#sorry for my voice. and for my editing. and for my analysis. sorry for all of it

[violentlydefending]

Why The Dance Club Is The Best Part Of Disco Elysium

a quick little video essay i made on the anodic dance club a while back that i figured i may as well share here--if you end up checking it out, i hope you enjoy!!

[ramp-it-up]

Knock You Down: IV

Photo credit to @thebluemage. Edit mine.

Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. But when he meets you, he finds out that sometimes love comes around, and it knocks you down. Finally! Date Number Threeeeee!

This is a follow up to Part III

Word count: 3.5 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This is the final part! (For now) I think that this is one that I will definitely write in answer to asks. I just love these two so so much! Thank all of you for rocking with me on this one. This was in part inspired by Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run 🫠, and partially inspired by an old song by some problematic people, lol. This is the result. As usual, I am Basil Exposition, so this is broken into parts.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. SMUT!!!! The end of the Slow burn, now it's burning very fast 😅. Cursing, flirting, jealousy, apologies, Bucky cooking (a warning!), kissing, dry humping, dirty talk in both English and Romanian, voice kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), protected sex (yay Bucky!) And these two are so fucking fluffy. I'm scared, y'all. I want it to be good enough for the build up.

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As soon as he entered the Brownsville Arts and Culture Center, James Bucky Barnes was hot. Blood was rushing to his ears and he needed a drink. He wasn’t sick; his symptoms were all due to you.

The black dress that adorned your body contained all of his hopes and dreams, but you seemed to be flirting with another man, twirling for him and then giving him a hug. To add insult to injury, you had the nerve to laugh and smile with the punk. 

You in that black dress was everything in the world that Bucky could want, except maybe you out of that black dress. As his eyes traced down your form, he noticed the 5 inch red bottoms that you had on. Yes. You, out of that dress with just the red bottoms. That was what he needed in his life.

But first, he had to take care of that other man.

—-

“Benson’s work emphasizes the subjects’ spiritual essence over their physical appearance, don’t you think?”

You turned around at the sound of the deep baritone. 

“Well hello, Mr. Rogers. How are you today? Delivering an art analysis given to you by AI? Oh. I forgot. You are an ‘art dealer.’ An art dealer who goes to Soul Cycle in Brownsville all of a sudden?”

Steve clutched his heart.

“Ah. I’m hurt, Y/N. I thought we were cool. But I guess I deserved the air quotes.  I do actually love art. I took some art classes when I was a kid and I still love to sketch.”

“Hmmmph. Okay. I’ll give you that. But how is it that you popped up in my Soul Cycle class? Don’t play me, Steven.”

Steve raised his eyebrow at you and grinned. He understood why Buckiy was so drawn to you. Not only were you gorgeous, you were a spitfire. That was hot.

“I would never try to play you, Y/N. I also actually love Soul Cycle. Used to teach a class in Park Slope.”

“I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover, can you?”

Steve’s eyes slid over you appraisingly.

“Speaking of. You look very, very nice today.”

You twirled for him, feeling as safe as you would your brother.

“Nice. Okay, listen. I’m sorry about the other day. I was just trying to protect my friend. And you.”

Steve sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’ve never seen Bucky like this. He’s never been this smitten with someone before and let them into his life. But I get it now.”

Steve’s blue eyes were almost as beautiful as Bucky’s.

“Bucky is my family. Since we were kids. He’s always taken care of me. And I will do anything for him.”

He raised his eyebrow at you.

��I can see now that means that I will do anything for you, because I have a feeling that you’re gonna be around a lot. So do you forgive me?”

You considered Steve. He was not too different from his best friend, and you couldn’t hold a grudge. Not after Bucky laid it all out to you last night You opened your arms.

“Let’s hug it out.”

Steve chuckled and gathered you into his warm embrace. You pulled back and giggled, grinning at him.

“So what makes you think I’m gonna be hanging around?”

“Well, judging from the look on Bucky’s face, he’s serious about you.”

Steve nodded behind you, toward the door. You looked that way and saw James Bucky Barnes headed straight for you. 

And he didn’t look happy.

—--

“Good morning, Frumoasă. You look stunning today. The exhibit is amazing, the space looks great and it seems that the right people are in the building.”

Bucky came up and placed his hand on the small of your back as he spoke to you, ignoring Steve. His blue eyes were storm clouds at the moment, and his touch was electric.

“Thank you, James. You’re so observant, I appreciate that. And you look very handsome today.”

You looked him up and down and bit your lip, meeting his gaze and the way he kept eye contact as he inclined his head in response. 

Bucky was attractive as hell in his black on black shirt, blazer and slacks. You noticed that his collar was unbuttoned; the medallion hanging on his chest made you want to take it between your teeth. You stared at it for a moment, imagining such a scenario where that could happen and then met his eyes again, prompting desire to roll through you as Bucky licked his lips. He was right there with you.

You smiled at him in a way that you didn’t smile at Steve. Who was Steve Rogers, anyway? You could hardly remember meeting him as your mind went to the feel of being in Bucky Barnes’ arms.

You sensed an air of proprietariness as Bucky took your hand and kissed it, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Possessive Bucky Barnes felt like a sin you wanted to indulge in. You cleared your throat and looked at Steve, as if surprised to find him still standing there, watching the show.

“Well, I see some board members over there, I’m going to go do my job. Talk to you later, boys.”

You walked away and gave them a wink over your shoulder, and you caught both of them looking at your ass. You shook your head and chuckled as you went on your way.

“You trying to steal my girl?”

Everyone stopped when Steve laughed, his deep boom a distraction. Bucky still wasn’t amused.

“Oh. So you’re in love.”

“What?”

“You’ve never worried about me taking your leftovers or vice versa before. Hell, we’ve even shared–”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

Bucky snapped at Steve who put his hands up.

“Whoa, there. Just yanking your chain, buddy; I know she’s special. I wouldn’t dream of making a move on her. Not that she knows I’m alive. When you walked up, I thought I was going to have to take off my jacket so you two could fuck on the floor.”

Bucky was barely listening to Steve as his eyes followed you around the room. One thing Steve said was echoing in his mind: “So you’re in love.”

—-

You floated through the rest of the day on a cloud. The exhibit was a smashing success with the 

Board of Directors in attendance. Securing Howard Benson’s penultimate work from Rebirth was the feather in your cap. 

And you had Bucky to thank for it.

Bucky’s visit was also a hit; he and Steve charmed the board members with the help of Sam and Nat, who arrived later. They all made amends for what occurred that week and you were left very impressed with James Barnes.

After a couple of hours at the event, Bucky came over to let you know he was leaving.

“I will see you later, Frumoasă. I have much to prepare for tonight. Nico will pick you up at 7:30.”

“See you soon, James.”

He kissed your hand again.

“See you soon, Y/N.”

—---

“It is actually insanely attractive how you handled yourself in the kitchen.”

You were seated with Bucky on his couch in his living room, looking over the New York skyline from his Brooklyn penthouse. The dessert had been delicious and the wine in your hand was spectacular. 

“I was sure you’d order something in and just play it off. But I watched you create a meal in front of me, and I should have known that if you said you were going to cook, that you would do just that.”

Bucky’s heart beat double time at what you were saying. He wanted so much for tonight, but most of all, he wanted it to flow naturally. He saw that you were relaxed and open to him, which pleased him immensely.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Frumoasă. I enjoy cooking for my friends and family. Cooking for a beautiful woman is a treat.”

Bucky’s eyes slid over your form. You had changed to jeans and a color block sweater that just put your cleavage out there for the world, which was Bucky Barnes, to see. You also wore the same red bottoms from that day, and Bucky was beginning to think he had a foot fetish as you took them off at his entryway.

You took a sip of wine.

“How often do you do that? Cook for a woman?”

You barely hid your curiosity.

Bucky smiled and drained his glass, reaching over to refill it.

“Not as often as you’d think. Never had any other woman over here. Food is not usually the top priority with them.”

You pouted, which was so cute. Your spark of jealousy inspired Bucky.

“But I don’t want to talk about anyone else. Tonight is about me and you.”

Any uncertainty that arose was quelled by his assertion. You grew warm, so you finished your wine and rose to go to the window. 

“This is the most gorgeous view I’ve ever seen.”

“Absolutely agree.”

You looked behind you and Bucky was still sitting on the couch, hands spread out on the back of it, checking you out. You gave him one of your adorable smiles and he came to stand behind you, and took you in his arms. 

“I want you to know that you deserve everything, Y/N. To be cheered on and protected every day. And thoroughly ruined every night.”

You turned around and his hands went to your hips. It was the perfect moment.

“James?”

“Can I have a kiss?”

Bucky’s eyes dilated, and he moved his hand to your cheek. He licked his lips as he looked deep into your eyes.

“Ah, Frumoasă. I thought you’d never ask.”

His first movement was a subtle brush of your lips. He pulled back to assess the situation, and you didn’t know why, but that made your nipples tighten into stiff peaks. You gasped as Bucky watched you hungrily. 

The air seemed to change around you, and you shivered. He lowered his head so his lips could meet yours again, and this time his mouth was gentle but demanding. You gasped at the spike of electricity that flared between you and Bucky took the opportunity to dip his tongue into your mouth, scorching your lips and soul. With a low groan, he shifted your angle, bending you backward a little to kiss you deeper and ripping a moan from you as you melted against him. 

Good lord, could the man kiss. 

At that point, he was holding you up, one hand on your hip and one hand on the back of your head as you molded yourself against him. Bucky’s fingers dug into you, sure to leave bruises the next day. You relished the thought as you moaned into his mouth again, giving him the opportunity to continue destroying your soul. 

Bucky dragged his lips from yours reluctantly and stared at you, eyes almost black with desire. He brought his thumb up and wiped the moisture from your bottom lip. Motivated, you captured his digit, drawing it into the hot wetness of your mouth. He stared at you, mouth open, as you looked him straight in the eye and started sucking.

Bucky moaned as he pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth, and walked you back to the couch. He extracted his finger, watching the show your lips put on as he pulled it out, leaving them in a delectable pout. 

“More,” Bucky demanded as he crouched down and took your head in both hands as he kissed you again. 

His hands wound up in your hair, tugging gently, then on your back, then your ass as you arched your back to fill his palms. Bucky picked you up, then deposited you on his lap as he sat down on the couch, and you felt how aroused he was. His thick length was where you needed him most.

“Fuck! That feels good.”

Bucky was watching you grind on him like it was the best show on earth. Then he looked up at you.

“Yes, yes it does.”

He leaned forward and captured your bottom lip between his teeth, a preview of how rough he wanted to be with you. Then, he went in for another kiss. That continued for a good five minutes until he pulled away to stare at your swollen lips, and down to your cleavage, which was practically in his face.

When his eyes met yours, you were entranced.

“You good? You want this to happen?”

You nodded and took his hands in yours, guiding them up to your breasts, squeezing yourself with his hands. You rolled your hips, causing his breath to hitch in his throat.

“Like you said, James. More.”

You continued to grind on him, causing him to just gape at your body moving on his.

“I’ve dreamed of this so many times…”

“Yes? Tell me about your dreams, Baby.”

His hands moved to find your nipples through the lace of your bra and the wool of your sweater. He found them in no time, and pinched them lightly, then more roughly when you moaned.

“Mmmmnnnn. So fucking hot.”

Bucky kissed you again and then pulled away as he stared you down and tortured you. 

“I dream about marking you up,” he kissed your neck under your chin, “to your clavicle,” a kiss there, “and all over this beautiful flesh until I get to your nipples.” 

He looked at you for any signs of discomfort as he slipped his hands under your sweater to find the thin lace there. He found your hard peaks again and started rolling them both in his fingers.

“Then I want to kiss and suck them until you come in my arms.”

“Holy god, Jamie….”

Bucky’s eyes rolled at the second pet name you called him and continued.

“Wake up so fucking hard every morning since I met you. Then, I daydream about how wet and tight you will be after I made you cum, and how good it would feel to… to give you my cock. Do y’like that idea, Frumoasă?”

“Y-yesssss!”

“O să te fac să vii pe penisul meu iar și iar, Frumoasă.”

You almost came right then.

“D-don’t know what you said, but yes to whatever you just suggested.”

Bucky pulled you to him, and then chuckled into your ear.

“It means that I want to make you cum over and over again on my cock.”

You were already making a mess in your jeans, but you knew he could feel you soaking them at the moment.

“Please. Give it to me?”

Bucky groaned and kissed you again, this time encircling your waist in his grip and pressing you down on his bulge. 

“You know I can’t deny you anything. Are you certain?”

“Yes, James. Please…”

He lifted you easily, kissing you as he walked you down the hall to his bedroom, depositing you on his bed. 

“Y’look so fucking good.”

He crawled toward you on the bed and settled between your thighs as you hitched your leg over his. You pressed your core against his bulge and it had you muttering.

“Too many clothes.”

Bucky leaned up and you were fumbling with his button and he with yours. You looked up and laughed. 

“Maybe faster the other way.”

“Agreed.”

You two made quick work of your own garments, flinging them around the room between frenzied kisses. The way your eyes widened when Bucky got naked made his chest swell. He wanted you to always look at him like that.

“Wow…,” you said as your eyes roamed his physique.

His cock seemed massive as it slapped him on the abs.

“Wow, indeed,” replied Bucky as he took you in hungrily.

Your white lace underwear looked amazing against your skin and against your cunt it served to make him hungry.

He moved toward you again, kissing up your leg until he got to the edge of your panties and nudged his nose there, making you squirm.

“Smell so good, look so good…”

Bucky kissed at the edge of your underwear,

“I just know you’re gonna taste good too..”

He moved to the center of you, placing a kiss over your lace-covered sodden slit. Then, he looked up at you and smirked before he leaned down and licked you over your panties. 

“Fuck.”

He pulled your panties to the side and gazed at you there. 

Those blue eyes threatened to steal your soul as he gazed at you and confessed, “This is the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen,” and proceeded to lick a rude stripe up the center of you after he tore your panties away.

“Oh my god, James.”

You rolled your hips again and reached down to feel Bucky’s soft hair. He pulled your hips closer and his lips suckled you with more pressure, adding one finger, then two to stretch you out. 

“Gotta get you ready for me, my love.” 

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you moaned through Bucky thrusting his tongue inside you, then pulling back to focus on your clit.

“I c-can’t.. I–”

“Give me my cum, Frumoasă!”

You locked eyes with him as he buried his face in your cunt and shook against him as you came embarrassingly fast, pulling on his messed up curls.

“So fucking delicious. Taste.”

He took your head in both hands and kissed you deeply, and you responded by sucking your essence off of his tongue. You reached down and started stroking his cock, overjoyed and a little bit scared that your fingers didn’t meet around him as he unclasped your bra.

Bucky whimpered as your thumb came up and stroked his sensitive head, spreading his precum over the wide, mushroom cap.

“You’re so fucking huge, Bucky…”

Bucky pulled you toward him as he reached into his bedside drawer for a condom and a bottle.

“And you’re so wet, Furmoasa. We will make this work. Believe me…”

You continued to stroke and watched him as he brought the wrapper to his teeth and him tearing it open was about the hottest act of sexual protection you’d ever seen. Somehow, your mouth ended up sucking his tip as you watched his eyes roll back into his skull.

“That beautiful mouth…”

Bucky put his hand on your head as you tasted him experimentally, wondering if you’d ever be able to take it all. He seemed to read your mind as he spoke next.

“Don’t worry, I plan on us having a lot of practice with this later, but if you don’t let me put this condom on, I’m gonna cum all over your face, Frumoasă…”

You looked up at him and grinned as his cock jumped in your mouth, but you finally pulled off of him with a pop.

“I need to feel you around me when I cum love. S’all I’ve been dreaming of all week.”

Now his chest was heaving as he rolled the condom on, and he pushed you back onto the bed as his hand went to your core once again. You were even wetter than before and Bucky smiled at you, lining up and kissing you on the forehead as he began to breach your folds.

When he slid inside, your fingernails curled into his shoulders and your eyes grew wide. Bucky stopped, concentrating while his cock pumped, barely inside you.

“There is nothing. In the world. Like being inside your soft, wet, cunt.”

“Fuckkkkk!” 

You became even wetter and he slid fully inside you. There, Bucky waited for you to get adjusted around him.

“So fucking tight. And hot. Just like I knew you would be.”

“More, Jamie!”

Smiling, Bucky started moving and you gripped him as he stroked in and out.

“Please don’t stop. Harder!”

Bucky grabbed the headboard and gave you what you wanted. His other hand pulled your hair and his strokes became more intense.

“Wanted to last longer, but I can’t, Baby. So beautiful. Pussy made for me. Cuming soon, but later… O să te fac să vii pe penisul meu iar și iar, Frumoasă. I never make a promise I can’t keep.”

You orgasm whited out your vision and your throat burned as you screamed. Bucky roared, filling the condom with copious amounts of cum. Your cunt was milking him and he hoped it would hold. He stayed sunk into you as long as he could before he had to get up and rid himself of the prophylactic.

He was only in the en suite for a few minutes as you floated in and out of sleep, lust drunk and exhausted.

Bucky climbed back into bed and got both of you situated under the covers, whispering in your ear.

“Stay tonight.”

“Of course. That was the plan, wasn’t it?”

Both of you chuckled, because you knew it was true. Bucky kissed your ear and waited for your breath to even out. When he thought you were asleep, he whispered again.

“I’m going to be a better man for you, Frumoasă.”

“You are exactly who you need to be, James Barnes. Just keep moving forward. Tomorrow is another day to do that.”

After a few more minutes, you spoke again.

“Tomorrow will only be a week that we’ve known each other. Imagine that.” 

Bucky buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“Guess I better wait until tomorrow to ask you to marry me.”

You laughed a sleepy laugh.

“You got jokes.”

“You know me, Frumoasă. A professional comedian.”

But somewhere in the dark of Bucky Barnes’ closet, a diamond found some light and sparkled.

——

The next morning is here ;)

Please, please! Let me know!

[canmom]

Hello! I absolutely love your blog, everything from your festival recounts to animation analysis and programming (one of tumblr's recommended posts was the one where you made your own rasteriser, and I liked your attitude in what I've read so much that I'm gonna attempt to conquer my 3-year-long grudge against using opengl during college and do something similar now that I'm a bit older and have no deadlines :D).

But anyway, I have 2 questions (sorry if there's easily accessible answers, tumblr search is not helping): 1. During your animation nights, does the screen stay black while everyone watches their own video while you provide commentary? I haven't caught any yet but maybe someday! And 2. do you have any youtube channels or just one-off video essays that you like that also cover animation/directors? Or, even programming lol.

Sorry for the long ask have a nice day!

hiii! i'm very touched that you like my dorky eclectic blog <3

For the Animation Nights, I just stream the video over Twitch from local sources on my computer, typically by playing the video in mpv and recording it in OBS. This is obviously not ideal from a video quality perspective, but it's the easiest way to watch video in sync without making everyone download files in advance. Then we all chat in the Twitch chat box (in large part to crack stupid jokes, it's not that highbrow lmao). I've gotten away with it so far!

As for youtube channels, I can recommend...

anime production/history (i.e. sakuga fandom)

SteveM is likely the most sakuga-fan affiliated anituber. He makes long, well-researched and in-depth videos on anime history, usually themed around a particular director or studio.

Pyramid Inu might be my fave anituber - very thoughtful analysis of Gundam, obscure mecha anime and oldschool BL and similar topics. tremendously soothing voice too.

The Canipa Effect does excellent deep dives into the production of specific shows, both western and anime. I appreciate the respect he gives to the Korean animators of shows like AtlA in particular!

Sean Bires's 2013 presentation on sakuga is pretty foundational to this whole subcultural niche, and a great place to get an introduction to the major animator names to know and significant points in the history of anime. unfortunately a couple of the segments got slapped down by copyright but the rest holds up!

animation theory (for animators and aspirants)

I'm going to focus here on resources that are relevant to animation in general, and 2D animation. if I was going to list every Blender channel we'd be here all week :p

New Frame Plus is one of the best channels out there for game animation, describing in tightly edited videos how animation principles work in a game context and analysing the animation of various games. highly recommend

Videogame Animation Study is similar, examining the animation of specific games in detail

the 'twelve principles of animation' (defined by Disney's Ollie Johnston and Frank Thomas) remain the standard approach to animation pedagogy; there are various videos on them, but Alan Becker (of Animator vs Animation) has quite a popular series. I haven't actually watched these but many people swear by them! Dermot O'Connor expands the list to 21. Note that some of the terminology can be a little inconsistent between different animators - c.f. 'secondary motion'...

Dong Chang is an animator at Studio NUT, who produces a lot of fantastic, succinct videos on standard techniques in the anime industry, timesheet notations, etc. etc. Studio Bulldog, a small anime studio, are a good complement; they focus more on douga than genga and are generally a bit more traditional.

programming

big topic here, I'm going to focus on game dev and tech art since that's my field. but also some general compsci stuff that's neat

SimonDev - graphics programmer with a bunch of AAA experience, fantastic explanations of advanced optimisations and some of the more counterintuitive aspects of rendering

Acerola - graphics programmer who makes very detailed guides to a variety of effects with a very rapid and funny 'guy that has seen monogatari' editing style. When he's good, he's really good. His video on water is probably the best one I've seen (though I can recommend a couple of others).

TodePond - the most charming, musical videos about recursion and cellular automata you've ever seen. less programming tutorial and more art in themselves.

Ben Eater - known for his breadboard computer series, a fantastic demonstration of how to go from logic gates up to the 6502 with actual hardware. worth watching just for how clean he puts the wires on his breadboards like goddamn man

Sebastian Lague, Useless Game Dev - both do 'coding adventure' style videos where they spend a few weeks on some project and then document it on Youtube, resulting in a huge library of videos about all sorts of fascinating techniques. great to dive into

Freya Holmér - creator of the 'shapes' library, makes videos on mathematical programming, with gorgeously animated vector graphics. Her video on splines is a particular treat.

There are definitely many more channels I can recommend on these subjects, but I'll need to dig into my history a bit - unfortunately I need to rush out right now, but hopefully that should be good to be getting going with!

[k8-marsh]

songs that sound like chloe price sung them

okay so (naturally) i have playlists for most life is strange characters and i found a bunch of songs that sound like chloe sung them! :) it sounds more like her voice in 'before the storm' (rhianna devries) if anyone is interested. so yeah! i just thought it was cool! a lot of the songs also really suit chloe in their lyrics/genre too ^^

also i added photos to help you. visualise. hope you enjoy.

Sorority Girls - Mommy Long Legs

this one is so very chloe, especially with her hate for the vortex club (more specifically, victoria and nathan)

Hey, hey, hey, boys, let's go to the frat party The theme's white people, get your roofies ready Shoot their parent's money away And act like assholes every day!!!

I Threw Glass at My Friend's Eyes and Now I'm on Probation - Destroy Boys

honestly, for all of these songs the entire song sounds like her! this whole album in particular 'Sorry, Mom' is very chloe.

anyway i think this song could kinda be about chloe and frank ;

'Cause you're scary as shit, dude! Like I don't know really know what I can tell you You kinda freak me out, but we can be friends

Never invite me over ever again Just kidding, please do! I really wanna hangout with you

obviously NOT in a relationship way but frank was definitely a bad influence on chloe and someone she kinda looked up to. so i think it kinda fits!

Duck Eat Duck World - Destroy Boys (again)

okay... i'm about to put the whole album at this point, the singer's old voice really sounds like chloe!!!

this song seems like other people's criticisms of chloe;

Ever since you cut your hair You're so different, you don't seem to care Staying out late, X's on hands Since when do you like punk rock bands?

then this verse kinda seems like chloe talking about max leaving her -

I liked the girl with the long locks What's her name? I forgot Ten years and we haven't talked Well, there's a new girl on the block

and the 'new girl' is rachel!

Green eyes leaning in on me Green eyes, am I what you wanna see?

guess who has green eyes... that's right guys. rachel amber. are you seeing these links or what.

this analysis isn't, like, that i think that the artists wrote these songs about chloe, i just love thinking about songs in terms of chloe. as you can tell.

A few other songs from the same album that match chloe with their lyrics:

No Respect - chloe criticizing david!

You don't own everything I've been here for years Stop meddling in my affairs and I'll stop middling yours Get out of my face Such a typical dude Thinking that every tiny little thing is just about you

Goldilocks Spot

This one is kinda sad/subdued. I think this suits Before the Storm Chloe too, i mean she went through a LOT of shit.

My handwriting kind of looks like my dad's Tell me your story, it won't make me sad

...

I don't wanna talk about it anymore I don't wanna talk about it anymore I don't wanna talk about it anymore I don't wanna talk about it anymore So I won't

Junk

The title just gives me junkyard vibes, which is totally relevant to chloe :)

My car exhaust clinging to the base Shiny and lost with onion ring remains Precious flowers lost within the hour I guess you can say they were written to decay

Long and gone Long and gone, long and gone, long and gone Lost my junk again Lost my junk again

B.F.F (Actually from a later album!)

This reminds me of Chloe's breakdown in the junkyard. you know when she just started smashing everything. you can draw a correlation (fancy) between the title and max...

Nails through my baseball bat I'm telling you to step back girl, step back You're dead, you're dust, you're sewage now (< william!!!) You dug your grave and then you asked me how

edit: you thought i was done? absolutely not. i completely forgot about ashly burch's songs!!!!!!!!! MUAHAHAa.... okay. these are usually covers/parts of a show or play so they don't have as deep meaning. but obviously i'll find a way to relate it to chloe.

(Cover) Black Sheep by Metric

I love the second video so much, it's animated by this totally awesome dude on reddit (https://www.reddit.com/r/lifeisstrange/comments/3nzxhc/animation_of_chloe_price_ashly_burch_singing/) but the video is private so I attached a different youtube link in case anyone wants to watch it.

Who's The Princess Now? (from Muzzled: The Musical)

The scream of 'who's the princess now, BITCHES??" is... very chloe to me. a little context, this song is from a very peculiar youtube musical episode series thing that ashly burch stars in, i watched it a few years ago and it's definitely something. it's actually got a bunch of popular youtube-musical people (like Joey Richter from Starkid) if anyone's interested. you can watch it here!

Song Battle (...also from Muzzled: The Musical)

okay. so for some reason i really love imagining chloe having a rap battle against victoria for this. someone please make it into an animatic. maybe i will.

How Do I Look? (you'll never guess where this one is from...)

i can also imagine chloe having a sick makeover and like chloe and rachel helping her. or something like that... anyways. rad.

Anyways. That's it for now, i hope anyone who remotely wanted this enjoyed it!!! i hope it helped if you wanted to create a playlist or animatic or anything or just have a little chuckle.... um. please let me know if you have any more ideas because my chloe playlist can never be long enough.

[bisnes-socks]

stephanie

hehehe i loved this song so much i'm so happy. i was worried going in, because the mixing kinda killed bluza for me, but this one was mixed to perfectiooooon mwah.

first of all, hello brit rock, hello alex turner vocals, hello nostalgia!

the song beginning with the drum beat had me paying attention to that, and it's a really cool, innovative base for this sound! i love how decorated the percussions are, so many little details, pings and pangs building the drum part and making it interesting. and that they're not afraid to add effects to the drums! the little 80's vibe frum fill right before "and then a lightning strike just fills the place" is so fun. once again hats off to jure on this one, i talked about him a lot in my first šta bih ja analysis and he's truly an excellent drummer in my opinion.

this song has such an interesting structure me. i love that it doesn't have a super obvious verse chorus verse chorus structure. the way the song is built feels very much like a storytelling vibe to me. and i love love love LOVE how at the very end, the music/melody and the vocals go like out of sync. the syncopated vocals are so delicious so interesting and super skilled songwriting. the musical details in this are so cool and there are so many, i have to keep listening to find them all. (i'm writing this in a hurry just to get my initial thoughts down, might do a deep dive into the musical aspects later.)

now i know i made fun of bojan earlier today and that was a joke, because i do have serious thoughts about the lyrics as well.

i think this song is basically about how he romanticises people, places and things. i think he knows that, and i think maybe, since this was originally meant to be a happy song, maybe it was originally meant to celebrate the fact that he sees so much good in people, that he finds people so fascinating and how much he loves making connections. but maybe on the day he wrote the lyrics, being such a... well, puppy of a person (and i genuenly say that with nothing but love, because it's an admirable quality) felt heavy. it's draining, to feel so intensly so easily.

i don't think the lines at the end, about love and happiness not being meant for people like him, are meant to be taken 100% seriously - or at least i think they are meant to be taken in the context of a specific moment and a specific feeling. i think the song very much recognises love is everywhere in his life, but feeling the spark of a specific type of love, only to have it die before you even get to explore what it could mean, is a moment of angst, and the lyrics rise from that moment.

i think everything about this song feels like a moment in time, a moment in the past. the sound is so nostalgic, i think on purpose, the lyrics are in past tense, the voice is edited in a way that makes it sound like it was recorded on an older system or through a phone or something, just the whole package, it gives this vibe of him remembering stephanie, and even though he's moved on, it's a moment of remembering the past and recognising that moment as something substantial. this just has that vibe of a song "about the one that got away" and it's gone now, but it's okay to feel a bit angsty about it on a friday night alone in your bed.

but things in the music, like a lot of the synth details, bring this playful, optimistic and positive sound into the song. and that gives me the sense that he's over it, she's a beautiful memory, and yeah sometimes he's bitter about it a little bit, angsty about it. but she's a story now. a beautiful story that means something to him, but just a story after all. i don't see it as a sad story, i see it as a story of myriad emotions. it's very much.. life.

bonus: i'm so sorry i know it's a heartfelt song and like i said i genuenly love it!! but i cannot help that it reminds me of carol brown by flight of the conchords

[ginger-berrie]

SO I JUST SAW FALSETTOS LIVE FOR THE FIRST TIME

HOLY SHIT OKAY. HEY GUYS I JUST GOT BACK FROM SEEING FALSETTOS. LIVE. MY FAVOROITE MUSICAL EVER. I HAVE WORDS TO SAY.

So firstly I of course have to say this musical is fucking phenomenal and if u havent seen it even on youtube you HAVE to. onne of the best musicals ever wrutten. ignore any typos in this my hands r still shaking and im not editing htis. OKAY.

The actors. It was a college level production but the actors were so so talented. My favorite performances were from Mendel and Jason, who both pulled off their roles INCREDIBLY. Mendel was like a carbon copy of Brandon Uranowitz he had his mannerisms DOWN. All the nervous ticks, touching his face, being generally so awkward all the time, even his face was just perfec t for the role. And Jason was played by an adult femme-presenting person but they were so good as him!!!!! their voice fit him perfectly and she also perfectly encompassed Jason;s awkward childlike nature. The entire cast was incredible but those two really stood out to me!!!! Everyone's singing voices as well were fantastic, especially Trina's—she KILLED the high notes and even sung up the octave on a few lines !!!! including the "but still the bastard divorced me" and she still belted the "you must exorcise a devil" even AFTER Im Breaking Down. In fucking sane.

THAT BEING SAID THOUGH. Even though i enjouyed every second of it I do wanna make some more analysis-related directing critiques because im fucked up and evil about this show . im so sorry just let me speak here meaout. Stating right now though I've only seen the 2016 revival (about 2 dozen times) and not the original 90's version (been meaning to watch it just havent gotten the chance) so i reserve all TRUE judgement until after I see it!!! maybe some of these choices were in the original but tbh if they were i still like how the revival did it better. okay i swear im not just one of those ppl who is like "tHaTS noT hOw ThEY dId iT On BroADwAy" calm down. thanks <3

First of all. Some of the scenes lacked energy !!!!! Thrill of first love had no homoerotic choreography!!!!! they just kinda sat there on the couch looking morose and barely looking at each other as if they truly just hate each other and feel ANYthing towards each other anymore at all. But thats not the point!!!!!! They dont fully hate each other theyre just lacking the excitement that they once had and it's been replaced with nothing but disagreements and sex. When Whizzer and Marvin do their gay little dance theyre not just dancing and being gross and sexual theyre also FIGHTING!!!! they still care about each other they just dont know how to act!!!! and marvin's a bitch of course. Marvin was still very much a bitch. But because of the lack of energy in this song there was a bit of a lack of chemistry between the two as well, which carried through the whole show. I feel like it's important to see just how gross fucked up n nasty these two are about each other to see how its truly affecting the other people in Marvin's life. Even their chemistry during the chess game was lacking. They just kinda felt like they really hated each other. Which isnt the pointtttttt. Guh

Trina (or the directors idk) also made some choices I wasn't 100% on board with but they were more subtle. Mostly in her tone about Mendel. Up through Please Come To Our House she seemed to really really like Mendel. Like it was clear she was attempting to woo him. But then when he was proposing, and when they were maknig their home together, she just seemed. Unenthused. I know Trina truly doesn't really love her life, and just needs the stability of a nuclear family, but it was odd to see her not even attempt to keep up the facade on her own. Her and Mendel were similarly lacking in a lot of chemistry because of this, which, maybe to some of you makes sense but to me i do want to see them be close even if Mendel isn't absolutely the best.

LAST CRITIQUE OKAY. This one is BIG SPOILERS if u havent seen it yet but probably if ur reading this far youve already seen it okay. The fuckign bar mitzvah!!!!! There was no acknowledgement from Whizzer to Jason as he was reading his Torah !!!!!!! He just layed there in the hospital bed, facing AWAY from the audience so we could only see the very top of his head (which was on purpose for a quick change but) and he didnt get up at all to thank Jason or even acknowledge him :( for all the audience knows maybe he didnt even see Jason get bar mitzvahd. screaming crying throwing up.

OKAY IM DONE W BEING MEAN HERES A BIG CHANGE I REALLY LOVED !!!!!! as well as some smaller changes that i also really liked or were jsut neutral things i noticed

For most of act 2, up until Days Like This, They had this really cool circus imagery? Now once again idk if this is in the OG, but they had a picture of each cluster of characters set up on either side of the stage, and each of them was doing some sort of circus act both in the pictures and on stage, especially during A Day in Falsettoland. When a character was having their point in the song, they'd sometimes cut the lights briefly and suddenly the characters would be struggling to perform their little circus act, and each of them had a differnt one respectively and they all represented their immaturities/flaws/struggles:

Jason was on stilts, representing his need to grow up and perhaps his perceived mental maturity compared to the other characters

Trina was balancing/spinning plates on sticks, representing her need to keep balance and order in her life

Marvin + Whizzer were fencers because of their lingering animosity, yet newfound respect, for one another. Fencing isnt a dangerous sport, like you dont actually hurt your opponent in it, but it;s still a fight and youre still pointoing a weapon at them. guh. (AND BTW they did this during the racquetball scene and HOLY SHIT. I just gotta describe this one. Racquetball number 1 They had their little racquets as they were singing to each other but then when they got really into the game the lights would cut and then theyd be FENCING each other instead!!!!! and then the lights would cut again and itd go back to racquetball!!!! BUT THEN in the racquetball number 2 when it cut to them fencing ONLY MARVIN HAD A SWORD. WHIZZER STILL HAD HIS RACQUET. GIUUHUHGGHGHGHGHGH.;..,.,/;;'.';.;'[[[.)

Then the lesbians from next door were like a duo balancing/acrobatics act where they were always leaning on each other and picking each other up which was cute but also like. Charlotte would start falling in one direction and Cordelia would have to scrambke to catch her. I always hail them as the healthiest couple in the show but sometimes i forget they have problems too, like Cordelia;s insecurity and Charlotte's stress over the virus of course.

And finally Mendel!!!! was the fucking ringmaster!!!!! He had a hoop and a top hat and every time he was trying to calm down Jason (Everyone Hates His Parents), or Caroline, or Trina (A Day in Falsettoland), he would appear with his hoop and top hat, to show that HE is the one who needs to "control" other people's lives, or at least he feels the need to direct them. Mendel of course needs to feel like he's smarter than everyone else and like he's the only one who can help people. It really drove that home and it was an insane realization to come to. Phenomenal directing choice idk who came up with that but. bravissimo to you

Now miscellaneous stuff i liked or noticed!!!

They didn't have the big ol foam block. just some couch ends that they moved around to be diff pieces of furniture. If you've ever seen Waiting In The Wings' analysis on falsettos you might have seen a comment in the youtube section discussing how in the set design for the revival, the lack of real furniture through most of the show represents the lack of maturity of the characters, and as things get serious for them, more real props and set pieces get added. Like the chess board, the decor for Mendel + Trina's home, Whizzer's suitcase, the whole hospital room, etc. They didn't lean into that with this but i think that's fine! its not a necessary detail in my opinion and they did their best with what they had!!

Marvin didn't hand whizzer the suitcase after the chess game. He just grabbed it, and packed it himself. I was waiting for him to slam it into whizzer's chest or something. but no. Whizzer just picked it up and walked off. okay. Neutral bad change imo

Marvin's performances of What would I do and What more can i Say were. Breathtaking. Marvin actor if you're out there reading this your voice is lovely and carries so much emotion in your solo numbers. I Did Cry. a little bit

god their group number harmonies were AMAZING. All of the cast members' voices blended together so well and it was absolutely beautiful. the whole show was beautiful and i adored it i swear. I jsut need somwhere to put my feelings

THE ORCHESTRA FUCKED. IT FUCKED

Okay its getting late now and im fading quickly BUT IF U READ THIS FAR UR INSANE. This is for me and nobody else i just eneded to feelings dump. tl;dr: i fucking lvoe falsettos this was one of the best nights of my life i love you actors i love you pit i love you lighting i love you run crew i love you sound crew i love you musical theatre

[astrophileous]

Love Bugs (Pt. 05)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

Warning(s): psychopathic behaviors, kidnapping, captive situation, verbal and physical threats, threatening use of knife, curse words

Word Count: 2300-ish

Tag(s): @camilaheroine @crazyunsexycool @whateverrrrrrrrs @wifeyofeveryone @louderfortheback @marvelousgoldroses

Author's Note: HI I'M SORRY FOR THE DELAY, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A CRAZY-FUCK-LOAD DAY I JUST HAD 😭 in summary: my sister had a breakdown, I almost succumbed to the hellhole of road rage, and someone in my life is possibly trying to get a divorce :) so yeah :) it was fcking crazy :)))) buuUUTT I managed to quickly revise and edit this (heavy emphasis on quickly in case there's any mistake found). as usual, you know the drill: LIKE+REBLOG+COMMENT pls pretty pls and thank you 🌹

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

For a whole minute, the silence that conquered the entire bullpen would make a pin drop sound like an exploded grenade.

Everyone was scared to even breathe, let alone to say anything, to make any kinds of noise that would solidify the reality they were facing.

Not a single pair of eyes could jerk their gaze away from the screen as they watched the UnSub closing in on you. Pulling out a dagger and pressing it against your jaw before tilting your head just right so that you would look straight into the camera.

Derek flinched.

"Garcia," Hotch's voice was the first rip into the silence. When the tech analyst failed to answer his call, he tried again, "Garcia."

"Yes?" Penelope's eyes were watery. Her voice was wavering as she answered, "I-I'm sorry. Yes, sir?"

"I want you to start tracking down his location."

"I-I tried to do that, sir. Earlier. I couldn't... the signal, they kept being bounced around and I don't--

"Garcia." Hotch's voice was colder this time. "Try again."

Penelope immediately sprung into action, reaching for her laptop where the projector was connected.

"I'm sending units to her place," Hotch informed before making a quick call. As he waited for the line to connect, he turned to the others in the room. "Emily, (Y/L/N) said she was going to a hospital yesterday, try finding out which one she went to. Reid, JJ, start tracking her past movements, I want to know about every person she's had any contact with recently."

"How far back do you want us to go?" JJ asked.

"The day of the press conference," Hotch answered. "This must be why he's been lying low for a while. He's got his eyes on her since that day. If we can find out where she's been, we can find him."

Hotch pocketed his phone back after sending units to your home. The other three agents had all scurried away to fulfill Hotch's requests.

Derek, however, hadn't even moved an inch.

"Derek?" Hotch called out. When Derek didn't make a single gesture of acknowledgment, Hotch began to approach him. "Derek, do you--"

Hotch didn't manage to reach Derek's side before he was interrupted by the sound of the telephone ringing.

Penelope's eyes were frantic as they darted to the remaining people in the room. "I-Is that--"

"Garcia, get ready to trace the call," Hotch demanded. He moved swiftly to where the phone was located, glancing at Rossi who gave him a single nod of encouragement.

Taking a deep breath, Hotch put the phone on speaker. "FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit."

"Agent Aaron Hotchner?"

"This is he." Hotch waited for the other person to answer, but it never came. "Can I ask to whom am I speaking?"

"You know who I am, Agent."

"Do I?"

"Well, we have a very important mutual person in our lives. I know you. So you must also know who I am."

Hotch's eyes flickered towards Rossi, exchanging a conversation in the silent language which only those two could seem to understand.

"Are you talking about (Y/L/N)?"

"You know I do," the person answered. "You're watching right now, aren't you?"

"Yes, we are," Hotch confirmed. "We need to know if she's safe."

"Of course she's safe. I would never hurt her."

"Yes, I'm sure you wouldn't. But we still need confirmation, alright? It's just how this works," Hotch explained. "Please, can you pass the phone to Agent (Y/L/N)?"

A beat of silence passed. Hotch glanced back at the projector to make sure that the UnSub hadn't done anything untoward. Finally, after what felt like hours, he pressed the phone to your ear.

"Tell them you're okay, Darling," he commanded.

"H-Hotch?"

Derek stood straighter at the sound of your voice.

"(Y/L/N)." Your name almost sounded like a breath of relief out of Hotch's mouth. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Hotch."

Before you nor Hotch could say more, the UnSub tore the phone away and brought it back to himself.

"See? I told you she's fine."

Everyone's eyes were directed back to the screen, seeing your assailant unglue the dagger from your neck and walk straight towards the camera. Even in the darkness, his eyes were provoking. Arrogant. He never broke eye contact as he spoke his next words to the phone in his hand.

"I should thank you, Agent Hotchner."

"Thank me?"

"For giving me the opportunity to know such a beautiful creature in the first place."

The UnSub walked away from the camera, refocusing his attention back towards you. Your determined eyes never so much as faltered, even when he brought the tip of his blade on your skin, dragging it across your collarbones, neck, and back. Forceful enough for you to know not to cause any scene if you didn't want the blade to be plunged into your flesh, but sickeningly gentle as to prevent it from drawing blood.

"I know it was your idea to set up that press conference with Agent (Y/L/N) for me, Agent Hotchner. Wasn't it?"

Hotch gritted his teeth at the UnSub's taunt.

"So, really, I owe it all to you. If only you hadn't made that call--" the UnSub paused, touching your shoulder and leaning down until his lips brushed your temple, "--we would've never had the chance to be together like this."

Then, to everyone's horror, the UnSub's hand trailed away from your shoulder, down and down until it rested upon your belly.

"The theee of us," he sneered.

In that moment, Derek's entire world shifted under his feet.

Every cell in Derek's body went erratic once the true implications of the UnSub's words registered in his brain. His heart plunged into a void before restarting instantly into a sequence of thunders. Inch by inch, his body and soul were consumed by a fog filled with the worst snippet of dread and the darkest terror he had ever encountered in life.

"What is he talking about?" Derek questioned as soon as he had found his voice again. "Hotch?"

But the older man remained stoic in his place by the phone. On the other line, a booming laughter sounded.

"Oh? Did no one know about this?" the UnSub cooed. "Have you not told anyone about the good news yet, Darling?"

The clear panic in your face, along with the whimper that slipped past your lips, was the scissor to Derek's final resolve.

In big strides, he marched over to the phone, voice raw and splintered as he cried, "You sick son of a bitch."

The room stood still at the magnitude of fury laced within Derek's words.

Your voice was muffled when it came through the phone, but Derek heard every fiber of emotions in it all the same.

"Derek..."

"Derek?" Your captor tilted his head. "Ah. Agent Morgan?"

"You're a dead meat, do you hear me?"

"Morgan," Hotch warned sternly.

"So much rage," The UnSub suddenly mused. "I told you, Agent Morgan. There's no reason to worry here. I'm going to take care of them. They're in very good hands."

"Fucking bastard! You get your filthy hands off her," Derek fumed. "Get your fucking hands off my child."

Derek's admission was a butcher knife in the thick silence.

"My child?" the UnSub's voice broke through from the other end of the line. "Darling, what is he talking about?"

Your captor's question managed to lift some of the fog from Derek's head. Before he could begin to form any more words, Hotch pushed him to the side before pressing the mute button to block the noises inside the bullpen from filtering into the telephone line.

"Rossi, can you take over for a second?" Hotch asked before turning towards Derek, "Morgan, my office. Now."

Every one of Derek's movement was robotic as he followed Hotch away from the bullpen. As soon as the door to the office closed behind them, Hotch wasted no breath before stating his order, "I need you off the case, Morgan."

"Absolutely not."

"Morgan--"

"Hotch," Derek cut him off, eyes blazing with a ferosity matching that of a thunderstorm. "I'm not going to stand around and do nothing while she... while he still has her."

"The team and I will never let anything happen to her. To both of them," Hotch promised. "You need to trust us."

"I trusted you, too, last time, Hotch. Look where that got us."

He knew it wasn't fair. Derek realized it as soon as the last syllable had passed his lips. But Derek wasn't himself right at that moment, and Hotch understood it all too well.

Closing his eyes, Derek leaned back against the desk in Hotch's office. Exhaustion was the fruit of fright as it diverged in his bones. It raced along his bloodstream, reaching the deepest points of his entire being until there was no corner left for hope to fill.

"Would you have done it?" Derek asked eventually. "If any of us had told you to stand down when Foyet was holding Haley and Jack--if I told you to trust us--would you?"

"No," Hotch replied truthfully. "But this is different."

"How the fuck is this different?!"

"It's different because your personal feelings almost cost us (Y/N)'s life."

There was nothing Derek could say to counter Hotch's accusation.

Flashing scenes of the earlier phone conversation sped through Derek's mind. For a second there, right after the UnSub unknowingly declared your condition, Derek almost thought that he was on the brink of losing his complete sanity. All Derek remembered was red in his vision as he stalked towards the phone, shouting the first threats he could think of towards the UnSub, all the while failing to deduct how his rash behaviors could affect you later on.

The breath that Derek let out quivered in the air as he tried to stop thinking about what the UnSub might have planned to do to you in the wake of his action.

"She's pregnant, Hotch," Derek cried quietly. "He has them both. She's carrying my child and I... I didn't even know."

Derek didn't even realize he was crying until the burning ache inside his chest started to expand. The room around him was spinning. The only memory echoing in Derek's head was of the very last night the two of you had ever spent together--the night where he screwed up--and how you had kicked him straight to the curb because of his own idiocy.

"I fucked up, Hotch," Derek managed to croak out between his wretched sobs. "The last thing I said to her... God, what if I never get the chance to make it right again? What if the last memory I have of her is of the night I broke her fucking heart?"

Hotch didn't think he had ever seen Derek in such a state before. Gone was the capable and confident man that Hotch had the pleasure of knowing for the last few years. In his place was a broken shell of a man who looked like Derek, talked like Derek, but void of any semblance of life and spirit that Hotch always associated with the man.

The life and spirit that were gone in the absence of you in Derek's arms.

"Morgan, everything's going to be fine," Hotch tried again. "JJ and Reid are scouring everything to figure out her movements over the last couple of weeks. I've assigned Emily to find the hospital (Y/N) went to yesterday. We'll figure out who took her. End this for good."

Derek's gaze never strayed away off the ground. Hotch took a long breath before adding, "Morgan, we will find her--"

"How did you know she went to the hospital?"

The question came as a shock to either of them. Derek's eyes were more curious than incriminating, but the accusation behind them seemed to inflate with every second that passed by in Hotch's silence.

"You didn't seem surprised when the UnSub told us about her condition. Why?"

"Morgan--"

People liked to say that anger was the ultimate fuel for human beings.

And for Derek Morgan, anger was exactly the propulsion he needed to throw himself right off the edge, where the line between flaming vengeance and common sense had blurred together into one another.

It was the propulsion that, somehow, rationalized his instinct to surge forward and slammed Hotch back against the hard surface of the office wall.

The harsh impact knocked the air entirely out of Hotch's lungs, but the choked sound was stifled in Derek's ears by his own roaring wrath. Hotch almost didn't recognize the man beneath all of that hostility. The only thing left of Derek Morgan, in that moment, was his name.

"You knew?"

Each syllable not welded with rage in Derek's question was fused with betrayal instead.

"Morgan--"

"Answer me, goddammit!"

Hotch's resolve remained steadfast as he answered, "Yes."

That one simple word managed to drain every last bit of energy from Derek's body. He fell back a step, then twice, before the choking hold he had of Hotch was finally released.

"How long?"

"I only found out yesterday."

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose.

"She told you, but not me." He chuckled dryly. "Why the hell didn't you tell me, Hotch?!"

"I didn't know you were the father," Hotch said. "She never told me it was you."

Before his legs could give out, Derek sank on the chair in front of Hotch's desk. A million different thoughts were going haywire in the neurons of his brain. He wanted to scream. To flip the earth upside down and find the location where you were being held hostage. He just wanted the universe to stop messing with him and started giving him answers.

And then, five seconds later, the door to the office swung open.

Emily stood in the doorway, unassuming of the palpable tension lingering in the air. When she finally uttered her next words, Derek thought he could finally start to breathe again.

"We may have something," Emily announced to the room. "We think we know where (Y/N) is."

Derek flew out of the chair before anyone had the chance to say anything else.

He was coming to get you.

And this time, Derek had no intention of letting you go.

[kravchikfreak]

I'm sorry if this ask is coming out of nowhere, but I have been looking for posts that talk about how S2 has declined in quality and there have been virtually NONE. Even tags like 'arcane critical' or 'anti arcane' don't show up even though I know there are posts that are tagged with them. I'm losing my mind. Has nobody else noticed this downgrade? The ideas could have been good, but they were not executed well and the whole thing reads like they wrote it really quickly without any real editing and then rushed to get it out. It feels hollow, like we're seeing a botched or unfinished version of what it was supposed to be. What kind of random ass shit is it that an enforcer comes up to Vi and says, "cait said good things about you," and Vi is just like wow you're right, I'm sold! Even though she already knows Cait has a high opinion of her and that wasn't the issue in the first place! Also who was that random homeless man? Why am I supposed to care about these people? Fans get defensive about the pacing and argue that s1 did a lot in a minimal amount of time too, but I don't think they realize that pacing has to do with making something feel organic. Vi's heel turn into becoming an enforcer was not organic. Viktor's two second goodbye was not organic. Both of these things could have made sense if they'd given these moments even just a little more effort or care. There were so many unnecessary scenes that could have been cut out to give more time to things that desperately needed it (like caitlyn's sad wordless montage about her mom. Why did it drag out so long? Her grief is apparent in every other scene. We did not need an entire abstract slideshow of her making various sad expressions.) There's also the animation. The animation is leagues above a regularly animated show, but if you look closely it is actually not as good as s1. There is less detail, the lighting of the background doesn't always match the characters, and there are moments where the lips don't always sync with their voices. These are minor things that I wouldn't usually care about, but for a multi-million dollar show like Arcane? Riot games recently laid off a whole slew of its creative team, too, and I wonder if they've been making similar cuts before that. It would certainly explain the drop in quality. I wouldn't put it past corporate greed to nerf one of the most groundbreaking animated shows in modern media if they thought they could profit more by cutting corners.

I'm sorry to ramble in your inbox as a random stranger, but it boggles my mind that there are so few people mentioning s2's flaws (not including rage bait, which is annoying because it only delegitamizes real criticisms and discussions.) I feel like I'm screaming in the void like is nobody else seeing this shit??

well hello there! first of all, "arcane critical" is what i was looking for when i was writing that post. gonna put it in tags now before i forget

secondly, i love asks! so no need to apologize. thirdly it's a bummer you went under anonym, i don't believe you get notifs for your anonymous asks, so unless you actually hang out on my blog regularly there's a chance you won't see me appreciating your thoughts and agreeing with you (expect for the animation part, cause for me it was great, i have no questions on that regard. but for each their own. i'm a big fun of the dragon prince first season's animation and still sad they get rid of their 13fps style, so...)

anyway, i got bored at the beginning of my rumbling that time and didn't get into some deep analysis but yes, the first season also had events to go fast and forward, but at the same time they made sense. it wasn't rush or dragged, every scene had a meaning and weight

YES to the burial scene. like i get it, it was drawn pretty and it was sad and grey for cait but my god how many hours can we watch vi going away from 317 different angles? i was actually shocked to see her at cait's, cause after 10 minutes of her hiding in the crowd and leaving before cait saw her i was legit sure the show tried to tell us they broke up for now and won't see each other for a while

and it all feels so odd, as if on the one hand writers had too little allowed episodes to work with their ideas, like they came up with all these important story points but had no more screen time to add actual story development between the points, cause the season is like 10 episodes too short to fit a full coherent story. but on the other hand they have too much unused screen time, like they wrote only 5 episodes but they had to make 9 so now we will just fill the equivalent of 4 episodes of free time with mute repetitive long scenes

who the fuck is that mute lizard cop? is he actually mute? or there were no budget on one more voice actor? what's his problem? why he always looks like he's mad at everyone? should i even care he's always displeased? does he even matter? if no, why he has so much screen time and close-up shots? if yes, why he has no meaning or story or character or name? i swear to god, in the first season that one future-junkie dude had more of a meaning and weight in his two minutes scene than these lizard cop and the new jinx's sister during two episodes

and it all would've been fine, really, if it was the first season, or one of these already bad shows that you don't really expect much of. but arcane was a masterpiece, and also we've been waiting for it for three years. so it's the feeling that we know how GOOD it can be, and the feeling that it just chose not to

w....wait... what if they also tried to do great? and failed to do good in the process

or maybe, as you said, just some internal kitchen shit. i never actually follow media creation stuff and staff so maybe that's just it. still not make it all better for me as a viewer who was too excited to learn at 1 am that the act dropped and stayed up until 7am to make sure to watch it before getting to sleep

HEY THANK YOU for giving me opportunity to rumble about it again

[anulithots]

Noorie's JJK analysis's/ screaming

You cannot keep me contained. My overthinking brain is buzzing.

(all sfw! This asexual likes to find as much fluff as possible.... but stuff tends to go over my head so I might accidently reblog a thing or two. Sorry about that <3)

Analysis

Most of my essays are here

Gojo the analyst

SatoSugu and how they support each other

Ao No Sumika - "Will we meet again?"

Gojo and Geto being compliments in an ironic way

Yuji Itadori and his non-existent coping mechanisms

Satoru Gojo... is there anything you don't have?

Gojo and his teasing

Gojo and Geto teachers AU

Gojo, being alone, and loneliness

Itadori is also selfish... and Gojo is compassionate.

Gojo will take care of it. Don't worry

Chapter 236

Jujutsu Kaisen Meta analysis

Would SatoSugu ever get back together

Itadori the sacrifice

Why Gojo and Geto understand each other... and no one else.

If JJK had a happy ending

Fav Analysis (not by me)

If Geto loved Gojo, why didn't he try to recruit him? by @ellionwrites

How much Geto canonically loved Gojo by @ellionwrites

Who the hell is Gojo Satoru by @fushiglow

Kenjaku's purpose as a literary device by @justrustandstardust

It's only them by @justrustandstardust

SatoSugu as celestial bodies (red and blue) by @justrustandstardust

He knew when he left by @mylee-sketches

Yuji Itadori's... not so healthy tendencies. by @epickiya722 

everything by @glo7to3

Yuji's past by @glo7to3

Yuiji and Megumi's breaking points by @uriekukistan

chapter 261 by @uriekukistan

Yuji and Yuta's teachers by @florasuno

To read

Chap 236

mental health

Fanart

Gojo's wallpaper (crack comic with my sibling @mylee-sketches)

Umbrella

Lousy Personalities

Karaoke (crack comic #2)

Neurodivergent Satoru Gojo

Slice of life ideas

Itadori gets a demon dog plushie for Fushiguro

'I'm Satoru Gojo because of you, Suguru'

KFC breakup

Edits

"You were a wonderful experience"

"You're holy to me"

if JJK had slice of life episodes

(cannon compliant)

Itadori's sense of style

Gojo and Geto insult teachers together

AUs

If Kenjaku possessed Gojo instead of Geto

Headcannons

Aspec Satosugu

Fav fics

Carry me home It's so ridiculously good. Timeline suguru-centric fix-it-fic that doubles as a character deep dive. It's absolutely amazing.

5 Times Gojo Satoru Tries to Rizz Up Geto Suguru and 1 Time He (Kind Of) Succeeds by @justrustandstardust. Really funny. It made the asexual try to hold in laughter. Need I say more. Also prose style and the pacing and character voices are all really really good.

April pink cute satosugu fluff

Urban Privilege Nobara and Gojo bonding. Need I say more.

Embers SatoSugu but post-shibyua and full of painful nostalgia.

like best friends do aromantic satosugu. Mind the tags, for it gets... close to being nsfw? But... aromantic satosugu. It was wonderous.

Two-headed Calf Post breakup but pre vol. 0. What could've been. Absolute pain.

here and where you are - cityboys - 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) [Archive of Our Own] REALLY REALLY REALLY SAD Itafushi. Alternate Shibuya timeline but somehow even sadder than cannon, believe it or not. It's a 'everyone gets a happy ending' but in the worst way possible.

Fav JJK posts that make me ~feel things~

Suguruuuuu whyyy

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also also, specific JJK things that give me happy sparkles (I like pain):

SatoSugu but they transcend labels and to me they have a queer platonic flavor to them. (Romantic, Queer platonic, best friends, soulmates, everything. They are everything. But I like Queer Platonic for them quite a lot! They feel like Queer platonic to me <3)

Itafushi but I flipflop between fluff ship and best dynamic in history, or both.

Itadori and Fusiguro's their differing morals and perspectives on a complex situation/circumstances.

Maki and Mai angst.

Found family Gojo and Tokyo trio.

Tokyo trio in general.

Itadori and his sensei's

Itadori in general

SHOKO MY ASTHETIC CRUSSHHHh

Geto's children

The Junpei arc

Cursed womb arc

Maki and Nobara

Inumaki

Nanami and Hibara

Megumi and his sister

Found family Gojo and the Fushiguro children

everything. Literally everything except for Mei mei and the dub.

Want to blabber about JJK with me? Feel free to ask! <3

[rainboq]

Meowdy!

I just wanted to start by saying that I adore Statistics and Purity Through a Prism.

Do you have any general advice you can give to less experienced writers? I’m also hella into making LiS fics, but I’m still trying to find my footing. Plus most of my projects fizzle out around chapter 5, and I’m not sure how to get momentum back after taking a break 😂🥰 how do you write stories that go for so long?

Thanks!

First of all thank you very much for enjoying my fanfics! I'm sorry that I haven't updated anything in a while, life and original fiction projects have pretty much taken over (I'll be self publishing a novel in the next few months).

For general advice, consider the following.

Keep an idea diary. Write down your ideas, just because you have nothing to go with it doesn't mean you won't later and don't be afraid to mash things together.

Learn about story telling as a craft. Study any and every medium and think about how to apply their lessons to word smithing. I highly recommend Every Frame a Painting, Thomas Flight, Hello Future Me, and Ellen Brock.

Read everything twice. Once for pleasure, once to tear it apart to figure out how the sausage is made. Dissect word choice, structure, pacing, foreshadowing, all of it. If you want to get better as an author, get better at media analysis.

Ask yourself why a project fizzles out. Did you lose sight of your original goal? Is it not turning out the way you hoped? Can you not remember where you wanted it to go? I tend to write with a few very specific scenes fixed in my head and I need to massage the characters to make those scenes happen and make sense. For Prism that was Kate and Chloe's clifftop kiss. Everything after that was kinda ad-libbed.

Embrace failure. Enjoy failure. Fail faster. As the Frizz would say: take chances, make mistakes, and get messy! You will learn more from your mistakes than from your successes. It's okay to be disappointed and upset when things don't go your way, but then dust yourself off and figure out what went wrong where and learn your lessons. (Just because you can write a novel in 3 months doesn't mean you should)

Your ideas are crap. It's okay, mine are too. Ideas always suck, they become good when you actually write the stories and find your blind spots. Make it work in the edit. You can change things right up until you publish, so play around and have fun.

It's okay to not finish projects. Use them as learning experiences. Practice writing better and better hooks. Find character's voices. Toy around with premises.

Practice with a purpose. With everything you write, pick something you want to focus on. Dialogue, pacing, structure, action, word play, imagery, etc. Pick something, study, execute.

Keep it simple. Elevator pitches are 30 words or less. If you can't summarize the crux of your story simply and succinctly, consider revising your idea to make it less complicated. Prism's premise is literally "What if Max never went to Blackwell". Statistic's premise is "What if Chloe was a homeless trans girl dealing for Frank". Complicated premises aren't bad, but they make executing much harder, and you don't need them to tell a good story.

Don't stop. Always be reading, writing, and thinking. Your creativity is a muscle, work it out. Hit the brain gym regularly with focus and intent and you'll see the growth.

I hope these help and good luck!

[budderdomo]

Andrew Neiman // Miles Teller -- Whiplash (2014) Dir. Damien Chazelle

Screenshot used:

From the scene where Andrew sees Fletcher's band practice for the first time

Ok, I watched Whiplash for the first time about a month ago and I MEAN- (I can't believe I haven't seen it earlier)

Amazing movie! I seriously think this is one of my favorite movies of all time now. Great acting, great cinematography, great editing, great story. Intense and thrilling in all the right places, the soundtrack is outstanding (obviously), the deep multi-faceted relationship between Fletcher, Andrew, greatness, obsession, and music. It's dark and I love it.

I had always seen clips of this movie, but I don't know why I didn't just go and see it, IMAGINE seeing this in theaters. damn. Anyway, this is a long winded way to say that I've been obsessed (which is also thematically appropriate) with this film. I've listened to the soundtrack multiple times, watched all the interviews, know all the fun facts, seen almost every Youtube analysis to man, watched all the fanedits, read the fics, watched La La Land, started going through Miles Teller's other movies like The Spectacular Now, Top Gun Maverick, realized JK Simmons voiced the yellow M&M and Ford from Gravity Falls and Cave Johnson and every other piece of media from when I was younger. I'm down so bad guys, help.

Please go watch the movie, if you haven't seen it! (Except if you're a minor, it's R rated sorry! But it's like the most asexual R rated movie I've ever seen haha) (And only if you're in a good head space, it's very stressful, there's yelling and abuse) It's about jazz drumming and passion turned to obsession. So do with that what you will :) It's on Netflix right now!

Besides my descent into madness, (as this is still an art blog haha), I'm really proud of this piece. I've really worked on my realism (can you tell?) and I'm getting to a place where I'm pretty happy with it. I also bought Corel Painter on sale recently, and now I can do cool text and stuff, I will be experimenting... Hopefully I can work on more art for this movie!

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

Schnee's video "The Deeper Meaning of Loser Baby" is by far the BEST Hazbin Hotel analysis I've ever seen. Literally. Perfectly pointed, edited and EXTREMELY empathetic. Like. For real. It clearly shows how media literate and sympathetic the author is. He analysed Angel's behaviour, his trauma, how realistic it is, how well written Angel and his whole arc is, analysed why and how Husk was able to help Angel when Charlie wasn't... omg, it's so much better than any anti bullshit trying to explain why "Angel is a bad victim actually, hypersexual and unperfect? Nhaaa you're unvalid actually yeah sorry" to validate their own hate boner against Viv. Seriously, what a fucking perfect video. I recommend anyone of watching it, even haters, so they can see how blind and ignorant they truly are.

Thanks for sharing!

I did really like how non-judgmental Schnee's video was. I do occasionally watch videos made by Hazbin haters - because I want to give the other side a fair hearing, and expose myself to different views so I'm not just in an echo chamber - and one of the things I'm struck by is how many of them drift away from talking about the cartoon to pass judgement on the fans. "I don't understand how anyone can like these characters!" "Y'all have been gaslit into thinking this is good writing!" "Everyone has such bad takes, as evidenced by this single comment that only one person said which I'm now going to rant about!" That sort of thing.

Schnee's video was different. It didn't poke fun at the fans of the cartoon (probably because it was made by a fan). It instead kept its focus on the story - what Angel goes through, and how impactful that is, and how Angel's arc fits into the wider themes of Hazbin Hotel. And the whole thing was really well-scripted and well-edited.

Another thing I liked about Schnee's video was the fact that it wasn't laser-focused on Angel's character flaws, which it seems a lot of anti-Angel videos are. They focus too much on how he was harassing Husk in the earlier episodes, and don't acknowledge the fact that he changed and stopped doing that in the later episodes.

I even saw one video that was criticising the Huskerdust ship saying, "Be mad at me for saying this all you want, but I'm sorry, does Angel even really deserve Husk at this point?" When I heard that, my jaw dropped. What do you mean, Angel doesn't deserve Husk? Yes, he has a bad coping mechanism that hurts others, but does that really make him totally unworthy of love? Can he not be loved as he is and then helped to change?

And what does that say about Husk? That quote makes it sound like Husk is better than Angel and that Angel would drag him down, like Husk is some perfect precious uwu smol bean who needs to be protected from the big bad spider demon. My fellow human being, Husk is a former Overlord. He owned souls and gambled with them and didn't care until his own power was threatened. But I don't see anyone arguing that Husk doesn't deserve Angel because of that!

Why is Angel getting all this ire? Why is he the launcher of a thousand discourse posts and not, I don't know, Valentino, his abuser? That very same video also mentioned Staticmoth, and all it said about that ship was, "I just don't feel comfortable shipping a sex abuser with someone" - and that was it! Valentino has done so much worse than Angel, but he was quickly dismissed in that one comment, whereas Angel got three minutes in this video (plus multiple other videos by the same person) trashing him in an angry tone of voice with F-bombs aplenty! It's disproportionate!

(deep breath)

Wow, that was a doozy of a tangent!

That's the trouble with watching videos by Hazbin haters: you run the risk of hearing something that boils your blood. So it's really refreshing to find videos that aren't just criticising Angel endlessly, but treat his story with the respect such topics deserve.

I feel that not enough people recognise Angel's positive traits either. Such as his willingness to assist people even if they've hurt him in the past. Or his bravery in standing up for others. Angel's got a good heart deep down! It just takes a bit of work to help him show it.

[someprettyname]

✨GF FC INDIGO AWARDS 2024 PT 13✨

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | winner's list | after party

Some points to note before you move to the event visualizer : 

🟣 My anchoring style is highly energetic and bubbly so you can imagine me doing a lot of hand gestures, changing pitch and tones of my voice, moving around on the stage a lot, etc. Hehe.  

🟣 The theatre/event venue has been engineered by the best engineers of the world, with the most modern technology. The petals of the lotus can close or open to hide or reveal the night sky. It can also change its colours. For tonight, it's indigo!  

🟣 The "OUTFIT CHECK" were clicked in different places (according to where the member was spotted first) hence the different background. 

🟣 I didn't want to write too dialogues on yall's behalf but I can't really bother you with every small detail, so I hope whatever dialogues I've made up are not too out of character! 

🟣Ignore the contradiction of same blue locker entering the scene multiple times, pretend there are a few copies of each member 🥰👍🏻

🟣 Ignore the outfit mismatch in the edits (any edit after the outfit checks please, our editing skills only go so far 🙏🏻 ) 

🟣 I highly suggest that you listen to songs as you keep finding them being embedded in links for added feels and extra hype! 🔥

🟣 The performances where multiple songs have been used is supposed to be a mashup. You can imagine the mashup to be as you please! The songs I've bunched together are for the sole purpose of creating a particular vibe, so as long as to they are fulfilled it's all good! 😌🤝🏻

🟣 The posts are scheduled at a gap of 3-4 hours each, this event is going to be spread throughout 2 or more days. Feel free to go feral in the comments/reblogs/community my mates. 🔥 

🟣 I hope you enjoy this! Tagging all the attendees here : 

@blue-thief  @getosugurusbangs @bueris @soleilonthesun @galaxynajma

@sid3buns @mariyumemi @pinkinsect @refrigeratedboombursts @satosuguhastakenovermylife 

@10renz0 @simp-simp-no-mi @boinin @sharkissm @milkteansugar 

@thebestsetter @merlucide @jujutsustraycats @kurona-theshark @nskiyuriz

@asarajaa @writingonthewalls1832 @hooudie212back @sadao-tsuki @milaisreading 

@8-xnny @licoririce @rinitoshisgirl @luvingshidou  @duckydee-0

@kuro-min @gojoracle @marcsnuffy @filecurropt0 @riririnnnn 

@wroophruh @sanaexus @melodiclune

Previously on GF FC INDIGO AWARDS : 

Soleil and IZZY were awarded with GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARDS FOR BEST ALL ROUNDER! 

Savage performance by TEAM VENUS VIXEN AND DAZZLING DIVAS!! 

"Sorry for all the trauma :p" 

>>> Riri [ winner of GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST LORE WRITER.] 

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Soleil : Was that about your breakup era? 

Nami : I'm not answering that 🥰

Soleil : It definitely was. 

Nami : i don't know~ 😗

Soleil : Anyways. Gossip aside, we have to now welcome @/thebestsetter for GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST META ANALYST!! 

thebestsetter : Well, I'm not the one to create suspense. We all know "#雪 ranting" has some of the best meta analysis posts under it, so let's put our hands together for...

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Thebestsetter : RIRI!!!  (@/RIRIRINNN) 

[*once again the camera cuts to a very happy looking RIRI. Others pat her back and cheer on her as she leaves to go get her well deserved awards.*]

Riri : Best Meta Analyser? Me? Ohmygod, this feels so unreal! I really can't believe it. I'm so honoured and happy and ohmygod, all my emotions are going crazy!! Oh god! Thank you so much to everyone who reads and interacts with my analysis rantings! I tend to yap too much 'cause I want to address EVERY point and when I first started it, I daily feared that someone was going to say, "Just shut up already!" Hehe. So thank you so much! This awards is for everyone! You guys were the ones who gave me the courage and motivation to rant and say what I think! I'm so grateful for everyone! Thank you so so so soooo much!!

Nami : (*gasp*) I'd actually go through 5 stages of grief if you decided to shut up. Please never do that. 

Nami : Your analysis post are so fun to read! I remember when I was new on bllkblr your posts were one of the first that i saw and it constantly kept showing up on my dash until I noticed your account and IMMEDIATELY thought "wow what a cool blog" before following it! Haha!! 

Soleil : well, well. What do we have here? 😁

Nami : 👀

Soleil : Before moving on we have another performance coming up 😎

Nami : ayyy! 🤩

Soleil : LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! PLEASE WELCOME ON STAGE, TEAM RHYTHM ROYALTYYYY!!! 

Nami : Can you feel the sparks running through my veins? 😙🎶

Nami : WHAT ABSOLUTE ANGELIC VOICES OH MY GOD!!! 

Nami : Anyways~ moving on~ 

Nami : We all need content you know? It's very important. It's so obviously important that some of you might be thinking "eh? What is she talking about?" 

Nami : Heh! Well, look at it. If all the rant blogs, artist, meta analysts, fanfic writers and just.... disappeared. The fandom would be just dead. There would be fan but the fandom....no. That's why it's important to praise all the content that we're graced with. And hence, the next award category : GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST CONTENT CREATOR!! 

Nami : Cheers for ELLLLLEEEE!!! 

[*A pleasantly upbeat theme plays over speakers and bounces off the walls as ELLE (@/kuro-min) makes her appearance.* ] 

Elle : I mean, after feeding us with so many interviews, lores, and FUN MOVIES!! It's quite obvious who's truly deserving of this isn't it? Ladies and gentlemen PLEASE put your hands together for....

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Elle : SOLEIL!! (@/soleilonthesun) 

[*Soleil grins, enveloping Sae in a warm hug (he pats her back. Softie Sae?! 📸) and moves to the stage.*] 

Soleil : Ladies and Gentlemen, esteemed colleagues, and beloved supporters,

Soleil : Wow, what an incredible honor this is! Standing here tonight, receiving the Best Content Creator Award, feels like a dream come true. First and foremost, I want to thank the organizers and the judges for this recognition. It means the world to me to have my work appreciated by such a distinguished group.

Soleil : Creating content is a labor of love, a journey filled with highs and lows, and I wouldn't be here without the unwavering support of so many incredible people. To my family and friends, thank you for your endless encouragement and for believing in me, even when I had doubts. Your love and support have been my rock.

Soleil : To my amazing team, this award is as much yours as it is mine. Your creativity, dedication, and hard work behind the scenes are what make everything possible. Thank you for sharing this vision with me and for bringing your best to every project.

Soleil : To my fans and followers, you are the heart and soul of my content. Your feedback, enthusiasm, and loyalty drive me to keep pushing boundaries and creating better, more meaningful content. This award is a testament to the vibrant community we have built together.

Soleil : Finally, I want to thank every content creator out there who inspires me daily. This field is filled with incredibly talented individuals, and I am grateful to be part of such a dynamic and innovative community. Let's continue to inspire, uplift, and support each other as we share our stories with the world.

Soleil : Thank you all once again for this incredible honor. Let's keep creating, dreaming, and making a difference together.

Soleil : Thank you!

Soleil : *walks over to the MC corner, setting down her award as the crowd cheers on her*

Nami : *grins and hugs her* 

Nami : That was certainly heartfelt! 🤩 Good to have you back! 😁 I'll let you take the lead for the next part 😙🎶

Soleil : Gracias!! The next award category is GF FC"s MOST VALUABLE PLAYER INDIGO AWARD!! 

[*camera zooms through the trophy*]

Soleil : While i think every member is really important and valuable on their own, i also agree that the most active ones who contribute A LOT to the community and keep it alive should be appreciated!! And, I don't really think i need to explain too much here, do I? The name itself is self explanatory!! But!!! Just like the other award categories, before we move on to announce the winners of this award, we have a FABULOUS performance coming up, to mark the end of GF FC GRAND AWARDS SECTIONS and  announce the start of this new category!! 

Nami : So ladies and gentlemennnnn, the applause shouldn't stop!! PLEASE WELCOME ON STAGE @/PINKINSECT!! 

Nami : hmmm 😌

Nami : WHAT A PERFECT SET UP FOR THE LAST AWARD CATEGORY OF THE NIGHT 🤩

Nami : Right, Soleil? Right? 🤩

Soleil : Indeed! Indeed! 😄

Soleil : Sooo~ 

Soleil : it's about time we announce the winners of GF FC MOST VALUABLE PLAYER INDIGO AWARD. 

Soleil : the first and foremost is.....

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Soleil : NAMI!!! Of course. 

[*Crowd cheers and applauds.*] 

Nami : ayyy (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Soleil : You're quite active in the community, play along with lores, all the chaos you spread, coax people into the cult, and of course! You have organised this award show!! Nami, thank you for your effort. ♡♡

Nami : Aww 🥺 my pleasure of course 🥺♥️ 

Nami : Well, it would be a shame if you weren't to be a winner too isn't?

NAMI : (*turns to the audience*) ISN'T IT GANG?  (*Turns the mic towards them*) 🎤

[ *The crowd hoots and applauds in approval.* ] 

Nami : See? They totally agree ;) 

Soleil : (*is blushing*)

Nami : The next winner is ...

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Nami : SOLEIL!!! 

Nami : The interviews, movies, lores!! We are nothing without you <333 thank you so SO much for all your contribution!! This is on behalf of the whole community!! 

Soleil : MERCI BEAUCOUP!!!

Nami : OH AND YOU'RE OUR MULTILINGUAL QUEEN 👸🏻💃🏻✨

Soleil : JSJSJJS. 😭✨😭✨😭✨❤️

Nami : awww 

[ *they share a hug* ] 

Nami : Before I move on, it is to note that the order I'm announcing the winners in has nothing to do with magnitude to their importance!! Just because someone was announced before the other it doesn't make them any more important than them or something! All the 6 winners stand at the same level and are equally valuable!! 

Nami : Well, the next winner is....

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NAMI : IZZY!!! of course!!  First of all she keeps things lively in the community!! And then, have you seen her meme collection? Her humor?! She KNOWS how to play along with all our silliness perfectly well!! We love her ♥️

Soleil : Agreed! The next winner would be...

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Soleil : NAJMA!! 

Soleil : Well, she's one of the OG founders, is pretty active in the community, her jokes are top class. Oh! And her pinned post is SO helpful to every new comer in the cult!! She's just really interactive and nice to talk to in general!! 

Nami : Couldn't agree more, Sol. I wouldn't know whom to sim-...(*clears throat*)....uhm....discuss my taste in men with if it weren't for her!! Everyone needs a friend like her 😌✨

Nami : Welp! Hehe. The next winner is of course.....

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Nami : RIRI!!! (@/RIRIRINNN) 

[ *The crowd breaks into loud applause, hooting and cheering.* ] 

Nami : My absolutely beautiful daughter 🤩 what is our community without her posts but dead?! Posts like "Let me wake you up with the thunderclaps of my cheeks"...

Nami : What a humor. I taught her well 😌 Other than her day brightening posts in the community which helps keep things interesting, she also creates amazing lores and plays along with them. Really interactive and fun to talk to in general!! 

Soleil : So true!! The last winner would be...

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Soleil : KIRA!!! (@/MERLUCIDE) APPLAUSE PLEASE!! 

Soleil : First of all, thanks to her we have a backup community! her lore summary posts, her contribution in the AIKU ARC. She basically carried it all on her back. Absolutely a sweetheart and pleasing to interact with!! 

Nami : Agreed! Agreed! All these winners, they all definitely deserve it.....😌

Soleil : Including us~

Nami : Including us!! 😄

Nami : DON'T YOU AGREE FOLKS??? (*turns the mic to audience*) 🎤🎤

[ *The crowd replies with enthusiastic cheers and somewhere at a distance Shidou is spotted throwing his jacket and zooming around happily. Sigh.* ] 

Nami : So now! What's the wait for? Let's invite on stage our beloved BEN FOR HANDING OUT THE GF FC'S MOST VALUABLE PLAYER INDIGO AWARD!! 

SOLEIL : THE APPLAUSE SHOULDN'T STOPPPPP!!! 🥳🥳

[ *Kira, Najma, Riri and Izzy join each other on their walk to stage, hand in hand and hand around waist. Laughing and complimenting each other. The camera cuts to each of their blue locker partner and they look proud and pleased!*] 

Kira : (*takes over the mic enthusiastically, even before accepting the award*) OMG STOP!!! SHUT UP!!! YOU'RE MAKING ME SO GIDDY SHHSJSISHWHS!!?!?? I'M GLAD IM VALUED HERE AT GF FC 😭🫶

Nami : (*hugs her*) now! Now! You definitely deserve it wifey~ 

Izzy : (*slings arms them and jumps between them with a grin*) Yeah, no I think I am a pretty valuable member !!! But if I'm being honest I think everyone is valuable in there own silly way (੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Nami and Najma : *nods* 

Nami : (*pulls Soleil with a playful grin*) Come on now, Soleil! Your turn 😙😃😁

Soleil : (*takes over the mic. Izzy and Kira step back respectfully.*) Today a special day for each of us, thank you, Thank you and thank you again to everyone who is here. ( *Starts crying* ) 

Nami and Kira : (*pats her shoulder and back*) 

Riri and Najma : ( *rub her arms affectionately and soothingly*) 

Izzy : (*thumps her back encouragingly*) Come on you got this! 

Soleil : N-No, I haven't thought about getting a lot of love and camaraderie among the Blue Lock fans, it just started by giving away a shield for the CF GIRLFRIEND. Again, thank you very much for the support, but especially to my brothers and sisters. My dear parents, grandparents and great-great-grandparents. Many thanks to my dear aunt, and her cousin. Above all, to my dear children, and my adorable husband. (*Dry her tears* ) 

Others : 😄😄

Soleil : This award is dedicated to all of you for reading my reports, analysis, films. I LOVE YOU, ARRIBA CF GIRLFRIEND!

Riri : (*gestures Najma to step up with a grin*)

Najma : "Honestly I don’t know how I’ve won this award since I feel like I could name members that deserve it more but I’m of course really grateful for all of you."

Nami : (*circles arms around her shoulders with a playful grin*) DAWWWW too bad our empress is too humble for her own good. Tsk tsk. (*Shakes her head jokingly*) 

Nami : Well, about me. Since I'm awarding this to myself....(*grins sheepishly*) it'd look pretty  narcissistic if I go on giving a long speech haha!! But if you really think i did deserve it you can always affirm me in the comments mi amigossss (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Izzy : Now, pookie! Don't go hiding!! 😁

Riri : (*steps up*) Most valuable player? Ehehehe, my cheeks are going to burst 'cause of blushing so much. Ehehe.. hehe. Thank you for this precious award. I-I don't know what to say, I'm that much happy right now! Oh god, my cheeks hurt, hehe. Thank you so much for this and I would like to share this award with EVERYONE in Girlfriend FC because, well, EVERYONE is a valuable player. This team is incomplete even when only ONE player is missing, so yeah—it's all for you guys! I might be holding this award, but this is meant for everyone! And you too, Hooudie! Thank you so much again, MUAH!

[ *they all hug each other and shake hands before leaving the stage* ] 

Nami : (*with a satisfied smile*) Phew! Man....I'm so speechless. I can't believe all this is coming to an end already. 

Nami : We started as a small community and look how far we've come today.... (*Sighs in satisfaction*)....

Nami : But everyone starts somewhere isn't it? We all started with just 3 members too. We all have our ups and downs. Sometimes we feel worthless and as if we can't reach our goals. And not just Riri and Kira, our honoured warriors, but everyone who's sitting here has achieved one or the other thing and I'm sure we all went through that phase where we were just....broken and tired. 

Nami : Exhausted. 

Nami : Where we just needed that one person to believe in us. And since our journey has only begun I'm sure we are going to be faced with those feelings again. But you know what's different this time? The difference is that we have a community who's got our back. A community which is nothing short of a family itself. And this one last performance shall stay with you all as a remainder for that. 

Nami : Please put your hands together for the TEAM BEAUTY AND BELIEVERS!! 

*The curtains falls*

*The curtain rises to reveal all 5 of them standing at distance with standing mics. Beats, rhythm and beautiful melodies of their voice fills the atmosphere and the curtains falls when their performance is over.* 

*The curtain rises again, revealing the Nami on the stage alone.*

Nami : (*grinning*) WELP!

NAMI : That's it for now, ladies and gentlemen. This was the last for today but DEFINITELY not the least. We will be back with this next year, and the year after that, and keep going! We might be near the end of THIS year's award show but we've barely started on our journey as a huge and successful team. 

Nami : I'd like to thank Soleil for being the sweetest, understanding, eager, enthusiastic and the most easy going person to work with. This was in no way possible without her. I can't express in words just how grateful I am for all help in editing she gave me, without her skills, bringing my ideas to life was impossible. We all also know how she keeps the community alive and shining with her amazing movies and interviews. Can we all, please have a HUGE ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR HER? 

[ *The audience applauds and cheer for her. I smile and join them too.* ] 

Nami : YAY!! 🥳🤩😁

Nami : Thank you! I'd also like to thank Lune, for proofreading the script and providing helpful insights. You all might know I don't have the best history with typos...my Sister, my love (*points to lune*) THANK YOU for saving me from potential embarrassments. 

NAMI : A thanks to all the blue lockers for taking time out of your busy schedules and accompanying our members! You really did all shine to our glamour. It'd have been incomplete without all of yours presence, really!! 

Nami : And lastly I'd like to extend my gratitude to EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU for your kind cooperation. Without your encouragement, motivation and enthusiastic replies I wonder how far I'd have gotten in organising this event. Thanks to all the performers tonight who worked hard to learn the dance routines and practice singing, all for the sake of adding extra joy! You all really made enthusiasm and joy course through our veins with your rhythm! It was a lovely LOVELY experience working with you all and I had so much fun reaching out and interacting with each one of you! 

Nami : BUT! 

Nami : Before I go, let me tell you about the....AFTER PARTY!! Of course there'd be one! But it's optional, of course. Shortly from now, there'd be several Limousines arriving, few at the front gate and few at the back gate. Those of you who wish to join us for the after party, please continue to the back gate, while the others can proceed to leave through the front gate. The ones who are attending the after-party need not worry about dinner or night accommodations, we have it all arranged for you! 

Nami : Once again, a HUGE THANKS to all of you for making this night possible. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!! Till the next time keep shining! This was your anchor for the night - Nami/Miki/Viha, signing off. 

[ *Does a graceful bow and walks away to the back stage while the audience break into cheers and applause. Fire works and confetti works are seen on the stage as "Judgement" plays over speakers.* ] 

*camera zooms out*

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After party memory book coming up!

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[ organiser : @/someprettyname

script writing credits : @/someprettyname

proofread by : @/melodiclune

editing credits : @/soleilonthesun ]

[pixelatedraindrops]

I decided to finish the fic I wrote months ago based on this edit

Also inspired by this ask and my headcanon/analysis on Yuma becoming tired/sick after overusing his own forte.

SPOILERS FOR RAINCODE CHAPTER 1

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The Price of Having a Forte (Oneshot)

Word Count (2,900)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Fever/Illness Whump

Fandom: Master Detective Archives RAINCODE

Characters: Yuma Kokohead, Shinigami, Halara Nightmare

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There was a string of locked room murder mysteries around Kanai Ward lately. For 6 months they kept appearing. All these cases involved the victim being killed by countless nails while the corpse was surrounded by a crowd of porcelain dolls. The murders seem like an Urban Legend in Kanai Ward done by a figure known as The Nail Man.

On his first morning in Kanai Ward, detective trainee Yuma ends up dragged into a mess by his ghostly partner Shinigami. Literally dragging him by a chain to eventually get him involved in the most recent case, involving a child whose father was arrested by peacekeepers thinking he was the culprit.

Yuma takes it upon himself to help this child save his father by finding the true culprit. But he realizes he’s in way over his head and will need some help. So, he seeks out Halara Nightmare, a master detective who charges a little too much for their services. Sadly, this meant Yuma ended up in debt to them. With a bill of 5,500,800 shien.

Unfortunately, the duo’s interference in the case caused the Amaterasu Peacekeepers to hold their Chief hostage as punishment, and they only had three hours to solve this case, or they would arrest him.

Over time investigating the cases, Yuma can investigate the case in the past with Halara using the aid of their forensic forte, Postcognition. Able to see the past of the case when it was discovered by a third party. This proved very helpful because Yuma also had a forte of his own (though he thinks it’s Shinigami’s power) The power of Coalescence. The ability to share someone else’s forte by holding the person’s hand.

Halara sadly showed some reluctance at first due to despising all of humanity, so the thought of touching Yuma mortified them. But Yuma persisted with using Halara’s greed against them.

Thus, his bill becomes bigger.

The duo had just finished investigating their second case in a mansion. They were on their way to the third crime scene in the art gallery in Ginma district. But something was wrong. Yuma was starting to feel tired, dizzy and on the verge of collapse. He even started coughing.

It wasn’t even sudden. The more he used Coalescence with Halara during the investigations, the more he grew fatigued. At first it was just some light tiredness and a small headache, but now it was becoming unbearable.

As the two of them walked towards the center of ginma, Yuma was moving slower. Causing Halara to turn around and face him. He was hunched over, looking down to the ground panting slightly.

“Pick up the pace Yuma, I won’t allow time to be wasted.” Halara said looking a little annoyed.

Yuma didn’t look up. Great. He was already a burden to Halara.

“S-Sorry… You go on ahead…I’ll…catch up….” He said in a winded voice.

Halara doesn’t argue and goes on ahead of him.

“Master come on!! Another dead body awaits us!” Shinigami said in a nagging tone.

Yuma let out a few raspy coughs. His head was killing him. He just wanted to sit down. But he had to keep going.

“I-I know… I’m coming…” he responded under heavy breathing, coughing again.

“What the heck’s going on with you?? You’ve been looking pale since you kept holding hands with Hellara.” The spirit said. “Don’t tell me you’re sick.”

Yuma groaned holding his head. He clearly was.

“Okay, I won’t…” he said in an aggravated tone.

Yuma’s body was giving out. He coughed again before wrapping his hands around his body. He started feeling hot and cold now. The endless rain was not helping him at all, his cold rain-soaked body had begun shivering. The dizziness wasn’t stopping.

Did he have a fever too? Or did he have one this whole time and it just got worse?

Yuma tried to take another step but ended up tripping and collapsing to the floor. His face hitting the wet ground.

“Master!!” Shinigami cried. “Get a hold of yourself!!!”

Yuma’s fatigue levels were skyrocketing. He tried to get up, but his arms were like jelly and wouldn’t move. His entire body was in pain, and he couldn’t stop shaking.

“I can’t…move…. H…help…” he said quietly.

“There’s nothing I can do when you’re the only one who can see me!! Dammit!! Where’s Hellara when you need them!?” Shiniagmi said in an annoyed tone.

Meanwhile.

Halara had just arrived at the destination, but they noticed Yuma wasn’t with them by the time they arrived at the art gallery. This wasn’t their case; they were just assisting him. What took him?

Halara did realize something as they thought to themself on Yuma’s absence. Every time the trainee held their hand to use their forte, over time he felt… a bit warmer?  And come to think of it, he was coughing a little bit too. And he was too tired to keep going.

Halara’s eyes grew slightly wide as they put the pieces together.

Yuma may have been in trouble. And in that state, if peacekeepers saw him…

They immediately rushed back to where Yuma was to see if their deduction was correct.

When Halara got back, they noticed a crowd of people circling around where Yuma was.

“Is he okay?” a ginma civilian asked.

“What happened? Did he get hurt?” another said.

“Maybe someone should call a peacekeeper…” a third said.

That was enough to set Halara’s defensive mode into action. If the peacekeepers found him, it would be over.

They walked over, not even bothering to say excuse me, practically pushing people away. They found Yuma’s unconscious body on the floor. They stood in front of it in defense.

“He’s with me. You can leave now.” Halara said giving an intimidating look.

This was enough to send people away. Halara was hesitant to touch Yuma at first, but he needed to be taken somewhere safe. They reluctantly picked him up and rushed to a small dark corner close to the art gallery.

They set Yuma down against a wall.

“Yuma wake up.” Halara said shaking him a little. “Hey, pull it together…”

Yuma slowly opened his eyes.

“w-who…?” he quietly said. His vison was a little blurry.

“Calm down it’s me.” Halara said. “Are you alright? What happened?”

“H…hala…ra…” Yuma’s breathing was heavy; he could hardly speak.

“Hey now, stay with me Yuma…!” they quietly exclaimed.

Yuma’s eyes were fluttering. He looked as if he’d pass out any minute.

Then he broke out in a harsh wet coughing fit.

He was in BAD shape.

Halara paused for a moment, they really didn’t want to touch him again. But they had no choice, the trainee was clearly ill, and he needed help.

They swallowed their hatred for people and placed a hand to his forehead.

Their deduction was on point.

He was burning.

They moved their hand to his cheek and behind his neck. Then removed it.

“Yuma, you’re burning up.” Halara said.

Yuma’s coughing settled down before he had a dizzy spell and passed out falling in front of Halara and landing on their chest. Due to Halara’s shock, he almost knocks them down.

But he was too small.

Halara was still paused in shock but as they heard the trainee’s heavy panting, they knew the rain was only making his state worse. He was shivering and felt hot. He likely needed medical help.

Not good. Not now… They were on a timer! At this rate, the chief will be…

Halara tried to remain calm. This wasn’t good. They had to do something.

First, they had to get him out of the rain. They picked him up again and ran over to the café.

The staff worker was surprised to see the customers they had just hours ago in such a panicked state. Practically running at full speed into their entrance.

“What happened?” The staff member asked. “You look distressed.”

Halara sits Yuma onto a chair keeping him upright holding his shoulders before turning to the staff worker.

“Call an ambulance. He needs help.” Halara said in a minorly panicked tone.

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The ambulance arrived, and the two were in a waiting room of one of the emergency clinics in Kanai Ward. Halara was seated with Yuma sitting next to them, laying on their right shoulder still panting with their eyes closed.

Eventually the nurse staff takes Yuma away to have him examined.

During his small bit of times in and out of consciousness, Yuma wasn’t sure of what was going on. He could see blurry silhouettes surrounding him, he could feel cold hands touching him, lights flashing in and out, and even the prick of a needle in his arm at one point.

Soon he was out cold once again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When he opened his eyes again much later, he looked around him and saw he was in an unknown room. It looked pretty fancy, and he laid tucked into a large and very comfortable bed. 

He took a moment to look around, but his head was hurting a bit too much. Although the immense dizziness and heat from before subsided and he felt a little more stable, he still felt very tired, and the fever was still very much present. But he didn’t feel as bad as when he was outside. Maybe it was because he was out of the rain, dry and in a warm bed.

“Where…am I…?” he said quietly.

“Master? You awake?” Shinigami said floating beside him.

“Shinigami…? What happened?” he asked.

The small ghostly spirit shrugged.

“I wish I could tell you, but you kept passing in and out of consciousness. And since the two of us are connected, when you pass out, so do I.” she responded. “All I know for sure is that you’re sick as hell. You may as well be a corpse right now.”

He thought to himself.

That’s right… I felt dizzy on the walk to Ginma and couldn’t move much… I guess I fainted.

“My mind feels hazy…I can’t really remember how I got here…” Yuma said holding his head.

“I think that’s normal for an amnesiac like you!” Shinigami said in a teasing tone.

“But you took my memories…” Yuma said. “Anyway, I wonder how…I even got in this state…”

Was it because of all the rain? The lack of sleep? Maybe the stress of this case?

Shinigami pondered for a bit.

“Y’know this is ONLY a guess, I think that maybe, juuust maybe, using Coalescence too much might’ve caused your body to deteriorate like this.”

“Now that you mention it…the more I held hands with Halara…the more tired I became…”

“Yeah, so maybe you can only use it a specific number of times.” Shinigami said.

“You didn’t know about this? Isn’t this your power Shinigami?” Yuma asked.

“Th-That’s not important right now! Look over there, Master.” Shinigami said pointing to a bag on the desk beside him.

Yuma turned his head and noticed there was a prescribed medical bag. It had his full name written on it and instructions and numbers per dosage taken. He reached his hand for it and grabbed it looking it over.

“I wonder if… Halara may have taken me to a clinic.” He said deducing that from observing the bag.

“Yeah, I think I remember from the black in-and-out visions, I saw a lot of white and some people in scrubs. I think you were taken back.”

“I do remember feeling something poke me… Maybe they had to give me a shot.”

“Not surprising with your weak body. I bet the lowest fever would cause you to be taken to the medical ward. Sheesh you’re so lame Master.”

“Again… This is your power…” Yuma protested.

But before they could argue further, he heard the opening of a door.

Yuma looked over and saw Halara holding a bag as they walked in.

“Yuma, you’re awake.” Halara said, putting the bag down.

“Halara…where am I?” he asked quietly, placing the prescription bag back on the nightstand table.

“You’re in my hotel room. You collapsed outside Ginma. I took you to a clinic and they told me you had a fever of almost 102 degrees. You need to rest.” they said.

“S-Sorry…that you had to go through that trouble…” Yuma responded meekly. “Thank you, for helping me Halara…”

“You owe me an extra 500,000 shien for that.” They responded, putting the bag down. “And I didn’t have a choice, we’re on a timer and I couldn’t just leave you there to die.”

Yuma remained silent. It must have been hard for Halara to do that since they didn’t like touching other people. To see them go the extra mile for him was surprising but kind of them, nonetheless.

Halara reached into the bag and grabbed 2 things.

“Now, I got you a glass of ice water from the restaurant as well as some vanilla yogurt. You’re free to eat it later. Before I leave, you should take the medication to help you sleep.”

Yuma tried to sit up, but his body was not cooperating. The shot from earlier seemed to make his body limp and the fever was still making his world spin a bit. He was only more stable due to being out of the rain outside and somewhere warm and dry. He couldn’t move if he wanted to.

“S-Sorry…I can’t…move…” Yuma responded.

“That’s to be expected. The nurse told me the injection you received would make your body feel limp for better recovery purposes.” Halara said as they walked closer to Yuma placing the water glass on the stand beside him. “Why do you think I’m still here? I will assist you.”

Halara knelt on the floor so they could be at Yuma’s level. They grabbed the medical bag on the stand and took the prescribed medicine tablets out of it. They punctured one of the blue and white pills out and set it on their palm. Then they grabbed the glass of water with their other hand, along with a small straw that was included with it. They unwrapped it placing it into the glass delicately.

“Okay, now open your mouth.” Halara said as they held the pill in between their fingers.  

Yuma opened his mouth as Halara gently set the tablet where his tongue was. Yuma closed his mouth, not swallowing the tablet, but didn’t want to look awkward with his mouth hanging open while waiting for what Halara would do next.

The taller detective took the glass of water then moved it and the straw close to Yuma’s now closed mouth.

“Here. Drink up.” Halara said.

Yuma opened his mouth again then closed it once he had the straw and bit down onto it, the tablet still on his tongue. He drank the water quietly swallowing the pill in the process.

“Huh… Guess even Hellara can be pretty nice every once in a while…” Shinigami said floating above his head looking down at the sight before her.

Yuma closed his eyes as he continued drinking. The ice cool water felt good going down his throat so even if the pill was already down, he kept drinking. It was refreshing and it was just what his feverish body needed.

Once he was done with his cold beverage, he released the straw exhaling.

“Thank you Halara…” he said with a weak smile.

Halara didn’t speak putting the glass down and stood up walking toward the door.

“I will solve this case alone. You cannot continue in your state.” They spoke.

“Wait…but you said…”

“I know what I said. But circumstances have changed. The chief is still being held hostage by those peacekeepers, and you’re too ill to continue the case. There is no time to hesitate…you will owe me greatly for this, but we do not have many options.”

Halara closed their eyes. “I may have an idea on the culprit…just leave it to me, Yuma.”

Yuma looked up at Shinigami.

“Hate to admit it but, Hellara’s right. You can hardly move in the condition you’re in and pretty sure that rain would boom-kill you before you solve the case anyway. Plus, if you pass out, so do I, and that wasn’t a lot of fun for me y’know!”

Yuma sighed as he looked back at his temporary caretaker about to leave.

“Thanks… I’ll leave it to you Halara…” he responded.

Halara nodded. “Get some rest. When you wake up again, we will be back in the agency with the chief unharmed.” They gave a wink.

“With my logic, anything is possible.”

Yuma nodded as he watched Halara leave the room making sure the door was locked so nobody would barge in to bother or even attack Yuma. They made sure the windows were locked too and the lighting in the room was dim.

They really did think of everything.

Yuma yawned as he slowly turned his head sinking it into the soft fluffy pillow. This bed was much more comfortable than the sofa he slept on back at the agency. He felt he would fall asleep any minute.

“Hey, Master? I think you should probably be careful how much you use Coalescence from now on…” Shinigami commented. “Maybe only use it just once or twice…”

Yuma nodded weakly as he sighed, slowly closing his eyes drifting off to a much-needed slumber. One that he couldn’t get back at the agency.

[gothamusing]

THE PENGUIN, EPISODE FIVE. a collection of memes derived from episode five of the penguin series, for roleplaying purposes. feel free to edit as you see fit. do not steal. (18+).

you came back. put your ass on the line for me. a hundred maserati's couldn't replace that.

it's you and me now. till the end.

ain't it time we get ourselves some goddamn respect?

only the good die young.

hold still you piece of shit.

you messed with the wrong fսcking family!

what do you want?

i want what's mine.

come on! some of us got places to be.

awfully suspicious, don't you think?

is that a question you'd like me to answer?

i hope you didn't come to my home to throw my family's death in my face.

sorry for your loss.

the cops are looking for you. although i get the sense they'd rather find you dead than alive.

you're not looking too good.

the fuck is wrong with you?

what kind of person kills their own fucking family?

i need untraceable cash.

you think i'm a fսcking idiot? the second i do what you want, you fսcking kill me.

don't tell me to relax.

i was your alibi. you made me that.

keep your voice down, alright?

nothing's gonna happen to you. i won't let it.

all i'm askin' is for you to hang tight just a little longer. that's it. and then it's you and me on top of the world, baby.

i need you to fix this.

one family down, one to go.

i know you wanna get in the fight, but i ain't got no one else i can trust.

let's get you home.

you ready to head back to the house?

i got no reason to lie anymore!

i ain't trying to push on a bruise.

you need me.

you wanna be boss? you wanna win this war? then money's not enough. you need respect. you need soldiers who want to fight for you.

you go it alone out there, you're not gonna last a day.

i couldn't help your mother. let me help you.

come here, sweetheart.

look what i found.

i tell my son to visit more, so he sends strangers.

don't lie to me. you're bad at it.

straight to business, huh? you know, i respect that.

what have you done to him?

he's fine. picture of health.

shit, what happened?

i got a lotta heat on me.

there's a go bag in the kitchen, it's behind the vent, in the pantry.

just get in the car.

what are you doing here?

what do you want? because i'm in the middle of something.

i think we're past the point of analysis, don't you?

you were right about me.

i'd like to be a part of whatever's next.

i gassed the family. i killed them all.

i am so glad that they're dead.

as of today, my father's legacy is dead.

why are we here?

what is it? what's wrong?

i hate it here.

you alone?

what have they done to you?

i'm not going with you.

i thought we was in this together?

you know i'm yours.

right now... i'm just gonna hold you back.

freedom always comes at a cost, doesn't it?

your family had it right, i think.

both of us suffering at the hands of that same man.

would you have let that stand?

i woulda ripped out his tongue and left him for the vultures.

i'm very sorry about your family.

why are you here? what do you want?

i've come here to end the war between our families.

i'm not gonna kill you.

i am offering you an alliance.

we join our families, as a show of strength. and then we take over the city. together.

i feel like i let you down.

this place is temporary.

i ain't like him.

are you trying to kill me?

the city took them. just like it took your family.

there was nothin' i could do.

i was... too weak.

my brothers and me, we used to get into all kinds of trouble.

back then, when we was kids, we just had the city, you know? that was our playground.

these tunnels, they go everywhere. give us access to the whole damn city.

welcome to our new base of operations.

this fucking place... calling me home.

[midsummer-semantics]

This Could All Be Yours

What?? Another Steddie Kinktober addition? Of course. (Once again cross-posted on ao3!)

Rating: Explicit (Obviously)

Note: Say "Hello Robin!"

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Professor Steve Harrington, Grad Student Eddie Munson, except now he's DONE!, Dom Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Munson, Age Difference, just to clarify it's only about 10 years, First Kiss, First Time, Getting Together, finally and literally, Dry Humping, Daddy Kink, Possessive Steve Harrington, Impact Play, Spanking, Rimming, a touch of Manhandling, Breeding Kink, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Unsafe Sex, Creampie, Coming Untouched, I decided they're switches but Eddie just bottoms on impulse, Aftercare, Almost snuck a love confession in there, Porn with Feelings, because of course I did, Kinktober

Summary:

Dear Mr. Munson,

Your thesis “From Shakespeare to Spiritbox: An analysis of Early Modern references in Metal Music” has been accepted with minor edits—

The rest of the email is gibberish. He passed (with minor edits, but who cares). He’s done. He has his marks.

His phone is in his hand and he’s dialing Steve’s number before he can think twice about it.

Or: THEY FINALLY KISS (and other things)

[divider by @steddiecameraroll-graphics

Keep reading below for the fic! ⤵️

This Could All Be Yours 

Dear Mr. Munson, Your thesis “From Shakespeare to Spiritbox: An analysis of Early Modern references in Metal Music” has been accepted with minor edits —

The rest of the email is gibberish. He passed (with minor edits, but who cares). He’s done. He has his marks.

His phone is in his hand and he’s dialing Steve’s number before he can think twice about it.

“Hello, sweethea—”

“I passed!”

Steve chuckles on the other line. “Did you? I had no idea.”

Eddie can hear the sarcasm in his voice, knowing part of the email he received has the revision comments that are at least half Steve’s, but it does nothing to distract from the elation he currently feels. 

He passed. 

He’s not stuck at the university another year.

He and Steve can be together. Finally.

“Stevie,” Eddie whines, hoping the singular word is enough to convey everything his mind is rolling through: the longing, the desire, the need.

“Yes, my darling?” Steve asks, setting Eddie’s body aflame.

“I— uh…” Eddie stutters. He has the ability to be with Steve now, knows down to his bone marrow that this is right, but he’s suddenly unsure how to ask for the inevitable.

Steve breathes an amused sound into the phone, muttering something out of ear shot before speaking to Eddie again. “I’m very proud of you, baby. Can I show you how much?”

Eddie nods vigorously, keys already in-hand while Steve rattles off his address.

The drive over is a blur of horny desire and Eddie’s not sure how he makes it safely, but it comes to a grinding halt when the person who answers the door isn’t Steve.

“Oh Dingus,” calls the woman with a stylish bob, one hand on her hip, not even asking who Eddie is while giving him a judgmental once-over. “Your boyfriend is here.” 

“Jesus Christ, Rob, can you not?” comes Steve’s voice from somewhere behind her before the beautiful man is hip-checking her out of the way. His caramel eyes soften considerably when they land on Eddie, and the turmoil in the younger man’s stomach slows a little. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. My sister—” Steve spares a glance at the woman, eyes narrowed in challenge before turning back to Eddie, “—likes to give me shit. Ignore her.”

“Fat chance of that,” Rob (?) scoffs, turning back to Eddie. “Congrats on passing your thesis. Don’t fuck it up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Eddie mutters automatically. 

Rob’s face screws up in disgust. “Ugh. Don’t. Robin’s fine.” She turns quickly back to Steve. “I expect to meet him properly for brunch soon. Stop being a fucking idiot.”

Eddie isn’t sure he’s ever seen Steve look properly chastised before, but the older man’s shoulders are near his ears while he nods in agreement. “Yeah, of course. See you soon.”

Robin gives a perfunctory nod to Steve and then Eddie before shoving past the younger man, leaving Eddie standing in Steve’s doorway with a wave of confusion barreling through him.

Eddie continues to stand in the doorway, watching the woman’s retreating back for a moment before turning to Steve. “I don’t think she likes me.”

Steve gives him an apologetic smile as he waved the younger man inside. “She doesn’t not like you. She just doesn’t know you. And to be fair, up until this morning you were a student of mine.”

That thought shouldn’t make Eddie hot under the collar, but alas, he’s never quite had his head screwed on right.

“Sure, no I get that,” Eddie agrees, following the older man further into the house, trailing after him like a lost puppy, more like. “Should I be worried that she does want to get to know me?”

Steve stops as he reaches the fridge, giving Eddie a more sincere smile. “Probably. But just take it as a compliment for now. It means she knows how important you are to me. Something to drink?”

Eddie pulls a lock of hair across his face on instinct, trying to hide the blush at Steve’s admission that he cares about him. Jesus Christ, what is wrong with him? How old is he? 

It’s only then that he remembers Robin referred to Eddie as Steve’s boyfriend, and he blushes harder.

“Eddie?” Steve prompts, reaching out to gently unlatch his hair from his grip, pushing is behind his ear instead. “We’re celebrating right? Drink?”

Eddie feels like he’s swallowed his tongue, the casual touch sending sparks through his system. He wants more. Wants Steve to wrap the hand currently still grazing his cheek around the back of his neck and manhandle him. Wants to finally get his own hands on Steve now that the looming presence of his graduation status isn’t hanging over them like a dark cloud.

“Sure,” he croaks, words and vocalization hard with Steve still touching him. He’s not sure if finally feeling Steve is better or worse for his sanity.

Steve’s lips curve into a small smirk and Eddie bites back a yelp when Steve pinches his cheek like a wiley toddler before letting his hand fall away.

“Pick your poison. I’ve got bourbon, scotch, gin, rum. Or if you’re not into something heavy there’s beer, wine, apple juice, and water.”

“Are you running a bar in here?” Eddie jokes, breathing a little easier without Steve in his immediate orbit.

Steve chuckles, his cheeks pinkening slightly. “Robin and I met when we were bartending at the same shitty dive in college. Old habits die hard.” Eddie watches the man pull down two rocks glasses from a cabinet and drops a large ice cube into both before moving over to a bar cart he hadn’t noticed before — though, to be fair, he’s barely taken his eyes off of the older man since arriving.

“Wait—” he starts, seeing Steve grab a bottle of what looks like very expensive bourbon and pouring two fingers into each glass. “I thought she was your sister.”

Steve nods as he sticks the cork back in the bottle and sets it back in its place. “Oh, she is. In every way that matters except legally. Sometimes I forget we’re not twins, if I’m honest.”

“Hmm,” Eddie hums, accepting the proffered drink with a small thank you. Steve clinks his glass against the edge of Eddie’s before they both take a sip. “I have a friend like that.”

“Chrissy, right?” Steve asks, leading them into the living room. There’s a wing-back chair that he sits in, motioning a hand to the couch next to it for Eddie. It feels a lot like a mirror of their time in Steve’s office, and the horny thoughts that sprout from that almost make him miss the fact that Steve mentioned Chrissy by name.

“Yeah,” Eddie says with a fond smile, swirling the liquid in his glass. Briefly, he thinks about the fact he can tell her about Steve now. They no longer have to hide what’s going on between them. But that thought is quickly overshadowed by another. “I just realized that you know so much about me and I know next to nothing about you.”

Steve smiles, his honey brown eyes sparkling in the lamp light. “Well, we’ll just have to fix that. But maybe not tonight.”

The older man’s voice dropped an octave on the last sentence, making Eddie’s insides burn in a way that can’t be attributed to the alcohol. 

“Oh?” he breathes, really hoping Steve isn’t just going to toy with him again. “What, uh… what did you have in mind instead?”

Steve sets his rocks glass aside, the liquid barely touched, and waves a hand to beckon Eddie over. Eddie sets his aside as well before he stands, walking the few feet to stand, once again, between Steve’s spread legs. It’s another mirror of the last time he saw Steve, before the professor ordered him out of his clothes and made him ride that dildo in his office chair, only this time, Steve doesn’t hesitate to reach out and place his hands on Eddie’s hips, drawing him closer.

“God,” Steve breathes, his hands running up and down Eddie’s sides. “I’ve been wanting to touch you for ages and now I finally can. I don’t know where to start.”

“Professor—” Eddie mutters nonsensically, but stops when Steve’s hands squeeze his hips, his long fingers brushing against his ass.

“I’m not your professor anymore, baby boy. Wanna try something else?”

Eddie’s breath hitches and he sways a little into the simple contact, bringing his own hands up to rest on Steve’s broad shoulders.

He runs through a mental list of monikers: they’ve done sir, always a personal favorite, but not big enough to encapsulate the way Eddie wants to please Steve now that he can finally do it like this. Master is too formal and frankly reminds him of D&D, which would be hot in any other setting, but not for this, and that’s not how he wants this relationship to be defined. Steve always calls him baby boy, though, which he knows is mostly because Eddie’s younger than him, and while age play is a hard no for him, he’s not opposed to the Daddy Dom dynamic in the right setting.

“Daddy?” he whispers, unsure how it’ll be received until Steve’s face lights up.

“Yeah?” Steve asks, looking like a kid on Christmas for a moment before visibly schooling himself. Eddie would laugh if he wasn’t still nervous. Steve is still smiling softly when he starts running his hands over Eddie’s sides again, this time roaming back over his ass and squeezing for a moment. “We can do that, sweetheart. I’d love to be your Daddy if that’s what you want.”

Eddie bites his lip to stop the smile — and does a terrible job because it breaks free anyway — and nods. “Yes, please. I trust you. I respect you. I want this with you.”

Steve lets his face light up again, and Eddie barely gets a squeak out before he’s hauled into Steve’s lap and the older man’s lips are on his. It’s a little awkward and includes a lot of shuffling, some grunts that aren’t tied to the kissing itself, and limbs in places they’re not meant to fit in order to get two grown men into the chair Steve’s sitting in, but once Eddie is securely straddling Steve’s lap, their mouths pressed together and their hands pulling at hair and clothing, Eddie lets himself sink into the knowledge that he can finally, finally have this.

Steve’s mouth is as sure as his words always are, taking control as he moves his tongue against Eddie’s, but yielding enough to let the younger man take as much as he wants as well. It’s a delicate balance, as all things have been with them, except now Eddie knows what Steve tastes like, knows that the low groans and hitches in breath are from Eddie’s physical weight and presence instead of the furious masturbation and images of what he couldn’t touch before.

“Steve—” Eddie groans, rolling his hips in the man’s lap, feeling the hardness under his slacks that matches the one in Eddie’s jeans. “Daddy,” he tries again.

“Fuck, say it again,” Steve begs, readjusting his hands so one is buried in Eddie’s hair and the other is palming his ass, guiding his hips to rut against him harder.

“Daddy, please.”

Steve grunts like he’s been punched in the chest, tearing his mouth away from Eddie’s to trail down his throat, sucking and biting bruises into the skin.

“I’m going to fucking own you. You’re mine. All mine,” Steve mutters, rolling his hips up to meet Eddie’s, like he can fuck him through the layers they’re still unfortunately wearing. The way Eddie feels like his cock is going to rip through his jeans, he sort of wishes it were possible.

“Yours,” he mewls, clawing at Steve’s shoulders, needing the fabric to disappear. “All yours. And all mine.”

Steve growls and pulls himself away from the no-doubt deep bruise he’s worked into Eddie’s neck before crashing their lips back together again.

“I need you naked. Now,” Steve huffs, smacking Eddie’s ass over his jeans, earning a wanton moan that Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever made before in his life. It also doesn’t go unnoticed. “Oh? You like that, baby boy?”

Eddie nods, wiggling in Steve’s lap instead of getting up, silently begging for more. “Yes, daddy.”

Steve rewards him with another swift swat before helping the younger man to his feet. “Strip and bend over the couch. There’s definitely more where that came from.”

Eddie makes quick work of his clothes, folding them neatly like he had in Steve’s office, before resting his knees on the seat of the couch, elbows braced on the back. It’s not that Steve’s never seen him in a similar position before, but he’s shaking with barely restrained energy knowing that his daddy (!!) is actually going to touch him this time. 

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds after Eddie presents himself before Steve’s hands are on him, smoothing over the globes of his ass and squeezing his thighs and hips, small hums of appreciation rolling through him.

“Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Steve rasps, leaning over Eddie’s back to press open-mouthed kisses along his spine. He snuffles Eddie’s hair away from his neck, not taking his hands off where he’s kneading the softer parts of Eddie’s hips and ass, and pulling him flush against his groin as he bites down on the nape of Eddie’s neck.

Apparently he’d been so focused on his own presentation that he missed Steve undressing, because the heat of the older man’s bare chest is like fire against Eddie’s back, and only the soft cotton of Steve’s briefs are a barrier between the hard line of his cock and Eddie’s aching center.

“Daddy,” Eddie whines, using his grip on the couch back to press back against Steve. “Need you.”

Steve shushes him gently, running his hands from Eddie’s hips up his stomach and chest, bringing him more flush against Steve’s front. “I got you, baby boy. I promised I’d take care of you and I will.”

Eddie whines again, for more, to see Steve’s face while they do this, for the heavens to open and take him, he doesn’t care. Not as long as Steve keeps touching him.

His breath hitches as he gets his wish, one of Steve’s hands keeping a tight grip on Eddie’s shoulder while the other runs back down his flank and around to palm his ass again. “You want it, baby? Want me to mark you up? Make it hard to sit without the memory of my hands on you?” Steve murmurs, his breath hot in Eddie’s ear.

“Yes, daddy,” Eddie squirms, rolling his hips into the feeling of Steve’s wide palm, seeking something, anything.

Steve lets loose a dark chuckle, one that skitters up Eddie’s spine like a rat in a crawl space, before massaging his cheek harshly once more and drawing back. The strike is strong and true, stinging in a way that smarts and will leave an incriminating hand print, and Eddie wails at the sensation. Steve palms the area, a little mean and a little rough, and Eddie presses back against it, silently begging for more.

Steve does it again, a little to the left of the first one, spreading it out to get even more of him red and aching in the best way. His cock swings between his legs, hot and heavy, pre-come gathering at the tip as Steve smacks his ass and thighs a couple more times before sliding his hands over Eddie’s body to switch sides. Each time Eddie moans and begs for more, harder, just like that, and each time Steve rewards him with the right amount of pain-pleasure that has him seeing stars.

“Daddy,” Eddie whines, voice high pitched and a little broken.

“What is it, sweet thing?” Steve murmurs, rubbing his palm against the latest sweltering sting. “What do you need?”

Eddie moans at the overwhelming feeling of Steve surrounding him. He hasn’t even touched his dick and Eddie’s still so close to coming it’s kind of embarrassing.

“Fuck me,” he wheezes. “Please, daddy. I need you to fuck me.”

“Mmm, fuck, yeah absolutely,” Steve groans, pulling away slightly. “But first, I made a promise.”

Eddie lifts his head from where he’d rested it against his crossed arms, barely getting the chance to try and look over his shoulder before Steve is on his knees, his hands prying Eddie’s cheeks apart, and Steve’s tongue laving over his hole.

“AH! Steve!” Eddie cries, his body jolting with surprise and pleasure even as he shoves his hips back against Steve’s eager tongue.

The sounds are obscene as Steve eats him out, Eddie’s body trembling as he tries to keep upright through the onslaught, and every time Steve moans against him like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, the vibrations running through Eddie’s body like an electrical current, Eddie could swear he glows like a Christmas tree.

But then — holy shit — Steve gets a hand on Eddie’s dick, and from two points of contact Steve is consuming him.

And Eddie’s only human — though the absolute God eating his ass and jerking him off is definitely a demon — so he barely gets a choked off warning past his lips before he’s shooting off across Steve’s couch.

And Steve — Steve! Daddy! — is moaning the entire time like he’s the one who experienced a mind-blowing orgasm at the hands of the devil himself. 

“Sir, please,” Eddie whimpers, trying to draw away from Steve’s eagerness for a brief moment.

“Sorry,” Steve mutters, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s right ass cheek, earning a hiss when he remembers how sore and red he must be. “You just taste so good and I’ve been imagining eating your ass since day one.”

Eddie grumbles unintelligibly and sags a bit on the cushions, wrung out already even though Steve hasn’t actually fucked him yet.

“Are you okay if I leave you here for a second? Gonna grab some water,” Steve asks, once again, ever-knowing.

“Touch me again right now and I’ll explode,” Eddie warns half-heartedly.

“Didn’t you already?” Steve snarks, lightly tapping Eddie’s right cheek over a particularly sore spot, chuckling lightly when Eddie squeals before releasing him to grab a drink.

Eddie takes a moment to survey his body. Yes, his ass stings, and his knees kind of ache from the position, but he’s never felt so relaxed and pliant, even after Steve’s wrung him dry multiple times. Maybe it’s the result of Steve finally touching him, or maybe Eddie’s just so down bad that his body is easily manipulated by the older man’s efforts, but either way the thought of Steve not being done with him is almost enough to make him hard again.

“You can turn around,” Steve prompts as he comes back, and Eddie tries not to wince as he turns to take a seat on the scratchy material of the couch, accepting the proffered glass of water. Eddie takes it gratefully, leaning heavily against Steve’s side when the other man plants himself on the couch next to Eddie instead of back in his chair.

They’re quiet for several minutes, letting the afterglow wash over them, before Eddie’s brain finally returns to full function.

“Wait a minute, I asked you to fuck me.”

Steve cackles at that, head thrown back and strong neck on display. “Pretty sure I did,” he says through chuckles when he finally gains some level of composure. “I’m leaning back against the evidence of it right now.”

Eddie’s cheeks burn when Steve wriggles, knowing without a doubt that he’s rubbing the come Eddie released into his back and the couch cushion, but that’s also not what he meant.

He huffs in annoyance, setting the now empty water glass next to his abandoned bourbon and turns so he’s facing Steve. 

“Daddy,” he whines, bringing a hand up to Steve’s glorious chest before running it down the planes of his body until it settles over the rigid length tenting his briefs. Steve groans at the friction, clearly trying to stop his hips from raising and seeking out more, and Eddie feels on top of the world having this kind of power of Steve.

Really, Eddie knows he’s been in charge the whole time. Steve doesn’t make a single move without Eddie’s approval, and that’s why he trusts the older man so implicitly. But god, if he doesn’t get Steve’s dick inside him soon—

“Alright, baby, alright,” Steve mutters, yanking Eddie’s hand away, bringing it up to his mouth to place a kiss on the back of it. “But I’m not fucking you on the couch.”

In the space of a few seconds, Steve has Eddie in his arms bridal-style and walks them back to his bedroom. It shouldn’t be hot — if anything, he should be concerned about the older man’s back giving out considering they’re the same height — but Eddie’s brain has been replaced with a horny cymbal-playing monkey so sue him for the moan he lets out when Steve lays him on his bed with nary a grunt in effort.

He stands back, hands on his hips, like he’s surveying the land, and Eddie fights both the desire to cover himself and the wave of dizziness that washes over him as his dick tries to harden again too quickly.

“I thought I wanted to see you bent over my desk, but seeing you in my bed is worlds better,” Steve mutters, almost like he’s only talking to himself. Eddie squirms as the desire for the older man grows once more, fisting the sheets to stop from fisting his cock.

“Daddy, please,” he begs, though, not wanting it to be over , necessarily, but definitely needing Steve’s hands back on him sooner rather than later.

Steve takes another moment to rove his gaze over Eddie before hooking his thumbs in his briefs and shoving them down his legs. His cock sprints free, beet red and dripping at the tip. Eddie doesn’t know where to look, at the man’s face, his groin, the chest hair and wild sex-flush adorning it. He doesn’t even get a chance to take it in for very long before Steve is crawling over him, shoving Eddie back against the duvet and diving back in to kiss him.

This time, without all the clothes in the way, Eddie gets a real feel for the way they fit together, the way Steve’s body — a little soft and yielding in places from age, but still hot and hard and strong — finds a home between Eddie’s spread legs, their dicks lined up and pressing unyieldingly against each other.

“Fuck, baby,” Steve moans, rolling his hips down into Eddie’s a pulling a punched out sound with the tip of Steve’s cock catches just below the crown of Eddie’s. 

“Need you,” Eddie begs against Steve’s lips, his hands flying off from the bed to grip and pull at Steve’s sides, his hips, his perfect ass to try to coax the older man closer.

“I know what you need, baby boy,” Steve coos, kissing back down Eddie’s throat again and biting at his clavicle, his chest, the one nipple ring he has because he was too chicken-shit to get the second one done after the first hurt too much. Steve tugs on the little bar on just the right side of too harsh, laving his tongue over it to soothe the sting when Eddie arches into it. He pays equal attention to the other side, toying with Eddie until he’s whining and shaking, his cock leaving a trail of pre on his belly and seemingly never stopping.

“Please,” he begs again, and Steve relents only long enough to reach over Eddie for the lube in his bedside table. He sits back on his heels, once again devouring Eddie with his eyes, tossing the bottle up and catching it a few times. 

“I want you to ride me, sweetheart. Think you can do that?”

Eddie nods a little dumbly, muttering a quiet uh huh , before reaching for the lube bottle. Steve snatches it away.

“Absolutely not. I’ve spent the last eight months watching you finger yourself open from a distance. It’s my turn.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, glancing down at Steve’s hand like it holds the gift of life itself. Honestly, it just might.

He follows Steve’s lead, as he has the entire time, letting the older man rearrange them so Eddie’s straddling Steve’s chest, a little high up, but only so Steve doesn’t have to work at too awkward and angle as he lubes up his fingers and starts playing with Eddie’s still slightly relaxed hole.

“Next time, we’ll switch,” Steve says, eying the space between Eddie’s legs where his arm disappears, like he can see past the twitching weight of Eddie’s cock to where his fingers are gently working him open on one finger.

Eddie makes an inquisitive sound that mostly is just a moan as Steve curls that single finger inside him, a second one already massaging the tight furl of muscle, waiting for the right moment to enter.

“Oh, honey. You didn’t think I would want this,” Steve coos, bringing his other hand around to stroke Eddie’s cock torturously slowly, “inside me at some point, did you? This big, beautiful cock inside me, trying to fuck me so good.”

“Steve, don’t—” Eddie warns, already so on edge once more and Steve doesn’t even have a second finger in him yet.

The older man chuckles darkly, using the hand on Eddie’s cock to form a tight ring at the base as he works a second finger in. Eddie’s brain is still fuzzy, getting worse with every drawn out moment as Steve works him open on his fingers, the words coming out of Steve’s mouth a white noise through the haze. 

He knows he’s making all kinds of noises too, but he doesn’t have it in himself to be embarrassed, already knows he’s made all kinds of noises during their private lessons that would be mortifying in any other context, and he couldn’t even let them loose then the way he does now. Now, he doesn’t have to bite them back for fear they’re going to get caught. Now, Eddie can beg and plead and cry out as loud as he wants when Steve intentionally abuses his prostate with the pads of his fingers, and Steve just encourages him to be louder.

“That’s it, baby boy. Ride my fingers. Make yourself feel good.”

Eddie plants his hands on Steve’s shoulders and does what he’s told, so close, so so close —

“Daddyyyy,” he drags out, because he’s right there and he needs Steve inside him NOW!

Steve releases Eddie’s cock to grab his hip, stilling him before gently pulling his fingers free. Then he hands Eddie the lube. “Slick me up, baby. Make sure we’re both nice and wet for you to take me.”

Eddie’s movements are jerky and uncoordinated, and he knows he uses way too much but it doesn’t matter, because in the space of a few seconds he’s got Steve’s cock notched at his empty hole and is sinking down finally, finally.

“Fuck, Eddie, ” Steve groans, head thrown back as Eddie works himself down, taking Steve faster than he probably should but can’t seem to stop.

Only once Eddie’s settled in Steve’s lap, skin feeling like it’s on fire and like he’s going to die right here, does Steve gasp and seem to come back to himself.

“Shit, condom—”

Eddie’s already shaking his head, rolling his hips to adjust faster. “Don’t care. Breed me, daddy. Make me yours.”

“Fuuuuck, baby boy, god I can’t believe how perfect you are,” Steve praises, running his hands up Eddie’s sides and chest, plucking his nipples again. “So perfect for me. Gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna breed his tight hole, keep you full and satisfied. Mark you up inside and out.”

Then, with a perfunctory swat on his ass that reminds Eddie of the hits he’s already taken, Steve brings his legs up, feet planted on the mattress, and gives Eddie his first proper thrust.

It’s a frenzy from there, like neither man can control themselves now that they get to have this. Eddie does his best to hang on, leaning back enough so the angle of Steve’s cock hits his prostate on every pass. It’s divine, otherworldly, ethereal. The sounds Steve makes — that they’re both making — as he rearranges Eddie’s guts and Eddie tries to keep himself up is better than any music. Punctuated by the slapping of his cock against Steve’s stomach on every down pass, Eddie’s not going to last like this.

“God, holy shit,” Steve curses, using his grip on Eddie’s waist to bring him down harder on his lap. “Fuck, Eddie— I love this. Love the way you feel around me. Love how you look riding me. Love—”

Eddie doesn’t hear the rest, the ringing in his ears too great — or maybe that’s the sound of his cries as he starts coming untouched, slamming himself down over and over again on Steve’s cock while his own unloads across Steve’s stomach, his chest, his own body because he’s kind of a fire hose and can’t control it.

“Fuck, yeah, baby! Take it! Take i— AH!” Steve moans, curses, screams as he hits his own peak, and Eddie swears he can feel every pulse of Steve’s come filling him exactly as he asked. 

He collapses like a marionette shortly after, no doubt crushing Steve beneath him, but the older man just holds Eddie through the aftershocks without complaint, pressing kisses to his temple and cheeks and anywhere else he can reach. Steve’s hands smooth up and down his back like he’s afraid to let go and, honestly, Eddie’s afraid of what might happen if he does. 

They’ve built this… thing, this tentative relationship based on months of so much foreplay and trust and keeping each other at arm's length that now, in the afterglow of their new reality, Eddie is terrified that he’ll be found lacking. That now that he has Steve in his grasp, the man is going to realize it wasn’t worth the months of waiting.

“I can hear you panicking, sweet boy,” Steve mutters into the quiet, and oh god, his dick is still in Eddie’s body, softening but still present, while Eddie’s brain spirals. “I told you you were mine and you are. You are.” 

Steve’s hold on his grows tighter even as his soft cock finally slips out, and Eddie tries not to whine at the loss because Steve continues to hold him, rubbing his back and kissing his face. 

“I am,” Eddie mutters quietly against the sweaty skin of Steve’s neck. “Yours. And you’re mine?”

Steve hooks a finger under Eddie’s chin, bringing his face up to kiss him on the lips. “All yours, baby boy.”