#amped up some of the colors on this one... just felt right!
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Children of the Night Part 3 (Steddie X You)
A/N: Happy Friday the 13th <3
Warnings: Dom Daddy Vampire Eddie/Sub Human Steve (cam boys) X Sub Human Fem Reader, SMUT, rough smut (Vamp Eddies needs take over a bit), dirty talk, biting, mentions of blood and draining (duh vampire), aftercare of course, FLUFF they love each other :), ANGST, Protective Stevie always on alert, Reader has nightmares one involving Steve being beaten up and Eddie saving him and another dealing her childhood trauma (child abuse trigger involving mother), Eddie mentions his drunk dad, Both boys give her a run down of events in the show, I think that's all.
Word Count: 4185
Eddie felt it; every punch and kick that was being delivered to the man he loved amped him up more as he hunted for Steve.
“Dude, this isn’t fun if he doesn’t fight back.”
“Maybe fucking the freak made him soft.”
His boyfriend’s anger mixed with his own before more pain followed.
“Oh, I see. That’s your button isn’t it, Harrington? Don’t like people making fun of your freak?”
The scenery blurred around the metalhead as the feelings within him became almost too much.
“Fuck. Dude, did you hear that? I think someone might be—”
The boy’s screams echoed as Eddie tackled him, pinning him to the ground before snapping his neck.
“Holy shit. What the fuck? M-Munson?”
The vampire growled, sprinting behind him, and taking ahold of his throat as his fangs dug into his flesh. As the boy’s blood spilled down his throat, Eddie felt some of his anger calm but a hunger he hadn’t even realized was there took over as he guided his victim to the floor and continued to drink till there was nothing left.
“Eddie?”
“Y/N, WAKE UP!”
Your body shot upright with a start as your panicked eyes met Steve’s who was hovering over you with cross as he pointed it Eddie who was now in the corner of their bedroom.
“Wh-What happened?”
“You were having a nightmare.”
“No.”, the vampire growled. “She keeps accessing my memories. It’s not my fault I can fucking feel them. Jesus, this needs to stop.”
“Eddie, I’m so sorry.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, honey. His blood just needs to run its course. What was it this time?”, Steve asked as he put the cross away and tenderly pet the back of your head.
“I think people were hurting you. Eddie was trying to find you to protect you. God, Steve, it was so strong, the anger and then…the hunger.”
“Explains why he just tried to bite you again.” His eyes met yours as you shifted you gaze. “I heard him growling in his sleep. He shot up like you did but his eyes were that black color.”
“You know I’m really glad we can all play fucking catch up but I’m still fucking hungry.”, Eddie snarled causing the other man to roll his eyes.
“Let me get him a blood bag.”
The long-haired boy smirked as his black eyes scanned you over.
“Why are you so fucking turned on right now?”
“I didn’t just feel the anger and hunger. You really love him don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You’d do anything to protect him?”
“Always. Same with you, little one.”
“D-Do you love me to, Eddie?”, you whisper. The vampires smirk stretches a bit more making your body shiver in pleasure at the sight. “Do you love me…Daddy?”
“Here. Drink this now and then tonight when we stream, you can take more from me.” The vampire immediately tears open the bag, chugging it back like a beer. “We may want to get you home, Y/N. We don’t want anything to seem out of the ordinary.”
“Arthur…”
“Eddie took care of him and cleaned your house. Do you feel comfortable going back?”
“Yeah, I just…I don’t want to leave you two.”
“How about I come with you? You can get some things including your phone and then I can bring you back here so you can moderate and be with us after.”
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“Steve?” He answers with a small hm as he continued look at things around your room. “Why did those boys attack you that night you went missing?”
The man sighs as he turns around to face where you were sitting on your bed as he leans against your dresser.
“Small town, small minded people. After Eddie died, those couple months after I was basically numb. I missed him so much Y/N, you have no idea. People would talk behind my back or make fun of me for caring about the ‘devil worshipping freak’. Usually, I can hold myself together but that day just hit me hard. I…I went to his trailer to drown myself in booze and just hide in those memories.”
“Those kids showed up saying they heard the ‘gay music’ and that wasn’t allowed in Hawkins. I tried to leave but that’s when they started hurting me.”
“Why didn’t you try to defend yourself?”
“How do you know I didn’t?”
“I heard one of the boys say that in Eddie’s memory.”
“Jesus. I didn’t realize he heard any of that. Um, honestly, honey… I kinda hoped they would kill me…so I could be with him…”
Rising from your place on the bed, you embraced him and he heavily exhaled as he did the same, resting his chin on your head.
“When I saw him standing there, I thought I had died. I couldn’t believe he was alive.”
“What was that place he woke up from?”
“That’s a bit harder to explain. The best answer I can give you is another world like ours but darker, eviler. We…we went down there to save lives… Can we talk about this more later? I just…”
“No, no. I understand. I felt it when he woke up, not just what you were experiencing but he was so scared something happened to you when he woke up and everything was quiet. For a moment, he thought…you guys had lost…if that makes sense? But then he heard you talking and playing your song… he cares about you a lot.”
That made him smile before his index finger reached under your chin and tilted your head so you could meet his gaze.
“We care about you a lot to. I meant what I said last night. Ever since we first spoke to you, I knew you were different. He always wanted to come find you and bring you to us. After everything that’s happened, I kind of wish I had let him.”
“I’m sorry for being so much trouble…”
“No! No, shit, that’s not what I meant. I just…if you had been with us you never would have gotten this black eye or shot. I hated seeing you in pain.”
“I liked having you take care of me though.”
His eyes scanned your face as his hand cupped your cheek and his thumb caressed your lips.
“I liked having you take care of me to.”
“Steve.”, you moaned his name breathily making him smile above you.
“I can’t wait for Daddy to have you. Trust me, it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced.”, he whispered. “He was phenomenal before but now…” Steve pauses, his grin growing when he sees you giggle through your teeth. “What are you laughing at, pretty girl?”
“I guess it’s his blood still but I can feel him. Because we’re turned on, he’s turned on and he’s stroking his cock right now.”
“You can feel that?”
“I’m assuming because I feel how I feel when an orgasm is building in my tummy, you know?”
“You feel like you’re gonna cum, honey? Maybe, I can help.”
Licking your lips, you watch as he slides two of his fingers into his mouth, coating them with his saliva as you unbutton your jeans. His palm glides effortlessly through the waistband of your panties and you groan as he pushes his digits into your entrance.
“Fuck. I just stretched you open and you’re still so fucking tight.”
Knowing you were already close to edge, he pumped his fingers at a fast pace, curling them inside of you as he kissed your forehead. Your hand clung to his wrists as your eyes fluttered shut and your hips rolled against his movements.
“That’s it, baby. Use my fingers. Good girl.”, Steve hummed in your ear in a seductive tone that had you clenching. “Cum, honey. I got you.”
Moaning his name, you came with an intensity you had never felt before, your arms shooting out to wrap around him as you pressed your face into his chest.
“It’s ok, Y/N. You’re alright.”
Sliding his hand out of your pants, he blindly buttoned them as you continued to clutch him tightly.
“Well, this is new for me.”, he chuckles. “I mean, normally I’m in this headspace and Eddie takes care of me.” When your eyes look up to meet his, he feels his cock strain against the denim of his jeans. The innocence that reflected back within them was part of what attracted the vampire to you.
You knew nothing of their world they lived yet you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with them and be who they needed. In return, they kept you safe and looked after you. They cared about you. They…
“Do you love me to, Steve?”
His phone aggressively vibrating cut through the moment and he sighed as he flipped it open reading the text his boyfriend just sent.
“You both need to get back here now. Daddy is hungry.”
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When you guys got back to their place, Eddie had moved some of the cameras around so you could sit at their desk and work while also not being picked up accidently.
“You know, if ever you want me to join you…”
“I know, sweetheart. I just want to have you first before other people get to see you.”
“Not like they can see too much with this grainy webcam.”, Steve states as he comes into the bedroom and throws off his shirt.
“Aw. Do you want them to see you better, Stevie?”, Eddie teases as he tugs his boyfriend to the edge of the bed where he normally sits when they stream and wraps his arms around his chest.
“It’s nice to be seen.” The man reaches for one of his boyfriend’s hands and playfully bites his palm making you smile as you watch them wondering if this was a little glimpse of what they were like before everything happened.
The clock in the room beeps and they both get more serious as you bring the stream to life. Everything starts off normally as you moderate the chat in front of you. No nonsense today besides people inquiring about the new angle of the cameras. Your eyes start to flutter however when you feel your body begin to tingle like it had at your house.
Turning to face them, nothing is unusual as their lips mingle together but you’re surprised when the vampire grips Steve’s shoulder and effortlessly moves him around till he’s lying on his stomach with his head facing the camera. No…not just facing the camera…facing you.
The vampire whispers something to him and the man’s brown eyes find yours as Eddie trails kiss down his back before roughly lifting his hips higher in the air.
When his boyfriend’s tongue invades his entrance, Steve mewls as he bites his bottom lip. Your hands tremble with need as you slide your shorts and underwear down your legs. Making sure he has a good view, you open your legs for him, displaying your soaking cunt as you run your fingers through your slick.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it.”
Eddie crawled back up his body, sliding his own fingers between the boy’s cheeks causing Steve’s face to scrunch in pleasure.
“Is she as tight as you are, sweetheart? Fuck. I can feel how turned on you both are. It drives me crazy.” Two sets of eyes watch you intensely as you slide your digits into you hole, trying to stifle any noise from leaving your lips as Eddie pulls out his own and runs the tip of his cock between Steve’s ass. “Jesus. Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please.”, he begged.
Your moans mixed in with theirs as Eddie pushed into him, wrapping his arms around his chest as he laid flat on his back while he thrust his hips.
“That’s my good boy. I love you so much. This perfect ass was made for Daddy.”
Their fingers intertwined as yours thrust into your pussy at a faster pace.
“I’m ready, honey. Mmm—take what you need.”
Eddie grunted as he nodded, tenderly kissing Steve’s neck before his mouth opened wider and his fangs dug into his skin.
You felt it immediately. As soon as his blood touched his lips, that euphoria you felt drinking his own blood coursed through your veins. It was so strong, your body slid to the floor as you tried to ride your own fingers harder to satisfy the feeling to no avail.
Your vision blurred as you watched the bed shake and listened to their moans as Steve practically screamed telling you he came. You waited for the second release but no sound followed.
The wind blew around you as the cameras beeped off, your body was abruptly lifted, and you were tossed next to Steve whose glassy half lidded eyes met yours. You barely had time to register what was happening as your legs your lifted around Eddie’s waist and his cock pushed inside you.
“Eddie!”, you squealed as his hips thrust aggressively into yours hitting that spot inside of you that you couldn’t reach with your fingers.
The vampire growled loudly, baring his fangs as black eyes stared menacingly into yours.
“D-Daddy. I’m sorry. You…just feel so good. Please don’t stop.”
He growled again much lower than before as he continued to pump his cock into you with rough abandon. Eddie’s head fell within the nook of your neck and your fingers tangled in his hair as you held him to you.
“You can—oh my god—you can take from me to, baby. Anything you need.”
“Ed—Eddie…wait…”, Steve tried to get his attention but the man was too far gone and when your head turned to face his he knew it.
“It’s ok, Steve. I’m ok.” Your reached out to hold his hand as he limply scooted forward to kiss your lips.
Your pussy clenched around him as Eddie’s teeth grazed your flesh, wincing when they punctured the skin. The fingers you had in his hair tightened as you felt the blood drain from your body. You had never felt anything as good as this before as your eyes rolled and the tingles within your body amplified to what felt like a burning degree.
“Y-Yes, Daddy. Harder. Please!”
The bed once again began to shake as he did what you asked, rolling his hips aggressively into you as he abused your g-spot over and over. His large palm cupped your cheek as he held your head still, grunting and growling as your walls continued to suck him in.
Your body trembled underneath his as you came harder than you ever had before, your face contorting in pain and pleasure when he released your throat and fucked you through your orgasm. Chasing his own high, he placed his forehead on yours as his hands tenderly petted your head.
“Yes.”, he panted against your lips in a gruff tone. “Yes. I love you, princess.”
You tried to wrap your arms around him but you could barely move. All you were able to do was tilt your head so you could gently kiss him while he thrust into you till you felt him release his seed into your cunt.
“I…I love you to, Eddie.”
Carefully sliding out of you, he quickly disappeared and returned with water, a wash rag, and a snack.
“Steve?”
You rolled to your side, his fingers slightly twitching in your hand to tell you he was listening even though his eyes were closed.
“I love you to.”
The boy smiled drunkenly as Eddie lifted you both up and leaned your backs against the headboard as he cleaned your bodies.
“I love you to, pretty girl. Eddie loves you to even though he won’t admit it.”
“I literally just did, you dork.”
“Hey, hey. Don’t be mean.”, his boyfriend chastised with a smirk.
“Here. You two eat this please.” You and Steve giggled like kids as you took the power bars from his hands and nibbled on the ends. “Shit. I think I’m going to have to give you two a bath because this rag isn’t going to do a damn thing. Do you think you both can walk?”
The human boy tries and immediately falls backwards, his head landing in your lap. As Eddie got up to help him, he paused as he watched you gently run your fingers through his hair as he continued to grin. The vampire sighed in pleasure at your action loving the little things you did to show that you cared. It had been so long since anyone had touched or even talked to them kindly and he loved even more that they were getting to experience things like this again through you.
“Am I in the bathtub already?”
“Jesus, no Steven. You are weirdest inebriated person I have ever meant and you aren’t even drunk or high.” Eddie lifts him into his arms and carries him into the bathroom, leaning him against the wall.
“I am high… on you.” The metalhead rolls his eyes as Steve pokes his nose, trying to hide the smile that wants to push through. He turns with the intention of coming to get you to find that you were already leaning against the other wall of the bathroom.
“I could have carried you. Are you ok?”
“Yeah.”, you sigh as you gesture absently. “Not the first time I’ve had to move during blood loss and it probably won’t be the last.”
The vampire listened to you two talk as he got the bath ready.
“Hey. The last time you were bleeding, you were flat on a table ma’am. No movement required.”
“Hm. Bled a few times growing up. M’mom is in jail remember?” Steve’s eyes became sad as he scanned your face. “Also boyfriends like John. Besides that night, had you ever gotten into a fight, Stevie?”
“Pfft, yeah a few. Once over a girl, another to protect some kids I was looking after…and then some Russian soldiers beat the shit out of me. That was fun.”
You looked at him with confusion as Eddie guided him into the water before coming to do the same with you.
“Yeah, I know. It sounds far-fetched but he’s telling the truth. We started dating a little after that particular incident so yeah.”
Holding your arm, he helps you down and you exhale as you lean your back against Steve’s chest while Eddie sits on the edge of the tub to clean you both.
“What about you?”, you ask.
“Ah, no fights for me, princess. I mean, no fights with people. I tried fighting a hoard of bats but obviously that didn’t end well.”
“And your dad?”
“Um, yeah that never ended well either.” His eyes glazed over a bit as he focused on the task before him but paused when your hand touched his.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
Flashing you a soft smile, he cleared his throat as he rose to his feet.
“Alright, I’m going to go change the sheets. Do you think you two can remain coherent till I come back.”
“Yes, DAD.”, Steve sassed making you giggle as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tighter to him.
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You hide under your dinner table you used to have in your parent’s house when you were little. Your mother is screaming again as she searches for you.
“Where the fuck are you, you ungrateful brat?! Do you really think you’re any better for them? Always causing problems! Trust me, babe, they’d be better off without you.”
You jump when you feel a palm touch your bicep.
“Whoa. Sorry.”, Steve whispers. “I didn’t mean to scare you. What are we hiding from?”
You point towards the kitchen as your mother’s shadow passes along the tablecloth.
“Hey, what did we say, baby girl? You’re safe with us.”, Eddie beamed as he pushed some of your hair back behind your ear.
“But are you safe with me?”
Your eyes flew open as you clutched your chest.
“You know, some people just sleep at night.”, Eddie teases as he fully sits up beside you. “Are you alright?” When you nodded, his palm gently reached up to pet your head. “What were you dreaming about? It felt…sad.”
“You don’t know already?”
“I mean, I know it wasn’t one of my memories because you’ve only been dreaming about things that happened after I changed. What I felt right now…I haven’t felt since I was a little kid and my dad would come home drunk.”
“I was dreaming about my mom. When I was kid I used to hide under the dining room table while her and my dad would fight. That’s where I was with you two and…”
“And what?”
“I’m not putting you two in danger am I? I just…with everything that happened and Steve’s fears of you two needing to run again—”
Eddie silenced you by placing his fingers on your lips, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and bringing you down to lay with your head on his chest. He sighed before telling you his story of a girl named Chrissy who died violently in his trailer and a town that tried to hunt him down for it claiming he was a devil worshipping freak. He explained about an evil being named Vecna who was actually murdering these people and he, Steve, and some others went down to that scary world to stop him.
Eddie told you about the bats he and his friend Dustin were meant to distract so Steve and his friends could get into a house to destroy this being.
His tone became shakier as he talked about buying more time so they could succeed and the battle he faced when he didn’t run away. The feeling of the bats pinning him to the ground and tearing into his flesh.
“The last thing I thought about was Steve. It was like…a montage of our relationship. I just wanted to go back to how things used to be before the murders when we would lay in bed and talk about leaving our stupid town.”, he heavily exhales, kissing your palm as it reaches up to caress his face.
“After I saved him, Steve told me we needed to run. That they still placed the blame on me even though they couldn’t find me. If they found out I wasn’t dead, bad things would happen. Y/N, after everything we’ve been through, these past two days have been nothing. I know that we’re all safe here but Steve always worried we may need to run again. He lost me once, he says… you’re not putting us in any kind of danger, sweetheart. If anything…now we’re putting you in danger.”
“I’m not afraid of you or things that come with you. I meant what I said. I love you both… I want to help and be there for you two anyway I can.”
Eddie smiled as he kissed your forehead.
“I wasn’t too rough with you was I?”
“No. The biting hurt at first but after…when you started draining me… fuck.”
His chest shook as he laughed making you smile as you held him tighter.
“I guess because you still had my blood inside you, you felt what I feel when I’m fucking him.” Lightly but firmly, Eddie tugged your hair back, placing his lips on yours. “You both feel amazing.”
“How much of Eddie was there? You seemed kind of gone.”
“I was there, sweetheart. The vampire kind of took over a bit but, trust me, I was there.”
Rolling on to his side, he kept his arm under your head as his other hand came up to touch your cheek while his eyes ran along your face.
“Next time, I’ll move a bit slower so I can really watch this beautiful face while my cock is stretching you open. Steve was right, you are tight but you took me so well.”
“Y-You felt good. No one’s ever been that deep before except…”
“Steve?” The vampire grins when you nod. “I know how you feel. The first time we were together, I swore I could feel him everywhere.”
“When did he start calling you Daddy?”
His thumb runs along your bottom lip as his now chocolate-colored irises continue to study you, watching as your chest rises and falls as you breathe nervously.
“A couple of months after we started dating, he said he had a fantasy. Steve always felt like he needed to be in control and just wanted to BE controlled in bed.” As you kiss the pad of his finger, he delicately placed it between your lips, his smile growing when your tongue ran along the flesh. “Is that what you need to, sweetheart? Do you need to be taken care of?”
When you nod your head again, he withdraws his thumb and leans over to passionately kiss your lips. Without releasing his hold on the back of your neck, he pulls away, and grazes his noses along yours, panting against your open mouth.
“Can you say it, baby?”
“I need you to take care of me, Daddy.”
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last kiss | sam winchester (5)
pairing: sam winchester/f!reader
additional tags: best friends to lovers (?), fluff, angst
warning(s): implied/referenced non-con
masterlist | previous chapter | ao3
CHAPTER FIVE: TEN SECONDS
You didn’t know where you were. You didn’t even know how much time has passed since Lucifer took you away. He stashed you in some house. It looked like a normal suburban home, except it seemed he used his amped-up archangel abilities to essentially create a whole pocket dimension for you. On a surface level, every day felt like a normal day. Night and day passed just the same as it would in the real world. You had neighbors, and they were both familiar and unfamiliar. “Dean” lived right across the street whilst “Bobby” and “Cas” lived right next to you. The other houses were occupied by random people you didn’t know. It was like a bad djinn hallucination.
The routine was always the same: wake up, eat, try to kill time, sleep, repeat. In the beginning, you thought you were just having a bad dream; that Dean, Bobby, and Cas were really there with you. However, when you tried talking to them, they were way too out of character. Dean acted like a stereotypical macho man with absolutely no personality whatsoever, Bobby’s parental instincts towards you were taken to new heights in an almost cartoony way, and Cas was a helpless imbecile.
Then there was Sam. Sam was the only one who acted like himself. You’d wake up next to him, eat meals with him. You did everything you normally did with him, except in this weird world, you weren’t hunters. It felt eerily similar to the dreams you’ve had before.
He kissed you, touched you in ways the real him would never have the courage to do, but you refused to sleep with him. No matter how many times he tried to initiate it. He wasn’t real, and this was all wrong.
He would leave at exactly 9am everyday. Those first few days, you tried finding a way to escape. You tried talking to your “friends”. You tried hurting them. You tried pleading with Sam. When nothing else worked, you tried killing him.
And he was dead. For a while. The very next day, you woke up next to him again, as if nothing happened. After that, you resigned to just doing whatever you could to not be present in the moment. You played the role of housewife, because there was nothing else you could do.
Until now.
You woke up again, expecting to see the same cream-colored walls and smell the same ever-present smell of lavender. Instead, you were in an unfamiliar room.
The first thing that hit you was that it was rancid compared to what you were used to, as if somebody tried to hide the smell of a dead body with some berry-scented perfume. You turned around, and there was Sam. He donned a fully white suit, his hair uncharacteristically slicked back.
“You’ve been very impressive,” he winked at you, taking his hands out of his pockets to give you a mocking slow clap. This was Lucifer and when you looked into his eyes, you couldn’t find a trace of Sam. “For someone so in love with him, you did a bang-up job of… well, not banging him.”
You didn’t answer.
“Aww, come on now. Giving me the silent treatment?” he stepped forward. “What if I told you… he could still hear you if you talked to him? Not that he would be able to answer. Not unless I wanted him to, of course.”
That got your attention, and it gave you a boost of courage that had otherwise been taken from you. You ran towards him, grabbing him by the collar.
“Sam? Sam! Listen to me, if you’re in there, you’ve gotta fight it! Take back control, Sam!” you pleaded desperately, your last attempt in getting your best friend back.
His expression changed, and suddenly, he grabbed your shoulders. His body language and the cadence of his voice changed as well, and for a moment, all hope was not lost. It was as if the clouds parted to reveal the sun. This was your Sam.
“You’ve got to get out of here,” he pushed you away, looking around frantically for an exit for you to use. “You have to stay away from me, you have to—”
You took several steps back, turning around to grab the doorknob, only to find that the door was just part of the wallpaper, “What—”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” it echoed from behind you. You turned around slowly, and “Sam” was standing perfectly still and upright once again. “Naughty Sam. Naughty you.”
He approached you, stopping right in front of you before he looked you up and down like a predator assessing its prey.
“So, it’s just you and me now, princess,” he tilted your chin upward to have you look at him. “You know, I can see inside Sammy’s head, and my, my, my… the thoughts he has about you aren’t as innocent as you think they are.”
You scowled at him, even if it was unnatural for you to do such a thing to Sam. This wasn’t Sam anymore, you had to remember that.
“Remember… Jessica? Oh, I bet that one broke your heart. The love of your life going off to some fancy Ivy League and getting a pretty blonde… well, if it’s any consolation, he was always thinking of you. I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason he could get off whenever he was inside her.”
He laughed, as if he said the funniest thing in the world. He traced hearts and random shapes on your cheek, his laughter dying down into a contented sigh.
“You and I are gonna have a lot of fun together,” he finally said, his hand sliding down to your neck, and then to the collar of your button-down plaid shirt. He unbuttoned it once, “Sammy’s screaming at me right now. It’s very annoying.”
He unbuttoned another one, “I don’t see why he’s not enjoying this more, honestly. After all, this is what he wanted. If anything, I’m doing him a favor.”
He leaned closer, and you desperately tried to slow down your breathing. Your heart was pounding, so much so that you were almost sure that Lucifer could hear it. You always wanted Sam, but not like this. Lucifer knew that, and so he would do exactly what he wanted.
Lucifer, in a mission to ruin you forever, took more and more of your dignity with each button he removed. Finally, when your skin was on display for only him to see, a wide grin appeared on his face. Sam’s face.
“You’re never going to be the same after this,” he promised, and all you could do was hide somewhere in your mind where even the devil couldn’t find you.
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Lucifer took you to a cemetery, whispering in your ear about how once Michael showed up, you were gonna see the greatest battle in history. Of course, Lucifer would win.
Ever since that night, you felt like a prisoner of your mind. It was both your safe place and your punishment. You tried to remind yourself that it wasn’t Sam; that it was Lucifer who stole your dignity. Sam would never… Sam could never hurt you the way Lucifer had.
Even in the presence of two archangels, you stayed silent, and accepted your fate. Half of the world was gonna burn to the ground when this was all over, and you just hoped that your death would be quick. You felt sick when Michael looked at you, something akin to both disgust and pity written all over his face.
Then, the familiar rev of Baby’s engine reached your ears. Your head shot up, seeing the Dean riding the Impala into the graveyard, right in front of Michael and Lucifer.
Dean got out of the car, his eyes immediately flickering over to you in worry, but he pressed forward and marched right up to the two archangels.
“Hey, we need to talk.”
Lucifer scoffed, “Dean. Even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid.”
“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to Sam.”
“You’re no longer the vessel, Dean. You got no right to be here.”
Dean turned to Michael, his voice filled with sincerity and regret, “Adam, if you’re in there somewhere, I’m so sorry.”
“Adam isn’t home right now.”
Castiel and Bobby arrived, with Cas throwing a can of holy fire at Michael to keep him at bay. This irked Lucifer, who then snapped his fingers. Cas exploded, leaving behind bits and pieces of blood and flesh.
“You know… I tried to be nice, for Sammy’s sake. But you are… such a pain in my ass,” he threw Dean against the windshield of the Impala.. Bobby shot at Lucifer’s back, prompting Lucifer to twist his hand. Bobby’s neck snapped.
Your eyes widened, two of the people you cared about was just murdered by Lucifer, and you’d be damned if you weren’t gonna do something about it. You ran towards Lucifer, trying to get him away from Dean. With a flick of his hand, you were thrown against a nearby tree. The impact was enough to knock you out for a few seconds, your vision falling in and out of darkness.
You laid motionless on top of the pile of dry, dead leaves, unable to do anything but watch. Lucifer got closer to Dean, grabbing him by the legs and then punching him.
“No!” was what you wanted to say, but nothing came out. You could feel a branch poking at the skin of your back.
Lucifer kept punching Dean, over and over until Dean’s face was barely recognizable.
Then something happened.
His fist was still raised in the air, and you could see the internal war raging inside him. His hands shook, and his grip on the collar of Dean’s shirt loosened. There was a glint in his eyes, one that told you whether or not the body you were talking to was Lucifer or Sam. You held your breath, eyes lasered in his face, not sure if the person in front of you was your Sam.
For him, it felt like time had stopped. There was no apocalypse. No Lucifer. No Michael, no nothing.
All he could see was the toy soldier stuck in the Impala’s ashtray. That was enough for him. The sight of the toy, the memories etched into the car, the image of his bloodied brother in front of him who, even then, was still unwilling to fight.
The memories didn’t hit him like an outside force, they came from him, blossomed from a place he forgot about. Locked in a treasure chest he kept in the deepest corners of his soul, where not even the devil could touch it. Clear as day, he relived every single one, and with each memory, the clearing grew wider. He could crawl out and push Lucifer back.
He saw it all: the good, the bad, and the ugly. He remembered sticking that toy in the ash tray, and the stern, drunken scolding that he got from his dad soon after. He remembered him and Dean etching their initials on the car door. He remembered the fireworks. The countless nights of booze and fastfood takeout. Lying down on the hood of the car to watch the stars whenever they were in between cases. All the times Dean saved his ass, yelled at him, laughed with him, and everything in between.
His eyes met yours, and the sight of you broke his heart all over again.
Sam didn’t have much time. This much he knew. He could feel the mind-melting, soul-breaking pain of Lucifer scratching at his walls— no, he was tearing them down, howling to be in control once more. Sam could hear every single scream and whisper that Lucifer was filling his ears with and it was too much. In his gut swelled the familiar hatred that the fallen archangel harbored for humanity, and it wasn’t the boiling hot rage that most people would expect. It was the kind of hatred that flowed through each and every single blood vessel in your body; the kind that only a being as old as the devil could feel. It was quiet, deadly. It was the kind of hatred that consumed you, built up from eons of being locked in a cage like an animal. Lucifer blurred the lines between his anger and Sam’s, and that scared the younger Winchester.
But standing there with you, seeing you as if it was the first time, Sam thought he could bear it, if only a little while longer. Standing there with you made it clear that that hatred couldn’t possibly be his own, because how could he ever hate you? No, Sam Winchester loved you, and it came to him as easy as breathing.
More memories broke through, and this time, they’re of you. The way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. The sound of your laughter in the early morning. The time you helped him make a girl jealous in 8th grade when it was really just an excuse to be close to you. The time you kissed him when you were as high as a kite after getting your wisdom teeth removed.
If he closed his eyes, he could feel the ghost of your lips on his and pretend that everything was alright. Lucifer would not take this away from him.
Finally, Sam lowered his fist and gasped as his senses were flooded with everything. You could almost sob in relief, if it wasn’t for the fact that it wouldn’t be long until Michael and Lucifer came back with a vengeance, but nothing could ever be worse than what would come next. Sam took several steps back, rummaging through his pocket to retrieve the Four Horsemen’s rings. Your muscles ached as you tried to get back up, but nothing could trump the pain in your chest as you watched Sam slowly back away from Dean.
It’s cruel, probably the cruelest thing that the universe threw at you. You had seconds of clarity, and they were the seconds counting down to the love of your life’s suicide. Sam looked at Dean, and then at you, and you almost wished he didn’t. For a moment, you thought that maybe this was all some one sick, twisted nightmare and that you were gonna wake up any minute now. You blinked, but Dean was still beaten and bloody and Sam still felt so far away. There were tears in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Even now, he still tried to keep on a brave face for you. It almost made you smile. A tiny part of you hoped that maybe the apocalypse wouldn’t be so bad as long as you went down with him. Almost as if you wanted Lucifer to win just so you could keep Sam in the only way you could. The thought passed as quickly as it came, all while feeling like a knife had been twisted in your stomach.
“It’s gonna be okay, I got him,” he breathed heavily, stepping away from you and Dean even further. “We’re gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be alright.”
He sounded as if he didn’t really believe himself either.
He pulled out the Horsemen’s rings from his pocket and threw them on the ground, chanting the incantation to open the cage. The ground shook, and before you knew it, a large pit had opened up in the soil. From where you stood, all you could see was a black void, but you knew what it was. It was hell. It was the deepest, darkest, most depraved part of hell and Sam was going in with a one-way ticket.
“Sammy,” your voice broke. He turns his head to look at you again. You didn’t know what to say. Did you want to stop him? Jump into the pit with him? Profess your undying love for him?
None of those options seemed right. The clock was ticking.
Ten.
You could see how scared he was, his hands trembled with the weight of what he was about to do. You wanted to go up to him, hold him, tell him that he was going to be okay, but you couldn’t. It was dangerous, yes, but you knew that if you took even just one step closer to him, you wouldn’t let him go.
Nine.
“I’m sorry,” he called you. “For everything.”
He took another step back. He knew what Lucifer did to you, and it crushed him. It took everything in him to not go to you and protect you the way he wanted to. To beg for your forgiveness.
Eight.
“Sam, please,” you begged, though you weren’t sure what you were begging for. You looked over at Dean, trying to get him to back you up. World be damned, you won’t fucking lose Sam. Dean could only stare back at you, his head hung low in defeat. He was letting go, and he was telling you to do the same.
Seven.
The air seemed to grow heavier, and Sam yelled at you and Dean to stay back. Even though it broke your heart to do so, you did as he asked, scurrying over to Dean’s side to help him get away from Sam. Dean grunted in pain, clutching your hand that was on his chest. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart under your palm.
Six.
Sam called your name, and nothing was more important. You stood up, heart clenched in anticipation.
“I need,” he took a deep breath. “I need you to know.”
Five.
“Need to know what, Sam?” a cry escaped your lungs.
“That it’s always been you,” he smiled sadly, voice barely heard over the chaos. “It was always gonna be you.”
It was odd, the way the heat rushed to your cheeks. The way your own heart beat twice, thrice as fast than it already was. You could almost let the world around you fade away. There was only Sam.
He spoke again, a little louder, a little braver, “You know that, right?”
Four.
“I know,” you tried to stifle your sobs. His admission hung in the air, filling your lungs with everything that was him. He loved you, and you always knew.
“That’s my girl,” he kept smiling, determined to make sure that that was the last thing you saw. He didn’t want you to remember his death. He just wanted you to remember him.
Sam knew why you didn’t say it, and it was for the same reason he did. It was better this way. Saying those three words would set things in stone, and especially now that he was seconds away from his death, he didn’t see the point of hurting you that much more.
Three.
Michael returned, a wave of unseen energy washing over you and Dean at his arrival. His anger distorted Adam’s young face. Panic overtook the anger, however, when he noticed just how close Sam was from jumping off the edge.
Two.
Sam closed his eyes, letting gravity pull him in. Michael screamed, rushing over to stop Sam from falling in. For a split-second, you feared the worst would come to pass. That Michael would save Sam and just resume his world-ending battle with Lucifer.
Sam’s eyes shot open when Michael’s hands tried to get him away from the pit but immediately, his gaze flickered over to you.
You, with the pain of a thousand lifetimes weighing on you, and the cuts and bruises and tears to show for it.
You, with the laughter that pulled him out of every nightmare on the days when his own mind wouldn’t let him rest.
You, with the proud, contagious smile after every hilariously bad joke, all because you wanted to see him smile, too.
His heart was yours, perhaps it had been since the beginning, but Sam knew one thing: this world was better with you in it.
With all the strength he could muster, he grabbed Michael by the lapel of Adam’s jacket, and pulled him into the pit.
Sam was gone.
One.
When the pit closed up and left nothing but the Four Horsemen’s rings behind, you forced yourself to move away from Dean and approach the rings, kneeling by the spot where the pit just was. The world was safe again, though you didn’t know how long that would last. The grass was soft under the palm of your hand, as if there wasn’t a massive doorway to hell there just moments prior. You let yourself cry; to truly pour your heart out for someone who wouldn’t be able to hear it.
You would never have another morning coffee run with him or another all-nighter spent on researching monster lore. No more pop culture debates or stitching up each other’s wounds. You would never make him smile, ruffle his hair, or hold his hand again, nor would you feel him keeping an eye on you while you slept.
Since before you hunted your first monster, Sam had been by your side. Now that you didn’t have him, it felt as though you weren’t a whole person. Like your very soul had been torn apart and its pieces were lost in the wind, never to be complete again.
Castiel returned, seemingly resurrected by none other than God Himself, and immediately helped Dean and Bobby get back up on their feet, all shiny and new. When he walked over to you, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek and heal all your wounds, you moved away. Your face was littered with small cuts from being thrown to the side by Lucifer, and you were sure there would be a massive bruise on your back from the impact.
You still refused to be healed.
“Let it be,” you told Cas quietly. He frowned, hesitant to heed your request, but he obliged anyway.
Seconds. It only took seconds for you to lose everything. You didn’t know what you were feeling; if only there was a word, any word, for you to explain to Dean, Cas, maybe Bobby, the way you felt everything and nothing at the same time.
Truth be told, you were lucky to have only lost one person, but the lingering question in your mind was why did it have to be the person who meant everything to you? There was no answer, and the silence was the worst of it. Sam wasn’t there to tell you that he’s okay, and he won’t be able to ever again. Your injuries ached. You almost welcomed the discomfort, desperate for anything to keep you grounded.
A large hand rested on your shoulder. It was Dean. You shared a look with him, a silent exchange of “I’m sorry” and “I’m here” to each other. In your grief, it was easy to forget that Dean had lost his baby brother, just as you had lost the love of your life. Moments later, Bobby stood beside the two of you. Three people brought together in grief that they weren’t sure they could ever recover from. You knew then and there, that you’d spend the rest of your life picking up the tiny little pieces of your heart, trying to be okay. Because that’s what Sam would’ve wanted.
You would never know so many things. The pain he’d go through. The fact that as he fell into the darkness, white-hot flames burning his flesh, he thought of you. Poked and prodded, stabbed and skinned, broken and put back together just to be broken again. What Sam knew, even if you didn’t, was that he’d make this same choice again and again because he knew you would be okay.
Sam Winchester died, and it came as easy to him as loving you.
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Aries risings and eclipses: comebacks and rebrands
There's a few celebrities that caught my attention in the past couple of weeks and I felt the urge to look at their charts and talk about them a bit. What I've quickly realized is that… they're all Aries risings and we just went through a total eclipse in Aries and are still battling through a Mercury retrograde (also in Aries). So, this is an Aries rising-only astro news compilation.
Shakira
During the recent Easter break I found myself having a Shakira moment, reminiscing on her old hits and belting out Underneath Your Clothes. I thought that's probably thanks to Mercury just stationing retrograde, which often makes people go back to old stuff. And then I thought… What if everyone's having a Shakira moment now?
And this is when I realized suddenly she's everywhere: giving a surprise show at Times Square, being a guest on Hot Ones, giving a ton of new interviews that flood my YouTube recommend page. She just released a new album but seems like this is a huge reset for her and her name is, once again, on everyone's lips. Shakira is an Aries rising and an Aries Venus with nodes in her 1st and 7th axis - she's not quite an eclipse baby (although almost a Full Moon baby!) but nodes close to her axis may make her sensitive to eclipse seasons. Her ascendant ruler, Mars, is exalted in the 10th house in Capricorn, giving her a slow and steady rise to success and a grounded, solidified place in the public eye.
Interestingly, she received an MTV Vanguard award just last autumn at a time of her exact reverse nodal return, which already foreshadowed things for her.
Her new album was released on March 22nd this year, just a couple of days after Sun ingressed into Aries and a few days before the eclipse. What's important to note that she's also going through her Jupiter return in Taurus. Mercury retrograding in her 1st house makes people and the media reminisce on her career and what she achieved up to this point. Of course a planet retrograding in someone's 1st house can cause a hiccup of some sorts and that happened in her case as well - there was a small outrage surrounding her comments on the last year's Barbie movie and how she and her sons hated it.
Jojo Siwa
Switching lanes let's get to someone that is now talked about in the media excessively but for the wrong reasons and that is… Jojo Siwa. Now, I had to read up on her after I saw people poking fun at the way she's presenting herself but apparently, she was all rainbows and sunshines until she changed her color palette to black and is now calling herself edgy and groundbreaking. She was on Toddlers and Tiaras I believe… so you get the vibe.
Siwa is a Taurus stellium (makes sense with the bows and glitter) with Aries rising, of course. Her ascendant ruler is right next to Neptune in the 11th house, which can bring potential problems when it comes to how she's being received by the public. The badazzledness of the sweet sweet Taurus is amped up by the flashy Jupiter in Leo (opposed by that Mars and squared by Mercury, certainly adding to the loudness of her personality and the, let's say, overall audacity).
The nodes are pretty significant for her as well, as her Sun is accompanied by the north node (really intensifying the Sun's radiant quality) and… she's actually an eclipse baby, being born in the middle of the eclipse season, only three days after a total lunar eclipse in Scorpio. So we have double the strength of having eclipses in her 1st-7th house axis, as well as being an eclipse child in general.
So the "rebranding" seems, well, on brand for her at this time. But again, Mercury retrograding in her 1st house seems to not serve her well, especially given she has it retrograde natally as well. Uranus being co-present in her sign, a bubbly Taurus, paired with Jupiter, which is still a pretty badazzled planet, didn't result in a true 180° switch that she aimed for. In turn we got a somewhat inflated (Jupiter) sense of self and a warped view of things.
But the plus side is that the current Jupiter transit also helped her gain popularity as her video for the new song passed 23 million views on YouTube. Talk about expansion!
Rihanna
Rihanna didn't make a comeback in the same sense Shakira did but she surely made people talk. The singer is allegedly an Aries rising but she also has quite an Aries planetary party with Moon, Venus and Jupiter there as well. And in a true Aries fashion, even if she's not necessarily doing much with her career at the moment, she made sure to remind everyone of herself, especially that she's also in her 1st house profection year so it's all about "ME!" - something an Aries loves.
Rihanna made the headlines by doing a fashion spread for the Interview Magazine. And, to be more precise, by posing in a nun-inspired outfit. The cover photo made some people outraged, while others were sighing in awe. The news broke pretty much on the eclipse (the morning after I believe).
Rihanna dabbles in these high-fashion, obscure themes probably because of the mixture of her Pisces Sun (religious themes? She surely went all-in for the Catholic-themed MET Gala a few year back) and her Aries stellium in the 1st. The ram likes to shock and be bold and sexual but considering she also has Moon and Venus - two feminine planets - in the sign, makes her bold and daring in her fashion choices as well.
Billie Eilish
The last person I want to talk about is… Billie Eilish. I know, I KNOW, you may think "but she's a Pisces rising!". Well Billie somewhat went through a different kind of rebrand and it's that her birth certificate has just been obtained and according to the new info, she is, in fact an Aries rising.
The confusion might be there although if, like me, you see a massive Pisces influence in her, her "new" ascendant ruler is Mars… in Pisces! A corrected birth time is a big deal already, especially given the eclipse and Mercury retrograde - both helped "refresh" her astrological persona and "status" as an Aries ascendant. But that is not all, as on the day of the eclipse Billie announced a brand new album that she will debut on May 17th.
What's great about this date is that Mars will already be in Aries, probably making her a lot more active. Also, that is only one day before Jupiter cazimi and Venus conjunct Uranus - a great time to release new things into the world. Interestingly, Venus and Uranus will conjoin just a couple of degrees away from Billie's lot of fortune in Taurus. I truly love when astrology is doing its thing.
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Miraculous: The Movie Reaction/Review
A little more ordering of my thoughts now, and I can go through in a little more detail why I loved this movie so much. This will be a solid look at things, and so... yeah, SPOILERS! And just for the record this will be looking both at the movie itself as a movie AND in comparison to the series. I know that there are different pressures on both, but I do feel there are narrative through lines tackled better or worse.
Putting a cut here for the Spoiler free folks.
This will be somewhat chronological, with some asides.
Okay, so the opening, a great setup. It's a Lore dump, but it's clean and neat and we are already introduced to the vibrant colors we will see throughout the movie, and Mr. Overdramatic Fu who I find priceless.
Marinette:
Oh Marinette, I love this Marinette. She feels downtrodden to start. The type of person for whom one too many hiccups have become a self-fullfiling way of life. The movie spends a lot more time with her on this. Which is to the benefit because her choice and ascension are much bigger payoffs. She's still a dreamer, and energetic, She's our Marinette, but vitalized.
Okay I'll put this here: The Songs. They're fine. They're not great, but they're find. they have a stage-style vibe to them which fits in with the change to Emilie's career. They are also pushing the narrative through most of the time, so even if the song isn't to your liking, you've got a lot going on.
School&Chloé: Marinette seems a lot more jumpy/unpopular in general, it's not JUST Chloé which is a good shift. Don't get me wrong, the blonde is still clearly a nightmare, but it's not she alone among the student body that thinks something's off about Mari at the beginning.
Alya&Nino: What is there to say? She's Alya, she's great. Nino and Adrien friendship! yay! And Alya&Nino are a cute secondary couple-in-the-making. The movie loved it's secondary characters.
Adrien: Sad Adrien, but gentle. Marinette's first interaction with him was great. She's Marinetting, but she actually gets up the will to talk to him. I liked this balance. Yes some of it comes from a shorter runtime, but it comes across as just... healthier?
Gabemoth: Gabriel outside! GASP! He's a human being! Clearly still flawed, but this Gabe is one I buy the ending for, and I quite enjoy it. Both Gabe and Adrien being over the top theaterical fits having Emilie in their lives. and.. OMG we got to see and hear Emilie as a person! I loved this. I'll add in Nathalie here. She didn't have a lot but we get her care for Adrien and the family right away.
Rescue Fu Alleyway and Tikki: Saving Fu felt much more earned in this one, give a bonus to whoever storyboarded this. Marinette pulling him from in front of a bus then bodily putting herself between him and the danger of another oncoming car? This girl! Go Marinette, you've earned these earirngs(want them or not) also: Her reaction to this crazed little man screaming about death and end of the world was awesome, I LOVE them lamp shading this trope.
Little aside about Sabrina She's adorable in the whole movie, but we get a hint of her own independence when she covers for Marinette in the Alleyway, and I loved that. Tiny Character building moments are a sign of great writing.
Tikki: They amped up Tikki's energy and I can see why. Marinette's more reluctant heroine role needed someone with a bit more push to keep her going. This is honestly the most I've ever enjoyed Tikki (not that TV Tikki was awful)
Cathedral: So, We meet Cat Noir here, and he's a cocky goofball, and it works. They balance it well. He gets instant karma a few times, he tries hard, and he does quickly acknowledge Ladybug later on when *she* acknowledges herself. This is an important lesson, people do treat you better when you believe in yourself, it shows. Much like I said with Gabe, Adrien being an overdramatic theater kid fits perfectly in this story.
The back and forth between these two is great. And here's something else: It's instructive for Marinette. If Cat Noir was just a fawning lovesick boy from square one, she wouldn't learn to stand up for herself, which she later uses vs Chloé. People fuss at chat for the watermelon, but Ladybug's throwing her own zingers in there too.
I do like that we bring Fu back here, and then again at the end. He's a little more sane, a little more mentor, so his use as comic relief isn't one note. That's another sign of good writing.
Marinette's refusal: I liked this a lot. It felt right for Marinette. This was dangerous, scary, and she was barely managing for a lot of the fight at the cathedral. I love how the scene evolved from loud and frustrated, to comedy, then finally settled on sincerity. Marinette curling up in her chair was more earned emotion and heartbreak than S5 wrung from me in 13 eps.
Plagg and Adrien: Okay so yeah, Fart jokes. The show had it's share of 'stinky cheese' jokes so we shouldn't point too many fingers. I love dad-Plagg in the TV show, so I was slightly bummed it wasn't as prevelent here, but with Tiki needing a more energetic role, Adrien not being a shut in, and Gabriel not being a complete and total heel, Plagg's role is going to be different. It's worth noting that after Chat's failed confession Plagg does Dad-Plagg him, so all is not lost for that dynamic.
Fairground: Just a showcase of fun. Marinette&Adrien, Alya&Nino, the Akumas, Marinette making the *decision* to be a hero and triggering her first voluntary transformation. The two of them working together. This was a great celebratory event, and it kicks off:
Montage!
You knew they'd need this in a movie covering this much ground. We got to see a few fun akuma designs, a few Adrienette dates, and how the changes wrought on the fairground played out. We had enough time with sad, isolated, Marinette that this does feel like a triumph.
Third Act low point: This is where everyone fails. Chat's confession to Ladybug burns out. Marinette's confession to Adrien burns out. Even Gabriel has burned out. All three of our main players are at their low (which is a brilliant way to hint they're framing Gabe as not just a villain, he's treated to the narrative beats of a hero) All three felt solid and hit hard. It's the Lovesquare cliff notes, but it hits all the right elements. You still come away thinking 'If only they knew!' because the movie has really built up both Adrienette and Ladynoir in equal parts.
Final fight: Damn son, what is there to say? Akumatized Hawkmoth is not playing. Plagg telling Adrien to get his stuff together. This battle is just plain brutal. Mari unmasked! Chat punching his dad. Marinette being a hero without the suit, saving Chat in the same selfless way she saved Fu back at the beginning of the movie. Chat unmasked. and Gabriel's breakdown. *Adrien hugging his dad!* CLOSURE. Ladybug getting her Miraculous Ladybugs and it being a BIG DEAL, like it should be!
The Dance: Cute character moments. Chloe is big enough to give Marinette a 'truce' it seems, but mean enough to let her know it's not over yet. Sabrina's shrug is great :) Oh wait MARINETTE'S DRESS. It's Ladybug, it's beautiful. This girl is a designer. A reveal in snow. The two of them together, yes!
Post-script: Mayura next Villain? I'm hype.
End Notes: I feel this movie hit all the notes it needed to. We got the characters, they were compressed clearly because it's a movie, but still felt themselves, but fresh. Everything about this word feels a little more 'real' which is funny considering how ethereal all the lighting was.
I'm notoriously prone to critique and dissecting media, even media I enjoy. Yet my nitpick sensors were surprisingly mute while watching this. They told a huge amount of story, accessible both to long time fans and newcomers.
I probably have more thoughts, but that's already a lot for a Tumblr post. Feel free to engage my Asks or replies if you have questions or would like opinions on anything specific.
#miraculous ladybug#Miraculous Awakening#Ladybug and Cat Noir the movie#Miraculous Movie#Spoilers#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#chloe bourgeois#alya cesaire#sabrina raincomprix#nino lahiffe#gabriel agreste#nathalie sancour#Master Fu#review
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My New Boss Is Goofy Episode 12 Review + Final Thoughts - A Christmas Party To Remember
Why are all the good animes ending this week! First, The Yuzuki Family’s Four Sons and now this! Why must this week make me suffer? I don’t want this show to end! All good things must come to an end? Who came up with that saying? Come here and fight me for making that phrase.
Unfortunately, this is the last episode of this show. This was a super adorable show. The finale is a Christmas-themed episode where the main cast have a Christmas party, exchange gifts, and Momose finally moves out. I always liked Christmas-themed episodes because they’re always heartwarming in a way. In some Asian countries, Christmas is more of a lovers’ holiday, there were a lot of romantic elements sprinkled in between Shirosaki and Momose. I did notice that Shirosaki and Momose got presents for Hakutou but not for each other.
The Christmas party between the main quartet was super nice. That was a lot of food Shirosaki prepped. The way they randomized the gift exchange was so cute too! Just seeing these guys be chill and have fun was super nice to see! Even though, it’s usually like this, I feel like the cuteness amped up due to the festivities.
The real “conflict” of this episode is Momose finally deciding the right place and thus, going to move out. The one who is most conflicted with this is none other than Shirosaki. While he enjoys the time he spent with Momose, he finds it hard to let him go; like Momose, he knows that once he moves out, his life won’t be the same. They would only see each other at work and no longer spend as much time together as before. The place he was going to move into was near Kumatte Land, and very far from Shirosaki’s place. I felt so emotional when Hakutou started crying as he jumped onto Momose; he loves him a lot. Shirosaki grabbing onto Momose’s leg was so bittersweet too.
In a sudden plot twist, Momose manages to move into the building next to Shirosaki’s apartment, where they can see each other perfectly fine. I honestly both expected and did not expect that turn of event at all. I knew there was going to be some twist given the nature of this show, but I didn’t expect it to be so up front with it. Like what Hakutou said, give me back my tears!
It’s hard to let this show go. This was one of my favorites for this season. It’s highly unlikely that a season 2 will be made as most of the stuff has been up to date. All I can do is imagine the sort of life Shirosaki, Momose and Hakutou will have now that they are neighbors. What are your thoughts for this finale?
Final Thoughts
This was one of my anticipated shows for this season just due to the premise and art alone. It really lighted up my weekend a lot. While it was a overshadowed by the bigger titles, I still believe that this show held on its own.
I was surprised when I heard that Yuichiro Umehara and Kotaro Nishiyama were reuniting as leads for a new anime; I loved them in School Babysitters and Boeibu! And then seeing other big names like Tomokazu Sugita, Jun Fukuyama and Hiro Shimono was a big factor for me to watch; Shouta Aoi is even there too! You can’t say no to a cast like that. I think they all did well in this anime. I just hope that Nishiyama gets more roles in the future; his voice is so soothing to listen to as it’s a mix of energetic and soft. Hopefully, this role will help catapult him into getting more work. He deserves it. If I had to pick a stand out of these five, I’d give it to Shimono for making adorable cat noises.
I was surprised when I learned A-1 was animating since they’re mainly known for action anime and not joseimuke/iyashikei anime like this. Despite that, it was surprisingly well-animated. I especially loved the color choices. I hope that A-1 gets the chance to animate more shows like this in the future; they have a knack for it.
Would I recommend this show? To anyone who wants to watch a feel-good slice of life comedy, I would totally recommend it.
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This is one of my more out-there fantasies, but some of you guys may enjoy it.
MY MAN'S RACK
As Mark and I sat in the nondescript doctor's office, I could tell he was a little nervous. But god, my husband was handsome. We'd come straight from the office, and Mark was wearing a snug maroon polo that contoured his meaty body and brought out the green in his eyes and the gray in his temples.
I reached over and grabbed his hand affectionately. "Second thoughts?" I asked.
He seemed to think a second, then shook his head resolutely. "No, Jase. I want this, too."
I smiled back, feeling a relief that he wasn't backing out. At least not yet. It had taken a lot to get us here. The first year we'd dated, Mark had been real self conscious about his chest. He'd just turned forty and when his metabolism changed the spread went straight to his love handles and to some extra fullness in his pecs. Mark didn't have moobs, not quite, but his pectoral muscle was pretty damn round and solid - he was the kind of professional gay dude whose gym workouts were heavy on bench pressing, as he double pumped his vanity muscles of chest and arms. The middle-aged spread just accentuated those dad tits.
Yeah, Mark winced the first time I called them that, so I held off. But I loved to play with his chest. Like nonstop. Thing was, Mark loved the attention. I was eight years younger and what he called the whole package - good body, good looks, good job. I wasn't conceited about it, but I knew I had the goods to find hot bottoms in the city. And when I met Mark, it was just this incredible sexual chemistry that boiled over into head-over-heels romance.
We learned to trust each other, to confide in one another. Mark didn't have the same kinks as me, but he told me about his underwear and jockstrap fetish, which I happily indulged. He got me to slow my roll in the bed sometimes, giving him massages or all over body kisses. I'd been so used to Grindr hookups, it was an adjustment, but I loved the sensual approach, too, it turns out.
Meanwhile, I had one big kink. I loved big tits on older guys. I loved feeling a man's round chest swells, loved sucking at his nips, loved that perverted psychodrama of nursing from daddy's bosom.
Guys had been freaked out before, or just self-conscious like Mark. But as Mark and I grew more serious, my boyfriend relaxed into the idea. More often he indulged my nipple and chest play. He actually amped up his chest workouts, adding an insane number of flys to his benching days. He actually would show off his titties to me, flashing them while we watched TV or flexing them in the bedroom. He got OK with the T word.
It was during our honeymoon when he brought it up. A week in paradise in Fiji, just us fucking nonstop and enjoying the quiet down time in between. Mark tanned better than me, and his rack was a nice chestnut brown color after a couple of days. I'd fucked him slow and steadily in missionary, watching those chest mounds shake and jiggle with each thrust. The harder I fucked, the more they did, till I busted hard in my husband's ass. I went at it more gently as he stroked one out, too.
We kissed softly and caressed each other in the afterglow. And yeah, maybe my hand reached up to cup his pecs again.
"You ever want 'em bigger, Jason?" he asked.
I felt like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. I actually removed my hand from his chest and slid it down his belly. Mark was self conscious about his love handles, but I preferred a dad bod to ripped abs. His was amazing, solid for 47, with just the right amount of give. "Your body is great, hon," I said.
He laughed and reached down to grip my hand and pulled back up to his chest as he flexed that pectoral muscle for me. "You didn't answer my question," he smiled.
I ogled that massive hairy chest, getting off on how the fur got thicker and more salt-and-pepper in the cleavage, then looked up at him. "I feel like this is a trap," I laughed nervously.
"No trap," he answered sincerely. "I've been doing some research and they've made a lot of improvements in implants for men."
I thought I was spent from our coupling not even ten minutes prior, but my husband's words had my dick filling out into a quick hardon. "Yeah?" I prompted, trying to hide the lust in my voice.
The weird thing was, Mark was reading my reaction, feeling me out to see if I was going to get freaked out by the idea. "Yeah. I've been thinking, you know, it might be hot to get that augmentation.... if you were into it."
I outright kneaded his right tit, then moved to the left to do the same. "God, Mark, you have NO idea how much I'd be into it."
That pleased him. My man relaxed back into the fluffy pillows and put his hands behind his head to let me have free rein with his chest. "Oh, I have a pretty good idea," he smirked.
***
The plastic surgeon was in his 50s and looked pretty much like you'd expect a plastic surgeon to look. Flashy but nice suit under his white coat, expensive watch, deep tan from his Caribbean vacation. He sat down in the chair and patted his legs. "So you gentlemen are thinking of exploring some chest augmentation options?" he started after we made introductions.
"I am," Mark replied. "Jason's here for more support."
The doctor smirked, and I knew what he was thinking. There were tons of straight dudes who were buying fake tits for their wives and had a vested interested in the consultation. I was just the gay version of that. But he played it straight. "Well, Mr. Kenyon, tell me what you're thinking."
Mark looked over at me for the go ahead. I nodded. And then he proceded to tell the doctor what we'd discussed. I'd never been prouder of my man for the way he was diving headlong into this.
"Well, I guess I have a big chest naturally," he started. "And I hit the gym hard to make it bigger. It's kind of my thing, you know."
I could see the surgeon examine the size and shape of Mark's pecs through the polo. "Why don't you remove your shirt, if you don't mind?"
Mark nodded gamely and peeled off the shirt. If I'd been anywhere else but a doctor's office, I would have boned up at the sight. Those meaty swells hung a good few inches out from the rest of his torso. and capping them were big round paps.
The doctor was a professional as he examined Mark. "I see what you mean." He looked up at Mark, then me. "You know, I'll be honest gentlemen, most guys who come in here for the augmentation are trying to look pretty much like that," he said, pointing to Mark's rack.
A wave of disappointment hit me, since I thought the surgeon was going to say no or maybe talk Mark out of the procedure.
But Mark piped in immediately. "I figured, Doctor Hodges. But I want them a lot bigger. I've thought a lot about it... we both have... and this is what we want."
The doctor paused a second, then shrugged. "All right, then. Let me show you the products we have and then we can talk about size." He pulled out some samples, and described the range of hardness. "This one is the Number Five. It mimics muscle, and it's the most popular among men." He held up the fake plastic boob for Mark to feel, then me. It was firm. Rock hard even.
I read Mark's face, and he returned a smirk before turning back to the doctor. "We want something with a little more give."
The man seemed nonplussed as he showed us four more options. Numbers One and Two were really modeled after soft women's boobs, which wasn't what we were going for. The other two were in between. Number Four was closer to the hard muscle, it was actually similar to Mark's pecs now. Number Three was firm, firmer than I expected, but with an underlying give. Mark smiled as he watched me feel it up.
"So, how does this interact with the natural pec muscle?" Mark asked Dr. Hodges.
"The implant sits on top of the pectoral muscles, but it's a natural, organic shape that will feel like an extension of them."
"Can I still do my normal work outs with them?" Mark asked. I have to admit my husband was great at thinking through the details of everything.
"Absolutely. You'd have to take it easy for three months to recover, but after that, it'll feel like normal." He held up the firmer model and pressed into it. "In fact, we recommend at least some regular exercise to keep the muscle from atrophy."
"Is it reversible?" I asked. Mark hadn't brought up any anxiety about the augmentation, but I still had nagging doubts he would resent it after.
"It is," the doctor explained. "But I only recommend getting it if you're committed."
"I am," Mark assured him. Then added, "we are."
God, a lump was forming in my throat at the idea this might actually happen.
"What sizes do they come in?" I asked. Probably sounding like those straight husbands fixated on big tits.
Hodges didn't bat an eye. The Number Five," he said referring to the muscle-hard one, "only comes in the 125cc and 250cc size."
"How big is that?" Mark asked.
The doctor held up two sample. "In women it corresponds to a half cup to a cup gain in size. But the profile of this one is different since it's firmer and men's chests are broader." He set them down and held up the Number Three, which was the firm-soft one I'd been drawn to. "The softer women's models can run pretty big, to 1200cc... you know porn star implants... but for something like this, you're looking at a range from 125 to 500cc. If you like, I can go get some more samples to compare."
"Yeah, that would be great," Mark said. My husband was still sitting shirtless and I imagined those meaty tits of his with the implants we were discussing."
The man took a look at Mark. "Looks like you're the equivalent of a B cup now." He looked up. "Forgive the women's terminology. The male augmentation market is slow to catch up with the improvement in implants."
"No worries," my husband laughed. He reached down and played with the muscular flesh. "No one's gonna mistake this hairy chest for a woman's."
"True," Hodges chuckled then stood up. "All right I'll be right back."
My heart pounded as Mark and I sat there. "We really doing this hon?" I asked.
Mark seemed taken about. "Come on Jason, I thought we talked about this... you want it, right?" He'd misunderstood me.
"God yeah I want it. But it seems so real, you know. I wanted to make sure."
Mark patted my arm and leaned over to kiss me in a soft peck. "Relax, babe. This is gonna be amazing." I nodded. And fuck, I was starting to get a hardon, despite my nervousness. I tried to focus on other thoughts and was at least half way under control when Dr. Hodges returned.
"These are women's samples," he apologies. "But it'll give you an idea. The top matches the general size of your chest now, and the implant sizes are lined up below."
I examined them, as did, Mark.
"Go ahead, fellas," Dr. Hodges urged. "Have a feel. It's an important decision and you want to be comfortable with it."
The hottest thing was Mark examined the samples but mostly watched as I felt them up. He was eager to see how big of tits I wanted on him. I got to the biggest, 500cc, and while they were all hot to feel up, this one drove me wild. My boner returned full force, and I blushed and squirmed to hide it the best I could.
Hodges actually chuckled. "Don't worry, Mr. Peterson," he said. "You're not the first husband to have that reaction."
Mark laughed too and looked at me eagerly. "You like that one, Babe?" he asked.
I couldn't let go. But I couldn't answer him honestly. "Isn't too big?" I asked. This was gonna be a big augmentation for Mark and the cautious husband in me didn't want to be the one pushing him to get massive.
But my husband turned to the doctor. "They don't come bigger?"
Hodges shook his head. "Not in this firmness. But with your natural muscle, particularly if you keep working out, you could probably gain another half cup size."
"OK," Mark, said, as if he was weighing the options.
The doctor seemed surprised. "I can bring out the Number Twos. They go up to 750cc."
Mark nodded and like that Hodges stepped out again.
"Jesus, Mark," I hissed.
My husband was defensive. "Just seeing what our options are, Jason. I'm not going to do anything unless we're both happy with it."
I gave a nod. I don't know why I was the nervous one here. But Mark gave flashed me a grin and nudged my arm. "Tell me you didn't like the biggest one."
"I loved it," I finally said honestly.
The next samples went bigger. Much bigger. I didn't find them as hot, though, in part because they were too soft. "I don't want a woman's breast," I said openly and matter-of-factly.
"I think we're leaning toward the Number Three in the 500cc size," Mark asserted.
Hodges looked at me. "Is this something you want to discuss or think over?"
I looked at my handsome husband and felt I was the luckiest man in the world. The look between us conveyed everything we needed to say. I turned back to Hodges. "No, we've talked it over a lot, Doctor. This is what we want to go for."
***
The sex when we got home that evening was scorching hot. Mark going full verbal in telling me to suck Dad's tits. Me motorboating his ample pecs, imagining more. Imagining the man hooters Mark would have after those amble implants. He came as I licked at his bosom. I was a few seconds behind him.
At some point over the next month, leading up to the procedure, the sexual excitement gave way to a nervousness. But Mark wasn't backing out. The surgery itself wasn't a walk in the park for him, and I felt bad for that. But I supported every way I could. Looking after his needs, cooking his favorite meals.
It was a few weeks until Mark was in the mood to have sex again. I couldn't really feel up his chest, but that first fuck was incredible since it had been so long.
It got even better. Once Mark had fully healed, it turns out Dr. Hodges was right. These looked like real tits. Meaty, dad tits firm to the touch and covered with fur. But big round honkers that were a genuine handful. If anything the 500cc implants made Mark's chest look even bigger than I expected. And I was pleased that they felt fleshy full but not too soft.
I went wild in bed being able to feel those puppies up while I fucked him. Mark loved it and felt a real confident sexiness I'd never quite seen from him. But out of the bedroom, in the real world, he adjusted to his new body. He had to get new shirts and was sometimes self conscious about having a big rack in public. He used compression shirts at first to hold in the swells some, making it look more like solid muscle.
I knew things had changed when he stopped wearing the compression. Just letting those big puppies fill out his polo or T shirts. That's when our sex life went off the charts. I couldn't keep my hands off him. "I should have gotten the tits earlier, babe," Mark laughed as I undid his button down shirt for a lunch time quickie.
"You're so goddamn sexy," I'd growl in return, leaning into kiss and lick at that ample firm flesh.
One evening I slathered those muscle hooters with albolene and had my first titty fuck. After I came on Mark's neck and leaned down to kiss him in appreciation, I decided I wanted a lot more of that.
Mark worked out constantly, pumping the chest more. Getting bigger. It was like an addiction for him, as much as for me. He loved to show off for me. Show off to the world. On our first beach vacation, seeing Mark in some snug lycra trunks and his bare big chested torso on full display was such a crazy horny sight. There were some curious and even disapproving stares at the beach, but I could also see I wasn't the only dude who loved a big daddy rack.
And sure, when we had passionate late afternoon sex, me fucking Mark from behind and feeling up that awesome chest, I worried my husband would think I was treating him like a piece of meat. Objectifying him. But after we came, we'd hold onto one another and cuddle. I'd softly rub Mark's soft stomach fur, until he guided my hand back up to his tits. I decided I didn't need to explain things or apologize for objectifying him. This is who we were and it was an incredible thing.
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[LONGPOST] I just finished... Final Fantasy VII: Rebirth
I wanna write down all my thoughts before I delve into more in-depth online opinions. I'm writing this on the same day as having done the last two chapters of the game, so I may have not had time to process the story completely. However, I've been playing this game for the entire month and I got a lot to say. Obvious spoilers ahead, but I'll still try to keep some things vague enough.
Okay Square Enix, you win, I'll use photo mode
Graphics in video games are like how attractive a dessert looks, it doesn't dictate how it will taste, but it makes you want to try it. Rebirth feels like one of those games that is finally showing what the PS5 is capable of, with environments extremely rich in detail, superb lightning that's both colorful and conveys the right emotion for each scene, this is the prettiest Final Fantasy has ever looked, even compared to 16 which had some optimization issues and dull lightning in some areas, specially towards endgame. No single location in Rebirth feels half-baked, what used to be single screens and flat textures in the original have been completely re-imagined to have their own identity. I will talk about more about the open environments when I talk about gameplay and exploration.
Reliving the moments: Going above and beyond
The cutscene direction for this game is absolutely phenomenal, I love that they have amped up the campiness of the original 7, while also being faithful to the serious and emotional moments. What shines even more in Remake is the excellent writing when it comes to the characters, their performances are full of charisma, and it made it clear to me why the cast of seven ended up becoming so iconic to gaming as a whole. Every scene with these characters interacting, no matter if it was the dullest of sidequests, made everything entertaining. But the best part of Rebirth, like its predecessor, it's when it brings back the iconic moments we all wanted to see. The Junon Parade, Costa del Sol, Red XIII and Cosmo Canyon, Barret and Corel, and many more of these moments have barely altered from how they happened originally, reliving these moments feels like watching a high production TV Series based on a book you loved as a kid. If you love the original FFVII but have no intentions of playing the remake due to how things change, I at least recommend you look up the scenes that do stay faithful.
Some things left me wanting
Still, Rebirth only covers up to the end of Disc 1 section of the story, and has some blatant teases from trailers and the game itself that left me wanting. The Planet's weapons are mentioned and different versions appear, but there's no Diamond or Ruby weapon superboss yet. Both Cid and Vincent make their debuts near the final chapters, but are not playable for now, which left me a little disappointed. And this lets me segway perfectly into the other best part of Rebirth...
Can I just say I love the portraits in this game? Love me some PNGs
When I first played Part 1 of the Remake saga, I felt like I had no idea of what I was doing with the combat, I found the action-hybrid system too complicated and visually cluttered I felt like I was brute forcing every fight and not really enjoying myself. I finished the game and didn't come back to it until early this year where I decided to do Hard Mode for the Platinum, and this time I had a way better time, now understanding the combat system and each fight better. It makes for a flashy, semi tactical game with very visceral and satisfying animations, powers, character building thanks to materia, the importance of positioning, blocking, switching aggro, it felt like the realization of what games like FF12 and 13 aimed to be.
So imagine my surprise when Rebirth made it even better. Fundamentals are still the same, new skills were to be expected, but my favorite new addition are synergy skills. Not only do you get special commands you can perform with your partners in the party with extremely satisfying animations, you also have synergy real time action commands which reward you for being more reactive and agressive, now adding perfect blocks and counters, now every time you play with a different team composition you're gonna feel the difference of having Barret or Red or Yuffie as your partner, as you get access to different skills.
They also help you build ATB for characters not actively controlled at any given time, which is an excellent quality of life improvement. My only nitpick is that despite the menus allowing you to have 3 different party compositions and even allowing you to set the leader for each, Cloud is mandatory. Cloud is of course good at everything, so it's not the worst thing, but it does suck that I can't play as a team of Barret, Red, and Yuffie at any time in the open world. Though you can do that at virtual combat challenges or the colliseum. This feels like an oversight.
Fortunately, this meant I was playing around different characters all the time, because they're all great, and it feels super satisfying to set the right materia for each one according to what you envision them to be and complement their abbilities. Some are obvious: give Yuffie the steal materia, give Aerith healing materia. But who gets to be the mage, the debuffer, the buffer, the tank, that's up to you. I found Red XIII + Darkside materia works extremely well thanks to his Reaper Claw abbility and his health regeneration, sort of like a bestial Dark Knight, great crowd control and support all around. Cait Sith takes some work to get used to, and requires lots of setup, but his luck based gameplay can have some serious benefits, I'm sure he will come in handy in hard mode. Yuffie plays almost identically to her DLC, and she is excellent for handling boss fights with multiple parts or different weaknesses.
Exploring will either be fun or tedious, depends on who you ask
I feel like the other primary component of the gameplay, which is the exploration and traversal, will be a bit more divisive. It takes tropes from standard open world games like towers, points of interest, fast travel, loot locations, hunts, there is nothing new or original about it. However, that doesn't mean it can't be fun. Completing areas feels like I'm playing a collect-a-thon akin to Sonic Frontiers, where while it may not be the most exciting thing in the world, it is very relaxing for me, as I take in the sights and look for ways to get to new areas and find the next rare fiend. What I enjoy about the world design is that areas are not large, but are very packed and designed in such a way where you can't get everywhere by just looking at markers on the map, sometimes you do have to look for clues on the environment to get to where you need to, meaning you're looking at where you're going more than your tracker, which is great, but you still get the benefits of one. So it's a nice compromise, not as open ended as BoTW or Elden Ring, but not as braindead as a Ubisoft game. However, completing these areas can take a while, and if you're like me and plan to do all of them, don't be surprised when each area can take you up to 10 hours if you want to do everything.
"No seriously Cloud, I'm still waiting!" -Sephiroth, 100 hours into your game file
If you remember FF16 (I love that game too btw), you might remember how universally hated the sidequests were, not so much for their stories, but for their large amount and lack of variety. It seems like Rebirth is an active effort to avoid those same mistakes. Most sidequests in this game has you doing something different, have an entertaining story or character development attached to them, or even have you doing something dumb like bringing chickens back to their sweet innocent mother, or following an Ex Shinra employee in some brutal gold saucer challenges. I won't say every sidequest is a winner, at the end of the day, they're still busywork, and never will a game make you feel good saying "Congratulations on your progress, you have unlocked even more sidequests to do!". Still, I have to commend them, they do not bombard you with them, you can do a few at a time and be good for the next area, and the rewards allow your party to access more skills.
They have some of the most fun music too
The sidequest also introduce an excuse to have you do more of the minigames and take on their harder difficulties. And BOY did they add soooo many minigames, I could not believe I was encountering a new one what feels like every hour. There's something both horrifying and admirable about the devs commitment to bring back the spirit of a ps1 classic in this way. Have you noticed that triple AAA games basicly don't do minigames anymore? Yea fishing games are still around I guess, but Rebirth is not ashamed to harken to those videogamey roots and sheer goofiness. Red football, Fort Condor (love the reinterpretation), Super Dolphin Sunshine, and so many more. Enjoy youself with these minigames, and pick your least favorites too because there will be at least one that will make you want to break your controller. Contenders for me are Glide de Chocobo for it's terrible camera, and Gears & Gambits for having an overwhelming amount of Gambits for such a simple minigame (even FF12 had you start with a small amount). Still, there is more bad than good here. What I was not expecting was a brand new card game, akin to Triple Triad in 8 and 14: Queen's Blood.
*Insert Yugioh abridged reference here*
Not only did I not expect a new card game 2 hours into the game, I did not expect it to be so good, and have me thinking about different deck builds, deck synergy, strategies, and ways to one up your opponent with some smart plays. Queen's Blood is an extremely fun time sink and nice break from all the combat and normal exploration. It can be overwhelming at first, and having so many different cards with effects each is a hassle I've seen many not even wanting to bother with, finding some of its rules to be too confusing. I will say that if you're not constantly updating your deck with better cards you won't be making much progress, but you also won't know what cards are better if you don't play enough to get what your objective is, so it's best to start getting into it the sooner you start the game. Do make sure you take note of some of the later puzzles and challenges, as they can teach you strategies to make comebacks on hard duels.Screw the survival challenges, though.
But the journey isn't quite the same, after all
Perhaps the stuff I have the least things to say about, are the new elements to the story, which are more prevalent during the beginning and ending sequences of the game. I was honestly intrigued at the start, the tension and anxiety felt in this unknown timeline Zack has walked into, and the mystery surrounding the true fate of our protagonists, as it shows you bits and pieces of more information the further you progress, I was curious to where things were going. Unfortunately, the ending provided even more questions than answers, and I still feel like it's not as emotionally impactful as perhaps it intends to be, maybe due to the lack of clear information. I understand it wants to keep itself vague with the idea of multiple timelines and universes colliding, or what Sephirot's actual plan is. But it does make things like the Whispers feel even more pointless than when they showed up in Remake, but at least their presence has been reduced, as expected. Areas where changes to the story were most effective were when they were not pointed out to be a product of a split timeline, like the conclusion to the Junon festival, or the Gongaga reactor sections.
But of course, what most people were more curious about, was how was the ending going to change, we all knew it was going to be different no matter what. And while I feel like these convoluted elements do take off some of the emotion of the original scene, there is one element which does seem to align these new events with the emotions of the original: Cloud himself. For he experiences the events of the ending differently from the rest, and it's left unclear how reliable is his perspective. Add Sephiroth's manipulation of Cloud's emotions and he becomes this genuinely creepy and ruthless shell of himself. This new problem does not completely go away by the end, as Cloud is not fully aware of it yet. But with how the new version of the ending has unfolded, it left me with these feeling of doubt and... hollowness, confusion, not sure if to be sad, or hopeful. Which I feel is exactly how Cloud feels as well, as his human nature is questioned.
Despite thinking a faithful story remake would have been more satisfying, I can't deny these new events had me thinking about the story of FInal Fantasy 7 in ways I could connect emotionally to it even more. Perhaps, what this game truly achieved for me, is remind me just how much I love this franchise, for its extremely creative worlds and creatures, to its unique stories and unforgettable characters. Rebirth is a celebration of Final Fantasy, a joy to look and play, to relive and to guess. It's got one more part to prove if these changes to the narrative were really worth it, nonetheless. And honestly, I hope they don't keep relying on vagueness as much.
But when they are not being vague, I promise you, every moment, old or new, will feel exciting.
#final fantasy vii#ff7 rebirth#ff7 rebirth review#review#iranted#now when someone asks me what i thought about the game i can just copy paste this#no but wait then they would find my blog#i did not think this throuuuuuuuugh#i wonder if babyboi will want to ever do a final fantasy marathon with me hmmm i got so much to say about all games#i should also mention the towns in this game are WONDERFUL#and the gold saucer date had me internally sobbing
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Peace of Mind
Posting our most recent piece of fan fiction since it's short.
Summary:
Quaritch and Sully bury a part of their past.
Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning:
Categories:
Gen
M/M
Fandom:
Avatar (Cameron Movies)
Relationships:
Miles Quaritch/Jake Sully
Eywa & Recombinant Miles Quaritch
Characters:
Recombinant Miles Quaritch
Jake Sully
Eywa | The Great Mother [Mentioned]
Additional Tags:
Burial
Former Lives
Late Night Conversations
Moving On
Published: 2023-05-22 Words: 820
It started as a quiet affair.
Traveling to the shack.
The night is buzzing softly with its life, the plants glowing in an array of colors around the clearing edges.
The AMP sticking out like a sore thumb, cold and robotically lifeless.
Upon a closer look there's the faint presence of vines growing into the cockpit.
"She sure tried, didn't she?" Miles comments.
"You coming back and disturbing it probably didn't help," Jake replies, gesturing to the neck of the corpse, where its skull had been removed.
"Your kids tell you about that?"
"Yeah."
"Think us moving it is gonna make it any better?"
"If Eywa decides she wants him, then she'll take him, we're just making it a little easier," Jake says before he reaches into the AMP, carefully removing some of the bones, the hands and arms, along with some scraps of clothes, "I'll find him a good spot, so come on."
Miles grabs some bones as well, the ribcage and spine.
He trails after Jake as he wanders into the forest, searching for a spot.
"You don't think he could tell us if he has a preference?"
"How dare you try to make such a serious moment, laughable, Miles fucking Quaritch," Jake scolds, though Miles can hear the humor in his voice.
"Sorry, sorry."
"I can't believe you."
Miles can't help the grin that comes to his face, as he chuckles softly.
The pair keep waking for a while, till they find a spot that's not absolutely choked with flora.
Jake crouches, carefully clearing some that were still in the way before he starts digging, Miles coming down to help him.
"I'll go get the rest of the bones," he says once they've got a reasonably sized grave.
"Alright," Jake says, starting to set the bones they had down into the hole, placing them carefully so they would look like the skeleton was laying on its side once it was complete, the scraps of clothes being draped over them.
Or about as complete as it could be while missing a skull.
Miles comes back with more of the bones, needing to take a third trip back for the last bits.
Jake continues to relay the bones down.
"Hey, I found this," Miles says as he comes back again.
Jake hears the jiggle of dog tags before he even turns his head to look.
"He'll probably want to be buried with those, unless we want to give them to Spider someday."
"They're not his," Miles says, Jake reaching to take them so he could have a look.
"I know Lyle or somebody took his, pocketed them so..."
"These are mine," Jake mutters.
"How'd he get them?"
"You should know."
"Tell me anyways."
"Gave them to him at some point, don't know why. It's really a stupid gesture, giving another person your dog tags in a supposedly hostile environment."
"But you trusted him."
"Guess I did. I didn't know he held onto them. He said I betrayed him, why keep something from me if he felt that way?"
"Maybe he was stupid too," Miles says, placing the last bones in their spots.
Jake laughs, "Yeah, maybe he was."
He gets to his feet, "We need one more thing, then we can cover him up. I'll be right back, hopefully I can find one."
If Eywa lets him, he'd find one, he's sure.
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He doesn't find one. Or well he does, but he can't catch them, the atokirina, woodsprites floating just out of his reach. Guess even Eywa had her limits.
Jake understands.
He goes back to Miles empty handed, and kneels back down next to him to start scooping dirt back into the hole.
Miles brushes dirt off his hands when they finish, "Think we should mark it?"
"No, better for it to just disappear eventually."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, there's no reason to cling to it. Beside if I really feel like reminiscing, I have these," Jake raises the dog tags.
"You gonna wear them? Isn't there some law about not doing that?"
Jake unclasps the tags, "It's about using metals from the ground, but I feel this is different enough." He struggles a little clasping it back around his neck, and Miles moves to help him.
"I'm sure someone will tell me to take it off at some point, which in that case, I have you," he adds, patting Miles on the shoulder before he gets up.
"That's true, I certainly beat the original."
"Don't think too highly of yourself, your ego's big enough."
Miles laughs, "Says Toruk Makto. You got a ego boost large enough from that to rival mine."
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm very humble about that," Jake says, with a scoff as he starts to walk off.
Miles follows him, fall into step beside him easily, their hands brushing.
Jake hooks pinkies with Miles.
They walk together, quietly, back towards home.
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Of course we're up to reading smut for that au, who are you kidding😂
I honestly shouldn’t have asked bc yeah I didn’t think anyone was gonna turn that down 😭😭<3 but anyhow here <3
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Rosé watched intently as Denali spun and skated across the ice, his movements so fluid and beautiful, but she was more focused on something else.
She’d noticed it just after he finished warming up, a tiny flash of color above his black yoga pants as he skated past her, winking all the while. He skated by again and again and Rosé began to recognize it as one of the new lacy thongs she’d recently bought him. While looking for lingerie for herself, she couldn’t help but pick some things up for him too, knowing how much he loved to feel pretty and delicate in some lace. ‘Some things for him’ soon turned into her leaving with only a new bra for herself and multiple bags with full sets for him. It seemed like today he chose to try one of the thongs out, a pretty delicate pink that looked gorgeous against his tanned skin, the dimples on his back peeking out right above the waistband. Rosé imagined him taking her from behind while she slotted her thumbs in those dimples, holding him close, so full of her.
She breathed deeply and focused on the music, not willing to play into his little games, which of course he amped up. He shimmied his yoga pants lower on his hips, revealing more of the thong and the jewelry he wore in his bellybutton, something Rosé found irresistible.
He winked and moved seductively around her anytime he could until she couldn’t take it anymore, damn her and her easily flushed cheeks for giving her away so easily.
With a huff, she swung her bag over her shoulder and marched off the bleachers, meeting Denali over by the entrance to the ice.
“Hi, mommy,” he said sweetly, batting his lashes.
She smiled icily. “Locker rooms, now.”
She didn’t have to mutter another word before he was pulling the guards onto his skates and rushing after her, following her into the thankfully empty locker room.
“Naughty boy,” she sneered, backing him up against the brick wall as soon as the door shut behind them.
While he towered over her in his skates, she nipped at his neck, right above the collar of his pull over. “Mommy, please,” he whimpered, squirming against her.
“Oh, so now it’s ‘mommy, please’, what happened to that attitude when you decided to tease me when you were supposed to be focusing on your routine? Hmm?”
“I-um-,” He stammered, gasping as she pushed a hand down the back of his yoga pants, squeezing his flesh.
She laughed, mischief in her eyes. “You don’t have an answer, pretty boy?”
He whined, shaking his head.
Rosé smiled at him softly, stroking his cheek in a way that made him swallow thickly, her artificial sweetness making his tummy flutter. “That’s okay, I have some better ideas on how you can use that pretty mouth. Skates off.”
Obeying, he pulled his skates off, leaving him only slightly shorter than she, but still just those few centimeters felt like a world of difference. “Good. Now on your knees.”
He slid to his knees, looking up at her through his lashes.
“So pretty like this. Mommy’s sweet, submissive boy,” she cooed, trailing a finger along his collarbone, his skin erupting in goosebumps.
She began to shimmy her own leggings down, gently parting herself and sticking her fingers into his mouth.
“Taste good, baby?” She chuckled when he moaned, “why don’t you give it a better taste, huh?”
Eagerly, he began to lick around her folds, chasing every sweet drop of her wetness. She moaned, tangling her manicured fingers in his hair and tugging him closer.
“Don’t tease, baby.”
He dipped his tongue into her, letting her seep all over his tongue, the feeling and taste of her intoxicating.
“So good,” she moaned, “keep going. Make mommy cum and you’ll get rewarded.”
Denali whined high in his throat, squeezing his thighs together involuntarily, disrupting his movements.
Rosé pressed herself into him. “Don’t stop,” she warned.
He then sucked her clit into his mouth, sucking it gently and making her shake, knees quivering.
“Gonna make me cum, baby.”
One of the only things Denali enjoyed more than being full of Rosé’s strap was making her cum messily on his tongue. He snaked his hands up her thighs, inserting a finger into her while he continued the ministrations on her clit with his tongue.
“Oh god, oh god,” she panted, her body tensing as she grew closer and closer, “so good, baby, mommy’s good baby boy.”
She moaned as she came, the sound of her reverberating off the brick walls of the locker room. Denali licked her through it, stopping only when she pushed him away, petting his hair and whispering praises.
“So good for your mommy, can you get me a wipe from my bag, please?”
Denali did as he was told, wiping her down with it and helping her pull her leggings back up. Rosé immediately took him in her arms, kissing the taste of herself off of his lips. His cheeks warmed and his pulse quickened.
“Momma-“
“I know, baby, I know. Making mommy cum always gets you so worked up, huh? Are you getting hard in your pretty little panties?”
He blushed deeper, hiding his face in her neck as he nodded.
“I bet, darling. I bet you want mommy to play with you right here, huh?”
“Please, mommy,” he muttered, borderline tearful.
“You know princess, I appreciate you using your manners, but what kind of person would I be if I reward your teasing so soon, hmm? You did so good making mommy cum, but I think you can wait until we’re home, huh? You can do that, right?”
Denali wanted to protest, every cell in his body screaming for Rosé to touch him, to unravel him, but he knew better. “Yes, mommy,” he sniffed quietly.
“Oh darling, don’t cry,” she kissed him softly, “mommy will take care of you as soon as we’re home.”
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Her pulse raced. Her chest hurt, and her legs shook.
Something, something trauma response, her therapist told her; one of the band members she was touring with had a shiny skull with wings attached on their belt. It wasn't like she was purposely looking at it, but his shirt rode up as he took off his bass and the shine of the metal buckle caught her eye. Each breath felt heavier, like it was too much, but it wasn't enough and the pressure on her ribcage felt like she would implode if she took another.
And yet her body wouldn't listen. She didn't mean to drop her clipboard. She didn't mean to drown in her own breathing. She didn't mean to bump into the vocalist who caught her as she backed up to a set of amps. She didn't mean to behave like a frightened deer.
"...happened?!... get me..."
But her chest heaved, her stomach clenched into knots, her vision swam in brilliant colors, as the band manager came rushing to her to help her sit down as the vocalist and bassist swam off into the sea of faces backstage. He reached to grab her, but she jolted as his hands took hold of her waist and her shoulder.
" ...asthma?"
"...idiot! .... panic... water and blank...."
Were the lights always this bright backstage? Were they always this sickly green? Her hands reached for her throat as the feeling of harsh cold metal creeped up to strangle her -
A pair of hands stopped hers, a she shook her head to shake the feeling of being underwater. She thought she could herlar her voice begging for mercy, for release, for death.
"... put your head.... that's right, now... in, and out..."
She looked at the ground, her knees shaking as her vision blurred. She looked at the band manager's shadow as he placed his hands around her ears. He had such soft hands, and she only figured it was because he didn't have to work hard to get where he was now. She could barely hear him already, the sounds around her as someone picked up her clipboard and placed it on another amp.
"...okay, Abigail? ... get me some..."
Her skin crawled with hot licks of phantom pains - flashes to injuries, smacks, kicks, scratches, slaps, angry yelling ringing in her ears. Her hands flew to the manager's own, trying to grip something she knew was real and not from the depths of her repressed memories.
"... in and out..."
She tried to follow, the feeling of her chest being constricted by the very muscles that were supposed to keep her alive, to keep her breathing properly. Her heart beat so hard inside of her that she thought it would break out of its bony prison.
"... look up... I'll call... tell them... home..."
She could see the flecks of gold in the manager's eyes as she raised her head slowly, and he walked her through breathing as she rapidly felt the sensation of pin needles pierce her fingertips and then hands. Her limbs began to release their tensed posture, her legs splaying out in front of her as she gripped his hands tightly. He pulled one hand away gently, and she let go, as it disappeared in his suit. His phone flashed the word "Work" for a second before he answered.
"Damien speak.... to her room... flight back."
Why was everything still so broken up? Her ears were betraying her as she took in air and released it. Her chest wasn't aching anymore. Her pulse wasn't calm, but it felt heavier, thicker - as it her heart was struggling to pump. Her ears were ringing as if she was sitting in silence, as if she was underwater in a pool.
"...take that stupid belt off!"
"Fine! If I flash the fans, that's on you!" With each breath she took and each pulse she felt rushing blood through her ears, her became more and more aware of sounds, her limbs becoming more and more exhausted and heavy. As if she just crawled out of the hospital after her rescue.
"Damien, bruv, we can't send our tour manager - !"
"Last time I checked, you f🎵ckwits don't need her to play a set! Go now, intermission is over. I'll handle this."
Abigail's hands shook as she began to wipe her cheeks, her eyes, before a kerchief appeared and she gladly took it.
"Shit, I'm - Damien, I'm so sorry, I -!"
"Shut up, Abigail, and drink this." He held for her a water bottle that she gladly took before he placed his suit jacket over her. Backstage was always hot and busy, moving, filled with sounds and energy. Somehow, despite all that, she felt cold, shaking, and shivering as she came down to the envitable crash.
"I forgot that dick-- he's into Hammersmith's solo work..."
Abigail shook her head, as she heard Damien come take a seat next to her, filling up the space between the unused amps. Her eyes were getting watery again, so she brought her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees, to cage herself in as if trying to keep herself from fleeing out of her own skin.
"Look, I'm not going to ask questions. Just get better, rest up, and I'll have a stern talk about this with the band. We can talk about the tour later."
She couldn't find her voice, but she shook her head yes. He rubbed the back of her shoulders, shaking silently as she cried quietly in the aftermath of her mental scars.
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Dutch Duo TankZilla Turn Loose
New Banger "Mutant Freak"
~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~
We're rolling out a solid stomper this midweek, as Eindoven lightning rod TANKZILLA issue the third single from their forthcoming self-titled debut on Heavy Psych Sounds.
According to the band:
"Mutant Freak" is an ode to the misfits, the odd and the somewhat crazy people. Without them life would be less interesting, they give color to the planet. We say "give it up, get down, get ready for the underdog" -- the Mutant Freaks.
The music video itself is something of a freak of nature (amazingly created entirely on a Samsung Galaxy S20 phone), with various animations that made me think in equal parts of Garbage Pail Kids, Mystery Men, and The Suicide Squad. The uncanny valley in full effect, the music matches with frenetic energy, buzzsaw riffing, and ample loads of fuzz.
With hot licks and thick riffs, TankZilla is a romping, stomping good time. The album drops May 19th (pre-order). In the meanwhile, you can soak in the new music video right here.
SOME BUZZ
Satan fucked a Panzer and the offshoot is TankZilla. Or so it seems. Well, this is what really happened in the Eindhoven grit: after Peter Pan Speedrock went tits up, singer and guitar player Peter van Elderen hooked up with former Wolfskop drummer Marcin Hurkmans.
As soon as these music junkies started jamming they got on like a house on fire. It felt as if their motor skills were connected like a motherfucker with a brother from another mother. This two-headed creature wrecks like a tank and packs Godzilla-sized riffs and beats. In the same vein as Repomen, Peter's short-lived but heavier-than-thou Roadburn alumni, the tarmac grooves are scorching. TankZilla goes full-tilt boogie.
TANKZILLA - TankZilla by HEAVY PSYCH SOUNDS Records
Says the band:
"As we write this, it's hard to realize the long road we’ve traveled to get to this debut full-length. We started rehearsals 5 years ago with absolutely no ambitions. We were without bands at the time, both cranking amps and slaying drums at the local rehearsal space, so it felt only natural to jam together.
"Nobody could have guessed what was about to happen, ‘cause after we decided to join forces, all hell broke loose. People were storming the rehearsal room triggered by the massive wall of sound and were shocked to discover it was just the two of us who were responsible.
"While shows were growing at a fast rate, we started finetuning the ’TankZilla sound’. It's still hard to describe, but the term ‘stoner blues swamp boogie’ got most of it covered.
"Not long after, we were invited to perform at the almighty Roadburn festival where we released our first 7-inch. Fast forwarding through the pandemic, we finished writing a dozen songs, eleven of which we captured on our first ‘serious’ recording.
"And here you have it. Recorded in Belgium, no Dutch beers involved, no fillers, no fancy stuff. Just the result of true & pure rock’n’roll style recording sessions. We are very proud to present to you our first full-length. Put it on and crank the shit up ‘cause this one goes to eleven!"
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DÉJÀ VU
Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader (Platonic) + Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader (Platonic)
➤ SPOILERS FOR SEASON FINALE OF STRANGER THINGS 4
Delilah Henderson witnesses cruel rounds of déjà vu through the years.
➤ NOW PLAYING DÉJÀ VU BY OLIVIA RODRIGO + NOT EDITED
“Dustin, what the actual fuck man!” Upon seeing the Hellfire Club walk into the place where her band, Reya and the Friends were performing, she yelled out in protest. The man of the hour waltzed forward and spoke, much to her annoyance,
“We thought, well I thought, you would need the extra help doll. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em kinda thing.” Eddie chirped, and Delilah tried not to lose her actual shit at the long hair bastard.
“Only help I’m going to need is from your buddies to bury you in the fucking ground if you don’t buy a ticket or high tail your ass outta here, Munson.” The bandmates laughed behind her loudly, some of them giving Eddie the L fingers as they set up amps.
“Ouch, you wound me, Delilah.”
“Good riddance, you fuckin’ maniac.”
“Guess I’ll be there, ticket in hand. Any VIP passes to meet the drummer?” Eddie leaned into her personal space, and she smirked, pushing him away, quite harshly.
“With that face? Ain’t no way, man.”
DO YOU GET DÉJÀ VU WHEN HE’S WITH YOU?
“Henderson, right?
“Yeah, what’s it to you, hot shot? Need me to tell you where your sister’s at again?” The golden curls dipped almost right into Dee’s face, and she nearly yanked on them to push him away.
“No--Well, yes. But, uh, before that, you wanna hang out sometime? Nothing funny…or anything, just...uh…” As he trailed off, she raised an eyebrow high up into her forehead.
“Dawg, I know you think you’re spectacular ‘cause you’re now the king of Hawkins, but lemme tell you, not everyone wants in, to your pants.” Billy nodded and looked off into the hallway, not wanting her to see him slightly embarrassed on the accounts of what she admitted to his face. Even though they’ve spoken dozens of times before. However, she did shove a piece of paper into his face after that,
“It’s not a one-on-one hangout, but you’ll still get to see me.” Billy’s hands grabbed the colorful sheet and he smirked. REYA AND THE FRIENDS TONIGHT @ 7PM.
“I’ll be there, Henderson.” They flashed each other a quick grin and went separate ways, Billy still thinking about how he’ll get to the show without angering her sibling and their friends.
DO YOU CALL HIM? ALMOST SAY MY NAME?
“Hey Bi—Eddie!” She fixed her bandana after the concert, shaking her head quickly to rid it from her head and focus on the now. He turned his head, focusing on the voice that called his name.
“H-Hey, Henderson, uh, Delilah.”
“What’d ya think, huh?”
“Rockin’. A really good show, man.” He smiled, with the lighting you couldn’t tell he was blushing because this band was better than his and he felt awkward. He fiddled with his rings as they both were looking for words to spit out that were conversation starters and not insults.
“So, Hargrove, how’d you like it?” Billy took a sip of his beer can and shrugged annoyingly,
“It was alright.” Delilah raised her eyebrows quickly at the blonde boy.
“Alright? Just alright? You’ve seen me play hundreds of—”
“Yeah. But the drummer was bangin’, an absolute rockstar.” She shoved his arm, him breaking a smile at her.
“Oh, shut it, Hargrove.”
“Why?”
“You’re such a dick.”
“For giving you a compliment?”
“I thought you meant it as a backhanded one.”
“Oh, never to you, Henderson.” She tucked the drumsticks into her back pocket and flashed him a grin,
“Never to little old me?” He swung an arm around her shoulders, her throwing hers around his as well.
“Nah, I don’t favor getting my ass handed to me by my best friend.”
“That’s what’s up, Billy.”
DO YOU GET DÉJÀ VU? (OH)
“Dustin, go!”
“You first!” Delilah grasped her brother’s shoulder’s tightly, staring him dead in their identical eyes,
“DUSTIN HENDERSON, YOU GET YOUR ASS UP THIS LADDER RIGHT NOW! GO!” After nodding quickly and helping him climb the makeshift sheet ladder, Eddie took a step back, away from her as she placed her two hands around their main way out. She knew. Her eyes flickered between her brother and Eddie, she saw the determination in his eyes as she knew he chose to go ahead and leave the two of them behind to safety. Delilah let out a huge sigh, making one of the quickest decisions of her life.
“Dee, c’mon, let’s go!” The blade in her back pocket came out to play and sliced the sheet rope from the top of their standing point. Dustin’s horrified face was all she consumed in that moment,
“EDDIE, DELILAH NO! STOP, STOP, STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP!” Her hand grabbed onto the extra garbage can cover with nails beat into it, and the spare spear. The two young adults made eye contact and Eddie’s was almost as confused as Dustin’s, but she persisted. Her chestnut eyes aligned with her younger brother, and she smiled for his comfort,
“Buying you time!” Eddie yelled, grabbing Delilah’s hand and making a sprint for the door.
“YOU GUYS BETTER BE JOKING! NO, DON’T GO, EDDIE, DELILAH!” The echo of her brother’s yelling made her heart clench, though she knew they had to distract them for the plan to be extended.
“C’mon, c’mon!” Dee mumbled, trying to get the bats attention as they messily got on the bikes and raced away, far as they could.
“Come get me you sons of bitches!”
“Yeah, assholes let’s go!” The clanking of the pedals and chains being spun round so fast as the duo kept going for dear life. The hissing and shrieking of the bats would make anyone shit themselves on the spot as they knocked Eddie off his bike first.
“sHIT, EDDIE!” He rolled a couple feet away, the wing being knock out of him as he ran a few feet and paused.
“Eddie what the fuck are you doing?!” Eddie then wasted no time in drawing the spiked shield and spear. And Delilah followed suit. She and Eddie stood side by side, in the middle of the fucking whole swarm of bats, as the first one attacked, the others joined. The duo stood their ground placing the spiked garbage can covers out as they beamed passed them, whilst bellowing out.
DO YOU GET DEJA-VU, HUH?
“Max, please, I didn’t mean it Max. Please believe me. PLEASE BELIEVE ME, MAX.” The two mutual friends saw each other, and Billy broke down in sobs even more so, falling to the ground of the sauna.
“Delilah! Delilah, it’s not my fault! I tried to stop him! IT’S NOT MY FAULT, PLEASE BELIVE ME DELILAH. PLEASE!” She grabbed Max’s shoulder as she placed her palm on the sauna window.
“Billy, it’s gonna be ok…we’re gonna help you, don’t worry. It’s going to be ok, Billy.” As Max kept pleading with him, Delilah took notice of him slight movements inside the hot room and the whispers of Will behind their frames. He’s here…he’s activated. The grip on the young girl’s shoulder tightened,
“Max, get away from the door…”
“Max, GO!” Her baffled expression was blocked out by the guys screaming in the background and shards of glass harshly cutting into Delilah’s face and Billy’s forehead as she knocked Max away from the target spot. Billy let out a fucking monster of a battle cry.
“LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT YOU BITCH!” He banged on the outside of the door, half of his torso out of the window. His crazed gaze went back and forth, landing on Delilah, who was closest to him from his breaking point.
“I’LL FUCKING GUT YOU!”
“ALRIGHT, ASSHOLE, LET’S GO!” Stone churned in her stomach as the jangle of the lock on the sauna door was becoming undone. A “swish” noise went right by her ear, and Billy was knocked off of his ass. After taking a deep breath, she scrambled to grab the pipe that held the door shut, until now.
“Get behind me—”
“El has superpowers!”
“MIKE, SHUT THE FUCK UP. WHEN I SAY GET BEHIND ME, YOU DO AS I FUCKING SAY!” All kids and Delilah stood their ground at her outburst as Billy re-emerged from the sauna, crashing into the door, and freeing himself.
DO YOU GET DÉJÀ VU?
The fight was pitiful. Delilah had experience, and Eddie has none. But his lunatic ass was out here, fighting for his life. Hitting bat after bat, bunch after bunch of the demons, the pair grew tired, but the adrenaline in their systems said, onward. To her right, she heard a huge THUNK and immense hissing as Eddie was struck down.
“EDDIE!” Bashing a few bats along her way, the swarm just circled her as Eddie was practically crucified by the bats. The shrieks of pain disturbed Delilah to her core as she glimpsed back, seeing them bite into his lower skin.
“NO!” As soon as she screamed at the top of her lungs, the bats stopped. Halted. Seized. Dropped dead and vanished.
“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck…” She muttered, sprinting to Eddie’s fallen figure, she slammed to her knees and held him from behind his upper torso.
“Eddie? Eddie? EDDIE! Can you hear me?” Blood soaked through his shirt and bled onto her dirtied skin, tainting it a dark shade of sangria.
“Hey, hey, look at me. Eddie, look at me!” Their faces met and Eddie’s features morphed into that of a child’s. He was scared. Oh, he was terrified to die. He gagged and coughed as the pain set in, blood coming up his throat and landing on his front.
“Well…we…I didn’t run away this time, y-yeah, D-Delilah?” She messily pushed his bangs away, even if they were stuck underneath the skull bandana he wore.
“Nah man, y-you put up a real good f-fight. Hold still…” Putting pressure on his stomach with her hands, Eddie hollered in distaste.
“Just wait—!” Hearing a high pitched, voice cracking scream, she craned her head so fast to hear Dustin. And to soon see him limping towards them threw a wrench into her heart.
“Oh God, oh God, Eddie, Delilah!” He choked on his words upon hearing Dustin approach,
“Bad, huh?”
“No, no, you’re going be fine, we j-just have to get you to a hospital.” He tried to reassure him, but he pathetically agreed to Dustin’s plan. He eagerly reached over to grab hold onto Eddie and lift him with her help, but it was fruitless as both adults yelled out.
“Dustin! Dustin…”
“Just give me a second! Gimme a s-second, ok…” The identical features met his older sister’s and she shook her head, mouthing: We can’t. Eddie stared Dustin right in his eyes, confirming what he asked Delilah previously,
“I-I…didn’t run a-away this time…right?”
“No, no, you didn’t run.”
“Y-You’re gonna have to look after t-those little sheep for me—” Dustin threw his head back, clenching his eyes shut at the possibility that dawned on him.
“No, NO, you’re gonna do that yourself!”
“Nah man…s-say you’ll look after them…say it…” He shook his head vigorously, taking hiccups for breaths.
“I’m…I’m…I’m gonna…look after em…” Eddie whispered good under his breathe, and Delilah kept her hold on him like an iron grip as time slipped by
“Can y-you believe…I’m a-actually gonna…g-graduate?” He gave out a little laugh, blood dribbling down his chin, Delilah’s palms reached out and swiped it away, like a mother would as she sniffled.
“I think it’s my year, Henderson…” Eddie locked eyes with Delilah, and she sensed the humorous undertones in his voice had gone sour.
“I think it’s finally my year…” His head laid back further into her torso as he spurted out spit and blood from his throat, gurgling in some sort of chuckle.
“I love you, man.” His eyes darted between them, as he indicated his adoration for the siblings.
“I l-love you…too.” Dustin’s voice cracked beyond belief, not being able to hide any of the agony he was feeling at such a young age. The baby-doe cocoa eyes flickered up to her and he raised his eyebrows as best he could
“God…I love you, Eddie, please…” He went still.
“Eddie?” That one name spilled from her younger brother’s cracked lips and Delilah lost it.
“NO! NO, NO, NO, EDDIE! EDDIE WAKE THE FUCK UP, EDDIE NO—ED—I CAN’T GO THROUGH THIS AGAIN, NOT AGAIN PLEASE, EDDIE!” The sobs racked the Henderson’s as Delilah cradled his face, the blank eyes staring into nothing.
Delilah thrust herself forward, as Billy was taken down from the Mind Flayer’s tentacles, she raced behind him and caught him, though she ended up crashing onto her back with his weakening body crumpling on top of her. The blood streaked her arms as she held him from behind,
“Billy? Billy, hey, can you hear me?” She brushed his curls from his wet forehead and tried to hold herself together. He heaved out harsh breaths, coughing out blood and saliva with every exhale, Max threw herself down next to them.
“Billy, c’mon, get up, please, Billy get up, get up…please!” His head twitched to meet his stepsister’s face,
“M’ sorry…” His azure eyes turned up at his crying friend, his palm raised to pitifully rest on the side of her face.
“T-Thank…you…D-Delilah…” Max grasped onto his tank top, crying loudly. Her eyes widened at the sight of his drooping and his hand sliding off her face.
“Billy? Billy?”
“Billy, no, NO, stay with me man! Billy, please stay with me, god dammit!” Delilah latched harder into his torso and watch him go completely still, all the weight of him was distributed into her. Eleven pulled Max off him as Delilah became hysterical, wailing loudly. She buried her forehead on top of his head and wept.
The same voiced shriek Max gave out has been etched onto Delilah’s memory, and she couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard she attempted to bury it and block it out for good. It just kept coming back.
“BILLY!”
“EDDIE!” Delilah cradled her dead friend’s body. Dustin screamed his name, his voice raising in anger than his friend chose to be hero and got himself killed, in the end. Her features somberly took in the sight of Eddie’s fallen frame, placing her hand on his forehead, shutting his eyes as her grip tightened, resting her head on his limp shoulder. Defeated. Not again.
(YEAH, EVERYTHING IS ALL REUSED)
Sitting in the front pews, her brother on her left and Eddie’s uncle on her right. The same suit was used for Billy’s funeral, the build-up of emotions from the past trying not to consume every fiber of her being. Even seeing the brown cover up bag over the suit in her closet, made her crash to the floor, weeping and screaming, hours before the funeral.
Sorrow streamed down her cheekbones as she kept her head down, her shoulders shaking without her control. She felt someone place their hand on to calm it, but she noticed the guys on either side of her stayed still in their somber states.
“We are gathered here today—”
“We are here today—”
“To honor the death of Edward Munson—”
“To acknowledge the death of Billy Hargrove—"
I KNOW YOU GET DEJA-VU.
#st4#stranger things#billy hargrove#eddie munson#billy hargrove x reader#eddie munson x reader#stranger things oneshot#songfic
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hide: ROCKET DIVE
Within hide's (as it would turn out to be) small discography, ROCKET DIVE is one of the biggies. Like PINK SPIDER before it, it was the last of a certain kind of single release (the last one hide was alive to see), and due to its proximity to his death, comes saddled with interesting baggage.
The single, which came out in January of 1998, was the first to be released under the group name "hide with Spread Beaver" rather than hide's name alone. The change was meant to acknowledge the contributions of the band members, while also cementing the live band that he had already been working with for years. Among the colorful cast of characters were hide's former band mate in X Japan, Pata, I.N.A., who would come to be something of hide's musical right-hand man, as well as someone like Chirolyn, who added the kind of wild personality that made the band stand out aesthetically -- technically, hide's pink hair already did this, but if any mainstream J-rocker was less inhibited on stage than Chirolyn, I never saw them.
"ROCKET DIVE" was written and recorded in Los Angeles well before hide's passing, while plans were being drafted for subsequent single releases, an album, and a concert tour. The song leans heavily into hide's new predilection for more industrial elements in his music, an obvious nod to his love for groups like Garbage, Nine Inch Nails, and Marilyn Manson. Unlike the more organic Hide Your Face, or the smorgasbord of PSYENCE, the songs on what would eventually be Ja,Zoo embraced synths and computers to achieve their sound, one boosted by hide's signature vocals and sense of dangerous fun. "ROCKET DIVE" is ostensibly a song advocating the escape of everyday ennui for a life of adventure by taking off unfettered into the freedom of outer space. Enhanced by sex and drug references, it's unclear whether this freedom can be found literally or just chemically. Does it matter? Both take you "to the world where new stars glitter." Like "PINK SPIDER," it's a meditation upon feelings of unsatisfying emptiness, and a yearning for the bigger, brighter things in life. As an introduction to his new sound, it did a lot of explaining while also leaving room for experimentation, a perpetual exploration of whatever styles hide had yet to play with (pop, rock, reggae, jazz, industrial, and thrash being only some of the ones he already parlayed into some of the most exciting J-rock of the 90s).
In that sense, the inclusion of an amped up version of "DOUBT" for the B-side could leave a listener nonplussed. The original song had been released as the B-side for his second single 50% & 50% in 1993, and is here renamed the "MIXED LEMONed JELLY MIX." While retaining the same base melody, lyrics, and general ambience, the song is updated to represent the harder sound hide was creating with Spread Beaver, and in some ways echoes the kind of work that he would begin exploring with his U.S.-based band Zilch. With its aggressive rhythm and hypnotic chorus, it's always been one of my favorite hide songs, and his iconic, satirical performance of it as a salary man, just hours before he passed, ranks as one of my all-time favorite. Based on his return to the song, it's clear something about the original felt lacking, unfinished, or inauthentic for him to take the time to update it.
This single was originally released on the 3″ mini-CD format and comes in standard packaging, with the lyrics and song credits printed on the inside back cover. Besides the two above tracks, it also includes the karaoke version of "ROCKET DIVE." As a testament to the song's amazing energy, it was chosen as the first track off of hide's first posthumous greatest hits collection, hide BEST ~PSYCHOMMUNITY~, and as that was my first official hide album, it thus cemented the spirit and image of hide for me forever: bright pink hair in a lemon-yellow track suit, courageously, cheekily, setting sail for the seductive, unpredictable unknown.
Catalog Number: MVDH-9002
RisefromAshes also wrote about this song recently here.
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The AC blasted throughout the darkened room, and yet the air still felt hot and stale. Arcee dug the tips of her fingers into the bed, the gentle sounds of metal scraping metal echoed in the room along with a soft grumble as she tossed and turned and tried every sleeping position imaginable and then some, but it didn’t seem to do much good. The young femme grumbled as she shot up and rubbed her face. “Great, looks like it’s gonna be a long, restless night. Again!” With that said, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and began to walk the long, dark halls of the base with a hand on the wall. The cold metallic smoothness of the walls occasionally interrupted with a bump or two that her hand would find and toy with, anything else to focus on was appreciated.
A soft sigh escaped into the air as her gaze studied each door along the walls, with the knowledge of whose room was who’s. “Huh, of course the biggest room goes to the big boss man. Still, I wish I would’ve taken the offer to take over the room when he gave me the choice.” The walk continued until she ran across a room with muscle cars plastered on to it and a chuckled emerged. “You couldn’t help it could ya Bee? You and Cliff both loved those things.” She looked across the hall, to the last two doors on the left and shook her head at the sight of the Keep Out! Sign. “Sure Ratchet, I won’t go in your room. As long as you don’t go into mine.” While the one next to it had cutesy, pastel colored kittens and amp guitars stuck onto it. ��Haha, you just couldn’t bring yourself to let her down, huh big guy? Can’t say I blame ya, I would’ve done the same.” Then as she turned to look down the hall, there was another door off to the right. Fingertips once more dug into the smooth, cold metallic wall and caused small scratches in it, while the other one dug into her palm with the feeling of teeth being stung into her lips as a small sliver of energon escaped the wound. “You can do this.” It took a few moments, but she managed to get to the door.
As she placed her hand against the cold, dusty door it opened upon being touched and caused the two wheeler to jump back. The room inside was a slight mess, comics and magazines laid about the floor, the bed half made, and posters of jaguars, mustangs and porches plastered on the wall behind the bed. She chuffed as tears welled up in her eyes. “God Cliffjumper, why'd you have to go? You have no idea how much we need you. How much I need you. Not a day goes by where I don’t miss you and wish you’d come home to us. To me.” She let out a soft, shaky breath as her gaze fell towards a bulky, wooden desk covered and buried in papers. With a head shake, she strode over to the table and began to investigate the papers. “You couldn’t stand to have anything clean, could ya … Cliff?” The sight of a loose, blackened piece of paper caught her eye. Curious, the femme pulled it from the stack and found a photo of a North Top Talon Jet, with T-38 written beneath it. Curiouser still, a few words could be seen through to the other side.
Hey Scream,
Look I know you gotta be exhausted working for Megatron. I can tell it in your voice. I promise, Optimus is not Megs. You’ll be safe here. Might take some time for everyone to come around, but I’m sure if you stick with me, we’ll all be friends before ya know it.
CliffJumper
Ps: could really use your inside info on those mines. Food’s tight and I can’t get much to ya.
As soft ‘no’ escaped Arcee’s lips as her hand shook in surprise. “No, this isn’t right! How … Why would he even do this? Damnit Cliff what were you thinking?!” She quickly stormed off in a fury on par with a giant blaze towards the super computer. “He better be awake, I know he has to be.” She muttered and typed out the message in a swift fury, nothing added up here. Why would Cliff reach out to him of all bots?! There was no time to figure out what was happening, and before she knew it, the message had been sent and the young two wheeler had raced off to the meet up point.
…
Some time later, a sleek, deep blue Kawasaki motorcycle pulled up to the ledge of a canyon. The bike’s rider quietly contemplated the vast expansion of desert before them. Soft winds would blow in from the northeast and small dust clouds would kick up and die off again in the distance. The large walls that made up the canyon caused the rider to twitch a bit, as a hand clutched the bike’s handles tightly. “Always did hate to feel small, but I kind of like it at the same time.” The rider looked around again, as if to check to see if anyone was around. When the coast seemed clear, they unhooked a saddle bag that hung on the side of the bike, and then the rider vanished into the air and the bike transformed.
The bike was revealed to be Arcee as she stretched and pulled the muscles throughout her body. “There we go, man! I love being able to do that, but sometimes it really cramps ya up.” As she did so, the young speeder turned and found her gaze rested on the canyon once more. Some walls felt as if they could tower over her and would begin to bark orders in a deep, gravely voice. Some seemed to want to invite her to take cover against them. While others served as an odd reminder, of something that caused her shoulders to hunch up and pull forward as the rest of her body stood up straight with and put all the weight on her tiptoes.
“Trying to make yourself taller than me? It’s cute, but it won’t work.” The smooth, husky, mechanical like voice made Arcee jump in a panic and whipped around to face its owner, her blades at the ready for a tough fight. Only to lower the blades when she found who it was. “So you did get my message, that’s good to know.” Starscream grumbled a bit and shook his head.
“Yes well, it's not everyday you autobots want to parlay with me now is it? So, what do you have in mind? Or is this just a trap set by Optimus?” Scream stood tall and upright and strode over to the smaller bot. Each step made it seem as if he glided over the sand effortlessly. Soon, the taller slender frame towered over the young speeder. Bright, red eyes pierced down at her with his thick brows knitted tightly together and hands rested behind his back. Arcee swallowed her anxieties, and began to speak.
He leaned forward, and got right in her face and shot a cheeky grin at the sight of a femme, who was usually so eager to get into a slagging match, now suddenly so quiet. “What? Cat got your tongue? Or perhaps you’re so charmed by my physical appearance that you’ve lost your nerve, hhmm?”
Arcee let out a soft growl and found her voice again and spat out what was needed to say. “I really did just come to parlay. But I found this, what were you and Cliff up to?” He looked at the crumble piece of paper quizzically and gingerly took it from her palms and began to uncrumple it. A soft hum arose into the air at its sight and the contents of the message on the back.
“An old correspondence, Cliffjumper and I were in talks of me potentially defecting to your side.” The sight of Arcee’s face having grown longer, eyes wide and cocked brows with her mouth agape, caused him to chuckle a bit and he turned his attention to the tips of his fingers.
Arcee’s face snapped back together and tightened up, the arrogance and cocky attitude on display lit a fire deep within her belly as she growled, “Why?”
“Because at the time of that letter, I was seriously considering it, it was that, or go rogue. To say I was miserable was an understatement. Beaten, used, abused, it was his fault my brothers are dead and my sister is MIA. I bear some responsibility in their fates, but he was the overall cause of their deaths and disappearance.”
“Siblings?”
“Yes, I was the eldest of Lieutenant Cryak’s sparklings. It was me, Skywarp, Thunder Cracker, and Slip Stream. I’ve spent much of my time trying to find my sister, and possibly get her back into our ranks or at least know of her fate. Not like it matters, Megatron won’t tell me anything about her and warned me that if I were to continue with my search, all I’d find is myself buried deep below the surface of Cybertron.”
Arcee remained quiet, arms crossed over her chest like a wall. A wall with eyes that watched as Starscream’s demeanor changed. Shoulders hunched up with arms crossed and his wings pressed tightly together. As if he’d expected the worst to happen.
“So what, Cliff was gonna help you find her?”
“That was part of the deal, yes. I regret every day since his murder that I’d snuffed out his spark.” Arcee chuffed at the confession and shook her head.
“Never thought I’d live to see the day where you’d actually admit to something you’d done wrong. So then why’d ya do it?” He just sighed and glanced at the young femme with her, glaring right back at him. The pair locked in an awkward test of wills. A soft growl escaped the old seeker and he turned away.
“To prove to Megatron that I was not as worthless as he claimed! Now, unless you want to strike up a deal, or apologize for attacking me, we’ve nothing more to do here.”
“Why should I? You killed my partner and for what?! All so you could prove yourself to someone who never cared if you lived or died?”
“Megatron cost me my trine and our little sister! You think I don’t understand loss, but I do! Every day, you find yourself reminded of them! What could’ve been done differently to save them, what you could have done to keep them alive! And by extension, keep your promise to your mother.” Scream slowly seemed to withdraw into himself and began to turn away before the tears in his eyes could be seen. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Scream began to storm away, his wings now hung low towards the ground as he went. Arcee could feel the sharp, stabbing pain in her palms as her finger tips dug into them, trembled with every emotion possible. He got away once because of her, it wouldn’t happen again.
Arcee could feel the spit build up in her throat as it got tight. No, no this had to be said otherwise this war would never end. With one more forced swallow, she finally barked out.
“I’m sorry!” This in turn got Scream to pause and turn around.
“Come again?”
“I apologize for my actions that day. I thought if I settled the score that it would make me feel better, but all it did was leave me feeling emptier than I already did! I know now harming you, won’t bring back someone I loved.” She quietly began to shut down, arms crossed tightly against her chest and cast an avoidant gaze to the ground, unable to face Star’s direction. The old seeker watched as the two wheeler dug her nails into her arm.
“Stop it.” He said gently
She turned to look at him, with her own confused look as he explained. “You’ve got your fingers dug into your arm. Stop it. If you keep that up you’ll puncture yourself.”
Arcee blinked in bewilderment at the statement and was slightly taken aback by the concern being shown in the moment.
“Apologies, my younger brother, Thunder Cracker, had a nasty habit of that. I’d lost count of how many times I’d told him to knock it off, yet he still continued to do it. Always had to patch him up and play it off to Megatron as something else. Those two were idiots, especially Skywarp. But I miss those idiots.”
Arcee slowly loosened her grip on her arms. The self injuries only just dawned on her when Scream pointed them out, it became even more obvious with the stinging sensation that came from the wounds.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’d like to leave.”
A soft sigh escaped her as she pulled something from the nearby saddle bag on the ground. “Starscream, wait!”
A frustrated growl cut the silence as the seeker whipped around at the two wheeler, only to pause at the cluster of blue glowing rocks in her hand. “I know words don’t mean much. Especially when you lived and worked under Megatron for Primus sake. But hopefully this,” his eyes widened at the sight, freshly mined energon! He licked his lips hungrily as she spoke, “Will help prove that maybe, I’m not really so bad, ya know?” His eyes flickered to her face and caught the sight of the smug grin as it grew.
He returned the smirk, “Heh using my own words on me now, are we? Well,” he stood up straight, and cleared his throat, and looked at the tips of his fingers. “Perhaps I could be swayed to your cause, especially if you’re kind enough to provide a meal or two.” He licked his lips greedily and snatched the energon from her hands, which caused her to yank hers back and step away to watch as Stars happily munched on the energon. A slight smile crept across the two wheeler’s face along with a chuckle escaping her throat.
“Huh guess June was right.”
He paused and looked at her, unsure of what she was on about. “Right about what? And who is June?” He asked between mouthfuls of energon.
“The quickest way to a mech’s spark, is through his stomach.” She smirked and began to stod off, but not before her fingers gently grazed his wings. “By the way, you might wanna learn to relax these more, that tension can’t be good for ya.” This little retort and small sign of affection caused Scream to straighten himself up and glare at the young femme bot
“Perhaps you should watch your tongue!”
Arcee turned smoothly as the soft sand gently rustled beneath her feet. “Or what?” She shot back, a devilish smirk on her face. Star returned the smirk and gently tilted her head to look at him.
“Oh I think you and I will get along just fine, wouldn’t you agree, my pet?” She chuffed at the nickname and moved his hand away from her face and gently locked his fingers into hers.
“Only if you never call me your pet again.”
“You’ll learn to like it my dear, by the way, there’s an energon mine a few clicks north of here. I’d been scouting it out for the last few weeks, and I don’t believe the decepticons have found it yet. I’ll send its location to your personal communication device. Provided you save a few cubes for me, it’s been some time since I’ve had a chance to really eat.” He licked his lips and continued to munch on the cluster he’d been given earlier.
An uneasy gaze grew on her face, but she looked at the directions for the mine. They looked legit from what she could tell. “I’ll send Bumblebee and Bulkhead out tomorrow and investigate. If you’re being honest, I’ll save you some and meet you back here the night after tomorrow. Got it?”
He shot her a devilishly toothy grin and spoke, “But of course, my pet.” He bowed and with that, took off. She grumbled and rolled her eyes before taking off herself.
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Flufftober #2
Title: Flufftober #2
Fandom: Uncharted
Pairing: Nathan Drake x Ofc
Author: @sheerfreesia007
Words: 919
Prompt: Sweet Treat
Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien
Author Notes: I enjoyed this one and might come back to flush this out a bit more.
Gif Credit: @tomhsource
The foot traffic in the bar was slowly dwindling down to the few patrons that currently occupied the space. You grinned as your feet swung back and forth as you sat on the stool watching Nate expertly move behind the bar. Resting your elbow on the bar top, your eyes continued to track Nate as your face slowly fell into your palm.
You felt as if you could watch Nate work for hours without getting bored. The way he moved so fluidly captivated you. How bright and quick his smile was was near fatal to your growing feelings for him. And the ease he had in charming the patrons with history lessons made your stomach tighten and flutter at the same time.
Suddenly there were a couple of taps sounding on the bar top that made you jerk back in surprise as you were lost in your thoughts. Nate grinned at you from across the bar as his hands and arms moved about mixing a new drink for you. You rolled your eyes at his antics and a bright happy laugh burst from his mouth.
“So what’s got you daydreaming on my watch darling?” he asked teasingly as he began to shake the metal shaker. His hands expertly twirled the metal between them and your eyes followed silently. The way his hands and arms moved aroused you, the way he was so confident in his movements without doubting himself was a turn on. Plus Nate was physically fit, he had toned muscles in all the right places and you would have to be blind not to notice. “Darling?” he asked again and you shook your head to try and clear it.
“It’s just been a long day. Work sucked and I’m ready for bed.” You confessed to him as you smiled dreamily at him. Nate blinked for a moment as if stunned before coughing to clear his throat. He then nodded his head at your words before sliding your new drink towards you. Taking a sip you were amazed at the sweet tasting drink and looked up at him with wide eyes. “Oh that’s dangerous!” you complimented his talent and skill before asking. “What’s that one called?”
Ever since you had met Nate three months ago at an art gallery that you had helped host, he had invited you out to his bar where he would make you elaborate cocktails with funny names. It had become a fun pastime that let you unwind from the hectic work life you had created for yourself. Not to mention your cute bartender was lovely company especially when he flirted with you. The two of you hadn’t explored that aspect of your relationship yet but the flirting was soon becoming too much for you to handle.
“The leg spreader.” he replied with a deep smirk as he watched you become flustered with his answer. You had to admit you loved a good flirt with Nate, the way the two of you amped each other up with your words was intoxicating but this one was throwing you into a tailspin. Not to mention some of the names seemed made up by the flirt.
“Is it really? Or are you lying to me?” you asked shocked. You watched as his eyes narrowed slightly on your body as you leaned onto the bartop and felt your insides shiver and shake. Did he know what he was doing when he looked at you like that? You wondered for what felt like the millionth time if Nate was just playing with you because you were available or if he truly had feelings for you.
“If I’m lyin’ I’m dyin’.” he said in a low seductive tone that made your stomach tighten once more. Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed into his chocolate colored eyes. He grinned widely then and shrugged his shoulders, breaking the intense connection the two of you had created. “It’s just something sweet to help you relax.” he said warmly, still grinning at you.
“Yeah and he’d like to get lucky with you later on tonight!” Goldie called as she passed behind Nate to bring a drink to her patron on the other side of the bar. Nate whipped his head to her as she passed and you felt confidence surge up inside of you instantly. Nate quickly turned back to you with a pink blush creeping up his neck and you smirked at him as he fidgeted in place. It was nice to see the roles between you two turned and he became the unsure one now.
“So leg spreader huh?” you asked teasingly and Nate’s eyes widened slightly at your question as he moved closer to the bar top while you leaned back on the stool away from him. The pull and push game the two of you were playing was amusing to you and you liked the reversal of power. “What’s next? Between the sheets and after sex?” you asked with false bravado and watched as suddenly Nate seized that intoxicating upper hand once more. His look of shock twisted into a seductive look that singed your insides as his eyes traveled from the top of your head down your body and back up to settle on your eyes. You knew you were done for with whatever was going to come out his mouth next.
“I was thinking more along the lines of bartender’s wet dream and screaming orgasm.” he crooned at you as you immediately forgot to breathe.
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Chapter Four: Getting High with Munson
Warnings: Smoking Weed, Language and Really Bad Flirting
MINORS DNI
As I smoked the last bit of the joint Eddie had rolled he got up and went to his room. I had no idea what he was doing until I heard the music blaring from the speakers.
I had officially relaxed. This felt like a good space. One I didn’t think I would find in Hawkins. But it was here. Sitting in Eddie's trailer with my high slowly approaching and some music on.
He walked back into the room already bopping his head to the music.
“You know I’ve been learning this song on the guitar” he said as he was air guitaring.
“Oh, really. And what is this exactly?”
He looked at me stunned.
“You’re telling me that y/n l/n doesn’t know Metallica? This is Master of Puppets.”
I shook my head at him.
“You’re joking with me right?”
“No Eddie, I’m not joking”
He basically ran back into his room. All of a sudden the music was gone. I saw him walk back into the living room with the ‘Metallica: Master of Puppets’ record.
“Look at this while I go grab a few more things, okay?”
I nodded.
I skimmed over it while I heard some drawers open and a few things hit the ground in his room. The album had some cool artwork on the front. It gave me the urge to want to repaint it. But on a bigger surface. The colors would look great.
He struggled to walk down the hallway with his hands full, so I got up and fought the lightheadedness. I grabbed the medium amp that was about to slip through his fingers. Along with a few other wires he had bit down on in his mouth.
“I could’ve helped you know” I said to him.
I went back over to the couch and sat down with the wires in my hand. Eddie had gently sat down his guitar as if it was his child. He then got on his knees and started messing with the amp that was right at my feet. He stuck his hands out for the wires, so I handed them to him. He gave me a smile. “Thank you y/n.” Then he winked.
I knew it probably meant nothing but I had a cluster of butterflies in my stomach from that split second action. I then noticed something that he does when he concentrates. He sticks out his tongue, just the tiniest bit. It was cute, and it made me smile.
Eddie looked up at me and could tell I was doing some thinking.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
I just looked at him with a smile.
“Where’s the penny?”
Eddie was now sitting next to me strumming his guitar, not really playing anything.
“Eddie, do you have anything to eat or drink?”
He said “If you can find anything you can have it.” as he gestured to the kitchen.
So I got up and started rummaging through the fridge. He basically only had condiments and a few things that I’m sure have gone bad. But I did find a Dr. Pepper, so that was my drink. Now food. I started going through the cabinets. I closed one and then I realized something, it was quiet, there was no more guitar strumming. So I slowly turned around to face Eddie. He was just looking at me, watching me look for food.
“Do we have a problem, Munson?
“No, no, no. Not a problem here.”
Here came the shit eating grin.
“Well instead of staring, can you come help me? If I don’t get food we’re gonna have to go somewhere. I’m not gonna let the munchies get any worse.”
He got up and sat his precious guitar down slowly, then made his way to the cabinets next to me. He started going through the ones in front of him. I went through the last few in front of me.
No luck.
“Shit Munson, how do you survive?” I said as I took a sip of my drink.
“Sorry princess, I didn’t know I would be having company.”
Princess?
Okay, he’s fucking with me right.
Whatever.
“Ugh, shut up. Let me think…Are you okay to drive? Cause if so we could just go to my place, it's cluttered with boxes, but I know we have food.”
“I can drive,” he said.
“Good, let’s go!”
I walked past Eddie and I could just feel his eyes on me. I took a quick glance back, and sure enough he was staring. He was looking me up and down, until he noticed I was looking back at him.
“Does Mr. Munson have a staring problem? You know I might know a guy who can help that. But he charges big bucks.”
“Nah, I don’t think it’s a problem. I like staring at beautiful things…”
Wait did he…No way.
He had that smirk again, but it was a little different now. I don’t know how but it was hot.
“Oh shut up, let’s go please.”
“Yes ma’am.”
As we walk out the door I’m surprised. It’s so fucking dark.
“How late is it, how long have we been here?”
I turned to Eddie and he looked at his watch.
“It’s only seven. It’s been getting dark pretty early around here though. Do you have a curfew or something?” he asked.
“Nah, it’s just, my dad doesn’t know where I am. But he still might be at work. It’s whatever. Let’s just go to my place and I’ll get my car at school tomorrow.”
“Anything you say princess.”
Okay so he meant something with it last time.
He ran to his van passenger side door and opened it for me just like before.
As he walked to the other side, I wondered if Eddie was growing a crush on me, just as I was on him. Or is he truly just fucking with me.
I pray to god it’s the first one.
Authors Note: I love a good fucking pet name. There are many more to come.
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