#this genuinely made me go on a pacing rant after I watched it

[iddybyddybee]

The ATLA Live Action was... ffffffiiiiiiiinnnnneeeee

It had a very high bar set from the original show and a very low bar set from the movie, so for it to be okay but flawed is the accepted middle ground. There were some things that I liked, a lot of things that made me say "...suuuuree?", but one thing that made me absolutely frustrated was how they handled Aang's backstory.

Not only did they put it at the front of the show, effectively taking the mystery out of who he is for the audience(for newcomers), but the reason why Aang left was completely botched. In the original, he was told he was the Avatar by the council, everything changed around him, and then he found out he was going to be separated from his mentor. He left in an act of selfishness, panic, and immaturity. In the live action, only Gyatso told him and in that SAME NIGHT he left to "clear his head". This makes his view over leaving the world seem less impactful.

If you'll allow me, here's how I would have structured this:

(Screw the Great Comet Festival, that was just a contrived way to get all of the Airbenders together so that the killing could be quicker.)

Aang is a very talented airbender, having already gotten his tattoos and being leagues ahead of his peers. He's called in by the council to be told that he's the Avatar. They tell him this at age 12 instead of 16 because of the impending aggression from the fire nation.

Aang takes this roughly as once the rest of the temple find out, everyone treats him differently. For the next few days, his friends stop playing and training with him, and the other adults treat him like a god/omnipotent figure.

Aang confides in Gyatso over this, but Gyatso assures him that he won't treat Aang any differently, that he's a person first, Avatar second. Aang feels comforted, but another council member overhears this and confronts Gyatso about this in front of the council leader. The council leader tells Gyatso his shpeal about how his attachment to Aang is too strong and that they must separate, planning to send Aang to the Eastern Temple. Aang overhears this and panics, running away after writing a letter to Gyatso about how sorry he is for putting him in that position.

Aang takes off with Appa, not some place in particular, just anywhere but the Southern Air Temple, blinded by frustration and sadness. They end up in a storm, where the wetness on his face is either rain or tears. He snaps out of it when he hears thunder and realizes that he has to get back home. They never do as the storm waves crash into them, causing them to nearly drown, causing his Avatar state to kick in and freeze himself and Appa.

Meanwhile, at the Southern Air Temple, Fire Nation soldiers attack due to the strength of the comet (I'm assuming the FN have scattered to all four Temples for simplicity's sake. If the comet took longer, then they would be attacking the South first before going to the other temples). Gyatso goes to find Aang to warn him, but he's not there, leaving only a letter left. Though he is worried, Gyatso knows what he must do.

Gyatso is cornered by multiple soldiers, Fire Lord Sozin leading the charge.

"Where is he? Where is the Avatar?" Sozin exclaims.

"He is not here," Gyatso replies, acting calm in the face of adversity. Sozin flames out a fire dagger from his fist.

"You tell me where he is or suffer for your death!" Gyatso smiles sadly.

"I will never betray my friend." Sozin grunts angrily, turning his back on Gyatso.

"Kill him! The Avatar is not here! We must find him!" Sozin walks away as the soldiers take their stances. Gyatso breathes in deeply, the soldiers start their fire, and Gyatso makes the ultimate sacrifice to protect Aang.

Now put this in episode 3, 4, or 5, and you're left with a compelling backstory that combines elements(hah) from both shows. Make Aang feel like a child, but don't dumb it down or explain everything right out the gate. Show how Aang's decision to run effects him in the present. The whole strategy of the Air Nomads is to evade, and that ends up costing Aang his entire people. The line "Because I never wanted to be" in response to Katara's question has so much depth if we SEE Aang struggle with accepting his identity.

Anyways, I wouldn't mind a season 2 or even 3 if, and only IF, they fixed a lot of their writing problems. Rant over.

[radellama]

Picky but.. when watching a docco/docco style video, while it can be interesting to hear about how you ended up in contact with certain relevant people, or how there were plans to contact people that fell through, or that you couldn't get in contact with them... I hate when the filmmaker harps on and on about their 'investigative' process and try to dramatise it.

Sorry but. I don't really want a 15-20+ min detour of you lamenting over trying to get in contact with certain people when all that's happened is you sent an email and didn't get a reply.

[honeipie]

little rant on the mha boys and relationships.

authors note: this was spontaneous word vomit that i needed to get off my chest. shoto's turned into a whole fic and i struggled writing for him the most omg..

boys included: izuku midoryia, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki

izuku midoryia

ouuu my baby.. first off, his love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service. we all know this boy goes leaps and bounds for people he barely knows. that’s what makes him such a great hero. after watching i just get the feeling that it would take the longest for him to get into a relationship. i’m thinking late twenty’s or early thirties. he watches as his colleagues and friends start to grow their families. getting married and having babies, while he sits back silently wishing that was him. he had so much going on in his life from after the war to becoming the number one hero that he simply lost track of time. it wasn’t his own doing that pushed him to start dating but his friends (mostly kirishima and mina). they tested the theory out first of course. inviting everybody over their house for a get together. the two made sure they got the chance to subtly corner the green haired man.

—

“hey izuku! would you mind holding rumi for a second? thanks!” mina placed the baby in the man’s hands making him a bit startled.

“oh! sure” they both stepped a few paces back into another group to analyze his behavior. it took a few moments but then they saw it. a genuine smile and sparkle in his eye that they hadn’t seen in a while. izuku was tickling the baby’s stomach emitting giggles that made him feel somewhat accomplished. kirishima came back up to him slapping his hand on the back of his shoulder.

“man you’re a natural! why aren’t you dating around? finding your person? clearly you wanna be a dad. do you want to adopt on your own maybe?” kirishima took the baby from a sheepish izuku.

“no, i definitely would want to get married first. but you know how hard it is to date when you’re a hero. you guys are lucky you have each other though. i just don’t want to put that person in danger, or have them just like me because i’m famous of have money. plus, they’d need to be ready to have a family right away.. not that i’d force them or anything! it’s just we’re getting older and-“

mina placed a hand on his shoulder “we get it! i think i know someone that i can set you up with”

—

now let’s say you and izuku hit it off, get into a relationship. this man needs someone who can pour back into him. someone who reminds him that it’s okay to feel overwhelmed from the kind of job he has. someone who tells him it’s okay to cry when it’s just the two of you. someone who’ll let him be izuku midoryia instead of the amazing, unbreakable deku.

he spends all day helping and doing things for others. when he gets home he’s absolutely exhausted. sorry for you independent working ladies but i think he needs someone who’s willing to take care of the house when he’s not around. someone who lets him come home to the warm meals and fresh sheets on the bed.

not that he’s lazy in the relationship or anything! this man will literally do anything to make you happy. on days he’s off or if you had a hard day at work (if you wanna), he’ll help with the cooking and other chores. it’s just for the most part he wears himself thin because of his job. so yeah, he wouldn’t mind someone who already has his dinner on the table when he gets home and gives his shoulder kisses as you two bathe and tell him how resilient he is.

as for kids? yeah get ready, this man wants at least four. plus like he said at this point you’re both getting older so he doesn’t care how yall become parents. whether you’re willing to have some kids, or if you’d rather foster/adopt! all he knows is that he wants to be a dad for sure.

izuku midoryia’s biggest red flag is just not telling you when he’s not feeling himself so you have to deeply analyze him to understand whenever he’s feeling upset. you have to start most of the communication, but when he gets into the groove he lets you know everything that’s going wrong.

katsuki bakugo

this motherfucker.

jk i love him! he just needs somebody that can match his energy in some moments, and be the calm in the storm in another. in short he needs someone with balance.

he would get into a relationship maybe early or mid-twenty’s i would say. i honestly think his love languages are everything but words of affirmation. just the non-verbal stuff. he would be the type to fall in love with someone in a work related context (more specifically his personal assistant). he always thought you were pretty, but if you think this man is going to tell you that you’re fucking delusional. in fact, he goes out of his way to be the sassiest man alive to you until you finally get tired of it. he had said some shit about you getting to his office faster because you were only one floor down.

—

“do you ever get tired of hearing your mouth? because i do” you placed papers down on his desk before turning around “you have a meeting in twenty minutes. the car will be here in five. wouldn’t want you to be late cause i know how busy the elevator gets” the slam of his office door got the gears in his head turning.

ooh, he likes youuu.

the next day, you took the elevator up to his floor but noticed some construction down the hall. you almost jumped when he appeared next to you.

“‘ts your new office. so you won’t have to take the shitty elevator anymore” you gave him a silent nod which acted as your thank you.

—

when you two started dating it’s pretty nice. y’all’s favorite pastime would have to be people watching. you sit outside of a coffee shop with baseball caps and sunglasses on talking about anything or anyone that’s interesting enough to bring up. when the press finally figures you two out all you do is find another shop and do the same thing.

now it's more of the opposite with katsuki than izuku. he loves that you keep yourself occupied with a job and will do anything to support you on any career goals you have. though if you do want to stay home he'll support that too. katsuki is going to need somebody who sticks with him through his good, his bad, and his mf ugly. someone who is able to know when to give him the space he needs. the love that he likely needs to receive the most is physical touch and words of affirmation, and it's really good if you do both at the same time. i think the most effective on him would strangely be the little doses. like a small squeeze to his hand and just saying "i'm so proud of you" or "you're my number one hero" would make him feral.

time for katsuki's red flag. he would absolutely put his job before you! just because he's in a serious relationship doesn't mean that he still doesn't want to be number one. and if you want kids that's going to be tricky. now here's the thing.. katsuki wouldn't mind having one or two kids, really, but you see right through him. he already cancels on a lot of your dates, and makes up for them eventually, so you get over it. but if you had kids you don't really know how it would affect them. you knew that he would support you at first, taking time off for maternity leave, but after that then what? kids wouldn't understand why he was choosing the world over his own flesh and blood. so you mightt just have to wait until he matures a bit more to have that conversation.

shoto todoroki

i had to work myself up to write him cause wheeewww. where do i start? to get into a relationship with this man you gotta be in it for the LONG RUN. not because of his job or anything, just because he's him. yeah, he's maturing beautifully as he goes through life but baby he still don't know what a real relationship consists of. his love languages gift giving and quality time. i think really heavy on the quality time because he never really got to spend time with the people he loved when he was younger so he makes sure to cherish those moments now. i couldn't tell you when specifically, because it'll just happen on one random day.

honestly, my best guess is that he would fall for someone he sees everyday while doing one part of his routine. for instance, he has his own personal gym, but he’s grown to like running in the park better than his treadmill. that's where he sees you for the first time walking your dog. you'll both smile politely as you pass one another every day. this goes on for about a month until you start to not show up for about a week.

—

after one of the hero meetings shoto decides to bring it up with izuku "there's this girl i see when i run, and i haven't seen her in a whole week. it's strange, but i'm kind of upset when i don't get to see her"

izuku smiled hearing shoto finally talk about someone he’s interested in "you've got a hallway crush!"

shoto scrunched his face in confusion "izuku, i run at the park near my house"

"no, that's not what i meant! it's just another saying for a crush on someone that you just see but don't really talk to" izuku tilted his head one finger on his chin "do you want to talk to her?"

shoto thought about it for a moment "yes, i think i do"

"i can help if you want!-"

"hah!?" katsuki's voice boomed throughout the room. as always, he had been listening into their conversation "you wouldn't know how to talk to a woman even if someone gave you cue cards!"

"kacchan, once again, nobody was talking to you"

"that's what i would say to you about women" he got up with a tsk "text me when y'all are going out for a run. i want to see this trainwreck live and in color"

so that's what they did. the next morning they all joined shoto for his morning jog. he kept an eye out until he saw you. he stopped right in his tracks causing katsuki to run right into his back.

"watch where you're going you icy hot bastard!" he yelled but shoto paid him no mind.

"there she is" he mumbled, watching as you unclipped your dogs leash.

"okay first off don't fucking stare at her you weirdo" katsuki grabbed his shoulder turning him away with izuku nodding in agreement.

"maybe you can compliment her dog!" izuku suggested but katsuki shook his head.

"nah, go for the shoes. chicks love shoes"

right as they started bickering shoto felt something jump up on his leg. he turned to see your dog had run up to him in an excited manor.

"bruiser!" you yelled out chasing after him. once you got ahold of him you smiled up at the pro hero "i am so so sorry about that. i thought he was finally ready to be let off the leash but i was wrong" you tried to stop your racing heartbeat. not only from the running, but maybe from the fact that the top three heroes were standing right in front of you.

"i like your dogs shoes" shoto blurted making both katsuki and izuku curse under their breath “and im glad you’re fine. i haven’t seen you for a week so i was starting to get worried”

"you noticed? i was on vacation. and i like yours.. too?" you said going to latch the leash back onto your dog's harness.

"thank you, but i don't have a dog" shoto stated rather bluntly making you chuckle.

"right, my mistake"

the two of you got into conversation rather easily forcing the other two to talk on the side. the only reason they were still there was to make sure shoto didn't fumble the bag "i like your dog's name"

"ah, thank you! i named him after the dog from legally blonde. have you ever seen that movie?"

"no, but it must be good if you named your dog after a character"

"yeah it is! i think they're actually playing it at this drive-in movie theater tomorrow. i was thinking about going"

the two men had subtly made their way behind you. as soon as you said that they both perked up making exaggerated motions.

'go with her!'

‘ask her out dumbass!'

shoto squinted his eyes trying to decipher what it is they were saying. when he finally got it he nodded looking back at you "i would like to take you there tomorrow on an official date"

your mouth slowly opened at his boldness before pointing to yourself "me? are you sure?"

"yes, i think you are very pretty and i like seeing your face every day when i run"

'o-okay then. i'll see you tomorrow"

right before you could leave izuku and katsuki dramatically held up their phones.

"oh right. can i take your phone?"

"are we going to have to go on this fucking date with him?" katsuki mumbled turning to izuku.

"might be a possibility"

—

i feel like once this man finally starts to get the grasp of what a relationship is truly about he gives in that he is head over heels in LOVEEEE. he doesn't care what you do, honestly. working? cool he's showing up there once or twice just to make sure you’re okay. wanna stay at home? the best part of his day is coming home to his true love and seeing what they made for dinner.

for the topic of kids he's so insecure about it at first. not wanting to end up like his father of course. but if you give him enough reassurance and time then after you have your first kid he knows he wants more.

shoto's red flag could easily be that he's emotionally unavailable but hear me out. at the end of the day he still grew up in the todoroki household and might've picked up some traits that aren't the best. we all know this man is blunt so he has no problem dropping snarky comments like "you gained weight" or "i don't really like your hair like that" and i don't even think he means to be rude most of the time?? homeboy just says what he thinks. though if it's really getting to you and you bring it up to him he will 100% start to think before he speaks.

[cixl-writes]

nepenthe — kim minji

SYPNOSIS — `` | minji loves her job, really she does! it just gets too much sometimes. luckily for her, you're there to become her escape.

PAIRING — `` | kim minji x non-idol!fem reader

REQUESTED — `` | yes

GENRE — `` | fluff fluff fluff

minji was stressed.

that much was obvious to everyone who she encountered today. from the seemingly permanent frown on her features to the way her body seemed so tensed, it was all too obvious.

her members didn't wanted to make her explode or snap and remained cautious around her— hell even pham hanni didn't dare to try and push kim minji's buttons! she was grateful, of course, but she felt bad if she was being honest.

she knows that it wasn't their fault, and the thought made her feel more guilty.

still, minji just wanted the horrendous day to end.

the girl trudged up to the stairs of her girlfriend's condominium, eyes shutting close from time to time and shoulders sagged down after the day. she just wanted to rest in your arms, and using that as a motivation, minji fastened her pace.

the idol paused when she reached her door, hand busily opening her phone and frowning at the screen that greeted her. '3:18 am', it showed.

something tells her that her beloved is now asleep and she'll just feel even more guilty if she ever wakes her up.

debating in her mind whether or not she was going to continue, she didn't notice the door opening and lo and behold, l/n y/n coming out of it. it was until y/n spoke up did she even noticed.

"hm? hey min, what are you doing just standing outside like that?" y/n showcased a smile, albeit a bit sleepy yet it remained mostly happy at the sight of her favorite person in the world.

"come on in, i just finished cooking you some late night dinner— or early breakfast, at this time."

kim minji mustered up a real, genuine smile for the first time.

"lifesaver~" she sang playfully before entering the neat condominium, kicking her shoes off. y/n only laughed, "i know that you'll probably get off your schedule late, so i'm prepared."

the l/n wrapped her arms around the kim's waist, chin resting on her shoulder. "how was your day, love?" she urged the girl to start ranting, eyes lovingly watching her from her shoulder.

minji started to finally let her feelings out, heart and shoulder slowly becoming light.

"—and then, i got scolded because i was the 'leader'!" y/n hums as she guided her lover to take a seat in the kitchen.

"that's horrible, what happened next?" she quipped and pushed the other to eat for now, chin resting on her fist as she attentively listened to the rant.

"what happened next is—" that routine continued to repeat until they were both settled at the bed, minji freshly out of the shoulder but still not done with her rant about her day.

the idol sat on the soft cushion in the floor, letting her girlfriend gently dry her air as she continued to talk her heart off. "—then, the producer wanted me to do this and that like i'm one of his employee; i mean, what the hell?!"

"wow, what a bastard."

"right?!"

minji huffed with an angry pout, crossing her arms in front of her chest like a child. y/n placed a few pats on her head with an amused chuckle. "rest now, min. you deserve it after such a long day."

the kim, who had her head leaned against the other's thigh, felt her eyes drooping down— a sign that she actually needed that much deserved rest.

the l/n once again guided her girlfriend to the bed before she could doze off in the floor, tucking her in and kissing her forehead right after.

"sleep well, min. you deserve it..."

NOTE — `` | this is the best i could do after hellish weeks </3

[empyreanromantic]

Suuuper long rant about The Cleaning Lady and armony because I'm sorry, but I'm just really disappointed with the energy this season had. But hey, if you enjoyed season 2, then that's amazing! I'm genuinely happy for you and I hope you can continue to enjoy the show!! These are just my thoughts:

So I haven't watch episodes 2x10-12 because 1) I wanted to focus on finals, and 2) after 2x09 I just wasn't feeling it anymore. And after seeing the mixed reactions to the finale, I'm not sure I want to catch up on the show after all. I tried to enjoy this season, I really did. I normally hate love triangles with a passion but I thought hey, if the writers are having a fun back-and-forth seesaw motion with it as they put it, maybe I can have fun with it too.

The thing about season 1 that really got me hooked was that it was SO DIFFERENT. The story, the characters, the entire atmosphere and aesthetic was so unique compared to other shows I had seen. And most of all, it had SPICE to it. A mother who will risk it all for her son and a gangster who learns to open up his heart and falls hard for this woman. Incredible concept. Classic beauty and the beast story and enemies-to-lovers trope that I will never get tired of.

Thony and Arman's chemistry was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. There was a passion and fire there since the very beginning, and the fact that these two went through all those different stages of "please don't kill me" to "maybe you're not so bad" to "you're not the man I thought you were" to "how could you betray me" to "I trust you with my life" and finally "we're in this together" was just ugh. It was so good!!

I rewatched armony scenes from season 1 so many times, I listened to Thony singing "Someone to Watch Over Me" on repeat. I'm sure it was the same for a lot of viewers as well. I loved the soundtrack composed by Mark Isham.

I loved the progression of looks Arman gave Thony throughout the season. I loved their teamwork. I loved them finessing the FBI. I loved that Arman cried in 1x05 because he thought Thony betrayed him and in 1x06 when he cried FOR her. I loved that 1x07 opened with a freaking musical number. I never expected that from this kind of show and it surprised me in the best way! I loved the vulnerable and earnest dance scene in 1x08. I loved Arman tapping out the numbers in 1x10. The tension was palpable. This show had me hooked. It made me feel things and I was so happy to have found something new to obsess over. I LOVED season 1.

And went it comes to sequels, of course it's never going to be the exact same because the writers have had a lot more time to work on the first installment, to really polish it up and make it the best version it can be before it even gets pitched to a company who will invest in their idea. So I understand that for season 2, the showrunners didn't have as much time to develop it. That being said, it is no excuse for the mediocrity that was season 2.

Whereas season 1 was unique and fresh and spicy and heartfelt, season 2 was monotonous at best and downright stressful at worst. The fast-pacing was them trying something different. I get it. But I stopped enjoying it because it got real old real fast.

I've seen a lot of criticisms that the passion between Thony and Arman doesn't seem to be there anymore, and I agree to some extent. I wasn't expecting them to kiss and have sex or confess their love for each other, because there were still a lot of obstacles in their way and that's realistic! But the pacing of their relationship was so odd that at times I was wondering why they even tolerated each other's presence. There were moments where you could still sense the chemistry, but those moments were few and far in between. Where did all of that magic from season 1 go?

I liked that Thony and Arman didn't get together at the end of season 1, because even when you put the whole infidelity part aside (which never bothered me because come on this is fiction), despite the chemistry, attraction and tension between the two of them, there was still a power imbalance there. Arman was Thony's boss, and Thony was very much dependent on him, most obviously financially. Their conversations were mostly about money and Luca. I feel that 1x02 and 1x03 did the best job in exploring Arman's past and his relationship with Thony as a man rather than as her savior. And yes Arman came to rely on Thony and trust her as well, but I never got the sense that they were truly equals until the end of the season.

Season 2 came around, and Arman was at his lowest point, working for Kamdar who treated him like dirt, and he was more and more ashamed of who he was becoming. I thought, "ah I can see where they're going with this! Arman and Thony are now on the same level and they're going to build each other back up!" But no. They just end up running drugs and spend the entire season trying to pay off Kamdar. Maybe I was just interpreting it all wrong and was picking up on the wrong things, but hey, the viewers picked up on the concept back in season 1 that maybe Nadia and Arman never truly loved each other, which would have been really interesting to explore and we could see how their marriage starts to fall apart. But it turns out they do love each other and they have problems because... *squints at smudged writing on hand* Nadia's possessive ex suddenly wants her back??

And despite the showrunners insisting that Arman and Thony's relationship is never going to be a full on romance, I call bullshit. You cannot deny that people were watching the show for the romance, filled with all the angst and sexual tension. Whenever I see the showrunners talking about how armony is platonic or that their bond is deeper than love, I cannot help but think that they feel bitter that people are not watching their show for anything else besides armony. Like Jesus Christ it's okay that people started watching because of the romance. It means you were doing at least one thing right, you should take it as a compliment.

I'm getting way too heated about this lol, but if this show ends up getting greenlit for season 3, I'm not even worried about Thony and Arman getting together at this point. I don't think I even care anymore. Who knows if the writers are actually going for a slow burn, because they seem to have a different idea of their relationship than the viewers do.

What I'm worried about is the writers getting into their heads thinking that their storytelling is amazing and the choices they made in season 2 were justified, therefore they're on the right track for a third season. Because honestly that is the impression I'm getting from them. I have only read snippets from interviews that people have been posting online, because I personally don't care to read interviews. If the writers need to explain OUTSIDE THE SHOW the decisions they made, that's a big red flag to me. I've seen it before too many times from my favorite media. I really hoped The Cleaning Lady showrunners would be different.

And it just boggles my mind that they're patting themselves on the back and thinking they've delivered the most mind-blowing season with all their twists and turns and high stakes, because they haven't. Season 1 to me was mind-blowing. Season 2 turned into your average crime drama with drug trafficking and using the same plot elements over and over again. Every week I just ended up rolling my eyes thinking "oh boy, Luca is in trouble AGAIN. Thony is asking Arman for help AGAIN. Marriage problems AGAIN. Working with the FBI AGAIN."

Naveen Andrews and Eva De Dominici were both really charismatic and brought a lot of fun energy to the season, and I'm happy that Eva De Dominici got more screen time because Nadia is just a really fun and interesting character. No hate to Elodie Yung and Adan Canto in the slightest. But only a few episodes into the season and I ended up watching the show for Nadia and for Kamdar. How can that be? When in season 1 I was on the edge my seat, glued to the screen, watching the show solely for the two main leads? I'm sorry but I'm just not feeling it anymore.

Again, if you liked this season, I am super happy for you that you were able to get joy out of it! I sincerely hope you will continue to feel that joy if they announce season 3. Maybe my opinion will change over time, maybe the writers will get back on track. In the meantime, I'll probably just stick to rewatching season 1 and make up my own story of what happens after in my head.

[dainesanddaffodils]

Friends, Romans, Countrymen. I did it. 

I rewatched Strange Magic late last night on a whim.

It’s been, as far as I can determine, at least four years since I had last seen this movie. Probably closer to five. It’s been. A Minute. And I was so horribly worried that I would find all of its faults far more glaring than I had when it first consumed my life back in 2015. That I wouldn’t find the magic in it the way I did before. 

I was both right and wrong. 

I did, indeed, find some things more flawed, to the point of genuinely cringing in a couple places. However, I also came out remembering exactly why this movie captivated me for as long as it did.

I’m going to ramble in more detail about both things, if you’re so inclined to read more.

Things I found as bad or worse this time around:

The pacing. Dear lord, the pacing of this movie is a fucking trainwreck. I knew it the first time I watched it and it was the one critique I would always agree with. It’s just, it’s so bad. I can’t even tell you how I’d fix it but it just. It needs an overhaul please. 

Like, in my memory it was just the first half that was paced poorly. Once you got into the second half, things improved. 

My memory was wrong. It’s a mess the whole way through.

Tragically, Griselda. I always found her character a little grating but at least sort of endearing...  but it has. gotten worse. The matchmaking was only good in providing the backdrop for Bog and Marianne to rant about how much they hate romance but every other scene with it made me feel like Bog must. I lowkey wanted to put my head through a wall. 

Plum, too, was a little more annoying than I remembered. In general the whole “Love is Strange” scene is probably the one I struggled with the most on this rewatch. 

The kaleidoscope bit at the end. Which again, I was always kinda... unsure about but like, everything else about the ending is so good and then that just really. throws the whole groove off and it’s sad. 

Also, I wouldn’t necessarily call it bad but like, all of Bog’s scenes in the first half of the movie are so melodramatic and I know that’s the point but I was still like ‘christ my dude we get it you’re ~evil~ now please chill for five seconds’ 

- and that’s really it. All told, while these were definitely more noticeable faults upon watching this movie again, I don’t think they were enough to truly hamper my enjoyment of the rest of it.

Speaking of...

Things I found as good or better this time around: 

Marianne. My beloved punk rock fairy princess. I absolutely adore how three-dimensional she is as a character. They give her the whole badass makeover training sequence and then spend the rest of the movie showing you its cracks. Showing you that she never fully outgrew the romantic she was at heart. She was just scared of letting people see that side of her after being hurt. She’s bitter and angry and touch-starved and sympathetic and caring and she’s allowed to be all of these things and none of them contradict each other. 

Marianne and Dawn’s relationship. Holy shit I forgot how good that was. We see only glimpses of it but every single one of them is perfection and so realistic. This is how sisters behave. They drive each other crazy and point out each other’s faults and make each other want to tear their hair out and if anyone hurt them there would be hell to pay. All of their conversations feel so... grounded in reality for a fairy rock opera musical. 

On that note, a lot of the dialogue is just, well delivered and sounds incredibly natural. It took me by surprise. 

Sunny! Sunny also surprised me with how much I liked him. His humor is one of the things that has aged the best in this movie and I really enjoyed his character. You can really see how he is a good guy who was just, very easily manipulated and spends the rest of the movie trying to fix his fuck-up. 

The singing. Similar to my point about line delivery, the... way the characters sing in this movie is really well done. I don’t know how to explain it but the way they use songs in this movie really feels like they’re using it as dialogue. Like, there’s plenty of meta jokes about people breaking into song but it also feels like it’s a natural part of this world. People just sing their feelings here, and it feels believable. It’s fascinating. 

 The animation - specifically the character animation. (Like, the movie has gorgeous background shots, we all know this.) I won’t deny that the detail in the faces gets uncanny valley in places but it’s worth it for the expressiveness that it allows. There are so many incredible face journeys, so many subtle shifts in body language, so much that gets to be said without words - either spoken or sung - and it’s just as good as I remember it.

Speaking of things that are just as good as I remember. Yeah, you guessed it. 

Bog and Marianne’s relationship is still just, top fucking tier. 

Like, it goes back to what I said about expressiveness in the animation. I remembered the big things about these two. I remembered the sword fight flirting; I remembered the ranting about hating love together; I remembered the declaration of love at the end set to “Wild Thing” which perfectly encapsulated their personalities. 

I had forgotten how much of their relationship is progressed through small gestures and lingering looks. Things like Bog leaving his staff behind after their fight, and later returning her sword to her - both shows of trust and respect that Marianne is clearly unused to. Things like the way he looks at her throughout the entire “Strange Magic” sequence as he shows her his home and hopes she’ll find beauty in it. Things like the whole face journey she goes through when it’s revealed he survived his castle collapsing, realizing that she loves him. Things like how you can see on their faces that they’re constantly torn between hope and absolute terror at their growing feelings for each other. 

All of these things are done wordlessly and it’s very well done.

(also man, having re-read a bunch of my fics ahead of this I was kind of like ‘wow a through-line throughout all of this is Bog being just, like, absolutely whipped by Marianne from the start’ and friends, upon rewatch it hit me that that was not just some romance novel tropes sneaking into fic - I took that shit straight from the source. My goblin man really was enamored with her INSTANTLY. It was fucking hilarious.)

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Anyway, thanks for coming along with me for this journey. I came out of it just kind of accepting, yeah, this is not what I would call a Good Movie. But it gave me so many things that I loved, and still love, and really, that’s what matters. 

Also now I wanna fucking draw fanart again. That’s wild. 

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Movie Review Blurbs: The Super Mario Bros. Movie

The Highlights

-The brothers were the most endearing part for me, they had a wonderful dynamic that not only made me like them as a duo, but as individuals (from the Mario media I know, there wasn't much focus on their personality so it was nice watching something that gave them more character)

-Jack Black got to sing his silly songs and honestly that's all that matters

-The movie making fun of the egregious Italian accents in the beginning was a good gag, especially considering the two are still Italian in the movie and are given more accurate accents (also I love that they're canonically from Brooklyn lmao)

-Mario was a fucking crack head before the isekai and I enjoy that fact very much

-Yoshi avengers end credit scene

-Surprisingly decent voice acting, they all delivered (especially Charlie Day and Jack Black)

-The penguins, the Dry Bones, SHY GUYS

-Toad is a fucking criminal apparently who helps outsiders break into the castle and goes outside the Mushroom Kingdom to do god knows what

-Off the top of my head, my favorite part of the movie was Luigi running from the Dry Bones and ending up in Luigi's Mansion; great horror scene for a very PG movie

-Whatever the fuck was going on between Kamek and Bowser

-SHY GUYS SHY GUYS SHY GUYS SHY GUYS SHY GUYS-

-Mario and DK's frienenemy relationship was great, especially with how they butt heads but also understand (daddy issues) and respect each other (they're a good ship ngl)

-I liked Cranky Kong as a character, I feel like he was a character made to appeal more to an older crowd now that I think about it

-The implications? Of Bowser's entire fucking ship coming to the human realm? And totaling the city? Magic is real? What's gonna happen there is the U.S. government gonna try and harness the power of the magic realm and capitalize on it like there is so much left unanswered

-simp bowser lmao (many dudebros were mad about this one which automatically makes it the best plotline in my book)

-Mario and Peach weren't shown to have romantic feelings for each other, giving them time to actually get to know each other first

Criticisms

-Ok so let's address the main issue; the pacing. The movie severely lacked transition, bridging and buildup, and it felt less like a movie and more like a bunch of individual scenes thrown together (cause it kinda was). It was frustrating cause the movie was genuinely very engaging, and there was some real lost potential with how rushed it was. It definitely needed to be longer; I think the people working on it were on a time constraint, and it showed

-Pigging-backing off the previous note, a lack of build up to big moments made those moments feel like they came out of nowhere. it also lacked an after math period for those big moments, which makes them feel unsubstantial

-Ok rant time: I saw people having this concern for Peach being a dull #girlboss character that lacked substance, and... yeah, it happened. I think the issue of female characters being sidelined and not given any character depth is being acknowledged, but in a way that still doesn't give them depth. Basically, male creators have realized they've been making female characters useless love interests in the background, so they're fixing this by making said characters hyper-competent, and in the forefront of the fight. However, its had this adverse effect where these hyper-competent characters are now just serving as plot devices to push the narrative rather than being given their own character narrative. They are at the forefront, and fight, but are still lacking in depth and development (what's worse is they still just serve as aides to male leads most of the time, just now in a repackaged way that usually would be held by a side male character). The Mario movie was rushed so none of the characters got much development, but Peach in particular was not given any character development, only plot development (she got isekai'd and is wondering where she's from, but we don't see how this idea effects her emotionally or drives her because... it really doesn't. She's just kinda like "oh hey I'm from another universe... ok cool! Anyway-"). So yeah, that needs work. Male creators need to humanize their female characters like they do the male ones, and actually give them flaws and struggles (Peach literally has a gag about being so perfect she mastered the super hard parkour course they practice on in one go, while we see Mario work on it and improve over time; its lazy ass writing cmon now). Hence why I like consuming media that's actually by female creators, and I encourage all of you to do the same

-Mario and DK were great but again needed more fleshing out, they had this whole bonding moment about their daddy issue but it happened so fast that you couldn't really stew in it much

-Mario/DK's daddy issues were not handled the best, they only got their father's approval when they did something cool and not for actually being themselves; didn't like the messaging there very much

-Though I mentioned Mario x Peach didn't happen, the movie still very intrusively pushes the idea in your face by having side characters comment on it; I imagine this is what homophobes think they're experiencing when queer character exist in media, except this movie didn't even try to be subtle with the push

-Why did Toad just decide to help Mario find Luigi? Why did Peach decide to train Mario so she could take him with her to Donkey Kong Island? Just cause he's a fellow human? And why did she just decide to take Toad along too? Again, pacing

-Rainbow Road being a "secret path" that was literally out in the open and Bowser found it almost immediately lmao (it was also never narratively explained how Bowser found the path if I'm remembering correctly)

-The Luma gag was overdone imo, but the "finally, mercy" part was very funny

-no bowuigi sex scene -∞/10

Final Thoughts

Overall, the movie was very fun, but the time constraint really did bring it down from being a better ranked movie. Its frustrating because the movie had so much to offer, I wanted more from it, and that's why the pacing is something I'm hammering on so much. And for anyone saying "its a kid's movie, who cares?"... sorry I want kid's to have good movies? And not just the kind of drool that comes from Minions-type productions? Movies are art, and art should have the people behind it putting the best into their work that they can, kid's movie or not, so if something is bringing down that art (a time constraint for example) it should be criticized in my opinion. Plus lets face it, a lot of the people going in to see the movie were teens/adults who grew up on Mario.

Despite all this though, I genuinely enjoyed it, and my low expectations for what is an Illumination movie were pleasantly subverted. There was clearly a lot of love put into this film, and I can't wait to see if there will be a sequel. Thanks for reading!

[snowblack-charcoalwhite]

Hi, just dropping in to say I've really enjoyed reading all your thoughts on s2. Luna's ( @vhagar-balerion-meraxes ) too in this ask (link) but I didn't want to invade in that one, I feared I'd go on a full rant under your post :'). Just know I really appreciate you both and I'm happy to hear not everyone has abandoned all our Green babies due to *cough* writing choices that've been made. ❤ Life is insanity at the moment so I really only have the energy to bookmark things by liking them, but I'm still around and happy to hear there are people in my tiny tumblr circle who share my frustrations. The 2nd season so far has been so much more disappointing than I ever dared to fear, but it's comforting to know that at least I'm not alone with these feelings. I'm honestly losing the will to watch the show at this point, I saw most of ep. 5 from gifs long before watching the actual thing. It baffles me how s2 is somehow able to be too fast paced and too slow simultaniously. Like, they skip so many interesting and important character moments and rush through the ones they do add and then we go into snail pace and somehow manage to make a story about dragon family civil war boring (HOW??! ;_;). I came into s2 knowing that the character arcs for most of these characters are going to be negative ones, that they'd slowly become the worst versions of themselves due to all the trauma and war, but the way it's done, they way the show rushes things and loses so much of the nuance, hurts to watch, and again, some of the choices just make me want to claw my eyes out. S1 was far from perfect, but the one thing it did right was it made me care about these characters. S2 seems to be hell bent on making me hate them and is doing it so clumsily that I'd be laughing if the levels of bad writing at times didn't make me want to cry. I've literally stopped watching the show as a story and mainly just engage with it with my writer-editor brain making notes of all the things I can use as examples of how-not-to-do-the-thing later. Which is heart breaking, because I wanted to like it. And seeing how much the cast really genuinely care for their characters, they're doing their damnest but the story is failing them so badly… it's just making me very very sad.

Hi, Liinu!

Thank you for dropping in😊

I share your disappointment and your heartbreak completely. The characters we have come to love and cherish deserved so much more and so much better than what they got.

And the problem is not, indeed, merely in them doing morally questionable or even outright evil things - it's about the clumsiness of the writing and the disrespect with which the characters and the actors are being treated.

For me season 2 has been a disappointment right from the start. I was trying to hold on to hope - but after episode 4 finally gave up on it as on an actual story and decided to watch the rest of it only for the acting and for the possibility to get some nice separate scenes. So you have my complete undestanding here as well.

But at least we, the fandom members who did not fall into the pit of hatred, have each other - just as the HotD actors. Many of them said that the best part of working on this project was the people they were doing it with, and that's really important. Shitty shows end but the friendship lives on:)

[siriuslysatorusimping]

You mentioning Game of Thrones season 8 is other undisclosed trauma.

I don't think I cried this much when Sirius Black and Dumbledore died.

Game of Thrones was other disappointed. I just hate how the writers build up the hype from the beginning and they just let it ruin without any legit context.

Gege did one thing I never liked about writer that is to take away key character from the plot. Whose importance to whole story is indisputable.

My mind is numb at this point, I just don't wanna think about it. So I'm avoiding it.

Thanks for Another level, at this point that is my canon and I have a good cry after re-reading it since yesterday. To be honest I'm re-reading all of my favorite Gojo Satoru's fanfic.

I can't wait for Professor au, being in academic myself it's very exciting to see an au of the same field❤️

OKAY.

So here's the thing. Kiko is about to fucking RANT.

So it's below the cut 🙃

I didn't ever watch GoT. But I saw what happened and absolutely hated that it felt like reverse character development for the sake of time.

My best friend and I have had conversations about character deaths and the impact they have a lot. Here's the thing that I feel JKR did very well: death. She covered death so well in Harry Potter. None of the deaths felt meaningless or like they didn't fit. Sirius had to die in order for Harry to become the man he became. His death was something that was devastating and we felt the pain with Harry. But it drove the story forward, genuinely. Dumbledore had to die in order for the climax to happen. Because the entire fucking point was that Voldemort was afraid of Dumbledore. His death, the way it happened, how powerless Harry felt, was so well done. People can hate on JKR as a person all they want, but she is an incredibly skilled and talented storyteller. She shaped an entire generation of book lovers. And she did a very good job.

The Harry Potter series was well-paced and just well-written. And I had many friends in grad school who were getting their MAs and PhDs in literature because Harry Potter put them on that path to loving reading.

It's also not just Harry Potter. Not to be a JKR stan, but her detective series is actually very good. It's tense and it's got a will-they/won't-they romantic undertone. For every single book of that series, I actually haven't been able to figure out who the killer is before it's revealed in the end, but it always makes sense. That is such good writing.

Gojo's death felt sudden and like it will stunt the plot instead of help it grow. None of the kids are ready to fight Sukuna. Not a single person there could beat Gojo in a fight, so why are we supposed to believe that they'll be able to beat Sukuna? As much as I adore Yuuta, he's not ready to face Sukuna. Yuuji sure as hell isn't ready, but I can see them pulling some dumbass protag bullshit to make him ready. Hakari and Yuuta together might be able to kill Sukuna. But Gojo had the best odds and looked like he was beating the shit outta him.

But what do I know? I'm not a sadistic asshole who enjoys breaking fans hearts 🙃

As for academia in Physical Paradox: I will say that it isn't going to be as dramatic as real academia 😂 I spent a few years in it, and while I enjoyed aspects of it, academic politics made me want to burn the entire campus down. There will be some dramatics, but they won't be as extreme because this is a fluffy AU where everything works out in the end because I say so 😬🥹

[temunitu]

hey i’m rewatching 2012 (again) and one thing i’m noticing is that the writers and producers of each episode REALLY have an impact on how much i enjoy it. (note: i looked up the writers after noticing i enjoyed the episode)

in particular, i’m gonna talk about Metalhead Rewired

so the producer/writer is Ant Ward, who if you’re unfamiliar is one of the main producers of Rise of the TMNT.

obviously i’m a bit biased as Rise is one of my favorites and i’m not too fond with how 2012 tends to handle the dynamics and relationships. take everything i say with a grain of salt.

but my sister (and later my two other siblings) all watched it and we agree that the vibe is different from the usual 2012 episodes. some of the things that stuck out:

- Metalhead grabbing mikey’s face was a reused joke throughout the episode, but besides that, mikey isn’t hit by any of his brothers.

- mikey isn’t even hit by raph. not even when he’s being silly and got his hand stuck in the vending machine. raph seems annoyed but not angry, and he definitely doesn’t smack mikey for it. the interaction seemed way more healthy than the usual “mikey says/does something silly -> raph smacks him” (majority of the silly things he says/does come across as very obnoxious but this one wasn’t as bad. again, my opinion)

- the leo/donnie argument over metalhead’s behavior/programming was refreshing! i could see a bit of both their sides in the argument. most importantly, though, there was really minimal yelling. (i’m writing this a couple days after watching it and i can’t recall any of them yelling at each other)

- the pacing of the episode overall didn’t feel rushed or too full of details. some of the previous episodes (the krang conspiracy) seemed to have an overload of information dumped onto the audience, and the action seemed very fast paced and almost hard to follow. in metalhead rewired, the concept stood out and it didn’t feel too overwhelming with info or action.

- mikey being the only one able to open the portal was actually hilarious. my siblings and i usually don’t laugh out loud at the jokes in 2012 but this one was genuinely funny. i’m still not impressed with how it was a porta potty and they had to add the fart noises but the rest of the joke was fine

- splinter didn’t yell at his sons? or hit them? amazing. didn’t realize it was possible.

- actually that whole interaction was cute, ngl. splinter asking why the door was locked and the other three all giving vague excuses before mikey blurts out the truth. i can always appreciate an honest mikey. and splinter just going “…teenagers” when they leave? yes. this is FATHER splinter.

- i always love the krang in this show. the way they talk gets me every time. their plan was also solid and made sense. again, not an overload of information. the krang are kidnapping mutants to control them. it’s not an overwhelming plot to follow.

all in all, i did enjoy watching this episode. i know my rants in the past have been pretty harsh on the show (and like… that is how i feel), but it’s good to know that not all the writers leaned on the toxic interactions for the turtles

anyway if you read this, here’s a leaf 🍂

[smol-warrior-1258]

Sooooo I was gonna hold off until the full season was done, kinda give the TV show time to play out as an adaptation instead of being distracted by the alterations being made for this version. Because alterations are okay! I think if you're going to adapt anything from one medium to another it should be to express the content in a new way based on the different limitations & possibilities of one medium vs another. You can't do PJO [the TV show] exactly as written in PJO [the books] - it doesn't work and shouldn't be the point - and I think the show is doing a great job to consciously avoid that trap. (My personal opinions on how several first-person narrated book-to-movie adaptations have fallen somewhat flat is a post for another time.)

And so, I was planning to wait. This is a franchise I hold very dear to my heart and have cared about for more than a decade, I recognize that I will be protective about how a story like this is being shown to a whole new generation and may influence them. I wanted to see how the shifted motivations, etc would progress objectively even if I couldn't see how it would get its way back to the story I know from the book. Let this new version run its course and go from there. You can absolutely shift some things and let the narrative move on a slightly different path without losing the heart of it - it's something fanfiction has really helped me embrace despite my initial impulse to bristle at changes to the stories I love.

But I just watched ep 3 and . . . I'm frustrated.

Everything just feels so shallow?

And I want to be clear: I don't mean bad acting. There are a lot of moments where I enjoy the delivery and the emotions the cast are putting out, and their portrayal is a separate thing from what they are portraying.

I am talking about the plot & the relationships & the characterizations & jfc the PACING. I don't know how to be cohesive about this because there's so many things that just make me so apprehensive about this show hitting deep enough emotionally by the end. It is so empty at the moment and I haven't been convinced that that will change as of yet.

Without further ado, an incomplete list of my thoughts thus far:

Oh uh . . . THIS IS MADE OF SPOILERS . . . so yeah

Gabe. I genuinely do not hate - or even really care enough to dislike - Gabe? What? I just. Just how? How can that even happen? This is such a distracting point because Gabe is a character that is supposed to be fundamentally irredeemable. Full stop. So plainly a nasty, abusive, toxic, utter dirtbag that Percy making the "warding-off-evil gesture" designed for monsters causes a reaction to a mortal. He is such an integral part of Percy's (let alone Sally's) character through a good chunk of the first book in particular, and even later on in PJO & HOO Let's be real here: Tartarus smells like Gabe to Percy even after years and I don't think you could get more on the nose than that. I really just don't understand how the show can drop the ball like this. I can - and might, once the season is complete - go on a whole separate rant about Gabe, but I think I've made enough of a point for now.

Let's talk about blue food. This show has done A LOT of verbal exposition all over the place. About everything. Like maybe kinda too much at times if we're being honest. So where is the explanation for the blue food? You have this poignant Thing about Percy burning the blue jelly beans as a sacrifice bc it's precious to him and yet give 0 reason why beyond the fact that his mom gave it to him? This isn't some fun easter egg for book fans to squeal over in the background bc it's a tiny fun reference you'd only notice as a reader - this is a developed plot point that (again) is recurrent throughout PJO & HOO oh and also ties back to Gabe being a dick for no reason but moving on not to mention a specific example of the bond Percy shares with his mother specifically in the abusive environment she endures to keep him safe. I would not be surprised if they do this bit of exposition later on, but the omission really made it feel hollow.

Which brings me to Sally Jackson, our queen. I like a lot about the portrayal that's been shown so far in terms of her alone, but I really didn't feel like we were given enough to show the relationship between her & Percy. This relationship is so so SO important - and I think the show recognizes that on a surface level to the point that it's altered the plot to confirm that she's not dead from the beginning and make that Percy's openly stated motivation for the quest - and yet I feel as though we've been 'told not shown' that fact? Sally is actively present for such a short amount of time to begin with and it's therefore even more important that her significance to Percy is given sufficient weight for the audience to buy in quickly.

Something that threw me off right from the beginning was the pacing. I think I actually did a sort of shocked double take after Mrs. Dodds went down because it's, presumably, the crux of that episode and yet was a blink-and-you-miss-it kind of scene. Then again with the toilet scene! There was no real build up or follow up; it just kinda happened? It's like all the important pieces are there but nothing is being given the space it really needs, no room to breathe, no time to let the audience be drawn in to the story & it's characters. Emotional/plot beats go by so fast you hardly have time to absorb them while other scenes are longer but still empty. Percy's introduction to the Hermes cabin & the montage (which was very fun btw) of him during capture the flag come to mind in that regard. Scenes where you have time to take it in but there's not much there to take. I don't really know what to do with that I guess? It makes it hard to judge what I'm supposed to find important and that throws me off.

Maybe this is kinda still pacing, but I feel like many of the opportunities for suspense/surprise/tension have been totally missed (if not outright sabotaged). There are instances earlier, but I am still reeling from the Aunty Em scenes. I'm trying not to be stuck on "in the book" rhetoric because that's a different beast, but I really have a hard time understanding the benefit to altering the reveal in that way. Same thing with the formal announcement that Sally was not killed - Percy barely has time to grieve before being told she's alive, and any suspense that might have built by Percy mulling over her fate is ruined. Other scenes, like the Furies on the bus, feel like they have no stakes because they're dispatched so quickly. (Okay yeah this is clearly still tied to the pacing lol). There are smaller moments where I also felt the 'told not shown' rearing it's head. Places where they say something is important but don't show anything to back that up. It's like despite all the stuff about how their quest is dangerous and how dire the circumstances are, there's no actual evidence that that's true? They're in a cab and then the bus and then strolling through the woods and then killing Medusa - all with no visible damage or noticeable repercussions to them. I just haven't felt any payoff from their successes because their successes aren't made to look like actual accomplishments.

Look. This isn't the movies. I saw The Lightning Thief [movie] in theatres (quite possibly on opening weekend) and went from exhilarated anticipation going in to actually literally ranting with my friend on the way out. Those movies were barely based on the source material and that is infuriating as a fan of such a quality series. The main frustration there *was* that MANY significant things were missing and/or different from the book not to mention the flagrant disregard for the basic plot. That's not what's going on here, at least not for me.

This is disappointing in a different way because I'm (mostly) able to step back from the fact that certain moments in the book aren't being show here (looking at you, hacky sack scene) or are being adjusted for this newer version; there are elements I'm definitely enjoying for themselves, and I can see potential in some of the changes long term. I'm going to watch through because I am willing to put some faith in a wonderful cast and Uncle Rick that this will come to a place that does the story justice.

But at the moment? I'm just not there yet.

[sxtaep]

THE ONE YOU NEED - JJK

after getting dumped, jungkook finally had the opportunity to swoop in and heal your broken heart.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — angst, fluff, smut

word count — 2k

warnings/tags — roommates!au, confession!au, softdom!jk, sub!reader, lots of cussing, swearing, reader is angry & upset, jk is in love w you, mentions of a bummy ex, crying, very soft, so much love, touching, romantic, sexual tension, hickeys/neck kisses, first kiss, explicit smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), penetrative sex, soft dirty talk, overall very raw and soft

a/n: something short and sweet and a little fast paced 😰

inspired by this song 💗

“Literally FUCK HIM,” you curse whilst pacing around your apartment, clear frustration evident on your face as you threw a strop. Breakups were generally easy as it took a lot for you to get attached but this one… it wasn’t going too well.

You’d been in a mood all day after your boyfriend decided to call it quits all of a sudden because he felt you were “too high maintenance” which, on its own, was pretty offensive but that didn’t really tug at your chest. The fact that he couldn’t handle your high maintenance self made you wonder if anyone could ever deal with you.

At the moment, it looked like no one could.

Jungkook, sat at the edge of your couch, merely watched you pace around with his hands clasped together over his mouth, his eyes following your every move and being cautious as to not topple you the wrong way.

He learnt the hard way; let you rant for as long as you need to and soon enough you’ll calm down.

“Calling me, of all people, ‘high maintenace’, who the fuck does he think he is?!” You aggressively turn towards Jungkook, as if directing the question to him, and you know you caught him by surprise when his mouth fell ajar, practically speechless.

“He never spent time with me, never even acknowledged me, you’d think I was dating a brick wall!”

Yeah, Jungkook knew all of that. He knew your boyfriend was an ass and only showed you attention when he wanted to fuck, which you so willingly gave to him because you always grasped at ‘romantic’ intimacy, and Jungkook hated it. He bet the guy wasn’t even that great in bed since you’d always come back the next day in an awful mood.

“I can’t believe I spent all those nights with him. He couldn’t make me cum once, it got tiring faking all those orgasms.”

That’s his doubts confirmed.

You continue to pace around, spilling all your thoughts and dramatising your hand gestures until you stopped. Jungkook looked straight at you and his features softened when he noticed how teary your eyes had become; on the verge of spilling down your cheeks. He could tell you were trying to hold in the tears, but why? You knew you could comfortably cry around him.

Right, because on many occasions, he pointed out that your boyfriend was a dick, an unappreciative one at that and you decided to ignore his opinions. Your relationship was like watching a girl in highschool chase after her much loved crush who had no interest in her. It was kinda sad and all Jungkook could do was sit back and watch you get hurt over and over again.

If you were with him, you’d never be treated like that.

He hated seeing you in this state. As someone who deserved nothing but the best, seeing you upset over a stupid ex boyfriend made him feel all sorts of things; predominately anger, but that was a given. It also pissed him off beyond words because Jungkook had every chance to swoop you into his arms and keep you to himself, but a part of him genuinely thought you were in love with the guy, so he stayed put.

“Am I really too much to handle?”

Jungkook could’ve sworn his heart broke right then and there, and it hurt more seeing you cry over something that was complete bullshit. His fist was twitching (the things he’d do to punch the living daylights out of that asshole) but you were his first priority.

“Y/N…” he starts, getting out of his seat to approach your form, which looked even more fragile now than when you were mad. “Honestly, that guy has no clue what he’s talking about,” Jungkook tries to reassure you, leaning down slightly and reaching his hand towards your face, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears beneath your eyes.

The pout on your lips only became more prominent as your cheeks heated up from the kind, yet subtle gesture. That’s weird. “No guy wants a girl that’s ‘high maintenance’, is that what he’s trying to tell me? Because I know damn well he didn’t do half the shit I had planned for us—”

“—You’re not high maintenance, you’re eager,” Jungkook adds, bringing you closer to his chest so you could rest your head against him and cry to your heart’s content. “Besides, it’s not a bad thing.”

Your fist lands a punch to his chest, “Obviously it’s a bad thing if it’s the reason why my boyfriend broke up with me, stupid,” you say, through short, broken sobs.

Your roommate only chuckles, his chin resting on your head as he embraced you in his arms. “I don’t think it’s bad. I like my girls high maintenance,” Jungkook smiles ahead at the blank wall, hoping his words would be enough for you to catch on.

“You don’t mean it. You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” you grumble, looking up at him with your glassy eyes and tear stained cheeks, expecting him to make a joke about it but nope, he seemed pretty content staring at the wall like it was the love of his life.

“I think I’ve had my fair share of handling you, and I’ve done a pretty good job at it,” he shrugs, showing you a sheepish smile, “because I care that much about you and I’m willing to put in the time and effort to show you that.”

Was he saying this in a romantic or platonic way?

“Your ex was probably the guy you wanted, but we both know I’m the one you need,” Jungkook whispers softly, leaning down towards your face, and you think he’s gonna kiss you, but he stops before your lips could make contact with his.

Your silence factored out his words being false, and from that, he knew he got you. “I know you felt what I said,” he calls you out on your bluff, pulling you away from him so he could look at you properly and deem his thoughts correct. He shifts his hand over to your chest, right above your beating heart, “…Right here.”

With the way you were staring at him, you were either extremely turned on by him indirectly confessing his feelings to you, or extremely heartbroken that literally anything and everything seemed attractive to you right now.

Who were you kidding? It was all Jungkook.

You finally speak up, your voice ten times quieter than it was earlier on, “And what if I did? What does that mean?”

“I don’t need you confirm or deny it, I know you well enough to know you felt my words in more places than one,” Jungkook’s eyes dance down you body to settle where your poor cunt was jumping between your legs, making it all the more obvious that you were clenching your thighs shut.

Shit. He was good.

He laughs softly, “How could he ever leave a pretty girl like you unsatisfied?”

A part of you still wasn’t convinced by his words, “If you really wanted me, you could’ve had me by now,” you throw at him, expecting him to stutter, but Jeon Jungkook had eyes on you for a pretty long time, so he had a lot to say.

“It’s kinda hard going after a girl who was too busy chasing someone else. You know I don’t roll like that,”Jungkook tugs at your arm, urging you to turn your back towards him so he could rut himself against your lower half whilst his hands slowly, yet with so much need, trailed up and down your arms, warming you up and giving you the chance to relax. “Besides, being patient always works out in the long run.” He was adamant on showing you the love you deserved and if you were planning to be ‘high maintenance’ about it, you bet he had a couple tricks up his sleeve to deal with that.

As if it were second nature, your body was acting on its own, easing into his touch as his hand slipped under your shirt, drawing small circles over your stomach. It wasn’t much, but this is exactly what romantic intimacy felt like, and it made you wonder why the hell you weren’t with Jungkook to begin with.

A pair of soft lips were grazing against your untainted neck, leaving short, supple kisses as they dragged downwards, giving himself more room. “Did your ex ever show you love like this?” Jungkook mumbles, too caught up in kissing you, but he didn’t need to hear you say no. “Why couldn’t he cherish you, huh? I should’ve snatched you up when I got the chance, how stupid of me.”

You’re unable to respond, your senses letting you down much faster than you anticipated and you could practically feel the smirk Jungkook was sporting right now, so you turn around to face him and boy, you weren’t wrong.

“Oh, that’s got you speechless?” He wasn’t mocking you, he felt sorry for you. These past boyfriends of yours never took the opportunity to appreciate the being that was you, never took the time to touch you or show you the love he felt you were entitled to.

He would be a dead man if he didn’t just do it himself.

“Look up for me, would you?”

You hesitate at first, but before you could bask the sight of his face, Jungkook had trapped you in a slow moving kiss. It’s not too fast, nor is it too slow, but it’s just enough to ease your mind and completely take over your being as your arms reach out to snake around his neck, eagerly pulling him in to deepen the kiss.

Your forwardness reassured him that you were all for what was about to go down and before you knew it, Jungkook was holding you tightly within his embrace whilst you straddled his lap, taking his cock like you were made for it. You’d completely forgotten about your broken heart; Jungkook’s constant care and reassurance helping you to disregard today’s events and focus on him.

All these months of watching you chase after a man who didn’t deserve you, Jeon finally had you to himself.

This wasn’t going to be ‘just a quick fuck’. The last thing he wanted was for you to assume he was doing this out of pity, but no, this would simply prove just how much he yearned for you. Jungkook’s top priority was to please you first and foremost.

“Bet that asshole couldn’t fuck you like this, huh?” His tatted hands grip the flesh of your ass, squeezing generously as you whimpered on top of him, masking the illicit sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you. His hushed groans joined in as he looked down to where you both met only to see a glistening mess of your arousal coating his length.

Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this position with your roommate and you only wished you realised sooner that the one who truly cared about you was right under your nose. You felt kinda stupid letting yourself go through useless heartbreaks and dodgy boyfriends when the one you really needed was here all along.

With Jungkook burying his face into the crook of your neck, things felt incredibly raw and intimate, not to mention, you felt so full, you wouldn’t need to force yourself to fake an orgasm around him.

“Gonna come..” You breathe out, your soft walls clenching around him as your hips moved up and down on its own, this time at a much faster pace, but Jungkook was eager to see you finish by his own doing.

His suddenly lifted his hips off the couch, thrusting up in you at such a deprived pace, knowing he was hitting all the right places by the pleasured look on your face. His arms snaked around your waist, his pace unwavering, “Right there, huh? That feel good?”

You nod without hesitation, ignoring the way your inner thighs were tensing in anticipation, waiting for your high to drain you.

“Go ahead and cum, baby. I know how long he kept you waiting.”

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jean who lets bimbo friend reader practice giving blowjobs on him!!!!!!

nsfw 18+. minors do not interact. 

"like this?” 

“mmm,” jean’s content sigh has your lips stretching into a smile around his tip. you know even before he lets out a little hiss that the action causes your teeth to graze a little too much on the flesh of his cock. you quickly roll your lips back over your teeth with a noise of apology. “iss’good, keep going,” he pats your damp hair.

it’s from your earlier shower. you were getting ready for your date at his apartment, as you often do. after you came out of his shower, you’d been ranting to your close friend about your worries for the night ahead. 

“i sound like such a virgin. it’s not even like that, though; it’s just ‘cause this guy’s big, jean.” you met jean’s eyes in the mirror of his vanity with a frightened, awed expression to your face so that your message was really conveyed. “we didn’t do anything last time, but i could feel him through his pants, and i got worried, y’know? ‘cause i’ve never had that big and—well, if we fuck, i’ll make it work, but what if i have to suck him off? it’d be so humiliating if i did bad.” you pouted at yourself in the mirror as you rubbed moisturizer into your cheeks. jean, who sat on his bed behind you, vaguely listening with his phone in hand, hummed along. 

“how big is he?” he asked. finally, he turned off his phone and tossed it before falling back to the mattress and staring at the ceiling. “if you had to guess, i mean.” 

“um...”

jean looked back at your sports bra and shorts-clad figure and quickly realized his mistake, a fond smile on his face. your brows were furrowed in confusion as you examined the length of your own index finger, surely trying to remember how long an inch is. 

“here.” he sat back up and beckoned you over. you were standing between his spread legs in a moment, and he held his hands out between your bodies in a yay big gesture. “this big?” he asked. you stared for a moment with puckered lips before shaking your head. jean widened the distance between his hands. “this big?” your smaller hands came to his own and spread them apart just a little more. 

“mmm...” you squinted. “i think like that big.” 

jean looked at his own hands and thought for a moment. 

“that’s not the worst.” 

“but i’ve never had that big!” the look of worry returned to your face. jean pulled you down to sit on one of his thighs. “besides, how would you know? you ever taken dick before?” you broke into a fit of giggles and poked his chest. 

“no, i just know ‘cause i’m bigger,” he replied. there was no cockiness in his voice, just frankness. your mouth dropped open.

“really?” and jean exhaled in amusement at how you didn’t have the sense to hide how your eyes went to the seat of his pants. “well, are girls bad when they suck your dick ‘cause they don’t know how?” 

“hm...sometimes. but it’s just about helping them figure out how to do it right.”

your shoulders slouched and you let your temple rest in jean’s neck with sad eyes that stared forward. jean tilted his gaze to look at you. he ran his hand up and down the bare skin of your back to comfort you. 

“i don’t think this guy’d teach me how to. he’s not as nice as you are.” the look on your face was so genuinely troubled it made jean frown. 

“i can help, if you want me to.” 

your eyes were on him in an instant. there was a little disbelief, a little childish beam as you wiggled on his lap. 

“really?” 

“how long before you gotta meet him?” 

and that’s how you’ve ended up between jean’s legs as he slowly guides you further down the length of his cock. there’s a burn in your eyes and your throat opens and shuts in protest, but as you stare forward you see you’re almost at the dark hair that tells you you’ve taken all of him. 

“through your nose, right? right,” jean reminds you with a nod. “good girl.” he comes down onto the bed, one elbow propping his body up to watch you while the other one still guides your head further. “try sucking.”

you listen obediently, pulling in a deep breath through your mouth that elicits slurping sounds from the sheer volume of your spit coating his cock and your face. jean groans in approval. “tha’ssit...” 

finally, your nose touches his trimmed hairs. you rest your forehead against his torso and groan at the effort to keep your jaw wrenched open. the sound makes jean rut into your mouth. "okay?” he asks you. you hum your affirmation, and his leaking cock twitches again. “i can do the moving, but it’ll be harder for you. you wanna practice that or want me to go easy?” 

you look up at him with wide, willing eyes. jean smiles and ruffles your hair before swirling it together into a makeshift ponytail held together by his hand. and then he’s pulling himself out of your mouth. you manage a small breath before he’s going all the way back in, and then out and in and out and in until each one of his breaths is loud and primal and your hands are planted on his thighs, tears running down your cheeks. 

his pace is fast but his strength is not brutal. his pushes and pulls of your head are calculated, bringing you up from his thick base just before your whole stomach wretches and stopping just before his tip bounces out of your mouth before you’re coming down again. 

“yeah...yeah...take it,” he breathes. he knows he’s still within his bounds by the way your fingers draw quick patterns into his thighs. somehow he knows he’d be feeling the sting of your nails if you weren’t okay. 

when his thrusts get faster, sloppier and clipped groans erupt from his breaths, jean knows he’s close. and for all your airheadedness, the wiggle of your butt tells him you know he’s close. “in here?” he asks. you hum your consent.

before long, jean is stilling, thrusting his cock deep into your throat and wrapping his big hand around the back of your head to push you to meet him. you whine with the effort of keeping your churning stomach from making you thrash, just as jean is twitching and pouring hot cum into your mouth. he’s so far back in your throat that you don’t even have to swallow for the cum to slide down your esophagus. you do your best to suckle on his base with your tongue as he rides out his high, watching with blurred vision as his balls tighten and twitch. they finally relax once you’ve milked him dry, and only then does he pull you off him. 

“was that good?” you ask almost immediately. jean laughs and falls back on his elbows. 

“yeah. he’ll like that, no doubt.” 

you beam in accomplishment before getting up and turning back to pick at the makeup spread out on the vanity like nothing happened. jean raises an eyebrow. 

“y/n?”

“mhm?” 

“go brush your teeth again.” 

note: thx for the thoughts *slams head into wall*

[msookyspooky]

Set Up

Part 10

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You sat on your front porch, subconsciously bouncing your leg as you waited. The day at school was a nightmare and you couldn't tell anyone that it was. You lied all day and wanted to explode.

But for everyone's safety as well as you're own; you couldn't.

The day leading up to now played out in your mind as you waited on your ride.

"Uh yeah, him and Stu climbed a tree last night outside of my house during the storm to try and scare me. They fell and Billy cut his face. STU broke my glass door on the way down and that's how I cut my foot...Absolute Assholes." You leered as Stu shot you a grin. Him, Tatum and Sidney all stood at your lockers, the end of the school day was already here and you dreaded it.

Tatum glared up at Stu. "I hope you know you're paying for any damage to YN's house." Stu rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Mom and Dad won't miss the money."

Sidney was on edge the entire day. You saw her shaking her head and slamming her locker door beside you. "How could you both do that? That's not funny! There's a murderer on the loose and you both decide that's something to do when you're bored?"

Billy wasn't around. Sidney made it clear she didn't want to talk to him and Tatum was acting as a guard dog to her. You hoped Sidney would just say fuck it and not come to the party at all.

"Sid baby, it was a prank. Chill!"

Sidney turned on Stu. "It's a bad one then, Stu. People are DEAD." She flinched and closed her eyes when a teen ran through the halls with a ghostface mask on, screaming like a banshee to mock both you and Sidney. They whispered whenever you both walked down the halls. You both were crazy, sluts, in on it. You rolled your eyes at it but Sidney couldn't. It troubled her deeply and the things being spread around town about her late mother amplified that.

"Real original!" You called as everyone in the halls laughed but you and your two girlfriends. Stu chuckled and just the sound made you grit your teeth. Knowing he could stop all of this and he wouldn't...In fact, he thought it was like Christmas.

Sidney shook her head. "I shouldn't even be here, none of us should." Before anyone could respond, she jogged down the hall and away from your group.

"What's her problem?" He mumbled with a laugh. Tatum shot Stu a death glare. "We got another call last night. That's the problem, genius."

Your eyes widened. "What?...When?"

"I don't know, midnight maybe? Dewey was on the phone before we answered so we didn't think anything about it. Then we heard the voice. Whoever is doing this is fucked in the head."

Stu chuckled. "Well, it's providing us a huge rager tonight, so-"

You watched Sidney slowing her pace to a walk with her head down. Tatum ripped Stu's ass before running after her. You went to follow when you felt a hand hold you back.

You looked up at Stu who smirked down at you. "Good lie, sweetcheeks. I told Billy you were a natural." He murmured low enough only for you to hear it.

You jerked your hand away, refusing to look at him before you made your way down the hall after your friends. Stu strolled behind you all as you caught up to them as they exited the building.

Stu caught up to you all, on cloud nine as he ranted about his party.

You saw him quickly pluck something from the ground before jogging back up to you three. Face split into a huge grin as he tucked a wildflower behind your ear. You subconsciously felt the flower with a frown as he asked if everyone was going as he handed them wildflowers as well.

You saw him picking Tatum up and hanging all over her. You didn't know if it was envy or genuine disgust over him lying to her. The act of kindness from him that usually warmed your heart felt like ice. You didn't even look at him the same way now as you jerked the flower out of your hair and tossed it. Frowning as you walked behind them all.

"So, you coming tonight?" Stu asked as he sat Tatum back down.

"Seriously?" Sidney muttered as she stopped on the sidewalk to stare at them. Tatum reached out and held her hand.

"I'm buff, you're totally protected!" Stu flexed his arm under his shirt at her before giving her a pleading stare. "Come on, Sidney! Please, it'll be boring without the whole gang there."

Tatum side eyed him. "Uh, no no. Not the WHOLE gang. Keep your mouth shut to Billy."

Stu scoffed. "Babe, he's my best friend."

"I don't care! He's been an ass to Sidney and I don't want him sniffing around for her like a dog in heat. She's not his bitch. So keep him away or we aren't going."

Stu rolled his eyes with a groan. "Ffiinnnee...Party's aren't his scene anyways."

You scrunched your brows at that as Tatum continued. "Come on, Sid. For me?"

"I don't know...Is this really a good time?"

Tatum shrugged. "When is a good time? It's a night to hang with your bff's with no bf prowling around. You need a night off, Sid."

You almost spoke up. "I mean, if you-" You faltered when Stu shot you a warning look. You relented. "Yeah, I'll be there too."

Sidney sighed and shrugged. "Okay, whatever."

You hung back as Tatum and Sidney walked ahead. Stu hung back, slowing his pace and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He bent down and whispered in your ear. "Ya gonna play nice, babe?"

You smirked. You had to in order to make him think you were on his side. "Maybe. Ya gonna spank me if I don't?"

He hissed through his teeth and rubbed a hand over his face to hide a smile. "Argh!...What a fuckin tease. But seriously-"

"I'm in, Stu. Don't be a Billy. I'll see you tonight."

"Alright, I'm so stoked for tonight!" He voiced aloud, clapping his hands together with a grin.

You lost your smirk as you looked ahead at your two best friends walking side by side. Specifically Sidney.

"Yeah...Me too." You mumbled, walking faster to catch up to them as Tatum looked over her shoulder at you.

Tatum looked at you with a smirk as she spoke. "Good, I was just telling Sid the deetz. Okay, so Dewey is going to drop us off. He claims his superior wanted him there at the party so there's no stopping him. He'll take us to the store and-"

"Actually..." You interrupted her. "I uh...I promised Randy I would ride with him."

Both their eyes widened at that. Tatum lowering her head to stare at you with raised brows.

"Um, I'm sorry but Randy?? Who the hell put you up to that?"

"No one. He walked me home yesterday to apologize and he asked."

"Oh, so it's charity. He made you feel bad."

"No, Tat. I wanted to go myself."

They both exchanged looks. Sidney licked her lips and gave a tight smirk as she looked down at the sidewalk. "Wow...So, you and Randy?"

You faltered. "Uh, no. It's not like that!"

Tatum's face split into a chesire cat grin. "Ssuurree. Just taking a nice long sceneic route to the party tonight. Alone. In his beat up Volkswagen. Might be running late too."

"It's NOT like that." You rolled your eyes as the giggled.

Tatum kept it up. "Hey, I'm not judging based on James. You were done with him way before he kicked the bucket but with Randy? You are so out of his league."

Sidney cringed. "I mean, didn't he just accuse you of murder yesterday?"

Tatum touched Sidney's shoulder as she spoke. "Ooohh, maybe that's their thing? Get into a heated argument and kiss and make up later on."

"Yes,Tatum. I' m madly in love with Randy and we have a secret affair happening after school." You stared at her with an annoyed glare. "Get real. We got to stick in numbers right now and Randy offered me a ride. I took it. That's it, alright?!"

"Sure. You gotta drive over together. Go together. Hold hands. Sit in his lap for comfort-"

"Tatum, I'm gonna kick your ass on this sidewalk in about 2 fucking seconds." She dodged you grabbing her.

"Ha! Gotta be faster than that, sweetcheeks."

"DON'T call me that!" You snapped harsher than what you intended. They both lost their smile as Sidney nudged Tatum. The nickname Stu gave you didn't sit right with you anymore. The stress was getting to you, the lack of sleep the night before, the anxiety of tonight....And you had to keep it bottled up or else.

"Tat, ease up." Sidney told her.

"Jeez babe, I'm just joking with you. God." She playfully rolled her eyes and despite yourself...You felt your eyes water. Both of their faces dropped as they stopped walking to look at you. "Hun, what's the matter? You know I'm joking, Right?" Tatum gave, giving you a desperate smile and touching your shoulder. You covered your mouth with the back of your hand, looking up at the sky to try and stop yourself.

Sidney rubbed your arm. "YN, what's wrong? Talk to us."

You shook your head violently, trying to force the tears away. "I...I just really don't want to go to the party."

"Why?" Sidney asked, searching your eyes for an answer.

You took a deep breath. Scared you were gonna cave. The pressure was too much and if you could at least convince them to not go to this party, you might be able to buy them time. And then, you saw it. Your face dropped as you swore you saw the hedge ahead of you all move. A black piece of clothing swishing behind it to hide.

You swallowed hard, staring as both Sidney and Tatum looked as well. Trying to see whatever it was you saw.

"YN?...YN, hey what is it?"

You sighed, knowing there was no way to tell them. Not right now at least. Billy hid in the bushes the day before with you and Randy. They could be anywhere.

"I just...I'm scared after what happened to James. I'm clearly a target. What if-" You choked back a sob on the lie and Sidney gently hugged you.

"Shh, it's okay. We're all scared. I don't want to go to this stupid party either."

You felt a tinge of hope until Tatum spoke up. "I know you both have been through hell but we're safer in numbers. I swear, we'll all stick together no matter what."

Your heart sank as Sidney released you and nodded. "I know, I'm worried but maybe you're right. Maybe we need this party."

Tatum rushed to hug you as well, patting your back. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have teased you about Randy with James dying so recently. That was a dickmove."

An idea popped into your head, as you wiped your eyes. "Hey, why don't you guys cheer me up with a make over at my place? Pick out my clothes and hair and everything. You know I never know what to wear to these things."

You shook your head and pulled back. "It's alright. My...Nerves are just getting the better of me." You trailed off, swearing you saw the bush move again only for a cat to jump out of it.

You deflated. Possibly missing your opportunity but also scared they will overhear. You had to get them both someplace alone. Someplace private where there was no way anyone could hear.

Tatum cringed, clearly wanting to jump on the offer only to groan. "Ugh, I can't. Dewey is waiting on us. We're all on this strict curfew bullshit and-"

As she spoke, a cop car pulled up beside you all.

"Speak of the devil." Sidney muttered. All of you less than 5 minutes away from the school.

You were surprised to see a deputy that wasn't Dewey. "You girls should have waited outside the sxhool! We have chaperones for you."

"Why? For protection?" Sidney asked.

"Yes. Especially you and YN. Honestly, you kids need to use your heads."

Tatum opened the door first and gave the deputy a sassy smirk. "Did Dewey put you up to this?"

"No Miss. Just standard procedure. Your brother was waiting in the back of the school."

Tatum rolled her eyes. "Why would he be in the back when we go out the front door? Freakin goon..." Tatum got in the front as you and Sidney sat in the back, closing the doors.

"I'll drive you girls to your next stop and then Deputy Dewey can handle it from there. Where are you ladies heading?"

"Me and Sidney are going to the corner store on fifth. YN?"

You mulled over your options. Dewey warned you that even though he could get his badge taken for it; getting too many people looped in was a bad idea. If the police shut down the party...Stu and Billy would know you ratted on them. You would be a dead girl. The plan to have Dewey wait outside for the killer to show up with back up on call was your best bet.

You couldn't risk the corner store. Billy and Stu were following you. You just knew it. Even if the tging hiding in the bushes earlier was a cat...You swore you saw a black cloak. You knew you did.

"Are you and Sid going back to your place?"

Tatum shook her head tight lipped. "No, sorry."

You sighed heavily. "Then...I guess take me home and I'll wait for Randy to pick me up."

"Are you sure? You can still go to the store with us."

You shook your head. "No, I don't want to waste the time or be rushed at home."

The Deputy nodded. "I'll escort you home and keep watch. You girls need to be careful."

You nodded, "We will. Thank you."

Tatum shrugged. "Okay but wear that purple skirt with the butterfly belt."

"Tatum that skirt is totally sleazy. YOU bought it for me."

She chuckled as the officer droce and the middle aged man tried tuning you girls out. Tatum replied. "Duh, that's the point."

You bit your lip, knowing you were running and possibly fighting for your life tonight. Had to dress for mobility.

"...Nah. I'm going with the jean and sweater combo."

"Boo, grandma."

Sidney chuckled to herself as she looked out the window. She mumbled. "Use that purple eyeshadow in the one color. That was cute on you last week."

You sat on your step, face resting in your hands and tears straining your eyes. Your parents didn't want you to go but you reasoned that a cop was there. You hugged them a bit tighter than usual and snuggled your kitty cat a lot. The Deputy was down the street in his car watching you. It gave you some comfort but not much.

'What do I do? They're going to kill Sid if I don't do something! I just hope Dewey can get back up there in time when Billy makes his move.'

You saw headlight pull up as Randy leaned over the seat and shoved the passenger door open. You got up and walked over to slide in. Trying to force a smile and crack a joke.

"Jeez, you don't get out to open the door?"

Randy rolled his eyes. "Hey, I opened it from the passenger side. Be grateful I'm giving you a lift at all." You noticed his tone and how rigid he was against the steering wheel. He hesitated before sighing heavily. "Sorry just...Had a weird day at work."

You saw the Deputy pull away in your mirror as Randy pulled out.

"So, what's the movie genre today?"

"Horror. It's called Loomis Looses it. It's a B rated gore fest thriller."

You raised your brows and blinked. "What? Billy was at the video store?"

"Yep and his lil lapdog too...I swear, he's involved."

You fully turned in your seat with your belt on as he drove down your street. "How do you figure?"

He huffed and rolled his eyes. "Please, he has psycho killer written all over him! Why is it that he always seems to just show up, huh? It's like he's stalking his next victim. Or how he just so happened to have a cellphone in his pocket after the killer called Sidney. I know he's got Daddy's money but who the fuck carries a huge cellular in their back pocket? And the guy is a creep! He threatened me, YN. Just like he did yesterday. I swear to god he has me next on his list. Thank god I'm a virgin...Sadly."

You remembered the rules Stu mentioned the night before.

'Oh my God...They're actually serious. They actually think going by those rules will insure that Sidney dies tonight...How does Randy know about those rules? "

"Randy... Why do you know that rule?"

"What do ya mean? It's standard horror movie rules."

"But this is real life, Ray. Not a movie."

He groaned, tapping his pointer finger on the steering wheel with every word. "Look, horror movies got some inspo from real life. If you follow them, you have a chance. Or you can kill the right people."

You stared at him and his eyes darted to you. "...YN, why are you looking at me like that?"

"...No reason."

"Look, I'm not the killer. Billy is clearly the killer, not me."

'What if he's lying? What if Billy and Stu have help? What do I do?'

"Randy...I just have to ask you one thing. If you were the killer; what's your motive?"

"But I'm not."

"Well, pretend. What's your motive?"

He stared at the road as he drove, thinking before releasing air through his nostrils.

"It's the millennium! Anything goes. But if I really had a true motive...It would be to get the girl." He reluctantly coughed and rubbed his nose as he answered.

You blinked, Tatum's teasing earlier flooding your brain. "Uh...You remember this is just as friends going to a party...Right?"

He shook his head with a scrunched up face. "Wh- Oh jeezus, not you!" He barked out as he shook his head.

Randy flinched, his eyes wide. "Uh...Sid? No!...I-" He bit his inner cheek. "Am I that obvious?"

You scoffed with your hands up. "Well, sorry! Damn, you did invite me tonight. If it's not me, I know it's Sidney."

"Oh yeah. Big time. You might as well have hearts popping out of your eyes like one of those old cartoons."

He ran a hand over his face as the other was on the wheel, a light flush creeping on his pale cheeks. "Damn...That obvious and she still only looks at Billy."

There was a wave of awkward silence. An idea crept in your head that slightly unnerved you. 'What if he's in on it? What if this us some bullshit test? Is he just guessing Billy is involved or does he know for a fact? I have to check. I can't even think of saying anything to him until I know for sure.'

You knawled at your inner cheek. "Let's say, you are the killer. We have a motive. How far would you go?...Would you...Would you kill the girl because if you can't have her; nobody can?"

"What?! No! I-..." A smirk played at his lips as he paused. "Oohhh, I get it. A little pay back for yesterday. Your interrogation skills need work."

"But Randy, isn't that a horror trope?"

"Well yeah but why would I do that? That's like, the dumbest reason ever! Sidney and Billy are on thin ice together for good reason. If I killed her, I'm diminishing my chances of her and me being a thing. What do I look like? Norman Bates?"

'He's not the killer. He's not even involved. He can just see the obvious that Billy is involved...I know Dewey told me not to but having him on our team could help...A lot.' You realized.

You stared a moment before sighing to yourself. "Actually...Randy this sounds crazy. Like, really, really crazy but I know who-"

You never got to answer as you pulled into Stu's driveway and narrowly avoided a car speeding past Randy's. Music blaring and teenagers hanging out the windows.

"Christ, assholes." Randy mumbled as he got control of the wheel. The huge house lit up and as immaculate as you pictured Stu's house to be just by what Tatum had told you in the past. Dewey's car was a ways away as you saw him surveying the scene, kids running through the house and few on the porch. Randy pulled the car into the empty yard other kids were parked at.

"Sorry, what were you saying? What's crazy?" He asked as he pulled it into park and turned the key off.

"...That I think...You have a chance with Sidney." You forced a smile.

He perked up. "Really? Ya really think so?"

"Yeah. Maybe you can take her somewhere? Out on a ride or something. You'll never get a chance here with all these people. But if you could take her for drive..." You hinted with raised brows.

You both got out of the car. "You know what...I might just do that. Thanks for the confidence, YN."

"No problem. You're gonna need it..." You stared at the Macher house. Swallowing as you tightened your fist at your side. "We all need it."

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Choices

Yelena Belova Masterlist

Requested by Anon: How about Yelena and R getting in an argument and Nat comforts reader and they cuddle platonically but Yelena comes in the room and sees them in bed together and is fuming and lots of angst and maybe Yelena says something like “I’ve been second best to Nat my entire life” like how Amy March said that to Laurie

Word Count: 2.5k (longish and angsty)

A/N: I love love LOVED writing this, I love this scene from little women and I adored including it in this fic, i genuinely think you’re going to love it

"Hey baby," You greeted, smiling when you saw your girlfriend standing on the balcony of your room. Yelena hummed in response, her shoulder leaning against the door frame. She didn't turn around to face you, her gaze fixed on the cars outside.

Frowning at her lack of response, you walked over to where she was standing. The cold breeze danced along with the curtains, flowing near your bare feet. Goosebumps formed along your skin, you tried to put your feet in the sun to warm them up.

Yelena remained silent, watching you fidget beside her. Her eyes shifted to where your hand was fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Her gaze trailed up to the bandaged gash on your arm, staring at the spots of blood seeping through. She blinked in surprise when you spoke, interrupting the silence.

"Is something wrong?" You asked timidly, trying to play off your injury.

You turned slightly so she couldn't see your arm. Her eyes met yours, raising an eyebrow at the question. You sighed, running your hand lightly over the bandage on your arm.

"Lena, it's fine." You assured her, trying to smile up at her. You hoped it might be enough to crack even the smallest of smiles out of her. But she remained cold, staring at your injury. You held your arm behind her back, moving a step closer to her.

"It's fine." You tried again, reaching your healthy hand forwards to take hers. Yelena flinched away as if you'd burned her, taking in a harsh breath before moving away from you. She huffed as she sat down on the bed, turning to look down at her hands. You slowly moved to sit beside her, opening your mouth to speak before you heard her voice.

"It's not fine." She muttered angrily, quiet enough that you had to strain to hear her. Sitting down next to her, you moved your left arm away so she couldn't see it. You tried to take her hand again, sighing as she moved away from you as quickly as before.

"It was just an accident." You tried, hoping she would see the situation the way you saw it. But she didn't, frowning and turning her head to glare at you. You winced under her gaze, biting your lip tightly before looking away.

It truly was an accident. You were training with knives, Natasha was teaching you close combat. You didn't know how it happened, one moment you were training with her, the next she was clutching a towel tightly to your forearm and calling medical over to you.

Yelena hadn't been there, busy on a mission while you were bleeding. She only saw you now, having heard about the incident from Natasha the second she arrived. She didn't go to see you, rather returning to the room you shared with her, staring out the balcony.

"There shouldn't be accidents where you get hurt," Yelena whispered angrily, her voice lower than you were used to hearing it. She hurried off the bed, pacing in front of the bed, her hands hastily pulling out the ponytail in her hair before retying it.

"Lena," You tried again, hoping the nickname you called her by might soften her. "Accidents happen, it's alright."

Her glare towards you hardened, her hands running through the tangled hair in her ponytail. Your comment made it worse, you winced as she stopped pacing. A lecture on your safety began, all over again. Another lecture on how you were careless with your safety, reckless for no cause, getting hurt for no reason.

You thought there might eventually be a time when you'd get enough of these lectures. But after every single incident, every mission has gone slightly south. Worry was fine, even overprotectiveness, but this? This was exhausting.

"I don't need my flaws to be pointed out all the time." You hissed, interrupting her heated rant about your flaws. She flinched at your tone, frowning and stepping back from you. Her arms crossed over her chest defensively, tilting her head in anger.

"If there weren't so many," Yelena said, raising her eyebrow. Words spilled from her before she had a chance to stop them. Regrets always came before she could stop them.

"I wouldn't have to."

You drew back, your harsh facade falling at her words. Turning away from her, your arms wrapped tightly around your midsection, hiding the flaws you were so sure she hated. You recoiled into yourself, clenching your jaw as if her words had physically hurt you.

Getting up, you quickly tried to leave the room, missing the way she had regretted her words and tried to follow you out. In your haste to leave, you didn't notice the tears in her eyes were identical to yours. The door slammed shut behind you as you hurried away from her.

Your feet padded across the ground, nearing the door to Natasha's room. Unsure where else to go, you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as you thought it over. There wasn't anywhere else in the compound you wanted to go. anywhere else you would face pity and questions, this was the only place devoid of either.

Raising your hand to knock, you moved back in surprise when the door opened. Your eyes widened when Natasha stood there, concerned and a little worried at your state. Without needing an explanation, she opened the door wider for you to come in.

Grateful for the silence, you stepped inside, fidgeting nervously in the center of her room. The redhead closed the door behind her with a soft click, waiting for you to explain. She sat down on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, patting the space next to her.

"What happened?"

It was all it took for explanations and apologies to fall from you. You sat down beside her only to be clutching onto her while you held your tears back. Words and hopes continued to spill even while she tried to comfort you. Her touch and her words helped you calm down enough to see the situation.

You weren't at fault, not entirely, Yelena should have backed off when she saw you were upset. This wasn't an issue big enough to fight over, let alone leave her over. You wanted to make up with her, but her words still rang in your mind when you tried to leave Nat's room.

Instead, you stayed the night, seeking comfort in your friend rather than Yelena. Her hands ran through your hair as you slept, providing you with the comfort you needed to soothe you from your nightmares. All the while you found some peace, Yelena remained alone.

The bed was far too empty without you for her to even consider resting in it. She wouldn't let herself outside the room, scared she might see you again. Scared you might say something which would hurt her far more than she hurt you.

It was never her intention to hurt you, let alone make you upset enough to leave. She could hardly help it when you were hurt, let alone when she wasn't there with you. a part of her was always scared that her abrupt absences would eventually force you away from her.

Her absence was solely to clear her past, it was never more important than you. It was that she found it hard to rest when there was still something to be done to relieve her of the chains of her past. She couldn't find it in herself to live in this delightful dream of love you created when she still saw herself as a monster.

Apologies still needed to be made. Not now, not when she could barely look herself in the mirror, not when you didn't even wish to be in her presence. For the morning she would wait, till she could share her fears without the worry of your absence.

As the morning light leaked into her room, she met it with a sense of dread. Yelena dragged her feet over to your room, fidgeting with her shirt as she stood in front of Natasha's closed door. She knew it was where you would go, where you would seek comfort when she wasn't there.

It hurt sometimes, to see you so comfortable with her, to see you care for her so much. But she always passed it off as a close friendship, knowing she would always be the one you seek. She licked her lips, knocking lightly on the door, waiting for you to answer.

Moments of silence passed, bringing her into more nervousness. She listened for any sign you were there, the rustling of bed sheets, the sound of your footsteps. Silence, even as she knocked a second time. A part of her was scared she had hurt you too badly.

Nothing could hurt her more than seeing you seek solace in Natasha's touch, seeing you wrapped in her arms, breathing on her neck. You wanted to be there, leaving Yelena to be with her. It hurt more than the words she said to you

You stirred at the disturbance, groggily pulling away from the arms holding you. A frown covered your face when you noticed it wasn't Yelena holding you. Moving away from Natasha, you rubbed your eyes while you looked around the room. Your gaze landed on your girlfriend, a smile almost forming before you saw her heartbroken expression.

"You went to her?" She asked, her voice just above a whisper. Her words, yet simple, were laced with insecurity which was rooted long before she met you. An insecurity that she would always be the second choice, that everyone would choose her sister over herself.

"Lena," You began, throwing the covers off the bed, moving towards her. She raised a hand, stopping your motions as a troubled expression passed her face. Shaking her head, she moved nearer to the door, away from you. You frowned, walking towards her, whispering her nickname as a soft prayer.

"Don't call me that," Yelena said angrily, her eyes snapping up to yours. They softened for a moment, seeing the hurt in your expression. She came to apologize to you, ready to beg for you to stay with her. Seeing you with Natasha, pushed all of her good intentions to the back of her mind.

You licked your lips, glancing from Natasha to your girlfriend, you hoped you could still call her that. You knew she came here to apologize, you could see it in the way she shifted her feet, not wanting to leave before finishing what she came here to do. You reached a hand towards her, hoping she would take it. She pulled away from you as if you'd burned her.

"Stop doing this to me." She muttered, shifting away from you. You frowned your hand coming up to brush her cheek. Her head leaned away from you, her hand coming up to yours, holding it at a distance from her skin. You tilted your head curiously at her words, guilt still gleaming in your eyes.

"Doing what?"

"This," Yelena gestured to your hand reaching out to her, pulling away from you. "Pretending you love me when you want her."

She thought your love was fake, where you never pretended, you never lied to her, not once, not even when you were sure the truth would hurt her. She had been fed enough lies to last lifetimes, you didn't add to that. Now she thought you were pretending to love her when everything was true.

She doubted it, your bright grins, your assurances of your love, your words, your actions, everything. The breakfast in beds, the nights you'd spent awake while she was working just because you didn't want her to be alone. The hours you'd spent worrying when she went on missions because you weren't there to protect her.

How could she doubt you?

“I’ve been second best to Natasha my entire life." Yelena continued, almost oblivious to your stare. Her hand ran through her rough ponytail, her gaze flitting from you to her sister. The redhead sat on the bed, looking disheveled, her eyes staring down at the sheets. Catching her gaze, she hurried out of the room, giving you some privacy

"I don't want you to pretend you chose me instead of her." She said, licking her lips as she backed away from you. The silence in the room prolonged as she waited for you to speak. A part of her was hoping you would argue with her, tell her that you chose her first.

But as your silence continued, she began to doubt herself. She watched your expressions closely, wishing to read your thoughts rather than wait for you to voice them. Your emotions were hidden from her, conflict showing across on your face yet your true intentions even she could not read. She began to leave you to your silence when you took her hand.

"Wait," You whispered, her wrist grasped tightly in your hand. You knew she could break free of your grip and leave if that was what she wanted. But she didn't, she stood there, her back turned to you, waiting for you to fight to stay.

"You aren't second to Natasha," You began, furrowing your brows as you tried to compose your thoughts. "I only came to her because I was scared of losing you."

At your words, Yelena slowly turned around, her emerald eyes raking over your features, trying to spot a lie. You let her search, knowing she would find nothing but the truth. You tugged her closer to you, a faint smile crossing your lips when she let you.

"Lena, falling in love with you was never a choice," You said, reaching for her other hand and pulling her closer. Her eyes met yours, a genuine smile crossing your face when she didn't look away. Your thumbs ran across the skin of her knuckles, feeling the skin under your fingertips.

"Staying with you is a choice I will always make."

Her fingertips trailed up your arms, a smile gracing her lips, her hands coming up to your shoulders before tugging you closer to her. Your arms wrapped around her waist as she buried her face in your neck. Your words had calmed even the greatest of her insecurities. Your touch brought her most golden desires to life.

There was much to talk over, many storms to calm, but for now, you could find salvation at this moment. You knew she forgave you, and would never doubt your love for her again. You never had a reason to doubt her, you never will, not as long as you could feel her care for you.

You could feel it when she breathed in your scent, her lips meeting the base of your neck. Your skin burned under her touch with such a warmth you had never felt before. The feeling new but in no way unwelcome, her touch reassuring your safety and her love. She showed you she loved you with the way her lips danced over yours, the way her hands tugged you closer to her, all because you chose her.

A/N: I know it’s been a while since i updated, but i put loads of effort into this, comments and reblogs are FABULOUS! Please tell me what you think of this

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Could I request some headcanons of billy loomis comforting the reader please female or gender neutral plz! <3

Aaah Billy comforting. He's not good at it, but at least he tries.

Went GN bc I didnt know how to make it explicitly female lol.

Billy Loomis Comforting GN!Reader:

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Billy knew something was up when you walked in looking like an absolute trainwreck.

Characteristic puffiness in the eyes? Check. Shoulders slumped? Check. Deep sigh when throwing off your jacket? Check.

Billy honestly, didn't think too deep on it. People have bad days all the time, so what?

He's comfortable enough with you to be his true self, which is to say - much less empathetic than the average person.

BUT, Billy does try. Despite the fact he doesn't feel things the same way others do, he still puts in the effort because he recognizes what he's feeling for you is as close to love as he'd ever get.

So when you collapse on the couch next to him, and you stare at the TV with a deep frown and bluntly state "I feel like shit. Comfort me." he pulls you in without a word

He doesn't say much, just makes you lay your head against his chest, hands rubbing up and down your arms gently.

To anyone else, it'd seem weird you'd have to tell him you wanted comfort. Even weirder that all he does is pull you against him.

But not to you guys. You've learned and gotten used to Billy's eccentricities, and he to yours.

He places a kiss to your temple "You wanna talk about it?"

If you say yes, he pauses the TV and lets you rant. He doesn't take it too seriously unless you get up and start pacing, rambling about this and that. That amuses him tbh, and when you're done, he smirks and tells you to "Come here."

You get between his legs and lay your back against his chest. He holds you, placing a kiss against your temple.

If you say you don't wanna talk about it, he nods and just continues holding you. He's a bit relieved honestly. Gives you little kisses here and there as you close your eyes and rest against him.

Either way it goes, he eventually gets up after a few minutes and disappears into the kitchen.\

He comes back with the phone and a bunch of restaurant brochures. You get to pick and he's paying.

You order, and he decides to take you to the video store. But instead of a movie, you ask if you can rent a game. A violent one, from the M section. You wanted to get your frustrations out. Billy shrugs, bc yeah, he likes watching you play games, and hey, if you rage even better.

Popcorn from the video store? Jiffy pop? Hell nah. Billy uses this as the perfect excuse to make his handmade popcorn, the way he did it with his mom when he was a kid. And also because he does genuinely care about you, and when he remembers how much that popcorn comforts him, he hopes maybe it can work for you too?

You guys go to pick up the take out too, and your mouth is watering. Hell yeah, this night is turning out to be great.

You pop in Dynasty Warriors 3 and slaughter hordes of enemies. Easy, mindless stress relief.

Billy just chills and watches, gets bored a little so you decide to pop in Fatal Frame instead and nooow he starts getting invested.

He's sitting up next to you, his arm around your shoulders and pointing with his beer at where he thinks he saw a ghost.

When you eventually head to bed, though, you start thinking about your troubles once again. Billy notices, after all, he's a pretty observant guy. And, when you're in bed together, you face each other at the same time. Both of you chuckle a little "Hey." he whispers with a smile. "Hey, handsome." you reply back cheekily.

It's a good ass night! You end up enjoying it with Billy. He took your mind off of whatever was bothering you. You've got your fav food, fav snacks, fav man, and some games. Hell yeah.

He cups your face in his hands and kisses you, and you just. Sigh. Or let it out. You kiss him back and when he pulls away, he's looking at you in that intense way that was so purely, and utterly Billy, it made your heart clench

You move closer, burying your face in his chest as you close your eyes and he wraps his arms around you. He gives a kiss to your forehead, mumbling something about how he was here, and eventually you drift off, feeling comforted and warm as you listen to Billy's heartbeat and feel the rise and fall of his chest.