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the re-do | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: y/n participates in the triplets' "dirty q&a" video, where she accidentally infers that her experience losing her virginity to matt back in high school had been mediocre. instead of taking offence, matt makes it his mission to show her just how much he has improved since then.

warnings: SMUT; established friendship; m/f oral; unprotected p in v; dirty talk; 18+

notes: hi guys! this is my first ever one shot so pls be gentle with me (i'm genuinely so terrified to post this). it has absolutely NOT been proof read forgive me, but i hope you all enjoy <333

“Guys why am I actually nervous to film this?” Nick proclaimed from his place in the backseat of the car beside me. “No I am genuinely so scared right now.” Replied Chris from the seat in front of me as he began passing out our respective orders from McDonalds.

“We can’t act nervous or else the fans are gonna go even crazier than they already will.” Added Nick as Matt adjusted the camera on the dash. “You’re sure you’re gonna be able to handle the inevitable shit talking that’s gonna come from all this?” Matt asked as he turned to face me in the back. I took a deep breath but nodded. “The more they see me the more desensitized they’ll be. They’ll have to eventually get over it.”

As one of the triplet’s closest girl friends, I had been on the receiving end of a fair amount of hate from their fangirls on the internet. Because I had known them since elementary school, I had been a part of many of their earlier videos when their fans had still been pretty chill about our friendship. But over the past year, a new wave of younger fans had found the videos and had made it their life mission to publicly bash me any chance that they could. It became too much when, a few months ago, one of them decided to spread a rumour that Chris and I had slept together based on nothing other than strategically edited clips of us smiling at each other. It was then that the guys and I had made the decision to keep me as out of the public eye as possible.

However, the guys had sat me down last week to explain how fed up they were with how restricted they felt they had been in their content. They wanted to make an attempt at reclaiming a fandom built primarily of viewers closer to our age, and they thought that the best way to try that was to ignore the petty complaints and make content that they wanted to make. So, since I had been staying with them in Los Angeles for the month, I had agreed to not only be in one of their regular videos, but I had agreed to be in their ‘dirty q&a’ video. I couldn’t lie, I was a bit nervous, but mostly I was excited that my friends were finally confident enough to make videos with more extreme topics.

“Alright guys, ya’ll ready?” Chris asked, intaking a sharp breath while his hand hovered over the record button on the camera. We all responded with a falsely enthusiastic “ready!”, and the camera was turned on.

“Alright, first question,” Nick began after his long-winded introduction filled with disclaimers and explanations for their change in content. “How many people have you slept with?” Already with the first question, it was obvious that the guys were tentative about answering. “Bro I don’t know, next question.” Chris responded, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hands. “What do you mean by ‘I don’t know’ Chris?” Asked Matt tauntingly. “I mean I haven’t fucking kept track of everyone I’ve slept with.” He responded bluntly, before realizing how bad that had sounded. We all, however, erupted into laughter immediately. “Okay okay it’s not that bad guys I swear, I just have a bad memory is all.” He attempted to remedy his previous answer, but all three of us continued to laugh.

“Matt, how about you?” Asked Nick, to which Matt simply held up five fingers to the camera. “Same with me.” Nick agreed before turning to me. “Y/n? Spill it.” I rolled my eyes before answering truthfully. “Seven.” I shrugged, and I caught Matt’s smiley eyes through the rear view mirror.

“Alright next question is…” Chris was scrolling through the responses to their Instagram threads. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“Sixteen” We all responded in unison, and immediately buckled over in laughter. “Not all at once though ya’ll.” Nick explained through his laughter, while mine and Matt’s eyes flew open and Chris’ laugh turned into hysterics. “Well…” Chris began before he was cut short by the three of us telling him to shut up. “I’m definitely gonna have to cut that one out. Sorry you two fools, I kind of set him up there.” Nick rolled his eyes as he looked between Matt and I.

Ironically enough, the fans had been half right in their rumour about Chris and I sleeping together. I had slept with one of the triplets before, but it wasn’t Chris.

When we were sixteen, Matt and I had decided that we wanted to lose our virginities to each other. It had been a no-strings-attached decision, and our friendship thankfully never wavered after it was done. Both Nick and Chris had already lost theirs that same year, and we had both just kind of wanted to get it over with. Obviously, this piece of information was known only by Matt and I, and of course Chris and Nick since they had barged into the room while we were in bed together. Even though the vindictive side of me would love to have the fans know this piece of information and shatter their dreams, I knew that the fallout would be an absolute nightmare.

“Okay let’s see…” I had been handed Nick’s phone to choose a question to answer and was scrolling through my options. “Here’s a simple one. Favourite position? Mine’s speed bump for sure.” I placed the phone down, satisfied with my confident answer, only to be met with multiple pairs of confused eyes. “I beg your pardon? The fuck is speed bump?” Asked Nick as he took his phone back. “The one where you’re kinda just lying flat on your stomach with the guy behind you. Trust me it’s chef’s kiss.” I responded simply. Chris’ facial expression turned from confusion to one of understanding. “Ohhh yeah that’s a good one.” He replied as he dapped me up. “Great, gonna have to edit that out too unless you want the rumours to get really bad again.” Nick said as he rolled his eyes. “Shit, sorry Nick.” Chris said, giggling slightly.

“Let’s just move on.” Matt said as he began scrolling on his own phone. “Best and worst sexual experiences.” He read off of his screen. There was a moment of silence while we all thought of our answers. “I had a girl throw up on my dick once. The problem is I don’t know if that makes it the worst or the best though.” Said Chris, earning a loud groan from each of us. “You’re sick.” Replied Matt, giving his brother a disgusted look.

“I mean I guess the worst sex would probably be my first time right? Like that makes sense right?” Asked Nick in an attempt to steer the conversation away from Chris’ confession, to which I nodded in agreed response without thinking. I caught Matt’s eyes in the rearview mirror again, this time seeing them filled with a pleading expression. Realizing what I had done, I silently prayed to the universe that my action would go unnoticed by the others. Unfortunately and unsurprisingly, my head nod didn’t make it past Chris, which was made incredibly clear when he mumbled to Nick behind his hand that was hiding his smiling mouth from the camera.

“Did you see that?” He asked, and Nick looked confused so he continued, “Y/n agreed with you about her first time.” He managed to get out before erupting into laughter at the expense of his brother. Matt threw his hands up in the air once Nick joined Chris in his giggling, and I winced from my place in the backseat; also mouthing an apology to Matt’s reflection in the mirror.

“Bro come on it was my first time! I guarantee you were trash your first time too.” Matt said in an attempt to repair his ego as he threw his empty cup at Chris. “Maybe so, but I don’t have the girl who I lost it to here in the car to confirm it.” Chris snarked back, playfully nudging Matt’s shoulder. “We all gotta start somewhere dude.” He added when Matt didn’t respond. As Nick continued choking on his own laughter, Matt crossed his arms and stared out the window, very clearly wishing he was anywhere but there in that moment.

“Okay okay,” Nick began catching his breath. “We need to cool it because 90% of that what we just filmed is completely unusable. Let’s please just try to make it through this video without exposing Matt and Y/n’s bumpy sexual history again.” He pleaded as he began scrolling through his phone to find new questions.

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“God, that was rough.” Said Chris as we all climbed out of the parked car. We had finally finished the video. It took us an hour to film, and would still be edited down to just twenty minutes of content where we weren’t exposing big secrets or directly fuelling past rumours.

“At least it’s done. It might be a while before I ever want to do that again.” Nick responded as he opened the garage door leading into their house. “Agreed.” Added Matt from behind me as we climbed the stairs to the main level. We all walked over to the fridge to grab drinks, as if the beverages would clean our dirty mouths.

“Alright,” Chris began after a hefty chug from his Pepsi, “I’m going to my room. Matt, Nick, get on Fortnite with me.” He began descending the stairs. “I’ll get on once I shower Chris. I have a desperate need to scrub this FILTH off of my body.” Replied Nick, and he began walking towards the stairs leading to his bedroom. “Y/n, come upstairs whenever you want to go to sleep and I’ll get off the game.” He called over his shoulder as he disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Matt and I were left alone in the kitchen, him sitting at the table and me sitting on top of the counter in between the stove and the fridge. Swinging my legs carelessly, I decided to break the silence first. “I’m really sorry about all of that in the car Matt. I didn’t mean it.” He looked up at me and chuckled. “Yes you did, and it’s not a big deal. I know I wasn’t great back then.” He responded before taking a drink from his can. I smiled softly at his response but decided to leave it be. There was no use in trying to deny it. The sex was just boring, short, and awkward; the way that most first times are. At least he didn’t take any offence to it.

“You know,” He began after a few moments of silence, his eyes shooting to mine as he stood up from his place at the kitchen table. “I’ve gotten much better.” A playful smirk travelled to his lips as he began walking towards my frozen figure on the counter. He stopped just a few short centimetres away from me, so close that I could reach out and touch any part of him that I wanted. I couldn’t tell if he was fucking with me, until I felt his early signs of arousal press lightly against my knee.

My throat was dry, and I felt like a deer in headlights. Even though Matt and I had slept together when we were younger, the dynamic was much different than now. The proposition came about awkwardly, and we were a fumbling mess with very little understanding of how it felt to be aroused. But in this moment, I was very very aroused just from this conversation.

In my silence, he placed a firm hand on my hip, rubbing his thumb across it gently. “I can do just about anything. Just let me know how you want it and I can give it to you.” My stomach did a somersault at his words, and I felt my panties dampen. He used his free hand to push my legs apart so that he could stand in between them, and my limp hands subconsciously moved up to grab onto his shoulders. At the first sign of my willingness, Matt quickly leaned forward and peppered soft, teasingly slow kisses along my neck. His lips travelled up to my ear, where he bit the lobe playfully before whispering, “Well, tell me. How do you want me Y/n?”

His words caused me to clench on nothing and I nearly moaned from the anticipation. With him still waiting on my response I whispered back, “You can do anything you want to me, Matty.”

Without missing a beat, he attacked my lips with his own and I melted from the immediate relief. I moved my hands from his shoulders up to the base of his head, and as his tongue danced along with mine I pulled gently at his messy hair; my own mouth filling with a moan falling from his lips. His right hand traveled up my grey hoodie to find that I had nothing on underneath, and he lightly brushed the bottom of my left tit with his thumb. Suddenly his hands moved from under my shirt and gripped my ass as he effortlessly lifted me off the counter and into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he stumbled towards his bedroom.

Once inside the undisturbed room, he placed me down on his desk, my ass hitting the mouse and causing the computer to turn on; casting a light on the otherwise dark room. He wasted no time in removing my hoodie, leaning me back slightly so he could easily twirl his tongue along each nipple. I hummed in pleasure from the warm, wet sensation of his mouth connecting to my skin, and brought my hand down in between our bodies to softly run my hand up and down his clothed hardness. After a few moments, he pushed my hand away and dropped to his knees in between my legs.

Pulling my grey sweats off my body and pushing my thong to the side in one quick motion, Matt took a moment to relish in my swollen, dripping hole. “I don’t remember you being this wet for me last time.” He smirked as he looked up at me with blown out pupils. “Let’s see if you taste the same.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head at his filthy words, and a moan slipped from between my lips as his mouth made sloppy contact with my sensitive bud. I subconsciously grabbed onto the back of his head, suffocating him with my heat as he continued to suck and kiss my clit. As his tongue worked on my nerves, he released a guttural moan that vibrated against my heat, causing my back to arch at the intense feeling.

When we had done this all of those years before, Matt’s movements were lacking in confidence. He had fumbled around my clit blindly, and had ate me out cautiously as if he was afraid of hurting me. Now, this Matt had clearly gained experience, as my stomach was already beginning to fill with the familiar pressure from the build up of an orgasm once I watched him find all of my most sensitive spots; his eyes blissfully closed.

Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away from my heat and I groaned at the loss of contact. He straightened his body back up to my level and brought his face so close to mine that our noses were touching. “Kiss me. I want you to know how good you taste.” He whispered through his glistening bright red lips. More on fire than I had ever been in my life, I immediately attached my open mouth to his, moaning at the distinct taste of my sweet arousal on his tongue. As we deepened the kiss, his fingers found my heat and he ran two of them up and down my folds to collect my wetness before slamming them into my cunt; finding my spongey g-spot on the first pump with his curled fingers.

My head rolled back, lost in the euphoric feeling of his fingers filling me up, and he watched my facial expressions intently as the wet sounds of my upcoming orgasm filled the space between us. “Holy fuck, Matt.” I slurred, my voice coming out choppy as his fingers continued to relentlessly pound into me; never losing contact with that one spot that drove me crazy. “I-I’m gonna-” I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the very beginning of my orgasm roll over my body.

Suddenly, all of his movements stopped and my eyes shot open out of frustration. In the time since my eyes had screwed shut, his own had darkened in arousal. My body trembled from the sudden halt in its pleasure, and he smirked at me. “You want to cum, sweetheart?” He asked, his kind words a harsh paradox to his sinister expression. Still, I nodded eagerly to which he pulled his fingers out of me completely before leaning up and placing his wet mouth right against my ear.

“You’re gonna fucking wait for me.”

I attempted to squeeze my legs together to take some pressure off of my throbbing, unsatisfied core as his vulgar words scrambled my brain, before he pulled me off the desk and pushed my head down so that I was now the one on my knees. Confused, I looked up to find him gazing down at me. He gestured towards his clothed member. “Go ahead.” I grinned slyly.

My turn.

I had made an attempt at giving him head the first time we had sex. Just like him, I had struggled with confidence due to the sole fact that I had no clue what I was doing. Since then, I had had plenty of practice, and I was excited to now be the one to show him my improvements.

I grabbed onto the waist band of his pyjama pants and pulled them down to his knees. With only his tight red boxer shorts covering it now, the outline of his thick cock and the small wet spot at its tip from his pre-cum made my mouth water. I brought my mouth up to the skin on his lower stomach, right above the Calvin Klein logo on his boxers, and began peppering excruciatingly slow kisses along the light sprinkling of hair there. I glanced up at him through my eyelashes to find him peering down at me with curious lust, his mouth open slightly and his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

After a short while, I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down to meet his pants at his knees. His hardened cock smacked his stomach on its release from the tight material, where it left a wet patch from his pre-cum. Grabbing it with my left hand, I collected a pool of saliva in my mouth and stared up at him as I let it all drip down his swollen member. After pumping my hand for a few strokes, I placed only the tip in my mouth as I watched his eyes dilate. I swirled my tongue teasingly along the swollen tip, tasting the the saltiness of his fluid. Eventually, I began pumping my hand up and down his shaft in rhythm with my head bobbing along the top half of his cock. He shifted on his feet at the new sensation and let his head fall back. I kept my pace agonizingly lazy, knowing that it would drive him crazy.

With my tongue, I licked a strip from the base of his ball sack, up his shaft, and to his tip, earning a hushed whimper from his lethargic mouth before he grabbed my hair and shifted his hips. Looking down at me and holding my head firmly in place, he began thrusting his hips as he kept me still. He started slow, but when he realized that I could take more his pace began to pick up and his cock began to hit deep in my throat. I looked up at him through my tear-filled eyes, and saliva began to drip down my chin. “Fuck you look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He grunted out through each thrust. I lifted my hand to cup his balls, giving them gentle squeezes that seemed to send him towards his climax.

As a moan fell from his lips, he pulled my head back so that his dripping cock sprung free before he got the chance to fill my mouth with his cum. He stood there for a moment with his eyes closed taking deep breaths as if he was fighting the urge to finish right then, before he opened his eyes and gazed down at me. “Get on the bed.”

I pulled myself up off the ground and, on shaky legs, walked over to his bed with him following close behind. Once I reached the edge of the bed he stopped me, turning me around to face him and pushing me down so I would sit. “Put your feet on the bed and pull your knees up to your chest.” He commanded, and I did as I was told, albeit I was a bit confused. “Good girl.” He praised me as he pulled me right up to the edge of the bed before pushing my legs further apart.

Placing one of his knees on the bed beside me, he lined his cock up with my entrance; rubbing it tantalizingly along my wetness. Placing one arm around my waist to brace my body, he slowly pushed his cock inside of me right there on the edge of the bed. His trusts were slow but harsh, and the position he had placed us in made it so that my cervix was barrelled into each time his hips met mine. He placed his sweat-coated forehead against my collar bone and released small breathless grunts with each deep thrust. “So fucking good Matt. Oh god.” I whined as his pace began to increase in speed. He planted his teeth into my shoulder as we fell back onto the bed; his body now completely on top of mine as he continued to drive into me.

He lifted his head and looked fixedly at my fucked out face, his eyes glossed over in erotic pleasure. With this visual, I was brought back to the first time we had fucked, in a position so similar to this one. His rhythm was slower and much more tentative, and we were both certainly much less pleasing to the other, but still I suddenly got hit with a wave of recognition in how much we had both grown since then.

I was pulled out of my trance by Matt’s commanding voice. “Move back real quick and get on your stomach.” I did as I was told, feeling the emptiness that came from his dick sliding out of my soaking wet pussy. Assuming he wanted me in doggy, I got on my knees and arched my back; my head and shoulders pressed firmly against the soft mattress. I felt the bed move as he climbed on all the way, and in a moment of animalistic desperation I pushed my needy cunt subconsciously back to meet heat of his cock.

“No.” He stated simply, his veiny hands massaging my ass. Confused, I looked over my shoulder as I waited for him to explain. He had an ominous smile as he moved his gaze from my fully exposed cunt to my face. “I wanna see if your favourite position is really worth the hype.” He used his hands on my ass to push it down flat to the bed before adjusting himself so that he could line up correctly. Still looking over my shoulder with glazed eyes, I watched his expression as his cock sunk into my core once again. His jaw was clenched tightly and his eyelashes fluttered slightly from the new sensation that the position gave him as he bottomed out. “Oh fuck.” His eyes were fully shut now as he stayed still for a moment. Small beads of sweat traveled down his stomach as I took in the beauty of the man who was making me feel so so good.

Getting turned on even more just from Matt’s visual pleasure, my walls clenched subconsciously and I whined, “Please keep going Matty.” His eyes snapped open and landed on mine, before he leaned forward — one hand beside my head and the other planted firmly to the small of my back — and began pounding into me relentlessly.

The depth of this position allowed me to feel every inch of his cock, and it became impossible to keep the moans and strings of profanity from escaping my lips. This seemed to be the case for Matt too, as over the sounds of my own moans and the wet sounds of our bodies connecting, I could hear the gruff throaty moans of his own pleasure. “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight Y/n.” Even though I was aware that we were both making far too much noise that Chris and Nick would definitely hear, I couldn’t get myself to bring it to Matt’s attention, as the animalistic vocalization of his indulgence was bringing me closer and closer to my climax.

“I-I need to cum Matty.” I managed to vocalize as my nerves began to unravel. “Hold it. Want you to cum with me.” He responded, leaning even further forward so that his body was practically lying on top of mine. He took a free hand and wrapped it around my throat, lightly squeezing the sides as my pleasure became dangerously close to bubbling over.

“P-Please cum for me. I can’t hold it anymore.” I begged, digging my nails into his silk bedsheets and feeling my walls quiver each time he drove his cock into my cervix. His breathing became hitched in my ear and his movements became sloppier. Biting my ear, he asked, “Where do you want me to cum, Y/n?”

Without wasting time, I moaned my response. “Cum in me please. Want you to fill me with it.” At that, Matt slammed his twitching cock into me a few more times before finally telling me what I so desperately needed him to.

“Okay sweetheart. Go ahead and make a mess for me.” Even before his words fully left his dirty mouth, I gave into the overbearing pressure in my stomach and felt my intense orgasm over-take me. Practically screaming his name, my pussy convulsed uncontrollably. I felt the immediate relief and heard the gush as I squirted along his cock and down his legs. “Jesus.” He moaned out as his body suddenly stilled. As my legs shook, I could feel his cock twitching inside of me; painting my walls with his cum.

After we both came down from our highs, catching our breath and reconnecting with our minds, Matt slowly pulled his dick — freshly bathed in my own juices — out of my swollen core. With a satisfied sigh, he threw his body onto the bed beside mine. Both of us laid there for a moment, facing one another with glazed over expressions, before a shameless smile crept onto Matt’s face.

“Well you definitely didn’t squirt the last time we slept together.” He chuckled proudly, and I knew his ego had been inflated. I rolled my eyes. “Well, you didn’t whimper the last time we fucked either.” It was my turn to smile as he covered his face bashfully. We laid there in silence for a moment, both of us lethargic and fucked out.

“If that was anything like when ya’ll lost your virginities then I am extremely impressed.”

Matt and I both shot our heads up and looked around the room for the origin of that familiar voice. We were alone, but my eyes focused on the lit-up computer. On the screen, Matt’s Discord was open to the group with Nick and Chris. I turned to look at Matt, who had also clearly made the same discovery that I had, and whispered, “Did you for real leave the channel unmuted?” He tucked his lips together and shrugged apprehensively, before climbing off the bed and over to the computer.

“Chris, how much of that did you hear?” He asked into his headset. I heard a laugh through the mic. “Oh Matt, I heard it all. Good work. I’m a proud brother.” I covered my face in embarrassment as Matt rolled his eyes. “Fuck off. You’re a perv.” He mumbled to his brother, but I caught the small smile that tried to creep to his lips.

“I’m gonna need a fucking lobotomy to get over the trauma that I was just put through.” I heard Nick’s voice now through the mic and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Bro you could have just left the server, you act like I forced you to listen to the entire thing.” Matt argued with his older brother. “You think I stayed and listened to the ENTIRE thing? What are you crazy?” I was full out laughing now, despite the embarrassment. “I left as soon as I figured out what was happening, but I still heard waaaay too much.” Matt laughed now and muted his mic — perhaps a bit too late — then walked back to where I was on the bed, propped up on my forearms.

“Whoops.” He simply said as he pulled his boxers back up. I shook my head and smiled shyly. “We are literally never going to be able to live that down.” I replied as he draped his body along the bed beside me again. Rubbing his eyes awkwardly, he shrugged softly. “Well, at least they’re gonna have to stop teasing me about my skills.” I smacked his arm playfully and he responded by grabbing me swiftly and pulling me to his side.

“You were impressed, weren’t you?” He asked teasingly, as he held me close. I closed my eyes and sighed, “I was, Matt. Really, really, impressed.” He giggled into my neck at my truthful response and I swatted him once again.

“I’m glad we got our re-do. I’d been wanting that for a while.” He said after a moment. I looked at him with a smile and ruffled his hair. “Me too, honestly. I always knew you had some potential in you.” I teased.

“Well, if you don’t want to have to face Nick right now, you’re welcome to sleep in here tonight.” He offered and I sighed in relief. “That would be great, actually.” I said as I began to sit up. “Let’s get cleaned up first though.” He began as he got up and grabbed us both towels from his closet, “You’re not allowed to get under my sheets until you wash my children off your thighs.” My eyes shot open at his disgusting choice of words and I quickly covered myself with my towel. “Matthew Bernard you are sick!” I exclaimed as we both headed towards his bathroom. “Sure am. But so are you.”

He pulled me into a hug while we stood in the bathroom waiting for the shower to warm up. As he rubbed circles on my back with his hand, I sighed. “I think this is the secret to good friendship.” He chuckled before asking, “What is?” Playfully, I smacked his ass over his boxers. “Fucking the shit out of each other once in a while.” He laughed and pulled away from the hug before getting into the shower; leaving the glass door open so that I could follow him. “Shut your weird ass up and get in the shower with me, friend.”

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donutz · 3 months

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Dogday “x” reader

Summary||Not romantic, at all, but you do give DogDay his legs back ^_^

Going over to the eerie hall, you see a bunch of cells.

Spooky..

I hear.. footsteps? No, not Catnap’s. It’s someone else.

Considering this absolutely terrifying place, something’s gonna pop out at me. Alright before I almost get murdered I’m gonna go to that area that I didn’t check out.

Oh. They’re fading away.

I see a room. With a big paw in the middle. Well, like a paw pillow. You think this is where Catnap sleeps? There’s little Smiling Critters.

Cute. I just realized how adorable that is. Catnap sleepin here while little critters are above him. He’s still just a kitty.

Like 10 years ago..

Anyways I’m gonna go back.

I hear footsteps.. Again?

I go over to the last row a cells and— HOLY—

“You… You’re Poppy’s angel”.

I don’t want to exaggerate, but my mouth was WIDEE open. But I closed my mouth because that was pretty rude to do.

“Come to save us”.

I wanna do something but I’ll let him talk, not for long though, I can’t let DogDay be in anymore pain.

“Nothing left to save, not here”...

Lies, I could save you right now!!

“You’re in Catnap’s home, angel”.

Alright I’m done with you talking. I start, luckily since I used to mess with the toys, getting out my tools to start working.

Well, I find the sharpest one so I can cut the belts holding him up.

“Their home”.

“A million pairs of—”

I take one big swing at all of the belts, and fortunately they all snap! Of course I caught DogDay in time.

“I’m gonna make sure you’re okay, puppy.” I declare, not joking. Like 100%, DogDay is not dyin’ on me.

“But Angel I’ll only slow you down—”

“Lies”.

“The only thing I need to worry about is getting you safe, not you ‘slowing me down’!” I tried to sound a lot less annoyed, I’m not, at all. But I don’t want DogDay to burden himself even more.

I was also running from a bunch of small demons so yeah.

They were chasin’ me like they were tryna eat me alive!

No pun intended.

While I was speed crouchin’ through, there was little critters on the right side of me— I kicked them.

“Sorry little one!” I apologized, I didn’t feel fully bad but I still do because y’know! They’re still— a little bit like the bigger, original critters!

Barely.

Even though they kicked the smaller critters, they still apologized.. They really are an angel.

Finally making it out, I see three colored slides. I made a quick decision and decided to slide down the middle one.

Luckily that was the right one.

“Keep going angel, you’re doing good”..

DogDay is by far the best dog I’ve ever known.

I quickly switched my green hand to my purple hand and used the jump pad—

“Hold on”!

We made it on the platform and thankfully a metal door shut behind us, cutting off the smaller critters.

I pressed the button so we could go up, and waited.

“Angel, that was amazing! But why would you save me?” Wouldn’t it have been better if they left?

“Because I don’t want you to die. Plus, you didn’t slow me down. Also are you okay? Y’know, because of how much I was moving..?

“I'm alright Angel, are you”?

“I am completely fine! Physically”!

I gave him a smile, a real smile. Just so he doesn't think I'm lying.

“Plus, I'm really happy that I was able to get you outta there.”

Now, I just need to get the parts to rebuild him. I 100% do not mind doing that.

After some time, you were able to find a somewhat safe spot that was found by Poppy and Kissy.

And yes, you held DogDay the whole time. Like a little kid holding their stuffy.

You placed DogDay on the ground, he held himself up with his arms so you didn't need to worry too much.

“This might take a while, but the result will be worth it. Or not, depends on your opinion”.

“You reattaching my lower body will be worth it no matter how long it will take”.

I was a little surprised that he said that— he's still outgoing and kind after all these years…

I lifted my head and saw that he had a genuine smile— of course, I smiled back.

After— about two and a half hours I was done. My back is kinda sore but that doesn't matter.

“Okay, you wanna try sitting up”?

“Dog—”

There were visible stars in his eyes.

He was in awe because of my work, and gave me a hug. A really big hug.

“Thank you, Angel”...

“You've done so much for me, how could I ever repay you”...

While he was hugging you he stood up at the same time.

Omg he can walk!! I mean stand.

And Jesus he was tall, not 6’2 type stuff but he was like— 5’0! That's tall for a ‘toy’.

I hugged him back and we were there for a while.

I completely forgot he asked me something.

“Oh! Uhh, you do not need to repay me. But your way of repaying me is just being alive”.

“Promise”?

“... I promise Angel”.

#poppy playtime x reader #dogday x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral #poppy platime fanfic #poppy playtime #dogday #smiling critters #x gn reader #x reader

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Hi!

Would Platonic Yandere! Scott Summers ever manipulate reader? Or just fully or subtly infantilize them to keep them safe? Or maybe even gaslight them?

To him it would just be like oh I’m doing it to keep you safe of course even if I am making you rely on me but I don’t want you to realize this :)

(Sorry if this is a crappy ask I haven’t gotten a chance to really get into X - Men and the idea was really only half formed when i submitted it)

(Ps why does Scott kind of lowkey give off Platonic Yandere! Dick Grayson vibes? No just me? Ok 🥹😂)

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️💙💙💙💙

⭐️anon

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍…

!!! GN reader, manipulation (shocker), strict Scott, control issues, Dck Gryson cameo, accidental infantilism, accidental gaslighting.

X-Men content is like a drug. I was dragged in by ‘97, then started watching the OG cartoon, then started picking up the comics, and now look at me. My life is ruined. Run while you still can.

Scott’s manipulation completely comes in the form of abusing his leadership position. He’s not afraid to threaten you with disciplinary action as the field commander of the X-Men, even if it’s over something as little as you not wanting to abide by his made up curfew. If you wanna be an X-Men, then you have to listen to him both on and off the field. How can he depend on you if you don’t, huh?

Scott has to be in control. Bad things always happen when he’s not, so the thought of not having you — someone he views as a sibling, or even his own child — under wraps is absolutely terrifying. Yes, it might seem like he’s being a total prick to you, but this is just what all of the trauma over the years has done to him. He can’t really help it!! Please respect his authority!!

He just wants to keep you safe… please let him keep you safe…

Now, I usually imagine the reader to also be an X-Man when it comes to platonic Scott. But if that’s not your cup of tea, then the whole leader thing kind of falls flat. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t hold the same commanding presence, however. “Because I said so” is his main go-to for manipulation (if you even wanna call it that), and he’ll say it in the same tone he uses against Wolverine or Gambit whenever one of those bozos are acting up. He’s older and wiser than you, and that obviously means he knows best. Why are you questioning him?

As for the Dick Grayson comparison… not gonna lie, I’ve thought about a Nightwing/X-Men collab idea before, but that’s beside the point. Dick has a full arsenal of manipulation tactics at the ready, one of them being the more stricter, no-nonsense angle that may be reminiscent of Scott’s. But whereas Dick likes to metronome between any and every possible manipulative strategy out there, Scott pretty much only has one. And it’s barely a conscious decision, either. Should he ever have to actually think about manipulating you, he’s actually feel pretty guilty about it before convincing himself it’s for your own good.

Infantilism is less of a manipulation tactic and more of a way he shows his love. He is 100% convinced you’re just a little baby and doesn’t find it weird at all to treat you as such. His delusional ass will absolutely carry you around in his hip and think you’re the crazy one for not liking it. There might be a little gaslighting in that regard, but definitely not heavy-handed or on purpose. You’re an adorable little thing… don’t all adorable little things like to be carried? Huh… weird. Maybe you’re just not used to it.

All and all, while he’s sharp enough to see through most forms of manipulation, actually executing it is another story. This man is way too blunt to be charming and too emotionally constipated to lean harder into his softer side. Heads up: there’s a chance you may walk in on him reading books on parenting.

#❥ CALL INCOMING: DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES?#⭐️ DARLING~#❥ TW: YANDERE #❥ PLATONIC YANDERE #❥ YANDERE SCOTT SUMMERS #❥ YANDERE SCOTT SUMMERS X READER #❥ GN READER

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Restoration (Chapter 4)

I am absolutely brain dead. Anyways, a little bit of lore on Ryker because I’ve barely given any on him, andddd Lucky is back!

Word Count: 4,100

CW: Fear, Panic attacks, Anxiety, (I think that’s all for this one)

4-Nathan

After yesterday I couldn’t help but feel bad for Ryker. He didn’t lie about staying after class and talking with Mrs. Kay. He stayed behind and talked as I rushed my way back home. I had no idea what they talked about, or what we were going to do. Not that I had a decision in the matter.

If Ryker hadn’t caught on that I was terrified of him after yesterdays display, then I don’t know how he’ll figure it out. Just being with him for half a day and I almost immediately curled up on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I couldn’t help that I was scared. I was broken in all the wrong places and whatever pieces that were missing weren’t going to be found anytime soon. It’s just, that I kind of wish I’d be able to apologize for the way I had acted to him yesterday.

Guilt built up inside me the longer I thought about it on my way to school. My mom had asked me the night before how everything went, and I just told her it was okay. It most definitely was not. I felt scared, anxious, and nervous all at the same time. My stomach twisted at this horrible idea I had in my head. I hadn’t even made it to the front doors of my school before my knees nearly buckled underneath me.

A few shaky breaths and I forced myself through the hundred of students. My heart pounding in my chest, the way all the voices around me were muffled, the way I felt dizzy. This was a horrible idea. Even my own body knew that.

I made it to the classroom, mindful to keep closer to the wall so I’m not stepped on as people moved around trying to get their newly-made friends. The mini-office was closed today, meaning that Ryker would be somewhere in this classroom, and it wasn’t hard to spot the same black hoodie in the back of the classroom.

He was on his phone, looking like he was texting someone. Not my business. What was my business was how I was going to apologize to him. I owe him so much. This was my bad idea. Mainly for me at least. I probably won’t be able to get the words out. Or I might stutter every second and he’d be confused. Heck, I might talk but it’s be quiet and I’d have to repeat it all to him. I only really had once chance before my body shuts down on me and he’d see yet another pathetic display come from me.

I made my way there, noticing the slight uneasiness on his face. He was still texting. Good news for me then. He won’t have to see me struggle to walk even closer than I’ve ever willingly done before.

Today, the elevator up was the longest trip I’ve made yet. Everything felt slowed once again, but this time a rising anxiousness built up inside. What would he think of me afterwards? Would he think I was the small, puny, bug he probably thinks I am? What was I doing? This was a bad idea.

As soon as I heard a ding, I took a deep breath, hoping he was still texting away on his phone. It took me a while to convince my body to move, but I managed it. My mind pictured the same torturers in front of me. Smiling with a wide grin as I limped over as they had intersected me to. I’m not there anymore. I had to remind myself before peaking out and nearly letting out a squeak when I realized his attention was all on me now. Even if he still had his phone out, his gaze was on me.

I retreated back into the safety of the elevator, hearing him finishing whatever he was typing and shove his phone back in his pocket. Suddenly everything was so loud to me. Was that normal? I don’t think so. My mind was racing and my heart was beating so fast it might just rip right out of my chest. Was it out of fear?

Even though I know Ryker saw me, he never said anything. Nothing at all. Great. Something else to apologize about. I knew this was a bad idea from the start. If I hadn’t came up with this dumb plan, then maybe I would of had an easier time getting out, but now that I know he’ll be giving me his full attention, all confidence was sucked dry out of me.

I kept Ryker waited for what felt like hours for me. But the bell still hadn’t rang. Nearly five minutes had passed. He was oddly patient. Or maybe just another trick to make me blindly fall into another cage. Tears stung my eyes, but I wiped them away before they could fall. Just do it. Nothing could be worse than being kidnapped and tortured. So, whatever Ryker was going to do to me eventually, he might as well do it now.

Even though my body screamed at me to press the down button on the elevator and get the heck out of here, I stayed put. I wasn’t just going to make Ryker deal with my insolence and not apologize for the way I act. I’m pretty I’m the cause of all his stress lately. Just another thing to feel guilty about.

I took my first steps out for what seemed like the first day all over again. Ryker was tapping on the desk rhythmically, one hand holding his head up. It sounded like a familiar song, but I didn’t focus on that. I focused on taking my extremely shaky steps towards him. It wasn’t long before he caught sight of me, sitting up and keeping his hands on the desk. I was not counting on that, but I’ll just deal with it.

I hate how hard it was just for me to say “I’m sorry.” All the fear in my body was taking control and telling me to head back, but I just had to force myself to stay. The closer I was, the more my heart seemed to skip a beat. The more my breaths became more frequent. A panic attack now was the worst time.

Once I was as close as my body would allow, I took time to calm myself down so my words didn’t come out slurred or stuttered as much. Yup. All this just so the guilt would go away. It would be worth it in the end.

My head wouldn’t look up to see his reaction, so I just had to guess that he was just as shocked as I was. I opened my mouth to speak, but no noise came out. Great. I knew this would happen. My voice never fails to stop working when I really needed it. Just great.

I heard moving, which made my head pick up instinctively, seeing that Ryker was standing up, a sorry look on his face. Wait no… Did I do something wrong? Why wasn’t he talking? Was it because I was taking too long? Did he finally grow tired of me? No. Nononono. That’s not what I wanted. Why can’t I do anything right?

He placed his hand on the edge of the desk again, the same look on his face. I did do something wrong, didn’t I? The realization hit me like a cannonball. Whatever I did, he obviously hated me for it. Even more guilt gets piled up on top of me. How do I manage to mess everything up when we’ve only really “hung out” for one day?

I opened my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out. Why does life hate me so much? I just wanted to say I was sorry for everything I’ve done and way I act. Heck, I was even going to apologize for the incident at lunch the other day. He shouldn’t of had to save me.

My body was acting on it’s own, taking a step back as my body trembled and I hung my head down in defeat. I knew this was a bad idea.

Ryker’s hand moved to the side as he sat back down, his hand too close for comfort but I brought it upon myself for being this close. My entire body felt like crawling under my blankets and crying myself to sleep. Life really did hate me. I just wanted to talk… Even if it meant I couldn’t keep the conversation going. At least apologize. That was my only goal for the day. That long with surviving anyways.

“Are you all right, Nathan? You don’t look too good…” He had asked me. And I made the mistake of shaking my head in all honesty.

———Ryker———

My heart fell. I’ve never seen someone so afraid and shaky before. Never.

What was I supposed to do? Nathan’s never talked to before. I know nothing about him. He could say the same about me, but still. It’s just that I didn’t know what he was so afraid of. I don’t want to force him to do anything, and the only real way I know how to calm a person down is to hug or give them what they need. I live with five siblings I have to take care of, they feel comfortable around me so I know what calms them down and what doesn’t.

Nathan is comfortable around me.

I didn’t know his boundaries, I didn’t know why he seemed like he wanted to do something but couldn’t, and I really didn’t know how to calm him down. Hands weren’t even an option since I’ve noticed he jumps and scoots away every time I was getting something from my bag yesterday. I’ve noticed that he moves away from me when he thinks he’s in my way. And I’ve most definitely noticed that he never does anything unless he knows for sure it was okay to do. Looking for validation before doing anything.

Looking around the room, there were still a lot of people trying to get around before the first bell. Not that I cared though. I was more worried about what to do. I knew absolutely nothing about him. Only that we were both seniors.

Nathan stole a quick glance up at me, hanging his head down almost immediately. But I swear I see him trying to speak. Was that what he was trying to do? Was he self conscious about his voice or something? Or was it just that I was making him nervous? Most likely the second since every time he does try to speak my attention is always on him. Was that why he was scared? He didn’t like attention? I didn’t know.

He picks his head up again, but I made the mistake of looking down once again and seeing his mouth forming words but nothing coming out. He covers his mouth and ducks his head again. That was it. He doesn’t want me to watch him say whatever he was about to say. Social anxiety?

Still, I can tell he’s trembling like crazy and he’s not even in my hand yet. I noticed that yesterday too. Just what happened to him?

I tried making up ways in my head how he would be able to talk without me paying attention, but nothing came to mind. If anything, I just really wanted to hear what he was trying to say to me. I don’t even care if it’s something rude towards me. The little guy already has a hard time just being comfortable around me, so I think it’s a step forward if he’s trying to talk. He probably would hate me if I had called him that nickname though. It suits him though. He’s shorter than most humans, and he seems like a really sweet guy.

“If you’re trying to say something you can take your time. We have all week. I can wait.” I gave a smile in hopes that he wouldn’t dwell on this the entire day. I haven’t mentioned anything about the lunch incident either since I guess he didn’t want to talk about it after he just ran off. Oh. Maybe he felt guilty for running away?

Shaking my head at the thought, I let out a hand for him to get onto. It worried me that he could never keep his balance when he had only taken one step on, but he had never done it before. It’s expected. Maybe later on I could help him out with that? Then what Mrs. Kay told me yesterday hung in the back of my head.

“Nathan has trouble being around giants. I’m just using this class to get him used to it. The real world won’t be so kind to him if you don’t do this. Plus, I’m sure you’re the perfect one for the job.”

What did that mean? How was I the perfect one for the job? Almost everyone in the school avoids me after my parents… never mind. But still, everyone thought I was so mentally unstable that I could be thrown into a psych ward any day now. I didn’t appreciate the statement, but part of that isn't wrong. So how was I supposed to help him?

Nathan took shaky steps forward, and cautiously climbing into my palm, but still managed to fall over. I would help, but he doesn’t like being touched. He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t know how to do this. It just takes some time, and I’m very patient.

We did the same thing as yesterday. Sat down in class and as placed my journal full of unused notes on the desk, he moves away. I didn’t know if he thought he was in my way, or if he just didn’t like being near anything that he thought would kill him. There was no telling. It wasn’t like I was going to just blindly throw something on my desk without taking into consideration that he might be freaked out by that. Especially since he’s just a little taller than the width of my fingers.

I remember when I first saw him, my first thought was: He’s really small. And that’s saying something since I have a younger human sister that’s barely turning five this next month. But I also thought that he was really nice. And he is, but it’s not in the way I had imagined. What was he hiding that made him so scared?

———Nathan———

Stupid. I was so stupid. I completely exposed myself to Ryker, and all he did was say that I could take my time. Why was Ryker so nice? I wasn’t used to that! Coming from a giant too? No. It’s a definite lie. He was somehow patient with me even when I took all the time in the time in the world. Every single time I’m overthinking something or just really torn up, he gives a smile, like he knows what’s going on in my mind. I was so confused.

The day went by fast, and nearly every class period I tried to talk. Heck, at this point it would be great just to make any kind of noise, even when I know that he’d laugh at me. I think it was 6th period when I managed to get a word out, but he didn’t hear me. As expected. Why was this so hard for me?

During his seventh period, he set me down by the human sized doors and sat down on the same couch as before, reading the same book as yesterday. The other three people sat at the table playing Uno yet again, laughing their butts off while the librarian was putting away some books.

I headed through the doors of the human library, seeing that there was an entire freshman class in here. That was surprise. Probably getting books for a project or report or something. Though, I did spot one familiar face as I sat down on the couch in the corner. The one that saved me during lunch the other day. Lucky.

It was maybe fifteen minutes after their class had all grabbed whatever books they needed and sat down talking. It was loud, but it’s not like it bothered me. I mean, I was supposed to be in calculus right now. I’d much rather prefer this.

My head was buried in a book when someone had sat next to me. I nearly jumped, but just looked over to see that is was Lucky. Why would he even come over here to me? Wasn’t he supposed to be with his class? Obviously it didn’t stop him from talking to me. Wait. Maybe I could ask about Ryker? They seem to be good friends even though I’ve never seen them talk besides on Monday.

“You’re…. Nathan? That’s what Ryker called you, right?” He had on a smile and still sat almost an entire head taller than me while sitting down. Makes sense. But it was kind of embarrassing when a freshman was so much more taller that their upperclassmen. It makes me feel even more insecure.

I replied with a nod, never looking directly at him. I was scared he might say something. Just like a list of my many, many fears.

“Why’d you run out the other day? Y’know, during lunch?” How did I know he was going to ask that? Someone would have eventually. Just, I didn’t expect it to be brought up so casually. I mean, why did he even care? Did I make him angry by running off? Did I hurt his feelings that I didn’t give an apology or a thank you? I cringed at the thought, but I knew I had to face it.

“I… Um, I was scared. So I-I’m sorry for r-running, and th-thank so much for g-getting me out of there.” I bit my tongue for stuttering the last bit. At least if he’s angry at me I’ll know that I did thank him at least. That’s one guilt off my chest. Still, I have to tell Ryker, and he’s harder to talk to given that my own body goes against me every time I try to talk or even get the slightest bit closer so he can hear me. Life hated me so much.

“Anytime,” Lucky had started, “My brother said something about some kind of project with you two? I wasn’t paying attention.” Brother? Where did that come from? I don’t even know who he’s talking about. Was he in my class? Was he one of the people watching as I failed miserably to make some kind of interaction?

“Brother?” Lucky’s eyes shot wide, then he bursted out laughing. Did I do something wrong? Or embarrassing? And suddenly, I felt dozens of eyes on me. His whole class was looking at us. I gulped, burying my head. This was fine. Just ignore them and they’ll go away, yeah…

“Well, I’m the adopted one, but Ryker is my older brother.” Lucky explained to me. Oh. What. How does that work? Ryker was a giant, and Lucky was human. It’s not entirely abnormal for a human to be adopted by a giant family, but I never understood how they even live through that. Even if the human manages to escape, they’re legally owned by that family. But besides the point, that made things a million times harder for me. Anything I said to Lucky, he would tell Ryker. Great.

“So how’s that project going?” Lucky had asked, a chuckle escaping his mouth. I shook my head, groaning. I don’t need to be reminded that I was making things harder for Ryker. It’s not my fault! I guess in a sense it is though. Since my mind obviously can’t forget what happened a nearly a year ago.

Lucky pulled out his phone, texted someone, the shoved it back in his pocket, “You get used to Ryker after a while. He’s a nice guy.” So everyone’s said. I believe them though. Ryker’s done nothing but be patient with me and try to make some kind of progress on getting me to open up. I’m the problem.

Lucky’s teacher had called everyone to get back to class, letting him know to leave, “Oh hey, you should come over on Friday. I heard that was part of your little… trust exercises?” He smiled and left with his class. What? He knew about that? Did that mean Ryker has talked about me to him? Oh that did not bring me any peace of mind. Not at all. If he has, what has he said? That I was impossible to deal with? I was infuriating?

And suddenly I wasn’t so confident about this week anymore.

———Ryker———

Lucky had texted me that he was talking to Nathan. I mean, that offered some kind of relief, but not entirely. Lucky could be… ecstatic at times. Especially when he was meeting new people. Or when he was around Dylan is was five times worse. Luckily, that wasn’t possible so I didn’t dwell on it too much. But, I did plan on inviting Nathan over to my house this Friday or sometime during the weekend. Since Mrs. Kay denied my request to take this off the long list of things I already had to do. Not that I would mind him over. It’s just that he might be a little surprised to see everyone.

Nathan seemed a little more uneasy after his talk with Lucky, which really worried me. What did Lucky say? Or better yet, what was Nathan thinking? It seemed like the more important question. I’m sure Lucky told Nathan that we were brothers, but I doubt he told them about everyone else. That would have been a lot to go over. Not that he won’t find out eventually. Nathan still hasn’t said what he wanted to say this morning. Whatever it was. I was anxious to hear, but at the same time I knew he was having some problems.

Last period was the same as yesterday. Just another day to get to know one another better, but I’ve made no progress at all. I’d like to at least know what his favorite color is at this point, but I’m sure he was wondering the same about me. I haven’t told him anything about me either.

Currently, Nathan was sitting on my desk facing me just like everyone else. Not what he usually does, but that’s fine. Maybe Lucky had actually helped him instead of freaking him out? Maybe. A slight possibility.

“Everything alright?” I had asked, easing some of my relief. I was actually really worried about him. I’ve never encountered someone so afraid in my entire life, and that was saying something.

He nodded his head, playing with his hands. Nervous? I could never tell with him. How do I break it to him that Mrs. Kay is making him come over to my house? She knows that it can get a little chaotic and with my newfound knowledge that he has a hard time being around giants, this might not be the best match-up. I’ve noticed that Nathan doesn’t like people acknowledging him or even looking at him. Does it give him anxiety? Probably. Explains why he was struggling to talk to me. It only made me feel even more bad for him.

I guess if I was going to tell him it would be now. He’d have to know anyways, “Hey, um, I asked about you not being able to come over, and she just said that it would be better if you came over anyways. I’m sorry, really.” I saw him cringe back and nod his head sadly. I wondered why he was so uncomfortable with the idea of going over to my house though. Him knowing about my… predicament is something, but he didn’t know. So it was really weird to see him so scared and shaky when Mrs. Kay brought up the idea yesterday.

“So how does Friday sound? We have a separate human part of the house if you get too overwhelmed and I’ll take you back home anytime? How’s that?” I tried to somewhat calm him down, but for some reason I think it might have the opposite affect on him. Oh good going Ryker. Just great. Give him another reason to be scared.

To my surprise, he nodded. This could either go horribly wrong, or great. Only one way to find out.

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This chapter for some reason was hard to write so I’m sorry if it’s not like the past three chapters. I’m pretty sure I wrote half of this at three in the morning so if it sounds weird that’s three a.m. me. Thank you for reading though! Asks are always open if you have questions about anyone!

#Restoration #g/t #g/t writing #g/t community #gt #Oc: Ryker #Oc: Nathan #sfw g/t #Giant/tiny #g/t fearplay #g/t angst #You get lore this time!!!#Oc: Lucky #I don’t know why I loved writing this chapter #I just did #Thank you for reading!#Lucky is just silly

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I don’t absolutely despise klaroline, although I definitely do not like them either, but one of the most stupid things in the entirety of the originals is Klaus flirting with Caroline while Hayley and hope is abducted. Would you consider this to be a writing mistake or just Klaus being Klaus? I’ve always wondered if he focused more on finding them if he’d of been able to save Hayley in time.

I've made an entire tik tok about this because I despised this episode since the first time I saw it. I laid out all of the dumb decisions Klaus made in the episode in the tik tok as well as a lengthy caption. You can see that here.

Klaus in Season 5 is terribly written. He may not be my favorite character and I don't like klaroline but everything about him and them in Season 5 was wrong.

Starting with Rebekah calling Caroline to go find Klaus. That made no sense. Why wouldn't Freya or Marcel go find him. They are his family. Marcel has known him for 200 years. It's not like Rebekah thought he wouldn't harm her, he had nearly killed Caroline multiple times. Marcel was upgraded, he would have been the best choice to go and talk some sense into Klaus. Or Freya who could have gone and yelled at him for abandoning Hope.

Just the fact that Klaus was ignoring Hope for five years made no sense to me. I get he was terrified that she would hate him after what she saw, but the end of Season 3 and through Season 4, we began to see a version of Klaus that was actually putting Hope's needs first. This abandonment was a complete regression back to his Season 2 narcissism. Also, Hope not continuing to astral project to find him made no sense. She is a powerful witch, if Caroline could track him down, so could Hope.

Now onto the day of the event.

My biggest gripe is that they are literally driving everywhere. Klaus is the fastest being, why is he taking an SUV that can go max 180 mph? Why did they stop at a rest stop to get coffee? Exhaustion doesn't affect them that way. They are literally flirting and joking around as Hope and Hayley are missing. Sure at this point they may not have realized how serious it was, but Klaus would never have allowed himself to be distracted like that. It was bad writing purely for ratings.

Klaus would rip apart the world to save both Hayley and Hope. Showing him doing anything less is a disservice to his character.

Good writing, writing that is true to Klaus' character would have shown him turning into a wolf to track Hope down. Ansel tells Klaus in Season 2 that he was drawn to Klaus as a child and even to Hope because wolves are drawn to their family. It would have been so satisfying to finally watch Klaus at one with his wolf side in order to find Hope.

It also was so out of character to see Klaus walking slowly to the house. Hayley was actively having her wolf side suppressed and fighting Greta. Klaus would have heard this from miles away and sped as fast as possible to the house. Instead we see him walking at a slow human speed. Caroline is also easily snuck up on by Elijah and Klaus doesn't immediately snap his neck? True-to-character Klaus would have ripped out Elijah's heart to save Hope and Hayley. After all, Elijah would have been fine.

Very little of Season 5 was not just poor writing. There were scenes and plot points that directly contradict established canon. The reason the writing was so bad is because the writers were killing Hayley, Elijah, and Klaus off no matter what. Hayley's death was 1000% preventable. Hayley was a hybrid and a member of the strongest family but was somehow killed by a 100 year old vamp? Say what you will about Klaus, but Klaus definitely would have saved her no matter what. She never should have died but Julie wanted Legacies to have an orphaned Hope and didn't care to make the writing good.

Shameless plug: If you want to read how I would rewrite Season 5 to make more sense, check out my story, Don't It Just Break Your Heart, on AO3 and Wattpad.

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My favorite Kuroken fics <3

In Another Castle

Kenma feels his face go hot. People have to be looking at them. They’re having a fight in front of a real estate agency. But he doesn’t look away, and musters the courage to say, “Kuro, I want you to live with me.”

The Whole Of The Moon

Tetsurou has never thought about it before, but right now, he is absolutely and thoroughly terrified.

Because he’s so, so in love, and he’s always known that Kenma is it for him, but what if he’s not it for Kenma?

Or: a Kuroken soulmate AU in which both of them suffer and there's communication in all the wrong ways

Not For Nothing

Kuroo-san never says no to you,” Shouyou says

Not Your Mother's Hot Toddy

Kuroo always knew he would eventually end up killing someone for Kozume Kenma, he just thought he would have a lot more time to prepare.

Or: Kenma's hungry, Kuroo's bad at thinking on his feet, and Shouyo just wants to make friends in the city.

Live From the Lonely Hearts Club♡

(Kodzuken lets out a sigh that cuts so deep, it nearly startles his cat off his lap.)

I think I’m being obvious. I probably don’t need to spell it out for you guys. It’s clear as day, isn’t it? I’m fucking in love with my best friend. And I have been for a very long time.

So it pains me to say that I think I’ve made the stupidest mistake of my entire life. Because a week ago, T asked me if I wanted him to be my fake boyfriend.

(Kodzuken drags his hands over his face.)

And I’m pretty sure I said yes.

Kenma is so stupid. When did he become so stupid? He’d always thought he was kind of smart, but maybe he’s been stupid this entire time.

five snapped heartstrings

“From the day you are born, you have a countless number of strings wrapped around the ring finger on your right hand. These strings extend out to all of your potential soulmates. As you grow and make choices in life, one by one the strings will slowly begin to fall away until you’re left with one. At that point, your one true soulmate will be waiting for you on the other side.”

Kenma was seven, and he was certain of one thing. He wanted Kuroo Tetsurou to be his soulmate.

it's like a summer shower

Kenma’s breath catches at the memory, and then he’s blurting out, “Do you still have it?”

“Have what?”

“…the recipe,” Kenma replies haltingly. A pause. “And maybe some pictures for how it looked all set up.”

“Kenma…” his mother says breathlessly, and he’s honestly not sure if she sounds awed or horrified. “Are you going to attempt to make it?”

It's Kuroo's and Kenma's anniversary and Kenma wants to do something different - cook him dinner. He regrets the decision pretty much immediately.

crushed little stars

When Kenma was 13, he swore to himself that he would never, ever get star tear disease.

Three years later, he met Hinata Shouyou.

A purrfect match

"Hi Uncle Tettsun!” Nozomi says without moving an inch. “There's a kitty cat under here."

Tetsurou sighs, adjusting the heavy bag on his shoulder. There's been a dramatic increase in the number of cats hiding under homes or dumpsters or in trees lately, ever since the Kozume family's latest announcement. People have been chasing them down, knowing that whoever takes the key from the royal cat's collar will be allowed to marry the crown prince.

[Five times Tetsurou meets a cat, and one time he meets a human instead].

The Space Between Thinking and Feeling

“She might have assumed that we were dating and I might not have corrected her, yes.”

Kenma’s eyes are caught in a frenzy. Tetsurou isn’t sure why he’s that upset about this specific part of the story. “Why?” Is all Kenma asks.

Tetsurou shrugs. “I don’t know. She invited you to the wedding. I want you to come. It just seemed easy.”

“Dating me seems easy?”

“Pretend dating.”

(OR Tetsurou doesn’t want to go to his mother’s wedding alone. Good thing he has fake-boyfriend Kenma to tag along.)

Wallpaper Heart

Tetsurou walks into their apartment, aware of his feelings for the first time. It’s a weird sensation, like remodeling a house, and finding out there was a hidden door to an extra room behind the old yellowed wallpaper in the hallway. Now that he knows it’s there, he wonders how he ever missed it – wonders when the wallpaper went up in the first place, when it started keeping him out.

(OR Tetsurou's adventures in pining)

even if you're ahead for a bit, i will catch up

Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

The Ghost Of The Future Is Awake In The Attic

Sika stags have a whole repertoire of courting behaviour that does not overlap with a human’s flirting one bit.

This, perhaps, should not come as a surprise to Tetsurou.

Or: The one where Kenma is a sika deer shifter, Kuroo isn’t, and Kuroo decides the logical thing to do is to court Kenma. The deer way. Despite the fact that he has no idea how deer shifter courting works.

When the Stars Threw Down Their Spears

"It’s hard to understand the hierarchy when a school like Nekoma exists, putting them all together like they belong, but by the time Kenma enters high school he understands the difference. Kuroo is a black panther, rare and precious; a large predator stronger than most any other foe.

Kenma is a calico housecat. His coloring is uncommon, but he is not special."

Shapeshifter!AU. Kenma struggles with a culture and the rules of courtship.

Ad Astra Per Aspera

The important parts of his life aren’t stored in the cement where he bled out, or among the familiar backdrops of his hometown. Home is curled up on a secondhand couch a few cities away, probably bitterly cursing his guts but still waiting for him to walk through the door.

The city has long since forgotten what happened to Kuroo Tetsurou.

…But Kenma didn’t. Kenma never would.

Kenma’s soul recognizes Kuroo Tetusrou even when his eye does not.

He’s been waiting an eternity for him, after all.

route 51 to your heart has been delayed by 20 minutes

The hottest man Kenma has ever seen shares the bus with him regularly. Under no circumstance is he ever going to do anything about it.

Not intentionally, at least.

Speak Easy, Lie Gently

Kenma’s invited back home to celebrate Christmas. Unbeknownst to him, his parents had invited a guest: his ex-boyfriend.

#kenma kuzome #kozume kenma #kuroken #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo testuro #haikyuu!! fic recs #haikyuu fic recs #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #kuroken fic #ao3 #fanfiction #fic recs #fanfiction recommendation #fic rec

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Hello! If it's okay could I request some more anorexia comfort headcanons ?:) But with Thoma and other characters of your choice if that's okay!!<33 have a great day!! -dumpling🥟

Hello! I’m so happy you are all enjoying my scenarios! you said headcannons I assume you mean scenarios because I’ve haven’t written any anorexia headcannons. I do hope you enjoy this creation and I apologize for the wait. P.S thank you for letting me chose some Characters >:).

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Prompt: their lover had an eating disorder in the past and they relapse after being overwhelmed with stress.

Characters: Thoma, Xaio, Bennet.

Type: angst with comfort, fluff, scenario.

!! Warnings: mentions of self harm !!

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Thoma

Thoma knew of your previous health condition but he didn’t even notice how close relapsing was until know. Looking at you now he felt so.. guilty and terrible. He just stared as you hesitated to put the chopsticks closed to your mouth. He just grower before letting out a sad sigh. “Love, what’s the problem? Why can’t you eat?”

He sounded so desperate to fix whatever problem was causing you to be like this, but the only reaction he received was a downwards look of disappoint. You felt terrible .It was an especially busy time of year for the Kamisato clan and Thoma had been so busy doing work, that he hadn’t been able to talk much with you. The whole situation was terrible.” If it makes you feel anymore willing to eat.. I’m taking the next week off. Please, just eat.” He gently paced a hand on the arm you were hesitant to lift. You slowly lifted your head once again to look into his eyes and you found that they are filled with tears. Your shoulders tense and the disappointment in his eyes feels like fire burning your skin. After netting eye contact you quickly turn to look back at the food in front of you. You examined every detail of the food as you felt the emptiness of your stomach crave for what your mind couldn’t. You bring the chopsticks closer to your face once again but you gag once yo smell the delicious food. “Please just a bite or two?” Thoma sounds hopeful at least…

His use of manners in such a situation made you sniff again but, this time it smelled so good. You lifted your arm and took a bite.

Thoma jumps up with joy and hugged you.”I’ll do my best to make sure this never happens again! I’m so proud of you!” His grin lights up the room as his joy is contagious.

Xiao

Xiao was a always busy and he had been gone so much lately that the paranoia was driving you into insanity. He hadn’t even realized how bad your condition was until he came back to the Wangshu Inn at very late hours. He found that you were sitting at the table with full plates of food and cups of water in front of you yet you weren’t make any motion to attempt to eat. Xiao immediately began to panic.

“Are you ok?” He rushed over to get a good look at you and the first place he examined was your face. He read your expression of disappointment and quickly peace’s the situation to get her in his mind. “It’s happening again isn’t it?” His voice was shaky and absolutely terrified. You could see the fear of losing another loved one in his eyes. He held your cheek lovingly before glancing back down at the food. He heard your stomach grumble and he turned back to you.”I don’t need to work for a while now… and the only reason I had to work so much is due to Rex Lapis’s recent death.” He was obviously trying to cheer you up enough to eat my flashing a small smile. When you only relaxed your muscles Xioa’s smile returned to a frown.

“Bodies are fragile, it’s important to take care of your body. I would love to live together as long as possible, but you have to make the decision yourself to eat.” His words were filled with such genuine love. With those words he left the room. Now it was just you and the food once again. Xiao’s words echoed through your brain on repeat and you slowly began to eat the food before you. At first you were disgusted but you quickly began to eat more once you felt hunger crashing down on you.

Bennet

He thought you didn’t like his cooking at first. So instead he brought you to good hunter. You ordered your favorite food and even Bennet wanted to inhale the dish you had ordered yet, you haven’t even glanced at the meal. Bennet eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Why aren’t you eating?” His voice was only filled with one emotion, confusion. “I-…” you just couldn’t get the word out of your mouth. They just clogged your throat. Bennet gasped quietly when he came to the realization of what was happening before him. “This is my fault… isn’t it?” Bennet was already on the verge of tears. “No! Bennet!” You were quick to jump out of your chair. “It’s because of my bad luck… it always is.” He wasn’t on the verge of tears anymore, they were already sliding down his embarrassed flushed cheeks. “If your stressed about all my bad luck we can’t take a break from this relationship?” He sounded so heartbroken. “No it’s not you at all Bennet.” Your voice was breaking. “Then please eat, just a few bites.” His tears slowed as he wiped his runny nose and tear stained cheeks. “That’s not how it really works Ben…” your voice dropped in disappointment. “Please, just a few bites?”

The desperation in his begging caused you to cave. You slowly raised the food to your mouth. You took a fast bite before gagging. Bennet frowned at this but that frowned quickly turned upside down as he watched you swallow the food. His face was beaming and now he keeps a hawk eye on your diet.

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Congrats on 1k!! 🖤 Absolutely adore your writing!

Request: 💚 Eddie Munson and

I almost picked catastrophic blues but then I remember the heartbreak that was Maroon and I chickened out. 😂

thank you so much!!! <3 my apologies for maroon because that one... whew. also, my apologies because this one did turn out just a little angsty! but it's more of a brief glimpse of hurt/comfort!! i swear!!!! i just wanna hold eddie munson real tight after all the shit he went through.

warnings: mention of eddie's time in the upside down/events of season 4, and vague description his ptsd from it all.

1k celebration - come party with me!

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He promised to always be by your side, and he had meant it.

It had been a week from Hell. A whirlwind of emotions, of rumors, of terrifying monsters and of grand sacrifice. And when it all came to a head, when he was gripping that make-shift rope of sheets and staring up at a bouncing Dustin Henderson, screaming for him to come on, all he could think about was you.

For a moment, he almost let go of the sheets. He almost made the most damning decision of his life. It would have surely gotten him killed, to have tried to buy more time that, as it turns out, they didn’t need. He probably would have been torn apart, limb by limb, and left to die the unsung hero.

But then he thought about you.

He thought about you, the best damn thing to ever happen to him. The person he swore to always come home to. His Sunday mornings, his Tuesday afternoons. His summer fling and winter love. The one person he promised to always be there for.

He couldn’t do that to you. He just couldn’t. His knuckles had turned white enough to match the filthy sheets, and one brutal tug at a time, he’d lurched himself through the gate, tumbling back into the normal world, a world that had you.

He’d come home to you. A soldier half his weight now, mind muddled with trauma and memories of monsters he can’t seem to erase, but he’d done it – he’d come home to you.

The nights were always the worst, when it was all said and done. Terrors would tear him from his sleep. Dreams in which he didn’t climb the rope, in which he’d tried to be a hero despite Harrington’s warning and it had backfired upon him. He saw the haunting image of Chrissy’s face, he saw Patrick’s body floating over the lake. He saw Max, barely hanging on by a thread in her hospital bed, having gotten out of the mess alive by the skin of her teeth. But then he’d wake up, and your face was always the first one he saw in his sudden consciousness. You were always there, ready to hold him and console him for as long as it would take before the sobs trailed off and the trembling finally reduced to a small shake in his hands.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” he mumbles one night in particular, after a fairly bad nightmare. He felt guilty these days, waking you up in his sweat and panic. He’d tried to convince you to go home, to maybe even let him sleep on the couch whenever Wayne was off at work (because, as it turns out, the world nearly ending doesn’t call for the plant shutting down).

You would never allow it. Each night, you dragged him to his bed, and you curled up beside him, a glowing warmth against his side that served as a reminder that it’s okay. He survived, the evil was defeated, and he came back to you.

“Don’t apologize,” you murmur, letting his head rest against your chest, fingertips scratching against his scalp in soothing motions, “I don’t mind. I’ve got you, I’ll keep you safe here with me.”

The day he had found you after the dreadful events, explaining it all in overwhelming detail as every word spilled from his mouth before he could stop it, you’d clung to him tightly. You’d held him so tightly that for a moment, he couldn’t breathe.

He’d never needed a hug like that more. He would have let you suffocate him if you wanted to. It would have been worth it, to survive and not die the unsung hero only to go out as a whisper wrapped in your arms.

The world is quiet outside his bedroom window as you continue to soothe him. Soft traces across his cheeks, lingering kisses pressed into the crown of his head, steady breathing patterns syncing up. The weight of him presses heavy between your legs as he relaxes, and you find your palm smoothing out over his spine, shirt still a bit damp with sweat.

“Thank you,” he whispers into the darkness. For the first time in a long time, it doesn’t strike fear in him.

“For what?”

“For being here. For loving me.”

He doesn’t see the soft smile that tugs at your lips, curling gently with gratefulness. But he feels the way you hold him a bit closer.

“Always. I’ll always be here, and I’ll always love you.”

He may have been the one to make the decision to come home to you, but you were the one to make the decision to stand at his side, sturdy and unmoving as you braved the stormy weather with him.

A promise to always be by his side, and you meant it.

#1k celebration #thank u ily <3 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson comfort

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There’s several differences between my Jack and canon Miko that I feel like highlighting just so people don’t mistake them for ‘the same personality:’

They’re both reckless idiots, but while Miko puts herself and others in danger to get in on the action and try to prove herself, Jack does so because he feels personally responsible for the wellbeing of other people- especially those he cares about. It’s basically a situation of acting on an inferiority complex vs a hero complex.

Jack makes way more absurd and borderline idiotic decisions than Miko: jumping off of speeding motorcycles, licking spilled chemical samples off the floor to try and identify its properties without a scanner, trying to ingest laundry detergent to build immunity, digging through the trash for spare parts, throwing himself into danger multiple times just to try and do the jobs of the other Autobots- he puts himself in harm’s way a LOT.

You know that ‘exaggerated swagger of a black teen’ meme? Yeah- that’s season 1 Jack in a nutshell. Bro’s an unchecked theater kid on top of being a mad scientist- if Ratchet thought Miko was bad, this Jack would be enough to give him an aneurysm.

“Oh, you look like you’re having fun! What are you doing?” “eating laundry detergent” *panicking “NOW WHY IN THE NAME OF PRIMUS WOULD YOU EVEN-”

He’d definitely insult Miko’s hair, too. Like- he’d take one look at the pigtail and rat-tail combo coupled with the razor-cut scene bangs and instantly think: “That is the most ghetto sh█t I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” He’d be acting like he didn’t try to cut his hair with a cosplay sword on his own back when he was twelve.

Their definitions of punk are very different, too. Wild outfits, speed metal, loud music and American pop culture are primarily what Miko thinks of punk culture. Jack holds a philosophy similar to Hobie- that being punk is doing whatever you like to do and doing right by what you believe, even if it irritates other people. He takes the sentence ‘freedom is the right of all sentient beings’ and makes it a creed that he lives by.

He applies this trait to the other Autobots as well- he doesn’t ‘other’ them into separate categories and solely think of them as war machines. He recognizes their capabilities and their strength, sure- but he also recognizes how much pain they’ve been through, all the mistakes they’ve made, and still chooses to see them as people worthy of being loved. That’s one of the main reasons why the Autobots develop such strong emotional connections with him.

The death of Jack’s father absolutely destroyed him to the point where he doesn’t really value his life anymore. Like- at all. He’s so willing to throw away his own livelihood, compress himself into a box and try to cover every single one of his insecurities and shortcomings entirely on his own just so he can feel secure about the fact that people don’t have to worry about him anymore.

The worst part is- by the time Season 3 rolls around, Jack is so critical of his own flaws and mistakes that he genuinely believes that every bad thing that has ever happened to the Autobots is his fault and that it would be better if he never existed.

This one’s a no-brainer: Miko’s terrified of spiders- Jack thinks they’re cute.

If he was present during the ‘band practice’ scene, once Miko starts shredding on the guitar he’d start singing all of his favorite Celestial Odyssey OST’s to his little heart’s content. No doubt about it.

#ask answered #transformers #transformers au #transformers reboot au #tfp #transformers prime #jack darby #miko nakadai #tfp au

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so for those who aren’t familiar with the NHL, this season multiple players refused to wear pride night jerseys, often citing religious beliefs as the reason why:

so slowly, these jerseys became super controversial as the season went on. many were online claiming that “political beliefs shouldn’t be pushed on players” (interesting bc none of them complain about military appreciation night!), and others were calling out the players who refused to wear them. several teams (such as the minnesota wild, new york rangers, and chicago blackhawks) pulled out of wearing pride jerseys altogether, even if they initially claimed they would. these jerseys have been done before this season, but have never been so controversial until now.

yet in this scary time where anti-LGBTQ+ bills are being introduced, trans people are under attack, and fascists who are against queer people’s very existence are in high positions of power across the US, the NHL has made it very clear they do not care. instead of showing support to queer people when it’s more important than ever before, the league has instead made the decision to not do warm-up jerseys at all next season!

this is insanely disappointing news—not just because the NHL is moving to protect and shield their homophobic players from any backlash/criticism, but because the special jerseys that the NHL does are for all sorts of important causes. there’s hockey fights cancer jerseys, there’s military appreciation jerseys, there’s hispanic heritage jerseys, there’s black history jerseys, and the list goes on. most of these jerseys are designed by local artists, and the jerseys are auctioned off so that proceeds can go to charity. while gary bettman (commissioner of the NHL) has stated that they’re still going to auction off warm-up jerseys and that pride nights won’t stop, it is incredibly disappointing that they won’t get the same visibility and consequently won’t raise the same awareness. pride nights are simply meant to tell fans of teams “hey, LGBTQ+ fans are all welcome here, we acknowledge your existence and we support you.” the fact that it’s been so insanely politicized is incredibly disappointing, and the fact that the league is scrapping the jerseys to avoid bad press over individual decisions is quite simply disgusting. i went to the ducks’ pride night in march and it meant the world to me to see some of my favorite players wearing the warm-up jerseys—acknowledging my existence and telling me i was welcome in their arena. i know many other LGBTQ+ sports fans feel the same way, and especially many LGBTQ+ hockey fans. hockey culture is so horrifically homophobic and always has been, so when pride nights first started it was a huge deal. it was fighting back against a historically bigoted culture that caters to cis straight white men with money. to see the league’s support of queer/trans people diminish like this simply because they’re scared of backlash against their players is quite frankly terrifying. the NHL is constantly saying they need to “grow the game” and show that “hockey is for everyone”—but how can they say this when they’ve chosen to protect and prioritize their few homophobic players over their thousands of LGBTQ+ fans at a time when they should be showing their support? it’s just absolutely unfathomable to me, and the most blatant display of cowardice i’ve ever seen.

#oh also the nhl has 44 white men and 1 white woman on the board of governors in case u were wondering #burn the NHL to the ground #and fuck gary bettman #nhl #lgbtq #lgbt #lgbtqia #queer #gay #lesbian #national hockey league #hockey #protect trans rights #trans rights

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla Ecstasy [06]

ー The scene starts in the entrance hall at Banmaden

Male Ghoul B: Founder King. There is something you have not told us, isn’t there?

Carla: ...? What are you talking about?

Male Ghoul C: About the lady standing next to you.

Yui: ( ...! Me...!? )

Male Ghoul A: We’ve heard that she’s related to the Demon World. In which case she could be a valuable figure to initiate negotiations!

Male Ghoul B: It’d even be easy to form an alliance by offering her in return, no?

So why are you leading us into battle regardless!? Do you want our lives to go to waste!?

Carla: ...It would seem to me that you lot are very much opposed to the idea of fighting.

Male Ghoul C: Of course we are! Nobody wants to die!

Male Ghoul A: Exactly! Just like he said!

Yui: ( Everyone’s terrified...Of course they are. )

( I can definitely understand why they’d rather not get caught up in this war. )

( If I go, I’m sure that the Vibora Clan will call off the war. )

( By doing so, we can at least avoid the conflict lurking around the corner... )

ーー I understand. I shall offer myself up for trade to the Vibora.

Carla: ...Yui...!

Shin: Hey, are you serious right now!?

Yui: It’s fine. If I accept these conditions, it’d definitely lower the chances at a war and I’d be able to make myself somewhat useful to everyone.

Carla-san, please use me. ーー I’m begging you.

Carla: You...!

Male Ghoul B: You’re amazing! Big props to you!

Male Ghoul C: Now we don’t have to fight with the Vibora Clan, right? Thanks!

Yui: ( Everyone’s happy...I’m glad... )

ー The scene shifts to Carla’s room

*THUD*

*Rustle*

Yui: U-Uhm, Carla-san. Please don’t pull my arm that strongly...!

( It hurts...! )

ー He pins her against the wall

*Thud*

Carla: What on earth are you thinking!?

Yui: ...!

( He forced me against the wall...The look in his eyes is beyond terrifyingーー )

Carla: Do you understand what you did? Not only did you go against the King’s decision, but you even defied my order!

I believe I made myself very clear in the past, but have you forgotten about that already!?

All you need to do is do as I say. That is how the woman of the Founder King should behave!

Yui: ...But.

Carla: You still want to talk back?

Yui: ...I don’t mind if that’s how you want to take it. But please let me say this.

Carla: ...

Yui: I am genuinely happy that you care for me so deeply. I truly believe that I am blessed.

But it just doesn’t sit right with me if I’m the only one enjoying safety. ...It makes my heart ache.

Carla: ...

Yui: I don’t want anyone to have to fight. Not the Ghouls, nor Shin-kun.

And above all, I don’t want you to get hurt.

Carla: Yui...

Yui: Therefore, could you please leave this one in my hands? I’m begging you.

Carla: ...

...Heh. Those are some bold words coming from you.

Selection

→ It’s rather impudent of me, isn’t it? (❦)

Yui: ...I’ve got a lot of audacity to say this, don’t I?

But this is something only I - as the one with Cordelia-san’s heart inside of me - can do.

I believe I have the right to be audicious.

Carla: ーー Haha. Look at that, you have really learnt to defend your case.

...Exactly. You are absolutely right.

→ I’m sorry

Yui: ...I’m sorry. Perhaps I was a little too harsh just now.

Carla: If you are simply going to apologize afterwards, then don’t say such things in the first place.

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: This is something only you can do, is it not? If you have made up your mind about it, then all we can do is leave it up to you.

Yui: ...Right. My bad.

( I’m the one who brought it up in the first place, but I kind of got cold feet just now. I better be careful. )

*Rustle*

Carla: ...But you know, Yui.

Yui: Yes? ...Ah.

ー He embraces her

*Thud*

Carla: If I am honest with myself...This situation greatly pains me as well. I did not want to have to get you involved.

Yui: ( His arms embracing me...are shaking ever-so-slightly. )

I feel the same way. Seeing you risk your own life in a war pains me, it hurts...

( I’m sure the two of us share the same feeling... )

Carla: ...If possible, I would like to keep you in my arms like this forever.

Yui: Me too...

Carla: Yui...

Monologue

I was incredibly shaken up,

by the Ghouls pleas to not have to go into battle.

I want to be useful to everyone.

And if I could aid in avoiding this war, even just a little...

Spurred on by this feeling,

I finally declared that I would step up to negotiate a trade (交渉材料) with the Vibora Clan.

I know Carla-san has been opposed to the idea this whole time,

But he finally gave in to my decision (決意).

Both Carla-san and myself,

equally treasure one another.

As we embrace each other,

I became painfully aware of that.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lecarlaecstasy6

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literary-illuminati · 10 months

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Book Review 36 – Where The Drowned Girls Go by Seanen McGuire

So I make a point each year of reading all the novels and novellas that get nominated for a Hugo Award, partially to keep myself from entirely losing sight of what’s popular and mainstream in SFF fiction these days, and partially because sometimes the nominations are excellent and interestingly spiky reads I’d have never given a chance. Of course, much more common is reads that are exactly what you expect them to be, for better or worse.

Where the Drowned Girls Go is the latest in the Wayward Children series, a collection of novellas about children who walk through doors to strange and wondrous other worlds where they’re heroes and adventurers, and then in the end walk through another door and end up back home again. It is also about a boarding school run by one Eleanor West, providing a space for all those metaphysically displaced children to make friends and process their experiences.

This book is mostly about Cora who, terrified of the vaguely-Lovecraftian ‘Drowned Gods’ whispering in her dreams and trying to drag her back into their embrace, transfers to ‘Whitethorn Academy’, exactly as sinister as it sounds, where the Headmaster promises that he’ll teach her to forget all about what happened and become entirely normal, until she can sleep through the night and never worry about the Drowned Gods again.

This book is...I think my experience of reading McGuire has been very poorly served by the fact that the first thing of hers I read was Middlegame. Which was an absolutely sublime work of art, that nothing else of hers I’ve touched has come close to equaling. So the prevailing emotion here is just disappointment, even if that’s probably really not especially fair. Likewise, this is clearly a book written for younger readers, which does make being too harsh on this as a 28-year-old feel kind of besides this point (it doesn’t live up to my nostalgic remembrance of Animorphs or A Series of Unfortunate Events? Shocking, I know!) But eh, not like being slightly unfair here is going to affect the thing’s sales.

The only other Wayward Children book I’ve read was Across the Green Grass Fields (for exactly the same reason last year, as it happens) which frankly gave me the entirely wrong idea of how much continuity to expect/how much I’d be missing by not having read all the previous books. Was able to pick mostly everything up from context clues, I think. The book does a good job introducing and signposting all the important bits of the setting and conceit, but the experience was rather like being introduced to be procedural tv show with an episode from halfway through season three.

Thematically I just found the book very didactic. To the point that it felt more like a morality tale than anything else at a few different points; there are exactly zero seconds where the story’s willing to give you any ambiguity about whether any given character is making the right decision, or even how good a person they are. The Institute is so incredibly, cartoonishly sinister and on the nose that it edges into comedy; the best way to put it is that it feels like the sort of place the Baudelaire children would end up? And it feels like it takes about six seconds for Cora to go from willingly going to the school to deciding she’s made a terrible mistake.

So the entire story veers hard into feeling like a Very Special Episode about Accepting Yourself and Expressing Your Individuality and conformity and bullying being bad, and all that. Cora’s got a few minor flaws, but none of them really matter except insofar as they drive her to transferring schools and starting the plot.

Which is, to be clear, absolutely portrayed as a mistake. Which is weird, when you think about it, because it..works? The whole ‘drowned gods whispering and pulling at reality to drag her into their abyssal embrace’ thing is resolved as an afterthought, justified as all the struggle of needing to maintain her individuality in this oppressive and abusive environment toughening Cora up enough to reject their influence. Which is actually pretty hilariously off message compared to the entire rest of the book, really, even if you aren’t just reading it as magic PTSD. Which is a really easy read to make.

Also special anti-shoutout to Suki. Who I might have been better disposed to if I’d read the stories about her first, but in this she’s basically the supporting character whose role is to be always right and inspiring and show the protagonist the error of her ways, an archetype I absolutely loathe.

In terms of plot construction; okay, the books 150 small pages, there’s just not room for two much to happen. But it felt like the whole thing was missing any, like, meaningful reversals? Times where things went wrong and not-according-to-plan? Everything just basically works out at all points? Which, not great for drama.

And, as more of a niche issue, but one that still very much annoyed me – there’s a big reveal of the actual headmaster having been the janitor the whole time, with his role played by a former student whose wholly bought into the company line. And it’s literally never explained why this...matters? I’m not sure the janitor even shows up on page once before he’s revealed to be an evil wizard. Just felt kinda weird and needlessly convoluted.

All in all it wasn’t like a painful read, or anything. Slightly annoying at times, but mostly just fluff. But the whole school conceit doesn’t do too much for me, really, and for everything else I can’t help but feel The Ten Thousand Doors of January or The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairlyland In A Ship Of Her Own Making do the whole mildly-meta young girl portal fantasy thing better.

#book review #wayward children #where the drowned girls go #seanan mcguire #sff #ya

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claygoestothemovies · 1 month

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Alex Garland’s CIVIL WAR is not the film I was expecting to get. I think, perhaps, this is a good thing. The marketing had led me to believe this was going to be a very politically fraught film, a vision of the United States at war with itself. Instead what we are presented with is a look at what journalists and photographers who document war go through on a day-to-day basis, and the cost that it brings along with it.

The story is set near the end of a present day civil war scenario within the United States. We get zero details on what led to the fracture, aside from a few comments about dissolving the FBI, the decision to drop bombs on American soil, and comparing the President (played excellently in what amounts to a cameo by Nick Offerman) to a couple of well known dictators. I’ve seen this criticized for not really having anything To Say, and for playing it safe. While the criticism is valid, and I personally would have loved a scathing indictment of what a Trump second term could look like (for example), that would have been fitting for the film that had been marketed, but not necessarily for the film that we got.

That said, the film that we did get I still found absolutely chilling. This has some of the best urban modern day warfare since BLACK HAWK DOWN, with some truly harrowing sequences that were extremely effective at placing you in the center of the action in a remarkably visceral way. It was also impossible to watch without thinking about the possible future this could hold. Even with Garland’s comments about the morality of politics, and with the commitment to not taking a side in the film, the very real divide in the country during an election year made the situation feel all too prescient.

The performances at the center of the film are uniformly excellent. Kirsten Dunst is putting in some of the best work of her career here - and that is saying something! Cailee Spaeny continues to be a fascinating actress to watch, and has been on my radar since her unnerving performance in 2018’s BAD TIMES AT THE EL ROYALE. Dunst’s real life husband Jesse Plemons also makes one of the most terrifying one-scene appearances I’ve ever witnessed. Seriously, I might have nightmares about it. The performances were raw, lived in, and never not riveting to watch.

I can’t end this review without bringing up the sound design. Garland, if nothing else, always uses sound in a way that feels nothing short of revelatory - remember the scene with the bear in ANNIHILATION?! - and this is no exception. I found myself marveling constantly about how he used the sound to more fully immerse the viewer into the story and what the characters were experiencing from moment-to-moment. I can’t wait to watch this again at home and push the sound system to its limits!

CIVIL WAR was always bound to be a controversial film. No matter the execution, a large amount of the moviegoing public were going to have *opinions* on this one. Personally, I think Garland walked the minefield about as well as he could have, but wonder if maybe the story would have been better served, at least commercially, if it was set in a real life historical event. I loved this, and cannot wait to see it again, but for the reasons I outlined above, your mileage may vary. We’re a third of the way through the year, and in my opinion, this is the first great film of 2024.

5/5

#civil war #alex garland #a24 #kirsten dunst #cailee spaeny #movie review #film review

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ayebee12 · 11 months

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Welp. I’m 33. Just like Jesus was. Is that blasphemous? I’m not sure.

I can tell you this whole year has been an absolute roller coaster.

I found the love of my life, lost him, and then he came back to me. HE. CAME. BACK. TO. ME. If that ain’t a plot twist I’m not sure what is. To be chosen by someone who is your souls mate is terrifying. I’m so scared I’ll mess it up but he’s perfect. Well, he said he’d enjoy being a crime lord so that’s a red flag but other than that *chefs kiss* I am so in love. Im talking about listening to bad country music in love. Im talking crying at that twilight song in love. It’s DISGUSTING. He is not disgusting. He’s HOT and he has a personality…WHATTTTTTTTTT? What are the chances? He’s also so fucking funny. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted. We got together in a not so desirable way but. The chance to be blissfully happy? Who wouldn’t shoot their shot?

I’ve been waiting for a love like this for a long time. Love that feels stable but still gives me butterflies. I’m serious he’s like a book character. He makes me feel brave, and steady. It’s like I can stand on my own two feet because I have support. I TRUST him. When he says I can do something I BELIEVE him. It feels like the catalyst for my life to start. There isn’t anything I can’t do with him by my side. I know he’ll be right there. That’s so wild and it’s scary.

I made so many decisions for MYSELF this year. They were really scary but look where I am..I like myself. I like who I am becoming. I’ve got a world of chances.

So three things this year has taught me.

1. Fortune favors the brave and I am SO brave.

2. I am worthy of good things

3. “Hold onto hope if you’ve got it. Don’t let it go for nobody. Some say that dreaming is free. I wouldn’t care what it cost me.”

I almost didn’t make it this year. Im glad I did. If you don’t think you’ll make it hold on. Just hold on.

#personal #c #about me

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with-love-from-love · 1 year

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beginning

So where do we begin, the first thing that comes to mind is my desire, desire to dream, to think, to be alive. The internet makes me feel like a corpse, like I am just a reflection of a reflection, it sucks away my creativity at alarming speed. I never want my criticism of something to end at “thing bad,” but at the end of the day, instagram, is very bad. It used to be this platform that really excited me, when I first started tattooing and sharing my art it seemed wonderful, I was able to open up my world and create relationships with kind and interesting people. I still have connections with many lovely people, but unfortunately, I have almost the same amount, if not more, connections with people who I despise. I first started tattooing at a very strange time in my life, and I was taught by two people who now no longer speak to me because of decisions they made that pushed me very far away, and then transition. I was a about a year into tatting when I started my transition, and the fact that I was so visible online was absolutely a detriment to my mental health. I appreciate every bit of love that I received, and I appreciate the wonderful people who really supported me, but the amount of transphobia, transmisogyny, and general anger at my existence that I still experience to this day is far too much for my little heart to bear.

So instagram is going to be left in the past, it’s a part of my life that I hope to leave behind very soon, I want to disconnect, I want to decomodify, I want to decolonize, I want to rip out every wire that the fascists try to plug into my brain. I want to return to the woods, to dance and sing, to drink wine with my sisters under the moonlight. I titled this letter “beginning,” because I want to tell the beginning of a story. A story about what? I suppose I know just as well as you. A story about art, about love, about new friendships, about fixing my broken mirror. I’d like to share a poem that I wrote sitting on my friends couch, I was listening and watching as she and her girlfriend moved about a cluttered room, shooting ideas back and forth about change, and kindness, and how to best make use of a space for creation. It made me think about my dreams, about the ideas that filled my mind while I was floating in the womb.

Limitless, endless, vast

And terrifying

And wonderful

Dreamcatching, dreaming of

A forgotten place

Maybe it’s when you were small

Maybe before that

Maybe when the earth was new

Fertile

Fleshy

Sticky and sweaty

Maybe it’s back when the bugs were big enough

To pose a threat

When the ocean was shallow

And warm

When it was filled with cephalopods

Empty giant twisted shells

On shores of my memory

Those dreams once more

Filling my little mind

Who knows

On what shore

I will wash up, and awaken

The past year has been intense to say the least, transitioning, moving back home, making art that I’ve felt pressured to sell, trying to give love to the fullest extent of myself. At times I feel extremely overwhelmed by every tiny little branching path that my life takes, but then I really think, I think about how many lives I’ve affected, how many lives I will continue to affect, and I feel so lucky. A part of me had given up on finding love in another person, and yet I have. Another part of me had given up on thinking I would ever have friends that really care about me, and life continues to prove me wrong. I always thought it was completely impossible for me to look in the mirror, and not only see myself, but think of myself as beautiful, and each day I am more beautiful than the day before. I need to listen to my own advice, when I first started my transition, I told myself to stop searching for answers, instead to fill myself with questions, and I think I almost forgot.

How can my art be more beautiful? How can it be more truthful? How can I love deeper? How can I kiss better? How can I fill my life with more joy? How can I come to understand pain? How can I treat myself with more kindness, more understanding, and be less cynical? Who knows if I will ever find the true answers to these questions, but if I’ve learned anything, it’s that searching for a “true” answer to any of these questions is an exercise in disappointment. Instead I will embrace the strange, the absurdity of life. I will open my heart to the stories of the people I love, and I will pray to goddess, that those with hatred are healed of their terrible festering wounds.

So you’ve gotten this far into my brain, I’ll say something more cohesive. I want to write this newsletter monthly, I want to make a website where I can share my tattoos, my photography, my poetry, my hopes and dreams for the future. I want open up a tattoo shop, a place where trans girls can feel comfortable, a place far away from the commercialization of this ancient sacred art. I want to write a novel, something about a doll, about her perspective pre and post transition, I want to make a comic, about a doll in a fantasy world, fighting demons and falling in sapphic love. I don’t want to put any limitations on myself, on my heart, on what I put into the world, I spent far too long pushing everything down, pushing myself down. My friend had this wonderful idea for a project that we’re now in the beginning stages of creating together, a magazine highlighting the art of transsexual women. It will start small, but it’s something that we can build together, as sisters, as a community. We all live complex, difficult, earth shattering lives, some of us far more difficult than others. The most vulnerable of us sometimes never get a chance at happiness, so I will never stop. I will never stop creating, and dreaming. I will love harder each day, I will tell the people I love, that I love them. I’ll do this forever, until I am only a memory. I often think back to an interaction I had many years ago. I was on a bus home from a semester at college, and I was sitting alone near the back. This trans girl came and sat next to me and saw me working on music. We shared music back and forth, and we talked about how much we loved to create weird textured electronic sounds. I don’t remember her name, all I remember is how kind she was, how honest and friendly, how she treated me like a person with depth and complexity. I have to wonder if she could see in me, what I was unable to see in myself. I hope she’s doing ok, I wonder if I will ever see her again.

I have to end this at some point, so why not with another poem. This one I wrote while I was jotting down ideas for the magazine, I hope it leaves you with more questions, I hope that you look out into the world, and find that sense of wonder, that desire to be joyful, that desire to be alive.

The reflections of imagined space

The more rules you put in front of yourself

The more you will see them broken as you live

Something you once thought unthinkable

Suddenly material

In your soft hands lovely lovely

With love from love

Sasha Love

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Some books you should read:

The Bluest Eye - Toni Morrison

Conflict is not Abuse - Sarah Schulman

Ain’t I a Woman - Bell Hooks

Nevada - Imogen Binne

The Unreal and the Real - Ursula K. Le Guin

The Flowers of Evil - Baudelaire

The Artist's Way - Julia Cameron

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