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OFMD S2 SPOILERS

This is complete self indulgence (but then, this is Tumblr, and there is an analysis towards the bottom). Just reiterating how notable the merman scene is, both from the practical way it was done and the metaphorical significance. But first to preface with a confession: I seek out spoilers, so with the prior expectation of seeing a merman!Stede, it was fairly obvious he was going to show up at this particular moment. Honestly not sure how this could be handled without disclosure. That knowledge or lack thereof is absolutely a contributing factor on the 'cringe' element. It can seem a little cringe, mostly from the fact we got something so outlandishly unexpected at a beautifully critical moment. But Stede is a cringe person:

And besides, as far as unusual things happening at emotional scenes, last season we had this:

Here is poor Edward Teach spilling his heart out, and Stede is presenting a much different air than the situation might call for. It didn't feel inauthentic per se (that is legit moment of confusion), but the atmosphere for a scene in an emotionally charged, key-point moment of a character's story arc just felt a little off (in my opinion anyway).

But you know what? This is a comedy. And as far as the performance goes, from what we've seen so far, Rhys Darby charges into any situation with stalwart commitment and full steam ahead, no matter how cringeworthy the risk.

And that includes donning a shimmering fish tail, grabbing a trident, and swimming in a large water tank to smile at the camera.

Major props to him for that, it takes guts.

(Also, it's just frickin cool to try out a gorgeously decked out merperson tail. Lucky sunuvabitch...)

Plus, as so many others have pointed out, the metaphor is just breathtaking. It's not just about the show being a comedy and playing off the strangeness of a merman showing up, but it's about what the scene represents. Hold on now, this is gonna be a long one... During that kiss on the beach, Stede Bonnet was so much of what Edward Teach has been yearning for in his life. Yes Stede is a representation of the 'finer' things (which Ed's own mother told him he could never have), but he's also kindness, understanding, support, love... things that Edward has more than likely been denied over and over again. For instance- in this tiny moment in his dream sequence, when Ed tries out being Jeff the Innkeeper, the figure of his old captain Hornigold is all for taking it way too seriously, bringing Ed down to face the cruelties of reality.

But in these kinds of scenes, Stede plays with Ed. He is all for Blackbeard's Bar and Grill, and if someone is being a dick and not wanting to go visit the gift shop, he'll be there to give Ed encouragement.

And then there's this:

And this:

Ed vaguely reminds me of Aldonza from Man of la Mancha, which is a whole other analysis, but it's basically a character so beaten down by life that the very concepts of feeling worthy and being treated with kindness are devastating: Blows and abuse, I can take and give back again. Tenderness, I cannot bear. -"Aldonza" from Man of la Mancha. But Ed's vision of Stede seems to represent all the gentleness and sweetness Ed so desperately craves, and when Stede shows up here, he is so happy to see him. First mate 'we've-known-each-other-a-long-time' Izzy Hands flat out tells Ed that he loves him, and this is Ed's reaction:

Because, lest we forget, Izzy told him that he wanted Blackbeard, not Edward, and that Edward better watch his fucking step.

From Ed's point of view, who the hell is the harsh pirate Izzy to tell Edward that he loves him, when all he really seems to love is the persona of Blackbeard? But this is his reaction to the warm, gentle Stede Bonnet, who is supportive of the man Edward Teach and all his vulnerabilities:

Also, within the scene itself, it is so important that Stede doesn't untie the rope from around Ed's waist. Here, this lays it out beautifully:

Edited based on a post I cannot find: This is also a rebirth for Ed - surrounded by wet and darkness, going towards the light, and taking his first new breath (while This Woman's Work plays in the background, a song literally about a problematic birth as the partner feels practically helpless to do anything)...

So it's something Stede can't physically assist with. He can only give Ed support and a little guidance. In summation, as Edward plunges into the depths of despair, literally weighted down by his trauma, here comes this sweet, loving sea creature that is so different from anything he has ever known but has always wanted. Now, this could be problematic, as this season is probably going to delve more into how Ed and Stede see their roles fairly differently, with one ready to move on from the pirate life and the other ready to jump right in. Stede certainly doesn't seem to view himself as a sweet, goldfish merman, as currently he is all about being a swashbuckler.

But for now, Ed's vision met with Stede's heart-wrenching desperation...

...brilliantly highlights how much Ed and Stede mean to each other. And for this sequence, Rhys Darby learned a new skill and was fully present with Taika Waititi (MAJOR props to him also for shooting this underwater moment so frickin beautifully) in one of the most memorable scenes thus far.

Maybe his motivation for doing it was just because merpersoning is a neat thing to do, but the result really meant a lot. To see him there with Taika's Edward in an actual tail, and not just Taika reacting to a body double with a masked over face or a CGI tail that will always be fake no matter how real it looks... Mad respect, man. And thank you. P.S. Also this:

Absolutely. Personally could not be more thrilled that they used practical effects rather than CGI. It shows, OFMD team. It really shows ❤️

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Okaaaay pls gib that pre-TBABTO Stuilly scene. The night they got together, before they met Reader. I need to see the high emotions of that moment!

Ahhhhh! I am so, so happy you asked for this! I am so stoked to finally get this out! I wanted to write this for like ever! So fucking happy holidays to you Sunny, @polyghostfacehours this is for you, the biggest TBABTO fan ever! So for the unaware, Two Boys Are Better Than One, is my poly!Ghostface long fic, I adore it, and writing one-shots and exploring parts of it is the best, so whenever I can sink my teeth into this verse again I do it. I spent so long on this one, so much thought went into it, I hope you allll adore it! This is how Billy and Stu got together in TBABTO specifically. This is also my first like non reader fic, just legit characters, so that is wild too! Everyone enjoy the last fic of the year! Oh, and happy new year!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.1K. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher. NOT READER INSERT! Pre-Events Of TBABTO. Warnings: Emotions. Shitting On Maureen Hard. Crying. Murder. Gore. Death. Lying. Making Out. Sneaking Around. Mentions Of Oral And Hand Stuff. Emotional Confessions.

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“What If It Isn’t A Joke?”

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Billy Loomis was one of the most consistent things in Stu’s life.

Certainly more so than his parents ever have been. He felt invisible in his own house, his folks were much more concerned with other things so he had the need to get his attention outside of the house. What is one of the easiest and most satisfactory ways to do that? Being a loud and funny kind of guy, a class clown, naturally, it works, he gets the attention he has sorely been missing at home and in the process he ends up meeting Billy.

The two might seem a little odd as friends at first but they just work, always have, a sort of ease that was hard to find and that few friendships ever did. Did they fight and get on each other's nerves at times? Duh.

What close friends didn’t?

Stu could be sensitive and Billy could have issues with his temper and both could say shit at times they didn’t mean, especially while upset, but it was always ironed out in the end.

It was easier to deal with the hard emotions when he was around Billy, he felt heard and understood, someone else got him and kept him distracted when stuff was rough. So whenever the favour was in need of being returned Stu was more than happy, willing and able.

The hardest time in Billy’s life was unexpected to say the least. Billy’s home life always seemed so much more stable, he liked going to his house, his mom was always sweet to him, they seemed happy, adjusted, normal.

Mr.Loomis’ affair was a complete shock when it came out.

The fact that Billy’s dad cheated was insane, him cheating with his son’s friend’s mother was unbelievable, totally unthinkable.

So Stu was there for him, when the news came out, when everything looked so dour, when Billy’s mom left, he became the distraction his friend so desperately needed. Whatever he felt like Billy needed he was more than willing to do. Making him laugh became harder and harder, but the few times he could it would make Stu melt inside, the sound and smile spreading from brunette to blonde.

Stu really thought that Billy was starting to do better until the other horrible news came out. While his family was torn apart, Sidney’s was not, Mr.Prescott was insistent on them working it out, her family was still whole. Billy was avoiding Sidney like the plague, not wanting to be around her in any capacity. If they hadn’t been friends, if he didn’t go around to her place, then maybe the two wouldn’t have met, maybe his mom would still be around, it was too much to think about.

It was the first time he had ever seen him cry. Billy had cried in his life, sure, but he always hid it, didn’t want to be seen in that way, not even by his best friend but as they sat in Stu’s bedroom and he let loose emotionally. Divulging all he held in the tears fell and Stu didn’t judge or blame him, honestly shocked it took this long for him to get to this point. He wanted to reach out and touch him but he didn’t, afraid it might make his friend lash out. It was hard to see him like this, he was just as upset honestly, it was total bullshit, seeing him hurt so much made him hurt too. He didn’t deserve this, his family torn up, he let his own feelings spill forth as he said, “Maureen is a fucking bitch.”

It was like the floodgates opened even further after that, encouraged from what Stu said he began to really allow himself to vent, “She is such a bitch! She’s so fucking fake-”

“The fakest.” Stu agreed with a nod, before the rant from his friend continued, “-to think I went over to her house, I fucking sat there, ate the shitty food she cooked and she acted all sweet and normal all while she was fucking MY dad! Destroying MY parents' marriage!”

It was nauseating, again Billy and Sidney were friends for fucksake and she did that? Looked at one of her daughter's friends and went after their dad.

Billy ran a shaky hand through his hair and Stu in a moment of bravery, finally reached out, his hand to his friend’s knee and he said seriously while meeting his gaze, “She’s a disgusting fucking slutbag whore who deserves to rot.”

Billy let out a humorless laugh, closer to a sob, “You can say that again man, fuck.”

The pair said some truly awful shit but they were alone and in their feelings, it was harmless, right?

Besides Billy seemed to feel better, lighter after that vent session and so, it kept happening. Getting all his feelings and aggression out seemed to be working for him.

That same theme of ‘she should just rot’ kept coming up. One of these venting sessions Stu made the joke that, “You know we should really just kill her. That would fix all your problems.”

He laughed, it had been so long since he had genuinely laughed, warmth bloomed in Stu’s chest as he watched Billy wipe at his eyes, “Shit, yeah just put her outta her misery.”

“Take her out back and shoot her, like a less loyal ol Yeller.” Stu teased, pulling another laugh out before saying, “Actually that comparison is offensive.”

“Is it?” Billy asked on an exhale and Stu said, “Yeah. To the dog.”

A new favourite edition to the bitch sessions made its appearance, joking about how Maureen Prescott should die and what they would do. At first it was funny, ridiculous ideas that in no way had much basis in reality, cartoony in nature. But soon enough it started to shift and change and bleed, turning into them talking more seriously, Billy is the one who began to get more real with it, graphic and violent. “A gun is too good for her.”

A questioning hum from Stu and Billy said, “It’s too quick, too clean. She deserves to fucking suffer.”

There was this look in those warm brown eyes. A fire, a passion and Stu realised that he was serious. He looked more like himself, but also, better in a strange kind of way, as if this was helping him come back more to who he was before this mess, being put back together but better.

“What would you do to her Billy?”

There was no pause, no hesitation as he started to say, “I’d want to do it in her house. I’d want to go there and make her afraid for her life, make her feel small and helpless, make her beg for me to not do it but I would.”

“How would you make her suffer?” Stu asks, there was hardly any space between both of them.

Their eyes met and he said, his tone sure and confident, an undeniable edge of heat to it that had Stu questioning himself and his own feelings, “I’d take that knife in my hand and I’d make her regret every single action, no matter how small, that led her to ruining my life. I’d fucking skin her alive, I would-”

“What then?” His voice didn’t sound like his, why was he out of breath?

“I’d drive that knife into her, over and over. The bitch likes to be penetrated so much I can give that to her, I’d stab her until she was unrecognisable, make her choke on her own fucking blood.”

Jesus he shouldn’t like that thought even the smallest bit and yet it made him feel something he refused to contend or deal with. He thought maybe this was enough, it was all done but the next time Billy came over he wanted to talk about seriously. Nights spent up late talking out every single angle possible and figuring it out, countless movies watched, pages of notes scribbled down, it bonded them even closer together somehow. Stu felt special because Billy was the only person he trusted enough with this side of himself, to help him through this. Stu kept convincing himself, perhaps if they planned it that would satisfy him, then they could stop, they would stop.

But then Stu finds himself in all black, with a knife he bought and Billy by his side, the pair of them outside the Prescott house after Cotton Weary just left, the perfect patsy to pin it all on, thank God that Maureen slutted it up so much, it really helped them here. Sidney and dad were both not home and unaware of what was about to happen.

It happens so fast, a total rush, breaking in, ropes used, he held her down while Billy tied, quick and practised moves. She was gagged, the sounds she made were still awful when ice cold sharp steel was driven into her over and over. He got caught up in the moment, when Billy offered he couldn’t help himself, he took the knife, it wasn’t like he even wanted to do this really, he more wanted to do this with Billy, share the experience, be apart of this, do it for him, he’d do anything to make him happy.

Together, this is all about doing it together, he couldn’t let him do it alone and moreover he didn’t want him to, if Billy was doing it? So was he. His own personal feelings be damned.

The knife feels heavy, the handle slick with blood already, he had to grasp it firmly to keep his hold on it, he didn’t look where he stabbed, not on the first one anyway. It slid in so easily, so smoothly, Stu always knew he was strong but he didn’t really think about how much until this moment, the next he stole a glance and the third he couldn’t look away. From hand falling, to blade embedding, to twisting and pulling it free, the sickening sound of it unignorable, Maureen was weak, her body jerked upwards as he removed the weapon, the new wound was deep, even more blood poured out, she was coughing, near the end.

He couldn’t finish her off, it wouldn’t be right, he gave the knife over and Billy took it gratefully.

He didn’t need to hold her down any longer, she had no fight left. This is the one image that was the most dangerous, the one that refused to leave his brain that made him the most concerned about doing this. Seeing Billy, knife in hand, blood soaking into his clothes, above the woman who brought him so much pain, tore his family apart irrevocably, his body and muscles taught, ready to strike. Stu watched every second of it, the end came quickly, more quickly than Billy would have liked, he wanted to spit on her corpse but that would be reckless, even more stupid than this already was.

Instead he cursed her out, Stu let him get some of it out of his system, horribly obscenities flung before pulling him up and dragging him out of there. As soon as they were outside they were running, had to get away, the reroute pre-planned and careful, they didn’t stop until they had made it back to Stu’s place.

They were safely inside Stu’s room, still slick with blood and out of breath, Billy opens his mouth and says, “We did it, we actually did it, holy fuck Stu-” And before he could say anything in response there are hands on his face, sticky, warm and he is pulling him close and to his shock, he was kissing him.

He had dreamt about this, fantasised about it much more than he would ever admit to anyone, least of all Billy, but he never thought it would actually happen. His mind went blank, it took a moment for him to respond, to return his effort and kiss him back, his own tacky hands reaching out and fisting in the shirt of his partner in crime. He kisses differently than he imagined he would with one small detail still as he predicted it would be, he is forceful and fiercely confident. He doesn’t want it to stop, he clings, returns all he is given, unsure what this is or means, if this is simply a one off, or worse some kind of sick joke.

He pushes down any worry, choosing to focus in on the moment, drinking in every single second of it, of him, how he tastes and smells, the heat radiating off him, the feel of them pressed together. He didn’t want it to stop, didn’t want it to end, but all moments, even the best ones, are just that, moments.

Inherently fleeting is the very nature of a moment. Here and then gone, always meant to end, no matter how tightly we hold, it isn’t something we can change.

Stu has to hold back a whine when Billy breaks away, sucking down a deep breath and he is terrified, wondering if he was about to say it was a mistake or some prank. Instead the hands on his face move, thumbs sweep over his cheeks and down, the move isn’t smooth, lingering blood making the movement clumsy but somehow better, it made it feel more real, grounded Stu to the now, to them. Billy spoke, genuinely, as he was staring into Stu’s eyes, “Thank you.”

His mind felt slow and far too sluggish, felt much more in his body, his brain having a strong disconnect as he is riding the high from his first, and hopefully, not his only kiss with his best friend, he spoke without thinking, “For?”

Billy laughed, eyes closed and nose wrinkling as his head pitched forward slightly and that made Stu smile, wide and goofy grin spreading easily on his face. Billy’s head came back up, another deep breath with his hand on Stu’s chest, he wondered if he could feel his heart going nuts, Billy sighed, “You’re fucking hilarious man.”

“Thanks.” Stu hummed out, his hands moving now, letting go of his shirt, smoothing over shoulders. The brunette looked down at himself and said, “Jesus, we're a mess. Mind if I use your shower?”

“Yeah, no sweat, go for it.” Came his response as he pulled his hands away.

He didn’t think about what they did.

Shockingly he really didn’t. Maybe if he didn’t share that kiss with Billy, maybe if after they were both cleaned up they didn’t raid Stu’s kitchen and eat way too much food, maybe if he didn’t sleep over that night he would have felt some kind of guilt, his mind might have run and slumber would elude them. But that didn’t happen, Billy stayed and he didn’t question his decision much and he still didn’t when Marueen’s body was discovered and the media circus in town started.

The two clung closer, spent tons of time together, and of course, talked. Billy found himself hating Sidney more and more as time drags on. Listening to her talk, even briefly about how much she was hurting, how much her mother didn’t deserve it, all it served to do was infuriate and annoy Billy. She deserved to hurt, deserved the pain, he couldn’t be the only one hurting, he lost his mother and now she lost hers, the scales felt more even but surprisingly the pain he felt didn’t stop. It eased but it still had a particular sharpness, an edge that could cut deeply if he were left to linger on it too long.

It was a week after that first kiss. It was late, watching a movie, not the first of the night, it was dark, nothing but the blue lights from the tv illuminating the space. They were on opposite ends of the couch, Stu was reclined, back against the arm rest, hands behind his head, one foot on the floor, the other resting on the couch, knee bent, extremely relaxed. Billy was in an equally at ease position, leaning back, cheek resting on his hand. They weren’t really joking or riffing, a comfortable silence had fallen over them, Stu was focused on the movie, but something pulled his attention, namely, Billy moving. He thought he might be going to use the bathroom or get another snack or something, Stu’s head turned to see what was up but instead of him standing, there was his best friend, coming closer. He didn’t know what to say, what he could say as he settled on top of him, unsure of what was about to happen until for the second time he felt Billy’s lips on his.

They didn’t talk about it.

They talked about a lot of things, but not about the slowly building physical relationship between them. They didn’t talk about the long make out sessions, or the afternoon they got off while watching each other or the hand jobs or the blow jobs, or the many other things they did when fooling around.

Stu was never sure when it would happen, seemingly for no real reason, the mood would hit his partner in crime and he’d give into it and soak up all of it. He wanted to return it, wanted to reach out and touch, wanted to press into him, kiss him, but he also didn’t want to be rejected. The idea of trying to initiate something only to have Billy recoil was heartbreaking so he didn’t.

He just spent time with him, always hoping that Billy would start something up, nervous tension lingering in the back of his mind. Luckily, thankfully, it seemed to be happening more often than not, the sneaking and fooling around was fun, way too fun as it kept ramping up. It was hard to remember the awful act that they committed unless Billy brought it up and when he did he would just be reminded of the confusing feelings he had that night. It was like something was woken up in him that night, something he didn’t expect, it started to pop up more and more, in those quiet, lonely, few and far between moments when Billy wasn’t around.

He liked the connection, the fact they had a secret, that is what he liked, right? He didn’t like holding the knife or the way the body spasmed under him when he stabbed it, the rush of emotion and blood, he wasn’t that person. At least that is what he kept telling himself.

So why is he so into the image of Billy that night, wielding that blade and covered in blood.

He didn’t like to think about it, it was much too confusing.

He only did it for him, he didn’t do it because he enjoyed it on any sort of personal level, nope, no way.

Stu used to never give a shit about the news but as the trial progressed it seemed to be the main thing Billy and him watched. Almost always on in the background.

It was a late Saturday afternoon when the news dropped.

They both were in Stu's living room, had the TV on, had been talking, trying to distract themselves as they waited, wondering if they'd really done it. Stu had been laying back on the couch, throwing a ball up and catching it over and over, just something to occupy his hands and give himself something to focus on.

Billy was in the chair near him, boots on the coffee table and when those words actually filled the air between them, they couldn't believe it.

“Cotton Weary has been found guilty for the crime of murdering Marueen Prescott.”

Stu sat up, looking over to Billy, wondering if he heard, hell wondering if he heard right himself, asking, "Did they-?"

The pause was killing him.

Billy had his eyes still focused on the tv, but he started nodding and then he said, "They...They did."

He sat back in his chair and Stu practically fell over himself as he got off the couch, "Holy shit man!"

Stu’s mind started running a mile a minute and his mouth tried to keep up, “This is huge, massive, this is everything you wanted man, just! Fuck they believed it, they think he did it, they think that pathetic shithead Cotton fucking Weary did it-”

He kept talking, rambling, Billy seemed a million miles away, he was sure he was thinking just as much as he was. The verdict was really sinking in. Stu's hands were on his shoulders and gave his best friend a small shake. "We actually did it!"

Billy finally let himself smile that afternoon and he said, "Yeah. We did."

Stu’s own face threatened to hurt from smiling as he was stuck on that word. We. He is totally right, this couldn’t have happened without both of them.

It was a massive relief. So much pressure taken off. They had both been feeling it, even if again, they didn’t talk about it, but now it didn’t matter, they did the impossible, literally got away with murder.

Obviously they had to celebrate it properly.

They could really relax now, the pressure was totally off and the high was unlike anything else.

It felt corny to think, let alone ever say out loud, but Stu had been to and hosted a lot of parties, loved the attention, the feeling of it all, however, being alone with Billy here, was so much better.

They didn’t stay at Stu’s for long. They went out and upon his urging he said he had a plan. Billy figured the least he could do was put a little faith in him. So when a few hours later, a box of pizza and a stolen pack of beer later, the car was parked in the forest and he asked, “Where are we going, man?”

“Were almost there, c’mon you’ve had fun so far, right?” Stu asked and he had to admit, he did, times with Stu were always fun.

“Yeah I have, but what are we doing in the fucking woods?” Billy asked, hand not holding the six pack gesturing out to the trees around them. Stu rolled his eyes, “What’s wrong with some fresh air and a change of scenery? We’ve been stuck in my house for weeks watching the damn news! It’s right up here-”

A groan, pretending to be put out, but the smile on his face is fond and Stu’s shoulder bumped his, “Shut up.”

“With how much you talk I can barely get a word in edgewise anywa-” The joke died on his tongue when they reached their destination. He had never been here before. A break in the trees, a clearing, a cliff and a pretty stellar view of Woodsboro as the sun was finishing setting.

“Holy shit.” Billy said and Stu said as he passed by him, “Right?”

“Where the fuck did you find this place?”

“Heard from a little birdie, don’t worry about it.” Stu told him as he sat down, patting the spot next to him, “Let’s eat before the pizza gets cold.”

This is just what he needed.

Laughing and joking around, no worries, everything worked out amazingly. A few slices and cans in they both felt loosened up enough, far away enough to really gush.

“You know what is the craziest part about this?” Billy started.

“The fact we got away with it?” Stu asked and it made him pull the can away from his mouth, the back of his hand hitting his chest, “Yes! Exactly! We didn’t just fool the fucking idiot Woodsboro cops, we didn’t just trick Sidney fucking Prescott, we pulled one over on the entire country! Everyone was watching this case coast to Goddamn coast!”

When he put it in words like that it was a little hard to not be excited by it. There was a lot of power in it, something about it did feel totally nuts. “I still can’t believe it! When they said he was guilty I thought I was going insane! It’s completely-”

“Unbelievable!” Billy cut in, his hand on Stu’s shoulder and he said, “And we did that man. Us.”

Stu nodded, corners of his mouth pulled up again in a grin, he took another drink, liking the feeling of Billy’s hand on him too much, “Yeah man, us.”

“If only there really was an us.” Stu mused quietly to himself. This was fine though. It wasn’t everything he wanted but just being near him and with him was enough, he could live with it. He pivoted the subject.

“Do you think about that night we did it, often?” Stu asked and Billy groaned, his head tipping back as he said, “Yes! Oh my fucking God, yes.”

He sighed, “That night was just-” He let his sentence trail off, “-everything I had been wanting for so long.”

“Everything, huh?” Stu asked with a nudge and no small amount of hope and he said, “Yeah, I felt, so, so out of control for so long, like my life was destroyed, the rug pulled out from under me and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt really helpless but that night, this, what we did, I’ve never felt more sure of myself. Like I was doing what I needed to take all that power back.”

Stu had a problem. A serious problem. Listening to his best friend talk about the night they committed murder shouldn’t make him almost melt, hearing how happy he was, how it fixed everything, how Stu helped fix everything.

“You really seemed to enjoy it in the moment.” Stu said quietly and Billy was up on his knees, he finished draining his current can, a casual toss of it aside before looking down at him, “You didn’t seem to exactly hate it yourself.”

He didn’t.

Stu ignored the feeling that stirred in his chest at the memory of him wielding the knife, instead he was a little bold, he said, “I certainly didn’t hate the little after party at my house.”

“Ah yeah, after our clean getaway?” The brunette inquired as he moved closer, Stu snorted, “Clean getaway? Did you see the state of our clothes and my bathroom after that? Nothin’ clean about it.”

Billy let himself laugh, he was beside Stu now, much, much closer as he said, “Fucking corny as shit man, that’s what you are.”

“You still laughed.” Stu pointed out and he had to concede, “I did. You make me laugh more than anyone.”

No retort was handed out because there was no opportunity for one to be given because before he could they were kissing. Stu is sure he leaned in first but Billy closed the gap so fast it was almost as if who started it didn’t really matter.

Billy hadn’t been able to stop thinking all night. Hadn’t been able to look away from Stu all night either. He had been thinking, felt like he had been thinking more about Stu and this, whatever it was, since that first kiss, no that was a lie, since before that. After that kiss is when he started thinking more about him, so much more.

He thinks he had been thinking more now about everything between them then he ever did when he was planning the murder.

His feelings were such a mess, he felt like a mess. He felt things, deep and real, things that made him ache and it was finally too fucking much.

Reluctantly pulling away he breathed out, “Stu?”

“Yeah man?” Came the out of breath response and Billy sat up, “I got something on my mind, it’s been something I’ve been thinking about a while-”

“You can talk to me, you can always talk to me.” Stu assured, concern was tinting his tone as he sat up too.

Where could he even begin to explain all that was going through his mind all this time?

Stu could see he was struggling, he reached out, holding out his hands and Billy sighed in relief, he took his hands, gratefully. He felt his hands were way too sweaty but he didn’t say anything about it. He took a deep breath and met his gaze, Stu gave a nod, encouraging him, he seemed almost worried, “Spit it out man.”

Right, he’s right, just say it.

“What we’ve been doing, ever since that night, it’s been-” Amazing? Fantastic? Better than anything I have ever experienced? Nothing seemed quite right. His mind is going as fast as his heart, “-and I can’t stop thinking about it and you and, it’s like we are joined at the hip at times but still when you’re gone-” He laughed, a shake of his head, “-I miss you.”

A deep and shuddering breath, “How fucking lame is that shit? I hang out with you all afternoon and all fucking night after doing stuff like this-” He squeezed his hands, “-and when I leave I still miss you.”

He didn’t stop talking.

“And I am so thankful! You have always been here when I really, really needed it. You are there for me more than anyone, I mean fuck, look what you did with me!”

Stu let out a small laugh and Billy kept rambling, “And that, I keep thinking of all that.”

“All of what?” The question was so quiet he wasn’t sure Billy would hear him at first.

“All those things you do. That dumb laugh and smile and how you can never keep that stupid tongue in your mouth.” Stu opened his mouth and Billy laughed, letting go of his hands and instead forcibly closing Stu’s mouth who tried to squirm away.

“Knock it off man, oh my God.” It was absurdly fond when he said it, pulling away his hands when he was sure he wasn’t going to continue being such a dumbass.

Stu agreed, wide grin and still snickering, “Okay, okay-”

“What I am trying to get across is this, thing, whatever it is, I don’t want it to be a secret any longer.”

Was he hearing him right, he couldn’t help it, he asked, “Billy what are you saying?”

He still had his hands on him, another reassuring touch, thumb tracing over his pulse, “I’m saying I don’t want to keep sneaking and fucking around. I want to be with you.”

Did he die?

Stu couldn’t help but wonder if he actually fucking died in the car on the way here. He wanted to ask if he was joking or something but instead he didn’t question shit, why should he? It was everything he wanted, about to be handed to him, so he didn’t say anything. Hands fisted in Billy’s shirt and he pulled him to him, he kissed him first and they both melted into it. When he finally did pull away Billy asked, “So you want that too or-”

“Yes, holy shit yes, okay?” Stu laughed, arms wrapping around him, a strong hug and Billy hummed out, “Holy shit are the words of the day aren’t they?”

“Seems like.” Billy responded as he returned the hug. They stayed up there for hours before they came down sometime after three in the morning hand in hand.

They weren’t sure where to go from here or how it would all pan out between them in the long run but hey they did get away with murder. When they were together, they could do anything.

#Stuilly #Billy Loomis X Stu Macher #BHF asks #BHF writing #polyghostfacehours #I hope you all love it!#HAPPY NEW YEAR

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dykevirgo · 2 years

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it’s 7:45am on april fool’s day and i’ve already been rick-rolled twice 😒

#i usually don't mind getting rick-rolled #i find it funny #but both times it's been completely unexpected and seemed legit #and my volume was turned up both times from my alarm #and from doing therapy last night on my computer #so i'm a lil annoyed #usually i can see them coming or it's a funny surprise #anyway #bella posts

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uwuwriting · 3 years

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Incompatible ships w/ Todoroki, Kirishima, Bakugou and Midoiya

Request: hii! i love ur posts so i thought why not request ajbakaha,, can i ask for todoroki, kirishima, bakugou, izuku getting jealous bc their s/o is getting shipped with another student :D (it can be their relationship is still a secret or smth) btw i love your posts!! it's free serotonin!! 😽😽- anonymous

Secret relationships are my favorite trope. This and friends to lovers. I live for these types of fics. Random fact, my allergies are acting up bc I helped take down the Christmas decorations and now my hands are on fire. Love ya. 💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: fluff, minor suggestive themes not something major though

Todoroki Shouto

-Things like jealousy are a rare occurrence in your relationship.

-Todoroki is the type of boyfriend who trusts you blindly and would put his own life in your hands without a single hesitation.

-Sometimes it bothers him how other people effortlessly flirt with you but he knows that nothing will come out of it no matter how much they chat you up.

-He knows you can handle yourself and get out of a situation if things start getting out of hand.

-And if you can’t, he will butt in glaring down at the person who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

-Everyone around you seem to believe that the two of you are really close friends; none of them have caught a whiff of your relationship and you are proud of yourselves.

-I mean it is pretty hard keeping so many romantic milestones hidden from your friends.

-But alas you both knew that keeping all of this to yourselves would be for the best.

-Now, we all know that the girls of your class drool over any remotely romantic interaction you have.

-Same goes for everyone actually.

-Oh Kirishima held the door open for you the other day?? I can see a new ship sailing.

-Sero helped you pick up your stuff when you bumped into a wall? Your knight in shining armor.

-Really any sort of kind gesture was interpreted as romantic interest at this point.

-The worst part of it all was the ship they had created and have been simping over for the past three months.

-You had managed to create an unexpected friendship with Monoma from class 3-B.

-The agency he interns in is right next to yours so you take the same train and then walk to almost the same building every single day.

-You see him during patrol, the pro heroes you work under have paired up once or twice so a friendship was inevitable.

-So imagine the surprise on your classmate’s faces when Monoma began waiting for you outside the 3-A dorm building.

-Mina wouldn’t shut up about how cute you two were together and what a perfect match you made.

-Soon enough the other idiots joined the party and you were drowned in ‘awwww’s and ‘love story in the making’s.

-You got tired of explaining that he was just a friend, that you weren’t interested in him.

-The fact that you could feel Todoroki’s gaze burn through your back didn’t help at all.

-Your boyfriend had asked you about Monoma because he too found it weird how he waited for you everyday.

-The boy’s presence didn’t bother him at first.

-He was lowkey grateful that you finally had company on your way to the agency considering he couldn’t walk with you since his building was in the opposite direction.

-It started becoming a problem when all he could hear during the breaks was the stupid ship name the girls had created.

-He could see how visibly uncomfortable it made you and how you would seek for his gaze during those moments.

-Then they started talking about how cute your kids would be and that’s when Shoto had enough.

-It’s one thing hearing about how cute your girlfriend would be with someone else and it’s completely different when you hear about their potential offspring.

-Grabbing your wrist he basically dragged you out the classroom and into an empty hallway, pinning you to the nearest wall before connecting his lips with yours.

-You let a surprised gasp which gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss, making you grasp onto his shirt as your knees gave out.

-After what felt like an eternity he let you go for air before attacking your jaw, neck and collarbones.

-Soon those soft kisses turned into little love bites.

- “Sho you’re gonna leave a mark.”

-Releasing your skin from between his teeth, he admired the reddish hickey he had left at the base of your neck.

-He was sure your shirt’s collar could cover it up just barely.

- “That’s the point, love.”

-Intertwining your fingers, he led you back to class, going to his seat with a proud smirk on his lips leaving a very flustered puffy-lips-messy-haired you in his wake.

Kirishima Eijiro

-Kiribaby is not the jealous type.

-Like only if you give your undivided attention to a puppy and you smother it with all your love and affection then maybe, just maybe, he will pout a bit and ask for his own fair share of love.

-He trusts you just like Todoroki does.

-Nothing has ever happened to suggest that he should worry about others stealing you from him so he doesn’t worry.

-Plus you are always together no matter what.

-Almost everyone from your class knows that you are together so the shipping doesn’t start from them.

-Oh no.

-It starts from class 3-B who has seen you talk to Tetsutetsu quite a bit this past few weeks.

-You might wait for him outside their classroom during lunch breaks.

-They have caught you hanging out outside of the school grounds.

-So the only logical explanation they can come up with is that you two are either A) dating or B) have a thing for each other and are getting there.

-Soon enough rumors start circulating.

- “Did you know that someone from the hero course is dating that metal guy from class 3-B?”

- “Yeah yeah I heard it’s that girl Y/N. They do look really cute together, not gonna lie.”

-Eventually these rumors reach Kiri’s ears and they kinda get to him.

-He knows that you haven’t been hanging out extra with Tetsutetsu since every time you guys go out he is always with you.

-You are the type of couple who does everything together, literally.

-Apart from being in different agencies ya’ll are holding hands almost 24/7.

-So he really doesn’t get what everyone is talking about.

-Mineta doesn’t help.

-He really doesn’t.

-He starts making scenarios about what you do while Kirishima is out of the dorms; how you have wrapped both homies around your finger and toying with them.

-Oh the very vivid scenes he creates with all three of you in a…. compromising position.

-Kirishima hates that most of all.

-The words coming out of Mineta’s mouth disgust him to no end and soon enough he is walking to your dorm ready to talk this through.

-Opening the door you greet your boyfriend with a smile and a quick peck but you immediately know what is on his mind.

- “Baby what are we gonna do?”

-You basically whine at the question.

-He spends the whole night at your dorm brainstorming ideas until you both pass out on your floor.

-And your solution to the problem?

-Ignore the whole thing and continue on with your lives.

-He suggested maybe leaving a mark somewhere *like our boy Sho* but you shot him down saying that they would just think Tetsutetsu did it.

-After Monoma catches you in your classroom making out on your desk though the rumors soon die out.

Bakugou Katsuki

-Crazy boom boom boy.

-Your relationship is a secret because he doesn’t want to deal with all the other idiots gushing over your relationship and getting all up in your business.

-Your relationship is a sacred thing he has sworn to protect and he won’t let Mineta’s ugly ass hands get anywhere near it.

-Gonna taint it even with his thoughts.

-Guard dog Bakugou bark bark.

-It’s fairly easy to maintain a secret relationship with him.

-Sure he might be a tiny bit calmer with you and maybe just maybe his eyes linger on you during training but yeah he treats you just like he treats all the other extras he is surrounded by.

-Now, Bakugou is kinda *read a lot* jealous in general.

-He doesn’t like when people he doesn’t fully trust or like, talk to you or are close to you.

-He has butted in on your conversations with Todoroki one too many times and the poor crispy baby is so confused like why are you like this?

-I just want the chemistry notes please let me get them in peace for once.

-You have chastised him about that manier times but your resolve melts when he pouts *YES HE POUTS AT YOU RWIHPWIE* before wrapping his strong arms around you.

- “I just don’t wanna lose you, dumbass.”

-You can barely make out his words as his face is buried in your stomach but you heard him and now you are tearing up at the pure emotion he is showing at these moments.

-At the end of the day though, he trusts you.

-He may not trust the other horny extras around you but he fully trusts you.

-There’s no doubt about that.

-You can imagine ,though, the instant rage he felt when he heard the girls talking about you and Deku.

- “They do make a great couple.”

- “Have you seen how they look at each other?”

- “Good for her, Deku is perfect boyfriend material.”

-First of all, how dare you, second hold the fuck up…..when did this become a WhoRe hOuSe?!?!?!?!

-Legit someone has to shake him out of his stupor after that one.

-You look at Deku in a certain way?

-Fucking DEKU?!?!?!

-THoughts are swirling in his mind almost pouring out of his ears when he hears the voice.

-That annoying ass voice that he has engraved in his brain since childhood.

-And the moment his eyes land upon Deku and you speaking, he sees red.

-He is pouncing on Deku in -5 seconds, the poor green haired boy completely unaware of what hit him, literally.

-They are on the floor wrestling on another, you screaming at Katsuki to stop and get his shit together while your boyfriend is spewing curse after curse at the OFA user simultaneously asking what the hell he was doing with HIS girlfriend.

-Aizawa had to break them up.

-They both got detention even though Deku did literally nothing.

-Katsuki was denied cuddles for a whole week and he was set on explaining duty now that the cat was out of the bag.

Midoriya Izuku

-Izuku is the best boyfriend anyone could ask for.

-He is loyal, shows emotions, is good at communicating with you, has incredible date ideas although he is kinda forgetful at times and his packed schedule doesn’t leave enough time to spend with you, at least not as much as he wants, but he always tries to make up for it in other ways.

-You love how much trust he puts in you.

-You couldn’t be more grateful.

-But Izuku has his insecurities.

-At times it becomes hard for him to understand why exactly you’ve chosen him to love when you could have anyone you wanted in this school.

-He can’t wrap his pretty little head around the reason why you stay with him when the only thing you get out of all this is others saying you deserve better than some crybaby.

-It has become his mission to prove to you that he isn’t what others say he is; he isn’t some crybaby, he is a hero in training who won’t hesitate to risk his life for you.

-You have reassured him multiple times that you don’t care what others say.

-You fell in love with him, him and all of his flaws.

-No one told you that you should fall for him and no you didn’t agree to date him out of pity.

-Most of the time you manage to erase those thoughts from his mind replacing them with the warm feeling of your love.

-But there comes a time when no matter what you say, the words of other people will get the best of him and it will be a struggle to build himself back up.

-He is thankful to have you by his side during those moments because then he truly feels weak, he feels helpless, he knows these things shouldn’t bother him.

-He loves you and you love him end of story, but they do get to him.

-One of the worst times he questioned if he was good enough was during your third year.

-Being in the support department you couldn’t be by his side 24/7 but you did always manage to see him during breaks to the point the whole class knew you and slowly became your friends.

-The thing is they thought you two were also friends; neither had ever mentioned your relationship and things felt so comfortable between you that they assumed that you were really close friends.

-Izuku had suggested keeping your relationship on the down low; him being in the hero course and having created rather the reputation, he was afraid that you would be dragged into something dangerous.

-Plus All Might advised you two to keep it a secret and All Might’s words are law.

-Izuku loved how well you got along with his friends, it meant that when he revealed your relationship they would all welcome you with open arms.

-What he didn’t expect though was for them to start shipping you with someone else.

-For some weird reason the girls of his class started obsessing over your interactions with Bakugou and soon after that they started trying to get you two alone in the same room, much to your dismay.

-In reality, Bakugou was the only person who knew about your relationship.

-He had ran into you as you were leaving Izuku’s dorm room, catching you two kiss goodnight.

-Bakugou, as much as he disliked Izuku, would never get in the way of your relationship and he hated this ship shit as much maybe even more than you did.

-Izuku was ready to crawl into a whole and die.

-You had to stay in his room for almost a whole month to calm him down completely, him flying you to your own building in the morning so you don’t get in trouble.

-It was a difficult time aand his classmate’s comments didn’t help one bit.

-The tipping point was when he overheard Mina devising a plan of setting you guys up.

-He walked down to the common room the next day with you next to him, hands intertwined, a hickey barely visible under the hem of HIS shirt, shocking everyone in the vicinity.

-A new ship was created *after they harassed you for answers*

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anotheranimestan · 4 years

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Heyooo I legit just found u bc of the bakugo series, and then I went on a spree reading your account- ugh I’m in love!!! Do you think you could tag me when part 3 comes out?

Ahhh! Thank you so much! ❤️ You guys have no idea how much a few words of encouragement means to writers 😭.

No need to tag tho because here it is!!!!! 😃

Sorry it took so long. I wanted to write it as best as I could! I don’t want disappoint anyone who’s been enjoying so far. ☺️

All Bark No Bite (pt. 3)

(Final part)

Bakugo angst + ~sexual tensionnn~

Please, children avert your eyes. Things get a LITTLE inappropriate here 😳

Read part 1 and part 2

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He’s an asshole...but he’s a HOT asshole 🤤

You’d never seen his room before. It was much different than you’d imagined. You’d expected burn marks all over the walls or blown up debris of things scattered about. Maybe a bunch of mirrors so he could look at his self-confident, conceited ass all night. But actually it was kinda of nice. Pretty neat. He had some posters hung up and some books laying around. Black sheets and blankets. And it smelled oddly sweet in here, sort of pleasant believe it or not.

You’re so used to him yelling and exploding so it was weird seeing him so relaxed, in his natural habitat. Doing normal things. Like eating a snack, tapping his pencil in concentration, fidgeting with his hair. He even spun around in his rolling chair a few times mindlessly. He was acting sort of...cute? It was unnerving being attracted to him like this.

But as soon as he noticed you watching him it was all over. You were making him self conscious. He didn’t even realize he’d let his guard down like that.

“That makes absolutely no sense, dumbass.” His voice was bored and over it.

“What are you talking about!? I’ve explained it three times!” You retorted indignantly.

“Exactly. I thought you were smarter than this...” He jabbed before turning around and flipping his notebook shut.

You’d spent twenty minutes attempting to teach him what he’d missed in class earlier today but he was insufferable. Easily the worst student on the planet. Every time you explained something he’d tell you how to teach it better. Who does that!?

“Whatever moron. I didn’t come up here to try and teach your pea brain. I—“ The words were harder to say than you’d expected. Painful actually. They really didn’t want to come out. “I just wanted to say sorry for getting you—“

He whipped a pencil and it hit you directly in the forehead.

“Ouch, what the fuck?” You hissed, rubbing the sore spot. How’d he get so much damn power behind that thing?

“Don’t apologize. It’s weird.”

“What!?” You threw the pencil back but only managed to hit his shoulder.

“Anyways...” He ignored you, completely unfazed by your assault.

“You’re easily the most—“

“Anyways...” You swore if he cut you off one more time you were going to smack the shit out of him. “Aizawa thinks you’ve lost your mind.”

The unexpected information took you aback.

“He saw you try and get yourself blown up in class yesterday... No sane person is stupid enough to pull a move like you did.”

Ah yes... he meant the time you wrapped the man’s hand around your neck, tauntingly, in front of like 20 classmates and two teachers. You’d been trying to avoid asking yourself the question of why you did that. You claimed it was the best way to shut him up....but there were other ways to do that. More reasonable ones. You wouldn’t admit you’d daydreamed of doing it before and subconsciously took the opportunity. Red embarrassment flashed through your body again. God knows what they were all thinking when they witnessed that. You desperately wished people would stop reminding you.

Suddenly the need to defend yourself bubbled up. “I—I only did that because I knew you wouldn’t do anything.”

He scoffed. But didn’t deny it. “If you’re going to try something stupid. At least do it right.” He chastised.

Your body froze as he stood up and walked over, crouching down directly in front of you.

“If I wanted to choke you. I’d do it like this.”

He wrapped his hand around your neck. Demonstrating the best way to actually cut off someone’s air flow. But he did it so gently you barely even heard his explanation. You were just flashing back to last night. Instantly your entire body lit on fire. Replaying this scene in your head was strong enough. But reenacting had you completely out of sorts. Kissing him again but this time going full out. You wanted to bite him, just to hear him make that deep moan into your mouth again. Just imagining it was making you flutter. Aching to have him pressed up against you like that, relieving some of this pressure that was building up in your body. You felt yourself unraveling. About to pounce.

But he interjected with something that stunned you once again. “The way you did it would be better for...other forms of choking.”

Dear god. Surely he knew what he was doing to you. If he kept this up any longer your heart or your lungs were definitely going to give out.

But you mustered up your last two brain cells that weren’t absolutely losing their shit over him and carried on with your normal banter.

“Yea yea, I get it. You can stop now.”

He didn’t budge. His hand still snug around your throat. You obviously didn’t mind it there but it was incapacitating your brain function.

You gently pushed it away and he didn’t resist. But where he put it next was no better.

He traced the side of your cheek and along the outline of your lips. Just staring at them, eyes lost like he was thinking deeply about something. He wasn’t giving you a moment of a break. No room to breathe.

Your nerves were through the roof, your heart was beating so loud you could hear it in your ears. Desperately you tried to change the topic. “So is this your attempt at being nice? Advice on how to murder someone?” It’s amazing how your mouth just spewed shit out even though your brain was actually dead.

“Sure.” Now he was tugging at your bottom lip. Completely unbothered by you baiting him.

“Ah. A nice Bakugo? I must be having a dream. I guess now that you’ve lost to me your whole tough guy persona has been killed.”

That snapped him out of it. But now he was looking just as intensely, directly into your eyes.

“Don’t push it.”

“Or what?” Faking composure was coming so easily much to your relief.

“Do you want to find out?” He growled.

“You’re not scary.” You said rolling your eyes as hard as possible.

Something snapped in him. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Within a moment he had you on your back. Your body didn’t even have time to process. Even if it did, would you have stopped him? He trapped both your wrists on either side of your head and your feet under his ankles. His arms looked glorious as he held up is body weight.

“How about now?” His voice was deep and savory.

There he went. Invading your mind again. His scent. That lust-filled look in his eyes. The way he was thoroughly enjoying being on top of you. The adrenaline was coiling through your body. He had you right where he wanted you. He could do anything he wanted to you. But that “annoying little mouth of yours” wasn’t done quite yet.

“Whatever. You always do this. But you won’t actually try anything.”

“You think I wouldn’t hurt you at all? I literally want to kill you sometimes.” He had a smug little grin on his face. But his eyes couldn’t pull themselves from your lips. After experiencing them once he could barely stop thinking about them.

“You’re telling me? I fucking hate you.” You lied.

It made his smirk form into that wicked, shit-eating grin he always wore. The one that gets deep under your skin and makes you want to punch him in the throat and yank him onto you at the same time.

“Kissing someone is a weird way to tell them you hate them.” He was really cutting into you now.

You hissed. “Hey. You kissed me.”

“You kissed me back.” He raised an annoying little eyebrow.

Your brain wanted to choke him (the murder kind) but your body was screaming something completely different. The emotions swirling around in your chest was so overwhelming. Finally you burst.

You trapped one of his arms and corresponding leg and threw your weight to roll on top of him. One of your favorite moves from self-defense class that you knew would come in handy. Now you straddled him and using every ounce of your weight tried to pin his wrists down.

You expected him to fight you like the vicious little monster he is. But instead when you looked down he was just staring back at you. You were stunned at how good he looked at this angle. Did he have any bad angles?

“Finally. You made a move.” He said pretending to sound impressed. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Yea well...” You scoffed proudly. “you think you’re so fucking tough. Now looo—“

The words flew out of your mouth and you were tumbling again. This time he just grabbed your waist and tugged you with brute force. No technique needed. He easily overpowered you.

“Yea, that wasn’t going to work out. It was a cute try though, Little Bite.”

He laid directly on top of you now. Your legs spread as he rested his hips between them. His full weight pressed into you making it flutter. Your arms had somehow wrapped themselves around his neck and rested on his back.

The tension in the air made it difficult to breathe. But you were fully unconcerned with getting oxygen right now.

Nose to nose now he said “We’ll just count this as my rematch. Clearly I won.”

“You suck at flirting.”

Flirting? Where’d that come from?

“Seems like it’s working pretty good to me.”

That smug fucking face again.

“You’re such an ass.”

He bit his lip.

“Fuck...I love when you insult me like that.”

A beat passed and that was all it took. You smashed his lips onto yours. Wrapping your legs around him and squeezing. Too close wasn’t close enough.

He kissed you like he wanted you bad. Like you were his favorite meal and he was absolutely famished. It was so intense and passionate that neither of you could catch any air. Every insult, all the bickering, every jab had built up to this moment and was fueling it like gas to a forest fire.

His warmth was overtaking you. His body was so heavy, crushing you just liked you’d been daydreaming about all this time.

Your mind shut down all functions except desperately trying to use all five senses to their max capacity and commit every bit of him to memory.

He felt you pawing at the edge of his shirt and sat up. He peeled it off slowly. Letting your eyes adjust to every inch of him.

Your hands were instantly stroking every one of his muscles starting at his shoulders and trailing down his soft skin slowly...slowly to the edge of his jeans. Your index finger sat teasingly on the front button as you admired his perfectly toned body.

But before you even had time to think about what you wanted to do next he took your wrist and secured it down above your head again.

He dipped down and went straight for your neck.

Greeting it with a warm wet kiss from his tongue, his lips wrapped around your skin and sucked gently. You felt the blood pooled with pleasure rushing to the area. His other hand started exploring your body. Finally he was getting to put his hands on you the way he really wanted all along.

After you started tugging on his hair, desperately trying to avoid any scandalous hickeys he rolled you around again.

Letting you on top to straddle his hips. Giving you only a little bit of freedom though, as he locked one arm around your waist and the other started caressing your thighs slowly working his way north.

After squeezing your ass until his heart was content he clamped down both hands on your hips. You couldn’t bare it anymore. Your hips started gently grinding against him and you bit down on his neck all at once. You felt the angle of his pelvis rubbing into you creating little rumbles of pleasure.

“Fuck y/n..” he muttered under his breath.

You both were getting more and more bothered and aroused. His hands never stopped grabbing and tugging at you. His moans growing more fervent as he whispered into your ear.

He was just toying with the idea of peeling off your shirt when...

“THIS IS THE POLICE! COME OUT!”

Your soul practically rose out of your body as a loud bang almost broke the door down. Bakugo’s hand slapped over your mouth. You’d screamed without realizing it.

Kaminari’s laugh sounded through the door. “Oh my god Bakugo! You scream like a girl!”

Mina shrieked. “No, stupid! Y/n are you in there!?”

Your life was ending.

“Get the fuck out of here before I come out there and break your skulls!” Bakugo barked at them.

They didn’t say anything but you heard their quick footsteps as they ran down the hall still shrieking like banshees.

“Oh god..” you groaned as you tried to roll away from him, using his bare chest to push off.

But he wouldn’t let you go. “Where are you going?”

“Aren’t you going to go hunt them down and threaten them or something.” Typical Bakugo behavior.

“No, I’m busy.”

You had to stop your mouth from falling open.

“They’re probably going to tell everyone.” You prodded. Expecting his temper any second now. Like he was a bomb about to go off. You pulled away again in preparation, sitting fully upright now.

“I’ll deal with them tomorrow. I’m dealing with you tonight. Now get back over here before I get mad.”

You shrieked as he muscled you back into his arms. He bent you back around him as snugly as he could. Moving your chin to the side, he kissed your neck, sweeter this time. Instinctively your hands ran through his hair. Fuck the rest of them. You could get lost in this hot head all night. And you were as he started gently sucking on your soft spots again.

But he pulled away abruptly. Like he’d just realized something. “How are you gonna become a pro hero if a moron like Denki can scare you like that?”

You smacked the back of your idiot’s head lightly. “Don’t fucking ruin it.” You groaned.

“Fine.” He grinned as he went in for the kiss that started the rest your next piping hot and sticky couple of hours together.

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TADAAA! What did you guys think?? What was your favorite part overall?

I’d love hearing your thoughts and opinions 😃 makes me a better writer

Also special shout-out to @jennammaee ! Pt. 2 of this series has been my most successful post yet, so thanks for encouraging me to write it!!

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About YZY leaving YMJ/JFM with her kids Post-WWX Arrival

Dear Dee, feel free to delete or ignore this or post it, whatever floats your boat. This just stuck in my head after those posts and I had to blurt it all to someone. Thanks for taking the time to read my word vomit.

So I had to do this instead of an ask because it got long and I wasn't sure how many asks it'd need or how short I could cut it down without losing parts of the argument. And then other things came up as I was writing and, well. Well..... >_>;;;;

But you know, after that post/ask you had about YZY fics saying 'Fuck U' to YMJ/JFM & leaving both with her kids, I had a sarcastic 'yeah right' attitude about it. Mainly due to a lot of negation emotions to such an abusive (and delusional) bitch, partly due to how she wouldn't do that since it doesn't seem to be something her sort of character would consider either because she'd think of it as 'losing' (losing what, IDK, it's why I consider her type of person crazy) or she legit wouldn't think about such a viable action.

But then later, in the shower, I seriously went 'Wait, she can't fucking do that' and it wouldn't be about how MXTX uses her as a part of the narrative but entirely about the/their culture in the novel; the actions that have and would be taken in response; and her entire toxic personality as well.

1) We already know that the sects and the cultivation world in general is sexist, elitist and so Capital T 'Traditional' to the point that it's starting to petrify and any deviancy from this is an exception rather than the norm. YZY might be a madame of a great sect (for what that's worth considering how shit of a madame she's been and the titles she's chosen for herself) but she's still a woman even with her high rank and the things she's personally accomplished.

Even if she was in her rights to leave a 'bad' marriage, she'd be the one who'd get scolded more instead of JFM by her natal family, her former husband's family and by their entire society at large even if she had a few singular supporters. Because That's Not How Things Are Done in their society and I do believe that such a thing was rare even when it was accepted method by the upper echelons. Especially since it would have to be done by more than YZY simply deciding that She Wants Out and just- goes and Gets Out. With no serious allegations that would allow her to divorce or separate from YMJ/JFM without the input from her family, JFM's family and, I think, possibly some measure of compensation as well. And no, having or bringing in a 'bastard child' is not a serious enough offence for such a humongous decision. I think something more along the lines of treason or crimes against multiple, high-ranking parties would be more along the lines. Maybe.

And even if she does this, she'd be considered 'Used Goods' (such a terrible comment) and there'd be no other good/proper marriage prospects for a divorced woman with children let alone a woman like YZY with her entire abrasive personality and attitude put off even easy-going JFM.

(If she'd been widowed then it'd be more forgiven but I consider that a Real Bad End since, IMO, it would lead to the sudden and inevitable decline of YMJ either via mass exodus of disciples and/or residents of LP; being merged with another sect due to it's unstable leadership; or create an internal political war 'cause I bet you anything that the YMJ Elders/relatives (if they have any) Would Not Want YZY in charge of YMJ when she's already proven herself such a shit betrothed let alone madame.)

2) Speaking of families, while YMJ/JFM/LP as a whole might be glad to see YZY's back, I don't think her natal sect, MSY, will be glad to see her come storming back after all the effort they put into getting that particular marriage alliance with YMJ. And if she brings her children with her? Oh man, oh boy- mother or not, that could be considered as kidnapping or line theft (is that a thing?) especially if YZY is also seriously considering divorce proceedings and raising them as Yu and not Jiang. That could give leave to, for anyone more unforgiving and maybe JFM if he's pushed enough, disown both JYL and JWY from the Jiangs through no fault of their own (though I'm sure YZY would make it so as well as blame JFM for her own decisions and mistakes).

Therefore, any inheritance or benefits they might gain for being legitimised children of a great sect are forfeited. JYL will likely lose that betrothal with JZX because JGS will drop it like a hot potato and JWY won't be a sect heir because YZY literally decided to remove that by deciding to raise JWY as a Yu, no matter their blood relation to JFM. They leave him, they leave YMJ and everything attached with it. Which is if YMJ/JFM doesn't demand MSY to give back their heir/ess and to punish YZY for her actions. Or send all three of them back for the appropriate reactions/decisions.

Their society would demand no less in reaction because, to them, it would seem like YZY had gone mad and JFM would look weak (or weaker) and imply that YMJ is vulnerable and exploitable if JFM doesn't do something in response to her actions. That's not even getting into what the other smaller sects may try to do in an attempt to curry favour with YMJ or what LLJ or QSW would try in order to destroy or diminish YMJ. And whether JFM chooses to demand his children back or not, it may not change the fact that this may give him reason enough to choose a nephew or niece to be the new sect heir especially if, even after getting rid of YZY's poisonous influence, JWY grows up to be his mother's child more than his father's or even his own person.

Either way, such a thing would bring great backlash on YZY, and MSY as well as the collateral. No one would want to give face to her or her children because it would bring up some very uncomfortable questions and scenarios to the other sects- specifically, what would happen if the female members of their clans/sets decided to follow the footsteps of YZY and leave with their children and heirs. Especially if they use it as an excuse to leave for their own comfort and whims and not some legitimate wrongs and dangers. That would create some more restrictions on women thanks to YZY

3) And lastly, if any one of those idiot YZY stans think that she'd ever give up the status of being a madame of a great sect they'd be as crazy or crazier than her. YZY is all about status and power and face. Specifically, her status, power and face and how people in her reach reflect her or 'insult' her. She is a selfish, terrible, abusive and toxic person and can only see people in regards to how they would benefit her and the elevation of her and in no other way. Especially her family. They cannot be their own person, they can only be an extension of her and gods forbid they go against her.

We can see this in how she treats the people she supposedly loves. JFM? Arguments day in, day out along with accusations and slander of cheating, having one(1) supposed 'bastard' and being 'in love' with CSSR. Which all seems sus as hell. And that's when she's actually there and not out 'night hunting'. Even her 'training' seems to border on unhelpful rather then helpful if my vague recollections of juniors fainting from exhaustion can be relied upon (please call me out if they're not or find proof).

JYL? Berated by not being 'strong' but not helped at all to be 'strong'. It doesn't help that YZY seems to believe in the same standards strength in their society- that is, of martial masculine strength which does not and should not apply to JYL who has been said to be sickly. Which means h should have been learning a different way of cultivation/fighting anyway. If that was something she wanted and had been offered in the first place- which I doubt. That isn't even getting into her repeated generational trauma mess of a betrothal which was decided only by those 'sworn sisters', accepted by her as a way out of her terrible home life and puts her squarely within reach of JGS who we know to be a womaniser, rapist, predator and a possible ephebophile considering we don't know the exact age of his youngest 'conquest' or the age of MZY's mother when they met which could be anywhere from 14 to 21.

JWY? Gods, so much meta on him and his(non-) relationships with his parents that I don't think I can contribute more to it. It's been all said and done. Unless people want me to stir the pot by saying that, maybe, just maybe, YZY resents JWY as much as she 'loves' him.Either because he's her son and yet never manages to 'accomplish as much' as WWX or because he's a boy and therefore, more benefits and allowances than a girl/woman- more than anything that YZY ever got without either a fight or screaming at someone about. *shrug*

So, in conclusion to this sudden an unexpected essay that I wrote(I'm so sorry about that, I thought it would be shorter -.-;;;;), YZY leaving YMJ/JFM with her kids? Impossible. Not without some sort of personality transplant or a complete AU. She's too prideful, too bitter, too angry, too everything negative and little positive. She's a resentful product of the values and restraints of her society taken to the extreme negative with a willingness to inflict her pain on others to an abusive degree. But she's also too obsessed and reliant on those same values and restraints to keep up the image of her status. So her? Giving those up? You'd be more likely to see WRH as a doting grandfather than that.

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Dee - All of this is true and yes YZY leaving YMJ is highly unlikely. While there will be consequences if she decides to leave, she does canonically lives separately from her husband. They seem to be in a situation where they are married but living separately, which was a common way to end a marriage (at least in spirit) back then. She essentially had all the perks of being Madam Jiang but fulfilled none of the responsibilities.

Afaik, her training the Jiang disciples is a donghua thing? I may be wrong but I recall she spent most of her time nighthunting.

As for taking her children along with her- that's completely impossible. At that point, children were the property of the father. She could leave but she would've never been allowed to take JC.

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guessimwritingficsagain · 3 years

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Delightful, chapter six (the final one)

Warnings : NSFW so +18

Author’s note : So, this is the end. Thank you all so much for reading and for the feedback. I had no idea where I was going with this but I have to say this : you and your reactions - on this fic and others -made me realize what it was that I wanted to talk about and it's helped me with projects of my own. That doesn't mean that I'm leaving, though. I'm a sucker for pining and yearning. I'll keep giving that to you. But, once again, thank you : I think fan fictions are very important, and they shaped me as a writer, so to whomever read this : if you're just a reader, thanks for reading, thanks for taking your time to connect with me, and thank you for your passion. If you're also a writer : thank you all the same, and good luck with your writing. You are legit. Your writings matter. You matter. All of you matter. Thank you.

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Javier stilled for a second to look at you. You whined :

‘I swear, if you stop…’

He chuckled, and put his mouth to work again. You were on your couch, his head between your thighs. You’d wanted to go to the bedroom but apparently Javier found it poetic to eat you out on the couch he’d spent so many nights on. You didn’t care about poetry much, not at the moment, but you indulged him. So here you were, still dressed except for your panties, sitting on your couch, Javier Peña kneeling on the floor, doing the Lord’s work because there was no way something that felt so good wasn’t holy. Except he was taking his sweet time, and you needed more. You bucked your hips to meet his face but he held you down, whispering against your cunt :

‘I got you, just enjoy.’

You were enjoying the moment, but Javier kept driving you to the edge and then he would just stop, kiss you, work you up again and then repeat the whole thing. You were going crazy with the need to come.

‘I swear, babe’ He mumbled as his nose teased your clit, one of his fingers pulling at the hair there, ‘it’s gonna be worth it in the end.’

You were about to quip back it didn’t seem worth it right now, but his mouth went back to work you found it was worth it. Not that you’d say it out loud. The way you grabbed tough, was enough for him to understand, your fingers clutching at his shoulders so much it hurt. He worked you through it, his moustache mingled with the hair between your legs.

When his face found yours again, you tasted yourself on his tongue, and licked his moustache for good measure, up until he proposed :

‘Drink ?’

You were dumfounded for a second, and admitted :

‘Well, I was thinking bed.’

He shook his head.

‘We have time, right ?’

He got you some wine, a bottle of whisky for him - you didn’t even feel ashamed when he found his bottle waiting for him, because you never threw it away. He laid down on the couch and motioned you to come closer. You obliged. You could feel his chest rising with every breath, and how hard he was against you. Before you could do anything, though, his fingers sneaked in between your legs again and you found yourself rocking against him, helpless as he drove you to your third orgasm tonight.

You hadn’t even come down completely when you turned around, fumbled with his belt, set him free and impaled yourself on him. You wanted to see him come, but he had the same idea about you, and made you come for the fourth time that night before he finally got his release. By the time you were done, you felt like you could never get up again.

Javier brought you close to him, and held you.

‘I knew you had it in you, babe.’

You punched his shoulder playfully.

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Javier never laughed.

He chuckled, yes, but you’d never seen him goof around, or have a full-belly laughter, something ripped out of him and wild. So when he did, for the first time, you couldn’t do anything but stare at him. Hard.

He was beautiful, you thought, the joke you’d just said completely forgotten. It was so easy to lose yourself in him that it scared you, sometimes. He leaned in and pressed a sloppy kiss on your cheek, still chuckling against your skin and it hit you like a train, at that moment, how much you loved him and longed for him every second of your existence.

You were scared. Scared of everything. Of getting a call telling you he was dead. Scared you were still one of many women he was seeing - yeah, you hadn’t had that conversation yet, even though it’d been a few weeks since that night at the bar. You were scared of how much that man meant to you.

You were trying very hard not to let it show, but, as if he could read your mind, his mouth traveled down your neck as he whispered, his words unexpected but not unwelcome :

‘Do you know how much I dreamt of that ? You and me just hanging out, just like that, and me kissing you whenever the fuck I wanted ?’

You squeezed his thigh and he sighed in your neck, his breath so warm on your sensitive skin. There was a beat of silence, then, until :

‘I flirted with a woman, for work.’

The admission was whispered, barely there, but you fet his body go tense. Despite all of your fears, you couldn’t help to go back to the old you, the one who thought she didn’t give a damn about all that and you teased :

‘And how did that work out for you ?’

‘Bad.’ He mouthed on your neck. ‘She thinks I’m an asshole.’

‘Is she pretty ?’ You asked, something teasing in your voice, even though your mind was wondering how long this woman would resist him.

‘Very. Very in love with her husband, too.’

‘You hit on a married woman ?’ You answered, your hand slapping his arm in a playful manner.

‘Yeah, the job. You know …’

Your heart did something weird, at that, because, yes, you knew. But you didn’t want to know. As clueless as you were to the inner workings of the DEA, you were pretty sure the flirting and the fucking were not mandatory.

‘Don’t hide behind the job, Peña, we both know you hit on every woman you meet.’ You corrected him.

He chuckled and quipped back :

‘Didn’t hit on you when I met you.’

The truth of his statement gave you pause.

‘Why not ?’

The ache in your chest grew at his silence. He detached his mouth from your neck and his eyes found yours.

‘I wanted you to like me.’

One of his hands found the inside of your thighs and squeezed. Whatever answer you’d had on the tip of your tongue vanished. You wanted him. You wanted that man so much. So much, so much that you’d wait.

And wait you did, waiting like a puppet left unused, worthless - the rational part of your brain kept reminding you you couldn’t do anything because this wasn’t your world, this wasn’t your life, and this wasn’t your fight.

Up until it was all over and Javier Peña was free, the burden not lifted from his shoulders but removed by himself. He was tired, and ready to go home. You didn’t know where that was, up until one evening, he laid down on your thighs as one of his hands lifted your shirt and he pressed a kiss on your belly, at random, the gesture not even remotely sexual but very intimate.

‘What about we visit my dad, and then your parents ? And then maybe they could all meet. That’s gonna be awkward. And then, we see.’

He was mumbling against the skin of your belly, his eyes avoiding yours. You sunk your fingers into his hair and whispered back :

‘That would be delightful.’

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The Hunger Games: Ch. 5

I am finally getting around to writing up thoughts. Life am I right? So I’m not only behind, but starting a bit later on my chapter thoughts.

Here are my rambling thoughts and emotions on chapter 5:

"Good news, though. This is the last one. Ready?" I get a grip on the edges of the table I'm seated on and nod. The final swathe of my leg hair is uprooted in a painful jerk.// Girl, I feel you. We’ve all been there. #Noshaveforever

This has included scrubbing down my body with a gritty loam that has removed not only dirt but at least three layers of skin// It’s called exfoliating, Katniss, and I promise, it is good for your skin. If they can do one thing for you, it is this.

Okay. Like Katniss, I have a soft spot for her prep team. I can’t help it. They feel like they mean well and I’m a sucker for it. Even if they are prepping her for death. 💀

He gives his orange corkscrew locks a shake and applies a fresh coat of purple lipstick to his mouth.// I wonder if SC thought of the most gaudiest looks and just rolled with it. Probably. But some of these outfit choices just seem so out there that I have such a hard time picturing it. Am I alone on this? My fashion sense is that of a bygone era. So maybe that’s why. What is high fashion? Not me. That’s what.

Octavia, a plump woman whose entire body has been dyed a pale shade of pea green // Why would you want to look like a Sim? Why is that in style here?

"Excellent! You almost look like a human being now!" says Flavius, and they all laugh.

I force my lips up into a smile to show how grateful I am. "Thank you," I say sweetly. "We don't have much cause to look nice in District Twelve."

This wins them over completely. // Katniss!! I love you. Never change. I do love how other worldly each party sees the other. Maybe it’s a comment on colonialism in that sense shut up Terri Your English degree is showing BUT how Katniss views them as strange birds rightly so because one legit probably looks like a Sim and them viewing her as NOT HUMAN even though she definitely looks the more normal in the room and I stand by that Where was I going with this? It just feels a bit Two Worlds colliding. Okay. Moving on.

Just how filthy was Katniss? Like she definitely bathed before coming. Twice in one day. So what is their standard here? I don’t want it because it’s probably too much effort. #lazy

It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots.// My thoughts exactly.

I cannot stress how much I love how blunt SC makes Katniss’ thoughts. It feels so human to me and I don’t always see that in writing. It’s nice.

Am I alone on wondering if Cinna has that eyeliner tattooed on? I don’t know why that’s always my first thought with the second being “ouch.”

I do love how Katniss is always thrown when her pre-perceptions of the Capitol are challenged by *the few* people like Cinna.

I saw someone point out how Katniss remembers a lot of details like the stylists and past years winners and their strategies and I’m wondering if it’s more like how I know stuff on like the Kardashians that I don’t really want to know or care about knowing. Just facts living in her head rent free. But she remembers a lot of details on the Games.

He presses a button on the side of the table. The top splits and from below rises a second tabletop that holds our lunch.// The future 1950s ads promised and Disney Channel’s Smart House made those in my generation fear. That or a super fancy automat.

Unpopular opinion, but I absolutely hate when Katniss goes on about the food and how to make dishes. I think it’s so boring to read. Even one sentence about what everyone is eating dulls me.

What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?//Okay, I know we kind of already have this luxury to an extent, but I too want to press a button and my food is magically there, in my home, already made. #queenlazy

My heart saddens when Katniss wonders what people do in their free time. She is a CHILD. *cries*

Okay. So I know Katniss has boasted about concealing her thoughts, but is she REALLY good at it? She gets called out a lot by practical strangers. I will cling to my headcanon that she is truly an open book and just believes she’s sneaky like that and Peeta pretends she’s succeeding at later in life. Is this canon? Maybe? Don’t @ me

SC’s commentary of sexualizing young teens and kiddos is amazing and yes, please keep coming at us like this, Suzanne.

Also those poor, naked children. Not only were they going to their deaths, but they literally were paraded around on national television buck naked.

I'll be naked for sure, I think...Naked and covered in black dust, I think.//An example of why I just love her narration. I crack up every time at the clear doom in her “voice”

He sees my expression and grins.//A true madman because I can only assume her face is that of horror.

I am still mad at the scaly-looking outfits the movie gave us and how they made her hair look

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.//He is a madman. We accept it and move on from here

*Peeta enters* *Cue my glee*

*He is my favorite and that favoritism will show*

*Listen I am here for the messages on war and our consumer culture SC is providing*

*But I will not hide why I’m really here rereading these books*

*WEEPS* SHE IS RELIEVED TO SEE PEETA

"What do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?"

"I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine," he says through gritted teeth.//Don’t touch me. The teamwork they already share.

Haha I just imagine Peeta has that big smile on his face all “Haha I want to die right now”

THEY’RE LAUGHING. Precious beans.

I guess we're both so nervous about the Games and more pressingly, petrified of being turned into human torches, we're not acting sensibly.// That or you both are talking to your crushes and are feeling giddy about it. Don’t deny it Katniss. We see you

Lmao Katniss’ enthusiasm for D1 cracks me up

Cinna over here just lighting people on fire and relieved it worked properly. This man, I swear

She calls him dazzling. Be still my heart.

Also I still don’t understand the true purpose of Cinna presenting them as united. Maybe I’ll get a refresher later on. Is it just to make them stand out more because they’re united? I don’t understand this angle at all. So #SameKatnissSame

Lmao or maybe Peeta’s the one who is all “Idk, but *sings* I wanna hold your hand...”

Or not. But you bet Peeta is pumped. He’s not naked on national television and he’s holding his crush’s hand. Peak day for Peeta Bram Mellark, with all things given.

I do hope they are waving correctly.

I'm glad now I have Peeta to clutch for balance, he is so steady, solid as a rock.//I’m FINE. Totally FINE that this will be how she views him for the rest of the series. FINE.

Narrator: She was not fine.

How absolutely sad that she mentions how the Capitolites took the effort to look in the program for their names. How they waste CHILDREN’S LIVES.

But I shall focus on her gaining confidence and Katniss Everdeen legit getting caught up in the moment where she is blowing kisses at them. The power of a great outfit, amirite?

Someone throws me a red rose. I catch it, give it a delicate sniff, and blow a kiss back in the general direction of the giver. A hundred hands reach up to catch my kiss, as if it were a real and tangible thing.//Oh my god. So Extra

Everyone wants my kisses.//Peeta wants those kisses

"No, don't let go of me," he says. The firelight flickers off his blue eyes. "Please.// I am crying as I think about their interaction in the same square in Mockingjay, when she tries to take the nightlock pill and he stops her. “I’ll never let go, Jack”

SC can describe Snow however she wants, I will forever see Donald Sutherland and only that. Even when Snow is a teenager I picture Donald. The power of Donald Sutherland.

I love that she doesn’t realize she’s still holding his hand. If Portia had enough time to spray them down, she’s been holding on for awhile. Katniss, explanation? 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀

"I'm sure they didn't notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often," he says. "They suit you." And then he gives me a smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me. // AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SHE FEELS WARMTH RUSH THROUGH HER

THE SHY FLIRTING

PEETA, YOU SHY SLY BEAN OF A FOX

The more likable he is, the more deadly he is.//Yeah, for catching a dangerous thing called FEELINGS.

Katniss, how does *kissing* him help matters here? You clearly caught wind he was flirting and your first thought was *le kiss* ???????

These two, I swear

And Katniss is just so smol having to stand on her *tiptoes* to kiss his cheek. #teamsmol

Onward to the next chapter!

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I'm just looking at the 8th season and thinking: does it really still surprise us when Liz makes terrible decisions?

After all, she's been doing it since the 1st season.

You know, the thing where she does something and only then (if we're lucky) thinks about it and only then (if we're extremely lucky) realizes she's done something wrong.

I mean, I love her but I've also been lowkey chanting 'why are you such a fool?!' at her at certain points in time ever since she's set up Red's arrest but then thought about it, made a 180 degree turn and raced to save him from it in the 1st season's finale.

Yup, we (by which I mean we and Red, god bless his patience) just had to fall in love with a girl who doesn't know what she wants (and who's also been in car crashes and hit her head way more times than is healthy so her way of making decisions may have something to do with a permanent head trauma...)

Omg, anon, on the simplest level - god, you're so right 😭 Liz's poor decision making isn't exactly news, but I feel like at least the severity of it has... quickly gotten worse, especially this season. And yes, the critical thinking part of her decision making is... nonexistent, or at the very least, seriously misguided. She doesn't think past DO THIS BAD THING NOW, certainly doesn't understand the concept of consequences, her moral compass (if she's even being written with one at this point) is massively askew, and she's so incredibly set in her unbalanced way of thinking about her situation that she simply can't fathom any other way. It's crazy.

(As as unnecessary aside, I hate the unfortunate discourse in the fandom over canon!Liz vs. AU!Liz vs. current!Liz vs. past!Liz vs. having to support & respect her or you're not a real fan vs. she has simply devolved into a poorly written fictional character etc. bc to me, we can't classify her that way bc she's simply too inconsistently written and that's at the fault of the writers. But I digress.)

But, omg, anon, chanting "Why are you such a fool?!" at the screen legit pretty much sums up my TBL watching experience at this point 😂 The amount of times she has done a complete 180 in response to Red's actions of CARING FOR HER and her somehow unexpected emotional responses to anything negative happening to him are LAUGHABLE. And I so agree - poor Red, dear god. No matter what your feelings are ship-wise, you can't deny the man just loves her and wants to see her safe, and poor Liz just can't seem to commit to A FEELING regarding him, positive or negative. It's exhausting, both for us and Red 😞 And, tbh I think the worst part of all this - according to the canon established in the pilot (and you can't get more canon than that) - is that LIZ IS A BOARD CERTIFIED PSYCHOLOGIST AND PROFILER. Her cumulative head trauma and memory manipulation aside, it 👏 never 👏 should 👏 have 👏 gotten 👏 to 👏 this 👏 point!! It's completely unrealistic for the writers to try to float the idea that she WOULDN'T have checked herself into therapy longggggggggg before ghost!Kaplan appeared to egg her into committing murder. I mean... come on *screams quietly into the void* Anyway, thank you for sharing and commiserating with me, anon, such communications are always appreciated - especially right now!! Hang in there and much love to you!! ❤️

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #thoughts #speculation #8.19 #mine #ask #anon #i feel you anon #i feel you #thank you for sending this relatable af ask my way #i appreciate you!!#much love to you!!#<3

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lockdown film no. 35 - Thelma & Louise (1991) dir. Ridley Scott

15/05/2020

This was my first time seeing this film — I’d never seen it before, didn’t know what happened even though apparently everyone knows the end, all I knew was that it was a sort of buddy movie and it won best picture in ’91. I was very excited and good god I was not disappointed

- “you a little young to be smoking? it lowers your sex drive” *lights up*

- the premise of this feels a little like American honey. Terrible home life for one of the main characters and she just runs away

- I literally always forget how fit Susan Sarandon is. Who gave her the right

- the south scares the absolute shit out of me. however, I would love to go dancing in a country bar as long as I wasn’t hate crimed

- the scene with thelma and Harlan was well done in the sense that I felt physically sick watching it. Also I was glad that it didn’t get to the point where he actually raped her, and we got small details like him kicking her feet wider because that added to a real horrible sense of dread and we know that he would have done it if Louise hadn’t come in with the gun.

- “I’m in deep shit, Jimmy, Deep Shit, Arkansas.”

- I love the fact that thelma just had her entire suitcase with her while she was sunbathing. Also appreciated the details in that scene like her scuffed feet and the bruises on her knees because it was super consistent with what we’d seen so far. And I don’t like it when things are shiny especially in stuff like this

- good god brad Pitt is so sexy in this

- can’t cope with the guy doing curls when their car was getting filled up

- “How come you never told me about what happened to you in Texas?!” TRAUMA BABIE

- a really big part of me wants to be brad Pitt’s character in this. I want to be a polite cowboy who helps women realise they deserve more than they think they do. Maybe not the mass shoplifting and stealing vast amounts of money from said women, but

- geena Davis and brad Pitt’s chemistry was… impeccable. They acted the scenes they had together so well and even their sex scene was almost endearing because when jd was kissing down thelma’s stomach she said “wait” and he did and he rested his chin on her and they just looked at each for a bit before launching into that whole bit and even something as small as that made the whole thing feel like the both of them were really into what was going on

- when we realised that jd had taken their money it was one of the more heartbreaking moments in the film, cos he seemed legit. It was quite funny actually, when that reveal happened my mum said “it’s bad that he took all their money, but at least he gave thelma a good time. And that’s important”. We ended up having an unexpected but nice discussion on the importance of women’s pleasure

- watching thelma rob the store was easily one of the most entertaining things, and it was ace to see her character develop over the course of the film

- “there’s no such thing as justifiable robbery” “where’d you get this?” “stole it”

- i loved how thelma just said “ok” when Louise said that she wasn’t talking about Texas. She told her to drop it and she did and just said “it’s ok”. She didn’t apologise for asking because then it puts something on Louise to forgive her

- the hold up with the police officer was one of the politest things id ever seen and it wasn’t out of either of their characters at this point. Thelma was more confident and probably drunk and basically channelling jd at this point and Louise was the one following her lead so it was an almost complete role reversal from the beginning which I loved

- acab apart from Harvey keitel

- the way that their appearances changed throughout the film was so interesting. At the start Thelma was kind of frothy and buzzy and gradually she became almost hardened by all that had happened but she didn’t lose the essence of her character. Her hair changed and her face seemed to get darker and almost more weathered but not in a way that beat her down, in a way that made her stronger. And louise looked different as well — they both picked up memorabilia on the way so by the end they’re both wearing hats from the people who have hurt them and Louise has the cop’s sunglasses. She changes as well but she also learns from thelma in a way that we wouldn’t have expected her to at the beginning of the film. The final lorry driver scene had this in that they were playing off each other and Louise was remembering how thelma handled the nazi police officer

- the locations were spectacular

- i guess one of the things that this films about is how much people can stand until they can’t stand it anymore. The recurring theme of the god awful truck driver is a really good example of this because the first two times they see him, first they yell at him, then they ignore him because they’re on the run from the law, and then when they meet him again they blow up his truck because it was too much. he’d gone too far every time, it wasn’t like the last time was any worse than the times before, but this time they’d decided they couldn’t let him pass them by

- it was a really nice bit of comedic relief having the guy on the bike and the “oh my god he’s a nazi” police officer

- the car chase in this is one of the better ones id seen. And the shot of all the cars following them from high up? i’m absolutely reeling

- i nearly shit myself when they almost drove right over the edge and then the helicopter came up.

- oh my god speaking of the hats they blew off both their heads when the helicopter came up and they didn’t put them back on ! In that moment they’re stripped of any of the armour they’ve gathered over the course of what’s happened and it’s just them without any of the other stuff so they’re the most vulnerable we’ve seen them for a while

- when I first saw it I really wasn’t expecting the end and it still hit me a lot second time round. Nearly welled up a bit at the bit where Harvey keitel was running after their car in slow motion

- I was just talking to my mum about this and we both thought it was interesting how the story so easily could have been the sexual assault, and while the story wouldnt go the way that it would if Harlan hadn't almost raped thelma, the story doesn't become the trauma, it’s so much more layered than that

- i love this film. Im really glad it gets clout and im pleased that there can be films directed by men that are about women and that are done really really well. Please watch it

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[Transcript] Season 2, Episode 2. Stereo Geeks Special: The CW’s Walker

We can't believe we're saying it, but we've enjoyed the first six episodes of The CW's Walker. What is this reboot of the 90s action show doing that's so unexpected and downright subversive? In this spoiler-free review of the first half of the opening season, the Stereo Geeks duo dive into why we're loving the show and why you should give it a try.

Walker promo image courtesy The CW.

Listen to the episode on Anchor.

Ron: Welcome to a new Stereo Geeks Special! In this episode we’ll be reviewing the first 6 episodes of The CW’s Walker.

I’m Ron.

Mon: And I’m Mon. Please note that this is a spoiler-filled review so if you haven’t caught up with the first 6 episodes, please watch them and return to our podcast!

[Continuum by Audionautix plays]

Ron: This show is adapted from the 1993 series, Walker, Texas Ranger. It was conceived by Jared Padalecki, and Anna Fricke is the showrunner. There are numerous women writing and directing the episodes. Despite the source material, this show is surprisingly subversive with regards to masculinity, gender roles, and race.

Mon: The original Walker, Texas Ranger TV show aired in the 90s, with Chuck Norris in the lead. The show was also inspired by a Chuck Norris film from the 1980s. So, as you can imagine, it was a punch-fest. Now we can't really attest to that, because we never saw it. We only ever caught the trailers on TV.

I have to say when you and I launched this podcast, I don't think we would have imagined that we would have even watched a single episode of the Walker reboot, forget actually dedicating an entire special to it. But here we are!

Ron: Well, I think part of the reason why we're actually talking about the show is because of Jared Padalecki. As Sam Winchester on Supernatural for 15 years, Padalecki has wormed his way into a lot of hearts.

But Walker is nothing like Supernatural and Cordell Walker, Jared Padalecki’s character on the show—yeah, he is no Sam Winchester.

Mon: The first episode really had me worried. It started off with a female character being fridged, and the entire storyline was confusing. Do you remember how many times I turned to you and said ‘I'm so confused. I'm so confused.’?

You were introduced to every character, and seemingly every character dynamic as well. All of that in the first 45 minutes. It was too much, and it was too messy. But the end of the episode really made us want to come back. And I think the success of this show really lies in the fact that every episode makes us want to come back and meet these characters, find out what they're doing and how are they surviving.

So, who are the characters?

Ron: As we’ve already mentioned, we have Jared Padalecki as Cordell Walker, the titular Texas Ranger. Alongside Cordell is his partner in crime—or in law enforcement— Lindsey Morgan’s Micki Ramirez. She is the first female Texas Ranger, and the first Latina Texas Ranger in the show.

Cordell’s wife, who we meet briefly in the first episode, and she returns in flashbacks in subsequent episodes, is Emily, played by Jared Padalecki’s real life wife Genevieve Padalecki. And fun fact, Jared and Genevieve met during Supernatural.

Keeping it in the Supernatural family, we have, Mitch Pileggi, playing Bonham, Cordell’s father. As Supernatural fans will remember. Mitch Pileggi played Sam and Dean's grandfather, Samuel Campbell in Supernatural.

We also meet Cordell’s mother, his children, his brother—who's also the ADA. And we also meet Coby Bell’s, Larry James, who is Cordell and Micki's captain, and has been Cordell’s long-suffering friend. There are several other characters that we meet as well. And all this happens in the first episode, so as you can imagine, it's a bit clunky.

From episode 2 onwards, it seems like they have a bit more focus. You don't have to meet every single character; they come in from time to time when they're needed in the story. And I think, overall, that kind of helped our connection with the show.

Not having watched the original, we don't really have a bouncing off point, but we do know that there was a lot of action, not much on the drama, not much on the emotions—there wasn't much human connection. I think a lot of people were hoping that they would just get something like that with this show. But Walker isn’t like that.

From the first episode onwards, it works really hard to balance the police procedural side with the family drama and dynamics. And six episodes in, I think it’s done a pretty good job.

Mon: It's been really successful in bringing these two rather disparate angles together. And what it does very well is to structurally interweave these two parallel storylines. We go from the investigation to the family drama and then we go back again, and it's not cyclical, as much as it is interwoven. And that structurally makes the episodes very interesting to watch.

Ron: But more importantly, the way they’ve balanced these two sides of Cordell’s life is actually pivotal to how the show proceeds, because Cordell is a single father now. He doesn't do a very good job of just being a Ranger, or just being a dad, and he's at the point where he's trying to figure out how to do those together. And it's actually quite amusing when you're watching it because you're like, ‘shouldn't you be with your kids right now?’ And then other times you're like ‘don’t you have a job to do?’

Mon: I feel like it's really important for us to see both these sides, not only of Cordell, but also of Micki, because it's always great to see how the job impacts the characters’ family dynamics, and the other way around. Because if you're being pulled out of your investigation because your kid did something ridiculous, or you're abandoning some kind of family trip because there's another bad guy on the loose, there will be explosions somewhere or the other. And it just makes it more relatable.

Also, we might be seeing some new pattern in The CW shows because Superman & Lois is doing something similar, right? And so's Black Lightning. They're constantly trying to show us what it's like to be a working parent. But since this is The CW, the working parents can’t just go into some office job— their office job happens to be being a Texas Ranger, or being superhero.

Ron: And that's really the crux of the show. So maybe that's why people aren't enjoying it because it isn't just, you know, fisticuffs and guns. This show is very much about subverting toxic masculinity. Walker isn’t pure as driven snow, he's definitely layered and tortured, and he does things that are questionable. But the important thing is that Micki, and the people around him, call him out on it. I especially love that about episode 6—which is fresh in our minds because we just saw it—but it's not something you see often.

Mon: I feel like in the pilot episode they kind of leaned in towards what people would have expected of Walker, being a reboot of the original Walker, Texas Ranger show. But it doesn't pan out like that, because as you said, toxic masculinity is nowhere over here.

But there are consequences to the actions that Walker takes in the pilot episode, which we see in episode 6, and that is a nuance that you need in the 21st century. We have moved beyond just watching people beat other people up. We need to know that there are people behind those fists, and that's what we’re finding out.

Ron: We started watching the show because Jared Padalecki was in it. But according to my research, Padalecki has been thinking about the show for a while.

Mon: I've been hearing about his name attached to a Walker reboot for a long time. And the only reason I think it finally got the green light is because Supernatural was announced to be coming to an end in 2020. It's been on hold for a while.

Ron: It's funny because in the initial concept apparently Padalecki was going to produce the show, and the Jensen Ackles who's going to be stepping in as Walker. [laughs]

Mon: I can see that. But you know, Ackles would have brought a kind of swagger that this version of Cordell Walker doesn't need. And I think it would have changed the dynamic a lot.

Ron: I totally agree with that, especially because Padalecki seems to have got the idea from reading a story about a policeman who walked away from his duties because he did not want to continue separating children from their parents, just because they were immigrants.

Mon: Wow.

Ron: Yeah.

Mon: That explains the undertone throughout.

Ron: Exactly.

Mon: We can't tell you too much…

Ron: …but it's what have you read that.

I'm actually very curious to see where this first season goes, because that kind of story is playing a certain part in this. We've seen it pop up quite a bit just in these first six episodes. Will they take it forward? How far will they go with that? Not sure.

Mon: It will be a bold move to really tackle immigration, immigrant problems, head on in a show like Walker. This is why we need a blank canvas. You do a reboot, you do something different. You bring it to the 21st century.

Ron: According to Padalecki’s interview with Variety, this is what we said: This is not a show about a martial artist kicking minorities in the face; this is a show about a legit Texan saying, ‘Hey, I need to hear the whole story before I make a decision.’ So this version is less about what goes through somebody’s fists and feet, and more about what goes through somebody’s head and heart.”

We've definitely seen that in the first six episodes, and following the events of the sixth episode, I think we're gonna see a lot more of that.

Mon: Exactly. They're not being completely in your face about immigrants and minority communities, how they're treated and the issues that they face, but that's definitely there.

Ron: So one of my concerns when I started watching the pilot episode was that, oh, we have a white family at the center of the story. The problem with having a completely white family is that everybody around them is also white, but this show doesn't do that.

For one, Micki, who is Cordell’s partner has a massive role; she's basically the second lead. We also have Captain James played by Coby Bell, who is a Black man, and he is trying to make a difference in his department. The Walker showrunner, Anna Fricke spoke to Variety about the characters of colour on the show: “This was always supposed to be a show that was set up to have conversations on both sides of the fence and that Walker is a character that can see things both ways — we call him the edge of the coin. We realized that unwittingly we were set up to have those conversations in the characters of Captain James, who is a Black man, and in Walker’s new partner, who is a Latinx woman.”

So, she went on to talk about the pilot episode especially, because it did get delayed in production. So they went back to the writers room, and they worked on a few things. So this is what she had to say about how the pilot was changed slightly to reflect the circumstances of 2020. “Given that we had the extra time, we tweaked the pilot slightly in that Captain James, as a newer captain who was promoted while Walker was gone on a case, is really here on a mission to bring progress into the department and to keep an eye on corruption.”

Now considering everything that we have seen in 2020 and the police violence that has been, well, it's been there in the US for a long time, but in 2020, it's just—you couldn't avoid it. So, the Black Lives Matter movement definitely had an impact on the show. I'm kind of surprised that there aren't other shows that are following the same example. 2020 threw everything out of balance, but writers rooms had the opportunity to really absorb everything that was happening around them. I like the fact that the Walker team went back and said, ‘You know what we can do something, we can show what's happening in the real world through our show’. And that's why, I guess, we’ve seeing so much of the subversion.

I think what we’ve seen till now is only a taste of what's to come, really.

Mon: Oh, I agree with you. Listening to what Anna Fricke had to say about Captain James, I want to see more of that, because right now, he's almost comic relief—which I love, I really love that about him. But you can tell that there is a serious story and a serious character simmering beneath what is seen.

And this is a really clever move by the writers room so far. They are going with the easy route—family drama and investigation, but they're slipping in these moments which are making you think, which are bringing the reality of the world into the fantasy of the show.

In the first episode, Micki highlights some of the racism that she's had to overcome to be a Texas Ranger. In episode two, Stella, Cordell’s daughter, she acknowledges her white privilege and how it lets her off the hook, but not her Latinx friend.

And throughout, we see the same thing—a person of color is accused of killing his boss. Did he really do it? This seems too easy; it's constantly happening in every episode. It's a pattern. And I feel like it is crescendoing to something major. Is it going to be a realization of just how harmful some of the Texas Rangers’ actions are in the real world? Or is it going to be something different? We don't know.

Ron: Whatever we've learned so far about the show is making me question why they've kept the name of the show, just Walker.

Mon: Ooooo. Good point.

Ron: Especially now that we know what the inspiration for the show was for Jared Padalecki. Hmmm.

Mon: Wow, that’s really making me think.

I really like how refreshing this show is. It could have just been an easy reboot; they could have just cruise controlled throughout the entire story. It could have been about guy loses his wife, he's drunk, he meets new partner, they build a romance, kids go on living their life—none of that is happening so far. There are real questions being asked here, and it's thought provoking.

It's entertaining but it's also thought provoking. And I like that; that's a good mix. I mean let's be honest, when you cast Jared Padalecki as Cordell Walker, you know you're going to get a different kind of hero. He's not just going to be broody. He's not just going to be an Action Man; there's going to be layers. And that's what we get.

He definitely comes across as somebody who is burdened by his loss. He's also a little bit arrogant, but he's coming to terms with the fact that he has made mistakes in his life; he's constantly continuing to make mistakes, and he has to address those. But he's also funny; because like, he's a real person.

He'll suddenly act out not realizing the consequences, or he'll say something because he got excited. He is so normal. And I really liked that because there are these instances of comic relief and you're like, ‘that came out of nowhere, but I really needed that’.

Ron: It's funny because we’ve kept mentioning how we watched the show because of Jared Padalecki and how, because he was Sam Winchester, it was just a natural progression. But watching Walker, I'm not getting anything of Sam Winchester. I'm commending Jared Padalecki for his performance because Sam Winchester was last year, Walker is just a few months later.

The person that Sam Winchester was, was kind of young, needed direction, always turned to his older brother. Walker isn't like that. Cordell is a grownass man with teenage children. Somehow I just can't get over that

Mon: And the fact that Sam Winchester was such a rule follower, whereas Cordell’s middle name is basically rule breaker. I just really like that. I mean, we know that an actor is supposed to be able to disappear into new roles, but it's always funny when you go from 15 years as one person and then suddenly he's just living in the boots of Cordell Walker.

Despite that, I have to say that the performances throughout are very The CW. Either people are speaking rather staccato, or they're a little bit singy-songy and melodious. I feel like they need to up the ante a little bit, because this kind of show, with its drama and its family dynamics, it requires a little bit more nuance. But it hasn't really affected how I enjoy the show.

Ron: I think for the most part, Jared Padalecki and Lindsey Morgan are doing a very good job. I love the chemistry between the two characters, they feel like their partners, and it makes it really fun to watch. The parents, played by Mitch Pileggi and Molly Hagan, that's a dynamic that I'm very interested in watching more of. I don't know where they're going with it, but it's not what I expected.

Mon: I feel like they’re teetering on the brink of being a soap opera with Abeline and Bonham, but they're constantly restraining, so I want to know what they're planning to do with them. Because I feel like Bonham, especially, he's changed since the pilot. He's not the person who we were introduced to during the pilot episode, and that's a good thing because I didn't like that guy. With Abeline, she's a very different kind of character, and I almost feel like she's an antihero,

Ron: Or is it Bonham who the antihero?

Mon: Oooooo

Ron: There is some tension between these two characters. We aren't given much information. They’re eking it out for the audience, and it's so unexpected. Every time they come on screen I'm just like, ‘What is going on what is happening with these two?’ Sometimes they're happy to be together, a lot of times they're not. I feel like we're gonna get to know something which is gonna change how we watch the show.

When it comes to acting, I think the young ones, Violet Brinson, who play Stella, and Kale Culley, who plays August, they've taken some time to settle into their roles. It's one of the same problems that we kind of have with Superman & Lois, where Superman and Lois are great to watch, but the children? Not so much.

Mon: Yeah, I would say the weakest link in the show is definitely Stella and August, especially August. I feel like they want to do something with this character, but he's just been left behind. With Stella, she's almost the conduit for some of the drama, some of the flashbacks, and some of the race-talk that is happening. But with August, he's not even an angsty teen; he's just there.

Ron: But I think that relates to how this show is gender swapping a lot of moments. Stella is basically the troublemaker, and it's an understandable reaction because she is grieving and her father wasn't there when she was grieving. So she's acting out just to get attention, which is something that teenagers do. August, on the other hand, is the ‘good’ child. He’s a saint. He doesn't do anything wrong. He immediately allows his father back into their lives and Stella is the one who's questioning, ‘why?’. This man was gone when we needed him. She wants August to stand up for them. But August doesn't. He wants to keep the piece. That's a fun little subversion that I’ve been wanting to see in shows but this one is giving it to us.

And then there are these other little things, like Stella is playing soccer. I have not seen soccer in an American TV show, so that's really unexpected. It's usually American football, or it’s lacrosse, like in Teen Wolf, but soccer? Not so much, so that's fun. You see August kind of helping with the cooking, but he's also very interested in photography. And that's a creative field that we usually see female characters get into. What's also quite interesting in Walker is that both Stella and August are taking after their mother. They do things that she used to like doing, that she was interested in, that they did with her. Their father, not so much, even though he was also absent so they would want to do something that he likes. But it seems like they're genetically predisposed to want to be like their mom, so that's fun.

From what we know of Emily, she was quite multitalented. She was a photographer. She was a great mom. She was a good friend; she was a wonderful wife; she was a handyman. And Walker, on the other hand, is terrible with tools. We don't usually get to see things like that.

Mon: In a way, Walker is defined by only two things: his job and his family. But Emily, despite having such curtailed screen time, is this fully-fledged character, who was so amazing in every way and everybody is like, kind of, always wishing that Emily was there, and not Walker. I don't know if they intended that as a subversion, but it sure comes across as that.

Ron: What Walker does well is that the subversion isn't just limited to the Walker family. Like we see Micki, is the Ranger, but her partner, Trey, is a nurse. Now, this is something that used to drive me up the wall about most shows that were, you know, in any way action-oriented, sci-fi, fantasy. Female characters were almost always relegated to the role of healer or nurturer, male characters got to go out there and fight. But here, it's exactly the opposite. Micki is the one who is going out and fighting, whereas Trey is the one who is there to help people and take care of them if things go bad.

Mon: And not just medically. He's also an emotional support for a lot of people. Like he's there for Stella, he's there for Walker. He's also there for Micki. So again, that's why we need a refreshing change from what we've always had. And I like that it’s the CW which is doing it because, yeah, they’re kind of on the map because of their superhero stuff, but we've always found that even with the superhero stuff, there have been times when we felt like they could have pushed some boundaries, but they didn't. And with this show, I'm not saying they're like, completely breaking every possible glass ceiling. I'm just saying that they're doing a very good job of making some cracks.

Ron: I mean there is a strip club scene which is not what it looks like. That's all I'm gonna say.

From episode 2 onwards, every story has been really, really exciting. So, from a writing point of view, the show is also doing a really good job. I've actually found myself surprised by the direction of some of the stories, and that's quite fun, considering we've watched a lot of police procedurals in our lives.

Mon: At this point, it's easy to get a little bit jaded with pop culture. This is our entertainment—action stuff, superhero stuff, we are for it. But you need to innovate. It's a tough landscape, there's so much new content coming out, so much of it is in the same genre. What I feel like with Walker is that, mostly because of Padalecki, he's gonna draw in a completely different crowd, which is the Supernatural crowd. And because it's on The CW, you're also getting eyeballs from an audience who is kind of watching Riverdale in the evenings. And then they got Walker. And you need that balance, because so much content is cruise control. And as we said, this show could easily have been that, but it wasn’t. And it's trying very hard not to.

As we said, there is a certain pattern, because in every episode, you're like, ‘Wait, did they just do that?’ And it makes you sit up and take notice and wonder, ‘okay in all these years, why did no other show have this particular scene?’ And more than anything else, I think that's what's making us come back. It's like, how are they innovating? How are they being more creative and more innovative with the same established storylines and dynamics.

Ron: I'm going to give Walker props for even trying to do things differently, because you just mentioned Riverdale, and that show is entertaining, but it's been so cliched from the very start. And considering its audience, I really would have wanted it to do something a little bit different. There have been times when I’ve watched Riverdal and I thought, ‘Oh okay, that's a little bit different.’ But honestly, it just doesn't try that hard.

Mon: No, in fact, some of the messaging in there is problematic to say the least. Young people are watching it, and, well, young people are on The CW a lot, and I do worry that they need to get a strong message about what's right, what's wrong and what you should be questioning,

And that's what Walker is doing. It is acknowledging the privilege of this family. But at the same time, it is also telling us that they have their own struggles. Are their struggles greater than other people? No. But this is the story that we’re being told, because we need the audience stand in, and as we know the easiest way for the audience to walk into a show is through somebody who apparently looks like them.

Ron: The people around the Walker family are people of color. So you have Micki, you have Trey, you have Captain James, Stella's friend, August’s possible love interest, they haven't got there yet. Even Cordell’s brother Liam, his partner is a person of color. So you've got this in with the Walker family, but around them, you’ve got all these people of color who we definitely are interested in and invested in. It could have easily been the other way around, and I would have liked that, but I'll take it.

Mon: I think the smart move by the writers has been that not only do we have an in with a white family, but we're also looking through their eyes to understand the different viewpoints of the people around them. And essentially what's happening is that no one is being made to feel alienated in a circumstance or an environment that they feel is their own. So, the fact that the white family has a ranch, and stuff like that okay, yeah, that's aspirational for a lot of people. But you also have the Black captain who is new. So you have that audience who is enjoying being part of a club, if you could say, that hasn't always represented them. And then you have, of course, with Micki, and the dichotomy of being a Texas Ranger, when the Texas Rangers are such a problem for the Latinx community. So it’s this inclusivity, which I guess we’re really, there for.

Ron: And that's all just within the first six episodes, so I really don't know where this show is going to be going. I'm very excited by its direction. And I'm really surprised that from all the shows that we've seen Walker is the one that's making us think, ‘well, this is doing something different’.

Mon: Yeah, and I think it's fortuitous that we are recording this episode after episode 6. That was some episode! A lot happened, they packed in a lot. There were a lot of twists and turns too; a lot of bombshells in there. And it's actually making us rethink how we have viewed some of the characters. There are some revelations coming and I don't think we're gonna like it.

Ron: Well, I for one, am totally invested in this show. Episode 6 felt like it was a turning point. According to Anna Fricke, the showrunner, things are gonna be happening. I cannot wait to find out what they are.

So, there you have it. We're really enjoying the first six episodes of Walker, which is not something we thought that we would be saying on our podcast.

Mon: But we’re glad we are. Because, you know what, if you haven't caught this show because you think it's not your kind of show, give it a shot. And give it a shot beyond just the pilot episode because you're in for a ride.

Ron: And some really great characters.

Mon: Absolutely.

Ron: Have you watched Walker? What did you think of it? We'd love to hear from you.

You can find us on Twitter @Stereo_Geeks. Or send us an email [email protected]. We hope you enjoyed this episode. And see you next week!

Mon: The Stereo Geeks logo was created using Canva. The music for our podcast comes courtesy Audionautix.

[Continuum by Audionautix plays]

Transcription by Otter.ai, Ron, and Mon.

#walker #the cw #jared paladecki #supernatural #stereo geeks #reboot #podcast

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bisexual-horror-fan · 3 years

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Sam Wescott NSFW Alphabet.

Sooo after doing Buddy Swanson alphabet of course I had to do one for Sam. Similar to Buddy I consider myself the Sam Wescott expert, again I started his tag on Ao3 and have written him the most so far so fucking here we are! I love him, the sweetest and softest slasher I am into, here we go!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The best word I have to describe Sam Wescott is concerned. He is so concerned about you and your comfort, always. He will do anything you need on your come down. He would run a bath, would get you anything you wanted to eat, change the sheets if you so requested, he doesn't want you to do anything, he's got it under control and he would INSIST. Seriously you want something just name it and it is happening. Would love to have a shower with you post sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands for sure, no doubt about it. So much experience working outdoors, very skilled with them, rough and well worked, he isn’t the most confident guy but when it comes to his hands he is. They make him feel capable. Loves to touch you, run his hands over you, loves to feel you up with them and let’s be real the man is great at fingering.

Now for you he loves your lips, man is WEAK for kissing, will sometimes find himself staring at them while talking with you, loves the taste of you, just cannot get enough of kissing you or of you kissing him well basically anywhere. The sweet things you can say with them and listen he can’t help it if he is obsessed with how they look and feel wrapped around his cock.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay so I totally have this idea that a big unexpected fave of his that he never anticipated liking so much until it happened is having you make a mess of him. Like blow and jerk him off and make him cum on his own stomach and then lick it up and then his refractory period is basically non-existent.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay so one of the hottest things or ideas to him is you forgoing underwear in public and letting him know in some way that you have. Whether taking his hand and letting him feel or maybe a racy picture sent or flashing him with no one around at that moment and holy shit he is achingly hard.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

More than you would think! For a guy who seems so nervous and unassuming you’d think he wouldn’t have much experience but Sam has been around a bit. Much more down for a casual hook-up than you would think. Typically parties and get together where he has had some drinks to help settle some of those nerves. But more importantly he is so enthusiastic and willing to please.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You on top. He loves it so much, to have you over him, being able to feel you up and help pull you down onto him, he loves you being able to take it at your own pace and use him however you want to find your release. Totally in awe of you riding him, put your hands on his chest as you do, lean down and kiss him or whisper things to him and fuck he won’t be able to hold back from bucking up into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh the boy can do both, when he gets all flustered he is much more prone to laughing and making some jokes, but take my word for it, Sam can be so insanely sensual, surprisingly can be great at maintaining the mood. Doesn’t take himself too seriously thankfully.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yeah totally matches, light and soft curls, doesn’t let it grow out much, trims it semi often, has never shaved and certainly never waxed and has no intention of it. Might try shaving it if you wanted him to but he wouldn’t do it unprompted. Overall great personal hygiene.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ugh romance thy name is Sam Wescott. Like hot damn he can be the most romantic fucker you have ever come across. It is ridiculous. Would touch you with such care and reverence and would say some of the sweetest things. Wouldn’t be every time but you’d never, ever have to ask for romance from Sam.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Totally think that he has a hard time keeping quiet when he does. He just gets so into it. Also totally uses lube, like not lotion, nice lube, totally amps it up for him and I also think he edges himself, not super hard but a few soft edges he’s learned can make his eventual orgasm so much better. Legit just picture poor Sam, one hand over his mouth, eyes shut tight, moaning into his palm as his other hand is slick with lube, fisting his cock, already edged a few times and getting so close he can’t stop the sounds from spilling out? Hot.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Has a few kinks, not all but have some of the biggest.

PRAISE! This man has the biggest fucking praise kink around, both ways. Loves to talk you up so much. Please praise him, tell him what is working and what feels good, nothing gets to him more than you encouraging him vocally.

Body worship. Sam will literally worship every fucking sqaure inch of your body, hands and mouth working in tandem, just positively everywhere until you are a complete puddle. Getting you off gets him off hard.

Denial. Can’t help it, delayed gratification, and you teasing him, frustrating him, gets to him badly, makes him unbelievably hard, and after some good edging he is a total flustered mess and is leaking massive amounts of pre-cum. Is a bit embarrassed he is so into it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Outdoors! Not like he is a huge exhibtioinist just loves being outside, some of his favorite things have happened outside. I headcanon there is this hill at Camp Clear Vista that Sam likes to sit on, can see most of the camp from there, loves to sit there and clear his head, it’s his favorite place. Late at night under the stars, just being out at camp in general, in a tent or a cabin, the forest. Also totally a fan of shower sex.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You wanting him. Showing clear desire and intent, especially if it is some place that you can’t right away. Like you whispering something dirty to him, or feeling him up, a particular look. Oof. He really wants to be wanted and desired so that gets him going like nothing else. Like you being almost desperate for him is perfection. The idea of you clinging to him, tugging on his clothes and almost grinding on him, begging him to just touch you let alone fuck you? He is on you so fast.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation. Like I could not see him having it in him, does not have the heart to engage in extreme degradation. A casual flippant comment in the heat of the moment during a rougher session? Maybe. But you aren’t gonna have him doing some hardcore degrading, sorry he just isn’t that guy. Also any hard pain play either. Making you cry because it feels so good? Yes. Crying from pain? Hard no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh my fucking God! So don’t ask me how or why this got started but this is my strongest held Sam headcanon. I believe that Sam Wescott is GOD-TIER at giving oral. Eating pussy or sucking dick he is too fucking good and why? How?! Not sure. He just is. Maybe it is him being so enthusiastic and willing to please but he is. I think that is what he has the most experience in. Man will stay down there all night for real if that is what you want. Also turns him on a lot, can totally catch him not so subtly grinding against the bed or palming himself while doing it. Has totally just gone down on you and jerked himself off more than once.

So much bigger giver than a receiver, but still loves, loves, loves when you give. Total mess when you do it, barely knows what to do with himself, totally lets you take the lead on that, he is big and knows it but will appreciate however much you try and take. Won’t say it but loves when you gag on it, doesn’t have to say it because it is obvious he loves it from the way his thighs tense and the strained sounds that leave him as he tries to resist fucking into your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual for fucking sure. Can go faster, a more steady pace but still doesn’t jump to being rough. Work him up enough and beg for it and you can totally get that from him. Can totally get caught up in the heat of the moment and really fuck you. Again a decent mix but typically slower and more sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Usually likes a mid-length session, loves a longer one and is down for quickies but they aren’t his favorite. Most of his interests and kinks lend themselves better to longer sessions. Quickies are great after a healthy and hearty amount of teasing, you tease him for a few hours where he can’t do anything about it when you do get alone it isn’t gonna last super long, he won’t be able to hold himself back.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Again name of the game for Sam is pleasing you so he is totally down to try what you want, open to experiment and risk for you but isn’t gonna suggest it super openly. He does have some spicier interests and leanings but would be worried about opening up about them at the start, it takes a while for him to get comfortable with that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends on how much work you put in beforehand, how much foreplay and how in need he is, how long it has been since you last were together. Can go for three or four with little issue but can be satisfied with just one. The man is fit, young and healthy, what else do you expect?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Does not own a single toy himself, but would be down to use some with you! I could see his favorite being a bullet vibe, something small yet powerful and precise and using it to great effect on you. Also even though he wouldn’t readily admit it, if you are into it and get into it he could be down with using a paddle.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oooo he likes it a little too much. Typically loves and prefers to be on the receiving end of it but loves to return it. Once he figures out just what gets to you he will use it to his advantage. Likes to see you being flustered in public as opposed to him for once, loves to get you to the point of begging.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Yes dear God, part of why a semi-public hook up is extra risky with him is because he has the hardest time shutting himself up. Again loves to praise and be praised, can’t help saying such sweet things to you, moaning, cursing, grunts of effort just on and on, like damn Sam can you calm down for like a sec? Cover his mouth or gag him for crying out loud, or don’t because he sounds amazing. Will still try to talk when close or cumming but it just ends up breaking apart with his moans. So good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Oh okay so this is a fun one. I totally think his ears and neck are weirdly sensitive. You wanna see him flushed and flustered as hell and unable to stop himself from grinding against you mid-make out? That is the best way to get it to happen! The thought of it though, you initiate like that. He is sitting at the couch and you come up behind him, wrap your arms around his neck and lean in close, lips brush the shell of his ear and you whisper to him, “Hey Sammy. You busy?” and then you start to kiss his neck and he tenses so quickly. Let your hands start to roam, reach down and palm him through his jeans and ask, “Well?” and feel him up and his eyes would flutter closed and he would arch up into you, a shaky exhale and a laugh as he says “No-I uh, I’m not busy at all.”

And then it is on.

Also he is bi, it took him a long time to accept that about himself and get comfortable with it but he gets there eventually.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Oof so from all the working outside and general working out he is firm, cut, very fucking strong, the view with his shirt off is so good. Okay so for his dick, man is packing heat. I am talking eight point five to nine inches, you wouldn’t guess by looking at him. Totally not the type to brag about it and is aware extra foreplay and prep is usually needed but he loves that so it is all good. Average thickness, circumsized, pretty full balls, a good handful, you know? The sheer amount of pre-cum this man can produce is impressive, actual loads fairly regular, little thin, slightly above average amount, he has a great diet and tastes good.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Down for nearly every single day, fine with around three times a week because the sessions are longer. Would love to wake you up with oral, no better way to start his day, loves a good morning session while you are still in bed together, also quite the fan of some afternoon delight. Can be quite insatiable when prompted right and that side is pulled out of him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Boy he makes sure you are all good but after a really, really long session the boy does get sleepy. Him checking in and making sure you are all good and don’t need anything even with his eyes slipping closed and voice all tired, adorable, endearing, loves to curl up with you to sleep. He can spoon you but loves to be the little spoon, is anyone surprised?

#Sam Wescott #You Might Be The Killer 2018 #BHF writing #I love him so much #Hope you all dig this!#Had a lotta fun with it!#I was thinking about this and him all day today

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hello! could I request a first date scenario with tendou? thank you ♥️♥️♥️

An unexpected Tinder Date (ft. Tendou Satori) | Scenario

Hi! So so sorry to keep you waiting! I thought this was kind of a cute scene before I knew it was smiling my way as I finished it towards the end :). I hope you enjoy!!! Come back and request for more hehe

also fun fact the sweet potato cheesecake latte in this story is legit a real thing I experienced at a cafe once LOL. and yes, I did try it. I hated it. don’t do it.

Flipping through the photos of the profile, you took another glance at the dating app on your phone before you tried to match a red-dyed hair and tall figure in the cafe to the photos on your screen. Nervous to hold up the people rushing into the cafe behind you, you plopped down to the nearest seat by the window and texted your date.

2:50PM: “Hi! I think I’m here! Sitting by the window haha”

You didn’t expect a reply, considering that you came ten minutes earlier to prep yourself. It was your first Tinder date after all. If anything, him not arriving just gave you more time to calm your nerves and catch a breath. You scrolled through your conversation with this guy, double-checking to see if you had met at the right place and time. Quietly smiling to yourself as you chuckled back the silly messages the two of you exchanged. You’ve hit it off to a great start. For one, both of you were reading the same weekly Shonen manga, and given the fact that he played volleyball, you instantly had a flow of conversation to start with. This guy seemed promising.

3:07 PM: ETA? I already caught up to this week’s shonen! Lol

No response.

Locking your screen, you placed your phone down and stared out at the cafe counter. Where was this guy? The back of your head you were hoping he was just running late and hopefully, didn’t just forget about your date. Or even worse, flaked on you. Fixing the hem of your sleeves, you slowly walked over to the counter to begin looking at the menu.

“Let me guess, first Tinder date and the guy bails on you?” The barista turns around from the counter and tilts his head towards where you were seated. Huffing in defense, you cross your arms and take a step back from the cashier.

“N-not even! I’m early.”

“You were early. But you’ve been sitting there for fifteen minutes now and haven’t even bothered to order until now.” The barista raised his brows at you and gave you a grin. Adjusting the beanie on his head, he cleared his throat and the tone of his voice switched over to something more chirpy.

“What can I get ya?”

Realizing that there was no one behind you this time, you eased and glanced up to the menu and tapped your chin. Though it may have felt like an eternity for you, the amount of time you spent looking at the menu was unexpectedly enough for a new customer to walk in. Panicking, you quickly blurted out the last thing you could memorize on the menu.

“A hot, large sweet potato cheesecake latte please!” You exclaimed.

The barista blinked and stared at you before bursting into laughter. “A hot, large sweet potato cheesecake latte on a scorching hot summer day coming right up!” as he punched in your menu.

You quickly paid and rushed back to your seat. As soon as you sat down, you looked at the receipt and mentally slapped yourself. Why the hell is this even a drink on the menu? You were tempted to look at your phone again. Scared of being disappointed, you decided it was best not to. You’ve never been stood up before, so to experience in this moment felt completely bizarre and unsettling. If worse came to worse, this would be just a date with yourself. Concentrated on what else you could do for the rest of the afternoon, you didn’t even notice that your order had been placed in front of you, and the barista from earlier was sitting across from you. Resting his chin on his palm, he broke your silence. “A hot, large sweet potato cheesecake latte for this cute person who forgot to give me their name so now I have to personally deliver their drink to.” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed the drink from the table and took your first sip.

Instantly, you spat it out in disgust. “Holy crap. This is how I get diabetes.” You clicked your tongue and slowly backed down the drink. “HEY! I made that! To demonstrate your sweetness!” The barista argued. Both of you quietly stared at each other before cracking up in laughter, you didn’t care if your date walked in at this point. You just wanted to get your mind off everything.

“This has gotta be the worst drink ever. But the attempt to flirt was nice.” You smiled, looking up towards the barista, you noticed he was also blushing to your response. It was refreshing to be noticed. Soon, the two of you were chatting away. You were a bit slow to open up at first, but after some time it came to a point where you were practically shit-talking about how online dating sucked and how it left no ability for relationship growth or substance of some sort. The barista nodded along and joked with you how he would rather go on blind dates than those damn Tinder dates. To him, comparing blind dates was like eating an advent calendar while Tinder dates were like an assorted box of chocolates.

“You just pick which ones look good and then you try it right? But then it’s like-”

“Disgusting!” You finished his sentence and continued “And it’s always the plain-looking ones that are the best!”

“Exactly!” He laughed. You both threw your head back and held your stomachs, wheezing and huffing for some air. The whole cafe could hear you two. But no one cared. Especially not you two. You couldn't help but giggle as you watched him wipe what seemed to be tears from his eyes as he laughed with you. As he leaned back on his chair, he took off his beanie to comb up his red-dyed silky hair before speaking up again.

“Well my shift ends in about five minutes. If you’d like, I would love to take you out to dinner. Sorry to keep you waiting Y/N. I’m Tendou Satori.” He sat up again and smiled at you. You gaped at the man sitting before you. Immediately it clicked to you as you started to recognize the streak of red sticking out of his beanie. You almost felt enraged with the fact that your so-called Tinder date had tricked you this whole time. But the other part of you was thoroughly impressed that someone had the balls to actually pull this off so smoothly. Tendou Satori was definitely no ordinary man.

“I-It was you this whole time?!” You stood up, gawking as he took off his apron and swept the crumbs from his clothes. He nodded and apologetically grabbed your hand. He signaled his manager to clock out, and as the two of you left the door he swung his hands along with yours and finally said “Well since I’m considered an hour late, dinner, dessert, and the second date is on me!” he cheekily smiled.

Excited to continue your conversation over dinner, you nodded in agreement. Already you were contemplating and anticipating for the next chance to prank your Tinder date, Tendou Satori.

#tendou x reader #haikyuu tendou #tendou imagine #tendou satori #tendou scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #tendou satori imagine #tendou satori scenarios #shiratorizawa #haikyuu x reader

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fizzingwizard · 4 years

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Okay I really enjoyed this week’s episode! It set up a bunch of cool stuff that I can’t wait to see, and it was a fun watch. We got a number of desperately needed partner/Digimon moments, and we got some much needed Taiyama friendship action going on - as well as some other stuff I super appreciated (but still want more of). I’m so stoked for how the team is coming together.

We didn’t get a few things I normally would have expected, and I’m never quite sure if I feel that way because it’s truly missing or if it’s just that “this ain’t your momma’s Digimon Adventure” yadda yadda. I don’t think i’ll ever get used to Taichi being so serious in comparison to his 99 incarnation (but, I get the feeling he is more in line with original V-Tamer Taichi, so there’s that).

So not a slam dunk for me, but all in all, it was good!

I just took as many Taiyama pics as I could so why don’t we just knock one out of the way before we begin xD

They look so coooool all beat up and windswept

More below!

Sooo last week, the aptly named Eyesmon evolved into the equally well-named Orochimon. I always think “hydra!” (thank you Hercules) so initially my thought was that the plan would be for each of the kids to take out one head. Then I remembered, we only have six kids so far... and then I got a better look at it:

(this cap’s from much later but it shows the whole body so)

there was clearly one head that was significantly different from the others and appeared the most connected to the body! So the strategy was clearly lop off the central head because that’s what’s controlling the rest! A la VenomVamdemon only slightly less gross hahaha

Meanwhile back in real Tokyo, as Koushirou explains, the electronic pulse generated from this freaky Digimon’s battle is affecting anything digital, or even just anything that uses electricity.

Kaaaboom!

Our kids try to fight but it’s pretty obvious they’re out of their league. I did totally love MetalGreymon and Zudomon leading the charge together sort of. Because I continue to be a sucker for Taichi/Jou growth parallels! Anyway they both get knocked out and de-evolve so Taichi calls for them to regroup.

Aww piggyback

The way Jou carries Gomamon like an infant though ;___;

Sora and Garudamon lead the retreat, scooping everyone up and carrying them out of danger and omg look at Gomamon he looks so cozy gaaah

but not before Taichi realizes someone’s not with them... it’s Yamato of course... he’s just standing there... staring...

Why? Because “my little brother’s in danger in the real world!” That is adorable. Stupid but adorable.

Also stupid yet adorable... Taichi immediately runs to go get him. I have no idea WHAT his plan was but I am eternally grateful that he is such a dork because it gives adorable dorkiness like this:

and this

and ultimately this

pffffffftb

weregarurumon tries his best he really does

(no but really this is now my PREFERRED method of transportation for these two, one each tucked under WereGarurumon’s armpit and just dangling like that while he runs like crazy protecting his precious cargo... also look at Taichi holding onto Agumon’s arm the whole time eeeeeiiiii I love those detals it almost distracts from WereGarurumon’s expression of shock when they inevitably get shot and fall to their doom x’D)

yeah so everyone gets shot and falls to their separate dooms, and this was 100% just an excuse to put Taichi and Yamato alone together. The shonen action anime equivalent of “and there was only one bed!”

Jou continues to cradle Gomamon like his very own son

The kids wonder what to do and Jou has a cool moment here and there (like legit cool, where he acts all responsible)

... er, I did say “moment” :P

Meanwhile Koushirou is all cryptic and scary. That is his main job after all. You may think it’s to be the team brain, but it’s actually to make sure we viewers know just how terrible things really are so we can lose all hope of survival even though we already know they’re going to win x’D

I mean that is pretty scary tbh

Taichi breathes a sigh of relief. I wasn’t exactly surprised that he’s not running out to fight - even 99 Taichi usually understood when it was time for a strategic retreat. At the same time, maybe it’s just me, but I totally got the sense that he was scared in this scene. Not out of his head with fear, but definitely worried, I mean none of them seemed to have any effect on this monster earlier. It’s interesting to feel his tension.

“Yamato why did you just stand there in the street while we were trying to make our getaway?”

“Because... my little brother’s right in the center of danger back home... I can’t let this monster continue its rampage or he could get hurt...”

“Yeah man that’s all fine but I mean why did you just stand there in the street like an idiot I’m pretty sure you won’t be much use to your little bro if you’re steamrollered?!?!”

He looks so surprised that all this has been because of brotherly love. I can’t remember, is this the first Taichi’s hearing of Takeru? I know he wasn’t there when Yamato told Sora & co but maybe it was mentioned way back when they jogressed... Either way I wonder why he doesn’t say “I get it, I have a sister back home too that I’m worried about too.” Seems like a moment for bonding ya know?

That is the one thing I felt was missing here... we went through all the trouble of getting Taichi and Yamato alone together, and all that happens is Yamato confides something in Taichi that he’s already shared with the others. I mean, Taichi also shows his willingness to help Yamato and work together, and I think that is the important thing we’re supposed to take away, as Yamato’s all touched by it... but uh, for the most part I felt like not much happened in this scene, at least not that we haven’t already seen before.

Takeru’s phone, he’s waiting for a call from “oniichan” T-T my precious boy

And we actually get to see him!! His face!! His adorableness!! Ahhh Takeru I miss youuu!

Family photo! Parents’ faces not shown in the usual tradition of “divorcees in kids’ shows”! Also the tell-tale brothers are holding hands, but parents are standing as far apart as possible...

Meanwhile Taichi’s mom and sis are trying in vain to evacuate while their car flips out. Hikari sees an image of Orochimon broadcast on a nearby building and flinches away. No one else seems to notice it so maybe this is just her special ability like in 99 Adventure?

Traffic’s at a complete standstill and everyone’s electronics are going bonkers so Mama Yagami has them get out and head for the trains. Unfortunately this is what everyone else decides to do as well, and Hikari winds up like Simba in the wildebeest stampede, only there’s no one to jump in and save her so she tragically dies. :P

taichi: I see your ‘brother in danger’ and raise you one ‘dead sister.’

yamato: screw you

“You did great Mimi!!” A JOUMI MOMENT WE GOT A JOUMI MOMENT sort of okay but beggars can’t be choosers HE PRAISES HER (FOR STUFF HE WASNT EVEN THERE TO WITNESS THO LOL) AWWWW ITS SO CUTE

Then he remembers to praise his partner!!! All by himself! (Finally!) Gomamon’s so happy! It was so unexpected and he’s ecstastic!

Piyomon instantly gets jealous!!!! It’s so adorable!!! Sora is quick to reassure her that Garudamon is indispensable.

“And I’m the prettiest, right Mimi?”

“When you’re Lillymon, anyway.”

“D:”

lol the return of Mimi only appreciates Lillymon’s sense of fashion tickles me. an essential Mimi characteristic

Tentomon shyly and awkwardly tries to wring a compliment out of Koushirou too. It works, Koushirou is quick to tell Tentomon that he’s super cool as AtlurKabuterimon. I will be honest though, I wanted him to fail, just because we need to let these kids actually develop!! Their arcs are over so quickly! It took 99 Koushirou 52 episodes to be able to say “I love you” (I think it was “thank you” or something in the original Japanese but the point is he was being super honest and vulnerable at long long last). Imagine what an important moment this would have been if Tentomon’s “and me?” had been met with “huh? uh uh... I was thinking about how to defeat Orochimon... what are we talking about?”

That is something I continue to miss, not just with Koushirou but with everyone... their personal weaknesses just don’t really feel like weaknesses the way they did in 99 Adventure. And I’m just wondering why? For me, that was a driving force of what made 99 Adventure really great. It wasn’t afternoon special “stories with a moral” type drivel, because what they learned in the moment still had to build upon, and they would fail again, and learn again, and become their best selves slowly. And they’d risk a lot in the meantime. It was powerful to ten-year-old me. We are at ep 17 now and by this point in 99 Adventure, we’d had tons of scenes like that. I keep thinking “okay it’s early, we’ve got time!” but at this point it’s not so early anymore! But comparing with 99 Adventure is also a useless effort and I continue to choose to enjoy this show as its own separate thing and believe there’s still lots to come.

Taichi expresses his willingness to fight alongside Yamato even though as Yamato warn’s “it’s gonna be totes yabai”

Taichi: “I eat yabai for breakfast”

Yamato: “smiles”

jokes aside... the way Yamato smiles at Taichi is so cute! It’s hesitant, but once it’s there it doesn’t waver. He’s clearly starting to get used to relying on Taichi for backup, at least, and it’s no question that he feels friendship for him and the others, he’s just reluctant to admit it. The question is how all this will hold up when the situation’s reversed.

I LOVE this particular cap, Idk, there’s something about the sheer determination on Taichi’s face and the trust in Yamato’s as he looks back at him while they ride Garurumon directly into Orochimon’s line of fire... Fizz I think you’re reading too much into the animation. DON’T MESS WITH MY DREAMS OK I KNOW THESE KIDS BETTER THAN I KNOW MYSELF

obligatory Best Boy cap

Suddenly, in the real world, the fight is broadcast on the screens!! I was expecting this to happen every time a screen flickered, but once it did, I was like wow!! they’re going to let the whole world in on the secret of the digital world already!? and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that

BUT... that’s not what happened, maybe. Because so far the only ones who for sure are seeing these images of Digimon and the Chosen Children are Hikari and Takeru. No one else reacted to Orochimon and Mama Yagami doesn’t go “hey, that’s my son!” We could argue no one noticed because they were busy evacuating like maniacs, and Mama Yagami was busy looking for Hikari on the ground and not looking up at the screens. But it feels impossible that someone wouldn’t notice! So my current theory is only Hikari and Takeru can actually see these images... at least for now.

The fight rages. Meanwhile, the others soon catch up, as the only reason they were separated in the first place was to let Taichi and Yamato have a Moment. One thing I really liked though was Sora more or less leading the charge to join Taichi and Yamato. I want more of “second in command Sora” now and forever. (My personal headcanon since I was a kid was always that if something happened to Taichi, Sora, not Yamato, would take over. Tri did not go that way though :P)

Burning eyes of courage!!

They beat Orochimon by taking off his central head, as predicted. Then they all go and take a nap in the street. It is full of d’awww.

Gabumon and Agumon mimicking their partners’ body language always get’s a mega d’awwwww

Taichi: “That was yabai!”

Yamato: “I warned you it would be.”

Taichi: “Yeah, but we made it somehow!”

Yamato: “... smiles”

Uggggghhhh I can’tttttt with these two

Like Koushrou, Yamato is totally whipped by Taichi’s smile... oh dear... my heart is pulled in two directions... Taiyama... Taishirou... “my number one my number two...” (anyone else remember that dumb song there used to be tons of love triangle amvs on youtube set to it...)

I mean just look. look at Yamato looking at Taichi. he can’t make himself look anywhere else. ToT

Sora and Piyomon also win Adorable Award of the Day.

Honestly everyone gets it... I apologize for not having any cute Tentomon resting on Koushirou scenes capped! It’s because they drew Tentomon’s head freakishly big and I just couldn’t do it bahahaha but they were cute too

And that’s the end of... oh oh wait, did you think the battle was over? YOU NOOB. xD

every veteran Digi fan was not at all surprised to see this countdown appear and what looks like yet another bad guy evolution next week. Also next week...

... looks like Takeru’s finally going to join us!! Yaaaay! Very dramatically too it seems!

We got a glimpse of Hikari in a similar moment BUT... I’m not convinced Hikari will truly be joining us. She was separated from her mom and is clearly going to have a Digimon interaction of some sort like Takeru, but I think this is “eighth child” build up, one because the current ending theme is completely Takeru centric, and two because it just makes sense to me that Takeru would be Crisis One and Hikari will be Crisis Two. Idk of course it’s just a hunch.

Fizz before you said Hikari was killed in the stampede I WAS KIDDING

kidding about children dying??? OMG Y’ALL

maybe though Hikari’s swept away by those people, gets her Digivice, then is promptly captured by... idk evil Digimon, or shady government officials? More likely, she gets her digivice and helps but keeps it a secret and plans to show her brother when they reunite... we’ll see!

This ep I give 8/10!!

Ending with one more cool Taichi cap from next week’s trailer!

#digimon adventure:#digimon adventure 2020 #digimon adventure reboot #digi spoilers #fizz watches digimon 2020 #digimon

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I AM SAITAMA TRAIN THINGY ANON AND I JUST FOUND THE POST TY I LOVED IT— you write him so well i loved it sm sm sm. you up for more saitama sometime? :0 i forgot if you’re taking actual requests i’m gonna go check that

THEY ARE OPEN YES

consider: reader gets hurt fighting a villain (or smth) and saitama brings them back to his apartment. but!! he only has one bed >:)!! so they get the bed and he sleeps on the floor lmao. just sorta fluff :D? fluff for saitama? maybe they confess in the morning?? :D??? or just fluff headcanons (i didn’t wanna just ask for fluff headcanons because that’s pretty vague and shit :’D) whatever you’re up for!! ty for being a sick ass writer

Oh my honey bunny!!!! You are so very sweet AH! This legit made my dayyyy!

Im in love with these Saitama requests bc I’m in love with him, he does not get enough credit omggggg. (Also I’m so sorry this took me a hot sec to write, this request just deserved so much care because it was so genuinely sweet, I hope you like baby xxxx)

You were badly beaten up, bruised, and just all around embarrassed. You’d fought so hard, struggling to keep the toothy sewer monster away from the surrounding houses. The icy rain was coming down hard, making it difficult to see. It had flung you down on the ground, taking all the air from your body. Then Saitama knocks it down with a single punch... Yeah, you felt great. You were staring at him now, half with gratitude and half with the realization that you weren’t as strong as you thought you were. He smiled at you, when you blacked out.

You woke up, in an unfamiliar space. Your head was throbbing intensely. You tried to sit up and you groaned and clutched the side of your head, feeling how matted your hair was. “Here,” you watched through half lidded eyes as Saitama rose and grabbed you a glass of water. He dropped a tablet into it and you watched it fizz, the bubbles scattering around the water. He sat next to you, and even though your hand was on the glass, he didn’t let go of it. You took two long drinks, then handed the glass back to him. “You know, if you weren’t a hero who just saved my life, that would look pretty bad,” you said gesturing to the fizzing tablet. Saitama’s eyes got wide, “oh no, it’s- it’s just- dammit! It’s just something for head aches...” he said finally. You chuckled softly, you’d never seen him so flustered before.

Saitama was sitting on the floor watching tv. It was driving you crazy, he’d left without a single scratch and you’d passed out. Having to be saved infuriated you, but you didn’t want to be ungrateful to all his help. “My headache is feeling better, thanks.” Saitama smiled at you from his spot on the floor. He turned on the television and scanned the news. There was something happening a few cities over, it seemed pretty big and no heroes were there to help. Saitama rose, “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled as he left the room.

You couldn’t be mad at him for leaving you. It wasn’t his job to take care of you... The front door opened and shut and your heart sunk a bit. Was Saitama your friend? Sort of? He never spoke to you very much and his few word responses made it difficult to continue a conversation. But he had always given you a soft smile. It was so confusing.

The front door opened again and Saitama returned with a plastic bag, written on the side was THANK YOU with a smiley face. “Soup?” he offered. You laughed, scrunching your brow... this man was hard to read for being one so straight forward. “I figured you left to go fight whatever that was in City X... not bring me soup.” He sat and began to take the containers from the bag. “Oh, I did,” that’s Saitama for you I guess, “but then I saw the delivery guy at the door and figured I shouldn’t let you eat alone, so I let someone else to take care of it.” He handed you a container of soup and a plastic spoon. Saitama flipped the television back on, “let’s see how they're doing huh?”

“BREAKING NEWS, IT’S HEADED FOR THE POWER LINES IN CITY-” That was when all the lights went out. You could here him sigh in the darkness. “You don’t have a flashlight do you?” he asked. You softly replied, “no.” He said nothing but you heard him get up off the floor and stumble somewhere, there was rustling, then clinking, then a click, then a soft light. It was one of those home made, wine bottle oil lamps. He placed the light in the middle of the floor. It was only at that moment you realized you must be in Saitama’s bed. It was simply a mattress on the floor. It was however incredibly comfortable. The comforter was soft and crinkly. He only had one pillow but it was fluffy. “Do you want to play cards?” he offered, presenting a fresh deck. You nodded and he began to deal. He had beaten you at Go Fish 3 times before you suggested another game. Slap Jack was probably the wrong choice considering there was now a hole in his floor, but you’d both gotten a good laugh out of it and simply allowed the mattress to rest above the hole. The laughter from the Slap Jack event sparked the first real conversation you two had ever had. You found out that Saitama was funnier than you thought. The laughter evolved into more meaningful discussions about childhood and lost loves, and finally evolved into nothing at all, like what animals must think when humans change their clothes all the time... With all the talking you were starting to feel worse, weaker, which you resented. You pushed through, because more than anything, you were enjoying talking to him, getting to know who he really was other than this super powerful hero.

It was getting late and you went from feeling bad to feeling like death. However, you wouldn’t be telling Saitama that. Rest, that’s all you needed, yes. “You take the bed, I’ll sleep here,” he whispered. “What? No, I should go home, it’s fine.” He gave you a serious and semi annoyed expression, “do you think you could get yourself home?” Even though the tablet had eased the pain, it didn’t stop the chills, or the joint aches, or the room from spinning. “No...” you admitted reluctantly. “That’s what I thought.” He retrieved a towel and his red cape and made them into a pillow and a blanket. You’d both been laying in silence when you started to feel like you were freezing. You were underneath all the blankets, shivering. “Y/n?” he asked to your covered shape, “are you okay?” You shifted, which sent chills through your body. You heard him move towards you and he placed his hand on your forehead. “You’re sick, fever probably,” he moved and he placed the towel and his cape over you. He moved back towards the floor but you weakly caught his hand. “Do-do you think you could lay with me?” You rolled to look at him and his eyes were big, soft, watching you carefully, with concern. He climbed onto the small mattress beside you and gently laid his arm over your waist, pulling you into him. The warmth from his body, radiating through your back, and the light rise and fall of his breath lured you to sleep.

You awoke with the sun pouring through Saitama’s blinds. You were all sweaty, your fever must have broke in the night but Saitama was still holding onto you. You stirred, trying to give him space but he pulled you closer, “are you feeling any better?” he asked. “Yes, much,” you turned now to face him, “thank you.” Then he did something completely unexpected, he pressed his lips to your forehead then ran his hand down your cheek, “of course.” As soon as he did it, his eyes became wide, “I-I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have-” You took his hand and kissed each of his fingers. There wasn’t anything to say. Some things were best left unspoken. He simply closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours.

#saitama #one punch man #fluff #fluffy #marshmallow fluff

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lihikainanea · 4 years

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tiger napping at bill's house and she wakes up having started her period and shes so embarrassed and her cramps are terrible because she hasn't taken any pain meds but bill is so calm and understanding and helps clean her up, giving her a hot water bottle and does her tampon for her (bc you have made me obsessed with this idea 🥺)

Oh god this kink it is so strong and I am still SO ASHAMED.

Just a reminder that this is a JUDGMENT FREE ZONE. We are all safe here.

Look man, I don’t know if any of my lady friends out there have ever had the pleasure of starting a birth control pill. Whether it’s a start-from-scratch situation, or a change up situation where you were on one before but now you want to try a new one–but let me tell you, in my experience, it is absolute HELL ON EARTH. Get ready to gain 15lbs. Get ready to gain another 15lbs in just your bra, because your tatas will get huge. Get ready to be an emotional basket case. A total hormonal tornado. A HORMONADO, IF YOU WILL. But the most fun of all, is get ready to start your period literally any time, anywhere, completely unexpected for like, 6 months. Last year I had to switch to a pill with less estrogen and Jesus Christ, it was awful. I was either on my period for like 3 months straight at a time or it would just start RANDOMLY and it was a fucking cascade–and let’s keep in mind, too, that I am routinely on flights that last like, 16 hours. And that I train in martial arts, and our uniforms are white. Spontaneous crimson waves were literally my biggest fucking fear all of last year.

So like, look. Maybe Bill and tiger had a conversation one day–both of them always used condoms with previous partners because maybe tiger never really had a steady partner so condoms were a MUST, and maybe Bill always used them with his partners because he just felt a little better having double protection or maybe his partner insisted on it, who knows. Either way, once they start boinking on the regular, maybe they talk about it. Except they talk about it in true Bill and tiger fashion, which means one day over breakfast tiger just blurts out that she’s going to start taking an anti-baby pill that week so he doesn’t have to keep wrappin’ it before he’s tappin’ it and Bill just like, chokes on his orange juice. And once it’s out of his nostrils, once she’s gone back to reading the comics in the paper, he clears his throat and gently squeezes her feet–which are, of course, in his lap.

“Tiger are you sure?” he asks, “Aren’t they kind of…hard on your body?”

“I want to,” she shrugs, “For a lot of reasons.”

“If I’m the main reason, kid, I’m fine however we decide to…do it,” he stammers. And he’s turning a little pink and it’s adorable, “I don’t mind uh…I don’t mind wearing condoms.”

She smiles softly at him.

“I know,” she says, “And thank you. But it would be nice to also be more…regular. There’s a bunch of reasons, Bill. And I just want to.”

“Okay,” he returns her soft smile, “If you’re sure.”

And like, part of me wants to believe that he accompanies tiger to the doctor because she’s terrified of doctors. And while he obviously doesn’t go into the exam room with her, this mental image of Bill all folded in two in a tiny plastic chair, surrounded by pregnant ladies and posters of uteruses and these physical reconstructions of vaginas and vulvas just gets me cackling. He’s so uncomfortable.

ALRIGHT SO. Here we are. So tiger gets the pill, and she starts the pill. And it is hell on Earth. She’s bloated. Her tatas are sore. Literally nothing fits anymore–including her bras, which Bill needs to bite his fist and leave the room every time she changes and he just sees her swollen breasts spilling over the top of her bra. He wants to nose dive into her chest, but he knows she’s uncomfortable and feeling anything less than sexy.

But more than that her cycle is just…havoc. It is unpredictable. It happens any time, anywhere. He’s had to take her home smack in the middle of a dinner party at a nice restaurant when she’s emerged from the bathroom with a panicked look in her eye. He’s had to take his sweater off and wrap it around her waist, bring her to his car as she just cries because she’s mortified. And Bill feels just a tad responsible and a tad guilty, because he still thinks she’s doing this in large part for him. And he really, really feels for her because not only is her cycle unpredictable, but it’s also just a lot more painful than it usually is–which was already a lot. She’s doubled over in pain on the couch, she has trouble eating, she doesn’t want to move, she always gets a migraine. It’s awful for the poor thing.

And Bill just…god, Good Dude Bill. He makes it impossible to be embarrassed around, even when tiger is so fucking mortified. Because it’s inevitable–sometimes it starts in her sleep, and Bill has to gently shake her awake. And she just cries, because she’s in pain but she’s also just so embarrassed but all Bill tries to do is soothe her, comfort her, coax her into a hot shower while he changes the sheets and gets another hot water bottle ready for her. He’ll cuddle her on the couch when she just can’t move from it, wrapping around her and rubbing her stomach gently. And he really just does his best to try and take care of her–makes her lots of hot tea. Makes sure she eats as much as she feels up to eating. Helps her manage the pain a bit with some meds, and when it gets real bad, he runs the best bubble baths and he’ll just sit there in it with her for hours.

And I mean like, look. I don’t know how it happens. But I want it to happen, and I am now at the point where I’ll just FIGHT ANYONE WHO DARES JUDGE ME ABOUT IT.

But maybe her body is kind of stabilizing a bit after a few months, so they think they’re in the clear. But she’s been complaining of a nagging backache for most of the day, a bit of a headache, and she seems rather oblivious that those are some signs she’s about to get her period and Bill is just looking at her with a quirked brow wondering how the hell someone could be so oblivious about their own body. In any case, he’s a little more aware than she is–but he knows better than to say anything.

But sure enough that night as they’re sleeping, he’s curled around her. And I kind of low key love this idea of a little alarm bell that goes off in his brain sometimes that he needs to check on Little Human. So he wakes up, and sure enough–he feels it. That wetness, all over the front of his boxers. He sighs, raises up a little to check on her–but she’s knocked out cold still, which is probably a good sign. It means she’s not in pain.

He eases away from her slowly, goes to get a washcloth from the bathroom and some of her supplies. And when he crawls back to bed, he eases her onto her back and starts to pull her panties off. She stirs a little.

“It’s okay,” he whispers to her, and she settles a bit. He pulls her panties slowly down her legs and off, reaching to move her thighs a little further apart. She stirs again, shifts a little and grumbles. He presses a light kiss on her lips.

“What’re you doing?” she mumbles, and it’s sleepy and she’s not even half awake.

“Cleaning you up,” he says, “Stay still.”

And like, here’s the thing. Tiger is still in that floaty state, right? And god I hope none of you have ever had this happen to you, but ever fall asleep first at a slumber party, and then everyone pulls pranks on you? Because I have. I deadass fell asleep once and woke up in the MIDDLE of my friends writing on my face with a Sharpie, and I asked them what they were doing. And they told me they were writing on my face. And I was in that in-between stage, so I legit just said “awesome have fun” and went back to sleep.

Tiger’s halfway between sleep and rational consciousness, and she’s asking questions but not really registering the answers or at the very least, not getting panicked about them. Which is good.

“Why?” she asks, but she doesn’t move and her eyes are still closed. Bill hesitates, runs his hands softly over her stomach and she purrs a little.

“You got your period, kid,” he decides on honesty. And her brows furrow a little at that, and she makes as if she’s going to sit up.

“Oh,” she says, “Oh god.”

And she’s starting to wake up fully, but if he can just keep her relaxed enough, it’ll all be fine. He pushes down on her stomach a little harder, kisses her softly again.

“Relax, tiger. I’ve got you,” he says, “Go back to sleep.”

And he waits until she settles again, before grabbing the warm washcloth and cleaning her up. When he’s done he tosses it into the laundry bin before he grabs the tampon–which he unwrapped in the bathroom, so it wouldn’t make any noise because Bill’s a smart dude–and he puts a soothing hand on her stomach, scratching lightly as he just gently put it in for her. He tosses the rest into the trash, pulling the blankets back up and curling around her. And tiger is registering what’s happening, but she’s so goddamn tired and she’s just so comfy and feeling so fucking safe and well taken care of with him that she just lets it happen. Because it’s the middle of the fucking night, but he’s got those big warm hands running all over her and he’s cooing softly at her and just telling her that he’ll take care of her and she thinks that yes, yes that sounds perfect.

And you know what? You’d be a goddamn fool if you don’t think for a second that Bill is also humming with those good caretaker vibes, helping her, giving her what she needs, taking care of her. He tucks her into his chest and he’s feeling mighty good about himself, too.

But like, look, the next day? When tiger realizes exactly what happened? Oh god. She’s mortified. And Bill knows, because she tries to avoid him from the minute she wakes up. She’s skittish, nervous, she leaves the room as soon as he comes in and it doesn’t take long for him to corner her and get all up in her space.

“Tiger,” he says as he bends to catch her gaze. She closes her eyes immediately. “Out with it.”

“Out with what?”

“You know what,” he accuses.

“Bill, who does that?” she snaps and her cheeks are turning bright red, “God it’s just so…so….so weird and gross.”

“Me, I do that,” he tells her as he tilts her chin up, “And it’s not weird or gross, so shut up.”

“Bill, you literally put a–”

“I know what I did,” he interrupts, “And it wasn’t the first time I’ve done it. It won’t be the last, either. I told you kid, one of my ex’s was really into that sort of thing.”

Tiger finally meets his gaze as her features contort into a look of disgust, her lip curled. Bill rolls his eyes.

“Tiger, look. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” he says earnestly, but Bill knows. He knows she’s embarrassed, but he also knows that she didn’t stop him last night.

“But if it didn’t…” he continues, and he bends to take her face in his hands as his eyes sweep over her, “If it didn’t, then that’s also not something you should be embarrassed about, either.”

Tiger is turning progressively more purple. And she reaches up and fiddles awkwardly with the neckline of his shirt.

“It’s weird,” she mutters. And she sounds an awful lot like she’s trying to convince herself. Bill waits, lets the silence hang until she meets his eyes–which are nothing but kind, honest, not an ounce of judgment anywhere.

“Did you like it?” he smiles warmly at her. She huffs, tries to take a step back but he still has her face in his hands. He kisses her softly, reassuringly, but he doesn’t let her get away.

“Did you?” he asks again.

“Bill,” she whines, but he looks at her expectantly, “I didn’t….I didn’t hate it. Alright? I didn’t hate it.”

He still has the same lopsided, soft grin on his face.

“I….like it when you take care of me,” she admits. She’s rewarded with another soft kiss.

“And I like taking care of you,” he says. He wraps his arms around her, squeezing her tight to his chest. She sighs.

“Want lunch?” she asks, both because she’s desperate to diffuse an awkward situation and desperate to change the subject.

“Sure,” he chuckles, and he breaks away from her.

“Then get out of my kitchen, it’ll be ready in a few minutes,” she says. He winks as he turns to walk away but before leaving completely, he turns back to her.

“Oh, and tiger?” he says, and she meets his gaze, “When it comes to you? Nothing is ever off the table. I don’t care how weird you think it is–I’m down. Remember that, kid.”

#period kink #BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #soft bill

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