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so… whats ur favorite stranger things ship?
*looks at blog* I guess you could say I’m partial to Jonathan and Nancy’s relationship…
I just think they’re neat.
#not only my favorite but truly my only real ship#the rest are fine and cute but they don’t compel me#Jancy#thanks for the ask anon!!!
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She needs to slow down.
Synopsis: You push yourself to the limit after being knocked out for weeks after the fight with conquest, Mark himself, is at his limit with your antics when you both get shocked with a surprise.
Warnings: smut, a cute surprise at the end..
A/N: Requests are open, this post is unedited and is going to recieve a part 2. 💕
You’d been knocked out for weeks, your body taking time to heal while you were asleep for so long. Mark sat by your bed everyday, they even brought a Cot into the room for him. His family would come, your friends would come, and sometimes your family would visit but they couldn’t bare to see you this way. Mark spoke to you every single day and every single night hoping that while you were asleep that you could hear his voice telling you to fight, to rest and get better but not to be gone too long. He misses you, your family misses you. He’s been brushing your hair for you, cleaning your face off with the towelettes provided by the staff at the hospital based for supers. You felt his soft lips touch your cheek and sometimes connect with your lips. His hands were caressing your own, then would make their way up to your face.
“Mark you can’t stay here, she’ll be pissed that you chose not to come help people who really need you.” Cecil sighed.
“Yeah.. Mark, Oliver’s even helping and he’s only been up a couple days. We could really use the help.” Eve said.
“I said no. If something happens and I’m not here— I don’t know what I’ll do.” He cinched his brows together, fighting the urge to cry.
“Mark I’d be happy to report her vitals to you. I prepared comms for you to see her vitals and for me to communicate them to you. The world needs Invincible, y/n is down for now but not for good. She’s strong.” Rudy protested.
Mark could have said no, but the world needed him now more than ever. After suiting up, Mark left to go search and rescue citizens with the rest of the heroes. Rudy would tell him what the spikes were in your vitals and what they meant. Suddenly he felt as if he could relax a little, knowing that he could still watch over you and know that you were safe as long as he was there. For a week, Mark continued to help with the search and rescue, he didn’t sleep, he hardly ate or drank, and at the end of the day he would always be right next to you.
One night while Mark’s hand was resting atop your own, your fingers started to move. You were waking up. Your eyes opened, looking over at Mark who was dead asleep on your lap. Your fingers touched his smooth fluffy hair as you explored your surroundings with your eyes. Cecil and Rudy walked in, the news on the TV was replaying video footage of you and Mark’s fight with conquest. You watched as it seemed you had the upper hand, knocking conquest down ten feet into the ground, then he shot back up quicker than you expected, headbutting you and punching you into the ground, throwing your bloodied body into the beach. Your jaw was reconstructed, your head was sore and your leg was broken. Now? You were mostly healed but the shock of watching it all really did you in.
“You fought hard. He was proud. We all were. He hasn’t left your side since we brought you in. He insisted his bed stayed next to yours after every surgery and when he got better he stayed here for weeks. He’s been helping with the search and rescue but he’s tired. This is the first time he’s slept in a week.” Cecil stated.
“Mark needs his rest.” You said looking up at them.
“Can I help with the search and rescue?” You asked.
“You just got up kid.” Cecil sighed.
“I feel fine. I heal fast. Mark needs to rest.” You argued.
Cecil couldn’t win an argument with you. You had always made compelling arguments but Cecil could use the extra hand now more than ever. So you left to help. You helped rescue people all night and when you finally made it back to your room, Mark was worried yet relieved to see you.
“Y/n please don’t leave without seeing me first, you scared me.” He sighed with relief as he squeezed you tightly. He kissed your face as he held both your hands in his own. His hands caressed your waist as you both sat down.
“How do you feel?” He asked.
“I’m a little tired but I’ll keep doing search and rescue tomorrow.” You yawned.
“Get your rest while you can. Tomorrow is an early day.” Cecil said by the doorway.
“Y/n you might want to take it easy.” Mark said.
“I agree with Mark. You need to take it easy.” Robot said.
You sighed rolling your eyes.
You and Mark spent weeks along with the other supers doing search and rescue ops, fighting off villains of the week and helping to rebuild the city. You always felt winded which was unusual for you. But you were always doing way more than you should be and that made Mark a little irritated with you. Cecil opted to put you on special training nights, you would over exert yourself constantly and train the newer supers to push their strength past their limits. One night you went a little too far while reaching the new supers and got injured. The newbies felt bad. Cecil took you to the hospital and let you be. Donald called Mark and Mark was there in an instant. He looked mad.
Not only was Mark mad, he was fuming. He stormed into your hospital room, closing the door behind him. He took a sharp breath in.
“Why do you keep pushing yourself? You just recovered from something life changing.” Mark sighed.
“I need to be stronger—to get better Mark what’s your problem?” You argued
“What’s my problem?! I almost lost you and here you are again making dumb decisions and being careless! Stop doing it. I cant lose you again.” He yelled at you.
You looked at him sympathetically and grabbed his hand. Mark caressed your hand and started pecking your lips with his own, the small kisses eventually turning into wet ones. Mark locked the door, pushing you against it as he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you up against the door. Mark’s lips traveled all over, one hand on your back and the other holding up your hips against his own. You took your shirt off and he moved his arm up to unclasp your bra. He watched as your tits bounced and couldn’t help but catch the closest nipple between his lips and suck. Your moans were a symphony to him. He moved you both to the bed, taking off every article of clothing you had on. He reached to take his suit off but you stopped him.
“Keep it on, let me just slide the bottoms down.” You smirked at him.
He groaned. How could he be so lucky?
You were already so wet, you decided to hover over his tip with your entrance, sliding it and hearing the wet sounds and Mark’s moans as he gasped at the feeling.
“Haven’t done this in quite some time.” He smirked.
He grabbed your ass and let you stay in the spot you were in. You sank down slowly on his length as you felt him take up all the space you had in you. Mark kissed your nose as you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. Then, without warning, Mark slammed into you at a quick and steady pace. He was drilling into you, your sharp gasps and light pornographic moans filled the air. You were enjoying every bit of this. Mark was being rough but gentle at the same time. He grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you close.
“You’ve just been wanting me to punish you like this the whole time hmm? Is this what you want?” He groaned.
“Yes—yes, yes!” You moaned.
“Fuck— I’m close y/n.” He moaned.
You couldn’t let out anymore noise. Marks thrusts slowed down as he was getting closer, you’d already came and he was right there, he just needed something to send him over the edge and you knew just how to do it. You put your mouth over Mark’s own, tongue kissing him, letting him shove his tongue down your throat as one of his hands were now squishing your face and the other was wrapped around your waist.
“Stand up.” He commanded you. So you stood up, jumping up and wrapping your legs back around his waist. You let him press you against the door as he lined himself back up with your entrance, fucking you while he was standing up. He pounded into you while keeping a hand over your mouth as you moaned. His thrusts were getting sloppier.
“Fuck- I’m gonna cum, I’m so deep inside you already I don’t think I can pull out now baby.” He groaned.
He came, he filled you up so intense that you both had to lie down for a moment to recover. Your legs were numb and he was finally speechless as he usually was after sex.
“Slow down. You’re gonna get hurt.” He sighed as he lied down to wrap his arms around you.
“I know.. I’m sorry.” You poked your bottom lip out and he kissed you.
You both got dressed and unlocked the door, Cecil barging in.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything, you both need to come with me.” Cecil said. He looked very angry yet concerned. He walked you both to a room with a monitor, seeing that robot was also watching the screen.
“Cecil what is all this?” Mark asked.
“A child.” Robot said.
“Who’s child?” You asked.
“Yours to be precise. You’re eight weeks pregnant y/n, with a half viltrimite baby. I’d say congratulations are in order but seeing as you both are just as shocked as Robot and myself, we’ll leave you guys to figure it out.” Cecil said as he and robot left the room.
You both stared at the monitor as a small fetus appeared on screen.
“oh—wow..” you said. Your eyes burnt into the picture on the monitor. It was engraved in your brain.
“Y/n”
“ can get rid of it—“
“I want a family with you..”
You both spoke at the same time.
This was awkward.
“You don’t want to keep it?” He asked.
“Yes— I do I just thought ..” you sighed placing a hand on your head.
“You thought I wouldn’t want to have this baby with you y/n? We’ve been together for years, you should have a ring but we’re having a baby. I mean I still have time to get you a ring I just— I want this with you.” He pleaded.
“Mark.. I do too. I want to have this baby with you.” Your eyes were welling with tears.
Mark pulled you in for a hug. It was longer than your usualy hugs and he was much softer with the strength at which he hugged you. Then he dropped to his knees, pulling his mask off to look at you and kiss your stomach.
“He’s pretty little now, give him some time and he’ll take up all that space.” You smiled.
“He? She’s definitely going to be a girl.” Mark jokingly argued with you.
“We have to tell my mom..” he realized.
“Let’s do it in a cute way. First let’s go deal with Cecil.” You said patting his back.
#mark grayson#invincible#mark grayson smut#invincible smut#invincible x reader#mark grayson x reader#invincible drabbles
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Angel Baby - Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader P13
pairing: Best Friend!Rafe Cameron x Kook!Best-Friend!reader
summary: Rafe and Reader have known each other since kindergarten, always side by side, the king and princess of Figure 8. So why now does he start feeling different towards her, when all she's ever been is his best friend?
a/n: Hey my Angel Babies! It's been a while since I've written this series and in all honesty I needed a few days to really decide on the next bits of the plot. Any who, here we are. Poor Y/n is dealing with the aftermath of the case, we get some of the group back together which is so cute, and then we have an unexpected crashout.... AND a little moment between two people whatever could that mean hmmm???
warnings: alcohol, drinking, mentions of s/a, vomiting, mentions of community service, crying, emotional turmoil, violent behaviour, injuries, blood.
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The country club buzzed softly with the muted sounds of conversation and clinking glasses, but for Y/N, the world felt oddly distant. She sat with Topper at a small table on the patio, nursing a drink she didn’t particularly want but felt compelled to hold. The ice had melted, condensation pooling around the base of the glass, but she hadn’t taken more than a few sips. Topper, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully as though she might snap at any moment.
“I just can’t believe he won”
Y/N muttered, her voice low but sharp. She traced the rim of her glass with a trembling finger, her frustration palpable.
“It doesn’t make sense, Topper. I told the truth- I did everything right.”
Topper leaned forward slightly closer to the table. He studied her, his chest tightening at the sight before him. There was something different about Y/N these days, like the light she carried- the spark that used to make her shine in every room- had been dimmed. He’d seen it start to slip away even now, months later, it was like it was draining out of her completely. He knew what had happened was something impossible to just “get over,” but a part of him had hoped time would start to heal her wounds, that she’d slowly begin to rebuild herself. Instead, he’d watched her retreat inward, her laughter growing quieter, her eyes a little emptier. And it killed him to see someone so full of life now struggling under the weight of something so cruel. Still, he forced a calmness into his voice,
“I know you did, Y/N,”
Topper exhaled, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. “You can’t keep going over it like this, it’s not good for you.”
She shot him a glare, “That’s not helpful.”
“I’m not trying to be helpful,” he shot back as he took a swing of his drink, “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking okay?”
She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head as she leant forward speaking to him pointing to herself, “Oh, so now you’re all thinking I should just get over it? Move on like nothing happe-”
“-that’s not what I’m saying-” Topper began firmly shooting her a stern look, but she cut him off, her voice rising as she crossed her arms, head tilting slightly.
“Then what are you saying, Topper? Because it sure sounds like you’re all tired of me talking about it!”
He rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a groan. “No one’s tired of you, Y/N. That’s not what this is about. We’re just—” He hesitated, choosing his words carefully.
“We’re worried about you.”
Y/N shook her head, as she lifted her glass to her lips, swallowing some of the cold liquid in the glass, her grip on the glass tight, sitting in silence for a moment, looking at the mint flattened against the side of her glass.
“Well I’m sorry that I don't know how to sit here and pretend I’m fine.”
“You don’t have to pretend,” Topper said gently. “You’re allowed to be angry, Y/N.”
You have no idea how I feel
“I am angry.” she said, her voice bitter, her fingers running over the arch of her brow as she spoke.
“I’m so fucking angry I don’t know what to do with it...”
As if on cue, the sound of soft laughter drifted over from a nearby table. Y/N glanced to her left and caught sight of where it came from; a trio seated a few metres away, two girls and a guy. They were whispering to each other, their eyes darting towards her every few seconds. One of the girls leaned in to say something, and the guy snickered, not even bothering to hide his glance in her direction. Y/N’s jaw tightened. Topper’s brow furrowed as he noticed the sudden change in her body language. His gaze shifted to where hers had been moments earlier, landing on the trio and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on. She turned back to Topper, but her mind was already elsewhere. The whispers, the glances- they crawled under her skin like insects, itching and burning until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“What?”
She called out suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet hum of the patio where they sat. The trio froze, their laughter dying instantly as the girl’s voice rang out.
“You’ve got something to say? Then say it.”
“Y/N…” Topper spoke out to her, but she ignored him, turning in her seat to face them completely, the group now looking at her in surprise. Her gaze locked on the three of them, and she raised her voice again.
“No? Nothing? Just gonna sit there and whisper like cunts?”
The two girls exchanged a glance, their cheeks flushing red eyes wide. One of them grabbed her bag, and the other quickly followed suit, not looking back. The guy hesitated, taking a sip of his whiskey, looking like he wanted to say something, but a single glare from Y/N sent him scrambling to his feet. Within moments, the three of them had disappeared inside the club, their table left empty. Y/N rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair with a huff.
Get the fuck out of here
Topper sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “You know they’re probably just bored, right? Gossip’s their only hobby.”
“I don’t care,” Y/N sighed out, “I’m not going to sit here and let them stare at me like I’m some kind of freak show.”
“You kind of just gave them one,”
He pointed out, grinning slightly. Her lips twitched, a small smile tugging on her lips as her hand came over the table to playfully shove his shoulder. Topper was mid-rant about the absurd price of Malibu boats when Kelce appeared at their table, holding another drink for Y/N. He set it down in front of her on the table, eyeing the girl with a teasing grin.
“You haven’t even finished that one yet,” he said, nodding toward the mostly untouched glass at her elbow. Y/N barely glanced at it, pushing it to the side with a small smile.
“I’m not that thirsty Kels.”
Kelce raised a brow, leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated groan. “Not thirsty? What happened to you? You used to throw back five of these in, like, an hour.”
Her lips twitched in an almost-smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes as she forced a shrug.
“Okay well maybe I used to be an alcoholic-”
Kelce cut her off with a loud laugh tumbling past his lips, Topper snorted at her statement, shaking his head. “Right.”
“Uhuh, laugh it up,”
She muttered, not meeting their eyes. Her gaze flickered briefly to the untouched drink Kelce had brought, but the sight of it sent an uncomfortable shiver down her spine. She hadn’t been drunk since that night. Not once. Even the thought of losing control, of putting herself in a vulnerable state again, made her skin crawl. She’d never let herself feel that powerless again; but she didn’t say any of this to the guys. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms tightly over her chest like it might hold her swirling thoughts at bay. Kelce rolled his eyes,
“Whatever you say”
Y/N ignored him, pulling out her phone and unlocking the screen. She swiped idly through a few notifications, but her thoughts were elsewhere, caught on the gnawing disappointment she didn’t want to admit to herself. Topper noticed the shift immediately, once again; he seemed to have become awfully observant with the girl. He tilted his head slightly, watching her with a knowing look,
“He’s not coming.”
“Huh?”
“Rafe,” Topper said, placing his bottle down onto the table, “He’s not coming, he messaged me earlier.”
Oh
Her stomach dropped, but she forced her expression to stay neutral, brushing it off with a shrug, “That's fine- I didn’t expect him to come.”
Topper’s gaze softened, his voice dipping lower. “He didn’t want to upset you, Y/N. That’s why he didn't tel-.”
“I said it’s fine seriously”
She said again, this time a little sharper. She flicked her eyes back to her phone, scrolling aimlessly as though she had better things to focus on. But the truth was, she did care. She cared more than she wanted to admit. She hadn’t seen much of Rafe recently, not since everything had gone down in court. He’d been tied up with his community service, his probation, and God knows what else. And she… she hadn’t been able to bring herself to go out as much. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the whispers, the stares, or the fact that there was a possibility she might bump into Cooper, the world outside felt heavier now.
And Rafe not being there- it made it worse.
Kelce and Topper were talking again, their voices buzzing around her like background noise, but Y/N barely registered it. She stared at the drink Kelce had brought her, her reflection rippling faintly on the surface of the amber liquid. It wasn’t just about the alcohol. As Y/N took a sip from her drink, trying to get some semblance of normalcy back, Kelce’s phone buzzed yet again. He glanced at it, his lips curling into a knowing grin. Topper raised an eyebrow, amused.
“Seriously? Another message?”
Kelce rolled his eyes, tapping a quick reply. “Yeah, yeah. What do you want me to do?”
Y/N smirked and bumped her shoulder into the boys sitting next to her playfully. “You want that cookie so bad Kels- you’re whipped.”
“Whipped?!”
Kelce scoffed, looking up from his phone. “I’m not whipped. I’m... dedicated. You guys wouldn’t understand.”
Topper chuckled, crossing his arms. “Dedicated? You're in deep, man.”
“Oh, come on,” Kelce shot back, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation laughing at the two. “What, you two jealous because I’ve got a steady girl?”
Topper leaned in, grinning. “Jealous? Me? Nah. I’m just shocked you’re getting tied down. I’m living my best life.”
“Best life?” Kelce raised an eyebrow, eyes twinkling. “Yeah, right Topper, it’s called avoiding commitment.”
Y/N burst out laughing. “You’re both hopeless if I’m being honest.” As if on cue, both Kelce and Topper turned to her with identical looks of mock offence, and the girl looked momentarily surprised at their unplanned co-ordination.
“Right, because you’re such a relationship guru.”
Kelce quipped, narrowing his eyes playfully. Topper smirked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the arm rests of his chair, “Okay Ms. Expert, you’ve been dodging relationships like it’s a full-time job.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing despite herself, “Please, I’m just selective. There’s a difference.”
“Selective, huh?”
Kelce teased, leaning closer. “Is that what we’re calling it?” He exchanged a look with Topper before adding, “because if we’re being honest, you’re not all that selective when it comes to a certain someone.”
Y/N froze for a fraction of a second, her lip pressing together to avoid a smile from breaking out on her lips. She asked, feigning innocence, but her tone lacked conviction,
“I have no idea what you’re you talking about-”
“-Oh, come on, Y/N. We’re not blind, we see the way he looks at you.” Topper grinned at her as he teased her.
“And the way you look at him-”
Kelce added, smirking as he wiggled his eyes, he cut off his words with a wolf whistle directed at the girl. Y/N groaned, throwing her head back dramatically.
“You’re both ridiculous. There’s nothing going on. Besides, it's- ... complicated…”
“Complicated?” Kelce raised an eyebrow as he mimed air quotes around the word, shooting her an exaggeratedly sceptical look, “Sounds a lot like you’re avoiding the question.”
“Rafe practically worships the ground you walk on, and you’re out here calling it ‘complicated.’ ”
Topper agreed, he couldn't stop himself from pressing the subject further, his grin softening into something more genuine.
“Come on, Y/N. You’ve known each other for years. What are you so afraid of?”
Stop
Y/N froze, his words hitting her like a freight train. For once, she didn’t have a quick comeback or a sarcastic quip. Instead, she sat there, fingers lightly drumming against the table as her mind wandered. In this moment she realised he'd never told them- not Topper, not Kelce. They didn’t know about what happened in the hut. About the way he’d pulled away at the last second, leaving her reeling, confused, and- if she were being honest- extremely hurt. She assumed he would’ve told the boys, they were his best friends after all, yet now she was wondering if maybe he didn't tell them because he felt bad for her… did he not want to embarrass her poor judgement? The memory lingered, an ache she couldn’t quite shake. She realised she’d been silent too long when Topper raised an eyebrow at her.
“Y/N?”
He prompted, his tone softer now, curious. She forced a shrug, reaching for her drink to busy herself.
“I don’t know, Top,” she said finally, her voice quieter than she intended. “It’s just... complicated.”
Kelce groaned dramatically, throwing his hands down onto the table. “There it is again!” Topper’s eyes stayed on Y/N as he spoke. He wasn’t laughing anymore.
���I mean, Y/N, Rafe’s not some random guy. It’s Rafe. He’d never hurt you-”
“Okay, enough,”
Y/N said quickly, waving her hand at them. Her cheeks felt hot, burning, she swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. Topper’s words were meant to reassure her, but they only made her chest tighten.
“This conversation is over.”
Well there goes keeping your cool
The two boys quietened down at the girl’s sudden change in mood, realising thwy may have pushed her too far, but the tension was suddenly cut by Kelce’s phone intensely buzzing against the table again. Kelce laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his seat. “Phoebe’s coming to join us”
Y/N grabbed her drink, muttering under her breath, “You two are not real.”
The two boys just laughed, as Topper spoke up,“if you start bringing her every time we meet, we’re going to have to start charging a fee.”
Y/N smiled, placing her glass down, “If she can keep you in line, that’s a service I’d pay for.”
Kelce shot her a wink. “Well, don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll always be my number one girl- even if Phoebe’s around.”
“Uh-huh,” Y/N teased. “You keep telling yourself that, Kelce.”
The banter continued, easing the tension that had built up over the past few days. It wasn’t a fix-all, but it was a damn good distraction. Kelce cleared his throat, all their glasses now standing empty, his playful grin slipping away as the tone in the air shifted. He leaned forward slightly, his arms resting on the table. Topper and Y/N exchanged a quick glance, both sensing the change in his demeanor.
"Alright, jokes aside," Kelce began, his voice quieter now. "We need to talk."
Topper snorted, raising an eyebrow. "Don’t tell me you’re cheating on her, man."
Kelce shot him a sharp glare. “Shut the fuck up, Topper.”
Y/N raised her brows, her curiosity piqued. “What’s going on?”
For a moment, Kelce hesitated. He sighed, his eyes drifting over the tables around them, before focusing back on Y/N. His usual easygoing nature had completely vanished, replaced by something more solemn, more deliberate.
“I was talking to some guys down at the beach yesterday,” he started slowly, his voice lowering as if he was about to share something important. Y/N leaned in instinctively, feeling the weight of the moment.
“They were saying things… I mean I didn’t believe it at first, but you need to know.”
He continued, looking down at the table for a second before lifting his gaze to meet hers. Y/N frowned, sensing the heaviness in his words. She could tell it was something serious, “Okay, and what does this have to do with me?” she asked, trying to keep her voice neutral, though her insides churned. Kelce bit the inside of his cheek, clearly uncomfortable, but he pushed on.
“They were talking about why Cooper left New York last year…”
Y/N’s brow furrowed, her instincts screaming for him to stop, to not go down this road, to just leave it and go home, not to ruin a good night. But she couldn’t stop now. Not when he’d already begun,
“What do you mean? He said it was family business, didn’t he?”
“Well," Kelce hesitated, his voice lowering further. "Apparently, there were two other girls—different ones, from New York—who accused him of… well, you know.” He paused, searching for the right words.
“Sexual assault.”
What?
The words hit her like a brick to the chest, knocking the air from her lungs. Y/N’s breath caught, her mind struggling to process what she’d just heard.
“...what?”
She questioned, her voice a little shaky as she sucked a breath in, sharper than she intended.Kelce took a deep breath as he continued in a hushed voice.
“People are saying he left because of it, that he tried to cover it up. His family... they got involved, trying to make it all go away. They left for a while, layed low, and let the whole thing blow over.” He looked at Y/N, gauging her reaction carefully,
“...I’m just telling you what I heard.”
Y/N sat back in her chair, her hands gripping the edge of the table as if to steady herself. Her pulse quickened, and she could feel her mind reeling. She didn’t want to hear any of this- especially not now, not after everything Cooper had already done. She felt queasy but she couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or the new found uneasiness. She sat in stunned silence, the words Kelce had just said still reverberating in her mind. How was she supposed to react- what was she supposed to say? The room felt like it was closing in on her, the quiet pressing in on her chest.
“Is it true?”
She finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with disbelief. She met Kelce’s eyes, waiting for an answer she wasn’t sure she could even handle. Kelce didn’t look away. He simply nodded, his expression grim, heavy with the weight of what he was about to confirm.
“Yeah. I think it is- but I'm not sure.”
Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat, her heart racing as she tried to digest the words, but they didn’t sit right with her. It didn’t make sense, yet it did. Everything was starting to fall into place, the way he avoided talking about New York, how he never introduced her to any of his old friends. Her mind was whirling, but there were no words for the storm inside her.
“Look,” Kelce began again, his voice softer now, “I wanted to tell you before you heard it from someone else. You deserve to know.”
. . .
“Yeah, um, thanks,”
Y/N shook her head, trying to dispel the swirling thoughts that were clouding her mind, she muttered, the words coming out stiff. She wasn’t sure if she was thanking him for the information, or for simply being the one to say it instead of randomly overhearing it, which would have made her feel even worse. She pushed back her chair, the scrape of it against the floor startling her in the sudden stillness of the moment.
“I think I’m going to head back-” she said, her voice faltering slightly as she fumbled for an excuse, “-I just remembered I promised my mom I’d help her with the flower arrangements for her charity event this Sunday,” she added, half to herself.
Topper and Kelce exchanged a look, both of them knowing full well she was lying, but neither of them called her out on it. They could see she wasn’t okay- she wasn’t even close to being okay, not for a while- but this wasn’t something they could push her on.
“Come on, I’ll drop you home,”
Topper said gently, standing up and offering her a small, understanding smile. Y/N shook her head, though the invitation was warm.
“You don’t have to-”
“Nah, c’mon. I don’t want to be the third wheel with Kelce and Phoebe anyways.”
He was already moving toward her, a playful grin now taking over his features as he cut her off teasingly. Y/N gave him a half-smile, nodding her head as she stood up.
“Thanks, Top.”
She turned toward Kelce, who was watching her quietly, his expression serious. She walked over and pulled him into a brief hug, trying to convey something unspoken through the gesture. When she pulled away, he looked at her, his expression softening with concern. He spoke, his voice much quieter now.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you-”
“-No, no, you didn’t upset me. I’m glad you told me.”
Y/N shook her head quickly, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Kelce nodded, but he still looked worried. She nodded, back at him as she continued,
“Don’t worry about me, Kels. Enjoy the evening with your girl. Tell her I said hi.”
He gave her a small, understanding smile, then shot a glance at Topper. “Alright. Well, if you need anything.”
Y/N managed a faint smile before turning to Topper, who had his arm outstretched for her, a silent offer of support. She slipped her arm through his, feeling the weight of the evening starting to take its toll. Topper wrapped a friendly arm around her waist, giving her a gentle pat on the back.
“Let’s get you home.”
She gave him a faint nod, her heart heavy with everything she had just learned, everything she had yet to process. The thought of Cooper, of what he’d done not only to her- but to other women? It made the world around her feel dizzy. As they left the country club, Y/N’s mind was miles away, Topper’s soft rambling blurring in her ears.
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Y/N sat on the cold bathroom floor, her back pressed against the wall, her head buried in her hands. She hadn’t even realised how fast the tears had started to fall until they were dripping down her face, mixing with the bitter taste of the vomit she had just expelled. Her stomach twisted in knots, the disgust still gnawing at her insides, even after everything had settled.
Fuck
She knew it was stupid to let a rumour, a whisper in the wind, make her feel so fucking broken. She wasn’t even sure if it was true. Yet somehow, it amplified everything that had been building up in her since the trial. The emptiness. The uncertainty. Cooper’s smirk still etched into her mind after the verdict was announced, and the weight of his actions felt like a suffocating fog that wouldn’t lift, no matter how many breaths she took.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to scrub away the aftertaste of bile and despair. Her phone buzzed on the floor beside her, sending a shiver through her. The sound was piercing in the stillness of the bathroom, and for a moment, she just stared at it, willing it to stop. It buzzed again, the screen lighting up with a name she hadn't expected to see,
Rafey
Her stomach tightened at the thought of him. She hadn’t seen him in days, not properly- only in fleeting moments between his community service shifts, or anger management classes. He’d been keeping his distance, but she couldn’t deny how much she missed him. It was... complicated. Everything was so fucking complicated.
She eyed the phone cautiously, her thumb hovering over the screen as she debated whether or not to open the message. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to hear from him. She did. But with everything that had happened, with the weight of what she was processing, she wasn’t sure she could handle one more thing on her plate right now.
Rafey : You okay?
Rafey : You haven't replied to my texts.
The message was simple enough, but the way he asked, so direct and concerned, sent a ripple of warmth through her chest. But she hesitated. The last thing she wanted was to drag him further into this mess. What would he even say if he knew what was really going on in her head? She almost didn’t respond. But something about his message kept her glued to the screen.The phone buzzed again, snapping her from her thoughts.
Rafey : Just want to know you’re okay?
Y/N stared at her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen, unsure of what to type next. It felt like everything had been so difficult lately, and Rafe's message was the first real connection she'd had in days.
Angel : I’m good.
Angel : Helping mom organise some stuff
She read the message, pressing her lips together as she waited for him to reply. It wasn’t much, but it felt like a small bridge between them.
Rafey : That’s good
Angel : How was your service?
Rafey : Don’t wanna talk about it
Rafey : Tired of that shit.
Y/N sat back against the toilet seat, her heart heavy with guilt. If he’d never gotten involved in what happened between her and Cooper, he wouldn’t be stuck with this sentence. He wouldn’t have to endure the endless hours of community service, the stress, the constant reminders of his worthlessness from his father. The mess she'd dragged him into. She felt a sting in her chest.
Angel : I’m sorry
Rafey : Don’t be
Y/N sat there, her chest tight, as the seconds ticked by. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard again, and without thinking, her fingers moved on their own, typing out the words she’d been holding back for so long.
Angel : I miss you
Angel : I miss you so much
She stared at the message after sending it, her heart pounding in panic after she hit the send button. The little dots showed he was typing something.
Then they stopped.
She frowned, feeling the conversation slip back into that tense silence again, her eyes were stuck to the lit up screen of her phone, begging him to respond but nothing came. She could feel the lump slowly rising in her throat again.
No, no, no, no-
But a beat passed, and then suddenly his reply came.
Rafey : I miss you too angel
Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. She smiled, a small, sad smile, as she read his words. There was something so simple and yet so meaningful in them. Her fingers hovered again, wanting to say something else but unsure.
Then the phone buzzed again.
Rafey : Miss you every day
Y/N stared at the screen, she could feel the weight of the unspoken between them. She wanted to respond, to keep the conversation going, but for now, all she could do was sit there and stare at the screen, her smile turning sad as her mind drew her back to what Kelce had told her.
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The sun was starting to set, casting a soft golden hue over the apartment as Y/N moved around the kitchen. The scent of garlic and herbs filled the air as she arranged plates and silverware on the table, her hands moving with a kind of routine that helped calm her racing thoughts. She wasn’t sure why she’d decided to invite the guys over. Maybe it was the tension of the past week- maybe she just wanted something normal, something that felt like a distraction from the storm in her head.
She placed the last glass on the table and stepped back to survey the scene. The table was set simply- nothing extravagant, just a warm and inviting arrangement. Y/N ran a hand through her hair, sighing lightly as she wiped her hands on her pink apron. She could hear the faint hum of the oven in the background, the dinner nearly ready.
As she adjusted the napkins, her phone buzzed from the counter. She glanced over at it, catching the name flashing across the screen.
Young Rich & Sexy
T-man : You’re not gonna believe it Y/N
Kels : We’re already on our way
T-man : Left 10 minutes ago
Angel : What?
Angel : You guys are early???
Angel : Now that’s a miracle
T-man : We decided to give you a surprise
Rafey : I'm 10 minutes away too
Angel : Rafe don’t text and drive, please
Rafey : I’m a professional
Kels : and me
Angel : …
Kels : fr?
Angel : boy idgaf
Kels : right
T-man : he’s literally swerving as we speak
Kels : anyway
Kels : HELL YEAH GIMME SOME FOOD
Angel : FATTYYYY
T-man : You two need to stop spending all your time on TikTok
T-man : You’re losing brain cells
Y/N couldn’t help but smile. She set the phone down, looking at the table once more. There was something almost surreal about it—this dinner, this small moment of peace amid the chaos. She hadn’t seen Rafe much lately with his community service, and there were still so many unspoken things between them, but having him here tonight felt like a small step forward. She checked the oven one more time and then hurried to tidy up a bit more- just a few stray dishes, a stray fork here and there. She didn’t want to be caught off-guard when the guys arrived.
Y/N heard the doorbell ring and quickly wiped her hands on her apron, making her way to the front door with a small smile. She hadn’t realised how much she needed the company until now. The sound of laughter and chatter from the group of friends outside was already enough to ease some of the tension that had been lingering in her chest for days. When she swung open the door, there was Kelce, grinning like an idiot. He immediately leaned in with a playful wink and said, his voice smooth as ever,
“What’s cooking, good looking?”
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, her head tilting back slightly as she placed her hands on her hips, giving him an unimpressed look. Before she could respond, Topper walked in right behind him, his smirk matching the playful tone in the room.
“He’s been practicing that for the past ten minutes.”
Kelce playfully punched Topper in the arm, “Not cool, man, that was supposed to stay between us!”
Y/N shook her head, still smiling, as she stepped aside to let them in. They all trooped inside, Kelce and Topper bickering lightheartedly, but Y/N’s attention flickered past them to Rafe, who had been trailing behind the others. He was standing in the doorway now, his eyes meeting hers in that brief, still moment.
. . .
. . .
The space between them felt charged, like everything was suddenly up in the air, neither of them sure how to step back into this dynamic they’d shared before everything had gone wrong. But Rafe was the first to break the silence, his voice quiet but warm.
“Hey.”
“Hey” Y/N replied, her voice soft, a little unsure. She stepped aside to let him in, the faintest flutter in her chest at the sight of him.
“You okay?” she asked, her voice quieter than she intended.
Rafe’s gaze softened, and he nodded, his thumb brushing against the back of her hand as they stood close together. “Yeah. Just... been a long week. Glad to be here.”
Y/N felt her chest tighten at the sight of him. She didn’t know why but without thinking, she stepped forward, and before either of them could second-guess it, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug.
Oh-
Rafe hesitated for a second before his arms enveloped her, pulling her in close.
For a long, quiet moment, neither of them said anything. It was just the two of them, standing there in the doorway, holding each other. She could feel his breath on her hair, his arms a little tighter around her than usual. Neither of them was in a rush to let go, neither wanted to break this simple connection they’d been craving for so long.
“Cmon Y/n, a man's gotta eat!”
Seriously?
Kelces voice rang out with an exasperated sigh. Reluctantly, Y/N pulled away slightly, looking up at Rafe with a smile as they walked through the house to the guys in the kitchen . Y/N rolled her eyes, smirking at Kelce.
“I’m not making anyone wait. Go sit down your ungrateful ass down and I’ll bring everything out in a sec.”
Kelce immediately walked off from the kitchen into the connected dining room causing the girl to let out an amused scoff as he dropped into one of the chairs, his movements as if he’d just arrived at the world’s greatest feast. Topper spoke,
“Alright well, I’m ready to eat my weight in whatever you’ve got cooking.”
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his words, the boy carrying off some plates with him as he left. She headed to the stove to check on the food one last time, feeling a little lighter with each passing moment. As she adjusted the heat, she heard Rafe’s footsteps behind her. He didn’t say anything at first, just leaned against the counter, watching her.
“You did all this yourself?”
He asked, his voice almost low, as if the question was both casual and somehow loaded at the same time. Y/N shrugged, trying to play it off cool.
“It’s no big deal. I like cooking.”
Rafe smiled, his eyes scanning the spread she’d prepared. There was something about the way he looked at her—an appreciation, a recognition that she was doing this for them, for him. She wasn’t sure if it was the tiredness from the day or the sheer comfort of their usual rapport, but her heart seemed to settle a little.
“Well, it smells amazing…”
He said, his voice steady. Y/N caught the way his gaze lingered on the dishes, eyes narrowing slightly. It wasn’t just the usual appreciation. No, this was different. Rafe’s eyes flicked from one pan to the other and then back to the food with a subtle sense of recognition, like he was trying to place the scent.
“Wait-”
Is that. . . ?
He trailed off, unsure whether to finish the question. Y/N gave a small nod of her head, trying to remain casual, though she could see the look of disbelief creeping into his expression.
“Um, yeah... I thought you could use some right now.”
She shrugged. Rafe stared at her for a moment, lips slightly parted, as though he couldn’t quite understand how she’d known. The dish- a comforting, aromatic smell with a richness that he hadn’t realised he missed- was something his mom used to make all the time. Something familiar and warm, a little taste of home he hadn’t realised he'd been longing for. It had always been the kind of meal she’d cook when he needed grounding, when everything else in his life felt too unpredictable.
“How- how did you remember that?”
I remember everything you've ever told me about you
He asked, his voice almost incredulous, his gaze locking onto hers as though she’d just hung the stars in the sky.
Y/N smiled softly, a touch of warmth spreading through her chest. “When you’d talk about your mum sometimes, you mentioned it. I don't know... it felt like the right thing to do.”
Rafe blinked, clearly moved by the simplicity of her gesture. It wasn’t just the food- it was the thought behind it. The fact that she’d listened, that she’d paid attention, and remembered the small things about him, things he hadn’t even realised he still held dear. They brushed against each other lightly, his hand grazing hers where it rested on the counter, the contact innocent enough, but it lingered in a way that made her pulse quicken. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Their shoulders brushed again, a small touch that felt intimate Before she could think too much about it, Y/N gestured towards the table.
“Let’s get them fed before Kelce blows up.”
Rafe chuckled, his gaze softening as he gave her a nod, “Lead the way.”
As the others settled into the dining room, the atmosphere lightened, the earlier tension of the week drifting away. Yet, for Y/N and Rafe, there was something more, something unspoken. It was the way they looked at each other when no one else was paying attention, the way their hands nearly brushed again, but neither of them reached out.
The plates were empty now, save for a few crumbs and remnants of sauce, the table was littered with empty glasses that had once held wine and water. The soft clink of ice in glasses and the occasional burst of laughter filled the room, creating an atmosphere that felt warm and easy, like the kind of evening that could stretch on forever. Y/N leaned back in her chair, a satisfied hum slipping from her lips as she glanced around the table. The food had been a success, and the company even more so. Rafe sat across from her, his usual intense, guarded expression softened by the easy chatter that had flowed between them throughout the night. He was laughing now, his head tipped back, eyes crinkling at the corners in genuine amusement. Topper, ever the troublemaker, had just finished cracking a joke, and they all burst into laughter. Once the laughter died down, Rafe, grinning, sat back with his drink, his eyes on Y/N, a playful glint in his eyes.
"You know, I still remember when you tried to make that lasagna when we were kids," Rafe said, a smirk forming on his lips. Y/N furrowed her brows, not sure where he was going with this. She blinked at him,
“What are you talking about?"
"Come on, you were like... what, 11? And you insisted you could cook for everyone," Rafe teased, leaning forward slightly. "You were so proud of it. You said you were going to make a ‘real’ lasagna like the ones your mom made."
Y/N’s eyes widened in realisation. "Oh my god, don’t remind me. That thing was so bad" she laughed, rubbing her forehead at the memory. "It was burnt on the edges and gooey in the middle, and I made everyone eat it anyway."
"I can’t believe made us eat it"
Topper chimed in, grinning wickedly. "And I’m pretty sure you cried when I said it was... well... an acquired taste." He burst into laughter, and Y/N shot him a playful glare. Kelce spoke up placing his glass back down onto the table,
“Man you said it was shit” The guys laughed at Y/n as she shook her head at them, a wide smile on her lips. She protested, her voice light-hearted,
"I was trying to impress you guys!"
Well you impressed me
Rafe spoke up, tone softening. "And I’ve never seen you so determined about anything in my life. Even if it did end up looking like-."
"-Hey! I was 11," she said, throwing her hands up in mock defence as she rolled her eyes. "Give me a break."
"Honestly, I don’t know how you thought that burnt mess was a ‘proper’ lasagna," Topper said, still chuckling. "But you were all in so, points for effort."
Rafe grinned, then added, "But the funniest part was that we all ate it because you asked so nicely. Even when we were pretty sure we’d end up with food poisoning."
Y/N laughed, her cheeks slightly flushed from the embarrassment of the memory, but there was something comforting about the way they reminisced, as though they were all back in that childhood space, where nothing mattered more than getting through the day with each other.
"You guys are lucky I never tried cooking again after that," she said with a smirk, crossing her arms. "It was years before I attempted to make anything again."
"Well, thank God," Kelce teased, "or we’d be stuck with another shitty lasagna."
Y/N rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face didn’t fade. "Yeah, yeah," she said, her voice warm, almost fond. She looked at the empty plates on the table and started thinking about how she should start clearing the table when Rafe suddenly stood up, grabbing his empty plate.
"No, no, leave it,"
Y/N called out, quickly protesting against his actions. "I’ll do them later. Seriously, you’re my guest, Rafe. Let me do it."
But Rafe wasn’t having it. He grabbed another plate, shaking his head as he stacked them up, lifting them in his hands. "I’m not letting you do it by yourself" he said, voice firm.
"Rafael Alexander Cameron, sit down right now."
That was hot...
Shut up
Y/N’s words were sharp, and she stood up from where she sat opposite him, hands on her hips as she stared at him with a small frown on her brow. For a second, Rafe just stared at her, clearly amused. But before he could argue back, Topper and Kelce burst out laughing from the living room.
"Oooohhh, full government name, man!"
Topper cackled, leaning back in her chair. Rafe shot him a glare, his mouth twitching into a grin despite himself. "Seriously?" he muttered, but he was clearly trying not to laugh too. Kelce, still snickering, raised his glass and chimed in,
"She’s not messing around Rafe."
Y/N shot a playful smile over to Kelce, before turning back to Rafe, arms folded. "Sit. Down. You’re my guest, and I’m doing the dishes. End of story."
Rafe rolled his eyes, but there was no arguing with her. He slowly sank back down into his seat with a small sigh, his eyes never leaving hers. "Fine," he muttered.
"But next time, I’m taking the plates."
Y/N grinned, victorious. "Next time, I’ll make sure we have pizza, just so you can put the boxes in the trash."
Topper and Kelce both groaned. "That’s cheating!" Kelce said with a laugh, dramatically throwing his hands up.
"I don’t care," Y/N shrugged, grinning at them. Rafe leaned back in his chair, watching her as she turned back to the sink. "You’re lucky I like you," he said quietly, though there was a teasing edge to his voice. Y/N glanced over her shoulder at him, shaking her head.
"Don’t make me regret letting you eat my food."
"Too late for that," Rafe teased, catching her eye with a smile that made her heart skip.
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Time had slipped by in comfortable conversation, the laughter still lingering in the air as Topper and Kelce made their way to the front door, grabbing their jackets. Y/N lingered in the hallway, watching them, feeling contentment. The night had been easy, almost like old times, but now that it was winding down, there was a small sense of unease creeping in.
Did I shut the window in my room. . . ?
"Thanks again for dinner, Y/N," Kelce said with a grin, his hand already on the door handle.
"You’ve been promoted to best cook I know- well, next to my mom, of course."
Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing. "Uh-huh, sure. It was pretty simple, but I’ll take the compliment."
"Don’t be modest," Topper added, giving her a playful wink. "That was a five-star meal, seriously if you ever invest in a restaurant, let me know. I’ll be your first customer."
Y/N laughed again, but she felt something tugging in her chest. The house was starting to feel a bit quieter, emptier now that her parents had gone on a business trip and the boys were getting ready to leave. She shifted on her feet, eyes flicking to Rafe, who was standing by the couch, casually leaning against the wall, arms folded. As Kelce and Topper said their goodbyes, Y/N hesitated for a moment, then turned to Rafe. She could feel her pulse quicken, though she wasn’t sure why.
Ask him-
"Hey, uh…" she started, trying to sound casual. "D’you wanna stay a little longer? It’s just I- don’t really like being home alone…"
Rafe’s expression softened immediately, his eyes flicking from her face to the door, then back to her. "Yeah, if you want me to, Angel." He sent her a small smile, Y/N’s chest warmed at the words. She offered him a small, grateful smile.
"Yes please."
Kelce and Topper exchanged a quick look as they made their way to the door, and then they both turned back to her with their signature playful energy.
"Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, yeah?" Topper grinned, giving Rafe a wink before he turned over to Y/n.
Dick
"Catch you later, Y/N."
Kelce followed suit, pulling her into a quick, friendly hug patting Rafe on the back with a suggestive look, flashing him a teasing grin as he pulled away. As the door closed behind them, the silence settled in. The atmosphere shifted a little, the weight of the quiet filling the space, but it felt different with Rafe still there. She turned to him, her voice softer now.
"Thanks for staying Rafey."
Rafe just gave her a warm, easy smile, the house felt quieter now, but not in a bad way. She glanced over at Rafe, who was already heading towards the kitchen, his casual stance making him look right at home.
"Come on," she said, "Let’s get these dishes out of the way before I lose my motivation."
Rafe smirked, following her into the kitchen, his hands already moving to gather up the empty plates. "You’re just trying to avoid doing the hard part by getting me to do it,. Is that why you asked me to stay hmm?"
Y/N chuckled as she began rinsing the plates, the sound of water running filling the space. "Maybe. I’ve never been great with dishes. But you know what? I think I deserve a break after cooking for you guys."
"Fair point."
He set to work drying the plates with a towel, his movements efficient but relaxed. It was strange- this kind of peaceful, mundane domesticity- something she hadn’t realised she missed. They were just two people, doing something as simple as washing dishes, but in a way it felt comforting, grounding.
"So, how’s your week been?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him as she wiped down a plate. "Any trouble with the um... community service?"
Rafe sighed, lifting a plate to dry it with exaggerated care. "It’s shit," he muttered, half-smiling. "I’d rather be anywhere else."
"... it’s better than sitting in jail?"
That was the worse thing you could've said
She smiled softly at that, her gaze lingering on him. There was something about his frustration, the way it came out in small bursts like this, that made her realise how much he had to give up—how much he was changing, just to make things right. Rafe looked up from his work, his eyes meeting hers for a moment, softening.
"Yeah. I guess. I mean, you know, it helps that I have a good... um, a good reason to push through."
Why did you say that!?
Y/N’s stomach fluttered slightly at his words, her scrubbing at the dishes slowing down. She wasn’t sure if it was the exhaustion from the night but there was something about the way he looked at her, like maybe they were on the same page for the first time in a while.
The quiet continued, comfortable, with the soft sounds of clinking dishes and the low hum of the kitchen light. She was focusing on the task at hand, but she couldn’t help stealing glances at Rafe. He was standing so close, just in his own element, drying plates and listening to her talk.
"Thanks for sticking around," she said suddenly, her voice quieter now. "I know this is probably the last thing you wanted to do… stay at my place and help me with dishes."
Rafe met her gaze, his smile softening, and he shook his head. "No- it’s... nice. I like being here, with you. You make it... feel normal again, you know?"
I wish it was normal again
I wish it was normal again
Y/N paused, his words settling between them. She wasn’t sure why, but the simplicity of them hit her harder than she expected and she turned her back to him for a moment, pretending to scrub a dish a little harder than necessary.
"Yeah," she murmured, "I get that."
The rhythm of washing and drying dishes continued, the sounds of water running and plates clinking blending into the background. But Y/N couldn’t shake the thought that had been swirling in her mind for hours now. She couldn’t keep pretending like everything was fine, like Rafe was just... okay with all of this.
With her.
She placed the plate in her hands down a little harder than necessary, her breath catching for a second before she spoke up, her voice small.
“Rafe, I... I’m sorry I pulled you into all of this.”
She glanced over at him, her chest tight as she tried to gather the right words.
“I mean, this whole thing with Cooper and then taking him to court. And now you’re stuck doing this shitty community service because of me. I—" She shook her head, feeling that familiar weight of guilt press on her shoulders. "If I could go back, I wouldn’t have done it. I wouldn’t have made you a part of any of this.”
There was a beat of silence, and her heart hammered in her chest. It felt like she had to say it, though. To get it out there, to finally apologise for everything she felt responsible for. But before she could continue, Rafe cut her off, his voice firm, but full of that comfort he always seemed to give her without even trying.
“Hey, c'mon- don’t do this”
He said, looking at her with a soft but serious expression. He set the plate he was drying back down and stepped a little closer to her, reaching out gently to touch her arm.
“It’s not your fault Y/n. None of this is on you.”
Y/N’s chest tightened, her voice catching as she looked up at him, feeling the weight of the emotions she couldn’t quite keep in check.
“But-”
“-No”
Rafe interrupted, his eyes steady as he held her gaze. “Listen to me. This? It’s not on you. I’m doing this because I have to, yeah, it's a little shitty but I’m not doing it because of you, or because of some mess you dragged me into. I’m doing it because I want to make things right.”
She could feel her throat tighten, the words she had wanted to say now trapped. “I just feel like-"
“Y/N,” Rafe said her name softly, stepping even closer now, his voice lower and more intense.
“Stop blaming yourself. I don’t want you to carry this weight. It’s not yours to carry.”
I know
She felt a lump form in her throat, the reassurance she’d been needing finally coming from him. She wanted to protest, but she knew, deep down, that he was right. “I’m sorry,” she whispered after a pause, trying to blink away the tears that had gathered at the edges of her eyes.
“I just... I don’t want you to hate me for this.”
Hate you- ?
Rafe shook his head, his hand coming up to her face, thumb brushing lightly over the tear that had dropped down her cheek.
"I could never hate you."
His voice was low, steady, and certain, and for the first time in what felt like ages, Y/N allowed herself to let go of that constant worry gnawing at her.
“You don’t have to apologise for anything, okay? I’m here for you. And I always will be.”
The sincerity in his voice hit her harder than she expected, and for a moment, she just stood there, letting his words sink in. The quiet between them was heavy with emotion, and all Y/N could do was nod, fighting the urge to bury her face in his chest, but holding herself back for fear of overwhelming him. Rafe took a slow step back, giving her a little space, but his eyes never left hers.
“I’m serious, you don’t owe me an apology. We’re in this together, yeah?”
Y/N managed a small smile, her chest loosening just a fraction. “Yeah... together.”
“Good,” Rafe said, offering her that same soft smile. “Now cut out the distractions and finish those dishes”
She rolled her eyes, smile tugging at her lips. The last of the dishes were finally put away, and Y/N let out a small sigh of relief, wiping her hands on the dish towel. She turned to the table, where the remnants of their meal still sat- half-empty glasses, scattered napkins, a few crumbs left behind from the bread.
"Okay," she said, glancing at Rafe. "I'm going to move onto the table now."
Rafe, who had already started wiping his hands on a towel, nodded, shooting her a small, knowing smile. "Alright. I’ll be back in a minute. I need to use the bathroom."
Y/N gave him a quick nod, watching him as he turned to head out of the kitchen. She heard his footsteps retreating down the hall, the sound of the bathroom door closing gently behind him. For a moment, she stood there, looking at the table, unsure of where to start. It was always the little tasks that seemed the most mundane but were oddly soothing to her.
She grabbed the dishes one by one, stacking them up on the table, looking around at the surface deciding what to do next. The quiet of the house wrapped around her, but it didn’t feel heavy this time. Rafe’s presence lingered like a quiet warmth, and she found herself smiling softly, letting her thoughts drift. Y/N’s fingers paused in their movements as her phone buzzed from the edge of the table. She glanced over at it, instinctively reaching for it, her eyes immediately narrowing at the name flashing across the screen.
Hale.
Huh?
The lawyer who had represented her in the case against Cooper. She picked up the phone, her heart already starting to race as she unlocked it and opened the message. Her thumb hovered over the screen, reading the text in the dim light.
Y/N,
I hope this message finds you well, though I wish I were writing under better circumstances. After careful consideration and discussions with your parents, they’ve expressed that it’s best I’m the one to share this news with you directly.
Following a thorough review of the case and new information that has recently come to light, it’s become clear there were significant irregularities during the trial. Most notably, we’ve discovered that a considerable number of the jurors were brought in from New York- where the Miller family has influence. This raises serious concerns about the impartiality of the verdict, as it suggests the process may have been compromised.
Additionally, two individuals from New York have come forward with allegations against Cooper, detailing experiences eerily similar to what you endured. Their testimony, along with authenticating evidence, suggests a pattern of behaviour that casts further doubt on the fairness of the original trial.
With this in mind, we are formally requesting the reopening of your case. While this decision is not one I take lightly, I strongly believe that these new developments deserve the full weight of legal examination.
I understand how overwhelming and painful this must be to hear, and I want to assure you that I will do everything I can to assure we get a verdict that is right. I will be in touch with updates as soon as I have them. In the meantime, please don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything, whether it’s clarity on the process or just someone to talk to.
You’ve already shown so much strength, Y/N, and I deeply regret that you’re being asked to find it once more.
Warm regards,
Charlotte Hale
Her heart pounded in her chest, a bitter mix of confusion and a deep-seated frustration swirling together. Y/N’s fingers trembled as she placed the phone back on the table, her gaze lingering on the screen as if she couldn’t fully process what she had just read. The words felt like a slap, a reminder of everything that had been taken from her. The case that she had fought so hard for, the justice she had convinced herself was possible, was now wrapped up in layers of corruption and bias she couldn’t ignore.
The case reopened?
Her heart hammered in her chest as the anger began to rise. It wasn’t just disbelief now. It was fury- sharp and biting, gnawing at her insides. She had poured everything into this, had trusted the system, trusted the people she thought wanted to do right. And now this.
The verdict wasn’t fair?
She had been so close. So close to getting the closure she needed. And now… now, she didn’t even know if she could trust anything anymore.
This isn’t fair
Her mind kept replaying the way Cooper had walked out of that courtroom, free, smug, like it had all been a game to him. And now, this. The truth. It felt like a cruel joke- one that she had been too naïve to see through. The weight of the phone on the table seemed to mock her now, a symbol of how little control she had in this whole mess. Y/N’s chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, her mind a storm of thoughts she couldn’t process fast enough. Anger burned through her veins, a fire that had been simmering for so long, and now it was finally exploding. She could feel it- hot, blistering rage, every part of her body trembling with it.
She stared at the phone, her vision blurring, anger twisting in her chest like a fist. It was all a setup. All of it. She had been the fool, who thought she would win the case because he was being truthful. Without thinking, her hand shot out, grabbing the glass in front of her. The crystal was cold and smooth in her grip. She squeezed it so hard her fingers burned, knuckles white.
In one furious motion, she hurled it across the room.
The glass shattered against the wall with a sickening crack, fragments scattering like sharp confetti. The sound of it felt almost like a release.
But it wasn’t enough.
Her breath hitched as she turned, her gaze wild, she grabbed the next thing within reach- a plate, its ceramic cold and fragile under her fingertips. With a force she didn’t know she had, she threw it, sending it hurtling toward the floor where it shattered in a loud, jarring explosion. The sound echoed through the room like the breaking of everything she had worked for, everything she had trusted.
The anger surged again, unstoppable. Her hand shot out once more, knocking over her wine glass, sending the red liquid splashing across the table, staining the cloth beneath. She didn’t care. She was shaking, tears hot and angry as they rolled down her face, mixing with the fury that refused to dissipate. She knocked over another plate, hearing it shatter on impact. She felt no relief. She was beyond that now.
More glass.
More plates.
Her hands were raw from the force with which she threw each object, but it didn’t matter. She could hear the cracks and shattering as the world she thought she knew disintegrated in front of her, and the only thing she could do was rage against it.
“WHAT THE FUCK-”
She screamed out as she sent another glass flying, this one hitting the wall with such force it burst into tiny, jagged pieces, some of the hitting against her clothing.
She could hardly breathe anymore. Her heart pounded, a wild drumbeat in her chest, she wiped at the tears blurring her vision, angry that she was even crying. But the weight of it, the crushing feeling of being tricked, being lied to, was too much.
The table and the floor surrounding it was now a mess of broken glass and scattered debris. Her hands trembled, her pulse racing, but she was still moving- throwing, smashing, letting it all spill out in the only way she knew how.
Her breathing was frantic, her chest tightening as her body shook with the force of the emotions that had been building up. This wasn’t just about Cooper. This wasn’t just about the case. It was about feeling small, helpless, like nothing she did could ever change the outcome. She was drowning in it.
The sound of crashing glass echoed through the house, a juxtaposition to the tranquility that lingered moments before. Rafe’s head snapped up from the bathroom doorway as the sharp noises rang in his ears. His heartbeat quickened, and before he could even process it, his feet were carrying him down the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last.
The sight that greeted him when he reached the dining room made him stop dead in his tracks.
Shit
Y/N stood in the middle near the table, surrounded by the wreckage of shattered glass, ceramic and scattered debris. Her breathing was ragged, each intake of air coming in harsh, shallow bursts. She was shaking, her hands trembling at her sides, the furious anger that had consumed her only moments before now replaced with a hollow, devastated kind of exhaustion.
For a long moment, Rafe stood frozen in the doorway, his heart racing. He had never seen her like this- there was nothing left of the composed girl he’d seen all night. He stepped forward cautiously, his footsteps tentative as he moved through the mess of broken glass and spilled wine.
“Y/N…”
Talk to me please
He called softly, but she didn’t react, her gaze fixed on the floor as she stood amidst the destruction, the room echoing with the remnants of her rage. She didn’t even seem to register him at first, her body trembling uncontrollably, her face a mask of anger and pain. Rafe’s stomach clenched at the sight, his instincts kicking in. He didn’t even think about it as he moved forward to her. Slowly, her gaze lifted to meet his, her tear-filled eyes searching his face as if she were seeing him for the first time.
“Everything was a set up”
She choked out, the words broken and uneven as she sobbed. Rafe’s breath caught,
“What do you mean… what’s going on?”
She didn’t answer him. Instead, she took a shaky step forward, stumbling slightly before she collapsed into him. His arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her to his chest, and she melted against him, the sobs wracking her frame.
“Y/N, talk to me”
Rafe urged, his voice tight with confusion and concern. He could feel the shaking in her body, the way her entire being seemed to tremble with everything she was holding in.
“What do you mean it was a set up angel?”
“The case… The jury… It was all rigged, Rafe… They knew Cooper’s family… It wasn’t fair…”
She tried to speak but could barely get the words out. Her voice cracked, and her tears soaked into the fabric of his clothing, her body trembling violently as if the weight of it all was too much to hold. As Y/N continued to cling to him, Rafe’s gaze dropped to her hands. The sight made his stomach turn- her palms were covered in small, jagged cuts, blood trickling from the shards of glass that had embedded themselves in her skin.
“Shit”
He muttered, his voice low with urgency but he didn’t react to his words. Rafe didn’t hesitate. Slowly, carefully, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her body against his chest, her shaky form against him. She didn’t fight it; she just let him move her, her head resting against his shoulder, her sniffles filling the otherwise quiet air.
“C’mon”
He mumbled, gently guiding them to the kitchen. He sat her down on the counter, his hands on her waist as he steadied her. She looked at him, eyes still red and puffy, but she didn’t say anything. There were no words left in her, just the quiet sound of her sobs and the air between them. Rafe turned on the tap, running water over his hands, the cool stream contrasting sharply with the heat in the room. He grabbed a rag, wringing it out before gently dabbing it against her hands. The wet cloth was soothing against the cuts, and he could tell by the way she flinched slightly that it hurt, but she didn’t protest.
The silence between them was heavy, only broken by the soft sound of her sniffling as he carefully wiped the blood from her skin. He worked in silence, his focus entirely on her, on making sure she was okay, even though he didn’t have the answers to the mess she was feeling.
He stood between her open legs, his body close enough that he could hear every hitch in her breath, every tremble that ran through her limbs. His hands were gentle but firm as he continued to clean the cuts on her palms, brushing away the remaining chips of glass with careful fingers.
“I’m sorry”
Why are you sorry?
She whispered suddenly, breaking the silence. Her voice was raw, cracked, and her eyes were glazed over, lost in something he couldn’t reach, and they were locked on his hands, orking against her sore palms. Rafe shook his head, not looking up at her.
“It’s okay.”
No its not there's something wrong with me
She didn’t respond, just continued to sniffle quietly, the tears still slipping down her cheeks. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the unease swirling in his chest. He focused on her hands, on the delicate, small movements of his fingers as he finished cleaning them, his thumb gently brushing against the skin of her wrist. Y/N’s eyes met his gaze filled with so many emotions- grief, anger, exhaustion.
When he finished, he put the rag down, his hands resting lightly on her knees, his fingers gently brushing over her skin. For a moment, they just stayed like that- silent, still- before he lifted his eyes to hers, his expression soft.
“Better?”
She nodded slowly, her gaze shifting away from him, though her hands were still in her lap, the cuts visible, but the bleeding stopped for now.
“Thank you.”
She said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Rafe gave her a small nod, he wanted to say more, wanted to tell her everything would be okay, but he knew those words wouldn’t be enough, it wasn’t a promise he could make. Instead, he let the silence hang between them, letting her breathe, letting her process everything that had happened.
Yet deep down, he promised himself that no matter what, he’d be there for her- just like before.
Rafe set the damp cloth down on the counter, his fingers brushing against her knee as he took a step back. He looked at her, still perched on the counter, her hands now bandaged but trembling slightly in her lap. Her eyes were downcast, the weight of the evening still pulling her shoulders down like she was carrying it all alone.
“Let’s get you upstairs- you need to rest…”
He said gently, his voice soft but firm. Y/N shook her head weakly, her gaze flickering toward the mess in the dining room.
“I need to… to clean up. I can’t—”
I can't believe I did that. . .
“-hey,” Rafe cut her off, stepping closer again, his voice low but steady.
“No, you don’t. I’ll take care of it, but you need to stop Y/N. Let me take care of you.”
Her lips parted, like she wanted to argue, but nothing came out. She was too tired, too drained to fight him, even if the guilt of leaving the mess weighed on her. She barely had time to process before his hands were under her thighs, effortlessly lifting her off the counter. A small, surprised breath escaped her, but she didn’t resist, her body instinctively curling into his, her legs subconsciously wrapping around his hips. Her head rested against his shoulder, tucked into the crook of his neck, and she felt the soft scratch of his shirt against her cheek. One arm wrapped loosely around his shoulders while the other rested against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric for support.
“I’ve got you”
Rafe murmured, his voice steady and reassuring as he adjusted his grip on her. The warmth of his voice and the solidness of his hold made something in her chest ease, just a fraction. She pushed her face slightly further against his neck, her breath warm and shallow against his skin. Rafe carried her up the stairs like she weighed nothing, each step slow and measured, his arms secure around her. The house was quiet, save for the soft creak of the stairs beneath his feet and the faint rustle of her hair against his shoulder.
When they reached her bedroom, Rafe pushed the door open with his foot and stepped inside, careful not to jostle her. He gently set her down onto the bed, her head sinking into the plush pillow as she let out a small hum. He moved carefully, as though afraid he might shatter the fragile calm that had settled over the room. Leaning down, he grabbed the edge of the duvet and pulled it over her, tucking it around her slightly with care.
For a moment, he didn’t move, his eyes flickering over her face. She looked worn out, her cheeks flushed from the tears she’d shed, but there was something softer about her now. Her gaze lifted to meet his, and he felt himself freeze under the weight of it.
“You okay?”
No
He asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. She hummed softly in response, her eyelids heavy but still watching him. Rafe swallowed hard, forcing himself to straighten. His hand, which had been resting on her arm over the covers, lingered for a second too long before he pulled it back.
“Alright, I’ll, uh…” He stepped back, clearing his throat as he tried to give her space. “I’ll let you rest. Just—” Before he could move further, her fingers reached out, gently wrapping around his hand. Her voice was soft, hesitant, but it stopped him in his tracks.
“Can you stay…?”
Please don't say no
Rafe blinked, caught off guard by her request. His lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he nodded slowly, his voice tentative,
“Yeah… yeah, I can sit here.”
He gestured toward the floor next to the bed, already moving to lower himself, but her voice stopped him again.
“No, can you…” She trailed off, her gaze darting away briefly before returning to his.
“Can you sit on the bed?”
On the bed?
Rafe stilled, unsure for a moment. He hesitated, his mind racing- he didn’t want to overstep, didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. But the look in her eyes was enough to convince him.
“Okay”
He responded softly, nodding again. He moved around to the other side of the bed and sat down cautiously on the edge, leaving space between them. His weight shifted the mattress slightly as, but he kept his distance, his back pressed against the headboard, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
She nestled deeper into the pillow, her breathing evening out just a little as the tension began to drain from her frame. Y/n was on her side, her back to him, her figure curled slightly beneath the duvet. Her breathing was slow and even now, and for a moment, he thought she might’ve fallen asleep. He let himself relax just a little, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. But then her soft voice broke the silence.
“Rafe?”
His head tilted forward immediately, his focus snapping back to her.
“Yeah?”
His voice was quiet, laced with concern. There was a pause, and he watched the subtle rise and fall of her back as she inhaled shakily.
“Can you come a little closer?”
She asked, her voice quiet. Rafe froze. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he’d heard her right. He blinked, his heart picking up speed in his chest.
Move closer?
“Are you sure?”
He asked softly, cautious. He didn’t want to move if she wasn’t completely comfortable. She nodded, her head shifting slightly against the pillow.
“Please…”
She whispered, her voice cracking just a little. That single word unraveled him. Swallowing hard, he shifted carefully, inching closer to her, he slid fully onto the bed now, sitting up with his back against the headboard, a few inches away from her.
She didn’t move right away, her back still turned to him. But he could see her shoulders rising and falling, her breaths uneven, like she was fighting to hold herself together. He hesitated, staying on top of the covers. His eyes lingered on her back, on the way her figure seemed so small, so fragile in the dim light of the room.
He cared for her so deeply it almost hurt.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence stretched, save for her soft breaths and the occasional rustle of fabric as she shuffled slightly. He didn’t move any closer, didn’t touch her, but his presence was steady, grounding. And even with her back to him, he didn’t look away, his heart aching for her in ways he couldn’t quite put into words. Y/N lay still, her back to Rafe, but her mind raced. She wanted to say something- needed to- but the words felt caught in her throat, tangled with her fears and doubts. She shifted slightly, her fingers clutching the edge of the duvet, and took a shallow breath.
“Rafe”
She mumbled again. He frowned slightly, leaning his head toward her.
“What is it, Angel?”
His voice was soft, concerned at the sudden sound of her voice again. She hesitated, her chest tightening as her thoughts swirled.
What if it is too much?
What if I scare him away?
But the ache for comfort, for safety, outweighed her fears. She tried again, her voice trembling. “Can you—” She stopped, clamping her lips shut.
“Can I what?”
Rafe prompted gently, his brow furrowing as he tried to meet her eyes, even though her back was still turned. Her heart pounded in her chest as she squeezed her eyes shut, taking a shaky breath, she forced the words out, barely audible.
“Could you… can you hold me - please?”
Oh
Rafe stiffened, his chest tightening as her words hung in the air. He looked down at her, the tension in her voice cutting straight through him. “Y/N…” he started, his voice trailing off as his mind churned.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…I don’t want to-”
“I trust you.”
She responded to his cautious response, her voice breaking slightly as she cut him off.
“Please. I just… I just really need this right now.”
The crack in her voice, the vulnerability in her words; it caused his jaw to clench as he wrestled with his thoughts. He didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to risk pushing her too far, what if he triggered a bad memory, what if he reminded her of what had happened. But then again, how could he say no to her when she needed him like this? Finally, he exhaled, shifting slightly on the bed.
“Alright. . .”
He moved slowly, deliberately, as though afraid to startle her. Sliding down beside her, he positioned himself carefully, his chest lightly brushing her back. His arm hovered above her for a moment, his heart thudding loudly in his chest, before he gently draped it around her waist.
“Is this okay?”
He asked, his voice barely audible. She nodded against the pillow, her breaths still shaky but steadying slightly as his warmth enveloped her. She whispered back to him,
“It’s perfect.”
Please don't let go
His heart panged in his chest as he felt her relax ever so slightly in his hold. He adjusted his arm, pulling her just a little closer, his hand resting lightly on her side. The curve of her back pressed into him, and he could feel the tension in her frame begin to ease. They stayed like that in silence, the soft rhythm of their breathing syncing. Rafe pressed his cheek against the pillow, his eyes fixed on the back of her head, her hair brushing his face slightly, the scent of her shampoo familiar, comforting.
He didn’t say a word, didn’t dare move, afraid to disrupt this newfound sense of intimacy between them. All he could do was hold her and hope that it was enough.
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Okay, just saw Mickey 17. Spoilery thoughts:
-Changing the reason for Mickey taking the Expendable job from Berto-encouraged sports betting to a failed macaroon business is...a funny and interesting change.
-I know Seven and Eight had different personalities in the book as well, with Eight being less frightened and uptight than Seven. But I don't remember Eight being as cold-blooded and mean in the book compared to the movie.
-I don’t like how they changed Alan Manikova‘s backstory. Making him a “psychopathic serial killer” is boring compared to the more wild and philosophical backstory he has in the book.
-Is Kai supposed to be Cat from the book? Because if so...they replaced an Asian woman character with a white lady...okay🤨.
-On that note, if Kai is a Cat replacement, she's not a good one. Kai's relationship with Mickey is rushed and forced compared to Cat and Mickey in the book. Also! Cat and Mickey never got together romantically or sexually! They were actually a pretty solid example of a well-written platonic relationship between a male and female character!
-I don't like the catty fighting over Mickey that Nasha and Kai do. It felt pointless, and I didn't care enough about Kai to be invested in it. It's especially annoying is Kay is meant to be Cat. Because in the book, Cat and Nasha don't interact much, and when they do, they get along fine! I think I even recall them joking together about sharing Mickey. There was no dumb "fighting over a guy" nonsense!
-I wish we could have heard Nasha and Mickey first conversation after they meet. She doesn't have a word of dialogue until after their sexy montage. I wish we could have had a moment to get to know her first.
-That being said, I like how Nasha had more "action" moments than I recall from the book. By that I mean more scenes where she's proactively moving the plot forward. She's super badass, definitely one of my favorite characters in both versions.
-The threeway scene: I joke about wanting Bong to "expand" the off-page scene from the book, but I didn't actually expect like...a full-on porno scene. The only thing about the scene that bothered me was that, unlike the book, they were high on drugs when they decide to do it. Mickey tells Nasha she's, "Not acting like herself." This is a small thing but I don't like it. I liked it better in the book, where Nasha just took what she wanted and didn't need to be under the influence to want to fuck two clones.
-I'm a tad disappointed we didn't get the moment where Nasha kisses both Mickeys in front of a Natalist officer after they're caught and tells him to "suck it." That was such a funny "good for her" moment for Nasha, I wanted to see it.
-THE BABY CREEPERS ARE SO CUTE🥺
-ALSO THE BABY CREEPERS STEALING MICKEY'S MACHETE AND FIGHTING OVER IT
-Love Mickey helping Nasha put on her uniforms and adjusting her clothes like the good little househusband that he is.
-The Trump/Trump supporter analogs were a bit on the nose but hey in the age of declining media literacy maybe it's fine if subtly takes a back seat sometimes.
-Toni Collette is a great actress and her performance is great, but her character felt stereotypical in a way that made her less interesting than the rest of the cast.
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Overall, despite my complaints, it's a solid and fun movie. The satire is often blunt, and I don't think it's as deft as Parasite. It's more action-y than the book and more Hollywood-y than Parasite. But still, great performances, funny dark humor, and a compelling world.
I like the book better, but the movie is certainly worth a watch too.
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Thoughts on Dragons Rising Season 3 (episodes 1-5)
I put a read more underneath because some of the notes are long and I don’t want to spoil anyone who hasn’t watched it yet.
-We’re still getting new lore even to this day, huh? Remember when the show was just “long before time had a name”
-Frak is so adorable and I love how he’s a bit of a know it all but at the same time it’s probably a result of his previous conditioning by Ras which is kind of sad honestly. Also I joked to myself about Sora x Frak being a thing but I didn’t THINK THE SHOW WOULD ACTUALLY HINT AT IT WHAT. Guys Sora and Frak are both T4T and autistic trust me bro
-Kai doing that lip smacking thing in the first episode totally proves he’s canonically ADHD for real
-Speaking of the first episode and Kai why did they MAKE FUN OF HIS VOICE LIKE THAT like bro what did Vincent even do to deserve that kind of shade.
-also I was kind of expecting Kai to be an overprotective dad towards Wyldfyre and her new relationship but I love how (so far) he’s been supportive of not teasing about it, it’s so cute.
-speaking of which I don’t really know how people feel about Roby but I think he’s…fine. Like yes, his gen-z slang is annoying, and “influencer” characters are annoying, but with Roby he at least genuinely CARES about Wyldfyre and the rest of the ninja team. Like, last season he seemed like he genuinely just wanted a good, fair tournament while making it as entertaining as possible in order to pull in new audiences, but not at the risk of anyone getting injured. He was genuinely concerned when he noticed the challenges were rigged and when Lloyd was put into a coma.
-Also Roby actually LIKES Wyldfyre back so like??? Guys this could’ve been so much worse they could’ve played it as Wyldfyre constantly making moves on Roby and Roby being disgusted by her affections because she isn’t “feminine” or “attractive” or whatever but they didn’t do that HE LIKES HER FOR HER AND I LOVE THAT!!!
-Arin sweetie I know you’re upset but PLEASE go back to the ninja you are not good at being a bad guy.
-Rogue (Jay) is finally here and omg I love how the mechanical wings he has is a callback to the invention he was working on in the pilot that’s such a great detail! Honestly I’m not super invested in the plot about Jaya reuniting but I am interested to see more of Rogue. Also it’s really funny how they’re disguising Rogue’s voice even though we ALL know it’s Jay lol.
-I cannot believe this show used the word “serpent-splain” like seriously what timeline are we living in.
-And for the most hyped part of this season, Morro’s return! It’s good to see him again, I really like how his character is being handled so far and the realm he resides in is pretty cool too. I hope we see more of him in the latter five episodes. I’m SO curious how he’ll react when he finds out that Arin’s former mentor was Lloyd.
-I really hope Zane gets some better character development this season because he’s kind of done nothing so far…
-also Pixal is back! I love Pixane so much and I’ve missed them it’s so refreshing to see them back together again. Also Zane calling Pixal the “smartest and most attractive member of the team” in the first episode was WILD like why is Zane so weirdly smooth sometimes?
-Good to see the superior couple (sorry Jaya stans) fighting side by side again, also I literally started cackling like a mad man when Zane sacrificed himself and they played his death music AGAIN like it’s a running gag at this point.
-I REALLY hope Zane’s mech form isn’t a permanent thing because it’s…not great.
-The reveal that Arin’s parents are (presumably) dead is SUCH a dark note to leave on like wow I wasn’t expecting that.
-I don’t really care that much about the Forbidden Five or the Thunderfang stuff going on but maybe it’ll be more interesting as time goes along but right now it just isn’t very compelling to me despite it being the main conflict of this season.
stay tuned for my thoughts on the latter episodes…whenever that’ll be. Idk I’m really busy this month and I barely want to post here anymore anyways so…
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10 CDramas I Enjoyed Enough To Recommend!
1. Nirvana in Fire (2015) — 5/5 ⭐️ 54 Episodes. This is genuinely as good as its reputation. It is a political palace drama and it is insanely compelling. My mom agrees that this is good. You can watch it on YouTube, but I recommend watching on Viki (which you can sign up with for free) bc cdramas on YT can have weird issues with audio + I’m pretty sure the versions available on YT are heavily edited to cut out Zhang Zhehan.
2. The Untamed (2019) — 4/5 ⭐️ 50 Episodes 🏳️🌈 Owns me. Censored BL low-xianxia setting. None of my family believe me about how good it is because they keep seeing out of context episodes and scenes. The Untamed is something you have to just sit through. It is a boiling frog situation. Beats out #3 despite being of lower quality (look. Those special effects…) because this is my best friend my silly rabbit my blorbo my love. My stinky cheese, even. Netflix, YouTube, and Viki.
3. A Journey to Love (2023) — 4.5/5 ⭐️ 40 Episodes. A mixture of court drama, wuxia adventure, and romance. So so so many dramas WANT to be this show, to balance court politics and wuxia shenanigans and epic romance but, frankly, only AJTL manages to perfectly balance all of its genres, plots, and characters. I cried watching the end. I watched this on YouTube, but it’s also on iQIYI.
4. Love Between Fairy And Devil (2022) — 4/5 ⭐️ 36 Episodes. Xianxia romance. Despite outward appearances of trite banality and overdone tropes, this show is gorgeous, insanely compelling, and will sit with you. My mom calls this “the fairy show :D”. Suffers in pacing towards the end, but sticks the landing. Netflix, Viki, iQIYI.
5. Word of Honor (2021) — 4/5 ⭐️ 36 Episodes 🏳️🌈 Wuxia adventure censored BL. Lead actor Zhang Zhehan is… a bit of a touchy subject, but I still consider this one of the best cdramas I’ve watched and I do still recommend it. Like LBFAD, pacing suffers in last quarter, but sticks the landing. Netflix, YouTube, Viki.
6. Lost You Forever S1 (2023) — 4/5 ⭐️ 39 Episodes. Xianxia reverse harem romance. Now that description may not sound compelling. But. Idk how to tell you this but I’m insane about this drama. Is it ~good~? I honestly can’t say. I’m insane about it. S2 is probably gonna be a flop and kill my love for it but for now? We’re riding high, baby!! YouTube, Viki, probably iQIYI.
7. The Rise of Phoenixes (2018) — 4/5 ⭐️ 70 Episodes. Court drama/romance. Actually you know what I DON’T recommend this. But like I DO need people to watch it so I have people to talk to about it with 🥺 Watching this is an exercise in masochism. It is gorgeous. It is insanely compelling. Watch like. The first 50 episodes because pretty much the rest of it is just [muffled screams]. Apparently it’s coming soon to Viki which is good bc it’s not on Netflix anymore 🙃
8. Couple of Mirrors (2021) — 3.5/5 ⭐️ 12 Episodes 🏳️🌈 1930s Shanghai censored GL romance. Hardly the highest quality, but it’s really fun, and you know what. Does a thing have to be good, historically coherent, and have two full seasons? Is it not enough for a show to be about lesbians??? Who are wanted for murders they may or may not have committed??? YouTube and Viki.
9. New Life Begins (2022) — 3.5/5 ⭐️ 40 Episodes. Fluffy court romance. Is this actually good idek I haven’t re-watched at all. What it is is a solid, serviceable, fluffy little het court romance with Feminism 101 undergirding it all. I liked it perfectly fine. There are many kinds of women and they should all be happy and free to pursue their passions!! Women who are friends!! And you know what? So true, cute little cdrama. So true. YouTube, Viki, iQIYI.
10. The Starry Love (2023) — 3/5 ⭐️ 40 Episodes. Xianxia romance. For the most part, a lighthearted comedic romance drama. It’s cute. It’s fun. It is sometimes comically low-quality, but it’s mostly charming and I like the visuals in general. The main pairing, while fun, doesn’t interest me as much as the secondary pairing or the friendship/sisterhood aspects of it. YMMV with this one. Viki and YouTube.
Honorable mention— The Blood of Youth (2022) Probably better overall than at least a few of these entries, but I’m just still so sad abt my favorite character dying :( Could be gayer.
#cdrama#nirvana in fire#the untamed#a journey to love#love between fairy and devil#word of honor#lost you forever#the rise of phoenixes#couple of mirrors#new life begins#the starry love#I will eventually watch a bunch of iQIYI things I started on yt. eventually!!!
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“Cleansing:” bathing smut and surprises in “Our Blood is Thicker”

Astarion x Named Tav (F!OC) | E | 4.6K of the calm before the storm
Summary: Securing rooms at the Elfsong was the easy part. The harder part, overcoming the wash of memories from their separation before. They both need a good cleansing, one where they will indulge each other.
CW: angst, banter, bathing handjobs, I was told to “let them fuck like rabbits” which is implied, one more memory flashback, and danger.
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Chapter 16: Cleansing…
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“Does it… have to be here?” Cordehlia turned her cute little nose up at the smell in the tavern. To the rest of her party, it just seemed like she didn’t enjoy a stay at a public inn.
To Astarion, now he knew, it was sheer loathing, disgust, and almost a century of pain this place forced her to confront.
The Elfsong.
“Gale said the keeper is giving us the rooms for free, since we…” Shadowheart whispered behind her hand, all sneaky, “know about the murder upstairs…”
“It seems cheap here,” she shrugged beneath her armor. “Seedy, disreputable.”
“Sounds like you’re describing your intended, Cordehlia,” Gale taunted with that friendly smile. Even though it didn’t meet his eyes. Still that lingering jealousy and doubt she knew.
“Please,” Astarion laughed off the slight even as he put his arm around his love’s shoulders. “I was the son of a High Lord once, Gale,” he grimaced at the name on his tongue. “Cordehlia’s right, however, a place for disreputable debauchery and plotting, the Elfsong,” he laughed with a wave of his elegant hand. “We will all fit right in, I’m sure. Besides, we can't beat the price, and I won’t be sleeping on the streets.”
“Well,” Gale grinned again, perhaps a bit forced, “Can’t argue with that. Keeper said up the stairs.”
The party moved ahead, barely noticing that Cordehlia lingered back, rigid in Astarion’s arm. “Why here…” she huffed. “Won’t the keeper recognize his regular?” she hissed with spite.
“Darling, I haven’t hunted here for decades. It’s not even the same innkeeper.” He placed a kiss on her temple, feeling how her jaw clenched. “Maybe it’s time we make some pleasant memories here… together,” he purred right into her pointed ear, tracing up its delicate point with a feathery touch of a single digit.
She giggled at the tickling touch. “Fine,” she huffed. “But don’t expect me to spread my legs so easily. You’ll need to work for it if we stay here, my love. You have many years to make up for, you know.”
“Oh I know,” he smirked, one hand sliding to pull her in for a kiss by gripping the curve of her ass. “I am well aware of that fact, and that you will never let me forget it, my darling.”
He followed her up the tavern stairs, letting her slip from his arm’s hold. Lungs burned as he held his breath, worried and plagued with his old memories of his place. He tried to force them back down in the dank dungeon where he kept all those feelings from his centuries of torment. From all the targets, victims, hazy moments of disgust he had endured. He could swear it made his undead heart rap with dread. Calmly, slowly he stilled his breath, even as it grew more rapid and ragged as he climbed those same fucking stairs as he had a thousand times before.
This time was different, instead of trailing after some miserable wretch, some target, all he could see was the sway of Cordehlia’s hips and the way her ratted, unkempt, fiery red hair matched that rhythm down her back.
That made the panic subside.
As long as he had her, he would survive this.
The hall opened to a massive suite, a grand chamber filled with a dozen beds and every amenity. It was off limits to the likes of him before; he had only ever been here once, fortunately not on Cazador’s business. That night was fuzzy in his mind, a jumble of fear and exhilaration he recalled, slipping in the shadows with his contraband before being compelled back to the palace. A few moments to himself to steal a moment of respite…
Shaking his mess of curls, he followed Cordehlia towards a corner bed, one tucked away at least a bit, a few slatted screens here and there for privacy.
He smirked as she set her pack down, her toned shoulders rolling themselves out finally relieved of its weight. So graceful and lithe, she made quick work of her armor, dropping back a step at last to see him waiting at the foot of the bed.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she gestured to the massive collection of rooms.
But he only slipped his bag from his shoulder, dropping it on the mattress beside her from a great height.
Letting it fall, his claim to her space.
“Oh, my love,” she tugged its great weight over the covers with effort, “this one is mine…”
“But darling,” he grinned, snatching the bag from her hold and letting it rest at their feet, “what’s yours is also… mine.” Growling that last word, he swept her in his arms, pushing her back into the feathered bed. She yelped and giggled as she fell to his attack, his thin elven armor flexible enough for him to cover every inch of her unbound body. He kissed her, there in front of them all, pushing her legs apart even covered in the light metal that clung to his frame. Her hands dug at the bare skin at his nape, lips dancing with his, all in time with the buck of her hips.
“Insatiable minx,” he rasped between her pumping lips. “Why do you pretend?”
“I’m not, my love,” she chuckled, “you can have the neighboring bed…”
He hissed at that, caging her into the bed all the harder. Mouth trailing quickly to her neck, he sucked on the supple flesh, the skin already scarred from his fangs, bringing her blood to pump there all the faster before he…
“Ah,” she moaned, her skin giving way to teeth, sending her right to the edge of her climax in an instant. He sucked loudly, lapping and popping his lips from her flesh just to draw attention.
“For fucks sake, get a room!” Karlach guffawed from across the space.
“We have one,” Astarion laughed, sarcastic and dark as he raised his blood-drenched face to speak. “You just happen to be in it.”
“In all reality…” Cordehlia pushed her palm against his turned cheek, shoving him up with all her might. “You stink, my love.” She laughed, managing to lift him only slightly from her frame. “You need a good cleansing bath.”
“Tch,” he huffed and frowned in indignation. “I would never say such a thing, even if it were true.”
She scowled, “How loving of you…” Teasing, with just that hint of sarcasm behind it, she doubled her effort, a smile on those rosy lips of hers before she braced against his neck and lifted.
Crimson eyes wide, Astarion smiled wickedly in return. Obeying. Relenting as he raised himself from her body, his own muscles ached to return, taught with the need to do what they always had done in this tavern, longing to fuck her until she was incoherent, this time for pleasure and not from coercion.
But instead he huffed, sliding the plates of his armor off, watching her bare feet tread across the wood floorboards. He could smell her, as he said. But it was more than pleasant. That scent of her sweat, the way her arousal’s musk instantly filled his nose the moment he bit into her neck…
But first, he gathered himself, glancing around to ensure a moment of privacy before he adjusted his growing erection at her scent still in his nose. “Fucking hells,” he groaned as he dug out of his pack to get his cleanest clothes, all the way at the bottom of his bag. Finally, he fought with all the trinkets and loot in his sack to pull out a fresh set of trousers, when something heavy landed on the floor with a thud. One delicate hand reached to gather it up next to his feet, the green, leather bound tome right in her pale palm.
Cordehlia narrowed her eyes at the title embossed on the side in gold. “The Curse of the Vampyre?” she scanned the book and then locked those silver eyes with his, questioning, mischievous and suspicious. “Some light reading while I bathe?”
“Just a little research, darling,” he slipped it from her grasp to tuck it in with his clothing.
“How to kill Cazador?” she speculated, turning to head towards the now-steaming tub in the side of the room. That look she threw him from over her shoulder sent an instant shudder of warm desire to his groin.
“I think I’ll follow my instincts on that one, my love,” he chuckled, dark and tickled with the promise of violence. “No, no,” he hummed as they stopped at the side of the tub, watching as she closed the slat-screen separator, just a bit of privacy despite the wash of voices that floated around the suite. “I’m just… preparing for what it might be, between the two of us.”
Cordehlia slipped from her trousers, that hem of her undershirt barely covering that sweet apex of her thighs. Astarion swallowed the huffing moan he could have made. “Hmm,” she tossed him a smirk before turning her back on him. That little cream shift tugged up over her head as she let her voice lilt and flirt, “and what might that be for us? An eternity in love as Mistress Cordhelia Ancunín?”
“Close, my darling,” he set his clothing in a jumbled mess at his feet. The clean ones, too. And Cordehlia rolled her eyes as she watched him. Arms crossed over her bare breasts, she gave him a rueful yet desirous smile. He made no extra show, tugging his ruffled shirt off from over his one head, juggling the book between his grip. “You see, there’s a difference for a Vampire Lord in the creation of their servants or equals, whoever they should choose to make their own… to make them powerful like them…”
“Whatever fits their fickle, half-formed plans?” she taunted, stepping herself into the water, dunking her long, gnarled hair into the water.
Suddenly, tenderly, two hands fished her long hair from the water. Cordehlia turned slightly, his smirking face grinning with total mischief as he used those skilled hands of his to work the snarls from the end of her hair. A little rose scented oil on the tips of his fingers, and he worked them each out. No noise but the rasp of his breath down the back of her neck as he leaned over the tub. Warm water barely heated his touch, the pads of his touch brushed her cheek. Her head leaned into his palm, but a gasp from her lips slipped out as she felt his other hand close around her breast. His teeth scored over the sensitive shell of her ear, a whispering laugh tickling the inside. “Who’s to say I would be fickle… or have half-formed plans, if I were a Lord?”
A fang dragged over the soft curve of her earlobe, making her sigh, half-swallowed as her back arched at the sensation. “So… if you turn… if you can ascend, that’ll make you…?” she whispered, voice thick in that milk white throat of hers as she turned, water splashing in that tub as she swiveled.
“Lord Astarion….” He sighed, an intense and dreamy look in the dark red of his eyes. “Vampire Ascendant.”
“Is that what’s in your book, my dear? Is that what you’ve been researching?”
“No,” he rasped, standing as he slowly brought his hands to the waistband of his leathers. Pale fingers slipped the small buttons barely holding it closed free one at a time. “If you can’t tell… it’s you and your wellbeing that’s on my mind, darling…” Hands tugging that flap apart, his cock sprang free, and he couldn’t help but give a low, rumbling chuckle as she bit her lip at its sight.
Cordehlia slid over a smidge, her own lithe fingers massaging through her damp hair. Silver eyes were locked on his every move, the way he slipped from those leather pants, the way he slowly sank into the waters beside her.
The way his own right fang peeked out as he chewed his lip and wrapped his arms around her body at last. “I’ve never met one before, never even heard aside from rumors of their existence among my kind. They are rarely created, the perfect match for a Vampire Lord, the perfect threat to them too. But they say there is no greater love than a trusting Lord and his loving… Bride.”
She shivered in his arms, shaking her whole body despite the swirling steam that surrounded them.
“That’s what you want… isn’t it?” he purred right into the folds of her ear again, a single hand stealing underwater to run down her belly. “To be mine… forever?”
Her mouth opened, he could hear it, feel it in her jaw, but no noise came out but breath. Not until he slunk two fingers between her thighs, finding the even warmer, wetter slick that gathered there.
Her legs bent under the water, feet braced on the side of the cloth and wood of the tub. But he slowed his hand, dragging a single fingertip, a single nail even, over that hard little clit of hers. “You have to tell me, darling, if you will be mine… no matter what…”
Her hand reached behind her, clawing into the mess of his own damp curls and slotting her body between his own clenching legs. “You know my answer. It’s the same. It’s unchanging. Constantly beating yes when it comes to you, Astarion, for two-hundred years.”
“I’m so pleased to hear it,” he hissed, gratifying the little bucks of her hips by sinking his long fingers deep inside her channel. “Best keep it quiet though, I would hate to offend the rest of our group’s sensibilities…”
“You would love to give them offense,” Cordehlia snarled back, pulling him by his hair to whisper back in his own ear. Giving him just what he gave her. “You would love to make me give little whimpers, make me moan your name just loud enough to have one of them chastise you, hmm?”
“For what?” he growled back, starting to pick up his pace as he stroked her and crooked his touch inside her. “For being the consummate lover I am? For making you, the great warrior, whine for me, my little pet and darling?”
A hand reached behind her, her fist closing firmly around his cock, making a noise not unlike a moan come from his own throat through his gritted teeth.
“So are you going to share your research…” she pumped him, hard in grip and slow in measure, as she rode his fingers. A smile on her face. “Going to tell me more about what you think might happen?”
“Three bites,” he panted, those fingers of his working inside her, determined to make her squeal and come first. “And then… I drink you almost dry…” His voice in her ear is feral, more monster than man, and Cordehlia shivered, rapture taking hold at his touch and words and… all of him.
“Go on…” she murmured, voice thick in her throat, even as he hand gripped tighter and sloshed more water as she tried to keep up with his own fingers fucking inside her.
“I give you my blood, letting it fill you and make you mine. They say it will be far more pleasurable than anything you have ever… ever… experienced.” He panted, her thumb sweeping right over that spot only she knew, beneath the dip of his head. His thighs clenched, his balls tightened. “Gods,” he groaned, too close now to back down.
“And then I would be your Bride?” she replied, trying so hard to sound perfect and calm, hiding her own approaching pleasure with a pressed and quiet tone.
He held his breath, scoring a nail over that patch inside her, the one he knew always pushed her, careening towards her climax. “Yes,” he finally ground the single word out, definitely louder than he had hoped. “You’ll be your own being, your own set of powers linked to mine. We will walk in the sun, share our minds, share every bit of pleasure and … pain.” He whimpered loudly, too loudly, as she tugged and fondled him mercilessly.
A knock sounded on the divider, Shadowheart’s lyric voice only a bit muffled from the other side. “Can you hurry it up? The longer you take, the longer the rest of us poor peasants need to wait until it’s our turn…. And we obviously need to get fresh water now…”
“Shut up,” he growled, that hand on his cock not slowing a second even as their moment was invaded.
“Shh, play nice,” Cordehlia corrected him, hand leaving his shaft for a moment to clutch those smooth, hard balls in her palm, tight and ready to burst any second now. “Two people in one tub deserve twice as long, logically. Give us five more minutes.” She called so politely.
Their cleric huffed and stamped away, but not before her fingers stroked that flushed, fleshy head in their touch. Once, twice more, she pulsed that grip and stars covered his vision. Coils of heat burst inside him, spurts of cum sullying the water, and best of all, her own cunt flared and clenched in time. Her freehand flew to her mouth, covering it tightly to not make a sound. But he had her, the extra oily slick of her arousal shot around his fingers, her thighs shaking in the water as she bucked out her climax on his touch. And just when she neared the supple pleasure after, fangs sliced into her.
Her shoulder was pierced once, twice, three times. Nips in rapid succession until the final one. That, Astarion let his teeth sink fully into the crook of her shoulder, savoring the sweet, almost floral bouquet of her blood on his tongue. Filling his belly.
Her head rested back against his chest, body limp and warm. A comforting weight against where his heart would have beat, a sad smile on his lips as he released from her neck. Tenderly, he didn’t want to disturb her, he nuzzled into her damp red hair. As he breathed in, that rose-scented oil barely masked her own floral scent.
He didn’t want to disturb her, but maybe she needed to know….
“There’s a bit more to the Dark Kiss… umm the way that a Bride is made…” He trailed off as she turned. Her face was lined with confusion as she wrapped her legs around him in the water, looking hopeful, worried, waiting on his every word.
Astarion sighed. “It’s a bit dangerous,” he continued at last. “Once you wake to feed for the first time, you… you won’t be yourself. You will be feral, ravenous,” he paused, realizing the weight of his words, “dangerous. I’ll have to subdue you to make sure we both remain safe…”
“Alive you mean,” Cordehlia nodded, sage and slow as his meaning took hold. She looked over his shoulder, eyes distant as she thought for a moment. “More than anything, Astarion, I trust you.”
He closed his eyes and pressed his lips tighter, hiding the way tears stung behind his eyelids and the way his jaw wanted to tremble.
“Besides,” she shifted closer to him, running a hand down the ridges of his belly to grip him by the balls again. “You will love the chance to subdue me for once, even if it’s in unfair circumstances.”
Astarion swallowed the grunt at the delicious pressure she put on him, turning it to a laugh. “You're no different you know, not letting me bend the rules so I can win, just like when we were children.”
“Never,” she shook her head, coy smile and flirtatious glints in her eyes. “I’ll never let you off free, not even if you are some exalted Lord.” Those lithe fingers clutched one more time harder around his manhood. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way, my love.”
“Whatever makes you happy, my darling,” he purred, still hiding that lump in his throat. That niggling guilt over what he had done before, now that he knew. Now that he remembered. “I’ll try to be worthy of all that trust you have in me.”
She leaned against his chest, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. A tender smile turning one corner of her lips, she kissed him. “I know you will.”
There was so much to be done… but for this evening, for tonight, they all rested in comfort for once. Every other member in their group gave them a massively wide berth, treating them like newlyweds, letting them hide behind the dividers around their bed, ignoring the little noises that came from behind it. Only once a meal was brought out did Cordehlia leave their little hideaway, just long enough to avoid everyone’s knowing smirks and make a simple plate of cheeses and breads.
Then her bare feet hurried back, for a moment of silence before the subtle and constant rustling resumed from behind those partitions.
A few hours later, silence finally fell. Night in the city was still so loud, too loud. And Cordehlia just couldn’t trance no matter how hard she tried. Even as Astarion fell into easy rest beside her, one arm braced behind her head and the other resting on his belly as it rose and fell. He was comfortable here, his home away from her for almost two centuries. That old pang of bitterness flared in her chest, and she sat aright. All she could hear was soft breathing in the night.
She looked out the window, dawn just starting to break with light. Climbing from the bed, she slipped into her clothing, that fresh cream undershirt, sensible black leathers. She would be quick, that pain from her past pushing her to return one more time to that place where agony had taken root.
One more glance to his beautiful, pale, naked body resting in their bed, she kissed her fingers and pressed it featherlight to his forehead. She’d be right back. One last visit to his grave to close the pain of the past.
Boots on her feet, she reached for her dagger. Just the one, her most favorite, if only to make her feel completely dressed; it would just be a jaunt around the corner to the graveyard, a couple of turns in the safety of the sun before she would return. And after all the ways he’d had her last night, she was sure he’d trance his way through that time.
She stepped silently through the dim room, paying no heed to anything other than that door, than her mission to bid the past farewell for good.
Astarion turned in his trance, his sleep restless and uneasy, the memories of being in the Elfsong mostly inflicting those little cuts and wounds of torture from his past as Cazador’s spawn. Except that one time he had been in this suite of rooms….
His dream swept him back to that time, the way his feet hurried away from the other spawn sent there with him to hunt. That little piece of paper in his hand secreted beneath his arm as he hurried silently up the stairs, picking the lock quickly into this empty set of rooms. It hadn’t been hard to find a dark corner, a loose floorboard…
He didn’t know why it was so important to him, but he had known he wanted to keep it. Even if he couldn’t bring it back to the palace, even if he knew that stealing away from his siblings and coming home empty handed tonight meant a spell in the kennels and a session with Godey. His chest rose and fell with the thrill of insolence. That parchment, that news flier unfolding in his hands made him smile.
Eyes scanned the words too quickly to really take in the story, some account of a battle… some fearsome tale of this warrior goddess… All he could do was stare at the printed likeness of her face on the paper. Black and white, just ink and fading parchment, but he had wanted it. And when Petras had tried to tug it from his fingers, he had snarled and disappeared into the crowd. Now he could savor his treasure, enjoy his stolen goods.
She was alluring, that long hair drawn to tease behind her, that sculpted body covered in dark armor, her face hard and fearsome and yet… something about her lips taunted him. Coy and teasing, beckoning him to look closer.
And closer he did look. His mind had raced over the words, no memory of them now almost a century later… but he remembered clearly what he did with that image in those few stolen moments. How his cock had hardened instantly, how it had been only a few moments of rough and dry handfucking for him to come.
How he had wiped himself clean quickly, breathless from actual pleasure for once in his long, broken memory, before he stashed that flier with the pretty She-elf on it under the floorboard.
Astarion bolted awake at last. Hardly noticing he was alone, he scampered from the bed, tripping as he slipped on his trousers too quickly and scuttled across the suite to the opposite corner.
“What in the hells are you doing, Fangs?” Karlach huffed a laugh, amused and annoyed as she had to hurry out of his way.
He said nothing, fingers pulling the wood up to free that long lost, buried treasure. Flinging himself against the wall, he shook his head. If he didn’t have company, he would have, could have cried.
Victory of the Bone Picker.
Clear as the day that dawned outside the window, he finally took the time to look at the words. To look into the printed eyes of his love.
He knew, somehow all those decades ago, he knew.
“Damn, Fangs, is that Cordehlia?” Karlach peered from the other end. “You knew that was here… you saved it here after all this time, didn’t you?”
“I guess so,” was his honest reply. Those crimson eyes looked up wide and shining wet. “Where is she?”
Karlach shook her head, taken aback. “Isn’t she sleeping her climax marathon off in your bed?”
“No,” he suddenly went rigid. Standing, flying to his feet to peer around the rooms. “Has anyone see Cordehlia?” he couldn’t hide the desperation in his voice now.
Gale looked up from his book at that. “She went for a stroll early this morning, first light. I don’t think she saw me here… not that she pays me much mind at any rate…”
“Shh, shh,” Astarion hushed him right up once he sounded as if he would start another one of his diatribes. “Not now, Gale,” he snipped. “That must have been an hour ago already, so where is she?”
“You could always use our little friends,” Gale suggested, two fingers tapping on the side of his head.
“You mean reach out?” the Vampire frowned.
“Wouldn’t hurt,” the Wizard gave a terse reply. For once.
Astarion closed his eyes, feeling the waves of the tadpole’s power emanating from his mind, searching for the other end.
Something faint returned. A flash of a cemetery, a headstone with his name on it, and a pair of glowing red eyes and stringy black hair staring down at her before… darkness.
Silence.
Nothingness.
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thoughts on the bear season three
since some people on the internet are already yapping about how season three is trash and the worst thing that’s ever happened to them because syd and carmy don’t end up declaring their undying love for each other in the season finale, let me tell you something: the bear isn't a romcom. it's a show about grief, family, generational trauma, miscommunication, mentorship, and the many natures of passion. it’s also a show about love and relationships, yes, but romance has never been the main focus. if anything, romance has been utilized as a distraction so far, e.g. the whole claire plot.
i agree that there is something between syd and carmy, but i firmly believe that this something is neither entirely platonic nor entirely romantic. it’s somewhere in-between and that’s precisely what makes their dynamic (and its ups and downs) so interesting imo. shipping is fun, but it’s not everything and i fear that sometimes it tends to undermine the power and importance of individual character arcs. (also: im sorry, but it’s not bad writing just because the story isn’t going where you want it to go.)
these two are very complex and compelling characters. they’re both workaholics, they’re both perfectionists and they both have issues. they also both have individual relationships with the other characters of the show, who are also very complex and compelling. they're cute together, sure, but even if romance were the main focus of the show: carmy has reached a point where he isn't worthy of being in the same room as syd or pretty much any other character of the show ... and that's fine. it doesn't make him a villain, it just proves that trauma is tricky and isolating, and that sometimes it has to get way worse before it can get better.
i know that there’s more to the criticism of season three than the whole sydcarmy situation, but i guess this bothered me the most. i'll save the rest for another time.
#the bear spoilers#the bear s3#the bear#syd x carmy#sydcarmy#I love them too but can we talk about something else please
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*Long, exasperated sigh*
Ok. Chaos Theory season two review.
Spoilers below the cut. This might be a long one.
When this show was first announced, I was thrilled. The characters that meant so much to me would be coming back in a new series. I almost cried once after the first teaser leaked because I was just so excited to see Darius again. I was admittedly a little nervous too. Camp Cretaceous ended on such a good note. Did we really need a continuation? Going into the first season, I was cautiously optimistic.
Then it came and went. I liked it fine, but it wasn’t the same as Camp Cretaceous. In the following months I felt the years long grip JWCC had on me start to loosen. So by the time this season two came around, I was the least excited I ever had been for a new season.
For all of its run, Camp Cretaceous was so good because it simply refused the flaws of the current Jurassic movies. Where the JW trilogy prioritized action, JWCC prioritized the characters and their bonds. Where JW treated dinosaurs like scary monsters, JWCC treated them like animals. Where JW didn’t know when to end, JWCC ended when its story was finished.
Chaos Theory feels like this side story finally adhering to the rules of the franchise. The characters take a backseat to convoluted plots and mature dinosaur action. The story continues even though it doesn’t need to.
I’m not saying the season is horrible or even bad. I just feel like this show, despite its many strengths, hasn’t yet justified its existence to me. If you’re going to uproot the amazing ending of the first show, it has to be for good reason. And I’m just not convinced yet.
First, what I liked about the season:
-The first episode was genuinely so good. Like seriously amazing stuff. Great atmosphere and tension and sets up the rest of the season nicely.
-Brooklynn!! My least favorite camper in JWCC was my favorite this time around. Her flaws were layered and interesting and her motivations were compelling. Her flashback episode was my second favorite. Her relationship with Ronnie was good, and I consistently found myself drawn more to her side of the story.
-This kind of goes without saying but the art direction is still just so good. The lighting is so perfect, the models and the way they move are perfect, everything is just really nice visually.
-I liked the ending. I was worried that everyone would be happy and reunited by the end of the season and it would be too easy, so I’m glad they’re stretching out the conflict.
-The video call scene in episode three. It was just really cute. Good cute moment.
Ok. And now what I didn’t like so much:
-I feel like nothing happened this season? Like all the information in these ten episodes could have been condensed to five. Just really frustrating pacing. Felt like a lot of filler (a whole season of filler).
-I’m just really upset with how the characters were written. Why were none of them (except Brooklynn) interesting? Who even are these people? Why do they have the most generic dialogue ever? Like, I’m expected to care about Kenji, but that’s just literally not Kenji. He doesn’t look, sound, talk, or act like Kenji. Why is his character just being angry and making bad puns now? Why is Ben so boring? Arguably the most interesting character in JWCC is just some guy now? I know a lot of people will disagree with me on this but I can hardly be convinced to feel for these versions of the Nublar Six.
-The new characters were ok at best. They were all serviceable and likable, but I just couldn’t really understand why they were there. Zayna was completely fine, but I saw no reason for her to tag along the entire season. I really just don’t think she contributed much besides acting as a tour guide. The scientist guy was just completely one dimensional. Evil scientist. That’s the character.
-And the best new character from last season just never came back. Where was The Handler? She was such a highlight last season and she had one scene. Bummer.
-The Camp Fam finding out that B is alive was so underwhelming? It felt random and undeserved. There was little build up so what should’ve been a really important moment didn’t have much gravity for me.
-I get what they were trying to do with the hippos and lions but I just don’t really care, sorry. I’m watching Jurassic World, I want to see dinosaurs. I at least appreciate the thought though.
-I wish Brooklynn’s plot hadn’t been faking being bad to get cozy with Santos. It felt like a rehash of Darius pretending to be with Kash in season four of JWCC. A much better rehash, yes, but a rehash nonetheless. I just wish they’d done something more interesting there.
-There were several plot points from last season that were hardly/never brought up. Darius’s crush on Brooklynn, Ben’s girlfriend, Sammy and her family, etc. Why?
I have more stuff I could say but I don’t want it to seem like I think this is the worst season of tv ever. Or even the worst season in JWCC/CT. There’s a lot of genuinely good stuff in here, I just feel like it gets meddled with all the junk being in a franchise comes with. Camp Cretaceous avoided it to an extent, but eventually, it caught up. I know a lot of people like this show and I’m happy for them, but I’m just not one of them. I hope my complaints are addressed in future seasons, but honestly, I won’t count on it.
#sorry to be a bummer but just. ugh.#maybe I’ll feel better if I rewatch it but I don’t really want to.#at least kenji made fun of his dead dad#that was cool.#jurassic world chaos theory#jwcc#camp cretaceous#jwct#chaos theory#chaos theory spoilers#jurassic world chaos theory spoilers#jwct spoilers
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Star thoughts/liveblog (spoilers ahead ofc)
- If Splashtail is holding kittens hostage have you guys tried….driving him out? It’s literally one guy against the whole of Riverclan, just keep him away from the kits and there won’t be an issue???
- The conflict is kinda stupid I can’t lie, this could be solved if everyone in Riverclan wasn’t such a dumbass
- Cloverfoot is going to die in this battle I can smell it
- I can’t believe we’re getting fascism explained to us through warrior cats
- Berryheart fell down the crunchy mom -> alt right pipeline real
- This book is making me like Tigerheartstar wtf
- Frostpaw I would die for you
- Harestar you’re the most annoying mf ever please die
- What is it with Riverclan and their camp being turned into a prison every other series
- Graysludge and Mistslime are objectively hilarious names
- What happened to Splashtail being compelling why is he just cartoonishly evil and insane now
- There are not enough supporters of Splashtail to make give this any stakes come onnnn, he has like 5 people actually on his side
- I love Berryheart she’s so fucked up
- Wtf is Owlnose doing, why is he siding with Splashtail for no reason??
- Sunbeam you are so stupid my god
- ‘She didn’t realise what she was doing’ yes she did lmao
- RIP Berryheart you were the most compelling villain of the series
- That makes 2 dead female villains and we’re stuck with the boring male one….
- Owlnose you just killed someone don’t try and make me feel bad for you
- ‘The last thing she ever did was save you’ just like Curlfeather….the parallels…
- This feels like setup for Froststar ngl
- I can’t believe Nightheart is the only guy with a braincell here
- Is fogstar going to be a thing??? She hasn’t even been mentioned once before this book
- Riverclan is so stupid it actually pains me
- Why are we still calling them Greysludge and Mistslime that’s literally so mean lol, just call them by their apprentice names
- The tension is actually really good
- Not exactly liking how Splashtail seems to be genuinely mentally I’ll and that’s why he’s evil…
- He’s fuckin dead and we’re only halfway through?? Now what?
- So glad Frostpaw got to be the one to kill him though, that was so satisfying
- Riverclan you can justify all you want but at the end of the day you’re fuckin stupid
- The second he started doing murders y’all should’ve turned on him and it would all be fine
- Hi Mothwing when did you get here
- Lol fuck those guys (fognose and breezeheart)
- Goddamn Berryheart’s funeral scene is some of the best writing I’ve seen in a warriors book for a while, these are genuinely interesting emotions to explore
- Ewww I don’t wanna think about frost having a crush on splash stop bringing this up my god
- Oh fuck yes Frostpaw and Curlfeather angst
- If the rest of this book is just emotional conflict I will be more than happy with it
- Don’t kill off Frostpaw I swear to god
- Kate Cary I’m putting my trust in you
- This scene would make an incredible animation
- Might be my new favourite chapter of warrior cats ever holy shit that SLAPPED
- Fuck off Nightheart I need more Frostpaw
- Having Nightsky and Nightheart is so confusing
- Thunderclan can’t go two seconds without an argument (usually started by Lionblaze)
- I kinda love this type of conflict, it’s much more interesting than Splashtail being crazy
- Podlight is still here???
- Tree does something as a mediator for the first time ever
- Who tf is emberstar (if they’re relevant in Riverstar’s SE then I haven’t read it lol)
- The fact that I genuinely can’t tell if Frostpaw will survive is so good
- Please let the rest of the chapters be Frostpaw I don’t gaf about the others right now
- Whistlebreeze is the cutest name
- Frostdawn!!!! Also cute as fuck
- ICESTAR REALLLLL LETS GO
- Oh my god this chapter is gonna make me cry
- Sunbeam is pregnant and I want to explode
- And that’s a wrap on ASC , genuinely actually enjoyed this book, especially the second half. The emotional conflict was really interesting I gotta be honest, Frostdawn’s almost-dead scenes were so fun and had really good tension. The conflict with Splashtail ended up getting really stale, I’m glad he was killed halfway through because I couldn’t have dealt with that being dragged out for a whole book
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IMAGINE PART I: “Propaganda I am falling for: my wife” — Reneé Rapp x Reader
— Public intimacy disguised as a joke.
[SCENE: The tweet that started it all.]
Your phone buzzes once, then again, then twenty-nine more times.
You’re sitting on a café patio somewhere in Silver Lake, halfway through a lukewarm oat milk cappuccino and your third attempt at writing a script that refuses to script itself. You barely glance at the notification before opening Twitter, where your latest "propaganda" post is apparently climbing the trending tab.
@/yourhandle: propaganda I am falling for: – whatever my wife tells me the end
It had been a throwaway thought — something between a soft joke and a soft truth. One of those digital sighs you exhale into the algorithm just to feel heard. You didn’t even tag Reneé. But of course, they know.
The quote retweets are feral.
“RENEÉ GET HER OUT OF OUR HEADS” “soft-launching your soulmate is crazy behavior” “this tweet smells like post-makeout breath and I’m crying” “just say you’re in love babe it’s fine”
You snort into your drink, half-amused, half-wrecked by the accuracy. What they don’t know is that Reneé Rapp is exactly five feet away from you, in oversized sunglasses and your hoodie, with her shoe resting against your ankle under the table.
She’s pretending not to see the tweet even though you know she has Twitter alerts for your handle. (She’ll deny this under oath, but you’ve seen the screenshot.)
"Something funny?" she asks, not looking up from her phone.
"Twitter thinks I'm in love with my wife."
"Mmm," Reneé hums, raising an eyebrow. "Are you?"
You take a sip of your drink. "She gives very compelling arguments."
Her mouth curves into a smirk. “Smart woman.”
You try not to look directly at her. It’s dangerous when she smiles like that — like she knows she’s in your head rent-free and keeps raising the price.
[FLASHBACK: Last night.]
You’d been curled up on Reneé’s couch, your socked feet tangled under a shared blanket, watching some horror movie you were both pretending not to be scared of. She'd passed you a glass of wine mid-jump scare and whispered, “I’d protect you, even in a zombie apocalypse.”
You’d choked out a laugh. “You’d trip me to save yourself.”
But she hadn’t smiled.
“Not you,” she’d said. “Never you.”
And then looked away like it wasn’t the most dangerous thing she’d ever said.
[BACK TO PRESENT.]
"Should I delete it?" you ask, half to test her, half to save face.
Reneé shrugs. "Only if you want me to start tweeting back."
You raise a brow. “Threat or promise?”
She stretches, leans across the table just enough to steal a piece of your banana bread with a fork she definitely didn’t bring, then murmurs:
"Just know, if I tweet ‘wife privileges,’ you're not allowed to breathe until I say so."
Your brain short-circuits.
“I— that’s not fair.”
She grins, victorious. “Neither is how cute you look when you’re panicking.”
Later, when you're not looking, Reneé does tweet.
@/reneerapp: “she called me ‘propaganda’ and I’ve never been more into it”
The fans lose their minds. You lose the ability to function. Somewhere in the replies, someone starts a thread:
Things they said that have sent me into cardiac arrest: – "your voice makes me feel like home" – "if I’m propaganda, then let me indoctrinate you" – "she doesn’t just look like love, she sounds like it"
And under all that noise, your DM lights up:
Reneé: bring your wife home. I’m cold. and I’m right.
You reply:
You: on my way. I fall easily. you push hard.
#fanfic#fanfiction#imagine#imagines#x reader#Reneé Rapp#Renee Rapp#Reneé Rapp x reader#Renee Rapp x reader#RPF#Real People#Real Person Fiction#Real Person Fanfic
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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 8: 𝓒𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓼
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💕𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂💕: Aspiring diva Kang Mi-na takes part in this year’s Squid Games, challenged among the fellow lower class. In order to have a safe chance of winning, the aspiring fashionista teams up with former-rapper Thanos. Not only is she tested on what she is willing to risk for money, but her place as one of Thanos’ confidants.
💜𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰💜: Choi Su-Bong(Thanos) x Kang Mi-na, Thanos squad + Kang Mi-na
💕𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮💕: mi-na lives au, se-mi dies instead tho :( , romance, angst, fluff, casual, flirty bantering, lots of jealousy on nam-gyu’s part
💜𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼💜: graphic depictions of violence, murder, mild gore, explicit language, drug usage, mentions of suicide, major character deaths, spoilers for squid game s2,
💕𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸💕: like the original show, this is intended for a mature audience, please proceed with caution. updates will be posted biweekly at the latest, constructive criticism is welcome as long as it is dmed to me!!
💜𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓼💜: work in progress 🤭
💕 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 💕: 1k
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💕𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 💜𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻
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Why worry about tomorrow when the present was far more appealing?
Entrapped in a chamber of nostalgia, Kang Mi-na’s fate was now in the hands of some lousy boys she basically just met.
Now, to decide what to play. Her first thought was to go for the easiest game. But what was the easiest?
Gyeong-su, who never flipped a lip unless someone talked to him first, took initiative.
“I’m good at ddakji.” He said. “Lots of girls play gong-gi, right? Do you wanna take gong-gi, Mi-na?” He brightened, hoping to bring some faith to the more.. doubtful members of the group.
“You’re funny.” Mi-na laughed, finding the shine of her nail polish more compelling.
Gyeong-su chuckled, uncertain whether her comment was sarcastic.
“I don’t like gong-gi, sweetie.” Mi-na clarified, “Flying stone’s much more my style.”
That was it. That was what she wanted to play.
“Could.. Could I do gong-gi?”
The group paused. Even Mi-na halted her primping. Min-su offered to play gong-gi, a feminine game. Brittle as Min-su was, it was still unexpected.
“Who the hell taught you to play gong-gi?” Nam-gyu hissed, but he wanted to know just as much as the rest of them.
Min-su tensed, as if ashamed.
“My mom,” he said, an answer as cute as can be.
“Min-su, the mama’s boy.” Mi-na sang in delight. “I should have known.”
Min-su lowered his head, red creeping up on his ears.
“C’mon, I'm only messing with you. If you want to play gong-gi, do it. You’re taking over for me, so like-who cares?” She nudged his shoulder—the most physical touch she was willing to give.
Min-su loosened up and swallowed, uttering what sounded like a ‘thank you’ to her.
“You done?” Nam-gyu opened his big mouth.
“Yup. You’ve got either Spinning top or Jegi.” Mi-na laid it out for him, plain and simple.
“Spinning top,” he decided. “You alright doing Jegi?” he asked Thanos.
Thanos was out of it, mouthing words to songs. After Nam-gyu tugged on his sleeve, Thanos stumbled out of his daze and bobbed his head. Jegi was fine.
They settled it quickly and with little debate.
It would be a bit before Mi-na’s team had to go. So it was up to the guinea pigs to lead the charge.
Team One and Two assembled at the tracks; Team One on the right track, and Team Two on the left. Each team lined up in the order they’d play. Braces bound their ankles together, just like in an actual six-legged race.
With grand confidence from Team One, and visible reluctance from Team Two, the second game was ready to begin.
‘Starting in three..’
‘Two.’
“LETS GET ITTTT, WOOO!!”
‘One!’
With a crackle of a gun, the two teams sprung into action. Each group marched down the track in perfect sync. For Team One, Ddakji was completed first try, but Flying stone was a trial. The stone was just thrown a little too far from the target.
Much to Mi-na’s dismay, the guard at the second post had no extra stone. So they had to fetch the stone themselves. One failed attempt sucked plenty of time from the clock; this team had several.
Team one grew increasingly agitated by the second, cussing out fellow team member Player 198 with red faces. As intense as the game was, it was entertaining to see such tough men fumble over a children’s game.
To avoid that from happening, all Mi-na needed to do on her turn was knock down the stone first try and hope the others didn’t fuck up.
No pressure.
When it became obvious Team One wasn’t going anywhere, Mi-na took her people-watching to the left ring. Team Two made it a lot farther, impressive with how much time had passed. Mi-na spotted them completing gong-gi, celebrating and hugging the woman that played. As sweet as it was, a solid two seconds was spent jumping up and down in glee.
“They’re wasting more time cheering than actually trying to win,” Mi-na jeered.
From the right track, Player 198 finally knocked down the stone. Though it was quickly penalized since he stepped over the white line. Now the group had to make another trip and try again for the fourth or fifth time. No way could they make it now, even if they passed, it would take a miracle for the team to cross the finish line.
And everyone knew what it meant to lose here.
Mi-na declared them goners, but a clash of colliding stones made her reconsider. The target was knocked over.
‘Pass!’
Yet no cheers came, not even from the spectating players. Only a saddened laugh filled with tears and piss from Player 198 and the shared whines of who he failed.
Just before they could finally move on, the guards blocked their path. Pink soldiers approached the team with long guns, probably with a name that had scrambled letters and numbers. There was no sense in waiting for the timer to hit zero, death had already come for them.
The team panicked, losing the coordination they worked so hard to maintain. All of them cried, shouting a myriad of “No!” “Please!” “Stop!” As one would when their life was about to end.
‘Your time is up.’
The guards cocked their guns and advanced. With no hesitation, they pulled their triggers.
While the volume of the shots was thundering, it was nowhere near as loud as the screams. On instinct, the crowd crammed their palms into their eardrums and ducked for cover.
Out went the bullets and into the eliminated, puncturing so many holes into their bodies they were comparable to Swiss cheese. Blood spewed out onto the colorful track like a broken sprinkler. The losers thrashed, jittering uncontrollably from the shots. It was like they were being tazed. Finally, they all collapsed.
Looking over Mi-na’s shoulder, Team two was as good as dead and filled with just as many holes.
‘The following players have been eliminated: Player 016, 045, 178, 189, 198..’
It hit her then, just as it hit everyone else, that they could be next. If a mistake was made, if a stone was dropped in the wrong place, their number would be another addition to the list.
No pressure.
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Apartment Apparitions (Part 2)

Eddie Munson x Reader (Just Like Heaven AU)
Word Count:1, 492
Summary:Eddie decides he's had enough of you haunting him and tries to take matters into his own hands.
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“Stop saying that!” you screamed at him.
“It’s not my fault you’re the way you are, I just want you to stop haunting me and leave!!” Eddie fought back.
“You need to leave!” you tried pushing him, to no success, and accidentally ended up falling through the closed window of your apartment.
Eddie’s shoulders slumped with a huff. Finally! You were gone. Until he looked turned around to see you standing right in front of him once more.
“Okay, fine. I think we’ve started off on the wrong foot. Hi, I’m Eddie Munson.” Eddie said, gesturing to himself.
You huffed out a breath. Fine, you supposed it was nice to put a name to the person who’s been living in your apartment.
“My name’s Y/n, I would shake your hand but I don’t think that’s possible” you half joked.
“Okay, so now we’re not strangers anymore.” Eddie smiled, his big brown eyes glinting with a sparkle.
It was so annoying. If he wasn’t so obnoxious, and didn’t leave a trail of potato chip crumbs everywhere he went, you could almost say he was cute.
“I guess not. So, I guess you won’t mind me asking why on earth you’re leaving my apartment in such a state.” you poked.
“Technically as of this moment, it’s my apartment, not your’s” Eddie snarked, his lips curling up into a smirking grin.
You crossed your arms, giving him your best hard stare, although Eddie seemed unphased by your murderous glare as he once again made himself comfortable on the couch once more. He fluffed up the cushions behind his back and rested against the arm of the couch, flicking the tv remote in front of the screen. He was choosing to ignore the fact you were even there to the very best of his ability.
Oh! If that’s how he wanted to play this, then you had a few tricks of your own that you could entertain.
You make your way to stand in between Eddie and the television, blocking his view of the screen before singing very loudly and off-key at the top of your voice. Maybe you were judging him by his looks, but something in you tells you he isn’t a Madonna fan.
“‘CAUSE WE ARE LIVING IN A MATERIAL WORLD AND I AM A MATERI-”
“SHUT UP!” He cuts you off, shouting at you in annoyance. “Look I’ve tried to be nice to you, but you’ve forced my hand, and have left me with no other choice.” he said with a huff as he got up and began to dial a number into the phone. You couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, only Eddie telling the other person your address, followed by the exasperated sigh of a ‘thank you’ before he hung up the phone.
“Who was that? Hey! Who were you talking to?” You demanded.
“You’ll see,” he replied flatly.
“What’s that supposed to mean? What? Are you threatening me now?” You continued with your questions.
Before Eddie could explain himself further there was a knock at the door. You watched him as a smile stretched across his face when he opened the door.
“A priest? Really?” you snarked. You knew exactly where he was going with this.
“Father, I’m so glad you could do this on such short notice.” Eddie said as he shook the priest’s hand. “This spirit has been bothering me for the past few days and they just won’t leave.” Eddie said, throwing a glare in your direction.
“An exorcism? Really? I think maybe you’ve seen a few too many horror films.” you said, rolling your eyes.
Eddie ignored your sarcastic comment, as he turned his attention to the priest who was now chanting.
“THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!” the priest screams, whilst flicking holy water in your direction.
“What a shame your little supernatural, exorcism party isn’t working.” you teased. “You’re mopping that up.” you tell him, gesturing to the ever growing puddle of holy water splattering on your floor.
Eddie sighed once more, obviously this wasn’t working. He kindly thanked the priest once more and showed him out the door before closing it behind him.
“Please can you leave me alone. Please. I’m asking you as nicely as I can.” Eddie pleaded with you.
“You think I didn’t try leaving? I can’t.”
“The door’s right there, don’t let me be the one to stop you.” he said, gesturing towards the open door.
“I can walk through walls and tables. You don’t think I could walk through a closed door if I wanted to? I can’t leave, it’s like something is keeping me here.” you sighed.
Grabbing his jacket and keys, Eddie took off, rushing out the door with a groan slipping past his lips.
“Where are you going now?” You shouted after him, throwing your arms up in annoyance.
Eddie jumped in his van, and headed for the small bookshop in the city. He parked outside and walked up to the door, the bell above ringing as he pushed through the door. The warm, cosy and inviting interior of the bookshop welcomes him in immediately.
The shop had many fully stacked bookshelves and many different genres to explore. Eddie browsed around the different sections of the shop until he hopefully found what he was looking for. There had to be a supernatural section in this bookshop. Books on ghosts, spirits, demons, anything. At this point Eddie was desperate.
“Excuse me? Can I help you?” A chirpy voice comes from behind Eddie’s shoulder. He turns around and comes face to face with a young freckled girl with a choppy, sandy blonde bob and bright blue eyes. “I’m Robin, I work here.” she says, extending her hand towards Eddie.
Taking her hand he shakes it slowly.
"I'm Eddie" he replies.
"So is there anything I can help you with?" Robin asks again.
"Uhh…D-do you have any books on ghosts, or umm..books on what happens after you die?" Eddie says hopefully.
"Fiction or non-fiction?" Robin asks with a smile.
"Um..non-fiction please." Eddie mumbles. He probably sounded crazy at this point.
Robin directs him towards the row of books on the shelf
“Here..These are all the books we have on life after death, ghosts and the like.” she said with a smile.
“So..Um..do you believe in ghosts?” Eddie asks tentatively, he had to ask, despite how crazy it made him sound.
“Well you don’t, until you do.”
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Eddie opened the door to his apartment and Robin followed in behind him.
“So this ghost you’ve been telling me about? Is she here with us right now?” Robin asks.
“What? The priest wasn’t enough for you? You had to bring in reinforcements? Who is this girl anyway?” you snarked, although you knew that Eddie was the only one who could hear you.
Ignoring your taunts Eddie turned his attention to Robin.
“Yeah. She’s here alright” Eddie uttered, clearly annoyed by your constant presence.
Eddie and you watched as Robin wandered around the room.
“I feel an energy,” she stated.
“Oh here we go..” you moaned with a roll of your eyes.
“Her energy is like..way hostile..she wants you to leave, and I think you should listen to her” Robin voiced.
“Actually..this girl’s got some good ideas, I like her.” you smirked, it was nice to have someone on your side for once, even if they couldn’t even see you.
“I’m not leaving, I’m paying the rent, I live here. She needs to leave.” Eddie complained. “Can’t you like..I don’t know..do something to make her leave? Like get her to walk into the light or whatever it is you’re supposed to do when you die.” Eddie said, directing that last bit to you. Although with Eddie being the only one who could see you, to Robin it looked like he was arguing with thin air.
“I told you, I’m not dead! Stop saying that!” you fought back.
“She’s not dead. Her aura’s way too strong for her to be dead.” Eddie rolled his eyes at Robin’s words. “..but your aura? Your aura is the darkest thing I've ever seen." Robin observed.
"What are you talking about? I'm fine." Eddie said all too quickly and defensively.
"If this is what your 'fine' looks like, I'd hate to see you at your worst' you scoffed. "You've left my house in a disgusting mess, drank numerous beers…come to think of it, I don’t think I've seen you drink water the whole time you've been here."
"Shut up! You think you know everything about me, don't you!" Eddie snapped at you, before turning to Robin and muttering out an apology.
"I think it's best if I just leave you alone." Robin said as she made her way out of the door. "Word of advice to the girl haunting this apartment, go easy on him. You're not the only thing that's haunting him."
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Week in Review
05/05/2024 – 05/11/2024
Sunday
Week 13 of missing Cipher Academy
I like the level of drama in Girl Meets Rock. It’s not too overblown, but it feels true to real life and how it can feel like life or death to teenagers. Ayame’s mean girl tendencies coming from a place of deep insecurity is understandable, but it’s still somewhat satisfying to see that blow up in her face. Koki is the real wildcard here, and he seems like he’s pretty serious about bucking common sense and going pro. Now that our true four girl band is coming into focus, I think the internal dynamics will be really fun and messy to watch unfold.
I’m really enjoying this new era of band animanga with some grit and actual drama to them – K-ON’s the original, of course, and Bandori’s been taking up the band girls anime helm for years, but with Bocchi and MyGO exploding and Girls Band Cry well on its way, it’s been interesting to see this new subgenre of anime really carve out its own niche. It almost kind of feels like a counter-cultural response to the onset of idol anime; whereas idols are polished and corporatized (yes, even school idols) and sing about the brilliance of youth and chasing your dreams, band girls feel more indie and self-made and more willing to delve into serious or depressing subject matter. Of course, there are idol anime that subvert their genre expectations (Zombieland), and ultimately both genres still bank on their characters being successful in chasing their dreams and making professional level music to sell CDs and make money for the corporations that own their licenses, but I’m talking more about the general cultural understanding of what these subgenres look and feel like. You’ll never find lyrics like Bocchi’s in a Love Live song, that’s for sure. (I’ve been watching Love Live trying to modernize their brand in recent years…and as a longtime Love Live fan I think they’re doing a bad job and I hate it lol)
Dandadan is fine, it’s fun to see the cop and Serpo team up, I suppose.
Aww everything’s coming together in Magilumiere, this really is the endgame, huh.
Chainsaw Man fine.
Monday
Hm
Tuesday
Listen I’ve just been touching too much grass and breathing too much fresh air. Went for a walk to the library today. Got an apple fritter. Life is good.
Wednesday
Ah
Thursday
DunMesh with a side of 水煮鱼 today. Izutsumi’s introduction is definitely as memorable as it is charming, as the group deal with this literal cat girl and her childish demands. Adding a new character to an established group can be a tricky thing to get right, and I think Kui does it with ease, introducing interesting new dynamics between Izutsumi and the rest of the group immediately. Trigger is also pulling their weight, simultaneously animating Izutsumi super cutely and elevating the horror vibes of the hag and the dream sequence. (Also I love that Chilchuck is the one to tuck both Marcille and Laios in…the way he shows that he cares in these tiny gestures…)
Since they announced the official date for the next Monogatari anime season, it’s time to get serious about binging Monogatari myself. I finally finished Nisemonogatari today, and I can definitely say that the season ended stronger than it started. The new characters are super intriguing, especially the blue-haired girl who I’ve been seeing on Twitter for years and years. I love her stilted way of speaking and her stupid little catchphrase, and I’m really looking forward to learning more about her. This whole “fake vs real” arc ended about where I expected, with Araragi asserting that Tsukihi is his little sister no matter what and the show proposing the idea that fakes are more real because they’re trying to be real. It’s a fine message, I suppose, but I guess it isn’t one that particularly compels me. I just don’t think we needed a whole anime season to come to this conclusion lol
Friday
Hung out with my friend today and checked out the new Dropout show, Smartypants. Powerpoint parties always seemed like a fun idea to me, as someone who loves being stupid esoteric and granular about stupid topics, so I was cautiously excited for this new show of theirs. Luckily it wasn’t awkward to watch, so I think this will be another Dropout show that I catch regularly. In terms of comedy it doesn’t seem like it will reach the heights of Make Some Noise or Game Changer, but it’s amusing enough to still be enjoyable. Of this first episode I liked Trapp’s presentation the most – it was funny with some reasonable arguments and a solid conclusion. Demi’s was also fun, but unfortunately Vic’s fell short a little for me. The history lesson was genuinely interesting, but I don’t think they had a strong enough hook and the complete lack of conclusion was kind of disappointing. But I like this format and how the presenters have to answer questions about their bullshit topic off the top of their heads afterwards. It’s a cute show.
Saturday
I watched the first episode of Nekomonogatari Black and it’s interesting how the vibes differ so greatly from Nisemonogatari. I don’t know when the two shows were made chronologically, but watching them back to back draws some interesting comparisons. The increase of non-anime-like faces is one thing, but I also feel like I understand Araragi’s psychology more in this episode than in the Karen Bee arc. Yeah, he’s still just a stupid horny teenager, but him flipping Hanekawa’s skirt to break the ice and to not treat her more preciously because she’s been abused is his weird roundabout and still self-serving way of being nice…I guess. We got rumblings of Hanekawa’s family situation in Bakemonogatari, so I’m excited to see it explored in full here.
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Roommates au, enemies to lovers, “you confuse me.” Supercorp obvs
“You’re a fucking liar.”
This is—objectively speaking—not the worst greeting Kara has ever received from her roommate, and so she takes it in stride. “Uh, hello to you…too,” Kara says slowly, silently running through a list of everything she could have done wrong to warrant such strong words.
But Lena does not offer any explanation; in fact, when she spots Kara in the doorway, she sends her a nasty glare as if Kara has said something wrong. “Don’t pretend you’re a saint in this matter, Lex,” Lena hisses, and only then does Kara notice the cell phone in Lena’s hands. “If I have to go and clean up your mess again…”
So it’s one of those days. Kara wisely shuts the door quietly behind her, and sneaks into the kitchen as Lena takes her argument into her room.
There is a list of chores pinned to the fridge—four black X’s cross out Lena’s, and Kara’s are underlined twice. They have a code, so as to avoid speaking to each other; X’s mean done, underlined means Kara you're a slob and a pain in the ass to live with. (All verbatim, by the way.)
The dishes, however, are not on Kara’s agenda at the moment. She instead takes the expensive whiskey hidden under the sink (that belongs to Alex, not that she has noticed it’s missing), and pours it into a glass with some ice. Then she whips out the ingredients for a stir fry, complete with every vegetable she had been saving for the potluck at work this weekend.
It is an unspoken rule that Lena will shut herself off into her room after this phone call is over. She does that every time her brother calls (and on occasion her mother), and Kara has picked up enough information about her roommate to know Lena will appreciate a hard drink and some food. She hasn’t said so or anything, but every time Kara knocks three times on the door and leaves a plate outside, it will re-emerge an hour later completely empty.
Lena’s voice grows louder despite the distance, and Kara turns on the stereo out of respect for her roommate's privacy. Lena hates the stereo and all it stands for; she argues it is outdated, and they have numerous pieces of technology that are less bulky and fully able to connect to radio stations. But Kara keeps it around anyway, because she still likes buying CD’s (and maybe to bother Lena, which is a bonus).
Blink-182 is playing on that alternative station Alex likes. Kara cranks it up as she cooks, singing under her breath as she sautes bell peppers and onions, ignoring the rumble of her stomach and the tight belt of her work pants still digging into her hips. “Say it ain’t so, I will not go,” she practically yells, poking her head into the fridge for the tofu that Lena always keeps. Kara personally won’t touch the stuff, but Lena is trying to eat less meat. It cuts up easily enough, even though Kara isn’t sure what the proper technique is.
She leaves the finished plate and drink outside after it’s done, rapping on Lena’s door in tune with The White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army,” and then finally has some dinner herself. Since the tofu is unappetizing, Kara stores the rest of the stir fry in a container for Lena to take for lunch, and opts for a sandwich. She eats while scrolling through her notifications (she owes Nia twenty bucks, and so far Nia has been clogging up her phone with Venmo requests all well over $500), and keeps the radio on just for background noise.
That’s probably why she doesn’t even notice when Lena approaches; Kara has barely begun to type a text to Nia swearing to bring some cash next time she visits when a sharp voice declares,
“You confuse me.”
Which. Is not at all what Kara expected from her usually empty kitchen. And, caught exceptionally off guard, she nearly falls off her chair. “What the—Lena,” she sputters, righting herself. Unfortunately, the crust of her sandwich is a casualty of the surprise, and she watches as it crumples devastatingly on the floor.
Lena is not half as concerned about the fate of her dinner, and she stalks forward to jab a finger at Kara’s chest. “You confuse me,” she repeats.
Kara blinks. Then blinks again. “Um, okay,” she says. “…why?”
A strange, strangled noise rises from Lena’s mouth, and she appears angrier than Kara has ever seen. (Well, except for that one time that Kara did laundry and flooded the apartment laundromat, which had other pissed off tenants leaving mean messages for two weeks straight). “Because,” angrier-than-usual Lena says, “you do shit like cook food for me and don’t even say anything.”
“What do you want me to say?” Kara frowns, not sure where this conversation is going. “If you want I can start saying ‘Hey Lena, I made dinner’ every time.”
“You and I don’t do dinner,” Lena says, and it sounds like an accusation. “Every time I get off the phone, you decide to leave food outside my door. Why? What on Earth compels you to do that?”
“Because you’re always upset afterwards,” Kara says slowly. “And I thought you could use some cheering up, or at least a drink.”
“Whiskey,” Lena notes. “It’s always whiskey. And it’s never a cheap brand.”
“Well, yeah,” Kara says, gesturing pointedly to Lena’s designer work clothes (that she never seems to be without; Kara’s not sure Lena even owns pajamas). “You would probably accuse me of poisoning you if I gave you anything less.”
Lena narrows her eyes. “You don’t owe me anything,” she says. “So whatever this is, you can stop it.”
“What do you mean, ‘whatever this is’?” Kara repeats incredulously. “I’m just being nice!”
“I never asked you to be ‘nice’!”
Kara exhales, and reminds herself that it is illegal to strangle people. Especially since she is Lena’s roommate, and will therefore be suspect #1. Kara has never been a violent person, but her roommate just manages to test her limits.
“Look,” Kara says patiently, “I give you my sister’s whiskey, and she doesn’t care because she is trying to give up drinking. And I’m not a frequent cook or anything, but I can still throw together a plate because I know you don’t cook at all. That’s it! I don’t have a hidden agenda, or some secret plot here. I’m just being friendly.”
“We are not friends, Kara Danvers,” Lena says. “And I know exactly what this is, even if you refuse to acknowledge it.”
God, what an insufferable—“Okay, know-it-all,” Kara says, instead of the ruder words echoing through her head. “What am I doing?”
Lena’s jaw clenches noticeably. “You pity me,” she accuses. “You look down at my relationship with my family, and—and I don’t want your sympathy, or your stupid food, anymore.”
“If you wanted me to back off, that’s fine,” Kara says, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “But I don’t pity you, or feel sorry for you. Heck, with your track record, I’d feel more sympathy for your family. They seem to be on the other end of some nasty phone calls.”
Lena’s expression darkens. “You don’t know my family.”
“I don’t know you very well, either,” Kara retorts, and she turns back to her phone where three new Venmo requests are waiting (two of them well in the thousands range; Nia must think she’s hilarious). “Message received, okay? I’ll leave you alone.”
At first, Kara assumes that's the end of it—assumes that Lena is going to stalk off, and leave a strongly worded post-it on the fridge later that night for Kara to wake up to. That has always been how their relationship works; they fight, reiterate how much they hate living together, and go right back to ignoring each other.
But Lena doesn't walk away. Instead she sighs, and at that unexpected sound Kara looks up just in time to catch Lena frowning. “I—” Lena begins, and then she pauses uncomfortably before getting the words out. “I'm...sorry. I have been having the worst day, and it’s—it’s rude of me to take it out on you.”
“Okay,” says Kara dumbly, because she’s not sure what to respond. Lena never apologizes. Ever. It’s about as rare as, well, Kara actually doing her chores on time. “Thanks?”
Lena bites her lip, glances away. “You’re welcome,” she says stiffly. And this time she leaves—leaves, and abandons the plate of food Kara left her on the edge of the table.
Kara looks down at her phone. There are ten texts waiting from Nia, and about double that of Venmo requests. But she can’t shake the feeling that she is forgetting something, and it’s more than a twenty dollar bill. “Wait,” she blurts out, “Lena. What—what does that mean? You were an asshole to me, and I was an asshole right back, so why are you apologizing?”
“Well, you are more than welcome to apologize too,” Lena says, pausing in the kitchen doorway. She has a quizzical expression on her face, a kind of raw confusion that Kara has never seen before. Without the sharp clenched jaw and the angry eyes, she’s…just a girl. A girl, with a nervous tic of wringing her fingers together. A girl, despite her guarded nature, who is gazing right back at Kara as if she has no right to.
“Do you want me to apologize to you?”
A beat. “Not really,” Lena says. “I don’t—want that. You’re right, you don’t know me. Or my family. We’re nothing to each other, and I can’t expect you to know how complicated my relationship with them is.”
“Still,” Kara says, and she scratches the back of her neck absentmindedly at the sudden flush of guilt that overtakes her. “I am sorry. It was rude of me to, um, say that. Like if your family is a bunch of serial killers, who am I to say you’re worse than that?”
Lena scrunches her nose in a manner that is sort of cute. “Serial killers? Really?”
Kara shrugs—aiming for casual—and really that just looks like attempting nonchalance when suddenly she’s consumed with thoughts about how pretty her roommate is. “Like you said,” she says, “I don’t know your family.”
And, surprisingly, all Lena does is smile. A real smile, the kind that Kara has never witnessed, barely soft and just kind enough. “They’re not,” she says, and unnecessarily clarifies, “serial killers.”
“That you know of,” Kara points out, and Lena’s cautious smile becomes something fuller. That is the only thing that gives Kara the courage to add, “So, now that we have covered the whole you’re not your family thing, are you really not going to have dinner? I cooked tofu for you and everything!”
“You didn’t have to,” Lena argues, because she is defensive to a fault. But she falters immediately after, and sighs again, albeit in a more mellowed tone. “What I meant to say is, I really don’t need you to keep cooking for me. I’m fine.”
“Well what if I want to cook for you?” Kara says, and that is her own fault: she is ready to argue to protect her (noble) intentions. “We don’t have to be friends, if it terrifies you that much—”
“It does not terrify me—”
“—but we can be friendly,” Kara offers, and it’s a testament to her newfound appreciation for her roommate that she manages to even make a sentence. “If you want.”
Lena tilts her head, considering, and this time when she smiles it is curious. “If you knew what I wanted, Kara Danvers,” she says, “your delicate sensibilities would blush to their roots.” And with that odd goodbye, she eventually takes her leave; however, she does take the plate of stir fry with her, so Kara guesses that means they’re on their way to being friendly, if anything.
#remember when quarantine started & i asked for prompts?#yeah u read that right a whole ass year ago?#well. uh. so this is embarrassing but-#supercorp#supergirl#i need a fic tag#proudlyunicorn
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Since the original character designs in IDW have become something of a hot topic, I thought I’d give a brief tier list in regards to how I’d rank the original characters based on design alone (cause you know none of them would be ranked highly in terms of characterization), and how well they can fit in relatively seamlessly with the game cast.
Starting from the top:
Jewel: I don’t have any real issues with her design, it’s cute enough. Maybe the beta design where she lacks a nose would have worked better for a beetle, but it’s no big deal to me. And her attire - both her pink suit and her beta dress - are both good, simple, and compliment her overall colour scheme.
Tangle: I’m fine with her being a lemur, I like her Ristar tail, and while grey might not seem like a suitable colour for a Sonic anthro, it’s usually... shaded vibrantly enough(?) for it to not matter, ala Shadow’s black fur. Her clothing is a little extra than the average character, but nothing too extreme, and not something that couldn’t be resolved with a minor edit or two.
Starline: He’s fine overall, and the elements I initially wasn’t keen on (the side hair and the Neo Metal Sonic-esque shoes), I’ve warmed up to. That said, you can tell what the inspiration for his design was, and I think the most obvious touches from that inspiration are the ones that I’d adjust.
Kit: As a water-themed fennec, he’s... fine. Whatever.
Lanolin: Her hairstyle is kind of stupid, and her clothing is less Sonic and more Kingdom Hearts Lite. The rest of her is alright, I guess.
Whisper: I feel like the basic idea with her design could work, but in execution she’s just a little too cluttered and too obvious Metal Gear Solid reference. There’s really not much point to the mask in particular, as well as her eyes shut gimmick, since she opens them for Muh Dramatic Moment all the time anyway.
Rough and Tumble: I guess there’s nothing technically wrong with their designs, for what kind of characters they’re supposed to be. But I really don’t care for either of them.
Belle: I know it’s probably meant to invoke Eggman’s stache, but the Sticks hairdo (or should I say Aika hairdo) does not look good on her. And her clown nose makes her "No one cares about me uwu” scenes unintentionally hilarious.
Surge: Everything about her design pisses me off, and not just because she’s transparently a Vagina Scourge. Stop making that stupid Twitch streamer grimace, you’re not Eggman. Stop using too much hair gel. Get a less puke shade of green. Give Aladdin his pants back.
Mimic: I acknowledge that an octopus must be one of the trickier species to turn into a compelling Sonic design, but Mimic just looks like a crusty echidna who’s waiting for the right moment to teleport behind you and tell you it’s Nothing Personnel, Kid.
Clutch: I forgot what he looked like.
#Opinion#Tangle the Lemur#Whisper the Wolf#Jewel the Beetle#Belle the Tinkerer#Lanolin the Sheep#Rough the Skunk#Tumble the Skunk#Mimic the Octopus#Dr. Starline#Clutch the Opossum#Surge the Tenrec#Kitsunami the Fennec#Sonic Character Designs
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