I want to talk about when I actually liked Steven Universe back in seasons 1-3. It was when everyone actually enjoyed the show before it went downhill.

- So before Steven became really annoying, I actually liked him when he was developing in season 1. He was very immature at first but he gradually grew. He became a member of the Crystal Gems and finally summoned his shield.

- Peridot’s redemption was handled very well and I enjoyed her character throughout the whole show.

- The show once balanced filler and plot.

- I enjoyed the Crystal Gems chemistry back in seasons 1 - 3. They acted like a family with Garnet being the wise guardian, Pearl being overprotective, Amethyst laidback and Steven maturing.

- The songs are great.

- The messages are relatable such as “Love Letter.” Garnet tells Jamie that love-at-first-sight doesn’t work. It takes time and a lot of work. You must know the person first before you begin to love someone.

Those are the reasons why I enjoyed the show back in the day. Now it’s time to talk about how the Crewniverse messed up everything.

Inconsistencies. Are. Everywhere

Steven Universe is well known for having no consistency and that’s one of the major problems with the show. While I can forgive season 1 animation because let’s face it, not every show has good animation like Phineas and Ferb. Though having characters go off-model consistently gets really irritating to watch. It’s irritating because most of them are professional storyboard artists and yet they’re doing a very sloppy job.

The reason behind unprofessional animation is Rebecca Sugar wanted her crew to have artistic freedom and have their own stylistic choice. They can draw whatever they want as long as the viewers can recognize the characters. There are many problems with this.

While it’s nice to see the artist's own style it doesn’t work with a cartoon that’s story-driven. You’ll probably argue that some shows like Adventure Time and American Dragon go off-model. However, it’s just redesigned and they stick with it till the very end of their respective series.

Also, shows like Ren and Stimpy and Flapjack go off-model because for comedic effect.

So stylistic choice doesn’t mean artists can draw whatever they want. It means that a character has their own style.

Terrance and Philip from South Park

Elmore characters from The Amazing World of Gumball

Each of them has a unique character design. It’s not the Korean animator's fault for it, they’re given what the Crewniverse drew, trace it and just animate it and they can’t fix their errors. What makes it upsetting is that animation pilots and shorts made by a single person or independent team with very little funding have more consistent and appealing animation than Steven Universe.

I ain’t an animator, but I know when animation goes off-model. Sadly, it’s not just inconsistent art that the show suffers from, but inconsistent writing and discontinuity as well.

Such as in “Are You My Dad?” Aquamarine and Topaz knocked out Steven and then she abandoned him while they took Lars, Sadie, Onion, Jamie, and Connie. Then in “I Am My Mom” they lure him and The Crystal Gems out for information to find Greg. So if you wanted to get information to find him, why didn’t they just grab him when he was knocked out?

Also, why did Aquamarine agree to Steven’s terms? Her wand is the most broken weapon in the show. She could’ve grabbed everyone including The Crystal Gems.

Garnet couldn’t tell Steven about her future vision because it wanted him to go more? If she just told him about Greg's capture, he would have understood. Also, she gave him future visions in “Jailbreak,” “Snow day” and “Future Boy Zoltron.” Why didn’t she do that for that kind of situation?

The Crystal Gems, who have special abilities, summon weapons and powers that fought Gems and Corrupted Gems and yet they were beaten by a freaking Steven Catus, Really?

We saw Lapis control the freaking ocean in “Mirror Gem”, “Ocean Gem” and “Why So Blue”, so why didn’t she use that to remove the injector?

After 6,000 years of waiting for Pink Diamond, Spinel got news about her Diamond and that she gave up her physical form to give birth to Steven. It changed her appearance from happy go lucky to edgy. Now she wants vengeance. So I’m wondering how was she able to get an injector and a scythe, then go to Earth in under a few hours?

In “Giant Woman,” Pearl explains that two gems have to decide to fuse together and they have to sync with each other to do it. In “Change Your Mind,” Steven fuses with the Crystal Gems midair while they are in their gem state.

How the hell did Connie get affected by Blue Diamond’s pathokinesis when Lapis Lazuli arrived in “Reunited”?

She was fine when BD did it the first time.

Mean Lapis and Bluebird are still on the loose. I know most shows leave things unanswered but you can’t leave two villains out there. They can still do harm to others

I really wish the Crewniverse showed more professionalism because there are so many errors in the show and some of them are so simple to fix, yet they don’t and that’s what I call lazy.

The Cast of Characters Don’t Do Much

I used to like the cast of characters, even the humans I enjoyed watching. When season 4 - Future came in, they got ruined. Most of them don’t do much in the show. I feel like they got sidelined because the Crewniverse had no idea what to do with them.

Let’s first talk about The citizens of Beach City and how they are the most boring characters in the show. At first, they weren’t so bad because they did have a role to play in the story like when The Cool Kids talked to Steven about his mother when he found out that she was a war criminal and he blamed himself for his mother not being around anymore. They also helped him not get scolded by The Crystal Gems when they found Peridot’s escape pod.

There’s even some slice-of-life episodes that I did enjoy watching such as

“Sadie’s Song”

And “Historical Fiction”

But now they don’t react to any Gem situation anymore. They just stand around and serve no purpose to the plot. Look at “Future”, throughout the whole epilogue mini-series, the humans didn’t do a dang thing in the series. For example, The Cool Kids, Lars, Sadie, and Shep don’t talk to Steven about his mental health when he was about to crush them with his force field. It just makes it feel that they don’t care about him or oblivious about that experience

Then they didn’t do squat when Steven became a monster and I know they're just humans but their friends and the show focus on them a lot, so they have to use them. It made me wonder why they even focus on them in season 4 and season 5 if they're not going to serve their purpose in the story.

Now let's talk about the more interesting characters and how the Crewniverse wasted them. Many Gems and few human characters (Lars, Greg, Connie) get them characters to grow, face struggles and have moments that can make a character likable. After all that, the Crewniverse had no idea what to do so they just left them.

Peridot’s redemption was well written. from season 1 - season 3. From a villain that has unknown technology and feels more alien than the Crystal Gems to a member of the Crystal Gem. As much as I love her development and she’s my favorite, however, she doesn’t do much in the show. Most shows that give a lot of development to a character are part of the main cast but in Steven Universe's case, she gets put in the barn with Lapis Lazuli and does nothing. She’s never involved in major story arcs such as she didn’t come along to help Steven to get his dad back in Zoo Arc and didn’t help with beach city citizens getting kidnapped in Wanted Arc.

Even in the Pink Diamond Arc, she has no part to play. All she was in that arc was a punchline and a hyperactive character with no defining moments. While it’s nice she has a new outfit, it doesn’t change anything.

Peridot had the potential to be a really great character but she got wasted because they had no idea what to do with her.

Pearl and Garnet never got their own character arc. When they fused with Steven to become Rainbow Quartz 2.0 and Sunstone it was rushed. I know they didn’t have time to do their arcs but if they cut townie episodes and focused on their bond it would’ve felt more impactful for him to fuse with them. Season 4 could’ve been Garnet and Season 5 could’ve been Pearl. Just look at Amethyst where she finds mutual respect and love for Steven and that’s really great to see. With them, we don’t have a moment like that.

A good example of using characters is Regular Show. They used their characters pretty well, giving each of them a good amount of screen time.

Benson’s drum solo

Getting to know more about Skips history

Muscle Man setting his ashes free at Great Trucker Graveyard

High Five Ghost reunited with his love interest

Pop’s proving that he’s part of the guys for Guys Night

Rigby graduates high school

Mordecai painting for Benson

And what I like the most about is they all have a moment together as best friends. Such as in “Parkie Rewards,” although Benson doesn’t win an award, the gang made their very own award and paper trophy. Benson made a speech about how he appreciated his staff workers.

I really wish Steven Universe had something like that and I really wanted to see more of Lapis, Garnet, Amethyst, and Bismuth but sadly the writers aren’t giving them much to do anymore.

A Shift of Pacing

Steven Universe really wants to tell a story like most cartoon shows are doing such as Over the Garden Wall, Adventure Time, Owl House and many more. They keep adding episodic episodes in the middle of unresolved conflict and have the concluding rushed. An example of this is the Cluster arc.

Peridot tells The Crystal Gems that the Cluster will emerge at any time… AT ANY TIME! So the gang planned to create a gem drill to destroy it to save the Earth. So instead of working on the drill, they kept delaying it like

Garnet told her story to Steven of how Ruby and Sapphire met

Celebrating Steven’s birthday

Peridot processing on becoming a “Crystal Gem”

I know Peridot was working on the drill and I like Peridot’s redemption but it’s a life or death situation. You can’t do other things when the Cluster can emerge at any time. The way they resolved the arc was really rushed. The Crystal Gems finally locate the whereabouts of Malachite and so Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl go to Watermelon Island and fuse to Alexandrite to defeat her. Then the Cluster emerges and it’s up to Steven and Peridot to deal with it. Instead of destroying the Cluster, he talks to it and it stops itself from emerging by bubbling itself. The way the writers conclude the arc was so anticlimactic and rushed. It ended two major plots, Malachite and Cluster in two episodes and Steven just talking to it was ridiculous. The Cluster arc should’ve at least had two episodes and Malachite should’ve come after the event because she was briefly mentioned in three episodes.

Adventure Time has a mini-series that primarily focuses on plots. It resolves conflicts and it doesn’t waste any time such as Islands, Stakes, and Elements.

People tend to blame the network for the inconsistent schedule and hiatus. While it may be true, however, it’s not really a big issue with the show. Gravity Falls isn’t consistent with its schedule but it has better pacing than Steven Universe. From Nov. 26, 2014 - Feb 16, 2015, the ep “Northwest Mansion Noir” was released, another month of waiting for “Not What He Seems.” Then we have to wait for four months, July 13th, 2015, for “The Tale of Two Stans.” Then there’s Steven Universe where we have to wait for six months for the next episode and it is just Towney episodes and it doesn’t even matter to the plot. So I pretty much don’t understand why people are complaining about the Steven Universe hiatus when Gravity Falls, a well-written show, has a hiatus as well.

They could’ve had a well-written story if only they weren't so focused on the human side of Steven and cut most of the filler out.

Action Doesn’t Have Consequences

In most shows, movies, and video games, characters will make rash decisions that have other characters disagree and even have a bit of a falling out.

Look at Gravity Falls “Land Before Swine.” Stanley doesn’t like Mabel’s pet pig, Waddles, and he left him outside when there was a Pterodactyl in town. Stan left Waddles unattended and caused him to get captured.

Soos messed up a lot in the episode. Without thinking, he barged in as Dipper developed the film which ruined a good picture of the dinosaur.

He tries to be optimistic when Mabel finds out Stanley left him out however it ineffective when he ravels the yarn back up and thus cut the clear path and accidentally break the lamb

To prove their worth is by Stanley fights the pterodactyl to save Waddles

And Soos and Dipper make up when he apologizes and he admits he made mistakes. Dipper and Mabel then took Soos advice to follow his lead and walk in a straight line as for dinosaurs' eyes are so far apart and that it can’t see in front of itself and the plan went well.

So with Steven Universe, most characters in the show have done pretty terrible things and the show never atoned for their actions.

In “Island Adventure”, Sadie trapped Lars and Steven on an island by hid the Gem portal with leaves so she can hit on him. Although she saved his life by poofing the gem monster with a pointy stick, it doesn’t help the fact that she trapped them for a month! It is also idiotic that the show treats Lars as he’s the bad guy where in reality, Sadie is!

Amethyst, although I do like her character development in the show, however, she did pretty a messed up thing and they never resolved it. In “Maximum Capacity”, Greg finds out that he’s missing the fireworks and Amethyst shapeshifts from Steven to Greg to cheer him up. She changes back and gets mad at him for not spending time with her. So she shapeshifts to Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond which causes Greg to look away and it’s the second time she has done it, and then Steven comes in to stop and question both of them. Amethyst feels guilty and left. So in order to make things up, she came up with an idea to clean that the Crystal Gems can clean out Greg storage. So this is really messed up. She shapeshifted as his wife and not only it scarred Greg but Steven as well and yet the writers never decided on how they can properly make it up. That’s so horrible.

Lapis Lazuli took the Earth's water, almost killed Connie, broke Peridot's tape recorder and called it garbage, and she took the barn. When she finally comes back to help the Crystal Gems to fight against the Diamonds. Her response to everyone was “hey”. She never apologized for anything she has done. I know she has PTSD but it doesn’t excuse her actions.

The only character that actually feels guilty and has to make amends of her wrongdoing is Pearl. She deceived Garnet by keeping rebuilding Gem communicator so she can fuse with her to form Sardonyx to make herself feel better. Steven and Amethyst find out and spill the beans which gets Garnet mad and Pearl feels guilty. In the last episode of the Sardonyx arc, they get trapped by Peridot. When they were about to get crushed, they two finally talk and Pearl apologizes to her and calls herself “just a pearl” and Garnet tells her you are your own gem and that makes her feel better and fused to Sardonyx once again.

Now it’s time to talk about the second major gripe with the show that everyone has and it’s the Diamonds being redeemed. The Diamonds are tyrannical fascist dictators that caused genocide many species, colonized many worlds, corrupt gems, shatter gems that don’t obey, have an army, gems that are off-color are put to the underground, and force fused shattered gems into a Cluster. After what they have done, you think they need to pay, right? Unfortunately, since Rebecca Sugar said ``there are no villains' ' and the show is about empathy, the Diamonds, especially White Diamond, get a clean slate. So it’s fine to have a villain be sympathetic and have a sad backstory, it makes them more human but having them redeemed is something you should never ever do, especially what they’ve done. They have very little screen time to show their development and have doubts about their empire.

Then they made them worse when in Steven Universe: “The Movie” and “Future”

In Steven Universe: “The Movie”, The Diamonds become clingy aunties to Steven and tell them don’t do evil things anymore like calling other species “equal lifeforms”, disband their arms and not shatter gems.

In Steven Universe: “Future”, The Diamonds abilities have a completely opposite effect towards Gems such as

Yellow Diamond’s ability to change from poofing gems to fixing

Blue Diamond’s ability to change from sad blue orbs to happy blue clouds

White Diamond's ability changed from manipulation to control her for a brief moment.

Having them become good and having emotions won’t cut it. They can’t atone for what they’ve done for the past millions of being fascist dictators and just saying “I’m a good Diamond now” can’t wipe away their past actions. It doesn’t work like that!

My Little Pony Friendship is Magic, A SHOW FOR LITTLE GIRLS, have a better-written villain redemption than Steven Universe and I ain’t kidding. Discord was the main antagonist for “Return of Harmony”. All he wanted to do is cause chaos. He was defeated by the mane six at the end of the second part of the episode.

In season 3, “Keep Calm and Flutter On”, Discord was reformed by Fluttershy because Princess Celestia believes he can be a good ally and knows that she can do it.

Throughout season 4, everyone still doesn’t trust him even though he’s friends with Fluttershy.

In the season 4 finale, he sided with Tirek and he betrayed them because he thought he’ll be rewarded for it.

Then he was betrayed by him. After Tirek and Twilight fought, she gave up her magic to save her friends, including Discord. It made him realize that friendship is more precious than anything of what he’ll give him and that’s when he’s been fully accepted as a friend to the mane six.

I also want to talk about Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond. While many fans in the community and the Crewniverse always point that she’s terrible and I agree she is. Such as leaving Spinel for 3,000 years, cracked her first Pink Pearl, abandoned her Diamond duties to be free, started a Gem war that cost many Gems to shatter to pursue her own goal, bubbled Bismuth, gems got corrupted, and left Steven with the burden. It is indeed bad but when compared to the Diamonds, she’s more of a saint than them. At least she does develop, doesn’t shatter gems and save the Earth from the Diamonds.

With story pacing being all over, villains and even characters aren’t paying for their actions and a cast of characters aren’t doing much, what’s the most problematic of the show? Well, it’s a combination of all my problems into one and that is…

Steven “Center Of” Universe

The major problem with the show, the one that brings down the show a lot and it’s Steven Omnipresence. First off, I don’t mind when a show has a protagonist point-of-view like Ben 10, Phineas and Ferb, Over the Garden Wall, etc. As long as it's written well and keeps the story moving, it’s fine but with Steven Universe, it has tons of problems. Steven's point-of-view is the cause of all its flaws and I can’t stress it enough about it.

So let’s first talk about the obvious one and how it’s only Steven's perspective. The problem with this is we only see things if Steven is there to witness it. The show introduces a fascinating world of Gems and yet the show doesn’t dive into that because Steven doesn’t care about and all he does is hang around Beach City. Steven will never explore unless he chooses to and some major plot points are offscreen which you should never do, especially it’s a story-driven show. An example of this is “Wanted Arc’” and yes I’m using it the third time as my example because it really is a terrible arc. When Steven comes back home, he had some information about Homeworld, discovered that there’s a mystery about Pink Diamond shattering, Off Colours, Steven can bring back people from the dead and Lars in space. With all that, what does Steven do? Nothing. Throughout his adventure in space, he never mentions it to the Crystal Gems and instead of that being the main focus, it’s townies and Connie. While Steven is doing Beach City fluff, Lars is actually progressing the plot by him developing and escaping Homeworld with the Off Colours. I truly wonder why the Crewniverse believes that Beach City is more important than Gems?

They got interesting lore and I truly want them to explore it more but they had to waste all that and have the most major plot points be offscreen for Steven's perspective.

The second problem with Steven p.o.v is his contestant presence. The show will always be about him, no other characters get the spotlight or do anything unless he’s there. There’s rarely a scene that doesn’t have Steven and it’s frustrating when there’s a well-rounded cast of characters that I want to see more than him. We’ll never see them interact with other characters nor explore different parts of the world. Other shows have done it such as

Amazing World of Gumball - “The World”

Adventure Time - “Varmints”

Avatar: The Last Airbender - “Zuko Alone”

Rick and Morty - “Tales From the Citadel”

Imagine how great it will be if explore more of the cast like

Uncorrupt Gem characters and Curley Lapis going by their day in Little Homeschool.

Lars becoming a space pirate

Lapis and Peridot becoming friends

Pearl meeting up with Mystery Girl

Volleyball recovering from her trauma

Ruby and Sapphire being their own individuals

They got a lovable cast of characters that I want the show to further explore and yet the Crewniverse don’t do anything with them and that’s such a missed opportunity.

Then the third most egregious problem with Steven p.o.v is he’s the communicator. The show tries to message that talking things will work but no one really talks to each other unless it’s Steven. Characters barely make their opinion or a chance to speak for themselves while Steven's opinion will and shall always be in the right and we barely see characters talking to one another. Examples of these are…

When Steven bubbles Bismuth, Pearl and Garnet don't say a thing and just let him. They don't question why he did or lash him out for it. They just went along with it. Steven decided to unbubble her in “Made of Honor “ for a wedding without talking to anyone else about it and again, they still haven’t asked questions and they just went along with it.

In “Reunited”, instead of Crystal Gems look at each other to find their strength like Garnet telling Pearl she’s her own Pearl, Pearl telling Amethyst she’s isn’t an accident, and they tell Garnet that she’s a great leader, Steven has to remind them what they are supposed to be.

Blue and Yellow had issues with the Gem Empire but too afraid to say to White Diamond. Until Steven arrived and that’s when they tried talking to her.

The Diamonds become good because Steven tells them being a fascist dictator is bad and they agree. They disbanded the Gem Empire and changed their abilities to help Gems under two years.

Steven made Pearl talk to Amethyst.

The message the show tries to tell that people should communicate is completely flawed because rather than have other characters improve their lives by talking to one another, they made Steven the messiah that every character looks up to. Steven will change your mind and you have no choice in the matter.

Conclusion

With the end of Steven Universe, I want to say that this show could’ve been better. Steven Universe was created by Rebecca Sugar, a former storyboard artist for Adventure Time and the one who mainly writes episodes about Marceline and wrote songs for the show. When she announced that she's left AT to make her show, I was excited and had such high hopes for it. I really want this show to succeed and it could’ve been the next Adventure Time, My Little Pony Friendship is Magic or Gravity Falls but sadly it failed to do so. The show flaws outshined it the strength by it was handled unprofessionally, wasted their characters, the pacing is all over the place, no character pay for their past actions and Steven’s point-of-view. I don’t think it’s the worst show I’ve ever watched nor a masterpiece, it's just a disappointingly average show in my personal opinion. I hope Rebecca Sugar and her crew not just see this as their progressive show by representing LGBT and messaging but also see what they would have approved of on the show and how they could’ve made it better. I had a lot of good memories when I first watched the show. It had the potential to be better but it never filled the promises they made.

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Hey I'm super intrigued by your halmanverse stuff (just finished reading your most recent mpreg fic and also timelapse and also the omegaverse explanation post) but I'm still kinda confused, maybe because I'm in general already overthinking gender like 95% of the time. I have a lot of questions but mainly I was wondering what specific differences you imagine between halman Dean and male Dean? Mostly physical/presentation-wise, but also in terms of personality/emotion/emotional expression/etc?

oh wow, I’m glad you’re interested! (and even went back to that ancient post! bro!) I related to the overthinking part--I’m not that interested in gender qua gender but I am super interested in trying to figure out how a three-sexed civilization might actually work, and what gender expression results from there, etc etc. It’s a conundrum! My friend can attest to the hours I’ve spent moaning and flailing over how tf fashion would even work, much less everything else. But--it’s easier to think about if we start from a few basic premises:

1. I don’t want to write it as a dystopia; 2. I want it to feel semi-familiar as a setting; 3. I want Dean still to feel as much like himself as possible; 4. I want things to feel as naturalistic and realistic as possible.

All of which are kind of connected. I didn’t want to write it as a sex-crazed ultramating fuck-ciety, so heats get calmed down and ‘omegas’ (halmen) aren’t wee sex dolls who pump out seventy puppies per litter. (What do they even do with all those babies in omegaverse fics? Eat them??) The fact that I’m still using “he” pronouns means that halmen are still mostly masculine-presenting, but there are tells that mean that everyone can recognize a halman vs a man vs a woman (unless, of course, there’s some passing activity going on--much like in our own culture, where you can pretty much get a sense at a glance how someone is operating, and it’s exceptional if someone says, ‘actually, my gender identity is [x].’)

Still, halmen are, for lack of a better word, baby carriers. So, while they’re stronger/bigger/taller than women for the most part, they’re also given a slightly feminized role just by virtue of how this culture treats baby carriers. That translates into job choice, fashion, expected behavior. To delineate, halman!Dean:

Basic physical stuff: - he’s about 5′10, which is a little taller than average for a halman (much as real!Dean is a little taller than average for a man) - slightly rounder features, to go along with enticing mates to treat you well -- still very recognizable as Dean (esp with his lips and eyes already being Like That), but a very slightly softer jaw, probably. - high testosterone gives him good muscle structure and broad shoulders; high estrogen gives a soft subcutaneous layer of fat (which, ahem, Jensen already has) and less body hair; wider more feminine hips; flat chest (until pregnancy). So, the silhouette is a little different--sort of an hourglass, sort of an upside down triangle. - downstairs, you’re getting a very large clitoris (small penis-sized -- think of hyenas), which is also where the ureter is; no testicles, obviously; anus/birth canal hybrid, because that’s just fun tbh -- probably translates into that area being cleaner than usual, but let’s be honest, babies get poop on them half the time anyway, so. - heats are twice-yearly, ish (I think I said 25 weeks in one fic?) -- no crazy compulsion, no one’s gonna die if they don’t get fucked, but an actual body temp increase and definite horniness, and this is pretty much the only time all year that halmen can get pregnant. The hormones they’re putting out are also what triggers men to knot, so. It’s a special time. :)

Fashion: - Hair could be really anything (much like women can get away with most anything), but a pretty classic hairstyle would be something akin to Sam’s prettier bob haircuts. Dean keeps it above his shoulders, but not long enough that it could have a ponytail, probably. Side part, tuck behind the ears, done. - Makeup is minimal--halmen wear just as much as women if they feel like it, and in professional settings some effort is expected. Dean tends to stick to just eyeliner, but playing FBI might include a small amount of lip color. - Clothes -- THIS KILLED ME, but I came up with some options. Again, like 21st century women, they can kinda get away with anything, but they don’t mess with cleavage-baring (since they don’t have any, until they have a kid) and instead go with bare backs and shoulders to be sexy. (Why? Nice muscley backs, that’s why.) A very traditional outfit would be a tunic-length top (to cover the minimal bump from the big clit) paired with slim pants or tights. Short skirts over tights is also a really common look. Half the time, Dean’s going to be wearing a loose plaid shirt, a tank that dips just low enough to look halman-y, tight ass-hugging jeans, and boots.

Cultural stuff: - Sexuality: Dean vastly prefers men, because he’s pretty conformist when it comes right down to it. He probably experimented with a halman or a woman in his early twenties, but let’s face it, he likes dick. - Halmen could always get physical “men’s jobs” -- farming, factory work, mechanic, etc -- but the intellectual “men’s jobs” -- doctor, lawyer, head chef -- weren’t as common. They would’ve had a similarly hard time to women, breaking into those categories. So, while Dean can fake being an FBI agent just fine, sexist people will probably defer to Sam as the ‘senior’ agent. - Hustling pool: still likely, but Dean’s going to change up his style a little. He can probably take any of these trucker men in a fight, but it’s easier to flirt his way through it, and with that ass--yeah, he can get away with it. - Hooking: definitely possible too, but his client base wouldn’t be weird closeted dudes like real!Dean, it’d be people who’d expect to treat him more like a female sex worker might be treated. More dangerous, in its way, but at least he almost certainly wouldn’t get knocked up.

Personality/emotional expression: So, this is the big one. A large part of it is that, as a more female-typed caregiver, John’s expectations for how his Dean should act aren’t as subversive as in canon. Halman!Dean cooking/cleaning/taking care of his little brother--that’s what daughters are expected to do, after all, and Dean isn’t that far off from a daughter in this treatment. But that also means that the weird ways that, in canon, Dean is a little... overly macho, how he acts too butch, etc, those don’t really come into it. As a halman, he’s completely fitting into the role society/culture expect of him, and he doesn’t need to pretend otherwise. His issues, then, would be less of canon!Dean’s insistence on being a Cool Steve McQueen Dude, and more in the ‘there are certain cultural markers I’m missing by being a transient hunter, and I regret them.’ This gets touched on in ‘timelapse’ when he reflects about how he’s never been on a date with a nice boy before Mark-from-Blockbuster -- and I think we get a sense of wistfulness, wishing that maybe nice boys would ask him out more than the other guys like to finger him under the bleachers -- and again in the recent fffr fill, where of course he wanted to have kids, but knew that was never an option. He wants to hold babies, man. He just wants to really, really badly.

Related to that--in just his day-to-day, especially with Sam, he can afford to be... a little softer. Obviously he still gives his little brother a hard time, because that’s his job, but he also probably kept giving Sam good-night kisses until he was like 8--they probably argued a little less, because Dean didn’t feel the need to be a hardass just to emulate their dad--John was probably a little more soft with him, but Dean’s obedience would also be completely expected. I bet that there wasn’t ever one of those moments per canon where John would “send Dean away” for arguing too much, because I bet Dean didn’t argue that much.

The nurture of it all is so much of what shapes Dean--and he’s still loyal to a fault, of course, and still cracks jokes, and still loves his brother more than anything. But it’s the little softened edges that interest me--the places that canon!Dean fights against, that halman!Dean can just accept and be. Distinct from a Deanna, though, even if the changes are incremental. It’s just these little tweaks.

That... got really long, haha. Still, I hope it was helpful. Also, as a bonus:

I mean, the hair’s too long, but honestly, it... doesn’t take much imagination, haha.

#Anonymous #my writing #halmanverse

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zen3to5 · 5 years ago

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J/H 3-20: Fez Dates Donna

You'll notice that the "B" plot of Kelso and Jackie as friends was cut from "Kitty's Birthday." That's an important step for both characters, even with Jackie/Hyde running through this version of the season. So you can find it as the "B" story here - with a significant role for Hyde to play...

(We're also assuming that changes to production order continue, with "Holy Craps!" becoming 3-19 without any other changes, and this episode following after.)

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SHOW TITLE MUSIC NOTE: “So Very Hard to Go” by Tower of Power. INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - DAY The gang laze around. “So Very Hard to Go” plays on the radio. HYDE sits in his chair, reading a newspaper. ERIC and KELSO stand behind the couch, tossing a small ball back and forth. DONNA and JACKIE sit on the couch. Jackie has her coat on and her bag over her shoulder. JACKIE: Hey, Donna, wanna go to the mall? Rerun from What’s Happening!! is opening up the new Dairy Queen. DONNA: Actually, Jackie, as fun as that sounds... um, no. She picks up a magazine from the coffee table and dives into it. Kelso, who has the ball, whips his head around. He tosses the ball back toward Hyde’s room (where it makes a loud crash) and jumps over the couch to sit on Jackie’s left. KELSO: (to Jackie) What? “Hey hey hey!” I’m in. Jackie thinks for a second, then nods. JACKIE: Okay. Just give me one second. She stands and heads up the stairs. Kelso leans back and spreads his arms out over the back of the couch. Donna looks up from the magazine. DONNA: (to Kelso) So you two are finally getting along? KELSO: Yep. It’s this new thing we’re trying. We’re friends. Donna smiles and turns back to her magazine. KELSO (cont’d): Yeah. See, that’s Phase One. Donna puts the magazine down, Hyde snaps his newspaper down, and Eric sits on the back of the couch behind Donna. DONNA: Oh, God. Kelso turns towards his friends, a big grin on his face. KELSO: See, I did some reflecting, and I realized that Jackie is the only girl I wanna be with. ERIC: (beat) Today? KELSO: No, every day. See, we were meant to be together. She just doesn’t know it yet. So the plan is - see, she wants to be just friends, right? Okay, so I’ll be her friend. But what she doesn’t realize is that I’m also a boy. Yeah, and sooner or later, “friend” is gonna lead down the path to “boy.” And then I’ll be her friend-boy. The others just stare, dumbfounded by dumb. Eric finally manages to nod. ERIC: (flat) Kelso, this may be your greatest plan ever. Oblivious to tone, Kelso nods like a spastic child. Jackie comes back down the stairs and nabs her beret from on top of the speakers. JACKIE: Okay, I’m ready. KELSO: Let’s go, friend. They head out the door. HYDE: That is his worst plan ever. He puts his newspaper back up. Eric and Donna share a knowing look. DONNA: (to Hyde) Yeah, it’s only good when you do it, right? HYDE: (beat) Excuse me? DONNA: Come on, Hyde. Just drop the act. (doing Hyde) “Fine, Jackie, I’ll give you a ride. Okay, Jackie, I’ll teach you to play chess.” ERIC: (doing Hyde) “Whatever, Jackie, I’ll show you the basics of vandalism and larceny.” They laugh. Hyde crumples his newspaper and chucks it at Eric, then turns toward the TV, arms crossed tight. DONNA: Face it, Hyde: ever since that one date with Jackie, you’ve been doing whatever you can to spend time with her. You’re just like Kelso. ERIC: Not quite, Donna. See - He adopts a pose of mock-thought. ERIC (cont’d): With Kelso, it’s like Jackie has a stupid horndog puppy that will do anything she says but sometimes needs a time-out for humping someone’s leg. But with Hyde, I’m thinking more of a scrappy, angry guard dog who won’t let you pet him because, you know, he was abandoned, but deep down is really just desperate for one person – just one person – to protect, love, and be loved in return. He and Donna both make long puppy-dog faces at Hyde, even with his back half-turned. He takes a deep breath, then launches himself at Eric. They fall back behind the couch, fighting, as Donna cracks up. BUMPER INT. HUB - DAY FEZ sits at the wall table, slurping happily at a soda while he does homework. The bathroom door swings open, and CAROLINE is there, with a less-than-cheering smile. CAROLINE: Hi, Fez! Fez screams and moves as far down as the booth seat will allow. FEZ: Caroline! What are you doing? Caroline strolls out to stand over Fez. CAROLINE: I knew you’d be in here. I’ve been watching you. FEZ: Caroline, you have to leave me alone. CAROLINE: (stomps foot) But I wanna be with you! FEZ: But I told you, we’re through because I am with Donna. Yes? Remember Donna? CAROLINE: Well, you better be, because if you’re not, that means you still love me. And if you still love me, but you’re not with me, I’ll find out, and I’ll make you pay. FEZ: (scoffs) Well, that would only be scary if I was lying about Donna and me. He giggles nervously, slowly trailing off under the pressure of Caroline’s dagger eyes.

MAIN CREDITS BUMPER INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – DAY Eric is alone on the couch, going over homework spread out over the coffee table. Fez bursts in through the basement door and hurries to Eric’s side. FEZ: Oh, Eric! I’m so afraid. When I broke up with crazy Caroline, I told her I was dating Donna. But I’m not dating Donna, you are dating Donna. (beat) Could I borrow Donna? Eric sets his pencil down and considers things for a minute. ERIC: (shrugs) Sure. He goes right back to his homework as Fez sighs with relief and pats Eric on the shoulder. CUT TO: EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY – DAY A pleasant enough afternoon. BOB is bent over, using a measuring tape on the pavement near the hedges. RED walks up behind him. RED: Need something, Bob? Bob snaps the tape shut and stands. BOB: Well, it’s a funny thing. The wife and I, we’re taking out a second mortgage on the house. Well, that’s not the funny part ‘cause we’re pretty much destitute. RED: (beat) It’s a little bit funny, Bob. BOB: Anyways, I’m looking at the deed to the property. And the map shows that I own a couple feet of your driveway and a little bit of your garage. RED: (beat) How’d you like to own a little bit of my foot in your ass? BOB: (beat) I wouldn’t, to be quite honest. RED: It’s free. They stand there, halfway between amicable and hostile. CUT TO: INT. MALL – DAY It’s not the Kenosha outlet, but it’s all Point Place has. A few shoppers walk the floor as Jackie and Kelso admire some well-dressed mannequins in a store window. Kelso points to one in particular. KELSO: See, the boatneck adds dimension to your shoulders, and the plum color, that really accents your jewel-toned eyes. Jackie gapes at him, impressed. JACKIE: Oh, my God. Michael, you just selected my perfect outfit. You are so good at this! KELSO: Yeah, I have a knack for ensembles. They both take in the mannequin some more, beaming. JACKIE: You know, Michael, I’m really enjoying our new friendship together. KELSO: Really? Me, too. JACKIE: Yeah, you know, the makeup, shopping, braiding each other’s hair... you are like the perfect girlfriend. KELSO: Well, thanks, Jackie. (beat) Wait... girlfriend? JACKIE: Yeah. I mean, Donna’s nice and everything, but she kind of dresses like a trucker. She adjusts her bag and heads inside the store. Kelso just stands by the window, pouting. He scratches behind his ear in a rather dog-like manner. Jackie sticks her head out of the entrance. JACKIE (cont’d): Michael? With a jump and a little half-yip, Kelso follows her inside. CUT TO: INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – DAY Closer to evening than afternoon. Donna and Eric sit on one end of the couch, Eric’s arm behind her, while Fez stands by the other end. FEZ: Donna, I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to help me with Caroline. DONNA: Hey, anything for a friend. But if she tries to hurt me, I’m using you as a shield. FEZ: Likewise. ERIC: (to Donna) Hey, I just thought of something: if you’re gonna be with Fez, I’ll be back to living the single life. DONNA: Oh, now you won’t get to take me to see The Turning Point. ERIC: (mocking) The ballerina movie? Oh, no. Donna shakes her head, taking his sarcasm in stride. BUMPER INT. HUB – NIGHT Teens chilling out at the tables, plenty of witnesses – it’s show time for Fez and Donna. They stand near the juke box, Donna relaxed and Fez not quite so. FEZ: So, our first date. I guess we’re officially a couple now. A couple of knuckleheads, huh? (laughs) Oh, I make me laugh. Donna humors him with a silent laugh herself. Caroline enters and stakes out a position just a few feet back from Fez and Donna. Her eyes are squarely fixed on them. DONNA: (whispers) Oh, there she is. FEZ: (whispers) Okay. Show time. He feeds a quarter into the juke box. “I Only Want To Be With You” as covered by the Bay City Rollers kicks on, and Fez and Donna begin to dance, to Caroline’s disgust. We begin a: MONTAGE. SET TO THE SONG. The entire date, condensed. A) Fez and Donna share a soda with twirly straws while Caroline pouts behind them. SONG (v.o.): I don’t know what it is that makes me love you so I only know I never want to let you go... B) They arm wrestle, which Donna wins (Fez turns away to hide the pain in his wrist). SONG (v.o.): ‘Cause you started something. Can’t you see That ever since we met, you’ve had a hold on me... C) They share a basket of fries, bumping hands as they both reach in, feeding each other, and chowing down on an extra-long one to meet in the middle for a kiss, even as Caroline’s suspicious face pops up between them. SONG (v.o.): It happens to be true I only wanna be with you It doesn’t matter where you go or what you do I want to spend each moment of the day with you Look what has happened with just one kiss I never knew I could be in love like this... The montage ends back at the dancing. Fez gets Donna into a dip. SONG (v.o.): It’s crazy, but it’s true I only want to be with you You stopped and smiled at me - The others in the Hub applaud, but Caroline yanks the juke box’s chord and stomps outside. Recovering, Fez and Donna trade high-fives. Once again, Fez turns away to hide his limp wrist. CUT TO: INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – NIGHT Eric living the single life. He may be enjoying it, but it’s not a pretty sight: chip bags and a pizza box littering the coffee table, and Eric in just a T-shirt and boxers. ERIC: (stretching) Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. So, should I watch a ballerina movie or Get Smart? (snaps fingers) Get Smart it is. That’s right, I said Get Smart. He gets up and flips on the TV. On his way back to the couch, he takes the last slice of pizza from the box. ERIC (cont’d): I’m sorry, Donna? Did you want the last piece? Well, it’s too late. That’s right, I said “too late.” Yeah, just me in my natural state here, baby. I’m dirty, I’m lazy, and I don’t wear pants. He laughs, munches away at the pizza. His expression shifts; we don’t need the noise to know what he just did. ERIC (cont’d): Yeah, that was me. That’s right, that was me. He finishes off the pizza and sinks even deeper into the couch. CUT TO: INT. FORMAN GARAGE - DAY The next morning. Bob is at Red’s worktable, clearing space. He’s already made quite a pile on the ground behind him. Red and KITTY march over to Bob. RED: Bob, that’s my stuff! You put the hell back my stuff! BOB: Sorry, Red. It was in my part of the garage. He keeps clearing off the table. KITTY: (to Bob) What are you talking about? (to Red) What is he talking about? RED: Kitty – Kitty, let me talk to him. (to Bob) Bob, get the hell out of my garage! BOB: Fine. He takes one exaggerated step back toward the table, grinning. BOB (cont’d): There ya go. BUMPER INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - NIGHT Much later in the day. Eric shuffles cards in the lawn chair, Hyde reads a magazine in his chair, and Jackie sits at the couch, homework spread out over the coffee table. JACKIE: You know, Mr. Winslow’s class isn’t nearly as tough as Donna made it sound. He’s the first English teacher since sixth grade to let me do a book report on Nancy Drew. Hyde looks up, disgusted. JACKIE (cont’d): Now, I just have to decide between The Sky Phantom or The Strange Message in the Parchment. HYDE: Oh, how about The Mindless Cookie-Cutter Dreck? He blows a raspberry. Jackie scowls at him. JACKIE: Whatever. It got Mr. Winslow’s “okay.” HYDE: Jackie, we call Mr. Winslow “Mr. Wino.” That whole assignment is crap, but if you’re gonna do it, you could at least read something that makes you think. JACKIE: Oh, thinking’s your answer to everything! She folds her arms and pouts. HYDE: Come on, man. There’s so much out there. Fear and Loathing, The Drifters, In Watermelon Sugar... The last title catches Jackie’s interest. JACKIE: Is that last one a cookbook? Because I do love sweetened watermelon. Hyde gives her a long look, then tosses his magazine aside and stands. HYDE: That’s it. Get your coat. He starts walking toward the door. Confused, Jackie hurries after, nabbing her coat from the back of the couch. JACKIE: Where’re we going? HYDE: The library. JACKIE: (scoffs) Oh, come on. Steven, it’s past seven. The library’s closed by now. HYDE: You got a bobby pin? Jackie’s hand goes to her hair. JACKIE: Yeah... HYDE: Then it ain’t gonna be closed for long. He opens the door, letting a still-confused Jackie exit first. Eric looks over his shoulder at Hyde and grins. ERIC: (as if to a dog) Aww... such a good guard dog. Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy? Yes he is, isn’t he? Hyde lunges, frogs Eric in the arm, and leaves. Once the door is closed, Eric gets to his feet and starts undoing his belt. ERIC: Thank God. I thought they’d never leave. He manages to get one-and-half pants legs free when Donna comes in through the door. Without even looking up, Eric pulls his pants back up and sits on the couch. DONNA: No, no. Don’t get all gussied up for me. I just came by to make sure you’re okay. You know, not too lonely without me. ERIC: What, are you kidding me? I’m having a great time! I – I feel like I’ve really learned a lot about Eric. Donna sits next to him. DONNA: Oh. Well, I’m glad you’re having fun. ERIC: Oh, but, what about you? Pretending to be Fez’s girlfriend has to be kind of a drag, right? DONNA: No! Fez is great. Last night he took me to play putt-putt, and tonight he’s taking me on a hayride. Fez is so charming. You know, I can see why Caroline’s stalking him. ERIC: (beat) You know, I would’ve taken you on a hayride – DONNA: Eric – the important this is that you’re having a great time, and I’m having a great time. So have a great time. ERIC: No, you have a great time. DONNA: Oh, I will. She rises and leaves. ERIC: Well, I will too! Eric jumps up, fully takes off his pants, and stands tall in the Superman pose. FADE TO BLACK COMMERCIAL BUMPER INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - DAY Early morning, before school. Eric, still without pants, lies across the couch, magazines and junk food bags littered around him. Fez sits in the lawn chair, contented. FEZ: Eric, I cannot thank you enough for lending me your girlfriend. It feels so good to be in a normal, healthy relationship. ERIC: Fez, it’s a fake, pretend relationship. FEZ: You say “tomato,” I say “tomato.” He’s missed the point of the phrase; the pronunciations are the same. ERIC: Fez, “to-mah-to.” FEZ: What? ERIC: You say “to-mah-to.” FEZ: Why would I say “to-mah-to?” That’s not even a word, dummy. ERIC: (beat) Yeah, I’m sorry. FEZ: It’s okay, Eric. Different strokes for different strokes. Eric considers, but lets that one go. ERIC: Right. FEZ: All I know is, if I was married to a woman like Donna it would be heavens. Oh, the hijinks we would get into. He smiles, shakes his head, and looks up. We cut to: INT. FORMAN LIVING ROOM – DAY FANTASY SEQUENCE. BLACK AND WHITE. The heart from I LOVE LUCY covers the screen, then fades away. Fez, as Ricky, strolls in through the front door and slips his jacket off. FEZ: Lucy, I’m home! DONNA (v.o.): Ricky, is that you? Donna, as Lucy, staggers in from the kitchen, grimacing. The whole front of her dress and apron is covered in molasses. Fez lets out the Ricky laugh. FEZ: Lucy, what happened to you? DONNA: Oh, Ricky, I was making molasses cookies for your band and I had an accident! She cries and Fez laughs. FEZ: Oh, Lucy. He gives her a big hug. When he tries to let go, however, he can’t. FEZ (cont’d): Uh-oh. DONNA: Ricky – we’re stuck! The doorbell rings. FEZ: I’ll get it. He tries to get free again, but they’re good and stuck. He waddles toward the door, pulling Donna with him, muttering in Spanish all the while. After hopping up the steps, he manages to get the door. In step Red and Kitty as Fred and Ethel. Kitty has a large bowl of flower in her hands. RED: Hi, neighbors! KITTY: Lucy, I brought you that flour for your cookies. DONNA: Oh, Ethel, you’re a pal. Red and Kitty take notice of the position Fez and Donna are in. KITTY: Gee, Fred, would it hurt you to hug me like that? RED: Well, probably not, but why take the chance? FEZ: Hey, Fred, we got a sticky situation here. You wanna help us out? RED: Sure, Rick. He gets his arms between them as well as he can and starts to push them apart. The effort starts spinning all three of them around the room. DONNA: Watch it, Fred! RED: Boy, you kids really are stuck! As he says this, his efforts pay off. Fez and Donna split apart, and Donna spins around until she lands face-first into Kitty’s bowl of flour. She lifts her head up, her face caked in white, and lets out the Lucy whine as the fantasy fades out. CUT TO: INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – DAY Back to the present. Fez chuckles at the scene he’s just imagined. FEZ: Oh, Lucy. He hops to his feet. FEZ (cont’d): (to Eric) Well, I’m off to romance our lady. He heads for the door. Eric sits up. ERIC: Oh – hey, Fez? Donna hasn’t been – I don’t know – like, mentioning me or anything? FEZ: No. He exits. ERIC: Well, that’s – that’s okay. That’s good, ‘cause I haven’t been talking about her either. Of course, I’ve been alone, so I’d just be talking to myself. And that’s not normal. Have to be pretty crazy to talk to myself, wouldn’t I? Yes, I would. (beat) Okay, I gotta get some pants. BUMPER EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY School has just let out, and kids are heading to their cars or lingering in the lot. Jackie and Kelso lean against the El Camino, looking appraisingly at a BUXOM BLONDE in a tight sweater nearby. JACKIE: God, would you look at her boobs? KELSO: (scoffs) I am. And it’s – it’s disgusting. I mean, what is she thinking, packing in those sweet melons like that? I can’t even look away. Jackie looks up at Kelso and smiles. JACKIE: See, Michael? This is the kind of thing that a girl needs her girlfriend for. Kelso gets a very fixed smile himself. The blonde waves to Jackie, and she walks over to talk with her. Once Jackie is gone, Kelso’s face slips into a pout, and he balls up his fists and stomps his foot as Hyde comes up by his side. KELSO: (to Hyde) Man, what the heck makes Jackie think I’m her girlfriend? All I’ve done was pick out a few of her outfits, paint her nails, give her a facial, and talk with her about other chicks’ jugs. HYDE: Gee, I don’t know, Denise. KELSO: Man, it’s not fair! I mean, she hangs out with you a bunch and she doesn’t call you her girlfriend. (beat) Wait... wait, are you – man, you said there was nothing going on between you two! But you keep taking her places and teaching her stuff – you stole my plan, didn’t you? Hyde gives Kelso a long look. HYDE: Kelso, as your friend – hand on heart, swear to God – I have never even been tempted to steal one of your plans. Kelso’s face scrunches up, trying to figure out if that comes to a burn. Jackie crosses back to the boys and pokes Hyde in the chest. JACKIE: Hey, you. So it turns out “Mr. Wino” wasn’t happy about me changing books for my report. I already lost one grade point. The police went by the library today. And In Watermelon Sugar is giving me a splitting headache. KELSO: (to Jackie) Pfft, books. What good are they? I mean, who needs to read when you’re totally hot? JACKIE: (to Kelso) That’s true... (to Hyde) But, I have to admit – I don’t understand it, but I think I’m enjoying thinking about it. Hyde gives her the smallest of approving smiles, and she smiles back. Kelso looks nervously back and forth between them. Caroline stomps up behind the three of them, unseen. CAROLINE: HEY! They all jump. Jackie screams. Kelso lets out a high, puppy-like cry, rolls over the hood of the El Camino, and disappears underneath it. Caroline advances on Jackie, her nails held up and her eyes bugging out. CAROLINE (cont’d): Where is she? Where is that big, dumb, red, moose friend of yours with my Fez? WHERE? She grabs at Jackie. Hyde gets between them, and Jackie holds onto the back of his jacket. HYDE: (gruff, growling) Hey, can it, Carrie! They’re going to a movie and they left already. Now go on! Scram! Get! With each shout he advances, and his voice becomes more of a bark. Caroline retreats, though she never stops glaring at Hyde. Kelso gets up from under the car. A dark, oily streak runs down his face, shirt, and jacket. HYDE (cont’d): Well, looks like I’ve got an oil leak. (to Jackie) You think you and Denise here can find another ride home? Kelso makes a whimpering puppy-dog face before stomping his way back into school, wiping at his face and shirt. Jackie and Hyde share a commiserating look. BUMPER INT. PINCIOTTI KITCHEN - DAY Bob and MIDGE sit at the table, preparing an afternoon snack of coffee, toast, and jam. Their kitchen door flies open, and in march a peeved Kitty and Red. KITTY: All right, hand over my preserves. They were in our garage, and now they’re not. MIDGE: Oh, that’s terrible, Kitty. Why don’t you sit down and relax with some toast and homemade jam? We found it in our garage. KITTY: Jam? MIDGE: Yeah. We found it in our garage. RED: It’s our garage! KITTY: And that’s my jam! Midge is spreading jam over a piece of toast. Just as she’s about to take a bite, Kitty takes the toast, smears it across the lip of the jam jar, and hands it back to Midge. KITTY (cont’d): Bon appétit! Bob stands.

BOB: You know, you two just don’t get it, do you? That jam was on my property. I’ll show you the deed. He reaches into a drawer in the island and pulls out a MAP. He opens it up and slaps at a given point. BOB (cont’d): There’s my lot... there’s yours... there’s the property line, right there. Red studies the map and rolls his eyes. With just a bit of flair, he takes the map from Bob and turns it right-side up. BOB (cont’d): (beat) Oops. RED: Well, looks like I own part of your property. BOB: (beat) I, uh... I will not stand for this trickery! You get out of my house. RED: No problem. Red takes one exaggerated step toward the kitchen door, stops, and grins. CUT TO: INT. THEATER - NIGHT A thin crowd out to see THE TURNING POINT. Fez waits alone in a middle seat in the middle row. Donna comes in on his right. DONNA: Okay, no one answered the phone at Eric’s house. What could he be doing? Where could he go with no pants? FEZ: Donna, when we’re in public, you are with me. Eric is dead to you. In the row behind them, Caroline makes her way toward the middle seats. CAROLINE: (to one patron) Pardon me. (to another) MOVE IT! She finally manages to claim a seat right behind Fez and Donna. FEZ: (to Donna) Oh, boy. Here comes trouble. (to Caroline) Caroline. (laughs) I was just, um, offering my girlfriend Donna a sip from my straw. We don’t care about germs, because she has had her tongue in my mouth. Neither girl looks charmed by that, but when Fez offers Donna a drink, she takes one. CAROLINE: You know what I think? I think this is all an act. I don’t think you’re really dating. FEZ: (beat) Well, maybe... maybe this will convince you. He throws himself at Donna and starts to make out. FEZ (cont’d): (whispering) Come on, Donna, put some leg into it! Instead, Donna shoves him back into his seat. CAROLINE: Give me a break. If you were really together, you’d have at least gotten to second base by now. FEZ: You know, when you are right, you are right. He reaches for Donna’s chest, but she slaps his hand down – hard. Donna turns back toward Caroline. DONNA: All right, all right – enough. Caroline, Fez doesn’t like you. CAROLINE: (beat) Is that true, Fez? FEZ: (wincing) Yes? CAROLINE: Wow. I guess we really are over. (beat) Okay! Enjoy your movie. All sunshine, Caroline gets up and heads back down the row. On her way out, she steps on one PATRON’s foot, a patron in a sweatshirt with a hand over his face. PATRON: Ow. CAROLINE: Sorry. PATRON: It’s okay. The patron looks up; it’s Eric. CAROLINE: Hey, Eric! Lookin’ good. Call me. She clicks her tongue and exits. Donna and Fez take notice of Eric, turn back to face him. DONNA: Eric, what are you doing here? Eric points at the screen. ERIC: Are you kidding me? It’s The Turning Point! I love ballet movies. They make you think, you know? How did their feet get so pointy? That’s a mystery I’m determined to solve. Donna smiles at him and shakes her head. ERIC (cont’d): What? DONNA: You miss me. ERIC: Well, you missed me. DONNA: I really did. They smile at one another. Eric steps over the seats, sits next to Donna, and they begin to kiss. Fez, looking on, reclaims attention with a wave. FEZ: (to Eric) Excuse me. Our date is not over. Now good day, sir. ERIC: But Fez - FEZ: I said, “good day.” ERIC: Fez, I’m not going anywhere. FEZ: (beat) Fine. Then good day. He stands and heads up the aisle. DONNA: Fez - FEZ: I said, “good day!” Eric and Donna shrug, smile, and settle in to watch the movie, Eric’s arm around Donna’ shoulders. FADE TO BLACK CREDITS INT. FORMAN DINING ROOM - NIGHT FANTASY SEQUENCE. BLACK AND WHITE. THE CIRCLE. Kitty, as Ethel, is eating a brownie. KITTY: Lucy, these brownies are wonderful! They make me feel silly. She scarfs the whole thing down in one go. Pan to Donna, as Lucy. DONNA: Don’t you just love these dried mint flakes? Someone sold ‘em to me off the street! Pan to Red, as Fred. RED: I don’t think these are mint flakes. I’m flyin’! Pan to Fez, as Ricky. FEZ: Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do! He does the Ricky laugh. END.

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eerythingisshaka · 7 years ago

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Some Weeks Are Better Than Others Pt. 1

(So That’s All You, Huh?)

Part 2 *Part 3*

M’Baku x Reader

Word Count : 3.6K

Warnings: Rudeness, couple of curse words, snippets of smut

Plot: You and M’Baku have to be apart for a business trip you are taking. Leaving him sucks for you both, but career is important and he supports. But the trip is a lot more than a test of your value to your job, but to your relationship as well.

Beep Beep Beep.

Your alarm has a jarring sound that jerks you from your sweet slumber. Blurry eyed, you reach forward push your home button to silence it. Arm hanging over the side of the bed, you lay with your eyes closed just for a moment but you know that is too much temptation that could cost you getting to work on time. The oil diffuser purrs in the background as it pumps lemongrass and peppermint in the air, your favorite combo. You feel his arm come around, hand resting on your belly to pull you back against him. M’Baku growls lazily playing sleep.

“Mm-mm. You need to turn me loose, now. I have laid long enough.” You say, only half convincingly.

M’Baku smacks his lips exaggeratedly, “You haven’t taken a sick day from that place all year, you can call it today if you wanted.”

Holding his hand on your tummy, you argue, “First of all, I am still trying to make a good impression. Second of all, I have to catch a flight today. Did you forget this was my business trip week?”

He groans out loud, “Are you joking? When did you tell me about this?”

You turn, laying on your back, counting on your fingers, “I told you when I was first offered the opportunity a month ago, I told you every week before now, and last night.”

M’Baku props himself up on his arm looking down at you, “That’s not fair, I don’t remember any talk last night, are you sure?”

You sigh, “Yes, I am. Between the netflix, the wine, I told you. Then you started getting sad, quoting Titanic and kissing my neck, and after that if you forgot, well then I am insulted.”

He gives you that awesome chortle of his, “No, my darling, I remember that quite well. I was just hoping I’d wake up and the week would be over already. I don’t know what I’d do with myself.” His eyes twinkle a little as he says this, you feel his sadness heavily as you hold his face.

“I feel the same way and then some. But this will help get me a good track record within the company, leading up to a promotion, raise, all of that. I don’t want to be under someone’s thumb forever. Once I can lead my own way without oversight, I’ll be so good. It starts with this.”

He takes your hand and kisses the palm of it, groaning against it his bass tickles you, “I always admired your work ethic. Your strength is my motivation to go on, along with your beauty.” He looks down your body, snaking his hand from your knee, up your thigh, then gently caressing your tummy, “What time do you leave?”

You take a deep breath, controlling the pulse of your center. Turning towards him, you pick the sleep out of his eyes. “My flight is at 11am. I have about 5 hours to get ready, double check my packing, and make my way…” your voice says huskily as it trails off as your eyes travel with your hands over his sturdy shoulders, sheen with his natural oils.

M’Baku tucks his lips, mounting over you on cue with surprisingly acrobatic fashion, “I can work with that, my doll. If your schedule permits?”

You snatch your bonnet off, heat getting too overwhelming, “Mm, you ain’t said nothing but a word, M’Bop.”

You always get yourself in a position of not having packed enough in advanced. Everyday , you tried to set aside a couple outfits, narrow down your shoe choices, put your travel toiletries in the bag and STILL you forget things, and change your mind on others. You sniff the air, smells like breakfast is about done and just in time as you were as well. You put your tote over your shoulder, roll your bag out and drag it down the steps, one clunk at a time. You hear thudding footsteps coming towards you, as he rounds the corner up the stairs.

“(Y/N), why are you putting more stress on yourself? Why didn’t you call your man, huh?” M’Baku kisses your cheek as he picks up the bag like it’s a disobedient child, over his shoulder and effortlessly downstairs.

You smile to yourself, thanking him. “I won’t be able to call on you to help me once I’m there, so I might as well get used to it.”

M’Baku at the stove, he plates the veggie omelettes, “You will not get used to that. This is a temporary business thing, so don’t get comfortable with this single independence. You still have a man at home waiting for you, understand?” He coos, setting the plates down on the table spread of toast, butter and jam, fresh fruit, orange juice for him, apple for you. He pulls the seat out for you, pecking your neck gently as you sit before making his way to his side to sit. A mix of excitement and sadness overcomes you as you think about how compassionate your partner is. This isn’t the first meal he has cooked for you by far, but he had time to clock your box AND cook before your trip? He is too good, beyond words.

You pick up your fork, taking a couple bites, “Mm, I know I won’t get this good of food on the road. What you gonna do while I’m gone?”

He takes a deep breath as he chews as big as his jaw is able without actually opening his mouth. “I might have some of the guys over sometime. Redecorate maybe. Bring back my bear rug for old times sake.”

You clink your fork down, folding your hands in front of your face, “I told you to toss that thing out, M’Baku. And the other Jabari better not be up in here to mess up my couch, touch my food, and you are cleaning the guest bathroom when all is said and done. Go over their house with all that!” You say with an annoyed wave of your hand.

“My, my, my love. Has travel plans got you on edge?” He reaches his hand over, you lay yours in it; warm and rough, but gentle in pressure as he rubs the back of yours. “My people know how to respect my home. You saw them in their own habitat, of course they are foolish then. But don’t worry about our abode, it will remain in tact. Unlike my heart, that is aching at the thought of you leaving. No amount of company could fill that void, I just hoped it would serve as an adequate distraction.”

Your face falls with his in that moment. Getting up, you walk over to him and sit onto his tempurpedic thighs. Caressing his beard, you study his face. His big brown eyes that pull you in like Narcissus, he looks at you heavy lidded. “I have half a mind to keep accepting these trips if it gives me this much favor from my man.” you say in jest.

He squeezes your sides, causing you to fold over in ticklish agony, “You know what happens when you provoke a Jabari, huh? I won’t hold back, and I’ll be forced to put down my staff to remind you what you need to come back home for.”

Between giggles you say, “Your staff, huh? Is that what we’re calling it now, M’Bop? It’s just as much mine as it is yours now, I won’t be intimidated.” He gives a belly laugh as he rests against your bosom, holding your bottom and thighs while you clutch his head under your chin.

“Your heartbeat is my favorite lullaby.” He moans into your chest.

M’Baku is a towering man in height and stature, but he is a kitten when it comes to you.

You get a notification bell on your phone, indicating your ride is waiting. M’Baku lets out a whine that sounds like chewbacca.

“It's time baby, let me up,” You give him a pat on his back as he slowly unravels from around you. You head out the door as he carries your bag, loading it into the backseat.

“You seem heavily packed for a few days by the way.” He looks at your curiously, tucking his hands in his pockets.

“I need options M’Bop. Plus that's just plenty more laundry for you to do for me when I'm back. I know you looove it.” you say teasingly, getting in his face.

“You think you have me domesticated, that's adorable. Let me find out you're spreading these lies in the streets, you won't handle my fury.” He warns, wagging a finger at you.

You playfully whack it away, reaching around his neck. He grabs around your waist, holding you tightly against him. You looked from his bright, round eyes to his smooth, beckoning lips. Controlled by an invisible force, you both lean towards each other until your mouths are intertwined. Soon as M’baku begins to open his mouth against yours, his hands gravitate toward your ass, slowly squeezing…

HONK HONK

The driver has gotten impatient with waiting or sick of the PDA. You don't blame them either way. You still have to snap M’Baku out of it as he continues to lean with his lips puckered, like a Looney tunes cartoon. Opening the door for you, you step inside as he leans on the door over you.

“Call when you've landed and settled. Work hard though; don't let me be a distraction.”

“I will, love. Leaving me with that kiss, all I'll be thinking about is you.”

M’Baku smiles broadly, “and so it should be. No goodbyes, just know I will see you soon.”

“See you soon. Love you, M’Bop.”

“All my love, (Y/N).”

The driver pulls off as you look back at M’Baku, waving, slowly getting tinier and out of sight. You turn away and start to look for your headphones to listen to a podcast, anything to keep the tears from spilling out of your eyes. It's only a week, stop acting silly, you gas yourself.

“Woooowee! So that's all you, huh?”

You look at the rearview mirror at the driver. She had to be bout 50 sum, has large gold hoops with words in the middle that you can't make out, a red trucker hat that says “America was never great”, smacking on some gum.

You say a little shyly, “Yeah, that's all me alright.”

“Oooh, GIRL! I would burn the midnight oil for him in the middle of the afternoon, I tell you! What’s his name? I’m sorry if I’m being nosy.”

She sure the hell was, “No biggie. M’Baku is his name.”

“Aw nah, girl. You got you a African?? I'm surprised he ain't wheel you out in a chair. Honey no wonder he looking better than fresh baked manna from heaven. You been with him a while?”

She worst than your aunties when they first met him, “Yeah a little over three years.”

“Good, hold tight to that. You know how many ladies I pick up and they man is watching them while they load up? And they had waaaay more stuff than you got there. Gentlemen are hard to find, and in an exotic negro, THAT fine?? Biiiitch, excuse my language, i don't mean you, but biiiiitch, I wouldn't be driving right now if that was at my house.”

You laugh at her antics, co-signing with the usual sister-to-sister phrases. It was a good distraction to draw you out of your funk for the week ahead -- at least for now.

Finally, you arrive to the airport, checking your bag, and popping a seat that was miraculous to find in the crowded waiting area. Headphones in to drown out the tired toddlers that are weighing down their parent’s patience, you look through your social feeds. A notification pops up, it’s him.

You open up the message, it’s a picture of the kitchen and underneath it says, ‘I don’t appreciate the amount of dishes you left me to clean up after you :P’

You cover your face, laughing to yourself. This guy, you think. Texting back, you tell him, ‘Thank you, love. It was delicious. I promise I’ll make it up to you later ;) ’

Then you get the call that it is time to board. Your phone goes off again and it says, ‘Well I hope I will get a preview later…….’

You stop there, biting your lip. You guys have never done anything long distance before, maybe a little electronic play could happen between you all. You decide to leave him on read; sure you were busy boarding, but also, you want him to be real ready to hear from you again later.

The flight was only a couple hours, but it was dreadful. The babies would not quit crying, the flight attendant skipped you for a drink order, and the person next to you could NOT stop getting up for the bathroom to save their life. When the plane began descending, it was an answer to your prayers.

Heading to baggage claim, you check your phone, more out of habit than anything, nothing new, but a change in the song playing in your earbuds. You wanted to wait until you were in your hotel room before you texted him that you made it. Standing by the conveyor belt, you watch all the bags loop around; more added, some taken, until the bags become more scarce and the crowd around you is almost dispersed completely.

Suddenly you feel a sense of dread, you walk, not seeing any more bags being added through the drop-down. This can’t be it, you think. You were standing there the whole time, how could you miss it?

There are some bags in the middle of the floor, but none of them are yours. You look around for the customer service area, when all of a sudden, you see it. Some woman has it, walking away with her family that has one of them screaming babies. Your heartbeat is hella elevated, but you try to keep a cool script in your head as you jog over to her.

“Ma’am…..Ma’am!” you yell.

The woman has her phone to her ear, yelling at her child to stop running and stay with her until her father comes. You tap her on her shoulder, making the woman spin with a speed you almost missed if you blinked.

“The hell you want?!” She says with all due disrespect.

“Sorry, but my b-”

“Nah, mom I ain’t talking to you. This little girl tryna say somthin to me.”

Little girl? You think to yourself, but letting it slide as to not waste time, you continue, “You have my b-”

“Mama, I know, but she don’t look like a sex pimp or nothin. I wouldn’t get caught up in that I ain’t dumb, ‘specially with my baby with me.” She looks down and around her, “KAYLA!”

Then you feel the sensation of little hands on the backs of your knees. You look behind to see her child giggling at her mom trying to hide.

You step over to reveal her. “Are you trying to take my baby?! Mama, imma call you back, this girl finna get it.”

As she hangs up you take the open opportunity, “Sis, I don’t want your daughter! That bag you have is mine!”

“I’m giving you 2 seconds to step away from my girl. Kayla get over here NOW!” The girl runs back in her mother’s direction, not necessarily to her.

You look up taking a deep breath, but the amount of calm left in you is draining fast, “She came over to me! I didn’t even mess with her! But ma’am, the bag! That’s not yours!”

She takes a step toward you, leaning with her hands in prayer position, “And now you tryna steal MY shit! You got fucking nerve, thinking you cute up here, walking up on me and my child, the fuck--”

Suddenly a male voice enters the mix. “What’s going on here, Shay?”

You assume this is her man lookin like a Tyler Perry extra but unfortunately his wack braids aren’t a wig. But at this point you don’t give a fuck cuz she still has your damn bag.

“Man, she got my bag, but she keeps getting stuck on other shit that we ain’t even able to rectify this!”

“Don’t talk to him like you brazy, bitch!” She shrieks.

This sent you over. Clapping, “WHO YOU CALLIN CRAZY, you need to control your light skinned ass attitude and your bad ass baby and run me my bag back!”

“Ok, but I got my man here with me if you wanna try it. Where the fuck yours, ugly ass--”

“Aye aye AYE! Aight now! Airport fights ain’t what’s hot in here. Shay, come on, we don’t need another strike. You almost made the no-fly. And that ain’t your damn bag.”

She looked down at it like she snapped out a trance. She looked at you with anger then at him, “Then where the hell my damn bag, Carl! You got the damn things!”

“There it is Mommy!” Kayla smarter than her own damn mother.

Shay looks up at you as she walks past, barely missing brushing you, which is all you would’ve needed to steal on her, but Jesus makes a way.

Kayla has ran back to Carl, who picks her up, “Sorry…” he starts to say before Shay bellows, “COME GET THIS BAG CARL!”

He purses his mouth to trot over to Shay. A wave of relief covers you as the stress from the scene dissipates. You grab the handle of your bag and make way to the exit, hailing your cab, and praying this isn’t an omen for the entirety of your trip.

Pulling up to the hotel, you unload, thankful for a non-communicative cabbie this time. Making your way up the steps to the hotel, you are greeted.

“Welcome! Are you checking in today?” The perky blonde behind the counter quipped.

“I have a room for the leader’s conference this week, my name is (Y/N).”

She looks at the computer screen, tapping away at the keys. “Hmm, I don’t see it…”

You look at her blankly. No way you have come all this way, with the day you had, and not have a room.

She continues to tap, asking you to spell your name. As you do, she finds it, “Ah! Thanks, sorry about that. Ethnic names always give me a rough time.” She laughs way too hard at that, and you don’t offer her anything in response.

“Do you have my key?” You say deadpan.

The blonde, oblivious to your discontent, hands it to you. “Yes, sweetie, here you go! And enjoy your stay!” She says it with a neck roll on the last set of words that gave you complete racial indigestion. You roll your eyes and walk on up, thinking about how far you have made it, and how bad you just want a bath.

Getting in your room, you lay the bag down and swan dive onto the bed. Your body pulsates with pain in your back, feet and head: the unholy trinity. In the peace and tranquility of your room, you were ready to fall asleep there, but you felt disgusting so you drug yourself off the bed to the bathroom to start the shower up.

Disrobing, you step into the shower, feeling the cool water cover your body. Summer has not been a kind season so far with the humidity wreaking havoc on you and your hair follicles, so the streams hitting your body made for a great escape from the world. It sent a shiver down you, making you arch with pleasure into the sensation. Each droplet massages the aches in your back, making your scalp tingle involuntarily. Turning around you angle the head, letting the streams beat against your lower region, almost bidet style.

A tongue runs down your back, as if your soaked copper skin were melted chocolate, stopping right before the crack of your ass. Two broad hands find either side of your hips, thumbs massaging the small of your back. He spreads your cheeks apart, smacking one side. The wetness of your backside from the shower gives a stereo effect in the shower, causing the sound to reverberate. You gasp, biting down on your lips to keep peaceful. A growling voice commands your attention. “Now, you better hold still, or you won’t get clean properly…” he demands of you, his loyal subject. Ok, you say barely above a whisper. “What was that? Speak up, girl! Closed lips can never be fed...” He said in a villainous tone, teasing you with possibility. I said that’s fi--, you start but nothing but unintelligible gurgles come from you as his tongue find your sweet spot. Even his nose tickles you as he buries face beautiful face deep between your crevice, gripping your sides to keep you from arching away like a frightened cat. Fuck! I’m going to cum all over you if you don’t stop, shit! He stands up at the warning, “Well doll, that’s the plan, right? But just so you know, we aren’t done, until I say,” he growls as he massages your breasts from behind, rubbing his length against your folds causes a jolt through your body with every brush against your clitoris. You are a bundle of electric passion on the verge of combustion, but not one to turn down a challenge. Well bring your fat ass on then… you say through gritted teeth. He guffaws right before inching in...

You hands gripped the walls as the thought fell into your mind. You hadn’t texted M’Baku yet and it was a little later than you anticipated getting back. That fat ass would make for a great comfort to you but a FaceTime will have to do. You step out, toweling down and wrapping a robe around you. You sit on the bed, grabbing your phone up, and going to his name. It rings, and rings, which is odd because you thought he would be nipping at the bit to get in touch with you by now. You get a text then, ‘Hang on. I’ll call you right back’

Part 2

Since I do fanfics about as often as a humpback whale procreates, sorry if you’re wondering who the hell this is tagging, but you guys asked for it! And hopefully those I missed will find this

Tags: @sweetpeachjones @hairhattedghooligan @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @groovybbyyy

Other Works:

King Kil’mawalls

N’Jadaka’s Helpful Hands

T’akia

Commencement Day

#m'baku #m'baku x reader #black panther fanfic #fanfic #m'baku fanfic #mbaku #m'baku x you #mbaku x you #mbaku reader

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kinsbin · 6 years ago

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Jealousy

Title: Jealousy Word Count: 2089 Ship: Dale/Alexys [Canon/Self Insert]

Summary: Alexys and Dale have been friends ever since they had escaped the horrors of the cannibal backwoods of Virginia together. Spending so much time together, Dale slowly begins to realize he has feelings for her. It only takes one asshole at a bar to confirm it.

Author’s Note: A writing comm for @bad-blue-moon-rising! I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST IT BC I GOT SO BUSY WITH CHRISTMAS STUFF BUT! Ilu Alexys here u go <3

Her time away from home had been...enlightening.

The troubles of life were far from nonexistent, of course, but Alexys counted herself lucky in more ways than one. She had survived a forest filled of terrifying cannibals who made it a game to hunt her down like game on their own personal reserve. In that process, she had also garnered a close friend in the form of ex-marine veteran Dale. The man had stuck by her side since they first met in the dark, terrifying forest a night before being attacked by the cannibals yet again from either side. With his help, though, she had escaped. He had too. They had both crawled out of the forest that fateful night clinging to one another for dear life, but alive and kicking nonetheless. She could remember it in pieces only, though. Of holding onto his arm as he helped drag her through the mud. Of arriving at the nearby town and being taken in by the police. Of whispers on how it was alright. How he’d protect her. How, in the moment of panic, he had promised to keep her safe. How, in her own moment, she had been desperate to believe him.

He hadn’t failed in the promise so far, though, and for that she could only admire the man. After their anxiety had passed for the evening, he took her to his hometown not a few miles out of the town they had managed to find sanctuary in. He offered his home to her, a spare bed in an inn close to his home so that she could be sure he was only a phone call away. It had given her comfort where she thought there would be none. Rather than being tossed onto the street to fend for herself in a world that was now, perhaps, a bit too terrifying and full of nightmares for her to be comfortable with, he stuck by her side. He kept himself close and, with it, kept their friendship strong.

Alexys hadn’t expected to move into the same town as Dale, the small apartment she had rented only for a short while with his help soon turning into a full time lease and then longer with her approval of a job at the local diner...But was how things had happened. The world, she had learned, was full of surprises certainly.

“You good, kid?”

Dale’s voice startled her out of her train of thought as she gripped the tumblr of drink tight between her fingertips, turning to face him with wide blue eyes. His own eyes matched hers with patient expectancy, his own grip wrapped loosely around his second beer of the night. In the low light of the bar they were at, his hair sparkled silver like a halo around his face. Biting her lip, Alexys smiled and gave a coy shrug while touching at the rim of her glass. It was filled mostly with virgin bloody mary mix, the alcohol taste an annoying sting in the back of her throat if nothing else.

“Fine,” She murmured, “I was just thinking…”

“What about?”

“How I first moved in and started living here...How you helped me settle in and all that which-” She held up a finger at him warningly, “I’m still totally going to pay you back for and-”

“Alexys,” Dale’s groan sounded almost like a half chuckle, “We’ve been through this. You don’t owe me anything.”

“But-!” She had begun to protest with a soft whine in her tone, but a stern look from Dale had her biting her lip softly instead. He had always been able to do that, ever since they had first met. One fierce and capable look between the two of them and Alexys couldn’t help but relent to him, shutting her mouth from the argument in favor of playing with the tumblr that her drink came in with a pout. Hair was brushed behind her ear again as she mumbled, “You should at least let me pay you back for the down payment…”

A hand reached out, ruffling her hair and making her jump in surprise. Dale stood up as he let his hand rest on her head, his smile turning warm again as he nudged her, “We’ve been through hell together, kid. We almost got our arms ripped off, respectively, by asshole cannibals and you still worry about shit like paying me back for something like an apartment? When I was friends with the landlord for 15 years?” His laugh was warm and hearty, filled with hospitality and the beers he had sipped at with her at his side.

“I’m not making fun of you,” he added softly, “It’s a good quality to have, just, don’t worry about it with me.I’m just happy you’re alive enough to even think about things like that.”

His words softened her heart and allowed a nod of her head to him. She took a sip of her drink as he mumbled something about using the bathroom, words she couldn’t hear against the thrumming of the bar music as he left her alone. Alexys took a breath to try and control her anxiety, hands stretching against her own glass as she took another sip and shut her eyes, sighing as she tried to recollet her thoughts and opinions of the evening out. Drinking wasn’t her thing, but, Dale insisted it would be an amusing enough place without the need for alcohol. The fact that they offered virgin drinks was a good sign, at least, and she had found her eyes wandering to the televisions on either side of the bar more than once. The atmosphere was...homey. It matched the warmth of the town they lived in. She couldn’t say that she disliked it. She COULD say that, maybe, she would pick their hangout place next time they needed a night of friend time.

A hand set itself dangerously close to her form, sending her jumping out of her brief soiree of thought. Alexys looked up, expecting to see Dale having returned from his excursion. Instead, her stomach dropped at the man at her side. A stranger she had not seen before whose outfit gave him the appearance of a trucker who had just rolled into town. His sneer was just as ugly as his eyes, not in color but in intent, as they bored into her. Their fierceness made Alexys cringe back without realizing it, her body reflexively bringing the drink closer to her body to help make herself as small as possible.

“Aw, relax now little lady,” The guy laughed with amusement, “I don’t bite much, promise. Just saw you sittin’ here alone and thought you could use some company.”

“Uh,” She swallowed as the man took the stool Dale had been previously occupying, finding the space less than pleasant now with the stranger eyeing her with what only could be described as slight hunger in his eyes, “A-Actually um...That seat’s kinda...taken and...m-me and my friend are-He’s-”

“He?” The stranger snorted, breaking the personal space between them further, “I promise you, I can be way more fun than that friend of yours, cutie. You want to grab a drink with me and blow this place or something? I could give you a ride in my semi, she’s a real beauty. I don’t make the offer to any old girl.”

As he pushed himself closer, Dale exited the restroom with little on his mind. His eyes locked with the scene before him and he felt a strong sense of...anger? Frustration? ...Jealousy? Burning within his stomach like someone had struck a match that made his heartbeat fast and his pulse rise with every passing moment. The sound of the music was drowned out by the sound of his anger as it boiled and frothed in the corners of his mind, teeth gritting together so hard he felt himself slowly gain a toothache from the effort. Dale barely felt his feet move as he all but stalked up to the two talking, the force of his appearance parting the sea of people in the bar with ease.

A hand flew up onto the other man’s shoulder, yanking him back so that he faced Dale.

“Yo, dude,” The guy’s voice was angry as he was moved away, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

He glared at Dale and stood straight, the two men equaly as tall as one another. The room felt supercharged as they held eyes, like two bulls refusing to back down from a fight.

“Rejoining my friend back in MY seat,” Dale growled darkly, “Best you move along, don’t you think?”

“Come on now,” He shrugged, “We were just having a friendly chat, weren’t we darlin?”

Alexys swallowed and shook her head no as fast as possible, moving out of her seat to rush behind Dale, who glared darkly at the man before him. The man gritting his teeth, fists clenching as he watched Alexys run. Unsavory words filtered from his mouth and, well, to be honest Dale can’t remember who flew the first punch. Most said it was the stranger, so angry with not getting the girl in the end that he dared try to punch the well known ex-marine in the face. Dale only remembered the blood on his knuckles at the end of it and the slowly growing bruise on his cheek that resulted from a decently-aimed hit.

He remembered helping escort the other man out of the bar, kicking him out as he yelled not to come back. The other running with his tail between his legs like a godfearing coward.

Alexys touched his arm, making him flinch before looking down at her.

Her gaze was so soft. So worried for him as she moved him back to the side of a bar no one was using, the bartender passing them pieces of gauze and bandages and alcohol (both for rubbing and for drinking) before going on his way. “Here,” Alexys murmured, “Let me help.”

He didn’t stop her as she dabbed the disinfectant on his cheek. He didn’t flinch as he leaned into her touch, grows furrowing as he watched her own concentrated face. “Why?” Her question was soft.

“Why what?”

“Why did you punch that guy for me? It was...pretty stupid, honestly. You could have just taken him down without hurting his nose like that.”

“Guy deserved to be as ugly as he was inside.”

“That’s all the reason?”

It wasn’t accusatory, rather, curious as she finished cleaning off his cheek, moving to the bruises on his knuckles and dried blood of the other man that she dabbed carefully away. Dale watched in silence, not answering as he began to think himself. Why had he gotten so angry? So jealous when he saw the man just...sitting with her? Just seeing her even being looked at by that guy -buy any guy he realized- made him sick to his stomach. He stared at her hands and how small they were compared to his as she held it close to her chest.

He wanted to be the one whose hand she was always holding…

The thought clicked into place in his brain. The final peace of a puzzle falling from hands to table as all of the light faded out of the bar only to focus on her. On her beautiful eyes. The way she bit her lip as she concentrated. How she brushed her hair back when she spoke to him, the smile always faint and lined on her lips when he made a joke. How she was so perfectly, irrevocably, beautifully HER that it made his chest tight just seeing her. HOlding her. Wanting to hold her more.

“Because I-”

The words caught in his throat as she looked up, doe eyed and soft as he inhaled sharply. He let it out in a sigh, face peppered with red.

“I didn’t like seeing you that uncomfortable. You know I always have your back.”

She smiled at him and his heart fluttered. She laughed as they continued to talk, tension fading as she cleaned him up and she scolded him as he did. His heart...hurt for some reason. A vast hurt centered in his stomach as he withheld his true reasoning. A vast adoration at how beautiful she looked at his side.

Confessions, he supposed, could wait a night longer. For now he just wanted to watch. To see just how damn beautiful she was like this...Like always.

More than a bruise was punched into him that night...and, to be honest, Dale was pretty okay with it.

#self insert #self shipping #self ship #kinley writes #writing commission

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morfinwen · 6 years ago

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Aptitude for Ash, Comfort for Ian, Decoration for Meaghan, Heat for Kira, and Maternal for Lauren, please?

AshA: Aptitude

1. What are Ash’s natural abilities, things he’s been doing since he was young?Comforting people and listening to them has always come pretty naturally to him.

2. What activities has he participated in?One of Ash’s favorite things to do with his mother was cook, especially when they would try new recipes together. A lot of the ones they tried weren’t very good on their own -- new recipes usually came from his aunt Daisy, who is a lovely lady but has sometimes questionable ideas of what foods go together and what spices or herbs complimented them -- but his mom would almost always find a way to make something good out of it. And on the few occasions she didn’t, they’d just have pizza instead.

He helped his grandmother with the garden as well. He doesn’t have Esmeralda’s talent for it, but he has his own small garden of herbs that he grows in Aldstow, a couple old fruit trees of his great-aunt’s that he’s dedicated in taking care of, and when he buys local produce at the neighborhood market, he’ll exchange tips with the farmers.

When Ash was in his later teens, his dad taught him about car maintenance and minor repair. Given that his dad was a trucker, he wound up learning more about how to drive a semi through the mountains than he will ever use in his life, but if something goes wrong in his car, he’ll have a basic idea of what’s wrong, and whether the mechanic is trying to scam him.

3. What abilities does he have that he’s worked for?His skills in gardening and cooking definitely come from practice more than innate talent. Ash is also good at managing household finances from helping his great-aunt make sure her affairs were in order when her health started declining.

4. What things is he bad at?Ash has absolutely no talent in art or music. For years, his aunt Iris taught him painting and his aunt Lily taught him piano. While he certainly improved in those areas over that time, he struggled every step of the way, and didn’t enjoy a single minute of it. Now, drawing anything more complex than a stick figure next to a vaguely three-dimensional house or playing something more complicated than Chopsticks on the piano requires more effort than he’s willing to put in.

He’s never been very good at sports, either. That was partially due to his mother’s influence -- like many nature mages, she was a staunch pacifist, and as a kid Ash didn’t fully grasp the difference between beating someone and beating them up -- and partially because it’s really hard to be good at sports when about half the kids in your school are werewolves.

5. What is his most impressive talent?Even nature mages who have been enchanting for decades are impressed with Ash’s knack for it. He can master things in months that take others years, his enchantments have more power and last longer than it would seem like they should, he intuits new ways of combining spell ingredients that haven’t even been thought of, and can add or combine precise amounts without using measuring tools.

IanC: Comfort

1. How does Ian sit in a chair?Whenever Ian first sits down in a chair, he sits in it normally -- feet on the floor, arms at his sides or on the armrests (if applicable), back straight. However, if he stays sitting in the same place for any length of time, and there is nothing physical to keep him in place, he will start shifting sideways. The most common position he ends up with is his legs on one armrest and his head against the other.

There have been a few occasions where he hasn’t stopped there, and ended up legs resting against the back of the chair, head and shoulders on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. It drove his mother crazy, especially since Ian always said he had no idea how he ended up like that. His dad concluded there must be acrobats somewhere in the family tree, as he had done the same things as a kid.

2. In what position does he sleep?Whatever position he laid down in -- Ian falls asleep fast, and doesn’t move much, if at all, in his sleep. He usually sleeps on his stomach, head turned to the side, but he’ll also sleep on his side.

3. What is his ideal comfort day?There was a time when Ian was about nine or ten that he started acting weird -- like he was trying to behave badly, but wasn’t quite sure how. It baffled his mother, but no matter how many times she asked Ian what was bothering him, he never told her. By the end of the week, she was nearly pulling out her hair with frustration.

That Friday, Ian’s dad came back from a long business trip. He stopped by the school around lunchtime, and told the principal he needed to take Ian home early. They went out for lunch, had ice cream, then spent the rest of the afternoon in Ian’s favorite park. His dad told him about all the cool stuff he’d seen while on his trip, and asked Ian about how school was going.

Just before they went home, Ian’s dad sat down with him on a bench, and asked him about some of the things he’d mentioned -- about one of his friends moving away, about one of his classes suddenly becoming really hard for him, about a sad thing that had happened to another friend. Ian hadn’t realized it until then, but all of these things had been weighing very heavily on him, and he had been acting out because he didn’t know how to deal with it.

As an adult, any time Ian starts feeling stressed, or down, or realizes that he’s building up to another breakdown, he’ll call in sick to work or leave early, go out and buy ice cream, and take a walk through a park. If he can, he’ll call his dad to talk about it, or he’ll bring a friend along. Sometimes he’ll strike up a conversation with a stranger in the park.

4. What is his major comfort food? Why?Ice cream -- his favorite flavor is cinnamon, but chocolate chip (with or without cookie dough) is good, too. As for why, see above.

5. Who is the best at comforting him when he’s down?Ian’s dad. Whether it’s because they’re so alike or just some innate gift, he always can figure out what’s bugging Ian, even if Ian doesn’t know himself.

MeaghanD: Decoration

1. How would Meaghan decorate a house if she had one under her name?The first word to come to mind is “cozy”: she’d pick a small, single-storey house, fill it with lots of soft furniture, carpeting and/or rugs in most rooms. It’d also be a bit dark -- curtains on all the windows, darker colors for the walls, etc. For Meaghan, a home is a refuge, a place to retreat, be by yourself, rest and recharge before returning to the outer world.

For decorations, she’s not big on paintings, but she’d have two or three framed photographs of beautiful nature vistas. A single display case in which she keeps a collection of pretty porcelain plates, bells, tea cups, etc. -- not a set, though, just pieces she’d liked and picked up from place to place. House plants, at least ones that don’t require a lot of light. Lots of clocks, in as many different varieties and styles as possible.

She would also have a lot of small sculptures around, things that would fit on a coffee table. They’d be interesting-looking, some of them probably from other countries, and all of them would be the kind you could pick up and turn over in your hands without damaging it.

2. How would she decorate her child’s room?A little brighter than the rest of the house -- warm, soft yellow-orange or maybe a pastel green or blue, with curtains that cover only part of the window, to let the sunlight in. It would be sparse on actual decoration, but there would be shelves with stuffed animals and wooden toys on them. Lots of patchwork pillows and thick quilts (homemade).

3. How does she decorate her own room?Sparsely. So long as it has soft pillows and a thick comforter to wrap herself in, Meaghan’s happy with it.

In her present situation, as time goes on she has acquired a lot of pillows and a few stuffed animals. She feels a little silly about it, but it makes her room feel safer and more relaxing. Also she only lets those she deeply trusts into her room in the first place, so she doesn’t really have to worry about getting laughed at over it.

4. What type of clothes and accessories does she wear?She tends to wear fairly plain clothing that stands out in contrast to what others are wearing as opposed to being flashy or drawing attention on its own. Even when she dresses up, it tends to be simple, something on the white-to-brown spectrum.

Meaghan does add small personal touches from time to time, like earrings, necklaces, bracelets, nail polish, occasionally make-up. It’s still not flashy, and she only adds one or two to a single outfit, but those who know her well can sometimes tell how she feels about something or how invested she is by the accessories she chooses.

5. Does she like makeup/nail/beauty trends?Meaghan will do her nails once in a while, and occasionally just enough makeup that you can’t quite tell she’s wearing it, but she never intentionally follows trends. Usually, she doesn’t even know what the “in” trend is.

KiraH: Heat

1. Does Kira prefer a hot or cold room?When Kira lived in the suburbs, she preferred it to be warm as that meant she could open the windows and let the breeze in, scented with all the lilacs from her yard and the neighbor’s yard.

Now that she lives in the city, an open window smells much less pleasant, and there's only the one, so there's not much of a breeze. She still prefers warm to cool, but at least if it's cold she can bury herself under a quilt.

2. Does she prefer summer or winter?Summer, though more for the lack of school than the relative temperature.

3. Does she like the snow?Kira likes watching it fall. She does not like walking in it or shoveling it. She can enjoy building snowmen or throwing snowballs if she gets over herself and focuses more on interacting with her friends or siblings than being cold.

4. Does she have a favorite summer activity?If you ask Susanna, she’d say “lying in front of a fan and complaining about how hot it is.”

Kira loves most water-based activities, so long as they either center around getting wet (such as swimming) or do not involve getting wet at all (boats, as long as it doesn’t tip). Anything that kind of blurs that line, like tossing water balloons or wading, is much less appealing.

5. Does she have a favorite winter activity?Ice skating, if asked when others -- especially ones she goes to school with -- are present. Sledding, if only family members are around.

LaurenM: Maternal

1. Would Lauren want a daughter or a son?A son.

Lauren grew up in a household that had one or two more children than her parents could actually handle, especially since both of them had to work to support the family. While neither of them outright ignored any of their children and did try to be fair, they both could have done more to interact with their children equally. As it was, her mother showed more attention to her older daughters, and her father showed more attention to his sons.

Of her two parents, Lauren unquestionably got along better with her dad -- mostly because she and her mom were too much alike -- so seeing him interact more often with her brothers left more deep of an impression than she realizes.

2. How many children does she want?Zero. It’s interesting that Lauren gets these questions when she’s probably the least maternal OC on my list.

Lauren doesn’t hate kids exactly, not any more than she dislikes humanity in general, but she lacks patience and has trouble relating even to other adults, which are not great traits for interacting with children.

3. Would she be a good parent?If the conditions were right -- only one or two children, both with the right temperaments, and a good husband to support her, along with a heck of a lot of work on her part -- it’s possible Lauren could be a good mother. It would be easier for her to be a bad parent than for a lot of people, and harder to be a good one.

In full fairness, she is completely aware of this, and consequently intends on never having kids.

4. What would she name a son? What would she name a daughter?Most likely her son would be named Patrick, after her maternal grandfather. He died when she was young, and her parents would have named her youngest brother after him, if her mother had not had a miscarriage.

A daughter might be named Diana. No particular reason, she’s just always liked the name.

5. Would she adopt?Absolutely not. In fact, it’s much more likely that she would give up any child she had for adoption than attempt to raise them, as it would take the baby’s father wanting children, having a lot of good qualities for fatherhood, and spending a lot of time convincing her for her to keep and raise any children she had.

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