#pls season 1 im begging
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
helluvabunch · 5 months ago
Text
yeah the animation is beautiful and the story is brilliant but does it have good subtitles
11 notes · View notes
adultemophase · 2 months ago
Text
i can’t wait for arcane s2 to come out so i can be subjected to bad takes from people who have no media literacy
31 notes · View notes
randomjreader · 2 years ago
Text
Why is Gregory dating every woman that shows him the slightest bit of interest in the show (minus Ava) BUT JANINE when he is so clearly down bad for her pls 😭
70 notes · View notes
dostarve · 1 year ago
Text
Just got done watching the “Ashoka leaves the Jedi order arc” in Clone Wars. Don’t text ☹️
11 notes · View notes
kevin-day-is-bi · 5 months ago
Text
if Draisaitl gets a goal I'm going to cry
1 note · View note
karampodi · 2 years ago
Text
Finished romantic killer and maybeee im going slightly insane from the Thoughts™
1 note · View note
thewonandonly · 12 days ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
BE MY MISTAKE
PLAYLIST : spotify
PAIRING : ghostface!lee jeno (nct) x afab!reader
GENRE : horror/thriller(?), fluff, smut, angst (hurtfic)
SYNOPSIS : "happy halloween! time to play one giant insensitive prank on you like the popular movie franchise "stab!" lol it'll be funny dw"
WC : 12,670 words
WARNINGS : heavily based on the scream franchise. established relationship, strong language, jeno = billy and reader = sydney essentially, jeno and reader have sexy time with the mask on, oral (f. receiving), p-in-v sex, cunnilingus, dirty talk, um premeditation 😀, no happy ending. guys this is literally about a (fictional) murderer. there is a chasing scene. think scary movie 1 in the theater but more, like, serious.
AUTHOR'S NOTE : happy october :3 when you really think about it, isn't halloween time everyday? here's something i actually worked on bc im insane. also, there's a bit of an inconsistency with the writing; i said jeno already got tickets but obvi theyre seeing it at the theater party. i was already 3/4 of the way done writing it when i remembered so pls just ignore it plsplspls i beg. as always, please let me know if i forgot any warnings <3
DISCLAIMER : the characters in this story are to be allusions to real people, and none of the situations, personalities, and actions found here should reflect reality. i do not believe in any of the problematic actions displayed and mentioned. this story was created with zero intention to violate the images of the artists.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
It was October, which meant another "Stab!" movie was going to be released within due time, which also meant, everyone was going to harp on about the events that happened last year; that happen every year. The "Stab!" movies that got rereleased in theaters every year for a week were really... not all that good, in your (unprofessional) opinion. They were poorly made "based-on-a-true-story" movies that influenced a worldwide prank across the world that caused a lot of actual real world deaths and trauma. But, your boyfriend, a film student, thought it was one of the best movies ever made! You remember you both started dating around this time almost three years ago and seeing the rerelease of the 1997 slasher film was quite unexpected. You didn't even know it existed until that time, when Jeno, your boyfriend, excitedly asked you out on that first date to see it.
You could remember your boyfriend shoveling buckets and tubs of popcorn into his mouth as you could barely stomach the thought of Sidney Prescott being harassed for years, decades. Your own judgement was being questioned that night and you ignored it.
Sitting at your laptop in the library, you let out a deep and long sigh as you stared at the blank word document. Given it was October and you were a criminal history student, it was only natural that you were given the assignment on criminal offenses that happened during the Halloween season. And of course, the first thing that popped up into your head was the Woodsboro Murders, after all the rewatches over the last year. The tabs open on your computer about the crime significantly slowed down your laptop that you were willing to opt for the books that rested on the library shelves.
And if it wasn't the cherry on top of your already obnoxious day, your computer crashed. Meaning, browsing the aisles for any information about your subject and writing the information down the classic "pen-to-paper" way was the only way you were going to get your work done, which was probably a blessing in disguise, considering you knew how easily you could get distracted.
You dropped your head to your hands, letting out a sigh before you lifted your head, your laptop slamming shut.
"I wanna play a game." Your boyfriend spoke in a sinister voice as he looked at you, holding a Billy the Puppet mask from the Saw films over his face, before he pulled it down to smile at you.
You sighed again, packing up the laptop, "Not funny." You grumbled.
Jeno laughed, turning his wrist to look at the mask, "What? Who doesn't love Billy the Puppet?"
You glanced at Jeno through your lashes and zipped up the bag you had, before walking over to the Windows Vista desktop your university refused to update and searched up your keyword: "Woodsboro." And you hoped your boyfriend wouldn't peek over your shoulder and-
"Woodsboro?" He perked up and looked at your face, "Are you studying about it?" He began to overload you with questions; "Why are you studying it?" or "How far are you along?" or "Can I help you with whatever you're studying this for?"
You couldn't blame him, you really couldn't. He was like a puppy who just found a stick in the yard. You knew that if you even slightly mentioned "Stab!" or the murders, you'd have to deal with your boyfriend bouncing off the walls. You were surprised he never decided to join your criminal history class, purely based on the fact he was the most knowledgeable person about the subject that you knew.
You looked at the top three recommended books, and erased the search from the results, wandering down to the section of the library. Jeno followed close behind. "It's for my criminal history class." Was all you said.
"I can help you!" He chuckled.
You stopped right at the final section pulling out the book titled "The Woodboro Murders" by Gale Weathers. It was a best seller, apparently, if the bright red font at the top of the book wasn't enough to tell you that. You held it in your arm before you pulled the second book out and placed in on top of the other. "Jeno, I know you're excited to help but it's history. This isn't some trashy movie about slashers."
Jeno winced as you criticized his favorite movie, holding his hand to his chest, "Come on, baby, you know I know better than anyone about this stuff." He smiled, "I can help you. I don't know just the trashy horror movie stuff. I know the psychology and the science behind it."
You attempted to walk away, but Jeno quickly pulled you back to smile at you, the Billy the Puppet mask still lingering in his hand.
Jeno was always handsome, and he knew it too. If there wasn't multiple times he was able to win you over with just his looks, you'd be lying. So, when he looks at you with his soft smile, and his soft eyes, you begin to fall all over again. You take in his features; the mole that sits under his right eye, his nose, how beautiful his eyes looked.
Fuck, you swore to yourself, here we go again. "Fine, you can help me." You almost grumbled. Almost. "But, I'm not using the movie as a source." You pointed at him, "Everything we include has to be in any of these books or reliable sources on the internet."
Jeno held his hands up once more, chuckling, "I got it. I got it. Consider the existence of Stab completely erased from my mind from this moment forward."
"Good." You continued down the middle of the book shelves, grabbing another book, your boyfriend following close behind, his hands brushing against the spine of the books.
Jeno perked up, "Hey, we've got a few days before our anniversary. I was thinking we could go see that rerelease on the day of."
You glanced at him once more, "I really need to keep a counter of how often you mention that movie."
As much as you hated the movie, and it's effects after the release, it was like you were reliving your first date with him. Last year, you guys went to the same theater, ordered the same snacks — a large popcorn with extra butter, gummy candy and one large soda you both shared — and you both were lucky to get the same exact seats as your first date. And you hoped that you could relive that day over and over again.
You glanced at Jeno, tilting your head to the side, "You already have the tickets, huh?" You asked.
"Yup." Jeno rummaged through his pockets and pulled out the tickets to show you, throwing his arm over your shoulder, "Same auditorium; same seats."
You smiled to yourself. Sure, he could tick you off mentioning "Stab!" ten to twelve times a day, but... you loved him. He was your boyfriend. And the attention to detail he always had was admirable.
You pecked his cheek, making his smile grow even wider, feeling your chest tighten as you admired his features silently once again, holding the books in your arm as you ran your fingers through his hair.
He was annoying, but he was also sweet. And he was all your own.
Tumblr media
After a long and grueling study session, cramped hands, and an overwhelming amount of information that you weren't even aware of, it was now officially 8pm, and the university library was closing for the night, the librarian grabbing the books off your desk to add to the cart of growing stock. Despite Jeno's promise, he continued to cross reference "Stab!" while he read pieces from Gale Weathers' book. You swore, you couldn't get through a paragraph before your boyfriend said, "I remember that in the movie."
The sheet of paper that held your precious grade was zipped up into your bag, kept nice and neat in between your laptop and your textbook. Jeno held your hand as he walked you through the dark sidewalk down the University Road, where your shared apartment was located. Jeno and you have lived together since the second semester started in the last week of August.
The co-ed dorm you two lived in was fairly small — one floor and only 17 dorm rooms. It also happened to be the first place you met Jeno. Jeno originally stayed in the dorm room across from your own, which is the current one you both stayed in now. You remember him peeking out of his dorm room door with nothing on but a pair of grey sweatpants, shouting something at his friends as they ran down the hallway. You later found out they were his dorm mates — Mark and Donghyuck. When you stepped into the room, the striking contrast between the two sides of the room was nauseating. Jeno had action figures, replicas and movie posters decorating his side; something every movie buff held proud. Your side was almost empty. You barely had any decorations on the wall and the only decorated area was your desk. It wasn't much, but it was home, at least for now.
When the door to the room opened, you let out a sigh, kicking off your shoes and dropping your bag on the couch, you fell onto your tiny dorm bed. "Finally, nap time." You mumble.
Jeno set his own items down and sighed, "You should relax for now and then we'll pick up where we left off."
You had a routine of coming home from either work or school; kick off shoes, set stuff down, nap. It was the same every single day. Jeno had a very opposite routine. He always kept his slippers on, he neatly placed his items beside his desk and then he sat down, and watched a movie off his scratch away chart of the one hundred highest rated movies of all time.
Yet, today, he seemed to be in a different mood. He hung up the Billy the Puppet mask next to the plethora of other horror movie icons, before his hand brushed along his prized possession, the killer from the Woodsboro murders. It was a little odd that his favorite mask would be one from actual real life cases, but you know it wasn't because of that. It was because of "Stab!" but, you know if you try to explain that to someone, they'd just give you a dirty look and silently judge you, or more rather, your boyfriend. Maybe a little bit of you, as well, for trying so hard to defend your boyfriend.
Grabbing the mask of the infamous double killers, Jeno pulled it over his head, looking at you through the mesh eyeholes, crawling his way across the impromptu king bed, leaning close over your shoulder as you laid on your stomach. The smooth pvc plastic and the polyester fiber brushed against your skin, and you turned your head to look at him. "What do you think you're doing?" You asked with a bite.
Jeno shrugged, "I don't know. Aren't girls into this type of stuff?" He whispered through the mask, slowly lifting it over his head to look at you, "I thought girls were into the, like, masked guys and shit."
You scoffed, laying on your hand, "Some girls. And I don't think it's actual killers they're into."
Jeno shrugged, pulling the mask down once more, running his hands against your shoulders, his thumbs rubbing against your shoulder blades, "I don't know. I've seen some people into some pretty messed up guys."
You rolled your eyes again, "Some people are into that stuff." You shrugged, turning your head to the side as he ran his hands over your skin, "Fuck, I don't know, Jen. I hardly even know if I like my school major."
"Fine, fine." He scoffed, "But you don't even wanna try it with the mask on once?"
You rolled your eyes, "Take the mask off, Jeno."
Jeno sighed, pulling the mask off before tossing it to his side of the makeshift bed, "You don't even wanna spice up our sex life a little bit?"
You rolled over so you were on your back, his legs straddling your hips in some type of sick power play. He looks amazing up there, you thought. Your fingers traced the curve of his thighs, "I think our sex life is perfectly fine, if you ask me." You shrugged playfully, "Maybe some other time?"
Jeno groaned, "You're ruining this marriage." He responded sarcastically, "It's someone else, isn't it?" He crossed his arms.
"Yes, oh, my god, I completely forgot I was having sex with your manager from the theater." You gasped.
"With Jaehyun?" Jeon gasped, "I don't blame you. How'd you pull him?" Much to your dismay, he climbed off from on top of you, laying his head on your shoulder as you both laid down.
You shrugged, "You know, same way I pulled you."
Jeno rolled his eyes, "Okay, quit it. I'm actually starting to think you're fucking Jaehyun." He grumbled, "Speaking of Jaehyun, the Halloween Party. Are we going or what?"
"Yeah, sure. We have nothing else going on." You sighed, "I'd much rather go to a Halloween party at the theater than here at one of the sororities or frats." You rolled onto your side so you were facing Jeno, smiling sweetly.
"Sounds like a plan to me." He gave a dorky smile, "We could probably even skip the date night and just go to the party."
"You don't wanna see the movie?" You mumbled, "Wait, let me guess..." You cleared your throat, putting on your best "Jeno" voice, "They're actually showing Stab for the party, oh my god!"
"I don't sound like that."
"Um, actually, you do." You teased, nudging his shoulder. "Did I get it right?"
Jeno chuckled, shrugging, "It's the theatre's most popular re-releases. So, for them to close down early just so we can watch the movie for a party is pretty amazing." He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, "Plus, Halloween is our anniversary. It can be a two-in-one celebration."
"I guess you're right." You mumbled, "Pretty amazing." You repeated, fighting back a yawn, "I'm sleepy." You whispered as you curled up close to Jeno, smiling to yourself as you feel him cup the back of your knee to bring your leg over his hip.
His fingers brushed against the skin of your cheek, laying his head on top of yours, something he normally did when you'd nap so you had complete darkness, "Go to sleep, babe. I'll be here when you wake up." He whispered in your ear, barely above a whisper.
Your heart fluttered at his soft voice, feeling yourself already starting to drift to sleep, relishing in the feeling of his fingers brushing against your skin, his other hand pinned against the bed as it was wrapped around your back and placed on your hip. While you pinned his arm down to keep him from moving, he had your head pinned down with his own. It was your preferred cuddling position; your own pretzel twist.
Tumblr media
You woke up hours after you had fell asleep to a loud clatter from the window behind you. Jeno was no where to be seen, and you immediately tensed up at the sound. Laying perfectly still as if you were still sleeping, you didn't dare attempt to put your life on the line.
Oh, god, you thought, is this really happening right now? Your mind began to race with a million different thoughts, "I don't wanna end up on Cold Case Files," and "I don't want to go out this way."
"Shit." You heard in a familiar voice, turning around to see your boyfriend climbing in through the window.
You sat up straight, "Jeno?" You called out through your gravely and sleepy voice, squinting your eyes as your boyfriend shined the flashlight from his phone in your eyes, your hand shooting up to block the light from your eyes, "What are you doing?"
Jeno pointed to the door, "Locked myself out." He grumbled, stumbling as he finished climbing through the window, quickly bending down as a metal jingling echoed between the two of you.
You just glanced as Jeno quickly shoved the keys into his sweater pocket, too tired to care, "Hm..." You hummed as you laid back, "If you went out with Mark and Jaemin, I don't mind." You sighed.
Jeno chuckled as he made his way around the room to set down his items, "Heh, you caught me." He rubbed his neck, climbing into the bed beside you once more, "I snuck out an hour and a half ago to go out and eat."
You could tell he was just as tired as you were a few hours ago, but he was forcing himself awake, "What'd you guys eat?"
"Meat." Jeno shrugged, "Nothing exciting. You know those two." He buried his face further into the pillow, his eyes closing, "Did you sleep well, baby?"
You nodded, "Yeah." It's all you said, reaching your hand up to brush some of his hair from his eyes, your thumb brushing against his cheek, "As much as I'd love to stay here and cuddle, I should get that paper done."
Jeno hummed, peeking an eye open, "Did you want any help?"
Your heart warmed at the question; not because he asked, because he was willing to help you even though he was tired, "No," You whispered softly as you took into consideration his restlessness, shaking your head, "No, baby. Just rest. I can handle it." You placed a chaste kiss to his neck, slowly sitting up. You grabbed a plush blanket to wrap around your shoulders, making your way to your desk as you pushed yourself off the bed.
This was normally how you and Jeno both functioned; one was awake at the crack of dawn and asleep by 9pm, the other was asleep until noon and up until 3 in the morning. It's a miracle that the two of you found a way to be with one another.
Sitting at your desk, pulling out your Holy Grail of a assignment and set it neatly on the top, opening your laptop to look at the screen as you slowly booted it up. Seemed to be running fine, so you decided it should be okay to use, even if you had to keep it plugged in. The previous document saved just how you left it — empty and barren. You didn't even have a sentence on the screen.
Maybe technology wasn't the right move for schoolwork, you thought to yourself as you compared the two forms of documentation. The sheet of paper was a little more than halfway filled, and although the pen ink smudged from your hand swiping across the paper, it still looked pretty damn good. Compared to the digital sister, the paper seemed like the one who had everything all together.
You decided to pick up where you left off on the sheet of paper, using your laptop for music and the pdf of the books you used earlier open on each tab.
You looked up from the paper, squinting your eyes as you looked at the laptop screen, highlighting the words with the cursor.
"That's interesting." You titled your head to the side, reading the line of text in your head.
"Sydney Prescott was unaware at the moment, but she noticed when the killer attacked, her boyfriend, Billy Loomis, and his best friend, Stuart "Stu" Macher were no where to be seen."
The line made you uncomfortable, shifting in your seat at the thought, clearing your throat as you read the line over and over again. Gale Weathers then goes on to describe how significant it is that Sydney Prescott should've realized, but then again, you sympathized with Sydney. After all, she loved Billy.
God forbid Jeno did something like that, you'd probably have to be thrown into an asylum.
You decided procrastination was the best option for the evening, using the pen as a paperweight and closed the laptop screen. You stood up from the desk and sighed, scooting over to the bed before laying down beside the sleeping Jeno.
Despite your previous nap, you laid your head down on the pillow and felt yourself falling asleep.
That evening, you thought about Jeno and your upcoming date night/Halloween party. You opened your eyes through the night, glancing over to check on your boyfriend, going as far to adjust the blanket over his shoulder and brush hair from his eyes to just make sure it wasn't an illusion.
God, you just wished he wasn't a maniac like Billy Loomis.
Despite your best efforts to go to bed at an early time, you tossed and turned, you shivered, your legs grew restless. And then the sun peeked in through your window, and you only glared. 7 in the morning and you were awake even before your boyfriend. Your eyes burned from the lack of sleep and you couldn't help yourself but to curse the sun as it extended across the skyline. You sat up slowly from the bed, looking wistfully out the window of your dorm room, the blanket covering your legs.
The thoughts you had in the back of your mind from a few hours before still lingered in your head, because it's entirely possible for something like that to happen. It's entirely possible for a significant other to go off the bend and be a crazed murderer. And it's entirely possible that it can be the person you share a bed with.
You sighed softly as you pushed the thought away and stood from the bed, the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You trudged along to the bathroom inside your dorm room, shutting the door behind you as you looked into the mirror. The eyebags were a dark grey, your eyes blood shot and your eyelids hung low. You looked like death to put it simply, and you felt it.
Turning on the sink and grabbing your toothbrush, you squeezed a glob of toothpaste onto your toothbrush and began to brush your teeth. Although, you were sure you weren't really brushing as you felt your eyes struggle to open every time you blinked, your grip on the brush weakening every time your eyes weighed closed.
The bathroom door opened and Jeno stepped inside, placing a kiss on the side of your head, "Morning, baby." He whispered, grabbing his own toothbrush, "Stayed up all night again?"
You looked at him through the mirror, shaking your head before rinsing out your mouth, "No." You mumbled, clearly half asleep, "I was, like, half asleep, half awake the whole night."
Jeno chuckled, brushing his teeth, "You get anything else done on the paper?"
"Yeah, I got a lot done." You nodded, setting the toothbrush back in the drawer you kept it in, stepping off to the side, "There was a lot I learned."
"It's interesting, right?" He spit out a glob of toothpaste, scraping his tongue before starting to brush his teeth once more, leaning on his hand against the bathroom counter.
"Yeah. I didn't know it was that complex..." You mumbled, "Do you have work today?"
Jeno rinsed out his mouth, sighing, "Yeah, baby, I do." He placed his toothbrush next to yours, looking at you with a faux pout, "Unfortunately."
You nodded, pressing a small kiss to his lips, "Well, I'll be here when you get off." You grabbed his hands, squeezing them, "You should probably get ready to go."
Jeno chuckled, kissing your lips again, "You want me to go that badly?" He teased, "You inviting Jaehyun over or something?"
You laughed, "No. Just don't want you to be late."
Jeno's hands rested on your hips, smiling, "Don't worry about that." He kissed you again, lifting you in his arms to sit you on the bathroom counter, his hands brushing against your thighs, "I have plenty of time."
You pulled away from the kiss, smiling, "Do you though? You still have to shower, get dressed, and put gas in the car. Or were you just gonna make me pay for it again?" You teased, climbing off the counter, "Take your shower." You stepped out the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.
Jeno wasn't always the most punctual, which can be frustrating to you and to his co-workers. You wouldn't necessarily blame him, but you would blame his distractions. He has a lot on his plate; school, work, your relationship. He still needed to purchase a camera for his film class. He tries to act like it doesn't bother him, but you know on nights where he stays up a little later than usual, he's dwelling on it.
You sat down at your desk, trying to distract yourself from the exhaustion you felt by watching youtube videos your professor recommended and switching between that and writing your paper. Jeno stepped out from the bathroom and you felt the heat from the shower push into the room, and you smelt his conditioner in the air as he quickly got dressed for work.
"I'll be back later, baby." He pressed a kiss to your cheek, "Don't wait up, alright? Take a nap or something." He ran his fingers through your hair, and you turned to look at him.
"I hope you have a good day at work." You kissed his lips, smiling softly as he turned to walk out the door, "Why do you have that mask with you?"
Jeno paused, turning to look at his bag, "Chenle doesn't think it's an actual replica, so he said he wants to check it out on our break." He sighed, pushing his hair back with his hand, "I'll see you later baby." He smiled, stepping out the door and closed it behind him.
"Okay." You whispered, listening as his keys made a metallic sound down the hallway and the hydraulic door hinge squeaking as it closed shut.
Ever since last night, you actually sat down and read Gale Weathers' book, collecting the information from her eyes. Sure, she had a pretty shallow standpoint from it; This wasn't her trauma to write about. But, it was still pretty interesting as she pieced things together.
You were at least 5 chapters in, hunched over your laptop as you read, anxiously nibbling on your nails as Gale describes the beginning of the stressful months that were ready to approach them. Until, your phone rings. Of course it rings. First time you've actually read a book instead of skimmed the pages in months. You unlocked your phone, answering the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Y/N, it's Jaehyun." You could hear the popcorn machine popping behind him, "Jeno's manager from the cinema."
You chuckled, "I know who you are." You smiled to yourself, wondering if Jaehyun even knew the running joke that you and your boyfriend had; prevailing him as a God, "What's up, Jaehyun?"
"Well, Jeno's running a bit late. It's nearly been an hour and I haven't gotten a call or a text or anything from him." Jaehyun's voice shrunk, "Is he there?"
"No, no, he left a while ago. I thought he was heading to work." You put Jaehyun on speaker phone, immediately clicking the Find My app, scrolling to find Jeno, "I'm looking at his location right now and it says no location found." You mumbled.
"Alright, well, I'll try to give him a call or two. You should try, too. He might have had something happen to the car." Jaehyun spoke, "Just let me know. You have my number, right?"
"Yeah, I do." You mumbled, "I'll call him right now and let you know what's up." You quickly hung up and called your boyfriend.
Okay, he had awful sense of time and he wasn't punctual in the slightest but he's never been this late to work, especially when it helps him pay his bills and pay for that new camera he needed. You pressed the phone to your ear before it immediately was sent to voicemail with the automated voice telling you what you already knew: The number you have dialed cannot be reached at this time.
Seriously? You scratched the back of your head, setting your laptop to the side as you leaned against your elbows. There was one way to find him, something that he never left the dorm without.
You opened the Find My app once more, and scrolled to his AirPods. Or more rather, your AirPods that he's borrowed more than you used after you got them. If he opened them recently, you would've been able to find where exactly he was. So you did just that.
But, much to your dismay, he hasn't opened them since the night before, his location still reading as the restaurant he went to last night with Mark and Jaemin.
You called Jaehyun back, "He didn't answer the phone and I tried to see if I could see where he was from the AirPods he used, but no use."
Jaehyun sighed, "Alright, thank you, Y/N." He mumbled, "I hope he'll be able to get off the hook for this. He better have a damn good excuse."
"I hope he does." You whispered, "Sorry I wasn't much help, Jaehyun."
"Don't worry about it, Y/N. You did more work than I did." He gave a small "goodbye" and hung up the phone.
You really hoped he had an explanation for what's going on. You weren't the type of person to immediately jump to conclusions, saying that he cheated. You don't think he's stupid enough to pull something like that.
You sighed, laying your head down on the desk as you drowned in your thoughts, feeling the exhaustion take over your body as laid there.
Tumblr media
There it was again. A clatter from the window being forcefully pulled up. You immediately perked up, the drowsiness from the nap you don't remember taking stuck to your body. Your back hurt from being hunched over the desk where you napped.
You leaned back in your chair to peek over at the window, ignoring your back begging for a little bit of leisure after you slept like a ball for the past 4 hours. It was a little after 11 o'clock, 18 minutes before it turned noon.
Standing from your desk, you approached the window and looked out the glass, shocked to find nothing, or no one. Just the dying bushes planted by the school's agricultural center, and some fucked up tanbark that kept the moisture in the dirt.
"Hey, baby."
You jumped, turning to find your boyfriend standing behind you with his prized possession covering his face. "Jesus christ, Jen." You swore, pushing at his shoulder, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Got sent home." He shrugged, lifting the mask from his face with a smile, "The car ended up breaking down, my phone died and I had to walk 4 miles down the road to get there.” He dropped his bag on the footboard bench at the end of the bed frame, setting the mask on top of it.
"Jen, you really gotta start going to work in time." You sighed, "What if you get fired?"
"Come on, baby, it's just a part-time job." He chuckled, pulling you closer to him, "I can find something else."
"Fuck, Jen, do you know how bad that'll look if they call the theater and they have to tell them you're unreliable for calling out or for showing up late?" You ranted, letting go of his hands, "You know I can't afford to pay for this dorm by myself, let alone my school payments."
"Jeez, babe, relax." He chuckled, "Come on, why don't you take some of that aggression out another way?"
"Jeno," You sighed.
"Y/N," He responded, "When's the last time you and I had nasty, angry sex, huh?" He chuckled, grabbing your hands again, "I miss you, baby." He whispered, pulling you into a tight hug, squeezing you.
You hated to admit you missed it, too. Especially when you were this annoyed with Jeno, you hated that this was turning you on, listening to him talk about it.
"Come on, baby." He whispered in your ear, guiding your hand to the bulge in his pants, "Seeing you all angry gets me worked up, baby, I can't help it."
"Jeno." You rubbed him through his pants, "Jen,"
"Hm?" He pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck, his hands brushing against your skin in a desperate attempt to soothe his thoughts.
"Please, baby, just listen to me for 3 seconds."
Jeno pulled away from kissing your neck, humming, "Okay, okay, I'm listening."
"Tomorrow, you're going into work and you're gonna be on time, with your phone charged and everything." You cupped his cheek, "I don't want you to lose your job because you're late."
"Okay, mistress." He teased, "You've have a little dominatrix hidden, don't you?" Jeno kissed at your cheeks, as he cupped them.
"Stop making it sexual."
He chuckled, "I can't help it, baby. I romanticize everything you do, babe." He whispered gently before he kissed you, sitting you down on the mattress of the bed, "It's cute seeing you act all tough and strict." He kissed at your skin, pressing you down against the mattress, straddling your hips.
His tongue brushed against your neck as he kissed you, his hands pushing your shirt over your head, letting your hands rest on his thighs.
Jeno pulled away from kissing at your neck, smiling down at you, "Do we have any condoms left?"
You sat up, looking at the bedside table, "Probably in the drawer."
Jeno crawled off of you to rummage through the drawer, clicking his tongue, "Damn." He mumbled, flitting through papers before he let out an exclamation, pulling out the foiled packaging from between the pages. "Got it."
"I knew you'd find it." You smiled, gasping as he pulled you closer to him on the edge of the bed by your ankles, watching him kneel down.
"Mmhmm," He hummed, pulling your bottoms down your legs, his lips kissing at your legs, "So pretty." He whispered, teasingly biting at your thigh, "Wanna taste you, baby."
You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair, watching Jeno's finger tangle in the waistband of your panties.
"That okay, baby?" He whispered breathlessly, his lips swollen from kissing at your legs.
You nodded, "That's fine, baby."
Jeno smiled, pulling your bottoms and underwear down your legs, kissing up your legs, his lips hovering over your cunt and his breath fanning against your wetness, "Fuck, you're already wet, baby?" Jeno's thumb rubbed at your clit, licking his lips.
"Jen..."
Chuckling, Jeno smiled, flattening his tongue against your cunt, moaning lightly as you drooled against his tongue, "Fuck, baby..."
You moaned sharply, your fingers tightening on his hair, "Jeno..."
Jeno smiled, kissing at your pussy as he continued to lick at your clit, his fingers slowly pressing into your entrance, pumping his fingers into you, "So tight, baby. So sweet." He groans, "You're so perfect, princess."
You gasped as his fingers brushed against your gummy wall, curling his fingers as his lips kissed your hip, a weak moan escaping your throat.
Jeno listened to your moans as he continued to pump his fingers inside you, sucking your clit and tasting you on his tongue. How sweet you tasted, how your slick drooled from the length of his fingers to knuckles, and how amazing your gasps and moans sounded to his ears; Like music, a symphony. If he could listen to your sounds on repeat, he would, over and over and over. He couldn't get enough, he wanted more, wanted you.
Giving a teasing peck to your slit, Jeno kissed your hip, your stomach and up your body until he stopped at your neck, taking in your scent as he struggled to unbuckle the belt he wore with his work pants. "Little help?"
You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair once more before you moved your hands down to unbuckle his belt, the echo of the buckle settling around you both, letting Jeno's lips meet your own in a desperate kiss, his tongue pushing between to rub against yours, a deep growl escaping his throat as your thumbs hooked around his bottoms, helplessly attempting to tug them down his legs. Parting from your lips, Jeno gave a breathy chuckle, his breath fanning against your face. He grabbed the condom he set down on the bedside table, keeping his eyes torn from your own for no less than a second.
Tearing it open with his teeth, Jeno gently pulled the rubber from the packaging, rolling it along his length, “Fuckin’ finally.” He whispered to himself, “I missed feeling you." He pressed kissed along your jawline, listening to the gasp leave your lips as he slowly pressed into you. "Shit, you feel so good." He whispered.
Jeno slowly started moving, and you've been thinking — actually thinking about something he mentioned that you couldn't possibly know if it was a joke or if he was serious. You dug your nails into his arm, “Wait.”
His hips immediately stilled, and he looked down at you, “You okay, baby?”
You cleared your throat shyly, “I’m fine, I just—”
“What is it?” He chuckled, brushing hair behind your ear, “You can tell me, princess.”
You couldn’t believe you were saying this, and you couldn’t even believe you were considering it. But, you can’t knock something until you try it, “I was thinking we could try it with… the mask on…” You love looking at Jeno when you were having sex. You love seeing his expressions, looking into his eyes as he was buried into you and you loved watching his brows furrow together as he gets closer to cumming. But, there was something alluring behind the idea of the mask. Almost like it was a mystery to how he’s feeling. It was sounding more exciting as every second passed. And, you could see just how excited Jeno was as he reached over to where he set the mask down, smiling at you as he pulled it on. Attempting to move, you rested your hand on his chest, “Ah, first, some ground rules.”
Jeno moved the mask to the side, his eye peeking at you, “All ears.”
“First, keep the freaky murders out of this, okay?” You started, watching him nod, “Second, this is just to test it out. I didn’t wanna just immediately cross it off the list of freaky shit we’ve done if we don’t do it.”
“Understandable.”
“Third, Roleplay is optional. But, I’m keeping anything too crazy off the table.” You looked at him, “Got it?”
“Got it, baby.” He smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek, “I love you, princess.”
“I love you, too, Jen.” You cupped his cheek, kissing him on the lips, slipping your tongue along his own to reignite the fire that wasn’t completely snuffed. Jeno eagerly reciprocated, his moan vibrating against your lips.
“Damn, don’t know if I really wanna keep the mask on now.”
You giggled, pressing another kiss against his lips, “Better put it back on before I change my mind.”
Jeno placed the mask back against his face, his eyes showing the smile you couldn’t see through the barrier, “I’m gonna start moving, baby.”
“Mmhmm,” You nodded, biting your lips as you felt his hips moving at a slow pace, the moan caught in your throat bubbling over.
Jeno had some type of fixation with your hands, one hand tangling with your own as his other pinned yours against the mattress. He loved seeing your hands wrapped around his cock, his wrist, intertwined with his own. He loved feeling your hands tangled in his hair, grabbing his biceps and digging into his skin, sometimes around his neck, if you both felt that was the move. Your hands were his favorite part of you.
Jeno squeezed your hand in his own as his hips pressed into you deeper, swearing under his breath as he felt your pussy weep around his cock, “Feel so good, angel.” He groaned, throwing his head back, “Missed this pretty pussy.”
You whined, your chest heaving as you squeezed his hand in your own. Words attempted to escape, but only came out as gasps. Jeno always had a way of filling you to the brim, and bringing you to the edge quickly.
Jeno could feel how badly you missed his cock; squeezing around him, the choked moans and gasps, the way your body tensed, and how your eyes rolled behind your eyelids. Sweat lingered on his forehead behind the mask, his breath growing heavily as he watched you writhe in desperation, “Like that, baby?”
You nodded when your words betrayed you, feeling Jeno’s hands leave your own to grip your waist and move you along his length, “Fu-“ You moaned as his hips piston against your own, reaching your hand up to tangle in his hair under the fabric of the mask, “Just like that, Jeno.” You stuttered out to your best ability, the pleasure overwhelmingly covering your body in a sheen of sweat.
Jeno smirked under the mask, his thumb moving to rub at your clit to heighten your experience and bring you closer to the edge, “Such a good girl, telling me just how you want it.”
Every word Jeno said pushed you closer to the edge, your legs mindlessly wrapping around his hips, “Feels so good… I’m almost there, Jen.”
“Me too, princess.” He gasped, his eyes trained on where you two met, the white, creamy ring sitting at the base of his cock, “Fit together so perfectly.” He moaned out, his thumb continuing to rub harsh circles on your clit, “Feel it, baby? ’S like you were made for me. Such a pretty cunt for my cock.”
Your fingers tightened around his hair, tugging at the strands as he continued to speak, “Jen…”
“You cummin’ already, baby?” He chuckled, “Such a good girl, cumming on my cock. Wish I could fill you up and make you mine already. Wanna show everyone you’re my girl.”
As he continued his assault on your cunt, you hung onto his every word, your pussy clenching around him. The ability to form sentences with words and exclamation has long since been fucked out of your brain, the only thing repeating in your head was, “Jeno, Jeno, Jeno.”
Jeno let out a raspy moan, the mask brushing against your chest as you felt his cum fill the condom, the heat filling your belly with warmth. Your chests both raised in sync as you attempted to catch your breath. Pulling the mask off, Jeno stilled inside you, smiling down at you sweetly, "Good job, baby."
You smiled back, pecking his lips, "Good job to you, too." You hummed, leaning back on your elbows, "Okay, pull out. I gotta piss before I develop a UTI."
"I love when you talk dirty to me." He teased, pulling out of you slowly before he laid back on the bed, steadying his breathing. Laying his head on the arms he crossed behind his head, he glanced around the room while he waited for you to come back from the restroom, “Did you get any work done on your paper?”
Returning from the restroom, you laid down beside him, “No, because someone gave me a call saying some guy was missing and they didn’t know where they were.”
Jeno rolled his eyes, “Haha.” He laughed sarcastically, “I told you, the car broke down. I couldn’t do anything but walk there.”
“I’m just teasing.” You nudged him, curling against his side as he wrapped his arm around your waist, the both looking at one another sweetly.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“For what?”
“I know I’m shitty with getting to places on time, and you have every right to be mad at me for this. You shouldn’t be the only one who needs to deal with this.” He brushed his fingers along your side, rubbing his thumb along your hip, “I’m gonna listen to you, okay? I know it seemed like I wasn’t paying attention but I was.”
You pressed your forehead against his, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “I know, Jen. And, I appreciate you for everything you already do.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, Jeno.”
You both settled for relaxing and enjoying one another’s company, especially considering you both rarely got days off together. Jeno played a movie on his charged phone, which you both cuddled and watched. And it wasn’t Stab much to your surprise. It was something you suggested. You used that as proof that he loved you, even if it was something small like this; Cuddling, watching a movie together, sharing kisses and random thoughts either of you had about the film. You couldn’t wait for another day like this, even if it was years away.
Tumblr media
You don’t remember falling asleep, and you don’t remember Jeno leaving for work that morning. You don’t even think he said goodbye, and it didn’t smell like his shampoo in the dorm room, nor his cologne. Rubbing your eyes, you glanced around the room, for any sign he left for work; a note, a text message on your phone screen, or even a Tupperware bin with some food he made or ordered in. And after a long look around the room, you found the post-it note stuck to the paper of your notebook with all the information you could think to include in your report of the Woodsboro murders that read; “Be back later. Went to work. Make sure to finish your paper. Love you.” And in smaller hand writing underneath his already small lettering, he wrote, “P.S. Left some dirty clothes on the floor. I’ll do the wash later.”
Setting the note down, you sighed, walking around the small dorm room to find said clothes he left on the floor, but you couldn't find it. You checked the back of his chair, the bathroom, by the dresser, but you couldn't find it. You squat down, looking underneath the bed to find, lo and behold, the dirty clothes he left on the floor. You wondered how much of a rush he could've been in to kick them under the bed.
You reached under the bed, grabbing the clothes only to immediately drop it as soon as you pull it out, your hands covered in red liquid. It covered the floor where you had dropped it, a "splat" echoed in your head after you'd done so. It wasn't as thick and red as blood, and it definitely wasn't as thin and clear as water. You couldn't decipher what it was. It dried down quickly on your hands and the floor.
Horror aside, you rised from the ground, and grabbed a brush to clean the mess off the floor — you'd interrogate Jeno later — and scrubbed the living hell out of the floor. You were sure the finish over the hardwood floors were coming off by how hard you were scrubbing. You had to get the deposit back for the dorm room, even if you had to scrub the floor on your hands and knees.
Kneeling there, you felt tears brim your eyes as you thought to yourself, "What exactly am I cleaning up?" You felt your arms burn with each motion you made, you felt your breathing grow heavy. You could count this as your workout for the week.
"Jeno, you idiot." You whispered to yourself, the tears rolling down your face, gasping for air. "God, this is so stupid." You used your sleeve to wipe at your cheeks, a shaky breath escaping your lips.
You tried to push the thought from your mind, deciding to just focus on your other preoccupation, which was sitting inside your laptop, begging for any type of attention from you divided brain. So, you did. Cross-referencing your notes, reading the PDF of the books on your laptop and then switching over to Microsoft Word to type anything that came to mind, as long as it's relevant.
Yet, you could feel your mind drifting.
You sat there, pausing as you thought about everything you've read as if you could even begin to connect it to your life. There's so much Sydney Prescott went through that you couldn't even begin to comprehend. Rubbing your temples, you were reaching the final stretch of the paper, attempting to type out a conclusion that would make any type of sense for it.
The dorm room opened and you turned briefly to find your boyfriend walking in with the earbuds in his ears, "Hey, baby." He walked over, pecking your head, "How's the paper coming along?"
You tapped your pen against your notebook, "I'm stuck."
Jeno began to dress down from his work uniform, his eyes glancing at his side of the bed, the green and white heavy duty scrub brush laying on the ground, covered in the diluted red suds. "Did you grab the clothes?"
"I was trying to." You mumbled, "What was on them?"
"Why'd you do that?" Jeno voice was deeper and you can see his brows furrow as he looked at you.
You turned around in your seat, looking at him, "I was trying to help."
"I told you I'd do it." He shouted.
"Jen, I was just-"
"I said I'd pick them up and wash them."
You glanced down at the clothes on the floor, whatever was on them leaking between the floorboards and you winced at the thought of it staining the floor. "I just wanted to help! The laundry basket isn't far from where you put them."
"Well, I was in a rush. I didn't have time to throw them in the basket. That's why I left them on the floor."
You sighed, rubbing your eyes, "I just thought I was saving time by moving it to the basket."
Jeno pulled his work shirt off, groaning, "I didn't want to ruin the other clothes in there."
"And just leave it to soak into the flooring?"
"No— God, fuck." He threw his work shirt into the laundry basket before picking up the soiled clothes and placing them inside, "There, happy?"
You looked at him, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing!" He grumbled, "Just wish you didn't have such lousy faith in me."
"I never said I did."
"You sure as hell implied it." He grabbed the basket and walked out the dorm room to the laundry room down the hall.
Your eyes narrowed at the back of his head before you went back to your paper, finishing it off in record time. It was finally time to prepare your paper to be printed, turned in and graded. You unplugged your laptop, making sure to save your finished paper before you shut it off and carried it out to the library.
You gave the two dollars and fifty cents to the librarian to use the printer, and stood by the machine to print out your report.
As the belt of the printer echoed through the library and watched each paper spit out after one another, the ink bleeding into the back, you were now preoccupied with everything you read about the Woodsboro murders, what exactly your boyfriend was upset about and whether or not, you should be the one to apologize. You didn't think you were doing anything wrong. You thought you were helping by grabbing the clothes. You really weren't concerned about whatever was on it anymore; all you know is you were happy it wasn't blood.
Maybe this whole report was getting to your head. You've read Sydney Prescott's encounters too much to the point you were scared what she went through was happening to you. How impossible is it?
You're just paranoid. You're being delusional and dramatic and you could only do your best to gaslight yourself into believing you're being a crazy girlfriend who had no reason to make your boyfriend feel like an idiot.
Drowning in your thoughts, you didn't draw your eyes away from the printer, unaware of the beeping it gave you to grab the papers it finished printing out.
Like you were a puppet, you grab the papers, tucking them under your arm with your laptop, and made your way to the hole puncher, pressing down on the lever after setting the papers inside.
Everything felt like ten tasks wrapped into one as you did them, like it was neverending.
You hole punched the papers, and placed them onto the counter, "Hi," you smiled to the librarian.
"Hi, what can I help you with?" She reciprocated the smile.
"I wanted to purchase one of the report covers." You nodded your head to the item, opening your wallet.
She rised from the chair, grabbing the cover.
You glanced down at the glass box you placed your laptop and papers on, eyeballing a newspaper that was displayed in the box. From what you could read through the glass, there seemed to have been some recent murders around the area. Jesus, you spent these last two days inside like some recluse and people have been dying.
“Can… Can I also get one of these papers?” You asked, pointing at it through the glass.
The librarian nodded her head as she set the items down, using the key on her keyring to open the glass case and grab a newspaper, setting it down beside the covers and your items, “All right, your total will be 5 dollars even.”
You dropped the bill onto the counter, grabbing your items and made your way out of the library. You anxiously hurried back to your dorm, opening the door to the room, setting the items down on your desk. The newspaper laid flat on your desk, your eyes reading over the article from a distance.
It was nauseating, reading over the details. Two people gone in two days… It was hard to stomach it.
You sat down on your chair, staring at the front page. To think you were perfectly fine while these people were living their last day being tortured. Obviously, you couldn’t have worn a cape and saved them, but, you wished there was something you could’ve done to prevent something like this from happening. The addresses seemed all too familiar. Like, you’ve seen them before. Somewhere familiar almost.
The door opened and you heard a sniffle from the doorway, “Oh, baby.” Jeno whispered, wandering over to you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, “Baby, I’m so sorry. I-I had a rough day at work, hearing shit from Jaehyun and everyone about yesterday, and I took it out on you and I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t be making a big deal over you helping, especially not since our anniversary is tomorrow.”
You rubbed his head as he nuzzled his nose against your neck, “It’s okay, baby.” You kissed his cheek, “Hey, have you heard about this?” You motioned to the newspaper.
“About what?” He lifted his head, looking at the front page of the newspaper, “Yeah… Yeah, I heard about it. Chenle was mentioning it at work today.”
“It’s sad.”
“It is.” He sighed, rubbing your shoulder with his hand, “All we can do right now is just be happy it wasn’t us.”
You felt the lump in your throat strain as you tried to keep your tears back, “I guess you’re right.”
Jeno pecked your cheek, glancing at the papers on your desk, “You finished the report?"
“Yeah.” You folded the newspaper up, setting it off to the side, flitting your fingers through the paper, “Wanna read it?”Jeno scoffed, “Uh, yeah.” He grabbed the paper, beginning to read through it in silence, as if he was absorbing the information. You sat there, waiting for his input, which was often accompanied by the mention of his favorite movie.
Jeno read the pages all too quickly, turning to look at you, “You always have such a way with words, baby.” He set them down beside you, “You’ll definitely get a high grade on it.”
You smiled, threading the paper through the loops, preparing it to be turned in, the cover with your name, title of the report, class, et cetera, et cetera at the top. “I’m glad you think so.”
“You put work into it. Compassion, care, intellect. You would deserve it.”
“How’d the wash go?”
“They’re in the dryer right now.” Jeno leaned back on the bed, pulling his phone out, “Should be done in 20 minutes. More or less.”
Your heart still ached from what Jeno said earlier, so you returned his answer with silence, not able to find words to express yourself. At least, not yet. You decided to keep it under wraps until after your anniversary tomorrow. After the party. After Halloween.
Tumblr media
It was Halloween night. Jeno and you have spent the beginning of your anniversary cuddling in bed, whispering soft “Happy Anniversary”’s to one another. He took you out to breakfast, lunch and shopping. “Just to show you off,” Jeno tried to convince you. But, now, it was time to sit through the two hour long movie Jeno and you both shared every anniversary. Jeno thought it’d be funny to dress up in the Ghostface costume for the evening, since he was the “star” of the movie. He said that, “behind the mask, it wasn’t just Billy Loomis or Stu Macher. Together, they worked as one.”
“I got an A on my paper.” You briefly mentioned as Jeno drove you both to his work place. Turns out, his car just needed a jumpstart.
“That’s great, baby. I knew you’d get a good grade.” He chuckled, turning his head to look at you before looking at the road again, “What’d you get docked off?”
“Turns out, I was a bit too sympathetic in my writing. I got docked a few points for ‘appearing too biased’.” You shrugged, “It’s whatever.”
Jeno chuckled, “Well, I thought it was amazing.” He smiled as he pulled into the parking lot of the theater, “Just goes to show that you have a better point of view than other people. Not everyone will understand that.”
Unbuckling your seatbelt and grabbing your bag, you exited the car, “I guess, but I understand it from my professor’s perspective. It’s supposed to be an informational report, not an opinion discussion board.”
Jeno followed, locking the door behind you both, “Doesn’t mean you can’t share your opinion.” He grabbed your hand in his own and guided you to the front doors of the theater. The theater was covered in Halloween decorations, and it was unfortunate that it’d all have to come down after this evening.
Jaehyun and Jeno’s other managers were handing out drinks and popcorn to your boyfriend’s coworkers, who wandered off to the theater they were all familiar with. Approaching the counter, you heard a loud “Boo!’’ echo off the walls, causing you to jump and hold your hand to your chest.
“Chenle, what the fuck?” You scolded, glaring at him through your lashes.
“Dude, Chenle, I told you not to do that stuff tonight.” Jeno sighed, rubbing his temples, “I told you Y/N’s been freaked out cause of all the shit happening.”
“My bad. I meant to scare Jeno more than I did to you, Y/N.” Chenle chuckled, “Sorry.”
You sighed softly, “Doesn’t help that it already happened.”
Jeno wrapped his arm around your shoulder, silently comforting you as he spoke with Chenle, “We’re wearing the same costume.”
“We, indeed, are.” Chenle sighed, “You just can’t stop copying me.” He glanced down at the mask he held in his hand, “Is that the replica? Are you seriously wearing it to this?”
Jeno scoffed, “Where else am I gonna wear it?” He questioned, moving up in the line as it progressed, “I can’t keep it hanging up on my wall forever.”
Your heart settled in your chest as you walked up to the counter, looking at Jaehyun, mouthing a quiet, “Help.”
Jaehyun already knew the predicament you were in; forced to listen to the conversation of two movie buffs talking about “Stab!” He’s had to deal with it for the last 4 years the two had worked there. There was times he’s even had to apologize for interrupting their precious reminiscences of the movie. “Chenle, Jeno, Y/N, what can I get for you guys?”
“Jaehyun!” Chenle greeted him over the counter with open arms, “Be a doll and get the lady some Sour Patch. I scared her half to death trying to scare her boyfriend.”
Jaehyun sighed, glancing at you, “Freaked out about those things happening around town?”
“You could say so.” You accepted the candy the man offered, “Just found about it yesterday, too.”
“Yeah, she could hardly sleep last night.”
“Babe,”
“What?” Jeno shrugged, “Not saying it’s a bad thing. Just a little uncharacteristic of you.”
You sighed, letting Jeno grab the popcorn and the drinks for you two, “Thank you, Jaehyun.”
“You’re welcome, Y/N.” He smiled, nodding his head to you.
Jeno guided both you and Chenle to the theater the movie was showing in, letting you take the lead up the stairs. There they were, the seats you both sat in 3 years ago, still in the condition you remember them in. So many people have sat in these chairs and would never understand just how much it has meant to you and your relationship. You sat in the aisle seat, gently taking the drinks in your hand as your boyfriend sat down beside you. He was quick to lift the arm rest between you two to pull you closer to him, his arm wrapped around your waist with the popcorn bucket sat in between you both. He accepted his drink and set it down in the cup holder.
“Just like all those years ago.” Jeno sighed, resting his head on top of yours.
You smiled to yourself, grabbing his hand in your own, “As much as I pretend to hate this movie, it still has a special place in my heart.”
Jeno kissed your knuckles, watching as his co-workers and plus one’s fill their seats. The smell of butter on popcorn filled the air, and the quiet chatter between everyone echoed off the wall.
Jaehyun entered the theater, standing at the front near the screen, “Happy Halloween, everyone!” He greeted, crossing his arms over his chest as everyone repeated the words, “Much to my reluctance, your coworkers requested this movie to be shown because of the connotation that it is the halloween movie to watch.”
Jeno and Chenle both gave hoots and hollers at the mention of their suggestion getting picked.
“It also happens to be the first movie our favorite visitor saw with her boyfriend here at the theater.” Jaehyun motioned to both you and Jeno, everyone turning to look at you, “This is also a token of our appreciation to our team for the close end-of-the-year. We would not be here without all of your guys help and hard-work.”
The theater filled with clapping, cheering and sweet words called out to everyone’s favorite manager.
“Settle down, everyone.” He chuckled, “Alright, everyone. Presenting this evening is Stab! Please silence your cell phones and enjoy the movie.”
The lights turned down and you watched the film light up the screen. No previews, no movie trailers, just pure film. It started out how it always did; Casey Becker popping popcorn on the stove, the harsh lighting of her house bringing out the color of her blonde hair.
Despite watching the movie multiple times, every fake jumpscare, every fake gore still made you jump and turn away from the screen. Jeno chuckled, comforting you as best he could, pecking your head.
"I've got to use the restroom." You whispered, attempting to stand up.
"Wait, you'll miss it." Jeno focused on the screen as he watched the movie intently, absorbing everything.
"Jen, we see the movie all the time. I'm sure I know what happens." You stood from the seat, glancing at the row behind you, gasping softly.
The row that was once filled with Jeno's coworkers was now empty with a horrific scene that you couldn't stomach.
Heads slumped forward, bodies slack, popcorn spilling out on the floor as the hands they had on the paper bucket were loosened.
You nudged Jeno's shoulder, unable to speak, who only glanced behind him, a sigh escaping his lips, "He always does this."
"What?" Your brows furrowed, "Jeno, what?"
Jeno set the popcorn down on the now empty seat beside him, where Chenle was.
"You... You—"
Jeno covered your mouth with his hand, covering his face with the mask, speaking through the mesh, "You're too trusting."
You felt your bottom lip quiver as he looked at you through the eyeholes, the tears rolling down your cheeks. You were an idiot, such an idiot. The sneaking out despite having his keys, the car "breaking" down, the dirty clothes, the disappearing. How didn't you see it? How didn't you see that he was the problem this whole time?
"You seriously believed I wasn't doing anything against your wishes?" He whispered, "You're such a dolt. You'd think reading all the books on criminal behavior would have made you more aware of what you were getting into."
"Jen..." You mumbled through his hand, "Please, ju-just let me go. I-I won't tell anyone."
Jeno clicked his tongue as he nodded his head towards Chenle wandering around the ground floor, holding Jaehyun by the back of his neck, bringing you both face to face, "You're too cute, thinking you'll be getting out of this."
The movie continued to play in the background and you couldn't help but repeat all the lines in your head.
Jaehyun struggled against Chenle's grip, his brows furrowed.
"For what it's worth, I actually was in love with you." Jeno whispered in your ear, "Every time I was with you, I felt butterflies in my stomach and my chest ached every time I thought about being apart from you." He rested his chin on your shoulder, "Consider this orientation."
He wrapped your hands around a clip pointed blade, one you didn't even know he owned, guiding it to point at Jaehyun's stomach, yet not piercing the skin just yet.
"All you have to do is push this blade into his belly. Kinda like gutting a pig."
You shook your head, your face contorting as he explained it to you. The tears continued to roll down your cheeks and over the black gloves Jeno wore.
"I told you she didn't have it in her, Jeno." Chenle chuckled, "She's too humanitarian."
"Shut up." Your boyfriend — or rather, at this point, your ex-boyfriend — glared, "She's gonna have to get some blood on her hands if we don't want to go down by ourselves."
Jaehyun attempted to yell, Chenle's hand covering his mouth quickly.
During the little squabble the two wannabe Ghostface's were having, your hand loosened on the knife that Jeno had released to point at Chenle.
Jaehyun and you both made eye contact, silently communicating with one another. He nodded his head to the knife in your hand, you shook yours, and he looked at Jeno, raising his eyebrows. You knew what he was telling you to do. "Use the knife on your boyfriend who was actually a homocidal maniac and planned this whole entire thing."
Using the knife Jeno planted in your hand was you accepting that everything you put in for the last 3 years was over. That despite all your efforts to put him up on a pedestal as the "best boyfriend who might have an odd obsession with this slasher film" was all for nothing. That all those things people have whispered about him was true and that you were nothing more than enabler. That you were none the wiser to all these strange behaviors coming from your boyfriend.
It made you nauseous to believe that were put into this situation and you dragged innocent people into it.
Jaehyun was almost begging you, pleading you, to set all those feelings aside and to get the upper hand in this situation. He wanted you to realize that this may be the end of 3 years but that you'll be free from the gossip, from the worry of what he was truly doing, from spending an extra 3 years trying to convince yourself that Jeno is a good guy and not some maniac under wraps.
You shook your head, feeling your bottom lip tremble as you considered the options. You could either let the two toy with Jaehyun and yourself like you guys were fashion dolls, or you could attempt to end this now and give them a taste of their own medicine. It was hard to detach yourself from Jeno — you had spent every day of your life with him after that first day. You both moved in, you adjusted your schedules for one another, you shared bills, you shared chores, you shared one another. You drag your eyes along the mask that Jeno wore, silently wishing it was just some big, giant cruel prank that would end with Ashton Kutcher coming out with a camera crew and a team telling you you had gotten punk'd in this day and age.
I can't, I can't, I can't, you whispered to yourself as the tears were pouring from your eyes, gripping the knife and turning in Jeno's arm; which seemed to loosen out of habit; the knife meeting his abdomen.
"Ow!" Jeno looked at you, glaring, "You stabbed me!"
You held the crimson-stained blade in your hand, sobbing, "Please, Jen... Please don't do this!"
He looked to Chenle, then back at you, "I've never been stabbed before."
Jaehyun used the distraction as a way to make his way out of Chenle's grasp, blocking you with his body, "Both of you, you can walk away from this."
You let Jaehyun block you, exchanging the knife between your hands, allowing him to hold it out in front of him.
"Walk away?" Jeno's gloved hand covered the wound, "It's too late for that." He chuckled darkly, "You know why other killers get caught so fast?"
"Jeno, please stop!" You screamed.
"Because they don't take the extra precautions; different sized shoes than regular ones, different cologne, different clothes than regular. They never take the time to make a whole new persona."
The two walked up the stairs, pushing you both into the back row, Jaehyun's hand holding your shaking one in his, "Jeno, Chenle, please. Let us go. You already got everyone else in the theater. What does it matter if there's 2 left?"
"Because if she lives," Chenle pointed, "We're suspects."
"And if you live," Jeno whispering almost sinisterly, "She has a witness."
"I won't say a word, please... please, Jeno, you know I won't. You know I won't say anything." Your bottom lip wobbled, "Just let us go."
The movie continued to play in the background, the contours of the mask illuminated by the scene on the screen, "Don't you remember this scene, Y/N?"
You glanced at the screen briefly, being reminded of the first date you both shared; It was when Billy confronted Sydney after being arrested. Jeno was holding you close to his chest that first day together, like he didn't have a care in the world that it was your guys first date.
You shut your eyes, squeezing Jaehyun's hand in your own, which he reciprocated in comfort. Jeno spoke, but you tuned it out, trying to calm down from the anxiety attack that rised in your chest.
Jaehyun, Jeno, Chenle. Chenle, Jeno, Jaehyun. The conversation continued on and on, each arguing with one another as if it was over the last slice of pizza.
You weren't a final girl, and never did you have it in you to be a final girl. Like Chenle said, you're too humanitarian. But, you stood against the wall, your heart thumping in your chest as Jaehyun defended you both with the knife.
Everything was a blur; Jeno and Chenle teaming up against Jaehyun, Jaehyun receiving a wound on his cheek, You couldn't move. You were frozen. This wasn't a movie, it wasn't a stupid sequel to "Stab!". You were forced to watch this go on, and you could barely move.
Jeno gave a final look at you through the mask, before a thud echoed across the theater, Chenle falling right after.
You sobbed silently as you looked at your boyfriend laying on the floor of the theater, annoyed to see the cold pvc plastic of the mask and not his handsome face that you grew so familiar to seeing.
Jaehyun kneeled beside you, grabbing your hand, "Come on. We've gotta get out of here." He helped you up, and you half expected for Jeno to follow after you, not as this monster he became, but as your boyfriend.
"Jeno..."
"No, come on." Jaehyun whispered, letting you continue to stare at him as he lead you down the hallway of the auditorium. "Last time I hire Stab fanatics." He grumbled to himself, sitting you down at a square table in the lobby as he called the police on the theater's phone.
You glanced at Jaehyun, noticing the blood seeping through his work shirt, his breathing heavy.
"You're hurt."
Jaehyun quickly gave as much information as he could to the police, before he hung up and looked at you, "I'll be fine. First responders should be here soon."
You sighed, "I'm half expecting Jeno to come through the door and tell me he's ready to go home."
"It'll be hard to get used to." Jaehyun winced, leaning against the concession counter.
"I don't know if I want to get used to it."
Jaehyun sighed, "He tried to kill you." He mumbled, "He tried to have you kill me." He looked at you, "He didn't know you. Someone who loves you would never subjugate you to that."
The shock was enough to force you to stop crying, rubbing your arm with your hand. Jaehyun was right; if Jeno truly loved you, he'd never put you into this situation. The sirens and lights reflected and echoed off the walls just as the first responders arrived.
Jaehyun offered his hand to you, which you kindly took as he led you out the door.
Tumblr media
It's been weeks since everything at the theater went down. Jaehyun and you met up frequently for emotional support. You're in therapy after everything that happened. You'd still find yourself thinking about Jeno, waking up in the morning questioning where he was.
That evening at the theater, after the police arrived, Jaehyun was transported to the hospital for treatment. Leaving you alone outside the theater, sniffling to yourself. They exited just as quickly as they entered.
"Didn't see anything." One of the police officers said to another and you whipped your head towards them, making it completely obvious that you were listening.
"You telling me there wasn't two adults in hooded robes with those cheesy Ghostface masks?"
"Nope. Only those victims in the seats."
You moved back in with your mother after that. You spent more of your time looking over you shoulder, in fear you'd see your ex-boyfriend with a knife, rather than enjoying your life as it is now.
You could hardly settle in your bedroom, laying on your side watching the movie on your television screen. Nothing too exciting, just a re-run of Mrs. Doubtfire. With your head leaning on your hand and your blanket over your shoulders, you heard a creak behind you.
You didn't dare look, but from the mirror you had angled to face your bedroom door, you saw the same pvc plastic you see in your nightmares, and the shine of the blade.
Tumblr media
copyright © 2024 thewonandonly. all rights reserved.
306 notes · View notes
ijustreallylikepirates · 2 months ago
Text
DCASE20 !!!
-“this episode has sensitive topics” that’s not concerning at all odd nation cartoons not concerning at all
-TEAM JAKE LETS GO
-yall don’t wanna hear me cheering for Jake rn
-bruh Emily stop dragging Trevor like that
-EMILY WTH ARE YOU DOING
-WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO THROW TREVOR OFF THE CLIFF???
-bruh Emily I can’t like you girl
-Ally and Jake actually getting along what a miracle
-Riya you don’t deserve that fucking breakfast
-NO WHAT
-JAKE TRIED TO KILL HIMSELF???
-POOKIE WHY
-“very sus of you to say Riya” EEWWWWW
-I can’t stand Riya
-TJ I SEE YOU
-WE LOVE YOU TOMJAKE FANKID
-Riya having a tiny fanbase is wild 💀
-Jake having the biggest fanbase is so iconic
-THE JAKE CHEER???
-LET ME GET IN ON THAT
-LET THEM DO THE FUCKING JAKE CHEER OML
-YEAH JAKE WE LOVE YOU
-OH YEAH ROMAN COLOSSEUM
-WE LIVE WE LOVE WE LIE
- LMAO ALLY GETTING CUT OFF WITH THE BAG IM GONE
-AW DEREK REMINISCING ON HIS TIME WITH TREVOR IN SEASON ONE
-TREVEK PARALLEL???
Tumblr media Tumblr media
-I’m so normal about them (I’m not)
-NOT TREVOR IN THE FUCKING TREE IM DEAD
-“aw son of a bi…scuit” you’re gay
-I just made up a trevek kiss chant
-yall definitely don’t want to hear it
-FIORE IN A BUN THATS SO CUTE
-“watch it 😡” eat him up girl pls i hate you too but keep humbling him for your dad
-“I love walking across shaky planks 😅😰” LMAOOO
-the romantic tension between Riya and Yul is insane
-YAY
-I LOVE WHEN YUL FALLS DOWN FROM GREAT HEIGHTS
-what happened to Yul’s burn did shit just disappear???
-YEAH JAKE YOU EAT
-Emily
-the sigh that I just sighed rn is insane
-“my nails are getting callouses 😩😡” are you sure you’re straight honey
-no way these two are just fighting like children rn
-this challenge is giving season 1 finale
-THERE WERENT SUPPOSED TO HE SCORPIONS???
-I’m gonna hunt Emily down
-PLEASE
-PLEASE GET RIYA OUT
-THE WAY YUL SCREAMS MAKES ME GIGGLE I CANT DO IT
-ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY
-why are these two still running with their arms up like npcs wtf
-yul why the fuck did you jinx that
-JAKE???
-JAKE ISTG
-TREVOR AND DEREK THE ICONS
-ICONIC DUO
-EW DEREK THAT LAUGH
-Emily go away stop being a bitch for two seconds
-“and I love him” THE GAYS THE SILLIES THE HOMOSEXUALS
-DEREK LOVES HIM TOO HE BLUSHED HE LIKED THAT KISS
-AW YEAH JAKE YOU GOT THIS
-YEAH GRAN EMILY TAKE HER AWAY
-AW WERE TREVOR AND DEREK HOLDING HANDS
-PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GET RIYA OUT
-IM BEGGING PLEASEEEEEE
-Ally you eat
-I love you girl keep slaying
-JAKE NO
-I HAD FAITH IN YOU DUDE
-I BELIEVED IN YOU
-COME ON HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME
-JAIDEN I LOVE THEM
-ALLY THANK YOU FOR LOSING YOUR GEMS
-JAKE I BELIEVE IN YOU STILL
-LETS GO JAKE
-WE WONNN
-TREVOR DEREK KISS RN
-AW THEYRE HOLDING HANDS THE SILLIES ILL EXPLODE RN
-KRISTAL YOU BITCH THEY WERE ABOUT TO KISS
I LOVED THIS EPISODE
JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE
TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK TREVEK
TEAM JAKE COME ON JAKE LETS GO
13 notes · View notes
gh0stsp1d3r · 3 months ago
Note
https://www.tumblr.com/gh0stsp1d3r/753814463982059520/hey-dudes-shes-gonna-have-a-bigger-part-im-so
it’s so refreshing to see people that actually like her😭
they either like riara or they just don’t like her for no reason🧍🏽‍♀️
me personally i think they’re gonna be so cute and hopefully have a lot of domestic and intimate scenes together🙂‍↕️ and i really really hope she’ll be rafes safe space and the person he can turn to when he needs someone
also they better have a lot of kiss scenes i need to see that so badly gosh🙈
UGH NO FR 😭!!
I do not wanna see anyone hating on Sofia this season, no no.
YOURE RIGHT. It’s either because 1. They wanna see riara be canon (it’ll never be.) 2. They believe he should stay single because they’re too in love with him. Or 3. They’re just misogynistic!
I need them to have more scenes tg fr! I need Rafe to be happier this season pls and thank you
YESSSS. kiss scenes pls im begging
like from what we saw of her she was rlly sweet and kind, and Rafe seems to trust her enough to confide in her. he seems to like her company.
SOFIA GET BACK I WILL DEFEND U W MY LIFE 🤺🤺
also unrelated but I have seen people say her character saved no purpose? YOURE WRONG.
she served as a real, stable thing in Rafe’s life when everything else seemed to be going to shit. he had no one else at this point, not his father, not Barry, no one. but she gave him advice and he took it to heart. He knew what he had to do. she serves as sort of an anchor for him, something to keep him kind of grounded throughout all the crazy.
I’m really excited to see more of her and Rafe tg. I love them with my life actually
18 notes · View notes
brainddeadd · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
The Walking Dead: Seasons 1-3
spoiler alert ⚠️
Overall thoughts:
I'd choose Daryl to be by my side in an apocalypse any day. Michone too. Glenn as well.
Who is the sweet angel baby boy??
GLENN IS SWEET ANGEL BABY BOY 
“Who are you? (…) Rick Grimes? You got something you want to tell me? (…) Let me process this. You saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there!?"
Arms 
"I dropped the key." "Couldn't pick it up?"
"WELL👹YOUR👹HEAD👹AIN'T!👹" 👹👹👹👹
Daryl hiding under a dead body is feral and iconic
"Am I the only one zen around here? Good lord." - Daryl Dixon (s2, ep2) - he sounds like Sheldon Cooper when he says that
Walker: * groaning* Daryl: shut up *shoots it* ICON
"Except my ass itched something awful." - Daryl Dixon (s2, ep 3)
Shane killing Otis is fucking insane
Not Maggie, just straight up being like, "I'll have sex with you" to Glenn.. I get it hun I get it
"Some men do not earn the love of their sons." ouch
Daryl getting Carol a rose and knowing what kind of flower it is. Bringing it back safely and putting it in a 'vase'. And people say he's heartless. "I believe this one bloomed for you little girl." 🥹🥹🥹🥹
Daryl getting impaled on his own arrow fuck
Daryl covers himself up like a Victorian lady when Carol brings him food and not knowing how to respond when she kisses his forehead 🤣
"I can't profess to understand God's plan. Christ promised the resurrection of the dead. I just thought he had something a little different in mind."
fuck Shane
Shane being a dick and opening the barn and Glenn asking Maggie for permission to kill the walkers cause he knows they were family
Lori is really fucking annoying
Daryl finding out that some people touched little girls - terrifying
thank GOD Shane is dead
Can they not control Carl for even one second the fuck
Who the fuck keeps zombies on a leash like dogs?????
Arms 
Daryl and Carol being cute lil besties
"Today's your lucky day, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go."
CARL HAVING TO KILL LORI OH MY GOD
Andrea sucks.. pls die
"Nope. No way. Not her. We ain't losing nobody else. I'm going for a run." (s3, ep4) Darylllll yes
"Kid just lost his mum. His dad ain't doing so hot." (s3, ep4)Love you Daryl baby
Daryl my beloved
Arms 
T-dogs death was unnecessary bro
adore Michonne
Michonne just leave Andrea in the dust please im begging you
"Little ass kicker, that's a good name, right? Little ass kicker."
Daryl with a baby lord help me
A Zombie.. hunger games ?? Boxing match ???
AYO DARYL TAKING A FLOWER TO CAROLS GRAVE CAUSE HE THINKS SHES DEAD
A phone ringing?
"GO BACK" MICHONNE MY LOVE
Michonne please kill Merle
DARYL'S MUM !??!?!?!?!
Daryls so gentle with Carol
Michonne getting the food to the prison - She's so lovely
"Don't you worry about your old man. Imma keep my eye on him." Daryl bby dont ever change
Maggie gets to kill the governor. She has to.
Stabbing the Gov in the eye. Queen.
"The smell, it's loud." Pardon ?!?
Daryl leaves them for Merle ?!?!?! Yuck!
Rick seeing the ghost of Lori is fucken wild
Can the Governor die now please
At this point, if it's not about Daryl and the team, I don't wanna know about them - just give me my found family
Mama stilinski what are you doing here?
Daryl please come home
s3, ep 10 - this is where I started to actively take note 
“You quite a lady.” Yes she is, but not for you. 
Daryl knowing that it’s a baby crying and not wild animals - immediately going to check it out. Of course Merle is acting like a dick. 
ARMS
CLOSING THE WALKERS HEAD IN THE CAR’S BOOT HOLY SHIT 
Daryl putting the crossbow on Merle when he’s stealing from the family with the baby 
“They didn’t owe us nothing.” You did save their lives bby 
“THERE👹WAS👹A👹BABY!” 
“Man I went back for you. You weren’t there. I didn’t cut off your hand neither. You did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. You asked for it.” Finally someone says it. Finally Daryl sees it. 
DARYL’S BACK
HOLY SHIT 
OH MY GOD
NO 
SDKFNHRUE
“I didn’t know he was-“ “Yeah, he did. He did the same to you. That’s why you left first.” JNFJHEFUSIOJWEL IMMA KILL 
“Back where I belong.” Yes sir, I know that’s right. 
“Damn near killed the Chinese kid.” “He’s Korean.” WE LOVE TO SEE GROWTH 
“You know, I may be the one walking away, but you’re the one that’s leaving. Again.” I am not ok. I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this. 
“This rage is going to get you killed.”
THE GOV SHOWING UP AND KILLING AXEL 
DARYL NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME FOR YOU TO SHOW UP
WHO 
THE 
FUCK
IS 
THAT
WHY ARE THEY DELIVERING WALKERS 
GLENN 
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU
OH NOW YOU SHOW UP 
BUT LATE GLENN
Oh shit Rick
DARYL YES
Ew Merle
S3, ep 11
Carl telling Rick he should stop being the leader was not on my bingo card 
The Gov wanting children 13+ to fight in his war 
Gov lying to Andrea - unsurprising 
“You go to that prison, you stay there.” Or the both of you can just.. disappear..
I’m with Glenn on this one. Remove Merle. 
Merle can read????
“When the governor returns, he’ll kill me first-“ GOOD I’LL PAY HIM TO DO IT
“This is our home.” “This is a tomb.” Well damn Daryl, why’d you come back then???
“He’s your brother, but he’s not good for you. Don’t let him bring you down.” STOP HURTING ME WITH DARYL’S STORYLINE 
HIS LIL LAUGH WITH CAROL 
Andrea fuck off
Milton two-timing Andrea is iconic - sucks that it’s for that piece of shit tho
Andrea doing Michonne’s pet walker thing 
Tyrese and his gang witnessing it 
Merle approaching Michonne 
Tyrese is too pure for Angela and the Gov
Rick setting Andrea straight 
“Next time you see Phillip, you tell him I’m gonna take his other eye.” As you should 
“Go to hell, Michonne.” Have you seen the world you live in? 
“He sent Merle to kill me.”
“You chose a warm bed over a friend.” Preach 
Tyrese run 
“Shane loved Rick.” “Shane loved Lori.” No he was obsessed and stalkerish with Lori. 
Carol asking Andrea to sleep with Gov and then kill him is wild but like.. pls do. 
Rick giving Andrea a car, knife and gun - he better than me, I’d leave her for dead 
HOW IS CARL READY
HE IS A CHILD
Ugh Andrea you bitch just kill him 
S3, ep 12
Driving past a hitchhiker - I get it, but fuck man that would suck 
The car getting stuck in the mud is instant karma but I hate it 
Carl boy it is not her fault the car got stuck 
THEY LEAVE HIM BEHIND AGAIN
‘No guilt, you know that’ what 
‘Turn around and live’ ??
Carl shooting the shooter in the town was unexpected 
Morgan’s story… fuck man 
Walkers just chilling in the cafe thingy that Carl wants to go in 
“I think she might be one of us.” Hell yes she is Carl 
Love the lack of judgement from Michonne 
Walkers got the hitchhiker 
S3, ep 13
Where in the hell are they? 
I love the angel wings on Daryl’s jacket - they’re such a juxtaposition to his personality and the stereotype of leather jackets and their wearers 
WHY IS THE GOVERNOR THERE ?!?!?
Daryl shoot him
Please 
Just get it over with 
Gods Andrea just fuck off 
“Great. He bought his butler.” Daryl I love you
“You better watch your mouth, sunshine.” Marry me 
Merle shut the fuck up
Andrea shut the fuck up 
Bringing up Judith’s parentage is a low blow fuck 
“… for failing to see the devil beside you.” “Oh I see him alright.” Damn ok Rick 
Daryl’s “after you” and then killing more than the other guy 
Guys why are you fucking when there’s imminent danger ?!?!?!
Rick don’t you dare 
Ok like, thank you for not giving Michonne over, but also.. fuck 
NO 
RICK 
NO 
DON’T YOU DARE
NO
S3, ep 14
I swear to god Rick Grimes if you give Michonne over to that pice of shit
Michonne knew the pet walkers 
“They deserved what they got. They weren’t human to begin with.” Oh ok. So not people we liked. 
What the fuck is the Governor doing 
Milton finally growing some fucking balls and telling someone about the Gov’s plan to kill them all anyway 
THE WHISTLE EW 
Do it Andrea do it shoot him go on do it do it kill him
The Gov does NOT get to kill Andrea 
Tyrese RUN
Ok the Gov is actually fucking insane 
Like I knew that
But fuck
Like dude 
Chill out 
You’re waisting petrol on the chick you slept with 
THE WHISTLE AGAIN
WHO SET FIRE TO THE WALKERS?!?!! TYRESE ?!?!?
HOLY CRAP 
HE TOOK HER 
TO THE TORTURE CHAMBER 
S3, ep 15
RICK GRIMES 
DON’T YOU DARE
DARYL DIXON
DON’T YOU DARE
DON’T BRING MERLE INTO IT 
“I’m a damn mystery to me.” Not to me buddy. You’re an abused turned abuser. 
“I’m here for my brother.” I actually hate you. 
“He say he was sorry yet?” I love that you actually think he has it in him to apologise bby.
“Cause he is.” don’t even boy 
“Imma make him. There’s gotta be a way.” Daryl bby, ily but he beat the shit out of him. That’s not going away any time soon. 
“I care more about her than I care about me.” Glenn sweetie, you’re in an apocalypse 
Lmao Daryl’s face at the mention of crystal meth. Good boy. 
“Do you even possess a pair of balls, little brother?” Man go fuck yourself Merle. Daryl’s more man than you’ll ever be.
“I just want my brother back.” Daryl bby, he’s not worth it.
THANK GOD RICK 
MERLE GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER 
His voice actually causes a physical form of hatred to course through my body 
MERLE NO
FUCK
RICK HELP HER 
DARYL STOP YOUR BROTHER 
FUCKEN HELL 
DON’T YOU DARE HURT MY BABY
“I wanna marry Maggie.” I get it my guy I do. Me too. 
Please let Merle die 
Why does he never die 
Merle letting her go???
DARYL JUST LET YOUR BROTHER GO 
Merle what the fuck 
Did Merle just lead the walkers to the governor ?!?!?!
MERLE WHAT THE FUCK
Is the governor going to be the one to kill Merle????
HE JUST BIT OFF HIS FINGERS
THE FUCK
HOLY CRAP 
He shot him 
Governor shot Merle 
Holy shit 
GLENN PROPOSES 
SKANF;JKADNF;IDSF
YES
YES
HOLY 
CRAP
SHIT
FUCKBALLS
YES
Rick finally talking sense 
Oh god Daryl please be careful 
NO
PLEASE 
NO 
NOT DARYL CRYING 
NO 
PLEASE
I CAN’T HANDLE THAT
NO 
FUCK
THIS IS WORSE
HE HAS TO KILL HIS BROTHER 
FUCK 
NO 
PLEASE NO 
NO
THE WAY HE FOLDS IN ON HIMSELF 
SDKFNOSIHFN
OH GOD 
NO NO NOJNKJNWDOIFKNP
HIS LITTLE CRY 
No 
The rage 
The sobbing 
His body falling 
Fuck no
His heaving breaths 
Fuck 
Daryl 
Jesus Christ Norman why’d you have to act it like that 
I know I wanted him dead but I didn’t mean for Daryl to have to kill him fuck 
S3, ep 16
MILTON BURNT THE WALKERS 
Holy crap the Governor is insane Jesus 
“What would your daughter think about what you are?” Oh ok Milton, you want the Torture torture 
Governor telling Milton to kill Andrea and Milton trying to kill Governor, so Governor kills Milton, who then turns and kills Andrea.
“Either you kill or you die. Or you die and then you kill.” 
Carl’s pissed 
RICK AND MICHONNE FLIRTING !?!?!?!?
Tyrese and Sasha my loves 
THAT’S A BIG ASS GUN SHIT 
They’re gone sucka 
Andrea the man is gonna die and then he’s gonna eat you. Stop being a whiney bitch.
WAS SHE RAW DOGGING HER SHOES 
THE FUCK
Sneak attack 
Carl shooting a surrendering teenager.. shit 
He just killed the people he’s supposed to be protecting.. psychopath 
Mama Stilinski surviving hell yeah 
Carl is brutal 
Rick and the others going for Andrea just after Milton bites her 
“No one can make it alone now.” “They never could.” 
Michonne staying with Andrea as she kills herself to make sure she doesn’t turn 
Them bringing the town to the prison to get them away from the Governor 
13 notes · View notes
bratshaws · 1 year ago
Text
through the hourglass 172. brb x oc
Tumblr media
a/n: this chapter ended up being too long and this hellsite couldn't fucking handle it so I had to cut it in half 8) anyway, I've been wanting to use this gif for a while and im glad im able now. thank you guys for reading! I love yall!!(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: none uwu
goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)
chapter
1/
116/117/118/119/120/121/122/123/124/125/126/127/128/129/130/131/132/133/134/135/136/137/138/139/140/141/142/143/144/145/146/147
/148/149/150/151/152/153/154/155/156/157/158/159/160/161/162/163/164/165/166/167/168/169/170/171
(pls let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! )
taglist: @mirandastuckinthe80s @roosterschanelslut @wiipes @lcahwriter @novastories @gretagerwigsmuse @frenchtoastix
@lizzie-rdj @fanboyluvr @atarmychick007 @comebacktoearthpls
@peachiicherries @mak-32 @lizziespidiepridie @roosterswifey @ollyoxenfrees @piceous21 @sqrlgrl22 @hofficoffi @lexhalstead3 @lorilane33 @legendarydreamersharkparty @luckyladycreator2
@emilybradshaw @j-6o @louisahale @leobabbyyy @booklover2sblog @winter-run @ktjmac @graciereads @bigpoppajes @taytaylala12
@caitsymichelle13 @becks-things @caatheeriinee07 @fanboyswhore9 @jesfreedark @katiemcrae @lilmonstrjedi @hobiismyhopeu @teacupsandtopgun @insominac23 @gh0stsgoodgirl @mygyn @chavivaelisheva @kmc1989
-
Some would say Rooster was being mean, some would say that he was being just right.
Some,however,would say that Maverick was rubbing off on him way too much.
Honestly he was just trying to keep the younger pilots’ minds occupied for right now.
As a seasoned pilot himself,- seasoned, he thinks while scoffing, I’m just ten years older than they are at best - he understood the importance of focus and discipline, especially in high-pressure situations. He knew that distractions and complacency could be dangerous in the field, and he wanted to ensure that the younger pilots were prepared and ready for whatever challenges they might face.
“Sir!” Faraday’sd out of breath voice calls, “Sir, can I stop?”
“Are you done running?” he gestures to the training room, moving his finger in a circle, “The whole area?” and Faraday groans, nodding his head in silence before joining the others.
Rooster stands with his arms crossed, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watches the young pilots gather in the training room, running their third lap and already begging to stop? Amateurs. They need to build endurance and stamina to excel in their roles as pilots.
“How are they doing?” Maverick’s voice catches him by surprise, his uncle standing a few steps behind him, “I thought I heard someone whimpering.”
“It was Faraday.”
“Sorry SIR!”
Maverick pursed his lips, “Third lap?” Rooster nods, following the group as they reach the curve, “You’d think they’d know about this now.”
Rooster chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "Did you?"
Maverick nods, his eyes fixed on the young pilots as they continue their run. "Sometimes, but that’s pretty good.Endurance is key in this line of work. It's not just about physical stamina, but mental strength as well- pep that step McAllister!” he claps his hands so the young pilot runs faster, and he does, looking almost embarrassed,”They need to learn how to push through the pain and fatigue, to keep going even when it feels impossible."
Rooster glances at Maverick, a knowing smile on his face. "What’s that? That sounds way over your league,Mav. Almost…an admiral speech.”
“I will leave you in this frozen hell.” he warns, punching his nephew’s shoulder gently, “But it’s true…they gotta know how to do it. This life isn’t going to be soft on them.”
Rooster's expression turns serious as he looks back at the young pilots,still running. "Yeah I know,I– Raptor!" one of the female pilots look at him in surprise, “Why are you back there? Your friends are up there!”
“Shit! Sorry sir!” and the woman tries to speed up her step to meet the others.
With the distance between them and the two men, Rooster sighed, ‘...I read more of the debrief.”
Maverick raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "And?"
Rooster's hand comes up to scratch his jaw as he glances at his uncle. "There are things we need to focus a lot more on, it’s…I know I debriefed everyone but I have this…feeling." he frowns, “It’s like my gut is heavy with lead, I feel like we need to train them extra hard.”
Maverick chuckles, "Oh, I see where you're going with this. You want to spice up their training a bit, don't you?"
Rooster  gives him a weak smile, but he’s not as excited as Maverick hoped. "Pretty much, yeah."
Maverick chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "You really are taking after me, aren't you? Always looking for ways to challenge and test your team."
Rooster finally laughs, sputtering and looking away. "Alright, okay, let’s not go that far, alright? Jeez.." but he was joking. Inside of him was…a bit warm with pride, he was no longer angry at Mav, not like before, and he was okay with that. He was happy with that.
Maverick crosses his arms, a proud smile on his face. "I admire your dedication, Rooster. Just remember to find the balance.” he pauses, “You are doing good.”
“Hm?”
“With this.” he gestures to the running recruits,” You really are.” there was something in Maverick’s eyes that made Rooster’s heart clench almost…with guilt? He wondered if Pete was seeing what his dad would have achieved. He could see in his uncle’s eyes the shadow of fear and worry before he looked away. He couldn’t even ask him more because Maverick held up his hand, “It’s fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry.” his voice did seem choked up but he put on a brave face.
It’d be awkward to tell the recruits what was happening.
"Yeah, you're right," Rooster replies softly, crossing his arms and he goes back to the words Pete said before this happened "Balance is important. I'll make sure to challenge them, but also support them when they need it. We're a team, after all."
Maverick nods, "That's the spirit, Rooster. Just don’t traumatize them."
“No promises.”
Rooster's gaze lingers on Maverick for a moment as they laugh. What was he thinking right now? Was he…questioning what he could’ve done? Not that Rooster didn’t think he would, he knew Mav had more guilt than he let on - than he used to rub on his face - because of his father.
“He’d be proud of you.”
Oh.
That…came out of nowhere.
Rooster was shocked, for a few seconds he stared at Maverick with his mouth hanging open, staring at him with his eyes wide and body rigid. He was talking about his dad,of course he was talking about his dad, who else would be proud of him after all? Maverick meets his eyes before chuckling, gesturing to the group of pilots, “They are going on lap four.” He mentions, “You better have something prepared for them once they are done.”
Bradley was still digesting what Pete said, but he nodded out of habit, licking his lips and returning his focus on the running recruits. He inhaled shakily, he…well, he was happy to hear that, his emotions were going all over the place honestly. Maybe it was a mix of missing Beatrice and Nicole with the sudden proud words from Maverick that made him feel like that.
He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure as he processes the weight of those words, every single syllable is a mix of heavy and light, like he’s floating in a place where gravity was so dense he didn’t know how that happened. His father would be proud of him. It's a sentiment he's longed to hear but never expected to come from Maverick.
With a deep breath, Rooster finally manages to find his voice. "Thanks, Maverick. That means a lot." He tries to hide the emotions welling up inside him, not wanting to appear vulnerable in front of the recruits or his uncle. He glances at the running pilots, refocusing his attention on the task at hand. "That…was really good to hear.."
Maverick claps him on the shoulder, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "I mean every word.I know you'll do great, Rooster. Your father's spirit lives on through you, and I can see it shining in the way you lead and train these pilots."
Rooster nods, again inhaling sharply, clearing his throat before looking away. He feels like a little boy again, asking Maverick about the stories he shared with his dad, the ones his mother never told him because they were too painful. He didn’t get that then, he couldn’t understand why she couldn’t just tell him about the things he did, so he’d always ask Maverick about it.
And he’d always deliver, he’d always go into detail - well, not too much, he was still five years old then.- to make Rooster’s eyes widen with pure amazement. He’d ask him what else they did, what they did for fun, how many ships did they see? It was everything his little child’s brain could compute at once.
Rooster's mind is flooded with memories of those childhood conversations with Maverick, tit was amazing how everything was coming back all at once, without stopping, barreling his brain like a bull ready to throttle a toreador. The longing to know more about his dad, to understand who he was beyond the heroic tales, resurfaces in that moment. Maverick had always been there to fill in the gaps, to keep the memory of his father alive.
As the recruits continue their run, Rooster takes a moment to reflect. He's come a long way since those childhood days of curiosity and innocence. He's forged his own path, becoming a skilled pilot and leader in his own right. He achieved more than his father did and once, he felt almost…ashamed of it. Like he didn’t have the right to take that from him, that he couldn’t be as happy as he was…but over time, he managed it.
And now, hearing those words from Maverick, he realizes that he's earned his own place. For real.
“...yeah…” he whispers, “Thanks again.”
“Don’t mention it.” he mutters back, patting his arm, “You deserve it….anyway,how’s Bea? How is everything?”
“She was uh, watching Dr.Chimp with Nicole when I called her.” Maverick gives him a weird look, “It’s a show about a chimpanzee doctor. She loves it, Bianca’s influence.”
“Oh, that’s the little blonde girl,right?”
Rooster chuckles at the mention of their niece, grateful for the lighthearted moment amidst the weight of their earlier conversation. "Yeah, Bianca has quite the influence on her. And she’s not so little anymore…she’s like, reaching my stomach almost.” he frowns, “Fuck she’ll be half my height by fourteen, I don’t know if I should worry about it or not.”
“Because Nikki will be the same.” his uncle adds, “If not taller than you.”
“She’s not going to be taller than me.” but he doesn’t know that, especially considering how big she already was, with her little legs almost stretching comically in a matter of months.”...anyway they're doing great. Bea said Nikki is growing…up so fast, it's hard to keep up sometimes. She thinks she’ll start walking soon- keep up with the others Warhog! Keep up! Go go!" the recruit almost yelps, but runs towards the edge of the room like the others, “And uh, yeah, that’s…that’s good.”
Maverick's smile softens as he listens to Rooster talk about his family. "Of course she is." he chuckles, “She’s really eager to do everything. She was even born before you guys thought, that’s how she’ll always be, I think.”
Rooster's gaze drifts towards the recruits, who are now finishing their run. The sweat glistened on their foreheads, huffing and puffing like dogs after a sled race. "You think so?"
Maverick nods, his eyes following the recruits as they complete their run. "Yeah, I think so. Nikki is very determined already, you said it yourself she’s curious and we both know she’s vocal, so she's going to be a force to be reckoned with."
Rooster watches the recruits with his thoughts drifting back to his own journey and the lessons he's learned along the way. "You know, sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if my dad was still here. If he had seen me become a pilot, if he had met Bea and Nicole. I wish he could have been a part of all this."
Maverick's expression softens, understanding the longing in Rooster's words way too well. "I know, Brad. I wish he could have been here too. But let me tell you something. Your father may not physically be here, but his presence is still very much alive." he sees Rooster’s lips quirk up in a smile, “Something funny?”
“No, you sound like Bea.” he whispers, “She said that to me so many times…I believe her,especially after I met Martha.” the mention of Beatrice’s aunt makes Rooster reach for his dog tags, where he slid the little cornicello at least for a little while. 
“Is she…”
“The witch lady?” he chuckles, “The one and the same. She’s been helping us a lot ever since we got married, Bea said it’s because she adores us so much, because we are…connected. We’ve always been connected even before meeting each other, past lives and all that.” Rooster mutters but he’s not sure if Maverick believes that.
Maverick listens attentively to Rooster, arching his brow "Connected, huh? Considering how you are with Bea…." he trails off, but Bradley knows exactly how he’ll continue this conversation, “You worship the ground she steps on, honestly, you look like this puppy dog ready to follow her any and everywhere in a matter of seconds.” they meet eyes again, Maverick’s smirk widening while Rooster scowls just a bit, “It is pretty cute.”
“Why do you all tease me so much about it?”
“Because it’s cute.” his uncle repeats, “Also, you may tell them to stop,I think one of them might faint in a few seconds.”
Rooster flicks his eyes to the still running recruits - indeed, some of them are more sluggish than the others and the training isn’t even over yet- “Break time! Ten minutes.” a chorus of groans, ‘thank Gods’ followed by all of them flopping to the ground like a bunch of fish out of the water, "They’ll live,” he mumbles, “They have to, we are just starting after all.” his thumb rubs the side of his wedding ring and he frowns feeling a little nick - it was barely visible - touch his finger.
“I feel like we are connected.” he mutters after a few seconds, “I can’t explain it. It’s almost like…my life was preparing me for when I met her. No other relationship of mine got this far, hell,I never even met some of my exes’ parents…and now I’m married to Beatrice…and she is just wonderful.”
“...see now you know why we tease you so much.”
Rooster laughs dryly, shaking his head as he props his hands on his hip bones, “Thanks. Your support is lovely.”
Maverick chuckles, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Hey, teasing is just our way of showing love, Brad.” he elbows his nephew’s arm again, “ And trust me, we all see how happy Bea makes you. It's a beautiful thing. You deserve all the happiness in the world."
Rooster's scowl softens into a small smile, his gaze still fixed on the recruits taking a much-needed break. "I never thought I would find someone like her, someone who understands me, supports me, and loves me unconditionally. It's like we were meant to be together."
Maverick nods in agreement. "Sometimes, life has a way of bringing two people together, even when it seems unlikely. And when that happens, it's something to cherish and hold onto with all your heart."
Rooster's smile widens, a warmth spreading through his chest. "Yeah…Bea means everything to me, and I'll do whatever it takes to make her happy."
Maverick claps a hand on Rooster's back, his voice filled with pride. "I have no doubt about that, Brad. You're a good man, a great pilot, and now a loving husband. Now,” he points to the resting recruits, “You better make sure they finish training.”
“Huh?”
“There’s more?”
“Aw man!”
Rooster's eyes glimmered with amusement, “You guys didn’t think we’d stop at that,right?” he pulls out his phone to open the timer, “We are almost done, and when you guys finish resting - which will be in a few minutes - we are going to do three sets of fifty. To keep it easy.”
“How’s that easy?!”
“Sir!I can’t feel my own legs anymore!”
“Too bad,Warhog, you’ll have to use them.”
Maverick's gaze turns soft as he watches the banter. The more he looks, the more he sees Goose right there, next to him. How strange it is to be standing next to Rooster, seeing both Goose and Carole in his face and remembering how Nicole looked like both of her parents, although both him and Beatrice agreed she looked more like Rooster - even if his nephew didn’t agree.
Maverick crossed his arms, inhaling quietly as he kept his eyes on Bradley, he knew what this mission would lead to. He was quite aware of what would happen, he was pretty sure Brad knew it too, he just didn’t say it outloud. The question is: was Bradley ready for it when it happens?
45 notes · View notes
tojisun · 5 months ago
Note
omg so sorry i didnt understand the sabrina carpenter post? different edm as in? sorryyy
omgg pls dont apologize!! edm as in edmonton, the oilers’ home ice!
post is basically op playfully (or is it…) begging the oilers to play better in home ice—“i beg you, don’t embarrass me, motherfuckers” LMAO—especially after todays game :’33
too much rambling under the cut, pls ignore again!!
the oilers scored FINALLY after a shutout on saturday’s game, so it was genuinely their first point in the finals round AND THEN THEY NEVER SCORED AGAIN 😭
panthers racked up points, and the game ended 1-4. the panthers took the lead in the series (2-0)
the oilers were always consistent in the way that they get back up in the second game, but today broke that streak so fans are stressing, and rightfully so.
the panthers are a behemoth. bobrovsky (their goaltender) is insane on his own; they broke down how much pucks make it past him and 0% of ones that are sent on the ice make it (idk how else to explain it but it’s when you hit a puck with your stick, and the puck glides on ice). he stops those shots 100% of the time. his weakness, they said, are pucks sent from the shoulders and up but those are rare so, in a sense, bobbys got those covered too 😭
and the panthers’ forwards? fucking assholes (positive). they’re so flexible and fast; you think they’re being marked properly, then next thing you know they’re angled to the goal and then the puck is flying and then boom—they score.
(im not an athlete so do forgive me for these nonsensical comments, im just really buzzed)
AND THEIR DEFENSEMEN? menaces. theyre hot on your heels, and they TAG TEAM PEOPLE. mcdavid has been, as ESPN eloquently said, “double teamed” (sounds like a euphemism 😭). they also tried to, and succeeded with, separating mcdavid and draisaitl because these are the oilers’ best duo. in their prime, their shots always made it in. in this season’s games, mcdavid would be checked by two players, and draisaitl would be slammed onto the glass protector or something, and the deliberate way they are being iced out of each other made it difficult for davo and drai to do their duo plays
and its not just them, but every hard hitter in the oilers would find themselves marked by two people once theyre in the offensive zone. its an insane play (i havent watched enough hockey yet to be able to put hockey reference but this type of defense is so consistent and prevalent in basketball, especially against bigger players. so seeing it be applied on ice was so sick too)
AND THEIR STEALS? DUDE. the panthers are so good at snatching the goddamn puck. sure it led to many MANY cross checks, but its still undisputed that in their aggression, they make insane plays
additionally: matthew tkachuk? a scrappy kitten. he is so terrifying on ice, cute when being pulled away from fighting, and his shaved sides reminds me of johnny 😭
BUT YEA. theyve always been an insane team but its different seeing them play against the oilers who, from what ive seen this season, were a beast of their own—with davo at the core of it
3 notes · View notes
mikonez · 6 months ago
Note
i dont know what malevolent is. but pls tell me about priest boy, im begging,,,
HAPPILY I'm so glad you asked I never want to shut up about him <3
[I'm guessing you don't mind spoilers? if you do, don't read under the cut and shoot me another ask djdjd]
So,,, priest boy is called Oscar Nolastname and he is the love of my life, likely severely depressed, likely an alcoholic (not selling this very well ummmm), sopping wet cat, Scottish but lives in 1930 nyc, runs a soup kitchen, gets his arm chopped off by the man he's know for one (1) day whom he has called his purpose within a few hours of knowing him (arm chopping was necessary, Arthur didn't just, like, go crazy). He's literally the sweetest guy ever and deserves the world and I want to give him a lil kiss ❗️❗️❗️
unfortunately he's only in season 4 (ep 32 to 38) but! I'm currently daydreaming about blackmailing harlan (the podcast creator) into giving us more oscar like a normal and perfectly sane person would
6 notes · View notes
authoratmidnight · 2 years ago
Text
im begging ppl to use just a pinch of common sense pls.
i keep seeing people bringing up the ‘season 4 in production’ and ‘season 4 cancelled’ things from the chapter 276 translations and. I am BEGGING people to
1) understand the concept of a joke.
2) use an ounce of common sense and realize that maybe ‘trust me bro’ is not, in fact, a reliable source
3) the 3rd season literally only had 5 episodes out at that point. no anime ever is going to announce a new season at that point.
The ‘season 4 in production’ announcement was made by a snipe scan team on a very poor translation of the chapter, presumably to screw with people by making bank on the fact that the vast majority of readers do not speak/read Japanese and will not bother to fact check(it’s NOT in fact, that hard to find the raws and throw it quickly through google translate for a rough idea of what it says if u wanna check). We do NOT get anime news like that in the manga. On top of that the place it was put, said NOTHING about the anime (it was the blurb box that mentioned Opera being a SD and teacher). It was fake, stop treating it like legit news(like, there was LITERALLY no source guys come on).
The ‘s4 cancelled’ was a JOKE meant to poke fun at that translation (you would think by now ppl would realize that the Misfit Scans team has, a sense of humor). Also the box it was put in was the ‘to be continued’ one(i.e, one with nothing important in it).
We do not know if or when s4 is coming. And any news about it will be posted on the official anime twitter, not in the manga.
14 notes · View notes
calliettes-posts · 11 months ago
Note
okay so contrary to what many fans feel like (even me for the longest time), i'm actually starting to feel quite okay with the door thing being dragged out. solely bc we are watching teenagers in real time. It was anaïs' first ever crime and she was stuck between two of the people she loves most. i wouldn't have known what to do either at that age. I honestly feel like it's really realistic that she walked around with it for that long. okay granted, im still pissed at some of the writing choices, bc they made Bobbie loose all of her well roundedness as a character and im still pissed af they added that SA storyline. and the fact that it's again the black girl that has to take everyone into consideration. like pls how much shit did they throw on her this season? (maybe bv we called ada's season a snoozefest?? idk?) but i'm really feeling okay with everyting. between a&b too. They've reconciled and honestly there's still a lot they have to figure out, but i'm fine with that being something we'll see snippets of in the next season. i'm trying to channel my inner 16 yo. If i would have gone through the same shit they've encountered i wouldn't be where they are. they are actually willing to listen and grow!! we've seen this in bobbie and their friends! i'm actually so done with the narrative that everyone is shitty to anaïs. they're only just starting to navigate their way into adulthood. they've been noticing shit! shit man i was a depressed fuck going out with fake ID's and at one point i fell in love with a girl while still dating another. but still hella insecure and i was pretty bad at making friends irl so i spent most of my time on here. my life was freaking messy too. as a viewer it's easy to want shit resolved or see progression sooner bc it's more entertaining to watch. but i feel like they've done a great job taking in consideration we are watching them in real time. (if we forget how shitty the wtfock team is with their social media, i'm begging again, hire one of us pls). idk i'm just really happy to see this kind of representation in an original season. let's not forget we all loved sobbe, zoenne and like in other countries the other remakes bc it was tried and tested!! Imo wtfock had really redeemed itself after ada's season and they've taken notes from druck and skam france. good notes. end of rant.
That's actually a very interesting take, I haven't thought about it this way tbh. I think my biggest problem was that they added dramatic plots and dragged them out, just to resolve them in 1 minute clips, like why was there so much build up just for it not to matter in the end? And with the door plot, my biggest issue was that we saw the same conversation over and over again, but tbf, like you said, it kind of makes sense for Anais to act this way, i just wish theyd put more emphasis on her dilemma, if that makes sense, and if we had more social media, maybe I would've felt differently Also I felt like they put too much importance on Hanne and Bobbie instead of Anais, the actual main, because we had lots of plot lunes for her established in the first season, just to abandon in the 2nd half, and quickly resolve them last minute, and let's not even talk about the sa plot, that was so unnecessary
Tbh, I also think Anais season is way better than Adas, especially the first half of the season, it was more entertaining to watch, and the plotlines were all connected with eachother
3 notes · View notes
lillyblogsmizu · 9 months ago
Text
THISSS UGGHHH this is why we can't have anything nice
taigen is sexy as hell and set up for the JUICIEST redemption arc but the girls are too far up in their own butts to see the bigger picture like mother literally made us angus with the good steak and we're out here crying for the dollar patty cheesburger like COME ONN
also are we literally not gonna talk about how taigen lowkey has ALREAdY redeemed himself partially by taking up TORTURE for mizu??? his fingernails are gone my guy. they plucked them out one by one begging for mizu's location and told them NOTHING. AND when they were at the forge taigen DIDN'T EVEN MENTION IT???? like "you have to let me thank you" but UHH he was there because of mizu in the first place and took it up the butt for her and HE wants to thank HER for taking the baby steps to common decency to bail him out of a tough situation like cmoonnn bro Comon CMONNN BROOOO COME ONNNN
akemi girlies listen i GET IT, i see the vision, i completely understand, YES it would be hot but listen, like. season 1 was the setup for them, okay?? it's JUST the setup, like we're establishing both mizu's backstory and akemi's backstory. taigen gets no backstory because in season 1 he's already getting a headstart into mizu's pants ok, akemi is close behind but she's probably gonna wait til season 2 to get that ball rolling so honestly if im being so honest right now please give taigen some space to get it innnn UGGHHH this fandom is so starved for taimizu content just GIVE US SOME SPACEEE GIVE US A CHANCE PLS AKEMI GIRLIES LET US HAVE ONE CHANCCEEE ADKLA;JSD;AJ
let taigen FUCK let him COOK let him make mizu breakfast in bed let him get weird boners let him give her lil forehead kisses let him say the funniest cringest shit known to man let him have rizz let him get mizu wet let him get topped let him get pegged like come ONNN
ending rant ON POST but know for a fact that im still ranting in my head and im gonna be ranting for the rest of the day I WANT TO SEE MORE SEXY TAIGEN SEXY MIZU CONTENT im already writing the fics im already making the art i wanna see MORE BECAUSE IF IM GONNA BE HONEST by season 2 it's gonna be TOO LATE!!!!! im 99.999% that season 2 is gonna be for the akemi girlies and by that point it's gonna be all over for us taimizu simps so we gotta act NOW we gotta ride at dawn before we get bulldozed PLEEAASSEEUHHHH
“We need more reception arcs like Zuko’s!”
Baby girl, you couldn’t even handle Taigen.
A huge reason why Zuko has been immortalized so fervently is because ATLA came out in the mid 2000s, nearing two decades ago. With the state of basic reading comprehension, much less media literacy, social awareness, and chronically online behaviour that exists nowadays in a way it did not exist fifteen years ago, I would be surprised if the live action ATLA tv adaptation didn’t make Zuko a bit more likeable right off the bat. I’m not saying I agree with it, but if the show-runners are concerned about audiences reactions to Sokka’s (wrong, but relatively mild) sexism that exists in only the first few episodes of the show, then the idea of redeeming Zuko has got to be terrifying them. Tbh I don’t entirely blame them, even though I’m not certain it’s a good idea for the story as an adaptation.
261 notes · View notes