#And then of course where he ends up - haven't gotten there yet (probably not even close haha) but to see where the trajectory ends...
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bleeding blue | apocalypse au
part nineteen
—other parts
pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader
words: 3k
tags: death. blood. cannibalism mention. zombies of course. AFAB reader. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn’t here yet. slow burn!!! enemies to lovers.
summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival.
The cool paste feels tingly on your skin as you rub it against your bruised stomach, wincing. Christ. Maybe Ghost was right to think he might break you. Beneath the mottled patchwork, another kind of pain stirs— your muscles are growing. Firm and tight. The only soft parts of you left are your breasts and your ass. Gently applying the paste to a nasty purple one on your left cheek, you curiously pinch the sore flesh between your fingers. Scratch that. Even your ass is firming up.
Arnica has healing properties. Yesterday, you found a patch of it with Blue and created a salve with some water. You already applied some last night before bed. Whether or not it’s helping probably doesn't mean much when new ones are about to be added; still, the placebo effect brings some comfort.
You're still massaging your backside when the bathroom door groans beneath a heavy fist.
"Hurry up. Grab your bow."
“Shit.” You startle, almost dropping the salve. "Uh, coming.”
Chucking on a clean shirt and your old pair of jeans, you pad out of the bathroom, ignoring the cry of your joints. Ghost is outside waiting for you. Wait— bow? Confusion delivers an uptick to your pulse; you never bring your bow to train.
“What’s going on?”
"The air," he replies in a flat tone.
The stale smell offers enough explanation. You cringe. "Should we split up?"
He shakes his head and nods towards the direction the gentle breeze is rolling in. "No need. It's coming from this way."
In the violet wash of morning, you trail beside him over tall grasses and scattered groundhog burrows as the air leads the way, luring you opposite the clearing where you train. There haven't been any Greys since the one you burned together. For the past few weeks, you'd almost forgotten about their existence— a pleasant naivety for once.
Neither of you bothers with much small talk. He asks if you're sore, probably noticing how stiff you are, and you answer honestly. That's it.
You keep your attention strictly on the wood bow molded into your palm and the slight rustling of leaves all around you, scanning for signs of anything astray. You don't look at Ghost, even when you feel his eyes flicker to the side of your head. Staring at him for even a second longer than necessary rouses something in your gut that was once easy to label as fear; now you don't know what to call it.
He is wearing thicker clothes today, the intimidating vest stocked with ammo glued to his chest. You'd gotten used to his more casual wardrobe of gym shorts and hoodies. They make him look... softer, almost. A little less like a death omen. Though, you sincerely doubt there are any soft parts of Ghost left under all that gear, given the rigid planes you felt beneath your hands when you—
"There."
You snap your gaze in the direction Ghost is pointing at.
At first, you don't see anything.
Then, squinting, you make out a red color far too metallic to naturally sprout among the conifers.
An arrow is urgently slotted on the bowstring as the two of you head towards it, your brows tightly knitted. You've been this way a few times and never saw a— is that a red car?— before. Closing in, your suspicions are confirmed when a stroke of sunlight bounces off the metal bumper. The patchy sedan is tucked within a bush, tail-end sticking out, with half-flat tires resting on corroded rims. Shadows of movement dance behind the tinted windows, too disjointed to be natural.
"What the fuck?" you mutter under your breath, boots scuffing over a long-faded gravel pathway that is now shrouded in weeds. The car must've been following it before winding up in the bush— the occupants no longer human enough to drive.
"They... they must have just turned while they were driving," you think aloud. "When did this even get here?"
"Maybe during the night," Ghost mutters.
He paces forward and swings open the passenger door. A string of moans is released as a Grey lurches within the confinements of the seatbelt, but he quickly silences it with a bullet to the forehead, causing it to flop sideways out of the car. Maybe just a day ago, it was a young man. His hair is fully intact and he's wearing a blue shirt with the Chelsea Football Club logo on the back.
"I wonder why they were driving this way to begin with," you say quietly, stomach rolling.
In the driver's seat is the slumped-over corpse of an older man, having died from so many bite wounds before the infection could take hold. The early stages of decomposition smell almost worse than the infection and you have to breathe through your mouth as you head for the back door.
"There's another here I think."
You're ready to shoot and put whoever it once was out of their misery when you pry open the door, but the sight of a small body wriggling around makes you freeze. Curled up against the faded leather is an infected boy, no older than eight or nine. His eyes are all white except for the outer rim where a few vessels are still filled with red blood. Your fingertips dig fiercely into the frame of the door as you stare down at him; his soft brown hair, his small hands, his Minecraft shirt. He whimpers and tries to claw at you, mouth hung open in mindless hunger.
The feeling that washes over you is hot and cold at the same time. It's not the first or last time you've seen an infected child, so you don't know why the sight traps you for a few heartbeats.
A voice emerges beside you. "It's not a kid anymore."
You almost forgot Ghost was there. Your teeth clench. "Yeah, I know."
You feel his eyes burning into you. Your fingers tighten and untighten around the arrow's stem as you aim.
"Hone it, Twix— the anger."
The tension in your jaw releases at the same time as your arrow snaps forward, cutting through the boy's skull and driving his limp body down to the car floor.
“You good?”
You forcefully swallow and look away, giving Ghost a short nod. "Guess that's all of them."
He slowly nods in agreement, studying you, but all he says is, "For now."
“Don’t you think it’s strange?”
“Seen stranger things over the years,” he says. “It seems like they were headed somewhere, maybe needed a new place to settle, and one of them got bit. Infected the others.”
You nod, thinking it over. “What about the car?"
"No fuel left, so it's pretty useless." Rifle still in his grip, he moves around to the hood and props it open. "Might have some parts I can use, though."
While he scavenges for gears that aren't rusted beyond functionality, you take a look at their belongings. There is an empty bottle of whiskey in the cupholder. In the boy's lap is a stuffed tiger that you assume was once white, but now it's a worn of grey. You carefully shift his corpse and take it.
"I have a friend who might be able to care of this for you."
In the trunk, at least, you find some tripwire.
Dragging the two adult bodies back to the trench for burning is your 'strength' training for the day. Since they haven't decomposed much yet, they're heavy; you go back and forth, taking one at a time. Ghost carries the small one over his shoulder. After the flames snuff out the smell of rot, he relieves you, claiming he has other shit to take care of—more traps to set with the newfound tripwire.
"Hey. Would you like this?" you ask Blue when she's up, handing her the tiger.
"I'm kinda too old for dolls, Twix." She must see the expression on your face because she shakes her head and disappears into her room for a minute before coming out with a teddy bear. "My mom gave me this one when I was a baby and it just sits on my bed by itself, but now it can have a friend."
You smile and nod. "Yeah, okay."
The day is spent playing board games with her. When she notices how sore you are, she offers an exclusive massage from Grim, who hops over your back and legs as you relax face-down on the couch. However, even with the honorary treatment, the aching lingers.
"Auntie, I'm over here!"
In a violet-tinted field, you search for the voice.
It's barren and hazy, with no hard edges or places for a little boy to hide; so why is it so hard to find him? You call his name. You wander around, aimless, until you catch a familiar whiff of baked cinnamon and fresh laundry. This way. He's this way. You start running fervently. When a small hand tugs at yours, you whip around and try to grab him, but the soft touch dissolves through your fingers like ash.
When you wake up, there's a hand on your back and blood on your tongue, evidence that you'd bitten through it during your sleep. The taste is quickly replaced with bile as you launch up, grabbing the sleeve of someone's shirt.
"Oh no, you don't."
The hand moves to your hair, wrapping it around in a fistful before forcing your head to tilt down. A bucket is tucked beneath your chin. You vomit into it, the cool metal rim hissing against your fingertips. Again and again. When it's all out, your throat feels like sandpaper.
"Done?"
The dark room surrounds you; the perfect place to hide what you know must be a ghastly look on your face. Awareness creeps in, and you're not thrilled by the fact that you've thrown up in front of him twice now. Without looking up at the white skull you know is there, you nod.
Wordlessly, he takes out a cigarette and lighter. You hear a deep inhale. See the dull glow of the flame. Then, he passes it to you and leaves.
"You look like shit today."
You can't even be offended, fully aware of the purple painted beneath your eyes. One look at you quirks his brow up in that annoying mannerism of his.
You offer a tight-lipped simper, mumbling. "At least I can always count on you for brutal honesty."
"Good trait to look for in an ally." He throws the gauze at you and you begin wrapping up. "I don't suppose it has anything to do with the fact you nearly ruined another shirt of mine last night."
You tie off the gauze and glance up. "Look, I'm s—" you stop yourself, "I mean, I'm not sorry, because you wanted my box open so now it's open. You already knew the potential consequences."
"Try opening it without emptying your stomach next time."
You flash him a look. "I think I miss when you pretended I didn't exist."
"And I miss getting a full night of sleep."
"Can we just get started? I'm ready."
Ghost keeps his eyes on you as he motions a fisted hand. "As you wish."
When the familiar dance begins, and adrenaline ripples up your spine, you realize that you missed this yesterday. The rest felt good, but this— the thrill of seeing Ghost start to get as worked up as you, the sweat stains on his shirt matching your own... it is something you itch for these days.
You get a few hits in that have your ego swelling. But then— the rough night catches up with you after half an hour of wordless sparring. Your breathing grows labored, while his is barely winded.
"Tired yet?" he asks.
"No," you say, but he calls you out immediately.
"You're a terrible liar," he reminds you. A few more swings have your lungs burning as you dodge until one finally catches up with you, and whatever healing your homemade salve has done is erased by a fresh layer of pain.
As you clutch your side, he changes the subject. "Are you going to tell me what it was about then?"
"What what was about?"
"Whatever was making you whimper in your sleep."
Your face twists. "I wasn't 'whimpering'."
"Fine, then. Crying," he corrects plainly.
You sigh through your nose, averting your gaze only for a moment, then focusing back on him before he can strike you again. His words hang in the air, ignored, as you jab an elbow toward his ribs. He grabs you by the knob of it and pulls you unnecessarily close to his chest. When you try to wriggle free by placing a hand on his chest, he fists your hair, which has slipped out of a bun into a haphazard ponytail, and tugs hard enough to force your eyes up to his.
His gaze is demanding but his voice is light— a mere breath over your forehead. "Tell me why someone who has seen plenty of infected kids by now seemed so bothered by the one she saw yesterday. He reminded you of someone, didn't he?"
The mention of it makes you snap. "Stop."
"Stop what?"
"Trying to act like you know anything about me."
"I know enough. You are easy to read."
So that feeling you get when he looks at you isn't just in your head; he truly can see through. Your nails dig into your palm. "There's no need to read me. We're not friends. We're just... allies, or whatever."
"Or whatever," he repeats thoughtfully, tasting the words. "You talk like a teenager."
"Compared to you I might as well be," you retort.
"Jesus." He chuffs out an exhale, eyes flickering down for a moment before returning up to yours, narrowing. "Let's not change the subject here."
"Fine. Take this stupid Halloween mask off," you lift the hand on his chest up to the hem of his balaclava, feeling how weighted the fabric is with sweat. "And I will tell you all about it."
His jaw flexes before he gently guides your hand away. "Tempting offer, but I'll pass."
You refuse to acknowledge the tinge of embarrassment at his dismissal and inch back as far as the hand on your hair will allow. The close proximity, or harsh sun, is making it hard to breathe. "Well, it's not fair for you to ask me shit about my life when you don't even let me see your face."
"I never claimed to be fair."
"I promise I won't vomit no matter how ugly you are. I've seen worse things out here."
His hand tightens. "I think I miss when you were scared of me. Less mouthy back then."
"Well, I'm not anymore."
"No?" He flips you around so your back is against him, one hand settling on the toned curve of your hip. His voice lowers to your ear. "Maybe I need to fix that."
An unwelcomed shiver courses through you. He lets go. A wristbone nudges against your spine, shoving you forward. Irritation simmers in your veins when his remark finally registers, and you whirl around, readying your stance.
"If you even think about threatening me after I explicitly asked you not to, then I would suggest sleeping with a knife tonight."
"Who's threatening who, Twix?" He gives a low chuckle. "Relax. I'm sure I could handle you in my sleep, anyway."
He's egging you on; you know it. And yet, you stubbornly take the bait. His knee— the right one. That's where you got him last time that made him falter. Maybe an old injury. But when you swing a boot at it, he expects your attempt, knocking you away by the ankle.
"Ah. Eager to get me beneath you again?"
Pink sears your cheeks as you wipe a trickle of sweat from your forehead. "I'm eager to humble you for once."
"Might need to keep your dinner down to do that."
You grit your teeth. So maybe he did allow it last time. The realization darts your eyes to his wide stance, searching for an idea. Without second-guessing yourself, you kick at the other knee. He must find your second attempt amusing because he easily predicts it, but before he can catch your leg, you snap it back and drop yourself to the ground.
The brief distraction allows the second of time needed to fit yourself between his legs. You're slim enough to push through, kicking at the inside of both knees once you're on the other side. His legs buckle, and you reach up to pull his arm, finishing the job.
Once he's down, you scramble to get on top, not caring if your boot kicks his face in the process. You grab both of his wrists and bring them above his head, but it's impossible to wrap your fingers all the way around them. Instead, you lace them through his fingers, breathing hard in his face as your breasts meld against the solid heat of him.
"Did you allow that?"
His voice is rougher than you've ever heard it. "No."
Your lips furl. "Good."
A dark gleam passes through his dilated pupils that makes your head fuzzy. You let go of his hands. Immediately, they gravitate to your hips again, thumbs fiercely pressing into the sliver of skin exposed from where your shirt rides up. You don't move even an inch, frozen in place as you stare down at where he grips you against him. That feeling in your gut deepens and spreads. It is hard to pinpoint—so insane and foreign yet familiar at the same time—but one thing is certain: it begins and ends where his rough skin touches yours.
Before you can figure anything else out, a scream shatters the air, and Ghost rips you off of him in one swift movement.
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gonna keep the shy reader hcs party going and kindly request how arthur, john, and charles (and any other characters you might have added) would tease her once they’ve been together for a little while. who likes flustering her the most and who would get away with it the longest before she realizes he’s doing it on purpose 👀 as for the smutty part, what’s their favorite ways to rile her up before taking pity and giving her what she wants (i imagine some would be nicer than others lol)
Shy!Reader HC Ft. Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Charles Smith (Smut)
Y'all love your shy reader hcs
Warnings: smut
Arthur Morgan
I feel like Arthur wouldn't be too big of a tease but when he is, they're very non consequential things
You fell off your horse? You were hunting together and missed the shot by a lot? You hurt yourself trying to do something daring on a job? He'd be like omg come over here lemme fix it for you baby
His goal is never to make you feel less than or somehow incompetent with his teasing
But oh you got syrup all over your face and hands? You buttoned your shirt incorrectly? You snort when you laugh? He's gonna keep going until you're blushing and giggling at him to stop
Even if there's nothing wrong with your outfit he'll go over to you and find SOMETHING to fix
Will spend an unnecessary amount of time fixing your collar or scarf
It'd probably be pretty easy to tell what he's trying to do, not very slick
Would compliment you to try and make you blush but he just ends up making himself blush
If you're insecure over something he'll make sure to compliment that aspect of you over and over again
Flirts with the idea of marriage and kids one day and that'll have you SWOONING
Sometimes he'll rub your belly when you talk about it and it'll make you CRUMBLE
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Oh he's gonna be such a big tease, and he'll do it perfectly
Does it in a way that can be passed off as accidentally and goes unnoticed by anyone else but you
Rubs his crotch on you while making his way past behind you
Subtly brushes your thigh or ass with his hand
Kisses up your neck until you're all hot and bothered and pulls away before saying he's gotta do something
If y'all are sitting around a table in a group setting he'll have you on his lap so you can feel him harden. Keeps playing poker like nothing
If you're sitting next to him he'll place his hand on your inner thigh but never moving it close enough to where you want it
His favorite way to rile you up is to touch you all over during make outs then never going past that
Takes pity on you when he sees you get genuinely frustrated, thinks it's hilarious though
Charles Smith
He's so subtle with it that you wouldn't even catch it until a few seconds later
You gotta think about it before you truly get it
You could complain about how hot it is and he'll recommend you take off your clothes
Oh you say your backs hurting? Charles recommended course of action is visiting him at his tent tonight so he can fix it wink wink
You'll actually show up and he'll actually be surprised you haven't gotten it yet
Will give you a massage nonetheless
Would take you a while to pick up on it and that's the beauty of it to Charles
Would do things without the intention of making you blush but if he notices something does he'll keep at it
You like it when he plays with your hair? Then he'll braid it and put flowers in it and rave about how beautiful it is
Hands you flowers and tells you it reminded him of you
Makes you little trinkets and objects and says the most flowery things about how he tried to make it a fraction of how beautiful you are
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Like his aforementioned forms of teasing, he'll do just that
In fact, in times where you do catch on, he'll pretend like he never meant it that way and you're the one who's trying to get something going
Will give you THAT LOOK when you're together in public and you BOTH know you won't be able to do anything for hours
During make outs he'll rub your inner thighs or ass or sides but never touching you where you need it.
His hands are very light, his touches never heavy handed
He'd give in real easy to you. Just pout or give him puppy eyes and he'll give in
Even being bold enough to tell him what you want will have him in a trance
He's a giver so he can never deny you for too long for his own satisfaction
John Marston
Oh my God his teasing definitely goes too far
I don't mean that in a cute way I mean he probably ends up hurting your feelings because he does not know when to stop
Sucks at flirting
Your shy nature just makes it more awkward
But once you get used to his failed attempts at being coquettish you'll be able to recognize when he's trying to flirt
Is probably super obvious when he's trying and when he's successful he'll actually make you blush
His successful attempts are probably unintentional. Says something he won't think will land but is surprised when it works
Excuses himself for a moment and celebrates a few feet away before turning like normal
He has like a time to cool down on successful flirting. Only successful once every three days or something like that
Tries to compliment you but it comes out awkwardly and stiff
If you say something back slightly flirty he's gonna blank and not know how to continue from there
As soon as he approaches you and says "uhh.. hey" you already know what he's trying to do
Opposite of Arthur so he WILL tease you for falling off your horse
Awkwardly hugs you and pats your shoulder if you cry while apologizing profusely
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Can't rile you up for too long without exciting himself
Keeps his arm on your lower back and dips his fingers inside your waist band
Type to pull on your overalls (if you wear em) and lets them snap back into you
Will come up behind you and rub his stubble into your neck before whispering filthy things into your ear
Likes it when you put up a little playful resistence
If y'all are sitting down somewhere together he'll put his hand on your ankle before running it up under your skirt
Ends up giving in mostly because HE can't take it anymore and is too excited
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Breaking The Norm
just come into my arms, destroy me if you want
PAIRING: jeong jaehyun x reader
GENRE: the bad boy's good girl
WORD COUNT: 1.9k+ words
WARNINGS: brief deep throat, brief overstimulation, dirty talks, pet names, mentioned illegal racing
SYNOPSIS: Who would've thought a man so tough like Jaehyun has a thing for girls who's fond of cringy and cliché dramas?
A/N: Cross is mentioned but this one's more of domestic than Cross' fic, no gores and can be a stand-alone fic. With that being said, please enjoy Uno's fic!
A scowl leaves a print on your face. ''What the– she's walking out just like that?! They haven't even talked about it yet! She should've waited for his reason!''
Yoojin, the main character, refuses to listen as to why Haeso left her in the midst of her early pregnancy and only coming back 5 years later. Believing that he abandoned her, the pent up anger and grudge will probably cause them another 3-4 more episodes before straightening the curve and reconciling. What'll happen to their daughter along the way, that you're curious about.
Frustrated by how things ended in this episode, you turn off the tv and stomps your way out of the room, heading towards the kitchen where your boyfriend's in the middle of cooking a dish, probably your dinner.
''Learn to clean up your own mess.'' Jaehyun shakes his head before clicking his tongue and placing his phone on the counter beside the stove in a decent gap. It seems like he was on a call prior to your arrival. Wrapping your arms around him, you plant a kiss on his cheek, eliciting a chuckle.
''So you're out of your den, huh? Got sick of watching that cliché drama?'' He earns a smack. His arm is so full of muscles that it didn't do much than make him laugh again. Those tattoos covering the vastness of his skin are hard to ignore.
Jaehyun's right though, it is cliché. That doesn't change the fact that he watches it with you in spite of hating the plot and the actors' acting. You love that about him.
''Who was that earlier?''
''Hmm?'' Jaehyun glances where you're looking. ''Ah, Cross. He wanted me to help Jungwon.''
Cross, a friend of his that you're familiar with yet haven't gotten the chance to actually meet him properly. Jaehyun says he's a busy man.
''About what?''
''Just a mess he made.'' You remember his last line when you arrived at the kitchen. ''That fucker won't stop bothering the youngsters, really.''
Giggling, you pepper his shoulder with kisses. ''Why are you so mad? I'm sure Jungwon can do it with just a few instructions from you.''
Finding nothing right to respond to you, Jaehyun smiles and focuses on cooking. The food looks and smells delicious, but you crave for something else. Something that involves a certain tattooed man who has his hair tied in a man bun.
Jaehyun sighs. ''You know I can ruin our food if you're distracting me, right?''
''Don't care. I'll just eat you instead.''
Jaehyun smirks, lowering the heat before facing you. ''You've got a dirt mouth on you, sweetheart.''
''Uh-huh, wonder where I got it from.'' Your arms circle his neck.
''Right, I wonder..''
Lips curving upwards, you are filled with a giddy feeling as Jaehyun connects with yours, caressing your waist while his other hand settles on the back of your neck to press into you deeper.
Sooner than later, it escalates to more, courtesy of Jaehyun's failed resistance over your body covered merely by his wrinkled dress shirt. A squeak escapes you, tightening your hold on him as he carries you without struggles and transfers you to the countertop usually used for eating breakfast. Your legs welcome him in between like an old friend.
Palm coming in contact with your inner thighs, Jaehyun hums. ''Of course, prancing around this apartment with no panties. What else can be expected from you? Always so eager to have my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours.''
You mewls. God, that deep fucking voice and the lack of filters on Jaehyun's words are enough to cause a pool on your core. ''T-touch me, please.''
And touch, he did. Two fingers plunge inside you, indifferent if you're unprepared for the sudden stretch. Jaehyun curls them, mouth sucking the area where your collarbone lies, groaning as his clothed crotch brushes against your knees. His arm that is on your waist grips you, closer to him and keeps you still.
''Ah, ah.'' Your head lolls to the back, hands placed behind you to support your weight. ''Your fingers feels so good– fuck– more. I want more please. Haah, so good!''
Two becomes three, pads prodding at your spot. The electrifying feeling is too much, you lose control of your own body. Your hips start to buck, meeting the vigorous thrusts of Jaehyun's hands as your own flies to hold onto Jaehyun's arm, gripping and moaning as you feel the muscle flex underneath your palm.
With the signs of your climax showing themselves to Jaehyun, he immediately pulls out his fingers, leaving you feeling empty and whining at the loss of pleasure. Grinding your pussy against the cold marble countertop to make up for the digits that left you unattended, you watch through your hazy vision how Jaehyun licks and sucks the said digits as if it's some sweet candy.
When your slick on his fingers runs out, Jaehyun nudges your legs wider, feet planted on the same marble top. Your eyes lowered to his boxers, his tip peeking out of the hem.
''Fuck.. you're too big a boxer couldn't even accomodate your size?''
Jaehyun kisses your throat, licking your nipples through the shirt. ''That's why you're here, darling. None of these clothes can keep my cock warm. My pretty cocksleeve.. you'll do that instead, don't you?''
Nodding, you press your body against him, hands feeling Jaehyun's abs and chest. Your eyes shoot wide and a gasp resonates around the kitchen when Jaehyun's tip breaches past your pussy lips, invading your hole as his veins rub the velvet and warm walls. When he's buried deep inside, Jaehyun starts thrusting with an unforgiving pace. There's not even a build up.
''Oooh– yes, yes, yes! Fuck my pussy! You reach so deep– oh, God– you reach so deep inside me, I can feel you in my belly. Jaehyun, you're so big! Too big!''
You feel so full. The impressive girth of your boyfriend might be monstrous but somehow your walls willingly stretches to its limit to accommodate it. As if your pussy was made exclusively for Jaehyun's dick.
''Motherfu–... You're fucking chocking me, sweetheart. I feel like I might come soon,'' Jaehyun chuckles. ''You're the only one who can make me cum in a span of minutes. You're the only one who can take my fucking cock like a fucking champ.''
''Yes! I'll make you feel– ah!-- feel good. You should fuck me everyday– haah– every morning and every night– Oh so good! Don't go to work just– fuuuck!-- just fuck me the whole day. Don't care if I tear apart.''
Even though his bar can function without physically being there, Jaehyun knows he won't do that. He won't get rich. But Jaehyun gets harder nonetheless.
''Or– or if not, you can bring me there and fuck me on the counter too while mixing and making drinks for your customers. I'm sure– ah shit– I'm sure they'll like the show. It's like hitting two birds with– oooh– one stone, right?''
Jaehyun growls at your ear. ''Fucking..''
You yelp as you get manhandled, your back now facing Jaehyun's chest as you stand before Jaehyun. A high-pitched moan rings across the apartment when Jaehyun thrusts into you faster, deeper, and harder. Your legs buckle and your arms fly out everywhere, desperate for something to hold on.
Tears streaming down your face, Jaehyun decides to help his poor girlfriend by grabbing each of your arms on the area of your elbow, steadying you so he could plow and jab at your prostate without you moving much.
''You fucking slut. And here I thought I house an innocent one. Although maybe you were once like that– I made you like this. God, I made a monster, didn't I? A fucking vixen.''
Your knees face each other, folding a bit. They would've given up on you if not for Jaehyun. Head bowing down, you meet the view of your belly and the bump appearing with every snap of Jaehyun's hips. You are reduced to a whimpering mess.
Jaehyun laughs when he notices where you are looking at. ''See that? If you're not on pills, your belly would be round and plump. You will be carrying my child, showing everyone who fucking owns you.''
The words seem to be stuck on your throat, clogging the passage where you can get air as breathing through your nose isn't enough. Eyelids flickering, you could barely get the words out.
''What was that, darling?'' Jaehyun presses his cheek against yours, sucking the skin of your shoulder.
''Come– come..''
''Come?'' Jaehyun smiles, an arm caging you in his embrace as the other encloses on your throat again. ''Go on. You're my good girl, right? Come for Jaehyun, darling.''
You thrashes, legs shaking violently, tears rolling down your cheeks. Finally finding your voice, you scream as your release takes over your body, sending you into a bliss of pleasure.
''Beautiful.'' Jaehyun groans.
It's too much– the overstimulation, the drag of his thick cock along your walls. Instead of slowing down, Jaehyun quickens his pace, pinching your nipple between his middle and forefinger.
''Too much– I can't! Jaehyun, it's too much, please! Slow– fuck– slow down please!''
''No. You're gonna fucking take all of me. Isn't this what you want, sweetheart?''
''Just–...''
As his cock starts to twitch inside you, Jaehyun pulls out, pushing you down to your knees and as soon as your mouth is open for him, Jaehyun wastes no time in burying his cock deep in your throat. All it takes him is a few thrusts and he's coming, hot cum spilling past your tongue and straight to your throat, forcing you to gulp everything and not miss even a drop.
''Yeah, that's right.'' He rubs his tip on your tongue before pulling out.
''Uno, are you not really coming? I heard the prize is big tonight.''
Jaehyun casts a brief glance at your sleeping figure beside him, your arm hugging his waist. He ponders a bit. Aside from handling his own bar, Jaehyun also does illegal racing. Earning him the name of Uno as he always placed first in every rave he participates in.
Jaehyun doesn't want to miss the opportunity of earning a large amount of money in an easy way. But as you snuggle up on his side, scooting closer to him as you mumble incoherently about something– Jaehyun sighs.
''Nah, boyfriend duties.''
Red's– or by his real name, Eunwoo's– sound of disgust penetrates his ears. ''You're so fucking whipped it's disgusting.''
Just then, a rustle is heard and Cross' voice replaces Red's. ''Get your ass over here, I don't fucking want to see TY winning that race.''
''Guess what?'' Jaehyun says.
''What?''
''I don't care about what you want.''
Jaehyun chuckles as he ends the call, interrupting Cross' rants abruptly. He tosses the phone to the bedside and wraps his arms around you as well.
TY and his gang can fucking win that game for all they want. Jaehyun doesn't give a flying fuck. He can win that money back in a single raise, the prizes get higher whenever he races anyway. For now, Jaehyun will uncharacteristically enjoy the domestic atmosphere surrounding your shared bedroom and vask in the warmth of your love.
How cringy. But just like how he watched that drama with you– Jaehyun couldn't care less as long as it's with you.
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Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader
Summary: Based on this - how Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.
Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, smut.
AN: there is a scene in this based on a ✨️video✨️ i had sent to me by a beautiful anon and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. If you want the link you can find it on my page or message me and I'll try to send it!
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 5
Chapter 4
The following Tuesday, after practice and your homework, you'd driven over to The Hideout to see the famous Corroded Coffin play to their crowd of regular drunks. You parked your car in the lot, getting out and straightening out your cropped Iron Maiden shirt. You'd paired it with some shorts and fishnets, as well as your Docs and your jacket which, courtesy of Eddie, now had a WASP pin resting proudly on the lapel.
You made your way into the, quite honestly, dump of a bar, impressed that you didn't even need a fake ID to get in. You grinned when you saw Corroded Coffin setting up on the small stage and made a beeline for your friends and your....Eddie.
"What's up, rockstars?" You smile, giving Eddie a cheeky pinch to the butt as he was bent over with his back to you sorting out his peddle. He angled his head to look at you, and nearly keeled over at the sight of your outfit. He recovered, standing up to hug you.
"Now this just isn't fair, sweetheart, gonna be playing our set with a fucking boner," he groans into you ear, making you giggle. He subtly kissed your head.
"Holy shit you actually came!" Gareth said, grinning at you from behind his drum kit. "Eddie said you might not make it because of practice."
"Like I'd miss the infamous Corroded Coffin live in concert," you gesture to the homemade banner behind them. "I'm excited!"
"You're probably the only one in the audience who is," Jeff laughs, glancing over the few people who had come to the bar to watch them play.
"Well, just remember who your biggest fan was in the early days, yeah?"
"Of course, sweetheart," Eddie winks at you and you have to wrestle down the urge to kiss him, not knowing how he felt about your...whatever this was between you being made super public yet. You instead settle on shooting him a wink and going to get yourself a drink whilst they finished setting up, patiently waiting for their set to start.
You were surprised when the bartender handed you a beer, apparently Eddie had sorted you with a drink before you'd gotten there, and again that meant nobody was checking your ID. You said nothing, taking your beer and sitting at a table close to the stage where you had a good view and Eddie could definitely see you.
The band start their set and you're completely blown away. Not only are they actually pretty damn good, the way Eddie carries himself on stage is incredible. He's confident, charismatic, nothing new there, but he eludes this sexy rockstar attitude that makes your pussy clench as you watch him. He plays with an energy that should be for 80,000 people not just 0.01% of that.
You watch his skilled fingers running up and down the frets, effortlessly playing chords without even glancing down. And when he sang, god your heart skipped a beat. His voice was the perfect mix of soft melodic singing and raw yells and shouts. They played a mix of covers and their own songs, their musical influences clear in those original pieces. Your favourite so far had been their rendition of Paranoid by Black Sabbath, and a song called Shallow Grave of their own. You had screamed and shouted and applauded, probably too enthusiastically really, but you didn't care. They were good, and Eddie was hot.
As the notes of another original song, Strangers in the Dark, came to an end, Eddie spoke into the microphone.
"We're going to change things up a little bit now folks, with a new cover dedicated to a very special person who happens to be our number one fan. This one's for you, airhead." He shot you a smirk and you grinned back at him, your cheeks flushing. "Sing along if you know it, maybe even dance a little if you're drunk enough."
The opening notes of Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks, but with a Corroded Coffin touch, began to play and your jaw dropped. You fucking loved this song, and your mind and heart race when you remember you had told Eddie that, probably about 3 weeks ago when you'd first started speaking properly, only mentioned it briefly when he'd seen the tape of Bella Donna sticking out of your bag.
He'd...learnt this, for you? Made his band learn this for you without even knowing if you'd ever come to one of his shows?
It's a good thing you were sat down because your knees felt stupidly weak.
"Just like the white wing dove, sings a song sounds like she's singing, ooh, ooh, ooh," Eddie croons; his voice could have brought tears to your eyes. He wasn't playing guitar for this, cupping the mic in his hands in a way that should have been illegal.
You sit in your seat, singing along, watching as a few drunks get up to dance, mostly middle aged women who look as if Stevie Nicks is their lord and saviour.
"Come on honey, your boyfriend is singing this for you! You gotta dance!" One of the Stevie-ites grabs your hand and tries to pull you up to dance.
"Oh, I cant-" you start, feeling a little embarassed. Ridiculous really, seeing as you were in front of two entire high schools nearly every week dancing and cartwheeling and splitting. Why the fuck was dancing in front of Eddie making you shy?!
You catch Eddie's eye as you're dragged onto the small dance area in front of the stage, the woman lets go of your hand to do her own Stevie style twirl, and you laugh, doing the same when she encourages you to do so. You glance up at Eddie and he grins back at you, still singing away as he pulls you up onto the small stage, twirling you around. You stay next to him, wrapped in his arms as the band finishes the song. When the last note plays, Eddie grabs you and you kisses you hard on the lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, the small crowd whooping and cat calling as you break apart, both of you panting and grinning like fools.
"You're amazing," Eddie says breathlessly, looking into your eyes.
"Me?! I'm not the one who just turned Stevie Nicks into a bad ass metal anthem! You gotta record that, you...you're incredible!" You pant, your face starting to hurt with how much you're smiling. You run one finger down his chest whilst looking up at him through your lashes. "How much longer is the set, rock star?"
Eddie swallows hard.
"Uh, th-three songs."
"Perfect, I'll be waiting by your van when you've packed up." You shoot him a sexy smirk, pecking his lips once more and hopping off the stage to watch the rest of the set.
*
True to your words you were waiting, leant up against the side of Eddie's van as he finished loading up his equipment.
"So, I've been thinking, that bed you've got in there?" You gesture to the back of the van. "Super fucking comfortable, perfect for laying down after a successful show, don't you think?"
"While every fibre of my being is going to hate me for saying this, Y/N-"
"Who said anything about sex?" You cut him off and he looks at you, confusion etched on his face. "Just wanna show you how appreciative I am that you learned a song for me, very cute by the way."
"Well, I have been known to be pretty cute," Eddie grins, letting you pull him into the back of the van, kicking the door shut. He grunts, letting out a breathless laugh as you push him onto his back and straddle him, pushing his shirt up his stomach. "Hey, you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to, right?"
"What about if I want to?" You smile, rocking your hips experimentally against him. Eddie groans, fingers biting into your hips. You lean down and kiss him, tongue immediately finding his. Eddie's hands travel from your hips to your ass, squeezing it softly at first, then harder as your kisses grows deeper and more desperate. You pull away from the kiss, sitting back on your heels and your hands hover over his belt buckle. "Can I?"
"Yeah, yes, shit, you can do anything you want to me right now, sweetheart." Eddie groans as you undo his belt, your hand ghosting over the bulge in his jeans. Once his jeans are also undone, he helps you by lifting his hips so you can pull his jeans and boxers down to his mid thigh. You can't help the gasp that leaves your mouth as his cock springs free, slapping his lower stomach.
"Holy...what the fuck, Eddie?!" You laugh, unable to process what you're seeing. He's big. And not just big, but thick too. Uncut, with a delicious thick vein running along the underside of his cock. His balls are - is it weird to say perfect?- big and round and your mouth salivates at the sight. Would you even be able to wrap your hand around him? Swallow him down? Would your cunt stretch enough to accommodate him? Your brain buzzed with arousal.
"Not really something I go around showing off," Eddie chuckles, hissing as you attempt to wrap your hand around him, slowly stroking him. You pull back his foreskin to expose the head of his cock, the same beautiful shade of reddy purple as his lips, and you watch in fascination as a small bead of precum blurts out and over your fingers. "Shit, Y/N, your hand feels so fucking good."
"I haven't even done anything yet," you giggle, moving a tiny bit faster, your other hand gently cupping his balls. You make sure he's looking at you before you let a glob of spit fall from your mouth onto the head of his cock, using it to lube his shaft for your hand to glide easier along it. Eddie fucking whimpers, whimpers, at that, his head dropping back onto the pillow beneath him.
"Fuck, babe, you're fucking...you're a dream."
"A wet one, I hope?"
"You're...everything. God the amount of times I've thought about this, about you...Jesus, how are you fucking real?" Eddie sighs as you work your hand over his cock faster, the mix of your spit and his precum making it easier. "Can I...fuck, can you take your shirt off? And...and put my jacket on?"
He prayed silently that you'd agree, it was all he'd been able to think about for about 3 weeks. You smile, nodding, taking off your shirt. Eddie almost blows his load there and then. Not only were you braless, but you also had your fucking nipples pierced, the two silver bars winking at him in the dim lights streaming in from the car park. You send him a knowing smirk briefly letting go of his cock to grab his previously discarded jacket and slip your arms into it, the leather cool and somewhat a little sticky against your damp skin.
"How do I look?" Your voice is low and sultry, laced with arousal. The throb between your legs is almost unbearable now, and you grind your crotch against his leg for some relief.
"Like every wet dream I've had since I was 13," Eddie groans as you spit on his cock again. "Shit, never thought you'd be so..."
"So what?" You challenge with a smirk, one eyebrow cocked as you continue to jerk him off.
"Jesus, so fucking...filthy." Eddie gasps as you run your other thumb over the slit of his cock, gathering some precum on the digit and sucking it into your mouth. You exaggerate a moan, this was purely for him right now but he did taste really fucking good. "Shit, gonna cum soon, don't stop baby."
"Not going to Eds, want you to make a mess all over me." You push the jacket off of your tits so he can clearly see them. Your free hand pinches one of your nipples, making you moan and grind down onto him again, a whimper leaving your mouth.
"Jesus fuck!" Eddie grunts, his cock twitching in your hand as he cums, streaking your tits, stomach and a little bit of his own jacket with thick white ropes. You stroke him through it, letting go of his thick cock when he starts to hiss in discomfort. "Fuck, princess, easy, easy," he lets a breathless laugh as you scoop up some of his cum off your tits with your finger, popping it into your mouth and sucking it off. "Jesus H Christ."
"I prefer Y/N." You grin, letting out a squeal as Eddie pins you down onto the floor of the van, kissing you hard. His hand wanders to the button of your shorts. "Hey, don't worry about me, handsome. This was all for you."
"You sure? I want to." Eddie's eyes flick to yours and you smile.
"I know, and believe me I really want you to but I have to get home, school night and all that." You sigh and Eddie groans, dropping his head to your shoulder. "My fingers will just have to do tonight."
Eddie groans even louder.
"Shit, Y/N, that isn't fair."
"Relax, Eds, my parents are away this weekend, so I'll have that big, empty house all to myself. You wanna come over and protect poor little old me?" You put on a fake pout. Eddie smirks.
"And by protect you mean-"
"Fuck my brains out until I can't fucking walk and make me scream so loud the neighbours will know your name? Yeah, that's what I meant." You giggle, pecking his lips softly.
"Oh, I'll be there baby, I'll protect you so hard, don't you worry."
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How do you think everyone would react if cove and mc got pregnant at 18? Like the reason for them being engaged so young is because they are expecting
tags : Angst, headcanons, fem/afab reader, pregnancy
[part 2: cove finding out you're pregnant]
CLIFF
cliff would be.. he'd have the same feelings he had when kyra got pregnant with cove
he'd be scared, but happy because it is an exciting thing that a lot of people wish to hear one day!
but as cove's dad, he'd first be disappointed just because he never would've wished such a struggle on anyone at such a young age, especially his own son.
doesn't bother getting angry, because what would that do? it won't make you un-pregnant and it'd just make cove (and you) mad at him or upset, since of course you already know it's not an ideal situation.
when he realizes that you got engaged because of the pregnancy though, he tries to have a talk with cove.
he knows how much you two love each other, but he also knows from experience that this just doesn't work.
i think that'd end up in an argument, because even though cove and cliff have a better relationship than before, 5-10 years doesn't erase all the hurt from back then
cliff might end up saying something like "you don't want to end up like me and your mom" or even worse, "you shouldn't mess up your future."
all that would upset cove so much... because does he think that cove was a mistake? is that what he's saying? is he saying that you and cove would fail miserably? either way. they aren't thinking clearly, and cove already has a lotta feelings about how he was born, let alone conceived.
cove would probably end up saying something (a bit) hurtful like "i would never end up like you and mom." , "i would never marry MC if i didn't know it'd work. unlike some people, i'm not gonna make my kid listen to us argue and then try to play happy family." , or "trust me, my kid won't end up with a childhood like mine." / "trust me, my marriage won't end up like yours."
is it very ooc? probably. but everyone has the ability to say something hurtful, and when you experience something traumatic like your parents fighting, or knowing the circumstances of your birth, you have a lot of thoughts and feelings...
he does end up apologizing, but cliff probably ends up apologizing too since, again, they both probably said things they didn't mean
after that, things get a bit better. there's probably a lot of emotional conversations after that, just to get everything off their chests. hell we might even need family therapy, just to smooth things over before your baby gets here...
KYRA
now kyra... mmm i think this is where her awkwardness comes in. remember how she says she felt more like a cool aunt than his mom?
i think this is where kyra gets close to you, tries to offer you support and helps you through all the changes of pregnancy
she's mostly afraid for both of you. doesn't want you to try and slap a bandaid on this with marriage, kinda like how her and cliff did...
although i do think she was first angry when the news dropped. she really thought that you and cove, cove especially, would be more careful considering everything...
but the distance between her and you guys makes her sit on it for awhile, she does calm down and realize that you're just in the same position she was in, and are likely scared but doing your best...
calls both of you separately, just some a little one-on-one time and a heart-to-heart.
asks if you're really sure if you wanna get married, of course she expects you two to be sure about it, you two haven't gotten tired of each other yet and you're about to be intertwined in every way possible
reminds you that marriage is all about communication. and when you're raising a kid especially, and patience! also knows how much you love each other, and tells you to make time for yourselves and your relationship.
PAM & NOELANI
i instantly knew they'd be mad.
remember how pam worries in step 2 that cove is bad news? i think in her anger, ends up saying something like, "i knew something like this would happen." "i told you he was a bad influence."
yknow i've always wondered how cove would feel if he knew pam thought that about him, and i think in this situation, it'd hurt him a lot, and it'd open up a new can of insecurities and doubts.
starts worrying that he's holding you back, bringing you down... but we can get to that later
noelani tries to keep pam calm, does chastise her for saying that in front of you, especially if cove is there.
noelani is so disappointed, and you can see it so heavily... she'd sigh, mumble something- probably about how she "cant believe it...", covers her face with her hands..
she definitely asks, "how could you let this happen?" she really trusted you to make smart decisions, and even if this was a really big accident (like the rubber broke), she still didn't expect it n can't stop being disappointed
it takes them a few days for them to relax. this news had them totally spun and their emotions jumble up whenever its brought up or they think about it
they know being upset is gonna make it better, and if you're still living at home, they can see how sad you are, which helps them cave in. even if you don't whenever you call, they can hear how sad you are, or maybe you're texting less, whenever you visit your energy is lower than usual...
to start with, just to get out the way, they reassure you that you don't have to get married, that you shouldn't do something you guys don't want to, that you can be parents just fine without marriage
feels better when you insist you're not doing it just for the baby, i mean, not much. but you're insistent, and if you found out you're pregnant after getting engaged, they just have to trust you.
they also have to trust cove when he says he's gonna take care of you and the baby.
they knew cove is always very sincere and determined, even if he hesitates at times, but when he's set on something, he does it, so even though they're not happy about the situation, you're flying the nest now, and hitting milestones at a young age so all they can do is support you
and if noel does have a bit too much fun helping you set up the nursery, don't say a THING!!!
all the parents do make you sit down and explain your plan, who's going to work, who's watching the babe, if you're still going to school... all that. it's not that they aren't going to help you, but are you ready to take on the responsibility for your baby?
LIZ
liz is super worried for you, and cove too actually. you're her little sister/sibling, she still sees you and cove as kids in some way, and she still preens when you come to her for help...
the news just makes her head spin, but her first question is if you're okay, n if she's at home, she gives you a hug, lets you cry if you need it.
and this is also where her (protective) big sister energy comes in.. she hates seeing you sad when your moms are still heavily upset about the news
she tries to be there for you as much as possible, and especially if the first trimester is really rough on you, if cove isn't by your side then she is.
doesn't bother lecturing either of you. whats the point? all of your parents have already chewed your ears off, and it's not like you need any more stress or worry, or need to know that there's someone else disappointed in you/cove
i was going to say she'd give cove a stern talking too about being their for you, but she realizes she doesn't really need to do that.
tells him "i'm sure you'll be a good dad" maybe even, "well, i guess this was gonna happen one day anyway.." and that you're lucky to have him.
although after all those comforting n reassuring words, she does slap him on the back and remind him not to hurt or fail both of you, least he wants to feel her wrath. :) (she's a protective auntie already <33)
tries to keep the energy up by being excited for the baby, or by distracting you with some bonding time w your amazing older sister<3
makes jokes about being the cool aunt, when the times right ofc. she's really just trying to distract you, which works sometimes more than others
LEE
the phone is SILENT. which is really scary coming from lee...
she does speak eventually, asks if you're gonna keep it, what're you going to do, and depending on how you word the news, if cove is there to tell her, or if she's already heard some of the news from the rest of the family, she'll ask if cove knows
she tries not to ask too many questions, because she doesn't wanna upset you or seem insensitive
i think she's really lost on what to do. your and cove's parents have already done all the lecturing, and worrying over each detail...
so she just offers you comfort. or a distraction.
really, her reaction is based off yours, because if you're excited, then so is she! but if you're really sad and/or stressed, then she's subdued, tries to figure out how to help you even though she's not close by...
in fact, her and liz would plan a "girls trip" for you. just to distract you, help you feel better. it's nothing big, just 2 days in the city and you spend most your time going from shop to shop and different restaurants and cafes.
their energy keeps your spirits up, but if you're not up for all that, or even if you're tired of all the running around after the first day, they set up a nice "sleepover" in the hotel room and you only get one noise complaint!
both of them definitely reassure you that if you ever need a break, you can trust them, amazing and cool aunties lee and liz, with the babe (spoiler: you can, but just know you're interrupting many 'a tea parties when you come to pick up the babe)
DEREK, MIRANDA , TERRY, & BAXTER
their eyes fell out their head.
in fact, terry spat out his drink, like projectile spray... and derek is having an outta body experience probably, definitely dropped whatever he was holding.
baxter too, he's taking a sip of his coffee and when you tell him, he chokes a bit, squeezes the cup n now he has coffee on his pants... he's shocked as hell
i hope you didn't tell them in a public place btw, because terry definitely yelled out "you're pregnant?!" and now everyone in sunset bird/wherever you are who didn't know.. knows.
terry isn't sure whether to tell you congrats or not, is very very confused, says congrats but then starts rambling out loud about what if you're not excited, what if it's a bad thing... all that
and miranda too, offers a careful congrats and then says "um.. that is a good thing, right? i mean, it's okay if not!" and yeah you've broken them..
if you reassure them it is a good thing. well, as good as it can be really. then they relax
derek rambles off all his concerns, asks if you're really gonna do it (raise the baby)
and then starts rambling about how hard it was taking care of his brothers... is quick to remind you that it was fun! and he loves his brothers! and that you'll be great parents! and maybe your baby won't be as rambunctious as niko was as a toddler!
just offers you good wishes, and if you ever need help, call him! he's a expert at handling his brothers, so he might know a thing or two. unless it's genuine parenting advice then.. call his mom or dad, or yours, haha
now baxter... well assuming you told him you were engaged before he left, or even if you imagine all this happening while he's here, he doesn't have much to say
he's just a stranger after all, even if you befriend him quickly, he doesn't have much to say to you
he tries to contain his surprise, and he first asks if you're excited, then he offers his congratulations and says you two will be great parents and that the kid will be very loved by everyone.
after seeing you two around the neighborhood, and your getting to know your family and friends a bit, he doesn't worry about you guys too much.
even though he knows teen pregnancy isn't ideal, he does know your kid has a happy life ahead of them, and that you have a lot of support n love around you, and that you and cove will work hard to be good parents, so he doesn't worry for you too much
i'm tempted to say you or cove would find a unnamed flower or gift basket on your parents doorsteps, or maybe he even brings a very early wedding/baby gift since he knows he won't be around, but i'm not sure... although i think that's kinda a baxter thing to do
but now if he found out later in step 4, he'd be surprised by the news (and seeing that you have a kid already) but he'd just tell you he's happy it's all working out for you, and that your kid is very adorable and you have a lovely family
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Steve hates it when his parents fight.
It's been only a day since dad came back from his trip and they are already yelling at each other, mom accusing him of cheating on her while she was at home taking care of their child. They go on like this every time, while Steve just sits in the corner of his room waiting for the fight to stop.
But today Steve decides he's had enough. That's why he sneaks out of his room (it's not like they're gonna notice but,) and goes out into the woods. He's only been there a few times, but he's ten now and he thinks he can manage it.
That's how he ends up at Skull Rock, not Lover's Lake. It's not what he expected but Skull Rock is nice in it's own way, Steve guesses. He sits underneath the rock and listens to the sounds in the forest. He watches the ants crawl by, and it's somehow peaceful.
The peace is interrupted not long after.
"You're in my spot."
Steve snaps his head to find a boy with a nearly buzzed hair. He is shifting constantly, leaning from foot to foot, with an annoyed look on his face.
"This is not your spot, this is Skull Rock. It's everyone's spot," Steve counters.
"Wait, it's called Skull Rock? Huh, makes sense. It does look like a skull." The boy makes a pondering gesture, nodding to himself.
"If you don't even know the name of the place, how can it be your spot?"
This kid is unbelievable, Steve thinks, but the boy just grins and sits next to Steve.
"'You don't gotta have a name on it for it to be yours', that's what my old man said. Anyways, I'm only visiting here, so I haven't had a chance to learn the name yet. I'm Ed."
Steve tentatively views the hand reached out in front of him.
"Steve," he says with a handshake. "What do you mean you're only visiting? You're not from around?"
"Nope! I'm just staying with my uncle for a bit until my dad is out again."
"Out of where?"
"The big house of course, Stevie."
"I don't know what that means."
Ed's grin is wide again, and Steve is amused by how he is so full of expressions. Ed starts talking on about all the escapades he and his old man's been through (although they're mostly his dad's alone) and then moves onto some kind of fairytale with Mirkwood and Fangorn and all the other stuff Steve doesn't know about.
It's nice listening to him talk, and sometimes Ed asks for Steve's opinion and doesn't make fun of him when he can't come up with a smart response quickly enough. Steve likes talking to Ed, which is probably why he doesn't notice it's gotten dark.
It's late, and Steve's parents are gonna be so angry with him. He doesn't want to say goodbye to Ed, but the disappointed look on his mom scares him more. As if sensing Steve's thoughts, Ed looks around the forest too.
"It's getting late. My uncle's gonna be waiting for me. You ready to go home now, Stevie?"
"Yeah, you?"
"Mm-hm, except for one thing—," Ed looks a bit nervous, picking on his lips.
"What?"
"I don't know how to get there."
...Unbelievable. He's unbelievable.
"Well, how do you normally come here? Just go the opposite direction."
"Well, you see, I normally just wander through the forest until I reach here—or there, so there is no direction to go opposite. Didn't know I'd be staying late."
Hearing the last sentence, Steve does feel a bit bad because if Ed hadn't been talking to Steve, he might have gone home while the sun was still up. And he's new to the town, too, it must be more confusing.
"I can... take you there if you want?" Steve offers.
Ed beams at Steve's suggestion, nodding so wildly that Steve's worried he might get dizzy.
"Alright! Lead the way, big boy. To Forest Hills we go!"
Ed grabs Steve's hand, starts walking even though he's got no idea where he's going, and it makes Steve laugh. There's warmth blossoming in his chest and he holds on to that feeling throughout their walk out of the forest.
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By the time Steve gets home (on a ride by Uncle Wayne 'cause that man was freaked out that a ten year old was roaming around on the streets in the night), it's really late and Steve's parents are very, very angry.
He's grounded for a month, and when he gets to Skull Rock after, he doesn't find Ed. But Ed did say that he was only staying in Hawkins for a bit, so Steve hopes that Ed's dad got out of that big house and he's with Ed now.
(He doesn't know that Al Munson was in serious trouble this time, unlikely to get out of prison for a long time.)
(He doesn't know that Ed Munson had to stay in the system until Wayne Munson could get full legal custody of the kid.)
(He doesn't know that the sullen new kid in the grade above him—who the teachers whisper about— is the boy he met once at Skull Rock, Eddie Munson.)
(He doesn't know that for a long while.)
#stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#what if they met before#but they didn't know#well steve didn't know#eddie did but he refused to talk to everyone right after he found out that he'd be staying in hawkins for good#and after a bit he saw steve among popular kids and was like okay nope#eddie eventually tells steve though
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Benny saves reader from a zombie
When The Dead Rise (Benny Weir X Reader)
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Summary: Ethan has to take his little sister trick or treating, so of course he invites all of his friends to keep him company. Splitting up from your friends to spend time with your boyfriend ends up giving you some scares.
A/N: SO MANY THINGS TO SAY!!! 1, sorry for not posting a story in over 2 weeks, i discovered character ai messaging and became addicted to talking to josh hutcherson’s (i love that man, im so glad hes been getting more attention again, im so sad that he has a gf and is like 10+ years older than me) mike schmidt from fnaf (lowkey wondering if i should try making character chats, i think itd be fun lol). 2, thank you for 1.1k followers!!! It truly means a lot to me! 3, I still have a good handful of requests and i don’t know when they’ll all be finished, so if you’ve sent in a request that i haven't gotten to yet, im so sorry lol. 4, this feels kinda half-assed but enjoy this halloween fic even tho its fuckin november lmao
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“Ethan, hurry up!” Benny yelled up the stairs to his best friend, who was in his room getting ready. “If we wait any longer, all the good candy’s gonna be gone!”
“Calm down, Bens.” You laughed. “We’re big kids; we can buy our own candy.”
“It’s not the same.” He whined, letting you pull him towards you by the lapels of his suit jacket. You fixed his poorly tied tie and smoothed out the fabric of his outfit. Benny wanted to be a magician this year, saying it fit perfectly. He even somehow roped you into dressing up as a magician’s assistant.
Before you could reply, there was a knock at the door. Unsure of whether it was a trick-or-treater or one of your friends, you grabbed the bowl of candy near the front entrance and opened the door. But the sight before you made you jump, some pieces of candy flying out of the bowl.
“Trick or treat!” Rory snickered behind an ugly zombie mask. It looked like the mask had been melted and worn out.
“Couldn’t you have just dressed up as a vampire?” You asked, letting Rory into the house and closing the door. “You know, with you being a vampire and all.”
“Too easy.” Rory shrugged, taking off the mask. “Besides, scaring the crap out of you is worth wearing the mask.” He grinned, and you smacked his shoulder with an eye roll.
Hearing footsteps come thundering down the stairs, you all turned around. Jane came down in a princess costume while Ethan was close behind in one of his regular outfits. You all booed him and his wardrobe.
“Boring!”
“Didn’t even try.”
“Where’s your Halloween spirit, man?”
“Guys, give me a break, okay?” Ethan sighed. It was clear he didn’t really want to go out tonight. Wanting him to at least try to get into the spirit of the holiday, you grabbed a pack of fake vampire fangs from the trick-or-treating bowl.
“Here, you can be the vampire. Now let’s go, or Jane won’t get any candy.” Hearing this, Jane raced out the door, the rest of you hot on her tail.
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It was late at night when you all decided to stop trick or treating. Jane’s candy bag was practically bursting at the seams, and she was worn out to the point where Rory had to start carrying her. He only did it because, due to being a vampire, he was the only one strong enough to haul her around, and she promised to give him some of her candy.
“Wanna split?” Benny leaned down to whisper to you, the two of you slowing down and gradually being separated from your friends. Deciding that they probably wouldn’t mind your absence, you nodded. Benny grinned and squeezed your hand that he had been holding the entire evening before pulling you in the direction of his house.
As the two of you walked down the street, a chill ran up your spine. An October night in Canada probably wasn’t the best time to wear a costume that had a good amount of skin, but when you put the costume on, you had decided that it would be a problem for future you.
Future you was less than pleased.
Luckily, being the amazing and thoughtful boyfriend he was, Benny took off his magician’s cape and tied it around you. He must’ve enchanted it, because you were immediately warmed by the fabric. You clung onto his arm, not missing the proud smile he had when he looked down at you wearing something of his.
“Oh, gosh.” You murmured, slowing to a stop. Benny stumbled, looking around in confusion. Before he could ask what was wrong, you pointed to what awaited you just a few yards ahead.
If you knew that the Whitechapel cemetery would be on your route to Benny’s house, you would’ve gone another way. But here you were, looking at the fog-covered, fenced-up plot of land in front of you, the path that went through it looking less than inviting. Given you and your friends’ track records with supernatural and dead things, you were weary of spooky things, such as a cemetery at night. Tonight being Halloween didn’t help much.
“Come on, N/n, it’s okay.” Benny cooed, pulling you along. “Nothing’s gonna happen, I promise.”
“How can you be so sure?” You asked, squeezing his arm.
“I’ll protect you, babe.”
“Oh, great, so we’re both dead.” You half-joked, and Benny gave you a fake offended look.
“Rude.” You got to the fence, and you paused again. Benny looked back and sighed; it was as if he could read your mind before you protested. “Going through the cemetery instead of around is the quickest way home, Y/n. We’ll speedwalk.”
After a deep breath, you nodded, and you both ventured through the graveyard. You clung to Benny as if your life depended on it. For all you knew, it did. The aura surrounding you as you walked spooked Benny a bit, but he did his best to put on a brave face for you.
Before you knew it, you were almost at the other side of the cemetery. Relief filled you as the fog faded just enough to show you the exit.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” You say, a pep in your step now. But for some reason, Benny pulled on his cape that was around your shoulders. You looked back in confusion.
It wasn’t Benny, you realized. Because he was standing next to you, not behind you.
Behind you was a hideous, groaning creature that looked like it had been decaying for years. You wouldn’t have been surprised if it had crawled out of one of the graves you and Benny walked by.
“Zombie!” You shouted, making Benny jump. You tried to run, but the creature’s decaying hand had a death grip on the cape you were wearing, the opposing forces almost choking you.
Benny grabbed the string that tied the cape around you and somehow ripped it apart. It was probably the sudden adrenaline that gave him the strength to do that and then pick you up when you were finally free. Tossing you over his shoulder, Benny ran out of the graveyard while you both freaked out about what you saw.
Over your squeals and shouts, you didn’t hear the laughing that came from the place you were fleeing from. The zombie dropped the cape and ripped off its face, revealing a cackling Rory. But his laughs were suddenly cut short when he heard a rustle in a nearby bush. Realizing that being alone in the cemetery was becoming too creepy for him, Rory sped away.
When you reached Benny’s house and called your friends, you told them all about the terrifying encounter you and Benny had with the dead. During your storytelling, you didn’t notice Rory having a slight grin on his face the entire time.
#agaypanic#benny weir#benny weir x reader#my babysitter's a vampire#my babysitter's a vampire x reader
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so i’m lactose intolerant and stupidly had some cereal for breakfast so i’m now paying the price of having an upset stomach and it got me thinking. what would andy’s reaction to finding out that reader is lactose intolerant and ignores it and still eats dairy products
Treat Yourself
Summary: How Andy deals with your ill-advised love of ice cream. Andy Barber x Black Reader
Warnings: Some Fluff, Dash of Smut, Lactose Intolerance, Mentions of Grumpy Andy, Dry Humping, Cursing, Mentions of Oral Sex (m rec), Spanking (referenced), Minors DNI
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To be honest, it confuses the hell out of Andy every time he sees you enjoying a bowl of strawberry ice cream. Because you both are keenly aware of the fact that you're going to regret it sooner rather than later, especially since you don't always remember to take those stupid Lactaid pills.
And when you don't, he has to deal with you clutching your tummy complaining about cramps. Or worse yet, you refuse to cuddle with him because you're worried about being too gassy. Because, no, you haven't gotten to the point where you feel comfortable enough to fart in front of him.
Which, he maintains, is beyond ridiculous. But that is a story for another time. Instead, you choose to hole up in the bathroom with your Kindle to simply wait it out.
Andy absolutely hates when you pull that shit, because it cuts into his snuggle time. And you've since learned that your hotshot attorney gets real grumpy when you deprive him of his cuddles. While most of your friends think you're lying, you've seen first hand just how big of a baby Andrew Barber can become when deprived of his precious snuggles.
Even the threat of a spanking isn't always enough to remind you to go light on the dairy.
The way you see it, it's your body. And there's no way in hell that you're going to go without your favorite treat. So at this point, your boyfriend just rolls his eyes every time he sees you happily torturing yourself.
In fact, the only time he doesn't complain is when you decide to bring your beloved creamy delight to bed. Holding the pint, you straddle his hips while making a show of just how good each bite tastes. Your Big Man is practically putty in your hands as you shamelessly writhe against his hard cock, with your spoon half hanging out of your mouth.
And of course you're willing to share. But being the clumsy girl that you are, you can't seem to help but accidentally spill a little on his broad, tattoo-covered chest.
"Oops. Sorry, honey." You giggle, before leaning down to lap at the rapidly melting dessert. Wanting to be thorough, you make sure to take your time cleaning up, swirling your tongue over his nipples and peppering his exposed skin with tiny kisses as you go. But then, as luck would have it, the same thing happens again.
And again.
And again.
It's a damn shame, really. Because by the time you're through, you're all out of ice cream, while your big, bad boyfriend is reduced to a growly, sticky, shuddering mess.
And since the blame falls squarely on your shoulders, you eventually find yourself in the shower, apologizing on your knees while he uses your mouth however he likes.
Oh, and it's probably also worth mentioning that favorite treat also doubles as the perfect remedy for a poor, overworked throat. Which, strangely enough, is something you seem to be suffering from an awful lot these days.
What a strange coincidence.
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I know you asked this a while ago, but I do hope that you're feeling better!
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ship: Eddie Munson/Nancy Wheeler
wc: 1.6k
A/N: late post because the blorbos were blorboing, and I have emotions about these two idiots
“I don't think I'm going to make it home tonight,” Nancy told her mom over the phone. “If the snow stops and the roads don't look too bad, I might try to drive home later, but Mr. Munson doesn't think it's safe enough to go out unless it's absolutely necessary. He already said that it’s fine if I stay here for the night. I promise I’ll call you if anything changes, okay?”
If Nancy had known that agreeing to tutoring Eddie at the Munson trailer was going to lead to her having to spend the night, she might have been a little more insistent about sticking to their normal library meeting spot. It wasn’t that she hated the idea of having to stay over there. She just felt bad being another person taking up space in their home when Eddie’s uncle already slept on a cot in the living room due to the lack of space.
After getting off the phone with her mom, she moved to take her seat across from Eddie at the kitchen table again.
“So, how about we do one more problem set, and then we can call it a night?” she suggested, flipping through her chemistry notes to find some practice equations that they hadn’t done yet.
Eddie flopped forward to rest his head on the table.
“I will actually die if I have to balance one more equation. My head will explode. Can we please do anything else?”
“I thought you wanted to pass this chemistry test? You need more practice.”
“Think of my uncle, Nance. What’ll he do without me?”
“Probably get some peace and quiet for the first time in my life,” Wayne said without looking up from where he was sitting on the sofa tying his work boots.
Nancy stifled a laugh as Eddie shot back up into a sitting position and stared at his uncle with a look of pure shock and betrayal.
“If you really need a break from studying so much, why don’t you make your guest some dinner?” Wayne suggested. “If she’s staying over, you should probably offer to feed her.”
“Of course. Where are my manners?” Eddie said, resting his arms on the table and leaning forward to smile at Nancy. “Welcome to Chez Munson. It would be my honor to make dinner for you.”
“Real food, too. Don't go offering her spaghettios or whatever other canned junk you eat when I'm not around.”
“You don't have to go to any trouble for me,” Nancy insisted. “I'm fine with whatever.”
Eddie ignored her and turned his attention towards his uncle.
“Want me to save you a plate of whatever it ends up being?”
“Sure. Stick it in the microwave, and I'll reheat it when I get home.”
“Any preferences?”
“Surprise me.”
“Can do. Stay safe out there. Don't drive like I do.”
“Wouldn't dream of it.”
Wayne said his goodbyes, and as soon as he was out the door, Eddie was up and out of his seat searching through the kitchen cabinets and checking the fridge to see what he could make.
“You really don't have to go to any trouble for me,” Nancy said as she watched him start to rummage through the cabinet of pots and pans.
“Who says I'm going to any trouble?” he asked. “Maybe I do this all the time.”
“You do?”
“A guy's gotta eat. When my uncle started working nights, I started messing around in the kitchen because I found out he was never eating a hot meal. Just eating cereal or a bologna sandwich when he came home from a shift. And it's fine if I eat garbage, but I'm not gonna let him live like that after everything he's done for me, you know? I almost burnt the place down a couple times, but I haven't gotten any complaints yet.”
Nancy was touched by his story. Truthfully, she still didn't know much about Eddie. For the most part, he was just the guy that she tutored twice a week, but they'd slowly been becoming friends. She liked spending time with him, and finding out things like this - pieces of him she was sure not many other people knew - only made her grow even fonder of him.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked.
“I think I've got it covered. You can go watch TV if you want. When I cook for a beautiful woman, she doesn't have to lift a finger?”
“So you're in the habit of cooking for beautiful women?”
“You're the first actually. Now get out of here so I can work my magic.”
He shooed her out of the kitchen, and she went to go sit on the couch, but she was too preoccupied with the fact that he'd called her beautiful to focus on anything on TV. Since when did Eddie think she was beautiful? She was under the impression that their relationship was strictly professional, but even she couldn't deny that she felt something whenever he smiled at her.
When Eddie eventually made his way over to the couch, he was carrying two identical plates of food loaded up with breaded chicken cutlets, stovetop stuffing, and canned peas and carrots.
“It's nothing fancy, but I guarantee it'll taste good.”
They ate mostly in silence as Eddie channel-surfed trying to find something decent for them to watch.
“Color me impressed,” Nancy said after they'd finished dinner. “I didn't expect that from you.”
“It was because of my uncle's spaghettios comment, wasn't it?”
“You just didn't seem like the cooking type.”
“If it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be.”
“Don't sell yourself short. You're good at this.”
“Thanks.”
Eddie smiled over at her, and she felt herself focusing on his lips. She couldn't let that happen, so she jumped up and grabbed their empty plates off the coffee table.
“Let me do the clean up,” she said as she headed towards the kitchen. “You cooked, so it's only fair.”
“Absolutely not.” Eddie moved to cut her off and blocked her from the sink. “You're the guest. I'm not letting you clean up the mess left behind by my cooking tornado.”
“I really don't mind,” she insisted.
“I'll never hear the end of it from my uncle if I let you clean up. He's used to coming home to my messes, so we don't have to worry about that right now.”
“Are you sure?” She eyed the dirty pots and pans on the stove. “It feels wrong to leave them there.”
“It's fine. I promise. You don't have to help clean up to earn your keep here. If that was the case, I would've been kicked out a long time ago. Just leave them for now.”
“Fine. But the second you're distracted, I'm doing those dishes.”
“I guess I've gotta keep myself fully focused on you then.”
“I guess so.”
“Wanna do something kind of stupid?” he asked.
“Depends on how stupid it is.”
“Put on your coat and shoes.”
Nancy quirked an eyebrow, but Eddie didn't allow her to question him. He just ushered her closer to the door before doubling back to grab a comforter from the closet. He took her outside and had her sit down on the edge of the stoop with him. He wrapped the comforter around their shoulders and held it closed in front of them to try and trap some extra warmth between them.
“Sitting out here is your something stupid?” she asked.
“Frostbite is no joke. Hence the comforter.”
The worst of the blizzard had passed but the snow was still falling in fat, fluffy flakes. The sky was dark, and there was a sense of calm washing over the trailer park. The only real light was from the stars.
“It's beautiful.” Nancy's voice was barely louder than a whisper as if she was afraid that her speaking would ruin the moment.
“I know.”
“Do you do this often?”
“Only when I need to think about something.”
“What are you thinking about now?”
“I don't know. That I like spending time with you, and I think you like spending time with me, too. That this is easy. That it feels right.”
Nancy was quiet again as she let his words wash over her. He was right. Spending time with him like this felt right. That's when she was hit by a somewhat startling realization.
“You cooked me dinner and wouldn't let me help or clean,” she started. “You took me out to your thinking spot to look at the stars. You called me beautiful . . . Was this a date?”
“Nah. This wasn't a date.” He turned to meet her gaze. “When I finally ask you out for real, you'll know.”
“So you're planning on asking me out?”
“As soon as I find the right moment.”
“And this isn't it?”
“You're stuck here for the night. It feels wrong to ask when you can't leave. Puts too much pressure on you to answer a certain way, and I don't want to do that to you.”
“Ask me tomorrow before I leave then?”
“I'll consider it.”
Eddie went to stand up and pulled Nancy up with him.
“Let's go back inside. I'll clean up the kitchen, and if you really wanna help, I'll let you dry the dishes. Then we can watch a movie or something. I'll even lend you some pajamas so you don't have to sleep in your jeans.”
“Sounds perfect.”
When Wayne came home from his shift, he found Nancy and Eddie snuggled up together fast asleep under the comforter on the couch bathed in the soft glow of the light from the television set. He microwaved his dinner - making sure to stop it without it dinging - and made his way back to Eddie's bedroom so he wouldn't disturb them. To him, it looked like his nephew had finally won over his dream girl.
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I'M DONE READING SKY'S EDGE!!
Just like a phoenix, Tsukasa will rise up again even if he falls a hundred times over, but I think it's okay for him to sit down for a while too.
Ngl it's funny how it feels like Tsukasa haven't gotten the memo that they're in their disbandment arc yet. Understandable, as the story is giving hints that he'll be the catalyst for the climax of WxS third storyline.
I was scared that Tsukasa might not get the role that he wanted from the event summary on Twitter, but I'm glad that he got it! And did he earn it too! It's really amazing that he managed to survive on water alone for three days while going to school, running for 10km and doing hours of warm-ups, and practicing for both the audition and his chicken role... Although I'm not sure if it's healthy. I've heard of actors doing ridiculous and reckless things to grasp a role, so I guess Tsukasa is only of those... And yeah, Tsukasa the perfectionist wouldn't stop at anything to perfect a role.
Heck, he even lied to Saki (and probs his parents) for three whole days?? An interesting thing to note is that apparently Tsukasa 'overshared' his trouble with Saki, but his expression doesn't even show his anxiousness. But of course, Saki always watches Tsukasa, so she knows something's up.
Back to the story, the others' 3rd rotation focus stories have been about their feelings about the future disbandment of WxS, and what actions they would take if that day arrives. However, Tsukasa has been thinking of his lack of skills since Pop in My Heart all the way to Sky's Edge. He's toying with that idea in Lion Dance Robot, but easily discards it because he's WxS chairman. However, his hunger for growth keeps growing stronger, and if no one satiates it there's a chance that he might consider leaving WxS again--for real this time.
Fortunately, Emu's brothers don't want to let one of their cash cows go just yet lol (I mean yeah, they feel gratitude for Tsukasa so they give this chance as well but you know... money is still money lol). They know that their tactic of letting WxS collab with Phoenix Stage for Phoenix Stage's 30th anniversary show is just prolonging the time (2-3 months at best), but now they're also thinking of how to make WxS keep working with them in the long term. Judging by Rui's little monologue at chapter 8, there might be a possibility where the three of them will work together to keep Tsukasa in WxS.
We know of the others' role models and inspiration (Emu's her grandpa, Nene's and Rui's were told in Mermaid and Revival respectively). While Emu's inspiration is the cornerstone of the first and second storyline, we know of Nene's and Rui's in the beginning of the third storylines. So I find it interesting that Tsukasa's inspiration will probably be told in WxS fourth rotation? Probably the end of this disbandment arc?? The flash to WxS main story prologue illustration may hint that we might see more of Tsukasa's childhood before and after he watched the show that changed his life, because he'll perform that same show as the character that his role model played in the past (most likely Tsukasa's fourth event focus).
Another thing, I like how the other WxS members in this event is shown to be more proactive in helping Tsukasa to grasp his role compared to back in Dazzling Stage. Sure, they still have the mindset of 'let's watch over him', but they're more... there? Rui made a robot to help Tsukasa (on Tsukasa's request), Nene taking care of Tsukasa's wounds, and Emu supporting Tsukasa when he was staggering, and everyone being there and never say anything about Tsukasa's tears? They were together with their chairman for every step. I guess their frustration on not being able to help Tsukasa in Dazzling Stage fueled them to be more forward in helping him in this event (also because they're worried by how reckless Tsukasa is with his own wellbeing if it's for making the best show... everyone, please take care of Tsukasa).
Also, I like how this story is telling us that Tsukasa is not a talented actor. He's charismatic, sure, but he's only a dime in a dozen of actors. All he has is his dedication and hard work to his craft, and even then he can't even see how far the peak is. More than that, the fact that he's able to use his negative emotions into something that will help him forward in the future is nothing short but inspiring. First, it was his loneliness and pain in Dazzling Stage, and now it's his frustration and helplessness in Sky's Edge.
I really love that Tsukasa's crying face isn't portrayed as beautiful---because it isn't. He's sad, he's frustrated, and he couldn't help but cry because he felt so powerless in front of an overwhelming talent. His face is scrunched up so much because he forced himself to see the ugly reality--that he's never as good as those who are talented than him.
But I think being able to look at your shortcomings and never avert your eyes from it is a talent itself. Not many people could be as strong as Tsukasa. He was able to do that without anyone's influence---all that strength is all him.
And his perseverance is rewarded--I seriously got goosebumps in chapter 8. The fact that he's using boku and not even ore in his inner monologue just shows how much Tsukasa managed to make Rio's role as his... At that time, he was Rio. And when the scene is over (btw Sakurako answering Tsukasa's heartfelt acting is very heartwarming), Tsukasa was still in a daze because I guess that's just how much he was 'into' his role.
And after it was announced that he does get that role, Tsukasa's first thought is not the satisfaction that he finally managed to get that role, but relief because he could see Emu''s, Nene's, and Rui's smiles---he's happy not because he managed to get his dream role in his dream show, but because he managed to answer their support and trust in him. He was able to grow so much because they were there with him--and I think this mindset will be important for the third storyline climax for sure.
I also think that this friend of Sakurako will show up in future WxS stories as Tsukasa's rival, but who knows lol.
The next event! Rui decides to move forward in his plan, and Nene is determined not to get left behind by Tsukasa's growth! I wonder which one will come first... (psst psst, Nene)
#pjsekai#proseka#project sekai#hatsune miku colorful stage#tsukasa tenma#tenma tsukasa#wonderlands x showtime#analysis#i really want tsukasa to bond with ena over their frustration lol#the shout-outs to tondemo wonderz and 88☆彡 in the story is very delightful#just like that recent sasakure.uk interview on tondemo wonderz#to show how bright the light is the darkness needed to be seen#and tsukasa has a lot of dark feelings but he always shine the brightest despite of them#the anticipated pierrot who will never be discouraged#hirose's voice acting is really amazing in this event story#i wanna write about tsukasa's inspirations and his feelings and possibly the relation to his card??#but maybe later#as you can see i have so many thoughts about this event
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Here's some Mob boys playing strip poker I wrote last week. I haven't edited it beyond basic robo edits.
This is probably rated more M than E. But people tell me I've become very bad at judging the explicitness of my own works. The sex is mostly a joint handjob, for now. Not sure if I should keep expanding this or just leave it as is.
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Gold hovered on the edge of Seto's vision. It drove him to utter distraction—that chain of interlocked links, as strong and sturdy as the thick pecs it rested between. It glinted when it swayed with the shifting body or bounced from deep, heaving breaths. If it wasn't that, it was something else.
Such as the soft flaxen strands curling around a strong jawline. Or the long stretches of exposed, tanned skin that his fingers itched to touch and sink his teeth into.
Slowly, Seto inhaled a fortifying breath. It took tremendous effort to tear his gaze from the man, the very naked man across from him, to focus on his cards.
It wasn't a shabby hand. He already had a pair of sixes before discarding.
His eyes flicked to the discard pile facedown on the coffee table. His mind raced as he recounted what cards were already removed from play, none of them included a six. He had a shot at four-of-a-kind, and then he could finally strip that gaudy gold chain from his companion. It could join the small pile of rings he already won off Katsuya, and their wristwatches sitting next to each other, a veritable his-his pair despite their mismatched styles.
That was where they started, each anteing their wristwatches as Katsuya dealt the first hand and summarily lost. Along the way, Seto lost his watch, his tie, his suit jacket, and his waistcoat. But he had gotten Katsuya down to nothing but his gold necklace. It figured the gangster would give up his underwear before his beloved accessory.
He peered up to watch Katsuya drain the last of his whiskey. Watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, seemingly taking the saliva from Seto's mouth at the same time.
Seto cleared his throat. "It seems you're fresh out of luck."
Katsuya smiled easily. "Already that sure you've won, huh?"
"You're down to your necklace. The odds aren't in your favor."
Unlike his companion, Seto could afford to lose a few hands. Victory was within his grasp. There was no question he loved to win. Court cases, arguments, billiards, even something as juvenile as strip poker—what mattered was proving his superiority. Did that make him a gracious winner? Of course not. But that never stopped him before.
Katsuya didn't mind, though. If anything, the man was subtly flexing his biceps. Perhaps he thought it would throw Seto off his game. While it made Seto's mouth dry, it wouldn't stop him from claiming his rightful victory.
"See, that's the thing about luck. It can turn at the drop of a dime. Bet," Katsuya purred as he toyed with his necklace.
"Call," replied Seto, voice and expression as hardened as steel.
He discarded three cards, and Katsuya discarded for four. He stared across the table at the other man. Katsuya didn't lack a poker face, technically. The man was consistently jovial and joking that it became difficult to determine when and if he had a good hand. Seto played in the opposite direction, using the professional face he'd cultivated over the years.
Mirth danced in Katsuya's amber eyes as he said, "Check."
Seto merely nodded and revealed his three sixes. Katsuya, however, boasted a flush.
Scowling, Seto ripped off his unbuttoned shirt to his lover's wolf whistle. "Your luck can't hold out forever," he snarled. Afterward, he knocked back the last of his drink and slammed the glass on the table.
"Heh, wanna bet on that?"
Oh, Seto intended to wipe that smirk off his face, one way or another.
Yet hand after hand, Katsuya won until Seto was left in nothing but his boxer briefs. Seto should probably be more irked at the sudden reversal of fortunes, but something hot caused his stomach to swoon.
Plus, he hadn't lost yet. In the end, the only hand that mattered was this final one.
Seto shuffled before dealing five cards each. Katsuya whistled as his eyes scanned his cards. Seto didn't react, no matter how obliquely the other man tried to goad one. Though he narrowed his eyes when Katsuya cheerfully declared he was keeping his hand as is.
The menace licked his lips before speaking, "This is it, babe. Gotta say it's been fun, though. We really should do this more often."
Shivers wracked through Seto as Katsuya's leer raked down his chest. He quickly recomposed himself and revealed his teeth in a sharp grin. "Yes, I'm happy to beat your pants off you any day."
Katsuya laughed. "Show me whatcha got, then."
"Full house." Seto jutted out his chin. His gaze was unflinching.
A pregnant pause before Katsuya fanned his cards across the table. "Straight flush. All hearts. I win."
Seto's jaw dropped. Dumb and sheer luck, that was the only explanation.
"C'mon, Seto, it's time to pay up."
Teeth gritted, Seto threw his cards down on the table. For several beats, they merely stared at one another, neither making a move. Until Seto rose to his feet, and without breaking eye contact, he slipped his thumbs into his waistband and tugged it loose from his hips. His underwear slipped down his legs and pooled at his feet, baring his completely nude body to his lover's increasingly ravenous gaze.
Katsuya sucked in a sharp breath.
Seto's skin crawled, but he refused to crumble under the weight of his lover's heated attention. "What? It's not as if you haven't seen me naked."
"Yeah"—Katsuya's muscles rippled as he climbed atop the table and clasped Seto's hip—"and it takes my breath away every fuckin' time. You're just too damn beautiful."
Seto found it equally difficult to tear his eyes off his lover. He visually traced the thatch of dark body hair that forested his toned torso, lingering on the defined brown nipples before moving on to his soft belly, then down to the half-hard cock rising between his legs.
The rugged masculinity weakened his knees and sent blood rushing south to his groin. He wanted to lose himself between the large, soft pecs or the thick thighs. Or have his lover's thick cock fill his mouth and throat. Seto shivered, recalling the countless times he'd rutted against Katsuya's stomach and that happy trail before drenching it with his release.
When his lover tugged him forward, he followed his lead, kneeling on top of the wood. He placed one hand on Katsuya's broad shoulder to steady himself, while his other hand twisted the gold chain in its palm. Katsuya's calloused hands skated across his skin to clasp the small of his back and the nape of his neck. Goosebumps erupted across his naked skin. His body tingled in all the best ways, even before Katsuya guided him into an ardent kiss.
Wood creaked beneath them but held as they deepened the kiss. Seto shuffled closer, but his knees almost slipped on the discarded cards. Katsuya's embrace kept him upright, but his lover chuckled before they broke apart. His breath heaved. A whine shriveled in his throat, but he longed to close the distance between them again.
Katsuya stoked the forge of his desires. Nothing could extinguish it.
Gently, Katsuya caressed his cheek and nipped his pouting lip. "Why don't we get more comfy?"
Seto nodded, mute and dumb, while Katsuya nudged him toward the nearby sofa. As soon as his butt settled on the cushion, his lover immediately straddled his lap. His faint gasp when they finally touched skin-to-skin was swallowed along with his mouth as Katsuya devoured him. The individual links dug into his palm, but he clung to the necklace, determined to not let Katsuya get away.
Everything Katsuya did with his mouth was filthy, from the words he said to the way he rolled his tongue and swept the muscle across Seto's palate. God, and the absolute confidence with which he used it to fuck Seto. Sometimes, he bit just shy of hard enough to break skin, and the resulting pleasure-pain scrambled Seto's brain without fail. But it was most devastating when he went slow, catching Seto's lip between his teeth, then soothed the swollen flesh with lazy sweeps of his tongue.
Seto was burning up. An unsightly desperation crawled underneath his skin. He wanted so much more, especially the thick cock that bumped against his abdomen. He tried to urge him for something faster and rougher, but Katsuya merely chuckled, using both his hands and his mouth to preserve a sensual and torturous pace.
"Katsuya," he panted. He bucked up against the hot body in his lap, whining when their hard cocks finally rubbed together. Yanking on the gold chain helped little. He simply lacked the leverage when Katsuya had him pinned so solidly against the couch.
Katsuya smiled against his lips before he planted two chaste kisses. Whimpers wormed out of Seto when a large hand gripped their cocks, lining them against each other from tip to root. Mindlessly, his hips bucked upward. Katsuya pumped. Heat coiled in Seto's groin. Before long, it spread to his spine.
"Harder," Seto demanded, breathless.
Katsuya squeezed. His callouses chafed against his dry skin, but Seto wouldn't change anything. Each rough stroke made his cock throb. It made Katsuya's erection pulse, too. Seto could feel the heat and every twitch as if it was his own. A thumb swiped over his glans, spreading the pre-come they were both leaking. Hastily, Katsuya coated their shafts with the fluid, adding a new dimension of filthy to their coupling.
"Fuck, Seto, you're making me lose my mind," muttered Katsuya.
With another harsh yank, he claimed Katsuya in a frantic, open-mouthed kiss. They were both unraveling, mouths smearing wetly together like their slick cocks. As they rocked together, the pleasure climbed ever higher. All that mattered was the searing heat, the wet squelch between them, and the breath they fed to one another.
Oh god, Katsuya's cock was so fat and full. Every centimeter of it was rubbing against Seto's skin. Almost felt as amazing as when his lover filled his ass with it.
Another squeeze, another clever twist—Seto came apart, moaning his lover's name. Katsuya answered him with a groan that rumbled from deep in his chest. His hand continued to move, now smearing Seto's semen on their cocks. Just as Seto approached the threshold of oversensitivity, Katsuya tensed. Every muscle under Seto's touch went taut, tight as rocks, before more hot wetness spurted into Katsuya's trembling fist.
Breaths heaving, they collapsed back on the sofa in one sticky heap. Seto's eyes slipped close while Katsuya nuzzled his neck. They flew open again when wet fingers pinched his nipple.
Unbidden, a moan tore out of him. "Katsuya."
Teeth grazed threateningly over the crook of his neck as Katsuya twisted his newly aching bud. Without thinking, Seto tossed his head back, further exposing his neck.
Katsuya lifted his head to catch his eye. Still fuzzy from his recent orgasm, Seto could only stare back in a daze.
His lover chuckled. "Oh babe, you don't think I'm done with you already? I wanna enjoy my winnings thoroughly."
Seto's pulse quickened. The promise of more dispelled the fog. Or drew him deeper into his haze of lust. "What do you intend to buy with tonight's winnings?"
Katsuya flashed a crooked grin before bending forward to nip at his jaw. "I already got you. You're everything I want."
Seto didn't muffle his wanton moan. He simply weaved his hands into Katsuya's hair and clung. For once in his life, he could learn to be a gracious loser.
#fic: In bed with the mob#yugioh#puppyshipping#violetshipping#joukai#my fanfiction#my wips#at some point we get bored of reading more smut right?#prose is stilted and i'm burnt out#coming out on the other side where nothing matters so whatever#nothing except playing Dave the Diver
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I take one AleRudy A/B/O Menu
With hurt/comfort, tiny omega Rudy, angry Alpha Alejandro and icky alpha Mateo
And a large amount of angst
And some extra hurt and good boy dog Ale
Please 🥺 I'm hungry
I love the added "please I'm hungry" like I'm a neglectful mom who only feeds you guys like once a day, also I'm surprised I haven't gotten abo for Mateo yet. TW for Mateo being gross and a piece of shit.
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Twins were perfectly identical. Most of them were the same assignment, and if not, their scents were complimentary of each other. Alphas tended to have stronger scents, where omegas tended to be sweeter.
If an alpha twin had a scent like leather and pine, you'd often have their omega twin smelling like cotton and mint. Granted, this wasn't the exact rule. But... that's how it ofyrn came out to be.
Females and males also tended to affect it a bit, since female omegas tended to be more floral, female alphas and male omegas tended to have sweeter smells, and male alphas often had more "woody" smells.
Fraternal twins often were different assignments and had completely different scents, though they would still compliment each other, regardless if they both ended up the same assignment or not.
None of this mattered, though, because Alejandro and Mateo were identical twins. Completely identical. Both looked exactly the same, save for a genetic mutation that gave Mateo blue eyes. Both were alphas, and both had the scent of cinnamon honey, which was uncharacteristically sweet for alphas, but Rodolfo had only ever thought it made Alejandro alluring.
His cinnamon honey scent had always coated Rodolfo, made it hard for him to want to do anything but sink deep into it, dissolve into it and live there.
Of course, even twins often led different lives. So, over the years, like appearances, scents would take on slightly different notes. As Alejandro got older and grappled with an alcohol problem, his scent had taken on a more alcoholic scent, intoxicating and oh so addicting.
Mateo's had become slightly floral. Rodolfo liked the scent, obviously he did since it was almost completely identical to Alejandro's, but it just didn't have that appeal of Alejandro's.
Even still, even with these differences, it was hard to tell. Even knowing that Alejandro had a scar on his face, where Mateo's skin was unmarked, even knowing that Mateo's eyes were unnaturally blue and Alejandro's were warm brown...
Sometimes, Rodolfo couldn't tell at first glance.
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Rodolfo smiled when Mateo came into the base. He was going to be staying with them for a bit, which Rodolfo was happy for. He considered Mateo a friend, though he wasn't nearly as close to him as he was to Alejandro, his boyfriend. He probably never would be, either. Alejandro hated Mateo, and while Rodolfo didn't quite get it, he would respect it and keep a small but healthy distance from the other alpha.
"Hi!" Mateo greeted, grinning. "It's so good to see you, Rudy!" He immediately hugged Rodolfo. Rodolfo did tense, worried Alejandro would see and get upset, but he just relaxed and hugged back. Mateo was his friend, he could hug him.
"Are you alright, Rudy?" Mateo frowned, probably picking up on the tenseness.
"Yeah." Rodolfo nodded. "Just... Alejandro. You know how he is." He smiled. "Come on, I had a room set up for you."
"Yeah, I do know how he is." Mateo huffed, shaking his head. "I'm shocked he even let me visit."
Rodolfo shrugged. "I didn't let him tell you no. You're my friend and you're his brother." He led Mateo to the room he'd set up, humming a little. "Sorry, I wish I could stay and catch up, but I do have things I need to do... But, I'll talk to you later, I promise."
Mateo did seem disappointed, but a moment later, he just relaxed and nodded. "Alright, Rudy. I'll see you later."
"See you!" Rodolfo nodded and then headed off. He went to Alejandro's office, since he had paperwork, and his boyfriend usually liked when he did paperwork in there. It was another way for them to spend time together.
"Hello, mi Sol." Rodolfo smiled when he came into the office, going over to Alejandro and kissing his cheek. Alejandro was looking over some reports, ones Rodolfo recognized from a few weeks ago. It was frustrating how many times they had to be gone over, but it had to be done.
"Hi, Rudy... How did my brother arrive?" Alejandro leaned up into the kiss before watching Rodolfo move back around the desk and sit down. Rodolfo did appreciate his clear attempt to keep his tone neutral.
Rodolfo shrugged, picking up a pen and starting to fill out the report. "Just fine, it seems. No worse for wear."
"Wonderful." Alejandro nodded, though his tone was too neutral for the word. "Well, I have paperwork for you, but it shouldn't take too long."
Rodolfo nodded, glad. That meant he'd have time to catch up with Mateo.
He ended up breezing through paperwork. When he was done, he got up, went around the desk, kissed Alejandro, and then said he'd be back that night. Alejandro sighed, softly. "Don't be up too late, mi Luna."
Rodolfo was grateful for the progress Alejandro had made. A couple years ago, he would have had to fight Alejandro to not be jealous of Mateo. "I won't be. I love you?"
"I love you, too." Alejandro nodded and then he let Rodolfo go.
Rodolfo relaxed and then left to go find Mateo, glad to see he was still in the room he'd had set up, getting unpacked. "I'm back. Alejandro didn't give me that big of a workload. I think so I could come back and hang out with you for a bit."
Mateo seemed shocked, but then he was shaking it off. "I wouldn't be shocked if he was just doing it so he could have the excuse to take all of your time, later."
"I mean, he has most of it." Rodolfo frowned. "He doesn't need to find excuses... Regardless, Alejandro isn't malicious like that..." He mumbled, wishing Mateo and Alejandro would just get along.
Mateo paused before sighing. "You're right. I'm sorry. Anyway, how have you been, lately?"
Rodolfo shrugged. "Tired, mostly. But overall... okay." He nodded, sitting on the small couch that came with the room. "What about you?"
"I've been okay. Missing my friend." Mateo shrugged. "But, overall, I've been okay."
Rodolfo smiled. “Well, we’re here now. Hanging out. So, it’ll be fine.” He nodded.
Mateo nodded. “I’m really glad to see you, again. It’s been too long.”
Rodolfo agreed, relaxing. “So how have you been lately?”
They ended up hanging out for most of the evening and then Rodolfo decided to go to bed. It was already a bit later than he knew Alejandro would have liked, which he did not express because he knew Mateo would have words about it.
He’d tried to explain that it was because Rodolfo was on treatment for some health issues and the medication made him spacey if he was too tired. Mateo thought Alejandro was being controlling but it was out of concern for his health, not control.
Besides, Rodolfo and Alejandro had agreed that Rodolfo wasn’t going to remember to take care of himself, so Alejandro was allowed to make those decisions. Yeah, their relationship was a bit more traditional, but wasn’t that Rodolfo’s choice to make? No, he wouldn’t quit the military for Alejandro, but he didn’t mind letting Alejandro make certain decisions.
Also, Mateo was constantly talking about wanting a little housewife so Rodolfo didn’t really understand why he cared. Mateo had always been open about wanting a more traditional mateship/marriage. Why was Alejandro different?
Regardless, Rodolfo just mentioned feeling tired, so he said good night and then left, going to his and Alejandro’s shared quarters. Well, shared was used loosely. Rodolfo had his own but he didn’t use it unless Alejandro was gone or busy.
Just like he had his own office, but again never used it unless Alejandro was gone or busy.
Alejandro was in the bathroom of the quarters (a commodity that both shamelessly were grateful for) shaving. Rodolfo got changed into his sleepwear, settling on one of Alejandro’s tee shirts that had gotten too stretched out for Alejandro to reasonably wear for missions.
Alejandro glanced over once Rodolfo was changed and smiled softly. “Hey… wasn’t expecting you to come back so early.”
“You told me not to be late.” Rodolfo shrugged, going and hugging Alejandro from behind. Moments like these reminded him how much smaller he was, compared to Alejandro. He definitely was not an omega that wanted to try to be bigger or masculine, despite being in the military. He was only there to keep Alejandro alive, anyway. He wondered where he’d be if he wasn’t there.
Alejandro shook his head, amused. “Doesn’t mean you listen.”
Rodolfo smiled. “I try to listen to you. If not because you’re my Colonel, then because you’re Alpha.”
Alejandro rubbed over his arms. “You don’t have to listen to me. But I’m glad that you try. I’m almost done here, if you want to go lay down.”
Rodolfo shrugged. “I’m happy, here.”
“Good.” Alejandro smiled at him in the mirror. “I’m happy wherever you are.”
Rodolfo just melted, nuzzling his back. “I love you…”
“I love you, too.”
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Mateo and Alejandro were arguing again. Rodolfo had been so excited that he’d even managed to get them to both agree to go to a dinner and now he was deeply regretting even trying.
He couldn’t even pick one to be mad at! Mateo had made a weird comment about their relationship, which was bad, but Alejandro had immediately gotten aggressive and angry about it!
So, now, he was sitting at this stupid table at a restaurant he was positive he wasn’t ever going to be able to go to, again, because this was embarrassing, listening to his boyfriend and his friend fighting over something stupid and wondering if he just left them there, would that be a fitting punishment.
He covered his face, completely frustrated.
He paused when he heard the noise completely stop a moment later and he looked through his fingers, seeing both were watching him. So, he pounced on the opportunity. “Are you both done or should we go so we’re not in public anymore?” He put as much anger and frustration as he could manage into glaring at them.
Both looked sheepish. “Sorry.” Alejandro murmured. “I think we’re done.”
“We are.” Mateo agreed.
Rodolfo shook his head. “Can you just pay the tab? I want to go home.” He mumbled.
Alejandro nodded, getting out his card. He paid while Rodolfo headed out to the truck they’d brought, getting into the driver’s side. As soon as Rodolfo was in the truck, he put his head on the steering wheel. He just didn’t understand why they couldn’t get along.
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Rodolfo was sleeping in his own quarters. After being thoroughly embarrassed at dinner, he didn’t really want to sleep with Alejandro. He just wanted to go to bed and sleep for a very long time.
He had done something in his office, real quick, and now he was heading back to his quarters. He paused at his door, seeing it was cracked open, and frowned. Odd.
He pushed open the door, carefully, and scented the air, relaxing when he was greeted with Alejandro’s cinnamon honey scent. “Ale, I said I was sleeping in my own bed tonight.” He muttered as he went into the room.
Alejandro was in Rodolfo’s armchair, watching him enter. “I just wanted to come and apologize.”
“I said I forgive you, but I still want to sleep in my own room.” Rodolfo shook his head, going to his closet to get his change of clothes out.
Alejandro was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry…”
Rodolfo made a frustrated sound. “What are you just not getting?? What’s not clicking?!” He snapped his fingers for emphasis and turned to Alejandro. “You completely fucking humiliated me in one of my favorite restaurants! I’m irritated with you!”
Alejandro stared at him and then his expression went dead neutral. Rodolfo frowned and shrank back, since that was a scary expression. He didn’t like that.
He watched Alejandro stand and then he was coming up to Rodolfo. Rodolfo looked up at him and then puffed out his chest, glaring at him. “I don’t want to share a bed with you, tonight.” Rodolfo reasserted. “Go to your own room.”
Alejandro’s expression hardened. “No.”
“What??” Rodolfo hadn’t quite been expecting that. Alejandro had never said no to something like this.
Alejandro softened and then sighed. “Look, I just don’t want you getting in your own head and… using this to tear yourself down. I know you blame yourself for the feud between me and my brother and I worry if I leave you alone… that you might continue to blame yourself.”
Rodolfo paused. He blamed himself? Well, he supposed it was his fault… Mateo wanted to be Rodolfo’s friend and Alejandro didn’t like that… that would make Rodolfo the catalyst. “I… I…” he wasn’t sure what to really say.
“See? There your head goes, spiraling again.” Alejandro shook his head and cupped Rodolfo’s face. “I don’t want it to go down a dark place.”
Rodolfo just melted and closed his eyes. “I… you’re right…” Alejandro was. If he wasn’t careful, his mind would dive deep into somewhere dark and he’d never get out of it. That’s what always happened. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Alejandro nodded, but Rodolfo didn’t think it was. Alejandro wasn’t calling him any sort of nickname, and he usually didn’t when he was mad.
Rodolfo looked down, feeling awful for upsetting Alejandro. Alejandro pulled his hand away. “Let’s go to bed, okay?”
Rodolfo relaxed and nodded. “Okay.” He climbed into bed, relaxing when Alejandro climbed in behind him and then he started to fall asleep.
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Rodolfo frowned when Alejandro was gone when he woke up. That wasn’t like him, especially since they both had set it so they’d work at the same time.
Regardless, he got up and got dressed, deciding to ask Alejandro about it once he got breakfast from the dining hall.
So, he went and got a quick breakfast from the dining hall and then headed to Alejandro’s office, knocking on the doorframe before going in. Alejandro was already doing work, which wasn’t surprising. “Hey,” a grin spread across Alejandro’s face when he looked up.
Rodolfo nodded. “Hi… why did you leave this morning?”
Alejandro frowned. “What do you mean? I didn’t leave, this morning. You said you didn’t want me to bed share with you.” Alejandro shook his head, frowning. “I wanted to respect your wishes.”
Rodolfo went quiet, now confused. No, he was positive. He remembered. The only explanation could be-
Alejandro seemed to make the realization as soon as Rodolfo did and Rodolfo didn’t even have a prayer of stopping him. He almost didn’t want to. Alejandro was up and away from his desk in barely seconds, already out the door.
Rodolfo did quickly follow him, hoping to keep Alejandro from killing Mateo, at least. “Alejandro-”
Several Vaqueros jumped out of the way as Alejandro strode past and they gave Rodolfo questioning stares but Rodolfo couldn’t give them an explanation if he wanted. The explanation was mortifying. He’d fallen for it… He’d let Mateo into his bed and even if they hadn’t had sex, this was terrifying enough. This was embarrassing.
He hoped Alejandro would forgive him… He didn’t know what he would do if Alejandro didn’t.
When they made it to the room Mateo was staying in, Alejandro didn’t even knock, just throwing the door open. Rodolfo didn’t go in the room, just standing in the doorway and watching Alejandro march in.
“What the fu-” Mateo started but was cut off by a swift punch to his face. “What the hell?!”
“How fucking dare you?! You motherfucker! I was willing to put aside your weird comments because Rodolfo wanted to be friends with you! But you went too fucking far! You spent the night with my omega. You deceived him!” Alejandro snarled at Mateo.
Rodolfo suppressed a shiver at the possessiveness of my omega. Now was not the time. “I… I don’t understand how he did it, I would have noticed his eyes.”
Alvarez suddenly shoved in the room past Rodolfo and Rodolfo jerked back, surprised. She marched right over to the nightstand and got out a little container. Rodolfo recognized it fairly quickly as a contact container. Alejandro still had his old one from before he’d given up wearing them.
Alvarez marched right back over to Rodolfo and opened the container. Mateo went silent, looking away. In the container were brown contacts. Rodolfo’s blood went cold. Mateo had so easily deceived him…
“I-” Rodolfo took the container and looked at the contacts. “I trusted him…” He felt so cold. “I thought you were my friend! I thought that’s all you wanted to be!”
“Of course not!” Mateo snapped. “You’re an omega! I always thought you were too good for Alejandro, even in high school! But you barely looked at me. Until… Until I started to act like him.” Mateo jerked his thumb in Alejandro’s direction. “It was so easy, too. He’s so easy to emulate. Just act like I was overcompensating, which I’m sure he was…”
Rodolfo looked down at the contact case. So… Mateo had done it before… He’d just wanted friends.. He’d never really had friends other than Alejandro and when they’d gotten together, he’d had no friends.
He had no friends. Mateo had been lying. “How many times did you lie?” He asked, hating how embarrassingly small his voice came out.
Mateo went silent and Alejandro grabbed his collar, yanking him up. “He asked you a question.”
“I don’t fucking know.” Mateo growled. “I lost count. Like I said, it was so fucking easy. You give him any amount of attention and he goes crazy for it. I could make him do anything I wanted. Hell, I did. I accomplished something you never could.” Mateo grinned.
Alejandro narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“I got him to give oral.” Mateo snorted. “Was so easy, all I had to do was-”
Rodolfo felt sick, immediately. He felt violated. Mateo had known why he was uncomfortable doing that! He’d known what had happened to him!
He ran out of the room, not wanting to hear anymore, and found a trash can, puking into it. He ignored the questions of concern from the nearby Vaqueros who had been nosy and were listening, just hunching over the trash can and sobbing. This was mortifying. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen for it so easily. Alejandro wouldn’t forgive him… He shouldn’t.
He jerked up at a thud and looked back just in time to see Mateo fly through the doorway of his room, hitting the wall. “Go ahead.” Alejandro growled as he came out of the room, crouching down. “Report me. I promise you won’t be able to see by the end of the week. I don’t care that you’re my brother, I will fucking end you if I ever see your fucking face again. And trust, if you ever lay a hand on my omega again, I will rip your legs off and beat you to a bloody pulp with them.”
Mateo stared up at Alejandro, looking almost shocked, and then Alejandro stood, gesturing. “Get him the fuck out of here.” He told Alvarez.
“Gladly.” Alvarez seemed almost relieved. “Good fucking riddance, sir.”
Alejandro snorted and shook his head, shaking his hand out, before turning to Rodolfo.
Rodolfo looked down, trying to shrink himself. When Alejandro came over, he took a breath. “I’m sorry…” He mumbled. “I should have- I should have been smarter, I should have paid more-”
“Sh… It’s not your fault.” Alejandro hugged him and kissed his hair. “I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at that bastard.”
Rodolfo sniffled and just melted, glad Alejandro wasn’t angry at him. “You forgive me?”
“Rudy, there’s nothing to forgive.” Alejandro murmured. “You don’t deserve that, I promise. We’re taking the rest of the day off.”
Rodolfo nodded a bit. “Okay…” He sniffled and looked up at Alejandro. “I’d like that.”
“Come on, mi querido…” Alejandro started to tug him away.
Rodolfo hesitated before following, relaxing more and more as they moved away.
#mateo cod oc#alejandro vargas#alejandro cod#rodolfo cod#rodolfo parra#rodolfo x alejandro#call of duty#alejandro x rodolfo
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Defending Ben 10 Alien Force Season 3 With My Life!
(An analysis of Ben's character and why I find it consistent up to this point)
This essay thingy is part one of a bigger project where I rewatch all of Ben 10 and look back on the series. A sort of retrospective.
Originally I wanted to watch all the shows, and then write one big post. But I decided to do it in parts to make it easier. And since the final season of alien force is largely hated, I thought I should focus on it specifically (since I have very different opinions than everyone on this).
Now when starting I did expect to see Ben's character be inconsistent, going from classic, to alien force, to season 3 of alien force. That is the popular opinion online and the one I had as a kid. Ben goes from childish kid, to mature teen, to an even more childish kid.
So I'm sure a lot of people are going to be shocked when I say that not only do I completely disagree with this perspective, I found Ben's character strangely consistent through both shows and I think he only becomes more nuanced and interesting by the end.
First I think most people who say Ben is either childish, or mature, or a psychopath, don't really know what these words mean, or don't even understand how Ben's character traits work.
(the psycho thing we'll get to in the next post since we haven't gotten to ultimate alien yet)
Does being mature mean you can't be petty or selfish sometimes? Does having negative traits automatically make you a child? This is the kind of flaw in ben 10 discussion I have noticed with this rewatch, we associate bad traits with regression and good traits with development. But that is very shallow way to look at fiction. Characters can have more than one trait, they can even have conflicting traits. And character development can also include negative development.
I think Ben's maturity is something that's greatly overstated, because his personality in Alien Force is a trait he has shown in the classic series many times. And by boiling him down to childish and mature Ben, it takes away a lot of the nuance he has as a character.
So enough about that, let's go back to the beginning.
Ben 10 (the original show)
The start of the series shows us that Ben is a kid who just wants to sit back and enjoy life, but hates bullies and wants to help others. And also he really loves his grandpa (this is a clue that will help us later).
Throughout the first season Ben struggles with being a hero. He struggles to differentiate helping people selflessly, and helping people because he gets a kick out of it. For a 10 year old his behavior is very realistic. Of course he wants to be seen as a big shot and be validated for his actions.
It isn't until Max is hospitalized that Ben finally realises the dangers of the world he's in. That's when we see Ben drop the hero act and turn into a scared kid. We see him at his most vulnerable. The first look at the real Ben.
Ben and Max fight a lot in the original show, but despite that Max is probably the most important person in Ben's life. Even more than his parents. And I think it's largely because Ben wishes he can be more free like his grandpa. Living in an rv and going wherever you want. So losing Max for 10 year old Ben is the worst thing that can happen to him. He not only looks up to grandpa Max, he idolises him and wants to follow in his footsteps. Which becomes more obvious once Ben finds out about the Plumbers. And now season 2 is about Ben becoming an even bigger hero.
The first season definitely has the most consistent narrative of the classic series. I think Ben doesn't really learn much until the movie. He does learn to be closer with his family, but there's no real challenge for him like the first season. People will say this is the show recycling his character arc, which I sort of get, but it's not the same to me. Ben isn't being challenged on the same level, he's just going through episodic cartoon plots. A lot of it isn't serious so Ben isn't really being serious. To him he's the cool alien with a badass grandfather and can solve any problem. It's all a fun adventure to him.
Even when he meets his future self the message is that Ben being a kid and having fun is what makes him Ben. It's future Ben who has to learn to have fun and be a kid again. A clever twist on the time travel trope.
Despite that Ben is shown to be more responsible with the hero stuff. He tries to help others not just by literally saving their lives, but also talking to them, or standing up to villains. Kevin being the best example. Ben tries to befriend him many times, but will also risk his own life to stop Kevin from hurting Gwen. Which at the moment Ben didn't even have the Omnitrix at the end of season 2. We see that despite being a kid he's also gotten braver.
Another note, Gwen and Ben have a pretty good relationship from the start. While they do fight it's never anything serious, they're just being kids and fooling around. The kind of childish arguments you forget in an hour. Yet they're very close and love goofing around together. You can tell that they care for each other despite the petty banter.
Of course once we get to the secret of the Omnitrix (the true ending of the first show imo) Ben's character is finally given its conclusion for the classic series. Here Max's role is swapped with Tetrax, Ben looks up to Tetrax in a similar way, and while Tetrax is friendly, he's also the guy who really knows how to get Ben to reflect on his actions. Once Ben thinks he has lost Gwen he is back to the scared vulnerable kid. We see all his aggression, how he blames himself, how all that weight is really hard for him to process at such a young age.
What's even better about this is how the movie starts with Ben causing trouble for Gwen and they get in a fight. But Gwen still sneaks into Tetrax's ship to help Ben. So losing Gwen is not only him losing his cousin. Ben's losing someone he felt responsible for. He's failing Gwen, himself, and grandpa Max all at the same time.
Of course Gwen is alive but it doesn't change that Ben has finally opened up about his insecurities and we finally get a full look into his inner self. Which brings us to...
Alien Force, the show that made Ben mature (or did it?)
Now remember everything I said about his character? Now think about the plot of alien force. Ben realises his grandfather is missing, there's an alien conspiracy that his grandfather entrusted him to solve, and even an old foe is there he needs to ally with.
Ben is essentially forced to take up the role of grandpa Max in the story. And for a 15 year old that's a lot of pressure to take.
I'd say Ben's character shift for Alien Force is not only organic, it's the natural follow up to his character arc in the classic show. As someone who's always seeking validation now finally being put in a position where he has to be the person he always looked up to. Sure the stakes were high in classic, but Max (and Tetrax) was always there to help and give Ben motivation.
There's an aura of tension early on as Ben still doesn't even trust Kevin. He doesn't understand the new Omnitrix or the new aliens. He has to watch max die and still keep his cool. Because he was trusted this role and can't let Max down.
I don't think Ben matured, he was forced into a role of being the mature adult at 15.
Even Ben's parents are mad at him for doing all this. As they should because Ben is still a kid. He shouldn't be risking his life. He should literally be at the club. The first thing he does before he puts on the Omnitrix again is talk to Gwen. Because he needs her help. And Kevin. Later from other plumber kids too. He isn't doing it all by himself, and he understands that he can't do it alone to an extent. But despite that there's still that urge to be the leader. The one who has to be in charge all the time. He wants to prove himself after all.
Ben's ability to befriend others, is ultimately his strongest trait in the first 2 seasons. It's what ends up saving the universe after all. Something that wasn't all that present in the original show, but can be seen through characters like Kevin, who Ben tried to help many times. And now he's his best ally.
A lot of this is very subtle, and some of it might even be my own interpretation of the story. I don't know if the writers intended all this nuance I'm describing. It is only interesting to look back and analyse it.
The mystery and the slow lumin threat of the highbreed is a good plot for Ben's arc of taking up responsibility. It's something he can't directly solve as easily as in the classic show. Where in the classic show any problem he faced was over in 1 or 2 episodes. All mystery was behind the scenes with him not being aware.
But now it's different. The mystery comes crashing into him. He literally got a football medal the same day he found out his grandfather has went missing because of a secret alien invasion that's been going on for a long time. Again the pressure he's put under comes at him suddenly and he has to adjust to it all in the moment. He's 15 years old.
And despite all odds Ben comes through and stops the invasion, saving the entire galaxy. With the help of all the people he befriended of course. Ben finally proved himself to his grandfather and to the entire universe that he is worthy of being a hero. In the classic series he showed he was a hero, but was still a kid who had learning to do. But now he proved he can stand on his own as a man at age 15.
So naturally Ben took a break.
The part where I shamelessly defend season 3 with my life
The shift for season 3 is off (especially when the first episode starts with an argument we have no context for) and I understand some of this was a mandate, yet I love it. It's a strange shift at first until you start to think what is actually going on in Ben's head.
He finally did what he always wanted to achieve. Become a great hero like his grandfather. The galaxy loves him. And all that validation is more than enough to tell him to relax for now.
Ben had to take a break after all the pressure that was placed on him. He needed a break. He needed to be a teenager again who watches cartoons and has fun. It's important for his mental health after all.
Of course this is a cartoon and he isn't real. But this analysis isn't about that, it's about trying to understand what kind of person Ben is.
Still i do not see how Ben is stupid or childish in these episodes. Relaxed and silly yeah, but in a teenager way, not a 10 year old Ben way. With the gold poop episode for instance I went in expecting to hate it, but now I love it. It's a decent mystery, and Ben's chill attitude makes sense for the situation. It's a celebration and Ben loves to party. Of course he'd be silly with the little aliens.
What I have noticed however is despite Ben being relaxed he's still pretty clever and mature throughout season 3. His quick thinking is actually a major part of this season. With it being directly referenced and even being how he saves the day at the end of the season. I did not expect the show to directly point out Ben's most useful trait and then focus on it durring what's basically his downfall arc.
To reference a few times Ben does this in this season:
In the vreedle episode, Julie emergency calls Ben and Ben shows up seconds later. He didn't wait to think, he arrived as fast as possible once finding out she's in danger.
In the episode where Ben is trapped in the null void without the Omnitrix, we see him actually surviving and doing smart things like covering himself in mud so he won't get spotted.
In the plumber kids episode, Ben is playing the role of the villain mastermind and he has to quickly adapt to the situation and train these kids while not breaking character.
In Charmcaster's debut episode, Ben calls out Kevin for not trusting Gwen. Ben being the mature one in this situation.
We see Ben hasn't changed at all from previous seasons. Season 3 having some of his best moments even. What has changed is the context and circumstances of his actions. He's trying to stay cool and simple because he wants to live his childhood stress free, even if the universe keeps calling him back over and over again, he wants to stay a kid. And that's interesting. We haven't seen that in ben yet. In the classic show he was trying to be a big hero. But now he's tired of all that weight on his shoulders.
Unfortunately the universe keeps calling for his return. The moment Ben tries to relax Vilgax is back. He has taken over 10 planets. And has killed the galactic enforcers trio (they are 100% dead he literally killed 3 side characters just like that). And Ben of course does the reasonable thing and tries to hack the Omnitrix yet again. With horrible results.
People try to use this as an example of Ben being dumb but you gotta realise he's panicking and not thinking straight, and the result is him causing a mess for himself and Kevin. The show is aware Ben is in the wrong here and his actions have consequences. The rest of the season will spend its time exploring Ben's actions and how his quick thinking is both his strongest weapon, as well as his biggest flaw.
Anyway the fight with Vilgax is brilliant and really shows how much Ben had grown. With the return of Diamondhead being both nostalgic and a great way to show his growth. As well as giving Ben another victory that increases his huge ego.
But I must also mention the visuals being beautiful themselves. Season 3 of Alien Force has a subtle upgrade in visuals that I never see mentioned. Everything is more colorful, backgrounds more interesting, the animation more smooth, and the storyboarding is simply wonderful. Don't know why people never talk about this. I guess it will ruin the narrative this is the worst season ever made because of like 4 boring episodes. But I digress.
Still apparently people hate this fight too and claim this scene RUINED Vilgax. How? The only argument I see is he got defeated too easily which.. Have you watched the classic show? Vilgax gets defeated in one single episode by a 10 year old. Vilgax is actually stronger in Alien Force if anything. I don't get how this ruined him at all.
Don't get me wrong. I also prefer his original design and personality. I think this was a poor choice to change him so drastically when the point was bringing back an old foe. But that doesn't mean he's weak. He's clearly stronger. He does a good job fighting Ben. And has even killed 3 characters that you'd expect wouldn't die considering they showed up in a ben 10k episode.
(remember when I said I will be fighting for my life here? I wasn't kidding)
The rest of Season 3 is very episodic ,which is an interesting shift from the previous 2 seasons since they didn't have to make it like this. They had more episodes this time too and cartoon network wasn't against plot or lore. So I'd say this was more of a creative choice than a mandate. Ben's more relaxed so we go back to less world ending threats. Which is good imo because the best standalone episodes are in this season.
Notably Gwen and Kevin get a good focus here (even Julie who should have been the 4th member). With Gwen's best episode so far is in this season. We get more character development for the other 3 protags. And it's very much needed.
Gwen I think didn't get much in the first 2 seasons. She did feel a bit of a downgrade from her classic self. Now however her rivalry with Charmcaster is back, she has her magic, and she has one of the best episodes in the season. The time travel episode is beautiful both visually and naratively, not to mention it's basically writen like a Doctor Who episode, and you gotta love that. But what I love more is how we see Gwen making a huge mistake. Gwen so far hasn't been writen with flaws, unlike Ben and Kevin she isn't given as much depth. So to have an episode that gives Gwen time to make a mistake and fix it, while showing all the effort she'd go through to help Kevin. It was very much needed. Her character deserves more moments like this.
Julie's relationship with Ben is given a bit of drama but in a way where they do communicate and aren't in anyway toxic. I hear this is when their relationship fell off but I don't see it. Their arguments are something Gwen and Kevin often have too and are only there to strengthen their bond. Julie definitely needs to be characterized outside being Ben's girlfriend though, but she's never in a position where she's just Ben's girlfriend. If anything her friendship with Gwen is given more spotlight. Her last appearance for the season being her hanging out with Gwen. Julie definitely deserved to be more than just a side character.
On the other end Kevin gets a huge upgrade with his story line being imo significantly better than what they originally had planned. Originally the story was going to have Kevin turn evil and I am grateful they saved that story line for a later season while this one builds up to it more organically. Here we see how desperate and insecure Kevin is. He even goes back to his more evil self at times. But never too much. His badness is due to his circumstances. He wants to turn back to human. He gets angry. He doesn't trust Gwen. He teams up with villains. But all because he's being pushed into being vulnerable rather than him turning evil suddenly. It's a good small arc that builds up to something bigger later.
As you can see I value character flaws as much as their positive traits. To me a character is less interesting if the story avoids giving them a human element. That's why the character assassination of Ben Tennyson that people talk about to me is one of the best things to ever happen to him.
One episode I HATED as a kid, but now love is the one where the gang go to an alien planet to solve a conflict between 2 identical armies. Kid me hated this because Ben kept messing up and there was no solution in the end. Now however I see the political genius that it is.
While I think this was meant to parody the political system of the US (one group being red and one blue doesn't make it all that subtle), i think the other message I got from it is showing the problems with white saviorism. Ben comes to a planet he has zero political understanding of, and decides he knows how to solve all their problems and can save the day in like 3 hours. Of course he won't and of course he'd end up making things worse.
If you're expecting things to actually be solved and characters to make logical and satisfying actions then this episode is definitely one of the bad ones. But for me, someone who likes to see how characters mess up and the story to collapse on them I really found this episode enjoyable. It's also just very funny. Ben comes off as very comedic to me in his attempt to be helpful and reasonable. He's not being immature but he's being very self centered and too up his own ass to notice that he's coming off as a dick.
I think that's what this season is focusing on. Not Ben becoming immature or childish as like a singular character trait he switches to. No, what the season is telling us is despite Ben being a great hero and a quick thinker, he's also easily able to fall into the arrogant asshole type if he doesn't control himself.
In the ghostfreak episode we even see how despite being his quick thinking self, he doesn't trust Gwen and Kevin as much as before. His ego is getting to him and others are taking notice.
Ben's behavior to me comes off as very realistic. I cannot hate a character who's flawed in a way that a real person is flawed. I don't see a switch in personality. I see one person displaying their traits in different ways depending on the scenario they are in.
So why people hate this season so much I will never understand.
Anyway let's talk about the worst episode in alien force.
Primus
Okay people you're right about this one. Primus sucks. It's bad. It's meaningless. It's confusing. And it's counterproductive for what it's trying to do. Honestly it feels like a rough draft of an episode before they actually start writing it.
Ignoring the fact that the concept itself is flawed, there's no time given to even show us Primus or make us understand it. And it ruins Vilgax's arc by giving him the Omnitrix WAY TOO EARLY. It kind of ruins the finale too since Ben giving the Omnitrix away is part of the climax of this season. Both Vilgax and Azmuth are pretty dumb this episode and it's weird watching them here. Vilgax is a bit better until he gets the Omnitrix and becomes dumb for no reason. Couldn't they just make it so Ben is the one with the key to activate the Omnitrix? Azmuth also what do you mean you turned into Rath to fight Vilgax instead of like way big? Ben isn't dumb in this one though. His trick to get back the Omnitrix is smart even though the way it was written is dumb. And we do get to see him vulnerable after losing the Omnitrix. Still this episode should have been replaced with something better and the show would have been better off for it.
This episode is brought up often because it is the weakest and if it was your impression of the season you'd think it's bad too. I don't even think Vilgax is bad this season but he definitely is poorly writen here.
So yeah this episode is very bad. Like couldn't they have replaced this with an extra Tetrax episode? That man deserves it.
Oh right Tetrax
Tetrax episode is peak fiction and I don't care about the haters. I'd argue it's one of the best episodes in the series and the fact we never got a follow up is baffling.
For starters Tetrax is Ben's real dad. Let's be real. He fills the same role as grandpa Max and so Ben has the urge to prove himself to him. That's why watching Ben fulfill the propercy of the diamondhead people and save Tetrax's planet is one of the most satisfying moments in the series for me. Tetrax destroyed his planet. He made a huge mistake that Ben could have easily made if he didn't have a mentor figure. And now once he sees he has an opportunity to bring everyone back he goes straight to shattering Ben into pieces with no explanation. (Tetrax pretty much is Ben without grandpa Max if you think about it)
This episode is a meme for the Jesus bits. but it works. It's good lore. And it's a great conclusion to a character arc and storyline.
The fact this episode is a follow up to Tetrax origin and incorporates a new alien into it is really smart. Obviously they didn't plan this at first so it's great when things work out like that.
It works as a Vilgax episode too because we see how big of a threat he is. Everyone's struggling to fight him, even Tetrax and Ben. He's not some pushover as people claim.
But more importantly Ben redeems Tetrax by saving the diamond people and that's something he wouldn't be able to do if he's some dumb kid. Ben is a true hero again in this episode. He sees what the threat is and he solves it with his quick thinking and courage. And I think it's thanks to Tetrax's presence that Ben is back to the more serious role, because he wants to prove himself to him.
(if only Tetrax had a bigger presence)
And now the ending
The ending is what made me want to take a different look at this season before rewatching because I remember how cool the Azmuth and Ben scene was. On a rewatch i was not disappointed.
For starters animation was really good and the fights with Albedo specifically were choreographed well. Kevin and Gwen were even using their powers in a unique way.
Then we have Vilgax weakening Ben by taking away Gwen and Kevin. Seems simple at first, but when you think of the narrative of this season you realise it's about making Ben vulnerable both physically and mentally.
And once Ben loses the Omnitrix he has a full mental breakdown and this entire sequence is one of the best moments in Ben 10 ever. The way he runs off into the forest. The small chat with Gwen. How he begs Azmuth for help. The little mutual understanding at the end of their argument. It's peak fiction at its most peak fictionest.
For the entire season Ben tried to relax, he tried to be more straight forward, not looking for others for help. But now he's back at being the vulnerable kid he was at the start of the entire series. And I think it's not just that he lost his powers that's hurting him, but that he's also taking out all the pressure he had building up inside. And now he's asking for others to help him.
This moment makes this season work for me. We see a deconstruction of sorts of the kind of person Ben is. Not mature or immature. But this kid who wanted validation until the pressure was too much for him. He tried to act cool like nothing happens. But then he messes up and he's the one who needed to be saved.
This emotional moment was what Ben needed to come up with a genius plan. Go to Vilgax's ship and activate the self destruct feature of the Omnitrix. Honestly I forgot about this part on my rewatch so it came out of nowhere for me. Ben making a bomb threat as his great 4d chest move? You just gotta love that. Remember he's got nothing on Vilgax right now. Vilgax can easily kill him. So for Ben to confidently come in and threaten to blow up the Omnitrix, that he cares about too, it takes courage.
If there's one thing I'd change about the ending it's bringing back Tetrax. He seemed like he would be a part of this and it would have probably mad the mental breakdown of Ben Tennyson more impactful if Tetrax was there too. Or maybe I love this minor character a bit too much. Maybe way too much I admit.
Conclusion
For me what sells season 3 of Alien Force is Ben's character downfall that builds up to this ending. It's not just that he becomes dumb and then is told to stop being dumb. It's that he's struggling in the role of hero. He's struggling to be both the serious badass and a goofy kid. And letting go of the responsibility and trying to act normal only created a different kind of pressure.
Ben for me is a character who was forced into a role he wasn't prepared for and we get to watch how that affects him. Naturally he will have shifts in how he acts. His environment will affect his behavior. That's just life. That's what being a teenager is like. You're always gonna be screwing up in one way or another. Ben's flaws in season 3 aren't about him being childish. He's not dumb or less mature. Ben still does smart things and is shown to care about Gwen, Kevin, Julie, Tetrax, and everyone that comes to his aid.
And of course his ideas and actions aren't always good. They can be stupid or selfish. And that's also fine. Because he's only human. And his humanity is what makes him Ben. Take that away and he'd grow up to become the Ben 10k who refused to transform back to human.
Most of this is my interpretation of events. Other people watching will have different takes. And that is fine. I'm fine with knowing I'm like one of 10 people who loves season 3 of alien force. I'm just here to write a different perspective and hopefully it will encourage more deeper readings of Ben 10 as a series. But mostly I'm fine knowing someone else read all this. So thanks for getting this far.
See you next time when I will be breaking down the neoliberalism of shadow the hedgehog the video game.
/jk
/or am I?
#zone analysis#Ben 10#Ben 10 retrospective#Alien force#Season 3 is good#Tetrax should have appeared more though#Long post
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Hey Nina 💜,
I was wondering about 🌀❄️🌩️ for the writer asks.
Hope you're having a beautiful day!
Hi Sophia, I hope you're having a wonderful day too!!
🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...
Simply because @bigalockwood shared her end of the deal... (like hers, I am writing summary right now, no other part of this fic exists yett but... it will. this summary is a lot less long though so i apologize if you expected more sakldgj)
If there's one thing you can be sure about when it comes to a Simon Eriksson music video, it's that Wille's going to be in it, one way or another.
Or: despite growing protests of directors and producers, Simon and Wille do everything in their power to get Wille a cameo in every. single. music video
❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.
okay i took the longest time debating over what to share and mostly, whether im not plugging this fic that won't go up for months too much but.... have the first few passages of a fic that i'm way too excited about
“I’m going to the Oscars, of course I’m going to bring my best friend as a plus one.”
The video cut to a shot of Felice Ehrencrona, former-actress-turned-food-influencer, walking arm in arm with former Crown Prince Wilhelm, laughing at some joke the audience wasn’t privy to. Simon scrolled past it, onto the next video, the same trend but a different person. “I’m an older sibling, of course”. He closed the app, choosing to stare out the window, watching the LA skyline pass by instead.
Why the Oscars thought it a smart idea to also start inviting influencers, despite the backlash other award shows like the Grammy’s and even the MET gala had received over doing exactly that, was beyond him.
It’s not like anyone actually cared enough about them, and people would only complain about it online.
Plus, what right did they have to be there? It was an award show for actors and actresses. And sure, Felice had done some acting gigs in the beginning of her career, but that was years ago. Inviting influencers took the whole prestige out of it. And to bring the former crown prince with her on top of that? Ugh.
Simon already found it hard enough that he had to deal with actual celebrities who’d probably manage to complain about every minor detail, and now he had to deal with influencers as well? Who somehow had gotten the thought in their head that they were even better than anyone else?
And not to mention a former crown prince, who probably had everything that ever happened to him, every opportunity, just handed to him on a silver platter, and who had never been told no or what he could or couldn’t do.
Maybe Simon should also hop on the trend.
“I’m going to be working at the Oscars, of course someone is going to yell at me because I brought them a regular coke instead of a diet.”
What a glamourous life he had.
🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.
Simon sat down on the couch next to Wille, the widest grin possible on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. “I met someone. And I’m pretty sure he’s the one.”
“You said that about the previous guy. And the guy before that. And the guy before that.”
“Yeah, but this time I’m sure of it.” Simon fell back against the couch cushions, and ran a hand through his black curls. “He’s sweet, and considerate, and incredible in bed. I mean the way he–“
“Okay, okay, I do not need to hear you go on about your sexual escapades again, please. Where did you meet him?”
Simon’s hand got stuck in his curls, and he blushed. Actually blushed, and that’s how Wille knew the answer.
“Please don’t say the club.”
Simon didn’t reply.
“Simon, we talked about this. Not every guy you fuck is the one.”
Come ask me about WIPs! (and i have too many so repeats are fine)
#i have like . 2 wips im actually working on versus a bunch of wips that are just a few paragraphs#so there are only a few things i can actually pull answers from
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Utsumi TV guide A stars vol 1 interview
This is a really long interview and I'm just going to do a summary of new things mentioned in this interview.
The interview starts with Utsumi talking about the infinity week event and how she talked from behind the stage because Kobayashi wasn't there and she wanted to make it fun for people. She says it was nice to see everyone excited about season 2 and the OVA.
She says the reason the S course ends in an abandoned factory is because they needed to think of a place that Langa could do a backside rodeo (the trick he does at the end of ep 1) and they decided that was a good place for it and so it influenced the whole course. There are multiple routes people can take so it's interesting too. It's not based on a real place. The conveyor belt that Langa uses for the jump in the first ep isn't shown clearly where it is so they didn't have to draw it in the scene every time and have it get in the way.
Since Reki and Langa are normal and Adam and Shadow wear crazy costumes they designed Cherry and Joe to try to balance them out or it would just seem like Adam and Shadow were weird cosplayers
She talked in a previous interview about how this story is all about male friendships and the interviewer asks about that and about Reki and Langa and their fight etc and Utsumi says that their fight lasted so long because it makes you feel how important their friendship is and it makes it even stronger when they make up, but it's not just friendship, she believes that it's also that they also acknowledge each other as rivals and their race scene at the end of ep 12 is proof of that.
The interviewer tries to ask about the friendship between the adults and she's like "I was mainly focused on Reki and Langa, that was all Ookouchi".
Utsumi says that the CEO of bones told her that this is the first time he's seen a 1 season original anime have so much hype about it over a whole year after it was made and he's been in the industry for a few decades so it made her really happy to hear him say that and she's happy that everyone is so passionate about this anime
She says there's a plan for season 2 but the OVA isn't really decided yet and since the OVA isn't decided yet season 2 isn't finalized yet either.
She says all she can really say is that the OVA will probably be a short story since OVAs are limited in time, and they haven't really decided yet but season 2 will probably be not long after season 1 with maybe a small time gap.
The interviewer says personally they'd like to know more about Joe and Cherry in high school and what happened with shadow after the end of ep 12 and Utsumi says Joe and Cherry's past would be interesting... and she came up with a story for how Cherry got his lip piercing but everyone rejected it.... but what happened with shadow and his boss (and if that was really her BF) will be in season 2.
The interviewer then asks about ADAM at Langa's party at the end up ep 12 and Utsumi says that the scene was designed to show that ADAM had returned to how he was before and that skating with Langa had reminded him of the fun of skating but she really doesn't want ADAM to change either. So they hadn't really thought about how their relationships would be at that point and she's only really thought about if after she's gotten questions like this. They'd probably have different conversations with him that they've had with him up until now. "I think we might see that in the continuation!? (lol)" also it's the first time we see ADAM during the daytime so his outfit is really red.
The interviewer asks if there were places they found during location hunting that they didn't get to use in season 1 that they still want to use and she says there was this huge tree they wanted to use that would be around Reki's house that they probably played around ask kids etc and they thought about shoving it in their fight scene but decided it would be too weird so they didn't use it. There was also a shopping district will probably be used in season 2.
That's pretty much it. It ends with her saying that while it might be a long wait she hopes people can wait patiently while having fun imagining what could come as they wait.
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Rebels Rewatch: "Through Imperial Eyes"
Spy antics, infiltrations, and endless stress holy crap.
Obligatory live reaction version. Be forewarned there's a lot of incoherent screaming in that one.
IIRC from the Rebels Recon for this episode they had briefly considered doing the whole episode as a POV shot from Kallus, which would have been cool and interesting and very artistic as a narrative decision but which they probably realized very quickly would have been a crapton of work they'd never finish on time.
So a bit of a compromise with this opening shot here, still getting across the pun, as we are literally looking through an Imperial's eyes.
Poor man looks exhausted.
They still haven't started strip mining the planet surface just yet. That wouldn't happen until right when the factories were ramping up production in preparation to start shoving TIE Defenders off the line.
So Thrawn literally had his funding pulled last minute. No wonder he was so cranky in the finale lol.
Lyste has put the light carrier on full red alert for a stolen shuttle. Not the first time he'll be flaunting his authority this episode.
Hi Ezra!
Straining the limits of Kallus' poker face already lol.
Love this little uncertain look before he takes the opportunity to sass that Stormtrooper.
Troopers once again just bullying around a teenager for no reason. Ezra's literally their favorite target for this, even when the others have gotten captured they aren't manhandled nearly as much.
I mean, not that I'm complaining or anything...
I do remember thinking that this seemed a rather dangerous course of action, and it's a bit at odds with the events of "The Antilles Extraction". Despite Ezra's reassurances to Kallus that most troopers don't actually know what he looks like now, he still has a pretty recognizable face. That was why they sent in Sabine the last time.
Buuuuuuuut Sabine's not here anymore. And they can't exactly send in the aliens of the group either. Rex and Kanan could have infiltrated by themselves though. So why exactly is Ezra sent in alone with just Chopper and AP-5 as backup?
He must have insisted on being involved in the extraction plot, like he couldn't have been for Skystrike, for the same irrational emotional reasons--because his sense of hyper-responsibility means that he will deliberately take on the most danger in order to prevent any potential harm or hurt coming to the people he cares about. It has to be him, because if he takes all the risks, no one else has to, and no one else will get hurt.
This loops back into his guilt over Malachor. Ezra's been projecting his shame and fears about Maul, about his failure there, onto everything else. He's still a bit prickly and suspicious towards Kallus several times this episode, not willing to trust so easily again and repeat his mistakes.
"I have to do this, I have to destroy the Sith and fix my mess, I have to protect my friends." Ezra's been trying to take on way more than he can actually handle, and it's gotten him in trouble multiple times this season. At Reklam, when he leaves himself for the last to get out and winds up stranded and plummeting to his doom. In the krykna cave, when he insists on going in alone without Kanan and nearly gets mulched. On Dathomir, when he nearly winds up possessed by Nightsister spirits, just to get a hint at the "key to destroy the Sith".
And here, where things very nearly go completely pear-shaped due to Thrawn unexpectedly turning up, and Lyste hoping to present Ezra as a bid for the Grand Admiral's favor.
I'll talk more about this character arc, as I've said, in "Twin Suns" when we get to the end of it.
For now let me just enjoy the hysterical strain in Kallus's voice as he bitches about being rescued. David Oyelowo does "shrill and full of stress" really well.
I love this expression so much, he cannot comprehend the Rebels risking so much just for him it's so sweet.
Despite his complaining, Ezra looks very ready to maybe trust Kallus, look at this face.
Feigning prisoner mistreatment shouldn't have worked as well as it did but lajhafksfjhkjh this is the Empire.
Thrawn conveniently turning up right when the Rebels have made a move again. It's uncanny how the man can do this. It never felt like normal narrative contrivance it always held just a bit of uncertainty and paranoia about it all.
So yeah ONE THING THIS EPISODE DOES REALLY REALLY WELL IS AMP UP THAT SUSPENSE AND TENSION. I was so anxious watching this the first time, pins and needles, it was effective but horrible.
Ezra with that brief fearful flash of, "Ohhhhh crap, we did not plan for this."
Knew from the moment we panned down to Ezra's helmet on the floor there with that brief music box snippet of Thrawn's theme that it would come into play.
Ezra's hidden cheeky smiles at AP-5. <3
And a nice little callback to "A Princess On Lothal".
See, this is what I'm talking about there's literally no reason to smack his head here, they're just being petty and mean.
Love the subtle worry in Kanan's eyes here. <3
Hi Brunsen! Hi Titus! Hi Slavin!
This moment here in front of the door serves two purposes effortlessly. First, it lets Lyste kick the dog by pulling a Karen on this poor guard, so we're not as sad when he's framed for the Fulcrum deal later. (Though I was still a little bit sad, he was pitiful and didn't deserve that.) Second, it establishes the obstacle we're going to have to overcome later.
....All right, fine, the Thrawn girlies can have one cap.
I'm pretty sure this music cue is a carryover from TCW.
God the fondness and admiration in Kallus' voice at seeing Yularen, ouch. This is a man he used to look up to and now he's betraying everything his old mentor stood for.
Right, so obviously showing them the map was a ploy, but it's wonderfully clever of him. Thrawn likes to throw curveballs at his opponents to see how they react and adapt. He develops the same kind of villainous respect for Kallus that he has for Hera, though more to do with how Kallus outmaneuvered him in the mind game and spy espionage thing.
Kinda dig that Pryce wasn't in the previous meetings because her loyalty is without question.
Also yes, I do crack!ship it a little bit.
Oh hey, the moment that inspired my "Mirrorverse" AU!
Will never not laugh at Kallus' tired, "Please stop that." at Ezra on the ceiling of the cell.
It's kind of astonishing how good Ezra looks in Imperial outfits. Really too bad his interactions with Kallus are limited because they bounce off each other in one of the most interesting and entertaining ways.
"Oh good, the thankless job." AP-5 is the best and I will hear no slander.
I was... unclear on how exactly the decoy planet was supposed to have fooled Thrawn. Still am, a bit. Surely the man has a photographic memory, right?
But then maybe that was one of the things that pinged him as being too clever for Lyste to have done.
Hilarious that Kallus managed to pull a Stealth Hi Bye on a Jedi.
This scene is so well done in the tension department. The cloying silence. Thrawn calmly walking in to check the map. The sudden attack from the sentries with a flare of dramatic music. Ezra feeling like he's just barely hidden out of sight behind the retaining wall. (Once again, symbolically using Sabine's artwork as a shield, I mean what?)
And props to Thrawn, he does really well surviving against his own sentry droids. I'm down with letting the man have a little physical combat to show off his athletic prowess. As a treat.
And I dig that the override code is his bodyguard's name. :)
This expression is delightfully chilling. The man is seething.
Another episode which does a good job handling Kanan's blindness, Kanan has to ask for clarification on what Rex is "Woah"ing over and he doesn't recognize Pryce by voice so he doesn't know not to try the Mind Trick on her.
And again, the competence of other Imperials increases dramatically with Thrawn merely present. Yularen immediately finds a shuttle asking to dock right after an assassination attempt fishy. Pryce tries to arrest them immediately and recognizes the attempt at a Jedi Mind trick. Thrawn makes people smarter just by being in the room.
My girlboss just straight up Thunderdome-ing it with Rex here. I love that she's so physically tough and brutal. <3
Lyste still would have gotten in trouble for stunning Pryce here, just saying. That bit of idiocy is all on him.
Awww a snippet of the "Shenanigans" cue!
Like I said, Lyste is kind of pitiable here. I wonder if they ever let him go, at least for the "treasonous spy" thing.
Kallus you're playing it up just a little too much here, my love.
Gods, it's just instantaneous, all he has to do is look at the helmet for a second and he recognizes, "That's Sabine Wren's work."
And then immediately draws the line from "Sabine Wren painted this helmet." to "Clearly it was done for Ezra Bridger to wear."????
See, even Thrawn can tell how close they are and how important they are to each other. He must have noticed from, idk, security holos or something that Ezra likes to wear things that Sabine's painted for him.
Thrawn sounds really smug here, I think he'd long suspected Kallus for Fulcrum and is gleeful at being right.
He's such an arrogant prick. "That's why you've been deceived." oh shut up you pompous ass just because you're super smart doesn't mean you need to be condescending about it.
And the "Thrawn's Web" organs to close us out. Nice.
*points inarticulately*
This episode! Many much good! Stress! Espionage! Cat and mouse mind games! Ezra peril! Did I mention the stress?
Hhhhhnnnnnghhh I love this one so much, it's my favorite of the season, just barely eeking out "Twin Suns".
It's all hits from here, baby. (Maybe? I don't actually remember "Double Agent Droid" that well I don't rewatch it often. We'll see.)
#star wars#star wars rebels#ezra bridger#agent kallus#grand admiral thrawn#rebels rewatch#liveblog#cute boys in peril
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