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magmythedevil · 1 year ago

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Hi There! So, I'm the one who made the ask about the criticisms Murder Drones has been getting lately and I wanted to make one more ask to follow up on it. I hope you don't mind and that this doesn't bother you at all, feel free to answer if you want and if you feel comfortable. 💙

So, I've seen the hate for MD get worse and worse (Some people have even made fun of others for loving the show and calling it Mid Or Awful) at least when it comes to over on Twitter..I've even seen someone say that the show is going the HB route when it comes to a show going downhill. If you don't know what I mean, basically Helluva Boss (another webseries on YT) started to slowly go downhill back in S1 sometime around episode 4 of the first season which is where I myself actually started to see a drop in quality and saw just how flawed it was, it's especially worse when you find out nothing was planned out. But, things got REALLY BAD for the show when S2 arrived and more and more critical videos and posts started to come out for Helluva..although with that show, I don't see anything being improved and getting better, especially since the creator herself sees herself as untouchable and sees no flaws with her shows and just absolutely refuses to take criticism.

But with Murder Drones, as I've mentioned..I'm kinda worried and concerned that this show could end up not improving on the issues people have had with the series and more people being thrown off and pushed away from it, some have already called it a drop in quality from Glitch Productions and it's weakest show or just not giving it a chance at all. Of course, there's absolutely nothing wrong with criticism and it's important to hear criticism as it can help you improve and some fans have pointed out and agreed with the criticisms, at least when it comes to it's pacing problem + adding too many mysteries and not answering others we need answers too. Someone also pointed out about the teasers Glitch throws at us when hinting at the next episode drop, some have called it a copout and just there to get us hyped and just false advertising and a cheap way to get fans to watch the show. As I've mentioned, some fans pointed out that telling by the thumbnails and teasers for the recent episode, everyone thought this was gonna be the darkest one yet for the show and a turning point but it ended up disappointing some in the end, ect. I kinda do fear this show going down the drain and even losing interest in the show myself and how people may view it. I'm even worried about the show being rushed, I fear that the reason both 4 and 5 have been struggling with it's pacing + some other issues is because the show is probably trying to rush to the finale, afterall we only have 3 episodes left before the season ends (S1 is supposed to have about 8 Episodes) and we aren't sure where the show goes from here, honestly.

But, back to the criticisms, most criticisms I've seen for MD is that the comedy is pretty bad (or not being funny enough for adults, or something like that) and ruins scenes that do not need them, mostly the intense moments, the shipping and hinting at romance, (Someone on Twitter literally called Nuzi another version of Starco (Star Vs.) I'm not joking!) the direction for the show, since many have mentioned that the story is all over the place and it seems like such a mess and doesn't know where it wants to go and that's kinda understandable..although I don't know much about Liam and how he does his storytelling, so maybe I'm missing something. For anyone who's familiar with Liam please let me know, because most people have pointed out they see the writing as lazy and rushed, but others have said that Liam has a unique and interesting way of telling stories and that's why the show leaves people confused, but idk..as I've said, maybe I'm missing something. I didn't know much about Liam Vickers and what he did beforehand before making MD, I did know a bit about Cliffside, but nothing before that.

Sorry for this post being super long and too detailed, but I wanted to add onto my ask from the other day and see if anybody else has been worried and feeling the same way, I know MD has a huge fandom, but I wonder how others feel when it comes to criticism. I know some fans understand that it's okay for others to dislike the show, but I've noticed the criticisms have gotten a little harsher, at least from what I've seen from people. But, I honestly want to know yours and even everybody else's answers, for anyone who want to give their opinions on this issue that's going around for Murder Drones lately. Are any of you worried and concerned for the future of the show and does it make you sad that the show has been bashed and shit on lately? Is anyone (especially if you're a huge fan of the show) worried about losing interest and the future of the show, or no?

As for myself and how I see things, I'll always love and adore the show and I'm enjoying where we're heading for the show and after that cliffhanger of Episode 5, it left me both excited and invested to see where we go from here, I want MORE of this show and wanna see where we go next and how this season could end. Although, I certainly do hope that Liam and the team do listen to some of the criticisms the show's been having lately and improve on that in the future, especially if we get more seasons of the series. Murder Drones really does mean a lot to me and I think it definitely deserves more love and appreciation, sure it's popular and has a fandom, but not many really talk and discuss about it when it comes to a webseries like Helluva Boss, you know? I remember discovering MD for the first time and it was during a hard time in my life and when I was struggling with my issues, it really helped me happy and smile during hard times and it's just so comforting and I just don't think I'll ever stop being hyperfixating on it. :3

I myself havent see any criticism at all, Just the fandom making memes, fanarts being happy and making theories. The only one i saw was sarcastic chorus's review where he says that episode 5 was the weakest one because the episode felt more like a a set up episode for next one.

And i have nothing more to say than what i alredy said before; I trust the creator and i believe things are going great and when the right time comes everything will make sense.

So If you want a very "scientifical"review analysing everything to say If things really are going bad or are going great im the worst person for It lolll, im just a guy who is in love with everything about the show so im unable to see things in an negative way

Also, comparing murder drones with Helluva Boss doesn't make sense.

These are two completly different shows that are being made in completly different ways, Just because hb is a big indie show doesn't mean all of the other indie shows are being influenced by It c'mom.

Its the first time Liam has gone this far with one of his stories, All of his other projects are unfinished (because you know, animation is hard and expensive) So please give the guy a chance before making those weird "things are going downwhill :/" assumptions

Idk what you guys are so afraid of, the story is going great for me, just because some episodes weren't as good for you as the others ones it doesn't mean that its a "helluva boss situation"

Also, the "It has to much comedy, It should be more serious" thing doesn't make sense for me, murder drones was never meant to be that serious, at least, not when its ins't needed, some people saw how dark episode 3 was and thought all of the other ones would be similiar to It and thats why some guys get disappointed every new episode.

Also on the Topic of the teasers, i agree that the teasers really make things seem like things are going to be more serious when they acctually arent, but saying glitch is doing It on purpose to get views is very.....they just like to make suspense, theyre not clickbaiting you and its very weird that you think that,

theyre just artist doing their best to give a good show. Theyre not a another "evil viviziepop" playing dumb with their viewers, you guys are traumatized JEEZZZ

maybe you just got anxious because you see way to much negativity, try to calm yourself. this is one of Liam's biggest projects, i can assure you this story and Its characters are in great hands.

#murder drones

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tommysparker · 1 year ago

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one person asked me to share my thoughts on the Red White & Royal Blue movie and that’s all i need so here you go! spoilers below

Okay so let’s start with the things I did like:

Taylor and Nick had AMAZING chemistry. They did a fantastic job with what they were given and I can genuinely envision them as the book characters. All the cast did a great job.

The scene with Alex and Ellen was so heart touching. As a queer person who’s come out to their parent and not been accepted, I almost started bawling when I saw Ellen holding Alex on the couch and telling him how much she loves and accepts him. It was a beautiful thing to see and I’m so happy we have more of that kind of representation in media; a safe space to come out and be yourself. Also Ellen’s knowledge of all the different labels in the community and her saying “The B in LGBT isn’t silent” is super empowering.

On that note, Alex’s speech at the end about privacy and how it’s your choice to come out (if you want to come out). Again, a very important message for people to hear and understand. Seeing the effects of being outed hopefully will open people’s eyes and we’ll see less pressure for people to come out or label themselves. And also hopefully people will stop butting into celebs lives in general.

To end the short list of things I liked: the bit with the phone calls was done in a clever way. I thought it was pretty cool, although it felt too much like walmart Heartstopper.

Now, on to everything I didn’t like about this movie

The writing was SO. FREAKING. LAZY. 90% of the movie is exposition. All tell no show. They pretty much only payed attention to the sex scenes and even those weren’t very interesting.

THEY CUT SO MANY THINGS. When I heard they cut June and Rafael, I was disappointed but figured it was to save time and they’d combine their stories with Nora/Liam respectively (which is what I heard). To my absolute disappointment, neither was done and on top of that they introduced this new character named Miguel who is nothing more than a jealous ex hookup. Not only that, they erased Alex’s parent’s divorce and Henry’s mother, two very important parts of their character backstories.

Continuing on about things that were cut, pretty much any actual bonding time we see with Henry and Alex in the book was reduced to short one-minute scenes and cheap montages. Instead they were replaced with beats that were 15-seconds too long that were meant to say something but simply didn’t translate properly.

Also, they completely cut out Alex’s whole awakening and immediately jumped to him coming out to Henry when they meet up after their first kiss. I get it made for a cute little haha funny banter moment but COME ON. Part of Alex’s character arc is him coming to terms with who he is after denying it for so long, and seeing that process is so important to show for people who are doing the same.

The movie felt so fast paced. Every ten minutes a new important story beat happened without giving the audience any real time to process whatever happened before that. By the time they were in Paris I had no interest in them “making love” for the first time.

I’m gonna make an example of this before it stands out as the most annoying thing to me still. The museum scene is a masterpiece in the books but on the big screen it’s so…bad. Half of the scene was done in voiceover for no reason (once again going back to exposition) and the other half was so boring I could barely pay attention. And the “history, huh?” moment being a spoken thing between them, as opposed to through email like in the book’s completely erases the basis all of their supporters held onto in the books. All the signs, the t-shirts, the graffiti, the way they did it in the movie makes it so none of that could exist.

I really wish we saw Alex’s side of things when they got exposed, especially the way it effected his mother’s campaign. I wanted to see him he told he’s off the campaign and how badly it hurt him. Instead we got one scene of exposition and a single shot of him gushing abt Henry and saying he misses him.

From a cinematography perspective, there was some very pretty shots that were obviously made to turn into promo posters.

That’s pretty much all I got for now off the top of my head. I’ve been trying to cleanse my brain of the film for the past 4 hours lmao

If you have your own opinions, please share respectfully!! I want to hear what you liked or disliked about this.

#red white and royal blue

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angelofverdum · 11 months ago

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Shakira - El Dorado World Tour (2019)

There are two things you need to know about me:

1. I love Shakira down

2. I hate El Dorado Album with Passion

I fell in love with Shakira's music a long time ago. Like I would go to war for her so when she gets like this it makes me mad.

I have watched her other concerts like 100 times, but I haven't watched this since it was released.

I remember I was so disappointed about the album that I didn't follow any news about the tour. So, when It was released I was so angry at her for being so lazy.

El Dorado is one of her most lazy albums. It's just awful. I wish I could erase it from her discography.

Now, I know she couldn't get the producers that she wanted because she was confined to Barcelona. But my god I almost threw out My Shakifan card after this album. It got me bad.

Anyways back to the tour. Again, it's just lazy. I need her to get some dancers a choreographer, and a good wardrobe for the next tour.

I know Shak thinks that the simpler the better, and I can say for a fact that there is no stage too big for her, she doesn't need dancers to give a show.

BUT how iconic would it be "She Wolf" with some dancers (more than 2 on a screen🙄) and good choreography?

Also, the wardrobe for this tour omg. It was so terrible. Why would you have a tour called El Dorado and wear Black? Like sometimes what she was wearing BTS was better than what she was wearing on stage.

She is an expert in every area of her job. She is a perfectionist. She pays attention to every detail of her songs and the stage. BUT she is too cheap, you can see it in the bts, when she wanted to put some stuff and they told her it was kinda expensive and then she said well let's cut it a bit then.

And that's always going to be my problem with her.

Btw, Shakira don't you dare to take Ciega Sordomuda out of the setlist, ever again. I need Milan and Sasha to stay in business like Blue did with Diva, cause wtf.

Anyway, this was so random but I'm rewatching Shakira's tour and performance, and El Dorado always makes me mad. I think more now that I just watched Renaissance: A film by Beyoncé.

I love them both, those two are my queens, so I don't compare them, and I actually think they are very much alike, but Beyoncé is willing to put the money and Shak doesn't for whatever reasons.

Let's hope she puts those notes to work.

Shak went to the Renaissance tour (a crime that she didn't take a pic with Bey) and in an interview, she said this:

Weird way to end the year but Te amo Shak. Still my number one artist on Spotify two years in a row.

#Shakira #El Dorado #Love you Shak #Tour #Ramble #Review #She was so cute in some bts

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awholelottayeehaw · 2 years ago

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Mando Finale Thots (Spoilers Below Cut)

I was honestly disappointed with the Season Finale. Was it fun? Sure. Did it have everything I ever wanted for Din and the gang? Almost. But this is why I can't be happy with what we got:

What happened to Paz?? If he died this heroic death why was he never brought up again? I'm glad his son got his baptism finally but like... what about his dad's funeral?? You're telling me that Din wouldn't be mourning the loss of his childhood rival?? Either Paz isn't dead and will make a return next season in a villainous role or the writing was weaker than white people's tolerance to spice

What was the point of the Dr. Pershing episode?? It took precedence over the premiere AND the finale yet nothing came of it?? That whole episode could've been a fucking email if it wasn't that important to the season's overall plot

What happened to the armor the Armorer gave to Grogu?? It was never brought up again and you can't tell me Season 2 and BOBF Din WOULDN'T have been sobbing under his bucket upon seeing it. Also, who bathes Grogu?? Din is a parent is he allowing his son to be a stinky stank and that's how he never saw the armor?? Whack.

How could the darksaber, an ancient indestructible weapon that is capable of slicing through beskar... be defeated in a Ghetto Stomp. Either that wasn't the real darksaber or they got lazy and tossed a major SW artifact out the window because it no longer serves them and they wanted the easy way out hoping no one would notice

Why was everyone suddenly okay with Bo-Katan?? She's a racist terrorist who not once had gone in depth or atoned for her war crimes and I'm genuinely disturbed that people chose to forget that. It's like cheering on Hitler because you liked him as a person outside of his political beliefs. I wanted Bo's redemption to be fulfilling while holding her accountable cause like what the actual fuck how is anyone okay with Bo's leadership after so many failed attempts and lies

The build up was to show that Gideon is so full of himself he had to clone himself?? I doubt that was the big reveal, what they saw in the lab on Navarro wasn't Gideon. I refuse to believe they needed Grogu just to make a more OPed version of Gideon. Gideon isn't stupid why would he clone himself with powers he doesn't have when he knows he'd just overthrow himself? That was bait and I'm not buying that or that he's dead that was a clone

Whomst the fuck wasn't watching Grogu and how did he manage to save Din without being detected????

The Mythosaur deserved better. I'm glad it's getting it's centuries long nap in, but I still refuse to believe the darksaber or Din being a himbo was the reason for her seeing it and then barely remembering to mention it again in the end like if it doesn't come back I'm suing Disney

Why was Din made out to be such a damsel until it was convenient? You're telling me this man easily passed out sinking to the bottom of a historic well despite knowing how to swim and his armor being canonically light, but was able to take down half an army by himself?? Din in the finale was the Din I knew who would never have perished from just being a dumb ass not watching his step. Even Grogu conveniently using the force after refusing to all season felt cheap and you can't change my mind

It's great Din adopted Grogu and all but he still hasn't called him his son?? Just his apprentice?? We spent three seasons with everyone else calling Grogu his son and Din his father but the titular character can't?? Where was that cuddly fatherhood from season 2 and episode 1 of this season? He's been treating Grogu like a nephew at most and I just... give me my space dad back

And why did they name drop Dooku but not Satine? What were the stakes? Why is there a season 4 when there's nothing that really needs to be said or done? Going back to the space western season 1 and 2 promised is fantastic but like... at what cost? Are they going to pretend season 3 never happened? Will it all be a dream? Will the peace be destroyed and Din and Grogu need to save Mandalore themselves and the galaxy with the friends they made along the way???

#The Mandalorian Season 3 #The Mandalorian #Season 3 Finale #The Mandalorian Finale #Din Djarin #Bo-Katan #The Armorer #Paz Vizsla #Spoilers #Thoughts #Billie Vents #Grogu #Everyone deserved better

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sammysamstuff · 1 year ago

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Man, after I promised I wouldn’t get invested in another Netflix show ever again (after the catastrophe of 1899), bc they always get shitty endings and get cancelled, I clowned myself again and binge watched Ragnarok. I was so invested and in love with the show and now I’m so so terribly disappointed with the ending.

What a cop out! Lazy writing that didn’t explain anything, the amount of the loose ends and unanswered questions… it literally seems like the writers ran out of money, the show was cancelled and then they had to quickly wrap everything up with whatever they had.

The whole “it’s all in his head” ending was absolutely disappointing and not at all what the show seemed to be doing for the first 2 seasons. What parts of the plot were real and what weren’t? Was Magne ever in a relationship with Saxa or was it imagined? What about the scenes in the store with Saxa’s credit card? Did he imagine the clerk calling Fjor to confirm the credit card story? Why would Saxa give him her card if they weren’t dating? Why would Signy break up with him if he hadn’t actually dumped her for Saxa like we saw? What about going to his mom’s wedding with Saxa as his date, everyone saw them together!? What about Vidar’s death? What about Ran actually telling the school psychologist that she made her daughter a slave as punishment and tried to kill her? What about the death of the hikers and the new secretary that worked for Fjor, whom he fed to the Midgard Serpent??? What about the old lady from the supermarket that suddenly disappeared? What about all the conversations the giants had amongst themselves regarding Magne’s powers and the hammer? It’s obvious that Magne didn’t imagine or invent all of those moments.

I could go on and on with the unanswered questions and plot holes. The only explanation for such an atrocious ending is that bc the show was cancelled, so was the budget, and they couldn’t film any other scenes so they had to come up with a cheap and lazy solution. It’s been many years since “it was all a dream” and “it’s all in his head” has been used as a writing device to solve complicated plots in a hurry, so I was shocked that this happened.

Imagine watching a show that started with Norse Gods and Giants reincarnated into young people, giving them super powers and who fight each other in the real and supernatural worlds and ended with “it was all a delusion bc the main character was mentally ill and traumatised so he created all of that to cope” 😫

What a waste of time. Can’t believe it. I’m just sat here in shock and disbelief honestly. Now that I’ve traumatised myself many times over multiple Netflix shows, I think I’ve finally learned my lesson and will cancel my subscription bc it’s pathetic.

#ragnarok netflix #ragnarok netflix spoilers #ragnarok season 3 #spoilers #ragnarok

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thirstyforred · 2 years ago

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"a funny thing i noticed, about all of us in the order. were the grandmaster send us to certain death none of us would write a letter before"

"i wouldn't call it funny."

"no, it's not"

"but it makes sense i suppose. aren't we supposed to be a modern version of witchers? something more suited for new horrible monstrosities of this age, more humane... no more pure than our mutant, profane counterparts..."

"i see you did listen to grandmaster's speeches"

"i helped write them, albrecht"

"if you had anyone to write to, would you?"

"last time I heard from my sister it was still the war and she was with the child"

"would her husband take care of her?"

"no, he's dead. same affliction as my father"

"ah, beheading..."

"poison from what I heard. still it would be easier for my sister to die as well."

"than hear her brother also became a failure?.."

"oh I was a lost cause from the very beginning."

"what with you then? your family is alive, aren't they?"

"yeah. they might even be interested to hear from me. not out of concern, but because of the debts."

"i heard it's not cheap to send a child to magical school"

"... and it can be a major disappointment when they turn out to be a lazy dropout... but the truth is I just have nothing to say to them."

"fair."

"i can imagine it being the same for everyone else in the order."

"yes. jacques can be- scarily efficient with his projects..."

#my writing

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mikasimaginairyworld · 2 years ago

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The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - Run Boy Run (2/30)

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Warnings: violence, substances (cigarettes, alcohol), Five's weird relationship with Delores

Word count: 3582

"I survived on scraps. Canned food, cockroaches, anything I could find. You know that rumour that Twinkies have an endless shelf life? Well, it's total bullshit.", Five explained to Vanya while sipping his coffee.

It was way past midnight but neither cared. This was way too important.

"I can't even imagine.", Vanya admitted.

Five chuckled dryly: "You do whatever it takes to survive, or you die. So we adapted. Whatever the world threw at us, we found a way to. overcome it."

"We?"

Five smiled and looked down: "You got anything stronger?" He held his cup up.

Vanya poured them glasses full of cheap whiskey. Five immediately drowned half of it. Upon seeing Vanya's disturbed look he scoffed: "You think I'm crazy."

"No, it's, it's just that... it's a lot to take in.", Vanya stammered.

"Exactly what don't you understand?", Five asked annoyed.

"Why didn't you just time travel back?", the question slipped out before Vanya could think about it properly.

"Gee, wish I'd thought of that. Time travel is a crapshoot. I went into the ice and never acorn-ed. You think I didn't try everything to get back to my family?", Five scoffed.

"If you grew old there, you know in the apocalypse, how come you still look like a kid?"

"I told you already. I must have got the equations wrong.", Five angrily poured himself even more whiskey.

"I mean dad always used to say that time travel could mess up your mind. Well, maybe that's what's happening?", Vanya asked.

Five aggressively put down his glass: "This was a mistake. You're too young, too naive to understand."

Vanya tried to hold him back while he grabbed his jacket and made his way to the door. "Five wait! I haven't seen you in a long time, and I don't want to lose you again. That's all. And you know what, it's getting late. I have lessons early and I need to sleep and I'm sure you do too. Here." Vanya fixed blankets on the couch. Five's gaze softened.

"We'll talk in the morning, okay?", she asked.

"Okay."

As soon as Vanya disappeared in her room Five pulled out a dirty bundle. He unwrapped it and began investigating the object. The prosthetic eye he was holding had an inscription of the manufacturer and serial number. Five knew what he had to do. He silently left Vanya's apartment without saying goodbye.

In the darkness, a car pulled up to the shabby motel. Exiting the taxi two figures in custom made, elegant dark blue suits made their way inside. They picked up their room key and package addressed to "Cha-Cha and Hazel", then disappeared in their room.

Diego left the Doughnut shop through the backdoor as soon as he heard Eudora was there. Unfortunately, he walked right into her arms. "Shit, hang on. Let me just...", he didn't get to finish his sentence as she pulled up a tranquilliser and simply tasered him, completely knocking him out.

"You don't talk to my witnesses, understand?", she lectured him as soon as he regained consciousness.

"Let me catch you up to speed, Eudora."

"Don't call me that."

"Right, Detective Patch. What, are we keeping things professional?"

"I don't know if we ever agreed on things."

"We agreed on some things."

Eudora began going through Diego's pockets. "Did we really, though?", she asked not looking up.

Diego looked at her from behind lazy eyes with a nasty smirk on his face which he knew could do wonders. Eudora pulled out a walkie from his coat: "I'm confiscating this."

"Military surplus, practically giving it away.", Diego explained.

"And this.", Eudora waved a fake police badge in front of him. "No skin, super cheap. Bought it on eBay."

Eudora pulled out his black eye mask: "That you can keep." "You used to like that.", he smiled at her disappointed. "Not anymore."

She grabbed his arm and led him away to the police car. "By the way, this might look like a botched robbery, but my gut's telling me there's something else going on here.", Diego said while he was being pushed into the police car. "You're not police, Diego, remember? You show up and act like you can be a part of this, and you can't. Not anymore." Diego tried to protest but Eudora walked away mumbling something about the Lord testing her. In the background Hazel and Cha-Cha were observing the crime scene.

Five had decided to find out to whom the eye belonged. He was now at Maritech Prostetics with the eye, ready to fight anyone necessary to find the owner.

"Can I help you?", a doctor asked.

"I need to know who this belongs to.", Five showed the eye he was holding.

"Where did you get that?"

"What do you care?", Five asked back, harsher than necessary. "I found it. At a playground actually. Must have just... popped out. I wanna return it to its rightful owner."

"What a thoughtful young man.", the lady behind the desk commented.

Five looked at her disgusted: "Yeah, look up the name for me, will ya?"

"I'm sorry, but patient records are strictly confidential. That means I can't tell you...", the doctor. began explaining.

"Yeah, I know what it means."

"I tell you what I can do. I can take that and give it to its rightful owner. I am sure they will be very grateful so if I can just..."

"Yeah, you're not touching this eye."

"Now you listen here, young man...", the doctor began but before he could finish the sentence Five grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to his level.

"No! You listen to me, asshole. I've come a long way for this, through some shit your pea brain couldn't even comprehend, so just give me the information I need and I'll be on my merry way. And if you call me Young Man one more time I'll put your head through that damn. wall.", Five threatened. The doctor shot a nervous look to the lady at the desk.

"I'm calling security."

Five sighed heavily but let the doctor go and left the building.

Vanya went back to the Umbrella Academy to look for Five. She had woken up and had found him gone and was now worrying very much. She walked up the stairs until she reached his room. "Oh thank God. I was worried sick about you.", she sighed in relief when she found him looking out the window.

"Sorry I left with our saying goodbye.", Five apologised.

"No, look. I'm the one that should be sorry. I was dismissive and I guess I didn't know how to process what you were saying. And I still can't to be honest.", Vanya said.

"Maybe you were right to be dismissive. Maybe it wasn't real after all. It felt real. Well, like you said, the old man did say time travel could contaminate the mind. I think I'm gonna get some rest. It's been a long time since I've had a good sleep.", Five explained.

"Okay. Sleep well.", Vanya wished and left the academy.

As soon as she was out of hearing range Klaus emerged from the wardrobe. "That's so touching! All that stuff about dad and family and time. Wow!", he exclaimed.

"Come on, Klaus. We've got a job to do.", Five sighed.

"Yeah whatever. As long as I get paid."

"You'll get your cut after the job, now come on let's go."

"Wait, we have to get our story straight."

"Our story?"

"Yes, like was I the 16 year old, terribly misguided, hot dad?

"Sure."

"And your mother, that slut, she ran away. Left us to rot. Oh, and we met at a party. Her personality was mid but the sex was amazing!"

"What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain. Now come on."

"Hey! Behave yourself or I'll put you in air jail!"

While walking down Vanya overheard Allison talk on the phone with Patrick about their daughter. Allison angrily slammed the phone down. It was obvious it didn't go the way she planned.

"Are you okay?", she asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, I've never met your ex-husband but he sounds like an asshole."

Allison scoffed: "That's one way to put it."

"You're probably better off here."

"No, I'm probably better off with my daughter. And you know, if I wanted advice, Vanya, no offence but it wouldn't be from you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You don't have a child. You don't know what it's like to love someone like this. Like, when you're apart from her you can't breathe. Like you would die - and I mean actually die - to know that she's okay and happy. You separate yourself from everyone and everything, you always have."

"Because dad made me.", Vanya silently admitted, sorrow in her eyes.

"Did dad make you write that book about us too? You're an adult now, Vanya.You don't get to blame your problems on anyone but yourself.", Allison said and walked up to her room.

Klaus and Five were sitting in the office of Maritech Prostetics. "Without the client's consent I simply can't help you.", the doctor explained again. Five was pacing around the office annoyed: "Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name."

"That's not my problem. Sorry. Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so...", the doctor shrugged.

"And what about my consent?", Klaus suddenly asked. Five looked at him confused.

"Excuse me?"

Klaus slowly stood up: "Who gave you permission to lay your hands on my son?"

"What? I didn't touch your son."

"Oh really? Well how did he get that swollen lip, then?"

"He doesn't have a swollen -", the doctor was cut off by Klaus punching Five with full force in the face.

"I want it. Name, please. Now.", he said a feral look glistening in his eyes. Five looked at him offended and confused but didn't say anything. A faint trail of blood trickled from his lip.

"You're crazy.", the doctor stuttered out.

Klaus just chuckled: "You've got no idea. Oh. What's that? 'Peace on Earth'? That's so sweet.", Klaus took the doctor's snow globe and smashed it on his head. Five looked at him in confused disgust while the doctor began to panic.

He grabbed the phone to call security but before he could answer Klaus grabbed the phone: "There's been an assault in Mr. Big's office, and we need security, schnell!" Klaus slammed the phone into the desk.

"Here's what's gonna happen, Grant."

"It's Lance...", the doctor murmured.

"In about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, and they're gonna wonder 'what the hell happened'? And we're gonna tell them that you beat the shit out of us.", Klaus pitched his voice ridiculously high imitating a crying sound. Five stood behind him proudly looking at him.

"Jesus you are a real sick bastard.", the doctor whispered.

Klaus shot him a feral grin and spit out a shard of glass from the snow globe: "Thank you."

"It hasn't been manufactured yet! Well, this is not good.", Five was pacing around in front of the company building. It turned out that an eye with this serial number didn't exist yet. This had complicated things immensely.

"I was pretty good, though, right?", Klaus asked and giggled happily.

"Klaus, it doesn't matter."

"Number Five Hargreeves!", Nailah's voice echoed through the walls as she shouted angrily and left the building coming directly towards Five and Klaus.

"Oh shit, we made it angry.", Klaus squeaked hiding behind Five.

"Nailah? What happened?", Five asked putting his hands up to signal defeat. Nialah approached him, her usually green eyes glistening now red.

"Easy there, Firecracker! Use your words.", Five tried again but instead he got punched in the face. He groaned as his head flew to the side.

"Feeling better now?", he asked massaging his jaw. As a response Nailah only slapped him across the face letting his head fly to the other side.

"I do now.", she said shooting another angry glance at Klaus who only ducked even more behind Five.

"Would you like to tell us what happened that caused you this much aggression towards us?", Five asked again, feeling another bruise forming on his lips already.

"I just got fired from probably the most comfortable job I've ever had because my idiot brothers thought it would be a great idea to walk in there and beat up my boss.", Nailah said crossing her arms. The fire has receded from her eyes but she still emitted heat.

"Yeah, sorry about that. We needed to find information on this eye.", Five said showing Nailah the eye. Nailah scoffed at the ignorance but didn't say anything.

"What's the big deal with this eye, anyways?", Klaus asked.

"There is someone who's going to lose an eye in the next seven days. They're gonna bring the end of life on earth as we know it."

"Yeah, can I get that 20 bucks like now, or what?", Klaus asked two which Five only scoffed. "You're 20 bucks?"

"Yeah, my 20 bucks."

"The apocalypse is coming and all you can think about is getting high?", Five asked in disbelief.

"Wait what? The apocalypse?", Nailah asked confused.

"Well I'm also quite hungry. Tummy's a-rumblin. Grrr", Klaus admitted making a grumbling noise.

"You're useless.", Five scoffed.

"Five, you better start talking about the apocalypse right now or I swear to god I will kill you this second.", Nailah warned.

"Yeah, I would listen to what the lady has to say. We wouldn't want to anger it again.", Klaus said, comparing Nailah's angry state to a monster. Nailah shot him a dark gaze to which Klaus only blew her a kiss.

Five sighed and gave Nailah the short version of his story. All three of them sat down on the stairs. Nailah pulled out a pack of cigarettes and ignored Klaus' begging and Five's disapproving look.

"Hey, you know, I've just now realised why you're so uptight. You must be horny as hell!", Klaus exclaimed to which Nailah shot him an sceptical glance: "Really? That's the explanation you've come up with? He's horny? It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that he's pretty much a senior citizen?"

Klaus just ignored her: "I mean, all those years by yourself. It's gotta screw with your head being alone."

"I wasn't alone.", Five silently admitted.

Nailah raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Pray tell."

"Her name was Delores. We were together for over 30 years.", Five said.

"30 years? Oh, wow! God, the longest I've been with someone was... 3 weeks. And even that's only because I needed a place to stay.", Klaus chuckled and began rambling on about some dish his roommate/lover used to make that was delicious.

Nailah sighed and went back into the building to collect her stuff while Five blitzed away into a taxi only to wink viciously at Klaus as he drove by. Nailah chuckled at the sight.

Deep into the evening Five decided to visit the Gimbel Brothers' mall. It was the place where he had met Delores and he wanted to know if she was still there. Five quickly found who he was looking for. "Delores.", he sighed at her sight. She was gorgeous. Beautiful fair plastic skin, hair of deepest red and eyes of lightest blue. Five was mesmerised just as he had been the first time he had seen her. "It's good to see you. I've missed you... obviously. Well, I... it's been a rough couple of days.", Five began.

He wanted to keep telling her things but out of nowhere two masked creatures in tight dark blue suits with guns emerged. They began shooting in Five's direction hitting Delores in the process: "No!", shouted Five but his beloved had been hit. Five immediately took cover and crawled to were Delores' head and torso were lying. "Shit. It's them.", he mumbled to himself.

"I'll be right back for you.", he whispered softly to Delores right after ensuring her safety. He ran along the clothing stands blitzing occasionally to avoid being hit by bullets. Suddenly he came across the woman. Before she could shoot him, she was kicked from behind landing painfully on her stomach and her gun sliding away. Five looked at his saviour. "Nailah?", he recognised her fiery eyes in the dark.

Nailah didn't waste any time: "Come on you moron. Let's go!" She pushed him forward now both of them running away from the gunned maniacs. "How'd you know I was here?", Five asked panting and running. "I was spying on you.", Nailah admitted shamelessly.

They stopped at a selection of knifes, both grabbing one. At the next opportunity Five blitzed and Nailah slid each towards one attacker. Five slashed the woman's shoulder and Nailah the man's thigh. Blitzing and running they met again at the spot where Delores was waiting for Five.

"I got you.", he whispered.

"What the fuck."

"That's Delores.", he explained looking for a way out.

"What? A mannequin?"

Five shot her a warning look and Nailah kept the rest of her comments to herself.

At that moment the duo started shooting again. Five, Delores and Nailah started running again.

"Why aren't you using your power?", Five asked angrily.

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I've spend too much time in the pod, I need to reload and it takes time."

"Isn't it feeling-intuitive?"

"Only in life threatening situations."

"And this isn't life threatening?!"

"Not life threatening enough."

"Oh, really? You have preferences?"

"Oh you're one to talk. A mannequin? Really, Five?

They nearly escaped when they found themselves with their attackers in front of them. "Shit.", Five cursed when he tried to blitz all of them away but failed.

Luckily police sirens cars distracted the attackers for a moment long enough for Nailah and Five to take cover. The attackers assumed they had blitzed away and left the mall.

"Your power isn't working either.", Nailah hissed angrily, sweat running down her temples.

"At least I can actually use my powers."

"At least I don't sleep with a mannequin."

"At least I have someone to sleep with."

"At least I'm not stuck in my 13-year old body again."

"Too far, Nailah, too far."

"At least I can admit defeat. Come on let's get out of here.", Nailah pulled herself up and then helped Five to his feet. Walking back to. the Academy Nailah couldn't help but throw confused and disgusted looks at Delores which Five decided to ignore.

Luther wanted to go back to bed but stumbled upon Allison on his way there. "What are you doing here? I thought you were gone.", he asked surprised.

"I was gonna go but then Pogo showed me this...", Allison began.

"Well, listen. I was wrong about dad's death.", Luther admitted.

"What?"

"Yeah, I was wrong about Diego. You know, to accuse my own brother of that is just ... I should be the one to bring us back together not tear us apart."

"Would you shut up?", Allison interrupted him.

"Huh?"

"You were right. About dad. Come on, I gotta show you something.", she said and they both made their way to the tape room.

On their way there they stumbled upon five who was all bloody and sweaty and carrying a duffle bag.

"Five? What the hell happened to you?", Allison asked.

"Are you okay? Can we help?", Luther asked, reaching out his arm.

Five caught him by the wrist in a surprisingly strong grip. "There's nothing any of you can do.", he said in an empty voice.

"Alright, Five, let's go.", Nailah came along climbing up the stairs in a similar state as Five, holing a liquor bottle.

"What the hell happened?", Luther asked.

"Oh you know the usual. A bit of this, a bit of that. A bit of arson, a bit of murder, a bit of theft. The usual.", Nailah nonchalantly said taking a large sip from the bottle.

Luther and Allison looked at her weirdly and then at Five who was still looking into empty space. Nailah shot them a sweet smile.

"Okay. Have fun you two?", Luther suggested.

"Thanks. Have a good night!", Nailah wished cheerfully and she and Five went up to their rooms.

Luther and Allison exchanged confused glances but silently decided to just accept this occurrence and move on. After all, besides Klaus, Five and Nailah were the weirdest of the siblings.

-> The Umbrella Academy Masterlist

#umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #series #Netflix inspired #oc #nailah hargreeves

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this-is-not-a-slow-burn · 1 year ago

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I'm still watching the whole show, but WOW this season is somehow worse than S2

The script is a godsdamn mess. The production value is dismal. The editing is super weird.

I'm not mad about the things most of the people are (not following the books etc) but I am disappointed in how badly this adaptation has been done as far as the quality of the content. It's really bad.

There have been a few bright points but not enough to prop up even a teeny bit of the episode let alone the season.

Just going to muddle through it.

Specific spoilery call outs for episode.... 4? below the cut

WHAT in the effing hell was that scene of Ciri escaping the Wild Hunt?! It was painfully clear Freya Allan was sitting on some kind of fake fur covered mechanical thing that bounced her around. It was absolutely comical. Not only did the weird camera angles used to try and cover that up do the exact opposite, but the scenes where you could see the "horse" it was very clearly a fake animal. Even in the non zoomed in shots it looked like two people in a horse costume.

(may Melitele strike me dead if I'm wrong about the fake horse)

Fake horse aside, it was so brief and underwhelming. They're supposed to be absolutely terrifying, but the scene was so short and so disarmed by the stupid horse head that it had zero tension and no impact. And then Geralt is just magically there, and blasts them with one shot of Ard and they fuck off? WHAT. WHAAAAT? it took more effort to slay much lesser beasts. Dumb.

And while we're on the subject, the way they employ the monsters is so completely random and senseless. They all look the same, and they all look like cheap rubber halloween decorations. I decided to be extremely generous and went with "this had to be a deliberate nod to The Hexer", but boy was it a tenuous grip.

Triss not telling Yen exactly why Ciri shouldn't show up to Aretuza was absolutely stupid sitcom logic of not telling someone everything because.... it would wrap everything up and there wouldn't be the need for the rest of the episode. Super fucking lazy writing. (sorry i'm to sleepy to dig up the trope name at the moment)

I'm just going to pretend the only scene of Jaskier and Radovid started when Radovid started playing the lute. Because everything in that scene before that moment was nonsense. That line about being brave?!

Though I did absolutely love the "I can't take you inside" "then take me here"

that was like kicky feet squeek levels of good.

Geralt's wig went back to being terrible if not worse. Hair does not grow that way. It is incredibly distracting.

I do LOVE Yen's long culotte pants though. But her shoes are horrid. Her tops..... are bad. That dress for the conclave party is ugly as fuck.

there's so much more to rant about but it's 3 AM and now I go to bed.

#the witcher season 3 #witcher spoilers #the witcher spoilers

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radiomurdeer · 9 months ago

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He rolled his eyes right back, completely dismissive of the idea that what she did could be called dancing. "Your flailing about is just a cheap derivative of what proper dancing is. It's lazy, created by those not skilled enough to really cut a rug."

There was also the matter that it wasn't done for itself but to illicit more vulgar activities. What was even the point of the dancing, may as well just skip to whatever people were really after without the disappointing pretense. While she grabbed her purse, he opened the door for her, holding it open like the gentleman he claimed he was.

She chided him with a dismissive scoff, rolling her eyes as she stood from her seat. "Yeah? Well, maybe you'll just hafta stop by the backstage studio sometime so I can show you what real dancing looks like, hotshot. But for today, I guess I can humor ya." And without another word, she brushed past him, giving him a flick with the bushier end of her tail as she went by to go and grab her purse from where it hung upon the knob of a dresser drawer. Oh, she would give as good as she got, when it came to his ribbing, the devious glint in her bright eyes making her joking nature readily apparent.

#visage-of-hell

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bitchlessdino · 3 years ago

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Partying in your Birthday Suit (M)

Pairing: fem!reader X woozi

Genre: fluff, smut

Word count: 5k

BEWARE OF: dom!jihoon, virgin!reader, nip ring jihoon, kinda vanilla tbh, sweet jihoon, sex with hardly plot

Summary: You spend the last bit of money you made part-time just to be left alone on your birthday. No cake, no friends, no anything. But maybe you can at least get laid.

Author note: would you believe that I came up with this prompt from a tiktok I found on Jihoon's bday. This poor girl was legit ditched on her bday and I thought there'd be no way to make up for the night than to be fucking railed by a gorgeous individual such as Jihoon. It's what she deserves. I mean I'd happily take that over some assholes that ditched me on my bday. God, just fucking look at him. If he so much looks my way, I will faint. Enjoy guys! Happy birthday, Jihoon! WOOAHAE!

You really set yourself up for the worst possible thing to happen on your birthday. You actually planned an event, where you ended up almost paying for everything just for no one else to show up. In a decent size hotel room, every corner was decked out in decorations and you brought your own Bluetooth speaker from home to jam to. Now you were moping to dance music, having the never-ending wait of no one, in a dimly lit room all alone.

This was way worse than that one time on your 11th birthday where you were pants in front of the entirety of your classmates in the comfort of your backyard. At least then people cared enough to give you the time of day. At least people comforted you by saying things like, ‘it's okay,’ and, ‘it’s not your fault.’ At least you had someone there. What’s become of you now at 21?

Were you that unlikeable? What was so detestable about you that people couldn’t even bother to come to a nice hotel with food you were prepared to provide out of your own pocket?

You were really going through it.

Already downing a half bottle of cheap champagne, you could feel yourself overwhelmed with the sensation of abandonment. You would think in your twenties you’d have the time of your life like in the movies, making memories you’d remember even in your old age. How disappointing things turned out to be. Frankly, however, this was expected of you, building up anticipating you shouldn’t be.

You found yourself to be a predictable person, calculating every mood you made. You weren’t even crying since you knew not to be surprised despite your excitement.

So, this was what it's like to be left alone on your birthday.

It was as if it wasn’t just yesterday you saw their social media from the night before drinking and partying like it was the end of the fucking world. And now they were all calling in sick, lazy, and hungover. All kinds of excuses were made to give the result you had now.

You felt pathetic.

No one was coming. You were getting either last-minute messages rejecting the invitation you sent days ago or getting completely ghosted. You spent extra hours at your part-time waiting job, scrambling enough money to rent this luxury room all for nothing.

You realized how emotional you were when drunk and the only thing you could do when you’re emotional is throwing caution to the wind.

Evoked with rage burning in the deep pit of your stomach, you got up from your seat. Walking like you hadn’t been drinking alone for the past hour, you made your way to the restroom. You glared at yourself in the mirror. You reached up towards your face and touched up your makeup. Your fingertips smoothed over any creasing, deepened some faded hues, and parted your hair to your satisfaction,. overly fixated on your appearance.

You made it a point to go all out where you didn’t recognize the person in the mirror. Tonight, you traded your plain jane shirt and mom jeans for heels and a classic little black dress. Tonight’s look was also an expense you believed would be necessary and you were going to make that a reality.

With a knowing grin on your face, you whipped your jacket over your shoulder and made sure to grab your room key. The moment you stepped out of the door, there was no going back.

Your feet guided you towards the elevator, then out to the lobby, until you were finally stepped foot in the atmospheric presence of the hotel’s jazz bar, where you caught almost the attention of everyone present. Your body felt scorching as eyes followed your every move as if you were a gazelle amongst predators.

Normally this kind of situation would make you self-conscious, but when you had the power of liquid courage, it felt like you were walking on air and you’ve already lost all the shits to give. You made yourself comfortable on the barstool and ordered yourself the weekend special, immediately grabbing the bartender’s attention.

“One ‘Night In’ for the beautiful girl with the prettiest smile. Coming right up.” Like a private show, you watched as he made your drink in front of you as he made the drink effortlessly.

He finished up pouring it in a pretty decorative glass and passed it off to you. Him awaiting your judgment, you grasped the stem and put the drink up to your lips, the bittersweet tangy flavored vodka hit your tongue. You hummed in satisfaction. “Not bad.”

He grinned, sure of himself that he’s had you impressed. “I have to see more customers, but if your date isn’t here by the time I make it back, I’ll keep you company tonight. What do you say?”

The bartender wasn’t someone that was bad-looking, but he wasn’t someone that you’d usually go for either. He was on the slightly older side and there was nothing wrong with that, but screwing with the first person that gave you any kind of attention felt like settling and you wanted to see how your night would play out.

“We’ll see.”

He took his leave and you were once again alone, only a drink in your presence. You took another sip, savoring its taste, and felt a presence appear on the seat next to you as he spoke in the sweet voice of his. “I hope this seat wasn’t taken.”

You turned to the direction of his voice and met with a familiar face. His piercing eyes took you by surprise as your mind made images of when you last saw them. The person those eyes belonged to at the time was drowning in a bright yellow cap and gown in preparation for the last day before he graduated. His face was smiling that proud smile as you watched his cap get thrown up in the air along with a thousand others. You imagined the cheering, the sounds of relief and laughter, and of course, the exhilarating feeling in the air where all the upperclassmen before you had felt knowing that one stage in their lives was finally over.

You remembered how he looked at you. His eyes filled a tinge of remorse knowing he’d be unable to see the new friend he’s made, yet had this lingering hope that he’d somehow see you again. And how right he was.

“Oh my god, Jihoon?”

The man before you becomes stunned by the fact the name came out of your mouth after all these years. Almost like a foreign language, he was confused. You of course all this time had a life without him, how was it you recollected any memory with him. “You somehow remember me? Like actually?”

You erupted in giggles. Jihoon grinned, wasn’t sure if he’d ever get to hear you laugh like that again.

“You were literally the most talented person I knew. You made my freshman year. I looked forward to every AP Music Theory class because of you.”

His hand crept around his neck like a timid schoolboy, making you gush at the sight as it reminded you of every standing ovation at a showcase he performed. “Come on, Y/n. You’re exaggerating.”

“The legend remembers me! I’m honored. The year of being your lackey and page turner paid off.” You fanned your cheeks, feigning your swoons.

He shook his head with a light-hearted smile. “You were not this annoying the last I remember.”

“I’m a little loose tonight if I’m being honest. So excuse me for what I’m about to say next. You look fucking hot.”

It had been a few years from being a decade since you last saw him and to put it simply, the Jihoon in front of you would’ve definitely kicked high school Jihoon’s ass. Past Jihoon was a cute young man that everyone admired, no doubt, but present Jihoon was a whole goddamn meal.

His hair was styled as if it was professionally done, and his outfit tonight was impeccable, to say the least. Despite how simple it looked, the half-buttoned dress shirt revealed a peak of his defined chest; it was a daringly nice touch.

You have a low wolf whistle. “Well shit, Uji. If those choir girls could see you now. The fangirling would ever end.”

He rolled his eyes, his body gearing towards you. “What is wrong with you?”

You shrugged. “I call things how I see and Jihoon, you’re a fucking a smoke show.”

“Okay, you’re totally drunk. I’m getting you water.” He got the attention of the bartender and requested water your way.

“I’m not. In fact, my mind is clearest it has ever been. Clear enough to see that I’d jump you the moment I get the chance.”

Yeah, you were drunk.

“Moving on,” he force-fed the straw to your lips. You feel the cool of water hit your tongue and go down your throat, not breaking eye contact with the man guiding you.

“You clearly are out for a reason, your friends or boyfriend nearby?

You shook your head. “Nope, but I’ve got a room, all to myself!”

“Why did you get a room for yourself alone? That clearly doesn’t sound safe.” He prodded.

“Well, I wasn’t supposed to be alone.” You admitted glumly, a dumb smile still on your face. “No one wanted to come.”

His expression faltered, setting the drink aside. “What? You got ditched?”

You nodded lazily, your eyes glazing over the carpet flooring. “Pretty much. It's okay, at least got to see you. So, why are you here?”

“My friends paid for a private room here and I wanted to get something at the bar without them bombarding me with birthday shots.” He explained.

You sighed, jealousy filling your body as you emptied your glass. “Must be nice to have people on your birthday.”

“Listen, whatever guy, people, whoever, left you to be alone tonight is a dumbass. You’re young, funny, beautiful—“

“Beautiful?” You interrupted, ”do tell me more.”

It wasn’t every day the hottest son of a bitch you ever seen is calling you beautiful, yeah you want to hear what else he has to say.

“You stopped tracks tonight, Y/n. Whether you like it or not, everyone has their eyes on you right now.”

“Everyone including you?”

He stared back at you, almost as if he was holding his tongue, before letting out a sly grin. “Absolutely.”

You savored how his confirmation rolled off the tongue and out that cute mouth of his. His expression was playful, an eager grin that awaited every response you make so he can throw his own words right back at them. He was as smart-witted as you remembered, always knowing what to say when you purposefully annoyed him when he practiced for a recital.

“Should you be saying this stuff with your girlfriend a few meters away from us?” You voice spoke at a lower register.

“If you’re talking about Mingyu five feet away from us in a princess crown saying he’s the ‘King of Bacardi shots,’ then you are sorely mistaken. I don’t have a girlfriend.” He responded, taking a sip from the alcoholic drink you left unfinished.

You chucked, amused and satisfied by his answer, “An attractive guy like you, single? I find that hard to believe.”

He drew his build closer, shortening the distance between your faces. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he got too close for comfort. Uncharacteristic of the boy you knew that subconsciously made an effort to avoid almost anything non-platonic with other students of the opposite sex.

“Hard to believe like a hot girl drinking alone, with a hotel room and no one to share it with?”

You felt saliva gulp down your throat as you got lost in his eyes. There’s something hypnotizing in the way his eyes were fixated on you. His hand raised, reaching over to briefly push back a loose strand of hair, chills running down your spine before he kept it back to himself.

“I can learn to share. I do have it for the night.” You verbally nudged. “If you’re up for it.”

“And ditch my friends?” He replied with a wide smile. “After all they’ve done for me?”

You matched his expression. “They’d understand. You’re the birthday boy. They wouldn’t get mad at you.”

He shrugged. “You’re not wrong.”

“Well, when you make up your mind, my room’s on the seventeenth floor of the west wing at the end hall to your left. Can't miss it.”

He nodded, watching as your hand subtly landed on his thigh, pushing yourself off your seat.

“You wouldn’t disappoint me, right Uji?”

Jihoon turned in his stool. His eyes leveled to yours, emitting a wet sensation from beneath your clothing. “Wouldn’t dream of it”

You were the first to go back to your hotel room. Jihoon lingered a little longer at the bar, saying he had something to do before meeting you back up here. You double-checked yourself in the mirror. Your heart was pounding like a drum, feeling the effects of the alcohol wearing off. You slapped some sense back in your system. This was no time to be nervous, you thought.

A few minutes from now, a very attractive man was gonna be at your door and hopefully fucking you stupid to the point you both forget it’s both your birthdays.

You needed to relax. Grabbing your phone, you changed the music in the speaker; a sex playlist. Seemed like the right time, right. And thank god you paid for premium.

You did breathing exercises, slowly breathing in and out, pretending this was a normal night for you, which was actually far from reality. With a knock on your door, you rushed to the peephole, anticipating the person who was on the other side. Your hand grasped the handle and let the visitor in.

“Hi.” You greeted, feeling your hands clam up.

“Hi.” He greeted back grinning, closing the door behind him, holding something behind his back.

You stared down at his cautious hands, shielded by his body. “What’s that?”

He brought the hidden gift up for display. “Dessert, my birthday cake. Thought you’d like some.”

“The whole cake?” You chuckled. “Wasn’t that for you and all your friends?”

“They’ll survive.” He placed it on the end table next to him as his surroundings caught his eyes. “Woah.”

Seeing the streamers, balloons, and a fat banner screaming ‘Happy birthday’ made him remember a crucial detail you both shared.

“Yep, I was celebrating my birthday too, funny enough. Kinda sad isn’t it?” Your body landed on the bed.

He took the space next to you, his body only an inch away from yours. “Well, at least you have cake. And now me.”

You let out a soft smile, feeling your heart settle seeing the sweet expression he had on his face. “I was actually really happy to see you. I did not expect that at all, and of all days on our birthday.”

“Yeah, life works funny. Five minutes ago, I was dealing with 12 grown idiots and nowhere with you, a person I really owe it to have a good birthday.”

You looked shyly down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. Warming up to his presence with every word he beautifully drew from his mouth. This was a given he was well-spoken. He was a story writer after all. His songs were filled with love and thought back in high school. Every stanza painted a clear picture, emotion, or reaction. His talent was indescribable, it’s why you admired him even until now.

“You seem to be sobering quite well. Wouldn’t look good on me if I kissed a drunk girl.” He joked.

“You followed me here didn’t you?” You nudged. “And who said I’d let you kiss me.”

His body leaned on his side against the bed. “You’re more obvious than you realize.”

You matched his posture, mirroring him, smiles on both your faces. You don’t respond and just stare back at him, remembering the details of his face, consciously comparing it to your memory. His eyes and face never changes, besides his jawline being more defined from the loss in baby fat. Your fingers had a mind of their own as they traced the bridge of his button nose, to the shape of his lips, and then finally to the line of his cheek. Your index hooked underneath his chin, followed by your thumb dragging over the vision of his bottom lip.

He grabbed your busy hand, bringing it up and away from his face. A taunting look stared back at you before he dropped down and met your lips, placing your caught hand by his side and his hand rested on the back of your neck. His kiss was soft yet dominating, the feeling of a man that knew what he wanted. You tried to match his pace, not wanting to fall behind, and began to enjoy how possessive he got when embraced you. Your body crept closer to his, as does his when your hip hits the cushion of his thighs. Your hand firmly gripped his hips, feeling the risen lining of his pants poke at you.

You smiled, as he climbed on top of you, now towering over you. You laid sprawled on the bed in between his legs, watching as he parted from your lips. His upper body raised up in the air and towered over you, reaching down for the buttons of his shirt and slowly unbuttoning them one by one. In what felt like slow motion, he began to reveal his broad, well-sculpted chest. He slipped out of the top, surprising you with a new piece of information you had to find out on your own.

“Are those nipple piercings?” The pieces of metal stared down at you as you looked back in awe.

“They were a dare, but so far I’ve had no complaints.”

Your busy hand was at it again when you raised it up to reach over and touch them. Your index played lightly over his erect bud and the metal around it. Jihoon grabbed your hand, fully embracing it with his palm, and pressed your hand firmly on his chest. Ensuring you with his guidance, he allowed you to roam down his body, moving from the cooling felt of his nipple piercings to his toned abdomen before halting at the lower end of his torso. You gulped, noticing a tent building up in his trousers, wondering if he had always been that big.

“You’re all shy now. What happened to the girl that said she would jump me at the next chance?”

“I, um,” you didn’t really know how to answer that.

You were overwhelmed, thinking about how that was going to be inside you and now you weren’t sure how to physically prepare before then. You looked up at Jihoon with genuine vulnerability in your eyes and his gaze began to soften. “Jihoon, this is actually my first time…I’m kind of nervous.”

With an adored look on his face, he brought you from bed, setting your back against the bed frame. “We don’t have to do anything if you want. It’s your birthday.”

“But I do want to do this with you. I just…” your hand landed on his smooth broad shoulders, unable to take your eyes off how beautiful his bare body looked, “Wow. Just look at you.”

He chuckled, “Well, yeah look at you.”

His hand grazed over your neckline, his digits teasing over the skin of your breasts and playfully tugging at the top hem, tempted to pull it down and see what color was hiding underneath. “You looked great tonight, but right now I’m wondering what you look like underneath this dress.”

“Then, maybe help me remove it.” You suggested faintly.

He obliged, pressing a kiss to your lips as his hand looked to find the zipper. Once he captured it between his fingers, he dragged it down and with half-opened eyes watching you slip your arms out of the straps and then the rest of your body pushing the rest of the dress down until it was off. Jihoon palmed over your bare skin, remembering every bump and texture, committing it to memory. The longer his hands lingered around your body, the harsher he kissed, the taste of your tongue taking over inside of his mouth feeling addictive like a drug.

“Why don’t you sit on my lap,” he suggested, allowing you the moment to catch your breath.

You nodded and observed how he took your position on the bed, waiting for you to get on top of him. One of your legs swung over to his side, trapping his body between your bent legs and your crotch rubbing roughly against his while you straddled him. “Like this?”

“Perfect.”

Your body moved in rhythm to his, feeling his bulge just pulsing every second underneath you. He roamed across your bare back, delicate kisses on your collar bone. You felt him gyrate beneath your touch and you involuntarily moaned. Your hands desperately cupped his face, staring down at him with a sense of weakness in your eyes as he stared back in bliss at the face you made and noises from your lips.

He then moved slower, but stronger, making sure his hips dug deeper in you. Your hands reached behind you, unclasping your undergarment, and dropped it down on the side of the bed. Jihoon was now faced to face with your bare chest, mouth-watering at the sight of your exposed pretty buds. He gripped one in hand, a thumb teasing over one as his mouth latched on the other breast. Your stomach churned as you grabbed handfuls of the sheets, never having felt this way before, almost in shock by how amazing Jihoon seemed to know your body better than you did.

His strong arm was firmly planted on one side of your hip as the other began to unbuckle and zip down his pants. You gave him enough space so he could pull the clothing to his knees and kick off the bed. You palmed over his bulge before looking at him cautiously. “Am I allowed to unwrap my last minute present?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

You pulled the fabric down and witnessed firsthand how bad Jihoon had it for you. You fingered over his veins and found it almost as pretty as Jihoon. Lost in the details of the new phenomenon, you almost forgot to ask.

“Do you have protection?”

He gave a reassuring smile and pulled something from under his pillow. The shiny piece of plastic glinting in the hotel lights. “Managed to grab one. Want to do the honors?”

You laughed, taking it and ripping the protective case before rolling it over his head and then down its shaft. You pushed your panties to the side and anticipated for the first time. You exhaled, making Jihoon cup the side of your face. “Tell me if you feel anything wrong.”

You smiled at how delicate his tone sounded. “Well, everything so far has felt right, but I will.”

“Okay.” He whispered.

You guided yourself on top of him and memorized the sensation of having it slide inside so easily due to your dampness, but it didn’t make it feel any less foreign. At first instinct, you realized how painful it was, how it was nothing like how it thought it’d be. Not like you were sure how sex was going to be like for the first time, but what exactly were you expecting?

Worried by your pause, Jihoon tilted his head up at you, “Are you okay?”

“Uh--, just some adjusting.” You began to stutter.

“It’s okay, we’ll take it slow.” He interlocked your fingers with his, bringing one of them and kissing the back of your hand.

His movements were comfortable and slow like he said it would be. Your arms, along with his, spread on either side of you. You followed him, feeling him pulse inside you. You got more comfortable the more he left kisses up your neck, reassuring you that nothing could go wrong. You were mesmerized at the sounds of his little sighs, followed by the interruptions by occasional grunts.

“Jihoon, go harder, please. I can take it.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded and did as you asked, placing more pressure in his thrusts and you made sure you did as much work as he did. You put your body at work, grinding against his body, your eyes occasionally fluttering as he went deeper.

“You feel so good around me,” he admitted softly, landing another kiss on your hand. “I’m going crazy right now.”

Your hands rested on the back of his neck, feverishly kissing his lips. He returns your kiss, hoisting your body in the air as his knees pinned deep in the mattress. Your legs wrapped around his waist quickly. He pressed you firmly against him as he thrusted into you from that position, only his thighs used as leverage. You whimpered after every plunge, realizing how surprisingly strong he was wherever your hands found. From his broad back to brooding muscular arms, even his legs had the strength to hold your whole body up singlehandedly like that.

“Shit,” he exclaimed, he held you from the grip of your cheeks, fingers imprinted deep in your flesh.

“Y-you feel so g-good. Y-you’re so g-good at t-that,” you murmured against his lips.

Jihoon felt empowered. There was nothing like having a woman like you embracing him and expressing how she felt that made him more confident than he did at that moment. He himself didn’t have a long history with relationships, let alone sleep with every attractive person he saw. You, however, made him feel something for the first time in a long time.

He didn’t think it was love, not lust since his feelings towards you were more than a simple animalistic instinct.

It was likely due to the history you had with one another. The young girl he once knew that followed him around his pet was almost all the same, if not a better version of themselves, yet someone he found himself wanting to tend to like he did back in the day. However, instead of the previous ‘Did you eat today’ and ‘do you need help with matching this note,’ it's more along the lines of “Am I hurting you,’ and ‘Does this feel good?’ It was a major escalation if he was being honest.

All he knew was that his body would grow weak as his desire for you continues to grow every second you’re with him. He could only explain it as some deep-rooted connection, and for now, he was satisfied with that conclusion.

You feel your body land on the mattress, feeling his legs give out, but not ending his tempo. He took your legs and threw them both over his shoulder. Your hands trailed over his chest, once again enraptured by the aesthetic of the metal that complimented his gorgeous body. He pumped inside you with no hesitation at this point, blind at the pure ecstasy of your body swallowing him.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold myself back.” Jihoon felt seconds away from releasing what he had inside, but you were no longer listening as you were drowning in your own orgasm.

Your voice explicitly echoed the room as Jihoon gave into his, his pace slowing to the depth of his breaths. You panted along with him, your body recovering from physical activity that your vision even started your vision blur. His body collapsed on top of you, pressing a kiss to your lips. You kissed back, exhausted but grateful. Jihoon tossed the condom in a nearby trash can and held you against his chest.

You felt his body heave up and down and found comfort in the rhythm of his breathing. Neither of you spoke, mutually giving yourselves the time to let your bodies rest. Jihoon closed his eyes smiling, he hadn’t felt that alive for he forgets how long. He bent to look at you, finding you softly asleep cheek to his chest. He stroked your hair and delicately wiped some of the smeared mascara and eyeliner stains on your face.

“Happy Birthday, Y/n.”

A beat later, he was surprised to hear your voice, “Happy Birthday, Jihoon.”

“You’re awake?”

“No.”

He chuckled, wrapping arms more firmly around your sweaty body. “Look how pretty you are all tired.”

“Jihoon.”

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna be really disappointed if I wake up and find this as a dream I got from fainting due to alcohol poisoning.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “This isn’t a dream.”

“Then did you actually dick me down?”

“Vulgar way to say it but, yeah. I dicked you down.”

You have a relieved smile. “Cool. Fifteen-year-old me is gonna be so proud. She had the hugest crush on you.”

“And now? How does a twenty-one-year-old you feel about me?” He poked.

“She thinks that she wants to see you again. No matter what the circumstances. She also thinks she deserves a real date in payment for not contacting her all these years.”

Yeah, that hit him, an inkling of guilt he felt for not making plans to meet you all this time, thinking you’d enjoy your life without needing him to string along. He was older than you and you had more life to live so he thought it’d be natural for you both to drift apart. He knew better now. There’s no reason to let you go at this point.

“I’d be an asshole if I didn’t.”

You crawled over him to meet him face to face and kissed his nose. “Glad you’re aware…I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

After you left to wait in your hotel room...

"So, how'd did that go?"

Jihoon probably had just the most sexually stimulating conversation he's ever had and now he was going to break out to his dear friends that planned out the entire night for him that he was going to follow after her.

"I'm going to her room and we're probably going to be sleeping together."

Okay, that was a lot easier than he thought it'd be.

"Damn," Mingyu interjected, "Hyung you work fast."

The boy was followed by cheers by the others, whistling, and just excessive noise.

"Yeah, well, that means I won't be joining you all the rest of the night and I'm taking the cake."

Jihoon reached for the box in the middle of the table and Seungkwan came to its defense.

"You're gonna ditch us and steal the cake for some ass?"

Jihoon leered over at the younger boy until SeungKwan quietly gave in and placed the box in the intimidating man's hands.

"Thank you. And don't pretend I'm stupid. I know there's another one in the deep depths of Mingyu's kitchen. Thank you. Love you!"

He headed in the direction of the lobby elevator but halted remembering something he was going to request before he left.

"Do any of you guys--" Jihoon caught the flying object in hand, brought to him via Seongcheol's back pocket.

"There you go, buddy. Happy birthday,"

He looked at the piece of plastic, then back at Seungcheol with a revolted but grateful expression. "Thanks, Cheol."

Jeonghan looked over at his same-aged friend with a cheeky expression. "Why did you bring a condom to a friend's event?"

Seongcheol in response throws a wink in his direction. "Someone was gonna be laid tonight and someone had to be prepared."

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princessmisery666 · 3 years ago

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Take A Shot

Summary: Ginuwine’s Pony, promiscuity, and poor decisions lead to a night neither you nor Rick will forget.

Warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, oral (female receiving), angst, Rick is a slut, best friends to lovers, comfort fic.

W/C: 3.5k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+).

Characters: Rick Flag, fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Pairing: Rick Flag x fem!reader.

Bingos: @rickflagbingo // @anyfandomangstbingo Squares Filled:

Rick Flag - comfort fic // first time // best friends to lovers

Angst - “I told you it was a bad idea.”

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: from Canva.

Master Lists: DC // Main

Your couch has never looked so welcoming. The idea of leaving it for any reason other than swapping it for your bed makes you sigh heavily. But you will, tomorrow when responsibility calls again, you’ll get off your exhausted ass and go to work.

The last few months have been tough; a bad breakup after a three-year relationship was just the tip of the iceberg. A colleague retired, and your boss is too cheap and lazy to hire someone new, so you’ve had to take up the slack. You had the flu; Aunt Flow decided to make her appearance and give you the worst cramps you’ve had since you were a teenager and didn’t have the luxury of spending a few days in bed; then, this morning, your car broke down. The final straw was the truck that splashed a tsunami of a puddle over you while walking to work.

Luckily your best friend, Rick, picked you up after a horrendous shift that you spent damp and cold and on the verge of tears. You took a hot bath when you got home while Rick cooked dinner, and he refused to let you help him clear up after, forcing you to sit on the couch.

If it weren’t for Rick, you’d have lost your mind a long time ago. Just as you decide that 2022 can suck it, music blares from your sound system, making you jump.

Great, now that's broken too.

Before you can get up to turn the stupid thing off, Rick saunters in, hips swaying to the beat, bottom lip caught between his teeth as Ginuwine announces he’s just a bachelor looking for a partner.

“Dance with me,” Rick calls over the loud song. The neighbors are sure to complain soon.

You smile, motioning up and down his body with a wave of your hand. “That is not dancing, and no, I’m too tired.”

“Come on,” he coaxes, sliding closer. “You love this song.”

“I do, but usually it's accompanied by some hot ass dudes taking their clothes off.”

He stills, long enough to look offended, and then he whips his t-shirt off, waving it over his head. “Am I not a hot ass dude?” he asks, flexing his muscles like a bodybuilder on stage.

You laugh, unable to contain it; he always did know how to make you feel better. “Yes, Rick, you are one hot ass dude.”

He crosses the distance between you shaking his ass before he straddles your lap, rolling his hips and grinding his crotch an inch from your face. Singing along, badly, with the song - “if you’re horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony.”

Fuck it!

You sing along with him, shouting as loud as you can, almost drowning out the smooth alluring tones of the popular 90s singer. You run your hands up Rick’s thighs, dancing as much as you can while caged under him.

Rick’s lap dance continues. You play along, running your hands up his legs, over his hips, and when you reach his stomach, he slaps them away, scowling down at you comically. “Oi, keep your hands to yourself, little lady. This is not that kind of establishment.”

You bark out another laugh, and he tuts, disappointment in his eyes. He can’t hold it for long, though, and then he’s laughing while he tickles you.

You're breathless by the time you manage to wrestle him off, and he slumps onto the sofa beside you just as the song finishes.

“Feel better?” he asks, smiling at you.

“Yes, thank you,” you say. You genuinely do, even though you know tomorrow will suck again. “And after that performance, I also feel for whoever your flavor of the week is. Remind me to buy you some dance lessons for Christmas.”

“That’s fair,” he nods, chuckling. “But to be honest, my flavor of the week,” eyes rolling at your alluding to his promiscuity, “is in my bed before the issue of my dancing skills becomes a topic.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Translation, you fuck ‘em and ghost ‘em,” you say, standing up to go to the kitchen.

Rick scoffs and follows you, “I refute that statement.”

“Give me your phone.”

He takes it from his pocket without question and hands it over. “My code is-”

“I know your code.”

“What’re you doing?” he asks, watching you take two glasses from the cupboard and the three-quarters full bottle of vodka from the freezer.

“We’re gonna play a game,” you explain, putting the glasses on the table. “I’m going to go through your contacts, and for every girl you fucked and ghosted, we drink.”

Taking a seat at the table, Rick grimaces, “we might need more vodka.”

“Slut!” you laugh, joining him, “and put your shirt back on, casanova!”

“Why? Is all this,” he leans back and motions to his tanned torso, “distracting for you?”

“You're not my type.”

“I forgot, beards and broad shoulders,” he says, pouring a shot into each glass.

“Ah, you know me so well, pretty boy.” you swoon sarcastically. “Okay, ready?” he nods, and you open his contacts, reading the first name. “Amy D.”

Rick sighs and shoots back a shot while you smirk around the lip of your glass. “Shut up,” he sneers, around a smile.

The game continues, Rick retelling some of his sexapades when a name ignites a memory. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before. You’ve been friends for a long time, and there’s no subject that's been off-limits. But he recounts a few tales in explicit detail, the alcohol loosening his tongue to describe things in a way he might not necessarily have done so before. His stories range from mediocre missionary to sex swings, domineering women, orgies, and submissive women with kinks you’ve never heard of, but all of them have one common denominator. Rick. A few times, you catch yourself biting your lip and clenching your thighs, watching his animated body ripple and flex.

He hasn’t put his shirt back on, and the alcohol has flushed his skin somewhat. Okay, he hasn’t got a beard, and he’s not as broad-shouldered as you like, but to hear him tell it, he’d make up for those things in other ways.

“Y/N,” Rick snaps his fingers in front of your face. “You spaced out there for a second,” he says, “where’d you go?”

You clear your throat and the thoughts of fucking your best friend from your mind, sitting up a little straighter. “Sorry,” you say and scramble to pick his phone back up to look at the next name.

“Who we got next?” he asks, with an excited clap of his hands.

You smile wickedly, and you see an opportunity, so you take it. “Me.”

Rick laughs. You know you’ve never slept with each other. “We’ve never.”

You shrug, “why have we never?”

“I tried,” Rick exclaims, “more than once.”

“Yeah, but we were in high school. I was inexperienced and shy. Why have you never tried again?”

“Cause I’m the fuck ‘em and ghost ‘em type,” he mimics your voice. Then he sobers fast, his eyes showing a level of affection that he seems to reserve only for you. “You deserve better than that.”

“Who says I want anything more than that?” you ask, “relationships are overrated.”

“Y/N,” he cautions, a slight frown on his brow as he tries to decipher if you're serious or not.

The confused look is adorable, and as his features soften, you can't help yourself. With vodka and imagination running wild through your veins, you push up enough to lean over and kiss him. A gentle press of your lips against his. Once. Twice. The third time you tease your tongue against his bottom lip, the fact that he doesn’t pull away makes you bolder.

His palm is warm against your cheek for a second before he uses it to push you back a little. His eyes remain closed even after you’ve broken apart. “You’re drunk,” he whispers, but he sounds almost regretful.

“I’m not that drunk,” you say but drop back into your seat.

“Then what was that?”

You sigh, shaking your head. “I want to be reckless, be the irresponsible one for a while. And who better to let my inhibitions go with than my best friend?”

“Reckless?”

“Yes, reckless! If you haven’t noticed, my life is a bit of shit show right now, and I think getting railed to within an inch of my life on the kitchen table would make me feel immensely better.”

Rick watches you for a moment, and you can see he’s considering it. You take another shot and then realize you perhaps shouldn’t have. That will only fuel his ‘you’re drunk’ argument. You shove the glass away across the table.

After a long silence, you ask, “do I need to pass a sobriety test to prove to you I’m not drunk?”

His grin spreads quickly across his face. “Yes,” he says, “walk up and down, in a straight line, no stumbling.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” you smile, grabbing his phone and hitting play. Pony starts playing through the speakers again, and you get to your feet.

You take two small steps toward him, and he wets his lips as he pushes his chair back away from the table. You run a finger around his lips and down his throat. He swallows hard under your touch, and you smirk. You dip to ghost your mouth against his, and he chases your lips when you pull back without making a connection.

You throw your leg over his and grind down on his thigh, straightening your back to make your breasts brush against him. This time when you kiss him, he lets you dip your tongue into his mouth. He kisses you back, but you can feel his hesitation to do more.

You pull back and taunt, “This is that kind of establishment. You can use your hands.”

He needs no further invitation, and he grabs your hips, pushing you down harder on his leg. You whine, closing your eyes, enjoying the friction against your clothed core.

Rick kisses your exposed neck, teeth scraping over your pulse point. “This is a bad idea,” he mumbles against your throat, hands slipping under your shirt to grope your breasts. “But fuck it!”

He kisses you, hard and hungrily, lifting you with him as he stands up. “We’re not doing this down here,” he tells you, and the authority in his voice is mouth-watering.

The stories he told were true. Every single one of them. Rick’s dominant but attentive. He gets you both naked between passionate kisses and grinding bodies. As soon as he’s got you undressed and on your bed, he’s lying between your legs.

Long, soft strokes with the flat of his tongue on your inner thigh set your skin aflame. He teases for a moment, fingers pressing and gripping but never in the places you want it most.

He kneads your breasts, and your back arches when he runs a finger through your folds. “Tell me what you want,” he says, sucking at the flesh on your thigh.

“Your fingers, inside me.”

He coats his fingers in your slick and then slowly inches them inside, crooking them to find your g-spot. You squirm and whimper his name when he hits it, and he plays you like a delicate instrument. He seems to know every chord to make you sing a string of profanities. His tongue teases you, licking a strip from your entrance to circle your clit, slowly sweeping over it and humming as if you taste like heaven.

“Don’t stop,” you moan, a hand on the back of his head, holding him in place as you push your hips up.

You feel him smile against your pulsing nub just before he wraps his mouth around it and sucks it between his plush lips, the tip of his tongue flicking over it.

“Fuck,” you yell as you cum and feel it dampen your legs. You try crawling up the bed away from him, the overstimulation meaning you need a break, but Rick isn’t finished with you yet.

“Nuh-uh,” he whispers, gripping your thigh to hold you in place. He doesn’t stop, fingers still hooked onto your g-spot, tongue lapping up as much of your climax as he can. “Damn, you taste good,” he says, crawling up your body. “Here, try some.”

There’s something exhilarating about your flavor on your best friend's lip that sends you into a frenzy. You try to rise up, wanting to take control, but his weight pressing you into the mattress makes it impossible.

You push at his shoulders, and he releases your mouth, kissing your jaw, moving down your neck. “It’s my turn to taste you,” you say.

“Nope,” Rick says, sucking your nipple into his mouth while he pinches the other. You hiss, and your back arches off the bed, only pushing the sensitive skin deeper into his mouth.

“Please,” you beg needily.

He kneels between your legs, butt resting on his heels. “We’ve got all night.” He grabs your legs, dragging you down the bed to hook your knees over his hips. You watch him palm his leaking cock, sliding the dome through your aching pussy lips. “You can do whatever you want to me later. Right now, I wanna focus on you.”

He sets his dick at your entrance, and for a moment, the lust in his eyes is replaced by worry. “Before we do this, are you sure? There’s no going back after.”

“I’m more than sure.” You smirk, devilish and sex drunk, pressing your heels into his ass. You use your strength to pull him closer as you push forward, both of you sharply exhaling as he glides effortlessly through your wet heat.

Rick’s eyes roll closed. “Fuck Y/N, you’re so tight and warm.”

“Damn, you’re so big,” you moan.

He falls forward, palms flat on either side of your head, and he smiles down at you. He pulls back an inch and drives forward again, slow and steady. You expect him to be a fiend, ravage you like an animal, but he doesn’t.

Rick looms over you, a sweet smile on his face, and he dips to kiss you. Hard but meaningful thrusts snap his hips against yours, and for a minute, it feels like lovemaking.

Maybe it is. Maybe your friendship is what makes it so much more than sex, but right now, all you care about is how good he feels. He fits perfectly, filling you so completely that it’s almost painful when he’s buried to the hilt, but it’s a good sensation— a completion that you’ve never felt before, and even before your climax starts to build, you know you want to do this again and again.

Your alarm violently wakes you up at six, and you fumble around on the nightstand to find the off switch. Two hours was not enough sleep, but the reason for the lack of sleep makes you smile. You roll onto your back and stretch out in a star shape; your legs hurt, and your pussy stings, but it's a welcome ache.

You realize you shouldn’t be able to stretch out without hitting Rick and open your eyes to find his side of the bed vacant.

You silently pray that he’s making breakfast or taking a shower, but something in your gut tells you he’s gone.

“Asshole,” you say aloud once you’ve searched the house and checked your phone for messages.

You will not allow him to ghost you. You call him, not expecting him to answer, but he does after the third ring.

“Hey,” he says.

You can hear the excuse in his tone, and you don’t give him a chance to air it. “Seriously?” you ask. “You’re ghosting me? I can’t believe you! I know it was just a casual thing, but you couldn’t even stick around to give me a ride to work. You're an asshole.”

“One, I'm not ghosting you; I answered your call. And two, are you mad cause I left before you woke up or cause you need a ride to work?”

“Both! And another damn thing...”

“Turn around.”

You turn to see him walking through your front door, juggling two coffees in a holder, a brown paper bag, and his phone.

“I went to get breakfast,” he says, smirking as he approaches you. You can imagine the look of thunder that's on your face, and his smug smile only adds to the annoyance you're not ready to let go of. He could have left a note or something.

You hang up the call and take the bag from him. Rick hovers close to you for a second as if he’s contemplating if he should kiss you or hug you or something. He groans slightly, taking the bag back from you, then sets about emptying it. Silently, Rick hands you a bagel, and you thank him with a small smile. Then you sit in awkward silence, eating and sipping the lava hot coffee.

You take a deep breath, trying to rid yourself of the guilt you feel. “Sorry I called you an asshole.”

“Apology accepted.”

Silence returns, the sound of you both chewing the only noise. You chance a few glances over at him, and each time he catches your eye, you look away. Which is ridiculous, but you feel too exposed, too seen.

Rick sighs, heavy and laden with remorse. “I told you it was a bad idea.”

Shit. You knew you’d have to have this conversation but didn’t think it would happen so soon, and you hoped you’d have more of an idea of how he was feeling before the inevitable ‘what happens now’ talk.

“Do you regret it?” you ask.

“If it’s fucked up our friendship, then yeah,” he says, “that’s the last thing I wanted.”

“That’s just it. I’m cool with being friends still. I don’t want that to change.” You shrug, anxious that you’re about to say the wrong thing, but you have to put it out there. You don’t want any awkwardness between the two of you. “I’m just wondering, well, more like hoping that we can do it again, sometime.”

“Yes, fuck yes! Absolutely.” Rick quickly replies. “Fuck, I was hoping you’d say that.” He gets up from his seat and kisses you, the relief he feels clear in his lack of hesitation. “I think I’ve been holding back from falling in love with you, but after last night, I can’t pretend anymore.” He rambles, “That’s why all the women that came before you were only good for a night or two. I didn’t know it then, but I do now. You’ve been right in front of me this whole time, but it’s like I couldn’t see you.”

“Woo, Rick. What’re you saying?”

He panics, eyes widening as his hands drop from your face. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “Nothing. Forget it. I’m just sex drunk still.” He hastily kisses your cheek as he grabs his keys from the countertop and leaves in a whoosh of air as he strides away, heading for the front door. “I need to go shower. I’ll be back to take you to work.”

“Rick, wait,” you call after him. “Let’s talk about this. If this was something more to you, then I want to know.”

He stops with his hand wrapped around the door handle, but he doesn’t turn to look at you. You stand a few feet behind him, frozen to the spot. His head drops, chin resting on his chest. His head shakes and whispers, more to himself than you, “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“You keep saying that,” you groan, “but you seemed fine with it last night.”

“I was, I am. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he assures you quickly.

You watch almost in slow motion as he turns the handle. You're scared that if he leaves, things will never be the same between the two of you.

“Please, don’t leave.” He must recognize the hurt and fear in your voice and slowly spins to face you. “I don’t want you to walk out of here, and us never be the same again, so please don’t. Can you just give me a minute?”

“A minute for what?”

“To let it sink in that we’re both fucking idiots and that we should’ve done this a long time ago.” You step forward and run your hands up his chest, locking your arms around his neck. You tiptoe to reach his eye level and smile softly. “I want you, Rick. I want this, us.”

He captures your mouth in a fervent kiss.

He pulls back way sooner than you’re ready for the kiss to end. “Take off your clothes,” he demands, pulling his own shirt over his head.

You chuckle, “I can’t. I have to go to work.”

“Fuck work, you hate your job anyway.” He bends and throws you over his shoulder, and you let out a squeak of protest. “I have some money saved up. I can take care of you until you find something you love doing more than me.”

Laughing, you grip his ass to keep from sliding off his shoulder as he sprints up the stairs. “Well, then I hope you have a lot of money saved because I don’t think I’ll ever find something I like doing more than you.”

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shadowmaat · 3 years ago

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Mand'oh Lore

I used to really love the idea of Mandalorian culture, but I've recently realized that my view of their culture and canon's view are entire galaxies apart.

The ancient history of the Mandalorians is unpleasant. They were generic Violent Warrior types who conquered vast tracts of the galaxy before eventually being beaten/bombed into relative submission.

Apparently they didn't change as much as I thought they had in the intervening millennia. I thought the True Mandalorians were supposed to be a "middle ground" between the extremist pacifism/casual genocide of the New Mandos and the extremist "kill or violently convert everyone" Death Watch. Apparently, though, they leaned a little more towards Death Watch in the whole "soldiers and fighters are the backbone of our culture" thing and not as much to the "all the children of Mandalore have a role and a place at our hearth" that I naively hoped of them.

The True Mandos definitely shared a large chunk of the responsibility for their own demise by attacking the Jedi at Galidraan. No pause, no "what the fuck are YOU doing here?" chances for discussion, just straight to "kill all Jedi." And they paid the price for that.

Even knowing that Din's covert were called the Children of the Watch I still had hopes that somehow they wouldn't be as bad as Death Watch had been, but it turns out they just had their own unwavering extremist beliefs. Maybe not quite a cult, depending on definition, but still close enough that Bo-Katan wasn't really wrong when she called them that. Fuck you, Felony.

Paz Vizsla is another disappointment. Here was a chance to take the last scion of House Vizsla and make him into a better person than the long history of his predecessors, but no, they went and made him into a jackass, too.

Was Tarre the ONLY "good" Vizsla in the entire history of Mandalore? Or will it eventually be revealed that Tarre wasn't a "real" Jedi after all and history got muddled on the way? Maybe the Jedi kept the darksaber because it was a dangerous darksider artifact and not out of some sense of honoring Tarre.

There are very few "good" Mandalorians. Not in onscreen canon. There's Din (who technically isn't considered Mandalorian anymore) and there's Sabine Wren and her Clan (though even they can be swayed by Politics). And I know in Legends some (one?) of the trainers of Kamino were decent enough. All told, though? Most Mandos as assholes and people like Din and Sabine are the exception, not the rule.

SO MUCH could have been done with Mandos, their culture, and their relationship with Mandalore, but they just wind up being cheap, beskar-plated villains more often than not. It's incredibly frustrating. And it's unlikely to change, since Story Group loves being lazy.

Anyway, every time I listen to the Moana soundtrack I get a craving for wayfarer/wayfinder Mandos, so I think I'll just toss Lucasfilm's bullshit in the compost bin where it belongs and pretend there's a lost faction of Mandos out there still exploring the galaxy, not conquering anything beyond "The Unknown" and being a generally well-adjusted group who've been peacefully settling worlds for millennia and then circle back to their ancestral "home" only to be like that one Community gif.

#I'm not really looking for discussion #or to be told why I'm 'wrong'#I just needed to vent

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little-diable · 3 years ago

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Bonnie and Clyde 2.0 - Biker! Bucky Barnes (smut)

Witten for @firefly-in-darkness movie challenge (I chose pulp fiction) and my own 9k challenge. @band--psycho created the moodboard. You’ll find some parallels to the movie and a few quotes. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Two fugitives on the run, two lovers that live out of a suitcase, leaving their hometown behind to strengthen their connection.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, robbery, guns (nobody gets hurt tho), some good ole’ angst, but a happy end (kind of)

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (2.4k+)

“Are you ready?” His voice dropped with each syllable that spilled from his chapped lips, metallic arm shining in the bright Los Angeles sunlight. Her pupils slightly got wider behind the dark pair of sunglasses, gaze flickering between her lover and the waitress that tried to calm a pair of unsatisfied customers.

(Y/n) reached for her suitcase with one hand, while the other one tightened its grip on her gun. A slight nod of her head signaled him to rise from his seat, clearing his voice before he raised his own gun, metal just as shiny, just as mysterious as his arm.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky turned towards his girl, smirking as she blew him a kiss.

“I love you too, you crazy motherfucker,” she settled behind him, cocking her gun as Bucky’s voice echoed through the diner, speaking to the confused and scared customers.

“Everybody be cool, this is a robbery.”

The wind was blowing through her hair, arms tightly wrapped around his middle, squeezing him with each turn his machine took. Alpine was roaring through the night, rattling as the moon was standing high, guiding the two through the rough land, protecting them from the darkness that lingered behind thick clouds of rain.

Both trusted the road to take them where they would be safe, hidden from the cops that looked for the two that got called “Bonnie and Clyde 2.0” - a cheap nickname the newspapers came up with. Two fugitives on the run, two lovers that live out of a suitcase, leaving their hometown behind to strengthen their connection.

By now it almost felt too natural, too easy to rob one diner after another. It was always the same routine, he’d tell her how much he loves her before drowning his cup of coffee, rising from his seat with a gun in his hand, not planning to kill anyone but the register full of cash.

Not once would they doubt their motives, two lovers that needed money to survive, to make their way through the land, highs, and lows that kept them on their toes. At the end of the day, they’d just be themselves, a suitcase and a bike that swore to take them wherever they planned on driving to next.

Late at night, as they’d crash in a motel on the side of the road, he’d make love to her in the most intimate way. Caring, soft and sweet, kissing promises into her skin, silently apologising for the unstable and dangerous lifestyle he had pulled her into.

Bucky would fuck her on the bed, against the wall, or in the shower, sometimes - just sometimes - he’d pull Alpine over, would stop the engine to fuck her on his bike in the middle of nowhere. His cock would twitch deep inside of her, holding onto her as the burning heat would engulf them, sweaty bodies would meet, kisses would get pressed against their swollen lips.

He was addicted to her, urged on by the adrenaline that would rush through him while he’d speed through the streets, hiding from the cops that kept on looking for the two. They were careful enough, ready to lay low for days on end, parting ways for a day and a night, just to meet again at the end of the road.

They’d dance to Johnny Cash as the sun was setting, whispering tunes only the dead knew by heart. Where the gun is cocked as the bullet’s cold, where the miles are marked in the blood and gold - they’d always meet up further on up the road.

“I’ll see if they have a phone,” (y/n)’s feet tingled, legs quivering from sitting on Alpine for way too long. His metal hand clamped down on her hand, pulling her against his front, not giving her a chance to leave the dark and dusty hotel room. Bucky’s cold breath met her neck, hairs rising, hyper-alert to her surroundings.

“We talked about this, you can’t.” Her heart ached, desperate to hear her mother’s voice again, to talk about the ones she had left behind, sick and poor, healthy and rich, caring or not about her sudden disappearance. She turned around in his embrace, ran her hand through his hair, scratching his burning scalp.

“I just miss her, you know?” A kiss got shared between the two, lips meeting hers to stop her from talking, not used to seeing her this fragile and confused, with waves of sadness crashing through her system. Impatient hands tugged on the zipper of her leather jacket, watching the heavy piece of fabric tumbling to the floor.

“Maybe we just need to distract you for a while,” Bucky’s rough voice sidetracked her from the loud thoughts that screamed at her to run, to rip herself out of his claws. His metallic fingers danced up and down her throat, softly squeezing the skin, a simple reminder of their arrangement, she was his, till handcuffs would tighten their grip on his wrists, ready to convict him for his wrongdoings.

Swiftly he had her pressed against the wall, forcing his hand into her trousers, rubbing her clit through her panties. She panted his name, (y/n) was fighting a war inside her head, holding onto the last strings of sanity that kept her focused, trying to ignore the silent whispers of the darkness, pulling her further into his trap, chaining her to the criminal.

Heavy breaths spilled from their lips, the temperature kept rising, begging them to finally undress themselves, to give into their cravings. Bucky watched her step out of her trousers, working on the dark belt of his, freeing his hardening cock from the confines of his clothes. He slipped into her before she could say another word, roughly fucking her as the pictures on the wall began to shake, about to crash to the floor.

“You feel this?” His metallic hand disappeared beneath her shirt, pressed against her lower belly, feeling his cock deep inside of her. Bucky fucked her like it was their last night of freedom, facing the cops that were betting on the two lovers, watching them fall apart as the world was closing in on them. “I’ll always be right here with you, we belong together.”

Her teeth nibbled on his lower lip, hands tugging on the hairs at the nape of his neck, keeping him close. Their orgasms were creeping closer, ready to rock through them, to distract them from the life they were living, allowing them to take deep breaths without worrying about curious eyes.

“I love you,” were the last words she spoke before her walls began to clamp down on his cock, squeezing him, begging him to fuck her through her orgasm. Bucky seemed to understand the signals her body was sending out to him, he kept on snapping his hips against hers, cock covered in her arousal, the sweet drops of her release.

The moment his warmth began to spread through her (y/n)’s legs gave out, body tumbling against his, almost knocking him off his own feet.

Late at night when she was asleep he’d lay next to her with a racing heart. Bucky couldn’t help but feel guilty, hating himself for tainting a pure girl like her, she could live a life filled with love and success, no longer having to sleep on dirty mattresses, to eat cheap meals. She could live the life she deserves. A life without a criminal by her side, though with a man that would cherish and love her just like he should.

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“You never can tell” played from the jukebox. A few people danced through the diner, moving to the song, singing the lyrics. (Y/n) watched them with a tight smile playing on her lips, sipping on the cocktail she had ordered an hour ago. Bucky was absorbed into the newspaper he had stolen from a gas station earlier that day.

(Y/n) studied him, he was biting down on his lip, eyebrows furrowed, trying to figure out if they were in danger if the cops were truly as close to them as the newspapers kept on telling. Words were burning on her tongue, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed and jealous, of the ones that got twirled around by their lovers.

“Don’t you hate that?” A sigh left her, eyes still focused on Bucky, waiting for him to finally lift his gaze off the white paper.

“What?” Just for a second, he placed the newspaper down, waiting for her to speak, to explain her random choice of words. He couldn’t waste any time, had to figure out if they still had enough time to eat before having to cock their guns.

“Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?”

“I don't know. That's a good question.” Bucky tried to stop his eyes from rolling, slightly shaking his head, averting his gaze once again.

“That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, (y/n) was spitting each word, placing her glass down, finishing the way too expensive drink.

Her hands tugged on his, pulling him out of their booth, straight towards the dance floor. She felt her gun moving with each step she took, burning into her skin, preparing for their old routine, the one she could talk about as she was barely awake. In this very moment, it was just the two of them, dancing with one another, sharing kisses, not worrying about the road they’d have to take in a few minutes.

“You need to promise me something, doll.” Bucky’s hand found its way to her jaw, holding onto her as she danced to the beat. “Do you see the door back there?” He twirled her into the right direction, eyes focused on the barely alight door, the one where a lazy waitress had scribbled “exit” onto the wood.

She only nodded her head, didn’t reply to his question, wondering where he was going with this.

“The second I tell you to run, you’ll take off through that door, understood?” Her mouth opened and closed, thoughts racing, trying to figure out if he was coming up with a new routine, anything to set the cops onto the wrong track. But the dark eyes of his told a different story, the almost painful expression he wore explained everything she needed to know.

“I won’t leave you.” Tears welled up in her eyes, hands trembling, reaching for the collar of his leather jacket. Her lips found his, he could taste her tears on her skin, the drops that were as salty as the ocean, rocking his boat back and forth as the sun was setting, painting the dark water in a red shade.

His heart burned, trying to understand that this was the last time he’d see her, the last time he’d get to hold her. She had been like a dream, too good to be true, too colorful for his dark world, a splash of color he was about to wipe off his soul.

“Call your mom for me, tell her I said sorry.” Bucky dried her tears with his lips, kissing along her cheeks, anything to remember the feeling of her skin, the scent of hers he’d hold onto as life has lost its meaning.

Bile pooled in her mouth, insides churning, finally understanding that he was saying goodbye. He was waking her from the dream that had clouded her mind for months, pulling her back into the harsh reality of her life. She couldn’t live without him, couldn’t survive if she wouldn’t breathe the same air as Bucky.

“Take the suitcase and run.” A soft push ripped her off his chest, hands no longer holding onto him. (Y/n)’s vision was blurred, tears kept on streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto the dirty diner floor. Bucky disappeared in the crowd of dancing people, he didn’t spare her another glance, didn’t stick around for long enough to see if she’d make it to safety.

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Rain was falling from the sky, pitter-pattering against her window. Different polaroid pictures were placed on her blanket, memories she had kept in her suitcase, hidden away for months. The reminders of him had been too painful for (y/n), she barely looked at the pictures she had taken of his handsome face, but she couldn’t make it through the day without touching the necklace he had gifted her, hoping that his scent was still sticking to the metal.

“What’s that?” Her chuckles rumbled through her, naked body placed in front of him, waiting for Bucky to finally give in. He had been teasing her for the past hours, keeping her at arm's length, barely touching her.

“A promise,” his voice dropped, hands finally reaching for hers, “a promise that no matter what, you’ll always have my heart.”

The silvery necklace he pulled out of his jacket got placed around her neck, twinkling in the faint light. (Y/n)’s fingers traced the pendant, smiling at the man her heart had chosen to love. The kiss she pressed against his lips grew raw and hungry, pulling him closer to her naked frame.

Bucky’s fingers ran through her folds, collecting drops of arousal that dripped from her heat, begging him to finally fuck her. She reached for his length, pumped him a few times, silently asking him if he was ready to make love to her all through the night.

Both moaned in unison, holding onto one another, settling for a calm rhythm, trying to get adjusted to one another’s body. Her walls fluttered, feeling the thin, velvety skin of his, exploring every inch of his glorious self, ready to burn her touch into his soul.

“Here, this came for you.” Her mother entered the room with a smile on her lips, placing a card down on (y/n)’s desk. She had left before her daughter could ask any questions, leaving her behind with her loud thoughts. Cautiously she neared her desk, fingers running along the slightly worn-out paper of the card.

“Greetings from Rome” had been printed onto the paper, next to a few pictures. Her hands trembled as she turned the card, a single chuckle left her lips, glassy eyes reading through the words that had been scribbled onto the paper.

No matter what, he’d always have her heart, even oceans apart.

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