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fluffypotatey · 2 years ago

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watching Leverage: ep 4

GOOD MORNING!

i actually meant to watch this episode last night but my sleepy brain said otherwise lol

Pre-game Thoughts:

also thank you everyone in the Leverage fandom who has given me such a warm welcome! y'all are so sweet and i feel like i'm being mothered by older cousins lol. i didn't expect this to gain a lot of ppl's attention, just a couple mutuals but hello!!! welcome to the show that y'all are vicariously watching through me or rewatching!

ok so turns out last episode we delved more into character backstory AND the overarching plot

Eliot was a farm-boy before getting becoming a bruiser, and i don't know why that is so funny to me (yes i do). my only question is when did he decide to go into that kind of business. was he an underground boxer or something? did he move to the city to "make a name for himself" but instead got into the mafia or something?

out of all the characters, this man is the one i want to know more about just because he never explains himself. oh, he recognized the fighting style of that mercenary? how sir??? oh you've been in this business for some time? how long sir????

this big insurance company is definitely the big bad. if they are the ones that our crew faces in the season's finale, i wouldn't be shocked. i would a little disappointed because these guys seem more like a s3 type of big bad that you build and build for some more seasons.

the actor who plays sterling is so familiar to me. i feel like i've seen him but he looked older than now. was he in spn? i think he was. i don't watch spn, but i've seen enough gifs to know the cast.

i've talked long enough, on with the show!

spoilers incoming lol

fluffy's reactions!

i haven't even clicked play yet WHY IS ALEC WEARING YELLOW??? LMAO HE LOOKS LIKE THE BANANA HAT GUY FROM CURIOUS GEORGE

THE CLERGY???? oh wait no this is about city council corruption. a little disappointed, but this concept is still interesting

the children trying so hard to compliment sophie about her play. i think parker was genuine tho and she deserves a gold star

nathan trying his best to compliment the play lol "a beautiful rendition!" he keeps it vague enough to ensure there's nothing bad well done

OH??? THE EX WIFE IS COMING IN??? DON'T WORRY SOPHIE EVERYTHING WILL BE OK

"what are you doing?" asks the priest suspiciously. "just....uh, moving God's plan along...faster." nice save there nathan

awwww he didn't need to ask them this time to help out

when i say sophie and nathan are in love, i mean it because do you see how soft they are for each other????

alec already with the presentation board about which corporation they're hitting next before nathan needs to ask him my heart! he's already narrowed it down and even knew just what to say, my little prepared computer nerd

ok i know alec's the guy who has more of the comedic lines but don't think i haven't been noticing that his aversions to certain places or people are little holes into his backstory (or maybe not and i'm looking into this too hard but who would i be if i didn't)

"i don't do gangs" that is a short little line but has a a lot of untapped backstory in it i can FEEL IT

very sweet of eliot to just figuratively drag alec with him to get info on the gang who beat up the priest

his son was baptised there T^T ok ok we hitting at nathan's backstory today got it

sophie picking up nathan's distress immediately NOBODY TOUCH ME

well whata you know, i guess it can be that easy to find the gang you're looking for

"how's this for answer" *shows gun* i'm so sorry i chuckled. that's so corny i'm sorry. i would get shot by that man if he did that because i would not stop laughing

YEAH THAT'S MY BOY ALEC SHOVE THAT BITCH

i forgot about the dislocated shoulder lmao

"do you mind?" OOP LITTLE DUDE'S IN DEEP SHIT WITH HIS GANG so the corp enlisted just a lackey from the gang and not the whole....interesting (also their mistake it seems)

ah this grant dude has a stick up his ass

ALEC'S FACE AT PARKER DEAD

ooooooh his publicist?

Tomas talking about his old neighborhood and then grant slamming on it NOOOOOO you hurt my boy

omfg he got yelled at by a nun they're ruthless i tell you

alec my boy "you're catholic and you want to fake a miracle?" i'm DEAD i'll have you know that good intentions are very important

eliot immediately on board with shooting the statue with a paintball gun after saying he thought the idea of the statue bleeding was dumb

AH sophie and nathan heart to heart T^T "you were the good guy...that's what made it fun" "i was...tempted" SEE THIS IS WHAT I MEANT BY DON'T TELL ME BUT ALSO TELL ME

she gonna wait for him T^T "but not for too long" LIES SOPHIE

OOOOOOH TOURIST TRAP

GRANT IS DOING WHAT I THINK HE'S DOING

NO I WAS JOKING ABOUT THE TOURIST TRAP

TOMAS'S FACE

THE VATICAN?????

i love fr. paul. he's so mad lmao

wow we really getting into it

tomas i love you, i'm so glad

FUCKING SHIT I WAS FOLLOWING THE CONGREGATION

"a reading of the Gospel according to Luke" me: "glory to you oh lord---SHIT"

see, this is why i keep my thoughts to myself with a priest because they will use in in their homilies.

WHAT A TWIST

TOMAS MY BOY

ok but saint nick is santa claus tho

he is also the patron saint of prostitutes

general thoughts:

i really thought this episode would center on the clergy and all of that, but that's a too big topic to even cover for one episode. not to mention that that issue covers more than the US and i don't think the leverage crew will go international with their heisting yet.

and this did a great job covering how a lot of poorer communities get screwed over by bigger corporations seeking to expand their commercial empire. ALSO how most of their issues comes with underfunded infrastructure that local governments ignore, giving those corporations such a "great" reason to state their case on why those buildings/neighborhoods should be torn down.

AND it even touched on how quickly things that should be considered marvels are so easily commercialized in this day and age. grant was so ready to turn that church into the next disneyland which 1) is sacrilegious and 2) is such a shallow view on miracles. but hey, that's what US brands have done with Christmas soooooooo it wouldn't be surprising to see someone try to do that with a crying statue.

we even get the discussion of intention vs action because THAT is a hot topic in the Catholic community. do the ends justify the means? do the means justify the ends? and while they kind of leave that question in the air for the audience to decide for themselves, it kind of ends with the episode leaning more on the intention's side. Father Paul broke his vow and revealed what he knew when Nathan confessed because he felt that it was the right thing to do (intention: do right by his church and conscience; action: break the vow of silence a priest makes for confessionals). Our band of thieves framed Grant in order to keep the church's integrity and save the neighborhood. Both acts are considered bad, but both were done with the intention to do good.

so yeah, it was a fun episode, my ot3 trio are going strong. and i can't wait for more!

#leverage #fluffy reacts #long post #i did get teary eyed when nathan lit a candle in memory of his son

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madrone33 · 9 months ago

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I'm so glad the PJO show stuck the landing. I've seen a lot of shows lately that have a habit of, uh, not doing that, so I'm really happy I liked the finale episode!

(Also because I watched it with my mum, and she hasn't seen anything but the first two episodes and my rambling recaps, so I'm glad my show didn't disappoint me in front of her lol)

MAJOR SPOILERS for the PJO finale past this point!

There are only two things I can think of that I didn't really like, and that Gabe's- whole thing, basically, soz. I get why they toned him down for the visual format, and I'm not trying to undercut the actual abuse that is still happening, I just personally like Sally turning her piece of shit abusive husband to stone and then selling his statue to get money for a degree lol.

And then also the dropped police plot line is a bit iffy. They probs cut it for time or smth, but it just felt weirdly unresolved. Like, they set it up so well, and then they don't follow through at all, just straight up don't mention it again. Idk, maybe they'll bring it back for the 2nd season? Not sure how that'd work tho. It's a minor issue, but it did feel strange to me.

The rest of it was very well done though, imo!

It starts with Luke saying The Thing but different?? Giving The Last Day of Summer from The Lightning Thief musical vibes fr fr.

The fight with Ares was hella cool, with the awesome wave, and the choreography was pretty well done to my completely inexperienced eye. The ichor looked cool, very handy that it's gold so they can show 'blood' on screen and still keep it PG lol. I was cheering Percy on so hard.

They did the flashbacks so well. Honestly, every episode's done the flashbacks well, but Luke? Oh yeah. As soon as he showed up on screen, helping Percy, preparing him, I knew the end of the episode was gonna hit so hard.

The trio is still amazing. They play off of each other so well, and all their actors are so talented!

The necklace!!

Ok, Percy had zero chill on Olympus. He straight up said his shit to Zeus, knowing he'd probably be killed for it and not giving a single fuck because that was his world and his friends and his mum that were going to be hurt if this stupid war continued, and he was going to make Zeus listen even if it killed him.

And then Poseidon steps in and surrenders and when I tell you I audibly gasped I'm not kidding. Like- The gods don't just back down when they're fighting, that's not how their power dynamic works, how the glory system works, how their pride and respect and status works. I'm probs not explaining it very well 'cause it's like 1:30 am rn, (I really should stop writing these essays at midnight lol) but yeah. Poseidon was giving up a lot. And he didn't care. Because that was his son, and his son was worth more than any glory could give him.

Also, funny side note: after they started speaking what I assume is greek, and then switched back to english, my brain for some reason decided to completely forgot my native language and just- didn't process english anymore. I kid you not, it just registered as sounds without meaning. Completely alien. I sat there without understanding the next four sentences they said until my brain clicked back in and I was like, ohhh, they're speaking english. And then I had to rewind and listen to it again lol.

Zeus smugly saying he'll announce his "swift and crushing victory" and Poseidon rolling his eyes was so sibling energy lol.

... So, does Poseidon yeeting Percy back to camp without answering mean he's too overcome by emotion to say 'yes' or that he's too guilty to admit 'no'?

I like how all the cheering and clapping is muffled out by the music at first, because Percy's still shocked that he's actually alive. It's only when Annabeth hugs him that he fully processes the fact that he's safe.

Gonna be honest, I'd completely forgotten that they thought Clarisse was the Lightning Thief. They did a good job of reminding me though.

Yeah, Luke's betrayal was executed better here than the books imo. First of all, the lighting is immaculate. The past episodes had an issue with night scenes and being super dark, but the fireworks lighting up selective scenes really works.

I like how Percy figures it out first, and almost challenges Luke to deny it. And Luke is- not prepared. He had a plan. He was going to ease into this. And it hurts all the more because Percy is scared and angry and betrayed and Luke never wanted to hurt him.

What's done so well is that you can see how Luke didn't want to fight- and then Percy mentioned Hermes and Luke just snapped. Trigger button. Wrong thing to say. Now, suddenly Percy wasn't the 12 year old kid Luke was trying to save and help, he was just someone who'd said the name of That Man and now Luke was just bitter pain and rage.

Also, Percy accidentally cutting Luke - with a sword that can't even harm him anyway - and immediately apologising, and then Luke only seeing a weakness to exploit and going in for the kill. That hurt.

Ok wait imma copy paste a small ramble I posted earlier to here because it stands true. Here we go:

A bit rambling, a might not make much sense, but had a thought about that scene when Annabeth saves Percy and reveals herself. There's two things that stuck out to me; she didn't let herself show any emotion but anger, and she'd been there the whole time but only interfered just then.

She'd been suspicious enough of something to go against the plan and follow them. She heard Luke confess his betrayal while invisible and alone. She heard his true feelings about the gods, about their parents, and now after everything - after Athena. After Percy - she understood him so much more and so much less at the same time. She'd been locked in shocked grief that froze her, and the only thing that snapped her out of it was seeing Percy beneath the blade of the person they'd both trusted, and the need to protect burnt away the numbness long enough for her to compartmentalise and lock away everything but anger so she could move.

Luke's face though. Oof. All I could think was "She's like a little sister to me." (Don't crucify me if that's not his exact wording, it's almost 2am now, I'm tiiiired.) But yeah, the fact that he probably could've taken them both if he truly wanted, but the moment he saw her and her betrayed, furious face, and then looked down and saw the kid he'd been about to kill- He just ran.

The parting of ways, with the trio at Thalia's tree, bright plans for the future, hugging and smiling and making a pact to come back to each other, no matter what- that was so toothrottingly sweet.

And then the cabin scene? Heartwarming af. The mother and son duo is just. You can feel their desperate relief and love for each other. It's so good.

A bit wary when Kronos showed up, wasn't sure if the whole prior stuff was 'just a dream' but I'm guessing Percy was just remembering how they reunited, and Kronos hijacked his nice memory. That was well done, too. Percy was just so Done with this guy, like c'mon, give the kid a break. And then him waking up with his mum again - like I said; they're so sweet. The fact that this happens often enough for them to have a dedicated book lmao. Also, him calling Kronos grandpa was on point.

It exits out of the window Sally was sitting on! And it's raining!! (Also, another side note, but whenever something exits with a window I just think of The Last of Us episode 3).

Ok so they have to make a second season. It's the law. They gotta.

Hmm. Think that's everything I can think of saying now lol.

(Thank you for everyone who worked hard on this! Even if I don't like some stuff, I know that so many hours of work was poured into this and I appreciate it so much!)

EDIT: OH WAIT I almost forgot Ares completely out of pocket line about Percy's mum, and yeah, no way was he getting out of that now, asshole. Also, the way Percy and Luke's parents are a trigger. The character similarities are similying~

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #long post #my posts #reaction #essay #rambles

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todayisafridaynight · 1 year ago

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TRUSTING ME BRO I COULD CRYYYYYYYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭I hope it does not disappoint... REAL THOUGH about the drama you mentioned in your tags, that's exactly how I felt reading If My Wife Becomes An Elementary School Student's title, for example, but I'm told it's wholesome☠️☠️I would love to hear about the one you were thinking of though!

I WILL BEAR IT IN MIND TO PREPARE FOR ARACHTAGON WHENEVER THE TIME COMES... totally understandable to get frustrated with RNG on top of that, RPGs can be so evil 😭😭😭still, again, I'm glad you're back to it! Also totally understandable to want to play on the original consoles... NOTHING beats the experience... the availability of playthroughs nowadays is nice for sure to be able to experience the series without investing that much!

I would LOVE to see more Normal interactions between Ichiban and Jo for real😭they have so much potential for silly moments... ever-thankful for your content and I Can't Say Enough always looking forward to whatever you might have in store :] whether it's that or something else :]

I EXPECT YOU'RE DONE WITH EPISODE EIGHT NOW AT MINIMUM SO I WILL JUST SAY the Ohashi arc and Episode Ø [<- why the hell is ep eight called this] are peak to me I am soooo glad you enjoyed the arc... LOVE the OST too, Yugo Kanno is a legend. HOWEVER all the songs on it are titled words that start with S and P so you get titles like Scarlet Pussy 😭

OH BUT SPEAKING OF SP'S WACKASS STRUCTURE pleeeeeaaaase consider watching SP: The Motion Picture and SP: The Motion Picture: The Final Episode after you finish the show... there is A Cliffhanger and those are the true conclusions to the story... and SP Final In Specific is what blew my nuts clean off...

STOPPP NO THAT'S EXACTLY THE DRAMA I WAS TALKING ABOUT BUT I DIDNT WANNA SNITCH ON MYSELF 😭😭 it really is a cute show..... im ngl it has some of my fave tsutsumi scenes/performances like it TRULY blew my expectations out of the water. i just feel SOOO awkward about it cause.. with a title like That and a premise Like That i wouldnt blame a single person for giving me a weird ass look so i generally try not to talk about it ☠️ its my guilty treat so to speak and i cant even tell if im making it sound worse than it actually is (╯x╰ )

in any case... i finished Security Police SO !!! onto After The Rain for me when it comes to Media Thats Awkward To Talk About But Please Believe Me When I Say Its Not What You're Thinking :]

LMAO PLEASE like... so long as you have the right equipment you don't even really have to do much extra grinding by the time you get to him... it truly is just hoping RNG doesnt dick you over ☠️ i've been cruising through the game since tho ! i dont expect myself to get into anymore awkward blockades anytime soon and then i can finally say i finished this game (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

THANK YA THANK YA it aint much but its honest work..... i have been real dead this week tho and i always get scared if ill draw again durin periods like this- i HOPE to come up with something soon cause there really is an untapped well of Good Stuff to be explored :]]

THE SOUND DESIGN OF SP WAS REALLY GOOD IN GENERAL THOUGH LIKE not just music wise was it good but i really loved hos inoue's migraines gave me migraines... immersion... but also just knowing when to keep things dead silent (like finding nishijima's corpse) did SOOO well to put emphasis.. the weird as hell names are just bonus points by now like. Gotta Let Bro Have SOMETHING As A Thank You For The Sound Design (╯▽╰ ;;) OH BUT IM GLAD THERE'S MOVIE TIE-INS CAUSE THE LAST SCENE HAD ME CONCERNICUS LIKE 👁️👁️? i was only able to find the first 2010 movie on the site i usually go to but its somethin...

#long post #snap chats #i remember i was telling jess about tsuma and we were texting but i just know she was textually giving me that Customer Service Smile #like im SORRYYY I DIDNT MEAN TO TALK ABOUT IT I ALWAYS SPEAK WHEN I SHOULDNT and then i never mentioned it again #well. i HAD to mention it when making that Shit I Watched list and Rest Assured i put a paragraph's worth of a disclaimer there 😭#literally not my fault the show's premise is That but it has a lot of really good scenes..... both silly and truly meaningful #i actually downloaded a whole ep just so i could clip one of my fave monologues tsutsumi gives in it 😭😭#REGARDLESS. if you dodge this drama i wouldnt blame you in the slightest like Again good luck talking about it without looking insane <- me #moving on tho..... big fan of the Lets Play era..... now my poor ass can watch people play games i want :) speedrun them too even..#but yeah no i love having gameplay vids on while i draw. not during streams of course but on my own time i watch gameplay vids #ugh its my moms birthday in like. half an hour and we're going out to eat... why cant i just watch stuff all day (╯x╰ )#IN ANY CASE im gonna go watch that sp movie so !!!! be back whenever i have the opportunity to speak again LMAO

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lenievi · 1 year ago

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I don’t want to reblog this Akiva Goldsman’s interview but

WHAT

why is he talking as if The Cage is still to come? That literally happened before Discovery because we met Vina??????? Spock literally went back to Talos IV in that episode. The Cage isn’t in front of them, it’s behind them. Like ???????????

It doesn’t matter that Una was there in The Cage since The Cage already happened. WTF

Also Kirk’s apparently (based on the interview) dating Carol Marcus which is what I wanted since it’s the right time period, but I thought that with them doing these weird hints at Kirk/La’an in the trailers they would not. Kirk/Carol was like my hope because that would mean they would not do any new romance with Kirk... but then they hit me with Kirk/La’an......... (which I was obviously into way before these trailers lol so it was just !!! that they would be interacting at least in one episode)

I mean, I mentioned it yesterday, and then I deleted it lol, but I do believe the trailers are extra misleading (they were last year too), hence why I’m always like gonna be disappointed re: Kirk/La’an, because it will end up being something completely different than them being into each other lol (but I like them because of the tragic and wrong place wrong time potential that lives in my head rent free)

Kirk is/will be(?) First Officer, too - I guess on the Farragut, but we’ll see, so thx for that. First Officer Kirk was always missing from canon. (if they put him on the Enterprise, I’m done lol) Might explain the captain stripes, since it’s not like SNW is consistent about the uniforms - the stripes in this show are a mess, but it’s certainly a choice to have him wear the same stripes as Pike/as in the finale when he was a captain...

I hope Goldsman just had a bad day and forgot that The Cage already happened...

might prepare myself to be extra disappointed otherwise because it would literally make SNW not fit with anything LMAO (obviously the Cage thing is a question of later seasons, not s2, but it’s weird it’s even mentioned. “ofc Una will be back, she was in the Cage” is sure a statement)

Interviews are always weird and wrong, though, so it’s fine for now, but really, WTF Like a lot of times when I read or listen to some interview I’m like but that’s not what was on screen lol

this is why I should NOT look around the fandom and stuff. Why did I break my own rules T_T The Cage thing certainly dampened my excitement (Kirk/Carol did not - but I can also see her only being mentioned, which would be sad tho)

#snw nonsense

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connorsui · 10 months ago

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and now …ur girl can FINALLY rest in peace that this beautiful 3 episode series has concluded in the way we all wanted it …AND IM SAYING EVERYBODY CUZ AINT NO WAY ANY OF US GONNA COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS !?!?! 🩷🩷😭😭 —

fucking vissy t finally got the bitch slap we all wanted to give cuz this man had the fucking audacity to STILL BE MAD WHEN HE FOUND OUT WE RAN???

like wtf u want us to do? …LIVE our sentence as a fucking sister? …u lost ur damn mind

AAYYY THO I AINT FORGETTING ABOUT THE LITTLE WEDDING CUZ I KNOW IT BE ANCIENT TRADITIONS AND ALL THAT 😩💅🏻 ….but I couldn't help myself to think of MY WEEDING ✨️ my tiny venue having its own pretty aesthetic ..everyone is in unison with the color scheme of it all ..the foods and the drinks having a pinch of that luv that u know it hours to make and prepare 🩷

Like it be small ..but ATLEAST DADDY T AINT THERE 💀💀💀

Tho listen…I know I disappointed our manz tonight with not lasting longer than minute with how big that dick he got installed💀💀 but how the HELL WAS HE EXPECTING ME NOT TO WANT HIS KIDS ALREADY??😭😭 LIKE MY MAN …

...IM READY TO SPREAD WIDE AND DIE IN CHILDBIRTH IF IT MEANT BEING WITH U 🤡🤡

Cuz them comments of wanting to “slay every man and possess me like im a fine piece of jewelry” is enough to get me bound with sum kids and marriage with no chances of divorce💀

YOU’RE THE ONLY THING THAT I PRAY FOR. (3/3)

Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; canon typical incest/Targcest (uncle & niece), p in v, slight degrading kink, slight breeding kink, this is plot with a whole lot of smut at the end, Valyrian wedding, mentions blood

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NOTES: So, this Valyrian wedding is somewhat different to the one in Precious Delights. I took the Daemyra wedding for inspiration, and kinda blamed it on Grandmaster Benifer not being that educated on Valyrian customs (Maegor was just keen on marrying his niece and didn't care of the formalities).

Pentos' desperate need for an alliance against the Triarchy has really played into your hands when Daemon and you first arrived in the Free City. Two full-grown dragons descending not too far away from the city's borders didn’t go unnoticed, meaning it wasn’t long after that you’ve been summoned to the flamboyant castle of Reggio Haratis, the Prince of Pentos.

Never before have you had the chance to marvel at Pentoshi architecture – or Essosi architecture in general – and were completely in awe as the gates of the castle opened to invite you inside.

Even now, roughly a sennight after your relocation from the prince’s castle to an equally impressive manse, it’s still as mesmerizing as before; not as monotonous and undemanding as the architecture and tapestries harbored in the Red Keep.

Reggio Haratis is generous enough to host you and your uncle, and has very recently offered to give you permanent residence in Pentos and gift you the manse you have occupied for no less than seven days. It’s a generous deal in exchange for the intimidating presences of your dragons, considering that with the manse also comes its farms, lands, vineyards, and wood.

And of course your uncle hasn’t hesitated any moment to accept it – not if it keeps you away from Westeros.

You know Daemon has his own way of keeping tabs and staying informed of your family’s going-ons. He’s well aware of everything that’s happening in the Red Keep since there are several people lingering in it whose favor he has earned long ago that now are working as his spies and informants.

They are procuring enough information to keep your fluttering nerves at bay, since Daemon is attentive enough to let you in on many of the things that happen in King’s Landing. And hence you know that the court is in a state of uproar, and your father balances between anger and despair, though you’re not aware that he has made it his personal mission to bring you back to the Red Keep sooner or later.

Unbeknownst to you, this is one of the reasons Daemon all but presses to wed you, because it will not only solidify your relationship in an official way, but it also will make it easier for him to keep you safe should the king’s mission succeed.

You’re standing on a tuckaway terrace of the manse, overlooking the gardens and extensive fields that frame and surround it.

Reggio has been generous enough for you to carry out the ceremony in private with not many witnesses, other than the officiant, the Prince of Pentos himself, and the two servants that always tend to your and your uncle’s needs, present.

Ancient robes hug your bodies, and a matching headpiece rests on your head. They are pale white with reddish edges similar to the blood that trickles idly out of the cut on Daemon’s bottom lip. The shard of Dragonglass is still clutched between your fingers, while your other hand holds his chin.

A gentle smile adorns your face, and though you want to watch the blood trickle out of the cut you have just caused, you can’t seem to tear your eyes off of his. The light of the evening sun is caught in the lilac of his eyes, reflecting and making them appear even lighter.

As you hand him the shard, you briefly glance down to where your hands meet, before your gaze is fixed with his again, and as the sharp edge pierces your lip, you’re far too lost in the comfort of his presence to wince.

This is all you’ve ever wanted.

Some of the blood amassing at the cut is gathered by the pad of his thumb, the touch so intimate it sends a shiver down your spine and heat to your cheeks. It is used by him to draw the Valyrian glyph for blood on your forehead, and you draw the supplementary glyph for fire on his.

Knowing the scars that scatter all over his torso, scarring his pale skin, you’re not surprised to watch him cut the palm of his hand without any sign of discomfort or pain. He has endured far worse, and this is just too easy for him.

However, the same can’t be said about you.

You surely have hurt yourself plenty of times before, but it has never been on purpose, and never with something as sharp as the shard of dragonglass is. But that is the last significant step that has to be made to strenghten your one bloodline, to seal your union and signify that you are bound to each other.

Daemon must sense the slight apprehension that spreads through your veins, and tries to comfort you and calm the raging storm of your fears by gently taking your hand in his, before the coldness of the fragment nestles into your open palm. “Issa sȳz,” he hums calmly, bowing his head once in a reassuring manner. It’s alright.

Nodding meekly, you exhale a deep breath in the exact moment the dragonglass pierces your skin. The pain is delayed, and for a brief moment all that clouds your mind is the rush of your warm blood, and the sight of it so quickly filling the hollow of your palm.

“Hen lantoti ānogar,” the priest cites, “va sȳndroti vāedroma.” Blood of two, joined as one.

You tilt your head back up as Daemon unites your hands in a firm grip, and do not dare to look at where your hands meet.

The sensation of your blood trickling out of the cut has already been very adamant, but with Daemon’s blood combined, several droplets all but seep out from your joined hands, gathered in a goblet your soon-to-be-husband holds underneath.

A ribbon in a style similar to the robes you wear is tied around your hands, binding you to one another.

“Mēro perzot gīhoti, elēdroma iārza sīr. Izulī ampā perzī, prūmī lanti sēteksi,” is said in the background, but you’re far too distracted by Daemon bringing the goblet full of your blood up. Ghostly flame, and song of shadows. Two hearts as embers, forged in fourteen fires.

He holds it out to you, allowing you to be the first to drink, and you comply.

Capturing the goblet between your fingers, you raise it to your lips, not hesitating one moment to take a generous sip. Daemon follows suit, and though the goblet is lowered by him, you two do not move otherwise.

“Hen jenȳ māzīlarion, qēlossa ozūndesi.” A future promised in glass, the stars stand witness.

There is a thick tension between the two of you, and you gaze longingly into each other’s eyes. Only slowly there crawls a grin on your husband’s lips, matching the impish one that’s draped across yours.

You brush some strands of his silver hair behind his ear, before your hand comes to rest on his cheek, the pad of your thumb caressing it gently.

Daemon’s gaze flickers between yours and your nicked lip, and he only slowly dips his head towards yours just in time with his free arm snaking around your waist.

Despite the seriousness of the moment, there is a slight tint of amusement in the officiant’s tone as he voices the last part of the vow, clearly just as ecstatic about you being newly wed as you two are. “Sȳndroro ōñō jēdo, rȳk kīvia mazvestraksi.” The vow spoken through time, of darkness and light.

It is then that Daemon’s lips finally claim yours, and the taste of copper spreads on your tongue as his swirls around yours. The kiss is shy of being gentle, yet it doesn’t lack any passion or care. You have kissed plenty of times before ever since your arrival in Pentos, but none of them has ever felt as significant as this kiss does.

To state it in the words of the Faith, you’re one heart, one flesh, and one soul now. Each other’s from this day, until the end of your days. And you finally feel whole with that prospect, the large chasm that has clasped inside of you filled by Daemon’s undeniable love.

Reggio Haratis has spared no expenses when it comes to the celebration of your newfound unison. There are a handful of other people present, mostly some friends and acquaintances you both have made during your brief stay at the prince’s castle.

In Westeros, you would have celebrated your marriage with a large feast in the Throne Room with no less than three hundred people present, following the strict rules and customs the Faith of the Seven prescribes.

But in Essos, it seems to be a bit different.

The large dining room is lavishly and opulently adorned by tapestries and ornaments, a goldish hue pervading the entire room with the sun that’s shining through the large apertures and tied-back curtains.

It truly is a wedding for your caliber, though there’s no royal family accompanying you two.

Everyone gathers around the large dining table that stands in the center of the room. They are all dressed in a similar fashion to you and your husband now, having changed into more elegant clothes not long after the ceremony, but the expensive textures and patterns of yours give away that this evening solely revolves around you two.

The dinner and customs are far less formal than the ones back home, and with none of your guests being ill-mannered or impolite, a relaxed and open atmosphere characterizes the evening.

There’s chatter and laughter everywhere while the food is served, quite a few bottles of wine emptied already, and not one thought of a possible bedding ceremony crosses your mind – because there’s no reason for it.

Daemon and you have been on top of each other quite regularly, the Pentoshi way of living probably one of main reasons with your insatiable hunger for each other being the other.

And thus, you’re not afraid of the thought of bedding Daemon once supper is over for your body has had quite a few days to get thoroughly adjusted to his sheer size.

Only as the Prince of Pentos raises his glass does your breath hitch in your throat for a moment, not knowing what to expect from him.

The room falls silent almost immediately, and if not everyone has gathered what’s about to happen, they certainly do the moment Reggio rises to his feet.

“Let us toast to this exceptional match,” he starts with much eloquence, his choice of words bringing a warmth to your cheeks.

Daemon smiles at you, and clasps a hand around your thigh. As you lean closer to him to hide your blush, he chuckles and rests his forehead against the side of your face.

“Behave,” he chastises in a teasing manner, squeezing your thigh once. “Or do I have to teach you manners first?”

Daemon’s words do little to help with the blush on your face, the warmth spreading from your cheeks right down to the apex of your legs, causing you to shift and squirm slightly to soothe the aching.

Your host isn’t oblivious to what’s going on right in front of him, and merely chuckles, “I’ll try to keep this short.”

You take in a deep breath, and Daemon nods, a silent invitation for him to keep going.

The prince speaks of your bravery to leave your House behind, of your undeniable love for each other, and how the Old Gods must have brought you together. He boasts of the strong bond you and your husband have, and how that alone is a testament to the Gods themselves.

Everyone around you applauds as the speech ends, and Daemon raises his cup to toast with your host. “Hear, hear.” Bringing your own cup to your lips, you empty what feels like your fifth cup of the Lyseni sweet red they have procured only for you.

You grab Daemon’s hand when the applause drowns out again, and squeeze it gently. Gazing at him lovingly, he leans in to press his lips to your temple.

“Ivestragī īlva jikagon naejot ēdrugon, kessa īlon?” he mutters against your skin, and you sheepishly bite your bottom lip, bowing your head. Let us retire to bed, shall we?

“Nyke pendagon kesā dōrī epagon,” you reply. I thought you would never ask.

Squeezing your hand back, you follow suit as he stands up from his seat after he has announced your departure and thanked everyone for the lovely evening. A hand of his rests at the small of your back to lead you towards your shared chambers, the lacking guests finally allowing you to catch your breath.

He snakes his arm around your waist on your way, and pulls you tightly against his side, his hand traveling a bit lower than what’s appropriate.

“Daemon,” you scold him, placing your hand above his to put it back on your waist.

As you look at him, you’re greeted by a wide grin adorning his face. “I am sure you can forgive me,” he teases, his hand finding its way to your arse again, groping it roughly enough to make you yelp. “I just can not resist you, not in the prospect of us finally being able to truly celebrate our marriage.”

You shove at his chest on your way into your chambers, chuckling softly, but to no avail as his grip only lets go of you in order to close the door.

And suddenly, there’s a thick tension hugging the two of you.

You briefly glance around the room, noticing the many, colorful flowers the servants have placed on your bed; all of which can only be found in Essos. Everywhere stand lit candles, their flames flickering and dancing in the soft, Pentoshi gust of breeze that sweeps past the lightweight curtains concealing the floor-to-ceiling apertures.

It seems inviting to push the silk aside and step out on the balcony, yet your husband beats you to it and pulls you against his sturdy frame by grasping your wrist, taking control over your movements.

A soft gasp slips past your lips as you find yourself pressed against his body, the heat and his scent emanating from him driving you insane with lust already. You look up at him with half lidded eyes, your desire for him plain.

Standing on tiptoes, you tilt your head up to press your lips to his jaw in a chaste kiss, and trail some more down the curve of his throat, causing a soft hum to rumble in your husband’s chest. The gold, embroidered vest he wears is slowly pushed off his shoulders while the feeling of your lips on his skin distract him, falling to the ground and pooling around his ankles.

“Let us not waste anymore time,” you whisper, your fingers almost eagerly fumbling with the laces in the front of his trousers.

With every passing moment, you spot his breathing growing heavier, his body burning hot with desire. You sigh softly, “let us indulge ourselves in each other as much as we want, even if it means we will not leave our chambers in the morrow.”

His eyes peer deeply into yours when you tilt your head back, the mesmerizing lilac hue completely eclipsed by black.

He brings a hand to the back of your head, holding it steady as the other clasps around your thigh. Your flesh is squeezed harshly under his tight grip, but you can’t bring yourself to care for there suddenly are not more than a few inches separating your lips from his.

But instead of kissing you, Daemon bows his head down enough to press sloppy kisses to your neck, licking the side of your throat. His hand slides up to cup your clothed cunt, and you have to hold onto his broad shoulders for dear life, not risking your shaky legs to be the reason you fall onto the ground.

“My darling wife,” he rasps, and hearing him voice it aloud for the first time sends a shiver down your spine. “I should have taken you to Pentos a long time ago.”

With that, he spins you around and pushes you towards the bed. Toppling forward, you catch yourself and tightly hold onto the wooden footboard of it, crouched forwards and basically presenting him your arse.

Daemon hums, clearly pleased by the sight, and approaches you with careful steps.

You try to catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder, not meeting his lust-filled gaze for long enough since he is quick to press your head forward again. When his hands fist the neckline of your dress, goosebumps start to prickle on your skin, coaxed by the warmth and roughness of his fingers.

“‘Twas a mistake to wait so long,” he says, but it’s clear he’s speaking to himself.

Then, the laces in the back of your lavish gown tear with an agonizing ripping sound, but the thrill of it doesn't allow your heart to grief the now ruined gift of your host.

The skimpy underclothes you wear follow the Myrish lace just as quick, exposing your whole body to him faster than you could have wished for. His fingers trail slowly along your spine, and he chuckles as he watches your body tremble beneath his featherlight touch with a jolt of pleasurable excitement.

His thick digits inch lower and lower, but never touch where you need him most. It’s agonizing, and your patience runs thinner and thinner. Your breathing is just as heavy as his own, and the tension has you moaning softly.

And then he suddenly drags two of his deft fingers through your soaked womanhood, the ambush eliciting a shuddered breath to fall from your lips. Yet you also welcome it and eagerly buck your hips to chase the friction they grant you, which prompts him to seize your hip with one hand, the tips of his fingers digging into your flesh to keep your body still.

The lack of freedom to move feeds your impatience, and your head bows forwards with a sigh. “I-I can hardly take this any longer, husband,” you breathe, trying to make your frustration not too obvious.

Another ambush overtakes you as Daemon connects the back of his hand with your cunt, the collusion sending a stinging pain through your body. He tsks in a manner that’s meant to scold a child, having heard it plenty of times before when he was around his nephews and nieces.

“You can’t take it any longer? What a shame,” he teases. “If you’re feeling so overwhelmed, then perhaps I should stop?”

Remaining still for a moment, the weight of his heavy gaze pierces through your skin, and you’re glad he can’t see you rolling your eyes. You know that he has no intention of stopping, and he knows that you don’t want him to either.

However, it seems he’s partly forgotten that you two share the same blood, and although he considers himself to be witty, you’re not lagging behind him.

“Oh, you want to stop?” you ask, a mocking edge to your otherwise strained voice. It is clear he’s taken off guard by your words, having expected you to beg and whine for more. “My, what a disappointing turn of events. I was so keen on experiencing you tonight. I–”

The rest of your protest dies on your tongue as he slides two digits inside without a warning, effectively silencing you.

A jolt of pleasure surges through your body that has you clinging to the footboard of the bed, your knuckles blanching from the force. The moan you release is wanton, and brings a blush to your cheeks that’s intensified by the mocking scoff Daemon releases.

Your legs are nudged further apart by his foot knocking against yours, causing you to be off-balanced for a moment in which he’s snaking his arm around your waist to support your frame.

His chest is pressed flush against your back now, and you feel his breath fan over your ear, the heat emanating from him seeping into your skin.

“I would not deprive you of that satisfaction tonight,” he rasps into your ear while his fingers pump into you at a pace that has your toes curling already, making it difficult to keep your composure. You don’t have to look at him to know he’s smirking, his amusement at the little back and forth of your flirting is perfectly audible. “My darling wife is brimming with pleasure already, but I am just getting started.”

Your eyes widen at his teasing, and if anything, it only makes you want him even more. As your head lulls back against his shoulder, you release another moan, dizzy with lust.

With every passing second that you don’t have him inside of you, you grow more and more relentless. “Don’t you dare stop now,” you moan. “If you do, I shall feed you to Silverwing.”

Daemon lets out a breathy laugh at your words. “Quit being a brat, wife, or else I truly need to punish you to stop you from being so reckless with your words.”

You slightly push yourself up against his chest, but don’t manage to do more than hum in return at his words, the jolts of your impending peak coursing through your veins like liquid fire.

There is a brief loss of friction that doesn’t diminish the pleasure that clouds your mind, induced by Daemon’s desire to withdraw his fingers to fill you with his stiff cock instead.

Just in time with him aligning himself with your throbbing entrance, breaching your tightness to stretch you out with one, swift thrust, you topple over the edge.

The spasming and shaking of your body has Daemon’s breath hitch in his throat, a strained ‘seven hells’ slipping past it that you barely register with you losing a little bit of control over your body.

Your back arches against him, and he seizes the opportunity to set up a reckless pace from the very beginning on.

“Well, now, if that isn’t a disappointing turn of events,” Daemon mocks with an amused chuckle, using your words against yourself. “I can… can not believe that’s all you can take, my dear.” There is a strain in his voice, one that tells you his mind is just as fuzzy with pleasure as yours, amplified by the way your cunt is clenching and unclenching around his hard cock.

Daemon has both hands on your hips now, pulling you back halfway to meet the mercilessness of his thrusts. Each time the heavy sac of his stones slaps against your sensitive cunt, you feel it spasm again, bolts of pain and pleasure alike piercing your flesh.

“I thought you would last longer, my sweet wife,” he groans, the term of endearment emphasized by a thrust harsh enough to coax a breathy gasp from your throat. “A sore disappointment.”

At this point he’s all but assaulting your body, using you for his own pleasure like you’re not more than one of Flea Bottom’s common whores, pounding you hard enough that your vision whitens.

Incoherent words and sentences are falling past your lips like a prayer, occasionally interrupted by his name, chanting it as if you’re praying to the Seven.

His grip on your hips is bruising, squeezing your flesh so tight you’re not sure if it brings you more pain or pleasure. But it’s something in his words that makes it all so exhilarating, reigniting the fire inside of you.

Daemon is chasing his own peak with the will to fill you up with his seed, marking you as his and making his claim on you visible to everyone. But his stamina doesn’t seem to be able to handle the tightness of your cunt for any longer, running thin and threatening to burst at any given moment.

It takes all your strength to hold onto the foodboard to keep yourself steady and upright, not wanting to topple over with the weight and intensity of his thrusts. But your slowly approaching high doesn’t make it too easy for you.

Your second peak takes its time, but Daemon can tell it’s on its way, the clenching of your walls and trembling of your legs a telltale sign for him. One of his deft fingers comes to your pearl, and he proceeds to rub the bud with frantic movements that make sure to push you over the edge just in time.

Your mouth hangs open, and there are no other sounds than breathy whines and hiccuped gasps slipping past your lips, the ability to speak completely taken by his cock repeatedly brushing the sweet spot inside of you.

“I will not last any longer,” the man behind you grunts, the damp strands of his silver hair falling in front of his face. He buries the hand that’s not between your legs in your hair, pulling you upright against him.

His hips are angled, allowing him to snap them into yours deeper and more precisely. “Peak for me again… now,” he all but commands, and it’s the sharpness and determination of his voice that eventually has you doing just that.

Your arousal oozes out of your spasming cunt, coating the palm of his hand, the length of his cock and the sac of his stones altogether.

Your head tips back in bliss, and hot streams of pleasure obscure your senses. The way your cunt is choking his cock makes it difficult for him to help you through it all, struggling to keep it together just a few moments longer. He’s brought you to such heights of pleasure that your mind temporarily blanks.

“Please,” you find your voice again, though it’s strained and resembles a whimper. “Put a babe in me. Fill me up with your seed… please.”

It might have been him being on the brink of his release already, or the meaning and significance of your words, but it is the trigger for Daemon to spend himself inside of you with a loud groan.

“Gods be good,” he grunts, connecting his lips with the curve where your shoulder meets your neck as he works himself through the blissful high. Even as it subsides, he doesn’t stop and bites through the overstimulation, determined to fuck his seed as deep as possible and put a child into your belly.

You’ve grown incredibly sensitive and overstimulated by now, and can’t fight against your body’s reaction to squirm out of his grasp to escape the uncomfortable feeling. But he doesn’t allow you to, keeping you flush against his firm chest.

The soft whines you release, however, humor him, and he tilts his head to rest his forehead against the side of your face.

“Let your foolish father come for you. I shall slay every man that even dares to look at you,” he rasps. “I possess you, you belong to none other than me.”

A blush spreads on your cheeks as his words sink into your mind, and you turn your head to meet his eyes for the first time ever since you’ve entered your chambers. The meeting of your gazes is intense, and you swear you can feel his flaccid member grow hard again.

You take his hand and bring it in front of you, placing it on your stomach. Without further encouragement, he starts to rub his palm over your skin as if his seed has already borne fruit.

“Let him come,” you whisper, licking your lips. “I have waited years to be with you alone, and to have you all by myself. And now that I have gotten my will, I will not give it up without a fight.”

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kitekki-khaos · 1 year ago

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GOOD MORNING LITTER HOUSE, IT'S SCHEDULE TIME!! (This is going to be a bit of a long post because there's kind of a lot I need to update so I'll put the bulk of it under a -read more- at the bottom.

But first off, new month, new project! We've officially decided to build a full Minecraft Adventure Map that we'll be playing through LIVE (controlled by chat!) for the month of October! There'll be spooks, puzzles, and a lot of lore! More info on that as we draw closer to October. Secondly, I'll be taking a break from Digimon this week. I talked about this on stream last night but, while I have no plans to drop it, I need a break from it. The last chapter hit me in a way I wasn't really prepared for and need a small break to recoup. We'll continue next week tho!

Schedule Tuesday on YouTube: Final Amnesia: The Dark Descent VOD at 6AM PST / 9AM EST Wednesday on Twitch: Project Night: Minecraft Map Building at 9PM PST / 12AM EST Thursday on YouTube: Paper Lily: Chapter 1 VOD at 6AM PST / 9AM EST Friday on Twitch: Indie Horror Night at 9PM PST / 12AM EST Saturday on Twitch: Variety Night Stream at 9PM PST / 12AM EST Sunday: [In the Void]

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Regarding Uploads: So lastly, and maybe (?) more importantly: I'm going to be taking a brief YouTube Hiatus. I've mentioned this more than a few times, but YT hasn't been going great and editing videos is a massive, massive chunk of time out of my week (and if we're being honest, an even bigger chunk out of my mental health. YT is nothing but stress and depression every week).

So, I've decided to set it aside for the month to focus on 3.0 work while I reconsider how I want to approach it and whether I want to continue how I have been at all or go a new direction entirely. Taking people's responses from the survey into consideration, I'm possibly looking at a new format for edited videos... if I continue them.

Full VODs will still be uploaded to the second channel and I'll still be editing shorts here and there, but the 30min - 1hr edited VODs will be shelved for now as soon as Amnesia and Paper Lily finish. The final episode of Amnesia goes up this week and Paper Lily will be finished next week and after that, there won't be edited videos on the main channel for a little while.

I'm sorry if this is disappointing to some but doing everything myself as I do, I need to prioritize my time and focus on what's working rather than bashing my head against what isn't. Even my skull's only so thick.

But this will give me a full extra off-stream work day (editing is regularly a full 12-hour day) to work on 3.0, Halloween, and Thankmas. There's a LOT I want to do in regards to all of them and the more time I have to work on them, the better.

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thewistlingbadger · 3 years ago

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One day I will rewrite cm but for today here's what I got:

For the rest of season 7 (10 episodes) and maybe the first bit of season 8 Spencer stays mad a JJ and Emily. It is not easily resolved because it shouldn't be easily resolved. Emily knows what she did was wrong and that she needs to apologize but it takes her a few weeks because she's thinking about everything that she should say bc if she doesn't do it right spencer is gonna be at her throat. when shes prepared, she goes to spencer's apartment after a case, maybe on an evening they have off. when he doesn't answer the door, she sits on the other side and starts apologizing. spencer expresses his emotions towards her and admits to her that he almost went back on Dilaudid. they're both crying through out the whole way too. the camera is getting close ups of emily wiping her tears while apolgizing its getting close ups of spencers crying while shes apolgizing there even a shot of the both of them sitting back to back, through the wall (if you've seen the movie frozen you would know what i mean). eventually, spencer opens the door they hug while crying, and the next day they go back to work and start rebuilding their relationship. It would take him longer to forgive JJ tho. (respectfully so)

It would maybe go a lil something like this

Emily should have expected that Spencer wouldn't come around easily. She had faked her death without telling him, was gone for a year, and then came back like it was nothing. She had missed her family so much, she couldn't wait to spend time with Spencer again but he wasn't having any of it. She knew that she had to carefully plan out what she was going to say to him. You can't try to get out of it or shift the blame. You have to be intelligent and sincere, if not he's going to grill you to hell and back. She told herself. So after 2 weeks of preparing the right things to say, she went to his apartment. "Spencer!" She knocked. No answer. She knew he was in there though, Hotch had sent them home not even 2 hours ago. She saw his shadow from under the door, but he did not answer. Fuck me why did I have to fuck this up. With a sigh, she sat on the other side of the door. "Look I-" she took a breath. She had to do this, she reminded herself. Not only because they work together but because he deserves an apology. He deserves to know how much she regrets it. "I know you're... upset at me. And I deserve it. Really, I do." She listened for him. All she heard was some muffled movements. "What I did was, what's the best word here, fucked up? It was wrong. It was...selfish to think I could just run away in order to protect you guys. I can't imagine the pain you all have gone through." Still no sign of Spencer. The thought that she's ruined their relationship forever and he'll never forgive her crosses her mind, she shudders in fear. "I'm not asking for forgiveness. Nothing I can do would make up for my actions. I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I left you, and everyone else on the team. There wasn't a day that I didn't think about you or how much I wished I could have been on the jet with you while we play chess or you infodump on me." She looked up at the light on the ceiling, trying not to cry. "I know that sometimes people grow apart but Spencer, I really don't want that to be us." She shook her head and looked down. She was wiping a tear away when she heard a sniffle from the other side of the door. "God Emily, You have no idea what happened." He let out a sob. "You were the only person I ever confided in and understood. And then you just left? You left me and and- you left the rest of the team! Penelope was crying every second she thought no one was looking! Derek wouldn't let himself rest!" Emily let the shame and guilt rise in her. "I was at JJ's house constantly! Crying on her couch almost every night, mourning the loss of you when you weren't even dead! And JJ knew that too! She saw me suffer for 10 weeks and didn't say a word. That should have never happened. No where on the job application does it say that sometimes, you'll have to fake your death 'for the greater good'. You shouldn't have even asked her to do that for you! None of us would have ever crossed that line Emily, but you did. We all know that was the most stupidest decision anyone has ever made while on the job." She took every word he said to heart. He's right. Maybe there was a way to be safe and still be alive. If anyone could have found that out, it would have been Spencer. He must have heard her crying from the other side of the door. Which lead her to believe that he must have been sitting right by the door on the other side. There's no other he could have heard her soft sobs. She was trying to be as quiet as she could. She deserved his full blown rant. Every last word she wanted to hear. She knew that she had no one to blame but herself for the amount of disappointment that was in his voice. "You think I want to be mad at you? Emily, you're my friend. You're one the closet friends I've ever had. I've trusted you with my life multiple times and I'd do it again. But I don't know how to forgive or forget that fact that you didn't trust me with your life." He cried, "I don't want to be mad at you. It's exhausting. It's exhausting trying to avoid you while I get my coffee and everyone always popping by to try to convince me

to make peace with you. It's exhausting pretending that I hate you. Because I don't. As I much as I've tried I can't bring myself to do it. But at the same time how can I let go what you did to me?" "I thought about going back on Dilaudid Mil." He let the gravity of what he said fill the air. "I though about it almost every day. I couldn't take it anymore." "Spencer please-" He opened the door. The super short haircut that he had when she left had grown into a little fringe that rested on his forehead. His eyebags still looked the same. But it had been forever since she had seen him comfortable. It brought the tears to her eyes that she didn't think she had. He pulled her off the ground and into an embrace. She let out a deep exhale, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this." "Actually I think I do." They both laughed. He invited her inside to have tea so they could recover from their sob session. When they went back into work the next day, It wasn't like how it was before, but they were in a better place than they were yesterday. By: Mic

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 7]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, fingering, daddy!kink, dirty talk, ‘cuz you can touch touch me~ 😏 ur gonna need to imagine headband/bandana wearing left&right cheol for this cuz that’s the fantasy i was imagining for this chapter the entire time i was writing it hehe 🍒 quick apologies to anyone who thinks this is moving a little slow 😩 I literally don’t know how to shut up and I end up writing too much LMAO and as always, thank you for the continued interest! Have a great weekend bbys! 💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - ?

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You jokingly roll your eyes, exhaling deeply as you push your toys off to the side of the bed. You’d just finished your Saturday show without a hitch, albeit feeling a little lonely. “Aww, c’mon you guys! Don’t tease~” Glancing around the room, it did feel a little odd to you now that Seungcheol wasn’t there but he had called earlier in the day and told you that it might’ve been better if he stayed back.

In truth, you understood exactly how he felt.

Part of you was ready to throw all caution out of the window when it came to Seungcheol and he felt it too. But at the same time, you knew it wouldn’t be that easy and that there were still things that the two of you needed to discuss before deep diving into intimacy, especially when it came to powerplay.

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dom.cheol: i feel like i might’ve seen u irl before too…

Your cheeks bloom a hot pink; a nervous giggle on your lips. “Oh! I mean, yeah, there’s been a handful of times. I’ll wear wigs out sometimes though. Can’t have people calling me out in a grocery store, y’know?”

kitty_junjun: wait so maybe i did see u? I dont wanna give out locations tho…

“Maybe! I’m still out on my little weekend trip and I was out and about earlier~ if you see me next time, don’t hesitate to say hi! I promise I don’t bite~” You pause, leaning closer into the webcam as you wink.

“Unless you want me to~”

You start running a bath right after you end your show, stretching and turning on some music as you start to unwind. Thankfully you didn’t have a tiring show today, so you decided to take the rest of the night to pamper yourself in preparation for your day with Seungcheol.

Biting your lip, you pick up your phone, already seeing a multitude of messages from Seungcheol on your lockscreen.

cheollie ✨: don’t forget ur glass of water!

cheollie ✨: also don’t forget i’m picking you up at 9:30am

cheollie ✨: hope ur ready to spend all day at the roller rink with me baby

You can’t help but grin, already excited to see how Seungcheol spent his day at work. Typing a response, you quickly hit send before setting your phone down onto the nightstand and making your way to the bathroom.

‘I can’t wait! I’m so excited~ u promised me free skates and free food so don’t forget!!’

It’s exactly 9:29AM when Seungcheol messages you that he’s downstairs.

You check yourself in the mirror one last time, smoothing down your dress and hair and grabbing your bag before you rush down to meet Seungcheol.

There’s a mild feeling of nervousness that pours over you, but you quickly shake it off once you see his blue headed figure standing outside of the lobby.

“‘Cheollie!”

He turns around to face you just as you stop in your tracks; gasping when you see the cute way he’s styled his hair for today. “Whoa… wow, uh, j-just.. Wow. You look great in bandanas...”

Seungcheol laughs, eyes forming crescents. “I don’t usually work the weekends so I thought I’d spice it up a little. Guess it looks good?” You can only nod shakily, mentally cursing yourself when you feel the arousal already pooling inside your body. He winks at you once, opening the passenger’s side door as you slide into his car.

“Hope you’re ready to have a boring day at the roller rink with me.” He gives you a tight lipped smile, shutting your door before he rounds the car to get in on the driver’s side.

“I’m telling you, it’s not going to be… y’know, anything crazy.”

“Who says it has to be! I’m excited to see where you work and anyway you promised!” You tease, poking him in the arm as he starts the car. “I know, I know… I just---I don’t want you to be disappointed. I bet you thought I was some rich old hotshot before, huh?” Seungcheol shoots you a glance, smiling gently.

“Mmm.. not really.”

“No? You didn’t think I was some lonely CEO with loads of money with a thing for camgirls?”

You laugh at his response, placing your hand over his on the gear shift.

“Nah, if there’s anything I thought about you, it was that you were way too nice to be on some camming website.”

The two of you have idle conversation as Seungcheol takes his time to drive to the roller rink. In all honesty, he was a little nervous himself, although he’d never say it to your face.

“Oh my god, is that it?! It’s so cute!”

He parks close to the entrance, turning the car off as he jogs over to your side to help you out. “‘Cheol, you know you don’t have to be so sweet~” You pout, latching onto his arm as he locks the car.

“Oh but I do. You deserve to be spoiled once in a while!”

A blush coats your cheeks yet again, shy eyes fixated on the floor as he walks you towards the entrance. “Yeah, but all you ever do is spoil me… That sybian was no joke and my god, Seungcheol, the price! I almost had half a mind to return it…” You end in a mumble. Seungcheol laughs, opening the door for you as you unlatch from his arm and step in first.

“You’re worth spoiling. Now stop worrying, okay? I promise I’m not up to anything illegal in order to afford your gifts.” Giggling, you lean up to kiss him on the cheek, nodding firmly.

“Fiiiiine, I trust you, y’know?”

“I know, baby. I trust you too, now let’s go meet my best friend who’s going to play butler for you today.”

He leads you over to the concession stand where an equally tall yet bored male stands. “Hey, Jeongguk!” The said male looks up from his phone, eyebrow quirking when the two of you walk up. “Uh, hey Seungcheol-hyung…” Seungcheol feels a weird tenseness fall over the three of you, clearing his throat to get Jeongguk’s attention when he finds the younger male staring.

“Um, this is my friend. She’s---uh, she’s gonna be hanging out here for the rest of the day. I promised her that you’d give her free food, so uh, just--just let me know how much it is so I can tell Namjoon to take it out of my paycheck.” Jeongguk grins, a sly look in his eyes when he finally meets Seungcheol’s concerned eyes.

“Sure! Can I talk to you over there? It’s about our paychecks actually.” Jeongguk turns to you, leaning over the counter. “Sorry, employee only info, ch--uuuuuh, you know the deal.”

“Yeah, of course!”

Jeongguk points off to the side, gesturing to Seungcheol who follows suit.

The younger male makes sure they’re a safe distance away, watching as you pluck your phone out of your purse before he starts talking in harsh whispers. “What the fuck, dude!? You’re---no, you’re not fucking Cherry. She doesn’t have a boyfriend so what the fuck?”

The blood drains from Seungcheol’s face; the feeling in his fingers going numb as his throat goes dry. “Wuh--what? What are you---what are you talking about?” Jeongguk scoffs, eyes rolling jokingly.

“So, hyung, how do you know her?”

“You’re asking me?! How do you know her!?” Seungcheol’s eye twitches just as Jeongguk shoots him an incredulous look, arms crossed in mock annoyance. “I’m a horny boy, what can I say.”

“Please do not ever use those words to describe yourself again.”

The younger male stands in silence, nodding in thought.

“Fuck, wow, I should’ve noticed. All those extra shifts you were taking, the reason why you could never come hang… You don’t like working here as much as Yoongi-hyung but you--holy---holy shit, wait--you… you can’t be…”

Fuck, here it comes.

“You’re fucking ‘dom.cheol’ aren’t you? You’re the one always leaving her insane fuckin’ donations all the time… and the gifts.. Oh my god. The ‘cheol’ was from Seungcheol, I should’ve known...”

Seungcheol dies a million deaths inside his head; the ringing in his ears becoming unbearable while Jeongguk stares at him in mild disbelief. “It all clocks out, holy fuck. No wonder you were so fucking eager to pick up so many extra shifts…” Seungcheol’s mouth opens and closes a few times, unsure what to say.

“I mean, fuck hyung, I--I’m kind of impressed but wow. You think you know a guy, huh?” Jeongguk laughs, patting the older male on the shoulder. “She’s only one of the hottest camgirls out there right now. You’re a lucky man, hyung.”

A weird possessiveness washes over Seungcheol, hands gently balling up into fists at his side. “Okay, well, she… she’s just here to chill, alright? Don’t do anything weird. And most of all, don’t say anything weird either.” The younger male nods, already walking back to where you were standing.

“Hey, sorry, hyung’s paycheck is gonna be pretty sad next week and I had to let him down gently. Anyway, I’m Jeongguk. You are?”

You give him a fake name; shaking his hand over the counter as he grins at you.

“It’s my pleasure.”

You spend the first two hours on the floor skating; catching Seungcheol’s eyes on you from time to time as he sits nearby cleaning skates. The place seemed pretty empty, which was something that Seungcheol was immensely glad for.

Eventually you skate off out of the rink, making your way to Seungcheol who smiles at you when you come sit next to him. “Told you. Bored already, huh?” The two of you share a laugh, watching as the few other people continue to skate around the rink.

“I mean… it’s different! Right about now I’d usually be six episodes into a new series or something… It’s nice to be somewhere else and doing something different.”

He nods in return, slightly pouting when he turns to face you. “I hate that you have to go home tonight.” You mirror his sentiments, lips quirking into a sad smile.

“I know… I don’t wanna go home…”

Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek, eyes flitting over to Jeongguk. “Hey, maybe we can bail a little early. This place is pretty dead anyway, and I--I can have Jeongguk clock me out when he leaves. My shift is supposed to end at 3PM and it’s noon now so… We can leave in a hour? Maybe get a late lunch?”

“Seungcheol… I don’t want you to get in trouble…” You mumble, brows furrowing in concern. “Really, it’s okay! We can just hang here ‘til then and still have time to get dinner!” He sighs, knowing you were right. Now was not the right time to be testing the waters with Jeongguk and Namjoon.

“Okay, okay, you win, baby.”

It takes 45 minutes.

45 minutes and a free drink from the concession stand before your mind starts wandering.

You watch Seungcheol converse with Jeongguk behind the concession stand; his cute laugh sending you into orbit when your eyes meet and you can’t stop the thrums of lust pouring over your body when a certain idea pops into your head.

Seungcheol turns his attention back to the younger male and you quickly start to unlace your skates and put your normal shoes back on before Seungcheol’s entire break gets taken up.

You walk up to the two; Seungcheol cleaning off his hands before he exits from behind the counter.

“Seungcheol…” You softly call out; a look of concern crossing his features when he stops in front of you. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, mmhmm! I just--I need to talk to you, if that’s okay?” Jeongguk already turns to leave, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You drag Seungcheol away, tugging him towards an even emptier part of the roller rink as the concern builds up inside of him. “I have an idea.” He feels himself gulp, already anticipating what you have to say.

“And…?”

“Well… It’s… It won’t t-take long I don’t think, just… hear me out?” You question gently, head tilting cutely up at Seungcheol who already knows he can’t say no to you. “Okay, shoot.”

“Wh--what if we… film a small POV v-video… like, not a live one! Just a small upload on my channel to test the waters maybe? I just---you don’t have to say anything and--and it’ll be quick, and--and like, nothing major just a little, um, f-fingering and--oh my god, sorry, I shouldn’t have a-asked, that’s just---I’m s-sorry I was thinking about it and it kinda got to me and I’m---I’m kinda already wet just thinking about it and--”

“No, let’s… let’s do it. To be fair, people seem to like risqué public things like that right?” A crimson blush falls on Seungcheol’s cheeks as he turns the tables, wrapping a hand around your wrist as he walks you to the employee restroom. “It’s… there shouldn’t be anyone in here so we should be safe.” He mutters, checking to make sure before he ushers you inside and locks the door behind him.

“I don’t know what to do so you’ll have to guide me a little here, baby.”

You nod, pulling your phone out and opening the camera app. Scrolling, you put it in video mode, clicking the red button before passing it to Seungcheol. “I’ve never done it either but I’m sure I can just… crop it and I m-mean it’s meant to be a little shoddy, right?” You giggle nervously, body already on fire when Seungcheol makes the camera face you. “You don’t have to say anything if you’re not comfortable with your voice being in the video, I just need… this.”

You reach for his free hand, playing with it as you run your fingertips across the veins. “I’m sorry, daddy… I just… I couldn’t help but think about your fingers inside my tight pussy...” Seungcheol almost loses his grip on your phone; palm clammy when he watches as you bring his hand underneath your short dress.

“Please… please, won’t daddy fuck me with his fingers? I promise I’ll be good for the rest of the day if he lets me cum on his fingers…” You whine.

Seungcheol isn’t ready to have his voice heard yet, so he nods, fingers twitching in your hold.

You take this as an okay to continue, dragging his hand up until his knuckles graze your panties. “O-oh, fuck…”

This time Seungcheol takes the lead; his own body ablaze when he can already feel your wetness soaking through your panties. He presses into it, digging his fingers into the wet material until it sticks to you like a second skin. “D-daddy, please, please, put them inside, I need it!!” You mewl, trying to keep your voice down as much as possible while still being audible enough on camera.

He shoots you a look; one that tells you to hike your dress up until your soaking panties are seen through the camera lens. And you easily follow, holding your dress up as Seungcheol drops to his knees, angling the camera upwards until only his fingers and your clothed pussy are in view. You spread your legs a little more, back resting on the wall behind you.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer…”

He gulps once, saying a prayer before he slowly pushes your panties to the side. And you all but lose any semblance of sanity the second he runs his fingertips through your wetness, pussy clenching around emptiness. “Fuck--fuck me, please!”

Once Seungcheol deems his fingers wet enough, his eyes meet yours, asking for silent consent before he makes any further moves. You nod frantically, fingers gripping the material of your dress tightly.

Seungcheol bites his lip the second he starts sinking his first finger into your tight warmth; already feeling the drool pooling in his mouth when you moan loudly. He starts a slow pace, mentally noting just how obscenely wet you are when he drags his finger out slowly. “Ngh, daddy m-more, please, I can take it, I wanna be f-full~” He gives it a few more thrusts of his index finger before he adds his middle finger; this time slowly sinking both digits into your pussy as you whimper above him.

His eyes flit up, mesmerized when he sees your face contort in bliss. “O-oh my god, I’m--I’m already so close… Daddy’s fingers are so much bigger and thicker than mine, it fuh--feels so good…” You mutter; squirming when Seungcheol doesn’t move.

And it takes him a second; too fixated on the way your tight walls only seem to suck his fingers in deeper.

But he starts a moderate pace, scissoring and curling his fingers inside of you until you’re reduced to whines and soft breathy moans.

He can already feel you getting tighter around his fingers after a few more minutes; doubling his pace when you start to beg.

“Oh my god, oh my god, ‘m so close, fuck! P-please touch my clit, daddy, please make m-me c--cum!”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his pants but he focuses on you, thumb immediately on your clit as he rubs harsh and quick circles on the swollen nub. He doesn’t know how much time has passed or if his break is over, but the look of absolute pleasure on your face is enough to make him not care.

He curls his fingers into your g-spot, holding them still as he continuously rubs your clit until you’re cumming; thighs shaking as you let out shaky breaths above him.

“Oh m-my god, daddy!” You mumble in a hurried frenzy, thighs clamping around his hand between your legs as the pleasure washes over you.

Seungcheol lets you ride out your high, gently wiggling his fingers inside of you as he starts to slow down.

“Mmh… Seungcheol…”

Oh fuck.

He definitely liked it when you moaned his name.

“Y-yes…?” It’s his cue to turn off the camera, shaky finger pressing the ‘stop’ button. He gently slides his fingers out of you, muttering an apology when you wince.

“You don’t have to say sorry! It’s just… ‘m sensitive…” You mewl, already missing the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “Y-yeah, of course! I, um, I hope that was okay? I’ll give you a second to get cleaned up, I’ll uh, run and get you some water.”

You nod in response, thanking him before he quickly washes off his hands and bolts out of the restroom; ears and cheeks redder than a tomato.

Once you’re alone, you quickly open your camera roll, clicking on the video as you hurriedly crop out the beginning and end, making sure that the short video didn’t have any incriminating details before you open up your camming homepage.

There’s a moment of unsureness that makes you pause. You bite the inside of your cheek, weighing the potential outcomes of posting this to your page.

But before you can change your mind, you quickly start the upload; adding a title and a short description before you lock your phone to let it process.

In the meantime, you get cleaned up, checking your appearance in the mirror once before picking up your phone again. Unlocking it, you find the upload has finished and you exhale sharply, publishing the video before locking the device again.

You move to exit the restroom, already finding Seungcheol holding a bottle of water on the other side.

“Oh, there you are! Everything okay?”

“Mmhmm! I uploaded the video before I could change my mind so I’m a little nervous…” You trail off, accepting the bottle that Seungcheol passes you.

“Well, the good news is, we’re bailing, now. I told ‘Guk to clock me out so we should get out of here so I can get your mind off of that.”

He shoots you a genuine smile, offering his hand which you take.

“Let’s fuckin’ get some ice cream, I think we deserve it.”

Seungcheol takes you on a scenic drive, taking you to an ice cream shop further away from town.

The two of you sit down in a booth towards the back of the shop and he helps clear your head, talking about various topics to keep your mind off of the huge risk you’d just taken.

“Anyway, that’s one of the reasons why I’m never bar-hopping with ‘Guk again. He’s got no limit, nobody can keep up and nobody wants to keep paying the uber fees.” You laugh as Seungcheol finishes his story, taking a sip of your milkshake.

You can’t help but sigh after a few seconds, pouting at Seungcheol who blinks questioningly at you. “‘Cheollie, I don’t wanna go home…” He stares back, unsure of what to say. A million different thoughts run through his mind in the split second before he opens his mouth.

“Why don’t you stay with me for a couple more days?”

Seungcheol doesn’t understand the gravity of his words until they spill out of his mouth; a panicked look on his face when you go completely silent in the seat across from him. “I m-mean, uh, I mean, like, fuck. I’m sorry, that must’ve been way too out of bounds. I just---it’s just, you don’t want to go home and---and I can take care of you while you’re here! Even if it’s just a couple days. I can help you film too!” He curses himself for rambling; immediately shutting himself up.

“I--I don’t want to bother you, ‘Cheol… That’s really too kind of you…” A shy blush coats your skin; chewing on your bottom lip when you shyly avoid his gaze. “A-and my filming stuff is back home too… I brought a few toys with me so I could film my weekend shows but--but my camera…”

“I can ask Jeongguk!”

You shoot him a bewildered look, brow quirking. “He--he streams sometimes too, like, video games ‘n shit. He actually offered me his extra equipment a while back, if I ever wanted to get into it myself. I can ask to borrow it, if you want?”

You drink in his words, unsure. The thought of staying with Cheol might’ve danced across your mind a handful of times, but now that the offer was on the table, you weren’t sure how to respond.

You trusted Seungcheol, and you knew by now that he would never do anything to hurt or betray you. But this was a far leap from how things were the last time you’d seen him.

“Listen, I can see the cogs in your head turning, baby. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’m not forcing your hand into anything you don’t want. But I know you’ve been wanting to get out a ‘lil more and… well, in truth, I think it’d be nice for both of us? I can take care of you while you’re here with me and we can keep each other company.” He pauses, smiling at you from across the booth. “But I can also take you back to your hotel room and let you pack so you don’t get home too late.”

“‘Cheol I trust you.. It’s just that… I’m s-scared…”

“Scared? Of what, baby?”

The warmth blooms inside of you; shy eyes meeting his.

“Scared that I’m not gonna wanna go home…”

Seungcheol takes it easy for the rest of the day and doesn’t make an effort to get an answer out of you. He takes you around the city, tugging you into shops he thinks you’d like and walking around with you aimlessly until the sun goes down.

But time seems to go even faster once he takes you to dinner; a sigh on his lips when he knows he has to bring the topic back up.

“I hate to ask but… I have to take you back to your hotel after this so…” Seungcheol trails off, leaving it open-ended for you.

“I know… I just want to know… Why do you like me so much?”

The question takes Seungcheol by surprise; eyes wide as saucers. “I--I’m sorry I don’t follow?” You chuckle under your breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s just… we were strangers, kind of, before Friday, you know what I mean? And now you’re offering your place to me to just… crash at for a few days? What if I rob you blind? Or what--what if you try something with me that I don’t like?” You suddenly start catastrophizing; mind going a mile a minute with potential outcomes.

“Hey, whoa, whoa, wait. Calm down, sweetheart. It’s okay! Breathe!” You let out a shaky exhale, groaning as you hide your face in your palms. “God, ‘Cheol, ‘m sorry, I--I really want to stay with you for a few days. It’s just that my brain is going light speed and I can’t keep up. I really like you too, you’ve been nothing but kind and sweet and you’re so handsome, it’s just so crazy to me...” Your words are slightly muffled but Seungcheol catches it, a soft chuckle on his lips when he leans his head on his palm.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa and leave you alone. You can take the bed. Hell, you can even rob me blind and I’d say thank you.”

He reaches his free hand over, fingers circling your wrist as he pulls your hand down. “And I’m offering you my place because I like you as you. You’re cute and funny, and so fuckin’ humble. And I want to get to know you better. In person, y’know?”

“Y-yeah… I wanna get to know you better too. And it’s only a couple days right?”

“Right.”

Seungcheol drives you back to your hotel, a smile on his face when he sees you in better spirits.

He parks his car in front, turning to face you. “So I’ll just wait here while you grab your things and check out, okay? I’ll contact ‘Guk to see if I can swing by and take that extra equipment he offered.”

This time you nod cheerily, body buzzing with excitement as you hurriedly step out of his car. “I’ll be quick!”

He gives it a moment before he picks his phone up, taking a deep breath before typing out a message to the younger male.

‘Hey, ‘Guk I have a favour. Get back to me asap if u can.’

Jeon 🥴 : bold of u to msg me…

Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features; fingers hovering over the keyboard. ‘What are you talking about?’

Jeongguk takes a second to send a screenshot, Seungcheol’s cheeks burning a crimson colour when he sees the content.

Jeon 🥴: it’s the employee restroom for me.

Jeon 🥴: bruh it’s also the fuckin way i knew it was u before i even played the video… fuck man is that why u too so long on ur break? u do kno u went over right, I clocked it cuz i was expecting u to come back sooner

Jeon 🥴: for the rec im not mad, actually im impressed just cant believe this is u

Seungcheol ignores Jeongguk’s messages, instead opening the screenshot again and re-reading the video title.

‘I was so needy… 🥺 so I asked daddy to finger me in public…’

Jeon 🥴: bitch i kno ur reading this im dropping the hyung bc u kept this from me!!

Jeon 🥴: after i even offered u my extra camming stuff u were already doing it behind my back…

Seungcheol rolls his eyes at the younger male’s dramatic nature, fingers quickly swiping across the keyboard.

‘Alright, I’m sorry okay? I just didn’t think my online habits needed to be public knowledge and for the record, that was the first time I’ve ever done anything like that. I promise no more secrets, unless absolutely necessary. And also speaking of that extra equipment, can I swing by and grab it from your place?’

Jeon 🥴: r u gonna cam now? u got one sip of the devils juice and now ur all in?

‘Would u stop being dramatic oh my god. It’s not for me, it’s for ‘cherry’. She’s going to be staying with me for a few days and I fully expect you to keep your mouth shut on this.’

Seungcheol grimaces when he calls you by your online handle; already feeling unfamiliar with it.

Jeon 🥴: o i c. sure, u can come pick it up, simp. I’ll make sure she’s got all the necessary things before u get here and u owe me one!! i fully expect u to come stream with me at least once for keeping ur secrets

‘It’s a deal. I’ll be there in an hour and a half.’

A sigh escapes Seungcheol’s lips, his eyes dancing over to your figure that skips towards the car. He locks his phone just as you tap on the glass, popping the trunk before he steps out.

“How’d it go? All checked out?”

“Mmhmm! Did you get in contact with Jeongguk? What’d he say?”

A nervous laugh spills from his lips as he puts your small luggage in the trunk, slamming it shut before rounding the car to open your door. “I’ll help you get settled in at my place and then I’ll drive over really quick and grab the stuff from his place.”

You hop in his car, fiddling with the seatbelt until Seungcheol slides into the driver’s seat.

“He didn’t ask what you needed it for?” Gulp. Shit.

“I just told him that I was thinking about streaming, for--for gaming stuff. He was okay with it.”

He’d tell you the truth. Soon, he promises.

No. Now.

Seungcheol sighs, hands on the wheel as he stares straight ahead. “No, no, I--I can’t sit here and lie to you. Jeongguk knows you. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier, I told him to keep his mouth shut because I didn’t want him to bother you while we were at the roller rink.”

“I--oh…”

He can only nod; eyes dancing over to you as you play with the hem of your dress. “Yeah, I--I’m really sorry. He--He also found out I was ‘dom.cheol’ too and, fuck, I--I don’t know, I kind of panicked too. I hid that part of me from everyone I know so it was just… it was a lot.”

You meet his sad eyes, shooting him a small smile of your own. “It’s okay! It’s a little funny that happens right after that ‘kitty_junjun’ says he saw me in person too, huh? I mean, thanks for trying to protect me at least. It must’ve been weird for you too.”

“Yeah… If you’re not comfortable anymore, I… I’d understand too.” Seungcheol prepares himself for the worst, knowing that there was a chance that this was goodbye.

“Are you kidding! What’s one person gonna do? And you said he’s your best friend and you trust him… I’ll have to take a leap of faith on that one but… I trust you.”

You lean over the center console, kissing him on the cheek. “And anyway, as long as he’s not one of those weirdos asking for ‘favours’, I think we’re in the clear, right?”

Seungcheol grimaces; as long as it’s from me and not you, he thinks.

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fleabaged · 3 years ago

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help me fleabaged i started to think and now i feel sad. laura neal has said that she hesitates to define what the villaneve relationship is. if the person responsible of the season (and that terrible choice to reset after s3) says that, then how possible it is to actually have villaneve in these last two episodes come together in a romantic/sexual way.. i feel the chances are slim. i mean they sure love to tease and play with this chemistry but just so that it leaves room for interpretation. for example the helene kill was basically a sex scene for us but probably just a cool kill for some regular straight viewer. so they give us hints and crumbs and something in between the lines but never REALLY cross the line. and yes the build up has been huge and i'm gonna be deeply disappointed and angry if they don't go there in the end after all this. but they just...might not go there, because this is what this show has been so far and how possible it is for that to drastically change in the final eps.

i know i know we still have two episodes and all that jazz but also starting to prepare myself for the disappointment. until ep6 i was still a tiny bit positive but now... (even tho i loved the episode! it just missed too many steps villaneve could have taken)

there is a whole group of KWEERS on that writing team they are WELL AWARE of the expectations.

Pacing of villaneve last 2 seasons have been frustrating. Sheer avoidance from having them come together. All that is true. But I truly think they know what they have to do. And I want to totally validate your frustration ke is experts at giving us scenes that can have multiple interpretations from a sapphic lens or a het viewer- their bus kiss is absolutely textbook of it.

Also this “big bad het viewer” we’ve/ they’ve imagined that they could possibly alienate- is there ANY heterosexual causal viewer left of ke that doesn’t have a homosexual in the family that put them on the show in the first place 😭 lmao. And a lot of people casually watching I think want to see them together regardless- like!!!

Killing eve definitely didn’t have the pussy power to go full in on the relationship earlier, which is sad because we will miss out on a lot of fun potential storytelling of what could have unfolded in the aftermath. But I would actually be shocked if they did not have at least a passionate kiss. Are they THAT stupid… they can’t be! Right??

#asks #ke spoilers

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blitzturtles · 3 years ago

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Title: It Starts Like This, Ch. 5

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo

Pairing(s): BruAbba, FugoNara / NaraFugo (Could be platonic, honestly, tho the BruAbba definitely isn't.)

Summary: He should have listened to Fugo more closely. Should have paid more attention to Abbacchio. Maybe something they had said or done would help now, but he doesn’t know because he never listens. He’s too stupid to get any of this right, and now Bucciarati’s suffering for it.

Notes: Turns out being dead has a bit of a long term effect. Who would have thought?

This fic got away from me, so I'm breaking it down by character interaction (sort of). This is Nara's chapter. Also, sorry this is super late; we just moved into our new rental, and that's been incredibly stressful/difficult.

Narancia groans and slams a fist against his desk. He’s been at this homework bullshit for the better part of two hours now, and he hasn’t gotten anywhere! He’s at the end of his rope with, but he knows Fugo will be mad if he gives up now. After all, Fugo’s the one that put the practice sheet together for him, but that doesn’t make it any easier for Narancia to understand.

“Why do I bother?” He mutters to himself, but he already knows the answer. It’s because Bucciarati always gets this sad look in his eyes whenever the subject of school comes up, and he always looks so damn proud of Narancia whenever he manages to score a lousy ‘C’. Narancia can’t imagine the disappointment if he withdrew from school (... again), so he decides to double down.

It’s less than five minutes later that he’s pulling at his hair with clenched fists.

Maybe a break wouldn’t be the worst idea. Fugo won’t be back for a few more hours, and it’s not like he’d know. Narancia could get a snack, maybe watch a single episode of the dumb drama that Mista got him into. Or even half an episode! Narancia’s a reasonable guy. He can behave.

He’s about halfway to the kitchen when his stomach turns oddly. “I’m working on it,” he says to himself, but he can’t quite shake the feeling that something is off. Or-- wrong? His brows furrow together. It’s like the feeling of being watched, what with the unease that’s curling around his entire being, but it’s different somehow. Something’s definitely wrong, but he doesn’t know what.

There’s really only one way to find out.

Aerosmith materializes in front of him, along with Narancia’s radar. He squints at it with a frown. There are only two signatures, which is what he would expect. Everyone else is busy today. It’s just him and Bucciarati. No one’s skulking around the exterior or hiding somewhere inside. Just the two of them, except--

Except Bucciarati’s signature looks weird, and it takes Narancia a moment to realize why. It’s weak and too fast, and he doesn’t need to be in the room to imagine the gasping breaths that are causing the unsteady signal. The signal that’s dropping; the signal that’s--

“Shit!” Narancia’s off like a shot through the mansion. Aerosmith races ahead of him, already scoping out the scenario that he’s about to run into with almost no real clue on how to handle it. It doesn’t slow him down in the least. He’s too fixated on getting to Bucciarati.

There’s something viscerally disturbing about seeing his Capo on the ground with the back of his head pressed into the floor in a way that looks downright painful. His entire body is rigid down to the tips of his fingers, which look like someone’s strung the tendons tight enough to snap.

Narancia nearly trips on his own feet trying to close the last of the distance, and he all but falls on his knees. His hands frantically feel out Bucciarati’s upper arm, but he doesn’t know what his goal is there. He doesn’t know what his goal should be. Sure, he saw Abbacchio handle that one seizure, and Fugo gave him a rundown, but this is different. Several times more terrifying than anything he could have prepared for, much less so when he has no one to help him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he whispers as he tries to remember what Abbacchio did.

On his side. Bucciarati should be on his side, but he looks like he’s in pain with the way his features are scrunched up. It’s only the short, painful gasps that yield no air movement that kick Narancia into gear. Bucciarati’s carbon dioxide input has all but dissipated now, and Narancia’s had his stand for long enough to know that Bucciarati’s burning up more and more of his oxygen reserves the longer this goes on.

Actually getting Bucciarati onto his side is so much harder than it sounds. Moving a man that’s larger than him and rigid in every part of his body makes it a near impossible task, but Narancia manages through pure willpower.

“C’mon, you need to breathe,” Narancia knows his voice sounds desperate and shaky. Pathetic, really, but he’s practically pleading with Bucciarati. He’d do anything for the man to just listen to him, but Bucciarati continues to suck in inhale after inhale with seemingly no pause to actually let anything out. It’s terrifying, and Narancia feels his eyes burning and his frustration getting the better of him.

He should have listened to Fugo more closely. Should have paid more attention to Abbacchio. Maybe something they had said or done would help now, but he doesn’t know because he never listens. He’s too stupid to get any of this right, and now Bucciarati’s suffering for it.

The shaking starts after another few, hopeless seconds pass. It’s to Narancia’s sick relief that Bucciarati’s signal finally comes back. A massive ripple across his radar that evens out to something not quite right, but something there.

Eventually, the shaking turns into painful looking jerking motions, and even those start to slow down after another few seconds before Bucciarati goes entirely still. Narancia can’t bring himself to relax yet, despite the ache in his arms from holding (gently, don’t force it, Fugo’s voice rings out in his head) Bucciarati on his side.

Twenty more seconds pass, and Narancia finally relaxes when Bucciarati’s chest starts to rise and fall naturally. Ten more seconds, and blue eyes are blinking up at him with confusion. There’s a quiet, uncertain sound in the back of Bucciarati’s throat that reminds Narancia of something else Fugo said,

‘He’ll probably be out of it for awhile, and seizures are... ‘ Fugo had gone quiet, ‘Just imagine what it’s like to be the one having them if seeing them is so terrifying.’

“You’re okay,” Narancia says gently. Ignores the wobble of his own voice just like he ignores the wetness on his cheeks.

Bucciarati hums at him and blinks slowly, but there’s no sign that he knows that he’s being spoken too, much less what’s being said.

“I’m sorry,” Narancia continues. He wipes at his eyes quickly, as if to hide the fact that he’s been crying. “I’m sorry- I know, I know this is a lot, and I’m really sorry that I’m screwing it up. You’re okay. I won’t- I’m right here, okay? I’ll keep you safe and shit.”

There’s a moment that Bucciarati turns his head and tries to flip himself onto his back that Narancia thinks might be signs of consciousness, but Bucciarati still doesn’t acknowledge him. He seems uncomfortable more than anything, so Narancia helps him roll onto his back. He can always help him back if-- He shakes the thought from his head.

There’s a line of drool that becomes visible with Bucciarati on his back, and there’s a tinge of pink to it that tells him that Bucciarati either nicked his lip or his tongue. He’s not about to stick his hands in Bucciarati’s mouth to try to figure out which. Not when the amount of blood is so insignificant, and Bucciarati might come to at any moment. Narancia sure as hell wouldn’t want someone’s hands in his mouth while already waking up dazed.

It’s then that his phone chooses to ring out loudly from his pocket, scaring him badly enough that he nearly falls over. Bucciarati’s eyes shift toward him, which is something Narancia would celebrate as a minor victory if his heart weren’t pounding too hard already.

He fishes around in his pocket and breathes out a sigh of relief at seeing Fugo’s name. “Seizure,” is the first thing that comes out of his mouth before so much as a greeting on either end can be spoken.

“Shit,” Fugo shifts on his end, “I’ll call Abbacchio. How long?”

“I don’t know, like- less than two minutes, I think? I mean the shaking part. I don’t know, fuck, I’m-”

“Stop,” Fugo cuts him off before he can spiral, “You did fine. Stay with him. We’ll be there soon, and remember what I said.”

“Got it,” Narancia doesn’t bother to hang up before he discards the phone nearby (carefully, near enough to reach if he needs it).

Without thinking, he finds his fingers in Bucciarati’s bangs. It’s something that he does for Fugo. Petting through his hair until he can breathe normally again after a bad panic attack or flashback. This might not be the same, but he hopes it helps. All the while, he runs his mouth with a bit more confidence after Fugo’s reassurance.

“Nara--ncia?” Bucciarati blinks, scrunches his eyes, and opens them again. “What?”

“You had a seizure,” Narancia explains, “But you’re okay now. Fugo and Abbacchio are going to be here soon.”

“Oh,” Bucciarati hums like he did earlier, but he’s definitely more aware now. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, I mean-” Narancia shrugs, unable to find the words he wants. That’s another problem of his, but it’s his problem and not Bucciarati’s. “I’m just glad you’re doing a little better.”

“Feel like I was hit by a train,” the words are stuttered out, and it takes Bucciarati a while to form them, but he manages in the end. Narancia’s relieved to hear him say anything at all.

“You were kinda tense.”

Bucciarati lets out a sound that might be a laugh, and Narancia curses himself for pointing out the obvious.

“Sorry, I didn’t-”

“It’s fine,” Bucciarati absently leans into the gentle touch of Narancia’s calloused hands working their way through his hair. It’s a gentle sensation that’s more than welcome compared to the ache in the rest of his body.

Seeing the way Bucciarati relaxes puts Narancia at ease enough to shift from his knees to his ass. He crosses his legs, all while still carding his fingers through Bucciarati’s hair. They talk for a while, about nothing in particular. The words eventually get easier for Bucciarati, and he’s more lucid now than he had been after the last seizure that Narancia saw him have. That has to be good, or that’s what he tells himself anyway.

“Bruno,” Abbacchio calls from the doorway, causing Narancia and Bucciarati to turn their attention to the worried man. He must have been walking fast or outright running, considering the seconds that pass before Fugo appears behind him.

“I’m alright,” Bucciarati says immediately upon seeing their faces.

It’s so absurdly Bucciarati that Narancia wants to laugh, but he’s also relieved.

“I knew I shouldn’t have gone back,” Abbacchio grumbles as he crouches beside them on the floor. He moves to help stabilize Bucciarati when the man insists on sitting up; something that he hadn’t asked Narancia to do, and Narancia’s kind of grateful for that (like he is for so many of the things that Bucciarati does for him).

Bucciarati rolls his eyes, but there’s a pull at the corner of the left side of his mouth that gives him away. As much as he doesn’t like to be treated like a child, his love for Abbacchio will always trump his irritation. “We can’t live in constant fear.”

“We can make things work until you get on meds that help,” Fugo pointed out with a thoughtful frown.

The small smile slips off of Bucciarati’s face, and he sighs a deep, tired puff of air. “Maybe,” he admits, if only for the moment. He doesn’t look up for an argument, and, if he were, he’d likely keep it behind closed doors. Correcting their behavior in public is one thing, demanding of them what needs to be done is another, but a full on argument? That’s a rare sight for any of them.

“Let’s get you to the sofa,” Abbacchio says with a sigh of his own.

“I’ll uh, leave you guys to it,” Narancia mumbles, palms already pressing to the ground to shove himself upwards. His chest feels tight, and he feels his eyes beginning to water again. It’s ridiculous, considering the fact that Bucciarati is fine now. Great, even. At least compared to last time, but it’s like the whole situation has finally caught up with him. The panic and anxiety are threatening to swallow him, and he doesn’t want to lose it in front of a man that’s just been put through the wringer.

“You-” Bucciarati starts, but Fugo cuts in,

“We’ll go get some water and painkillers. You look like you’re sore,” it’s an excuse, though it is something that they can do for Bucciarati, and Narancia’s grateful to be useful. Or he will be in a few minutes, when he’s calmed himself back down.

They make it back to the hall that Narancia had been in when all this started before he loses it completely. The tears come and don’t stop, despite the arms that wrap around him.

“You did a good job,” Fugo murmurs into his ear and presses a kiss to Narancia’s hair. He’s not typically this affectionate in the public areas of the house, but, then again, Narancia doesn’t normally break down in the hallways, either.

“I didn’t count, and I forgot what you said about the blood, and-”

“You did fine, Narancia. He’s alright; that’s all that matters,” Fugo pulls back enough to force the other boy to look him in the eyes. “Seriously, Abbacchio and I are just glad you were there, and I’m sure Bucciarati is, too.”

“Yeah,” Narancia croaks, for lack of anything else to say, and because he suddenly feels too tired to argue.

Fugo pulls him into another hug. One that lingers a bit before either can bring themselves to move away. Ultimately, it’s Narancia who breaks contact.

“Let’s go get Bucci some water and pain killers. That shit looked awful,” Narancia says as he wipes at the drying tears. He can only imagine how sore every one of Bucciarati’s muscles must feel, including ones he probably hadn’t been aware of until waking up.

Fugo nods, “Yeah, let’s go.”

By the time they make it back to the library, Bucciarati is curled up on the sofa and leaned against Abbacchio. They’re talking quietly, but surprisingly don’t seem to be arguing. It might have something to do with the fatigue that’s so apparent on Bucciarati’s face, and the worry on Abbacchio’s. The added arm that’s curled around Bucciarati in a protective manner only lends to that theory.

“We got meds,” Fugo says as a way to announce their presence.

Bucciarati sits up enough to take both the pills and the cup of water they brought for him. He downs both in a single go and pulls a face at the dryness that remains. “Thank you. Both of you, but especially you, Narancia.”

“Yeah, it uh- was long overdue, right?” Narancia says, trying to make a light-hearted remark about their first meeting. He’s felt like he’s owed Bucciarati for that ever since, though this hardly feels like repaying him.

Bucciarati smiles at him anyway. “Come sit down? You look like you might fall over.”

Says the man that just had a seizure. Then again, Bucciarati’s already sitting. Narancia hasn’t managed to stop fidgeting in his spot since they got back to the library.

He sits on the couch on Bucciarati’s free side while Fugo takes up his favorite plush chair a few feet away. Narancia holds himself awkwardly, trying to avoid putting any more pressure on the parts of Bucciarati’s body that might hurt (which he figures is most of it).

“Oh for the love of-” Abbacchio reaches behind Bucciarati to tug Narancia by the collar. He yanks him sideways until he’s leaned against Bucciarati, who looks more than happy to accept the additional affection.

Bucciarati snakes his arm around Narancia and hugs him close with a gentle squeeze. “I know you don’t believe any of us, but you did a great job today, weird as that is for me to say,” but putting his charges before himself is a near character flaw, considering how it had nearly cost Bucciarati his life.

There are renewed tears in Narancia’s eyes, and he has to take a moment to compose himself before he can respond, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Me, too, kid,” Abbacchio grumbles and reaches over again to squeeze Narancia’s shoulder.

#bruabba #narafugo #fugonara #bucci gang #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #narancia ghirga #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure #jjba part 5 #part 5 #vento aureo #golden wind #blitzwrites #blitz #fic: islt

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anicocat · 3 years ago

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I really tried to enjoy the season and look at the bright side of things because this its almost the end, right? i should enjoy it a last time before its over. i still feel really bitter and upset most of the times tho. this is not what i pictured as the final season at all. i'm just sad.

Hello! Sorry for the late reply!! I'm so sorry you feel this way :( Hahah, you know, since S5 my emotions have been as stable as a glass of water in a roller coaster, so I feel you!! There are days where I try to look at the bright day of things and I realize that:

We had lots of beautiful clips with Sobbe in wtFOCKDOWN. All this content was bizarre and funny in a really really good way no other Evak remake had.

With all his lockdown walks and video calls, his S4/S5 clips and his pictures, Sander now has a lot more of screen time/photos than the original Even and maybe even more than other Evens. We're very lucky just for this.

Seeing the way they basically ruined the girl squad's friendship and Zoë, Amber and Luca characters beyond recognition or fixing, I'm just glad Robbe and Sander characters are still awesome, engaging and authentic as ever. They're flawed ofc, but it's still them not some strangers.

Sobbe is one of the most stable, solid relationships in the whole SKAM universe along with Davenzi and Evak, so that's a BIG win because we know wtFOCK takes the drama to a whole new level. We basically dodged a bullet 💀!

But there are other days when I think that:

I really wanted to see more sides of Sander. I was so curious to learn more about his past, his friends and the way he interacts with other people besides Robbe. There's a lot of mysteries around him that we're never going to unveil.

It's been a whole year since wtFOCKDOWN so all our knowledge about Robbe (and most of characters) is pretty much outdated despite the fact the series is still ongoing. What are his plans for the future? Is filming a hobby or something serious? How's it going with his family? His relationship with Sander? Do they have plans together or are they just living minute by minute?

Robbe's one of the most featured characters all the way thru S1-wtFOCKDOWN, and at some degree S4. In the final season he's only been featured twice, so I would expect that after three years we can have a good, satisfying closure to his high school journey.

I really wanted to see Robbe and Yasmina make a really beautiful bond. They had a really good chemistry and both have similar personalities. I really liked what they did with Sana and Martino in SKAM Italy and I wanted to see something similar in wtFOCK.

Since dic 2019 and until april 2021 I had pretty solid, safe expectations about the scenes I was going to see with Sobbe in Yasmina's season. Evak had them, Niccotino had them, Elu had them, Crisana had them... so it's natural we also anticipated Sobbe's scenes, right? That's a whole year and a half of waiting and feeling excited... for nothing!! I thought only Davenzi would be the unlucky couple (kind of, because they had a few nice scenes anyway), but now we're in the same unlucky team (so far) hahah. Some days I'm good, but some other days I still feel upset whenever I think about this. It's hard to let go after so long.

The season/series is nearing its end (we only have left three eps with plotline) so I've also been thinking a lot about the way I experienced the 6 episodes of the season. I really tried to enjoy it like you, and I somewhat enjoyed it thanks to the amazing Yasmina/Younes chemistry, but it's true I felt really upset/disappointed most of the time. Since it's the final season, I felt guilty but I also reminded myself that I have very valid, solid reasons to be upset.

A lot of people all the way thru the season tried to guilt-trip other fans for being negative, looked down at them for wishing Sobbe scenes in a Sana season or called them dramatic/ridiculous because we weren't seeing any signs of the Sobbe subplot (that in the end didn't even happen) 🤣 But we actually had every right to feel upset from the start because the signs were always there, signs that this would be another S4 2.0 (in terms of pacing, characterization, etc. I know Yasmina's journey can't be compared to Kato's... whatever she experienced.)

There's nothing that can be done now tho, and it's time we to give more weight to all the positive reasons why Sobbe's absence in S5 is good. And I'm now preparing to move on from this mess and keep treasuring the wtFOCK pre-S4 that I still love. Thankfully I didn't listen to haters/trolls telling me to shut up, so I was able to vent and express my anger, say everything I wanted to say and talk with a lot of people even if unfortunately I wasn't able to answer every single ask (I'm so sorry about this btw 🥺). I'll finish the season without regrets!!! I experienced it in a very honest way and I didn't force me do to anything, you know? I didn't force me to be positive because in the end I knew that my positivity would make feel more frustrated since I would know it wasn't genuine. I also noticed and appreciated a lot of things in previous seasons I wasn't actually appreciating, so it was good evenif it was bad haha 🙂I think i love S3 and wtFOCKDOWN more than ever and I'm just really happy. I hope you can be happy again or at least feel calm soon too.

#wtfock #wtfam #asks

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gra-sonas · 4 years ago

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Are you prepared just in case all the Malex things we think or want to happen in S3 don’t happen?

I don’t know how much I’ll be interested if they keep Michael & Alex apart for a full season, just give us what we want💔

Am I prepared to be disappointed about some things? Absolutely, regardless of my really rather positive outlook on S3.

I don’t expect S3 to perform miracles and fix every little thing S2 burned to the ground tho, so my threshold for disappointment is probably very different from that of someone who wants specific things to happen in S3, and they’ll be disappointed when the show won’t deliver those specific things. I on the other hand would be okay with ignoring most S2 shit or handwaving stuff to make S3 work. S3 = [mostly] clean slate in my book.

That doesn’t mean that I want them to rewrite everything, or turn the characters into unrecognizable versions of themselves. But if they don’t touch on things that happened in S2, or some characters won’t have a heart to heart to fix things between them, I won’t be mad.

If they'd drag Malex [getting together] out until the last episode, I’d be disappointed, ngl, but if Alex and Michael have plenty of good scenes and development throughout the season, and finally start to communicate, I think I’d still be okay with it.

However, I would probably give up on watching the show, if there’s little to no development for Malex throughout the season, and they’d delay them getting together until S4.

But honestly, I just don’t think that’s going to happen. Vlamis is already vibrating at a high frequency bc he’s so pumped for Malex, Jeanine is excited, they did the MALEX FOREVER drop and celebrated the pairing like they are already together - they won’t drag it out until S4.

Nah, S3 is our season!

#rnm speculation #nonnie asks

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redxblueihateloveyou · 4 years ago

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I hate episode 10 of sk8. Just... all of it. It was so quick and random and stupid and nothing made sense. And i hate Reki pushing Miya away, and the way they made Reki "remember" that skating is fun, and i hate the scene of Reki and Langa "make up". He didn't even apologize! And that thing they did with Shadow? I just so pissed i don't wanna watch it anymore. The only thing i still wanna see is Cherry and Jo's relationship really

haha I just wanted to write a post about it and I got your ask. that was so ridiculous, I literally started laughing at the end.

Okay, Reki and Langa, I genuinely do not get why some ppl are happy about, cause that was the most anticlimactic shit I’ve ever seen. You know, I wasn’t even that much invested in them, but even I was disappointed. For a moment there, when he started running, I was like “yes, yes, okay, here we go, here we go..... ah no no we don’t” haha then when they slammed into each other, I was like... “now then... now it’s gonna be... ah no it’s not gonna be” lmao

I just thought they’re gonna you know do the thing, you now the the super emotional make up thing. Like all of this fucking build up... for this??! I was like.. this is the climax??! this is THE CLIMAX for the two? for real?! that was so... I can’t find the word for it... flat? meh? this was their last chance to win me over and they didn’t, so sorry, this is cute and all, but no, not the level of emotion I’m looking for, that’s all.

Shadow needed to go lmao, like 2 episodes left, they don’t have time for your random races haha. At first I was kidding, when I called it a soap opera, but honestly this episode felt like the cheapest one and not in a good way, you know. He was hit in a head with a baseball bat by an ex? I mean, that I certainly didn’t expect. What is this... “Days of Our Lives”? lmao

Miya... that was so unfair. I don’t even know, at this point I’m like “does anyone even care for the little dude”? it was just sad idk. I guess he has bad luck with friends :( He also always feels like a third wheel, you know. Either to Langa and Reki, either to Cherry and Joe.

Adam and Tadashi, I’m interested, but this whole Adam being obsessed with Langa thing is just like an absurd comedy already, like a drone, seriously? He wants to race Reki, who isn’t even in this anymore, for Langa as a price? I’m.. the fuck am I watching seriously. Now if Reki beats Adam in a race, this thing will for sure deserve a Golden Raspberry Award, istg. I suggest, the power of frinedship gave wings to his board and he flies to the finish xD

Idk, it’s just not what I expected, that’s all. It’s also super inconsistent and like they start smth good, but then finish it in some absurd way. They try to prepare everyone for a tsunami, but then it’s just a bloop. I’m just confused at this point. They stretched the whole Reki thing and wasted so much time for it to unravel in that way?

And we knew that the main climax is Adam and bringing him back thing, okay, but like... will it be also meh? I just lost my hope for a great culmination, you know?

At this point it’s like... is it a good skating show? No, cause skating is pretty ridiculous in this. Is this a good borderline b-romance show? Also no. It’s a one kindergarden level b-romance and other one-sided line of god knows what... a love penthagram? lmao

I like matchablossom, a lot, but I have 2 slight problems with them. 1st they’re like so in the back, like side ships can be good too, but they do not have time to create any depth of the characters for these two or make it complex really, so it’s like a super mega potental wasted, cause I don’t even think they’re gonna be part of the next 2 episodes really. I was happy he carried in his arms tho, that was the cutest, but I also was like “waaaait, I saw that already! oh no, that was a fanart on my phone lmao”. 2nd, Cherry is obsessed with Adam. Like there are times, when he doesn’t even see Joe, when Adam is there and you know, how much I hate this kind of stuff. I mean, he’s still obsessed with him, it’s not like its all in the past or smth.

Also why why don’t I ever follow the saying “expect nothing, that way you won’t be disappointed”? smh. Nevermind *still expects smth in these last 2 episodes* lmao. The idiot in me still thinks that they left the main course for ep12 like in Free, but heck, I’m always this idiot and once again this is not Free, so.

#answered #anonymous #sk8 #anime #sk8 the infinity #I legit snorted during this episode I was just laughing at the general hospital thing lmao

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scorlettimagines · 4 years ago

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Thoughts on Part 4

So last night I finished Part 4 and put out this post asking if you guys wanted to share your thoughts on the last season of our beloved show. I woke up this morning to quite a few responses so I decided to culminate all of the ones I could respond to onto this post and share my own opinions.

If anyone has anything else they would like to share, please feel free to do so either by sending me an ask or reblogging this post (this is a side blog so replying to the post, as much as I appreciate it, doesn’t let me respond as @scorlettimagines). Okay, here goes:

@fearisholdingmedown: lol the whole season didn't make any sense and the ending skdnmgh Sabrina and Nick?????? and Zelda questioning Hecate? and just. left me really underwhelmed

I agree with this. I was extremely underwhelmed with the season; don’t get me wrong, some parts were great and really made me smile, but other parts? To me, and to my Dad who watches it with me, it felt like the writers tried to cram too much into it. There were definitely plot lines that didn’t get wrapped up, and things that seemed out of character for some.

Zelda questioning Hecate: I kind of understand, because wouldn’t you obviously question your Goddess after you prayed to her to save your niece/daughter and she didn’t? It is out of character for Zelda to question her faith, but I don’t blame her; she’s never lost Sabrina permanently before and I imagine it’s broken her a fair bit.

Sabrina and Nick at the end: Okay, so when Nick showed up at the end, my first thought was that a lot of time had passed and Nick had had a sort of happy, but long, life. When he said he went swimming in the Sea of Sorrows, I was disappointed. To be honest, I was a bit disappointed with Nick’s character this whole season; it feels like the writers didn’t put enough effort into him and just reduced him to a love interest. (I felt that with another character too but we’ll get to that later). Yay they got reunited, but also not yay for the way it happened at the end.

@screechingexpertpruneneck: I loved the ending. I loved that Sabrina saved everyone but sucks she died. I think we can all agree that Ambrose is by far the smartest character on the show. Caliban obviously deserved better. Nick proved himself worthy of Sabrina this season and I’m glad there together now. I still can’t believe he killed himself just to be with her.

I did actually like the end; yes it was sad that Sabrina died, but it was a nice way to wrap up the show. I think her heroic qualities got detracted from in the last season with the whole Queen of Hell thing so it was nice to see her get those back. Kiernan smashed it with the death scene, and that whole montage of her birthdays had me in tears.

Ambrose is 100% the smartest character on this show. To me, he was the best thing about this season, as he was one of the only ones who seemed not to have changed at least slightly. Ambrose has been my favourite character since the pilot. I don’t write about him because his character is so complex, so eccentric, so fully-fledged that I don’t think I could do that justice. It was nice to see that Ambrose remained that way until the end, and I’m not going to lie, I could watch a whole spin off show about him. This is me being calm before I get to the next point. Oh God, I’m running out of things to say here. Prepare yourselves guys, here goes.

Can someone please explain to me how the fuck-fuck-fuckity-fuck-fuck Caliban went from Prince of Hell, main villain of last season to well, that? Like when he showed up dancing, I was so confused. Like, they missed out the whole section about what happened after Sabrina literally turned him to stone? The wedding was bizarre; I wanted Calbrina a few months ago, but I don’t anymore. Then in episode 3, when he was sitting on the throne and revealed his plan (you can bet your bottom dollar I’m going to be using that for imagines) hope was restored. He was still the crafty little shit that I fell in love with back in January. But then, it was never mentioned again? Like, he was just there. As Sabrina Morningstar’s husband? For me, it was cringy and I feel like the writers definitely didn’t put enough effort into him- it was like they didn’t know what to do with him. Although, his part in the AU episode made me laugh. Considering that I’ve been following Sam Corlett’s career over 2020 and I know how well he can act, I was disappointed to see him reduced to basically a prop for a bit of eye candy. His “death” was anti-climactic and a bit shit. Anyway, Caliban to me is always gonna remain the Caliban he was in Part 3 (and tiny little bits of Part 4) because there’s character development and then there’s just taking the mick.

Nick, yeah. He did prove himself worthy of Sabrina, and I cried when they got back together, but as I mentioned before, I feel like that’s all he was used for this season. He didn’t really get a proper arc like previous seasons, and the fact that he killed himself just to be with her grated on me a bit, because that’s not what I would have expected from a character like him.

@robinisthebestfellow: Can we just talk about how random some of it was I mean like oh he’s good and honest annnnd then no

Assuming you mean Caliban? Just to add to the above rant, I didn’t want him to be nice. Yes, I write about him being nice in my imagines, but I always try to keep some of his actual character in my work (at least, I hope I do). But yeah, for my rant on Caliban see above.

@eyebagsarebetterthanhandbags: Whoever was on costume design for prudence knocked it out of the park she was gorgeous every millisecond of screen time- wished her and Ambrose made up tho at the very least😔 they were my fave couple

Prudence was another favourite of mine this season; she didn’t change in her character and she was, of course, absolutely stunning. For her and Ambrose to make up would have been lovely, but I have a feeling from how close they were in the final episode that the writers were planning on it.

@itscoldinwonderland: Lilith, Zelda and Ambrose all deserve so much better.

Okay, starting with Lilith. I agree here. I feel like the whole Hell family (Lucifer, Caliban, Lilith etc) was just used and abused this season. I think she got better as the season went on, but for me, killing the baby was a bit extreme. Her last scene was mental; I don’t think she deserved to go as insane as she did, but well done to her for finally taking down Lucifer. Fuck the patriarchy.

Zelda. Yes. Yes. Yes. She deserved to be happy. Miranda Otto killed it this season with the emotional side of things. The whole thing with Vinegar Tom made me sob harder than anything else this season; it was something I relate to and well done to Miranda for getting that across perfectly.

Ambrose. I would have liked to have seen a more rounded ending for him rather than just standing at Sabrina’s graveside. But discussing seeing more of Ambrose’s character would open up a whole can of worms, for example, WHY did he try to blow up the Vatican?

@supportstudies: it was so weird?? I guess it’s because the writers had to rush the ending but now I have more questions- also sad bc I wanted more caliban

I was under the impression that this was written before the show got cancelled, but if they already knew then this makes more sense. For me, a lot was rushed and there were a lot of questions that were left unanswered.

Caliban? You’ve seen the above rant, you know how I feel about that.

@lizmny3: Mambo Marie really had me there

Same, lovely, same. More for Zelda than any other reason.

Okay, so that’s it for now. Again, if anyone has anything else they would like to share please do. Requests are open again now and you should be getting another Caliban imagine next week (fingers crossed). I’m off to write two bibliographies now. Wish me luck!

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