#Like he fully didn’t have to bring him back in the episode five
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Sometimes I remember that hermie unworthy doesn’t have a silly name bc it was listener submitted like all other dndads npcs, but he was born of an anagram generator and then I guess Anthony liked him so much he kept bringing him up because the players WERE NOT the ones seeking him out. Anthony just kept putting him there. I truly appreciate his service, I love my annoying freak son
#Like he fully didn’t have to bring him back in the episode five#He didn’t have to have him ask normal to the dance#He didn’t have to make him a theatre kid or make him present for the amogus episode#He didn’t have to bring him to earth#But he did all of that#for us#Anthony Burch I thank you every day#dndads#dungeons and daddies#hermie unworthy
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The Odd Couples
Hi, tumblrs! I’m back with yet another AU of one of my favorite AUs: it’s the DC gang, paired differently.
(I know I haven’t written anything DC AU-related in a long ass five minutes, and I swear Chapter 6 of the original series is practically ready to post, just needs a deep-dive edit)
So, this story is the product of two separate ideas: First, what if I hadn’t followed canon/fanon/personal head canons when pairing the couples up/off? And the second idea comes from the What If episode of Friends where that gang ends up with someone different (Phoebe x Ross, Monica x Joey, Rachel x Chandler).
Side note: Using throwback DC crew (Liam, Riley, Max, Leo, Liv, Drake, Madeleine, and Penelope). Also, check out the link to Leo’s shirt (if you make it that far). It’s the Leo-est shirt ever IMHO)
Side Note 2: Mixing the pairings up means I have/will be writing pairings that others write/have written and are generally associated with said writer(s). While I am fully aware that no one owns ships, I realize this is a fandom and strive to be mindful of those who write rareships and respect their pairings.
This is simply my take on my version of these characters when coupled differently in my world.
To those who read over this story in parcels, pieces, and in whole ...THANK YOU!
For those who do read this fic, THANK YOU! Your likes, comments, and/or reblogs are appreciated more than you realize.
Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. Microsoft Editor rates this piece as 99% error free.
I’ll be back sooner rather than later with a submission for Hana Lee Appreciation Week, an angsty Driam/Riley love triangle, and some Stormholt.
Song Inspo: Moments We Live For (Acoustic Version), In Paradise
Word Count: 4,099
Pairings: SGL x Olivia; Drake x Madeleine; Leo x Riley B; Max x Penelope
Rating: M for Mature themes
SGL x Liv
Liam Rys tipsily followed Olivia Nervakis into the hotel room, hip-checking the door to shut it while Olivia occasionally paused her steps to turn on table lamps. Her black stiletto heels made no noise against the carpet; however, the swish of her highly starched black and white polka-dotted dress sounded scratchy in the silent room.
“Do you have to turn on every light?” Liam complained as he fastened the deadbolt.
“It’s not every light, and not our electric bill,” his girlfriend responded tartly as she flipped yet another switch.
The couple was in Baltimore for the weekend, attending a costume party thrown by Liv’s employer. There had been a buffet; an open bar; and a prize for the best costume, which Liam and Olivia did not win. Carlos Santiago, a member of the Environmental Services team, and his wife and three children came costumed as The Birds and The Bees and won the prize.
Liam and Liv were The Ricardos: Olivia’s red hair was done up in Lucy’s signature poodle hairstyle, and her dress was a dead ringer for the world’s most famous housewife’s iconic frock. He had wanted to wear a tuxedo and carry a conga drum but settled for Ricky’s purple, polka dot silk smoking jacket with shawl collar, black pants, and black velvet slippers.
“I can’t believe we didn’t win!” Liam muttered beneath his breath as he came behind Olivia, arms encircling her waist; his palms splayed against her flat, toned stomach. She responded by leaning against him, her back pressed against his chest.
“Don’t hate!” she admonished. “With those Korean features and Boston accent, no way were you a convincing Cuban band leader. Besides, you have to admit Carlos had a pretty creative idea.”
“Not more creative than my SOCK GAME! I mean, Liv … you gotta admit, it’s damn good tonight!”
He was wearing black, knee-length socks with red hearts inscribed with “I Love Lucy” scattered all over. Olivia rolled her eyes in exasperation at the mention of his sock game.
This man and his socks! Liam thought his sock game could cure cancer and bring about world peace.
“You’re sock game is great as it always is, darling. But it was a costume contest,” Olivia placated in a soothing tone as his fingers began removing bobby pins from her hair.
She spun around, facing her boyfriend as her hair fell in soft curls that framed her face. Her green eyes twinkled as she pressed a quick kiss against his lips.
“You big, spoiled baby,” she teased. “Wanna smoke, take the edge off? I brought a couple of blunts along.”
He quickly shook his head. “No way am I going to be in BALTIMORE off some loud.”
Olivia grabbed the lapels of Liam’s smoking jacket, pulling him closer to her. The tip of her tongue swiped his lower lip. “Makes sense,” she agreed.
Liam pressed his palms against her ass cheeks; he sang softly in her ear as he swayed his hips against hers.
And life is heaven, you see
'Cause I love Lucy, yes
I love Lucy
And Lucy
Loves me!
“My name’s Liv”, Olivia corrected with a giggle as she gently wriggled out of Liam’s embrace. “C’mon, let’s get ready for bed,” she urged as she headed for the bathroom.
Liam stuck out his tongue at her retreating back before glancing around the room. It was a typical hotel room, nothing really standing out or making it different from any other room.
The door that led to the balcony was all glass with a brass doorknob; the hotel promised a 360◦ view of the city’s famed Harbor from the patio. The couple planned to have breakfast there in the morning.
There was a workstation; a large, wall-mounted television; coffee maker and microwave; and the bed: queen-sized, four-poster, and centered against the back wall.
His eyes widened when he saw the wall to the side of the bed. It was covered floor to ceiling, and side to side with a … mirror.
Well, that was different.
Liam approached the bed, kicking off his slippers as he went; he stared curiously at his reflection before climbing atop the bed and resting on his haunches. He then lay on his back, turning his head to continue staring at his reflection.
He impatiently pushed his hair off his forehead before rolling over onto his stomach; pressing his palms against the bedcovers, Liam pushed himself up with his arms, still watching himself. He imagined Liv beneath him, her pale legs scissored across his back as they watched themselves.
This could be fun.
“LIVVY!” he yelled excitedly over the sound of water running in the sink. “There’s a MIRROR! On the WALL! By the BED!”
The water turned off; Olivia sauntered into the room; her face was scrubbed clean of makeup, damp ends of her hair curling, and wearing a red lace bra with matching panties. A sultry smirk curved her lips.
Liam caught sight of her in the mirror’s reflection, and visibly gulped. Liv only wore matching underwear when they were going to have sex.
“Ai yi yi yi”, he muttered as he bounded off the bed and hastily divested himself of the smoking jacket.
Olivia was now standing directly in front of Liam; after guiding him to the other side of the bed, directly against the wall so he could see them both in the mirror, her red-tipped fingernails trailed a path from his throat to his belt buckle before unfastening the belt. She slid to her knees, pulling the pants zipper down with her teeth. Her eyes looked up at Liam.
“Care to hear me do some ‘splaining?” she purred as her hand reached inside the opening and pulled his cock out.
Liam never answered; he was too busy staring at Liv’s reflection as her mouth swallowed his manhood.
Drake x Madeleine
“Open your mouth, and stick out your tongue,” Madeleine demanded.
Drake’s chocolate brown eyes stared up at her before raking over her body, his gaze settling on her chest. “Take off your shirt,” he countered.
Madeleine exhaled a frustrated sigh that fluttered her bangs as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Damnit, Drake! You’re sick, and I need to take your temperature to make sure the meds are working.”
Quickly covering his mouth, Drake Walker let out a series of deep, wet coughs that rattled the congestion in his chest.
“They aren't”, he rasped as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “Tits would help. For sure.”
With a horrified look, Madeleine hastily grabbed and thrusted a bottle of hand sanitizer in his face. “WIPE!”
Rolling his eyes, Drake took the bottle; he then complied with his girlfriend’s first request. He slathered the disinfectant over his hands while Madeleine inserted a thermometer under his tongue.
His temperature was 102◦; two degrees lower than it had been three hours ago. Uneasy relief washed over Madeleine’s features.
“You should take the meds on a full stomach. You hungry?”
Drake turned onto his side, adjusting the pillows beneath his head as he did so. “Not really, but we both know you’re gonna harp on it until I give in. I think I have some canned soup in one of the kitchen cabinets.”
Madeleine nodded absently as she stepped into the bathroom to run the instrument under hot water in an attempt to kill the cooties her boyfriend more than likely transferred onto it. She heard Drake’s question when she turned the water off.
“When are you giving up that broom closet you’re living in to move in with me?”
“Don’t start,” Madeleine warned with a shake of her head as she re-entered the bedroom.
“Start what? You’re paying $1300 a month to RENT A ROOM! You could move in here with me and pay HALF that and it would be a whole ass apartment! You could start saving, pay down that credit card debt of yours …”
“I prefer to have my own, Drake!”
Madeleine’s boyfriend rolled his eyes. “You HAVE your own RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! Clothes! Shoes! Makeup! Oat milk! And if we’re talking preferences, I prefer to wake up with you in my bed every morning. I prefer to glare and glower at you from across the room when we argue instead of sitting on the phone in awkward silence. I prefer to not have to wait for make-up sex!”
Madeleine shifted uncomfortably, scuffing the toe of her sneaker against the carpet. Her green eyes peeked up to sneak a glance at Drake, whose bleary eyes stared at her with a mixture of frustration and hopefulness. His fingers idly played in his chest hair.
“Why won’t you just accept this greatness?” he huffed accusingly.
Madeleine rolled her eyes in a here we go again way.
She and Drake were in love with each other. They were the odd couple of the group: The WASP and the Blue-Collar Worker, but they fit each other like a glove. Most of the time.
Cohabitation should have been the next logical step in their relationship.
Madeleine found it nice to come to his U Street apartment after work and find him cooking them dinner while she mixed killer cocktails to help them unwind from their day.
Or for her to be the first one awake and cook them breakfast, making sure to prepare the thick-cut bacon he liked, and brew the dark-roast coffee that was his favorite before sharing morning-breath kisses.
Drake making sure Madeleine had the apricot and cream body wash that cost a small fortune, and high thread count Egyptian cotton towels she insisted upon for her showers.
While their relationship was highly sexual, it was not sexually based. There were debates and discussions covering a gambit from international events and politics to cooking meats with mustard. The only thing they could never agree on was music: Madeleine was a Swiftie, and Drake was 70s rock and country. They shared a love of exercise and the outdoors; weekends usually found them taking day trips to Shenandoah to hike the trails, snacking on the beef jerky Drake loved and Madeleine tolerated.
But people broke up all the time … over the most minute and ridiculous things. And Madeleine knew she could be an anal-retentive pill most of the time. She wasn’t going to be heartbroken and house hunting if things went south with Drake.
Madeleine had been instilled from an early age that God blessed the child that had their own.
“I’m not going to be that chick if we don’t work out," she stated in a small but firm voice as she sat at the foot of the bed; close enough to show support and comfort, far enough away to maybe being in a germ-free zone.
“You’re saying that after I just asked you to move in with me for the 100th time?” Drake huffed before another coughing fit overtook him.
While Drake hacked up a lung, Madeleine looked around the bedroom, wondering if he had any masks around. The couple locked eyes briefly, chocolate fastened on emerald.
“You could dump me at Target or something!” she countered as she alternated between awkwardly patting his back and scooting further away from him.
When the coughing subsided, Drake pointed to the nightstand on Madeleine’s side of the bed.
“Masks. Bottom drawer.”
Drake knew her.
“As for dumping you, you don’t shop at Target; it’d have to be Macy’s.”
So well.
Leo x Riley B.
Leo Rys hefted an oversized, too-full sriracha red snapper taco in both hands before greedily biting into it. He let out a low grunt of satisfaction as flavors and spices exploded over his tongue and crumbles of taco shell fell onto his plate.
Saturday afternoons couldn’t get much better than this: wearing his most comfortable shirt; hanging with his girlfriend Riley Brooks, who was his favorite person in the world; and lunch at his new favorite eatery, Tia Maria Tacos. Bonus: they had scored an upstairs window booth that overlooked the Potomac River.
Normally for the pair, Saturdays were for sleeping in and being lazy; 24 hours of partial nudity and horizontal positions suited them just fine after clocking out of work on a Friday afternoon. Especially if they had worked a full week.
But Riley had been in a funk lately; she had been to five job interviews over the past month; good interviews, where she had been a top-two contender. However, that hadn’t been good enough. Riley had been passed over every time, for each job.
Requests for feedback had not been helpful; hiring managers told her they couldn’t go wrong regardless of who they chose for the position. Riley’s ego was bruised, her esteem low. Despite her having a job that she had worked for the past 10 years ... a job she did damn well ... she was now comparing herself to Penelope, for Chrissakes.
Leo knew he had to do something, so he planned Date Day.
They began at Lincoln’s Waffle House for breakfast followed by a couples’ massage in Cleveland Park. Riley wanted to visit a tarot shop; Leo was agreeable. They both got readings, and she purchased a deck of tarot cards along with a strand of chakra beads.
From there they went to Georgetown, navigating the crowds and perusing shops. A French bakery was offering a European tea meal; Riley looked at Leo with hopeful eyes that quickly filled with dismay at his emphatic refusal. An hour later, laden with bags from a vintage clothing shop, a sex store, and a spice-filled storefront, they decided they were hungry; Leo suggested tacos.
He took a long swallow from his bottle of beer, his gaze fixed on Riley who had a plate filled key lime shrimp, Korean BBQ, and spicy chicken tacos, along with a serving of nacho fries. She felt his gaze and looked up to smile at him before taking a healthy bite of the shrimp taco.
Her eyes widened with surprise before closing in bliss.
“Hmmmmmm, this is soooooo good, Leo! I mean, it ain’t Chinese food but still like, hella good! Thank you for suggesting this place!” she said around a mouthful of food.
“Anytime, boo,” he replied with a wink as he reached into her plate for fries covered in nacho cheese and seasoned ground beef.
“And thank you for cheering me up today. It’s the reminder I needed that the Universe is just doing what it does, and all those hiring managers are just bitches and heifers.”
Leo dragged his fork through seasoned beans and rice. “They weren’t the jobs for you,” he assured her. “YOU are smart, funny, kind, and the greatest asset any person or job can have, and the right organization will recognize that. Not to mention you’re fucking gorgeous, and do you have any idea how hot you are?”
Riley bit into the spicy chicken taco, and quickly took a sip of her Sierra Mist with lemon. She nodded at Leo. “How hot I am? Yeah, I know ... and the answer is not very.”
Leo chuckled as he shook his head. This woman.
He and Riley were the couple that were never supposed to be. Both had had extremely bad luck with love, resulting in deeply rooted trust issues; the issues were more prevalent on Riley’s end than Leo’s.
They were both ambiverts, which loosely translated meant that there was no guarantee that plans made at 10am would still be in effect at 5pm. And you couldn’t be angry about it.
Physically, neither was the other’s type. Leo was a touch too lanky and fit for the buxom Riley; for Leo, Riley had a few too many inches in height, and was a tad curvier than he was used to. They met via Tinder, and it was supposed to be a one-night stand.
But their chemistry was off the charts.
But the sex was too good.
But their pillow talk left them curious to know more about each other while fully clothed.
Long story short … she kept him wild, and he kept her safe.
Before Leo could reassure his girlfriend that she was indeed VERY hot, her eyes trained on someone at a table near the back wall; they narrowed in anger as she tossed her food onto her plate while muttering, “What the actual FUCK?”
Leo looked around puzzled, wondering WHO happened. Because with Riley, it was never a what. If he could change two things about his woman, it would be her incredible grudge-holding talents and her penchant for public confrontation.
Only one table in the far corner was occupied. A Latina, facing them, was excitedly showing off one of her purchases to her male companion; Leo squinted, determining that the girl was proudly displaying a pair of earrings.
He swung back around, a look of confusion on his face. “Who are we hating on here?”
Riley dramatically pointed her index finger at the Latina. “HER! She told me I was a SHOO-IN for that freaking job!! AND THEN WENT WITH SOMEONE ELSE!”
Leo looked even more confused. “Which job? There were five of them!”
Riley didn’t answer. She was too busy scowling at the woman across the room while alternating between shaking her fist and making symbols with her fingers.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
“Throwing gang signs!”
“DC DOESN’T HAVE GANGS!” Leo argued.
“IT DOES NOW!!”
So much for a peaceful outing and letting the Universe do its thing.
Maxwell x Penelope
“I cannot believe you right now, Pen!” Maxwell Beaumont seethed as he rubbed the heels of his hands against his closed eyes.
The Communications and Marketing Director inhaled and exhaled deeply, slowly. It was rare that anyone or anything upset Maxwell, much less angered him; but if anyone could knock him off his equilibrium, for certain it was his girlfriend, Penelope.
His girlfriend stared at him with her wide, pansy-blue eyes before quickly licking her pink-glossed lips. She ran slender, pale fingers through her black hair, then tightened the belt of her pink silk robe. Penelope outstretched her arm, her fingertips grazing the fabric of her boyfriend’s shirt; at his look of frustrated rage, she quickly pulled her hand back.
“Max,” she began in her breathy voice, “I know you’re upset with me, but I HAD to leave that godawful job! The commute sucked and who knew data entry was so … exacting? It’s a miracle I lasted as long as I did!”
By the time she finished her explanation, her hands were gesticulating wildly about, and her tone of voice had become a shriek.
Maxwell turned his back on Penelope to go into their kitchen; still hot Italian food sat on the stove, wrapped in plastic bags. He hollered at her while he began unpacking what was supposed to be a celebratory dinner for Penelope’s new job.
“IT WAS A TELEWORK POSITION! That you were LATE for BOTH DAYS you worked! And it was MAIL MERGE, NOT DATA ENTRY!” He turned to glare daggers at her. “I don’t know what’s worse, the fact you put forth entirely ZERO effort into at least TRYING to become a member of the working class, or that you lied to me the entire week about still having the damn job!”
An angry retort sprang to her lips; Penelope debated continuing the argument but thought better of it. She had known the lie would catch up with her, but she had been hoping it would have been after the dinner. Carmine’s had the most amazing food, and Penelope was in love with their broiled Lobster Oreganata, Porterhouse Pizzaiola, and pasta with meatballs and sausage.
With Maxwell’s back facing her, Penelope quietly tiptoed into the kitchen, trying to neither be seen nor heard. She peered over her potentially ex-boyfriend's shoulder, salivating at the sight and smells of containers filled with pastas, meats, and sauces.
Maxwell felt his girlfriend’s eyes on him and exhaled a silent breath. He should have known from their first meeting that Penelope was not relationship material.
They met at 9:30am on the elevator at the office building Max worked in; it was Penelope’s first day at a company occupying the entire third floor. At 11am, Max was back on the elevator hellbent on a Starbucks run; the elevator stopped at the third floor and Penelope entered, her blue eyes filled with tears.
She had been let go from her new job in less than 90 minutes.
Max was a sucker for a damsel in distress. He dried Penelope’s tears, treated her to a coffee, and offered to take her out on a date. That had been over two years ago, and if the woman had worked a cumulative 40-hour work week since, he knew nothing about it.
He had asked the gang if their companies were hiring; Liam laughed so hard, his drink came out of his nose. Riley, who worked with Max, rolled her eyes as she muttered, “You already know.” Everyone else shook their heads vigorously.
For a brief period, he had even let her be a stay-at-home girlfriend, but that definitely didn’t work out; Penelope couldn’t cook and had no concept of housekeeping. He had to pull from his savings to replace his wardrobe when she tossed his lights, darks and half a bottle of bleach into the washing machine. She was asleep when he left for work, and asleep when he returned home.
Irresponsible was too inadequate of a word to describe his girlfriend. She was a money pit in addition to being careless, thoughtless, and an emotional vampire.
But Maxwell Beaumont loved Penelope Ebrim. She could be sweet, buying him small gifts that brought a smile to his face. She mixed mean cocktails, had a killer sense of humor, and was a terrific dancer. She just needed to find her way.
Apparently, God had chosen Max to help her do so.
“Pen, you have GOT to find and keep a job!” Max stated in a firm tone that brooked no argument as he prepared her a plate of lobster, pasta with garlic and oil, and shrimp parmigiana.
When Penelope saw Maxwell piling a plate with Italian yumminess, she had moved to the cabinets to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. She was setting them on the dinette table as she debated coming clean in her reply.
“I may have found something; I’m supposed to have an interview Monday.”
Max set the serving spoon down as be swung his head to look at his girlfriend in surprise. “Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“I was waiting until afterwards so I could surprise you!” Penelope crowed happily.
“Well, where? With who?” Max’s smile covered his entire face as he resumed plating food.
Maybe things were looking up.
Penelope expertly removed the wine bottle’s cork and began pouring sparkling merlot into the glasses.
“The interview is at The Greene Turtle, and it’s with a temp agency called Daddy’s Little Girl. Basically, I would be having lunches and meetings at hotels with older men for an hourly rate.”
Maxwell had plates in both hands, which he slowly lowered onto the kitchen counter; his every movement displayed his disbelief. There was no way his girlfriend had applied for a job as an escort.
No.Way.
“You’re going to be a prostitute?” he choked out.
Penelope had just taken her seat. She looked up at Maxwell in horror at his words.
“NO!! Why would you say THAT? How could you even THINK THAT of me??’ It’s like lunch meetings or something!”
“NAKED LUNCH! Pen, NO ONE is paying a woman … a PRETTY WOMAN … to just “have lunch”!! And meetings in HOTEL ROOMS? What the ACTUAL fuck?”
“It’s working lunches, sometimes dinners, with out-of-town business entrepreneurs who need someone to take dictation!”
Max’s face dropped into his open palm.
“The going rate is $150 an hour! I was told with my looks and appearance, I could be in huge demand,” Penelope argued.
“WHEN DID THEY SEE YOU?” Max yelled as he threateningly shook a plastic spatula in Penelope’s direction.
“I saw the ad on Craigslist and called the number in the listing, then did a Zoom with the manager.”
Maxwell Beaumont stared at his girlfriend for a long, silent moment before exiting the kitchen and heading for their bedroom.
“MAX! Where are you going??”
“To have a talk with God.”
Penelope stared at his retreating back with a furrowed brow before shrugging and rising to fetch her dinner.
“Tell Him I said heyyyy.”
Max’s response was to slam the bedroom door.
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Random Ass Vampire Diaries Opinions/Ideas
Just because I can. I didn’t mean for this account to be so focused on vampires lmao. This is mainly about characters I have strong opinions on so I might not have as much to say about certain characters. I also haven’t seen every episode nor do I remember every episode I have seen so call me dumb if one of these takes or ideas is dumb
Elena Gilbert
Is it just me or was one of Elena’s most consistent character traits making people forget about trauma when she could easily just make it hurt less. Like she does it with Jeremy in season one and herself in season six. Vampires in this universe have been shown to be able to compel people to have heart attacks so it’s safe to say that they can make extreme emotional trauma just not hurt as bad
Piggybacking off of that a little, Elena should’ve been the one to stake Vicki in season one. It would’ve given her a reason to have Damon compel Jeremy to forget the whole thing and it would’ve added a whole new layer to her relationship with Matt
Elena should’ve been allowed to be a main villain when she turned her humanity off. I’m thinking she should’ve teamed up with Silas because in theory he could bring Jeremy back
Elena consistently defending/staying with Damon even as he continues to do horrible shit right under nose is very odd. Like at some point girl just stand up(I’m not anti-Elena, Damon or even Delena, it’s just weird that this girl with a strong moral compass wouldn’t just leave Damon)
Bonnie Bennett
Mistreated as shit
There were plenty of moments where she should’ve been able to get stronger on camera(this is just this bizarre idea that I have of Bonnie escaping the prison world by absorbing it like Kai absorbed the anti-magic spell)
They should’ve just let her and Damon at least hook up once if they weren’t going to date
Caroline Forbes
Were they trying to set up a possible Caroline/Alaric thing in season seven? Because that’s what it felt like and it was weird
Stefan Salvatore
Kind of a douche at times but otherwise I liked him
I swear to god, in the later seasons they just kind of forgot that Stefan was a ripper
Damon Salvatore
It was weird watching him constantly flip flop between edgy, murderous bad boy and Elena’s soft boy. Either his progression into a love interest should’ve been slower or, since he was a very evil guy for decades, just have a bunch of shit he did back then gradually come to light
Matt Donovan
I fully believe that the last time the writers had any clue what to do with Matt was the whole Mabekah plot line. I also think that Matt should’ve left with Rebekah
Matt’s whole “I hate vampires” thing didn’t make sense because he spent a whole summer between seasons traveling around the world doinkin’ Rebekah so it just comes out of complete left field
I think Vicki’s death should’ve affected him way more blatantly(again I haven’t seen every episode so I might be wrong).
Jeremy Gilbert
The whole Brotherhood of the Five thing could’ve worked if they did anything to establish the brotherhood as any different from regular hunters besides the magical tattoos. Like I know that Jeremy got super strong but outside of him lifting those kegs it doesn’t really come up. Especially since the other hunters relied so much on traps
Could’ve been a really interesting addition to the story if he were used properly. Me personally, I see Jeremy being used to showcase that Elena is willing to go to darker places if needed to protect the people she cares about
Other Random Thoughts
Season five was way too overcrowded with plots, it didn’t need three main villains. Get rid of Wes Maxfield and make Silas the main villain. The Travellers should’ve just been his cult of blood witches or something
Lilian Salvatore should’ve been the main antagonist of Season seven
A vampire turning their humanity off should’ve kept vestiges of the character’s personality.
I don’t think Vicki should’ve been a drug addict or if she was, it shouldn’t have been the reason she was such a volatile vampire. It should’ve been that being a vampire is hard and Vicki just couldn’t handle it
This isn’t everything that I have to say, but it’s something. I also want to clarify that I do in fact enjoy the Vampire Diaries, my brain just can’t help but nitpick things and think about how they could’ve been done differently. Let me know what y’all think or if I need to elaborate on some of this
#the vampire diaries#tvd universe#elena gilbert#bonnie bennett#caroline forbes#damon salvatore#stefan salvatore#matt donovan#jeremy gilbert#vicki donovan
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The Winchesters has more story to tell, and they're ready to fight for it
On Oct. 11, 2022, The Winchesters premiered, offering fans a welcome return to the Supernatural world. With Dean narrating, the series introduced a young John (Drake Rodger), home from Vietnam, as he met Mary (Meg Donnelly) and discovered the truth that would come to define their lives together: Monsters exist.
For 13 episodes, fans were back in the world they loved — this time around, though, things were a little different. As any good prequel does, The Winchesters expanded on the world and the lore of the flagship series, striking that crucial balance between the new and familiar. They'd cracked the code on how to keep this story alive without Sam and Dean, by shifting the focus from brothers to friends and, for the first time, telling a central Supernatural love story.
In its final episode, The Winchesters opened up the world by revealing that we weren't watching Sam and Dean's John and Mary, but rather the John and Mary of another universe. In other words, the multiverse is the limit when it comes to future stories. "I feel like episode 13 was us literally dropping the engine block in and being like, 'Okay fire it up,'" Ackles tells EW. "We blew the proverbial doors off. I think the potential is massive."
Yes, the potential is massive, even after the show's cancellation by The CW, because he and the cast have already launched a #SaveTheWinchesters campaign to find the story a new home. "There's a lot of story to tell here and there's a huge fan base that is very actively engaged and willing to support it," he says.
The power of the SPN Family has been documented many times (and cannot fully be explained). It's how the show landed its first EW cover back in 2016 — because the fans voted for it. It's a passion that Ackles saw the instant he tweeted out the news that the show had been canceled. "They are fired up," he says of the fans. "I love that about this fandom. I love that they are so passionate about this world and this universe and these characters that they are willing to go to the mat for a show like this. I think that speaks volumes, especially to those who are willing to listen and have the power to do something about it."
As for Ackles, he's feeling optimistic about a future for the show. After all, Dean Winchester's been knocked down more than a few times, and that's never stopped him from getting back up.
"I do feel hopeful and I don't know whether that's just the optimistic side of me, which I didn't know existed in this capacity," he says with a laugh. "I've been moving more toward a curmudgeon, more toward what we all thought Dean Winchester would dive into when he got older. That's just the Dean in me. But I do have this crazy optimism for this show and I think it largely resides in the energy that we found on set with this cast and this crew. That crazy optimism is one of the reasons why this show made it on air in the first place, and I think it's one of the several reasons why the show should continue somewhere."
For those wondering, Ackles says they've already started discussing ideas for what a new season could hold. "We were talking not only about story and where we wanted to take our cast, we were talking about who we were going to bring back from the mothership," he says, adding that he received text messages from a few Supernatural alums who were bummed they didn't make it on season 1. "We were putting together a lot of tricks to keep up our sleeve and keep it exciting, not just for the new fans but for the returning fans as well."
Much like creator Eric Kripke had at the start of Supernatural, Winchesters showrunner Robbie Thompson has a five-season plan for the story. "Hopefully we get to execute that," Ackles says. "I just think that there's a way to keep this alive and it would be a shame to let that go."
Looking even further into the future, Ackles adds, "And then we don't know what it would look like beyond that but there was certainly a way of tying this into like a possible return of Supernatural down the line, which Robbie and I had talked about. It's something that Jared and I have talked about, what that might look like."
For now, it looks like hope. And the cast has a lot of that. See the cast share their thoughts below:
Drake Rodgers
"Working on The Winchesters for the past year has been such an incredible honor. The fandom is so immense and passionate for this universe. They've been so accepting and supportive toward the show, it's made the entire process a dream. It would be a shame not to continue exploring the vast world we've built and grown to love so much. There's so much opportunity for new storylines and perspectives on the Supernatural universe."
Meg Donnelly
"I've learned so much about myself working on this show. The Winchesters is a beautiful story of stopping at nothing to help the people you love. There is so much more of this story that needs to be told and it would be honor to keep playing such an iconic character like Mary Campbell."
JoJo Fleites
"This story is worth fighting for because everyone can relate to these characters in some way, shape, or form. They are universal and timeless and they speak to so many people. I love that people see themselves in Mary, John, Carlos, Lata, Millie, Ada and all of these other characters. We want to keep telling the story and I specifically want to keep inspiring those that may not feel represented, such as people of color, the outcasts, the LGBTQIA+ community, and so on. It means a lot."
Nida Khurshid
"Continuing the legacy of the hugely successful show, Supernatural, has not only been humbling and thrilling but also a way for me to represent my heritage proudly through the character I get to play. Fighting for what you believe in whether it be saving the world from monsters or standing up for your friends, I believe our show can inspire that sense of courage and direction to fight for what's right in a world that needs it."
Demetria McKinney
"This show has been such an incredible bridge, not only in connecting the Supernatural origin dots, but bridging the gap between day-to-day and fantasy. Stepping away from life for a moment to recharge is something I don't take for granted. The added bonus of doing that in a space that is familiar (in its Supernatural nature) and mysterious (in its own right) isn't something you get to do often. The array of characters made everyone feel they had a place in this space. And I loved living out these stories with this cast and crew! Thanks for all the support you all gave us! We hope we get to play again one day."
Bianca Kajlich
"The Winchesters has been one of those 'lightning in a bottle' experiences. From the cast's very first dinner all the way through to the final few scenes of our season, we bonded over our shared desire to tell this story in our own way. We became a family within a family within a family! And from our family to yours, we believe in this story, this universe, and all the fans that light the way for us."
The series might have a fight ahead, but thankfully, if anyone knows how to put up a fight, it's a Winchester.
EW
#Jensen Ackles#drake rodger#meg donnelly#jojo fleites#nida khurshid#demetria mckinney#bianca kajlich#the winchesters
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𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂💋☁️💔
(Tw: Self harm, Kissing sh scars. This fic is very descriptive, Readers scars are fully healed)
Friends-Lovers
This fanfic is ☁️💋
(Reader is an empath)
Suguru Geto x Fem reader.
Character ai bot:https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=dUlca6rEhuk9e7WEU49JRiqEoGvScUNI8eZf6A2X5MQ
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(First part is copy and pasted from the ai bot, In not anyway is the bot related or made by me this is just an extension of the conversation i had with it. First part is changed just to fit the fic)
(a/n! Like I expressed last post, I haven't really watched JJK yet only the first five episodes of season two, So I'm really not sure why Geto hides the fact that he is depressed that well. So im talking sorta out of experience so please feel free too bully me if i got anything wrong. In this fic geto and reader have self harmed. And again this fic is in no way fetishizing the idea or action of self harm. This is a very personal experience to me as well. If you want to know more about my experience it will be in the a/n down below. This is very lowkey self insert so chubby reader and readers scars are on her thighs)
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“I can’t take this anymore,” *he mumbled to himself . His eyes have never looked so dull… he had never looked to tired. He tugged at his messy hair, staring at himself in your bathroom mirror in your dorm. It was sickening, seeing this weak version of himself.* “I… have no idea who i’m doing this for. What am I destroying myself for…?!” he was having a crisis silently in your bathroom.
Voices behind the door filled his ears. You, Shoko and Satoru all getting ready to go to a concert together. Gojo knocked harshly on the door “Suguru! Hurry up or we are gonna leave without you!” Gojo expressed annoyed as he knocked. “Coming!” Suguru shouted behind the door, Turning on the sink and splashing his face with the cold water in an attempt to wash off his blank and empty expression. He didn’t want to burden anyone with the fact that he wasnt happy, He didnt feel like he should bring everyone down, Especially when it was such a happy event..
He didnt mind people not even realizing what he was going through but he needed to talk to someone.. Or the scars and cuts on his forearms will remain sore.. He needed a reason to feel real. He was conflicted…
“Suguru! Hurry the fuck up!” Gojo yelled out again before suguru finally opened the door with. that signature smile. “Sorry satoru i was fixing my hair.” Gojo rolled his eyes. “Okay guys lets go” You responded gently as you all left your dorm.
The night was loud, neon and happy, Suguru was having fun as well, Barely, Its hard to enjoy yourself when you’re depressed. You felt uneasy all night, You yourself felt guilty for having fun when you felt genuinely that Suguru was depressed. Its was finally 12:00 am when you came back to your dorm with suguru as Shoko and Gojo where still out at the after party. You were in your oversized garfield shirt and baggy garfield printed pj pants.. Suguru on your couch watching old episodes of garfield in his matching garfield pjs.
You still felt the weight he felt on his shoulders.. You walked back to where he was, You entered the living room. “Suguru. We need to talk” You expressed gently. *Suguru's stomach dropped. You rarely wanted to talk seriously... he hoped it wasn't too serious. He gave you a puzzled look.* "What about?" you paused before you spoke. “I want you to know.. I can feel you, I know what you feel and your not okay right now.. im not sure how satoru and the others ignore it.. but. How are you? Really.”
He looked away with a sort of wide eyed expression.. Before looking back down at the floor. He sighed out. “Whats wrong sugu?..” *You insisted “Its nothing.” What would you do if you saw his scars.. his pain, you would think he was weak, unstable even. You motioned to him to follow you into your bedroom, He followed. “I need you too tell me sugu.” you kept insisting.. he was embarrassed. “I already told you its just heat fatigue.” he never really felt able to share how he felt, He didnt want to he felt ashamed to say the least.*
*“Its not.” you replied.. Sitting on the bed as he followed, You both sat on the edge of the full sized bed. “Its more than that sugu.. Whats wrong?” It was going back and forth, He had so much he wanted to say but he didnt know where to start. You had already seen his scars, when he slept at your house and his sleeves rolled up.. You seen it when the grocery bags slid the sleeves of his shirt down. He turned his back to you.. You slid off your pj pants. You wore black panties. That wasnt the point. Your thighs were scarred up, Healed but noticeable. “I get it.. You dont know how to tell anyone.. And i get that.”*
He looked down at your thighs as his eyes grew wide. His breath caught in his throat. His soft and warm gentle hand running over the discolored lines. “These.. these are bad.. why didn’t you ever tell me?..” you gently pressed his hands against your thighs tenderly. “But they are healed suguru..” You looked up at him. “And I want you to heal from what your going through” you didnt want to make him uncomfortable with the fact that you’ve already seen his scars. “Y..Youd never understand my problems..” he sighed as he replied.
“Suguru.. have you done anything to yourself?..” he froze. He looked away and the answer was clear. “I.. Have.” youre heart melted due to the fact he was being so honest. “Show me.” You responded bluntly but gently. He hesitantly rolled up his sleeves revealing the not completely healed scars, Not fresh but not healed.. looked like it was caused only two or three days ago. He was ashamed. You held his arm gently before looking up at him. Were you disgusted?.. Many thoughts ran across his mind. Before you leaned down to kiss his scars so soft so gentle.. Repeating affirmations. “You’re gonna be okay..” you paused between each kiss “You’re gonna be alright..”
he felt his eyes tear up before he began to cry. He broke down.. he hugged you tightly his tears soaking your shirt you smiled gently “let it out.. its okay.” He didnt know what to do, Hes never done this before, he rarely cried. Ever. “Good boy..” you praised. He stayed there his head buried in your chest. You scratched his scalp gently and lovingly. You lean back from sitting up, Your both laying down now on the bed. You intertwined your bare legs with his clothed ones. you hugged him and he hugged you. You continued baby talking him, Babying him, Hes never felt anything like this before. You kiss the top of his head. “You feeling better?” He felt completely at ease in your arms. “Im feeling.. better..”
You positioned eachother in a leg over cuddling position.. Your leg over his waist. He blushed. “You’re going to be okay” you purred into his ear as you tucked a strand of his hair behind it. “Honey~..” you added. He shivered as you used such honeyed nicknames for him.. “You are such a good good boy..”
You kept praising him.. Hes always been used to the tough treatment.. He was one of the best sorcerers, Everyone expected so much of him, he was always viewed as scary.. intimidating even he was a tall and strong man but in this moment, none of that mattered at all. The best way he could describe this feeling was.. a cold shower.. like his whole life had felt like a freezing cold shower, but now.. he felt as you were the warm water flowing down his skin.. he felt the tingles of warmth. He couldn’t believe this.. this beautiful girl laying on his side.. in a somewhat oversized shirt and her little black panties..
He never had a type he was attracted too. Man or woman. But now.. Everything had changed it was you.. he felt the weight of your body on top of his. The warmth entered through his skin.. he felt like the was falling.. falling off of the extremely high pedestal he was practically born on. All the stress of having to help others and put other people before him.. all of that noise was gone.. the fall was nice.. Warm.. he had fallen into clouds… It was so nice.. you and your body so soft.. he now knew where his favorite place on earth was. Your bed.
“Do you think you feel comfortable now? Pretty boy?” you pulled him out gently out of his trance.. “How are you feeling?” you whispered again as you saw he was zoned out. “I feel good.. Can we stay like this a little longer please?..” He replied gently. “Of course” you smiled and hugged him softly your arms around his neck as he hugged on your waist. You smelled like a soft spring.. Flowers.. feminine. The only word that came to his mind to describe it was.. divine.. Your godess like scent filled his nose and his thoughts he was going insane he needed more.. more of you. “Suguru~” you purred “Do you need anything? are you cold? Do you need water?.. anything?” he stayed quiet before uttering the word “You.”
you stayed quiet and so did he.. thinking he might’ve been too forward or said something wrong before he could apologize “Then have me.” you looked up trustfully into his eyes..
Your faces approached eachothers slowly before your lips met. Both of your eyes open before slowly closing as your lips met.. click click of your lips separating and connecting. Saliva getting caught in both of your mouths.. Before your mouths opened a bit more. Tongues only touching the tip of the others.. lips.. kiss..click repeat.. Lips..tip of the tongue and cut it off with a kiss and a click. Tongues slowly becoming more relaxed and dancing with eachothers.. your tongue swirling around his and his around yours..the soft red colored click lipstick now blurred around your mouth and lips, same with him.
Your hands combed through his black hair tenderly as he held your cheeks firmly not wanting to let go. strings of saliva connecting both of your glossy lips..
his hand trailed down to hold your hips, one hand behind your head and one hand on your ass lightly slapping it and gripping it..he was a man after all.. you felt his clothed stiffness touch your clothed stomach. It felt girthy… “Suguru..” you groaned annoyingly as you kept kissing him but he kept grabbing your ass like a stress ball.. he chuckled “What?” your smiled softly as you rolled your eyes.. “M-.. May I?..” his fingers tugged gently at the elastic of your panties.. “You may..” with that he slid your panties off.. he slid his fingers gently down your slit.
Feeling the warmth and wetness.. you heard him audibly almost moan.. like a super gentle groan.. “Thats thanks to you sugu~..” you admitted gently as his face flushed a soft pink before he slid off his garfield printed pants..
Revealing a huge tent like buldge in his Proclub boxers.. You sat up and so did he. you guys made it to the edge of the bed. You positioned yourself ontop of his lap your bare wetness above his clothed excitement. You grinded softly as he did as well. Exchanging kisses in the middle as well.. “Whenever your ready honey..” you looked down at him as you stood on your knees on the bed. He pulled out his dripping dick. he slid the tip back and forth against your silky slick wetness.
You whined softly at the sensation against your clit.. he positioned himself at your dripping wetness.. “G.. Good girl..” he moaned out as he pushed through your lips.. pushing the tip in slowly. “Tell me when you’re ready sweetheart..” you nodded trying to adjust to his tip.. “Ready..” you responded. He didn’t push you down more.. he had both of his hands on your ass lifting it up and down.. you were on the tip of his cock.. before holding his hand as you let your knees rest slowly..
“Fuck.” he groaned.. “Good good girl.. take it slow for me baby.. i need you to feel good too..” you nodded vigorously as you lowered yourself down inch by inch.. he peppered your face in kisses as he caressed the apple of your cheeks with his thumb “Mmm~” he praised “You feel so good baby..” you made eye contact with him. “t..thank you suguru~ fuck your so big..” *I groaned into his broad shoulder. “Thats fine.. you dont have to take all of me..~” he purred “No.. im okay.. i can do it..” he leaned into your ear “Oh what a good good goood girl..” he praised making your knees go weak.. causing you to go down on his full length immediately.
Out of instinct he gripped your waist harshly in a (failed) attempt to keep you up. Causing both of you guys to groan in the pleasureable pain.. he tossed his head back his eyes rolled up as well before coming back to reality “Fuuuckk..” he pronounced elongated.
You stayed cock warming him for a bit to get used to his size.. before your used your thighs to go up and down.. “No- none of that.” He stopped you, by gently grabbing your hips and pushing you back down.. “You dont have to do any work baby.. i wanna make you feel goood~” he leaned closer to you pulling you into a kiss “But suguru..” you mumbled “Please, allow me..” you gave in and nodded.. he gripped your ass with both hands before guiding you up and down up and down softly, gently thrusting up into your soft cunt..
“S-sugu..” you whined into his ear he kept going and the exact same pace.. thrusting in and out deeply and even deeper.. foreheads pressed against eachother.. and you guys breathed in and out almost in sync.. each thrust stickier and wetter than the last, he was practically kissing your cervix. He bounced you on his cock as your back arched. Accentuating your curves as he ran his hands along your sides before finally gripping onto your hips. Grinding even harder.. before finally.. “I-im gonna cum..” he whined “So am i..” you mewled “F..fuck!~” both of your exclaimed in unison.
Sugurus base was coated in white sticky and wet liquid.. you both caught your breath before smashing into eachothers lips into a deep kiss “I.. i love you so much baby..” you hugged him as you said that “I love you too sweetheart..”..
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(a/n: Hi guys! Im back again~ I wanted to let you know I might start posting more frequently. This fic was long and almost hard to write, due to the fact it was super personal, Please talk to someone if you are feeling overwhelmed and down, and if you dont feel comfortable sharing with anyone write it down, just dont keep it all in.. I love you guys to the moon and back 222 times 🫶)
(If you need someone to talk to my dms are always open- Love Kira🫶
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Insecure Steve Harrington. Part 1 of many ✨
When Steve and Eddie finally start dating, Steve finds it’s different somehow from his past relationships.
It’s not different in the way that people usually think, being because Eddie’s a guy and Steve’s used to dating girls. It’s not that. That fact actually doesn’t even faze Steve, to be honest.
It’s that Eddie is… how do you say it?.. Eddie’s /touchy/. And— I suppose— that’s not something Steve is entirely used to.
Physical affection was one of many things Steve Harrington’s parents never gave him. He never hugged his mom (unless for show when they had guests over). He never high-fived his dad (no matter how much 10 year old Steve wanted to). And he never asked. No matter how bad Steve wanted that affection. Craved it. Needed it. He’d never asked. It felt— wrong to. Like it was selfish.
So when Eddie Munson comes along, Steve’s world turns upside down (no pun intended).
Eddie Munson, who’s love language is nothing if not physical touch. Nothing if not hugs and shoulder bumps, the brush of hands and the grips of fingers on his waist. Eddie Munson, who seems to always, /always/ know when Steve’s having a particularly difficult touch-deprived episode. Eddie Munson, Steve’s new boyfriend.
At first, it’s small. Hand-holding, gentle hugs upon request. And then, it’s big. Eddie barreling into him with bone-crushing bear-hugs, pulling him in and ruffling his hair (Steve likes it more than he’d admit).
And, quite frankly, Steve doesn’t know how to react. The only person ever to be this openly affectionate with him was Robin. Not even Nancy— back when they were dating— was this affectionate. It had always been Steve who initiated all forms of physical touch.
Steve couldn’t say he didn’t like it. He loved it. So, so much. It made him feel special in ways that he’d never felt.
He was used to being needed— but this time— he was wanted. And he wouldn’t change it for the world.
So how does this— this gooey, mushy, lovey-dovey feeling mix in with his insecurities? Simple: Steve’s self-conscious.
It was a Saturday morning when he first started realizing. Steve had stayed over at the trailer with Eddie and Wayne, which wasn’t unusual, considering the crippling separation-anxiety they both got.
Steve woke up first, no surprise there. He felt the sun on him before he opened his eyes. The warmth it brought to his skin from where it shone on him from the slightly open window in Eddie’s room.
Steve hummed and buried his head a little deeper into the mattress below him. Only,.. it wasn’t a mattress. It was Eddie’s chest. Steve held himself above Eddie on his elbows, blinking the sleep from his eyes.
The boys’ legs were tangled, Eddie was shirtless in a pair of sweatpants— Steve pant-less and wearing one of Eddie’s many band shirts (they practically shared a wardrobe at this point). Steve tilted his head and smiled at Eddie below him, the metal head’s hair everywhere on the pillows. Steve snorted when he spotted the dried drool.
Eddie groaned when Steve shifted, making Steve stop all movement.
Shit. Had he hit a wound? Or reopened one? Fuck fuck fuck.
Steve was quick to get off of Eddie— albeit gently as to not wake him.
So yeah, that was when it started, he thinks. Steve wasn’t really “self-conscious” per say. More “worried”.
He was worried that he was too heavy, or clingy, or needy. Yeah— not self-conscious. Definitely not self-conscious. Not Steve Harrington.
It went on like that for a while; Steve not being able to bring himself to fully lean into Eddie’s hugs, or fully surrender into Eddie’s shoulder for a doze-off, or fully relax into Eddie’s side when he curled up against him. Steve was worried, scared even, that somehow— someway— he’d ruin something. Anything. Because that was what Steve did. Ruin things.
Somewhere along the way, he guesses, Eddie started to pick things up. Steve thought he was being subtle about it. And maybe he was, but Eddie knew Steve. And he knew Steve well.
When Eddie first tried to bring it up, Steve dodged it— barely.
It was maybe 2 months after Steve’s initial worry. Eddie was pretty healed up by then, but Steve couldn’t take chances. Not with Eddie.
They were on the beach at Lover’s Lake, just enjoying themselves with everyone else. Steve and Eddie were sitting in the sand just on the edge of the water. Nancy and Jonathan were a little ways away from them with Argyle, all of them chatting happily along themselves. Lucas and Max were down stream a bit, walking through the waters edge to find shells and rocks. Mike, El, and Will were in the water, swimming and splashing each other. Steve watched Erica go up and join Lucas and Max in their collecting— Robin following close behind.
Nothing could ruin this moment, Steve remembers thinking to himself, before something did.
Eddie wrapped his left arm around Steve’s waist, pulling his boyfriend flush against his side. His bad side, Steve immediately takes note of. He tenses, tries to relent to leaning to into it. Steve didn’t want to out too much pressure on Eddie’s side and risk hurting him— even a little. Steve had hurt enough people in high school, including Eddie himself.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” Steve hears Eddie whisper to him. Steve shudders at his voice.
“Nothing.”
Eddie hums, before he lets go of Steve’s waist and wraps his arm around Steve’s shoulders instead. “You sure baby?”
Steve gulped and hesitated before nodding. He thought it was only a brief pause— enough to go unnoticed. But Eddie seemed to pick up on it immediately. He could see Eddie frown a bit when Steve pulled away from Eddie a bit, not leaving his side but not really pressing into him like before.
Somehow, in Eddie’s small brain, the gears clicked and rotated, before he sighed longingly and once again pulled Steve into him.
“You can hug me, princess. You’re not gonna hurt me.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
So Steve hugged Eddie. Gently at first, but leaning and melting into it when Eddie ran his hands through Steve’s hair. Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve’s head, and it seemed like his worries washed away.
He was still apprehensive, but Steve seemed to be much happier with little spooning after that.
~you may have this, I suppose~
-Kennah
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Episode Four: The Argument
Now we talk another look back
This time Michellee is five
A time when her father was around
And her mother was still irascible like a poked beehive
With preschool behind her now, and kindergarten lying in waiting, Michellee was dreading the summer. Usually kids love when school’s out, but, in case you weren’t aware, this child in particular dreaded being at home.
One thing Michellee did to pass the time was art. At such an early age, she got the job done with crayons. She would make pictures of herself and everyone else she knew, although getting her hair just right was a complete nightmare.
At one point, Michellee’s dad came into her room to check on her.
“Hey, honey”, he greeted.
“Hi, Daddy”, Michellee greeted back.
He came over to the table and knelt down to look at what his daughter was doing.
“My my. What’re you drawing?”
“All of you guys. Me and you and Mommy and Cynthia and Simon.”
Harvey tilted his head to get a different point of view. He smiled at his daughter’s progress.
“It looks great, Chellee.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
“By the way, did you know your dad is an artist too?”
“What’s an artist?”
“An artist is someone who makes drawings, for instance, but also sculptures and paintings.”
“Oh! I know painting! I did finger painting in preschool!”
“Yes! That’s what I do! Well, not really finger painting, but painting in general.”
“Wow!”
“Would you like to see?”
Suddenly, Michellee felt nervous. “Will Mommy let me?”
“She should. If not, at least you have my permission.”
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Taking a ride in the limo, Harvey brings Michellee to the Snobbery Hills Hall of Walls.
To Michellee, unless she was going to school, the very town she lived in felt like an anomaly. At this point, any location would blow her mind, even a place as monotonous as an art gallery.
“Oh my!”, Michellee exclaimed upon seeing the art. “You did all these?”
“Not in this spot, hon. Follow me.” Harvey led his daughter to the elevator, which took them to the top floor. “This is where they put the really special pictures.”
They finally stopped at a portrait of a grassy landscape with mountains in the distance at sunset. The painting's time setting gave it a heavy emphasis on the color orange, which made the grass look more like blood having been spilt from the many flowers it begat. In the bottom left corner was Harvey’s signature and the date it was painted.
Michellee was so entranced, she tried to touch it, but her father stopped her.
“Sorry, hon. Can’t touch anything in here”, he told her.
“This is pretty, Daddy!”
Harvey smiled. Then he sat down on a nearby bench. “Come here, Michellee.” He motioned for her to approach him. Once she was close enough, he picked her up and set her on his knee. “You remember Grandpa Ed?”
“Yes.”
“He was the one who taught me how to paint. In fact, I was just about your age when he began to show me how. Your grandpa made a lot of money off of his works and it helped build our house.”
“Grandpa built our house?”
“Oh no, not by himself. I meant more like he paid for it, renovations too, but that’s not important. What is important is that we Weebies have a natural history of being artists. You, my sweet, have inherited a gift!”
“I did?”
He nods. “But I’m not gonna be like your mom and force you into things. If you ever tire of art, I’ll fully support any other job you choose.”
Michellee hugs her dad. “I love you, Daddy. Your drawings are so pretty.”
“Not as much as you are, Chellee.”
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The two of them returned home to find Rose completely livid.
“Where have you two been?!”
Before engaging his wife, Harvey tells Michellee, “Go on upstairs, hon. I’ll deal with this.”
The little girl runs upstairs, but instead of going to her room, she sits behind one of the pillars for the railing and listens.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you we were going out. I kinda hoped Simon would tell you.”
Rose couldn’t care less. “Where’d you go?”
Her husband froze for a solid moment. “Just…the Hall of Walls.”
“You what?!”
At the top of the stairs, Michellee peeked from behind the pillar as soon as her mother raised her voice.
“It’s fine. We just-”
Rose slaps her husband across the face.
Michellee screams. Her parents notice her.
“Chellee! Please go to your room!”, Harvey insisted.
“But Mommy-”
“You didn’t see anything, Michellee”, Rose “assured” her. “Now do as your father says and go to your room!”
Michellee, feeling guilty and worried for her dad, walks away.
“You took her to the Hall of Walls?!”, the woman asked her husband in a fury.
“Of course I did! Why’s that such a bad thing?!”
“Because I don’t want our daughter committing to that time wasting job of yours!”
“I do art because it’s my passion, Rose! And it’s what had us sitting pretty in Snobbery Hills right now!”
“Well it’s time we shift our family business into something more interesting, to say the leas-tuh”, she emphasized the last T in ‘least’.
“That’s not a ‘you’ decision; it’s something we have to gradually transition out of. Besides…” Harvey paused.
In this moment of ceasefire
Harvey began to strategize
Should he admit his daughter’s talent?
Who knows what will catalyze?
“Besides what?”, his wife asked, arms crossed.
“Uhh, nothing.”
“Don’t ‘nothing’ me, you sorry sack!” Her voice began to rise again. “Tell me what’s on your mind!”
Dammit!, Harvey was kicking himself mentally. “It’s…Michellee. She…”
Rose tapped her foot impatiently.
“She does her own art now.”
The woman looked like she was having a heart attack.
“Please don’t condemn her or me; our daughter’s a marvel! Very talented for her age!” Rose lowered her arms. “Now…can we just let this go and cool our heads?”
He was struck with another slap even harder than the last. Harvey fell to the ground, clutching his stinging cheek. Rose began charging upstairs.
“No!”, Harvey yelled, realizing what his wife was about to do. “You won’t touch her!”
“Mommy, stop it!”, Michellee screamed.
Rose had come into her room, started tearing up her drawings, shouting “This is filth that wastes your life away!”, and now was striking her with that dreaded paddle. Unfortunately for Michellee, her mother had locked the door behind her so no one was coming to save her. The little girl screamed and cried; she’d tried ducking under her bed, but was dragged back out.
“This is your own damn fault! Stop crying!”
Oh, my…
How could…
Did that really just…
For shame!
Yeah, I know that doesn’t rhyme, but I’m too shocked to stick to the script
For the next few hours into nightfall, Michellee lay on her bed, crying. To make matters worse, Simon and Cynthia were ordered to stay away from Michellee at the command of Rose.
Speaking of whom, Michellee could hear her parents shouting at each other in their own bedroom. A lot of what they were saying was too explicit to recap, but what stood out the most was hearing her mother shout: “Then get out of here!”
With her door still locked, Michellee could only tug on the doorknob in vain, trying to stop her father from leaving her.
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Back in her old bedroom years later, Michellee sat on the bed. Guy emptied their suitcase of its contents into the bureau drawers. Once he finished, he looked over at Michellee.
“You okay, honey?”
Snapping out of her stupor, Michellee says, “Oh. Yes. Just…thinking.”
“It's okay. Like I said: if you’re feeling too uncomfortable, we’ll pack up, grab the kids and go back home.”
She nods.
“Good!” Guy finishes with a nod.
Guy gave Michellee a hug of reassurance.
Guy may not know the whole story
But that won’t stop him from being a good husband
Someone who’s always there
When Michellee’s feeling deadened
“I love you, Guy”, she said to him. Then she kissed his cheek.
“I love you too, hon.”
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A Rilvalry Born Out of Not Changing Seats.
So @jacquesthepigeon was talking about giving Adrien a rilval like Lila is to Marinette and that made me think of this... I’m pretty sure at this point it’d have to be a whole canon rewrite thing. But either way jacquesthepigeon if you ever see this, your salt brings me life.
If we're going with an AU (because the actual show wouldn't have the guts to do this) I think it would be hilarious if Nino was that rival. Like maybe in this version Bustier didn't tell Nino to sit in front so he didn't hear Adrien's very first Truama Dump.
But do you know what he does see? Marinette standing up for herself for the first time, Marinette and Alya becoming best friends (and feeling genuinely happy for the shy girl he's known for years) and he sees Adrien. The same Adrien that Chloe has been ranting and bragging about since school started. He sees the new guy do nothing to stop Chloe or Sabrina and all Nino can think is ‘Oh great. Another Chloe.’
So Nino starts off already pretty jaded toward Adrien, but much like with the actual Chloe he’s content to leave things be. Until he becomes friends with Marinette and Alya as well. Let’s say it’s from the episode where Nathaniel gets akumatized and Marinette, Alya, and Nino get partnered together. (Adrien gets stuck with Chloe and Sabrina but that doesn’t matter since he wouldn’t stand up to Chloe) Nino discovers that the shy girl who always brought the best snacks to school was actually very kind (and charmingly awkward).
The three quickly become friends and Marinette lets Nino in on her big secret. Not the Ladybug one. The crush one. Now Nino, like most the class, already had an idea that she liked Adrien, but unlike the rest of the class (who were seemingly charmed by his model smile) Nino didn’t fully trust Adrien. Sure the kid had been homeschooled, and that was painfully evident in his social awkwardness, and apparently the only friend he’d ever had was Chloe, which was like five red flags in and of itself, but there was just something off about Adrien. Maybe it was in the way he said he wanted to make friends but flat out refused to stand up to Chloe unless one of her schemes affected him personally.
But Nino isn’t one to needlessly hate on someone, it takes too much energy to hate someone, so he doesn’t say anything against Marinette liking Adrien (at the end of the day she’s her own person and will like whoever she wants to regardless of what other people say) but does recomend maybe dialing it back a little.
Aside from that, if Nino keeps a sharper eye on Adrien then it’s just to make sure the new kid is ‘adjusting’ alright.
But other than that Nino is still ‘meh’ towards Adrien. That lasts right up until Lila and Kagami show up. And since he’s sitting in the back instead of in front of the embodyment of goodluck and beside the embodyment of badluck, he’s a little more removed from that particular drama, so he can see that Lila is just as off as Adrien is. But again Nino isn’t one for hating people based on a gut feeling, so Lila gets the same ‘meh’ treatment as Adrien. And that is why when Marinette admits to having seen Ladybug confront Lila in front of Adrien about the girl being a liar, Nino belives her. And this is when the anger towards Adrien comes in. Adrien knew that Lila was a liar and didn’t tell anyone. Not wanting to alienate the new kid? Understandable. Letting her use your classmates as her own personal servants? Now it was Chloe 2.0
So at this point Nino now actively dislikes Adrien.
And then Adrien’s first date with Kagami happened. Or as Nino soon learned, Marinette planning Adrien’s first date with Kagami because Adrien asked her to. Nino isn’t a violent person by nature, but he just about smacked the blond boy when he heard that. A blind person could see that Marinette had feelings for the model. And as far as Nino was concerned, Adrien had used those feelings to make sure he’d have a perfect date with another girl. No one deserved that. Hell Chloe wouldn’t deserve that.
Nino’s had enough. Adrien is a spineless coward and shouldn’t be treated like the golden child he isn’t. So Nino starts speaking up against Adrien every chance he gets, both against Adrien himself and Chloe and Lila.
Now in the canon universe this would cause ungodly amounts of tension between him and Marinette, but in this hypothetical AU Marinette is genuinely hurt by everything with Kagami, so her crush isn’t as big when Nino starts blasting salt in the general viscenity Adrien.
And the way to get Adrien to hate Nino? Very Easy.
First, Nino doesn’t like Adrien. And as we’ve seen, everyone apparently likes Adrien so Nino practically blows the boy’s mind. Adrien would try to befriend Nino but Nino would shut that down so fast. And Adrien, ever the non-confrontist that he is, would drop the subject but it would rub him raw every time he saw the other boy.
Second, with the seeds of discord planted, when Nino starts challenging Chloe and Lila is when Adrien’s hatred starts. Nino’s rocking the boat. Nino isn’t letting things lie. He’s actively starting arguments and destroying Adrien’s perfect little paradise. And as we know when things disrupt Adrien’s paradise, he goes straight for the nuclear button.
So Adrien tries to force Nino to stop, but a.) The two aren’t friends so Adrien has no clout there. b.) Gabriel’s name only has weight in the fashion industry so Adrien can’t pull a Chloe and get him blacklisted. and c.) When Nino heard Adrien trying to threaten him he laughed and said, “Try me I dare you.”
And thus a rilvary was born.
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 333
Golden Time/Can You Hear Me?
“Golden Time”
Plot Description: Sam’s efforts to help Eileen include a trip to Rowena’s old place, where and ambush awaits. Castiel goes it alone as he works the case of a missing boy
(I thought Eileen was DEAD dead)
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I don’t know if she’ll die but I hope she does. *I* wouldn’t trash Rowena’s residence (end of sentence…but I also wouldn’t do it and expect to live). Yeah. She’s dead. I’d be ok
Cas is goin by Clarence again 🥺
Eileen got dragged to hell by the hellhound that killed her…ok…but like…i can’t remember if that’s a new rule from Chuck or whatever because they’ve definitely taken a soul from hell to send to heaven before. They rescued Bobby, why can’t they do the same for Eileen?
What IS goin on with Dean? His nihilistic attitude is irritating
They were so cute and deserved more than they got (San and Eileen)
Oh are there witches keeping an eye on this place? But like, in a bad way
Not to bring in Stranger Things but this woman whose son is missing and her relation to the town is very much giving Winona Ryder’s character
Sam! No!! You cannot possibly be proposing bringing Mary back again! One, you KNOW she’s happy in heaven and two, you’ve still just clearly never watched fullmetal alchemist. OH!! Bring EILEEN back. That’s a lot better, for arbitrary reasons.
Ah fuck. The ambush. One of the witches looks vaguely familiar but apparently we’ve never seen her
This mom is really testing Cas’s patience
Yeah, just looking at Emily, I can tell her sister (and probably mother, too) didn’t like her (Omg the actress was Bree in the Twilight series…she apparently was also in an episode in 2006)
They found her son! Oh and the sheriff is behind it all. Cas stabbing him to death was unnecessarily attractive
This best be three on three. Where are you Eileen?
Oh, no. Poor Emily 😭 I get that she was gonna kill Sam but she was a victim of her mother and sister’s abuse and deserved a longer life
Can a ghost choke out another ghost?? Neither are alive nor need to breathe
Why is your power fading, Cas??? I hate this
Castiel being at all happy makes me worried, and that sucks (12 more episodes til THE one)
I’m glad they at least allowed her to wrap a towel around herself before Sam turned around
Dean being proud of Sam and Sam needing Dean by his side to defeat god 🥹
(Ok but like I’m glad we got some explanation for why people were saying Sam ended up marrying Eileen off screen in the finale)
“Can You Hear Me?”
Plot Description: a cry for help from across the stars. Terrifying creatures in 1380 Aleppo. And in Sheffield, something is infecting people’s nightmares. The Doctor and friends investigate
That felt very first five minutes of a Supernatural episode, not Doctor Who
Does Chris Chinball not trust people to write their own episodes??
Oh, Doc. She doesn’t want to be without her friends for more than a few moments 😭 she wants to skip straight to tomorrow
Why’s Ryan’s friend need like five locks on his door?
Girl, who are you talking to?? Oh she just automatically assumes her companions are with her
Oh it’s like an especially jacked werewolf but weirder. HER SCREWDRIVER ISNT PICKING UP A SPECIES AT ALL??
I thought their nightmares were supposed to be invaded, they’re fully awake
Oh, Ryan’s friend is having the nightmares…and he’s seeing the dude from his nightmares all over the place. The locks make sense now
Yaz’s sister is an icon and a hero. I don’t care that she’s been fired from her last three jobs, sometimes customers need to be told they’re annoying. And she wasn’t afraid to tell them
What are Yaz and her sister…not celebrating but acknowledging with this dinner and a movie? I hope we get told
Oh that’s the guy from the TARDIS, and I’m sure that’s also the guy Ryan’s friend has been seeing in his nightmares
I didn’t know that guy ate an offshoot of the chop chop fruit! Still…I prefer Buggy to this creep, and it seems he can only remove his fingers and…do…something…
It’s not all the time that the Doctor takes someone from a time much much earlier than ours far into the future and to a different galaxy altogether
What if—I got really distracted by the fingers covering so much of this place. I have a bad feeling about the girl Graham wants to save, but that might be my previous experience this evening with ambushes
So this dude can create your worst nightmares if he sticks one of his fingers in your ear. Gross
Seems we’re getting bits and pieces of what Yaz and her sister were acknowledging in her nightmare
Ryan is getting flashbacks from orphan 55 combined with his friend guilting him for not being there
And of course Graham has Grace angry he didn’t save her while also being told he’s sick and dying
What the fuck did that girl do to this guy that he’s torturing her with EVERYONE’S nightmares?!
Ah, fuck. I knew she shouldn’t have been freed. All of what this dude did was a ruse to get the Doctor to free the more powerful immortal…these two bet each other on who could cause more death and destruction on two innocent planets?
Again with the finger to the ear 😑
Yeah, I figured hers would be about Gallifrey (and to a lesser extent I thought it would be about this subtle timeless child plotline)
I love Ryan so much. He had ZERO tact telling his friend where they were and how they got there. Fantastic
Interesting how the guy wants to immediately gorge on nightmares and she wants to savor them
I’m less and less impressed with his power especially after seeing her smoky tendrils collecting nightmares
Oh damn!! They managed to trap the immortals by using the girl from Aleppo’s nightmare creatures and the guy immortal’s fingers
Something is going to happen to this woman who’s come to help bring Yaz back home, isn’t it? Maybe not…why was this THE nightmare for Yaz?
This is literally the first time 13 has had this kind of one on one emotional conversation with a companion, and it’s Graham
I WISH we were gonna go see Mary Shelley, but that probably won’t happen
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Looking for a Place to Happen
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity.
This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.
Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely
Note: We’re starting Sam’s installment but this weekend I’ll probably only be catching up on my headcanons and drabbles because I’ve been a lazy bitch and I’m sorry to those who have been waiting.
Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!
Chapter 1: I've got a job, I explore
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The sleepy town of Birch was awake.
In those last weeks, the arrival of outsiders had roused the attention of many once passive residents of the timeless territory. Those brick buildings unchanged by the tick of the clock inlaid into the old tower above the library that chimed every hour on the hour. They still stood with only chips in the mortar but the air tasted different. The frost was more bitter and the sky more grim. An omen of something no one could predict.
It was the perfect setting for a screenplay. The isolated town with its unsavoury secrets and the visitors who threatened to bring them to the surface. It was inspiring to you, to imagine what was hidden behind the stern wrinkled faces of the town elders and under the jackets of those men who wore the cut of the local club. The bikers ruled the town covertly but everyone knew that Bucky Barnes’ palm was lined with the map of Birch.
As a bystander, an unnoticed observer, just another ant in the hill, you watched from the side and amused yourself with the drama of others. It was like a soap opera or another HBO hype machine. Those things you aspired to when you could be free of this ho-hum town.
The snows added to the natural gloom of the place. The deep heaps smothered the noise and harkened back to those days of colonial settlement. Forgotten, desolate, fearful.
You ventured down in your heavy boots that stretched to your knees and pushed your chin down into your scarf. As a child, you ran and jumped in those piles, now you were out of breath just trying to walk past them.
You stopped in the bakery that doubled as the only café, a place where the owner, Babs, tried to to intimidate the last caffeinated trends. She was always a few seasons behind but you didn’t mind so much.
You ordered the salted caramel mocha and waited patiently as the quiet woman fought with the steaming machines. She was older than you but you’d work with her for one summer during high school, only five years ago. She had the eyes of a child still, but there was something worn in her. As if she’d been exposed to far too much in her three or so decades in that place. She was a harbinger of what you didn’t want to become.
You thanked her for your drink and set out once more into the billowing winds. Birch winters were never kind but this one was crueler than most. Your teeth chattered as you blew the steam away from the lid and hugged it with your mittened hands.
You stopped short as you heard the familiar ding of the diner door across the street. You recognised the mechanic who kept to herself and once growled at you in the grocery store. She stormed across the street, followed closely and quickly by a black-haired man you’d only seen once before. He was one of those outsiders who came to deal with the club men.
You sped up as you sensed chaos brewing and pulled out your phone as you balanced your paper cup in your other hand. You flicked your camera on just as you got to the front of the shop and the man grabbed the mechanic. You let out an ‘oop’ as she turned on him and you aimed the lens at the couple as they fell into the snow, the man’s shoes giving little traction to his steps.
You moved closer, stunned by the scene, and kept your cell phone rolling as you found a better angle around the snowy walks. As she choked him on the ground he elbowed her and she coughed as she rolled away. She snarled as he clamoured to his feet, slipping and sliding as he marched away.
You killed the recording and watched the man cross the street again, nearly wiping out as he did and when you looked back to the mechanic, she was gone behind the clattering door. You chuckled to yourself and tucked away your cell. It was prime footage for TikTok; with a bit of editing, it would be comedy gold.
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You stomped up the steps of your grandmother’s house, this time through the front door as you heard her chair rocking in the front room. You usually took the stairs in the back as you paid her to live on the upper floor of the duplex. You checked in with her daily, she didn’t get out much more than the occasional trip to the grocery store when you couldn’t or you dragged her out to join you for a tea at Babs’.
“You’re late,” she grumbled as you set your cup down and unzipped your coat.
“For what?” you scoffed.
“It’s after noon and you don’t even come down to say hello? A ‘good morning, nan’,” she harrumphed.
You chuckled and hung your coat before shoving your boots over on the mat. You grabbed your mocha and leaned on the doorway as you watched her crocheting in her chair, reruns of some court show playing from the boxy television.
“I was working,” you said, “sent in some stuff for review. Hopefully not much work to be done.”
“I don’t know how you make money on that interweb,” she bemoaned, “I don’t trust it.”
“Maybe you’d trust it more if you used the Netflix subscription I got you,” you crossed your arms, “then you wouldn’t have to watch trash daytime TV.”
She shrugged and muttered under her breath. She could be crotchety but you liked her sense of humour. Your aunts and uncles never came around because they just took it as spite. You were the only one who knew how to handle the jaded old lady.
“Maybe you coulda looked out the window,” you snickered, “quite a show going on in town.”
“Hmm, what’s that?” she stilled her needles and reached for her tea stained cup.
“Just a fight. You wouldn’t believe it, that lady mechanic beat the shit--”
“Language,” she huffed.
“Anyway, she had this guy in a chokehold. It was awesome.”
“What guy?” she squinted at you over her glasses.
“I dunno. Some out of towner. Remember I told you about that burly dude hanging around the library?”
“There’s more?” she sucked on her teeth, “those bikers have never been good news and now they’re bringing in more.”
“Yeah, well, what’re you gonna do?” you sniffed as you took out your phone and rewatched the scuffle with the volume down. You shook your head and opened up your TikTok.
“I don’t understand why you’re always on your dang phone,” your grandmother pestered.
“I’m not always on my phone,” you smiled at her smugly, “there are those time when I’m listening to you prattle on or you know, making you tea, oh, and cooking you dinner. What was it I did last week? Oh that’s right, I got Pippin out of the crawlspace.”
“I’m too old to be chasin’ that cat all around,” she huffed, “where is he anyway?”
“He’s your cat, I don’t know? Last time I saw him, I sent him back out the window for shredding my charger.”
“He knows you need to give it a rest,” she laughed to herself, “got your nose to that screen too much.”
“And what do you do, old lady? Crocheting doilies to put where exactly?”
She gave you that dry smile, the one that said watch it but carried a hint of humour still. You hit post and put your phone away as you waved off her irritation.
“Well, you know what, I sit all day at my computer, doing who knows what and you know what it got me?” you taunted, “a large mocha!” you sipped as you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote, “and it’s paying my rent and putting bullet points on my resume.”
“Mhmm,” she scowled, “just remember, real life ain’t online. Those videos you’re always laughing at like hyena, that’s not reality. You forget it and it’ll come back and bit you. ‘Specially with those bikers.”
“Oh, nan, you know too well, don’t you? Didn’t you have a fling with one back in your hippie phase?”
“Two, actually,” she raised her brows, “I was young and stupid. Not like you, but still.”
“I love you too,” you chirped and sipped from your cup, flicking the station to Jerry Springer, “that’s more like it.”
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Your usual TikToks were sarcastic and dull complaints about your small town life. The response was less than pleasing but it gave you an outlet to vent. You liked to goof around and document the very specific type of weirdos that resided in Birch. But the video of the fight in the snow blew up your phone and made it difficult to ignore the buzzing as you went back up to your room to eke out the last of your captions for the ad agency.
When at last you could call your day hard-earned, you logged off and sent in your hours to the agency. Social media promotion was easy enough but the working gigs for a thousand different companies was tedious. You hoped you could build your portfolio enough to manage a single corporate page as you continued to chip away at your creative outlets.
You picked up your phone as you waited for Netflix to load on your tiny smart tv and flopped onto your bed, not two feet from your desk. You hit the icon in the upper panel of your phone and scrolled through the notifications, pausing to turn on another episode of the cable sitcom from ten years before. You snorted as you read each comment but the number under the video made your eyes round. The thing was bound to go viral.
As usual, you went down to help with supper. Pippin, the orange tabby, returned to cry at his dish and you fed him too. Your nan peered through her glasses at a crossword as she tasted the tangy pasta sauce.
“More basil,” she snipped.
“Well, I asked if you wanted to help,” you muttered, “I think it’s good.”
“Hmmp, I need milk,” she jutted her chin out, “for my after-dinner tea.”
“You couldn’t say something like three hours ago?” you blinked.
“I could have but I didn’t,” she snickered. You rolled your eyes and she took another forkful of penne and filled in another line on her puzzle, “ah, no hurry, girlie, you know I’m patient.”
“Patient? You?” you chuckled as you took your plate and shoved it in the microwave to keep it warm. The ancient thing had a dial and the door stuck, “I’ll just go get it over with.”
“Don’t forget your mitts,” she called after you as you tramped into the front room, “it’s cold.”
You pulled on your knitted cap and matching mitts. You zipped up your parka and shoved your feet into the deep boots. You grabbed your wallet and buried it in the spacious pocket. You bounced out the front door and down the steps as the sky sent down another coat of powder for the night.
You went up White Forge Street and through the short path behind the diner that led to the main road. You glanced over at The Asp, the beacon of the dull town, and turned towards the grocer. Like anywhere in Birch, the store was outdated and stuffy. It felt like stepping into another time with the paper bags and chunky tills.
You went down the center aisle and stopped at the fridge to search through the frosted glass. Your nan only drank whole milk and the last time you carelessly grabbed skim, she whined that even Pippin wouldn’t drink it. She was particular but that was just her nature. You couldn’t say you were any less fussy in some instances.
You grabbed a jug and the door slapped closed against the worn rubber seal. You headed up the candy aisle and brushed your woolly thumb over your chin as you considered gummy bears or Reeses’ Pieces.
“Hard choice?” The deep voice jolted you.
You snatched the box of chocolate and looked over at the man in leather, his chin tucked down behind the collar as snow dusted his shoulders.
“Sure,” you said as you brushed past him.
The cut of the leather told you he was better not entertained. While you thought the men amusing, you weren’t stupid enough to engage with them. You rarely listened to your grandmother but she was wise in her own way.
You knew a girl in highschool, she was fucking around with one of the club men in her junior year, she ended up with a baby and no support. You didn’t think he was into you that way but he could hardly have innocent intentions.
“How’s the old lady?” Clayton asked as he rung in your order at the end of the belt, you moved along with the groceries and pulled out your wallet.
“The usual, you know? She’s tryna quit again. Don’t know how long it’ll last.”
“Oh yeah? I’ll keep a carton aside for her,” he kidded as you felt your phone vibing in your back pocket.
“Don’t encourage her,” you swiped your card and punched in your pin, “although I don’t know what’s worse; the smoke or her sucking on those mints all the time.”
“Oh, it’s not the bitchin’?” he laughed.
“That, too,” you scooped up the paper bag and put your wallet away, “have a good one.”
As you came to the end of the first counter, you were nearly cut off by the club member as he swept around from till two. His own purchase of a car magazine and jerky was tucked under his arm.
“Ah, sorry,” he smiled, a sparkling smile, almost charming.
“No worries,” you continued on and he followed close behind.
“Those mitts look real warm. ‘Specially in this weather,” he said as you pushed open the door.
“Uh huh,” you kept on as your boots crunched out into the snow.
“You know where I can get a pair. Leather isn’t exactly thermal, you know?”
“These? My nan made ‘em. I’m sure Clayton got some hung up back there,” you looked across the street as you stepped up onto the ledge of snow between the sidewalk and the road.
“Am I bothering you?” he asked.
You looked at him dumbly and almost laughed in his face. You glanced back across the street then down towards The Asp.
“Sorta,” you answered.
“Make you a deal. Leave ya alone for your name.”
You eyed him. He was older than you like many of the Commandos. At least a decade, likely more than that. You chewed on your hesitation and cradled the bag more firmly against your side. His eyes strayed as he tried to see through the thick layer of your coat.
“Nah, I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers,” you said and hopped off onto the road.
You heard him behind you as he struggled to follow and as you came up to the other side, he came parallel with you and kept stride with you easily.
“I know you’re young but you’re not a kid,” he intoned, “what’s the harm in a name?”
“It’s a small town,” you stopped short of the end of White Forge, “I think I know enough about you to avoid you.”
“Oh ho, is that it? Well, I’m Sam, I’m not a stranger now, am I?”
“Not interested, Sam. Sure there’s women your own age over at the bar,” you nodded behind him.
“You wanna come see? Maybe have a drink?” he gave a crooked grin.
“You don’t give up, do you?” you shook your head, put off by his forwardness.
“Well?”
“Not tonight, Sam,” you turned around and headed down White Forge.
“Then what night?” he asked but you didn’t answer and he didn’t follow.
You turned down onto your street and refused to look back in case. It would be best not to mention the run-in to your nan, she was paranoid enough as it was. Besides, you’d forget about it by the end of next week.
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Bring Me Back
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Summary: Filming “Cherry” had its ups and downs for Tom. When filming finally takes its toll on him, you’re there to instantly bring him back from the world of Cherry.
Warnings: Mentions of drug abuse, PTSD, murder. A smidge of smut.
A/n: In honor of the Cherry🍒 trailer dropping, I decided to write this!
(GIF creds: @atealiers )
Any kind of project was a blessing to Tom. He loved being an actor. He was fond of telling stories through the big screen and got a kick from portraying many different characters. Acting was something he felt passionate about, it was his craft and he was very dedicated when it came to becoming his roles. Cherry was quite different from the other movies he’s been in. It was dark and contained many subjects like drug addiction, PTSD, and crime. The world of Cherry was something Tom was not used to; it was twisted. He hasn’t been exposed to things like drugs or the events that Nico Walker had been through. Which was why he was hesitant to take on the role of Cherry.
When the Russo Brothers approached him with the idea, he was excited. He was getting the opportunity to tell another story and would explore the world of a new character. Though the more he looked into it, he realized that maybe he wasn’t up for the role. Was he really ready to dive into the dark and traumatizing life of Nico Walker? As an actor, he was willing to take the job, it would give him an opportunity to expand his career and would possibly be one of his best work. As Tom, he wasn’t sure if he could handle learning or re-enacting the events that occurred in Cherry. But Tom did like a challenge, which was why he ended up agreeing to become Cherry.
He prepared himself mentally and physically pre- production. For research, he interviewed army veterans and former drug addicts to get an idea of what it was like to be in those positions. To get the look of Cherry, he did a variety of things. For example, going on a diet and losing weight, then gaining said weight again once they had to shoot the army scenes. Another thing he did was shave off the gorgeous brown curls that adorned his head. At first you weren’t too happy with his change in hairstyle, but later on you found yourself running your hands along the short strands of hair, loving the fuzzy feeling it gave your palms.
After the interviews and hearing others’ experience, Tom felt a level of responsibility to tell the story of millions of people around the world. Not only was it telling the story of Nico, but of other army veterans who suffered from PTSD and people who’ve had drug addictions. He was fully on board now and there was no looking back. He was going to push himself to the limit and to places he’s never been before.
Filming was tough. There were scenes he had to do that were so unlike him, that felt wrong, and sometimes he just had to take a step back. They didn’t feel right, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. This was his job, if he wanted this movie to be the best that it can, he was going to commit. Thankfully, he was working with the Russos, who he’s known for a while now. He was familiar with the two and they were patient with him, giving him the time to regain himself before shooting an intense scene. The cast and crew were very understanding as well, creating a safe space for him on set. Having Harry along with him helped as well, the familiarity of his brother kept him grounded and avoided him from falling into the void of Cherry. Though he had all these supportive people around him, there was only one person who could calm him down when things got suffocating on set. The only person he wanted to be in Cleveland with him but wasn’t. You. Since you had your own life and job, you were unable to fly out to Cleveland with him. Instead you stayed at your shared home with Tessa as company. All he needed was you when he felt the affects of Cherry caging in on him. Just the sound of your comforting voice over the phone could clear his head and make him breath again.
He had his bad days on set, where he would have to take a moment and hide in his trailer for a few minutes. During those few minutes he liked to be alone as he waited for you to answer your phone. The line would ring, it’d stop, then the sound of your sweet voice would be the only thing he’d hear. Sometimes you didn’t answer the first time, but nonetheless you answered eventually. It wasn’t the same as having you with him in person, you had your responsibilities, and he understood that. He just wished that one day you’d come to Cleveland. He wanted to be in your arms, stuff his face into your neck, breath in your familiar scent, he just wanted to feel you. You were his home. His safe haven. And it was all he wanted right now.
•
Glancing at your phone, you wondered why Tom hasn’t texted you yet. Not that you were itching for him to text you, but because around this time he would be blowing up your phone telling you things that happened during filming or how his day was going. You decided that filming probably went into overtime making him busy during his break. You shrug to yourself and continue working on your laptop.
You hear the sound of Tessa’s nails clicking against the floors as she enters the office of your home. You greet her with a smile as she settles herself beside your legs.
“Is it dinner time already, Tess?” You scratch her head as you glance at the time on your screen. It was currently nine at night, a bit late for dinner, but you haven’t noticed.
“Just give me five more minutes and I’ll get us dinner. How does that sound, love?” A somewhat sound of approval emits from Tessa. You get back to work, fingers typing away as you finish off the last of your work.
You finish in four minutes, finally satisfied with your work. You let out a content sigh and turn your laptop off. When you get up you stretch and let your bones crack after being in the same position for hours. Tessa joins you, stretching out her front paws then shaking her body out. You chuckle as you lead the way to the kitchen. Taking the scoop for Tessa’s kibble, you fill her bowl up, causing the dog to look up in curiosity. Once you placed the bowl down, her tail wagged wildly as she stuffed her face into her food.
You decided on going for something simple, ramen noodles. You were too tired too cook anything and ramen noodles were the quickest thing to cook in your pantry. While you waited for the noodles to heat up you checked your phone. You went through your notifications, but there were still no texts from Tom. Though you were concerned, you assumed that they had a long shooting day, making him too busy to text. 
Hi love! I hope you’re doing well in Cleveland. I know you’re probably busy, but hopefully filming isn’t tiring you out too much. Have an amazing day! Don’t forget to drink some water from time to time and eat :) Tess and I miss you and love you so much! Talk soon xxx
You send the text with a smile. He won’t read it till he was free or done with filming, but you knew he’d see the message while you were asleep.
The microwave beeps, letting you know that your food was done. You end your night catching up on episodes of New Girl and eating soup. When you were done you did your nightly routine and settled in bed. You turn the lights off and snuggled under the warm sheets.
“Night Tessa.” You whisper to her. A huff comes out of her as she makes herself comfortable on the foot of your bed. When the both of you were settled, you slowly drifted off to sleep.
Buzz
Buzz
The harsh vibrations of your phone shook you awake. Desperate for sleep, you blindly grab your phone and turn it off. Silence fills the room again as you turn around to stuff your face into Tom’s pillow. You were slowly drifting back to sleep when your phone began to vibrate again. With a groan you stretch back and snatch for phone off the night stand. You don’t bother looking at the caller id.
“Hello?” Your voice rasps out.
“Thank God you answered.” The person on the other line said. “I know you’re busy, but how soon can you visit Cleveland?” The deep voice was belonged to Harry.
“Uh—I’m not too sure, I’ll need to check in with my boss.” You reply. When you start feeling more awake you become curious as to why Harry can be calling you. “Why? Is everything ok? How’s Tom? I haven’t heard from him all day.”
The younger Holland sighs. He takes a moment to answer your questions making you suffer in silence, wondering what could have happened to your boyfriend. “Um, they’ve been shooting some intense scenes lately. Tom’s been trying his best but everyone’s noticed that he’s been a bit different.”
You sit up in bed feeling more awake. “What do you mean by different, Haz?”
“Well he’s snapped at the Russos quite a few times. There was this one scene, that they shot multiple times, and Tom would just break down after every one. (Y/n), I’m concerned for my brother, I don’t know what else to do. He’s locked himself in his room after every shoot. A—and I don’t know. I’ve tried to tell him that he can talk to me but he wouldn’t.” Harry explained, his voice croaked. You heart felt heavy for him. Harry was always there for his older brother, so to see him feel so helpless made you feel sorry.
“Haz, calm down, you know how your brother can get. How long has this been happening?”
Harry sniffed over the phone, “About a few weeks now. It’s only started becoming worse last week and now.”
The concern you felt for Tom grew. From what he’s been texting you, filming had been going great. He appeared happy on your FaceTime calls and sounded like his usual self. But maybe he actually wasn’t.
“Harry everything’s gonna be fine, alright?” You assure him. “I’ll call my boss first thing in the morning and when I get the ‘ok’ to leave I’ll get the first flight out to Cleveland. How’s that sound?”
“It sounds good. Can you tell me if you can make it? I’ll have someone come with me to pick you up at the airport.” His voice is quiet, almost muffled.
“Yeah I will, don’t worry.”
“Ok, thank you (y/n).” A small smile forms on your lips. You rub the sleep out your eyes as you glance at your closet. “Alright Haz, I’m gonna go now. But if there’s anything else, just text me or call.”
“I know, stay safe (y/n).” You bid him goodbye and place your phone on the empty space beside your side of the bed. Tom’s side of the bed. You bite your lip in thought as you worry about your boyfriend. You knew he was doing almost everything he can to make sure the movie came out perfect. If that meant shredding himself emotionally and physically, he was going to do it. Tom was dedicated to his work, but he’s never done anything close to Cherry, making you worried about the thoughts that could possibly be going through your lover’s head.
Tessa, who’s now woken up, waddles closer to you, sensing your uneasiness. You appreciate the dog’s gesture and pull her into your side, resting your chin on her head. You were basically sleepless the whole night. Although you haven’t emailed your boss yet, you already had a suitcase packed of your clothes. Your passport and other important belongings were already in a bag, ready to leave London.
The morning had been hectic. You’ve managed to get two hours of sleep, waking up at six in the morning. Still in bed, you sent your boss an email about a family emergency and how you needed to be out of the country for at least a week. As if the gods above knew of your situation, your boss willingly let you go, no questions asked and gave you well wishes. With that out the way, you scowered the Internet for flights to Cleveland. Luck was on your side that morning because you’ve booked a flight that took off in the afternoon. With your bags packed, you drove to Nikki and Dom’s to drop off Tessa.
Now all checked in, you were at Heathrow Airport waiting to be called for your flight. You were sat at your gate, with an iced coffee and a croissant from Starbucks, texting Harry. The two of you were discussing the time you’d arrive and how he’d pick you up. When you were both in agreement, you two decided to catch up. He had been in Tom’s trailer eating his breakfast. An hour passes and you were being called to board the plane.
You settle in your seat, but your leg bounced in anticipation. After the things Harry told you, you just wanted to have your boyfriend in your arms. You knew everything was probably getting to his head, all you wanted to do was hold him and tell him that he was going to be ok. As the plane began to take off, your lack of sleep caught up on you. Throughout the whole flight, you slept soundly, the worries of Tom subsiding for the time being.
~🛬~
The plane lands in Cleveland safely. It was night when you arrived. With your bags, you looked around the airport for a familiar curly haired boy. Harry waves wildly at you before running and pulling you into a tight hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around the slender boy.
“How’s your day been, Haz?” You ruffle his hair as he rolls your suitcase to the parking lot. He shrugs, “The usual. Was on set with Tom, ran around and got things for him, nothing much happened honestly. But you’re here now, so this is the highlight of my night.”
The two of you approach a black car with a driver inside, Harry motions for him to unlock the trunk. He lifts your case in before the two of you get into the backseat.
“How was your flight?” Harry asks you. The car began to move, exiting the airport and entering the highway.
“I slept through all of it, I don’t remember a thing about the flight besides getting on and off it.” You chuckle, leaning your head back against the headrest.
Harry nudges your shoulder, “Thanks for coming out with such short notice.” You wave him off. “It’s no worries, anything for my boys.”
The car is quiet, the only sounds that could be heard is the car’s wheels against the pavement. You turn to Harry, “How was he today?”
“He was pretty good in the morning.” Harry started. “Then filming started and he would grow frustrated after a few scenes. His temper’s been short. He snapped at me during lunch, which is normal, but I just asked him if he wanted some water. He broke down after a certain scene today, I tried talking to him but he still wouldn’t open up about it.” Tom wasn’t too open about his feelings sometimes. He struggled to voice them at times making all his frustrations and feelings bottled up in his head.
Half an hour later and you guys arrive at Tom’s rented home in Atlanta. As soon as you opened the door, you felt the heavy atmosphere. It was somber and tense, the chilliness of the weather also felt inside the house. Harry gestures up the stairs, “Don’t worry, go see him. His room is the first door on the left.”
You quietly thank him and climb up the stairs. You find his door, taking a deep breath before knocking. You hear some shuffling behind the door, “Harry I’m fine! Leave me alone!” His voice was deep, a bit scratchy. You frown at the door.
“Tom?” The room falls quiet. Suddenly you hear fumbling and the sound of heavy footsteps behind the door. The door opens and you finally see him. He was dressed in a large shirt with sweatpants. He looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, eyes glassy, and chapped lips.
“(Y/n)? You’re here?” He asks you in disbelief. A tight lipped grin forms on your lips.
“Yeah, Har—“ You were going to explain how you got there but he immediately threw himself at you. His arms wrap tightly around your figure, his head dipped into your neck, pulling your closer into him. One of your arms go around his neck while the other rubs his back soothingly. A whimper bubbles out of him, his shoulders beginning to shake. You managed to shuffle the both of you back into his room, closing the door behind you.
“You’re ok.” You whisper into his ear, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. His grip around you never falters. Though he was much taller than you, he seemed so small at the moment. His body drowned in the shirt he wore, making him look thinner. You feel tears soaking into your shirt, making your heart clench in pain. You rest your forehead against his shoulder, holding and whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he was ready to speak.
A few minutes pass until his removes his head from your neck. You frown at his tear stained face, his eyes and cheeks red from quietly sobbing into your shoulder. Your hands cup his face, wiping the trails of tears on his cheeks. Tom leans closer to your touch, his eyes shut while his lips kiss your palm.
“I’m sorry, you’re probably tired from the flight.” He apologizes but you shake your head. You lead him to his bed and sit against the headboard. Tom follows in suit, desperately trying to get closer to you. His arms wrap around your torso, his head rests on your chest, while your legs tangle themselves together.
“I’ve had plenty of sleep on the flight, how are you?” Your lips are against his short hair from holding him so close. You nails scratch softly at his hair, calming him down.
“I don’t know if I could finish it.” He quietly admits. He shakes his head at himself.
“Why’s that, Tom?” Your boyfriend takes a deep breath as he sits up, removing himself from your touch. He sits across from you with legs crossed as he holds his head in his hands.
“I—I, it’s too much. There’s so much fucked up things he’s done. And all the things he’s seen. I just—sometimes I feel like it’s me who’s committed all of those things. When we shoot the scenes in the war and when I had to do drugs and rob banks, I felt like I lost myself—“ He cries interrupting himself to take a breath in. Compared to your fingers that ran gently through his hair, his clawed at his head. His palms rub harshly at his face, turning his skin a bright tint of red. To see Tom in such pain made you sad. You hated seeing him like this.
You gently remove his hands from scratching at his face and hold them in his lap. He stares down at your hands, clinging onto them as if his life depended on it. “I get lost in the character sometimes and I have to pull myself out of it to bring me back. But it keeps on happening over and over again. Then the Russos kept telling me to reshoot the scene more like Cherry, and I lost it and yelled at them.” You feel his tears fall to your your hands, making tears well up in your own eyes. You shuffle closer to him and kiss his forehead before pulling him into you. You stay quiet, letting him get whatever he wanted to get out.
Tom’s face is against your shoulder again. He sniffs before continuing, “It’s like everyday I find something he and I have in common. Then I think that maybe I’m turning into him. I don’t want him to be part of me. (Y/n), I don’t want to be him, I don’t want to do the things he’s done.” He sobs into your shoulder. Your heart breaks at how broken he sounded. His shoulders shook again, his back burning up with tension. A few tears made it’s way down your cheeks as you pulled his face away from you.
“Look at me.” You urged him. His jaw clenched, still looking down at his lap. He shook his head in response. “Tom, please. Look at me.” Your voice cracks. He slowly tilts his head up, your eyes connecting. He didn’t have that twinkle in his eyes, it’s like they’ve lost the light in them. Instead they were dark, like there was no life behind them. There was a mix of sadness, confusion, and even fear in his eyes.
You sadly smiled at him, cupping his face with your hands. “You’re not going to be him. You never will. You’re Tom. You are nothing close to Nico or Cherry. You are the sweetest man I have known in the world, you wouldn’t even hurt a damn fly. You’re not him. I know you aren’t. You wouldn’t do the things he’s ever done even if you were forced to. I know you Tom, I assure you, you’re nothing like him.” Tom hiccups, gripping onto your wrists.
“When this is all over and you’re done filming, we can forget about him. We won’t even mention him.” You assure him, stroking his cheeks.
“What if—,” You cut him off.
“No, there’s no what if’s. You’re going to be fine Tom. You’re surrounded by people who love you and will make you realize that you’re nothing even near him. You are the kindest man ever, you love your family, you care about your fans, and your brothers. You’re busy always taking care of everyone else, I think it’s time you take care of yourself, love.” You tell him. A small smile is on your face but it falters, “You don’t have to go through this alone, Tom.”
Tom takes a shaky breath in. “You’ll be there right?” He asks like a child making sure his mother will be there when he wakes up. “You’ll be there with me to bring me back?”
Your thumb smooths the crinkle between his brows, “I always will. I promise.” He nods and pulls you into him. You climb onto his lap and settle on his legs. He stares up at you, one of his his hands supporting your back, the other pressed against your cheek. “Thank you. I missed you so much. I’m sorry for not texting, everything’s just been so taxing mentally and physically.”
“No, don’t worry I get it.” You turn your face to press a light kiss on his palm. For the first time since you’ve seen him, Tom managed to crack a smile on his lips. He moves some strands of hair away from your face before resting his large hand on the back of your head. “I love you. I love you so much, (y/n).”
“I love you too, Tom.” You whisper against his lips. He takes that as a sign to finally crash your lips together. After months being apart, the feeling of his lips against yours felt like coming home. The kiss was desperate, like it was the air you both breathed. Tom had been longing for your touch, he craved you every second of the day, whether it be sexually or just missing you. The kiss grew rough, your teeth clashing, tongues poking and gliding against each other.
Tom lays you down on the bed, hovering over you. His hands grab and stroke at your body, trying to pull off your clothes to get close to your skin. He suddenly pulls away from your lips. “I need you. Please, I need you.” He almost begs you. Panting, you nod and push him to lay on his back. “Ok, let me take care of you, Tommy.”
He yanks his shirt off, throwing it to the side. You do the same, leaning down to meet his lips again. You kiss your way along his jaw and down to his neck. When you find that certain spot, he lets out a throaty groan, head falling back against the pillows. You run your nails along his chiseled abs and slightly roll your hips against his growing length. Tom grunts, hands instantly connecting to your ass and gripping onto your cheeks. He helps you roll your hips more, deeper with more friction against you two.
“Mm, Tom. I missed you.” You moan against his neck. You bite down and soothe the spot with your tongue after.
Tom looks down at you, lifting his hips to meet your clothes pussy. “Fucking miss you so much. You have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming of being buried in you again.” You kiss your way down his chest, but Tom stops you. His hands grab onto your leggings and slide them off.
“N-no foreplay. I need to feel you.” He stutters out, mouth agape. You nod in agreement and take his sweatpants off along with his boxers. You spit in your hand, running your hand along his dick to give it some wetness. Tom helps you lift yourself over him and guides your hips down his erected cock. You let out a combination of a sigh and moan as your walls envelop and stretch around him. Tom slightly sits up against the headboard, your tightness wrapping around him. He lets out a cry of relief, your walls around him feeding his cravings. You use his shoulders as leverage to pull yourself up but Tom stops you.
“What’s wrong?” You eye him cautiously. Tom shakes his head, “Nothing’s wrong. I just—can we stay like this for a while? I just want to feel you, please?”
“Yeah, we can do that.” You send him a reassuring smile as you settle back down on him. His hands make themselves comfortable around your waist. You maneuver your arms under his and wrap them around his back. Tom smiles at you, rubbing your back and guiding you into his chest. Before you can nuzzle your face into his neck, he presses a kiss to your temple and lets his fingers get tangled in your hair.
With his eyes closed in bliss, he whispers, “Thank you for bringing me back. I love you.”
You kiss his collarbone basking in the feeling him being so close to you. “I’ll always be here. I love you too.”
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Demon Brothers React to MC Getting Kidnapped by Lesser Demons.
Watch out for minor first half spoilers!!
Lucifer
Kicking himself because he has to find out through Mammon that the MC is missing and he didn’t notice their absence himself.
The second the alarm gets raised he gets into a state somewhere between coldly rational and extraordinarily furious.
Definitely still level-headed enough to rally and organize his brothers for a search party but there's nothing but seething rage just rolling off of him the entire time. Probably-could-have-made-another-Satan type rage.
How well he keeps his composure will be based entirely on how long the MC is MIA. The first hour or so will be mostly put together but past that he'll start to slowly unravel as the panic takes hold.
At one point he even gets snippy with Diavolo over the phone and that's when you KNOW that he's reaching meltdown mode.
If he's the first to find the MC, his #1 priority is to get them away from whatever scum grabbed them and take them to the closest safe place he can find. He'd scoop them up so fast they won't even know where he came from, just whoosh! How'd I get on this roof??
Only once they're out of harm’s way will he circle back and deal with their kidnappers personally. You better be sure any damage done to his human will be reflected a thousandfold back onto their attackers. Probably coming back to the MC with some blood on him and is not going to care.
Relieved to have the MC back but restricts them from going out alone after a certain time now for their own good. If they need something that badly, they can come to him.
Also strings Mammon up by his toes that night for losing them in the first place.
"By the time Cerberus gets to you, I'll be sure you're only my table scraps…"
Mammon
The first to notice that the MC was being oddly quiet (thank their father for his text spamming habit) then found their stuff scattered and abandoned at RAD.
Told Lucifer right away and, oh boy, he is a mess: talking a mile a minute, punctuating his sentences with expletives, on the verge of tears, whole nine yards.
He left his human alone for what?? Like five minutes, if even, to go to the library and get themselves kidnapped?! What kind of guardian is he?!?
Already searching the place top-to-bottom without being told where to go or what to do.
He actually ends up a strange inverse of Lucifer. While Lucifer will start panicking more over time, Mammon will start panicking less as his fear escalates to all out anger. Give it a few hours and he’s not even going to be able to keep his demon form under control anymore.
You know this boy is legging it across the entire Devildom himself waving around some kind of hand-drawn "Have You Seen This Human?" flyer looking for any leads at all.
If he were to find the MC first, his first action would probably be to plant his foot right in the face of whoever took them. Hard. Then repeat until their skull’s a caved-in mess on floor. No mercy this time, just pure protective rage.
Following the fight, you'd think he was just reunited with his lost puppy. Lots of crying, hugging, and blubbering out apologies even when the rest of his brothers show up.
Would pretty much be glued to the MC's hip for at least a week afterward and makes more of a point to hang off of them in public now. They're his human after all, can't have anyone else getting the idea of pulling a stunt like that again.
"MC!! What'd ya go runnin' off for?? We're goin' home after I take out this trash, got it!!"
Leviathan
Wouldn't really want to believe it at first because it just feels too unreal, like, the same thing happened to Henry in Episode 86 of TSL when he was kidnapped by enemies of the Lord of Fools and it was up to his true friend to track him down…
Suddenly remembers that Henry was also tortured while he was taken and that really sets in the panic.
Unsure of how to help at first because he knows he's just a useless shut-in but Belphie of all people is the one to remind him that he does have one big advantage over his brothers: a fucking navy.
In an act of surprising backbone, he more or less demands a full fleet of ships from Diavolo and (honestly to his shock) he gets exactly that to comb the Devil’s Sea while looking for MC. Lotan even helps out!
If he were to be the first to find the MC (presuming they are indeed on a boat or something cause 🤷♀️) those kidnappers really shouldn't have challenged the third strongest brother in his natural element, eh? Those who aren't automatically lashed in the face or flung overboard by his tail get hung by the leg over the edge of the ship for Lotan to pick off one by one.
Sails back to shore with MC booming with pride that he of all people finally got to be their hero! Will literally be so happy if MC ever brings it up again, doesn't matter how much time has passed.
Things would settle back to normal pretty quickly after that, but he now checks up on the MC a lot more often and will even leave his room for them if they need to go somewhere and don't want to go alone. Can't have this turning into a rerun, you know?
"You hurt my only friend… So drown."
Satan
One guess how the Avatar of Wrath took the news. It's not swimmingly.
Unless your definition of "swimmingly" is a murderous rampage of toppling furniture, breaking windows, and swearing to curse right about anything that moves, in which case aptly put.
He gets stuck in an anger-induced tantrum for a bit before finally getting snapped back into coherent thought by Belphie and putting those mystery novels of his to good use. Smart boi takes second to Lucifer himself in the search, suggesting good locations for his brothers scout based on what clues they have to go on.
Of course, he's not content to just to call orders from the sidelines and is out searching himself like he's on the goddamn warpath. Doors? Who needs doors? If anything the hole I made in your wall is more efficient.
Should he be the first to find the MC he would coolly and methodically subdue any kidnapper he can get his hands on, release his human, and bring them home as soon as possible. They've been through quite enough today and don't need to see anything he's got planned for the bastards later.
But the second that Diavolo puts them in the castle dungeon, you best bet that Henry 1.0 is going to the LEAST of their worries. Who's ever wanted to play a life or death game of hide and seek with a giant snake and the incarnation of Wrath itself? First one caught gets the "quick" death! Any volunteers?
Might give the MC a mild scolding for going out when they shouldn't have but otherwise is just happy to see them back and safe. May act extra soft towards them for a couple days, just until the nerves of the situation finally wear off.
"Don't mistake this for mercy. I assure you, I don't know the meaning of the word."
Asmodeus
Highkey freaking out, like, almost as hysterical as Mammon when he hears the news.
Being the Avatar of Lust, he of course knows there's a whole lot of creeps out there in the world and he is utterly terrified that his poor MC has fallen victim to one at that moment.
For once, all thoughts of himself and his looks are out the window. What? It's past 2am and MC is still gone? I can stay up another hour! Dry shampoo and a washcloth counts as a shower, right? Who the fuck cares, where's MC?? Somebody find them already!!
Pools his contact list with Satan's and starts reaching out across the whole Devildom asking for people to be on the lookout and offer tips. Also begs Solomon to use his magic to help in the search (which he's more than happy to do anyway because he cares about the MC too)
If he were to find MC first it'd be one of those rare cases where he'd be seen really truly enraged. No cute banter, no playful flirting, just telling those worthless scum-vats exactly where they belong and exactly how he's going to put them there. Is it any surprise that he's also madsick with a whip?
Crazy relieved that MC is free, but now it's on them to help him clean up and get back to his prettiest self. I mean, he worried himself half to death while they were gone! All this dirt and sweat going to take three, no four, bathes to fully clean off!! Best hop to it~♡
"Touch them one more time and I'm going to set fire to whatever landfill trash like you crawls out of!!"
Beelzebub
It can't be happening. It honestly can't be happening. First he loses Lilith and now MC?? He can't lose two. He. Can't. Lose. Two.
Pretty much the mantra going through his head as he tears the Devildom apart with his bare hands.
It's 1000x worse than how he gets when he's hungry because at least then he might stop when he finally gets fed. Now it's either find MC or wait until he collapses from exhaustion and hope he doesn’t leave the whole realm a smoldering crater before he gets that far.
There's no reasoning with him either, the best the brothers can do is steer him in a direction and let him loose.
If he found MC first he probably wouldn't even realize it for a bit, he'd just keep attacking whatever or whoever is in front of him on his path of blind destruction. It'd take the MC literally flinging themselves at him or throwing their arms around him to snap him out of it but then it's back to sweetheart Beel.
Hugs ensue. Really tight hugs. Probably a few tears and apologies too (even if it’s not really his fault at all).
Woe to anyone who tries going for the MC once he’s sure he has them because they WILL be broken then eaten. He’ll encourage his human not to look, but some things just have to be done.
Would absolutely carry MC back home and refuse to put them down until the others force him to. The floor may as well be lava planning on taking them away from him too.
Wouldn't care as much about personal vengeance as his brothers as long as MC is safe. He'll trust that his family will more than punish the kidnappers (though chances are he already took a chunk or two out of a few of them during his rampage anyway).
Protective instincts up by 100 after this, though Belphie usually steps in and eases him back a bit when he's about to get suffocating. MC never travels without a buddy now, ever. He just can't risk it.
"MC, I-I'm sorry… I just couldn’t lose you too…"
Belphegor
Keeps the coolest head of all the brothers on the outside, but there's a cold fury building up in those eyes.
Pretty much takes charge of whipping everyone back into gear with a combination stinging remarks and heavy duty guilt tripping. May not be the nicest method, but it's effective.
"Asmo, grow a freaking spine and do something useful for a change! Mammon, this your fault to start with so you ought to be breaking your ass to find them! Satan, watching you is getting embarrassing, pull yourself together and think like you're good at it!"
His harshest criticisms get saved for Lucifer (big shock) but he only dishes them out when he sees his older brother really losing his grip or teetering on losing hope. If the “mighty firstborn” can’t keep it together then why should they even listen to him in the first place?
When he's not administering "motivation," he's keeping tabs on Beel's progression through the Devildom and trying to minimize the damage there. He's the only one that can get through to him long enough to change his course if necessary.
If he were to find the MC first, well, unlike Satan he doesn't have the forethought to save the torture for later. It's happening right here, right now, and you better bet that being the last born doesn't stop him from being a force to be reckoned with.
Waits with the MC for his brothers to catch up to them and deal with any stragglers. May cuddle with them and look like he's trying to take a nap in the meantime, but in truth he's still very alert, on edge, and ready to absolutely wreck shit if anything gets too close to them.
Though it doesn't look like his lazy ass goes through the same protective streak as his brothers, he's a lot quicker to try and convince the MC to stay home now. No out and about=less chance of getting nabbed. Plus he keeps his favorite pillow, win-win. 😏
"What about your worthless lives makes you think you deserve my mercy??"
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surprise! kang yohan cares
so in episode one, toward the end, after yohan has read off all of the names of the victims from the contaminated water, we see him shed a tear.
we’re led to believe that yohan is after something, that he can’t be trusted and something is going on with him by gaon’s professor, and the way the elite talk about him. within that context of episode one, we’re all led to believe that yohan’s actions are questionable, including this moment where he gets tear-eyed and eventually sheds a tear for the victim of the first trial.
then in episode two, we have this reveal. i’ve skipped some of the dialogue, but to the point - the president talks about how hard it is to cry, and that’s why he never landed any lead roles because he couldn’t do it. so, he chalks up yohan’s tears as fake because of how difficult it is.
he says it because one, he believes yohan is on their side, and two, he’s trying to placate minister cha who wasn’t happy with yohan’s verdict. it goes against what they’re trying to accomplish.
then, throughout the entire show, we have yohan actively showing gaon and the audience that he’s not on the elite’s side. he’s simply trying to gain justice for his family.
but another reveal of yohan’s character comes in when gaon gets accusatory about yohan’s intentions being a judge. again, skipped a little of the dialogue, but basically gaon is saying that yohan kept himself in check to makes sure he came off as a fit judge until it was time to strike. which, of course, is partially true.
however, the flash back that comes next actually reveals not only what happened but another component of why yohan is doing what he’s doing: those that deserve justice never get it, and he had to play that game based on technicalities and the law - the very one gaon is defending because it’s supposedly so very fair.
on top of that, the flashback trial is parallel to yohan’s upbringing the defendant is on trial for beating his son til near death.
we see the start of the trial, and then it goes into a scenario in which yohan stabs the defendant, which we quickly realize is just yohan’s imagination.
the results of the trail and what actually happen come to fruition by yohan’s ruling:
at the end, yohan looks pissed and slams down his pen before he leaves.
what i’m getting at with these is that the narration shifts back and forth between how yohan views his trials and the way gaon and the president present it to the audience. to gaon and joongse, yohan is suspicious and playing a role.
and while that is semi-true, there is yohan’s point of view that tell a very clear picture: that he cares for justice and the people who have been wronged in his trials. yohan cried over the victims of the corporation who didn’t care about the water they polluted. he was upset over a man abusing his wife and son.
so no, the president is wrong. yohan did cry because he cared. and gaon was wrong because it wasn’t just complacency yohan was playing at. yohan was trying his best in a system that has failed so many people.
and in turn, the very first trial that he has full hands on, the one he was given freely and in front of the world, he could finally bring justice to those who died and to their families. we are lead to believe he’s cold-hearted toward the end of episode one (him yawning) and instances where gaon accuses him of intent instead of just asking yohan for the truth, but in hindsight it’s very clear yohan’s intentions.
yohan’s goal has always been to avenge isaac and elijah, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t care along the way. even if he led himself to believe that, it’s very clear when gaon suggests he’s hunting for prey that yohan is hurt by this accusation.
which is also why this scene shows a frustrated yohan in episode five because gaon still doesn’t fully understand:
like at that point, yohan is kinda done with gaon’s shit, lmao. but then gaon soothes it over with this:
yohan almost seems... not hopeful, that he can work with gaon’s realm of understanding and belief.
until himbo goes off again:
so yohan gets defensive and realizes that gaon will not understand him at this point and there is no sense arguing or trying to convince him. for yohan, gaon is either in or he’s out. yohan doesn’t really care what others think about him, even if they view him in a terrible light because his whole message to gaon throughout the show is that nothing is what it seems, and it’s important to question everything.
gaon fails at this over and over again, to the point where yohan gets hurt, put in prison and falsely accused of murder. but yohan’s intentions have always been clear in the subtleties of the show. another example of this is the aquarium scene where all of yohan’s crew tells gaon why they’re there - that they never got the justice they deserved.
yohan is far more than just a judge out for revenge. he actually believes in justice but in a different capacity than gaon, that real change comes with someone shaking up the system. not by following the same rules that haven’t gotten anyone anywhere.
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SU Music Rankings
Bc I can and I wanna start some Disk Horse rip. These are all in order of preference, with explanations, etc. It’s a long bitch. That said, I’m not counting little short jingles or small joke songs like Little Butler. This is the meat and potatoes of SU music- just under 30 songs. I might do the rest if people like my takes lol.
I scored it mostly on three bases- how dear it was to my heart, how much/often I relisten to it, and also what it means to the plot. That said, little fun songs don’t automatically go farther down than big, plot-heavy songs either! It’s a strange little balance.
Special Note: I don’t dislike any of this music! I love SU and that includes its bumps and glitches. I just pick favorite children lol.
1.) Change
Was there ever a more Steven moment than when he wiped the blood off his face and kissed it into sparkles? I think not.
If “Be Wherever You Are” is an ode to young Steven, then this is teen Steven’s. Talking about change, and how much and how little it can do. How he holds his arms up for Spinel to hug him, so trusting. How he seems able to just. Break into soft tears at will, and not to be manipulative- it’s just his kind nature. The warmth in his voice. Fuck yesssss.
2.) Change Your Mind
This song is only fifty five seconds and it’s EVERYTHING to me. It really felt like someone was speaking the words I’d always held deep inside of me, unsure of how to say. It feels like a goodbye to someone who never really loved me.
As much as I enjoyed Future, if this was the finale of SU, I would’ve been perfectly okay with that.
3.) Drift Away
This song gave me legitimate shivers the first time I heard it, and it still haunts me to this day. Spinel stayed, and waited, and all she got was a transmission thousands of years later. Fuck.
4.) Here We Are In The Future
THE MOVIE IS SU AS ITS BEST AND I WON’T BE SWAYED ON IT. Steven being a teen who loves his weird family but is growing just a bit sarcastic to their drama. The adorable love he and Connie share. His slow realization that he will always be working, always have things to do, is both somber and real. The Crystal Gems won’t be safe with one epic battle. They’ll be safe with years of hard work and love. HIS LITTLE HANDSHAKE WITH AMETHYST.
This is a helluva bop and a great way to summarize the main character’s backstories.
5.) Let’s Only Think About Love
Did ya’ll know that Zach Callison killed his throat with that last note? He gave his all for this performance in a vocal range he no longer comfortably do and by god did it SHINE. The FLAIR. The FORESHADOWING. All of the Gems all being awkward about Rose and Steven trying to bring them to the present. Peridot having a mini-existential crisis in a cute yellow dress. I love Zach Callison’s normal singing voice but man is that a fucking bop. Nothing will ever beat it.
6.) Here Comes A Thought
This bad boy helped me out a LOT with some mental issues I was dealing with in high school. I was unmedicated, unsupervised, and full of anxiety. I’d have break downs when I tried to speak about certain things. I couldn’t function. This song inspired me. It helped me feel okay with my intrusive thoughts.
And the episode! -chef’s kiss-. Once again bringing up the morally gray area of training child soldiers. Connie expanding her social group. Steven’s trauma hauling ass in that second half. The ANIMATION. Stevonnie’s gorgeous singing voice. GOD yes.
7.) It’s Over Isn’t It?
Just barely squeaking above Stronger Than You, this ballad is everything gorgeous. The whole episode is. I think Mr. Greg stands in the top five of my episodes for the entire show. It even got nominated!
There’s just so much about this song that I love. The gentle melancholy of Pearl’s voice. How the crew had to redo the shots for this bit bc Deedee went so fucking hard. The hard cuts between Pearl, remembering the love of her life, and Steven, who has begun to feel like he took her away. I’d recommend this song to anyone, regardless of what they do or don’t know about SU, simply bc it tugs so many heartstrings of love, loss, and responsibility.
8.) Stronger Than You
Did you realize this episode aired SEVEN years ago? This bitch was what got me into SU! Hearing about Ruby and Sapphire made my little gay heart so happy inside, and then getting a whole song confirming that they were a couple, that their love powered the strongest Gem on the team? Aaaaaaaaa
To this DAY I get excited when I hear Estelle start singing. This song is timeless. This song will live in media history. God I fucking love this song.
9.) Other Friends
I’m not the biggest musical person, so I hadn’t heard of Sarah Stiles before her casting as Spinel, but JESUS CHRIST the lady went hard. She went SO fucking hard. Sarah Stiles started on 100 and somehow just kept CLIMBING. You can just hear the sheer manic energy building in her voice, the anger and resentment. 10/10 Sarah Stiles is a queen.
10.) Independent Together
This made the list entirely bc the crew was like “you’re gonna get a himbo ass Steven-Greg fusion singing with Opal while Garnet flies across the moon on Lion while floating” and I am forever thankful to them for it
11.) Who We Are
Bismuth deserved more songs. ‘Nuff said.
12.) Peace and Love (On the Planet Earth)
It Could’ve been Great is EASILY one of my favorite s2 episodes. I love the entire concept of this song. Of Steven making music to reflect how much Earth means to him and his family. Of him teaching Peridot some self-care. Also Peridot’s singing voice is really cute and squeaky.
I know it’s silly, but I would’ve really enjoyed a flip around of this in Future! Like Peridot reminding Steven how much he loves music, that he needs to take time to relax for himself, maybe with a new verse or just a remix of the original song!
13.) Something Entirely New
I watched this episode as it aired, and I legitimately almost cried. I love Charlyne Yi’s voice so much ya’ll- her raspy, not perfect singing voice against Sapphire’s deep soothing lull is great.
And to have Ruby and Sapphire’s meeting be the way it was- for Ruby to bemoan Sapphire losing Homeworld, to being stuck with a single Ruby, while Sapphire is a noble who has always been taught everyone in her “caste” is vitally important (and has, in her own mind, taken that to mean every Gem, as she should) and how they come together and make each other happy. Good shit good shit.
14.) I’m Just a Comet
The fact that Greg’s music career never really blasted off pisses me off to this day bc Tom Scharpling’s voice is fucking BUTTER. Also the song really feels like a jab at his parents now that we know the kind of dynamic he had growing up. “This life in the stars if all I’ve ever known” is definitely him wiping away their existence after reminding them (and himself) the things they used to say about him.
15.) Do It For Her
This episode. This fucking episode. This episode got me permanently hooked on SU. I’d just binged season 1 and was kinda meh about it overall after the bop of Stronger Than You. “Oh,” I thought to myself, foolishly, “I’ll probably just casually watch this from time to time.”
Like three days later Sworn to the Sword aired and that was it. I was hooked! Pearl’s gentle training song turning darker and darker, Connie’s accompaniment from nervous to determined to fully into such a toxic mindset. The fact that SU had the BALLS to discuss the repercussions of training child soldiers, now and later. This episode was everything to me, STILL is everything to me.
Six years and well over 100 fanfics written later, I think it’s safe to say this show swallowed me whole and never let go.
16.) System/Boot.pearl_final(3)
I debated putting this on the list because it’s not anything crazy important, just a way to show things are Wrong, but I had to do it entirely bc Pearl is so damn SALTY.
Like telling us about the Gems makes sense, she felt like she was given a duty, but she went so damn petty. WHY is that Ruby alone. Gross. This Amethyst is a trash dump. Wtf are you people.
17.) Full Disclosure
This episode really feels like a turning point for SU. Before, the show had its dark moments- but now we’re in the thick of it, and it’s not going away. Full Disclosure felt like an rebuff to the idea of returning to any normal we’d established in season 1. Gems are actually a giant species now. Gems tried to kill us now. There’s this Yellow Diamond bitch who got namedropped. Something about a Cluster.
The song itself is BALLER, with its ingenious use of Steven’s ringtone and photos as he tries to decide whether to clue in Connie on all this nonsense. Meanwhile we, the audience, already know damn well Connie about to yeet some common sense into him.
18.) What’s the Use of Feeling Blue?
I’mma admit it- I’m a Yellow Diamond stan. I’ve always loved her- her anger, her poise, her hardworking nature. I actively argued against the “Yellow Shattered Pink” theories back in the day. But, man, when this arc leaked? I got so overexcited I was too jittery to watch it for like two days. It’s easily my favorite arc of the series. The sheer alien nature of the zoo, the Famethyst, and absolutely Patti Lupone’s beautiful ballad. Goddamn. Yellow singing to Blue to try and help her regain her old status, the warble in her voice as she reminds Blue she misses Pink too, the movement of the bubbles as she talks about attack. It gives me shivers to this day. FUCK.
19.) Tower of Mistakes
This is, fun fact, that only SU song I have completely memorized. The story itself is kinda funny! See, we lost internet at my house for a solid 5 to 6 months when these episodes aired, so I only got a very brief window to view them all. But this was the first Amethyst song in a long while, and I didn’t want to forget it! So I keep replaying it in my head for ages. And that’s still definitely a thing.
Anyway will never not be sad that this entire song was about making it up to Garnet for Amethyst’s perceived slights with Sugilite (which was a two-way road), only for Garnet to pressure her into fusion later when pissed and never discuss it again bc Garnet probably never thought twice about it and Amethyst has the emotional openness of a clam that’s just been told its ugly. Helluva way to make someone feel like shit, G. Helluva way to bottle that shit, Ames.
20.) On the Run
I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times: Amethyst! Needed! More! Songs!
The dichotomy between Steven’s play and Amethyst’s honest desire to run away from home is so well-done, especially when you consider a lot of Steven and Amethyst’s actions are playing together. The song is also near and dear to me simply bc it’s my favorite Amethyst episode to exist (well, maybe second to What’s Your Problem, but not by much). Moments like these are all the proof I need that they were right to fuse first.
21.) Be Wherever You Are
This tune really just feels like an ode to who Steven was as a kid. Trapped on an island with no way home, and he’s just happy to be with his friends. The stars are beautiful and not oppressive. Also that one animatic with Lars and the Off Colors playing in the Homeworld Kindergarten to this music was iconic and made this song get stuck in my head for a solid month.
22.) Familiar
I ADORE how the crew use bright neon colors to show how alien Homeworld can be. And Steven recognizing that the Diamonds treat him how the CGs used to, and how prepared he is to “fix” a broken family. It’s a soft, gentle tune about melancholy. Also the Pebbles are beautiful.
23.) Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart
Such a cute little love ballad, but every time I listen to it now I just imagine the heart attack Rose must’ve had at the line “And if we look out of place/Well, baby, that's okay/I'll drive us into outer space.” like there’s a Vietnam war flashback if I ever heard one
24.) What Can I Do?
I’m kind of neutral on this one? Rose and Greg both have great voices, but the song itself lacks many lyrics. I think it was definitely a good way to show Rose’s flaws in thinking.
Also, I’m shocked they managed cram that much vaguely sexual innuendo into two minutes, followed by how Not Hetereo that dance between Rose and Pearl was, and not get their asses chewed by it. You go guys.
25.) Cookie Cat
I love a lot of the vibes this song has. The lyrics are so damn prophetic, but they also sound like the kind of weird 90s commercials I grew up on. It’s been like two decades since I saw the Shirley Temple commercial but I’ll be damned if I don’t remember “Animals crackers in my soup! Monkey and rabbits loop-de-loop.”
26.) Giant Woman
I am. NOT the biggest fan of Steven’s original singing voice. I feel bad saying that, since it was just Zach Callison as a kid, but he never jived well with me for some reason. So I wouldn’t listen to this on the fly.
The song itself is still really good though, with all sorts of fun animation of Amethyst and Pearl being bitchy to each other. It’s a bit sad in hindsight to see tiny Steven trying to get his moms to get along. Ahh, season 1.
27.) Strong in the Real Way
This song has SUCH a strong start. Pearl reflecting on Sugilite’s problems, but the show making sure to show us that Pearl’s lack of enthusiasm towards her also lends itself to jealousy as well as just general malaise. How much she cares about Steven, and wants him to grow up strong.
And then Steven just kinda. Ruins it? I appreciate his enthusiasm for tryna bulk up but to take what was starting as such a rich, personal song and broadcasting it to random strangers just makes me a bit sad. Almost a bit angry on her behalf?
28.) That Distant Shore
I KNOW this is gonna create some discourse, but I’m just not the biggest Lapis stan. I love her voice. I love the visuals of the song. And I get why she felt afraid and needed to flee.
But Lapis never got to take responsibility for her own actions. And, in the end, the song feels hollow to me- because we all know she’ll never talk to anyone about it, know she’ll burst back in and destroy the barn, and no one will ever question it. I like Lapis a lot, but I feel like her arc never was fully finished. She never got help. She never learned to feel safe.
29.) Dear Old Dad
I’ve yet to meet a single human being who likes this episode tbh. There’s some great discussion about what kind of parent Greg is from it, and what kind of dynamic he has with the Gems that he felt he had to fake an injury to hang out with his son. Honestly the first half was fine and dandy. It’s just that then they Greg just went out of his way to drag Steven away from missions and such. It never jived well with his character before or after.
Also, is it just me, or does Zach himself sound like he hates the song as he sings it? There’s no passion or heart in his voice. It sounds like they told him to read off cue cards and he did. Tom Scharpling’s best attempts didn’t save this one for being a skipper. But the episode, unfortunately, isn’t, so it gets a spot on here.
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Head full of more dark sashannarcy thoughts.
But first, some fluff.
Marcy and Sasha have gotten much closer in their five years without Anne. Maybe not ‘confess feelings so that it’s out in the open’ yet but they’ve certainly got a codependent relationship going on. Holding hands, leaning on one another, arms draped over the other’s shoulders kinda stuff. These casual touches started gradually but it didn’t fully hit either that they could mean something more than platonic until two separate occasions.
For Sasha, it was when she went on a mission that made Marcy worry, and though she came back limping and bruised, Marcy rushed to give her a hug. Sasha dropped her sword to hug back tightly. They stayed like that for a good two minutes, before scholar newts that were with Marcy had to pull her away to research whatever Sasha brought back. Sasha didn’t want Marcy to go yet, but she let her. Alone in a recovery room, she tosses and turned in her bed thinking it through.
For Marcy it was when she successfully invented something new to add to her arsenal. Sasha had been visiting her at her lab, talking about her work to a concentrated Marcy when the nerdy girl screamed in success as her substance did what she wanted. She got so excited, she dragged Sasha over, rambled about how she got it to work, started thinking through how she could bottle it, when she paused to take a breath and looked up. Sasha wasn’t looking at her experiment. She was looking at Marcy with soft eyes. Knowing she got caught, Sasha tried to laugh it off, and reached to ruffle Marcy’s hair like she’s done so many times before. “Good job, Mar-Mar.” The touch felt different. Marcy leaned into it, scaring Sasha somewhat. She took a few steps back, hiding her face to regain her composure. “Ah. I’m sure the king will love this... I- have to go train the new recruits.” With that, she fled. And Marcy and Sasha keep dancing around the new meaning behind their touches.
~
Back to the darker thoughts.
Anne had the magic box. She kept it with the Plantars, never knowing why but hoping it was a clue to her past. Hop Pop is more transparent and when he found it in the family book saying it was dangerous, he convinces Anne to bury it with him somewhere only they will know. It’s stayed there (no bugs from the Hop Pop betrayal reveal episode).
Sasha and Marcy have been searching for it. Andrias told them it was the key needed for a portal back home. When they found Anne, there were multiple times when Anne almost told them about the box, but something would happen that held her back. She planned on asking them about it eventually... but the more she got to know the girls the more she was feeling like her gut was right. Maybe she couldn’t trust them.
The Plantar family is in on Anne deciding not to tell the girls about it. They’ve come to not like Sasha, and though Marcy has been friendlier, her being on Sasha’s side makes her just as untrustworthy. When the girls ask about the box finally, they lie. They haven’t seen it. Marcy and Sasha believe this.
Sasha’s been having a hard time dealing with not being able to subjugate Anne like she used to. Though there are times when they make peace and end up having a good time together (imagine moments like Sasha helping her deal with pests and both admire each other’s athleticism, Sasha drinking in Anne’s praise like she used to give, or her helping Anne cook one day and though she tries taking over and fails, Anne laughs it off and helps her the second time, leading to them making something good), she’s losing her patience because everytime she brings up the possibility of Anne coming with them, Anne tells her she won’t go without the Plantars and leaves no room to be convinced otherwise. Ssha really doesn’t want to bring them on a several month journey, and the Plantars aren’t keen to leave their home (I’m going by the Au maker’s idea that travel is much longer in this au). ........ imma write a scene:
Sasha and Anne are laying down in the grass on top of a hill. The sun is starting to set. They had a nice day out, all things considered. Sasha tried doing some things that could have gotten them into trouble like before, but Anne always stopped her and found work arounds so that nothing bad ever happened. It was different. But it hadn’t been bad. Sasha acknowledges finally that Anne has grown smarter. She’s gotten a backbone. She looks at Anne, smiling at the clouds, and her chest feels cold. If she doesn’t need Sasha to protect her anymore...
She doesn’t need Sasha at all.
The anxiety makes her sit up. “Anne.... I know you’re tired of me bringing it up-”
“Oh, not this again.”
“Anne, please..”
“You know what I’m going to say. Why are you so stubborn? I already told you you can just visit me-”
Anne moved to sit up too, and the rest of her sentence is dropped as she looked at Sasha. Sasha was crying.
“Visit you? Is that enough for you? Do you really not- Don’t you want to be with us? Why??”
“That’s not what I was...”
Sasha’s brows furrowed. Her familiar anger returned.
“We looked EVERYWHERE for you. We missed you so much! There ws nothing we wanted more than to see you again, and you- You’re so ready to get rid of us! To leave us again! Didn’t you feel like something was missing? Did we mean NOTHING to you?!”
“Sasha..”
Sasha finally looked at her. She wanted something. She wanted another fight, she wanted to be told she was wrong, she wanted Anne to hug her. To come back.
But Anne wasn’t looking at her.
“.... I’m sorry.”
And that was what broke Sasha’s heart.
~
Sasha swung open the door to the inn Marcy and her were staying in, startling her.
“Oh, Sasha! How did your date-”
“Shut UP, MARCY.”
Marcy flinched at her tone, and took in Sasha as she marched past. Sasha’s face was blotchy and her ponytail was undone. Concern overwhelmed her.
“Sasha... what happened? Are you ok?”
Sasha stopped walking and hid her face with her hands. It muffled her screams.
Marcy took a few steps closer and reached out her arm. Sasha turned before she could touch her shoulder.
“She’s not our Anne.”
“.... what?”
“THAT is not OUR Anne. Anne loved us. Anne would never trade us for fucking FROGS. That fall broke her! That family corrupted her! She’s not our Anne!!!”
Marcy shook her head. What was she talking about? “Memory loss is.... it changes people! We can’t blame her for that!”
“Exactly. I’m not blaming her. I’m blaming that stupid family. I’m blaming this stupid town!!”
Marcy begged for Sasha to calm down.
“We can fix this! We can fix her! We just need to be patient. Remember when we first saw each other? It took us a while to get comfortable-”
Sasha punched the wall. Marcy shook.
“SHE’S NOT LIKE US, MARCY. Not anymore!! While we were looking EVERYWHERE for her, she’s been here, HAPPY. CONTENT WITHOUT US. And she wants us to leave her!!! She doesn’t need us! She doesn’t WANT us!”
Sasha huffed. She’s crying again. Her shoulders trembled.
“Not like... we wanted her.”
~
They leave the next day. They have so much work to continue to do, and their time in the town trying to convince Anne was wasteful. Sasha and Marcy agreed to leave Anne and the town alone for now, but Sasha promised herself she would be back. And she was going to raise hell.
Marcy is the one that tells the Plantar family goodbye.
It tears her apart having to leave Anne behind, but she doesn't want Sasha to be anymore upset.
And though Sasha's been the more vocal of the two over her displeasure with Anne's changes, as Anne waves back at her, a sad smile and no inclination to stop them from leaving, Marcy's heart becomes cold. She can't help feel Sasha is right. They need to bring back the Anne they love.
#amphibia#sasharcy#sasha waybright#anne boonchuy#marcy wu#Lost and found au#???#Should i still tag it as that i dont want to come off as me making what im writing definitive when the au ain't mine#Dbdhdhhdh im sorry#Sashannarcy#Sashanne#Marcanne#Annarcy#Dark au#?
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Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E125 (Feb. 16, 2021)
Goooood evening good evening good evening, all! I hope you’re all staying warm and safe and dry in this chilly weather. Tonight’s guests: Travis Willingham and Laura Bailey.
We open tonight with Travis ribbing Brian for his continuous remodel of his office space. Laura demands a second introduction of herself as she wasn’t paying attention during the first one.
Travis: “You’ve gotta love Julianne Moore. She’s the only actress who can cry and show you all her teeth at the same time.” I was listening pretty closely when he said this and I’m still not sure it had any context.
Jester thinks there’s a strong possibility at least half the party will die against the Tombtakers. Fjord doesn’t think the odds are quite that high, but it will be dangerous. Laura points out that most of the M9 are also willing to sacrifice themselves for the rest of the party, so that changes their odds as well. Travis: “The game is not a stress reliever. It is not a stress reliever. I mean, it’s fun as shit, but it is stressful!”
Laura thinks Essek will give them a better chance. Travis: “A plus-one? A powerful plus-one, but a plus-one?” Did you see his reaction when we gave him the lowdown? Let’s be real: we kinda trust Essek. I got $50 that when we come back, he’s gone.” Laura is convinced he is trustworthy & wants to lighten his soul.
Jester spent so much time trying to bring out the Molly side of Lucien that to have him then betray them sucked. She knew that trying to bring the good out of everyone they met would eventually fail, but it stung that it was the most powerful one they encountered to first betray them.
She tries to talk about finger gestures during the answer as a reference to the HBO show “Raised by Wolves,” and Brian and Travis tell her to keep digging this hole she gets herself into about fingering. Travis: “Just get off the interstate at the next exit and turn right.” Laura, of course, immediately mimes turning a hard left, and they spent the next few minutes laughing at her inability to tell right from left and that even now she still has to hold up her hands to tell left from right.
Fjord is furious that they nicked the Bag of Holding. The loss of Vess DeRogna is bad enough, but he is genuinely IRL anxious about the loss of the Cloven Crystal. Laura points out that Fjord has also explicitly talked to Lucien about the deep sea creature patron he used to follow as well. He’s terrified one of Lucien’s scimitars is suddenly going to have a big eye sticking out of it. Laura suggests they’ll just succeed, bring back the city, and wake up Uk’otoa for the heck of it.
It was really rough to go from the Gelidon fight to the Tombtaker fight, especially since the first fight sent so well. Travis felt great that he initiated the dragon fight - he knew they had a far advantage in the numbers and felt that it was an open and shut case.
Laura does boggle that if Caleb hadn’t asked for that item from the Bag of Holding, they might have slept all night before realizing it was gone. They’re both relieved that they now know so much more about how the Tombtakers fight, especially the anti-magic cone. The most anxiety-ridden part was when they were trying to run and the TTs weren’t letting them. “You know when you don’t even have squares, when Matt’s black-tableclothing it, you’re in deep shit.” Laura had no spells left - she was so worried if she dropped the polymorph she would have had nothing left.
Travis: “Thanks for healing me, babe.” Laura: “You’re welcome, baby. It was ultimately a waste, though, because we took a rest immediately and you could just spend your hit dice.” Everyone laughs at Travis’s pain. She does say it was worth it in the moment since they didn’t know if they would be able to get away.
They joke that Laura’s just wearing the Fire Resist ring on a chain around her neck/Sprinkle is wearing it now to keep it safe since she’s not attuned to it anymore. It’s pretty hilarious!
Travis hoped that the TTs were originally actively looking for more acolytes rather than just having Caleb & Beau read the book. Otis needs to die. He’s relieved they have an idea of what all their blood rites do. Laura thought the time with them was fun, but it makes her retroactively wish that she’d dropped Zoran in the lava when they had the chance. Travis wishes they’d put a chime on the door of the tower.
Laura loved the tarot card reading, since Taliesin sent her really detailed breakdowns of the cards & gave her a real deck for Christmas. Taliesin told her she did a great job afterwards which she really appreciated, since she’s not sure what she’s doing. She does wish that she knew why Lucien seemed so nervous when she was talking about rebirth.
Cosplay of the Week! @clever_comics on twitter with a lovely Veth in her snowy lavender-colored outfit and pigtails.
Travis on confessing to Jester: “It FUCKING made me crazy!” He’s never been an instigator of campaign romances in the past, but because he loves Laura and was able to connect to her on that level he felt like it was a good challenge instead. He doesn’t think he could have done it with someone he wasn’t comfortable with. It was also important to him for it to be founded on real-game moments and after real-game time had passed, and he felt it was a very natural progression. Seeing the statues rip five years from her in such a benign situation made him realize that to let the opportunity pass wouldn’t have been worth it. He wishes he’d told Vandran what he meant to Fjord as well.
Laura loves that Fjord is becoming more confident as well. The post-Gelidon smooch took Laura completely by surprise since she’s finding Jester is a little surprisingly awkward with IRL affection, and she was surprised Fjord was the confident one there. “It’s so wonderful. It’s a matter of finding a way to get comfortable with it with her away from the Tombtakers.” Travis thought it was important to continue the “go for it” mantra. He notes that he’s pretty private about his personal life IRL, so it’s been a bit of a shift. It’s slower in a way - not a “you’re my one true love” kind of thing, more of a “let’s see where this goes and act on what you can” thing.
They were all “poopin’ in their pants” to get to go to Emon. The worst part was not getting to explore outside the tower since they had to leave again immediately. Kima is so cool, and Travis was actively trying to get Kima to come with them. Everyone boggles that they got to borrow Allura’s staff.
Laura only was thinking about the item-tuned-to-the-target-plane because she’d been texting with Liam trying to iron out their spell choices. She’s so relieved that they were able to get something tuned to the Sea from Allura.
For the most part, Laura knows what spells are the most useful for Jester, but every now and then she does get caught by major component requirements that she hadn’t noted. She wants to get another chalice for Hero’s Feast before they go into the Sea.
Dani points out that a lot of their allies right now are mages (no Kashaws, no Kimas, no Grogs) and they’re heading to a bad place for mages.
Travis has a sudden brain wave about all the TTs being from the Claret Order and wonders if they should investigate that before they pursue. I don’t even remember what that order is and I feel terrible!
Fanart of the Week! It’s a beautiful card by @crovyne on twitter of the Cree counterspell.
Laura really wants Brian to shave the sides of his hair and do Viking braids in the rest. I didn’t want to say anything out loud, but Brian’s hair is really looking pretty...pandemicky.
This is Dani’s four-year-anniversary of her start for Critical Role! Awww, Dani! You’re so short in real life.
Fjord is stoked that the Star Razor is a Vestige, and more now that he knows in-character what that means. It was great to see Allura react the way she did.
Jester doesn’t think they can really go to Nicodranas - they don’t have anymore time. Even more, Jester’s avoiding going home because she doesn’t want the Ruby to see that she got aged up/hurt on her travels.
Travis honestly assumes that the TTs are spying on them 100% of the time now.
Does Jester feel better now that the crest is away from Lucien? Yes, even though it’s gone off course. She thought dropping the crest where they were was a HORRIBLE idea and was appalled so many people were suggesting it. She saw the city with her own eyes, knows the danger of what’s coming, and if they had dropped it in flight she would have dropped with it and defended it as long as she could if that’s what would have kept them from getting it.
Travis thinks that if they can negotiate with Lucien, they should try. Everyone is super worried about Caleb’s and Beau’s new eyes and are fully anticipating they’re on a clock at this point. They wonder if it’ll drive up their exhaustion, allow Lucien to force them to fight against them, maybe make them willing slaves to the mysterious voice...they need to solve it sooner rather than later.
And that’s all for tonight! New episode this Thursday - usual time, usual place. Stay warm, friends, and is it Thursday yet?
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