#yes i know it’s up to me to change and I’m working on it

[rebelssvy]

addicted ✧.*

nanami x reader ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

added twt links !!!

summary: nanami was going out of town and had you recreate his fave porn so he could record. a little spanking, sex, oral sex fem receiving, he finishes in u.

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this came from an ask. i am working on the second part of it now, ukai version. save urself. this was also my first full jjk fic!!! lmk what u think

nanami had an actual problem. he was addicted to your pussy.

he was going on a mission soon, and the though of not having you clamping down on his cock every night brought him close to tears. he’s never been this emotionally distraught in his life. finally an idea struck his mind.

“my love?” he said as you two were cuddling in bed. your wine glass was on the counter next to you. deeply immersed in his love you lazily turned to face him.

“yes?” your voice alone did things to him. ungodly things. things that made him go heavy in the head.

“my mission is coming up soon and… i just keep thinking about how much im gonna miss you.” he said rolling over to put his head in the pillows. arm still draped over you.

you could tell the man was in heat. he was always so obvious with it. the way he would get al obsessed with you. and trust me he’s always obsessed with you. there was no doubt in your mind that he loved you. but there was somthing different about the way he yearned for you.

he was truly irresistible though.

“baby?” you tapped him on the shoulder to look up at you. his face was all flushed and his hair was ragged. fuck. he was perfect.

“hmm?” he mumbled, all drawn out. the next words that were going to come out of you were going to be truly shocking to him.

“wanna fuck me and record it for when you go away?” the smile on your face was blinding as you watched his entire demeanor change.

“fuckk babe that was the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.” he said before instantly pulling out his phone. you stopped him short.

“mmhmh not yet baby… first.. lets get some inspiration.” taking his phone out of his hands. you unlocked it and went straight to the compilation of porn he had ‘hidden’ on his phone. you knew where it was a week into dating him. only just recently have you been sending eachother videos labeled ‘when r we trying this?’

excitement filled your gut. all of your body stood on end as you scrolled though his personal collection. all his kinks, all his thoughts and secrets on a screen.

some of the videos added were new. you hadn’t seen them before. like this one of a girl practically jumping up and down on her bfs dick. fuck. that shit was hot. “i imagined fuckin you like that… after work and i come home an ur al hot f’me.” he slurred like he was drunk. but he was just drunk off your pussy. not even close to touching you and he was al riled up like a dog in heat.

the next one was foul. a girl chained up to a chair as the man had his cock buried in her underwear. pinching her clit tight and smacking her ass. you didn’t know he watched stuff like this. especially since he was normally all vanilla with you. his voice rang out in your ears when he spoke. “i’m sorry darling that one…. isn’t like me. i just can’t get it out of my head though… my pretty girl all tied up to my desk in my office… fuckkk. god let me touch you.” the way he rambled on you knew he was way past his limit.

you went to set his phone down but he cut you off. “no. keep watching. i’m gonna play with you and your gonna keep watching porn. got that?” you gasped at how demanding he was. he really truly normally wasn’t like this. it was.. hot.

“okay…” you said, hesitant.

you scrolled as he kissed and licked all your open skin. taking his sweet his taking off your undergarments. when you were fully naked he spent several seconds just staring at you before touching you. your wettness pooled as he then spread your legs. looking the most eager he ever has he licked your pussy. smacking on your clit and tounge fucking you.

“keep watching my phone baby.” he said into your sloppy cunt. brining two fingers to your hole, before putting them in.

it was hard to concentrate on the, man 69 his girl. when nanami was groaning under you. just from your taste. you forcefully pried your eyes back onto the screen.

you gasped when you came across a video so unholy you tightened around his fingers. “fuck me like this! please an- and record it! pleasee babe…” you held up the video to him, a girl getting so pounded her face was pushed into the couch.

he groaned under you. “fuck babe… i have dreamt of doing that to you. fuckin ur pussy al raw…” he mumbled to himself before pulling you into a missionary position. it was more intimate. you didn’t mind. but you wanted to be fucked tonight.

he pulled out his phone, his demeanor changed. suddenly, a fire filled his eyes. slapping his stop on your clit. he recorded everything. your face, your body, your wet fucking cunt. god. you needed him.

“please… i need ur cock…” you were suddenly camera shy. you didn’t know how to act anymore.

“want it so fuckin bad…?” he mumbled before shoving himself balls deep into you. the movement was harsh. your back arched into him. he was girthy. sometimes he was too much. you screamed out. not looking at the camera.

“…look at me baby..” he mumbled, phone in hand pounding into you. you let your head fall back.

“when i say look at the camera..” his voice was sharper, before he laid a soft little slap on your spred pussy. “- u fuckin look at the camera.” that movement awoke somthing in you.

“fuck na-! harder. slap me harder.” you moaned out. as if he wasn’t already balls deep in your sopping cunt.. he pounded you at rapid speed now.

almost like that angle wasn’t enough, he turned out over onto your face, ass up, like the girl in the video.

“fuck me! nanami~ fuck i’m gonna miss your fat cock…!” you moaned out to him. the words went straight to his cock and he fucked you like it.

his pace changed rapidly, grabbing into on of your arms with his free hand, he propped the camera up with the other. getting a clear view of you taking his cock like his little doll. you watched in the phones reflection of you getting pounded. your wet pussy getting torn apart.

it was all overwhelming you came on his cock without recognizing. the pressure was too great. it was too much. you were approaching your second orgasm. you went to warn him but no words came out of your mouth. just moans and gasps. plowing for your second orgasm, the way your tight pussy clenched on his fat fucking cock made him burie his load deep in your cunt. his liquid filled u up to the brim. almost too fucked out to hear his ple’s behind you.

“god y’ur so fuckin perfect.. this pussy- all mine. fuck yes all mine…” he mumbled over and over.

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ukai ver. soon…

[pigfartsviatardis]

Important! Treat kids like people! I’m an educator and it’s amazing how receptive kids are to listening to reason and changing their behaviour, or at least trying to, if you pull them aside - instead of embarrassing them in front of their peers - and ask them what the hell’s up instead of just talking at them.

The other day a kid was being rude to his partner that I had paired him with for a task, ignoring her and refusing to do any work. I asked if he was ok, he shrugged and said yes. I told him he needed to contribute and treat his partner with respect, then moved on. Came back a few mins later, nothing had changed. I asked him to come have a word. Pulled him out of earshot of the kids and asked if something was wrong. He said no. I said ok but you are acting like you’re upset or angry. Are you upset or angry? He said no (in an upset and angry way lmao). I asked if his partner was the problem. No. The task? No. Bear in mind this kid was like 12 so it could well have just been hormones. I am not his usual teacher, I don’t know him, so if there was something personal going on for him it’s pretty fair to not want to tell me, a stranger.

At this point I just said look I’m gonna be real with you. You clearly don’t want to talk to me about this and I respect that. But here are the facts. You are in class. You have class work to do and a partner who is currently doing it all by herself when everyone else gets help from a partner. Is that fair? He agreed it’s not fair. I said it’s ok if you’re not feeling great and you can’t give 100%, but you need to at the very least be polite to your partner and try to contribute a little bit to the work. I said if I saw him doing that bare minimum then we can all get on with our day, but if I saw him continue to ignore and do nothing then he was going to have to stay in at break time to make up for his partners wasted time. Asked if he understood. Got a nod and a shrug, good enough.

Literally a minute later he was talking to his partner and suggesting something for their task. A few minutes after that they were laughing and chatting. Didn’t have any issues with him for the rest of the day.

Back when I was a less experienced teacher I used to come down hard on kids who were being disrespectful, mostly because I was trying to be ‘an authority figure’ or whatever. I would have been more likely to scold that kid in front of his partner and his peers, give him an ultimatum, or taken his moodiness as rudeness against me personally. I don’t recall getting great results with any of that crap. He probably would have ended up staying in and ruining both our break times. Kids are just normal people and how many people do you know who react well to being humiliated, talked down to, or punished without given a chance to discuss or appeal it?

I know teaching is different from parenting but I’ve been working with kids for quite a few years now and it’s honestly the main thing I’d say I’ve learned about them, and it’s laughably simple: they are people, they have a perspective and they understand fairness, and they will respond a LOT better to being spoken with like an equal than being talked at like a lesser being. Who’d have thought????

I am exceptionally lucky in that my parents never hit me, grounded me, confiscated my things, banned me from my hobbies or threatened any of these actions to make me behave as a kid. as an adult it has made me realise how very very long a road most people have to traverse before they can take a statement like 'no rule that must be enforced by threat is legitimate' seriously.

[hrrtshape]

shifting and manifesting q&a post.

you know the drill. another day, another q&a. i’ve gathered all your burning questions about shifting & manifesting and answered them like i’m hosting a late-night talk show, except instead of celebrity guests, it’s just me, sleep deprivation, and an encyclopedic knowledge of the multiverse. consider this your go-to guide for everything from “why hasn’t it worked yet?” to “can i shift standing up?” (yes, and if you figure out how to do it mid-stride, let me know).

now, let’s get into it. also. this is an open discussion and i will be putting in more and more questions as time goes on.

shifting q&a.

❛❛ what is law of attraction? shifting, or reality shifting, is the practice of consciously moving one's awareness to an alternate reality or desired reality, in other words, a dr. shifters believe that infinite realities exist simultaneously and that through intention or visualisation, they can experience a reality of their choosing.

❛❛ how does shifting work? is it something gradual or instant/overnight? shifting is instant. one moment you're here, the next you're there. no in-between, no buffering. just a switch.

❛❛ what is awareness and how does it work? awareness is the fundamental observer, the "i am" behind all thoughts, emotions, and perceptions. it is not your thoughts, your body, or even your identity, it is the thing that witnesses all of those. if you strip away your name, your history, your emotions, what remains? the awareness that experiences all things. imagine awareness like a flashlight in a dark room. whatever you shine it on, your thoughts, your surroundings, your sensations, becomes your focal point. but the flashlight itself is not the object it’s illuminating. it’s just observing.

in simpler terms, your awareness is not the content of your mind, it’s the thing that notices that content. it’s always present, always watching, whether you’re thinking, daydreaming, or in deep sleep. it creates reality by focusing on particular thoughts, assumptions, and experiences.

❛❛ how do we shift constantly? you are always shifting because your awareness is fluid, not fixed. reality is not a single, static thing, it’s a spectrum of infinite possible states, and your awareness moves through them constantly. every thought, every assumption, every focus of attention is a micro-shift to a different version of reality.

every time you change a belief, you shift. if you wake up believing today will be boring, you experience a version of today that aligns with that belief. if you wake up believing today will be exciting, you shift into a different reality where things unfold differently. your awareness dictates what version of reality you experience. if you focus on lack, you shift into a reality where lack exists. if you focus on abundance, you shift into a reality where abundance is your experience. small shifts happen every second. right now, if you decide you are lucky, you just shifted into a reality where you are lucky. if you suddenly assume you are confident, you just shifted into a reality where confidence is more accessible to you.

❛❛ can i permashift? if you want to, yes. your cr body won’t drop dead, it’ll just exist on autopilot. permashifting is a commitment, but you get to decide what it means.

❛❛ i tried a method and it didn’t work. methods don’t make you shift, you do. stop hyper-fixating on technique and start focusing on the belief that shifting is inevitable.

❛❛ i’m hopeless about shifting and losing hope. you can’t lose hope in something inevitable. shifting is real, it exists, and you can do it. sit with the fact that it’s already yours.

❛❛ what happens if i move midshift? will that disrupt it? no. that's very much a myth. you can shift whenever.

❛❛ i’m struggling. struggle doesn’t mean failure. keep going, keep believing, keep knowing it’s done.

❛❛ i’m impatient. shifting isn’t about patience, it’s about certainty. the second you know it’s done, you’ve already shifted.

❛❛ how to be aware of your dr? awareness = presence. stop doubting, stop overthinking. if you’re there, you’re there. simple.

❛❛ how is lucid dreaming different from shifting? lucid dreaming is control over a dream. shifting is moving consciousness to a real, existing reality. they’re not the same.

❛❛ i’ve gotten to the void but i can’t shift. the void isn’t the destination, it’s the doorway. walk through it.

❛❛ do i have to script? no. scripting is for clarity, not necessity. your intentions are enough.

❛❛ what if i get distracted easily? distractions don’t stop you from shifting. shifting is a knowing, not a concentration game.

❛❛ during the day i’m really excited and when it’s time to shift, i have doubts. excitement means you believe it’s possible. doubts don’t matter unless you entertain them.

❛❛ wait, so all i have to do is go "it's ok. i'm in my dr" and then don't think about it again??? just go about the rest of my day and think nothing more?? yes. it’s called living in the end. stop micromanaging the process.

❛❛ what if i see the people in my dr as fictional? reality is perception. fiction here doesn’t mean fiction there.

❛❛ do time ratios matter between realities? no. your dr follows its own time, its own rules.

❛❛ tips on lucid dreaming and how to shift with it? use lucid dreams as a launchpad. once you realise you’re dreaming, affirm you’ve shifted.

❛❛ any tips on how to keep faith? remind yourself shifting is inevitable. let go of desperation.

❛❛ what should your mindset be? unwavering certainty. shifting is done, you are there.

❛❛ will your dr feel the same // be as realistic as your cr? yes. possibly even more real.

❛❛ is there a thing such as shifting symptoms? symptoms are just your own expectations manifesting. they’re not required. and sometimes it's just your body falling asleep.

❛❛ what about shifting signs? (angel numbers, seeing things that correlate with your dr) if you believe they mean something, they do. if you don’t, they don’t. reality is what you make of it.

❛❛ should i assume from third pov or first? both are fine. you can do first since it's more personal, unless third feels more natural to you.

❛❛ can you shift to dangerous places? yes, but why would you want to?

❛❛ can i have multiple s/os? yes. your dr, your rules.

❛❛ what if i can’t visualise at all? how do i shift without visualisation? visualisation is a tool, not a requirement. belief and intention are enough.

❛❛ what does it actually feel like to shift? is it a fade-to-black, a snap, or something else? different for everyone. could be a snap, a slow transition, or just opening your eyes and being there.

❛❛ can i shift into a world where i don’t exist yet? yes. there's an infinite amount of realities. you can go into any timeline.

❛❛ can i shift to a different race/ethnicity? yes. your dr body is fully customisable. if you want to change your race, height, or even species, go ahead. just remember that identity is more than just aesthetics, if you shift as another race, you will experience the world through that lens.

❛❛ what if i shift somewhere and i hate it? exit. shift back. undo. just leave.

❛❛ can i shift into an animated/cartoon world?yes.

❛❛ if i shift into a dr where i have kids, will i actually love them? yes, unless you're a deadbeat. your emotions in your dr are real. you will feel the same love, attachment, and responsibility as if those kids were born in your cr.

❛❛ can i shift into someone else’s pov?yes.

❛❛ what if i shift somewhere where things are different? your brain adapts. you will instinctively know how to function in that world, whether it’s bending gravity, casting spells, or breathing underwater.

❛❛ can i shift while walking or doing daily activities? yes. people have shifted while listening to music, washing dishes, and even mid-conversation with someone.

❛❛ what if i shift and panic? if you shift and freak out, you can always return to your cr. panic won’t trap you. you’re not locked in.

❛❛ when i shift, do i leave my body? no, your physical body stays in your cr, but your consciousness shifts to your dr. think of it like tuning into a different frequency.

❛❛ is it possible to smell scents from my dr in my cr, or am i just going crazy? yes and no. shifters report phantom sensations like smells, sounds, or even touches from their dr. your brain can be simply syncing with that reality. but it can also be a coincidence. make of reality what you will, if you think it's from your dr, then it is.

❛❛ i need to convince myself I’m in my dr and wait for the 3d to reflect it? be delusional and patient?? yes, that’s the law of assumption in action. hold the belief and live from it, and reality will catch up.

❛❛ do we have to perceive shifting as natural for it to happen? yes. the more normal and achievable it feels, the easier it is to shift. make it feel as natural as blinking.

❛❛ is shifting to a dr i’m less attached to easier than one i’m obsessed with? sorta. less attachment = less pressure = smoother shifting. when you need to shift, you create resistance.

❛❛ how do i detach from my cr? it can help to live in your dr mindset. see cr as a temporary dream. engage less emotionally. shift focus to your dr completely.

❛❛ if I already shifted but the 3d hasn’t caught up, and i can’t be arsed to do methods, am i still doing it right? yes. if you know you’ve already shifted, you don’t need to do anything. just exist, stay stable, and avoid spiralling into frustration. you’re on track.

❛❛ will it feel weird to see people from my cr in different realities? yes and no. at first, it might be surreal, but you’ll adapt quickly. they may act differently, but your mind will adjust.

❛❛ what do you think of quantum immortality? (i do believe in it) quantum immortality suggests that consciousness never truly dies; it shifts to timelines where you continue existing. if you believe in infinite realities, this aligns with shifting theory, you’re always moving into different versions of existence.

❛❛ i got close to shifting but panicked at the last moment. how do i stop this? you're already shifting every second. excitement turning into anxiety is normal. next time, remind yourself there’s nothing to fear. breathe through it. Instead of anticipating the shift, surrender to it like falling asleep.

❛❛ do you need a safe word/safe action? it’s optional. if it gives you peace of mind, use one, but you don’t need it. your intent alone is enough to return.

❛❛ do angel numbers mean anything? yes, but also, everything is a sign if you decide it is. angel numbers (111, 222, 333, etc etc etc) are basically reality’s way of winking at you. they indicate alignment, a shift in energy, or a confirmation that you’re on the right path.

manifestation q&a.

❛❛ what is manifesting? manifesting is the process of deliberately bringing a desired outcome into reality through focused intention, belief, and aligned action. manifestation operates on the principle that thoughts, emotions, and expectations influence one's external circumstances.

❛❛ what is law of attraction? the law of attraction (LOA) is the principle that like attracts like. meaning that positive or negative thoughts bring corresponding experiences into one's life. it is based on the idea that the mind emits energetic frequencies that align with similar external energies. loa suggests that maintaining an optimistic mindset, visualising success, and embodying gratitude can lead to favourable outcomes.

❛❛ what is law of assumption? the law of assumption (also....LOA) posits that one's assumptions. deep-seated beliefs and expectations, shape their reality. unlike the law of attraction, which emphasises energetic alignment, the law of assumption focuses on the psychological certainty that what one accepts as true will inevitably manifest. this concept was primarily developed by neville goddard, who taught that by persistently assuming a desired state as already existing, individuals can bring it into their lived experience. It operates on the principle that consciousness dictates reality.

❛❛ 3d, 4d, 5d...what's the difference? ◞ 3D (third dimension) : the physical reality you experience with your five senses. the "real world" where things feel solid, time moves in a linear fashion, and external circumstances seem fixed. this is what most people believe is the only reality.

◞ 4D (fourth dimension) : the realm of thoughts, beliefs, imagination, and assumption. this is the layer where you create reality before it hardens into the 3d. your inner world (mindset, affirmations, visualisations) exists here, and it directly influences what you experience in the 3d.

◞ 5D (fifth dimension) : a state of consciousness where you recognise infinite realities exist at once and you can shift between them freely. It’s often associated with detachment from 3d limitations, full trust in the self, and an effortless ability to manifest or shift.

❛❛ what is saturating? flooding your mind with thoughts, affirmations, and beliefs that match your desired reality until they feel natural. this speeds up the 3d shift.

❛❛ i would like to be present and aware in the void. then decide you are. the void is a state of being, not a place to find.

❛❛ is it difficult to enter the void because i get distracted? distraction is a belief. stop feeding into the idea that it’s hard.

❛❛ what if i get distracted easily? doesn’t matter. the void exists whether you’re hyper-focused or not.

❛❛ what exactly am i supposed to do in the void state? nothing. it’s a state of pure being. exist in it, and intend.

❛❛ any tips on how to keep faith? faith isn’t something to keep. it’s something you live in. affirm or take a break if it feels like too much.

❛❛ what should your mindset be? unwavering certainty. the 3d follows your assumptions.

❛❛ should i assume from third pov or first? i recommend first. you are the creator.

❛❛ what happens when i doubt? doubts only manifest if you let them control you. assume certainty.

❛❛ do i need to work towards getting my desires or will they just appear? they will appear, but inspired action may follow. don’t confuse effort with control.

❛❛ what’s the difference between assuming something and just pretending? assuming is knowing it’s already done. pretending is hoping.

❛❛ if i assume i have something, but it’s not physically there, what do i do? persist. reality conforms to your assumptions, but there’s a lag.

❛❛ why do negative assumptions seem to manifest faster than positive ones? because you believe they do. flip the script.

❛❛ is “living in the end” just lying to myself? how do i do it properly? no, it’s knowing it’s already yours. embody it mentally.

❛❛ can i manifest something for someone else without their permission? probably, but it’s more effective when aligned with their existing beliefs.

❛❛ what do i do if my manifestation is taking longer than expected? does that mean i failed? no. time is irrelevant. persistence is key.

❛❛ if i assume something is mine, but i keep looking for proof, does that ruin it? kinda....yes. looking for proof implies lack. assume and let go.

❛❛ how do i stay consistent when my 3d reality is making me spiral? detach from the 3d. persist in the assumption.

❛❛ can i manifest something i don’t want to happen (by accident)? yes, if you dwell on it.

❛❛ can i manifest a completely different appearance. like, a new face, height, or features? yes. your physical form is as malleable as reality itself.

❛❛ can i change my race/ethnicity with manifestation? yes. just like shifting, loa allows for complete identity transformation. but remember, race isn't just aesthetic. your perception and experiences in the world will shift, too.

❛❛ can i manifest a different voice or accent? yes. people have manifested different vocal tones, speech patterns, and even language fluency.

❛❛ can i manifest someone else's thoughts and actions? you can influence people’s thoughts about you, but they still have free will. manifesting works through your assumptions affecting how the world reacts to you.

❛❛ can i manifest something terrible happening to someone? technically, yes. but that’s a dark path and the energy you put out will reflect back on you. be careful with karma.

❛❛ can i manifest a whole new personality for myself? yes. confidence, extroversion, charisma, it’s all malleable. change the assumption, and the behaviour follows.

❛❛ can i manifest intelligence? yes. memory retention, quick thinking, academic success, it’s all just perception. if you assume you’re naturally brilliant, your mind will adapt.

❛❛ can i manifest a different past? your past memories can shift, but others’ memories won’t always follow. some people have had success with revising events....others find it easier to focus on changing the present and future.

❛❛ can i manifest abilities I don’t have, like playing an instrument? yes.

❛❛ if i assume something and it doesn’t happen instantly, does that mean i failed? no. read more here.

❛❛ how do i stay consistent when my 3d reality is making me spiral? detach. the 3d is old news. if reality is trash, ignore it. focus on your new assumptions, not the mess outside.

❛❛ can i manifest a completely different life overnight? yes. if you assume a full reality shift, everything will align. the challenge is maintaining the belief without doubting.

❛❛ can i manifest money instantly? yes. unexpected checks, job opportunities, random cash finds. it all happens. if you believe money is always flowing to you, it will.

❛❛ what if i feel nothing while affirming? that’s fine. manifesting isn’t about emotion. it’s about assumption. you don’t need to feel ecstatic; you just need to accept it as truth.

❛❛ any tips for that final push to reach the void or shift? or do i just keep affirming and hope for the best? go in with full certainty, no doubts. detach from trying too hard, relax into it. if affirming works for you, do it, but don’t force it. confidence + ease = success.

❛❛ why does affirming until sleep work for some and not others? it depends on how suggestible your mind is. if it feels natural and calming, it works. if it feels forced, it might not. try tweaking it, focus on emotions, not just words.

[abbyslvrrr]

Ultraviolence dark!abby Anderson x fem!reader

So I had this fics in the works before I posted this little Drabble thing, I just wasn’t sure if people wanted it! I really hope that this is good, I honestly haven’t written much dark stuff so I’m sorry if this is actually asscheeks. Anyway hope you enjoy!! Love u angels 🤍

Cw: dark!abby she’s abusive and toxic. Reader is kidnapped and held in a basement. Abuse. I guess reader lowkey being starved. Literally basic human necessities taken away from her. Abby is manipulative.

Songs to listen to if you want: ultraviolence by Lana

𝜗𝜚 Abby, who kidnaps you and holds you captive in her home on the outskirts of the city where no one really comes.

𝜗𝜚 The first couple of weeks you fight, you scream, you do everything to get away from her. She entertains it, but why the 4th week does she get fucking irritated

𝜗𝜚 After a failed escape attempt, she throws you down the dark basement and locks you there for however long it takes to break you and to make you depend on her fully.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU BITCH!” Your throat is practically raw at this point from all the screaming. There was a small dirty mattress, pillow, and blanket there, a bucket, and a small window that had iron bars on it so you couldn’t escape through there. She would come back for you, right?

You were wrong, the only time she would come down was to give you food, and the food wasn’t much. Just a sandwich and water for the whole day, it’s safe to say she was depriving you of basic human necessities. You tried to stay strong the first week, talking to yourself, sleeping most of the time, anything to keep you grounded, but after that week when Abby still didn’t come to get you is when you start to freak out. You so desperately wished someone would talk to you or touch you.

God, Abby’s touches you missed, whether it had been because she was beating you black and blue or helping you change clothes, you just missed them lots. You needed her, you needed her praise, her degradation, you needed her to validate you as a person.

The second week in is where you break, You get scared, very scared. You scream for Abby, not stopping, but she does not come get you, little do you know, she’s behind the door listening to your screams and cries and relishing in the fact that you are breaking down bit by bit.

By the third week, all you can do is curl up in a ball and hope that Abby will take mercy on you and come back.

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After a while, the basement door opens and Abby walks in, your eyes open. You don’t know whether to believe what you’re seeing, you feel a hand on your cheek brushing away a tear you didn’t know you let out.

She’s really here

“A-Abby?…” You call out to her weakly, more tears spill out. She doesn’t say anything but picks you up and takes you to the living room, where she sits on the couch with you in her lap. She wraps a fuzzy blanket around you.

All you can do is bury your face in the crook of her neck and cry, she rubs your back in a comforting manner.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, angel?” She questions as she lifts your head up to look at her. Nodding your head ‘yes’ puts a smile on Abby’s face, she knows she’s broken you, and she couldn’t be happier.

“None of that escaping stuff anymore, okay? You’re here to stay with me, angel. If you’re a good girl, everything will be fine, and you’ll get rewarded. If you disobey me again, I’ll punish you ten times worse, got it?” Her face is serious and scary, which makes you let out a small whimper. You don’t have a choice in the matter anymore, it’s better to just be good and obey, right?

By now you’ve also forgotten the fact that you were kidnapped by Abby and that your face is all over the news. Your family is distraught that you’re gone, but hey, Abby thinks the missing person poster would look so cute framed in her office!

“Mhm, I get it, Abby. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Sorry this fic is actual ass it’s so BORING

𝜗𝜚 Tags! @livvietalks @rhyrhy @cstbdf @kaykeryyy @h2pinky @dollaches @killerbait @frillydolle @ch-4-eri

[b0kevi]

random word prompts :P

summary: random words + random twst characters from a wheel

trope: comfort, sick trope, friends to lovers, teasing, angst

info: little angst in azuls part, kissing, jade

characters: silver, vil, jade, azul

w/c: 206 silver, 263 vil, 394 jade, 315 azul

Silver - Stomach

“thank you silver you didn’t have to.” you said as you quietly ate the soup silver had made you.

“it’s no problem y/n. please take this once you finish eating, it should help with your stomach.”

silver was over at ramschakle taking care of you since you had a stomachache, you two were supposed to be studying but your stomach had been hurting all day. silver of course wanted to help you feel better so made you some food and brought medicine.

“this is delicious! thank you so much silver, really” you finished your food and took the medicine he gave you

you leaned back against the couch arm and sighed, silver was sitting next to you

“how are you feeling?”

“better than before.” smiling at him, he gave a gentle smile back, his gaze switches from you to your stomach

“could I… rest my head for a bit?” he asked sheepishly

“of course silver”

silver gently rested his head against your stomach, not wanting to add pressure to it. you smiled and planted your hand in his hair

“I’m feeling much better now.”

silver was already dozing off but he hummed in response and left a soft kiss on your stomach before nodding off.

Vil - Effective

“are you sure this is really effective…?”

“are you questioning my ways darling?”

you sighed. Vil invited you over to his room to do your makeup, you couldn’t really say no so here you are, in vil’s room with him inches away from your face.

the only thing that was left was your lip combo, vil pulled out two different colors of lipsticks, looking at the two very intensely before putting one shade on his lips.

you were confused since he already had lip stick on so why did he change it? maybe he just wanted that color all of a sudden…

once he finished he turned to you and leaned in very close

“vil… what are you doing?”

“putting on your lipstick. what else?”

his lips are centimeters away from yours while the lipstick is on his vanity.

“uhm the lipstick is over there though…” vil furrowed his eyebrows slightly

“who’s the one doing the makeup here?” sighing at his words you nodded, letting him have his way.

he gently kissed your lips, thoroughly getting the shade on your lips. vil pulled back slightly taking a look at his work, fixing it up a bit before putting another color on his own.

“this one is definitely more your color.” he said as he took off the shade he just put on you

“then why did you put this one on?”

“I thought it was this color”

“those are two very different shades vil.”

“are you questioning me sweetheart?” he said before kissing your lips with more passion than the previous one

“never.”

Jade - Decisive

“are you serious? him?”

“are you okay?”

“is he blackmailing you into saying that?”

this is why you don’t tell them anything. you’ve been crushing on a certain eel and finally told adeuce about it.

“no! he doesn’t know and what’s wrong with him?

…

don’t answer that. but yes him.”

“at least it’s not floyd”

“isn’t he worse than floyd?”

“they’re both bad!”

you sighed as the two bicker, why did you tell them…

you made your way to mostro lounge for your shift, you started to work there to make some extra money, no other reason, not to hang out and watch jade work… no just for the money.

“y/n. what a pleasure to see you.” jade said as soon as you walked through the doors like he was waiting for you.

“hi jade.”

throughout your whole shift you would spare glances at him, watching how swiftly he moves, doing the job of many but still managing. you tried to keep your glances minimal but knowing jade he could tell you were looking at him.

you two were closing together, you both were cleaning up in comfortable silent, you were wiping tables while he grabbed dirty dishes

“you seemed distracted today y/n.” you sighed, of course he knew. he knows everything.

“was I? Must have been the stress of today.”

he hummed, “really. work stress or…”

you could feel his breath near your ear, when did he get so close… “the stress of those two friends of yours?” you felt a shiver down your spine both from the proximity and his words.

was he there? did he hear what you said about him?

you turned your head, his face was so close to yours you’re sure he can hear how loud your heart is beating.

“you… you heard that…?” there’s no point in hiding it.

“perhaps.” he had his signature smile, he trapped you against the table

“I assure you I would never blackmail you my perl, but are you sure you want this? to be with me?” his heterochromia eyes were beautiful as they stared right through you, you know that first part was a lie but you’ve never seen him like this, you could tell he was being genuine behind that smirk

you grabbed ahold of his hands and smiled

“I’m positive, I want you jade, only you.”

Azul - Fight

you knew dating azul was going to be challenging with some ups and downs and you never mind it. Although sometimes his pride gets in the way of things

“you know jade and floyd are capable of taking care of things on their own sweetie.”

azul has been engrossed in his work and contracts for the past couple of weeks which you understood in the beginning but you were starting to miss him, you would be in the room with him but you wanted some attention from him every now and then.

“I’m well aware but this will only take a minute darling”

“you said that two hours ago.”

you’ve set up a little date between you two—wanting to get him out of the lounge— you were going to have a little picnic, you had everything in your basket but you were sure everything had gone to waste for how long you’ve been waiting for him to be done.

"you know, I'm just gonna go azul."

Azul finally looked up from his work, you never call him by his name.

"I'm sorry darling I promise this is the last one then we can go."

you had enough, "no azul. it won't be the last one. we both know it's not, everything is spoiled by now, your work is more important obviously, just forget it."

"y/n..." he finally got up and walked towards you but you stopped him, "I understand you got a lot going on but you have the twins to help you, can't you just take one day off for me? you've been like this for days and I miss being with you. its obvious i'm not that important to you azul. just leave me alone."

you left without giving him a chance to respond, leaving him alone in his office. He felt tears forming as he sighed, angry with himself.

"damn it."

── .✦

a/n: I should have made these longer, maybe next time, these random words were fun to do. if you have any prompts lmk ! have a good night/day ! <3

[youreonmymind37]

“Honey, I just can’t fuck with you,” said my mom.

“Why not?”

“Because. I’m tired,” said my mom.

“But, you said you’re horny,” I said.

“I know,” said my bitchy lover, “I’m going sleep.”

I grumbled at her,

“Here,” said my mom propping-up her buttocks, “Here. Go crazy with my ass.”

She expected me to masturbating her ass crack. She nodded-off. I got some coconut oil and spread it on my cock. I position myself on my knees. That’s not working. Big spoon (me) and little spoon (my slutty mom). This blob of my mother can’t aroused me up.

I can’t get it up. I tried thinking about my mom and me where we went to a tropical beach bungalow. And, my mom rode me like a cowgirl ride her bull, and—-whining from the outside of her bedroom’s door.

“Can you take my dogs for a walk, Greg,” said my mom groggily.

My mother has these Dobermann dogs. She treated them like her babies.

“Sure,” I growled, “Everything for your babies, mom.”

I opened the door and these two idiots ran on to my mom’s bed. The dog sniffed her pussy. And, the next one lapped up her nipples. Well. What have we here?

My mom invited them to had sex with her. She was lonely for a man. Her dogs resented me. Back from college I screwed my slutty mom. Three times a day.

The Dobermann dogs jumped at the change of bonked my mom’s cunt. Sleepily my mom get comfortable on her back. The dog slurps-up her pussy’s juices. She runs her fingers down her dog’s fur. “Come here,” my mom to her dog. Finding his penis she steers it to her snatch.

“Good boy,” she kissed his tongue. And, she reached for the second dog’s penis.

I’m getting amused and turn-on this freak circus show. First, I videoed this dogs-on-woman porn.

Finally, the dogs cum in my mom’s muff and on her stomach and tits. I ordered them to go sleep in their cages.

My mother sleepwalked but having an orgy with her large dogs.

————-

Next morning, I wolfed down some cereal and a coffee. My mom come into the kitchen. She look like she is going cry. “Greg, I’m violated by your raped of me! Soggy cum in my pussy, on my tummy. In my hair!” My mom bursted with sobbing. “You’re better pampering me! I’m warning you! All I’ve doing is calling up the police station!”

“Mmmm,” I cradled my smartphone and showed her her porn. My mon get quietly and sit down on the kitchen chair. “Well….” she said and grabbed for my smartphone. She hit the delete button for her dogs-on-mother porn.

“I sent a dozen copies of your porn in my cloud folders.”

My mom stared at me.

“First, suck my balls and cock. Then. We’ll do some shopping at sex shop. Drive us to a bar and explain to a hottie that we’re a swinger couple…. Oh. Another thing. Treat me like your master, mom.”

“Yes…. master.”

A grinned from cheek to cheek.

[asmolfolk]

Twisted wonderland with a Grandparent!Reader

ਈՉ࣪﹑Heeyy! Just wanted a quick say in this: This will be a short series and I'll try to go over every dorm [and the NRC staff and special characters if wanted!] with this little idea.﹗ִ❀ ᘏAt first it was going to be tons of angst/comfort. But I decided to just do comfort with some angst in it﹗ִ❀ Some things that you must know before you read this:

This is just an introduction, a bit long but it's to make sure that you understand all the 'prologue changes'.

This will be completely platonic!

You can request more scenarios of 'Grandparent Reader' if you wish!

The next one I'll do is probably 'Parent!Reader', which may include Reader trying to date the students's parents.

Everything was going well in your world. Your life – as short as it was – was complete, you were the ‘concept of a grandparent’ for a lot of people. You owned a little bakery and were being helped by your grandkids, they were always here working and trying their best to make things less hard for you.   Blessings, that’s what they were. You used to joke with your oldest that their children were almost taking your shop for themselves! It was funny, even more funny to see that you actually did leave your bakery shop for them – together with recipes and much more – in your will.  The others [children of your middle and youngest] weren’t that interested ON the bakery shop, they just wanted to help YOU. It always did warm your heart, you were loved... You never knew that someone could be this loved before.  And everything was lost in a blink of an eye.

You weren’t in your bed anymore, in your house – gods, you weren’t even in your kid's house!! It took you quite a while to understand your surroundings, it was all black until you heard some... Strange voice, it was unknown – it worried you deeply until you opened the gate you were in... Only to see a little... Cat? 

“Oh, goodness! What are you doing all alone here, little one?” Your voice is so sweet as you tried to steady yourself, kneeling before the startled cat. 

“HUH? Who you callin’ a little one?! And why are you so... old?” The cat TALKED? Like. Actually talked? Now that you look him closely, it seems that he isn’t a normal cat? What was that?! 

“It happens with all the folks... Though, am I hallucinating or are you an animal that speaks?” 

“I AM THE GREAT GRIM! Not just some pet! Now, give me your... Uniform! Ye!” 

“My uniform? Oh, you wish to work on my bakery? I’m sorry but I couldn’t possible hire such a sweet one to do hard work!” 

“NOT THAT! Your uniform, the one you are wearing right now! You are too old for school ‘yways!” 

“...School?” Slowly getting up and looking around, you managed to notice the big coffins. 

“Well, yes! It could be said that you are too old for this school – but my magnanimity is boundless! There’s no such a thing as an age to learn!” A new voice joins, a... Very strange man with a crow mask, he is smiling as if he is doing a Favour. “And, as it seems, your little familiar is going to be such a great help for you!” 

As he explained everything that you could know, you tried your best to calm Grim while the man would explain every little detail he could to you. Even though, he seemed sketchy, you could feel that he was actually wanting you to feel a bit more comfortable and secure.   Maybe, it was because you were old... Or, as you prefer to think, he is just a nice young man. Once everything was finalized, he was guiding you through the school in a much nicer tone. 

“Well! I’m assured that this whole time spent here – that you were obviously listening to your headmage – was worth it and you have no more questions, right?” He asked with a gracious smile. “I assume you are ready to see which dorm you are going in.” 

“Oh, I’m ready. Though, I am not entirely sure that it would be good for my health to go to Savanaclaw.” 

“Details.” 

As you were guided to the... Uhm, room full of coffins. You saw tons of young men across the room, they seemed ready to go away when Crowley opened the door as soon as one of them said something about ‘him disappearing on the ceremony’. 

“I most certainly did not!” The Headmage said with an almost angry tone. 

“Ah, speak of the devil...” Such a young and small little one you saw! You couldn’t help but wonder how that much sass could fit in that body! 

“If you must know, I was searching for the new student!” He pointed at you, before guiding you towards the mirror. “Poor me, being overly critized by my students when I’m only helping an older one!” 

You didn’t help a lot with the surprise by stepping with difficulty on the platform, you saw a young purple haired fellow running towards you, he linked his arms on yours immediately. 

“Here! Let me help ya!” He immediately said, helping you upstairs. “Those lazy sluggards not even wanting to help ya.” Actually, he didn’t even give time for anyone to try to help. His grandson instincts were fast to act, he not only did immediately notice that you were an elder but that you would need a bit of help with the stairs. 

“You are such a strong young man! Thank you for helping a poor old folk like me.” You said in that sweet grandparent tone that made the boy just grin triumphantly – as if you had just given him a trophy. He didn’t let you go until you were face to face with the mirror. Though, you could hear some whispers about your age, you simply waited for the mirror to say something. 

But, well. We all know how that all went. 

Ramshackle accident. 

Let’s begin with just saying: The thing that most changed was with Epel introduction. He was clung to you like a Coala, he simply did not let you go and was always around you – You, however, did not mind it not even a little bit. He reminded you about your youngest grandkids, always full of energy and ready to duel anyone. 

He was always with his arm linked to yours, guiding you with proud around the school while talking about anything he could. 

And, of course, Grim wasn’t... That bad? He was simply clingier since the beginning. He was stuck to you, always following behind or simply resting in your arm. 

When Crowley – oh, so gracious – tried to give Ramshackle to you were meet with Epel screaming about ‘an old person CAN’T be in such a mess of a place!’. It made the young Epel just ignore his Housewarden calls and immediately go to help you clean around. 

He didn’t let you do anything other than mop the floor and clean windows. Everything else was him and a very unhappy Grim. After everything was cleaned, Epel made sure to help you upstairs. 

“Just so ya know. Morning I’ll come back and help clean more, alr? Don’t forget to call me if anything happens.” 

“Oh... I don’t have a phone.” 

“...I’ll figure something up!” He said before making sure you were okay and going away. 

It was like having your grandkids taking care of you again... And the thought of them poisoned your happiness, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop thinking: “How are they? Are they worried?” You had to push those thoughts before drifting off. 

Oh, and the ghost thing? Well, the whole thing happened but a lot less ‘scary’.  

You have ghost grandkids that are way older than you now, congrats. 

The first years.

Oh, the Adeuce duo. Such a nice young and lively folks. At first, Epel was a bit unsure to let you be around them, especially after the whole fiasco in their first day. However, it was a chance on having more help in making the whole dorm way cleaner for you. 

Well, let’s just say that Deuce was a sweetheart and Ace was... Well, Ace. 

Deuce was immediately apologizing for putting you in danger while Ace was a bit more aloof but was caring too, once you made sure that you actually liked the chaos as it brought a bit more of light to a boredom, they were immediately smitten. Ace was talking about ‘his new cool grandparent’ in less than a week. 

You, more times than you wish you could say, was always cleaning their messes. However, it was... Such a nice thing, to have them around, talking as if you were as young as them. As if you weren’t magicless... I mean, he literally threw a punch for you. 

It didn’t take too long before you meet Jack, such a nice gentlewolf that was always here for you. He helped quite a lot in making sure that things were moved around your dorm, not only that, but he also always managed to get some food and ingredients for you. 

When you meet Ortho, though, he was asked by Epel to give you a phone. And, so, it was done. Not only did he add everyone, he helped you to understand how to exactly use the phone by yourself.  

And then, it came Sebek – a bit too early – he meet you because he KNOWS how age can affect someone and he was already guarding your dorm when you walked out. He respectfully would tell you which places are dangerous to walk into right now and would escort you to avoid trouble. 

The first-years are the first ones to be called by ‘Grandkids’ by you, after all, they are such sweethearts. Always helping, always making sure you are alright.  It was enough to warm anyone’s heart. 

As time passes by, you couldn’t help but think about your relationship with everyone. Not only Ace and Deuce but with the whole Heartslabyul dorm. 

Heartslabyul┆Savanaclaw┆Octavinelle┆Scarabia┆Pomefiore┆Ignihyde┆Diasomnia┆NRC STAFF┆Special Characters.

[newtonsheffield]

Ok but imagine they are out to dinner and actually bump into Amanda Winstead idk who I feel more bad for😂😭

Imagine Josie’s shock at hearing Amanda’s voice while she’s sat in the booth of a restaurant with her arm around Edwina’s shoulders .

“Josie Bagwell! I thought that was you!”

Josie froze, staring at her high school girlfriend as she whispered to the woman she was with.

“Do we know that tall goddess?” Edwina asked mildly, drumming her fingernails on the table.

“Amanda, Hi.” Josie cleared her throat. “That’s my high school girlfriend.”

Josie watched Edwina’s eyes widen as Amanda made her way towards them. “Oh so you’ve always had amazing taste in women? Perfect news.”

“God, it’s been so long Josie!” Amanda said as she reached the table.

“Yeah… graduation I think? What have you been up to?”

“I work in marketing now, actually. Not changing the world like you I suppose. You always wanted to work in politics.”

“Yeah, living the dream I guess.” Josie nodded awkwardly.

“God, do you know who i saw the other day with an adorable wife and son, one on the way?”

“Ah…? No idea?”

“Come on, it’s the last person you’d think.”

“David Adams?”

“Anthony Bridgerton! And they were so sweet. His son dropped his ice cream cone right on Anthony’s shoes. His wife is like… almost too pretty for him.”

Edwina snorted beside her, “I’ll let her know.”

Amanda blinked as her eyes slid to Edwina before they widened. “Are you…? Who I think you are?”

“If you’re thinking I’m Anthony’s sister in law you’re unfortunately right.” Edwina smiled and Josie sighed.

“Play nice.”

Amanda leaned closer, “But you’re Edwina Sharma, right?”

“Guilty.”

Amanda gasped, “I am such a huge fan.”

“Thank you.” Edwina sipped her drink, “I’m a huge fan of not leaving my date waiting.”

She gestured over to the woman now standing by herself.

Amanda startled, “Right, yes. Sorry. We should catch up sometime, Josie.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Josie nodded, waving awkwardly as Amanda walked away. “Sorry, that was awkward.”

Edwina chuckled, “I am… so curious about the other girls you’ve dated.”

“The list of girls I’ve actually dated isn’t that long.”

Edwina narrowed her eyes, “Do I want to know how many women you’ve batted those eyelashes to get into bed?”

“Ah no…? Do you want to tell me how many women you’ve slept with?”

“Excellent point.” Edwina paused, “And at least we found out people think Kate’s too hot for Anthony.”

“I feel like we knew that already though. I mean it’s insane. The man thinks Khaki trousers are casual wear.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Bad Girl: Terry Silver x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @thedeadsingforme @mia1653 @kimbergoldess @cortmac1989

Companion piece to:

Sick Day - Terry knows something is wrong when you don't pick up his call.

Love Story - Terry questions your taste in literature.

Health Care - Terry takes care of your healthcare siutation.

Recovery - Terry plays an active role in your recovery.

Money Matters - You and Terry discuss your money concerns.

You’ve been a bad girl. Terry finds this out after a meeting with his accountant about the tiny monetary increments that are being added to his bank account month after month. It’s only a hundred dollars here and there, but to you, someone who works two jobs to support themselves, it’s the difference between paying rent and eating.

 It infuriates Terry because he explicitly told you he doesn’t want you paying back the cost of your medical care. It was a gift, something he was happy to do because the love of his life was at death’s door and he couldn’t stand the thought of a world without her.

The part that really pisses him off is the duplicity of it, the fact you were able to fly under the radar for so long before he realised what was going on. That’s months of you struggling to make ends meet over some ridiculous perceived debt.

Which is why you’re face down over his lap, your wrists bound behind your back with that pretty silk scarf you were wearing when you breezed in as if you haven’t been picking up your groceries from a food bank so that you can eat.

Your skirt is shoved up over your hips, your underwear tugged up so it dips between your ass cheeks, each one crimson from the back of the silver hairbrush he’s been using to spank you with.

“You’re taking it back.” He says forcefully, his leather gloved palm lightly caresses that perfect peach. The scent of your arousal floods his senses and he wants to bury his face between your thighs, to taste that honey on his tongue but that’s only for good girls.

And you are certainly not being a good girl right now.

“No.” You bite out and Terry growls his response, pinching just enough to make you writhe against his lap.

“Georgia.” He snarls but you’re already tilting your head to look at him over your shoulder with that steely look in your eyes.

“Terry baby, you can spend all night working me up like this and it won’t change a damn thing. I’m not taking back that money.” He spanks you again and you bite your lip holding back the moan that threatens to erupt from your throat as the leather kisses your skin.

It’s unusual that you’re stubborn like this. The two of you don’t disagree on much but there are a couple of things you dig your heels in over and this is apparently the hill you’re making a stand on.

Terry knows when he’s beat so instead of dishing out another punishment he counters with a proposal.

“Dinner with me, four times a week.” He negotiates, already forming a plan to resolve the situation. “You take home left overs so I know you’re eating something other than ramen and cereal.”

His issue is that you’re not eating properly because you can’t afford to, he suspects poor diet is one of the reasons you were susceptible to pneumonia in the first place. You won’t let him pay for groceries but you abhor food waste so if he asks his chef to batch cook a few of your favourite meals you’ll have no choice but to make use of them so they don’t spoil.

“You’ll keep the money?” You ask and he squeezes that sweet peach tightly in his hand as he makes a noise of non-committal.

He will not be keeping that money, what he will be doing with it is investing it for you so that you can build your own nest egg. When the time’s right he’ll return it to you tenfold and then you can cuss him out for manipulating you, the same way that you’ve been manipulating him.  

“Do we have a deal?” He asks, his gloved fingertips chasing down between your legs, tracing teasing circles over your clit.

“Yes.” You cry out as he taps it lightly, the impact causing you to arch against him.

“Good girl.” Terry purrs, his fingers snagging the elastic of your panties before he drags them down your thighs. “Now let’s have little fun now, shall we?”

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among the stars • part two

PART I • PART II • PART III • PART IV • PART V • PART VI ❝ summer ended and everyone went back to school or to indianapolis for ‘real’ jobs – steve’s friends practically begged him to come to the city with them at the end of the summer, couch surf in their apartment until he finds work, but he decides to stay until one rainy night in october something happens – someone happens – and it changes the course of his life forever • 18+ | ( 1.6k, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, extraterrestrials, steve x reader )

L O S T 🎶 my tears are becoming a sea, M83

“Give us your coordinates!”

“I–I can’t read them! The nav got destroyed by the asteroid impact–”

“Can you warp back?”

“No, it–I can’t do anything, there are high levels of damage to the hull, what if I crash–”

“Focus! Is your landing gear functional?”

“Y-yes, no reported damage.”

“Then identify an area with enough clearance to put down and we’ll send out a search party.”

“But, what if you can’t find me? The satellite–”

“All you need to do is land, pilot!”

“Visibility extremely low, landing gear stuck on activation, left thruster not functional–I’m going to crash! Mayday–”

“Mayday!”

Your eyes shot open, heart hammering against your ribcage as you gasped for breath, hands balling up in the fabric pooled around you and bracing for impact, but when the world finally came into focus the interior of your ship was gone. Replaced instead by a strange looking room. Who’s, you didn’t know, but it was nothing close to home.

Odd looking trinkets sat upon a small table next to you and tons of flat, static photos of the same group of people covered the walls. There was a rudimentary desk and chair with a large, severely outdated monitor of some kind sitting atop it with a wooden chest of drawers just to its right. The bed you were in was highly uncomfortable and had no sign of climate adjustment or cleaning settings.

Looking down you saw you were still in your flight suit, the health monitors all steadily pulsing green and reporting stable vitals, though a small series of beeps alerted you that your heart rate was high. Bright light shone in from the window at your left and your eyes narrowed in sensitivity, where were your flight goggles?

“What’s wrong? What happened??”

The door flew open and your hand immediately went to the holster on your thigh, but it was empty, your phaser gone. Checking the other leg you realized your flash pods were missing too. Defenseless.

“Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”

Your eyes darted back up to the intruder, his expression concerned, and for a split second you considered him, fight or flight? And better judgement told you to fight. Sliding off the opposite side of the bed, you slipped a hand down into the pocket on your calf and produced a small dagger, holding it between you and the stranger.

“Whoa–okay, okay,” he put his hands up in a very submissive nature and you lowered the dagger slightly. “I’m Steve, remember? Last night, right?” he pointed a finger toward the window. “There was a huge storm and you crashed. I’m sorry I had to move you, I couldn’t leave you out there.”

A slow realization washed over you and you risked a glance out the window: your ship, charred and in pieces, in a crater in the dirt, still smoldering and smoking in the early light.

It wasn’t salvageable.

“Is there anyone I can call for you?” Steve asked and your throat squeezed.

Is there anyone I can call for you?

No.

This wasn’t home.

You didn’t know anyone.

A completely foreign planet.

Swallowing thickly you turned back to him and held the dagger up with renewed vigor.

“No, no one,” you snapped, “Where am I? Who are you?” You emphasized your questions with the small weapon in your hand and Steve took a step back toward the door.

“It’s okay! You’re in Hawkins, I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.”

“What is Hawkins? Who is your leader? Where’s the nearest Star Base?”

Steve’s mouth dropped open into a little ‘o’, his brows pinching together as he shook his head slowly. “There’s no Star Base here…is that like a–a Trekkie reference or something? We could ask Dustin I guess…”

“Dustin?”

“Nothing–uhm–our leader is President Bush, but are you from Canada? Can’t really hear an accent.”

President Bush? Canada? Your head was spinning. No Star Base, that he knew of, and his clothing was hardly protective. It was becoming more and more obvious that perhaps maybe he wasn’t the best person to be asking these things.

Determining he wasn’t a threat, you sheathed your dagger and moved around the bed toward the door, Steve jumping out your way to let you into the hallway.

“Wait–you’re leaving? We should really get your shoulder looked at, it was pretty bad last night.”

“My shoulder is fine.”

“There was a lot of blood, I cleaned you up the best I could, but I think you might need stitches.”

“I can do that myself,” you said, thinking of the med kit on your ship before realizing it must be ashes now.

“Yourself? Listen–I know you don’t think I’m helpful or–or whatever, but if you can just tell me where you’re from, maybe I can at least get you to a phone.”

Steve had jogged after you into what looked to be a food preparation area. There was a mountain of dishes in the sink and a large empty cardboard box with grease stains on the table. Turning to look at him, you stifled a gasp at how much closer he was. Not on the other side of the room or paces behind you in the hallway, but just a couple steps away.

In this light you could see all of his little details. Tiny freckles across his cheeks, not dissimilar to yours, and dark moles dotting down his jawline and neck. His eyes were striking, a rich, warm, honeyed color, nothing like anyone at home, and he was so much taller up close. Your eyes caught on a rather nasty looking cut across his cheek and your fingers twitched, wanting to touch. To help. To heal.

No, you can’t trust him.

“I promise I’m not going to hurt you…” he said, his voice low and soft, a sound that made your brain go hazy.

“I–” you started, hesitant, “I left Oso 36…on Stardate 41153.7. My nav broke, but the last reading said four light-years away from my home base.”

Steve’s expression went blank, merely blinking his eyes at you, the long sweep of his lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, “What’s an Oso 36? Light-years? Are you part of some…acting troupe? Or a promo for that movie with the little bears? Star Wars?”

“Acting?” you scoffed, shaking your head at your stupidity. He didn’t know anything. Pushing past him toward the door, you tapped at the comm link on your wrist – broken. “Take me to this Bush man, I need to ask him to find me passage home."

“What–I can’t just take you to see the president,” Steve said, right behind you again.

Wheeling around, anger swelled within you, frustration lighting you up and turning your hair a bright, burning red as it spun up to float around your head in long, reaching strands. “Then take me to someone who can!” you shouted, chest heaving with the exertion.

“Jesus!” Steve stumbled backward into the wall, tripping and falling back onto his elbows. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” he stuttered, fear flickering in his hazel eyes and the red in your hair faded back to muddled blues and greens, floating back down to settle at your shoulders.

“I–” you started, taking a step back from him, unsettled at the way he’d look at you like you were a monster, “I have to go.”

“Wait!”

You heard Steve call after you as you ran down the stairs and into the field behind the building, but as soon as you reached the tree line, panic began to spider through your veins. A cold, striking reality that you were so, so far away from home without any way to escape on an absolutely bleak planet you knew nothing about.

“Please–if you just–” Steve huffed as he jogged up behind you, “Christ–you’re fast.”

Frozen in place you watched as tiny plumes of smoke lifted from what was left of your ship, your chair in the cockpit a glowing pile of embers.

“If you just let me, I want to help,” Steve said again, out of breath. “At least let me try?” he asked.

Tears welled up against your lashes, spilling over and down your shimmering lilac cheeks. What if you could never leave?

“Please,” Steve asked softly, as his fingers gently brushed against yours, “I want to help.”

Looking over your shoulder at him, you didn’t hide your devastation, your hair deepening into a dark, bruising indigo.

“You can’t,” you said simply and he gave you the smallest of smiles in return, his thumb brushing over the bumps of your knuckles.

“I’m used to people underestimating me. The worst that can happen is I fail, but I’d say those odds are worth a try.”

Swiping at the tears on your cheeks you studied him for a long moment. This Steve Harrington. A stubbornly optimistic, self-depreciating, amber-eyed stranger who’d managed to start melting your skepticism with the unlikeliest of weapons: a smile.

“I still don’t trust you, Steve Harrington,” you muttered and it pulled a laugh from him.

“I don’t blame you,” he said, smile stretching into a lopsided grin. “But thanks for giving me a chance.”

Biting back the smile threatening to tug up at the corners of your lips you looked back off at the horizon. "Is that your sun?" you asked as it rose higher and higher into the sky.

"My sun? Uh–yeah. Yeah, that's the sun."

"We have three back home."

"Wha–three?" he half-scoffed, half-gaped.

"I'm not from this planet, Steve Harrington," you said softly, turning to look at him, his smile lost to utter confusion, "I'm lost. Help me find my way home."

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART TWO OF A ??? PART SERIES – MORE TO COME SOON ]

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[anxiouswildfire]

wait, are you still taking fanfiction prompts? if so, I'd love a fic where arthur notices how bulked out and super mature looking merlin had got by the end. like... when you see someone every day you don't always notice those sorts of changes until something happens and it all hits you at once. and I imagine arthur would have Feelings about it. I feel like you'd kill it <3

I am still taking fanfic prompts!

As to gay panic Arthur at Merlin’s awesomeness.. it sounds awesome. Here’s a little thing I wrote. I’ll let you know if I turn it into a longer fic or the like.

The thing about seeing someone every day is that you don’t notice the little changes. Well, even big changes are hard to notice when they come in the form of gradual change.

Arthur had been making fun of his scrawny little servant for years now. 10 years in fact. He’s seen that same servant grow in height as well as character. And vice versa.

Arthur himself had grown into his swordsmanship. He had the honour and true courage to go with his fast acting fighting.

And it wasn’t like he missed all the change that happened to his friend. He grew at least an inch and learned a lot about politics.

Arthur prided himself on his observation skills. Others would say he’s blind as a bat off the training grounds, though. He could sense a bandit coming from a mile away, but many made fun of him behind his back for the obvious lack of awareness of Merlin’s love for him.

So of course, he didn’t think that he missed anything about Merlin. He watched his manservant all the time. Not in like.. a creepy way. And no, gwaine, not in a lovesick way either.. definitely not.

But despite all that, arthur had to admit that there were a few times in his life where there were things he did not notice.

The first was on some random day in late spring. Arthur was training when he got the bright idea to put merlin in some armour and onto the training field.

“Alright, merlin, all you got to do it hold out the sword and try not to die.” Arthur instructed, trying not to laugh. “I’ll correct you on your form as you fight Lancelot.”

Lancelot looked up from where he was standing. “Me?”

“I trust you to go easy in him, the poor man.”

“Hey I’m not that useless!” Merlin insisted, standing there holding the wooden sword in front of him in surprisedly good form.

“Of course you’re not, Merlin.” Lancelot said easily.

The two fought. Lancelot went easy on him, yes, but merlin was not too bad. Lancelot was one of the best and yet even he was working up a sweat.

Soon Merlin threw off his helmet, “it’s way too hot for this.”

“Come on merlin.” Teased Arthur, “no bandit will wait for you to take off your helmet!”

“Okay, yeah whatever.” He got back into action

Despite Merlin’s decent attempt, Lancelot soon got the upper hand.

Merlin pulled off his chain mail and then his shirt.

Arthur’s protests died when he saw Merlin. It wasn’t the first time he saw the other man shirtless, but this time seemed a bit different. Sweat drew his eyes lower and he had to pull himself away. Merlin wasn’t the skinny guy of 18 anymore. He had filled out over the years, with chores and with good food, he was no longer scrawny. Arthur gaped at the other man. When did his best friend become.. hot? The scars of battle covered the man’s chest, running down. Some were obviously deep wounds that healed over time, others newer.

“Whatcha looking at, sire?”

“..Where did you learn to fight?” Arthur asked after a slightly too long pause.

“You taught me.”

“Oh.” After one last glance at his best friend’s torso, he threw his shirt back at him. “You have chores to do, Merlin.”

Merlin was handsome, when did that happen?

Then of course, there was the time when Arthur asked for advice and merlin gave some really sage answer and Arthur later that night panicked.

Since when was my merlin.. wise? Since always right?

But then he remembered how serious he looked and how mature he took the topic. He realized that merlin actually knew when it was tiem to joke amc when it was time to be serious. And, man, was his serious face hot. Wait what?

Merlin was smart and mature and wise, when did that happen?

Then there was the time when merlin was making fun of him.

“Arthur, you cabbagehead.” Merlin was saying, completely normal thing for him to say so why it struck Arthur was a mystery

He looks so.. cute. Wait. Arthur stopped his thoughts. No way did he just think merlin was cute for calling him a cabbagehead. That was so uniquely Merlin. And oh my goddesses.. he’s in love. he’s so in love with his own best friend and he didn’t even notice.

“Hello, earth to Arthur? Heh earth arthur earth arthur.” Merlin snorted. “Almost rhymes.”

“You are so stupid and I am so madly in love with you.”

Merlin blinked, turning red. “What?

[chezmad]

Opposites attract

Pairing: Pre-borderlands Suguru Niragi x Female reader

Summary: Ayumi and Niragi wordlessly agree to spend their study time together, developing a routine. During their time together, Niragi tries to pick Ayumi apart to discover what her intentions are.

Warnings: Again not much (we are getting there) mentions of bullying.

Part 2 Routine ✰

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The next day, Niragi showed up early at the library. Not that it would change anything, but he knew what awaited him. He assumed Ayumi wouldn’t be there yet. And if she were, she'd probably be sitting in her usual seat, which was slightly further away from his. However, upon arrival, Ayumi sat with her work sprawled out next to his usual seat.

A smile grew on Niragi’s face. He was excited to see her, which wasn’t a feeling he usually got when he knew he’d have to interact with someone else. He hadn’t quite figured her out yet, but for now, he viewed her as a genuine person.

When Ayumi finally noticed him, she gestured for him to come sit.

“Hey,” Ayumi smiled.

“Hello, how are you?”

Ayumi picked up on the fact that he was stuttering less than yesterday—an indication that he felt more comfortable.

“I’m tired. Hopefully, you can keep me awake for the next three hours.”

He wondered how conversation slipped so easily off her tongue. She even made someone like him feel like he had something to say.

“How are you?” she asked sweetly.

“I’m good, thank you.” He said quietly, giving her a quick glance. He placed all his books onto the table before sitting.

Ayumi grabbed one of the books that had slightly slid her way.

“You study law?” she asked, shocked that he studied such an intense subject.

“Oh, sorry—” he said, while reorganizing his books on the table.

“Yes—um, it was my parents' choice.”

Niragi cringed at the unnecessary information he’d spilled out of awkwardness.

“Well, you must be smart; otherwise, they wouldn’t have put that weight on you.”Ayumi tried her best to stay positive.

“You know,” Ayumi started, “I major in linguistics, and my parents are very disappointed in me.” She moved one of her linguistic books in Niragi’s direction.

“Oh, why’s that?” Niragi asked, guessing it was because it wasn’t a parent favourite.

“They don’t think I’ll be able to find a job once I’m finished. But throughout my time in school, the subjects I was best at indicated that—” Ayumi pouted her lips as she thought. “I’d be best at linguistics.”

Niragi had concluded so far that Ayumi was a strong woman. She could speak for herself and clearly went against her parents' wishes—something he could never do.

“Well,” Niragi tried to think of what to say, “I think it’s an interesting subject. I’ve never met someone who studies linguistics.”

Ayumi smiled to herself, feeling acknowledged and appreciated.

“Thank you,” she put her hand on her heart.

“Anyways, stop distracting me, Suguru.” She turned back to her work, tucking her hair behind her ear.

As the pair smile to themselves as comfortable silence fell between them. This gave Ayumi time to think.

She noticed Niragi only spoke when spoken to. He didn’t ask questions or begin conversations—not because he was rude or didn’t care, but because of a lack of confidence.

Niragi was a victim of bullying, and he always had been. He’d dealt with it throughout his entire life—from peers to adults, to anyone who noticed that his weaknesses outweighed his strengths.

He didn’t want to be weak; he just never had anyone in his life to guide him. No one to tell him that he didn’t need to put up with the bullying. That’s why he listened to his parents and studied law. He admired Ayumi for her confidence to rebel against her parents’ wishes.

Only on the second day the pair had already began a routine.

Niragi packed his books away at 4:30 p.m. Ayumi stood waiting, leaving her books scattered on the table.

They silently walked to the café, ordered their coffees, and again, Niragi insisted on paying.

They took a silent walk back and began studying again.

6 p.m. rolled around, and the two packed their bags.

“Are you going to be here tomorrow?”

Ayumi asked, already knowing the answer.

Niragi looked down at her, her bright, puppy-dog eyes looking back up at him. His face flushed at the long eye contact he accidentally held.

“Uh—Yes, 3 p.m.”

Ayumi enjoyed the effect she had on him; she could tell her simple actions made him nervous.

She gave that little flirty wave before turning around without a word and leaving.

Niragi watched her delicate steps as she left the library. The atmosphere felt empty, the temperature feeling colder now that she was gone. The only indication she was ever there was the heavy, perfumed air.

He walked back to his dorm feeling the bite of the cold, he thought of all the responsibilities he had to complete when he arrived at his dorm. The laundry, making food, the dishes, organizing his revision notes. However, he could not construct a plan because his mind was occupied. He found his thoughts wandering back to Ayumi.

He couldn’t reason it; he could think of one possible explanation as to why she would want to bother with him.

She was confident, and from what he had witnessed of her on campus outside of the library, she was popular.

Maybe she thought he was a normal boy outside of the study sessions—that he had friends and a social life. Niragi died a little inside when he imagined what she’d think if she witnessed him getting bullied.

He hoped that would never be the case, because anyway, that’s partly the reason he stayed so late in the library.

He was hated by the boys at his university. In fact, they had a target of his body shape marked in an alleyway. And whenever they caught him while he was walking back to his dorm, they would line him up against the wall and hurt him in all types of ways.

Punching, hitting, pushing, spitting. Their favorite was to take turns trying to hit him in the face using a baseball bat and ball.

At the time, Niragi couldn’t explain to Ayumi why he packed his books away to only get a coffee, but it was for this very reason. He was tormented. Anything he could do to minimize his chances of being targeted, he would do.

He didn’t expect Ayumi to understand, nor did he want her to know. He liked how he had presented himself to her so far, but it would only be a matter of time before she found out.

All it would take was one of the boys finding out about his after-school study sessions or her walking past him on campus while he was actively bullied, unable to protect himself.

The endless worries kept him awake, his hands constantly brushing through his hair in stress.

It was new, he thought to himself. It had been two days, and he was already stressing about how yet another friendship was going to be ruined.

This stress was going to kill him.

In contrast, Ayumi lay in her pink bedroom, music playing at a low volume. She rolled onto her stomach, almost love-sick with the thought of the cute boy she’d somehow squished into her routine.

Tags: @so-dramatic1

Authors note: Second chapter complete! Niragi will come around guys trust me. Smut will be added in further chapters however i’m taking it slow to really show the contrast between pre-borderlands Niragi and Canon Niragi.

[stilljuststardust]

Thank you for your last post! I will definitely take the advice you gave me! Something else just happened recently and it is giving me mild paranoia so I want to handle this situation as soon as possible.

I have ADHD as well - so sometimes sticking with one thing can be very difficult. I’ll try revising as well - it sounds cool and I never thought about that before!

My list has everything I ever want in my reality - and honestly every time I have tried manifesting any list I created it always failed for one reason or another.

I’m going to affirm I have my list wherever I think about it - and if I have to do something I will continue to assume I have it as well. Again - sometimes my ADHD really messes everything up - but with your advice I should be okay. <3

Do you have anymore advice to share? Because one other thing is simply that when I notice something I dislike while doing what I am supposed to do - I end going back to the old story.

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How to saturate with ADHD

I was supposed to do a post on this and then I avoided the fuck out of it because I also have ADHD and genuinely need to be medicated for it. I'm very bad at doing.

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1. What to avoid

ADHD will literally give you side plots if it means it can get you to avoid the task. The side quest is a trap.

Your brain is going to tell you to grab one more post, one more subliminal, redo your list, it's a lie. You know the law, you know what you're doing, you know what you're manifesting.

It's not ruined, don't restart

You're going to procrastinate. You're going to push it off. Your brain is going to tell you that you already messed up today so you might as well just do it tomorrow. No. Your assumptions can change in an instant you start now.

Don't try to "sit down and affirm" in the literal sense.

You are going to get restless quickly. Rock back and forth, bring a stim toy, pair it with a physical thing like stretching or doing a plank.

"I'll do it in an hour" is also a lie. No you won't.

Do it now or you won't do it at all. You'll be just as if not more resistant in an hour.

Phone bad. Affirm good.

"Oh I'll just use it as background noise" and then you're watching a deep dive into five nights at Freddy's lore.

You don't need a new method. You have a method.

Yes you are doing your method right. No you shouldn't switch to a new one

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2. What to do

Noise cancelling headphones.

I get distracted by noise.

Engaging saturation.

If you're struggling with robotic affirmations try affirming in a way that makes you feel engaged. Pretend you're bragging, telling a friend, or telling your success story.

Stick with it.

Your brain is about to come up with thirty reasons not to. Be prepared for that instead of hoping a wave of motivation will come. "What if it won't work" you already have it, it has worked.

Remember that you're not trying to have it you already have it.

Think as if you have it. That's the end goal. Yes it's ok to "affirm to get" but it's not ok to affirm that you don't have it even if it's from the perspective of "trying to"

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[karatekels]

~*My Cobra Kai Rant*~

I finally watched the final episodes of Cobra Kai! And I feel… a lot.

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT DON'T @ ME

I know that Terry was going to die (and that it was going to be an explosion) before the episodes came out, as I don’t care about spoilers as long as they aren’t leaks of pictures/videos. As you know, I had a crazy busy week, so I DM’d @holydongbird / @cobra-wives Thursday morning (I knew she was planning on watching already) and just straight up asked:

“Is it worth watching the episodes now, or am I going to be disappointed and should just wait until work dies down?”

She was (understandably) devastated by the episodes, so I decided to wait while continuing to read spoilers and getting increasingly grumpy about things. (It’s fine, I love being grumpy about something that isn’t the harsh realities of the real world.)

I waited until last night (and watched the last episode this morning).

And I think it was mostly a good call to wait.

The tl;dr of this review/rant is:

I think that they did a decent job (for them) of wrapping up most of the other character’s plotlines. Obviously there were pacing issues and a lot of speedrunning getting people their happy endings, which felt cheap, and we spent too much time with meaningless characters and/or plotlines, but for these writers, I was somewhat pleasantly surprised. EXCEPT FOR JOHN AND ESPECIALLY TERRY’S ARCS AND ENDINGS. A MESS. A COLOSSAL DISAPPOINTMENT. A JOKE.

*deep breath* Okay, let’s get into it.

This is likely going to be very all over the place, but I’ll do my best.

Contrary to what my detractors (if there are any lol) may believe, I’m not mad about Terry dying. I think it could’ve been done effectively and had a payoff not only for his character but for the plot and message of the show as a whole. But GUESS WHAT? IT WASN’T!

1. The Terry illness plotline.

On the one hand, I’m always here for peak TIG being hot – how can you not be? – But let’s be practical for a second (yes, in the hyperbolic karate soap opera).

I don’t care how exceptional Terry Silver is, how much money he has, none of that: you can’t tell me that this is a dying man. If he’s as sick as we learn he is, I’m not buying his physique, his ability to help Axel train, none of it. It doesn’t make sense. And it shows that, once again, the writers don’t think about the implications of what they’re writing. Terry being sick could’ve meant something, if that’s the direction that they want to go in. But they needed to commit to that and consider how it changes everything.

Sure, illness could’ve explained Terry’s “this is all I have left” attitude in the last few episodes, but then they needed to address how that shift in attitude developed from his initial return to the franchise, since his illness has been hinted at since his appearance in Season 4, and in the intervening years (or however long the Season 4-6 timeline is; it’s a weird jumbled mess).

I don’t think it was a necessary component to the plot that we ended up getting. Terry doesn’t need to be dying to have nothing left; everything’s been taken from him regardless.

I still think his arrest at the end of Season 5 was stupid and unrealistic, but if we’re sticking with it (and we have to, if we’re staying in the canon of it all), then we don’t really need the illness plotline at all. He’s lost his money, his students, his dojo, his reputation. Daniel won’t forgive him, John certainly won’t forgive him… he’s already in that state without needing to be sick on top of it all. Putting a hat on a hat just leaves more room for viewers to go “okay, but why?”.

So, while we did get a couple glimmers of vulnerability from Terry (and, of course, some fantastic acting from TIG) because of this plotline, it was unnecessary, unsatisfying, and unrealistic.

The moral of this part of the story is: EDIT.

The writers have always said that they went into the show wanting it to be six seasons, that they had fleshed out a lot of the plot, but if that’s true then why do we get these half-baked, dead-end plots incorporated into the story for no reason? If you knew where you were going, why was this the best you could do? HOW?

I shared a screenshot of my rant on Twitter about this last week – the Big 3 write like many of my undergrad students. There are some good ideas sprinkled throughout, but the execution is messy, illogical and unsatisfying. They don’t think about the big picture and how all the cogs in the machine fit together, or how it comes off when a piece that doesn’t fit in is jammed into the mechanism anyway. It’s not just true about Terry’s character, it’s caused a bunch of other messy, unnecessary plotlines and pacing issues that have really impacted the show.

But this particular rant is about Terry, and John too I guess, so we’re moving on.

2. WHERE THE HELL WERE NICK AND BARRETT?!

One of my favourite elements of the entire show was the development of Terry and John’s history through the flashbacks with Nick and Barrett – y’know, back when the writers actually seemed to give a damn about developing our beloved villains.

I thought they did a really good job with the flashback scenes and showing the parallels or implications in the show’s present day (for the most part), and both actors did a phenomenal job. The transition from Twig to Scary Terry in Season 6 Part 1? I STILL GET CHILLS THINKING ABOUT IT.

It was a complete missed opportunity to not incorporate them more (read: at all) into the second and third parts of the final season to help fill in the gaps and give both characters a more satisfying conclusion. They could’ve had such a phenomenal final fight (yes, even if it was aboard that stupid yacht) cutting between Thomas and Martin and Nick and Barrett (kind of like how they did with John in prison in Season 5). Show the legacy of these characters and their relationship over DECADES. They are responsible for all of this, for everything in the lore of the show. There is no Daniel and Johnny without John and Terry’s Cobra Kai. Terry didn’t get the legacy that he wanted, but there is a legacy – their legacy – that we could’ve (and should’ve) gotten to witness. They are Cobra Kai, at least the way it was.

Honestly, this might be the most disappointing part of the final episodes for me.

But no, we needed to spend a ridiculous amount of time checking in on Kyler in college. FUCKING KYLER!

3. The lack of resolution/closure for our beloved Cobra Husbands.

This isn’t even about them needing to admit their love for one another (though they 100% should’ve admitted their love for one another), but about how unresolved things remained between them.

The yacht blowing up just felt like the writers realized they were incapable of writing a meaningful ending for either John or Terry and were just like “let’s get them outta here and no one will ask questions”. WELL, I HAVE QUESTIONS.

What was the goal here? For either of them?

Terry asks Dennis to go threaten Carmen and the baby? Kidnap them? Does he want his win to feel like a win or not? If it’s going to be hollow either way, then what exactly is the point of any of this? What does Terry want, really? Is he just grasping at straws? Fine, but give us a scene – even this last one – where he actually acknowledges that so that there’s some closure for him, and for us.

John heads to the yacht after his Apology Tour ™ to confront Terry, but they don’t really get to that, do they? Instead it’s just to protect Johnny from whatever Terry has planned. It’s a couple of verbal jabs just to immediately jump to a tussle. John reconciled with KDE, with Tory, with Johnny, however unrealistic that is – what’s stopping him from doing the same for Terry?

And as soon as John mentioned Johnny, that he’s not going to let Terry get away with whatever he’s got planned for him and his new family, you can see that pain on Terry’s face, and in his eyes as, once again, John is willing to forgive Johnny but not him. Never him. Why?

We needed something here to make this  – a flashback with Nick/Barrett or with Thomas and Marty, something – feel earned, feel like a conclusion. But no, instead they go boom and that relationship, all that history, all those feelings and words that needed to be said… they never will be.

And then nobody even notices? REALLY?

Wolf being the only one to even question Terry’s disappearance in the finale is wild to me. Granted, I know that some of us are way more likely than others to immediately notice TIG’s presence or absence in a scene – our Spidey-sense, if you will – but come ON. The big bad with nothing left to lose is about to have his last chance, and he’s nowhere to be found?

Kreese has been an ominous presence in the show before he appeared at the end of season 1, and Terry is one of the most powerful, effective and terrifying villains I’ve seen in decades. Both have been the driving forces behind so much of the show, and for the writers to suggest, as Hayden so idiotically put it earlier today, that the main characters aren’t worried about either man’s sudden disappearance is, for lack of a better word, BANANAS.

Daniel, of all people, would have alarm bells going off in his head if Silver wasn’t around for the grand finale. Terry is always three steps ahead and unpredictable, and if you can’t even keep an eye on him…

In Summary:

I’m happy for people who enjoyed the finale, and there were moments I liked too (more than I thought I would, tbh), but I genuinely don’t understand how anyone can find this ending for the show’s villains satisfying in anyway whatsoever, regardless of whether you loved or hated them.

I think that’s what I find so disappointing about all of this – like a lot of other elements of the show, this is a case where they had sprinkled in some decent ideas that could’ve been something, but took it in such an ultimately unsatisfying direction while leaving those breadcrumbs of better ideas behind that it’s just left me and other Terry fans feeling frustrated. Two thirds of the Big 3 claim Terry is one of their favourite – if not their #1 – characters from the original trilogy, but it certainly doesn’t feel like it when his character is probably the least respected in these final episodes. I think blowing up Kreese was also stupid and cheapened his arc, but at least he HAD some development in these episodes (even if it felt rushed).

What a disappointing end to the FOUNDERS of Cobra Kai. The epitome of unsatisfying, missed opportunities, wasted potential.

I pray to all the gods I don’t believe in that we don’t get a spinoff from these hacks.

END RANT (for now, anyway).

P.S. Something More Positive:

This should be evident, but I’m going to say it anyway, but none of this is on the actors. I thought they all did a phenomenal job, especially considering what they were given. With respect to our boys in particular, I’ve always thought Thomas was an incredibly compelling actor to watch, but Martin, especially in these final episodes, really blew me away with his commitment to the role. As much as I hated the direction the writers chose to take things, I think their performances lessened the blow a bit.

At least they gave us this moment that we can take out of context in perpetuity for our own inappropriate daydreams:

GOODBYE, BABY COBRA HUSBANDS. YOU DESERVED BETTER.

(If you want my takes on anything else from the finale - or the show in general - feel free to send an ask!)

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Yeah, sorry I haven’t been in touch, I had to turn the ringer on my phone off because the notification sounds were overstimulating. Then the sound of it vibrating was also overstimulating so I had to filter out notifications for basically everything so I wouldn’t want to throw it into a volcano. And then I started another crochet project and I got stuck on “just one more round to make sure I’ve got this pattern right” until the thing was done and then started another one because the repetition was soothing. And then by the time I realized it had been like a month since I talked to you I was overcome with so much shame for being a shitty friend that the idea of launching into another explanation of my cycles of hermitude and timeblindness made me want to die so I just kept not talking to you, thinking that honestly it would be for the best because who wants to talk to me anyway? If it helps I put “text (you)” on my daily to-do list in the hope that one of these days I would actually work up the courage to get over myself and just fucking do it, and here we are. Anyway hi how are ya

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saw a starfish on the beach today & was absolutely ENAMOURED - literally 3 of us were just squatting over this tide pool watching him move