#because i’m not a complete dumbass and i have seen the movie
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LETTING YOU GO… SIKE | YJH
cw - yandere behavior, possessiveness, blackmail, manipulation, oral sex (f) unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie
– original request
∘₊✧─── 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ───✧₊∘
bestie!jeonghan is the person you trust the most in this world. he was there for every major event in your life — first day of high school, first crush, first heartbreak, graduating from college, and so on. he’s always attentive to your needs and puts you first in his life. you think maybe this is why you’re so attached to him.
other people see it. how could they not when you two are constantly all over each other? bestie!jeonghan is naturally affectionate and doting so it’s only natural for him to always give you back hugs and let you sit on his lap while he whispers into your ear and makes you laugh. it’s cute — for those that aren’t interested in you, at least.
it’s different when you start to date a guy who tells you that the relationship with your best friend isn’t normal. you start to question it, and think that maybe it is a little inappropriate to be so touchy with him while you were dating someone. distancing yourself isn’t easy, especially because it’s hard to think about a life where bestie!jeonghan isn’t as present as he always is.
regardless of your hesitance, you start to distance yourself from your best friend. it’s nothing personal. that’s what you tell him, anyway. bestie!jeonghan respects your wishes even though he knows the stupid idea isn’t yours. he knows good and well that it came from the idiot that’s jealous of how much you love him.
but he’ll rectify that, and fast.
bestie!jeonghan is sly with how he coincidentally runs into you. he acts surprised and skittish, ready to run off as if you don’t want to see him. of course, you believe his act easily. he has to stop himself from smirking when you grab his sweater and beg him to not run away from you.
it takes one conversation for you invite him back to your house. bestie!jeonghan notices that your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you two sit on your couch to talk. now as you’re sitting with your best friend again, it’s like all your walls crumble. once again you confide in him about your concerns that the guy you’re seeing isn’t being completely honest with you. apparently, he’s been acting secretive and distant lately.
his performance is comparable to all the actors in movies and tv shows he’s seen. it’s easy for him to pretend like he’s upset for you, but in reality he can’t be happier that his plans have finally come together. if that dumbass you were dating was acting distant, it’s because bestie!jeonghan had kindly informed him that he knew about his salacious past. he had receipts about all the lies he told in order to get close to you.
“baby, you don’t need anyone like that in your life.” jeonghan says as he pulls you in for a hug.
your familiar scent invades his senses and makes his cock twitch. he feels his heart swell as you cling to him like your life depends on it. as bestie!jeonghan caresses your head, you can’t help but think that you should’ve never distanced yourself from him for some guy who clearly wasn’t who you thought. you pull back from the hug with a remorseful expression.
“hannie.” you say, voice wobbling like your bottom lip. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have listened to him when he said i should spend less time with you. please forgive me.”
bestie!jeonghan is rock hard at this point. of course he was going to forgive you. how could he not? it’s not your fault that sleazy creep had sunk his claws into you. he’s knows that you’re too kind and trusting to see people for who they are. but now he’ll make sure no one ever takes advantage of you again.
“of course i forgive you, baby.” jeonghan says softly as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek. his thumb gently caresses the soft skin as he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. “i’ll always forgive you.”
his sincerity is all it takes for the feelings you’ve been subconsciously suppressing to push through the surface at full force. your lips are on his before you can think twice. bestie!jeonghan moans into your mouth as he tugs you on his lap. you gasp into his mouth when you feel his erection pressing against your covered pussy.
it feels like you’ve gone and died to heaven when you end up naked on your bed with bestie!jeonghan’s tongue fucking into your cunt. he’s moaning into your heat like he can’t get enough of you, which he can’t. he’s addicted to your sweet taste, licking and sucking every centimeter of your pussy gluttonously. you’re thighs are trembling around his head already, the knot in your belly about to snap.
“such a pretty little pussy.” jeonghan groans as his tongue circles and flicks your clit. “so sweet.”
“fu-fuck. hannie!”
bestie!jeonghan moans along with you as you cum all over his face. stars paint your eyelids the longer his tongue fucks you through your intense orgasm. he laps up every last drop like a parched man who’s finally getting to drink from an oasis.
you feel like you’re floating on a cloud when your best friend teases his leaking cock against your folds. he’s smiling at you adoringly that you can’t help but buck your hips up so he can give you what you want. as usual bestie!jeonghan is quick to give in. he shoves his cock inside you with a powerful thrust. you arch your back, mouth falling open with a wanton moan.
“oh fuck!” you cry out as jeonghan starts to pound his cock into your pussy. “y-you’re so fucking big!”
this time, bestie!jeonghan doesn’t bother to hide his smirk. you’re making the prettiest noises and gripping him so tightly. this is better than the fantasies his mind had dreamt up. your juices are leaking out of you and covering his entire cock. he can’t get enough of the filthy sight, and his only regret is that he didn’t do this sooner.
“your tight little pussy can take it.” jeonhan coos as his big dick splits you open. “fuck, baby. you were made to take this cock.”
you’re not sure why his words turn you on so much, but they do. the wet squelching coming from your pussy is almost drowned out by moans and groans. you’re almost delirious when he leans down to shove his tongue into your mouth. bestie!jeonghan licks everywhere, wanting to taste every inch of you.
he pulls away, looking more ravenous than he ever has. “god, just look at you. already gone dumb on my cock.” his hips start to snap harder. “only i can fuck you this good. tell me.”
“only you, hannie!” you cry out as your orgasm hits you abruptly.
bestie!jeonghan moans along with you. the pretty sight of you cumming on his cock triggering his own orgasm. he spills thick ropes of cum inside you, painting your velvety walls white. he gives you a sloppy kiss as he slowly fucks it deeper inside you.
he feels sated and satisfied even when you’re laying naked in each other’s arms. the silence is comforting, and in his victory he allows himself to be a little arrogant. bestiejeonghan can’t resist sending a picture of you two to that fool who thought he could come between you. he’s probably already out of town as was suggested to him. but it’s for the best because now he would never have to think about letting you go ever again.
#kumawaii.exe#midnight.hourz#jeonghan smut#svt smut#yoon jeonghan smut#seventeen smut#jeonghan x reader#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#jeonghan fic#svt fic#jeonghan imagine#svt imagine
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pick a side or i’ll pick you both.
ghostface!eddie x ghostface!femreader x steve
oh there is murder, there is adultery, there is smut. there’s just about every major sin. (oh and will byers is dead :/)
she nods frantically, eyes wide with fear. it’s like fucking crack. you’d love to see how much you could get her to squirm. beg for your forgiveness. but you were aware the more you prolonged this, the more you risked getting caught.
or you and eddie become partners in crime. how wrong could it go?
a/n: cooking up a part two to this already, i really could’ve just gone on and on but it was already rather long so thought i’d split it.
part one. | part two. | epilogue.
‘i want to wrap my hands around her fucking neck,’ you spit, narrowed eyes on the image of your boyfriend and nancy wheeler giggling, awfully close. to one another.
eddie let’s out a maniacal laugh, leaning over towards you, ‘why don’t you?’
you break your glare and look at him, ‘because it’s illegal, dumbass.’
‘and?’ he dips his head, suddenly straight faced, fortunately it was only the pair of you on the table.
‘don’t tempt me,’ you push back, tilting your head at him, still not taking him entirely seriously.
‘you’ve seen those movies, right? psycho killer.. kills all the teens.. that sorta shit.’
‘yeah.. and they always get caught at the end of it.. not really selling it for me, munson,’ you look back at nancy and steve, still batting her sickly doll eyes at him.
eddie follows your eyes, ‘that’s the thing.. we wouldn’t, it’s basically the perfect crime, mask up.. leave no trace, unbeatable.’
you relent, giving him the benefit of the doubt, ‘okay.. say we do this, then what? just go on to the live the rest of our lives? live with the thought of what we’ve done?’
‘yeah,’ he nods enthusiastically, ‘or.. you might find you enjoy it.. and we go on a crazy killing spree.’
‘i don’t think so.. you really think we could do this? and be fucking serious eddie.’
‘deathly serious,’ he chuckles, ‘you’re actually down?’
‘i’m not saying i’m down.. i’d just like to hear more of this amazing plan, and then i’ll decide,’ you nod, was killing nancy really an option?
knowing eddie he was one hundred percent joking, some elaborate prank to embarrass you or to get you in on some weird drug peddling scheme.
though, the thought of nancy just permanently being gone was incredibly tempting, and say that eddie was being serious.. why would you not do it?
‘come by my trailer later, we can talk about it properly,’ his eyes shoot up, ‘heads up.. your communal boyfriend is coming.’
he sits back in his sit properly as steve joins the table, sliding into the seat next to you, ‘hey baby,’ his arm coming to rest around your waist.
you’re oddly quiet for the rest of lunch, contemplating whether to follow eddie into this insane plan. spending the rest of your life in jail wasn’t exactly how you’d planned but on the flip side, not having a third wheel for the entirety of your relationship sounded just heavenly.
-
turns out, eddie’s plan wasn’t totally shit. he’d ran through the entire thing, detailed plans on how it would go down. complete anonymity thanks to his cheap silicone halloween masks and the large black robe that would cover your entire body.
you’d had to bring him back down to earth a couple times, reminding him that neither of you were exactly a reincarnation of bundy.
‘so you wanna do it?’ he cocks his head, looking down at you perched on the earth sofa.
he’d jumped up halfway through his pitch, gesturing wildly and getting over excited, practically shaking as he walked you through his steps.
you bite down on your bottom lip, could you really kill someone? was it even possible to live with that guilt for the rest of your life?
the image of nancy batting her long eyelashes at steve flashes through your mind. and the urge to strangle her comes flooding back, previous thoughts drowned out with the new picture of your hands wrapped around her neck as she squirms beneath you.
‘let’s do it,’ you affirm, eddie nearly jumps for joy at the confirmation.
‘now?’ he asks, resuming his position on the couch.
‘no.. don’t be stupid,’ you ponder, you weren’t all too familiar with nancy’s schedule but you could most definitely find out, ‘nancy’s mom is in the pta.. they meet on wednesday’s.. so we know she’s out then..’
‘okay.. that’s good, i say we strike on wednesday.. mommy will be out, her dad’s a fucking loser, drinks in the same bar as my uncle and he’s always going on about how much he hates his life.’
you nod, formulating the perfect plan. how and when you would strike. it wasn’t going to easy of course, but you knew it would be worth it.
steve had accidentally let slip that he used to climb through her bedroom window, complaining that he couldn’t do that at your house. he caught a well deserved attitude for that one.
‘the window.. we go through the window,’ you grimace, ‘that’s how steve used to get in.’
eddie makes a whistling sound but doesn’t elaborate. you sit in his trailer for the rest of the night, working out timings, weapons and whatever other tiny, seemingly meaningless details that you could not fuck up.
-
you were nervous, unsure if you were about to commit to the worst decision of your life. but on the ride over, eddie makes sure to remind you of her disgusting pout, the small, seemingly innocent touches to steve’s arm and that stupid baby voice she put on in every conversation.
you’re angry all over again. sick to your stomach that she’d even have the audacity to act like that with your boyfriend. especially when her own boyfriend looked on in sad despair.
fucking cunt.
you’d taken your moms car, as to not draw suspicions in eddie’s ratty van. parking just down the street with all the other fancy cars.
eddie runs through the plan once more, ensuring that you understood. go in through the window, muzzle her and then you could do whatever the hell you’d wanted.
the masks smelt disgusting, like rubber and plastic and it was particularly hot under the extra layers.
eddie hoists himself up first, reaching down to grab onto your hand, landing on the slanted side roof.
he slinks over to the window, looking in before motioning for you to join him. she wasn’t in there. perfect opportunity to get in and hide somewhere.
‘open the window then, jackass,’ you hiss, nudging him.
it doesn’t open at first and you peer around hoping no nosy neighbours had decided to stick their nose out. you were pretty much hidden in the darkness but you couldn’t be too sure.
he finally gets it open, not without a struggle and hops in, turning to help you get through.
you glance around her room, all perfect and quaint. there’s a photo booth reel of her and steve still tucked into her mirror and you roll your eyes at the images of them grinning and laughing. the last one of him kissing her on the cheek particularly infuriates you.
‘fucking hide,’ eddie spits, taking position behind her door.
you flip him the finger, lingering on the photo and debating whether to rip it into pieces on her floor. perhaps that was too obvious.
you perch on all fours behind her bed, cursing under your breath as the synthetic material of the robe itches your arms.
you’re unsure how long you sit there waiting. it had to have been a good twenty minutes before you hear the stairs creak and you look at eddie one last time before ducking down properly.
the door opens and promptly shuts, a muffled high pitch squeal comes from that direction and you assume eddie had done his part.
you stand up finally, watching as nancy struggles with eddie’s hand clamped over her mouth, the other arm keeping her arms contained behind her back.
she can’t see it but you’re smirking, slowly walking over to the pair. eddie had had the common sense to lock her door before attacking.
‘shut up,’ you bark as she thrashes around, obviously trying to scream through his hand.
no where near loud enough for anyone else to hear, thankfully.
her eyes widen at the obvious recognition of your voice and she subdues for a second, chest heaving.
‘i know what you are nancy wheeler,’ pointing the knife edge to her throat, not enough pressure to really hurt her, but she starts panting, tears leaking out of her eyes.
you’re close enough to see every last expression on her face.
‘you’re a slut,’ you snarl, ‘you should’ve just listened when i told you to fuck off,’ tilting your head.
the sight of her so panicked only fuelling your rage. her tears drenching eddie’s gloved hand.
‘fucking do it,’ he snaps, almost struggling to contain her.
she must have gotten out of his grip slightly, her hand reaching around to claw at your arm. causing a hushed fuck out of your mouth. you return the knife to her throat, pushing harder than before as eddie reclaims full control of her arms.
‘you wanna apologise nancy?’ you glower through the mask, jaw tense, ‘apologise for being so obsessed with my boyfriend?’
she nods frantically, eyes wide with fear. it’s like fucking crack. you’d love to see how much you could get her to squirm. beg for your forgiveness. but you were aware the more you prolonged this, the more you risked getting caught.
‘too late,’ you hiss, slashing the knife across her throat, spurts of red blood come pouring out and eddie let’s go, her body falling to the floor.
‘holy shit,’ he breathes, watching as the life drains from her face, helpless gasps of her last breaths come out of her mouth.
you don’t move. frozen in place as the carpet slowly turns a dark shade of red. she eventually stops moving, eyes still wide and no longer blinking.
‘we need to go, now,’ eddie tugs on your hand.
but your eyes don’t move from her body, watching even as you climb out of the window. in a state of shock as you sprint back to your mom’a abandoned car.
eddie gets in, discarding the mask on the back seat and putting his foot to the floor to get out of there.
you don’t say a word. mouth open as you blankly watch the moving road.
‘you okay over there?’ he questions, slightly worried at your lack of response, ‘give me something here,’ his eyes dart between you and the road, flashing you a worried look.
but it wasn’t regret. no. you’d liked it. the feeling of being so powerful that you could take a life.
you catch your breath, throwing your mask into the back with his, looking over at eddie at last.
‘that was.. insane,’ you shudder, a large grin overtaking your face.
eddie bangs on the steering wheel, matching your smile, ‘holy shit, i thought you were freaking out on me.’
you reel for a second, fully taking in the entire event. how good it felt to see the blood gushing out of nancy. the colour draining from her face. knowing that she could no longer get in the way of your relationship.
-
you’d heard through steve that jonathan byers had been in questioning all night. as nancy’s current past boyfriend it was the obvious place to turn to.
you’re sat in the courtyard with steve, eddie and robin, consoling your boyfriend and trying your hardest to appear condoling.
there were cop cars littered outside of the school, slowly making their way through the register and interviewing each and every student. it’s a horrible feeling but you can’t help it. the swelling feeling of pride in your chest. satisfied that not a single person had suspected you.
steve had already been interviewed, fast tracked due to his previous relationship, ‘they said she didn’t fight back..’ he sighs and your hand comes up to rub his back, ‘i just hope she wasn’t in pain.’
the still stinging scratch down your forearm would suggest differently, but you just pull your shirtsleeve further down, nodding at his pathetic pining.
‘it was probably some psycho,’ robin shakes her head, ‘targeting lone women.. maybe we’re next,’ she looks at you, wide-eyed.
‘don’t say that shit,’ steve spits, scowling at her.
‘i’m just saying.. it’s a very real possibility,’ she replies, although she admits defeat and hangs her head, picking at her nails.
‘i don’t think so.. it was probably just a freak event.. we’ll be okay,’ you nod, glancing at eddie who was uncharacteristically quiet.
‘man, i just can’t believe it..’ steve mopes, clutching onto your hand.
if you’d known he was going to be such a sad sack of shit maybe you wouldn’t have done it. you’d done this for him. for your relationship. he needed to realise that this was for the better. though, now you could at least be the one to make him feel better. eventually he’d get over it.
maybe you’d have to kill him next if he couldn’t get a damn grip.
a group of girls walk past, talking loudly about jonathan being released, he’d been at work at the movie theatre all night. for a second you’re disappointed, now they were definitely still on the hunt for the killer.
accusations turn to sympathetic voices, pitying the poor boy. you hadn’t really thought of this aspect. gotta be shit to lose your brother and girlfriend and be accused of killing them both.
‘did you hear that? byer’s has been released.. that means they’re still out there,’ eddie speaks up, raising his eyebrows.
‘they’ll find him, they have to. it can’t be that hard in this tiny town,’ steve frowns.
‘him? how’d you know it’s a him?’ eddie adds and if looks could kill, he’d have been keeled over on the floor in an instant.
‘i don’t, asshole.. just assuming,’ your boyfriend sniffs, now being the one to glare at eddie.
the bell rings and you snap to attention, standing from the small bench you’d all been gathered on, ‘i’ll see you at lunch?’ standing on your tiptoes to reach steve’s face.
he nods, giving you a small smile. you take it because it is a hell of a lot better than that sad pout he’d had plastered on his face.
‘try not to think about it,’ leaving a soft kiss on his cheek and breaking away from the group, heading towards your class.
there’s loud footsteps following behind and then suddenly eddie is right next to you, smirking.
‘you’re a fucking idiot, how’d you know it’s a him,’ you mimic in hushed tones.
‘oh c’mon.. your blessed boyfriend is not that smart,’ eddie snarks, baring his teeth with that psychotic smile.
‘wipe that fucking grin off your face.. you look guilty as fuck,’ you hit back, looking at the surrounding students and just praying none of them noticed.
‘hey..’ he reaches out to touch your arm, ‘we did it, didn’t we? stop worrying, no one suspects a thing,’ he whispers, following you into the building.
‘yeah we hope,’ you snap, ‘you better pray your plan worked.. i’m too fucking pretty to go to jail,’ storming away from him and into the classroom.
he watches you leave, a small smirk on his lips before skulking into his own classroom.
-
‘you gonna protect me from the big scary murderer stevie?’ you breathe, leaving soft kisses along his jaw.
you’d gone over to steve’s house under the guise of keeping him company, and maybe to get laid. and after a feeble attempt to do homework, you’d found yourself on his lap, lazily making out.
he pauses for a second, internally debating whether being so horny just days after his ex-girlfriend was brutally murdered was perhaps too far.
it doesn’t take much convincing though as your hips grind against his, sucking the skin on his neck. soft groans tumbling out of his parting lips.
he pulls his head back before kissing you, his hands finally grip onto your exposed thighs. a low moan rumbles into your mouth, his hands slide under your skirt.
your fingers tangle into his hair, continuing to move your hips against him, ‘y’want me to make you feel better baby?’
‘mmhmm,’ he whines, pushing your skirt up and exposing your ass, ‘please baby,’ practically begging as you reach down to feel his growing erection.
just as you were about to unzip his bulging jeans, there’s a bang from somewhere outside, he freezes, ‘did you hear that?’ mumbling against your cheek.
‘it’s just the wind, steve,’ you moan back, still palming him through his jeans.
‘no.. no, that wasn’t.. wait,’ he gently pushes you away from him, ‘someone’s outside,’ he sits up from the couch, still holding onto your thighs.
‘there’s no one outside.. c’mon steve,’ you pout, grasping his shoulders.
you knew damn well that the murderer wasn’t outside, she was sat right on his lap for christ’s sake.
before you can regain his attention, another bang happens, right on his living room window.
his head snaps to you, ‘i fucking told you..’ his eyes are wide, full of worry that he was about to meet a similar fate to nancy, ‘he’s here.’
you’re pushed off of his lap, landing in the spot next to him on the couch, desperately trying to pull your skirt back down.
‘i’m telling you.. there’s no one here,’ well, there could be, but you definitely had nothing to do with it this time.
steve stands, panicked, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a rather large knife. he looked quite comical really, wielding a kitchen knife accompanying his raging boner.
you roll your eyes, not impressed by his heroic stance against the wind.
something knocks at the back door and steve spins on his heel, ‘i’ve got a knife! i’m not afraid to use it!’ screeching at the glass.
he gingerly walks over to the door, knuckles white as he grips onto the handle. it’s at that point you hear the all too familiar cackle.
fucking eddie.
he finally makes his appearance, waving at him from the glass. steve drops the knife, cussing eddie out as he unlocks the door for him.
‘dude, what the fuck?’ he screams as eddie saunters in, grinning.
‘oh come on.. you weren’t really scared?’ he looks at the discarded knife, and then to your boyfriends semi, ‘that’s kinda weird, dude.. but whatever you’re into i guess.’
‘fuck off, what are you even doing here?’ steve grills him, and you join him in the kitchen, holding onto steve’s arm.
‘i came to teach you kids about the first rule of horror.. never have sex, how fucking stupid are you?’ eddie chuckles, you stare daggers into him.
steve sighs, leaning back against the counter, ‘you’re an asshole man, i thought we were about to be next! where’d you learn comedy? psycho school?’
‘yeah, eddie. so not funny,’ you frown, attempting to signal for him to leave.
‘hey, i couldn’t let you guys get killed, could i? y’know there’s a scary killer out there,’ he smirks, opening the fridge and retrieving one of steve’s dads beers, promptly cracking it open on his teeth.
‘jesus- i’m gonna get changed.. make yourself at home,’ steve grumbles, slinking off from the kitchen.
‘what’d you cum in your pants or something?’ eddie bellows, watching as you check steve had actually gone upstairs.
you rush over to him, punching his arm and causing a tidal wave of beer to flow out of the bottle, ‘you’re a fucking asshole,’ you hiss, quiet enough.
‘sorry princess, guess you’ll have to get your rocks off some other time,’ he smirks, taking another large swig.
you huff, ‘i’ll fucking kill you next.. don’t think i won’t,’ warning him with wide eyes, retrieving the knife and waving it about vaguely in his direction.
‘yeah yeah.. nice panties by the way, really enjoyed the show,’ licking his bottom lip.
you slide the knife back into the wooden block, spinning to glare at him again. before you can insult his entire family line, you’re interrupted by steve coming back into the kitchen, now in a pair of grey sweatpants.
‘you’re a real asshole, dude.. i could’ve stabbed you,’ he mumbles, getting himself a beer.
‘yeah yeah, i’ve just had an earful from her.. don’t need another one,’ eddie replies, scouring steve’s cupboards.
it’s enraging you. the indistinguishable fury rising in your stomach. if steve hadn’t come and saved his life, you might have just killed him then and there.
‘what’re we doing then? movie?’ eddie laughs, walking past you and into the living, settling right into the spot where you and steve had just disgraced his sofa.
steve follows, flashing you a small smile and a sarcastic eye roll. that pisses you off too.
why couldn’t he just tell him to get the fuck out? be a man. i’m fucking my girlfriend here man. time to go. but he doesn’t. he sits on the other loveseat, gesturing for you to join him.
eddie picks some god awful slasher film to watch, making sure to point out exactly where you and steve had gone wrong.
you’re seething with rage every time his mouth opens, not even bothering to pay attention to the film and instead willing him to blow up with your mind.
when the movie finishes, eddie stands and dramatically yawns, looking at his watch, ‘it’s getting late.. i’ll give you a ride home,’ he nods at you, if you hadn’t seen it before you would’ve missed his sarcastic smirk.
steve nods in agreement, ‘it’s on the way.. i’ll see you at school tomorrow?’ hand sliding down your back.
you grin and bare it. gritting your teeth as you get your bag. feeling both of their eyes on your thighs and you bend down to collect your belongings.
you’re sure to practically make out with steve on the doorstep, leaving a solemn last kiss to his neck as you trundle over to eddie’s rusty old van.
it’s only when you’re halfway down the road that you explode, ‘what the actual fuck is wrong with you?’
eddie responds with that same maniacal laughter, ‘banging his hand onto the steering wheel, ‘awh, did someone get cockblocked? sucks.’
‘i don’t think you understand, i will fucking kill you.. you’ve seen the goddamn proof,’ you grit, turned to face him.
‘good, keep that rage!’ he balls his hand into a fist, ‘we’re gonna need it.’
‘what the fuck are you talking about?’
‘carver. it’s happening, tonight,’ he grins, going the complete opposite way to your house.
‘no the fuck it is not, are you crazy? there’s not- we don’t even have a plan! you just gonna walk in there and gut him?’ you scream, flabbergasted at his frankly insane suggestion.
‘’hmm, basically,’ he nods, ‘calm down sweetheart.. shit’s in the back.. perfect alibi.. what could go wrong?’
-
a lot. apparently.
first of all, eddie had neglected to mention you’d be going to jason’s mansion to off him. or that his parents would be home.
he’d had to park miles away and you’d skulked through the forest backing onto his property for what seemed like hours before you reached the gigantic house.
secondly, eddie had planned to slip through his window and just slash his throat in his sleep. not taking into account that he might not be asleep and still sat at his desk, stressing over some math problem.
‘now what do we do? huh, genius?’ you spat, watching the illuminated window.
‘just.. fuck, just follow me,’ he hissed, leading the way across the large garden.
perhaps wearing your shortest, sluttiest skirt to a murder was the wrong idea. but, in your defence this was definitely not supposed to happen tonight.
eddie gestured for you to clamber up first, but you aren’t stupid, slapping his arm, ‘not a chance, pervert,’ you hissed, met with a smug smile as he reluctantly climbed up onto the awning.
you were supposed to serve as distraction, knock on the window, get him to let you inside and then eddie would swoop in and finish him off.
mumbling something about the killer. his light was on. no- no parents. and you were in.
solid plan. if it weren’t for the fact that eddie is a fucking idiot. he tumbles through the window, landing on jason’s floor with a thud. he looked like a damn goof with the mask on, now crooked and quite comical.
‘wha- what the fuck is going on?’ jason stammers, backing away from you.
‘jesus christ, can you do anything right?’ you sigh, dragging eddie from the floor, already making your way back to the window.
there’s a muffled scream and a horrid squelching sound, jason’s body crashing to the ground and then you’re hurried back through the window. scraping your knee on the brickwork on the way down.
you can’t stifle the laugh as eddie pulls you back through the trees, tripping over branches in the barely lit forest.
one would say that you were addicted. the thrill. the excitement of knowing exactly what you’d just done and subsequently gotten away with. there was not a chance in hell anyone would ever suspect the two of you.
after the initial glow had worn off and you’d come back down to earth sat in eddie’s van, you turn to look at him, ‘i really am done now.. we can’t do this again.’
‘whaaat?’ he glances at you, ‘the fun’s just starting sweetheart, plenty more assholes to off in this town,’ his eyes are wide, dark.
‘no.. that’s it, count me out of whatever you have planned next,’ you assert, running fingers through your hair in an attempt to look slightly more presentable.
he scoffs, ‘i don’t believe you, you love it,’ his eyes are back on you, ‘i saw you back there.. fucking grinning like a cheshire cat, don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it.’
‘i’m not saying i didn’t enjoy it.. we just, we’re not off the hook yet, i don’t wanna go to prison because you got too stab happy,’ you jab back, applying another layer of lipgloss in the small visor mirror.
‘we’re not going to prison, no one has a fucking clue it’s us,’ he grins, pulling into your street.
‘you don’t know that,’ you sigh, grabbing your handbag from the floor, ‘i think we should just.. slow down a little.. y’know, do it when it’s necessary.’
‘where’s the fun in that?’ he says, stopping outside of your house.
before you can get out he reaches over, stopping the door from fully opening, ‘one more.. and then we can stop.. do it on your terms.’
you pause, glaring at him and the little optimistic grin on his face, ‘fine,’ you huff, ‘who’s the unfortunate guy?’
‘principal higgins.. that wrinkly fuck is the only reason i’m still in high school, i think he’s more than deserving.’
‘right, you got an actual plan this time or are we just going in fucking bareback?’
‘oh no, i’ve got the perfect plan,’ he taps the side of his head, ‘up here.. we can talk more tomorrow.. i just needed you on my side.’
‘well, i am, can i go now?’ you glance down at his hand still holding onto the plastic handle.
he sits back in his seat, ‘yeah, meet me before school.. i’ll run you through it.’
‘right, goodnight psycho,’ you call as you hop down from the van, slamming the door shut.
he watches from the window as you disappear through the door and then speeds off into the night.
-
higgins went off without a hitch. kind of. it had been a friday night and eddie already knew he’d still be at the school doing god knows what.
he’d wanted to really torture him. make him beg for forgiveness, draw it out for as long as possible but you’d reminded him that the small town was absolutely crawling with cops and news crews and perhaps it wasn’t the best idea.
he has his fun though. receiving a personal apology for all the times he’d fucked eddie over. for making him retake all those years.
you suppose it was a little satisfying. that prick had given you enough detentions and notes home for inappropriate clothing choices so you enjoyed watching him squirm for a while.
but eddie does what eddie does and got far too cocky, taking off his mask and having higgins perform this whole boot kissing ritual and you’d just about had enough. getting ready to dip as soon as he’d done it.
there was a faint vacuuming sound from the hall and you realise the janitor was also probably still here, hissing for eddie to just hurry the fuck up.
he does. eventually. the most evil laugh erupting from his throat as he plunges the knife into his back, a horrid sputtering sound as he chokes for his last few breaths.
eddie gets the last few kicks in, slamming his head into desk. and then starts rooting around the large filing cabinet.
‘what are you doing?’ you asked, itching to just get the fuck out of there.
‘i want my file, i wanna see all the shit he’s put in there,’ he replied, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth.
‘are you thick? and when they go through the files and yours is missing, you think they’ll just ignore that?’
‘ahh shit,’ he frowned, looking at you and nodding before slamming the metal drawer closed.
you shake your head before opening his office door, ‘put your mask back on before anyone sees us.’
and thank fuck you did. you were almost out of the school when the very janitor you’d heard cleaning earlier turns the corner, spotting the pair of you before you dash out of the doors. pulling eddie behind you and into the car.
you had definitely broken the speed limit on the drive back to eddie’s trailer, chest heaving. you were becoming far too accustomed to this feeling. finding too much joy in taking away someone else’s life.
the added thrill of almost being caught not helping your pounding heart. knowing that you were just this close to being seen.
eddie’s rambling on in the passenger seat, gloating about the look the old man’s face, the sheer terror he had instilled in the grown man. killing him in the very office where he had told eddie that he was being held back once again.
you pull up on the gravel outside his trailer, the trailer park was always a ghost town, the residents always at work or sleeping for their night shift. there was no worry anyone would catch you here.
you follow him into the metal building, head fuzzy with excitement, that dizzy feeling ringing through your entire body.
‘holy fuck,’ you exhale, almost vibrating with excitement.
his pupils are blown out, staring straight into yours. and in a swift motion, before you can even think about what was happening, his lips are pressed to yours, fingers digging into your hip as you’re pushed back into the long cabinet.
you weren’t even really aware that you were kissing him back, a mess of teeth and tongues, your arms snake around his neck, using his body for balance as you’re walked back into the tiny kitchen area.
there’s a loud clattering as the counter top is cleared, kitchen appliances crash to the ground in one fell swoop of eddie’s arm and then you’re being hoisted onto the counter, still making sloppy contact with his lips.
you’re not even thinking. there’s no time to as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, skirt hiked up over your thighs by his ringed hands. one arm is still hooked around his shoulder while the other grips onto the marble surface, giving some stability.
he burrows his face into the crook of your neck, just barely yanking his jeans and in turn, his boxers down before pulling your red panties to the side.
‘you wanna?’ he pants into your neck, and you nod quickly in response.
he wastes no time before slipping into your already soaked entrance, groaning as his fingernails dig into the skin of your thighs.
‘jesus fuck,’ he grunts, setting a steady pace, the cold feeling of his ringed fingers sliding up your thighs.
your legs hold him in place, face pressed into the shoulder of his denim jacket, the knob of the cabinet behind digs into your spine but the pleasure overrides the ache.
it’s animalistic, his thrusts are hard and deep, a plethora of hoarse grunts fall from his lips. one hand creeps up, thumb circling your clit, eliciting the most disgusting pornographic sound to rise from your throat.
this only encourages him, filthy sounds of his skin against yours fill the trailer. you were sure anyone outside could see the damn thing rocking.
‘fuuck,’ you moan through gritted teeth as his thumb continues to draw patterns on your clit. the familiar tight feeling in your core begins to rise.
the rhythmic sound of his knee banging into the cabinet door below you as he mumbles incoherent curse words into the air. his nails begin to sting, making indentations in your thighs as he bears his own high.
‘i’m gonna- fuck,’ you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the coil snaps, clenching around him as your legs tremble.
‘jesus,’ he pants, a solid few final thrusts as he reaches his own orgasm, sweaty forehead stuck in the curve of your neck.
you stay in that position for a moment, panting together. as you both come back down to earth, he pulls away, fiddling with the zip on his jeans.
you hop down from the counter, readjusting your own underwear, staring at the ugly tiles on the floor.
‘i have a boyfriend,’ you remark, as if you’d only just remembered. as if you hadn’t literally killed for him.
eddie scoffs, wiping a hand down his face, ‘pretty stupid thing to say when my cum is running down your leg.’
you squeeze your legs together in response, smoothing down your skirt and screwing up your face at him, ‘this stays between us.. no one ever has to know, okay?’
‘calm down, darlin’, i was hardly about to go running to tell steve that i’ve just fucked his girlfriend,’ he laughs, fixing the waistband of his boxers and walking into the hallway to his room.
you stare blankly, wondering what the hell he was up to now. you’d just defamed his kitchen and he’s just walked off?
he re-emerges, holding a small bag of weed, ‘you wanna smoke?’
‘no,’ you reply flatly, ‘i’m gonna go.’
‘suit yourself,’ he raises his eyebrows before collapsing on the couch, beginning to roll up.
you walk over to the door, swinging it half open before pausing, ‘i mean it, eddie.. don’t say a thing,’ you spit before exiting, his reaction not necessary.
what the fuck is wrong with you?
-
‘you knew nancy, didn’t you?’ jonathan asks, looking up at you from across the table.
robin had graciously asked him to join you guys for lunch. you’d been a bit antsy about it, not sure how much you could lie to him about what you knew. you felt bad for him, after all, he’d lost both his brother and now his girlfriend.
she should’ve stayed the fuck out of your relationship then.
‘kinda i guess.. we weren’t really friends or anything,’ you shrug, brushing him off.
but his eyes don’t move, narrowed and glaring at you, ‘oh.. i thought you two spoke, nancy said you did,’ he continues.
you swallow, trying your hardest not to look nervous although you weren’t sure how well that was working.
‘a few times.. we were in a few classes together,’ giving a small smile, throw him off whatever scent he thinks he’s picked up.
he hums, ‘right.. i always thought it was a little strange.. you never seemed like you liked her,’ beady eyes on you.
‘of course i did- sorry, i don’t understand what you’re trying to say,’ frowning slightly, eternally grateful that robin was the only other person at the table and she wasn’t really paying attention.
‘i’m not saying anything, just trying to make some sense of it all,’ he glowers, dipping his head and finally taking the hint to stop talking.
he was onto you. you knew it. he knew it. actually, what the fuck does he know? nancy sure as hell never spoke about you, especially not in a positive light. you could guarantee that.
the others eventually join you, gossiping about higgins and the apparent horrific state he’d been found in. jonathan’s eyes do not relent. anytime you’d look up, it was a given that he would be staring. it’s like he’s trying to figure you out.
before he walks off to his next class, you pull eddie to the side, under the guise of some maths homework bull shit.
‘jonathan fucking knows,’ you say through gritted teeth, ensuring no one could hear you.
‘what are you talking about?’ he replies, shoving miscellaneous scraps of paper into his bag.
‘he fucking knows eddie,’ you eye the surrounding students, none of them interested in what you were saying.
‘i can guarantee you he doesn’t, how would he?’
‘i don’t know! he was asking me all these.. weird questions about nancy.. can you just trust me on this?’ you hiss, grabbing his sleeve as he turns to walk to his class.
he stops, looking down at you with questioning eyes, ‘you’re sure?’
‘like.. sixty percent.’
he sighs and your grip tightens, holding him in place, ‘that’s not very sure.’
‘i need you to find out what he knows.. please eddie,’ you plead, turning on your pouty face and jutting out your bottom lip.
‘what d’you want me to do? i’m not exactly friends with him.’
you pause for a moment, ‘tomorrow, at steve’s memorial party thing, get him drunk.. give him some of your fucking crack for all i care, i need you to find out,’ batting your wide eyes at him.
‘i don’t sell crack for starters..’ he exhales, ‘but fine.. i’ll try and get him to talk.’
the hallways had emptied at this point and you were late for your class, but you’d gotten what you wanted. without using plan b of a blowie everyday, thank god.
‘thank you,’ you breathe, releasing your grip on his hoodie sleeve, starting to slink off before he can say anything else.
the sicky feeling in your stomach only worsens, knowing what was inevitably had to come next.
#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve stranger things#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington angst#steve harrington x y/n#stranger things x you#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fanfic#eddie stranger things#eddie munson smut#eddie munson#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#ghostface!eddie#steve harrington x fem!reader#eddie munson x fem!reader smut
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Dumbass (Lesson Learned) || Kakashi x Reader
Takes place right after Naruto Shippuden: Will of Fire movie. Recommended to watch or get the plot of it
Warnings: death and suicide mention, bit of angst
Word Count: (1,038)
One would think that coming back from an assignment your worries would be over and done with for at least a day. You’d turn in your papers, go home, rest/recover, then go on another mission.
No.
The news you heard on your way back was “Kakashi Hatake has defected. Do not go after him.” A possible war breaking out between the villages was also looming over people’s heads.
Lady Tsunade was last seen by the border of Sunagakure and Konohagakure, weapons drawn and ready to strike just in case.
Upon arriving home, you did some more information gathering. The real reason why your boyfriend had left was because he decided the best course of action was to suicide bomb the enemy. Some comrades told you that recent news said the village nearly avoided the crisis by the skin of their teeth. Details on how are still pending as neither the Hokage or the other shinobi have come back yet.
Oh how lucky the silver haired shinobi’s best friend is still out on a long mission during the whole disaster. The man would have been shaken like a cocktail while being berated with a megaphone mouth nonstop for hours.
After a long day of wandering the streets, off in the distance, you spot everyone who attempted to stop Naruto and Sakura from saving Kakashi approach the gate. Your jaw clenches. His chakra signature was missing, but Naruto’s is there. You walk up, greeting all the kids forcing a smile. Everyone looked okay for the most part, but tired. Proud, but exhausted. It was when the sea of teens parted that your smile dropped.
Kakashi once again, barely able to walk due to his chakra almost completely depleted. On either side of him are his students helping him up. When his eye locks on to yours and the fabric of his mask wrinkles, signaling the man is giving you a sheepish smile.
Lava coursed through your veins. Your hands ball up into a fist besides your hips. Every muscle screamed to have you step forward and give him a knuckle sandwich. Release your inner Sakura. As much as you want to, you hold your ground.
“You know, for a genius, a goddamn prodigy, you’re an absolute fucking dumbass to pull a stunt like that!”
He chuckles, not saying anything. Whatever you had to yell at him was justified. God it’s embarrassing to have his partner reprimand him in front of a crowd. His students and friends no less.
“You really messed up, Kakashi-sensei.”
“I told you so, Kakashi-sensei, believe it.”
“Wow senpai, you and your partner's bond is really deep.”
“Yes, yes..”
A sigh makes its way past your lips, “I can take him to the hospital from here you two.”
“Are you sure?”
“Mhm. Go on ahead. You don’t need this old fart slowing you down. And Naruto~”
He flinches from his name being sung. The blonde makes eye contact, a bit of fear present in those bright blue eyes.
“Y-yeah?,” he responds, preparing himself to be scolded as well due to disobeying orders.
“Thank you for bringing him back. I’ll treat you to some ramen once you’re feeling better”
“HELL YEAH. I’m holding ya to it, believe it!”
The crowd scatters and you’re left half carrying your beloved to the same destination as the others to get patched up.
Minutes pass by in uncomfortable silence.
Should he apologize? Explain himself? Stay silent? Tell a tone deaf joke? What to say to you in this awkward time. Unsure of what words to give you, Kakashi settles on squeezing your shoulders as tight as he can. It’s not a lot considering his current condition but noticeable.
“You know I’m mad at you.”
Kakashi grunts in acknowledgment.
“But I’m more relieved that you made it back home.”
His muscles relax, putting more weight on you.
“I gotta ask. Are you.. feeling suicidal again?”
A cold black eye looks at you. A sharp pain shoots through Kakashi’s heart.
“No,” he whispers, “I promise. This wasn’t like that.”
“I see. Then why? Why resort to that? I looked home, there was no note. Nothing. Were you just going to leave me like that? They said you walked out the village in the middle of the night without a word.”
Each word wavered as it left your lips. He could tell you were trying to stay strong. Refusing to allow your legs to turn jello in order to make it to your destination. You choke down your tears.
That’s why he didn’t leave a message.
To write the truth and have you blame yourself for not coming home earlier and talk him out of the ridiculous plan that he came up. He couldn’t have that.
It pained him to imagine you crying and holding yourself responsible for something that was his own idea and apparently avoidable.
If Kakashi had died and the plan still failed, the guilt would have eaten you into nothing.
His breath hitched upon the thought.
You were supposed to hear the same reason that everyone else would have gotten. Lady Tsunade sent Kakashi Hatake to his death to save the village. It’s not a better alternative but the burden of blame you’d put upon yourself wouldn’t be as much had it been his own idea.
“I thought there was no other options. Clearly I was wrong. Can’t really promise it won’t happen again. I do apologize that I didn't say anything. I should've left something for you.”
You sigh. Of course he can’t promise something like that. Such things just come with the lifestyle. It’s the thought that counts, you suppose.
“It’s good you taught your students well. Despite that, you know. You abandoned that lesson for the village. Old habits die hard, it seems.”
“Yeah, tried to shoulder all of the responsibility and left my comrades behind—“
“When you didn’t have to! You have people to lean on.”
“Har, har.”
“I’m being serious, Mr. Hatake.” Your head shakes in disapproval. “Well, you clearly learned your lesson. I won’t talk your ear off anymore. Gai can do that for me when he comes back.”
“Actually, can you keep it a secret—“
“Absolutely not. Face the consequences of your actions.”
#kakashi hatake#kakashi x reader#0111.doc#naruto#Yahay! finally finished this one!#cw sui mention#this one not great#I don’t like it#but I got the brain rot out#there were too many aftermath scenarios I can think of#but none really coming to a conclusion#or any Progression that I liked#cw suicide mention
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Mafia blacks incorrect quotes pt 2:
Other mafia incorrect quotes
Characters:
M!Jeffery
M!Rabid @mafia-rabid-mercenary2
M!Dia @mafia-dia-smthidk
M!Bun @mafia-bun
M!Dash @the-mafia-bear
M!Moshieee @mafia-moshie
M!Kay @mafia-kay
All canon characters in this, as of recent times, for the blacks. I might do one including everyone’s favorite non canon characters if I get the time and people wanna see it. Remember that these are all just for the sillies.
Yeah dash is in these, but I made them a while ago.
That’s why this one is short, we have to cut out the traitor 💃 so I’m posting all the old ones so I can do the new ones and slander him.
••+^+••
M!Kay: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok?
M!Dia: Okay.
*later*
M!Bun: M!Dia! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble.
M!Kay, whispering: Deny everything.
M!Dia, loudly: That isn't a chair.
••+^+••
M!Rabid: Astrology is fun because I can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness.
M!Jeffery: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.
••+^+••
M!Dash: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?
••+^+••
M!Jeffery: What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched?
M!Rabid: IT.
M!Kay: Annabelle.
M!Moshieee: Paranormal Activity.
M!Dash: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words.
••+^+••
M!Bun: Good morning!
M!Jeffery: Is it? Is it really?
••+^+••
M!Moshieee: Croissants: dropped
M!Dash: Road: works ahead
M!Bun: BBQ sauce: on my titties
M!Dia: Shavacado: fre
M!Kay: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead
M!Jeffery:
M!Jeffery: ...I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.
••+^+••
M!Dash to M!Bun: Me? I'm the bee knees, but, you? You're just...
M!Dia: Cockroach ankles!
M!Dash: Ye- uh, what?
••+^+••
M!Dash, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down.
M!Moshieee: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven...
M!Dia, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven?
M!Dash, spraying M!Moshieee: You FUCKING DUMBASS!
M!Moshieee: Dude, I forgot-
M!Dash: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!?
M!Bun: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*
••+^+••
M!Kay, about a fight between M!Moshieee and M!Dash: It scares me how many knives were involved.
M!Rabid: There… weren’t any knives involved though?
M!Kay: That’s what scares me.
••+^+••
M!Kay: Are you good?
M!Dash: In what sense?
M!Kay: Generally.
M!Dash: Oh, definitely not.
••+^+••
M!Kay: Hey, M!Moshieee, have you thought about having children?
M!Moshieee: ...
M!Moshieee: Does looking over you and the others not seem like I already do? Because I promise you, it sure feels like it.
M!Kay: But we're not childr-
M!Moshieee, already distracted: M!JEFFERY, PUT THE FIRE DOWN!
••+^+••
M!Kay: What do you think M!Rabid will do for a distraction?
M!Bun: They'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.
*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*
M!Bun: ...or they could do that.
••+^+••
M!Moshieee: Remember, if you get captured, no matter what they do, don’t talk!
M!Dia: What if they torture us?
M!Moshieee: Just don’t talk!
M!Dia: Can we scream a little?
••+^+••
M!Rabid: That’s the longest worm I’ve ever seen.
M!Jeffery: That’s a snake.
••+^+••
M!Rabid: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-
M!Jeffery: *blushes* What are your thoughts?
M!Rabid: The fourth sentence-
M!Jeffery: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-
M!Rabid: It’s “you’re” not “your”.
••+^+••
M!Dia: Reverse tooth fairy where you leave money under your pillow and the tooth fairy comes and leaves you a bunch of teeth.
M!Kay: Why?
M!Dia, shaking a bag of teeth: Just because.
••+^+••
M!Rabid: M!Jeffery told me to stop being immature, so I told them to get out of my fort.
••+^+••
M!Dash: I just wanna be called cute 21/7.
M!Dia: Why no 24/7?
M!Dash: Snack breaks.
••+^+••
M!Rabid: What’s it like being tall?
M!Rabid: Is it nice?
M!Rabid: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?
M!Bun: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.
M!Dash: It was one time!
••+^+••
M!Moshieee: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!
••+^+••
M!Rabid: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.
M!Bun, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.
••+^+••
M!Bun: What’s sexting?
M!Moshieee: I'm not having this conversation with you.
••+^+••
M!Moshieee: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked.
M!Rabid: Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right?
M!Dash: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time.
M!Jeffery: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy!
M!Kay: ...put it away.
••+^+••
M!Moshieee: M!Rabid told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.
••+^+••
M!Jeffery: How’s practice going?
M!Moshieee: Terrible. I want to stab everybody there.
M!Jeffery: Okay, just don’t get any blood on your clothes.
M!Moshieee: …you shouldn’t be condoning this.
M!Jeffery: Don’t tell me how to live my life.
••+^+••
M!Dia: We need a plan to beat them.
M!Jeffery: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food.
M!Dia:
M!Jeffery: Judge me all you want, I get results.
••+^+••
M!Moshieee: I love you.
M!Dia: How many people have you said that to?
M!Moshieee: Everyone.
M!Dia: What?
M!Moshieee: I told everyone that I love you.
••+^+••
M!Kay: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.
M!Moshieee: Oh. We're going out?
M!Kay: Wh...
••+^+••
M!Dash: M!Dia, you're an asshole, man.
M!Dia: You are what you eat M!Dash.
••+^+••
M!Dia: I suppose you’re right. We really would be better off working together.
M!Moshieee: So, then… détente?
M!Dia: Agreed.
M!Moshieee: Understanding?
M!Dia: Possibly.
M!Moshieee: Cooperation?
M!Dia: Maybe.
M!Moshieee: Trust?
M!Dia: Out of the question.
••+^+••
M!Kay, playing a video game: How do I play?
*M!Kay has drawn first blood!*
*M!Kay is on a killing spree!*
*M!Kay is on a rampage!*
*M!Kay is unstoppable!*
*M!Kay is dominating!*
*M!Kay is godlike!*
M!Kay: Don’t worry guys, I figured it out.
••+^+••
M!Dia: We need a way to lure in new customers?
M!Moshieee: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!
M!Dash: M!Kay bath water.
M!Kay: ABSOLUTELY NOT!
••+^+••
M!Kay: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons?
M!Rabid: Fake?
••+^+••
M!Dia: We've got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without?
M!Kay: M!Jeffery, probably.
••+^+••
M!Bun: Okay, two person huddle.
M!Jeffery: You can't huddle with two people. This is just a hug.
••+^+••
M!Rabid: I'm not funny, I'm just really mean and people think I'm joking.
••+^+••
M!Bun: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!
••+^+••
M!Moshieee: I am an expert at identifying birds.
M!Bun: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?
M!Moshieee: Yeah, they're all birds.
••+^+••
M!Dash: I dropped M!Jeffery.
M!Moshieee: M!Dash, what the fuck.
••+^+••
M!Rabid: Hold on, I can explain!
M!Dash: Really? Can you now?
M!Rabid: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.
••+^+••
M!Jeffery: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs.
M!Dia: Those are bones, M!Jeffery.
M!Jeffery: *looks straight up* Not if I never look down.
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I’ll beg on my knees for Dream saying I love you for the first time
you can get off your knees now don’t worry <3
Pairing: Cc!Dream x Gn!Reader
Fond Firsts
He says it on accident, a one-off, but you certainly didn’t miss it. Not when they’re the words you’ve been aching to hear—and say—since the moment he first kissed you.
The movie, a horror he swears by, wasn’t one you had ever seen before. Hence the horror movie after Halloween, because spooky season wasn’t just limited to October with him. The first scare was minor, something you had been expecting the entire time. All the other ones? Not so much.
You had jumped for the thousandth time, blushing furiously and rolling your eyes at how Dream had laughed and tugged you closer to him. His arm was settled around your waist, pinning you close to him. Not that you minded. But the laughing stung just a bit.
“It’s not funny! You didn’t tell me there was so much… horror!” You defended yourself, making him laugh harder.
“It’s a horror movie!” He had exclaimed, then dropped with L-bomb with a casual smile on his face. “You jump so much, oh my God. I love you.”
And just like that, your breath was stolen.
You watch as his smile falters as he realizes, his eyes widening as he straightens. “Oh, shit. Fuck fuck fuck.” He murmurs, mostly himself. Panicked.
Was this a bad sign? A good sign?
You open and close your mouth wordlessly before finding something to say. “Are you okay?”
“I didn’t mean it.” Dream blurts out.
Hurt, sharp and roaring, tears up your insides. Claws your ribs apart, exposes your heart, and rips into it like a lion feasting. Oh.
“You… didn’t mean it?” You repeat slowly, like saying it all in a rush would break everything.
The movie, still playing and loud, is forgotten.
“I mean, I meant it, obviously, but I didn’t mean it then. Wait, no, I meant it then but not timing-wise. I just mean that it’s true but I had something planned! That wasn’t meant to happen right now!”
His hands, one along the curve of your waist from previously and the other newly placed on your arm squeeze like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. You don’t run, not from him, but his fear is there all the same.
You’ve known him long enough to know the way he’s speaking. The rushed, panicked rhythm. The way he gets louder, higher-pitched. How his words don’t seem to match his brain anymore, because what he’s thinking and saying are two different things with the same objective.
But you’ve definitely never seen him panic over something like this. And there’s definitely no guidebook on what to do if your boyfriend fucks up and accidentally says “I love you” for the first time.
You curl a hand into his hair, soft beneath your fingers, and tug his lips to yours. Dream doesn’t resist, greedily taking in the kiss. He doesn’t pull away completely either, leaving his forehead resting against yours.
“I love you too.” You assure him, then add, “dumbass.”
“I had a plan.” He laments. “I was going to take you to a nice dinner and kiss you Goodnight and say it then.”
The fact you could picture it makes you laugh. Wine and candlelight, because he’s cheesy. It probably wouldn’t have ended with a kiss goodnight—you were both suckers for falling asleep together—but he definitely would’ve still found a way to make it the most romantic confession of love.
And yet, you prefer it this way.
“You can still do that.” You offer, smiling as he steals another kiss from you.
“It’s not the same.”
“I can pretend.”
“It’s still not the same.”
“I’m really good at pretending.”
He laughs, finally, and you’ve won the lottery. “Fine. I’ll surprise you with it.”
Dream pulls away, thinks better of it and gives you another kiss, then resettles to watch the movie again.
“I love you.” You hedge, studying his expression.
“I love you too.” His eyes and smile are soft when he glances at your face. “You’re missing all the good parts.”
“None of it is the good part.”
“Just watch.”
Sighing endearingly, you do as told and tune back into the movie.
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I’m still not over it
I don’t normally make personal posts but I wanted to share with you guys a little about why this Red White and Royal Blue movie means so much to me.
When I was a kid, one of my favorite books was Ella Enchanted. It remains to this day one of the few truly original adaptations of Cinderella that I’ve ever seen.
When Ella was born, she was given the “gift “of obedience. She had to obey any order she was given. She had no choice. Despite this (or because of it) she was a badass bitch who took no shit from anyone.
It is a beautiful tale of overcoming every single insane obstacle that is thrown your way, and relying on yourself to make it through all kinds of bullshit. It was a huge inspiration for me as a kid. I didn’t have a lot of strong female role models in my life and Ella “the ogre tamer” was a great source of comfort for me.
True to form, this is a story about falling in love with a prince, yes, but that’s just a subplot. The full story is about a truly unstoppable girl who saved the day time and again, even when no one else knew about it. It’s such a beautiful story. I highly recommend reading it. (It’s a kid’s book, you could read it in an hour, but it’s so worth it).
In the early 2000s I heard that they were going to make a movie based on Ella Enchanted and at first I was so excited. But the more I heard about it, the more scared I became. When I finally saw it, I was heartbroken.
The movie completely gutted the book. It destroyed the entire plot. instead of the story centering around Ella‘s internal conflict and how she survived through insane circumstances, they:
1. Killed off the Prince’s parents and invented a brand new character In the form of a conniving uncle and a talking snake (yes really) who wanted to take over the fucking kingdom because of course he did
2. Created a fucking prince fan club for some dumbass reason
3. Turned the “friends to lovers” subplot into an “enemies to lovers” plot. Because drama.
4. Do not get me started on what they did to the magical creatures.
They took this book that meant so much to me and these characters who were so inspiring and they obliterated the entire fucking thing. What was left was all the worst caricatures of fairy tales. It was insulting. And it still upsets me.
Ever since then, whenever I hear they’re going to adapt a book into a movie, I'm instantly on edge, braced for the worst. But every little detail that I have learned about RWRB has exceeded my expectations. And then the trailer came out.
I can tell, from just those two minutes alone (and the countless interviews, etc I have read by this point) that they are staying true to the book. They are honoring the source material. Some details have been changed, some subplots and characters have been omitted, yes, but the very heart of the story has remained.
They’re not killing off any parents and throwing some random ass uncle in there with magical powers and a talking snake to take over a kingdom.
They’re not taking a normal ass story and throwing in a fucking screaming fan club for no fucking reason.
Every single interview that I have read and every detail that I have learned about this movie only further proves the level of care and dedication they all have to the actual source material.
This is unprecedented to me.
I’ve never been so excited for a movie adaptation because I’ve never in my life heard of an adaptation of a book that remained this faithful to the source material (The sole exception now being heartstopper).
Love it or hate it, Red White and Royal Blue Will be a faithful adaptation of the book it is based on. And that is not something I will ever, ever take for granted.
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Just found out that we dodged a huge bullet
You ever have a friend who just completely derails your life with their drama every time you run into, talk to or even hear about them?
Got one like that. We’ve been trying to help him for months in a Movie of the Week level family drama situation that has, along with some other stuff, totally eaten my life. And now, things have gone from bad to cartoonishly awful, in one night.
(Now edited for clarity. I shouldn’t write when I’m that pissed off, sorry!)
The Cast
Me: Gold medalist in competitive napping
My man: Has lived with me almost two decades, there’s rings involved, you get the idea
Gonk: A formerly close friend of ours who is making himself less close with every damn day that goes by as he slowly transitions from a cinnamon roll to an ego-burdened military douche. Calling him Gonk because he increasingly, stubbornly, refuses to listen to even basic common sense if it gets in the way of what he wants to do
GFF: Gonk’s friend who has been putting him up until Gonk starts Basic Training in another state
Evil Sister: Gonk’s sister, a raging assclown whom I sometimes call the Wicked Bitch of the East--with good reason
Our friend Gonk is the sort who never, ever, EVER contacts us unless he needs something, and he’s caused all kinds of disruption, but we’ve stayed loyal as hell and supported him. I was even going to move this guy into my house before he torpedoed that plan with a set of Bad Life Decisions. (Long story I’ll cover later).
Bit of backstory. Gonk has a very bad relationship with his sister, who is a far, far bigger asshole than he’s ever dreamed of being. Evil Sister was left the house and their parents’ whole estate after their mom died (so our friend wouldn’t lose his disability benefits), and promised to “look after” Gonk to his mom’s face. Once Mom died, Evil Sister promptly started proceedings for kicking Gonk out, and turned abusive in the meantime.
One thing she’s done is weaponize the police against Gonk every time she gets mad at him, meaning she calls them on him and tries to get him imprisoned over issues he can’t even be arrested for. Argument? Call the cops. He swore while playing video games? Cops. He had a meltdown from her verbal abuse and started yelling and crying? Cops. I’m actually surprised they still come out at this point.
We’ve explained to Gonk, as have the police, that what Evil Sister is doing is a form of abuse, isn’t appropriate use of law enforcement, and wastes police time and resources as well. Gonk’s seen it, he’s felt it, he’s been told multiple times: weaponizing the police so you can hurt someone you’re mad at (especially over petty shit) is really, really wrong.
So Gonk has been staying with another friend, GFF, for a few weeks before he starts Basic Training (a whole other awful story), basically to get away from the Wicked Bitch of the East. It was a huge act of generosity on GFF’s part, and a relief for Gonk, us, and everyone who cares about Gonk. At least...until yesterday.
Last night, everything blew up very suddenly. GFF kicked Gonk out and threatened to harm him if he came back. Why?
Because Gonk decided to call the cops on poor GFF, in GFF’s own home, IN AN ARGUMENT OVER WHO OWNED A FUCKING PACK OF CIGARETTES.
That’s right. Gonk, the guy who had the police inappropriately called on him over small shit multiple times, and is in the best possible position to know how wrong that is...turned around and did it to someone else. Someone he was depending on for shelter.
The cops kicked in the door, GFF’s dog escaped and vanished, and needless to say GFF is absolutely furious. He wants nothing further to do with Gonk and will probably kick his ass, or worse, if that hypocritical dumbass tries to come back. In fact, he’s already threatened to do so.
Gonk has nothing to say for himself. He is back with Evil Sister now, for the moment. I’m just praying he doesn’t show up on our doorstep again, because this has destroyed the last of our trust in him--which thanks to other crap was already badly damaged.
I am SO goddamned glad now that Gonk didn’t end up living with us. I don’t want anyone in my life who calls the cops on innocent people he’s supposed to care about, over petty shit. Of all people, Gonk should know better. But he got big mad and tossed friendship, common sense and decency out the window over an under $20 purchase instead. Nothing GFF did for him mattered to Gonk--not even opening up his home.
That could easily have been us. And I don’t want to give Gonk the chance to make it be us. Before now, I was worried about his safety, but this is the last straw. Now I just want him to leave town for his training and never come back.
#not fallout#real life drama#with friends like these#checking in#weaponizing police#hypocrisy#trainwreck friend saga#abuse tw#how to lose a friend#family abuse#financial abuse#abuse by cop#at this point I'm more worried about the dog#bullet dodged#holy crap#Gonk
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WHY LEO DIDNT DESERVE ANY OF WHAT HE WENT THROUGH: an essay by me
movie spoilers :)
ok so at the beginning of the movie he’s shown screwing around when he should be training, yeah?
okay, yes, arguably irresponsible, but considering it’s been 2 years since shredder and there’s no mention of any other formidable foes besides your typical Large Pig, Married Couple, and Bug Man, it’s understandable that he’s pretty lax about everything.
Dont get me wrong, I totally get Ralph’s side! He’s constantly worried about a new threat appearing when they least expect it, plus even their regular missions can be life threatening if they aren’t careful
but dude Leo’s just goofing off and having a funky time, he doesn’t deserve the Epic Emotional Beatdown he gets in the movie
“Oh, but he’s just in general egotistical and braggy”
yeah. he’s 16. Donnie has probably broken the Geneva convention at least twice man idk. He’s a dumbass turtle doing dumbass things.
Then we get to the argument. What really gets me here is that Leo is visibly listening and taking what Raph says to heart- until the moment it gets too dark for him. Saw this pointed out somewhere else, but man really does use humor to cope.
of course, in doing so he brushed off Ralph’s very real and important concerns, frustrating him
the fight over the key? Yeah, not his best work.
in his defense tho, if he actually knew the severity of the situation, he’s proven before that he can be completely serious (even while keeping his jokey persona) when things get more drastic.
I truly believe after they meet Casey, things stop being about straight overconfidence. Leo goes into the fight jokey, but it’s been proven many times that he will often quip while putting his all into his battles, so that’s not the best judge of how seriously he’s actually taking it.
he doesn’t insist everyone stays behind to get the key. he goes out himself, taking the risk because Casey is desperate to get it for really good reasons! I think his actions there- while somewhat reckless- would’ve been seen in a positive manner in most other movies. He’s taking the risk to grab the literal World-Destroying object.
then Raph gets taken
Leo has a panic attack, and he’s more visibly distraught than we’ve ever seen him, to the point where he gets actually, genuinely, dangerously angry for the first time in the entire franchise. He’s probably blaming himself for getting Raph caught.
His stubbornness next isn’t because he’s overconfident. He’s just so focused on getting Raph back, no matter what. He HAS to get his big brother back. Leo doesn’t consider waiting to plan, or retreating, not when it would feel like giving up on his brother. He’s blindly consumed by his fear and desperation.
He makes a lot of bad decisions because of it, don’t get me wrong! They were Bad Decisions! But I really think they weren’t about ego, not really.
I’m glad he learned a lot of valuable lessons but I’m also worried about the like
MASS amount of trauma he has now. Like, that’s some Heavy stuff. The trade off of character development vs whatever all this new trauma and greatly worsened self-sacrificial tendencies (bc they already existed in the show and are probably going to get concerningly worse) might not be the best.
worried about that guy
anyway I really want to see what they do there because that was a roller coaster and the long term effects could be really interesting to watch
Also does anyone else see a lot of parallels between Leo and c!Tommy from the dream smp or is that just me? Like:
-cocky/confident persona to cope and also bc it’s funny
-self worth issues lmao
-the amount of character development needed could’ve easily happened with like,, some minor trauma but no they get the whole sha bang
-ping pongs between overconfident and low self esteem and also “nothing is ever my fault” vs “everything is my fault”
-16 y/old brutally beaten by an unbeatable foe in an inescapable prison only to eventually get out alive despite all odds
This post is kind of a mess lmao
#rottmnt leo#rottmnt spoilers#rottmnt#rottmnt movie#rise of the tmnt movie#tmnt 2018#rottmnt movie spoilers#rottmnt season 3#dsmp#c!tommy#c tommy
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Supernatural S13E6 Destiel
This will only be about Destiel.
Reuniting
When Dean hugs Cas, the relief on his face. The way he tilts his head further into Cas’ shoulder. The tears in Cas’ eyes when he turns around from the phone booth. The way Dean is completely speechless except for asking “Cas, is that really you?”
He sounded so tired, exasperated almost, he had no hope that it was real. But then when he goes in to hug him, just the complete acceptance. They didn’t do their tests like they would have, Dean was just so relieved to have Cas again he probably didn’t even want to entertain the possibility that it wasn’t really Cas.
Castiel: “How long was I gone?”
Dean: “Too damn long.”
Literally after Dean says that, he is looking at Cas with the most heart-eyed expression. And when Cas says he wasn’t in heaven, I swear Dean’s first thought was hell and he was so worried. The “really?” after Cas says he was in the empty, (im reading too far into things but I don’t care), definitely translates to “oh thank fuck.”
Sam asking all the logical questions while Dean is just taking Cas in, and worried only about him. Look, I’m aware this probably wasn’t the intention, but I will read it that way for funsies.
And just the immediate change in Dean from being hopeless and numb, to being all bubbly and dressing like a cowboy. Cas did that. And that’s why Destiel is canon.
Dean Needing a Big Win
Dean saying he needed a big win, and getting Cas back was a big win. I love that, he's not just ecstatic because he's in Dodge, he's ecstatic because he has Cas back. And I'm so glad he does have Cas back for this, because he wouldn't enjoy it as much without him.
Sam's "Yeah. Fair enough." after Dean talks about the big win thing. I swear to god, he knew what was up. He knows Dean's whipped as hell.
Jack Waking Dean Up
When Jack goes to wake up Dean, and Cas is yelling behind him, knowing that Dean's gonna wake up in fight mode. Old married couple behavior. Domestic Destiel.
BUT ALSO, Dean doesn't put his gun down until he sees and recognizes Cas and only Cas. Meanwhile, Cas is standing there like, I tried to warn him.
"Who's making me coffee?" THAT IS SUCH AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE THING. Then cutting back to Cas thinking, "yeah he's a fucking dumbass I know." However, I do hate that they didn't show that Cas is definitely the one that ended up making the coffee.
"I told you. He's an angry sleeper." OLD MARRIED COUPLE. "Like a bear." THE TEASING PLEASE. old. married. couple.
Everyone sitting around the table being productive, while Dean is just slowly sipping his cup o' joe and being grumpy. Plus the silent, hold on, let me finish this coffee. The most domestic shit I've ever seen. That's happy functional family shit right there. The fact that it cuts to CAS sitting back down after Dean does that though. They are literally every stereotypical parent trope.
Fixing Cas' Hat
Dean going in to talk to the cops as if they're gonna be straight out of the 1800s.
Castiel: "This is why you're making me wear this absurd hat."
Dean: "It's not that bad. Well, yeah actually, it kinda is. Hang on." Dean reached over to pull the weird little ribbon thing off Cas' hat. He could have just told him to take it off, but no. He did it himself. He didn't just tell Cas he had a piece of lint on his jacket, he picked it off of him. (that's a New Girl reference/maybe The Crown but I've never seen it so idk)
Dean: "Alright that's better." Dean proceeded to check Cas out, while Cas teased him. And that right there is the definition of beauty.
Then Cas leans over towards him to look at himself in the rearview mirror, and Dean gets flustered. Argue with a wall, he gets flustered and looks away. The crazy long pause when he's looking away and regaining composure before he confirms that yes, Cas does indeed, look ok.
Conversation About Tombstone
Dean: "Just act like you're from Tombstone."
Castiel: "The city?"
Dean: "The movie. With Kurt Russel? I made you watch it." The way he said this, with the most "he's so annoying, yet I love him" face.
Castiel: "Yeah, yeah, yeah. The one with the guns and tuberculosis. I'm your huckleberry." DEANS FACE AFTER HE DOES THAT!!!!! LITERALLY GULPING. FLUSTEEEEERRREEEEEED.
Dean: "Yeah, exactly." Dean Inner Monologue (interpreted by yours truly) - "fuck that was hot"
Dean: "It's good to have you back Cas." Explain that in a platonic way. Right now. You fucking can't, that was the most on the nose flirtatious exchange I have ever seen in my fucking life. Right after he was just so flustered?
NOW. The ENTRANCE. Dean putting his hat on while he gets out of the car, looking over to Cas, adjusting his jacket. Hot damn. While Cas is looking at him like, "you are the dumbest person I've ever seen"
But their entrance, side by side, yeah yeah, I get that I'm reading into this part a bit, but after that conversation in the car, I honestly don't think so. These fuckers are in love, with each other.
Dean looking exasperated when Cas says "howdy partner," and "much obliged" as if he isn't doing exactly what he was told, and Dean wasn't just swinging open those saloon doors over and over before they left.
#supernatural#spn#supernatural s13#spn s13#supernatural dean#supernatural sam#supernatural castiel#supernatural jack#cas#castiel#sam and dean#destiel#dean winchester#sam winchester
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ok i need to be a bitch on main for a bit because i saw a tweet that has made me go “if it weren’t for my horse” all morning and i literally cannot let it go and i just need to get it out
look man i’m hyped about FFXVI’s demo too. the set-up for the narrative is very, very strong with excellent character writing. the preview of gameplay we got is very promising.
but this is a braindead fucking take and a nonsense statement that tells on you really profoundly. tell me that you only care about spectacle without saying that you only care about spectacle.
if you compare the FFXVI opening with the FFVII opening, you actually have no business discussing video games.
FFVII’s opening was iconic because it threw you right into the game with no set-up, no context -- go do a terrorism in the flashiest way possible and don’t ask questions.
FFXVI’s opening was more or less a movie. in that two-hour opener, maybe 35 minutes of it was actual gameplay where you had freedom to move around and do stuff and not just “ok we’re going to let you walk forward for about 15 seconds so that we can say that we had player engagement in this scene.”
those are two WILDLY DIFFERENT THINGS, and i would argue that the opening of FFXVI is actually very weak because of it. there were a few different points where i was like “ok but am i actually going to get a chance to play this game at any point?” and that makes for a bad opener. joe normie picking up this game because he’s seen the hype around it might not even make it to the actual gameplay section that doesn’t even start until over an hour after the game fucking begins, because his time is limited and if the opener is this long-winded, he’s not going to want to sit through an entire game of this.
that was what TLOU1′s opening did well. it had the same flashiness and punch of FFXVI’s opener, but it took under 20 minutes to have the same impact that it took FFXVI two fucking hours to set up.
i just.
imagine fucking making a tweet like this not even three months after RE4make released. RE4 opening with the village fight actually is one of the strongest openers in a video game ever, and it was a huge reason why OG was so successful. RE4′s opener actually was the best opener for a game since FFVII, and people made that point repeatedly when OG released.
you know what other game got praised for doing this? DMC3. you know what DMC3 also did? throw you right into the game in the flashiest, most exciting way possible.
you know what other game got this praise, as well? uncharted 2. take a fucking guess how uncharted 2 opened.
if the FFXVI demo was a pilot for a show, it would be hailed as one of the best first episodes of a show ever. but FFXVI isn’t a fucking TV show. it’s a fucking video game. and as a game, its opening is really, really weak, and it honestly might kill my desire to replay it in the future.
so let’s not sit here and let hype for a story completely blank out all of our cognitive processes and make dumbass, bullshit fucking nonsense statements like this. it’ll hurt the game in the long run by setting people’s expectations to something that they’re not going to get.
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Invisible frog
Denki x GN!reader
Pairing: Denki Kaminari x GN!!Reader.
Concept: fluff, comfort, based on true events.
{inspired by a tik tok challenge called invisible frog}.
[art from an amazing anonymous artist on Pinterest]
***************story begins here*****************
Kaminari is a lot, he is energetic, needy, clumsy, dummer than most and an all round baby. And somehow you are his partner, YOU!! of all people, have you seen you, the standards are completely unbalanced here, you were in the hero course of another school and you dabbled in robotics, you chose not to go to UA because it seemed over hyped. You met denki at a robotics carnival and it seriously felt like denki went fishing and caught a whale while you caught this cute loveable goldfish. When he introduced you to his friends, they were all shocked, they thought you were being paid, it took them 2 weeks to accept the facts. Don’t get me wrong denki is a good boyfriend, he was also strangely more serious whenever he was around you so he doesn’t seem dumber, he is at you house with one call, he is always there for you.
Today he came to your place seemingly sad, it was strange, it’s an emotion he usually finds hard to show. He laid down on the floor in your pillow fort, his back towards you, y/n did not like seeing him like this so they tried everything to cheer denki up. Everything!! Food, movies, y/n’s new robotic inventions, video games, date offers, money, everything! But nothing worked. So you had a bright idea, there was one more thing denki had in common with you and it was the fact that you both loved pranks, you tugged on the shirt of the blonde, then quickly clasping your hands together like you had caught something. “Denki! Denki look!! I made a friend and he wants to show you something” denki groaned “I’m not in the mood y/n” y/n tugged on his shirt again, “c’mon just look, don’t worry we’ll be quick! Hurry” denki groaned again before turning around once more, seeing the excitement on your face he decided to see what you had, the blonde sat up facing directly in front of you, with your hands still clasped in the middle of you both.
“Ok look” y/n said opening your palm in front of him, {it was empty}
“There is nothing there” denki said, brows furrowed.
“Wrong, there is a frog, his name is Thomas and Thomas is going to do three back flips for us, you have to see it cause he’s really good” y/n debated raising her hand higher to show Thomas off.
“Babe, I’m concerned i-” denki said in a confused tone cupping your face in his hands.
“Shhh shhh shh” y/n said gently taking his hands off “Philip wants to start” y/n added
“You said his name was Thomas” denki said trying hard to contain his giggles.
“Oh yeahhhhh, anyways let’s count with him” y/n said looking intently at their own palm, while denki looked red from holding his laughter in.
“One” y/n said looking up at the creature’s backflip and looking down at the frog’s landing into their palm.
“Two” y/n said again looking at the performance of the creature “he is very good” y/n added,
“Three!!” Y/n said seeming amazed at the imaginary Thomas
“Ok Thomas says he wants to do three more jumps, he is hot and wants you to take his jacket, hold out your palm” you pinch your thumb and index finger together dropping an imaginary jacket in the hand of your boyfriend.
“Wtf” denki laughs maniacally, refusing to drop the jacket you had assigned to him from Thomas.
“Ok here we go he wants to do big jumps this time ready, one!!!” You said smiling like a crazy person “wow look at Philip go” you say staring at nothing.
“His name is Thomas dumbass” denki said struggling to breathe through his laughter but still holding the jacket intently.
“Shh he is going again” you huffed, not wanting to be corrected “woowwwww!! Denki did you see that” you urged
“I saw it…. I saw it if you did” denki said trying to regain his breath while holding the jacket.
“And finally, THREE!!! Oh how splendid good job Thomas” you laughed then abruptly dropped your hand, your tone got somewhat serious “do you see a frog in my hand” you asked
“Babe if you see Thomas , then I see Thomas , I don’t want you to be alone in this” he laughs, almost falling over backwards
“I’m serious denki, do you see a frog in my hand” y/n says still giggling, trying to sound as serious as possible
“No” denki cries leaning forwards as his stomach hurts from all his laughter. Y/n’s stops laughing and their face goes completely serious.
“ then why are you holding a jacket” y/n says
The room goes silent as denki stares at his hand and then back at you, his confused look makes you burst out laughing
“You asshole” he says laughing and leaning into you.
“I can’t believe you fell for all that” you laughed, catching your breath
Soon enough the atmosphere calmed itself, denki laid on your thigh, wrapping his hands around your waist as you stroked his blonde healthy hair.
“You don’t have to tell me now but when you are ready, I’ll be ready to listen” y/n said in a calm tone
“Thank you y/n” denki muffled as he snuggled into you, enjoying the comfort that you provided him, you were his safe space and he loved you for it.
The end
#denki kaminari#denki x you#mha denki#denki kinnie#denki fanart#denki fluff#denki imagine#my hero fanfic#my hero academia#my hero academy fanfiction#my hero x reader
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Hey, hey, Auds, my love, how are you? I’m here with another question, when do you think Ian and Mickey’s first “come here” was? Who said it? In what context? Was it soft and intimate? Heated and passionate? Lemme know😘💜
Chey!! I've thought a lot about this and I have THOUGHTS. (Jfc this got away from me. Put it under the cut for your scrolling pleasure)
I think the first "come here" happened at the sleepover.
Not long after this subtle (🤣) look:
They're sitting on the couch, not even watching the movie or eating the pizza rolls. But they are drinking and thank god for that because a little liquid courage never hurt anything.
Ian's been dying to kiss Mickey again, that van kiss was fantastic but Ian has always been a "Okay I like that, need more every day" kind of guy. (His pink donuts at the Kash n Grab show that... among other things 🤣)
But he's nervous.
Is this a thing that only Mickey can initiate? The guy's like a frightened animal when it comes to anything that comes within an inch of romantic, or sweet, or... in his words: fruity.
And that's understandable. Mickey lives in a house of horrors that remind him on a daily basis why those things are forbidden. Why those things could get him killed without a second thought.
But something about tonight just seems different. Charged. It's like they've finally turned the page and made it to the part where it's okay to feel these thoughts that swirl around their brains and commandeer their hearts. Making them dizzy and drawn to one another like some moth to a bug zapper. (Waxing poetically doesn't seem appropriate in the house their occupying)
Mickey laughs at something that happened on screen and it shocks Ian back to reality. Glancing over at the broody boy beside him that has the most beautiful smile he's ever seen. It's unfair, really. That something so beautiful, something so hopeful, is always hidden beneath glares and fists and doubt.
Ian is full on staring now, movie forgotten as he etches this memory into his brain. A souvenir for when things aren't like this. When Mickey changes his mind and the cold shower of their sobering reality hits them both like a brick wall.
Still staring at the screen, Mickey takes a sip from his beer and smirks. "Whatcha lookin' at?"
Ian doesn't hesitate. "You." Always you.
The movie completely fades away as Mickey turns his full attention to Ian. Red hair, green eyes, freckles every-fucking-where, even that lone ranger on the tip of Ian's cock that mocks Mickey from his viewpoint when he's on his knees. Ian's fucking beautiful and that word alone is a death sentence.
When Mickey invited Ian to come over, he convinced himself it was purely for sex. Fast, hard, impersonal. Their usual style that met both their needs.
But, truthfully?
He wanted... no... he needed more. But how could he say that? He had no fucking clue. So, he made pizza rolls and they were watching a movie. Fully fucking clothed.
It was nice. It was terrifying. It was new.
Ian was staring back at him, both of them grinning like idiots, but, if a boy smiled at another boy in the Southside and no one was around to see it, did it really fucking matter?
Ian blushed. "What are you looking at?"
Softness weaved through Mickey's soul. "You." Then he playfully rolled his eyes. "Dumbass."
Ian leaned against the couch, arms resting across the back and whispered "Come here."
Mickey didn't need to be told twice. He crawled into Ian's lap, trying not to let it show how much those two words meant to him.
Because those two words meant more to Mickey than Ian could ever know. They made his heart hurt because no one in his life had ever wanted him. At least for something worthwhile, something... good. No one needed Mickey and no one ever remembered his existence. Except for Ian. Always fucking Ian.
He gripped the back of Mickey's neck and almost too slowly, brought their lips together. Mickey melted into it, trying to say the things he didn't know how. This is different. This is scary. This is everything i never knew I could have. Ian slowed the kiss down, there was no need to rush. No relatives two feet away or video cameras watching their every move.
For once, in their whirlwind relationship, they could just be Ian and Mickey.
Two boys still learning about love.
#i don't know what this is#but here you go#i have spiraling thoughts about unseen moments between these two#asks from lovely people#chey you can ask me stuff anytime#anyone can#gallavich
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Definitive take nobody asked for about the whole thing that’s been going on for the last few years with Chris Pratt
he’s pretty decent in his action roles, actually. I found him very convincing in all of them. And I’ll say something more: I’d absolutely see him being a rebooted version of Indiana Jones (speaking as a longtime Indy fan, like I’ve spent most of my life being absolutely crazy about the character and the first 3 movies - Crystal Skull doesn’t exist in Ba Sing Se), he can get in shape for the role, he’s young and understands the ironic side of Indy, and he’s also got those same roughed up “man sweating and dirty with dust, blood and mud and still looking camera-friendly” vibes.
“But his church-” he denied going to Hillsong or knowing anyone who does. He said he actually goes at Zoe Church in LA, which seems to be your typical run of the mill religious congregation, nothing Evangelical or otherwise extremist. Which means it’s not a church that ever made the headlines for supporting gay conversion or made damning statements about queer people. It’s just a church, and what churchgoers think is up to them. I can say this because I was raised Christian and understand one priest’s take doesn’t necessarily reflect on his entire Parrish.
“But his disabled son-“ he never said he hates or resents his disabled son. He literally just said he was happy to have a healthy daughter, and everyone else added fictional things he never said to what he actually said. And, honestly, saying you’re happy your second child is healthy after having a disabled one is 100% fair and natural. Nobody actively wants their children to be disabled.
Here’s the thing: you can absolutely and completely, genuinely love and dote on your child who has a disability, and also be happy that your other child doesn’t have the same obstacles in their lives. I’m saying this as the aunt of a boy with learning disabilities and two nieces who don’t have them. I don’t love my nephew any less, and at the same time I see he deals with some really awful obstacles and of course, we are all ready to accomodate his needs. The point is, it’s also good that his sisters don’t have to deal with the same difficult journey. Because shit is tough to deal with for everybody, him first, and I see it every day. There is nothing ableist about that.
“But his dog-“ holy shit, that’s a dumbass reason to hate on someone. A dog? O rly?
So anyway, until he does something overtly homophobic, racist, transphobic, misogynistic, ableist, you name it - I’m fine with him, and don’t see why everybody is so open about hating on someone they don’t even know personally. Again, I’m not a fan, I’m just sick of seeing so much hate on someone for such stupid reasons and over things that are straight up hearsay and misinformation. Just say you don’t like his acting, that is more of a legitimate opinion. But when I hear people bring up any of the above, I literally have to laugh at them. Because they need to grow the hell up.
Sorry for the rant, but I’ve seen this bullshit for a while and it’s all complete nonsense, and anyone who got even remotely informed about the whole thing knows it’s all much ado about nothing. Hating him is just a trend that came up from nothing and is just gonna end up into nothing, same as the hate against JLaw from a few years ago.
You don’t like his acting? Fair! You think he’s Satan’s son because of something you read on Twitter or on an online publication that makes its dough on gossip? Your opinions are worthless.
That said, fuck the original voice and accent for Mario. As someone who was born and raised in Italy (aka an actual Italian) I am SICK of people thinking that’s what Italians are and speak like. None of us speaks English like that. Literally nobody. And don’t see why people can see that bad Asian accents are inappropriate, but can’t see why Italian accents are also inappropriate. It’s all fucking inappropriate and offensive. So FUCK YOU and FUCK YOUR NOSTALGIA, I’m happy that this once Mario doesn’t have a dumbass, silly ass Mickey Mouse voice and an even dumber, frankly awful so-called “Italian” accents. I’m 100% good with Mario losing anything associating him to mocking stereotypes about Italians. He can be a fucking Californian WASP plumber. I encourage it actually. Fuck the noise.
And the rest of the trailer looks FUCKING AMAZING. I’ll absolutely be slamming my ass on the theatre seat for this. Fuck y’all.
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NCIS Hawai’i 1x20 Thoughts under cut
“Feelings are like waves. You can’t stop them from coming, but you can choose which ones to surf.”
I absolutely love the choice to have Lucy say this to Kate because she’s completely missing the point. Her feelings for Kate are THE big massive wave that she should want to ride. It’s going to be scary, she might almost get pulled under at some points, but if she keeps her balance it will be the most exhilarating ride of her life.
The feelings she’s choosing to ride right now: anger at Kate and avoidance with Skylar, those are shit waves. The ones where she gets swept under and tossed around for a while until her bruised and beaten body makes it to shore.
The Skylar Dates
I’m standing firm on my assessment that the first date was awkward and uncomfortable.
I hate that Lucy chose to follow through with a second date because she clearly does not want to be there. It’s a dating ethics thing. If you’re hung up on someone else, you need to be careful about how you approach dating again because you can very easily hurt someone else in an attempt to make yourself feel better. If Lucy was smiling the entire way up that elevator. Fine. Cool. But she had to psych herself up and it almost looked like she was about to bail. I don’t like that. She’s probably better off having a one night stand. But her current choice involves another person who I’m not sure knows the history and that makes me queasy. (I have many stories about being in Skylar’s position 😂)
The Beach Scene
Perfection. I want to see every take of it. I don’t know how Tori kept a straight face.
The Future of Kacy
The reaction I’ve seen on this is split. Twitter is having a meltdown. Folks here seem to think we’re headed in a positive direction. I’m unsure. Lucy is so angry and refuses to let Kate talk. What is going to change over the course of two episodes to make her let go of some of that anger? Is the next episode where they face the possibility of losing each other? And that makes Lucy more amenable to Kate’s grand gesture?
If I had to guess right now, I’m saying we end with a cliffhanger. Either Kate says her thing and we fade to black or Kate says her thing, Lucy starts to answer, and then the party is interrupted by some dangerous thing and all hell breaks loose and then we fade to black.
If that doesn’t happen, I’m more inclined to think Skylar will stick around and we get the scenario that I’m dreading: a season 2 where Lucy is with someone who gets screen time while Kate pines.
I’m putting a Kacy reunion as the least likely scenario and I hope to god I’m wrong. Caveat here: I’m always pessimistic because I’m used to getting fucked over by my shows.
Other stuff
I have some fic thoughts after this. Ones that you will probably hate me for. But I’m also not feeling motivated to write. That episode hurt. In a good way. I absolutely loved every second. My quibble with the movie date is not with how they wrote it; rather it’s with the character of Lucy being a dumbass and doing something I don’t like.
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thing #3 Sunday, October 16 2022 11:43 pm
I’m not doing these in the morning anymore but it is a vaguely after breakfast so yeah. I’m doing this again instead of my homework because I’m a terrible person blah blah blah you know the spiel. I’m listening to some good old Vox Akuma ASMR right now while typing this, and yes, I’ve fallen into the vtuberchat rabbit hole. It’s his fault.
I remember that I had so much left to say yesterday but right now, I got nothing. You know that feeling when someone asks you what your favorite movie is then suddenly you’ve never seen a movie in your life? yeah that.
Typing without looking down is still absolutely excruciating, but it kinda feels cool i guess?
I’m typing even slower now compared to—jesus christ Vox just said i love you and I feel like I had a stroke. Listen, I’m not that much of a simp for Vox but holy fuck does that man make damn good asmr.
Who I am a simp for, however, is that dumbass Mysta Rias. I never thought I would have a crush on an anime boy ever again since like, what? tenth grade?
Let me rant about Mysta Rias for a while alright? I, truly, have never felt more cringe than when I think about that guy. And by cringe, I mean like absolutely head over heels, leg-swinging, butterflies-in-your-stomach—type crush. Because, oh my god I— alright, I just want to preface that he is indeed a real person, not purely fictional. And I do acknowledge the fact that the persona that he projects online might not entirely reflect his real-life human person personality.
That being said, I’m absolutely whipped. I don’t know if the term whipped applies to girls but whatever here i am. whipped. I don’t now when this feeling will subside, I have not been as diligent with watching each and every one of his streams like I had a few months ago. B ut still, the feeling comes bubbling up every time I see him. I think one of the things that contributes to this, and I just had this realization a few hours ago when I was watching his bathtub stream, each stream kind of feels almost like a date. Hear me out, it’s not like I’m imagining that I’m on a one-on-one date with the guy every time he streams, that would be dumb. I’m aware that obviously, I’m not special, there are thousands upon thousands of people here with me, experiencing the exact same thing. It’s just similar to a date in away that, well, it’s like a couple hours of just getting to know the other person while doing an activity. of course, this is completely one-sided unless the viewer pays for a supa, which Mysta would then see it and maybe respond. I have yet to send my first supa, I’ll do it probably when I have some extra cash to burn.
i don’t really have the words to describe my feelings toward that person right now. Partly because i’m really really sleepy, and also because i kinda want to have a whole thing dedicated to just a rant about my story with discovering the vtuber world and stumbling across nijisanjiEN and mysta and stuff. Maybe next time. Til then, enjoy this rant about being lonely that I wrote a couple of hours ago.
My love.
Why am i doing this to myself? The romance genre of…anything, really, is one that I frequent very often. Love songs are some of my favorite songs of all time, romance books(smut), and of course, I love me a good romcom anime. But each and every time I consume any of these, I feel like I’m indulging in a world that I, myself am worlds away from. My love. I’ve heard these words being uttered to thousands of people that are not me. And I know the obvious answer to this would just be to go out and meet people ad find someone. I know this. But as a woman living alone, who has no source of income other than my allowance, and as someone who lives in a place where a 14-year old just got kidnapped, I don’t really have lot of options for going out. That, and the fact that I am just terrible at approaching people. A skill that I actually used to have, but due to me being a shut-in for the past few years. i feel like I’ve reverted back to the social skills of an awkward 16 year old.
I long to have someone to fill up space in my arms, someone to kiss and hold and caress. I don’t think I’ve touched another person in about three weeks now. I feel like I’m one male disappointment away from being a full-blown femcel. It’s like, actually, daunting.
Okay, i’m not gonna lie, the asmr made me horny. And it’s been two hours since the last paragraph. Since then, I’ve jacked off, marinated two family-sized servings of pork belly, and made myself an iced latte. The latte, by the way is a desperate attempt to stay awake. Desperate, because a.) I’m starting to feel sleepy and like I’ve wasted the day again and b.) I’ve run out of monster energy drinks.
I ordered like 11 things of yarn a few days ago. I think it’s been like less than a week but oh my god I feel like i might explode If i have to wait any longer. I did have like a shit-ton of yarn back home, but my dumbass forgot to pack them. Now my crochet hooks just sit in their box waiting, mocking.
I also desperately need like, something to do with my hands while I watch youtube or listen to podcasts and stuff like that. Right now, i jut scroll on twitter or online shopping sites or something. At least if i crochet, I have something cool by the end of it.
I’m really hoping this coffee will be enough for me to stay awake for a few more hours. I really don’t want tomorrow to come, It’s too soon.
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*chicago mobster voice* koyk
alright spocko
favorite thing about them
I like the duality of him I think. like the man is completely fucking unhinged and hanging on by a thread most of the time but he’s also extremely clever and has the background knowledge to support what he’s doing and he does have these really interesting quieter moments. he’s representation for those of us who were quiet and nerdy in school and then became gay and insane and also representation for those of us who have had the first stanza of sea fever memorized since we were 15. i also just genuinely think he’s fun to watch. he has very few legitimate flaws as a character but because he feels kind of personally out of control a lot of the time, it doesn’t feel like the situation’s under control 100% of the time even though you know he will ultimately have the skills necessary to get them out of it. not to make this entirely a kirk vs picard point, but picard always feels far too in command of the situation and that’s less fun to watch imo.
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least favorite thing about them
i. do not like tos movie kirk in general especially as the series goes on. idk who that is but he's not kirk a lot of the time. like at times series kirk is short tempered or snarky at a time he shouldn’t be or something but he’s still very much driven by his love for exploration or humanity or his crew. it seemed like what they were going for in the movies was that he was going to be disillusioned in the beginning but then regain that, but if he did, it didn’t stick around. he just feels vaguely misanthropic to me and while hero decay is not inherently a bad arc, it doesnt seem like that’s what they were necessarily going for, because that’d be an uncharacteristically depressing throughline for tos content imo. I still haven’t finished VI lmao and part of that’s just because I was bored but part of it was bc I was like. I don’t think I like this character right now? part of it’s bc with age i increasingly look at him and go “yeah that’s william shatner” and not “yeah that’s kirk my friend kirk” but part is because he seems like he’s much more what a lot of Male Fans™️ thought the character was where he’s this cool guy who doesn’t care about the rules because fuck you. it’s not All the time, but he lacks warmth to me a lot of the time.
brOTP
i respect people who ship kirk/mccoy or spock/kirk/mccoy but generally i'd say kirk and mccoy are brotp to me. i also really enjoy his dynamic with chekov.
OTP
like. spirk is the og for a reason. when we started watching it my expectation was that I would be like “yeah I get where people were coming from” but not necessarily much more than that but by episode…3? I was like oh. yeah. okay. okay.
nOTP
in terms of things I’ve seen people actually ship I can’t think of anything off the top of my head, but fuck every time the show tries to stick him with like a 19 year old and even reading about the proposed johanna mccoy storyline makes me want to commit a felony so I’m glad they did not do that.
random headcanon
kirk is a real guy and he’s spent the last like 60 years fighting for control of william shatner’s body.
unpopular opinion
pour one out for every male character that gets called a himbo and is characterized as a complete dumbass in fanon despite being demonstrably smart and innovative in canon. yet another thing that got passed down to riker!
also fuck anyone (shatner and the kirk fanboys with terrible ideas about masculinity and a fundamental misunderstanding of the character) that thinks kirk would hate wesley. there’s literally no supporting evidence for that. he’s maybe not Great with kids but he tries his best with them (several episodes but charlie x stands out in this regard) and i think 2x13 obsession helps disprove this as well
song i associate with them
as with most of the information in this post you already know this but highwayman is a very kirk song to me. the last verse is obvious but I think he’d like the idea of having been a highwayman and a sailor and a blue collar worker across past lives.
favorite picture of them
yeah,,,,,,,,,,,,
#ty ty <4#kirk#ask game#side note quark making like a callback joke about sea fever all the way in like s4 of ds9 was very funny to me#also I still have one more of these in my asks which I appreciate and I will get to it tomorrow! I’m. sleeby
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