#i speak from experience. i watched this movie recently.
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Toccata and Fugue in D Minor from Fantasia (1940)
For the sake of being the first and most boring part of this movie, this, too, is a Disney villain.
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Baby beesâ first Halloween
Male!Bee Hybrids x Fem!Reader
Bunniâs Monstertober Event
Oct 10th
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summary: when your baby bees want to experience the Halloween traditions of the human world, you do everything in your power to make the night special for them.
warning: mostly fluff, short sex scene at the end, breeding, oviposition, more than two p in one v
Although honey and sweet things were things all bee hybrids were experts on, not a single one of them was aware of the Halloween holiday.
That was, until one of your baby bees looked up from your lap at the movie you were watching. In it, the characters were talking about Halloween as they walked home from school.
The baby beeâs eyes lit up, and he held onto your shirt with his tiny fists as he watched the movie with you. His siblings were already fast asleep in cuddle piles all along the bed and floor, so he took the opportunity to get some extra cuddle time with his precious mama!
The next day, you woke up to your sons buzzing around, their clumsy bodies pumping into walls and each other as they babbled and squealed with delight.
âReally?â
âA special day where you get candy?â
âA-and you get to dress up!â
âMama!â
Their attention turned to you the second they noticed you were awake. You were tackled by your sons, the sound of buzzing, purring, and multiple voices trying to speak at once filled the room.
âMama, hungry!â
âI wanna trick or treat!â
âMama, mama!â
You laughed, holding them close to you. âShh, shh⊠one at a time.â
As you began to feed your little ones, they told you their plans.
âWeâre gonna trick or treat!â
You blinked, patting the back of one of your little ones after he was done feeding. âTruck or treating? And where do you plan on doing that, boys? You know little ones arenât allowed to leave the hive.â
Whines and huffs could be heard as they all poured and stomped their little feet. âI wanna eat candy!â
âCostumes sound fun!â
âMama, please!â
So like any other mother would, you decided that youâd need to plan something for your little ones to do for Halloween.
The week leading up to that special day was busy. Decorations were being put up, lights hung, and candy delivered. Before long the entire hive was buzzing with excitement for the special day!
âMy queen, weâve prepared the costumes.â
You glance at one of the worker bees as he brought in a rack of custom made costumes for your little ones. So far, you had only birthed 3 batches of baby bees, so you currently only had 15 of your own children in the hive.
âGood. Have the children try them on and make sure theyâre to their liking.â
You sighed softly, sitting next to the bed of one of the young bees that had recently been taken into the hive. He was just a baby, but so sickly and small. It hurt your heart to know other hives didnât care as much as you did.
âMamaâŠâ
His little voice made your heart clench in your chest. You werenât his mother, but you reached out and held his tiny hand regardless. âYes, sweetheart?â
âI wanna⊠dress up tooâŠâ
So another costume was ordered, the little one requested to dress up as a flower.
When the time finally came for Halloween, you were awoken by a swarm of your little ones all jumping onto your bed and squealing with delight.
âMama!â
âHalloween, itâs Halloween!â
âCandy!â
You groaned a bit, sitting up and rubbing your tired eyes. âI told you, my little love bugs, we canât trick or treat until later tonight.â
They were restless through the day, but thankfully you anticipated this and had a small fall fest planned. They all played with hay, bobbed for apples, and got their faces painted by the talented artists of the hive.
âIâve never seen a baby bee so happy before, my queen,â one of your attendants purred into your ear, nibbling on your neck. âYou are certainly the most attentive, amazing-â
When his hand dipped between your thighs, you gave his arm a playful smack. âTsk, tsk⊠itâs their night, you arenât getting any until all my little ones are asleep.â
You attendants all pouted, determined to cling and whine to you about how needy they were. For the most part you didnât mind, but they were such jealous things!
Settling down with your little ones, you let them nap as you chatted with the worker bees. It wa stole for them to get in place for trick or treating.
When your little ones began to wake, you helped the sleepy baby bees get their costumes on before walking with them through the hive.
Every work station had been converted into a mini house, and the baby bees squealed with delight as they ran and flew to knock on the doors and receive their special treats.
You giggled, watching them bump into each other and toddle around, eating candy and buzzing well into the night.
After going to every house, they were exhausted, toddling after you as you got them all back to bed.
âWas Halloween fun?â you asked in a soft voice, tucking them in.
âYeahâŠâ
âMmm⊠mamaâŠâ
âFunâŠâ
Once they were all asleep, you were guided out of the nursery and to your bedroom. YOURE attendants were pouting, a line of bee hybrids waiting outside for their reward.
âWe all worked very hardâŠâ one of them murmured while kissing your fat thighs and tummy. Your panties were already gone, your bee hybrid lovers much too eager to keep them on for long.
Being stuffed with one cock then two, feeling your belly stretch and expand as egg after egg was pushed inside of your womb.
You had promised them all some loving in return for working so hard for your little ones, and they were all so desperate for a turn that they were jumping your leg and pushing more than one cock into your fat cunt.
It was a long night full of cum, love making, and lots of eggs. But by the end of it, they were all satisfied and purring as they curled up with you in a cuddle pile.
Babies and adults were similar in that way. Just like the babies loved to spend time with their mother, the adults yearned to be in the presence of their queen.
ââââââââ
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drains me slowly
pairing: wade wilson x gn!reader
summary: deadpool finally invites you, the coworker he has a massive crush on, over, which means the two of you end up doing more than just watching a movie.
tags: smut (18+), sub!wade wilson, dom!reader, pain kink, use of superpowers to fuel a pain kink, light masochism, teasing, gentle dom, hand job, scratching, body worship
wc: 3.3k
a/n: fic inspired by the new deadpool movie coming out!!! also, title is from love me dead by ludo.
No surprise that Wade wasnât exactly anyoneâs favoriteâ that goes for among the heroes heâs worked with and throughout his life in general. Heâs â to put it in the kindest way anyoneâs ever told him â fucking annoying. Oh, heâs more than aware that heâs a little too out-of-pocket, abrasive, impulsiveâ a nightmare to interact with, really. And those were just the recent comments made by the closest thing he has to coworkers! The shit he heard from people growing up was leagues worse.Â
Look, having a rough start in life isnât uncommon and heâs sure as hell not gonna get the tiny violin out for himself and throw his own little pity party, but heâs grown enough since his healing factor got beat out of him to acknowledge that heâs had it tough over the years.
Heâs still going, though! Yeah, he may not always be the best at doing his laundry quick enough to get any clean clothes to wear, or at stopping his room from becoming cluttered with too many half-empty water bottles, but heâs still making it by, day by day.
But, well, itâs still really hard to constantly put himself out there, get assigned â or infinitely more likely, just shove himself into â whatever jobs or missions he feels like taking on when everyone treats him like Jar Jar Binks.
That was until you came along. So, obviously youâre crazy hot â heâs gotta get that out of the way first â but more than that, you were confident. Competent, too, and those rarely coincide in Wadeâs experience. You mostly worked on call, joining the occasional mission, battle, or investigation because your mutant powers came in handy often, but you also still kept up with your day job. Honestly, Wade thinks the reason why you werenât always present in fights was to stop the other mutants from being out of a job. Your ability to slowly deteriorate surrounding biological tissue, while horrifying and a pain in the ass to control â your words â was basically winning on easy mode.
But no, you were adamant about keeping your involvement with the X-Men infrequentâ only joining when your presence was absolutely necessary. Apparently nonstop high stress situations aren't good for your mental healthâ who knew?
And he wants to pretend he became obsessed with you because of all those things, and of course they helped, but really, you had him at hello. Or well, you bothering to say hello and actually talk to him in the first place, to ask him questions about his life in moments of downtime where usually heâd be left with an unenthusiastic audience instead of a warm-hearted listener who actually laughed at his jokes.
So, of course, he has to go and fuck it up.
âŠ
âSo, glad thatâs over, huh?â Wade says through a smile, the whites of his mask squeezing as his cheeks rise. âSpeaking of over, you wanna come?â
âOver?â you shake your head a little, flashing your teeth as you try and comprehend him. âRight after we took on a whole crime ring?â
âWell, what a better time to unwind, am I right?â
âOh?â you raise your eyebrows. âWeâre unwinding?â
Itâs small, but you swear Wade ups his talking speed, âWell, yeah, you know. Watch a movie, order in, show you my Pokemon cards, the works.â
You hum, pretending to consider it, âDepends, you got a holo Charizard?â
And now, for sure, he exhales his relief. âYou insult me.â
The two of you enter his apartment not long after youâre dismissed from the mission, and Wade briefly excuses himself to change out of his suit. Making yourself at home, you take a seat on the couch and glance across his living room. His apartment is surprisingly nice. The kitchen and living room are one large, open space with a sleek, modern design. Also, youâd assume someone as chaotic as Wade would keep their house in a messier state, or hell, at least a little dusty, but the living room is spotless. Maybe he cleaned recently? What, was he planning on inviting someone over?
Snorting as you shake your head, a small click from across the hall catches your attention.
Youâve only seen Wade on the job, so naturally heâs always been wearing his red suit, but for some reason, you never stopped to picture him wearing civilian clothes. Actually, now that youâre seeing him in a sweatshirt and sweatpants â awfully warm for this weather â youâre struggling to reconcile the image of him you had in your head with the person right in front of you.
Well, at least until Wade brings up a fist to cover his mouth, illustrating his nervousness, and the tension fizzles out. Only Wade has body language that cartoonishly exaggerated.
âNice sweats, green looks good on you.â
Wade pauses for a moment, registering your words before he giggles softly, arm falling to his side, âIâve been thinking about changing the color of my suit. You know, hiding all the blood is great and all, but sometimes I gotta wonder â could this thing be more flattering?â
He walks over with a spring in his step before sitting by your side. Cutely, he wraps you up in the larger blanket first before settling the smaller, throw blanket over himself. You try your hardest not to show your confusion outwardly, but seeing Wade up close now has you questioning his outfit all the more.
Heâs a bit tall, so the sweatpants donât go all the way down to his ankles, but Wadeâs wearing calf socks, as if he specifically were trying to avoid them being uncovered. Also, his hoodieâs easily a size or two larger, which makes it the perfect thing to wear to lounge around and watch a movie in, but also, the sleeves cover his entire hand sans his fingers. From the little you can see of them, they look puckered in scars.
But obviously Wadeâs hands are scarredâ heâs a mercenary. Heâs handled all sorts of weapons and been in hundreds of fights over the years. You werenât expecting his skin to be baby-smooth.Â
Whatâs interesting to you is why heâd go through all the trouble to hide it.
Also, yeah, the most obvious pointers were that the hood of his sweatshirt is up even though you two are indoors in his own home and â how could you forget this one â his Deadpool mask is still on.
Was he just uncomfortable with sharing his identity in general or was he specifically trying to shove distance between the two of you? Whatever, if he doesnât want to take his mask off with you, he doesnât have to. You feel a distinct pang in your chest, but you try not to let it color how you respond to him. Heâs more than in the right to only share what he feels most comfortable with.
Wadeâs been fiddling with the remote while youâve been â hopefully â subtly looking him over, and the screen finally changes from a streaming service page to the opening of the movie.
âWeâre watching The Princess Bride? I didnât take you for a romantic.â
He bats his eyes â at least, you think he does, given the maskâ and speaks in a sweet voice âWhy, me? Oh please, I know romance. Iâm not going to invite a lovely, gorgeous, incredible person over and force them to watch Die Hard on the firstââ
His back straightens out like heâs been electrocuted before he forcibly relaxes his posture to finish his thought.
âHang-out.â
Okay, you want to go easy on him, especially because he seems so tense, but you canât just let that one slide. You close the small distance remaining between the two of you, causing your entire side to press against his. Even through his sweatshirt, you can feel how warm he is.
âMmm, just a hang out?â you mumble, sliding your head onto his shoulder. Youâve done this before, either for comedic effect or just in an attempt to push his buttons the same way he always tries to push yours â which, despite his best efforts, always ends up endearing him to you instead of bothering you â but never in a context like this.
He inhales sharply, and you count the seconds until he finally lets himself release it. Sometimes, you think he takes his healing factor for granted.
Turning his head to peer down at you, Wade considers you for a moment, keeping his face and body language deceptively neutral. You try your hardest to keep your eyes focused on the movie and your body loose and comfortable.
âYou want this to be a date?â he says, flat.
âWhy, thank you for asking, dear sir,â you copy his sweet voice from earlier before returning to your normal. âYes, Wade, I like you.â
âIââ he starts, but the words get caught on their way out. His fingers bury themselves in the material of his sweatpants, and the movement draws your attention to them again. Shades of blotchy red and pink curve all across his skin.
Wade doesnât say anything, which is concerning enough on its own, but following your confession, you feel like heâs more than out of his element.Â
âThatâs why you invited me over, right?â you try and help him out. âYou feel the same, too.â
And then, feeling bold, you turn your head to face his still mask-covered head and kiss him lightly on the cheek. Instantly, you see fireworks go off inside him, because Wade hurriedly shuts the TV off and runs off to close the blinds. Thereâs barely enough light in the room now to make out shapes, but apparently Wade doesnât take any issue because he peels his mask back and kisses you on the lips.
His lips are textured, and your intuition flashes quietly in the back of your mind, but for right now, you focus on how energetic he is. If his body is warm, his mouth feels like itâs on fire. Heâs constantly moving, trying to experience all of you as fast as possible.Â
Itâs making your face heat up, how quickly he demands your complete attention and how relentless he is in grabbing it. Wade bites your bottom lip, causing you to gasp into him, and he uses the opportunity to explore across your own teeth and tongue. After a few more seconds, you break away, needing the space to breathe.
âHoly shit,â you whisper, voice rough.
âYouâre telling me,â Wade coughs out. âWe couldâve been doing that this whole time?â
âWell, all you had to do was ask.â
And although you canât see him, which you know is the point, you understand something in him has shifted. He gets up from the couch, takes you by the hand, and leads you towards his room. His pace is so quick, you barely comprehend his actions until youâre both standing right in front of his bed.
âIs this okay?â he asks, quiet. You donât think youâve ever heard him stifle the amount of words he let loose before.
âYes, of course it is. But Wade, we have to turn on at least a lamp or something in here.â
âWe do?â
âYeah,â you pause to give him a second to think. âI canât see you at all like this.â
âWhat if â and you're just going to have to trust me on this one â youâd prefer it this way,â Wadeâs voice is light, but it feels like itâs cracking at the edges.
âAnd whyâs that?â
Not like youâd be able to see, but the anxiety radiating off of him makes him sound wide-eyed, âHuh? Oh, Iâ uhâŠâ
âLook, if youâre worried about how Iâm going to react to you having a bunch of scarsâ donât. I donât mind,â the sound of fabric rustling in front of you makes you think he just flinched. âI figured it out. Youâre not sneaky.â
âYou say that, butâŠâ
âWade, I donât care. And I mean that kindly! Really, it doesnât bother me.â
Wade starts pacing in front of you, nearly tripping on the leg of the bedpost, âLook, I appreciate the whole hero act you got going on here â really fits you good, you should totally quit your day job â but you donât have to force yourself, Iââ
âWade, you either confront your insecurities head on or Iâm not doing this with you. I told you what I think, the only person whoâs going to worry about how you look here is you. We either have sex with a light on or not at all, okay?â
No one speaks for a few seconds once you finish saying your piece, and you cringe, realizing how forceful you must have come off. Youâre about to speak up again to apologize when you hear a shudder-filled exhale from a few feet away.
âJesus H. Christ,â he groans. âYouâre so hot when you're putting people in their place.â
Your lips curl into a shaky smile, âYeah, what else do you think is hot?â
And you can practically hear the gears turning in his head from here.
âŠ
Itâs actually happening. No fucking way he didnât dream this up. But you were pretty adamant about him getting his head in the game in order for you guys to actually get down and dirty, so for you, he tries to keep his train of thought as focused as possibleâ a big ask.
âBossing anyone â everyone, especially me â around. You using your abilitiesââ you reach over and find Wadeâs hand before running your fingers up his arm. âShit, umm, using your abilities in general, but, umm, I really like when Iâm there.â
âOh?â you giggle. âWhen you get to watch, or?â
âWhen I get to feel.â
Your hand moves over to the nape of his neck, reaching under his hood and mask, to rub at his rough skin. Wadeâs nerves light on fire as he waits for you to respondâ for some reason, it never feels like your words come out fast enough.
âYou got a thing for pain, Wilson?â
He chuckles, âYouâd be surprised.â
âOkay, but are you sure? I can try, but it might not be all that good for you.â
âDonât worry,â he thinks back to all those times he had a hard on while the two of you were fighting together. âItâll be great for me.â
You hum, âAlright, then, but you tell me to stop the second you donât like something, okay?â
âAye, aye, captain,â he salutes, though you probably canât see it. âAnd, same goes for you.â
âWhat a gentleman, letting me destroy him and giving me an out.â
Heâs blushing something furious and heâs never been more grateful for the dark, âAnything for you.â
Those are the last words he whispers before he begins undressing. He knows you probably meant for him to strip with the light on, but heâs really not so sure he could stomach being looked at like a bug under a microscope. The attention, while electrifying, was already starting to get to him, so he lets himself stay in his comfort zone a little longer. As a treat.Â
Once his sweats are off, he hesitantly peels off his mask before slipping into bed, keeping most of his body under the covers. After shutting his eyes, he clicks the lamplight on.
Youâre not saying anything. Thatâsâ a sign? A good one, a bad one, Wade doesnât know. Heâs trying so hard to keep his breathing steady, but he can feel his body start shaking all on its own.
You join him on the bed, kneeling next to him, before your warm breath falls across his cheeks as you kiss his forehead. Only then does he open his eyes, and you reward him by cupping his cheek in your hand.
âThere,â you say. âWasnât so hard, was it?â
Wade gets the strong urge to snort, and so he does, but your eyes narrow. Thereâs a soft scratching at the back of his skull as you snake your hand over, and quickly you dig your nails in slightly. Wade has to bite his tongue to keep the noise in.
âIâm sorry, is that funny to you?â
âNo!â he whispers sharply as you bring your hand down to scratch along the line of his neck.
âGood, seems like youâre learning.â
You kiss him, teeth clacking together at first before Wade melts into it. Your hand is still slowly exploring his body, running along the line of his shoulder and towards his upper arm. When you reach his bicep, you very obviously squeeze the muscle there, and you let out a pleased sigh as you begin groping in earnest.
He wants to turn to hide his face in the pillow, not sure how to react to all the positive attention and appreciation, but you catch him trying to turn away, and you kiss him deeper.
While one hand begins to explore his pecs and abs, your other hand scratches down his v-line, softly caressing the skin of his inner thighs before moving around to squeeze his ass.
Wade rewards you with a small whine, and you carefully trail a finger down his dick. You move in to whisper in his ear, âYouâre so hot, Iâm not forgiving you for hiding for so long.â
Trying to stifle the embarrassing moan that he knows will come out, he bites down on his lip hard, but you take the hand not teasing his cock to gently pry his lip away.
âFrom now on, I get to hear you, okay?â you say and Wade nods rapidly.
You take the moment you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and after giving him a second to ready himself, you ask, âIâm going to use it now. Tell me if you want to stop.â
âOkayââ he responds before he feels the sweet sensation of you jerking him off coupled with your power. Itâs a humming, dull feeling of pain resting in the backgroundâ almost like the sensation of being choked except itâs affecting his entire body. Wade feels like thereâs a weight pinning down each of his limbs and itâs so freeingâ so relaxing.
He sighs and turns his head to the side, letting out a deep moan when you up the pace of your hand and bring the other to fondle his balls.
âHow is it?â you ask, sweat dripping down your brow at trying to control your ability. Sure, itâs powerful and at times pretty horrifying, but Wade always loved how he was essentially immune. At the same rate you could destroy the flesh around you, he could heal his own right back. Just knowing that made him feel good, somehow, like he was made perfectly for you.
âItâs goodâ so good, Iââ he nearly shouts, forgetting about the neighbors.
âYeah, baby? What do you need?â
At hearing the pet name, he straight up whines as he tries to bury his hands in the sheets instead of his own thighs.Â
âNot sure, umm, a little moreââ
And he doesnât know which god he has to thank for putting you on this planet, but heâs willing to pay them all a visit. You read him like heâs not some mess, some walking disaster nobody bothers paying attention to, and you give him what you know he needs.
From the base of his chin, you drag your hand in a deep scratch across his neck, chest, and stomach, your eyes watching the pink lines blend in with his scarred skin. Itâs a flashing pain, sharp like being scalded and it feels so good mixed with the blunt feel of being under your power.
âIâm gonnaââ he says, and of course, you seem to already know. He cums with a deep grunt, rutting his hips into your fist before he thrusts his head forward to kiss you again.
As soon as he comes down, he pulls away only slightly, just so he can say what heâs been wanting to say since he met you.
âThankââ
You cut him off with another kiss, because sometimes, he really does need to shut up.Â
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àČŹ scaredy cat
pairing: non-idol!yeonjun x fem!reader
genre: smut â mdni! wc: 1.9k
contains: friends with benefits trope, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names, fingering, overstimulation (f!rec), hickeys
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During the slow boring hours of work the other day you created a list with the pros and cons of possibly dating Yeonjun.
For a while now heâs been throwing you signals about getting serious (more often than not), so you thought it would be a good idea to look at this more thoroughly, and kill some time until your shift is finally over. Aware of the already strong feelings you have for him you grab a pen and start writingâŠ
⊠funny and reliable
likes to cuddle but not clingy
great sense of fashion
(extremely) good at sex
has a super cool tv âŠ
âIs this why you've been coming over more often these days?â Yeonjun returns into the living room with drinks in hand. After sitting down on the edge of the couch which he transforms into a comfy bed every time you're here, he turns to you with a raised brow. âTo watch your disgusting movies on my new TV?â
âMy disgusting movies are well written cinematic experiences that you're too big of a scaredy cat to recognize the full worth of.â You explain, crossing arms in front of your chest. âAnd they're even cooler on your TV, so to answer your question, yes.â
Yeonjun rolls his eyes at you, but you can notice thereâs a half-smile creeping up on his plump lips as he looks away with amusement.
âActually,â you say almost through laughter which brings Yeonjunâs attention back to you, ârecently I made a list with your good and bad qualities and your new TV made it.â
âThat's not a quality.â
Now youâre the one who rolls eyes before glancing back at the screen.
âJust be grateful it's there to fill up space in the pros column.â
âSo what are my bad qualities?â Yeonjun asks intrigued just when the main character of the horror film screams hysterically at the sight of yet another body, causing his heart to jump. He flinches at the sudden sound and instantly turns his back to the screen. âJesus fuckinâ Christ, who watches this kind of shit for fun?!â
You watch him scooting over and laugh at his attempts to avoid seeing the screen while doing so as the horrible scene unfolds on the large TV.
He positions next to you and now you're shoulder to shoulder.
âI still haven't gotten to them.â
âDon't waste your time,â he sighs, adjusting against the pillow, âI don't have any.â
âDon't be so sure about that.â You quickly respond, âI had to get back to work and then I forgot.â
âBecause I don't have any.â He repeats after tittering. He finally dares to glance at the screen as it seems that the gory scene has passed.
âYou get jealous pretty easily.â You state cautiously, wanting to shoot him a discreet look so bad, but you resist.
You also want to add, and pretty obviously, but you keep that detail for yourself as you remember how overprotective he was the other night at the birthday party you were invited to. It resulted into you getting asked the same question over and over again. Your friends were having a hard time believing youâre not dating.
Yeonjun remains silent for a moment as he tilts his head to see you. He leans in, just a little bit, to make your cheeks warm from the sudden closeness; to bring goosebumps across your skin from his mouth being close enough to your ear as he speaks through low voice.
âSo itâs a bad thing that I donât like sharing whatâs mine?â
His gaze holds onto yours causing the fireworks into your stomach to ignite even harder. Itâs like your heart stops for a second, and your brain as well, making the task to come up with a good answer on time challenging. Itâs so obvious at this point that youâre taking too much time; too fumbled by the last word in his sentence. And especially by how much you like its presence there; how youâre already getting used to the sound of it in his voice.
Your lips part, not to speak, but to kiss him instead when another jumpscare makes him wince.
Too busy to hide his face into your chest, he only groans in despair, simultaneously pulling the blanket over your tangled bodies. One airy shit! slips from beneath it. The dramatic spine-chilling soundtrack overpowers the cussing, but you catch it nevertheless.
He sounds as if he's the one being tortured.
âPoor baby,â you tease him by cooing. âIs this too scary for you?â
He murmurs something about you shutting your mouth, but the anguish is making his frustrated words incoherent.
âHow much left till the end?â
âLike an hour and a half,â you start running your fingertips through his dark hair as he adjusts even further into your arms. His head finds a comfortable spot onto your chest.
âIâll just close my eyes for a little whileâŠâ his voice is slower than a moment ago, and you hum softly in agreement.
Itâs almost like your familiar scent can lull him to sleep despite the scary movie playing in the background. He can feel his muscles loosen up, his mind relaxing with each peaceful breath you take.
Until the noise of a new jumpscare comes to frighten him again.
âI will add this in my cons list by the way.â You cackle.
Yeonjunâs brows furrow, but you canât see his irritated eyes, because his face is hidden into your neck.
You can feel his warm breath caressing your skin once he speaks up.
âI know what will help me calm down.â
As the words slip lazily one by one from his lips, his hand slides down between your thighs. His fingertips feel the nice fabric of your little cotton shorts that seem too tight around your curves. They keep roaming around, rising your body temperature, until he guides them to your clothed clit, putting just enough pressure on it while his mouth nibbles on the skin of your neck.
âBut⊠I want to finish the movie,â you whine softly before shutting your eyes at the thrill heâs causing you to feel kiss after kiss.
âYou keep watching, baby.â His lips detach from your neck and curl up into a sinful smirk.
You centre your head again, watching him pull down your shorts as the screen behind him paints his silhouette in dark blue and purple hues, turning his features even more seductive.
Half of the fuzzy blanket is now almost on the ground as you keep your legs spread open. Yeonjunâs hand rubs in continuous circling motions that he synchronises with your breathing. Focusing entirely on your body helps him completely ignore the on going movie you keep watching with interest. Heâs giving his full attention to your little squirming movements, to your rhythmical breathes, and to the erotic sounds that start escaping your mouth more frequently only to mix with the background noise in the room.
There are fresh bruises forming on your neck, but he continues to suck, making himself drool from how much he enjoys doing it. The only time he backs away is when he pushes two fingers inside you for the first time and he gets the urge to taste them, as it often happens when heâs pleasing you.
âMmm, you always taste so good.â He humms after unwrapping his lips from his fingertips. His mouth has a red tint to it, glistening with moisture. âSo fuckinâ wet for me, can you feel it?â
âFuck, donât stopââ The only thing youâre able to say when he slips back into your arousal is to keep going. His fingers curl up perfectly, and aiming for the right spot they start thrusting in a steady pace causing your moans to shake. âYeah, just like that... yeahââ
Yeonjun buries his face into the crook of your neck while starting to breathe more heavily too.
You keep closing and opening your heavy eyes at the screen where an intense moment is looming, filling the room with an intense instrumental music, but all he can register is the noises you keep losing control over. His hand flexes while increasing its speed in order to push you closer to the desired peak and it swiftly succeeds.
Your attention level drops and your head falls to one side with your eyes fluttering shut in bliss.
âSounds so pretty,â he comments at your ear as the wet lewd noise keeps erupting with the nonstop slamming of his palm against your slick folds. Just the way you like it. âYouâre close, doll.â
His fingers, stuck between your pulsing walls, get squished tighter as the seconds pass by. He keeps up the quick and smooth pacing until your breaking point comes in, forcing it to turn sloppy and rigid.
âFuck, there you go,â Yeonjunâs chuckle rings out with a husky tone, only adding to the ecstatic effects of your intense climax.
Your whole body squirms as Yeonjun lets his fingers, wet and sticky, rest still on your throbbing clit. The fluids slowly spill out of you, forming a dark spot on the couch as the sensation turns more light and mellow, but he doesnât mind it.
Youâre still regaining your normal breathing when his fingertips start skidding rapidly along your soaked folds. You whimper at the unexpected contact with your clit thatâs now extra sensitive, causing intense reactions from your body at even the smallest touch.
As he doesnât show any signs of slowing down you whine his name, but without being able to utter any other word.
âGive me one more, baby.â He whispers, effortlessly sliding his fingers up and down your slickness in an indescribable way; so fast, so determined to receive more from you. âCâmon, doll.â
You pant uncontrollably under his tireless touch. The dancing of his fingers keep up the same energy, making you clench as they create another burning knot of pleasure in your core. Once it bursts, youâre not able to stay still and Yeonjun tries his best to keep his hand on your puffy lips so he can rub till the second orgasm washes over you.
Your legs tremble when he enters you with the same eager fingers, curious to feel how wet you are. The pool of arousal welcomes him with ease, and he cannot help but start fantasising how good it would feel to have his cock deep inside you right now. He can give it to you, but making you cum multiple times like this is just as exciting.
He notices your eyes are half-closed while gazing down between your thighs.
âKeep watching, sweetheart.â He says softly, but with a slight hint of demand which makes you look up on the instant. âYou donât want to miss anything from the movie, thatâs why youâre here, right?â
He glides slowly through your tight walls and you both sense how they keep throbbing against him from lust and sensitivity. You take a deep shaky breath, trying to concentrate on the story line, but itâs so hard when heâs in the middle of building up a new wave of rush while hiding in the crook of your neck. Running his tongue over his own love marks now and then.
You bite your lip at the realisation of how much is still left from the movie that is about to become the reason your brain is going to turn completely numb and your pussy sore by the end of this Halloween night.
But the thing you will always associate it with first, from this day forward, is you officially becoming his.
! please do not repost, copy or translate my works
! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes iâve might missed
#â writing: txt#tomorrow x together smut#txt smut#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#yeonjun hard thoughts#txt x reader#yeonjun x reader#yeonjun smut
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yourinstagram Rehearsal, see you soon Coachella !!
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roses_are_rosie cant believe there's a festival during a y/n concert
âłyourinstagram ik it's crazyyyyy đ€
lalalalisa_m so happy for you cutie !!!!!!!!!!!
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username1 please play hands on me đ
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username2 cleared my schedule to watch
lewishamilton Can't wait !!
âłusername4 she dont know you lil bro
username5 it's gonna be iconic i already know đââïž
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roses_are_rosie y/n !!!! im so excited to watch AHHHHHH !!!!!
yourinstagram omg pls im so nervous
roses_are_rosie noooo you're gonna do great !! roses_are_rosie trust me đ€
yourinstagram i hope so đŹ
roses_are_rosie also i met someone today at a rimowa event and he said that he liked your music !!
yourinstagram really ?? thats so nice
roses_are_rosie he said the only reason he was going to Coachella was to see you đ roses_are_rosie hes also very handsome...
yourinstagram now whos this man that you speak of....
roses_are_rosie THE lewis hamilton roses_are_rosie he's a formula 1 racing driver !! roses_are_rosie EIGHT time world champion, anyone who says seven is LYING
yourinstagram omg yourinstagram the guy from the cars movies đŻ
roses_are_rosie y/n....
yourinstagram sorry... yourinstagram also yourinstagram i googled him and he's very very handsome.... yourinstagram like damn
roses_are_rosie ugh i know you so well roses_are_rosie he's going to Coachella and we know eachother..... so i could set you two up đ
yourinstagram mmmmm maybe yourinstagram or we could all hang out friday and saturday yourinstagram see some shows before i perform sunday yourinstagram and if we talk then we'll see where it could go
roses_are_rosie your so smart roses_are_rosie but i think he'll def ask you out đ€
yourinstagram we'll see.... đ
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deuxmoi Popstar Y/n L/n (who is performing tomorrow) and Formula One driver Lewis Hamilton were seen watching multiple artist's (Swedish House Mafia Ă The Weeknd , RosalĂa, Doja Cat) perform at Coachella together.
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username1 wait this is kinda crazy...
username2 oh ik rosĂ© set them up đ€
âłusername3 wait why ? âłusername2 rosĂ© is one of y/n's best friends and rosĂ© recently met lewis at an event ! âłusername2 also lewis is a fan of y/n, he's talked about how she's one of his favorite artist! !!
username4 didn't expect this duo
username5 y/n probably doesn't even know how big of a fan lewis is of her đ
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yourinstagram chella week 1 đ words cant express how special this experience was. still over the moon and grateful for this moment and the friends and family who came to be apart of this life changing weekend. Thank you guyzzzzzâšâšâšâš
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roses_are_rosie YOU OWNED THAT STAGE MAMA !!!
âłyourinstagram oh thank you sm rosĂ© đ„Č
username1 your vocals will always amaze me !
lewishamilton An unreal performance truly đđŸ
âłyourinstagram Thank you Lewis !! đ
†âłusername2 yeah im sure you liked the choreography lewis.... âłusername3 wonder what it was like to hear bang bang, side to side AND the light is coming....đ€ âłusername4 PLEASE I DIDN'T EVEN THINK OF THAT
username5 LEWIS PICTURE ????
fencer it was lovely to meet you ! the best show all weekend đŻ
âłyourinstagram thank you miles !!!
username6 the visuals the vocals the choreo !! 10/10 performance
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lewishamilton Nights.
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username1 ugh they seem like a fun group to hang out with
yourinstagram Fun nights đ
âłlewishamilton Unforgettable đ âłusername2 bro stop flirting with my girl đ i can't compete with you đ©
username3 ik he was singing every word
username4 no way lewis is hanging out with y/n
username5 y/n ft xnda when ?
username6 that should be me with y/n
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lewishamilton What an honor it was to watch you perform! Cant wait for next weekend!!
yourinstagram oh thank you sm lewis, it means a lot !! âș yourinstagram i had a lot of fun hanging out đ
lewishamilton So did I, we should hang out again! lewishamilton Maybe dinner?
yourinstagram Sir Lewis Hamilton.... yourinstagram Are you asking me on a date đ
lewishamilton Y/n L/n..... đ lewishamilton I am indeed asking you on a date
yourinstagram well then, i'd love to go on a date lewis!
lewishamilton Prefect, I can pick you up tomorrow? @ 8?
yourinstagram can't wait, see you then đ
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deuxmoi Popstar Y/n L/n and Formula One driver Lewis Hamilton were seen leaving a restaurant together after the two spent their weekend together at Coachella.
Hamilton attended L/n's performance and posted multiple Instagram Stories praising the singer, the pair also included picture's of each other in their most recent posts.
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username1 my goat đ
username2 bro how old is she....
âłusername3 almost 30, girl dont be weird...đ
username4 oh good for him đ€
username5 love this for them !!
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yourinstagram Coachella what an honor it's been †words cant express how special these weekends have been. still over the moon and grateful for the love and support of everyone watching in the crowd and at home!!!! Thank you all for making this dream of mine so specialâšâšâšâš
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lewishamilton If only you knew the stories. đ
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username1 WE DO KNOW !!!! YOU & Y/N
âłusername1 "if only you knew" and there's pics of it babe...
fencer đ!!!!!!!
username2 bro thinks a shirtless pic is gonna make us forget about him and y/n
âłusername3 it's working tho....
username4 are we not gonna talk about you and y/n MAKING OUT ?????
username5 MY GOAT IS FINAILLY NOT SINGLE đ„ł
âłusername6 we dont know that, could just be a hook up....
username7 please my goat dont break with herđ i don't think i can defend you on twitter if you break her heart đ
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f1spotted Y/n and Lewis were seen on a yacht in Spain after the race, they were on a large yacht with friends then left on a smaller yacht.
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username1 she's in spain but didn't go to the race ??
âłusername2 they are tryna be lowkey
username3 omg y/n in red đ
username4 did yall see that video of some dude tryna flirt with y/n and she was NOT interested and he wasn't leaving her alone and lewis stepped in.... đ«Š
âłusername5 omg yes, him being protective of her was soooooo hot
username5 the dress !!
username6 y/n at a race is close! i can feel it đ
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yourinstagram in love in spain & with spain â€
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username1 IN LOVE ??
lewishamilton wow
âłyourinstagram sorry im not single... âłlewishamilton lucky guy âłusername2 THE FLIRTING ??
username3 i feel a hard launch coming soon
roses_are_rosie pretty girl !!
âłyourinstagram says you đ
username4 mama post your man
lalalalisa_m in love with you !!!
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username5 when you going to a race ??
username6 hot hot hot hot !!!!!!! đ¶
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F1News Grammy winning Popstar Y/n L/n seen arriving for qualifying in Silverstone. Y/n watched in the Mercedes garage and cheered on Lewis as well as George !!
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username1 ohhhhh i've been waiting for this
username2 her clapping for lewis and george was so cute đ†!!
username3 face economy !!
username4 beautiful, talented, and dating lewis hamilton, she's truly one of a kind !
username5 y/n and carmen hugging and jumping together after quali was so cutesy
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lewishamilton He loves you so much !!
lewishamilton Like father like son đ
yourinstagram awwww your cute đ love you â€
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yourinstagram best photographer out there !!
lewishamilton Only for you my love â€
yourinstagram ohhhh stappp đ« đ
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F1News Grammy winning Popstar Y/n L/n seen arriving for race day in Silverstone. Y/n watched in the Mercedes garage and watched Lewis on the podium !!
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username1 two days of custom chanel to watch her boyfriend win a race.... this absolute icon
username2 love to see her smiling after the race because when they showed her watching the race she looked so stressed đ
username3 she's so cute omfg
username4 when they kissed đâ€
âłusername5 wait they did ? i didn't see it âłusername4 rosa (lewis' pr) had an umbrella and used it to cover the cameras !!
username6 her standing with lewis' family when he was on the podium and them all crying together was so adorable
username7 her being there for his first win since 2021 is so insane to me, like it's her first race and lewis WINS ????
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username1 NOOOOOOOOOO MY GIRLFRIEND HAS A BOYFRIEND
lewishamilton Love you more than anything đčâ€
âłyourinstagram so proud of you !! love you đ†âłusername2 crying, i love them already
username3 omg the last pic is so cute !!!
carmenmmundt It was lovely to hang out his weekend !!
âłyourinstagram looking forward to many more !! đ€
username4 now THIS is a wag !!
roses_are_rosie wow wow wow you look so good
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chanel Our favorite girl ! â€
username6 PARENTS !!!
username7 unexpected couple but i love it
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lewishamilton SILVERSTONE I LOVE YOU. Thereâs no crowd that deserves this more. This is love, this is family. Thank you all for the love and support. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU KEEP GOING. STILL WE RISE đŹđ§đâ€ïž !!!
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deuxmoi Popstar Y/n L/n and Formula One driver Lewis Hamilton were seen on a date in New York the day after he won the British Grand Prix, Lewis is rumored to attend the gq global creativity awards.
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username1 red carpet pics together ??
username2 saw them while they were having dinner ! he was SO attentive, also they are both very touchy like ALWAYS had a hand on ones legs or a hand on ones back, they just looked SO SO SO in love !!
âłusername3 they're so cute omg đ âłusername2 they looked like they were straight out of a romcom with how in love they looked !!
username4 omg were gonna get song's written about lewis....
âłusername5 wait i didn't even think of that, im soooo looking forward to love songs đ„ș !!! âłusername6 not just love songs also freaky songs.... yall know y/n a little freaky đ€
username7 ugh she always looks so good !!
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âłyourinstagram đâ€
username1 oh this is so iconic
roses_are_rosie cutest girl in the world đ !!
âłyourinstagram your cute đ
username2 lewis the best photographer !!
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username3 yall are killing me, you two look so good
jacquemus Beautiful !
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username4 her heels matching his jacket !!!
username5 im so single
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voguemagazine yourinstagram and lewishamilton are red carpet official! The 29 year old five-time Grammy winning singer joined her 38 year old eight-time Formula One World Champion boyfriend at the GQ Global Creativity Awards.
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username5 y/n dating someone hot ? we all cheered !!!!
username6 8 time world champion admin knows wheel
âłvoguemagazine Yes i do.đââïž
username1 need BOTH of their skin care routines
username2 i now nothing about formula one but bro is an EIGHT time world champion ? he must be the goat đ
username7 omg my two favs are dating and it's serious??? im going insane i love it !!
username3 what a talented and beautiful couple !!
username4 i want them to see me from across the bar and really dig my vibe
username8 they are SO HOT omfg
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lewishamilton GQ Global Creativity Awards with My Love â€
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username1 i don't know who im more jealous of ?
yourinstagram looking good handsomeđ
âłlewishamilton My beautiful beautiful girl, iâm very much obsessed with you x â€đč âłusername2 my heart omg đ„ș
username2 "with my love" im melting
username8 y/n with someone hot AND is showing her off ??? she won đ
roses_are_rosie Happy for you two lovebirds â€
âłyourinstagram đ„șâ€
username3 COUPLE OF THE CENTURY !!
fencer My favorite people !!
username4 do you guys need a third ??
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Hello omg I love your soft sylus writing a lot !!
May I request please a reader where she loves sylus so much that she tries to express it by words but canât cause she is so shy and never done so and sylus encourage it and tease her
LOVE UR WRITING
You had something to say and it clear as day to Sylus that you were lost within the internal conflict raging on within your mind, weighing out the pros and cons of speaking truthfully of your heart to him. And while it was adorable to watch you squirm and struggle to articulate your thoughts into coherent sentences for the first five minutes, Sylus was soon aware that since your so hesitant in taking the first step, heâll have to take the first step on your behalf by grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you onto his lap.
âSomethings on your mind kitten, itâs eating away at you and I want to know what it is thatâs been consuming you from the inside out.â He says while tightening his grip on your wrist just enough to keep you from being able to pull away, but enough where heâs not bringing you to any harm. You could practically feel your heart in your throat as it righted in on itself, it didnât help that Sylusâs crimson eyes were peering into you in a way that made it seem as though he knew but loved to watch you suffer. âI- I donât-â you stopped before you could even say a full sentence as everything leading up to now had resurfaced in your mind.
You knew you loved Sylus, you have for a while now, but past experiences or close to the sort have made you hesitant in making the first move and into something more meaningful between the two of you. You remember times where you would wonder whether youâd be luckily enough to be blessed with having someone become interested in you, fully investing their time and energy into what you had to say, their eyes remained on you as though they couldnât bring themselves to look at anyone else.
You wanted everything youâve seen in movies or read in books so badly, but even if you did find someone who was interested by you, you tended to pull away before they could get close enough to see the real you and become distant because you didnât fulfill their idea of you that was unrealistic. You couldnât help it for after being on your own for a long while you have grown accustomed to the idea that you might be left to your own company, maybe have a cat and or a dog in the future to make up for the lack of connection. So the idea of sharing your space with anyone else has always made you feel seriously self conscious and unable to articulate your thoughts and feelings like youâd like to.
However soon Sylus came into your life and you felt the same way you did when you were still talking to the person you preciously liked. You felt jittery, scared, excited and eagerly anticipated when youâd next see Sylus again while occasionally on the look out for Mephisto. Yet once you realised what you were feeling, what you were doing, a cold sense of dread filled you and unfortunately Sylusâs actions towards you only made it even harder for you to deny what was happening between you two.
Sylus would go out of his way to hold you by the small of your back in crowded spaces, keeping you close proximity to him, lightly touch your shoulder or stand closer to you then normal and even get in your face to watch your expressions as he did some lighthearted teasing. He was in your personal space and he was everywhere you went, and since it happened so often it came to a point where you were actively seeking out the tall man with crimson eyes and snow/silvery hair without realising it. The implications scared you gravely to the point where recently youâve tried to avoid SylusâŠonly for Luke and Kieran along with Mephisto to find you and inform Sylus before he greeted you in person.
Sylus took your chin in his free hand and moving your head so you were back to staring into his observant eyes rather than to your fiddling fingers. âUse your words kitten, after all Iâve got all the time for you to sort out what you want to say.â He tells you as a smirk played upon his lips as he watched your eyes widened a tad and your breath hitched in your throat. Sylus then taps a finger against your lips softly, letting it linger there for a bit. âSo speak your mind sweetheart, speak it to me and donât be afraid of the consequences,â he then leans forward to rest his head against yours as his eyes looked at your lips briefly before looking back into your eyes, âyou might like what happens afterwards.â He finishes as he caresses your jawline with his fingers.
âDonât.â You tell him sternly, taking Sylus back a little. âDonât say things like that if youâre just going to be giving me false promises and leave after I say it.â You reiterated as you looked at his face as you felt a wave of embarrassment over come you as everything within you screamed to protect yourself.
âWhat makes you think I wonât take what you say to me seriously? Have I given you any doubt to distrust me into thinking I would laugh at your innermost emotions?â Sylus asked and when you didnât respond his smirk faltered as a serious emotions overcame his face and he took a deep breath. âYou know I would never laugh at your emotions right? What do I have to gain in knowing your feelings? For I would never use it against you, not when I know that Iâd loose you and your trust for that matter.â Sylus told you as he lets go of your wrist to hold your face between his palms instead, stroking your cheeks softly that you couldnât help but melt into his touch.
âI love you Sylus.â You admitted softly but clearly enough for him to hear as his thumbs stopped caressing your cheeks. âI always knew I love you but didnât want to say anything incase youâd find another person to call your muse, to call your kitten or sweetheart. Someone who can keep up with you where I canât. I knew I couldnât confess if I knew that this thing between us will never be anything but serious.â You continued as you felt everything come to the surface, easing the weight upon your shoulders greatly as you could feel yourself breath properly once more.
Sylus didnât say anything at first and it worried you, especially with the way he keeps his gaze locked on you as though nothing else mattered in this moment but you. It felt as though he could see right through you and directly into your soul and it made you feel a little exposed and vulnerable. It scared it greatly that your fears were proven right, so much that in the moment you tried to move yourself off of his lap, only for Sylus to pull you in closer to him by your face until you were touching noses and lips were ghosting over the others.
âSylus-â before you could finish your sentence, Sylus was quick to press his lips to yours as he began to weave his lips between yours with a tenderness and passion you werenât expecting after confessing your innermost feelings. He held your face as though it was porcelain as he deeper the kiss, moving a hand to the back of your head to keep you close to him, all the while his other hand rested on your waist to pull you further into him as though you werenât already physically close enough. It was passionate, sweet and warm as you found yourself putting your hands on his shoulders, bunching up the fabric of his expensive shirt under your grip as you melted into the kiss; wanting nothing but to forget everything else except the taste of his lips on yours.
Only for your lungs to burn, forcing you to pull away from him as you catches your breath.
Sylus smirked as he hurried his head into your neck, breathing heavily as his fingers traced your skin over your clothes lovingly while you rested your head against his shoulder, soaking in his warmth and comforting feeling you get from cuddling against his chest. âI told you I wouldnât take you nor your emotions for granted kitten, why would I do that to the person I love?â He says against your neck and you couldnât help but smile goofily at his own confession as your heart fluttered.
You were glad that you finally got your feelings off of your chestâŠeven if it did take a little nudge from your crimson eyed beloved to do so as you spent the rest of the evening in his arms and whispering sweet nothings to one another.
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I would love to hear about the Flanderisation of Ghibli movies if you're willing to revisit the topic for someone who wasn't in the stream. The term is something I only just learned about recently and I'm really curious how it applied to Ghibli.
Only if you want to, though! I hope the stream was fun for you and everyone else.
Ah I was talking about a tumblr post speaking about this specific thing. How people in the internet really like to emphasise Ghibli movies as
"Oh cottagecore vibes! So cozy!"
And I had someone in my chat ask "are all Ghibli movies just cozy? Because I want to watch them but I need something with a little more teeth." And I had to assure them that aside from Ponyo, Kiki and MAYBE Totoro, Ghibli movies are NOT just cozy cottagecore feel good films and do actually have a LOT of substance to them.
And I don't blame the chat member for thinking ALL Ghibli is that kind of vibe because that is the way the internet as a whole have flanderised the Ghibli movies. Because a LOT of the Ghibli films deal with topics that are not cozy comfort films. Almost every Ghibli film has anti-war messaging, or a plea for nature conservation, or in some way or another a balance getting thrown off that needs correcting.
Sometimes a Ghibli movie is about the friction of different ideologies with no villain or bad guy, like Mononoke. Sometimes it's about responsibilities regarding the long term damage of war and the destruction of the environment like Nausicaa. Sometimes it's about post-war trauma and being anti-fascist like Porco Rosso. Sometimes it's about preserving nature in the face of progress like Pom Poko. Sometimes it's about overcoming the fear of new environments and experiences like Spirited Away. Sometimes it's about losing your passion for something when you make your passion your job like Kiki.
But the internet doesn't like focusing on those parts of Ghibli movies. They want to focus on the soft, comfortable, easily digestible parts of the Ghibli films. Which is why I am convinced Ponyo is probably one of the most popular Ghibli films in the US. You know. The one Ghibli made for toddlers.
Or Howl's Moving Castle which I don't consider to be a good movie. But even Howl's Moving castle has anti-war themes in it. It just takes a very big back-seat to the plot around Sophie. But even that is not what people focus on when they talk about it. The main focus most people have on Howl's Moving Castle is the "romance" between Howl and Sophie which is about as style over substance as you can get. I'm so sorry but it is.
If you look up "Ghibli" on most social media sites you're gonna get a LOT of results, but none of them are going to focus on the actual substance of the films or what they are inherently about at their core. Which is most often humanity and life affirming even or especially in the face of cruelty. Or it will be about the disregard of nature. Not so much from an conservationist perspective, but simply from a perspective of the lack of reverence society currently has of nature.
[Mononoke-hime Theater Program, July 1997]
But all of this substance has been lost when people talk about Ghibli movies in the public space in favour of The aesthetic.
To the point where I have people in my chat asking me if Ghibli HAS any substance to it. Or if they really are just nothing but comfort cozy cottagecore films.
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A Very Long qRoier Theory
Okay so here's what I actually think, and TRUST THE PROCESS OKAY:
I think that Roier really was kidnapped by the Federation, but I don't think that he was taken because he was looking for Cellbit strictly because the Feds themselves are actually more or less actively searching for the missing islanders and hoping for their return so they can continue the murder investigation. Despite the terrible things going on, the Feds legitimately want all their islanders/lab rats back on the island so they can continue with whatever experiment they're holding. Every time Cucurucho has held a meeting recently, it's asked about the status of the missing islanders, so it really wouldn't make sense for it or the Feds as a whole to punish their one single lead in the case when every actual Federation agent assigned to the case has either come up with nothing or disappeared entirely.
Nah, I think Roier was taken because he was vulnerable and because the Feds figured nobody would've missed him. They know that he isn't really super close with anybody on the island but Cellbit, and they know that he's been actively pushing people away for a while now- basically since Bobby's death, and moreso since his return from Purgatory.
Looking at the QSMP channel's streams, particularly Elena's, we know that the Feds seem to be a pharmaceutical company. They, simply speaking, make drugs. Look at the "happy pills" that Elena helped create, this is what the Feds do.
Roier mentioned that he was drugged. He never said that they stopped drugging him. I think he's still being drugged and that he isn't a rat- not a literal one, anyway.
I think that Roier is still under the effects of the drugs he's being given because he is currently a test subject. He's a lab rat.... at the moment, anyway.
More on that later.
Do I have any evidence for this? Not really, but also some things just didn't add up cinematically. Like, okay, go back and watch everything from after when Roier 'wakes up' in the dungeon:
Everything's got this weird otherworldly fuzziness and glow to it. It's almost dreamlike in a way. Only the focus of the world is, well, in focus. The rest is blurred like a bad 3D movie:
There are all these weird cuts and jumps, too, like 11:16 when we suddenly cut to black for a few moments as Roier goes down the hallway, or 12:13 when we smash cut to the rat and 12:16 when we cut to Cucurucho. It's super sudden and jarring and it sets up a real nice feeling of unease (shoutout to ccRoier, this is SPECTACULAR)
And the music, okay, the background music is exactly the kind of shit you'd hear in a 'Dreamcore Music Video' on YouTube. It's super Backrooms, super weird esoteric vibes, and that's very on purpose.
None of this is real, and "Doied" is the final proof because like. He isn't real lol, if he's real then so is Roger, and the only times either of them front are when Roier's goofing around or when he's extremely homicidal (we saw Roger pretty recently, actually, back in October when he said that Cellbit killing everyone might be a good thing, actually.) Doied isn't like Abueloier or Melissa, he's one of Roier's 'alters', and he's a bit of a freak lol
I think about everyone can agree that this whole 'Ratoier' thing is a hallucination, but then we have to think, huh, what the hell does any of this mean?
First, we gotta follow the whole 'Roier is Currently Super Drugged' thing, because he is. He literally is. If he's not, well, laugh at me when the next tape comes out.
Roier is drugged by the Feds right now probably to test a new drug, possibly a drug meant to- just like the Happy Pills- make people happy again. In this case, however, I think that the pills may actually have something to do with memories, particularly the same memory retrieval stuff the Resistance did to Bagi. Because, well.
I want to go back to the rat, and I want to go back to Doied, because this stream actually implied a LOT about qRoier's character.
The thing about Doied is that he's the manifestation of Roier's "Um, actually!" Nerd Emoji self. He's a nerd. He's a loser with glasses and a nasty attitude.
Doied, in the dream, is a scientist. Doied, in the dream, performed horrible, inhumane experiments for the Federation. He put Roier's brain into a rat's, a lab rat's.
Once a long, long time ago in August, Roier quietly came to the realization that maybe he has a past history with the Federation and that's why Osito Bimbo has always been so weird about him- it basically had a crush on him for the first week or so of the island, and it still seems to, and he is still the only one outside of Foolish the Federation Employee to be addressed directly by his train ticket number: 0037. He brought up the possibility of being a Federation worker in the past to Cellbit, who brushed it off and said that he wouldn't care because he's a worker, too, technically, but what if it isn't a possibility?
We've always wondered how Federation workers end up the way they do. Why are they all the exact same type of bear? Why does only Cucurucho get to have a face and a voice? Why do they all have human minds and emotions? Why are they all dedicated to the Federation?
Easy. Because maybe they were people before, just like how Bagi and several other islanders think they are. But maybe someone put their brains inside of an animal's body- or, at least, inside of a worker's body, God only knows if they were actual polar bears at some point. Somebody had to help come up with that technology, and maybe it's the guy who managed to build an entire computer and radio-satellite setup over the span of about a week in his goddamn backyard without anybody knowing about it.
Roier has always had some weird connection with the Federation. He's the only civilian islander to ever be addressed by his ticket number, and later we find out that Foolish's ticket number- 0039- is his Federation Employee ID Number- W0039. He was Osito Bimbo's favorite for the first week on the island to the point of Osito just giving him whatever he wanted. He and Jaiden were paired up for the Egg Event (something that was intentional, btw, admin confirmed), and it's later revealed that Jaiden has a past with the Federation regarding the SMILE Units (aka Osito Bimbo and Cucurucho and the new guys.) The "Gods" (aka the admins) will happily follow him around and revive him when he's alone and strike him with lightning when asked and give him dirt and whatever. He managed to get someone onto the island from off of the island, Abueloier, and Abueloier was saved from the brink of death by the Federation in the Federation's hospital. His literal pet dog is a Federation employee. He got to name Jorgito the IV Drip.
Doied put someone's brain into the body of a rat, and Doied is Roier's nerd self.
I think that Roier may, in fact, have a past history with the Federation, and that it isn't because his grandfather worked/works for them. Maybe Roier did, just like he suspected months ago, and maybe he did some really bad things. But they were excused at the time because the people being converted into workers were bad people who made mistakes. Roier made the mistake of breaking the rules trying to connect with Cellbit, and so he got turned into a rat. There's been a functional prison on the island for long enough for it to be partially abandoned (see: Tazercraft Prison Stream.) Walter Bob was held there, possibly because he was part of the Resistance, or possibly because he wasn't done cooking yet.
Roier has always been a man of justice. When people do bad things, they get punished, and then things can go back to normal. He ruined Quackity's life. He wanted Slime to be properly punished for killing Tilin and he threatened to murder him when he tried threatening the kids. He built an entire torture dungeon in his basement for the explicit purpose of torturing Spreen to the point of death repeatedly and possibly for the rest of Spreen's miserable life. Cucurucho took Bobby away, and Roier said that the Federation would regret putting and keeping him on the island. Pozolito the Capybara blew Cellbit up, and Roier has literally tried killing every Capybara he's seen since. The Federation screwed with his family and with himself, and Roier is more than happy to join Cellbit in massacring the entire Federation.
He's a man of justice, but not of morals. He's a ruthless killer when it comes down to it, and he only shows regret when it comes to his husband's deaths during Purgatory. He doesn't fight unless he has to, but he's been thinking about killing everyone on the island since the first week of the server when he was betrayed. But, when it comes down to it, he doesn't actually want to hurt anyone he cares about. It's why Purgatory fucked him up so much.
His moral alignment actually matches up pretty well with several other Federation workers'- particularly workers like Elena and Fred who are nice but are willing to do terrible things in the name of their cause. The difference here is that Roier has had the same privilege that workers like Walter Bob and Ron got: he got a chance to socialize.
He doesn't have memories from before the island, but he remembers enough about his childhood to be a little suspicious.
But what if these drug-induced hallucinations are actually hints to Roier's backstory? What if it wasn't Doied running all these terrible experiments for the Federation, but it was Roier? Just a guy acting under the belief that he was making the world a better place, punishing criminals (aka rule breakers) while helping the Federation's cause: finding true happiness and spreading it to the world.
The Eye said that everybody in Purgatory was a sinner, and maybe Roier's sin was some mad scientist bullshit.
The dream today, Tape 1, had Roier being punished. Maybe it's because that's what he did as a scientist to new employees, or maybe it's because of his own guilt over everything he's done; remember, the reason he stopped smiling in Purgatory wasn't because he was killing his friends (because he's thought about killing his friends for a VERY long time), but it was because he killed Cellbit, and then it was because he left Cellbit behind to die. That's why the dream specified Cellbit's lost signal and not, say, Jaiden's, and it's why all the cool cinematic landscape shots focused on either Roier himself or Cellbit.
If my prediction is correct, Tape 2 would have Roger instead of Doied. So we'll see what happens then, I guess. Roger, who represents Roier's anger and his various homicidal tendencies.
Fit said that everybody was on the island for a reason, and Roier has been cooking for a long time now. Maybe qRoier is just like qJaiden: a former Federation associate.
TLDR; qRoier is currently hallucinating due to him being a Federation lab rat. His drug-induced dreams may be implying that Roier has a past within the Federation as a scientist completing the same experiments that "Doied" did in the dream to Roier.
But that's just a theory, a Game Theory. Thank you for reading.
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@sasheneskywalker i love when you enable me to ramble about things because oh my god do i have thoughts.
so recently, i made a post discussing the phenomena of DC x DP and DC x MLB crossovers and why they exist and part of that post was discussing how largely speaking, at least half, if not more of the Batfamily fandom doesn't read the comics. if they interact with canon DC material, it's adaptations that are their own sequestered universes and oftentimes not remotely comic accurate or seeking to be. the most obvious example is the Young Justice cartoon. i'm adding a cut to this post because it just got so long i'm so sorry.
a lot of times, when people are discussing the "why" of this oversaturation of fanon-only fandom, they blame Wayne Family Adventures. and i think, to a point, i agree WFA is responsible for a boom in this fandom. but as someone who's been in the fandom long before we had WFA, to me it's the other way around. WFA was DC's way of meeting the demand for this easy-to-get-into, easy-to-consume content about the Batfamily that predicates itself on the comics just enough to be vaguely the same characters, but has a more sitcom, slice-of-life sort of vibe so DC could profit off of this section of the fanbase that otherwise wasn't consuming its primary material. and well, it's definitely worked. not only that, but i have a weird theory that the decline in the MCU also led to the rise in the Batfamily fandom. when you consider the fan content that made the MCU popular within fandom, it's that 2012 "they all live in Avengers Tower and Thor is eating poptarts and Clint is in the vents and there are movie nights every Friday" sort of vibe. those were the fics that were a hallmark of the fandom. and as the MCU has strayed from well... quality content in general, but specifically well-thought-out crossover content where characters can have their own arcs but also exist in a wider story where they clearly care about each other, that fandom was sort of homeless. so where do you go, if you like a superhero found family where you can have villains for angst but also stick them all in one big family-like home for silly crack and have a plethora of options for gay ships? well. you go to the Batfamily. if you write a crack/fluff Batfamily genfic with silly vibes and low stakes instead of say, a fic about a very specific comic issue even if it's a popular comic, you're *going* to get more traction for the former. because the fanbase largely just isn't reading the comics.
and i feel... complicated about this. because on one hand, Don't Like Don't Read has been a tenet of my fandom experience. i'm very pro-fandom and that includes fandom content i don't like. and to an extent, i do think this sort of should apply to Batfamily fanon. i enjoy having my moments with other comic purists, giggling over exceptionally painful OOC headcanons or even facepalming in pain over some content but it is on me to not interact with that content. you don't make fandom a better place by being hostile to fans who engage with canon in ways you don't approve of. and frankly? we as comic readers are not going to get non-comic fans to read the comics by being asshats to them. no one is going to want to pick up any comic if we get a superiority complex about it. and also, i feel like we're all lying to ourselves a little bit insisting comics are so, so easy to get into. they're not. we can just all agree, they're really not. i've been single-handedly helping my sister get into comics, specifically Wonder Woman and no matter how simple i make it, i watch her get frustrated trying to understand what pre-Crisis and post-Crisis and New-52 and Flashpoint and all these things mean and what a retcon vs a reboot is and what a Crisis Event is and what the hell Diana's current backstory even *is*. sure, you can give someone a beginner list of comics to start with and slowly dip their toes in the water but sooner or later, *something* is going to confuse them. comics as a medium straight up aren't going to be everyone's cup of tea. and if someone *just* wants to read silly fluffy fanfiction about the Batfamily, i can't entirely begrudge them for not wanting to take the hours and hours out of their day to understand this medium. it's not an accessible medium to get into. "read this and this, but this run is out of print and this run wasn't collected in trades at all but also make sure you read that event in order and this is a good comic but the backstory in it is retconned and you *have* to read this it's so important but it's also really bad because the author kind of sucks" sounds. ridiculous for someone who like. just wants to read some stuff about Nightwing. sometimes, we all make reading comics sort of sound like a chore, not a hobby.
so my point is, i do extend some grace to Batfamily fanon for existing. i think my biggest gripe is, as i said in my other post, misuse of tags (if you're not creating content about comics, maybe you don't need the comics fandom tag on Ao3, just the all media types umbrella tag) and my far bigger gripe: when panels are taken out of context to support fanon only headcanons. if i could impart *anything* onto the Batfamily fandom as a comic fan it'd be this: if you haven't *read* the comic, don't spread the panel. if you don't even know what comic it's *from*, don't spread the panel. it's fine to use comic panels to discuss your headcanons, but so often i see someone spreading a comic panel from a comic they haven't read, and when asked where it's from, they can't source it. a silly example that comes to mind is a post going around, taking a panel where Dick, in his internal monologue goes "here comes the sun. do do do do." and the post is claiming it's from him getting buried alive. when that panel comes from Nightwing (1996) #140, and he gets buried alive in Nightwing (1996) #127, two completely different moments frankensteined together. if you're going to not read the comics, that's completely fine, but unless you're sure of the source and the context, panels shouldn't be spread around. i'm sick of this specifically happening to Red Robin (2009), with ppl claiming Tim has totally killed people because he blew up some of Ra's' bases, when those panels within context, make it clear he gave everyone time to escape. and in a later arc in that very comic, Tim grapples with the idea of murdering Captain Boomerang, and *specifically chooses not to*, because he doesn't agree with murder, even against the person who has hurt him the most. if you'd like to write fanfiction where Tim is pro-murder and has done some sketch things, i'm totally on board and would probably like to read it. but there's no need to pretend it's canon from a few panels you saw out of context.
beyond that, i think it's not *entirely* correct to say that fanon is harmless. whenever i see very WFA-positive posts, they often default to the argument that WFA is fun and silly, and comic fans are killjoys for not liking it. which. i think is complicated because the issue is, WFA and fanon don't exist in a vacuum. if you like WFA power to you, i don't think it's the worst thing ever, but i do think it's degrading to these characters because honestly? they feel incompetent in the webtoon. it's one thing if WFA was solely a slice-of-life sort of deal, just having silly episodes where Bruce is taking on a PTA mom or they're all fighting for the last cookie. but when WFA attempts to take on more serious plots with these characters, it *fundamentally* falls flat in understanding them. i get it, Bruce comforting Jason having a panic attack because a noise reminded him of the crowbar felt cute in a microcosm, but i'm so serious when i say that storyline destroyed how like. half of this fandom understands Jason Todd's relationship to his trauma. it doesn't understand how he reacts when he's triggered, what coping mechanisms he seeks out, and how he would handle Bruce comforting him. even if i can believe for a brief moment Jason *would* be triggered by something like that, him running and trying to hide and then getting a hug from Bruce to make it okay is just. painful. WFA needs everything to be wrapped up in a nice, neat little bow. so even when it starts to tackle interesting concepts, it makes them fall flat with its need to be soft, low stakes, hurt/comfort. there was a two-parter episode that dealt with the complicated mutual hatred/jealousy between Tim and Damian that *almost* really interested me because for once, it felt like the webtoon wanted to explore canon messy dynamics. but of course, it had to be fixed with one conversation and a hug. you don't mend the *years* of issues these characters have like that. WFA isn't in character because these characters are hyperbole cartoonified versions of themselves to fit within the medium and be a cute happy family.
because that right there, is the crux of it. the Batfamily fanon seeks to simplify the Batfamily and force them into a nuclear family. there are so many fantastic posts on here discussing how the nuclear family-ification of the Batfam is eroding decades worth of complex histories so i won't go too far into that. but what i will say is that there's this need, in the Batfamily fandom, for the Batfamily to exist as a unit. they are a *family*. (honestly i think calling it the Batfamily is a misnomer and has been for years but we're in too deep now.) they exist to each other first, and any teams or friends they have come secondary to this family unit. you can *specifically* see this demonstrated in what headcanons are becoming popular these days. i have an entire lengthy meta in my drafts about how i *loathe* the "the Batfamily meets the Justice League" genre of fanfic because it makes no *sense*. in order to have this genre of fic exist, you must operate under the assumption that no one in the League, or adjacent to the League, knows the Batfamily exists and are thus utterly shocked to discover Batman has kids. and to make *that* work, you have to strip *every single Batfamily member* of such important dynamics and friendships so you can lock them all in Gotham for their whole lives. Dick can't have the Titans, Tim can't have Young Justice, Duke & Cass can't have the Outsiders, Jason can't have the Outlaws, Damian can't have the Supersons, Babs can't have the Birds of Prey, and so on. because if they had these relationships, they would be known to the League. the Batfamily fandom doesn't care about this, it's just "silly fanfiction", it's not trying to be serious. but how can you say you like Dick Grayson as a character if you don't understand the Titans *are* his family? at some points of his life, moreso than the Batfamily even is. it is constantly repeated to us in most comics with Dick how much the Titans mean to him. he *needs* them to be who he is. the same extends to every other Batfamily member, most of which have been full League members at this point. but in fanon, that doesn't matter. the Batfamily are a sequestered unit first, and all of those side relationships are secondary and easy to toss away, if it makes your fanfic work better.
and because they have to be a unit first, you have these forced relationships that dump years of actual canon material for the sake of making them get along. the Batfamily fandom has its favorites and well. it's no secret it's usually the boys. Jason and Tim by *far* stand out as fandom faves so, their dynamic is a heavily explored one. it does matter that in canon they don't tend to get along and especially don't see each other as family. what matters is that you can push dynamics onto them. and so fanon gets all twisted up about which Robin Tim actually idolized as a kid (Dick) and what member of the Batfamily is pro-murder but still an older sibling figure to him and looks out for him (Helena, or if you want the dynamic of once tried to harm Tim but they've reconciled, Jean-Paul) in favor of who's the most popular. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian are always going to be the standouts for popularity, but it's specifically Jason and Tim who are getting fanonized the most. and that's because really, we don't have much canon content of Tim that *isn't* the comics. for Dick you've got Young Justice (tv), for Damian you've got the DCAMU, for Jason you've sort of got the Under The Red Hood movie, but Tim sort of lingers in this limbo. (yes, he's in Young Justce (tv) and Titans (live action) but in neither is he the main character nor given much depth) so, he gets a *lot* projected onto him and has become fanonized. and even with Jason's animated movies, you don't see him interact with Tim, so people build it from the ground up how they want to see it, disregarding of canon comics. i think it's what makes him so popular in the first place- he's malleable into whatever you want or need him to be.
and of course, the fanon ignores other characters in the Batfamily it doesn't know about. i feel like you could create a tier list of Batfamily characters by their popularity, going from the fandom main characters: Tim, Jason, Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Damian. to the underrated: Steph, Duke, Babs, Cass. to the forgotten about unless they're convenient for a story: Kate, the Foxes, Helena Wayne, Carrie, Selina, Harper Row, Maps, Minhkhoa Khan. to the absolutely unknown: Helena Bertinelli, Jean-Paul Valley, Onyx Adams, the Clovers, Julia Pennyworth. it's not lost on me that the ignored characters tend to be women and people of color. which is both a canon and fanon problem, DC will continue adding interesting characters to the Batfamily, play with them for a few years, then drop them to default to the "Batboys" again. and it's a vicious cycle of the fandom only caring about the "Batboys", and thus people entering the fandom via fanon osmosis won't have content about the other characters, therefore, they won't be interested in those characters enough to create it, and it's just this ouroboros consuming itself, no matter how much canon content we have of these other characters. and it's ridiculous just how large the Batfamily is becoming because of this, which is why i'm a pre-Flashpoint fan, because then the Batfamily was contained enough to actually feel like a family with every character having nuances relationships with each other, but i digress because those thoughts could be their own post.
and the thing about fanon is it doesn't exist in a vacuum. DC has started turning the comics to accommodate for what fans are asking for, because fans will beg and beg for content they're not going to consume. Tim Drake: Robin had Tim as a coffee drinker because that's the fanon accepted headcanon. and the resolution of the recent Gotham War arc was for Bruce to buy this new manor for everyone to move in and call him. nevermind that most of these characters have their own homes and have zero reason to be moving in with Bruce. Tim had his marina in Tim Drake: Robin, Dick has Bludhaven, Cass and Steph have their little side of town in Batgirls (2022), and so on. these characters are being forced together as a unit, as one big happy family living together, to appease what non-comic fans want and it's damaging comic relationships. Robin: Knight Terrors saw Jason and Tim team up and working together, which i've seen varying opinions on but i personally despised. their interactions made zero sense for any of their canon history, but it appeases them being this close sibling relationship that fanon acts like they are. also the fears they faced in their respective knight terrors didn't make sense for either character and *only* worked as a moment of bringing them together so they could reassure each other and have this weird dreamscape bonding moment. the canon is bending itself to the will of fanon rather than building on the pre-existing complex relationships. Tim barely even gets along with his most important team in Dark Crisis: Young Justice because it seems the only important relationships the Batfamily can have is with each other. and when we do see them outside of the Batfamily, it only seems to be to relive the glory days like with World's Finest: Teen Titans, instead of developing them as they currently exist. this isn't recent in the comics, it feels like you can trace it back to the New-52, but it does feel a *lot* worse over the recent years. WFA is fine when it exists in its own bubble, but the simple truth is, DC content never exists on its own. the adaptations will reflect back onto the comics. (the damage the Young Justice cartoon has done to some characters should honestly be studied) and so it does frustrate me a bit when fanon-only or adaptation-only fans act like we're being nothing but killjoys for being frustrated with this. since they don't read the comics, they don't see how the comics are suffering as a result of this.
people argue about what's out of character for the comics they don't even read. i'm sorry, but "bad dad Bruce" is consistently canon. that man is just kind of shitty. when you take someone who has the drive he has, who has this need for the Mission first, who needs a teenager in spandex next to him to keep him off the ledge, that guy is sort of going to be a shitty father figure. he just is. not on purpose or with malice, but when you compare him to any other dad in a big DC family, he sure takes the cake. it's why characters like Oliver Queen tend to *really* fucking hate Bruce for how he treats his kids. Bruce loves fiercely, but he doesn't do well with putting that love first. and his love is a controlling one, he is very particular about controlling how others in the Batfamily are "allowed" to operate. it's what drives the wedge between him and Dick, it's why Steph is never a true daughter to him. (besides the reason of her needing to be a love interest to Tim first, anyway-) i've never understood the massive outcry of people reacting to Bruce kinda being shitty in comics they're not reading. there are some moments that get ridiculously OOC with how cartoonishly evil he is (the whole Gotham War arc and that... complicated mess with Jason) but largely if you want sitcom loving nuclear father Bruce, you have to accept that is a fanon thing, not a canon one. the Batfamily being a nuclear family in *general* is fanon. most of the "Batkids" don't actually see Bruce in a particularly fatherly light and begging for moments where he calls them his kids or they call him dad outside of incredibly specific circumstances is just OOC.
it's getting harder and harder to exist peacefully in this fandom it feels like, if you don't comply to the standard fanon has set. i'm happy people are having fun with their blorbos, even if in ways i dislike, but that "harmless fandom fun" does ripple it's way back to canon, eventually. so i end up pretty tangled with my feelings because are fans at fault for DC making these poor decisions? probably not, but it certainly feels like an unfortunate cause-and-effect situation whether at the end of the day, nobody is happy. and of course, i know some fanon-only fans are striving to be more canon accurate and care about canon dynamics more than others, but for them it's always going to be an uphill battle with the above-mentioned out-of-context panels thrown around and ever-pervasive fanon overtaking anything that's truly seeking to be canon compliant. so really, it sometimes feels like we're all losing.
#necrotic festerings#batfamily#batfamily meta#dc comics#fandom meta#fan studies#fanon vs canon#i deleted paragraphs of this to try to make it shorter. it failed btw.#anyway i got into comics when i was like 12 with the dark knight returns#and if i hadn't been into this medium for a decade i don't think i would be able to get into it as an adult so i get it#bc i'm trying to get into marvel comics and fuck ME am i confused as fuck.#do marvel comics have like. an equivalent to crisis events?#is the ultimates like their version of the new-52? i do NOT know#it's so hard and daunting so trust me i get it#if you never wanna pick up a comic god i respect you you're so right this is fucking miserable#i want to live and let live in fandom but *god* i'm struggling here#i used to bend to the will of fanon fun fact#i wrote my share of tim and jason fics playing into fanon tropes. god i hate them *now* but they did fucking numbers.#and i used to care more about getting attention in fandom than being accurate#i've matured now. it's why i write on anonymous so much to remind myself this should be for me.#anyway i could do a character study on every batfam member as fanon vs canon#ESPECIALLY tim and jason. i know so much about them trust me.#jason todd fans annoyed me so much i once sat and read almost every fucking jason comic. i didn't even like him.#but i tell you what i know that man and he will never leave my top five characters on league of comics.#this is so long. is anyone going to read all of this.#if you do you're a fucking trooper i'm saluting you.#this isn't even all of my thoughts i had to condense myself.#bc i also have thoughts about how this means some characters no longer get to exist outside of the batfam#because they only exist as a member of the unit#ergo we have very little current content of helena bertinelli or onyx adams or duke thomas
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good afternoon here's my big rant on my pet peeves for subtitles in movies and tv
This is a post that Iâve thought about making probably for years now but never got around to. I might add more later if I realize Iâve forgotten any
When it comes down to it, the purpose of subtitles is this: to reflect exactly what the audience can hear, precisely when it can be heard. If you fail to do this, your subtitles are bad and you should feel bad. Although I donât have concrete examples for most of these off the top of my head, I promise I have experienced them all firsthand at least once.
-> Watch for spelling and typos. Obviously.
-> Syncing issues.
This should go without saying, but the captions should be synced as closely as possible with dialogue and sound effects. Subtitles that are out of sync are worse to me than no subtitles at all. Theyâre unbearably distracting and I have to turn them off. Iâm fortunate enough that I can keep watching without them, so imagine how frustrating this is for someone who needs to keep them on no matter what.
-> Jumping the gun.
This is basically an example of out-of-sync subtitles that are slightly too fast, but it gets its own category because it ruins the viewing experience in its own unique way. In particularly dramatic scenes, actors will often draw out their lines or pause between phrases. Captions sometimes fail to reflect this by displaying the entire sentence all at once, allowing the audience to read what someone is about to say before they actually say it, which deflates all the dramatic tension of the scene.
-> Phantom captions.
This one is less self explanatory, but itâs kind of similar to syncing. Sometimes there will be significant intervals of time between lines of dialogue, especially after a scene ends and a new one begins. The interval may include music, sound effects, or complete silence, but what Iâm calling a âphantomâ is a caption that stays on the screen after that last line of dialogue is delivered until the next line is spoken. I donât remember what I was watching, but there was one that was glued to the screen for SEVERAL MINUTES over what was supposed to be an atmospheric break between scenes and it drove me nuts. In my experience this happens more often with older subtitling for DVDs and some old videos and less with modern streaming.Â
-> Straight up spoilers.
Sometimes, a character will speak whose true identity has not yet been revealed to the audience. If Iâm not supposed to know the characterâs name yet, donât just⊠tell me right there in the captions whenever they say something. Descriptors like âdisembodied voiceâ, âmanâ/âwomanâ, âmysterious figureâ, etc. will suffice.
-> Lack of musical descriptors.
It usually helps to describe the genre or emotion of the music thatâs playing rather than just writing [music] or đ”. That being said, if there is a song playing thatâs particularly well known in the mainstream, I think itâs useful to actually include the name of the song. This one I do have a concrete example for: in Arrested Development, Gob always blasts The Final Countdown during his acts. But the captions on my DVDs for the show always describe it as [stagy pop]. Like yeah I would say that song is some pretty stagy pop, but I think a lot of the humor comes from knowing that itâs specifically The Final Countdown by Europe because itâs such a perfectly corny selection that Gob would make.
Another musical failure is not transcribing pertinent lyrics. If the song is playing in the background, then thatâs understandable and it can be kind of distracting if thereâs dialog happening on top of it because the audience isnât actually meant to be paying close attention to the song. But if the song is front and center, like for a musical number or montage, then the lyrics can be pretty important. Last year when I watched Arcane on Netflix with my family (a recent, high budget production from the biggest streaming platform ever), the show had the nerve to write [man rapping] over a musical sequence. Imagine if all subtitles ever just said [person speaking] for the entire movie.
-> Affectations.
If a character starts using a silly voice or accent, or if the sound of their voice changes in any way, describe that. If the audience can hear the difference, the subtitles should reflect that difference. And they should reflect it informatively and accurately; for example, donât just say [mock accent], but specify [mock French accent].Â
-> Paraphrasing.
I donât even know why this is an issue, but itâs alarming how many times the subtitles just⊠straight up donât match what the characters are actually saying. Itâs like the transcriber was forced to write all the captions from memory, so they kinda sorta say the same thing, but the wording is different and some sentences or phrases are missing. When I brought this up with my mom she theorized that the transcriber was working off the script for the movie because hey, thatâs all the dialogue already written down, right? But it completely fails to account for revisions, improvisation, or actors delivering their lines even slightly different than how they were originally written.
And last but certainly not least, one of the biggest offenders in bad subtitlingâŠ
-> [Speaks foreign language]
If someone says something in another language, please, for the love of god, do not just write [speaks foreign language] Â and call it a day. Specifying the actual language is an improvement, but this descriptor only works if the audience members are truly not meant to know whatâs being said (which is sometimes the case). If a character is only saying a single word or phrase in another language, transcribe it. As in, write down the actual words that they said. If you donât speak that language, find someone who does. You are insane for transcribing a character saying âholaâ or âabuelaâ in an otherwise English sentence as [speaks Spanish] (real examples I saw respectively in Rango and JANE THE VIRGIN. THEREâS SO MUCH SPANISH IN THAT SHOW).Â
If the audience is supposed to know what someone is saying in another language, English subtitles will usually be hardcoded. DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, LET THE CAPTION SAYING [SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE] COVER THESE UP. This is actively impeding understanding, not helping it. Jesus christ
* Please keep in mind that Iâm not deaf or hard of hearing and I donât have auditory processing disorder; I almost always watch movies and tv with subtitles whenever the option is available because it helps me absorb information better. If I donât even strictly NEED subtitles and these are issues for me, I can only imagine how much more difficult it is for those who rely on them more heavily. I invite you to add your own perspective!!
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things i noticed/thoughts about most recent rewatches of dps (plus laserdisk deleted scenes):
whenever theres a group scene i've started watching the characters that the story isn't focusing on to see what they do and i've been having a fun time with that. pitts and cameron specifically seem to almost always be doing something interesting in the background.
hopkins!!!! my favorite minor character who somehow got character development despite having like 2 lines!!!! the last guy to stand on the desk but he did it!!!
sometimes i do like to think about what the rest of the students thought about the dead poets society, esp in alternate timeline neil lives dps keeps meeting universe. like yeah theres this guy in their class whose one of the most credited students in the school and we think he maybe started a cult. idk though. but that group runs out into the woods every few days to do god knows what and one of them keeps talking about "dead poets honor" whatever that means and holy shit welton star student neil perry started a cult.
i watched the movie with headphones. and maybe it's because ive seen this movie Far too many times and mabe i'm listening too hard but it was Really obvious sometimes when audio was added in post production. llke in the sweaty toothed madman scene when you can hear laughing and to be fair the camera is behind their heads. but it does Not look like anyone's laughing. my favorite is at the end of the phone call to chris scene where knox is like i'm gonna seize the day!! and runs up the stairs and the poets are cheering him on and neil is sort of yelling "carpe!!!!" and i could be wrong but i'm like 75% certain that the person singing is Also rsl so now neil is just speaking two times at once somehow. anyways it didn't ruin the experience for me or anything it was maybe just a little bit funny to notice but very sorry if this did ruin anyone's viewing.
people talk a lot about how rsl and ethan hawke really made their characters what they are but i have to add dylan kussman to that list. I get the impression that older versions of the movie didn't really give as much depth to cameron and watching dylan kussmans performance is like. he Knew who his character was so fucking well and it shows!! like the deleted scene of them getting clubs assigned. like i could tell So Much about cameron from that scene
for how little she actually appeared, there is an emphasis put on the fact that neil's mom smokes pretty frequently. and i think that's interesting considering neil is one of two poets shown actively smoking. neil's mom doesn't appear for very long in the movie but during that time it definitely seems like the movie is intentionally making parallels between the two, particularly in the last argument with neil's father. neil and his mother are both sitting for almost the whole time, which contrasts with his father who is standing. they are both almost powerless in this scene. they stand up at almost the same time. anyways there's a couple different possibilities for what this could mean? that i've though of? 1. to show that neil's mother is in a similar situation to the one neil is in in regards to neil's father and 2. maybe a stretch here but the theory that neil inherited his mental illness at least partially from his mother. i'm pretty sure 1 was fully intentional on the directors part, not entirely sure about 2 though
unmanned flying desket scene: it's probably cause he and ethan wrote the scene themselves but the way rsl talks in this scene feels more like the way he talks in general than the rest of the script. like briefly neil perry is talking in rsl's voice. one of my absolute favorite scenes though the sarcastic dialogue is so good.
the light of knowledge at the first shot of the film vs. todd standing on his desk at the last shot of the film paralel
#there was a whole additional part of this post that was about knox and charlies relationship with their parents#but it ended up being half of what i wrote here and i still had more to add so i'm making that a separate post#that should be posted in a few days i'm not a fast writer#neil perry#richard cameron#gerard pitts#todd anderson#dead poets society#dps#hopefully coherent
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doomed to repeat
prologue: original sin
This story happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. It is already over. Nothing can be done to change it. - Matthew Stover
notes: as mentioned before on my main blog @almondemise, I recently watched the acolyte while recovering from an infection and became rather obsessed with it. I fear this might be my roman empire. star wars had never really interested me but you can count on the fact that I watched every single of those movies after finishing the acolyte. although I haven't written fanfiction in years, I better put this english degree to work. no oshamir as I fear I can't do them justice. / banners are by @cafekitsune & gif by @goodsirs
summary: after Osha and Mae had banded together and betrayed Qimir in the forest of Khofar, he killed them. now, once again, he was alone. how good that he had already been working on another plan. on the other end of the galaxy, there was a girl born out of pure force. a weapon raised for one reason only: to kill him. but the force works in mysterious ways.
word count: 3.6k
pairing: qimir x female oc; the stranger x female oc
warnings: english is my second language, jedi evil arc, manipulation, psychological abuse, physical abuse, violence, martyrdom and other religious themes, probably inaccurate star wars lore & deviation from both plot and general worldbuilding, explicit content and other sensitive themes in following chapters
She had never chosen to be the Chosen one. Her destiny of martyrdom was forced onto her as retribution for her original sin: being born. All the suffering Amalthea endured throughout her life never could quite make up for it.
In fact, Amalthea had never made a decision, she was simply an amalgamation of all the choices made for her. She had no particular feelings about it. It was not like hate was a feeling that was allowed for her to feel anyway. There were dozens of rules for her to follow, a hundred things being forbidden to feel, a million things not allowed to experience, all for her safety.
If pride was allowed, Amalthea would have been proud of being good at following rules. It made her life easy, but it also made her lonely. Late at night, she lay awake, a blanket of unhappiness weighing her down, the viciousness of isolation gnawing on her bones so tangible that she bit her lips bloody. There was no one she could talk to. Amalthea was not allowed to speak to anyone unless spoken to. Emergencies excluded, of course. An easy rule to follow.
But at Anantore Point, only a couple of people were authorized to talk to her at all. Her days were spent in perpetual silence, thinking, listening. Often she went days without talking to anyone. It helped that people usually ignored her, acted like she was part of the furniture, her Cortosis ring and the veil helping to keep her hidden. Amalthea often imagined the others not being able to see her at all.
Until a year ago, no one bothered to correct her daydreams. It would have been worse if there were people who actually wanted to talk to her. A connection. Any connection. Amalthea vastly preferred being invisible. At least that is what she often told herself.
With time, not being able to talk to anyone made her into someone who was an excellent listener. And she was eager to listen. Going into most of the rooms of Building C and blending in to eavesdrop was easy.
"..heard that Team Three did not come back from their mission. Apparently they sent a message that they found him and then just vanished. They couldn't even track their ships!" "And they won't try to find them?"
Kiani and Odessa were low-stationed officers who mostly did administrative work but had a hang for gossip. Amalthea became acquainted with most of the events at the station thanks to them. Usually, it was just who slept with who, complaints about what food they served in the canteen, and other inconsequential things. But sometimes Odessa had interesting news thanks to Nyseth. Amalthea did not know exactly what his job was, but she did know that they tried desperately to hide their relationship.
Knowing so many secrets of the people living at the station did not make her feel bad. It was not like she could have told anyone. And with news like that she could not help listening in a bit more closely. Sinking into a plush brown chair close to them, she acted like she was reading one of the books she always carried around, but focused on their mouths. Conversations like these were often whispered and she was lucky that the veil hid her stare.Â
"No, I heard Yavin say that they will not send a recovery ship. It's too dangerous. He is probably on some other planet already, but all kinds of cultists will be searching for him. He says that having multiple ships in the same vicinity will end up with us losing more teams."
Odessa's voice was hushed and taut. When she named him, she almost stumbled over her own words, her fear transforming her dispatch into a jumbled and croaky mess. Amalthea heard Kiani gasp. There was a short silence after.
"I guess it will be time then soon," Kiani mumbled. Both she and Odessa started looking towards Amalthea. The insinuation made her sick to her stomach. She promptly lowered her gaze down to her gloved hands. Had the others seen her staring? Were they still looking themselves?
Trying to sink deeper into the chair, her shoulders slumped forward in an unnatural curve, her veil almost touching her knees. Now, standing up and going anywhere would have made it obvious that she listened in. So she agonized in the awkward silence, trying to make herself invisible again, the feeling of uneasiness leaving behind an uncomfortable prickle on her skin.
Suddenly, loud chatter outside the door interrupted them. The metal of the double doors crashed into the sandstone walls next to it and in came a whole barrage of people back from their missions and other work, ready to storm into the canteen to fill their grumbling stomachs.Â
By now, Amalthea knew all of them. At Anantore Point there were less than fifty people employed and even less than that were allowed to enter the buildings on a permanent basis. The less people knew she existed, the better.
The loudest group of all were Brom, Qimir, and Kona. Qimir was today's good news. During a mission over the last couple of days, his ship suffered sudden engine failure while in hyperdrive, and while going back into realspace he got unlucky and landed in an asteroid field where he got cut off from the rest of the group. Just this morning he was able to find them again, his ship completely beaten up, but his mission completed.
Amalthea did not know what to think of him. He was unprofessional, goofy, carefree, and not the smartest. But he knew his way around ships and various planets better than more experienced explorers at Anantore Point and he had come here on personal recommendation by Senator Fasmum. Most importantly, he was her anchor point when the time came.
Qimir's job was being responsible for getting her safely to him so she could do her job. Perhaps the last person she would ever see. Still, he was the reason she had to wear the Cortosis ring. At least that is what Amalthea guessed. Until Qimir showed up a year ago she never had to wear one. But like her, he was Force-sensitive, although he never studied it. They tested him and he could barely even light a lamp. Master Xylter said that the Force was wasted on someone like him. But Qimir could still observe it.Â
And that was the problem. Although Amalthea could not see it, she exuded massive amounts of the Force and that was distracting for every Force-sensitive person who came close to her. Close in this case was relative. Depending on how sensitive someone was to the Force, they could feel her from hundreds or thousands of miles away, even if they were strangers.
She wondered what it looked like, but no one had ever bothered to tell her. And Amalthea did not dare to ask. Master Xylter had said that it was because more important guests would visit after the recent happenings, but it was obvious that Qimir could not concentrate on his job with her around in this state. Amalthea did not mind the Cortosis ring. Sure, it was heavy, but having it rest on her collarbones was strangely comforting sometimes.
However, not even the ring could make Qimir stop looking at her. She felt the weight of his stare bearing down on her without mercy. And she just didn't understand why. Most of the people at Anantore Point didn't even give her a single glance, never mind a second one. Meanwhile, it was like he could not rip his eyes away from her.
Sometimes, when she sensed him, she looked back and it was like he could stare straight through the veil into her eyes, making the hairs on her neck stand up. At least, he was good at concealing it in front of others. Amalthea was not ready to be lectured on being too noticeable.Â
So, like many days in the last year, she decided to eat her dinner in her room. Nobody looked at her when she got up and made her way to the door. Except Qimir. His gaze was glued to her. When she walked past him to exit, she could have sworn that their eyes met. Knuckles white and straining, she clutched the front of her robe in her hands and got out of Building C as fast as she could, stumbling over elevator entrances, stairs, and her own boots.
Could he see underneath her veil? That was impossible unless you were a Jedi and had enough control of the Force. And there were only five Jedi living at Anantore Point: Grandmaster Torinn, Master Xylter, Yavin, Ecla, and Amalthea. Shuddering, she tried to physically shake off the feeling, her dense robe rustling in the desert winds outside. The way from Building C to Building A was, as usual, completely empty. Out of all of the people living here, only four had access to Building A, Amalthea being one of them. Only Ecla was standing in front of the entrance ready for her night shift and nodded at her. "Meditation?"
She simply nodded back and made her way to her room. As her guard, Ecla was allowed to talk to her. When she first came to Anantore Point six years ago, Amalthea was really excited but soon understood. Ecla was here to do her job, not make friends. She would later quietly enter her room to put down dinner and then leave as quickly as she came. The same routine as most days. Only after closing the door behind her, she realized that her books still laid in the employee room.
Although Amalthea was bored a lot, she was grateful. The Conclave of Light had saved her life when she was a baby, housed, fed, and trained her. In exchange, she did what she was born to do and it was an honor. There might have been many rules, but they were all there to keep her safe from Rebels, Wildlings, and, in the worst case, the Sith.
Most people believed them to be extinct, but you could never be too sure. And suspicious events over the last years had proven the caution of the Jedi right. Soon it would be time for Amalthea to go. A nameless Sith had been slaughtering people. Jedi searched for him and ended up dead too. He was not a dark user with many followers, but he was amassing amounts of Force that made it clear that he was a danger. Not just to the Jedi, but to the Republic at large.
Just a month ago he had executed multiple Jedi and civilians on Khofar, then vanished without a trace. It was Amalthea's responsibility to stop him. A final fight. It was all Amalthea had been working towards. The climax of her entire life. Her purpose. Her dream? She had never asked herself that. She would rather not. The choice had been made for her, the Chosen One. Her immaculate conception would either end in immaculate victory or immaculate death. Before her thoughts could get any louder, Amalthea assumed her meditation pose, closed her eyes, and concentrated.
Amalthea did not know how much time had passed since she started meditating when she heard Ecla enter her room. She often lost herself in her concentration, not knowing when and where she was when she awakened, saturated with Force and strengthened with knowledge. Ecla did not put her dinner plate down or leave the room. When Amalthea turned towards her, Ecla did not even hold a plate.
"Master Xylter requires you in the main office in Building B."
Immediately she knew what this would be about. Actually, Amalthea had already expected to be called in soon. It was time. The feeling of finality grabbed her by the throat and squeezed. But there was no time to acclimatize. She put her gloves back on and followed Ecla outside, struggling and breathless.
Amalthea could have found the way to the main office herself, but it was night, and Anantore Point, being the only cluster of buildings in this desert and desolation, stood out. Not having others around made it safer, but the lights flickering could be seen far away. So as soon as the sun tinged the sky with hues of pink and orange, Amalthea was not allowed to walk outside alone. She moved gingerly behind Ecla, almost hiding behind the broad shoulders of the experienced Jedi warrior, becoming invisible in between her massive strides.
Often, Amalthea pictured Ecla before Anantore Point in her head. She knew nothing but her name. Nevertheless, she trusted her. And, while she could not tell anyone, she admired her. She knew that Ecla would always keep her safe. Amalthea had personally seen her finish off intruders before. Secretly, she wished Ecla would come with her on her mission. She knew she was sinning heavily with that wish. Personal affections were forbidden. Any outside help during her mission was forbidden. But no one would ever know what she thought. No one ever asked.Â
Master Xylter was not the only one waiting in the main office. Amalthea had a look at the others. Grandmaster Torinn. Yavin. Qimir. So it was as she expected. Master Xylter cleared his throat and she quickly got down on her knees and looked to the ground. "Greetings Master." Amalthea could hear Qimir swallow loudly. When she got up and glanced at him, he was glaring at her. Was he angry that she didn't greet him? But there was no time to contemplate.
"You know why you are here. Your mission is in three days. Say yes if you understand." Master Xylter had never been patient. "Yes, Master."
Amalthea pondered for a moment. It was now or never. "I don't know if I am ready for the mission yet. I still have not been knigh-,", she began.
Master Xylter reacted fast. "Insolent!" His voice was so loud that even Ecla flinched. Immediately, Amalthea fell to her hands and knees, her veil brushing the dirty ground. Not a second later, Master Xylter's boot secured it there. Desperate, Amalthea pleaded for forgiveness. She should not have acted so rashly and the humiliation of her audacity stung worse than a cut.
"How dare you question the decisions of the Conclave! I must have spoiled you too much. You have not been knighted because you're simply not worthy. I do not care if you do not think you are ready, you are ready when I say you are. You will do your duty and you will do it gladly," Master Xylter exclaimed.Â
"Stand up." Slowly, Amalthea got back on her feet, her posture demure, her arms hanging aimlessly at her sides. They were dirty and bruised, but it was too mortifying to openly try to brush them clean on her already ruined clothes. She decided to get this done quickly.
"I have been ill-mannered, Master. I deserve punishment."
When she was younger, Amalthea cried every time this happened. But she quickly learned it would just incense Master Xylter more. By now, she had more control over herself. Calmly, she lifted her dirty veil, her face as tranquil as an undisturbed lake at dusk. When her Master struck, not a single soul in the room dared to move.
But the corner of her sight showed something interesting. Qimir's hands, tightly curled into fists. Did he want to hit her as well? He was an explorer, after all, a job that sought people with a hang for violence.
"Thank you, Master. I will do better," Amalthea said softly. As she put her veil back down her unobstructed gaze fell back upon Qimir. His eyes seemed to bore themselves into her, his dark blown-out pupils reeling her in like the gravity of black holes. It was the first time their eyes met directly. The moment was gone as quickly as a shooting star and Qimir straightened his gaze towards the empty space in front of him, his jaw unclenching and his back loosening.Â
Yavin spoke up. "You will leave Anantore Point at dusk together with Qimir. He will take you to the designated place, deploy your pod, and wait for you to finish your mission. You will kill him. You will wait for further instruction," he stated slowly and clearly.
Yavin had been the commander of the explorers ever since Amalthea could remember and he was good at his job. He was deviant and did not want to be found. Commander Yavin did so anyways. He prided himself in his work, but he had gotten older as well and Amalthea could hear in his voice that he was glad that he could soon retire. It all came back to how successful Amalthea would be. Grandmaster Torinn laid a calming hand on Amalthea's veiled hair.
"Remember, Padawan. No weapons. Your Force will provide. Do not doubt the Conclave. As a last resort, please make use of this."
His old croaky voice was barely above a whisper, and still, everyone listened with reverence. Grandmaster Torinn had trained Jedi for decades, was highly respected, and had been specifically chosen to instruct Amalthea in the Force. He dropped a small green crystal in Amalthea's open hands.
"This is an Artusian crystal. It will strengthen your Force when you need it."
Next to him, Master Xylter grew impatient. "You will finish this mission. You will be successful. You will be allowed to talk to Qimir during the mission. Flight emergency situations only. Now go back to your room. Do not expect rations for the next twenty-four hours. Dismissed," he bellowed.
Amalthea clutched the crystal in her hand and felt the sharp edges press into her skin as she wordlessly left the room, bowing slightly. Of course, she didn't expect to get fed any time soon. Denial of food was Master Xylter's favorite punishment.
The three days were over faster than Amalthea anticipated. Ecla came into her room to wake her, but Amalthea had not been able to sleep and was already meditating, her new clothes equipped and her bag next to her. It was her first time to leave the building complex ever since arriving here over twenty years ago and the airfield fascinated her. There were thousands of little lights blinking like stars on the ground, dozens of ships awaiting to soar into the gradually lightening morning sky.
Amalthea felt electrified by what expected her, her stomach churning, her body slack and glossed over with cold sweat as she dragged herself behind Ecla towards a small exploration ship. Qimir was already waiting for her, greeting her shyly. Once again, his eyes wandered all over her body, fixing themselves on her face. Today was the second time he saw her without her veil.
She would not need it anymore from today on. There was nothing that could keep her safe now. So she lost her protective layers shielding her slender, bony figure and her dark curls. Qimir watched them billow in the artificial wind of the ship's engine, seemingly unsure of what to say. After some deliberation, he asked the worst question possible.
"Are you ready?" Ridiculous. Did it matter? Had Amalthea been anyone else, she would have probably laughed. Alas, she had not laughed in years. So she responded in the only way she knew and silently climbed into the ship that would deliver her into the hands of her destiny.
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Only You (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)
Pairing: Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Ted have a moment in a closet at Roy and Keeleyâs wedding.
Warnings: feelings, handjob/oral sex (m receiving), sassy (she is a warning of her own)
Word Count: 3.2k
a/n: iâm back! iâve missed being active on here and writing, so iâm really excited to get this one posted. my requests are OPEN, so send things in! let me know what you want to see and iâll either write it into a fic or do some headcanons or we can just talk!
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It was a warm, sunny Saturday. The perfect day for Roy and Keeleyâs wedding. You spent all morning helping Keeley get ready, and by the time she walked down the aisle she was buzzing with excitement. The morning had gone by in a blur, and it wasnât until right before the ceremony you were able to check your phone.
Ted: Everything going okay?
Y/N: Yeah! Weâre almost ready. See you in a few ;)
You and Tedâs friendship had slowly become flirty and more physical over the past few months. Nothing too extreme, but he now greeted you with a smile and a hug in the mornings. When he walked you home after your nights at the pub with him and Beard, a soft kiss on the cheek came after his goodbyes. Your favorite part, though, were the kisses that you now shared during your weekly post-match movie nights.
What started out as a soft peck had now become the occasional make-out session. Other than Sassy, you knew Tedâs sexual experience had been somewhat limited. With that in mind, and his most recent drama with his ex wife, you didnât want to push him too far too soon. After being his best friend for so long, youâd started developing feelings for him. What you imagined would be the best hookup of your life, wasnât worth sabotaging your chance of being with him.
You let out a content sigh as you breathed in Tedâs scent. He smelled like laundry detergent, and you could smell the light notes of his cologne from where your face was pressed to his shoulder. Heâd chosen a rom-com for this week's post-match movie night.
The couple on scene held each other in a dramatic embrace before partaking in an even more dramatic kiss. Rom-coms werenât your fortĂ©, but you loved hearing Ted ramble about them. Tedâs arm tightened around you while he watched as if he were scared you were going to get up and leave. You slowly lifted an arm from its place tucked between you to drape over his stomach. Ted relaxed even more under your touch as you lightly grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, just reminding him you were there.
As the ending unfolded you didnât pay much attention, until you heard Ted speaking your name.
âY/N?â
You tilted your head to look at him, not wanting to move from where you were now halfway in his lap. His face was so close to yours that you could smell the wine on his breath from dinner.
You heard him speak, âDo you want to watch another one? If not I can go-â
âNo! None of that, itâs late and youâre buzzed.. You can stay here tonight. You know I donât mind..â, your eyes were glued to his as he trailed off.
Instead of a response you just got a soft hum. Not that it mattered, you were too busy taking in his features anyway. Your eyes traced from his freckles, to his perfectly pointed nose, and when you reached his lips itâs like a switch flipped in his mind. The hand resting on your shoulder came up to stroke your hair, as it often did, but after a few seconds it moved around to cup your cheek.
You heard him gulp before stuttering, âCan I.. kiss you?â. His eyes slowly searched yours as you responded, âPlease.â
Your eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips to yours. After a few seconds you both pulled away, hearts racing, and went right back in without missing a beat. As you kissed he held you tight, arms holding onto you in such a gentle Ted-like manner. When he pulled away, your breathing had picked up and your cheeks were flushed, and you could only giggle as you pushed your face back into Tedâs shoulder.
That became a weekly thing. When one of you had a particularly stressful week, when something good happened, when something bad happened. At movie nights and outside the Crown & Anchor after Beard went home. In your office at the club long after everyone had gone home.
Neither of you talked about it. Ted was worried you just wanted to hookup, like Sassy. For you, his feelings were legitimate and the idea of being shot down actually hurt. You were worried he didnât feel the same, or maybe had legitimate feelings for her. After all, you did hear about his failed attempt at asking her out a few months back. Luckily she hadnât come around since, and you were hoping it would stay that way.
You and Ted told each other just about everything, and you knew if heâd seen her since, heâd tell you. Deep down, you just hoped the next time she dropped in, she wouldnât spend the night with Ted.
Your fears were put up to bat as you lined up at the altar. There she was, sitting towards the back by herself. Surprisingly, Keeley didnât ask her to be part of the bridal party. Since Roy only asked Ted and Beard to be his groomsmen, she felt she should keep it small as well. The smirk Sassy wore made you feel uneasy. As if you knew what her end goal was.
Across the altar, your eyes moved to where Ted stood, and to your surprise he was already staring at you. His cheeks flushed when you caught him, but his smile matched yours.
After the ceremony everyone headed to the reception. It was glamorous, perfect for Keeley. Once everyone gave their speeches you snuck away to the bar. The feeling of a warm hand against your back made you jump.
âHi angelâ, you knew that voice anywhere.
You spun around to see Ted there, hair neatly combed, mustache freshly trimmed. He mustâve noticed your admiration when his cheeks blushed once again.
âHi, Ted. Dance floor get too busy for you?â, he chuckled at your response.
âRight on, LeBron. You know me, just busting out the dance moves.â, his statement made you both chuckle.
The bartender brought your drink as Ted moved closer to you to get out of the waiterâs way. He didnât move from where he was pressed to half of your back, though. Instead, he brought a hand up to rest on your hip. As you sipped your drink, his thumb softly stroked where your dress showed your warm skin.
He leaned in to whisper in your ear, âSo whatâdya say we-â
âTed!!â, Sassyâs voice was loud as she approached your other side. Tedâs hand didnât move, if anything he actually held you tighter, which had you smirking into your drink.
âWell, Hi, Sassy.â
âI was wondering if youâd like a guest in your hotel room tonight? You know, like-â
Ted politely cut her off, âIâll pass, Sassy. But I hope you have a fun night!â
âWhat?â, she sounded shocked at his opposition.
âNo, thank you, Sassy.â, by now youâd ordered another drink as you sat in the middle of a now-awkward conversation.
âBut I thought we had a thing going on? Is that not what we do?â, she sounded almost offended.
âWe used to, but itâs not the same anymore-â Tedâs hand lightly squeezed at your hip as he spoke. âI donât think we need to continue all that, Sassy. But I wish you the best! Thereâs lots of guys here that would love to-â, although he stayed polite her expression was one of annoyance and possibly disbelief.
âYou know what? Thatâs fine, Ted-â she glanced at you as she cut him a clearly fake smile, âYou two have a good night.â
You and Ted stayed silent as she walked away, and both let out a sigh of relief the second she was gone.
Ted let out a whistle, âWell that was-â
âYeahâ, you chuckled with him.
âDidnât want a night with Sassy Smurf?â, you tried acting nonchalant but you were eager to hear what he had to say.
Ted glanced down to where his hand was still holding you before responding, âYou know, uh- I donât- Iâm not really interested in that anymore.â
âNo?â
âSomethinâ else Iâd rather do with my nightâ, his smile was bright as you began to grin.
âOh? And whatâs that?â, you teased.
His eyes darted around the room before he leaned in, his breath hot on your ear, âLemme show you, darlinââ.
You looked up to meet his mischievous eyes as you bit your lip in excitement.
No words were spoken as Ted led you out of the ballroom and through a hallway, into a small empty office. No words were needed, though. Youâd follow Ted wherever.
Your eyes traveled over his figure and how well it filled out his suit while he shut the door, locked it, and pulled the blinds over the small window.
His hands were characteristically stuffed into his pockets as he looked at you with the same admiration.
âYâlook beautiful, y/n.â, you could tell he meant every bit of the word.
âThank you. So do you.â
âGood for Roy and Keeley, huh?â
âOh, yeah. Itâs been a long time coming.â, you softly mused.
Ted only stared at you as you waited for him to respond.
âWhat was this for, Ted? Are you feeling okay?â
Ted let out a soft chuckle as he came closer to where you stood against the wall.
âOh, me? Iâm fine as frogâs hair, just needed a minute alone with you.â, his arms opened as he met your figure and you went into them without hesitation. They were strong and intentional in the way they held you to him. He pulled away slightly, but didnât dare let go of you.
Before you could say another word, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Both of his hands gently cupped your cheeks and his thumbs softly stroked the skin there.
There was no rush as your lips softly met, parted, and met again. It was slow and deliberate. Every move was calculated. When you breathed in, you could smell so much of him, you thought youâd get a high from it. Your hands grasped the sides of his tuxedo, holding him close. One of your hands moved up to softly stroke the side of his face, and your insides burst into flames at the way it made him sigh into your kiss.
Ted slid a hand to your hip and used the leverage to inch you backwards against the wall. You slid your hands under the coat of his tuxedo rubbing softly at his back and holding him to you. Tedâs lips, more wet now, pressed against the corner of yours as he whispered, âSâthis alright?â.
âMhmâ, you hummed in agreement as his lips traveled across your jaw. The hairs of his mustache tickled, but all you could focus on was the warm, wet kisses he began pressing to your skin. It was your turn to let out a sigh as he made his way down your neck and to your collarbones before pausing at your ear.
Sure, youâd kissed before. Youâd even had a couple makeout sessions, but it never went this far. This was new, and it had the hot feeling of desire pooling deep inside you.
âOnly want you, yâknow that?â
If the new sensation of him kissing your neck werenât enough, the admission of his feelings almost sent you into shock.
Your mouth fell open as he continued to nip and lick at your pulse point.
When you didnât respond, he stopped and pulled away to meet your eyes.
âY/n? You okay?â
âY-yeah I just⊠Feels good, Teddy..â
You could see him grow more confident from your words. You could feel him grow more needy against your hipbone.
âCan I- should we keep going? We can always-â, you stopped his words by pulling him back in. This time when your lips met his, your tongue darted out to tease the sensitive skin of his lips. You could feel his breath hitch as his head tilted to the side in an effort to return the gesture. The way he held your face felt so protective, like he needed you to know he only wanted you.
You grew hot as you both moved faster, and Ted let out the first moan as you reached a hand around to his lower back and used to pull his hips closer to you. It was unmistakable, how turned on Ted was from the way his bulge was firm against your hip. You pulled his face down to where your lips could ghost across his jaw and over to his ear.
âCan I touch you, love?â
A breathy whimper left Tedâs mouth.
âO-of course, only if you want t- oh..â, his words trailed off into a low moan as you softly cupped his bulge through his dress pants. Ted groaned in your ear, only encouraging you even more. Your fingers lightly stroked his cock and he moved to put a hand against the wall before bringing you in for another deep kiss. His tongue immediately began to search for yours, as if it were some holy grail.
The kiss was sloppy. It was wet, messy, driven by built up tension. You traced the zipper of his pants and toyed with the button, silently asking for permission to continue.
âY/n.. please, hun. Shit..â
The fabric holding the button to the pants seemed as if it were about to pop off as you undid it. Tedâs cock was hot and heavy tucked into his briefs, and for a split second he stopped kissing you to let his head fall onto your shoulder. His lips lazily skirted across your collarbone before biting hard, causing you to give his cock a squeeze. The moan he let out in response was filthy, needy, almost desperate.
âMore, Ted?â
âShit- yes, honey, yes.â
Tedâs eyelashes mimicked butterflies as they fluttered closed. His head fell backwards once you took him into your hand. There were a million ideas of what you could do with him going through your head, but you knew soon enough someone would come looking for you. You needed to know youâd have the chance for more.
âTed, wait-â
He immediately stiffened and began moving away from you, âAre you okay? Are you hurt?â
You softly chuckled at his concern, âNo, no.. I just- I donât want this to be it.. I just want to make sure weâre on the same page because if not then I think we should stop..â
âWhat page are you on?â
âI donât want this to be a one time thing, but I donât want you to think itâs without feelings either. I have feelings feelings for you.. and-â
Ted cut you off with a gentle kiss, âI hear ya, darlinâ. Iâm there too. Shoot, we can stop here if you want.â
You flashed him a wicked smile as you squeezed him once more and hummed at the soft groan he let out.
âJust wanted to make sure Iâd have the chance to do this again, love.â
âYou can do this all you- all you want, sweetheart.. mmmâ
Youâd pulled his cock out from where it was trapped beneath his boxers. Looking down between the two of you, your mouth was practically watering at the sight of it.
Thick, heavy, tall. A pink angry tip, neatly trimmed hair at the base. Practically begging for the slightest touch from you. It seemed so fitting for the man who was currently melting under your touch.
Leaning your head down, you let a drop of spit fall where your hand was stroking him. The sounds it made were crude, but only turned both of you on more. Ted shoved his face into your shoulder as his moans poured from his lips, but the more you touched him, the louder he grew.
âTed,â You tilted his head up towards yours, âGotta be quiet, baby. Donât want anyone hearing you.. Just me.â
Ted let out a needy whimper against your lips, âOnly you, only you- mmâ
His words were muffled by your lips as you pulled him in for another kiss. Ted kissed you like it was his sole purpose in life. Hands holding you as close as he could, tongue swirling against yours, hips rocking softly into your hand. Your hand pumped his cock at a steady pace, you were desperate to watch him fall apart for you.
âOh, mâclose- fuckâ, he groaned as your hand tightened around him before you pushed him away slightly.
Still stroking him, you sank to your knees.
âBaby you donât have to..â
His words were breathy, and you could tell he was about to finish. Without a second thought, you placed your swollen lips on the top of his cock while your hand stroked the rest of him.
Almost immediately, hot spurts of his cum hit your tongue. You eased the rest of what you could fit into your mouth as Ted rode out his orgasm. Throaty groans left his mouth as his cock pushed deeper into your throat, and his hands had found a home on your head. You let out a moan of your own after swallowing his release, youâd spent many nights imagining having his cock in your mouth. The real experience was better than you imagined.
As Ted came down from his orgasm, you gently pulled your mouth off him. By the reaction he had from the handjob, you werenât entirely sure he wouldnât fall to the floor from a little overstimulation. Not that you wouldnât want to go there later, but not at your best friendâs wedding.
The sound of the doorknob jiggling broke through the muffled conversations outside, and your heart almost fell out of your chest. You scrambled to stand up while Ted attempted to fix his pants.
âThatâs not the bathroom!â, you heard from outside the door. Tedâs blown pupils met yours as you both sighed in relief.
No words were spoken as you both calmed your breathing. Tedâs hand slowly raised to move towards your face, âOh, youâve got a little uh..â his words trailed off as he swiped a stray drop of cum from your cheek.
You took his thumb in his mouth before he could do anything else with it, and the groan he let out had you wanting to pull him to the floor right now, wedding be damned.
âDarlinâ..â, Ted exhaled.
âHm?â
âDid you mean that?â
âMean what?â, your eyebrows furrowed as his eyes looked around the room anxiously.
âThe part about the uh- the feelings nâall thatâ, he sounded like he expected you to shoot him down. His shoulders visibly relaxed at the sound of your breathy chuckle.
âOf course, Ted. Meant every bit of it.â, he flashed you a nervous smile as you brought him in for a kiss.
This time when his lips met yours, he held you in a gentle embrace. When he pulled away his fingers smoothed your hair back into place as best as he could.
âMâglad. Been hoping youâd say that for a while.â
âIt was hard finding the words, and then with all youâve had going on.. Iâd rather be here as your best friend who loves you than ruin our relationship because I went too far too fast. One question though..â, you spoke as you slowly moved towards the door. Ted followed you and nodded for you to continue.
âYou meant it when you told Sassy no more?â, you cocked a flirty eyebrow at him, but he knew your words werenât just flirty banter.
âBeen meaninâ to do it sooner, actually.â
His words brought a hopeful grin to your face as you both snuck your way back into the wedding.
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Just the Two of Us
(Spencer Reid x GN Reader)
part 1:
category: fluff oneshot
summary: reader and spencer hang out together after a month since reader was held at gunpoint, and a confession occurs
warnings: brief mentions of past traumatic experiences
word count: 0.9k
A/N: sorry for disappearing for a long time LOL, I just recently started school again and Iâve lost all motivation to write and I have no inspiration so PLEASEE IF YOU SEE THIS PLEASE LEAVE SUGGESTIONS IN MY ASK BOX IM BEGGING YOU
âI canât believe youâve never watched Sound of Music beforeâ you laugh softly, cuddling up to your best friend as you turn on the tv.
You had invited Spencer over for a movie night, it had been a month or two since the whole incident at the warehouse. You had been required to attend weekly therapy for a while ever since then, and you had just recently been cleared to return to the BAU. Spencer was there for every step of your healing, being the shoulder you could cry on when things got tough.
âItâs just not historically accurate! The Von Trappâs never escaped over a mountain, and there were ten children, not sevenâ Spencer starts to rant, his hands gesturing as he speaks.
You smile at him as he spews facts about the inaccuracies, just admiring the way he explains things and how he looks when he goes on and on.
âAnd Baron Von Trapp wasnât as disciplinary as he was portrayed in the film!â Spencer finishes, smiling softly.
âMhmâ you say, your eyes practically making goo goo eyes at him.
He catches your gaze and he blushes, swiftly looking away again.
âUm⊠we could still watch it if you want?â he says quietly, rubbing his neck.
âIâm goodâ you reply, smiling widely.
âNo! I really want to watch it with youâ he exclaims, holding your hands together with his.
âLetâs do it then!â you smile, getting up to go through your dvd cabinet.
You locate the disc, giving it a quick wipe down before sticking it in the player. You climb back on the couch, wrapping a blanket around you both.
âWe should make popcornâ you add, snuggling against his body, your chin resting on his shoulder.
You can feel his body shake slightly, his face heating up as you do this.
âIâll- Iâll go make some!â he squeaks, springing up and rushing to the kitchen.
You awkwardly readjust on the couch, wondering if you accidentally weirded him out. Spencer doesnât know this, but for as long as youâve known him, youâve had an underlying crush on him. But you knew dating an FBI agent as an FBI agent wasnât a good idea, so you backed off.
You smell butter and popcorn emanating from the kitchen, filling the air. You hear rustling in your cabinets, Spencer presumably trying to find a bowl. The faint sound of the ad rolls from the dvd playing in the background.
After a moment, he comes back out with popcorn, buttered and salted to perfection. He hands it to you before sitting down beside you, just in time for the beginning of the movie.
âThank you, boy geniusâ you ruffle his hair, smiling.
He smiles back, dipping his hands into the popcorn bowl on your lap.
You rest your head on his shoulder as you watch the opening scenes, the familiar melody
prompting you to sing along. Spencer watches as you sing, his eyes watching you. You donât notice his gaze, your eyes too focused on the tv to care.
You look at him finally, your eyes widening and your face reddening as you see him.
âSorryâ you laugh awkwardly, pushing some strands of your hair back.
âI like your singingâ he confesses, his face also as red as yours.
âThanks Spenceâ you smile cheekily.
You guys cuddle together once again, wrapping your blanket around him. You belt out the songs as they play, acting out scenes as well. You chew the popcorn, throwing them up and catching them in your mouth.
âHey Spence, how many do you think I can catch in a row?â you ask, holding kernels in your hand.
âHm, 4?â he says, watching you.
You throw the kernels up one by one.
1âŠ
2âŠ
3âŠ
4âŠ
andâŠ
5âŠ!
âYes!â you squeal, clapping your hands excitedly.
Spencer smiles at your pure joy, giving you a small chuckle.
You turn your attention back to the television, letting yourself absorb yourself in it. You sing happily, putting your legs in his lap as you lean against the sofaâs armrest. His hand rests on your shin, his thumb rubbing circles into it.
âMmâ you sigh happily, smiling softly at the tv.
âIs this alright?â he asks, making sure heâs not making you uncomfortable.
âYeahâ you whisper, your hand reaching for his, trying to place itself on top.
You both stare at eachother for a moment, reveling in the feeling. Your eyes move from his eyes from his lips, lingering on them.
You can see Spencer slowly lean towards you, his head tilting slightly. His lips connect with your cheek, giving you a long and sweet kiss. Your face heats up at the touch, your hands touching his face.
âI like you, Spenceâ you rub his face with your thumbs.
âI like you too..â he replies softly, his words causing you to lean in.
Your lips press against his, starting out soft as you move closer to him. Your hands grip onto his locks, pulling on them gently.
He cups your face with his hands, practically devouring your lips with his.
âLiked you for so longâ he mumbles against his lips, squishing your face as he kisses you.
âSameâ you mumble back, your words strained from the pressure on your squished lips.
You crawl into his lap, wrapping your legs around his hips. He holds your waist with his hands, slowly laying you back against the couch as he hovers over you.
You both pull away from each other's lips, smiling dorkishly at the events that happened. You brush his hair back behind his ears as it hangs over you, admiring his gorgeous face.
âLove youâ.
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The First Shot (éȘèż·ćź«) Ep 1-10 rough commentary
So @rageprufrock 's promotion of First Shot totally worked on me and I binged 10 eps.
The Zhang Yimou-produced Anti-drug brain/brawn Notherner/Southerner BL-ish drama is BL-ing, guys đ
Johnny Huang Jingyu who was one of the leads in the cancelled BL Addicted, who has been doing dozens of cop shows recently as if to prove something, and now he's a cop again *and* in a M/M pairing again đ€Ł Genius, Mr. Johnny
The sparks were there from the first second they appeared together on the screen, I was grinning the entire time. It's just... the vibes are exactly right!
Both of them are mature, experienced actors by now (the other one is the ML from The Imperial Coroner) and both of them know the *exactly* right way to play against each other's energy. It's so effortless and magnificent.
You don't always feel such easy chemistry between an actor-actor pairing, I can count with one hand the people who were capable of that (the strongest and most natural of such that I rem are Bai Yu/Z1L from Guardian). They understand that to be queerplatonic you don't have to anything too extra, just show your genuine emotions towards your partner, keep your personal space open for the other and boom, magic.
They have that here too.
Hehe that "Oh wow he can eat, I'm in love" face đ€
THIS IS SO GOOD
ALSO ALSO ALSO
A suspect got hots for the Cop ML and invited him over for dinner in a way Cop ML couldn't reject. When Cop ML returned to office to get the key he saw Nerd ML hasn't gone home yet and is burning midnight oil.
Nerd ML:
He's like Welcome Home Cheater lol
And speaking of the other side pairing, WHAT is going on with these two heh
And I really like this 2ML is also a very nicely done ambiguous grey role, played by the amazing Zhang Yu who works mostly in indie movies, he's putting on amazing unassuming and innocent persona one second and puts on a ruthless and unreadable demeanor one second. Just amazing. They did a great casting job for this drama, everyone NAILS what they are doing, gotta be the best ensemble this year.
Yeah save your boyfriend from your sister HAHAHA
And then the sister be salty and says this line and camera cuts to them I can't đ
Yes, everybody involved in this project TOTALLY knows what they are doing.
And ALL of that happened within the first 10 eps!
It's just not chemistry and acting that makes this show worth watching, it's a visual feast too, lots of creatively shot action sequences and lots of impressive single-camera takes, it's quite different from you usual Chinese drug crackdown drama experience.
I can confidently tell you that if you enjoy M/M pairings in high energy setups like this that have fast-paced and satisfying plot and where the characters aren't dumb and behave like actual mature adults while still being so lovely and likeable, The First Shot is a must watch.
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Words of Wisdom For Fellow Writers
I've been writing stories for thirteen years, mainly fanfiction, but that's as valid and writing a full length novel, given how many words my main story alone has. (over 300k words.) And I wanted to pause to give some advice to new writers, or even writers that have been in a bit of a funk lately.
I read stories as much as I write them, but haven't done so in a while, because it feels like the amount of stories for my favourite characters has dropped significantly as the age of media changes. Hopefully, this little act of motivational speaking will remedy that a little.
Write what you want, no matter how cheesy it might seem. Yes, make your characters well-rounded and ensure they're fleshed out and interesting, but don't be afraid to experiment and come up with new concepts that YOU find interesting! Is that storyline overdone? Who cares, if you would read it, write it, because you're guaranteed to find at least one other person who would read it too!
Don't be afraid of making mistakes! My stories can range from 10k words to 100k words and even further, do you think every word is perfect? One story I've been writing for eight years ended up needing a total rewrite at one point due to some spelling errors and then a software error that caused it to get corrupted. Hell, even now, I'm still going back and fixing mistakes that I made recently! If I stopped writing because of each mistake, my Naruto story wouldn't be nearly 60 chapters long! Try to curb your need for the perfect sentence until you start proof-reading, because you won't get anywhere if you keep obsessing over that one phrase that doesn't sound right.
Imagine your story as a movie in your mind. I grew up watching anime and reading manga, so I find it easier to write if I imagine the scenes happening like a scene from a show in my head. Put in the detail you want, but don't repeat yourself, (unless its a flashback.) Actions speak louder than words, but since words are our tools, explain the actions.
Emotion makes for a compelling scene. I use music, especially sad music to help me put emotion into my writing, because if I can feel it, the audience can feel it. There are so many emotional, happy and angry scenes in my stories that were pushed on by music, and I am not ashamed to admit it. Don't be afraid to make a playlist of music you know will inspire and make you feel, because the best storytelling comes from the heart.
If a chapter seems too long, don't be afraid to split it into more chapters. While my chapters can be 10k to 16k words unintentionally when I know a chapter pushes even beyond that, I split it into two or sometimes three chapters to ensure it doesn't drag out for far too long. If I had kept up my old chapter-writing style, I'd only be 20 chapters into my Naruto story, rather than 60.
Make a habit of writing at least one day a week, and set yourself a word count limit to help motivate you! I learned this one recently, but I managed to push out a chapter I was struggling to finish within a month thanks to my goal of writing 2000 words every time I put my fingers to the keys. I also have at least three scheduled writing days a week to make sure I get work done and don't neglect my love for writing or my desire to make an original series I want to get published.
Don't punish yourself for not writing. I admit, this is something I'm still trying to do, and it is hard. But fanfictions are supposed to be a hobby, and if you have to suffer to make it work, then obviously something is wrong and you need some time to rest. Don't give up, of course, but know your limits and take time to write something else if the mood fancies you. Hell, I did this and I came back to my other stories refreshed and ready to spell out a storm on paper!
There's probably more, but this is long enough, so I'll finish by stating the most IMPORTANT tip for any writer, be it original or fanfiction centered...
Learn the difference between criticism and cruelty. If someone comes onto your story and says "You suck and your story sucks," then that's cruelty. But, if someone comes up and says "I really love this story, but the characters seem a little off here, don't you think there should be more emotion, or maybe a change of heart?" That right there, is criticism, and it is VITAL that you learn the difference. Some cruelty can come off as criticism, so try to go through each one with a fine toothed comb to make sure that you understand and desensitize yourself to the content. Criticism is never meant to hurt you, remember that and make sure you take each word with grace. Delete hate though, no one has time for that, lol.
And this is just a final word. Cherish your readers, make sure they know how much their words make your day, because if you start a project, they might be the reason you don't give up. For all my readers, just know that I thrive when you talk to me, because it makes every struggle worth it if you smile by the end of my books!
Thanks for reading... and writers? Good luck on your projects, you're amazing and as a reader, I love it when you post new content!
(And just to prove how much you need to go easier on yourself with errors, I'm not proof reading this. My OCD hates me, but who cares! I'm proving a point!)
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