#there reached a point in that movie i had to pee so bad i was barely paying attention fr

[livvyofthelake]

also re: what i just said. that’s fr happening to paul and chani dune in a small way. i saw a tiktok the other day saying they had “friend chemistry” and that the kissing scenes were “awkward”. and frankly that person made me so mad i did consider deleting the app again. it doesn’t matter. anyway. the romance is not the center of that story ergo it did not even need to be huge and impressive. secondly the only reason you’re saying they had “friend chemistry” is because you are too obsessed with these actors personal lives to see any character they play as a character. you’re spidermanpilled. thirdly you’re a hater kys. when they make their debut in the timeless video remake then you’ll see 🙄 you could never understand their toxic divorce swag. some of us understood zendaya’s vision for that character…..

[swiftiolo]

Good Boy

Sub!Chris x Reader

Warnings: piss kink, mommy kink, smut

Word count: 1.8k

You and Chris are laying in bed cuddling and relaxing after a long day of going out for lunch, shopping, and going to see a movie. While getting your snacks before the movie, an idea dawned on you when you saw Chris get the largest size cup for his Pepsi.

You feel Chris’s arms unwrap from around your body as he gets up. “I need to pee, baby.”

“Mm mm,” you say, shaking your head, wrapping your arms around his waist pulling him back down onto the bed.

“What do you mean! I gotta pee!” he says with a slight smile, but lets you pull him back down. “No,” you say.

You take his hand and get off the bed, pulling him out of the room with you. You drag him downstairs, not trusting him to not sneak away to the bathroom while you’re gone, and you grab three bottles of water. You drag him back upstairs, him stumbling around behind you.

You bring him back into the bedroom and sit down with him on the side of the bed. You hand him one of the three bottles. “You’re gonna drink these,” you tell him. His jaw drops. “W-why would I drink all of that… if I already have to pee?”

You told Chris about your piss kink pretty early on in your relationship, about 2 years ago at this point. He was neither here nor there about it, but you guys had yet to actually do anything with it.

You take his head in your hand, and he leans into it. You rub his cheek with your thumb and he shuts his eyes, feeling relaxed by your touch. “Be a good boy and drink these for me.” Even with them closed, you can still see his eyes roll back when you call him a good boy. He opens his eyes and starts drinking the first bottle of water. “Good boy,” you tell him, watching him chug the first bottle and handing him the second. He chugs that one too, as well as the third.

After he finishes all the water he looks at you, a submissive glint in his eyes, along with puffy lips. “N-now what?” he asks. “Come here, baby,” you say, scooting yourself up to lean against the headboard and patting the spot next to you. He sits down next to you and you lay his head on your chest. “What do you want to watch?” you ask him, grabbing the remote. He looks up at you with a slight blush on his face, confused why you’re going to watch tv when he needs to pee so badly. “I don’t want to watch something, I need to pee,” he pouts. “No pouting, be a good boy,” you tell him. He immediately stops.

You turn on a random show but neither of you are really watching. It’s been about half an hour since Chris drank his water and he keeps moving around more and more as time passes, readjusting and trying to get comfortable. You put your hand on his thigh to stop him from moving around so much and he whines. “What was that, baby?” you ask him upon hearing the noise escape his lips. “I just really need to pee and everything in that area is so sensitive,” he says quietly, clearly embarrassed. You run your hand up and down his thigh to comfort him, but also to test his boundaries. He whines again as your hand reaches the top of his thigh. “S-stop,” he says shakily. You don’t. “Mm stop I’m gonna pee,” he begs. You stop.

A minute later you pat your lap. “Come sit on my lap, sweet boy.” You’re sitting with your legs straight out in front of you, your back still leaning against the headboard. He sits on your lap sideways, his legs and yours making an L shape.

“Hi beautiful boy,” you smile at him. He blushes. You take his hand in yours. “How are you doing?” you ask him with genuine curiosity, wanting to make sure he feels comfortable with all of this, as comfortable as he can be considering the circumstances. He’s looking down as he speaks, clearly to avoid making eye contact with you.

“Um, I’m okay. Need to pee really bad and it keeps getting worse,” he tells you. “You know,” you begin, “never once did I tell you that you can’t use the bathroom since you drank the water, did you realize that?” He shrugs. “This whole time you could’ve gone and you didn’t, and that’s what makes you such a good boy,” you explain to him. He blushes again, clearly enjoying the praise. You squeeze his hand to get his attention. “Look at me baby,” you demand. “Just lay here with me, okay?” He nods, laying his head on your chest, and you run your fingers through his hair.

No more than two or three minutes pass before he sits up suddenly. You see the crotch of his light gray sweatpants start to turn dark, the wet spot spreading faster and faster. Your eyes flick back and forth between there and his face, your jaw dropping slightly at the fact this is really happening, that he’s really pissing his pants right now.

You squeeze his hand again. “I’m right here baby, doing so good for me.” His face is bright red, you’ve never seen him blushing so badly, and his eyes are filled with tears. “Oh baby, what’s wrong?” you ask him when you see his teary eyes. The tears start falling. “M’so embarrassed…” he says quietly. “I couldn’t hold it anymore,” he explains to you, starting to cry harder. You cup his face with your free hand, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. “Nothing to be embarrassed about baby, I promise, okay?” He nods.

After what feels like forever, he mumbles out an “Um I’m done,” his voice barely above a whisper, unsure how to go about all of this. You look at his face and he’s still blushing deeply. “You did really good for me, baby, I’m so proud of you,” you tell him. That makes him smile. “R-really?” he asks you, surprised by your words considering you didn’t give him permission and it kind of just happened. “Yes, you’re such a good boy.” You happen to look down and you can see through his wet pants that he’s fully hard.

You can’t believe this is happening. You can’t believe he really pissed himself and you absolutely can’t believe he liked it, especially not this much. “Chris, baby,” you say. He looks at you wide eyed. Instead of asking him about it, you run your fingers over his clothed cock, from the tip up. He lets out a small moan and involuntarily bucks his hips up into your touch. “I’m sorry, mama…” he says. “No baby, don’t be sorry,” you tell him. “You really liked it?” He nods. “I can tell,” you smirk, eyeing the evidence. “I didn’t know that I would,” he starts to explain. “I um mostly liked you controlling me and calling me a good boy,” he tells you. “Hmm I don’t know if it was just that,” you tease. “Okay maybe I liked the rest of it too,” he smiles.

“Take these off, baby.” You grab at his waistband. He nods and jumps up off your lap quickly to pull them off, along with his underwear. While he does that you take off yours too and lay down. “Come here baby,” you say, opening your legs for him to lay between. He hurries over to you and lays in between your legs. You kiss him and run your fingers through his hair, pulling slightly, and he thrusts against you. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry. Don’t wanna be bad, it just feels good when you touch me,” he whines. You know how much he loves when you pull his hair. “It’s okay, baby,” you tell him. You open your legs a little wider and angle yourself for him to be able to slip in. “Go ahead, my sweet boy.” He kisses you again before pushing himself into you.

His thrusts are immediately fast and hard, not giving you even a second to adjust to his size. “Oh my god, Chris,” you breathily moan out. “M’sorry, mama, m’sorry. You feel so good, I can’t help it,” he whines. You pull him down into a kiss and he whimpers. “M’not gonna last I’m sorry,” he whines, his thrusts somehow getting even faster. You moan again, in both pleasure and pain. “That’s okay, baby,” you whisper, barely able to get the words out because of how much you’re feeling. His thrusts speed up even more then stop suddenly. You watch his face as he cums, eyes rolled back and mouth agape, and mixed with the noises he’s making you’ve never felt so needy for him. However, you don’t want to say anything about not cumming yourself, not wanting to embarrass him.

Before you can even give it a second thought his thrusts start up again, wetter and much faster than they were before. He’s crying tears of overstimulation and he’s a whining, whimpering mess. Your head is spinning, you feel incredible. “M-mama please cum… please. Need you to cum,” he whines loudly into your neck. “Please,” he moans, already feeling a second orgasm approaching. “I will, baby,” you tell him. “Doing so good for me.” You start to wonder how it’s even possible for him to be thrusting into you like this, but your thought is cut short when you feel him cum for a second time. Feeling him cum inside of you again sends you over the edge, you moan and grab his hair. His body goes limp and he falls on top of you.

You hold him tight, both of your chests heaving. “I love you so much, baby,” you tell him. “So much.” He manages to push himself up and kisses you. “I love you too. M’gonna pull out now.” You nod and you start to feel him pull out. He hisses in pain, clearly still feeling the overstimulation. “You’re okay, baby,” you encourage him, taking his hand and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. You feel all sorts of liquid spill out of you and Chris’ jaw drops slightly. “Fuck that’s hot,” he says in awe, a cocky smirk plastered across his sweaty, tear soaked face.

You go to the bathroom and clean yourself up, and bring back a wet washcloth to clean up Chris. You try to be gentle with him, knowing he’s probably still sensitive. You get back into bed with him and he lays his head on your chest, pulling you closer to him by your hips. “I really love you,” he says with his eyes closed, already half asleep. “I love you too, my sweet boy, you did so good for me.” He hums happily with a smile on his face.

A few minutes later, you think he’s fallen asleep but you hear him sigh and then whisper, “I need to pee…”

[cryptidsurveys]

Sunday, December 22nd, 2024.

when you wake up to pee at night, do you turn on the light?: I don't turn on my bedroom light, but I do turn on the bathroom light.

when was the last time you got a fresh box of crayons?: Probably not since I was a teenager.

what color is your favorite towel?: Pale pink.

do you know anyone’s phone number by heart?: I know my own number, my mom's and dad's numbers, our old house phone number, and my childhood friend Aurora's number.

do you wear hoodies?: Yep. I'm wearing one right now.

what was the last gift you gave someone?: I ordered an Ed Gorey calendar for my mom for Christmas but it hasn't arrived yet, and I'll be bringing an Oreo and Christmas M&M coffee cake to the animal shelter tomorrow (it's in the oven right now). Also, my mom gave me these absolutely adorable kitty measuring cups and spoons, as well as some tiny skillets. <3

do you cook on the stove at all, or just microwave: Only occasionally. I use the microwave much more frequently.

do you ever debate religion with your friends?: Oliver and I don't really talk about religion, but I just assume that they lean more toward atheism. My dad is the only person with whom I openly discuss the subject.

do you keep your shampoo in the shower or someplace else: I keep it in the shower.

something your mother said or did that shocked you: My mom told me at lunch today that she and my sibling are no longer in touch - at least for the time being, anyway. Apparently, they sent her some pretty nasty text messages out of the blue and she decided not to respond. She is hoping that they will reach out and apologize at some point, but who knows. I feel bad for her. I feel some level of "detached empathy" for my sibling as well because I know what it's like to be in deep emotional turmoil, but even so, it's no excuse for treating her that way and I hope she will set some strong boundaries going forward. I also sincerely hope that my sibling will get therapy one day because I know it sure as heck helped me resolve a lot of shit that was keeping me stuck and hurting the people around me. Trouble is...and this is just my assumption...but I don't think they see anything wrong with their behavior. Everyone else is the problem.

A song you play over and over and over when no one is around: There isn't one.

how many different homes have you live in: Two different homes, one apartment, and two duplexes.

did your mom go to college?: She went to a trade school. Not sure about the name.

If your best friend was a vegetable, what would they be?: I just sent them a message on IG so hopefully they will get back to me before I post this survey... Okay - verdict is in; they are CORN. They said it defines their whole personality. I was all, "can literally go through shit and come out whole," and they said, "I was going to say it has a lot more sugar in it than you would expect, but that works so much better." ;D

where is the best place you know to take a dog for a walk?: There's a neighborhood park not far from here. You could also take them for a walk at the Nature Center or the trail along the Arkansas River. There's a dog park on the south side of town as well if you're interested in that sort of thing.

are there any crazy sandwich combinations you like to eat?: Not really. They might not be common, but it's not like I'm out here creating edible crimes against humanity.

which food do you think you have the most cans of in your cupboard?: Beans.

Do you save fortunes from fortune cookies?: I've saved some of them.

are you offended when Christmas is spelled Xmas?: No.

where do you put your keys when you come home?: I put them in the drawer under the counter with the microwave.

what is your favorite movie theater snack or candy?: Popcorn, chocolate, pretzel bites, nachos.

do you prefer rugs or bare floors?: Carpets and rugs are cozy, but they're also pretty gross. If I had my choice, then I would have hardwood flooring.

describe your favorite mug or glass to drink from?: My Christmas kitty mug. I realized the other day that it is not, in fact, a calico cat. It's white with tan spots only. I also recently purchased a gift set that had a couple of mugs in it; they're pine green on the inside, white on the outside, and decorated with pinecones and (I believe) sprigs of holly.

if you needed a pair of scissors now, could you find them in 5 minutes?: Yeah. There's a pair in the kitchen.

If your bestie said your significant other is a douche, what would you say: I'm not in a relationship, but I would definitely take their assessment seriously.

your favorite app on your phone: Youtube.

your bad habit that you love the most: Smoking.

invent a pop tart flavor: Marshmallow and sweet potato. "A marshmallow and sweet potato poptart would be a pastry similar to a traditional poptart, but with a filling made from mashed sweet potato, likely sweetened with a bit of brown sugar or cinnamon, and topped with a layer of melted marshmallow on the inside before being sealed and baked, creating a sweet and gooey flavor profile reminiscent of the classic Thanksgiving side dish of sweet potato with marshmallows." Thanks, Google AI, for bringing my vision to life.

do you name your pets after tv/movie/book characters: No.

[hopefulqueer]

Solitude, Solifugids, and the Ten Percent Chance

(Author's note: this is about despair and radical hope and you are not alone, there's bugs. Please note that this story contains content involving heavily implied suicidal intentions and serious illness. Also, more than heavily implied bugs.)

A cloud of dust billowed up behind my car, tinging the blue desert sky with orange. It left a trail off into the distance, back towards civilization, getting fainter and more spread out and less easily detectable the further back I looked. I once heard a guest lecturer who studied theoretical physics say that no information in the universe could ever be truly destroyed. A drop of ink mixed into a pool of water might seem uniform and untraceable, but the movement of each molecule held the proof of what came before it. In that way, the motion of every particle that had ever existed could, in theory, be traced all the way back to the beginning of time. My dust cloud would eventually disappear to the naked eye, but once those particles had been disturbed, there was no going back.

My destination appeared as a tiny black dot on the flat horizon. There were very few man-made structures in this barren landscape in Eastern Oregon. This tiny church, lovingly built by pioneers on the Oregon Trail who thought it was their God-given right to take and take and take and leave their fingerprints on every corner of the planet, was the exception. This place had already been desecrated. I wouldn’t be staining anywhere new.

I pulled off the highway and onto the dead, scrubby grass and sand and rocks that surrounded the little stone building for miles in every direction. The ground crunched and groaned under my wheels. When I turned the key to kill the engine, something deep and powerful struck my ears.

Silence.

I got out of the car. The door slamming behind me was like a gunshot into the still air. A real gunshot might be even louder. I’d find out soon enough.

Apart from the occasional creaks as the heat in my car dissipated and it settled, my breathing was the only human sound for dozens of miles. I knew that there was no such thing as real silence in a city, but experiencing it like this for the first time still came as a shock. It was like putting on the best pair of noise-canceling headphones ever invented and then some. People were throwing away so much money to develop better and better technology. All that was ever going to do was add more noise to the world. Pointless. Arrogant.

Speaking of arrogance, an American flag hung limp, dusty, and tattered on a metal pole next to the church. That wasn’t part of what the original settlers had left behind. Somebody else had come along over a hundred years later and decided it was a good idea to put a flag there like a mark of pride, like an animal peeing on the scratches it left in a tree, like the church wasn’t bad enough. I opened my mouth and I screamed.

“There’s no one to hear you scream” is always that point in a horror movie where the character knows that they’re well and truly fucked. My piercing, wordless scream rose up and was lost into the hot, dry air. If a man screams in the desert and nobody’s around, is he really dying?

It felt like something was reaching down into me and tearing that cry out. Its claws ripped through my stomach and slit my throat, and the scream just kept pouring out of me like blood and smoke and water.

I was on all fours without remembering how I got there by the time I ran out of breath. My palms were stinging from pieces of gravel that had embedded themselves into my skin. I pulled dust and heat and oxygen into my lungs and stared down at my hands with dry eyes and a little bit of saliva on my lips. My body heaved into the returning silence. How long would it take someone to find me? A few hours? A day or so? A week? This dirt road was so infrequently traveled that scrappy little leafy plants were growing up around the wheel ruts. I wondered if I should walk further out into the desert and make life more difficult for somebody. I could make my impact just a little bigger, a little deeper. It felt unrealistic to me at that moment that more people didn't go missing. It was unbearably tempting, and there was just so much space out there to become lost in. This was more space than I had ever seen in my life. Why had it taken this to get me out further than a couple of hours from where I had been born? I'd never thought of myself as a coward before, or a shut-in, or even particularly sheltered. Now I was looking back at my life with this horrible fresh perspective and realizing how pathetic I had always been.

A gust of wind blew more dust into my face and I blinked hard to keep it out of my eyes. The sudden sound of a rhythmic dull tapping sent a burst of fear ricocheting through my body. It sounded so much like quick footsteps that I sprang to my feet and whipped around to look back over my shoulder, certain that I would see another person there. A reasonable thought would have been that it was a hiker, maybe, or a hitchhiker. But I had a strange expectation that they would be wearing the clothes of an Oregon Trail settler, or a pre-colonial Native American. I didn't believe in ghosts and I never had. Even so, when I heard that sound, I knew with every fiber of my being that there was a ghost behind me.

There wasn't any ghost. The ragged, faded American flag had caught the wind and was up and blowing, flapping and fluttering against itself. Some metal on its tether hit the flagpole and chimed weakly like a bell. 

I put a hand to my chest, actually shaking with adrenaline. Trying to get rid of some of that nervous energy, I kicked a rock that was a little too big to kick. It sent a shooting pain up through one of my middle toes and the rock only skidded along for a yard or two.

As I began to curse and hop on one foot, something on the ground caught my eye. In the dark leftover shadow where the rock had been, something was moving. A spider, or something like a spider, scuttled a few inches and froze in the sudden sunlight. I had disturbed its hiding spot.

I felt the need to get a closer look. I only knew a little about spiders and bugs. They had never captured my interest like the bigger animals had when I was a kid. I had always been enchanted by whales and dolphins and sharks and giant squid. This little thing, though, two inches long and tan and leggy with oversized mouthparts, was just as strange and alien as any deep-sea fish I'd seen in a documentary. I kneeled down and let my shadow fall over it. It tensed, and I leaned down closer.

Its body was a bit dull and its head shone a brighter orange. The shape of its abdomen was unlike any spider I had ever seen, bulbous and elongated at the same time. It had eight legs, like a spider, plus those long feeler-type ones in the front. As far as I could tell, it only had two little black eyes on top of its almost teardrop shaped face. 

I couldn't move. I was entranced with this odd thing. My eyes traced the gradient of colors down its long legs. I noted the hairs bristling out of it and the creases separating the segments on its back. It was beautiful. Beautiful.

As if finally recovering from the shock of having its home kicked away from above it, it darted off into a nearby bush almost faster than I could track it. With the spell broken, I sat back on my heels and sighed.

How long did a little creature like that live? A year or two? And how many of the babies of this species would live to whatever passed for a ripe old age? How many would live a full life, a full year? Less than ten percent, I was almost certain. 

Less than a ten percent chance to live out the year. It had resonated in my chest as such a hopeless figure when I drove out here. But that strange arachnid was so alive. It didn't know its odds and so it kept living, and because it kept living, it was still alive. It all seemed so simple now. That information, like all information in the universe, would never be undone.

[fuwaprince]

Wishing I had it in me to beg for support/help but I keep telling myself I don't deserve it. Also just don't have it in me to beg rn...

I'm about to vent about some shit so read at your own risk. This guy who fantasizes about me as his (and concerningly makes decisions based on these fantasies) is the only person irl reaching out rn and his obvious advancements/self-centered motives kind of... makes it hard to call him the friend he claims to be to me

I told him not to help me if it's just to coerce me into being his gf or for sex, he said it's not like that by insisting that he genuinely cares 🙄 then he gets all pouty and passive aggressive when I don't let him do whatever the hell he wants to me.

I don't want to be rude whenever uncool things happen so I just act chill while sternly and irritatedly saying stop most of the time. He justs asks "Why huh?" in a clearly frustrated way, repeatedly. He'll insist I look like I like it so my answer ("BECAUSE.") somehow isn't reason enough for his ill logic. Despite my disapproving face and me saying "stop" and "no!" and "don't make me grab a fly swatter". Kind of disgustingly disrespectful if that's how you'd treat the person you wish would be your wife.

I was so guilty when I was homeless and I was so desperate for a place to shower that I RELUCTANTLY and CONDITIONALLY accepted his help and came over to his house knowing how he felt. His mom yelled at me for not having sex with him or dating him and being a "bad woman" (LITERALLY I get I hurt her sons feelings by not fucking him and he probably cried about it but LITERALLY OMG) the morning after I had spent the night... and he didn't even TRY stop her, he just watched... He let her falsely imprison me to further verbally abuse me when I tried to leave and didn't help when I pointed it out.

I still accepted his offer for a hotel after. A lot of this was out of desperation. Could you imagine having sex with somebody purely because you felt unspoken obligation/pressure/expectation? I don't even like letting him steal kisses from me. I say let him like I allowed it but the only thing I let him do is live afterwards. He doesn't give a fuck about me as a human being.

He's asking if he can take me to see Barbie now and is so persistent. I would honestly love to see it but I've been depressed all day. I haven't eaten. Haven't showered or managed to brush my teeth. No water. My dried blood is still underneath my nails from nervously digging throughout a difficult day. He knows this. He doesn't care...

He just wants to offer me a pink shake to share so that he can fantasize about me being his gf and take pics. A real friend would just get me my own damn shake and fries and we'd be fine with or without Barbie.

I suspect that he just wants to touch me in the middle of the theater. I can't say this for a fact but I know that's what he always talks about when it comes to him wanting to watch a movie.... And he never keeps his hands to himself at least with me... Barbie is supposed to heal my inner child!!!! He knows how badly I wanted to see Barbie and feel Kenough. He knows I wouldn't leave in the middle of it, not even to pee. Now I just feel like he's dangling what he knows I won't have otherwise so that he can use it as an excuse for a "date" even though he's fucking fantasizing it because it's literally NOT a date.

I don't want him to ruin Barbie. I'm just sad.

[tetsunabouquet]

Alright, considering the massive heat of the past weekend, I decided to wait and planned to go see it before my radiology appointment. I just did. I definitely enjoyed the movie! Enough that I'd actually want to go to the cinema again as my radiology appointment required a full bladder and not peeing for two hours. I was nearly crying from bladder pain when the end credits were rolling. But it was also just genuinely worth the re-watch. I do not get some of the criticism this movie has gotten. Did the movie suffer from a bad trailer and a lack of marketing? Absolutely, but it was still a pretty good kids movie that fully understood the assignment. Like, one of the criticism this movie has unfairly gotten was that outside the Kraken kingdom the ocean looked even more soulles then the Little Mermaid live action. Let me tell you why this is an completely unfair comparison: The underwater world also has plenty of 'landscapes' as you will, and both stories, take place in DIFFERENT 'landscapes'. A common re-occuring 'landscape' in the underwater world of Ruby Gillman, is a scene that takes place on the bottom of the sea, and presumably pretty far from shore. These places are SUPPOSED to be bleak, dark and soulless. Because it's so deep, sunlight won't reach the bottom at all. It's the coldest, darkest place of the sea/ocean and there aren't a lot of fish recorded living there. Only a handful of small life and scary fish species like the anglerfish, are reported to be found in places like that. If you've ever seen a couple of Spongebob episodes, remember that one where Spongebob and Patrick hop on a bus, and it takes them away from Bikini Bottom to this darker, almost scary part of the ocean? Yeah, that dark place is supposed to be where the most common underwater setting takes place. How on earth can you criticize the bottom of the ocean for looking like the bottom of the ocean?! The Little Mermaid on the other hand, is upposed to be taking place in the Bikini Bottom area. In the novel by Hans Christian Andersen, he literally describes their palace roof of having shells that open and close, and these shells are actually semi-above water! That is how close the Mermaid palace actually is to the surface. The Little Mermaid takes place, in the bright part of the sea/ocean which the animated movie reflected. The live-action on the other hand, literally needs a rivalling movie taking place at the oceanfloor to be considered 'bright'. Yikes. I'd almost suspect the critics to be paid by Disney at this point, for how much negative comparison this movie gets to the live-action whilst most of their criticism isn't well-thought out at all. I mean, I can debunk their criticism with a Spongebob analogy for crying out loud. That's how low their level of intelligence is. Anyways, Ruby understood the assignment. Whilst I watched the Dutch dubbed version, the dialogue definitely had some lines that I found iconic (Chelsea really is an icon, just as I hoped). I also enjoyed the music. I mean, a fight sequence with BLACKPINK as the soundtrack?! This movie knows how to slay.

I cannot wait to see Ruby Gillman: Teenage Kraken no matter the mixed reviews and numerous spoilers. I'm thinking of going this weekend to the cinema. This, is for a very important reason:

Chelsea Van Der Zee, is the reason. When I initially saw pictures of her, I was hyped to see how DreamWorks is going to poke fun at the live-action remakes. Because come on, production of this movie started 2 years after the announcement of the live-action Little Mermaid. BUT, there is another layer to the parody of her character that will fly over most people's heads: She's a Dutch mermaid. Her faux-Dutch last name is a proper sounding Dutch surname, it doesn't falls into the pitfalls of writing it as Vanderzee, and whilst on the nose it's a well-constructed surname. Like, the people who created her last name were aware of HOW our surnames were constructed and didn't end up creating a non-realistic surname that simply sounds Dutch like Gossip Girl did. I remember trying to playback a moment in the trailer several times, when Chelsea confronted Ruby about being a kraken in the trailer, she says a word at the end that I couldn't place and no matter how many times I rewinded it I didn't understood what she said. Until I came across the scripted version of the quote yesterday; “I know your secret. You're a kraken, hiding as a human. And soon, everyone will know the truth. Kusjes!” Kusjes is horribly butchered, but it's Dutch for 'kisses' and we actually do use that and XOXO, just like English speakers do so the usage of Dutch that I have seen so far is correct. Now, I have actually seen people speculate she's Dutch because of That's So Raven, but as a Dutch person myself I see it from a different angle: There's a phenomenon I like to call the 'Dutch Default'. Historically, the English had difficulties recognizing which Germanic speaking culture was which. You can even see this reflected in our English name, 'Dutch', when that's how the Germans refer to themselves, as the Deutsch. We calls ourselves Nederlanders in our tongue. Pennsylvanian Dutch? I was told the area was mostly Swedish. I can continue with examples. Whilst I noticed the UK has became a little better educated about the topic, this is still perpetuated by Americans to this day. When The Little Mermaid live action was announced, there were various people who actually confused us for the Danish. Some were harmless comments like calling the novel Dutch instead of a Danish novel. Others were not. When there were Danish people speaking on social media about how disappointed they were with how Disney treats one of their national symbols, there were hate comments from people defending The Little Mermaid, but various were directed at the Dutch because Americans were too lazy to even Google which culture they are hurling insults too. This, was all taking place during the production of Ruby Gillman. Now, how likely is it that Chelsea is a Dutch mermaid because of That's So Raven, and how likely do you think DreamWorks noticed Twitter and decided to use the Dutch Default as another layer to the parody of Chelsea's character? Because it's not like the entirety of Hollywood seems to be unaware of this phenomenon. The Umbrella Academy S2, actually has this scene with the Swedish brothers being called Dutch even though the characters were already told they were Swedish, and Five corrects them like, "No, they're Swedish." Paired with how Luther shouts at innocent Olga through the phone, it gives a perfect portrayal of how clueless Americans are about foreign cultures. There are people in Hollywood who do notice how little Americans know about other cultures and will harass innocent people on false misconceptions. For DreamWorks to poke fun at Twitter wars for doing so, makes me love Chelsea Van Der Zee.

If I ever see one of those stupid Americans again because this whole drama isn't completely over yet, I will summon Chelsea to drown them to the bottom of the Ocean.

[jerzwriter]

Off the Beaten Path

Book:                   Open Heart

Pairing:                Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee)

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            Fluff

Summary:   Getting stuck in traffic on the way back to Boston teaches Ethan that sometimes detours are the best things of all.

Words: 813

A/N: Day 7 of @creativepromptsforwriting 's 30-Day Writing Challenge: Use the words: small town, bar, jukebox. Also participating in @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 13 - It's sort of Sunny and Grump :)

Ethan x Kaycee Masterlist 30-Day Writing Challenge Masterlist

It was a late August afternoon, and Ethan and Kaycee found themselves driving on a country road somewhere in Pennsylvania. Ethan decided to get off the highway to avoid traffic some time ago, even though Kaycee told him they were bound to lose their GPS signal. But why should he listen to the Pennsylvania native? Now, she was doing all she could to suppress her giggling as she watched him coming undone.

“Siri! Get us back to I-95!!!!”

His exasperation was compounding as he yelled at the robotic device for the umpteenth time.

“One second….”

His hands clenched around the leather of the steering wheel, his knuckles almost white.

“Still searching….”

“Oh, this thing is….” a trail of barely intelligible curses followed.

“I’m sorry, nothing was found; please try again later.”

Kaycee turned away from him as he palmed the wheel, unable to contain herself anymore.

“And what, exactly, do you find so amusing?” He growled, attempting to prove something (though no one knew what); he tried to stay angry. But it wasn’t an easy task when she was so adorable.  

“There’s no GPS signal. I told you it would happen, and Siri’s told you four times. So, who is the foolish one here?” She grinned.

“Is it wrong that I expect things to work as they’re meant to?”

“No, but things aren’t always within our control,” she shrugged. “Besides, it’s nice to get off the beaten path sometimes. You never know what you find.”

“Really? What exactly should I be looking for.”

“A place to eat! I’m starving!”

“There are granola bars in the glove compartment.”

Kaycee rolled her eyes so hard she thought he might hear them. “I also have to pee. So granola bars aren’t going to help me.”

 “You’re impossible,” he chuckled through a good-natured sigh.

“Yes. I’m so sorry you have an eating, peeing girlfriend, Ethan,” she teased. “Clearly, you settled. Now, why don’t we go there?” She pointed to a little ramshackle building in the distance. “that place looks good.”

“Good?” He questioned. “Besides, it’s a bar.”

“Bar and GRILL, Ethan. You’re not in Boston anymore. Now pull over; I’m sure it will do fine.”

~~~~

The dimly lit, one-room dive looked like something out of a honky tonk movie, and while Kaycee looked intrigued, Ethan was aghast.

“Stop acting like you’re from the Brahmin, Ramsey,” she laughed, taking his arm. “I know where you grew up.”

“Fine,” he said, slipping into the wooden booth. “But it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a place like this.”

“It’s not so bad,” she shrugged. “Kind of takes me back to my childhood.”

“Kaycee… you grew up in Philadelphia.”

“Yes, but you forget, I spent summers with my grandparents on their farm, and they lived in a small town just like this.”

“I forget you’re so diversified,” he smiled.

“The best way to be!”

Fifteen minutes later, Ethan groaned with delight as he bit into a juicy cheeseburger.

“Still wish you were back on I-95?” Kaycee mocked.

“This is the best burger I’ve ever had!”

“Hmmm… and at a fraction of the price we’d pay in Boston. Sometimes we have to be happy that life takes us to unexpected places.”

His face softened as he reached over to wipe a bit of ketchup from her chin.

“You think I would have learned that lesson by now. I mean, look at us.”

“Exactly,” she beamed. “Look at us.”

When the meal was over, Ethan was no longer in a hurry to get back on the road, and Kaycee had the perfect solution.

“Let’s drop some dimes in the jukebox, and we can dance a little to work off the burgers.”

“Dance?” he asked, looking at her as if she had two heads.

“Yes, that thing we do with our feet….”

“I know what dancing is, Rookie! I just don’t know if I know how to do the kind of dancing one does here.”

Once again, she rolled her eyes as she grabbed her wallet from her purse. “It’s a two-step, love. If you managed to graduate med school, I think you can pick this up relatively easily.”

“Totally different skillset required.”

He startled when Kaycee fell into his lap, throwing her hands around his neck and lavishing him with kisses. 

“Dr. Ramsey, haven’t I proven the point already? Live a little. God, you’re so lucky you found me. I hate to think of what a boring old man you would have grown to be.”

“Hmm… and now you’re just aging me rapidly instead.”

“And that’s why we’re going to two-step,” she winked, taking his hand and leading him to the dance floor. “Keeping those joint limber… for other things.”

He let out a snort with an impish grin adorning his face. “You know what, I’ll agree with you on one thing. I sure am lucky I met you.”

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[atths--twice]

Hadn’t had plans to write anything, but sometimes the muse decides for you. A little bit of on the run fluff for this Thanksgiving weekend. I hope you enjoy it. ❤️

Thanksgiving On The Run

Spending time on the run, sometimes the days blur together and holidays sneak up surprisingly. It’s what’s done with the day when it’s realized that matters.

November 2002

Scully’s soft breathing was all Mulder heard until the first raindrops began to hit the top of their car. He listened as he tried to pinpoint the exact spots where each one would fall next, smiling when he got it right.

“Hmm,” she hummed, before breathing deeply. He turned his head to watch her sleeping as thunder rumbled far in the distance.

It was still dark, too early to be awake really, but he had never been one with a normal sleep pattern. The mornings like these, when they were sleeping in the car and not a nondescript roadside motel, he tried his best to stay still and quiet, allowing her to sleep longer.

He mentally reviewed old cases, thought of baseball games, books he had read or was currently reading, movies he had seen… anything to keep him from rising and starting the day too soon.

“Hmm,” she hummed again, stirring slightly and then burrowing into her pillow. He smiled as he watched her, glad she could sleep well in the somewhat small space provided in the back of their suv.

Well, small for me anyway, he thought with a silent chuckle, knowing her petite frame fit just fine.

They traveled light and precise. Everything in the car served a function and transferring from daily driving to nighttime sleeping had been done so often, it was like a well rehearsed dance at this point. It was not the best night's sleep, but they did what they could to make it comfortable with soft pads, blankets, and pillows.

The sky lit up and thunder rumbled seconds later, rain now falling faster and heavier.

“Hmm, it’s… hmm,” she said in her sleep, turning over and moving closer to him, a leg hooking over his before she sighed and let out a long breath.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head towards hers, attempting to fall back to sleep.

Loud thunder startled him and he opened his eyes to find that he had been successful in sleeping again, as the sky was now beginning to lighten.

Scully moaned and hummed, moving more and reaching out to wrap an arm around him.

“It’s raining,” she breathed and he smiled softly.

“It is,” he answered and she whined.

“I don’t want it to be raining,” she whined and he laughed quietly.

“It’s not like we have any place to be,” he said and she made a disapproving noise.

“I have to pee so bad,” she whined again and he laughed, rubbing her arm to remove any possible sting from his laughter.

“We have the umbrellas,” he stated. “I can hold one for you.”

“It won’t matter. Listen to how hard it’s raining. I’ll be wet with or without it.”

“We both will if you don’t go outside,” he teased and she groaned, pushing even closer to him.

“It’s gonna be so cold,” she said. “And wet. Mulllllderrrr…”

He laughed and kissed the top of her head, rubbing her back and nodding.

“You can stay back here and keep warm. It’s not far to town and the windows are tinted enough to hide that you’re disobeying the seatbelt law.”

“I like the way you think,” she said, nuzzling closer to him and kissing his chest.

“I’m sure you do,” he said, laughing softly again and closing his eyes, thunder cracking close by.

“I thought we were going,” she said and he opened his eyes.

“Oh! Right now?”

“Yes. I really need to pee,” she said and he nodded, pulling the blankets off of himself and covering her back up as he grabbed his sweatshirt, then maneuvered around to get to the front seat.

“McDonald’s okay?” he asked, yawning and stretching before starting the car with a shiver as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head.

“Yeah, that will be fine.”

He yawned and nodded, driving from their secluded spot off the road and back toward the little town they had passed through last night.

Pulling into the parking lot of McDonald’s, he shut off the car and looked back at her in the rearview mirror. She blinked as she sat up and looked around, her hair tousled. He smiled as she turned and met his eyes in the mirror.

“My shoes are on the front seat.”

“I know.”

“Can you bring them to me?”

“I can.”

“Will you please?”

“Of course, babe,” he teased and she grumbled.

“Still not sure about that nickname,” she said, moving out of the blankets and yawning, as she put on her zip up jacket.

“Why I keep trying,” he said, reaching behind the passenger seat for the large umbrella. “One day you’ll accept it without a grumble.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, smoothing her hair into a messy ponytail. “We’ll see about that. Shoes please, Mulder. I really need to go.”

“On my way, dear,” he said, grabbing her shoes and his own.

“Pushing your luck there, Fox,” she said and he laughed as he opened the car door and then the umbrella.

Sliding his shoes on, he closed the door and walked to the back of the car, the rain falling hard against the umbrella. Opening the back door, she frowned and shivered as it lifted and he handed her her shoes.

When she was ready, they locked the car and walked close together under the umbrella, avoiding the puddles whenever possible.

Using the bathroom, he came out first and got in line to get them coffee and some breakfast. She came out soon after, still looking sleepy.

“Got some food coming. And coffee.”

“Good.”

They sat down to wait and he watched her rolling her neck and rubbing at her shoulders.

“You okay?”

“Hmm, yeah,” she hummed with a nod. “Though I think I would like to find a motel tonight. With a real bed? And a toilet we don’t have to drive to?”

“Yeah. I think we could do that,” he said with a smile, looking around and noticing the decorations adorning the walls. “Hey, Scully, is it… I think it might be Thanksgiving.”

She too looked around and then let out a deep sigh.

“I think you might be right,” she said quietly and he looked at her as their food was set down, the woman smiling at them.

“Excuse me? Is it Thanksgiving today?”

“Yes, it is. Happy Thanksgiving to both of you.” She nodded and walked away, leaving them staring at each other.

“Let’s get that motel room,” he said, smiling softly at her and she nodded, but did not smile back. “For a couple of days.”

“I’d like that,” she said, grasping his hand and nodding.

The rain was falling even harder when they left and drove to a small motel, checking in under an alias. They brought in only what was vital, planning to get the rest later, and then she announced she was going to take a shower. He watched her face as she walked past him and he saw the sadness etched upon it.

Once she was in the shower, he left to ask the young woman at the reservation desk if there were any restaurants in the area that were open and offering Thanksgiving meals. She smiled and told him of a couple, finding the numbers for him and writing them down.

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”

“Your wife likes Thanksgiving?”

“She… she does,” he said, not correcting her. He nodded as he thought of Scully, knowing that she missed her family, and would be especially now as she knew today was a holiday. “Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome.”

He hurried through the rain and came back into the room, thankfully finding that Scully was still in the shower. He called the two restaurants and the second told him they had one reservation available at three.

“Perfect. The name’s Byers. See you then.”

Hanging up, he smiled.

_________

The torrential rain stopped midday, and when it had, he suggested they take a drive through town for something to do instead of staring at the motel walls.

Discovering there was a botanical garden, he looked at her and she smiled with a nod.

Taking their time, walking through the garden and admiring the flowers, they learned there was also a butterfly enclosure.

Almost as soon as they entered, a blue butterfly landed on Scully’s shoulder much to her surprise. Her eyes were shining when she looked at him.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered and he nodded in agreement, wishing he had a camera to take a picture of her, as its wings opened and closed slowly. “I don’t want to move in case it decides to fly away.”

But it did not fly away, despite her eventually walking around the rest of the enclosure. It stayed on her shoulder until just before they left, flying away as if it knew it was time to go.

“Blue butterflies represent love, happiness, and often new beginnings,” a patron of the garden said at the door of the enclosure. “I saw that one stayed on you for quite awhile. I’d say it means you were due for all three, if you're not already experiencing them.”

She smiled and Scully nodded, biting her lip as she glanced at Mulder. He smiled gently at her and then thanked the woman as they walked through the door. Scully threaded her arm through his and let out a shaky breath.

“New beginnings,” she said quietly. “Love and happiness.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, kissing the top of her head.

“I love you,” she whispered and he stopped walking to look at her, cupping her cheek in his hand.

“I love you too,” he said, searching her eyes. “And… you’re happy?”

“What?” she asked, frowning as she reached for his other hand.

“Are you happy here? With me?”

“Mulder…”

“Sleeping in cars and rundown motel rooms? You’re happy?” he asked, hating himself for the way they were now forced to live.

“Mulder,” she breathed, stepping closer to him, his hand dropping from her face. “Of course I am. There’s nowhere else I would want to be.”

“Even on days like today? Away from your family and traditions you’ve always celebrated?” he asked, unable to meet her eyes as he shook his head.

“Yes,” she said forcefully.

He raised his head and she placed her hands on his face, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs.

“Even on days like today,” she whispered.

“You’re sure?” he whispered back, holding her wrists, his thumbs brushing softly as he leaned into her touch.

“Without a doubt,” she said. “There was never another option, Mulder. Not for a very long time.”

“I love you so much,” he whispered, kissing her softly, her hands moving from his face to his neck, her fingernails scratching gently.

“I love you too,” she said, pulling back and resting her forehead against his, her nails still scratching softly. “Especially on days like this.”

“Scully,” he breathed and pulled her to him, holding her tightly.

“I’m serious,” she whispered. “Yes, I miss my family. My mother. But you, Mulder… If I was home, knowing you were out in the world alone… that ache would not be able to be healed. If my day’s worries revolved around what I would be bringing as a side dish to dinner, and if you were okay… Mulder…” She exhaled and shook her head against his shoulder. “I couldn’t bear it.”

“Scully,” he said again, fighting back sudden tears.

“You are my family. Just as much, if not more, than my own… no, it’s definitely more. Cars, rundown motels, wherever we are, my place is here with you.”

He could not speak, so he simply held her, closing his eyes and breathing in her comforting scent.

Attention please- the gardens will be closing in fifteen minutes. Please make your way to the exits. Thank you for visiting us today and please come back soon.

“We better get going,” she said and he nodded.

Pulling back, he kissed her again. Taking her hand and smiling softly, she nodded and they headed toward the exit.

“Wait. Gift shop,” she said, tugging on his hand and pulling him inside.

Not many people were in the small room, affording them a chance to look around without feeling too crowded. He picked up a couple of postcards and a magnet, something they had been doing lately to keep track of where they had been.

Looking to his left, he saw Scully coming toward him and he smiled at the item she held in her hands: a small, stuffed blue butterfly that looked exactly like the one that had landed on her shoulder. She raised her eyebrows in a silent question and he nodded.

Their items paid for, they left the gardens. He put the ones he had chosen into a backpack and she laid her butterfly on the dashboard.

“Love, happiness, and new beginnings,” she said softly and then let out a sigh. Catching his eye, she gave him a small smile and a nod and he nodded back.

Passing the motel and pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant a few minutes later, she looked at him quizzically. He grinned as he got out of the car and hurried around to open her door.

“We may no longer have the means to create our own meal, but thankfully there are restaurants out there, catering to people like us- wayward travelers or folks who don’t want the hassle of cooking.”

“I’m sure we’d need to have a reservation or something, Mulder,” she said, not getting out of the car. “We can’t just show up and expect to partake in their thought out cooking plans.”

“We have one.”

“What?”

“While you were in the shower, I called around and found a place offering thanksgiving meals.” He smiled and she stared at him.

“Really?”

“Really.”

She hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out, wrapping her arms around his waist. He hugged her back, kissing the top of her head.

“Thank you,” she whispered and he hummed.

“Come along, Mrs. Byers,” he said, smiling at her as he pulled back and closed the door. “Let’s go eat.”

“Byers is it?” she asked, smiling as she took his offered hand and they began to walk towards the entrance of the restaurant.

“For this afternoon,” he replied, nodding as he squeezed her hand gently.

“Do you suppose they have homemade cranberry sauce?”

“Oh, are you too good for the stuff that comes from the can?” he teased and she simply raised her eyebrows in response. “Well, I suppose there’s only one way to find out.”

He opened the door and the smell of roasted turkey and stuffing made his mouth water.

“Homemade or in a can, I don’t care anymore,” she said, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes briefly as she let out a soft moan. “I just need some of that turkey.”

“Could not agree with you more,” he said, chuckling and squeezing her hand as he led them to the hostess stand, his stomach growling at the thought of the food they were about to enjoy.

[akakeiiji]

HI!~ SAGE!~ Can I have a scenario with Ushijima, Bokuto and Tsukishima? Their S/O is usually really shy so they have a hard time expressing their feelings? And one day they fall alseep on top of them? In the morning they confess its because the boys make them feel safe and they're comfortable around them? - 🌼

— Haikyuu boys' reaction to their S/O falling asleep on top of them

↳ a/n — I think I would probably be able to die happy if I were in this situation 🥺🥺 ALSO FALLING ASLEEP ON BOKUTO SEEMS LIKE HEAVEN, HE WOULD BE SO WARM AND WEFBERGHRBEGE I CANNOT

↳ includes — Ushijima Wakatoshi, Bokuto Koutarou, Tsukushima Kei

— Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima knew you were asleep the moment you dozed off because he wasn't paying attention to the movie playing on the television at all. Why would he when you were a much more interesting sight to behold than the random rom-com you two were watching?

You seemed so invested in the story, gasping and giggling at certain parts, and your boyfriend couldn't help but smile at your little reactions. Over time, he noticed you slowly leaning more into him as you struggled to keep your eyes open. He didn't say anything though and simply watched you droop your head down on his chest, now fast asleep.

To say that he turned into a statue would be the best way to describe his reaction. He remained still, choosing not to move so much as an inch as you curled into him. He didn't budge, not even when his leg started to go numb from the uncomfortable position he was in, or when he suddenly had the urge to pee. However, he wasn't bothered by this, he was purely content in that position, smiling down at you as he gently caressed the top of your head.

When you began to stir after about half an hour—much to his disappointment—the way you blinked up at him groggily was enough to fill his weekly supply of serotonin.

"Sorry, Toshi. I didn't mean to fall asleep," You said through a yawn, stretching your arms up lazily. You turned to him and went back to your earlier position, nuzzling into his chest, "I just feel so safe with you, I guess I can't help it."

The corner of Ushijima's lips twitched upwards as he placed a loving kiss on the top of your head, "You don't have to apologize, (Y/N). I'm glad to know you feel that way."

— Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto's laughs and little gasps filled the room as his round, golden eyes remained transfixed on the action movie playing on the screen. It was another blockbuster that just came out and your boyfriend was so excited to see it but as much as you wanted to stay up and watch with him, your exhaustion got the better of you and you found yourself dozing off on his chest.

Others would have jolted awake the moment Bokuto would let out a hearty laugh or yell in shock at a certain scene but you on the other hand were a special case, more than used to his boisterous self. So much so that you could sleep in peace through it, over time you supposed that it's become comforting and not bothersome at all.

A particularly cool fight scene had just ended, one that had Bokuto practically shaking in his seat, "Hey, hey, (Y/N), wasn't that guy so cool the way he—(Y/N)? Are you sleeping?" He went from half-yelling to whispering in a split second, tilting his head forward to get a better look at your face, confirming that you were in fact fast asleep.

His heart swelled at the sight of you, you just looked so adorable like this. He felt even giddier upon thinking of how difficult you found it sometimes to express yourself and be vulnerable like this and that you were comfortable enough to fall asleep with him by your side.

"Okay, goodnight, babe." He said in a whisper, pressing a kiss on your forehead and turning back to the movie, a small smile on his face as he lowered the volume down for you, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder.

— Tsukishima Kei

You loved your boyfriend, you really did, but what you didn't love was how he always insists on watching dinosaur documentaries every time you two stay in to watch movies. But how could you say no to him when he gets so excited when watching them? Always pointing certain things out to you and explaining why he thought they were so special with a childlike glint in his eyes.

So you endured and always agree to watch them with him, they weren't that bad, some were actually pretty interesting but tonight the low, calming voice of the narrator was doing nothing but lull you to sleep against your will. As the dinosaur, whatever its name was, caught its prey, your head fell down against Tsukishima's shoulder, your eyelids fluttering shut.

Of course, the blonde didn't notice, only silently shifting in his seat to accommodate your head on his shoulder and make you both comfortable but his eyes never left the television screen.

Minutes went by, and when a particularly ugly-looking creature was introduced by the narrator, Tsukishima chuckled and pointed at it, "Hey, it looks like you."

He awaited your response, a witty quip or a light smack to his chest but nothing came. He looked down, an eyebrow raised to find you fast asleep, clutching tightly onto his arm. He froze, stiffening in his seat as you shuffled closer to him, nuzzling yourself on him as you shifted into a more comfortable position.

He scoffed, trying to feign indifference as if you were watching and could bear witness to the slight tinge of pink rising on his cheeks. He tried to keep focusing on the documentary but his eyes kept darting back to your slumbering figure, a small uncharacteristic smile now on his face. He reached over to the seat next to him and grabbed the throw blanket on it, draping it over you.

"Idiot." He said as he tucked you in, shaking his head at you.

[honeypiehotchner]

Satan’s Waterfall (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot

I couldn’t think of a name for this to save my life, but Satan’s waterfall is literally what I call my period so... (Also this is 100% self-insert because my period was from actual HELL yesterday)

I wrote this instead of doing my homework. Enjoy xx

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT! period sex in the shower, “good girl” is said many times, Daddy kink (a lil), slight size kink (it’s inevitable with him), you and Hotch are newly married (I wrote “husband” organically and kept it)

It’s the second day of your period.

The first day is always the worst. The cramps are so severe that you’re nauseated (sometimes actually to the point of puking your guts out) and dizzy, freezing but somehow sweating, hungry but in too much pain to bring yourself to eat more than some crackers, and in desperate need of chocolate or coffee -- even though both of those things make everything else a thousand times worse.

You’re on birth control -- which was Aaron’s first question when he witnessed your period for the first time, completely on accident because you forgot you invited him over when your period was scheduled to hit. So, needless to say, it was maybe your fourth date night ever with your now-husband, and he had to hold your hair back as you puked. You had meant to reschedule that night, but you honestly weren’t feeling too bad until halfway through the movie the two of you decided to watch.

Regardless, birth control helps regulate your period and put it on a schedule, but so far it hasn’t done much to help the pain. Although, you used to pass out, and you don’t anymore, so maybe birth control has helped in a slight way.

Aaron doesn’t think it has at all. He still worries every single month, threatening to take time off of work (at least on the first day) to be with you, but you always tell him not to. You essentially threaten to become an unsub if he doesn’t take his ass to work, but he doesn’t find the joke as funny as you do.

Sometimes he’ll stay home because he’ll wake up and you’ll be in a shivering mess on the bathroom floor, or wide-awake next to him in bed (did anyone say period-induced insomnia?), or groaning to yourself quietly on the couch, having been there for hours so as not to disturb him.

Which is how yesterday went, actually, so that’s why he’s not home today because you told him if he stays home again to coddle you, you might become a fuming toddler.

Thankfully (but unfortunately for him), Chief Strauss called a meeting, so he had no choice but to go to work.

The second days aren’t even that bad. You’re still basically bed-ridden (or couch-ridden, at least, because the TV is in the living room), but you’re not puking and you’re not dizzy. You occasionally sweat like crazy when a wave of cramps comes, but nothing like yesterday.

You’ve showered, changed into new sweatpants and one of Aaron’s old t-shirts, had breakfast and lunch, and you’ve even done a load of laundry (mainly because you bled through the sheets last night). You’re having a much better day.

But, because it’s still that time of the month, it isn’t a great day because you’re still cramping. And lucky you, a bad wave hits right when Aaron walks in from work.

“I told you to let me stay today,” he says gently, pushing the hair back from your sweaty forehead.

“These are nothin’,” you whine, reaching out for his hand to hold anyway. “They’ll be gone soon.”

“You’re pale. Have you eaten?”

“Mhm, breakfast and lunch,” you nod, letting your eyes slip closed when the cramps ease. You feel your heating pad getting cold. It must’ve turned off. You start fumbling around for the controller, but Aaron beats you to it, turning it back on.

“That’s good,” he says. “What about water?”

“Oh, oops,” you chuckle. “I had one glass this morning.”

“And?”

“Anddd coffee.”

“Y/N…” He sighs. “What have I told you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I need to drink extra water when I’m like this. But here’s my thing: I’m suffering enough already, why make me suffer more by making me drink water?”

“Because it’s good for you,” he mutters, standing to fill a glass. “And you’re drinking more tonight. I don’t care if you’re up peeing all night--”

“I’ll wake you up every damn time I do.”

“Gladly,” he smirks, returning with the glass. “Come on, up. Drink.”

Begrudgingly, you sit up, muttering curses under your breath because now your back is cold which means you’re hurting more. Wordlessly, Aaron lifts the heating pad and holds it to your back while you drink some water.

“Good girl,” he says, taking the empty glass from you and sitting it on the coffee table.

“Don’t say that to me,” you grumble, already laying back down and grabbing a blanket, tucking it under your chin.

“Why not?” He asks, smoothing your hair again, smiling when you close your eyes.

“Because it gives me thoughts.”

“Thoughts?”

You open your eyes a little. “Thoughts.”

Aaron chuckles when you close your eyes again, effectively hiding from him. “Honey pie, you’re going to have to tell me what thoughts you’re talking about.”

“You know what thoughts I’m talking about,” you breathe. “Sexy thoughts.”

“Ahh, sexy thoughts,” he laughs.

“But I can’t have those right now.”

“Why not?”

“Hello?” You open your eyes, giving him a look. “It’s the time of Satan’s waterfall?”

“Satan’s-- Okay, just because you’re on your period, doesn’t mean we can’t have sex. It might make you feel better.”

“Oh, orgasms do, yes. I’ve had two today.”

He raises his eyebrows.

“Don’t give me that look. My issue is, I want you inside me when you call me a good girl.”

“I still can be.”

You scrunch your nose. “Too messy. I just washed the sheets.”

“Not in bed,” Aaron squeezes your hand. “We have a shower.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Is my husband into period sex?”

He laughs loudly. “I’ve always thought about it, but you’re always in so much pain, I didn’t want to ask.”

“We’ve done worse things than have sex while I’m bleeding.”

“Yeah, but…” He lifts your hand to kiss your knuckles. “I never want to hurt you.”

You can’t help but grab his face and kiss him then, too overcome with love for him to stop yourself. His care, his tenderness. You’ve asked him to throw you around like a literal ragdoll before, and yet he’s still worried about hurting you.

“You know I’ll tell you,” you whisper, stealing another kiss. “You never hurt me. At least not in ways I don’t like.”

He groans into your mouth. “Time for a shower.”

“Already?” You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He lifts you from the couch and guides your legs around his torso, all the while keeping his lips on yours. He digs his fingers into your thighs and you squeal, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You have no idea how he manages to get to the bathroom without knocking into anything, but you’re not questioning it.

He sets you down and you start ripping off your clothes, and he joins you after turning the shower on.

“Someone’s excited,” he chuckles, feeling your fingers on his belt. All you have on are your panties, but he’s still got pants on which is unfair.

“Hey, you suggested it, so I want it.”

“Okay, okay,” he tosses his belt out into the bedroom, laughing because you’re already unbuttoning and unzipping him. “You are eager.”

“I’m horny,” you correct him. “And it’s your fault.”

“I know, sweet girl,” he kisses your forehead. “But I’ll take care of it.”

“You better.”

While he’s busy finishing undressing, you kick your panties away and hop in the shower, adjusting the temperature.

Aaron steps in a moment later, a stupid grin on his face. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself,” you reply, relaxing under the hot water. “This feels good.”

His face softens. “Are you hurting again?”

“Not really,” you roll your shoulders. “Don’t get shy on me now.”

“I’m not,” he promises, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Trust me, I’ll be fine,” you tug him closer, tilting your head to accept his kiss.

He starts slow, wanting to gauge your reactions before he does anything too drastic. He rubs your clit gently, waiting until he hears a moan before he continues. When his tongue slips into your mouth, one finger sinks into your core.

It’s different, that he’ll admit. You feel warmer and wetter, but you’re definitely not in any pain. Your moans are too loud for that.

He dips his head to your neck, suckling there, letting you thread your fingers in his hair while he slips a second finger into you. You gasp a little too loud and a little too suddenly, so he stops, but quickly starts again when your fingernails dig into his scalp in protest.

“Are you okay?” He mumbles against the hickey on your neck.

“More,” you whimper.

He scissors his fingers, wrapping his free arm around your waist to keep you steady. The added pressure of three of his fingers buried inside you nearly makes your knees buckle. Everything about him is so big and it makes you weak when you even as much as think about it.

He moves back to your lips, kissing you deeply, pausing only to ask, “How does that feel, little one?”

“M’gonna cum,” is your only reply, your eyes squeezed shut.

“Go ahead,” he whispers. “As much as you want, sweet girl. This is all about making you feel good. There you go.” He feels the first flutterings of your walls. He spreads his fingers slightly, knowing you love the stretch, when his fingers press right into your g-spot. “Come on, honey. Let go.” He moves his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles before spreading his fingers once more, shooting you over the edge.

You cling to his shoulders, nearly biting him from the force of it. Everything is so much more sensitive when you’re on your period and you knew that, but it’s different when it’s him. It always is.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, easing you to the ending waves of your orgasm. “How was that?”

“Amazing, do you even need to ask?” You laugh, kissing him. “Can you please get inside me?”

“Please what?”

“Please, Daddy.” You bat your eyelashes for good measure, even though you know he wouldn’t tease you, not right now. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“Of course,” he steals another kiss before finally taking his fingers from you. Wordlessly, he washes the blood away, and you should’ve known he wouldn’t give two shits about this.

And you’re right, he doesn’t. The sight of blood doesn’t phase him anymore, especially not your period because it’s natural. And right now he’s too worried about making you feel good to even bother pretending to be grossed out by it.

He’s already hard, so you can’t help but reach down and stroke him, grinning when he groans loudly.

Before you can blink, though, he has you up in his arms and against the wall, your legs already settling around his hips.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he says again, looking into your eyes. “Okay?”

“Yes, I promise,” you assure him.

Accepting that answer, he drops his hand to guide himself inside of you, moving as slow as possible -- which you appreciate, even if you do want to be fucked. But you’ve never had sex on your period before, not even with previous partners, so you weren’t sure if having a dick inside you would actually feel good.

But damn it does.

You know part of it is because it’s Aaron, your husband, your best friend. His dick is good on a normal day, but when you’re sensitive from your period, it’s even better.

“Oh my fucking God.”

“What?” He stops moving, leaning his head back to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you laugh, threading your fingers through his hair again. “Nothing. It feels good.”

He smirks, rocking his hips slowly, letting you take more of him. “Feels good?” He asks, and you nod. “Is it wrong of me to enjoy this?” He whispers, going deeper. “You’re so warm.”

“Harder, please.”

He slams his hips forward, nipping at your neck when you whine loudly. “Are you gonna cum again?”

You nod your head lazily, locking your ankles behind his back, arching your back, forcing him deeper. A groan stutters in his throat when he feels his head teasing your cervix.

You like that normally, but his paranoia has him pulling back. “Are you--”

“If you don’t shut up and fuck me.”

He doesn’t question you after that, especially not with the lethal look you had in your eyes.

With no more hesitations, Aaron finally gives in. Every thrust is deep, yet you still push your hips up, trying to take even more. He’s never seen you like this, this greedy and almost animalistic in the way you’re chasing your orgasm.

He lets you guide him, staying still when you pull him in as deep as he can go and hold him there. He nearly explodes a few times, having to stay still while your walls pulsate around him.

Soon you’re quite literally thrown into your second orgasm when Aaron’s thumb rubs your clit as he pushes in deep, staying there, letting you squirm until he tells you to let go, and you do.

“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing your cheek lovingly. “That’s my good girl.”

Once your orgasm has settled down, he carefully lifts you off of him, setting you back on your feet. A puzzled look crosses your face.

“What?”

“You didn’t…”

He smiles. “I told you, I wanted to make you feel good.”

“And you did, but--”

“It’s okay, sweet girl.” He kisses your forehead once before turning to rinse off his dick, but you’re not giving up that easily.

You sneak your hands around his waist, resting your cheek on the middle of his back while you swat his hands out of the way.

“Little girl...what do you think you’re doing?”

“Making you feel good,” you murmur, gently stroking him.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum with a muffled cuss word under his breath. You sigh happily against his back, letting go of his dick to hug him instead.

Aaron turns around to gather you in his arms, moving forward slightly so your face isn’t directly under the water. “Is someone tired?”

You shake your head, even though you practically bury yourself in his chest. “Just content.”

“Feeling better?”

“Much,” you giggle. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he kisses your forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[ppascalsstuff]

After All This Time II [Dieter Bravo x f!reader]

Summary: Some years ago, you and a young Dieter Bravo had a healthy relationship and almost became parents, but life had other plans for the two of you. Years later, you accept a cameo in Cliff Beats 6 thanks to your son, a fan of the franchise. What will happen in the bubble between you and Dieter?

Warnings: A bit of angst. Mention of drugs use and miscarriage. Failed relationship. Reader is not described and has an adopted son. Dieter is kind of a jerk but deep inside him there’s good, we all know it: He’s just struggling with his feelings. Please keep in mind this story will be +18 at some point. Minors please DNI. 

Word count: 2.1K

A/N: I wasn’t planning on making a multi-chapter fic out of this one, but I guess the movie gave a lot of ideas an a 2nd part was requested so... This fic will have (probably) 6 chapters. Dieter has a soft side and you can’t change my mind! Let me know if you want to be tagged on it!

English is not my first language, sorry in advance if there’s some typos or grammar errors. Hope you enjoy it!

- Part 1 -

“I just want to say, you were amazing in Our Hotel. An outstanding performance. It was incredible. Indescribable”

You smiled sheepishly. You’ve never been good at accepting compliments, and of course Lauren Van Chance had to come at you and talk about your work. It was driving you insane, but you talk to her politely anyway, as expected from you.

“You should have won the Oscar!”

“I guess?” 

“She doesn’t want it. The award, I mean”

Dieter approached you with a drink in his hand. The green robe was probably the ugliest item of clothing you had ever seen, and the purple tee was stained in some places. Sunglasses still hiding most of his face and his hair was somehow messier than before. You didn’t want to know what he had been doing since you last saw him when you arrived that morning, although you knew the answer. 

“Dieter! You were incredible in Hunger Strike as well. Your performance was… I mean, I think about it all the time. Congratulations.”

“I don’t watch my own shit” of course, you thought. “You should never watch your own shit. You just wipe, you flush and you move on” 

A heavy silence fell over the three of you, stagnating the conversation. You didn’t believe in God, but at that moment you wanted to. You wanted to pray for a miracle to happen. Maybe somebody would join you, maybe you would feel the urge to pee... maybe a meteorite would fall. Anything that would help you skip that conversation. 

“I heard you two dated years ago!” Lauren said cheerfully. 

You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw, counting backwards from 100. Even though you had long since gotten over the fact that you and Dieter were no longer together, it still hurt to think about what had happened. Dieter didn’t look at you, and you were almost thankful for that. You hadn’t reached 98 when he spoke.

“Yeah, nothing serious”

You wanted to shout, to grab him by the lapels of his stupid robe and shake him so hard that the only neuron he had bounced around in his brain. You did glance at him then. No, this wasn’t the same man you had crossed paths with that morning. You couldn’t tell if he was high now or if he was high when you first saw him, but it was making you sick. Did he have such an enormous ego that he was willing to forget he had loved you? That you lost your child?

“Where’s your husband?” he asked Lauren and you were almost sure you saw a glimpse of revenge in his eyes after asking the question. 

“My husband? We got divorced”

“I’m sorry, I have to go to the bathroom”

Excusing yourself, you made your way to the bathroom and closed the door behind you. The tears began to fall down your cheeks, and it didn't matter how hard you closed your eyes, you couldn't contain them. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you brushed them away roughly.

"Oh my God this is such a bad idea. What the hell I was thinking? Fuck!"

You grabbed your phone and called your agent. It was fine, you would quit before they began shooting so that they could replace you as soon as possible. You were pacing back and forth in the bathroom when your agent picked up the phone.

"Honey! How's it going? Everything all right?"

"Why didn't you tell me Dieter was doing this movie?"

"I tried to but you were so excited to do it... For Nick"

You tried to calm down. It was true, the only reason you accepted the role was because of your son.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Rebecca. Can I just like... quit?"

"Girl, I've been gone for like 6 hours and you already want to quit?"

Rebecca had to head back to her home after dropping you at the hotel, only the cast and crew were allowed there because of the pandemic.

"It's too much. I can't do it. I have to quit"

"You can't"

"What do you mean I can't? I won't be the first one to do it... or the last"

"If you walk out you will have to pay them”

"What?!"

"Yeah, apparently if you leave now you will be financially responsible for any overages that you create”

"And that means..."

"It means you will owe them 114 million bucks"

You froze. You didn't have the money, but you also didn't have the strength to spend your time next to that pantomime that was now Dieter.

Just a month. For Nick.

"I'll do it. Just for Nick"

"Atta girl. I have to hang up, Meryl Streep is calling"

"Ok bye! Lov-"

The line went dead. You look in the mirror one more time and took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom. You had this, you were an actress. Pretending to like those people for a whole month wasn’t by far the hardest thing you’d ever done. 

The only free seat at the table was right next to Dieter, who had changed his clothes. You couldn’t believe your luck, but you carried on as if nothing happened, taking a seat between your ex-boyfriend and Howie Frangopolous. The dinner was awkward to say the least. Nobody talked during the entire time, aside from the few complaints made by Lauren about the food. A young staff woman approached the table with a jar of water, ready to refill the empty glasses. Her first target: Dieter. 

“May I refresh your water?”

Dieter was quickly snapped out of his boredom, finding a new entertainment for the night. He looked up and down at the girl, and you were sure you’d never rolled your eyes harder. It was almost embarrassing to think that you were willing to give him a second chance this morning, when you offered him a coffee. How could you be so naive?

“Yeah, please. Thanks”

“Why you look at me with weird eyes?” the girl asked, her cheeks clearly blushing. 

When the girl refilled Dieter’s glass, she moved on to another cast member, Dieter following her with his eyes. You snorted, making Dieter turn around and look at you. 

“What?”

“Nothing” you replied, taking a sip of water. 

After a while, dinner was eaten and no more complaints from Lauren were made. The room was soon filled with the sound of a knife clinking against a crystal glass. It was time for the producer's expected speech, but all you wanted to do was go to sleep and put the day behind you. When the producer mentioned your name, you looked around you and smiled at everybody. 

To the beginning of new fake friendships. 

“Well, as you know she tested negative in the morning, so she can have dinner with us. Anyway, she and her son will be doing the mandatory quarantine for the next 14 days, then she will join you to shoot her scenes” 

“What? She can bring her son and I’m not allowed to?” Lauren shouted. 

“Her son is just a little kid. We discussed it and we agreed it would be harmless to bring him in” 

“I- He’s five. He’s struggling with some things right now and I don’t have any relatives so-” You tried to explain, but Lauren cut you off. 

“Bullshit! My son is also a little boy and he’s alone in our home!”

“Oh please Lauren we all know your son has probably more pubic hair than I do. He’s not a little kid anymore” Dieter suddenly replied. 

Lauren looked at him and stormed out followed by her ex husband Dustin, who was trying to calm her down. Dieter looked at you, his hand finding yours. 

“You okay?”

“I think I’m gonna go to my room. Long day. But... umm.. it was nice meeting you all, can’t wait to work with you” You said standing up, but Gavin, the producer, stopped you. 

“These are the keys to your room”. 

“I already have a room”

“Oh no, that room is for your son. You have to be in different rooms”

“But we both tested negative. Can’t we quarantine together?” 

“I’m sorry, it’s not allowed. Different rooms”

“He’s just a little boy, man”

“I don’t believe this has something to do with you, Mr. Bravo”

You looked back at Dieter and barely nodded, thanking him. But he saw it anyway, and it warmed his heart, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He didn’t deserve you, he wasn’t worthy of your love, but he would try his best to make your life a little bit better, even if that meant you hated him. It was his way of keeping you safe. Safe from him. 

Dieter couldn’t calm down. He hated himself for even think of you. But he couldn’t stop himself. Every time he wasn’t high, he was thinking of you, and it was painful. That morning, when he first saw you, he felt vulnerable again. It was a weird feeling for him. Maybe he felt vulnerable, but your presence alone comforted him. Then he smiled without realizing it, and he knew he had screwed up. There was no turning back now. He had lunch thinking of you, he had a bath thinking of you and that’s how he spent all afternoon: thinking of you. Until he decided to get high to calm his brain. 

But there you were again at dinner, sitting next to him because clearly nobody wanted to sit beside a moron like him. He felt his blood boiling every time Lauren spoke, and when she complained about you, he exploded. Then you were forced to isolate yourself in a different room from Nick’s, and he almost felt relieved when he didn’t punch Gavin in the face, although he wanted to.

He hated this industry, the same industry that have made him stay away from you when you’d lost your unborn son, the industry that made him a drug addict and the same industry that was now keeping you apart from your son. 

He took off his robe and went out his room determined to find somebody who could help him. No drugs this time. He knew you would kill him if you ever found out he was on drugs while doing what he was about to do. He went down the stairs as fast as he could to the front desk. Luckily for him, the same girl who refilled his glass and didn’t stop looking at him during the entire dinner was on the night shift, just as he had expected. 

“Hi”

“Hi Mr. Bravo”

“You look great in that uniform”

“Thanks” she blushed as she played with a lock of hair behind her ear. 

“I was wondering if you could help me with something”

The girl leaned forward over the desk, all her attention on Dieter's earring. This was going to be so easy for him. 

“Would you tell me where’s Nick? You know, the son of-”

“Room 202″ she giggled like a schoolgirl. 

“Thank you”

Dieter rushed up the stairs to Nick’s room. When he reached room 202, he froze. Thinking about it, this wasn’t his problem. He didn’t need to knock. He could just forget about it and carry on with his own problems and not get involved with you, because then he would have to get high again to forget about you. Hell, this boy wasn’t even his. But before his mind could go on, his fist knocked on the door and a mop of curl dark hair peeked behind it. 

“Mom?”

“It’s Dieter”

The door opened a little wider, and the clump of hair gave way to the rest of Nick. He was in his pajamas, hugging a stuffed elephant against his chest.

“Hey... what do you like to do in your spare time?” Dieter asked. “You know, since you’re gonna have a lot of it”

“I... I like to watch movies. And I like t-to draw” 

“What kind of movies?”

Nick shrugged, looking at his feet. 

“Action movies”

“So, like Marvel?” 

“I like Spiderman”

Dieter looked at him, but the boy didn’t looked up at Dieter. 

“Okay...um, it was nice talking to you. You should go to bed now”

“Can my mom come with me?” 

“I don’t think so” 

The boy looked up. The tears fell freely down his face and he quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of his pajamas, not wanting to cry in front of Dieter. 

Fuck me. This wasn’t supposed to make him cry. You’d have made an awful father, Dieter. Great.

“Okay. Good night”

“‘Night, kid”

Next morning, when Nick opened the bedroom door to pick up his breakfast, he found a collection of movies, a sketch pad and a couple of brushes on the hallway floor with a note. 

“Don’t ruin my brushes. Hope you have fun with it. 

PS: I really liked your elephant. Does it have a name?

D.B.”

[blackstarising]

coming back to this post i made again to elaborate - especially as the ted lasso fandom is discussing sam/rebecca and fandom racism in general. there are takes that are important to make that i had failed to previously, but there's also a growing amount of takes that i have to, As A Black Person™, respectfully disagree with.

tl;dr for the essay below sam being infantilized and the sam/rebecca relationship are not the same issue and discussing the former one doesn't mean excusing the latter. and we've reached the glen of the Dark Forest where we sit down and talk about fandom racism.

i should have elaborated this in my last post about sam/rebecca, but i didn't. i'll say it now - i personally don't support sam and rebecca getting together for real. i believe what people are saying is entirely correct, even though sam is an adult legally, he and rebecca are, at the very least, two wildly different stages of life. for americans, he's at the equivalent of being a junior in college. there are things he hasn't gotten the chance to experience and there are areas he needs to grow in. when i was younger, i didn't understand the significance of these age gaps, i just thought it would be fine if it was legal, but as someone who is now a little older than sam in universe, i understand fully. we can't downplay this. whether or not you think sam works for rebecca or not, even despite the gender inversion of the Older Man Younger Woman trope, whether or not he is a legal adult, i don't think at this point in time, their relationship would work. i think it's an interesting narrative device, but i don't want to see it play out in reality.

that being said!

what's worrying me is that two discussions are being conflated here that shouldn't be. sam having agency and being a little more grown™ than he's perceived to be does not suddenly make his relationship with rebecca justified. i had decided to bring it up because sam was being brought into the spotlight again and i was starting to realizing that his infantilization was more common than i felt comfortable with.

sam's infantilization (and i will continue to call it that), is a microaggression. it's is in the range of microaggressions that i would categorize as 'fandom overcompensation'. we have a prominent character of color that exhibits traits that aren't stereotypical, and we don't want to appear racist or stereotypical, so we lean hard in the other direction. they're not aggressive, they're a Sweet Baby, they're not world weary, they're now a little naive. they're not cold and distant, they're so nice and sweet that there's no one that wouldn't want approach them, and yeah, on their face, these new traits are a departure and, on their face, they seem they look really good.

but at a certain point, it reaches an inflection point, and, like the aftertaste of a diet coke, that alleged sweetness veers into something a lot less sweet. it veers into a lack of agency for the character. it veers into an innocence that appears to indicate that the person can't even take care of themselves. it veers into a one-dimensional characterization that doesn't allow for any depth or negative emotion.

it's not kind anymore. it's not a nice departure from negative stereotypes. it's not compensating for anything.

it's patronizing.

it is important that we emphasize that characters of color are more than the toxic stereotypes we lay on them, yes, but we make a mistake in thinking that the solution is overcorrection. for one thing, people of color can usually tell. don't get it twisted, it's actually pretty obvious. for another, it just shifts from one dimension to another. people of color are still supposed to be Only One Character Trait while white people can contain multitudes. ted, who is pretty much as pollyanna as they come, can be at once innocent and naive and deep and troubled and funny and scared. jamie can be a prick and sexy and also lonely and also a victim of abuse. sam, however, even though he was bullied (by jamie, no less), is thousands of miles away from home, and has led a protest on his team, is usually just characterized as human sunshine with much less acknowledgement of any other traits beyond that.

and that's why i cringe when fandom calls sam a Sweet Baby Boy without any sense of irony. is that all we're taking away? after all this time? even for a comedy, sam has received a substantive of screen time over two whole seasons, and we've seen a range of emotions from him. so as a black person it's hurtful that it's boiled down to Sweet Baby Boy.

that's the problem. we need to subvert stereotypes, but more importantly, we need to understand that people of color are not props, or pieces of cardboard for their white counterparts. they are full and actualized and have agency in their own right and they can have other emotions than Angry and Mean or Sweet and Bubbly without any nuance between the two. i think the show actually does a relatively good job of giving sam depth (relatively, always room for improvement, mind you), especially holding it in tension with his youth, but the fandom, i worry, does not.

it's the same reason why finn from star wars started out as the next male protagonist in the sequel trilogy but by the third movie was just running around yelling for REY!! it's the same reason why when people make Phase 4 Is the Phase For Therapy gifsets for the mcu and show wanda maximoff, loki, and bucky barnes crying and being sad but purposefully exclude sam wilson who had an entire show to tell us how difficult his life is, because people find out if pee oh sees are also complex, they'll tell the church.

and the reason why i picked up on this very early on is because i am an organic, certified fresh, 100% homegrown, non-gmo, a little ashy, indigenous sub saharan African black person. the ghanaian tribes i'm descended from have told me so, my black ass parents have told me so, and the nurses at the hospital in [insert asian country here] that started freaking out about how curly my hair was as my mother was mid pushing me out told me so!

and this stuff has real life implications. listen: being patronized as a black person sucks. do you know how many times i was patted on the back for doing quite honestly, the bare minimum in school? do you know how many times i was told how 'well spoken' or 'eloquent' i was because i just happen to have a white accent or use three syllable words? do you know how many times i've been cooed over by white women who couldn't get over how sweet i was just because i wasn't confrontational or rude like they wrongly expected me to be?

that's why they're called microaggressions. it's not a cross on your lawn or having the n-word spat in your face, but it cuts you down little by little until you're completely drained.

so that's the nuance. that's the subversion. the overcompensation is not a good thing. and people of color (and i suspect, even white people) have picked up on, in general, the different ways fandom treats sam and dani and even nate. what all of these discussions are converging on is fandom racism, which is not the diet form of racism, but another place for racism to reveal itself. and yeah, it's uncomfortable. it can seem out of left field. you may want to defend yourself. you may want to explain it away. but let me tap the sign on the proverbial bus:

if you are a white person, or a person of color who is not part of that racial group, even, you do not get to decide what is not racist for someone. full stop. there are no exceptions. there is no exit clause for you. there is no 'but, actually-'. that right wasn't even yours to cede or waive.

(it's also important to note that people of color also have the right to disagree on whether something is racist, but that doesn't necessarily negate the racism - it just means there's more to discuss and they can still leave with different interpretations)

people don't just whip out accusations of racism like a blue eyes white dragon in a yu-gi-oh duel. it's not fun for us. it's not something we like to do to muzzle people we don't want to engage with. and we're not concerned with making someone feel bad or ashamed. we're exposing something painful that we have to live with and, even worse, process literally everything we experience through. we can't turn it off. we can't be 'less sensitive' or 'less nitpicky'. we are literally the primary resources, we are the proverbial wikipedia articles with 3,000 sources when it comes to racism. who else would know more than us?

what 2020 has shown us very clearly is that racism is systemic. it's not always a bunch of Evil White Men rubbing their hands together in a dark room wondering how they're going to use the 'n-word' today. it's systemic. it's the way you call that one neighborhood 'sketchy'. it's how you use 'ratchet' and 'ghetto' when describing something bad. it's how you implicitly the assume the intelligence of your friend of color. it's the way you turned up your nose and your friend's food and bullied them for it in middle school but go to restaurants run by white people who have 'uplifted' it with inauthentic ingredients. it's telling someone how Well Spoken and Eloquent they are even though you've both gone to the same schools and work at the same workplace. it's the way you look down at some people of color for having a different body type than you because they've been redlined to neighborhoods where certain foods and resources are inaccessible, and yet mock up the racial features that appeal to you either through makeup or plastic surgery.

it's how when a person of color behaves badly, they're irredeemable, but a white person performing the same act or something similar is 'having a bad day' or 'isn't normally like this' or 'has room to grow' and we can't 'wait for their redemption arc', and yes, i'm not going to cover it in detail in this post but yes this is very much about nate. other people have also brought up the nuances in his arc and compared them to other white characters so i won't do it here.

these behaviors and reactions aren't planned. they aren't orchestrated. they're quite literally unconscious because they've been lovingly baked into western society for centuries. you can't wake up and be rid of it. whether you intended it or not, it can still be racist.

and it's actually quite hurtful and unfair to imply that concerns about racism in the TL fandom are unfounded or lacking any depth or simply meant to be sensational because you simply don't agree with it. i wish it was different, but it doesn't work that way. i'm not raising this up to 'call out' or shame people, but i'm adding to this discussion because, through how we talk about sam, and even dani and nate, i'm yet again seeing a pattern that has shortchanged people of color and made them feel unwelcome in fandom for far too long.

coach beard said it best: we need to do better.

[heresathreebee]

The One Where She Got A Dog

Yelena Belova X Reader

Summary: how Yelena became a dog mom Masterlist Part 2

Tags: E | 1.8k words | scary movie, winter, secret pasts, sapphic

AN: Black Widow movie really got me in my feelings about those characters, Yelena in particular. I havent watched The Thing in almost a year please look the other way if movie events are out of order.

Pretty Russian girls are not usually your type, but fuck if you weren't absolutely obsessed with this one. You laughed when she told you she was from Ohio.  She laughed when you said you were too. 

Aquavit and your grandma's biscuit recipe brought her into your cabin on the edge of the world where she admitted to you she had never seen John Carpenter's The Thing before. You turned it on just as the snow storm set in and wrapped up in your thickest blankets with her. You're trying not to get your hopes too high but she's not shy about asking you to scoot closer. 

"Skäl," you cheer just as the ominous opening credits end and they find the mysterious ship in the frozen wasteland of antarctica. 

"Have you ever been?," Yelena asked. 

You grimace at the strong taste of aquavit. It's like vodka but with caraway for 'flavor'. You look at her from the side and poor yourself a second shot. "Been…?" 

"There." She points at the screen. 

"I have actually," you admit in a way you hope is flat and uninteresting, "have you?" 

Yelena shook her head. It's possible she might think you're being sarcastic (you cross your fingers under the blanket and hope she does). She's smiling at you, thinking something (but still watching the screen with interest). 

She drops the subject until you have to pause the movie to pee. You unwrap yourself from the cocoon of blankets and as you stand she asks you another question. 

"What were you doing there? in Antarctica, I mean." 

You sigh and pretend to brush something off of your pants. "Science trip with my parents. Shitty vacation for me I'd rather be in the Bahamas." 

You resist the urge to look at her. After taking care of business, you come back just in time to put the biscuits in the oven. You hear Yelena lean into the kitchen archway as the floors creak immensely here. 

"No timer?," she asked. 

"No timer," you confirm. "I use the timer of my heart." 

Yelena scoffs. "Please don't burn them, I'm curious about these… what are they– pastries?" 

"Something like that." 

The two of you went back to the movie just as the gang on screen is trying to decipher who is human and who is not. You feel like something between you has changed and sadly not for the better. 

But she can't know. 

"I hate this part," you say, making absolutely no move to avert your gaze. 

Yelena is startled when the doctor's arms become trapped in the bear trap belly mouth of the "man" on the table. She quickly covers her eyes and giggles manically, slapping your chest for the vague and unhelpful warning. You realize she's not as close to you as before…

There's 20 minutes left of this movie and you haven't seen a single thing on screen. Yelena stopped asking you questions when you stopped being coherent with your answers. All you can think about is telling her. 

But you can't tell her. She would never understand. You barely understand and it's about you. 

"I lied." Your heart beats in your throat as you see her face you but you can't look at her directly for fear of losing your nerve. "About the science expedition? That's not why I was in Antarctica…" 

Yelena seems to wait for you to continue but… 

"Eh, no offense but, " you gesture with your hand, "I don't really know you like that." 

Yelena gave your reply a single nod. "I suppose that's fair." 

You can't help but fidget in your seat. "Idliketo" 

"What was that?" 

You cleared your throat. "I said… I said I'd like to. Know you like that, I mean…" 

Yelena gives you a smile. "I would like to know you like that, too." 

The movie ends, the biscuits are not burnt but buttery soft and golden brown, and the blizzard outside has subsided some. It's still going but at least it's not buffering the doors and windows like before. 

"How can you watch that film in a place like this?" Yelena cannot get enough of those biscuits, stuffing them in her mouth 2 at a time. "Does it make you paranoid?" 

"Yes it does," you say, putting your coat on, "I think that's what makes it so much scarier–  looking outside and being scared every person you come across ain't who they say they are. Sometimes its not a bad thing though... I think it is rather… poetic, too." 

Yelena's eyebrows furrow. "Where are you going?" 

You put on your boots and hope the duct tape stays on the hole you covered earlier. "Dogs are out in the shed. It's heated and they have food, but not for days and I'd rather have 'em in the house where I can take care of them." 

As you finished your sentence you reached for the door,  but stopped when you noticed Yelena getting dressed too. She gives you a nod as soon as her hood comes up, and you give this brave thing an appreciative once over. 

The snow that nearly all melted before is up to your knees now. Fresh, white, and fluffy. It muffles sound like the world's sidelong turning. The odd snowflake wafts lazily from the sky, but for the most part it's died down. You teach back and take Yelena's gloved hand to keep from staying too far apart. 

"You know I always wanted a dog," she said. She could have said it in a whisper from 100 yards away and you still would have heard her–  that is how eerily quiet it is. 

Yelena squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. She's probably remembering the movie. You try to distract her by saying, "Oh yeah? You can have one of mine then." 

Yelena laughs, then stops. "You serious?" 

"As a heart attack." You finally reach the door to the shed and unlatch the door. A chorus of barks begin and you charge forward to nudge them back to give Yelena space to come in as well. "I do some breeding up here–  just a side job. They're usually working dogs but they can be pets too." 

Buck licks your face from chin to forehead and you push him back. "Down, boy! Show some respect!" 

Yelena has two of the mongrels circling her, sniffing all her clothes and demanding to be pet. "That's Burt, Barney, and Bella. Buck's my stud, but these heathens are going to a farm. They've got sheep to watch." 

Yelena chuckles as her hands get covered in slobber. "I love them." 

They're almost grown, three quarters the height of their father. Buck didn't even look in Yelena's direction because he knows you give him treats. You take your scarf off as the heat of the shed threatens to smother you and search your pockets for jerky.  

"She's in there with the new puppies." You point to a darkened closet. "Don't get too close now, she's still a little protective." 

Yelena creeps closer. You see her look at you from the corner of her eye. Probably terrified by the morphing dog scene from the movie. You give her an encouraging smile and tell her where to find the light. It's a pull cord and it bathes the room in a warm golden yellow light. 

Yelena's heavy, controlled breathing turns into a coo. Mama dog is laying on her side watching the newcomer closely. There's a pup asleep in the nest of her legs, another chewing on the hay that litters the ground, and the last one is biting their mother's ear. Yelena looks back at you with an adorable pout on her lip. 

"So cute…" 

You chuckle and put your arm around her. Buck knows to steer clear of mama dog and slinks off. You make your guest walk closer with you to show mama she's got your confidence. 

"Yelena, this is Beyonce." Mama dog's ears perk at the sound of her name. "Beyonce, this is Yelena. Be nice." 

You reach down and scoop up the hay eating puppy at your feet. "This one's always hungry." 

You put the pup in her arms and scoop up the biter. "This one likes to play. All the time. Got more energy than the blue Energizer bunny actually." 

The pup in question is literally trying to wriggle out of your hands in its eagerness to climb you and eat your hair. 

"And that one sleeps a lot?" Yelena nodded her head at the last pup. 

"Pretty much." You put the writhing excited puppy down before it hurts itself and look up into the rafters. "And then there's the climber…" 

You both turn your heads when you hear a tiny bark. A cute little face stares down at you from the rafters and there's a feather stuck to its nose. You shake your head knowing this pup got it from ripping up pillows in another part of the dog house. 

"Better go get her," you said, not moving an inch to do so.  

Yelena sees your challenge and rises to it. As if trained to do exactly so, she assesses the wooden interior for foot and hand holds. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she calculates what will and won't support her weight. In the sweep of a single moment, she rises from the door and swings herself into the rafters using a build up a momentum to propel her fast in an upperward direction. She completes the climb and balances with ease, reaching out to collect the happy wagging miscreant from her mountain top, tucks her in her jacket and climbs a different way down. 

You stare at her. "Were you raised by trapeze artists?" 

Yelena laughs. "I thought everybody was." 

The pup is safe and happy and eager to explore its new friend. Yelena lets her lick, sniff, and scratch at her skin, her clothes, her hair. The pup catches Yelena with a tiny lick right on the tip of her nose and Yelena looks back at you with adoring eyes. 

You smile. "Got a name for her already don't you?" 

"Yes," Yelena whines, "no, are you sure about this? I should probably tell you I've never had a dog before…" 

"I can tell your good people," you reply. "And smart as a whip. You'll adapt, just call me if you ever need anything." 

~

Three weeks later you get a phone call from an unknown number. It's Yelena giving you an address and making you swear never to tell anybody about it. You don't have any friends so it's an easy secret to keep. 

You drive a few miles south and stumble upon a stationary trailer in the middle of nowhere, nothing but clearings and trees and sky. Actually very similar to your own home. 

The door opens and Yelena greets you with a beer and the pup under her arm, already almost a foot bigger than she was before. 

"Her name is Fanny." You both laugh yourselves hoarse and pile into the trailer to puppy proof the place. 

[autumnscribbles]

cheap wine | b.s

requested by anon! (thank you i love this!!)

summary: y/n’s friend brad is jealous of her friendship with colby brock, leading to one night where he can’t keep it to himself anymore

word count: 1.8k

warnings: little bit of suggestive language, i wrote smut but it was really bad and i hated it so i adjusted LOL

a/n: i finally managed to write a long dish imagine!! i love me some jealous brad :) keep sending requests, i love them! i hope you enjoyed, i had fun wiring this one

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Brad sat on the couch across from you, eyes boring into Colby as he tickled you on the black couch of your apartment. You had invited some friends over for drinks, movies and board games, just wanting a chill night with your friends. It was a nice change of pace from the LA parties you both always ended up at.

Brad, hoever, was hoping that Colby wasn’t going to show up today. Of course, he did, being your best friend. Brad’s jealousy seemed to course through his veins, plastering on a fake grin every time your eyes managed to catch his. 

You squealed as Colby picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he ran around the room, your giggles and shrieks filling the room, everyone else laughing along except Brad. He wanted to be the one to get those laughs out of you, and he didn’t know why he suddenly cared so much.

He had seen you with Colby many times, assuming you had feelings for him, or that Colby had feelings for you. When he found out from a third party that it wasn’t in fact true, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint when these feelings began, but now they were full throttle, and Brad had a difficult time ignoring them. Pretending they didn’t exist seemingly just wasn’t working anymore.

Brad stood up, asking Connor who was also invited if he wanted to go grab a drink. Connor agreed and both boys made their way to your kitchen, pouring themselves glasses of cheap wine from the bottles you had laid out across the kitchen island. Brad downed his fast, wanting to forget the feelings he had for you and the jealousy he felt watching you with Colby.

“Woah, mate,” Connor laughed. “You okay?”

Brad downed the drink, beginning to pour another one before answering Connor’s concerns.

“Fine,” he muttered.

“It’s y/n and Colby, isn't it?” Connor inquired, despite already knowing the answer to his question.

“No,” Brad lied. “She can do what she wants, I don’t own her. I just have a hard time believing that Colby doesn’t have feelings for her.”

“I don’t know,” Connor shrugged. “They are really good friends.”

“Whatever,” Brad shrugged. “I have no right to be jealous.”

Brad and Connor grabbed their wine glasses, heading back out to the living room, plopping back down on the couch. 

Your eyes caught his, quickly standing up to go sit next to him after realizing you hadn’t spoken much since he got here. Brad had been more quiet than usual, almost like he was avoiding you.

“Hey,” you smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder quickly.

“Hey,” he replied, putting a smile on.

“Already almost done?” you asked, eyeing his wine glass.

“Yeah,” Brad chuckled. “I guess I’m going a bit fast aren’t I?”

“Nonsense,” you guffawed, waving him off before taking his glass, offering to go refill it at the same time you were going to refill yours. 

As you made your way to the kitchen, Colby followed, skipping happily alongside you. You looked back at Brad, noticing the unhappy look on his face yet again, unsure where it was coming from. Colby noticed you staring, nudging you back to attention as you began pouring the wine into the glasses. Despite the fact that you could afford better alcohol, you liked to stick to your cheap wine, it always made you happy.

“What’s up?” Colby asked, realizing right away something was off in that moment.

“Nothing,” you shrugged. “Brad’s just acting weird.”

“A little, yeah,” Colby shrugged. “Probably because he’s into you.”

“He is not,” you protested, unable to hide the smile creeping onto your face.

“He totally is,” Colby insisted. “And you’re totally into him.”

“I’m not, Colby,” you said, pushing him lightly, making him stumble backwards slightly, already feeling a slight buzz.

Despite your protests, Colby was right. You had developed feelings for Brad. Everyone always assumed you liked Colby that way, but you didn’t. Ever since you met Brad, you found yourself always thinking about him, wondering what it would be like if you two were together. Sometimes you convinced yourself he had feelings for you too, but your tendency to overthink made you second guess it. He was hard to read, and you weren’t very good at reading people.

“Keep lying to yourself,” Colby said, clinking his glass against yours before sipping it.

You sighed, grabbing yours and Brad’s glass and heading back out to hand it to him, feeling yourself loosen up with each sip.

The night carried on, you pulling out the Twister mat for everyone to play. Everyone was already drunk enough that they were all excited about it, friendly competition already starting. After most people lasting a long time, it was just you and Colby left. Your friendship had consisted of many twister games, both of your competitive natures surging.

Brad watched as both of you got tangled in each other, his head foggy from the wine. He had lost track of how much he had already, but it was a lot, and he was starting to accept his thoughts of you rather than pushing them away.

Colby finally crashed to the floor, you screaming excitedly despite knowing all along you would win. You jumped up and down, pointing at Colby and jokingly calling him a loser.

“We get it,” he groaned. “You’re the best at twister.”

“We know,” you grinned, helping him up off the ground. “I’m gonna go pee now.”

You downed the rest of the wine in your glass, planning on refilling it after you went to the bathroom, heading down the hall towards it. Someone had turned up the music you had put on, a smile across your face as you thought about how much fun you were having.

In the other room, Brad had decided to go for what he wanted. He stood up, the wine heading straight to his head as he stumbled slightly, walking down the hall towards where the bathroom was, waiting outside of it for you. He looked back to make sure no one had followed him, but he was in the clear.

You dried your hands off, opening the door to find Brad standing in the dimly lit hallway, looking at you.

“Need to pee too?” you asked, motioning towards the bathroom.

“No,” he chuckled. “Just wanted to be alone with you for a second.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you approached him, feeling confident.

“Yeah,” he smirked. “I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of you, and it’s really hard to keep my hands off of you too.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, not expecting him to say that in the slightest. You had really thought Brad was upset with you or attempting to avoid you all night, maybe this was why.

“What’s stopping you?” you flirted back, taking yet another step closer, now able to feel Brad’s breath against your skin, his lips slightly stained from the red wine you had been drinking all evening.

“I’m not sure,” he mumbled, leaning in closer to you.

Both of you losing your inhibitions, you pressed your lips together desperately. It had been something you had both been thinking of for a long time, the satisfaction seeping through you as you felt his soft lips on yours. His hands reached for your waist, turning around so you were against the wall in the shadows of the corner of the hall, his lips moving hungrily, the kiss deepening.

You reached up, lacing your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly, earning a groan from Brad in return. His tongue teased your bottom lip, and you opened wider, your tongue touching his. He pulled away for a second, you breathing heavily as he moved to your neck, hands moving up and down your sides.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this,” he muttered, the feel of his breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. “I have a pretty good idea,” you blurted out.

“I’ve been thinking abut you all day, it was killing me seeing Colby all over you,” he said.

“I only want you,” you breathed out.

“Good,” Brad smirked before you pulled him back to your mouth, hungry for his kiss again. 

You put your hands on his chest, his firm muscles against your hands through the soft fabric of his shirt. You trailed down to his stomach, revealing in the feeling of his body. He did the same to you, hands trailing around you, landing on your ass as he gave it a slight squeeze.

You pulled him closer to you, wanting him even closer than he already was, wanting all of him. You felt his crotch against yours, smiling in the kiss about what you did him.

“I want you so bad,” he groaned.

You took his hand, leading him to your bedroom, kicking the door closed behind you. He set you down on the bed, climbing on top of you as you wrapped your arms back around him, drowning in the kiss and his body. He smelled of cologne and tasted like wine, it was intoxicating.

You reached for his pants, toying with the button when there was a knock on the door, startling both of you.

“Y/n?” Colby asked from the other side of the door. “Are you in there? Just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

“Yeah!” you blurted out as quickly as you could. “I’m fine I just wanted to change clothes.”

You facepalmed yourself after saying that, Brad laughing at you. Now you actually would have to change clothes to make it believable. Although, you assumed Colby had some idea about what was going on.

“Rain check?” Brad asked, despite how badly he wanted to go further.

“I guess so,” you sighed. “You can at least take me out for dinner first.”

“Of course, m’lady,” he chuckled. “How’s tomorrow sound?”

“Sounds lovely,” you grinned. “Now get out so I can change and we don’t look suspicious.”

“I think we already look suspicious, love, plus I want to see you without clothes on.”

You shoved him, letting out a laugh.

“You almost get some action and suddenly you’re so bold?” you ask.

“It's the cheap wine, babe,” he nodded. “It’s all about the cheap wine.”

You changed quickly, letting Brad stay in the room, kissing and fondling each other a little more. You wanted to go all the way, but your friends were all in the other room, and you were the host. You took his hand, leaving the room and shutting the door.

“Have fun?” Connor asked, eyeing both of your messed up hair, Brad’s pant button still undone.

“Oops,” you grinned, standing in front of him so he could button it up.

You sat on the couch next to each other, Brad’s hand brushing your thigh, still wanting to be as close to you as possible.

“Not a word,” you pointed at Colby, earning a laugh from everyone in the room.

You looked over at Brad, his soft brown eyes boring into yours. You knew this wasn’t just lust, and that maybe what you’ve always wanted was in the near future. 

Maybe he would be yours.

[purpleyellow]

Sleepy talks

NCT 24th member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“What happened overnight during 7in in the Dream” 

a/n: So like, technically there’s 8 of them in this au, but the pun doesn’t make sense with 8 so it’s still called 7in in the dream because i have no creativity. I finished it!! Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open!💛

After changing into pajamas, Bee flops on the huge bed from the downstairs room where she was assigned to sleep. Chenle also lays down, adjusting his covers, when Jeno who was still against sleeping in the “dog bed” jumps in the space between them and somehow manages to hug both of their figures.

“Go to your house” Chenle teases him and in the background, Jaemin can be heard joking with Jisung.

“Let's do one of those cheesy reality moments” Jeno mumbles ignoring the boy and snuggles closer to them. He clears his throat before continuing, “Everyone, what was your favorite moment today?”

“I liked dinner,” Bee says before yawning and Jeno reaches out to tickle her sides while Haechan shouts something from the upper floor.

“That's because you didn't have to do anything” The boy jokes while she laughs and tries to get away from him. What he was saying was true, Bee had been lucky enough to win almost every rock paper scissors game which allowed her to sit back, read and enjoy the weather while the boys sorted out the rest of it.

Her luck had worn off at the end of the day, though. She had to help clean after dinner and, in her opinion the worst task, she was put into breakfast duty which meant waking up earlier than everyone else.

“You two are too loud, go to sleep” Chenle complains and kicks their legs making Jeno begrudgingly get up and enter the dog house. The noise from outside the room indicating that the others were nowhere close to being asleep.

After some complaining and shouts claiming for silence, one by one the boys started to tone down leading the house to silence. Bee was deep in sleep by then, and she would have stayed like that through the whole night if it weren't for Chenle moving around and accidentally kicking her back.

Everything is ten times darker considering all the lights are turned off, and the house is in complete and utter silence. Even the small barbering of staff members is gone considering that most of them had left, leaving only the equipment behind for when they come back the next day.

Bee would have no problem going back to sleep in those conditions if it wasn't for the sudden wish to use the restroom. Truly the worst, her body did not want to get out of bed but at the same time, it demanded her to do so.

The girl scrambles onto her feet, trying not to wake up Chenle or possibly Jeno, and tip toed her way around the house. She hoped to pee as fast as possible and go back to bed immediately after, though it seemed like the universe, once again had other plans.

Not only did she got more conscious than she would've wanted, Bee also got scared by a shadow passing by when she was leaving the bathroom to return to her room. Said shadow was also startled by her presence and turned around placing a hand over his chest.

“Damn, I thought I was the only one awake at this hour” Mark speaks in a hushed tone. Bee points back at where she came out of as an explanation.

“Are you struggling to sleep again?” She asks, remembering that insomnia was one of the things he talked about when they started the “friends plan”.

“I was doing good lately. Guess the change of scenery must have messed it up a little” He shrugs and looks outside for a second. “I slept for a few hours until now. Was thinking about sitting out there and waiting for when the staff starts arriving for the waking up shots”.

“There's still a couple of hours before that happens”

“I doubt I can sleep until then, it's okay though. I'll work on some lyrics or something”.

Bee could definitely use more sleep but the thought of him working until sunrise felt insane to her, especially with the tiring day they had. "I'll go with you then" She shrugs and takes the blanket from the couch.

"You can go rest. I'm fine, trust me" Mark laughs but opens the sliding doors for her to pass.

"We can chat for a second, and then maybe you'll get bored and fall asleep," She says carefully. No matter how many times they had those random chats, she still felt a little weird to start them.

“You're not boring to talk to” He smiles, sitting on the swing chair near the pool. Thinking about something to do, he remembers what they started playing a few weeks before  “Want to play questions again?”

“I guess I can go first” Bee places the blanket on top of her and thinks for a couple of seconds before continuing “How did you get good at that game we played earlier?”

“Which one?” Giggling, Mark thinks back at the long day they've had and how it was impossible to guess which one she was referring to.

“That one we used it to decide who was going to clean up. You know, with the cups” She yawns making the sentence trail off.

“Oh, beer pong?” Mark waits for her to nod, “I don't know. Just played it a lot with 127 I guess. My aiming isn't that bad, so that's also probably why”.

“Cool, cool” Her head pends backward and hits the back of the chair making Bee rest her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again and seeing Mark’s side glancing at her.

“You should go to bed. I'll be fine here”.

“It's your turn now” She ignores him and nods for his question. The boy sighs thinking for a second before speaking.

“What's your favorite Harry Potter movie?”

“Never watched them”

“You've never watched Harry Potter?” Mark exclaims now fully turning to her with a deeply concerned expression.

“I'm sorry,” She says mid-yawn

“We're doing a marathon once things calm down. I can't believe you haven't even watched one of them”.

Humming, Bee closes her eyes again, momentarily slipping off to unconsciousness before shaking her head and waking up.

“Yun-hee, just go lay down” Mark laughs pointing back to the house. “We're getting up to make breakfast in a couple of hours, rest while you can”.

“But you're going to stay out here by yourself?” She frowns, half-convinced to go back into the warmth of her covers. “At least go back to bed even if it's to stay on your phone or something”.

Mark thinks for a second before accepting her suggestion “Okay, let's go”

He jumps to his feet and helps her get up.

Bee drags herself and the covers back to the door of her room where she waves him good night and flops inside. In the dark, she accidentally falls on top of Chenle, who doesn't even move while she maneuvers herself onto an empty space to safely drift back into dreamland.

It feels like the blink of an eye between that moment and a few hours after when Jaemin jumps on top of her and starts making weird "boop" noises, calling her to go help him make breakfast.

[cvtqr]

we only have 15 minutes, sugar

pairings; eren jaeger x reader

content warning; mentions of past jean x reader, oral sex, masturbation, recording, manhandling?

february 19th

you always found eren jaeger attractive, especially tonight at this party. his long hair thrown up into a messy bun, his white shirt with water split on it - making it see through. god you were about to start counting his abs. but who you were really here for? jean. you guys weren’t in a relationship or anything, just friends who liked to help eachother. it started off when you guys would go to eachother for advice or he would find himself in your dorm room ranting to you. just helping eachother with little problems of course. that doesn’t mean sucking his dick was that much of a stretch from it, right?

anyways jean was in a frat house, along side eren. they were throwing a party, and somehow jean convinced you to stop by. you didn’t know if you were regretting it or not. jean was no where to be seen so you just sat yourself on the kitchen counter drinking some punch you found in a bowl. you were admiring eren from a far, remembering all the bad things jean had said about him. how he just annoys the living shit out of him. but god, how attractive he was. you could’ve sworn you looked down at your phone for not even a minute when you heard someone clear their voice right in front of you. you looked up to be met with eren.

“uh hi?”

“hey hey! erm- y/n. we had physics last semester together. eren, eren yeager.”

yeah, i already know your name

“oh hi!”

“my friend reiner over there says he knows ‘ya too. wanna come play truth or dare with us in the backyard hm?”

slipping your phone into the pocket of your shorts, you jumped off the counter, centimeters away from eren.

he let out a low chuckle, placing his hands on the counter, trapping you inbetween the granite and himself. he looked you right in the eye before reaching one of his hands back to grab a chip in the bowl behind where you were sitting. your breathing shakened a bit and you rolled your eyes at him, looking down.

he let out another chuckle before grabbing your chin and tilting it up, forcing you to look at him. “no need to roll your eyes sugar. if you were expectin-wanting something else, just say it. i’m not a mind reader baby.” he gave you a little wink before letting you go and backing up.

“i erm- i gotta pee i’ll meet you guys outside.”

he gave you a small head pat before running towards the back door.

right when you turned around to head to the bathroom you crashed right into jean, stumbling back a bit.

“oh hey jean!”

he sent you a blunt hey and started walking to the back door with an annoyed look on his face.

tch, what’s his problem.

your little bathroom excuse wasn’t actually an exuse, the amount of punch you were drinking finally caught up to you. right after you sat down your two best friends since birth, sasha and connie came bursting through the door, hysterically cracking up.

“YOO IM TRYING TO PISS.”

ignoring your comment they both collapsed onto the counter laughing their asses off.

you lightly smacked sasha on the back of her head, since she was the laughing the closest to you. “i swear if one of you idiots don’t tell me what the problem is-”

“YOUR BOYFRIENDS ARE OUTSITE FIGHTING OVER YOU-” connie said between laughs practically screaming.

“my who?”

“JEAN AND EREN. I-I ASKED FLOCH WHY THEY WERE FIGHTING AND THEY SAID IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOU AND HOW JEAN IS ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU ARE SO GOOD AT SU-”

“GOD SASHA YOU DONT HAVE TO TELL HER THAT PART”

“CAN YOU GUYS STOP SCREAMING!”

“SORRY, sorry y/n. apparently jean saw you and eren in the kitchen and well, tried beating eren up.”

letting out a sigh you pulled up your pants and ran out of the bathroom.

running outside you found jean knocked out in the arms of marco and eren standing up, wiping some blood out of the corner of his mouth while winking at you. walking right up to him you slapped him right across the face.

he let out a deep, long chuckle.

“i need to talk to you.”

“lead the way sugar.”

you grabbed his arm and pulled him inside while feeling every single pair of eyes on you.

“where’s your room.”

“if you wanted to get me in bed you could’ve just asked baby.”

god can anyone be that full of themselves

“no - no. i don-”

“i’m just joking sugar. follow me.”

he grabbed your hand and led you up into his room, closing the door behind him.

“what the hell was that all about.”

“for the record he started it. he got jealous for no reason and i wasn’t going to let him use me and his rag doll. and you shouldn’t be with someone like jean anyway. you should hear the way he brags about you being his bitch whenever the house is hanging out.” eren plopped down onto his bed

with that you didn’t know who to be mad at this point. he patted his lap signaling you to come over and sit on it. ignoring him you rolled your eyes and sat down next to him, causing him to chuckle again.

“you should clean your wounds that looks pretty deep on your cheek. and take a shower you smell like dirt and grass.”

he got up and headed over to his bathroom door. leaning on the door frame he turned back around.

“only if you stay.”

“hmph, i’ll think about it.”

15 minutes later eren walked out of the bathroom. you were no where to be found. he did know that he’d get back to you one day, considering you left your phone number on a gum wrapper in place of where you were sitting.

february 26

friday strolled around as quick as ever. this week you talked to eren a few times. he texted you on sunday night to have a good week. sicne he was being nice you replied with a “you too:’)”

after that he texted you yesterday afternoon asking if you wanted to come to another party. you never responded, and now it’s friday, 2:05. you just finished all your classes, and you’d be lying if you said you had anything else to do. well except for the pile of homework you usually wait until sunday to do.

sighing you texted him back saying you already had plans and wouldn’t be able to make it. after that you decided to take a short nap. what you thought would be a short nap turned into you sleeping until 6:30. you figured you should get up and get some dinner. you decided to grub hub some taco bell and eat it in the dinning hall. after getting your food you sat down in the corner of the room. it was pretty empty since it was pretty late for dinner.

“ouch, i’m offended.”

you turned around at the familiar voice

“even jean could convince you to come out but i get some lame exuse.”

“it, it wasn’t an exuse. i do have plans.”

“yeah with yourself.” he pulled over a nearby chair and sat next to you.

“i ditched the party, it was pretty boring.”

“so you came to bother me?” you said while still stuffing your face with your food

“yeah pretty much, you wanna hangout?”

“i mean do i really have a choice?”

he leaned over and grabbed one of your nachos, shoving it in his face.

“no not really sugar.”

rolling your eyes you threw out your garbage and led him to your dorm room. since it wasn't that far of a walk, neither of you said anything on the way there. he just simply followed you. 

once you got into your room you shut the door behind you. 

“if you’re sitting on my bed then shoes off.”

“demanding” he said while slipping his shoes off and plopping onto your bed

“soo..” he said as you sat down next to him.

“wanna watch a movie or something? i see you have a tv in here.”

“sure, let me just fix my blankets so get up.”

he nodded and chuckled, getting up. you pulled down your comforter so there was room to get in, and threw all your blankets into the corner before grabbing your remote and slipping into your bed.

“is this an invitation to come lay with you under your blankets.”

“shut the light.” you said while pressing power on the remote. 

the last thing you remember from that night was cracking up with eren over some stupid movie the two of you put on. before you knew it you woke up with a tight grip around your waist. you look over to see eren, still sound asleep. he was so pretty. you figured the two of you just fell asleep while watching movies yesterday. moments like these you were grateful your roommate was on back at home for family issues.

you tried slipping out of his grip before he pulled you back in and groaned. he was still sleeping so you figured you weren't getting up anytime soon, so you closed your eyes and drifted off back to sleep. you woke up about two hours later to find no eren, but a note.

forgot i have to work on a project with floch. i had fun last night, lets do it again soon :)

you were in a good mood the rest of the day. 

may 15 

its almost been four months since you've met eren. you also cut off your contact with jean. he was a good fuck while it lasted. over the last four months you and eren got closer than ever. hanging out almost everyday, going to parties together, falling asleep cuddling every weekend, you name it. yet again, friday came around. instead of cuddling, you and eren decided to go to a party at some sorority house. 

three hours later you were sitting in a circle with a bunch of people you recognized / were friends with. you were all playing a game of truth or dare, cracking up at each other. everyone’s secrets were coming out and people were doing some crazy things. and the list of things we had to do on campus was piling up. for example, connie has to pull a prank on professor ackerman during class on monday. until it was sasha’s time to ask you.

“hmmm. OH Y?N! truth or dare babes!”

you really had to think this one over. sasha had the power of exposing every single one of your secrets if you picked truth, but she's also kind of crazy so who knows what she would dare you to do. after a small debate in your head you went with dare.

“i pick dare.”

“alright! hmmMMM. i dare you to go into an empty room with eren for 15 minutes.”

you felt the heat rush up to your cheeks when you stood up and stretched your arm out for eren to grab. 

you both left the living room and headed up to a room while hearing the small, faint giggles from your friends.

entering the room eren shut and locked the door behind the two of you.

“so.. what do you wanna do?”

“hmm. we only have 15 minutes, sugar.”

this is it. the moment you've been waiting for. you had eren right in front of you. just go up and kiss him already! 

as you slowly walked up closer to him. he flipped the both of you, pinning you up against the wall. 

“let me see if you taste as sweet as I've imagined, sugar. pleaseee you don't even want to know the amount of times I've fisted myself to the mere thought of it.”

you gave him a nod and that was all he needed to pull you off the wall and push you down onto the bed. pulling up your skirt and pulling down your panties, he grimly smirked. 

“don't you dare cum without my permission.” was all he said before going between your legs and flicking his tongue onto your clit. your breathing quickly became heavy and irregular before he shoved two fingers, palm deep into your cunt. 

“ahh~ f-fuck eren-” you blurted out while starting to move under his touch, slightly bucking your hips up. 

that was until you felt a strong pair of hands hold your hips down. 

“stop moving or i’ll stop.” he hissed out before going back down on you, eating you out more forcefully than before, brining you right to your climax.

“f-fuck eren i need to cum- please let me cum. pleaseee~”

“no.” he said while pulling his fingers out of you.

“the only place you’re cummin’ is on my cock. you hear me?”

you wiped away the slight tears forming in the corners of your eye while nodding.

“that's a good little girl.” eren said while smirking

he swiftly grabbed you and flipped you over onto all fours, while shoving your face into the mattress. your first reaction was to perk your ass up for him.

“well someones eager aren't they.” was all he said before pulling down his pants just enough for his fully hard cock to spring out. he could've came just to the feeling of eating you out. 

he leaned down into your ear while whispering, “as sweet as sugar.” he started jacking off while still leaning down, before quickly cumming all over your ass. 

did he just?

he pulled up his pants before getting up and heading up towards the door. 

“well sugar, looks like our time is almost up. we should get back to the ga-” he was cut off by you running up to him and clinging right onto his shirt. practically crying you were blurting out small no’s.

“f-fuck the game, er - eren please just fuck me.” you were so desperate to the point where you were choking on your words. 

“aw, i’m sorry baby i didn't mean to make you cry.” he said while stroking your hair and patting your head. “come suck me off in my car and maybe if you do a good job i'll take ya home and fuck you, yeah?

may 18

sitting in your first class of the morning you were bored out of your mind. getting some lecture from professor ackerman after connie drew all over his desk.

that was until you got a snapchat notification from eren. opening it you were oh so grateful you had your headphones in. it was a video of eren cumming all over his laptop with a video of him shoving his cock oh so deep into your pretty little cunt. 

with the caption of missin’ the taste, sugar :’(

you’d be sure to pay him a visit during your lunch break.