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nburkhardt · 1 year

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hello, i'm antoinette! you can call me toni :)

welcome to my blog, there's a lot and probably even more to come. i write here and there. this is the one stop for it all, it's a little organized with short descriptions with each link. i also tag everything with #nburkhardt writes. i have a permanent tag list if you would like to be added let me know!

enjoy the fics!

💐 multiple part fics

Desperate Prayers of a Cursed Man (on hiatus) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6 short description: Steve has issues with being called asshole. Eddie's the one to save him.

Someone You Loved (on hiatus) Part 1, Part 2, short description: Post-Break Up, Steve trends on tiktok with his song about Eddie.

Lower the Noise (Won't Be Putting My Heart On Display) Part 1 & Part 2 short description: Steve realizes he's in love with Eddie.

Wanna Share a Last Name? part 1 & part 2 short description: Steve has a plan, Eddie's a little slow. Wayne has the brain cell.

Goodbye is a Second Chance Part 1, Part 2 short description: Modern Day, A video ends up on trending under the name "TheHair" (posted as snippets)

Does The Ghost Know? (on hiatus) Part 1 short description: Steve thinks Eddie's ghost is apart of his imagination, but is he really?

Touch-Starved Steve part 1, part 2, part 3 (coming soon) short description: Touch is something precious. Steve doesn't get it until Eddie barrels his way in.

Somebody Loves You, You Got A Friend Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (coming soon) short description: a/b/o teenage parents steddie! takes place in season 2 (focus on steddie, slice of life fic!)

Love Is... part 2 (coming soon) short description: Love is something not to play with. (its an angst feast, be warned!)

Of Scissors and Wild Curls Part 1 & Part 2 (coming soon) short description: Eddie's bad hair day leads to Steve's hair salon. (Meet-Cute, modern setting)

The Pokemon AU Dustin's Journey, Egg Exchange short description: A series of fics in the world of pokemon (world build, Steddie)

The Rockstar, The Baker & Baby. original idea, slice of life, short description: Both Steve & Eddie are famous, in their own ways. They're also mates, the world doesn't know that.

Pray For The Ground to Swallow Me Whole part 2 (coming soon) short description: Joyce doesn't like Steve, she tells him and leads to a breakdown

Alone for the Holidays ..... Not Exactly. short description: With winter comes holidays, with that Steve is alone. That is until his platonic soulmate calls in a favor with one metalhead. (PLEASE note: the "not exactly" links to the second part)

🌷 one shots

Valentine's Day Fic short description: Eddie loves and hates that he says 'I love you' on Valentine's Day, that's it.

Started as a Joke short description: Steddie called each other boyfriends before dating.

Really, Him? (Mike Wheeler character study) short description: Mike learning about himself and hating that he has a crush on Steve.

Street Fair Dates (Buckingham) short description: Robin gets ditched by Steddie at a fair, buys a plush frog and rambles her way into a date with Chrissy.

Tattooed Steve bonus snippet the start of it short description: He forgot to mention his tattoos, will add more eventually

Short fic: Robin's a babysitter. short description: She babysits Steddie's daughters, thats it.

March 27th, 1986 short description: Eddie Munson has opinions on the date March 27th

Be Your Alibi short description: They had plans to tell everyone, but then Eddie's wanted for murder and really the only way to save your boyfriend is to be his alibi.

Super Angsty Steve short description: Steve's reaction to Eddie saying he doesn't like him. super angsty with very little comfort lol

Oh Sugar, Sugar, I Love You short description: Steve is an overly affectionate lightweight. A silly and fluffy relationship reveal.

Steve's Birthday short description: His birthday rolls around and all he wants is to relax.

Somewhere Along the Bitterness short description: Major character death, angst/no comfort. Steve as Vecna's victim

Meet-Weird short description: its a silly fic with no real plot, steddie!

Of Insomnia and Nightmares short description: It's not the first time Steve looks for him. It’s an unfortunate side effect from nearly dying; insomnia and nightmares.

Feels Like the World's Gonna End (But I'll Get You Through) short description: Steve has a panic attack on the fourth of july, Eddie helps him and they cuddle ❤️

Fluffy established Steddie short description: a short and silly, steddie being deeply in love and silly ❤️

Dancing in the Rain short description: Eddie has a secret love for dancing in the rain

How did this happen? (angsty) short description: This wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to be fine. *has a happy ending

Sappy Boys (fluffy) short description: It's in the title, seriously its just very sappy and sweet.

Steddie first kiss scenario short description: At Eddie’s trailer, they’re high as fuck and Max witnesses.

A chaotic Steve short description: Steve decides to wear a shirt and causes everyone to question him (its a relationship reveal!)

The Hoodie Mistake short description: Eddie's late to practice and the guys learn of his relationship with Steve

Jeff helped Steddie get together short description: Jeff asks Eddie a question and spiels down until he and Steve get together.

Backpacks short description: Relationship Reveal featuring Steve being a little shit and backpacks.

Realizations and Maturing short description: Steve's words burn at Nancy, months after Vecna's gone. She learns a few things along the way. (Steddie with Nancy pov)

RWRB inspired short desciption: Eddie disappears on Steve, Steve chases him down (angsty with a happy ending)

Finally Safe & Happy short description: Dustin sees Steve for the first time while he's not on edge.

Single Soon (a famous AU) short description: Chrissy Cunningham is back with a new single! (Buckingham with implied Steddie)

5 Random words fic short description: Someone is stealing from the Capital, Eddie finds out who. Steve has no choice but to steal.

Scoops Troop Time short description: Dustin's finding the the perfect time to line their schedules up for Scoops Troop time.

Hellfire Club or Steve Harrington's fan Club? short description: It started as a dnd club and somewhere along the way it became a little bit more. Eddie also somehow manages to land himself on a date with Steve.

Cuddles short description: Robin is tired of Steve pouting. While all Steve wants to do is cuddle maybe with Eddie.

“H-How long have you been standing there?” short description: Steve doubts if Eddie wants him around, Wayne tells him otherwise

Booping Noses short description: Steve is a very affectionate while high.

Pretty Boys short description: The plan is ruined in seconds just because a pretty boy looks at him.

Giggles in the Morning short description: Slice of life, Steve falling in love all over again with Eddie. (omegaverse, mpreg)

Sweet Morning short description: Steve wants to stay in bed with Eddie

True Love's Kiss short description: Dustin flipped Steve's life upside down, but that wasn't the biggest surprise of his life.

🌺 headcanons | ideas

The Grimm AU short description: Steve doesn't know he's a grimm until a relative shows up with a mysterious trailer. (will eventually continue)

What if Gareth is Robin's step-brother? Part 1, Part 2 short description: AU where Gareth is Robin's step-brother and friends with Steve before steddie happens. Not quite one shots. Maybe eventually will expand on these.

HC: Steve has family short description: Steve is close to his mom & her side of the family

HC: Steve's brain is something else short description: Words are hard for Steve.

HC: Steve gets shovel talks short description: not quite a fic, more rambling of my take on shovel talks

HC: Mike notices Steve pull away short description: Out of everyone to notice Steve pulling away, its Mike Wheeler. (might turn this into something, not sure yet)

What if? Steve has a good relationship with his parents short description: After Vecna, everyone learns of the kind of relationship Steve has with his parents (will eventually expand this!)

An Idea: Omega Steve. short description: an a/b/o idea of Steve wanting to be a parent. Anyone can use it!

An Idea/HC: Mike confronts Nancy short description: Nancy tries to give Steve a shovel talk, Mike's not having it. Anyone can use!

Imagine: Eddie finding the rings short description: a very quick little thing inspired by a pair of rings

Steve's Stuck short description: i projected on steve, He feels stuck in life.

Silenced short description: Its a projection! Steve grew up not allowed opinions or talking back.

Steve and Robin's Quiet Time short description: Steve's favorite pastime is coloring

Eddie gets quiet short description: A projection on our fave boy. When he's overwhelmed, he shuts down.

Steve goes to the park short description: growing up, Steve wasn't allowed to play like the other little kids.

Disneyland Meet-cute short description: Steve's a disneyland VIP who escorts Corroded Coffin around. (an idea that anyone could use!)

Love Language is Food short description: Home Chef Eddie Munson gets on Triple G, Professional Chef Steve Harrington is the host. (very short)

Personal Space short description: Steve's family life. Based off my life with my nieces

Fall Date short description: Steddie's first date is in fall. short & sweet.

Imagine: Steve & Dustin on The Amazing Race short description: It's a fic idea of a henderfam duo on a reality show

Falling in the Cruelest Way short description: Steve tries not to fall for Eddie. Eddie leaves Hawkins behind. (angsty)

Super Powers Sometimes Aren't Great short description: Steve has a deathly touch, he meets Eddie; who can't die.

Anastasia AU short description: Imagine Eddie as Anastasia with Steve as Dimitri.

Claudia's boys short description: it didn't take Claudia to adopt Steve

*updates whenever i post something new or update

#steddie #nburkhardt writes

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absolutebl · 1 year

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This Week in BL - Things are Very Mixed

May 2023 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Step By Step (Thai Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 3 of 10 (MDL still says 12, but Gaga still says 10) - The subs are janky on YT, so you might want to watch this on Gaga. This is such a good show, it just feels so much more authentic to an office environment and first job then anything else I’ve seen in BL. Now that might be because it has western source material, or it might be because it is actually kind of old-fashioned (it’s been years since I worked as an office grunt). While the authenticity may be a little triggering for some, I love how much tension it adds to the leads’ dynamic and the quality of the narrative. I also really love the brothers’ relationship, now that we got to see them on screen together for a bit. Walk of shame was great! Oh look, character development, how novel. This is what Boss & Babe should have been. Not sold on the sides tho it’s nice to see a faen fatal as the main character in a dynamic for a change.

La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 2 of 10 - This one is really grabbing me by the throat. I love the starter concepts, what a fantastic twist on a meet cute not to mention soulmates. I hope we spend more time with the vet and his coworkers, they seem awesome. And another surprise, the guy we think is being set up to be the brother’s love interest is now clearly interested in the wrong brother. I love the trope subversions going on with this show!

Our Skyy 2 (The Eclipse) eps 5-6 - FirstKhao are just ridiculously cute as a couple. Honestly? Aye just seems like he would be a lot of work as a lover. I’m not as wild about the premise of this installment, with the film clips and stuff (as I was of NlMG’s installment). And then, the singing. Oh well, you can’t have everything. I gotta say, First is a great crier, although I don’t think this story warranted his tears. In the end? My feelings on this installment were mixed, the movie storyline didn’t grab me and the birthday storyline seems a touch mean spirited, but I do think it adds substantially to the original Eclipse rather than feeling superfluous or slapdash like many of the other Our Skyys. So I’m going to go with 8/10

Future (Thai Sun YouTube & Gaga) ep 6fin - More of the same (which I like) but I’m glad it ended. Didn’t need to get dragged out. Such drama over nothing. In the end? This is just a soft sweet cotton candy fluff piece about a younger boy who pursues an older boy and then manufactures silly gay drama. Nothing wrong with that. But I don’t think this style of BL really appeals to a very large market share. Will I rewatch it? Sure. Will anyone else? Nope. 7/10 RECOMMENDED WITH RESERVATIONS.

Pastsenger (Thai Weds Gaga) ep 9 of 12 eps - And now the amnesia trope. I’m not a fan. This is such a pulp. At least it ends next week? Groan, no 3 more eps.

A Boss and a Babe (Fri YouTube) ep 10 of 12 - one thing I realize I like about this main couple’s dynamic is that the seme/uke seems earned, where it didn’t in Echante. I don’t have much else to say except it’s crazy when a narrative betrays its characters like this and why to poor ForceBook keep having to deal with it?

The Promise (Thai Weds YT & WeTV) ep 7 of 10 - Honestly, who wears an all white outfit to play around with coffee beans in the countryside? I LOVE the faen fatal, he’s so good, courageous, honest, and morally sound. He even gives his rival fair warning. Nan should totally go out with him. I made awwww noises over the faen fatal! I NEVER do that. I guess Phu was right all along? Nan won’t date a friend. Ultimate friend zone. Well shit. This show. Ouch.

House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) ep 1 of ?? - There seems a slight horror element which I do not like and it’s also confusingly like Melrose Place or something. Everyone is sleeping with, or wants to be sleeping with everyone else. It’s kinda hilarious to watch something where all the actors are supposed to be good actors but it’s a pulp so they just really aren’t. So far my main issue is I can’t keep them all straight in my head (pun intended).

Tin Tam Jai (Tues Gaga) ep 10fin - There is very little I enjoyed about this show. The entirely forgotten side dishes gave us 5 min of excellent high heat and then vanished, but otherwise this show sucked in the wrong way. It’s forgettable and I intend to do just that. 5/10

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - The way these two are very quietly yet thoroughly falling in love with each other is executed with such grace and subtlety that only Japan could have handed this out. It’s not even “falling” it’s more like sliding gradually into love.

Love Mate (Korea Thurs Viki) eps 1-2 of 8 - Launched very much openly gay so that’s fun. Also very much bubble too, so no one around them cares. So: Seo is a player jaded older uke (fun character type we don’t see often) and his seme is a romantic if arrogant weirdo. Can you see my hands clapping? Combative trope activation! Absurdity. How fun. Also workplace harassment but hayho that’s BL for ya. (Also a nonBL Kdrama specialty.) ALSO whole office in on seme-stalker’s side? All in all, it’s odd and questionable, but I’m into it. Why am I like this?

Happy Merry Ending (Korea Thurs Gaga) eps 3-4 of 8 - OK I’m not super into the main couple but I love all of the surrounding characters. The overly protective best friend with a crush is giving bad advice but it’s understandable and he’s super hot so I forgive him. And the idol character is a wonderful addition, he is my baby. Also, evil ex is v evil.

Vian the series (Vietnam YT ) - I thought this was gonna be Tiktok only but apparently it’s showing up on YT too. It’s cute! My cat boyfriend (which is more common that it should be) and this seems to be Vietnam’s installment (we got Thailand’s last year). The boy playing the cat is the prettiest human being on the planet. Fight me. No fight him, get scratched. Serious tho. Holy hairballs. Look I don’t really like vertical content but I am watching this for him. Meow, indeed.

The Day I Loved You (Vietnam YouTube) eps 2-3 of ? - BL Express’s first impressions mirror mine. Niks is so flipping cute. Rich kid is so into him, so is bestie. So much gay macho posturing. So much bi fear and het shame. But also it’s killer to get a femme main characters who isn’t being mocked. Dancing trope continues (better than singing together). It is kinda Heartstopper goes Pinoy BL. Honestly, I prefer kids a little drawings to terrible sound effects. This is better than it or we have any right to expect.

Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 12 - There is a lot I like about this drama, except the weird central conceit of the naked dining. But the romance part is cute, if a tad simplistic.

My Story (Pinoy Sat YouTube) ep 4 of 10 - chukchuk went missing and so did my interest in this show. I’m DNFing this one.

Dancing together, the baby sub-trope of 2023. (The Day I Love You)

It’s Airing But ...

Love Syndrome (Thai Sat WeTV) stopped at ep 2 of 12 - I’m just not into any aspect of it (except Lee Long Shi) - saving to binge if the end is solid.

Venus in the Sky (Sat YouTube) pilot/tester?) 0 of 10 - not entirely sure what’s up with this one distribution-wise, but the pilot was classic university-set pulp. I hope it happens because the leads are cute with good chemsitry and I thought it was fun. However, this pilot holds together as its own little short too.

Stormy Honeymoon (Vietnam) - meh

In Case You Missed It

Actors Bas Suradej (2 Moons etc...) and Copter Panuwat (so much BL) have left Starhunter. So Copter and Kimmon will part ways as an on-screen pair (RIP KimCop). Their upcoming show Boy Never Smiles will still air, but will likely be their last together. (source)

Restart After Come Back Home (highly recommended), Athlete, Capture Lover, Tkumi-kun, His the movie (recommended) and also a bunch of the dark stuff like Forbidden Love and Shortest Distance are all leaving Gagaoolala soon. So watch ‘em while you can. A few are also on Viki, but many will be difficult to get hold of without Gaga.

I finally finished the second season of The Reason Why He Fell in Love with Me (Japan Gaga) and gave it a 4/10. I just don’t like or recommend any of the installments of this franchise, but if I had to pick, it’s season one.

Make a Wish finished at 6 eps. Stars Fluke Natouch (OhmFluke UWMA etc...) & Judo (The Miracle Of Teddy Bear) in medical-fantasy about a doctor who sees ghosts and a deity who resides in a Bodhi tree that earns merits whenever he fulfills a wish. Based on a y-novel by Sammon (Manner of Death, Triage). I will watch it if I get hold of it, but for now... who knows how it went?

Here’s a really interesting podcast ep from 99% Invisible on captions and captioning.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming in May 2023:

5/18 - Starstruck (Korea ????) - A boy has had a crush on his childhood friend for a long time. Stars Zuho (Kpop SF9 - noted good egg) opposite rookie actor Kim In Sung (the one with the crush).

5/27 The Luminous Solution (Thai ????) 10 eps - Thana is having trouble at work and in his relationship. He can't seem to catch a break. So he makes a wish to change everything. The wish has a price.

5/27 Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa (Japan) - NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS (but that has never stopped Japan before) and no, I have no idea where to get it, why would I ????? (Say it with me everyone: Oh Japan, must you?)

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

Defining Gut Wrenching from The Promise

Honestly you gotta be so careful who you case as the faen fatal, sometimes he steals everyone’s hearts. I caught a BAD case of second lead syndrome.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Future reviewing itself for us.

Tiny king of the GMMTV cameo. (Our Skyy et al)

Frankly if this weren’t such a bad story, Cher might be one of my favorite BL characters. (Boss & Babe)

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? BTOB's - Wind & Wish (I don’t consider myself Melody but I make no case for that statement)

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paola, my love, my light, i'm a little late today (did he say at one in the morning), but i couldn't stop thinking about you the entire day 🥺🌷

my sister and her man dragged me out to ikea and i couldn't stop thinking about heading out to italy or our -so far imaginary- bus drive and the casual touches, and, like, just picturing the whole slipping hands in pockets and resting heads on shoulders while looking at the exhibitions and just being relaxed and comfortable with each other, and i'm just maybe a very tiny bit sappy about it okay, and, well, you brought up being a period-husband, so, it's on you, really, but, catch this-

i'll come down to italy first thing, snatch you out of town, quick wedding - as number one stan we might have to work out the logistics of how @gallawitchxx's going to be able to attend - and then, then the life starts, we'll buy ourselves some nice old farm, with acres of fields and/or pastures and a barn, and we'll have our own herd of sheep flocked in with some cows, and we can't forget about our dear cats, and if you want to maybe we could have our own little garden, too? and a bee hive (maybe i'll even admit this is me trying to be punny)? and when i come home from working the fields and tending to the herd we kiss hello on the porch or you come and pick me up because i've forgotten the time once again and the sun's already setting, but instead of rushing home we'll take a little walk through our pastures, just holding hands and talking about our days or just silently enjoying the scenery and each other's company, or i'll proudly show you our crops 🌾 or, or we'll just have dinner out on the pasture between the sheep, and some of them will join us and try to nibble on the edges of our blankets and we'll tell their silly assess off, but we'll also grin and laugh through it - and on occasion we just drive out to the beach (or maybe it's even in walking distance, who knows, let's amp up the sappiness even more), just watching the waves roll by, or maybe we get silly ourselves, leaving our shoes in the sand and playing catch in the shallow water until we're more or less soaking wet but laughing like little kids, and when we're finally home we enjoy dinner together, whatever it might be any given day, i'm flexible, until we snuggle up on the couch or, if it's a particularly draining day, in bed, just exchanging silent whispers of what makes the other loveable and it's just ... a home full of warmth and love, okay 🥺🌷🌼

to be fair, i gotta warn you, you'll probably have to console me every time we'll have to sell some of the calves or the lambs because the herd's getting too big or when we'll have to put them down due to age or being sick 🥺😭

(absolutely not written to make you all warm and fuzzy and maybe blush or to indulge any shipping anons, obviously- *cough* hope you sleep tight and cozy and have the best of dreams tonight 😌💙🌼)

my dear nosho, i’m sorry it took so long for me to answer but to be completely honest with you i think this ask deserves to be framed and admired and treasured rather than answered to because any addition to it would be absolutely superfluous and redundant. i think you said everything already and perfectly so 😌

i’ll say this: how does it feel to be the sweetest person on the planet? giving me something so warm and endearing to think about all day and all night? i bet even that shipping anon would thank you for having that big, beautiful, gentle brain of yours because this isn’t just indulgent to them, it’s adding fuel to the fire (and i bet they love it eheh) (and by them i also mean me. i love it. so much)

i’m usually a talkative little lad but you left me speechless and that’s saying something. i don’t have much to add except know i’ve been rereading this nonstop and it never fails to bring me so much happiness and that if we don’t start on our bus drive and its derivatives asap i will pout forever

just….ugh!! i love you so much. the world (including me!!) doesn’t deserve you 💙🌷🌾

#you guys aren’t ready for my hubby’s sweetness on this fine tuesday #🥺💙🌷#daily hubby my beloved 💙#daily serotonin my beloved more like #creepervellous 🌷🌼#💙💙💙💙#ask

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Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (2019)

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark is an odd adaptation. Technically, it’s based on several of the short stories written by Alvin Schwartz. Ask anyone who's read the book, however, and they'll tell you what makes it worth your time are the illustrations by Stephen Gammell. Without them, these stories are perfectly fine around the campfire but worth turning into a full-length picture? probably not. As such, the 2019 adaptation integrates the tales in a larger narrative that connects the stories while capturing the FEEL of the book. At this, it succeeds. I foresee this one becoming a Halloween staple for older children who like to be scared.

On Halloween night, 1968, best friends Stella (Zoe Colletti), Auggie (Gabriel Rush) and Chuck (Austin Zajur) prank school bully Tommy Milner (Austin Abrams) and barely evade his retribution thanks to Ramón (Michael Garza). They continue the night’s festivities by exploring the home of the long-deceased Sarah Bellows. Urban legends say she told scary stories to children before poisoning them. When Stella discovers Bellows’ book, she's horrified when she reads their names within her stories.

Directed by André Øvredal, the movie adapts or takes cues from The Big Toe, Me Tie Dough-ty Walker!, “Harold, The Dream, The Haunted House and the illustrations that accompany them (or in some cases, memorable drawings from other stories in the book). The nightmarish charcoal and ink illustrations by Stephen Gammell have been successfully adapted to the screen, which makes the film reasonably frightening. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark is aimed at a specific audience. Young children, even those who might be brave enough to watch Goosebumps will be terrified. Instead, it’s more for the 12+ crowd and their parents. That’s terrific. There is no shortage of spooky-themed movies for the little ones. Adults have a plethora of titles to choose from. What about the teens and pre-teens who aren’t quite ready to watch something PG-13 on their own? They haven’t had a lot to choose from, which I think destines this film to be a recurring watch around the end of October.

Also helping this movie are three things: the suspense, likable characters and real scares. These three are all tied together. You sweat and want to hide under the covers because you care about the group of friends. Not about the despicable Tommy Milner but his fate is so strange and unsettling it’s hard to shake so it works anyway. So many horror movies pretend to be for adults but treat the audience like little kids. They make the characters unlikeable or have them do something “wrong” so the audience doesn’t have to feel bad when something horrible happens to them. When Stella, Ramón, Auggie, Chuck or his sister, Ruth (Natalie Ganzhorn) see their names appear in Sarah Bellows’ book, you’re worried. You hope they can find a way to avoid the fate that awaits them, which makes the mystery of the book’s owner that much more interesting.

Like its source material, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark isn’t breaking any new ground, which is why I’m firmly advertising it to the older kids and their parents. If you’ve seen your fair share of horror, you’ll recognize these tales for what they are: well-directed, well-made campfire stories. They effortlessly move from the realm of silly to scary. The cool monsters that populate them add a little something special to the mix but ultimately, it’s a lot of tried-and-true elements we’ve seen before. That's not a flaw, not for the audience this film is aimed towards. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark is a gateway to true horror that touches on a couple of young adult themes and has one foot planted in juvenile fiction. It’s a transitionary film but I suspect that those who grow up with it will find that it ages surprisingly well, particularly if we get the sequel it promises right before the credits. (January 7, 2022)

#Scary Stories to tell in the dark #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #André Øvredal #dan hageman #kevin hageman #zoe colletti #michael garza #gabriel rush #natalie ganzhorn #austin abams #dean norris #gil bellows #lorraine toussaint #2019 movies #2019 films

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libidomechanica · 4 months

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“Have forfeited”

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reigns, or infection remove warning pure and we’ll night of Albany. As beams of light. Wilt, swift thro’ the nearest—now addressed, even after me? No lessons can be miss’d. In Tempe or sweet, without pity, by various room in which loose than forest like him with a famine which pye being discourse, which to the hot desire increase, his arms;

she took exactly. The service disconsolate, tell me from sullen thunder in terror and maybe neither die. The world in mock you wouldn’t be your loves; but he is driving at you woe. The fierce tiger’s jaws, and a hey nonino, how many? And those tree. And tumble valleys. That hast notes, peel your wrist is no easy task; for thee. In a common

grave, about us, bats wheels. Till he becomes to be made the great black was never feel a handkerchief so weaken’d minds quick apprehending soundly slept the night can evening; shamed, and in his rank before the castle gate, and learn, and fair as any challenged echo ring; ah! Except its pipe an’ drum we’ll measure shee speak, ev’n from the garden rails, and

fair as any more. As it would explained there it was whole with my pen—where I may never speak, ev’n with music, whose iridescend, from slope throne that was true speech, the even after though a thousand knocking heart, then soft Catullus, sharp-fang’d the high Hall-gardens green. Why thought, add one meet? Have forfeited. Try having now, they have mown. Saucy pedantic

boring creatures could’st thou the quietly, disrobed the yellow braille touches rhetoric can lend, the Tory member: falling to me the breathe? Take this world may sit, and all that strain your pupil, that fell down, thy contracted thus express as it rose: the seas; a red sails is gone? For much morning sky of Maud were none scapes free from you ignored

for I knew myself, the rose a shipwreck, like to think till the Mower Damon, known, and fill the sad height years now that sin by his own assertion, glowing in front of ashes. Droop, droop no more the stroke between the earth cannot fades, it fa’s, and fashions, most no grave, about me now coupled be: vnited pow’rs make her darling dwell, will turn. But let thee the

light of Vertues throng to come to the margents, which are the quietly, disrobed the love. We wants himself laid under in thy love; what my affections turn all heart the snow, who, sleep, thinking on deck, perhaps some fair ladies unseen of Heavens. This said my colds a forward soul in songs with sun and sorry seasons as fair Albany. But being

opened the Long Island wickedness; my lord of fear, unpleasing that was once and quailed as if God’s sake hold itself. Oh what perfect all this garden if her sweep or suck it up poetically around. And the brave Caledonian views wi’ disdain; he wandering wide; the garden we’ll measure is as good, a dainty dish to touched her; and

now I my meaning, ding; sweet wild rose, that’s half-science, fy! Barn nor hours, days, months, while great Sirs give up their wine of her roving eye, the pathless as wiser too than a screech owl to myself a crime. Its summer drizzling rain; and bonfires made, some forth sweet side by side. Like Nero, thought my still to the the happy spirit descence keeps her dainty dish

to touch hold, nor Dog Star rages, and by the tree although the basest brought as they accompts did I frame the broom for Death to a vice.—A merry larks are his delight be foul affliction’s kingdom topples fall, in the nettle, so typical, showers ally’d in heaven? For thee. Thy outward the ears, will take this woman in contracted to do like

two being delicious to end. Ever look upon myself and bright-beaming head such a sadistic display? And where blue, and what perfect all that skirt, just en years and bow and allow for beauty’s effect. Love and vows. The lords and very side. After long as I always am a grace She’s already The branches play, do not go away.

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jediken0bi · 3 years

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At The End Of The Day

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary:

Reid is scared his Job is eventually going to take away the thing he loves the most. You.

word count: 2023

Spencer sat on the counter in the kitchen, sipping on his sugary coffee and watching you move around the room. You decided you wanted homemade Waffles this morning and Spencer made the quick decision to not even attempt to lend a helping hand. He usually ends up burning half of the food anyway so you're not complaining.

And if you're being honest you liked being able to do something nice for him while he relaxes. It's not like that's something you get to see all that often.

You really only get to have Spencer to yourself on the Weekends and even then your time together isn't always guaranteed.

That's something you guys struggled with a lot. He even more so than you now that you think about it. He is so quick to beat himself up over not being able to spend more time with you and it breaks your heart.

Of course you would like to see your boyfriend more often but you know how much he loves his Job and you would never ask him to quit or hold his crazy schedule against him.

After all, it's not Spencers fault serial killers don't take the weekends off.

You throw little glances at Spencer every time you add a little bit of batter into the Waffle Maker and each time you find him already looking at you with loving eyes and a silly smile plastered on his face.

You can't help but giggle a bit before shaking your head lightly.

There are certainly days where you can't wrap your head around the fact that the genius with the pretty face feels the same affection towards you as you do.

Another minute goes by before he puts his coffee down, pushes himself off the counter and walks over to you to carefully wrap his arms around your waist.

"Someone is awfully cuddly this morning", you say with a huge smile on your face. You lean into his touch so he knows you don't actually mind the closeness.

He still has days where he can't tell whether or not you're making a lighthearted joke or are trying to reject his advances. It took him a long time to be able to initiate physical contact without you having to make the first move or ask for it.

That's not because he didn't love you though. He simply didn't know what to do in a relationship.

He was trying to figure out the do's and don't's and you were more than happy to help him learn and understand what it means to be truly loved by someone.

Nowadays he doesn't hesitate to seek comfort in your arms and there's nothing you can think of that makes you happier than that.

All you ever wanted was for Spencer to feel at home with you.

He put his head on your shoulder and smiled into the crease of your neck

"I can't help it. I haven't seen you in 8 days, 5 hours and 24 minutes and now that i'm here i don't wanna waste a single second of it"

You silently put the last Waffle on the plate you set out and turned your head so you could face him.

You try to catch his eyes and as soon as you do, you press a light peck onto his pink lips.

"I missed you so much", you say while he softly grabs your waist to turn you around positioning you so that you're facing him.

He presses gentle kisses to your forehead, your nose, your cheek and suddenly stops right before your lips.

"I missed you too, my love"

Before you can form an answer he plants a firm and loving kiss on your lips making you forget about breakfast for a second.

But only for a second.

You start smiling into the kiss and lightly push him away. The distance between you two only big enough to let you catch your breath before you laugh and say

"Let's go eat. We haven't had breakfast together in a bit and i wanna cuddle on the couch and watch some Doctor Who"

He laughs and nods his head so his short curls fall into his face.

You bite your lip to suppress a grin before tucking the lose strand of hair behind his ear.

He reaches behind you to grab the plate and makes his way towards the couch you two picked out just over a month ago.

You follow him immediately, feeling giddy that you get to cuddle your boyfriend for the first time in days.

He puts the plate down, plops down on the couch and immediately opens his arms to invite you to get comfortable in them.

While you snuggle into his chest he grabs the remote and starts queuing Doctor Who Episodes for you guys to watch and analyze together.

You wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head into his neck. You sigh happily and plant tiny kisses on his shoulder and neck.

He tightens one of his arms around you and starts playing with your hair

-time skip-

Almost three hours later, the waffles long gone, you get up to get some drinks for the two of you.

As the credits to the third episode start rolling you can't help but notice that Spencer had gotten unusually quite.

You sit down next to him, put a hand on his arm and ask with a calm voice

"Baby what's wrong? You got so quiet and it looks like something's bothering you. Did something happen at work? Did the case end bad? Whatever it is Spencer i want to be there for you"

He looks at you with wide eyes. Almost like a kid with his hand stuck in the cookie jar. He looks guilty and it's making you nervous. You know you can't push him but you would be lying if you said you weren't worried.

He looks down for a second unsure of his next move. He takes a deep breath and hesitantly turns around to look at you.

Your hand immediately finding its place on your boyfriends jaw. Running your thumb over his stubble in a calming matter.

He leans into your touch and closes his eyes for a second.

You knew that he would eventually start talking so you had no problem patiently waiting for him to summon the courage to say whatever was on his mind.

"I was talking to Morgan the other day and he said something that got me thinking. Actually, i think it's fair to say that thinking turned into overthinking really quick. Although i don't know anymore. At this point, it might be a completely valid fear and i'm just trying to convince myself it's not. Of course you could apply that logic the other way around as well but - I'm rambling, aren't it", he says in pretty much one breath.

You show him a understanding smile and say,

"Yeah but it's okay. I want to hear what's on your mind. No matter how confusing"

He looks up at me and smiles with sad eyes

"I know you do and that's why the thought of ever losing you drives me completely insane"

You stare at him for a moment not understanding why he would be thinking of losing you before taking his hand into yours and asking

"Spence, do you want to tell me what you and Morgan talked about?"

He sighs loudly and runs his thumb over the back of your hand.

Looking straight at you he decides 'Now or Never'.

"He just broke up with his girlfriend and we were all trying to be there for him. He seemed completely fine but you never know with Morgan so i went to talk to him about the break up and he just smiled at me and said 'It is what it is, Pretty Boy. Relationships are doomed to break in our line of profession. Enjoy it while it lasts' "

he tells you doing a weird impression of Derek.

Under different circumstances you would've laughed.

You look at Spencer with a small smile on your face. He looks so distressed, you can't help but run your hand through his curls and climb into his lap.

He doesn't waste a second wrapping his arms around you to secure your position and before he can question you, you say

"So that's what this is about? You thinking i might leave you because of your Job?"

He shakes his head slightly and looks up to meet your eyes

"No this is about you deserving a boyfriend who doesn't spend 90% of his time a couple of states away from you every week. It's about me not wanting to make you feel like you come second when there's nothing that's more important to me than you. I would quit my Job if you asked me to. There's plenty of Jobs out there but no one quite like you. I hate to think that you might come to resent me for being away so much"

You run your hand through his curls again and smile softly. It's your turn to shake your head.

"What i deserve is a boyfriend who loves me for who i am. Someone who cares about my feelings and thoughts. Someone who doesn't mind binge watching Doctor Who with me on the weekends because i like that way better than going out. Someone who reads my favorite book so we can have a conversation about it. Someone who shows me how much he cares every single day. And i already have all that. I don't need anything or anyone else. I promise."

Spencers eyes are shut tightly and he leans his forehead on yours. He presses a light kiss to your nose and wistfully admits

"I'm just so scared my Job is going to take you away one day"

You wrap your arms around his neck and whisper

"I know a thing or two about that. Baby, you do so much good in the World. I couldn't be more proud if i tried. Let me ask you something. You like your Job, right? Despite everything it asks of you?"

He nods softly and opens his eyes

"I love my Job. Helping people gives me a chance to make a real change. It's what i've always wanted to do."

You smile at him and hum in agreement

"That's right. And you love me too, right?", you ask cheekily

He looks at you like you hung the moon, grabs your hand to press a soft kiss against it and says

"Of course i do. More than anything"

You once again nod in agreement.

"Then you have to understand that the World isn't always 'This or That'. I would never ask you to quit your job for me. I wouldn't want that. I love you too much to take away the thing that fulfills you and makes you happy. Relationships take work, Spencer. I'm not saying it won't be rough sometimes but at the end of the day you're my Clark Kent to the BAU's Superman and i wouldn't change a thing"

He looks at you with loving eyes that are glazed over with unshed tears and whispers

"I'm going to marry you one day, i promise. I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you that you're loved beyond compare"

He starts covering your face in kisses resulting in you laughing at his antics.

This wasn't the first time you two talked about marriage. You knew that he was the man you were going to walk down the aisle to. There wasn't a doubt in your mind.

You push him back down on the couch so you can lay down on his chest and say

"Now that we've established that you looove me, i think it's time for you to start the next episode. It's my favorite!"

You said it in a mocking voice but it genuinely did make your heart beat faster and he knew that.

"Damn straight i do", he says as he reaches for the remote.

Weekends with Spencer are simply the best.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds imagines #reader insert

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pookalukaa · 3 years

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Paint Me

A Spencer Reid Fanfic

your friendly AroAce brings you a fanfic that is so self indulgent

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GenderNeutral Artist!Reader

Warnings: sexual innuendos but no actions further than kissing, and Spence is shirtless

Word Count: 1.9k

Your short nails grazed his goose-bumped covered back.

You envisioned what you would do to it as if it were the canvas that you usually painted, which were now forgotten, leaned against the wall of your living room.

You now sat on the floor with your boyfriend between your legs, with his back facing you.

You can feel his muscles tensing as you drag your hand along his back, no doubt was he thinking about something inappropriate.

But you were simply there to paint.

And Spencer had offered to be the canvas.

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“paint on me?” he asked with puppy-like eyes

You were startled by his question. Did I mishear him?

You looked up from your sketchbook, coming up with ideas and thumbnails for your next exhibition, your large canvases were prepped and ready for paint

“you mean paint you?” you asked with a tilt of your head

You knew he probably said what he meant; the genius would not mess up his grammar that bad; but you needed to be sure.

In reality, you have always been interested in body painting, watching Skin Wars for hours, but never had a partner who brought it up; and you would never mention the interest

“I’ve painted you plenty, you’re my favorite model” you add with a wink

“If my favorite handsome model wants to pose like a French girl again, I have no problems with tha-” you continue, flirting before your rambling is cut off by your boyfriend cupping your face in his large, veiny hands, bringing his bottom lip to a pout

“you know that’s not what I meant silly” he answered with his pout becoming a playful smile, unconsciously licking his lips

You know he always did it without thinking but god, his habit of licking his lips when you got close was hot and you hated getting distracted by it

You tore your eyes away from his lips, wanting to tease him more

“Do I?” you ask with a faux confused face, tilting your head once more

“Maybe the doctor has to explain it and-” you stop, as Spencer licks his lips again, at the mention of you playfully calling him doctor

“-and the doctor should quit licking his lips before I act up” you say in a voice just above a whisper while looking at his lips

You look up immediately, regretting the words that you just said, cheeks no doubt turning to a deep red

Spencer looked surprised at first but quickly regained composure enough to lean closer to you, slowly licking his lips, when he knew you were looking at him

“what should I stop doing sweetheart?” he asked, narrowing his bright hazel eyes, never breaking eye contact

“sorry I did not mean to say that. I really don’t mind it at all. I know you do it unconsciously. It can just be really distracting at times. And its really hot sometimes so I just- I mean- it’s just-” you pause, stumbling on yours words, speaking too fast for your brain to even catch up on, similar to how the man in front of you rambles

Spencer just continues to look at you with all the adoration of the world, tilts his head, as you did before

“Do I?” he teases, echoing what you said before

Obviously teasing was only for one partner in this relationship you thought giggling

Spencer’s eyes softened at the sound of your giggle, it’s one of his favorite sounds, right after the way you moan his name

Now he craves his favorite sound, so he leans into you just a little more and plants a soft kiss on your lips

You smile into the kiss and can feel him doing the same when your eyes pop open and pulling back suddenly, placing your hands flat on his chest

Now he was really surprised, wondering if he did something wrong, he brought his hand to your upper arm, looking at you with worried eyes

“I want to paint on you” you quickly blurted

Just as he relaxed, realizing you had remembered the beginning of this conversation, and started to open his mouth to say something when you cut him off suddenly

“This has been something I have wanted to do forever! I’ve never had the guts to ask someone to be a model for me, but I’d love if I could paint you! It’d be so much fun, I even have paint for skin, so it won’t cause any rashes or anything!” you quickly ramble, so excited your practically vibrating, moving to stand up to gather the paints, but you stop in your tracks right when you were about to leave the living room of your apartment.

“At least…if you’re sure you wanna?” You ask with a shy glance

“It might take a while; I don’t want you to be uncomfy” you add

Spencer looks up at you with an excited smile (licking his lips again) reaching for your hand as he remained seated

“I would love nothing more sweetheart” he answered

With a hop in your step, your smile widens as you gather the paint from the other room

You rush back into the living room as you see Spencer unbuttoning his shirt, with his sweater vest discarded on the couch, neatly folded

You immediately blush a little at the sight but quickly regain composure; he’s your canvas for the day, he has to be blank

You think this as you leave your paints on the ground and walk up to him, placing your hands on his and undoing the rest of the buttons

Your hands fall on his chest as you motion the shirt off of him

You plant a quick but warm kiss on his soft lips as a thank you, and he received the message perfectly

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That is how you ended up in this odd position with no sexual intent, even though your very good-looking boyfriend of a few years was sitting in front of you shirtless

You smacked your cheeks in frustration telling yourself to get into the zone

You look at naked models on the daily.

To be fair, none of them were your handsome genius boyfriend, but there is a certain headspace you get in when you’re doing your art, where nothing else is important than getting the sketch or painting done

Finally getting into the headspace that you needed, you placed your hand flat on Spencer’s back, feeling him quickly tense and relax under your touch

“Can I tie up your hair a bit?” you ask softly

“of course, love” he quickly replies

So, you get one of your clips that was on the table in the living room and loosely put up some of the longer strands, so it did not get messy with paint

“I’m going to start laying some paint down” you say softly, warning him

“It’s probably going to be a little cold, sorry” you add with a soft laugh

You know he’s smiling without having to see his face, “Go for it love”

You nod and lay down a light lilac color. It was one of your favorites on him, and though he would not admit it was his favorite color, you could see the smile that came to his lips every time you wore it or had a painting with it being the primary color

You did not know where you were going with this painting, but like your other ones, you never really did

You would always try to plan them out, but they always turned out a different way than you imagined

Instead of being discouraged, you loved the change, saying that if it happened that way, it was meant to be

You laid down a sunflower yellow along with the lilac, and an idea struck you

You had always been obsessed with flower language, with purple lilacs representing the pure first emotions of love and yellow sunflowers representing pure happiness, you knew exactly where you were taking this masterpiece on your masterpiece of a boyfriend

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There were few words exchanged in the hours as you enjoyed each other’s warmth and the comfortable silence between you. Occasionally there would be a giggle from Spencer as your brush or hand grazed a ticklish spot, or you absentmindedly talking about how sexy his back was or how you loved certain colors on him.

You would then see his neck and ears turn a light pink, another color that looked absolutely stunning on his skin

Almost 2 hours pass by Spencer remaining still other than to get up and stretch his legs a bit carefully and to get some water

“Alright I’m almost done Spence” you sigh happily

He breathes in quickly, excited to see what you painted on him

He loved the close proximity you have been to him these past few hours; he had placed a hand on your left leg that was on one side of him and softly rubbed it, your thighs were one of his favorite spots of your body; he was always leaving kisses and the occasional bruise there.

You take a deep breath, looking over your work one more time

“I’m done!” you say almost a bit too loud for it being nearly midnight in your apartment with thin walls

Spencer turns around, excited and before he can say anything you cup his face in your hands and place an excited kiss on his lips, once again relaying your thanks

Spencer smiles into the kiss and once you break the kiss he smiles gently, “take a picture so I can see your masterpiece”

You immediately pull out your phone and take a picture of his face, now with a few smudges of paint from your hands and his brown curls messily around his face, with some part still in the hair clip and giggle at the sight of a messy Spencer

He looked at you with confusion, his smile still planted on his face

“You’re my masterpiece” you would normally cringe at that cheesy statement, but it fit so well, and you knew that picture would end up as your wallpaper soon after this anyway

He laughed, which was one of your favorite sounds, right after how he moaned your name

You put your hands on his shoulders and turned him around so you could take a proper picture of his back and instead of him turning around again to look at you, you stood up and sat down on his lap, his body conforming to cradle you and fit yours perfectly

“Look at it!” you motioned

It was a beautiful bouquet of flowers all over his back all pointing back to the pure feeling of love, adoration, passion and above all: happiness.

You knew Spencer had extensive knowledge of flowers with his eidetic memory and just by being around you and hearing your rambles about your new research

His grin deepens and you can see his eyes moving all over the picture, taking in every detail so he would remember it forever, even if he did not have his unbreakable memory

“It looks amazing love” he softly says, eyes not leaving the phone. He is now looking at the individual flowers, seeing all the different meanings and how you wanted to show your love and adoration

You swear you see him trying to hold back a tear, “I love you so much, I cannot believe I am dating someone as talented as you love” finally looking at you, cupping your face in his hands and giving you the passion that was in the flowers in a kiss

After staying in that comfortable position for a minute longer, you stand up, offering him a hand, “Alright it’s time for a shower babe, the paint is made for skin, but shouldn’t stay on too long; besides, I wanna go to bed”

“I’ll go to the shower as long as you’re with me” he instantly replies with a smirk

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, I gotta wash your back anyway” you reply

You both walk hand in hand to the shower, and you can look forward to the long shower and night after that.

Spencer Reid may be your masterpiece, but tonight he wanted to show you that you were his.

please let me know if you liked my first fic and if you would like a second (smut 👀) part or just more in general (i do love me some Hotch👀👀)

💕💕💕💕💕

also huge props to @spenciebabie for being a huge inspiration when it comes to this. take a look at their page (only 18+ please~) and their amazing writing, the community they've built on their page is adorable!!

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blueluneacy · 3 years

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Soaps and Special Drinks

I wrote a giant melone x reader off a fantasy i had at work. enjoy

word count: 4k

warnings: delusional yandere, not sfw, breeding kink, stalking, public sex, aphrodisiacs, forced drugging, major dub con, does making someone uncomfy at work count? idk but its there

You didn’t hear her until she called your name for the third time, and when you did, you nearly fell over.

“Oh god, what happened, what did I miss, I wasn’t asleep, my eyes were open!” You yelled, leaving your manager to jump.

“(Y/n), it’s okay, don’t worry!’ She said, laughing a bit to herself. “Don’t worry, I was just going to ask about what was happening and if you needed anything. But it looks like nothing is happening.” She sighed. You nodded, looking around the shop. You worked at a small, handmade soap. The soaps in here were beautiful, but the shop itself was quiet, only getting a few customers. The bulk of sales ended up being online at the owner’s etsy shop, with the actual building simply being in their family for the last 300 years, making it hard to part with. You didn’t mind, the soap was nice, you often got to take some of it home, and the work was easy. But you couldn’t deny that god, it was really god damn boring.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Sorry, I’m just… Really bored.” You laughed, your manager just sighing.

“I can take the front of shop for a bit and you can play on your phone or something. You don’t have to just stand there all day.”

“I don’t mind it. Gives me time to think. Besides, I see you playing on your phone in front of shop all the time, I know that I can do it right here if I wanted to.” You hummed, your manager just rolling her eyes.

“I put it away when a customer shows up, don’t you worry. And what is it that you’re always thinking about, huh? A boyfriend?” She teased. You rolled your eyes.

“You know that I don’t have anyone like that in my life. I end up thinking about stupid stuff. Like what would happen if cows became four feet taller, or something.” You told her. It was a lie, of course, but you could never admit what actually went through your mind.

After all, how could you admit that you were just sitting there thinking about otome games and anime characters? It was nice to sit and think about lots of handsome men loving you. Maybe you played too many video games or watched too much anime.

“Alright, alright. Keep sitting with your weird thoughts.” She teased, the two of you laughing before the bell at the door rang as it swung open.

The two of you stared as you saw the man walk in. He was so strangely dressed, and he was wearing a mask. Is this some sort of bad Dread Pirate Roberts cosplay? Half of his shirt was missing, which you sort of wanted to chalk up to bad sewing, but you also knew that it merely could be bad fashion. People around here are weird looking. He had choppy purple hair that covered one of his eyes, making you think that maybe the whole mask thing was meant to be an eye patch more than anything. You weren’t an expert in eyeball health. Still, you smiled brightly at the customer, not wanting to offend as you walked over to him, ready to assist in any way possible.

“Hello, Welcome! Is there anything in particular that you were looking for today?” You asked, Melone looking over at you before his eyes widened. God, you were just so… So god damn cute! The apron you were wearing hugged your curves so well, your body was so cute in the way you held yourself, smiling as you looked up at the man. He could just notice your tummy under the apron, a shudder going through his body as he saw your bright, smiling demeanor looking up at him.

“Oh, I heard that there were handmade facial products here? I’m looking for something a little more natural in my skin care routine.” He replied, looking down to see your little name tag, smiling as he got the information. “Ah, I suppose then you could help me, (Y/n)?”

You forced your grin a little wider when he said your name, before nodding, waving him over and you brought him over to a little corner of the store. You don’t know why, but it seemed to only make you uncomfortable when people did things like read off your name tag. Which seems silly, after all, it was there for a reason, but still.

“Of course, sir, let me show you. Are you looking for something like a cleanser? We also have exfoliate scrubs, made all in house.” You told him. Melone just hummed, leaning over the products and moving a bit too much into your personal space as he pulled off his gloves.

“You can call me Melone, sweetheart, no need for the formalities. And do any of these have scents in their formulas? I would hate to break out from oils…” He asked, touching his face lightly. You just smiled, shaking your head. You took note of his name, trying to keep yourself smiling

“Any scents that the product has is from the actual parts, not from anything we add. Like, our coffee ground scrub smells like coffee, because you know. We also have some regular facial soap, all in bar form, that we have, if you’d like to see. I can also make some samples for you, and we have a sink where you can try out some of the testers we have out.” You told him. He just smiled, nodding as he looked around a bit.

“That’s all well and good, but what would you recommend before bed? I need to remove my makeup, and so many cleansers are for the morning.” He complained. You just smiled, looking around and grabbing the giant pot of what you were looking for.

“Here we go! This stuff kills at removing any makeup. It’s made with shea butter, honey and rose water, with a little bit of tea tree oil in there for that calming feeling.” You said, reaching in and using a little spoon to put some on one of the little dishes your store carried, and then handed it to him. “Go on, go to the sink and check it out! You should also really check out our poppy soap too, it has poppy seeds in it which honestly? My skin has never been better.” You chuckled. Melone looked at you, before smiling and nodding. If that soap was what gave you such a glow, then he would definitely have to try it. You sighed as you went back to the counter next to your manager, watching the man as he washed his hands, his eyes widening before he grabbed one of the little papers you had next to the table, and a pen. Since everything here was served in whatever amount the customer wanted, the shop kept papers for customers to make a list of what they wanted.

“What is it now, daydreaming about a customer?” Your manager teased, leaving you to roll your eyes.

“Do you want him instead? He was all in my personal space.” You replied.

“Oh, cheer up, he wasn’t that bad. A little weird, but harmless. And you really need to get used to the idea that Italians don’t have a notion of personal space. You practically lost it when that old lady grabbed your hand.”

“Hey, that was a while ago, that’s not fair! I think I’m used to it now, he’s just sort of creepy. Melone…” You mumbled his name to yourself, Melone’s ears perking up as heard you speak about him. Oh, your name sounded so good rolling off your tongue. He wanted to hear it over and over again, make you make the sound, scream it, moan it-

“I think I have my list ready, cara. Care to help me out?” Melone asked, coming over to the counter and leaning over it, handing the list over to you. You just took it from his hands, looking over the list before sighing.

“Can you get the bar soap while I get the cleanser?” You asked, writing down what you needed in the liquid before handing out the rest of the list to her. She nodded, walking off with a small smile on her face before you just sighed, going to get the cleanser. You grabbed one of the small glass jars you had, before putting it on the scale, taring it out after placing down the glass.

“Five hundred grams, right?” You asked, only for Melone to nod.

“Yes. It’s heavier, so it’ll be less than what I assume it’s going to be, so I might as well just go for it. I’ll use it anyway.” He replied, watching the way you reached into the pot and carefully scooped out the cleanser. You were so focused, he couldn’t help but imagine what you would look like in a domestic situation, maybe using a serving spoon to scoop out sauce for dinner, maybe just for the two of them. Maybe you would be in a cute little apron like the one you were in now, your feet bare and your hair loose as you grew heavy with his child-

In that moment, Melone felt a plan start to form in his mind.

The rest of the transaction went fine, in all honesty. Melone seemed as though he was suddenly in a hurry, that he forgot that he had something to do, purchasing his items and leaving with a quick “Ciao!”. You could tell that he was speed walking down the street, but you didn’t really care. Maybe you were over exaggerating, and he was just some normal gy, albeit oddly dressed. Still, it didn’t really matter to you. The fact that the store was empty meant that you could go back to your daydreams.

You were so grateful when the store finally closed. As the two of you locked up, you pulled your coat closer to your body, looking around.

“You should be careful now going home. It’s dark a lot earlier now, I’m afraid that maybe there might be some bad actors in the alleyways…” Your manager sighed. You nodded in agreement, the thoughts of how dangerous this city was becoming as Passione moved themselves in running through the both of your minds. Your manager had talked about moving, not wanting her kids to grow up here, and you couldn’t blame her. But both of you knew deep down that no matter where you went, the mafia probably lurked there somewhere.

“I will, don’t fret. Text you when I get home?” You asked, giving her a smile. She just smiled back and nodded.

“Don’t zone out and forget, alright? I’ll text you when I’m home as well!” She said, before waving, the two of you walking off in separate directions.

You hummed slightly to yourself as you walked down the street. You made sure to stay close to the streetlight, but you could swear that you could see something out of the corner of your eye, the feeling of being watched harsh in your stomach. You turned around often just to check, but no one was there. You must really be losing it today.

Still, it was like you were attracted to what was unknown. You instinctively started to move farther away from the streetlight, to try and see what exactly was going on in the shadows, but nothing was there. You barely even noticed how far you were in the dark until you passed by an alleyway. You didn’t even see the hand that shot out and grabbed onto your collar.

You immediately tried to scream, but you could barely make a sound as lips crashed into yours, your body pressed up against the wall as you squirmed. You winced as your head slammed against the wall, your vision tripling and a groan leaving your mouth and easily swallowed up by Melone. He pulled away, taking deep, harsh breaths, watching as you tried to focus on him.

“Don’t worry cara, it’s only me, didn’t mean to scare you, wanted to surprise you on your way home…” He cooed, pinning your hands above your head and moving to let his lips press against your neck, leaving light kisses and he hummed.

“Wha… Y.. You’re that guy from the soap shop! What are you doing, let me go!” You yelled, starting to squirm. Melone just pouted, as if you had told him a bad insult or you had genuinely hurt his feelings.

“Ah, don’t be like that, bambina. Are you mad because I embarrassed you at work? It’s alright, I’ll make it all better.” He hummed, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small vile. He used his teeth to pull out the cork, before letting a drop hit his tongue.

“Yep, it’s still good. Go on, drink this all down, and you’ll feel much better, carina.” He told you.

“Like hell I’m going to drink anything you give me-” Perhaps you shouldn’t have spoken. When you opened your mouth and started to yell at him again, he just shoved the vial into your mouth, pouring the liquid in before covering your mouth with his hand.

“It’s alright, I know it tastes awful, but you have to drink it all, amore, otherwise it won’t work.” Melone hummed. You just sat there, holding the foul tasting liquid in your mouth before finally caving and swallowing. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice. When Melone felt that you had swallowed, he pulled his hand away, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Di molto… Good, thank you. It means a lot to me that would trust me like that.” Like you had any other fucking choice. You just let your eyes narrow as you continued to let them dart around for some sort of escape.

“What exactly did you fucking give me?” You hissed, Melone laughing a bit.

“Well, I suppose you’ll feel it momentarily, won’t you? Liquid medication only takes one to four minutes to assimilate…” He hummed. You swallowed, feeling that your mouth was starting to feel really dry. It felt like everything was getting hotter, until your whole body was on fire. You let out a soft whine when you finally opened your mouth to let out a few pants, suddenly out of breath, before squirming again. This time, to try and get rid of the heat that was engulfing you.

“W-What is this?! Please, it’s so hot, what did you do?!” You cried out, internally cringing at how desperate your voice sounded. But Melone just ate it all up, leaning in to press his body against yours, the outline of his cock making you shudder. God, think, what was happening to you?!

“It’s one of the best aphrodisiacs out there. Only the best for you, bella, I want to make sure that you feel amazing throughout all of this…” He told you, before pressing his lips against yours. You tried to struggle, but god, you were feeling so weak as the drug coursed through your veins, and Melone’s lips felt so good against yours. You felt your knees get weak, your body slipping down the wall that you were leaning against as it became harder and harder for you to support your own weight. Melone just pulled away, watching you sink to the ground as if weighed down by your own lust, smirking to himself. You were so beautiful like that. Melone could see the way you were tugging at your clothing, trying to get them off in some relief from the hell that consumed you. He just chuckled, pulling you up and making you lean on him. You just ended up grabbing onto Melone tightly, trying to take deep breaths.

“Don’t worry bambina. I bet it hurts bad right now, doesn’t it? Maybe I should’ve opened you up first…” Melone thought aloud, before shrugging. Too late now. He reached down to start to pull your panties off, the other arm wrapped around you and firmly holding you against him. He shuddered at the way your soft body pressed up against him, holding onto him like it was the end of the world.

“Don’t worry, (Y/n). I’ll make this heat go away, make you feel all better. You’ll feel perfect and well once you’re fucked full of my children.” He hummed. Despite yourself, you just nodded, desperate for a suggestion that would mean that you would feel better.

Melone practically jumped in delight, easily pushing two fingers inside of you, relishing in how wet you had become, to the point where you were starting to slick your legs. You moaned, gripping onto Melone tightly and starting to whine shrilling, babbling back at him.

“O-Oh fuck, that feels so good, fuck, please, Melone, pleeeeease…” You whined, already trying to buck against his fingers. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough, it just wasn’t enough to satisfy you, to make you feel whole again.

“You’re tempting me so much, bambina. You make me want to fuck you right now, god, you’re going to be so full when I’m done with you, my cute little wife.” He told you as he added another finger, scissoring you open. God, if you could hold yourself up, Melone would have no problem getting on his knees and eating you out until you came all over his face. He wondered what cute, fucked out faces you would make after cumming five, ten, a hundred times for him. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers and did his best not to get ahead of himself. He wanted to make sure that you felt just as good as he did, but god, you were making it so hard with those cute faces of yours! The way you were clinging to him, gasping and moaning like a bitch in heat, begging him for more, it was all so much.

“P-Please, fuck, more… It’s still so hot, please, need you so bad…” You mumbled, moving to rest your head against his shoulder as he thrust his fingers into you. He let out a low moan at your words, his hips slightly bucking against you for it. He was so pent up, not wanting to waste a single drop until he found the perfect person to fill up with it, and here you were, all perfect and begging him to breed you full of his children.

“Aww, poor thing. Perhaps I gave you a bit too much…” Melone sighed, pulling his fingers out of you and leaving you to whine in frustration. He pushed his fingers into his mouth and just moaned, shuddering as he tasted your juices. You grabbed onto him tighter, begging for some sort of relief from this hell. When Melone finally pulled his fingers from his mouth, he let his own lips crash against yours, pushing your back against the wall and pressing your chest against his to hold you up while his hands moved to rip his cock out from his trousers.

It was nice, bigger than you expected, and you could see that Melone was well groomed about himself as well. In any normal circumstance, you would be continuing to scream, but as Melone started to rub his cock against you, slicking himself up with your juices, you just moaned.

“Yes, fuck yes! Please, more, give me more, god, fuck me already!” You cried out, squirming and trying to make Melone’s cock catch to try on your entrance. Melone just groaned, moving a hand to grab your hip, before pushing into you slowly. He threw his head back as he moaned, his nails digging into you as he started to move, only pulling his cock out half way before slamming back, leaving you to whine in return.

“Oh, cara, you’re so tight, fuuuuck… You’re so perfect, fuck, my pretty little wife, gonna be such a great mother, fill you up and keep you full of my babies-” Melone groaned, leaning forward and leaning on your shoulder, babbling his nonsense into your ear. And you just ate it all up, nodding and wrapping your arms around him and digging into his back, whining.

“Fuck, yes, please… Feels so good, please, Melone, pleeease…” You whined, holding onto him tightly as you tried to grind against him. Your words were enough to really spring Melone into action, starting to pound against you wildly, mouthing as your neck and leaving harsh bruises. You just scratched at him in return, leaving red welts that might even turn into bruises tomorrow. Melone groaned at the idea of you marking him so primally, the feeling of you marking him as yours just as he was marking you as his.

“God, you’re all mine, aren’t you? Love you so much, (Y/n), gonna keep you safe, warm, all mine, I’m yours just as much as you’re mine, fuck-” His teeth dug into his lip as he felt the way you were clenching down on him, the signal that your orgasm was fast approaching. Really, it was a miracle that you haven’t cum once or twice already, but perhaps it was something in the back of your mind that was holding you back, keeping you from finishing.

“Mmm, I can feel you’re close… Di molto, that’s perfect, do you want to cum while I breed you? It’ll be a great way to make sure it goes as far as it can.” Melone groaned into your ear, his voice sultry and husky in a way that filled your foggy head with static, only pulling Melone closer as you tried to chase your own orgasm.

“Yes, yes please, fuck, it’s too much, I’m gonna cum, please let me cum, please-” You mewled, on the verge of tears from how pent up you felt, grabbing onto Melone as if he would disappear if you let go.

“Fuck, good, then cum, cum on my cock, make me breed you, gonna fill you up so much, so perfect and soft and round, do it, cum for me, God-!” His voice was practically as a howl as his movements became jerky, before finally thrusting in and bottoming out inside of you, finally cumming. It was the feeling of him pushing inside of you that one last time that set you over the edge, a loud keen coming from you as you squeezed down on Melone, starting to milk him for all you could.

The two of you rode at your orgasms together, quiet panting and whimpers from the both of you as Melone finally pulled out of you. You practically collapsed as he let you go, free from the burning heat but now exhausted beyond all belief. Melone caught you, holding you up with his arms and chuckling a bit. You shuddered as you felt some of Melone’s seed drip down your leg, leaving Melone just to purse his lips.

“We shouldn’t be wasteful like that. I should’ve brought a plug, poor thing…” He sighed, reaching down to scoop up what fell and push it back inside of you. You moaned at the sensation, giving him a look to let him know that you were much too sensitive right now. He just laughed at your expression, before easily scooping you up in his arms.

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter. We have all the time in the world once we get home.” Melone hummed. You stared at him incredulously, trying to figure out what the fuck he meant. You started to squirm a bit, but you were much too exhausted to really put in an effort to get away from him.

“Hmm? Well, of course I’m going to bring my wife home.” Melone hummed, petting your hair lightly. Your face went pale at the realization, but there was nothing you could do. Even if you could get out of his arms, you were too weak to run away away from him. You were stuck, hopelessly trapped with a madman, forced to listen to his deranged cooing as he made his declaration.

“We have a lot more work to be done if we’re going to make you a mother.”

#jjba imagines #jjba x reader #jjba/reader #yandere/reader #yandere fic #yandere x reader #writing #My writing #mine #NOT SFW #melone/reader #melone x reader #dub con

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ashxketchum · 3 years

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Writer’s Month - 2

Wow, not me writing something for two days in a row? This one is a stand-alone oneshot for now, but I think there is a lot of potential for a sequel, I even have some part of it clearly planned out so if time allows me to sit down with my laptop sooner than later, I’ll work on that!

Fandom/Pairing: Digimon/Mimato (friendship, yes I am capable of writing something other than romance between these two hahahaaa)

Prompt: Coffee shop setting, cold (Yamato is very cold here, it’s actually kinda angsty)

Setting: Post Tri but pre Kizuna. Yamato is in his first year of college and Mimi is in her last year of high school. The basis for this fic is solely the dialogue in To Sora, I wanted to explore the idea of Mimi and Yamato growing closer and having important conversations with each other, but it had to have a rocky start and this is that rocky start!

“I’ll have a venti matcha berry frappe, nonfat, refrigerated chilled milk, absolutely no ice, extra whipped cream, which, make sure, is layered perfectly, with three pumps of caramel syrup and two of vanilla.”

He could feel his manager’s eyes boring into his back, so Yamato did what any other good employee in his place would, he kept a straight face and diligently noted down the customer’s request before moving on to ringing it up without once bothering to look at the girl standing behind the counter or ask for her name. He wondered if his manager would find it strange, that he hadn’t taken the customer’s name, but seeing as Yamato was already putting all his effort into concentrating well on his job and not explode on the brunette who seemed to take some pleasure out of his misery, he decided that he was allowed this one slip and he’d deal with his manager later, since the bigger problem was in front of him, eyeing him with a teasing glint in her caramel eyes as he picked up the paper cup and moved over to the work station to begin working on her order. He did however, kept a track of what his manager was doing from the corner of his eye, and the minute the older man was out of sight, Yamato breathed a sigh of relief and spun on his feet.

“Please Mimi, by all means, go ahead and make my job more difficult.” Yamato seethed, managing to keep his voice low so as to not attract any attention to them.

“Well, if you’re going to ask that nicely.” Mimi smirked, as always she had the upper hand in the conversation due to the safety guaranteed by being a customer at the shop.

“Just take the drink and go, let me work in peace.” Yamato attempted to maintain a superior tone as he begged her to leave, turning again to add the finishing touches to her order as quickly as he could, before his superior caught whiff of his not so welcoming attitude towards their customers.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” Mimi beamed at him, as she accepted the finished product from his hand, her fingers brushed against his for a brief moment, suddenly making Yamato hyper aware of the spot at the back of his hand.

“Don’t you have anything better to do? Entrance exams to worry about?” He asked exasperatedly, she seemed too carefree for someone who was in the last year of their high school, remembering his own experience of it from the previous year.

Mimi scoffed in reply, waving a hand in the air to brush aside his concern for her education, instead of turning to make her way out of the store now that she had received her order, she settled on the empty bar stool on the other side of the pick-up counter, resting one elbow on the counter top as she took careful sips of her drink from the other hand. He watched her like a hawk, Yamato wouldn’t put it past the brunette to make fake claims about the taste of the drink just to get him into trouble.

This had been going on for a few months now, every time he had a shift during her after school hours, Mimi would make it her life’s purpose to show up and annoy him to no extent. He’d attempted to explain to her, that he really needed to keep this job to maintain his life expenses, but apparently the pleasure she took from watching him stumble around while making coffee seemed to take precedent over his livelihood.

Of course, Mimi wasn’t the only one to blame here, if only his roommate at the college dorm wasn’t a bigger pain in the ass, Yamato would never had have to take up this part-time job in the first place. When he had complained to his father about not being able to get along well with his roomie, instead of agreeing to raise his monthly allowance so that Yamato could move out and rent a place of his own, his father had promptly told him that as an adult, he should learn to solve his own problems from now on. Yamato had half a mind to remind his father that him and his friends had not only solved the Digital World’s problems on multiple occasions, but also saved their own world by doing so, but he had stayed quiet and accepted his fate. On Takeru’s recommendation he had taken up a part-time job at this popular coffee joint, the pay was decent and the hours weren’t too bad and well Yamato always had had a knack for being good in the kitchen, so it had been suiting his purposes of saving up to move out of the college dorm as soon as possible just well.

Until Mimi happened to walk in one day and decided to take matters into her own hands.

She had been surprised to see him behind the counter, and at first she had just been curious, about what he was doing here or what he had been up to since the graduation ceremony. Yamato had to admit, that ever since he had graduated high school, he’d finally understood what Jou had been struggling with for the longest time, it wasn’t easy to maintain friendships when one was thrust with the responsibility of taking care of every single aspect of their lives and somehow pursue studies on which one’s future life depended at the same time. He considered himself lucky, if he was able to have a phone conversation with Takeru that lasted more than 5 minutes in a day. So he hadn’t been wary of Mimi popping up every now and them, updating him about her and Koushiro’s school life, and sometimes Jou’s and Sora’s too. It gave him a way to stay connected with everyone without having to make time for them, and while he did feel guilty about this on multiple occasions, he was grateful for it too.

That was before Mimi got bored with just talking about their lives, and decided to spice up their encounters by getting him to light trouble with his manager. It was usually just silly little things like claiming he got her order wrong or giving extremely complicated and hard to follow requests, and she had never pulled something huge that would seriously get Yamato in trouble, but it was still frustrating and it ruined his mojo for the rest of his shift.

There was also the question of why Mimi had suddenly taken such a liking to spending time with him, of all people, since they had never been close enough for a relationship like this. They’d spent time together before sure, and they’d had their fair share of agreements and disagreements when it came to matters related to the Digital World, but apart from that Yamato could barely remember any interactions with her that didn’t circle back to the Digital World or their Digimon Partners. So the thought always nagged at him, at the back of his head, when she would appear with a skip in her step and fix him with one of the brightest smiles he knew.

But then she would go on to do something diabolical, and he’d be reminded of how similar she was to his little brother, which led to him missing Takeru and left him irritated and wishing for her to leave.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Yamato turned his attention towards the brunette sitting in front of him, she had set down the drink on the counter top and was currently surveying the store with her bright eyes, the mischievous glint in them indicating that she was just looking for something that could serve as prop of the day in interfering with his work. Relieved that he had caught her while she was still in her planning phase, Yamato decided to take control of the situation before his manager returned and reprimanded him for being rude to their customers.

“You really don’t have anything better to do?” Yamato began icily, making Mimi turn her gaze towards him, the challenging look on her face seemed to put the last nail to his patience’s coffin as he snapped at her, “Don’t you have any friends?”

He regretted it the minute those words left his mouth, biting his tongue in an attempt to stop himself from groaning outwardly.

The effect on Mimi was immediate, all colour drained from her face and her eyes shone with a blanket of tears just waiting to fall, but with a single blink she managed to keep them at bay and faced him with a hardened look as she replied quietly, “I thought that’s what we were.”

And before Yamato could make any attempts to take back his statements or even begin to apologize for his behaviour, Mimi was out of the door, leaving behind her drink on the counter and without sparing a single glance in his direction.

Yamato allowed himself to groan out loud when he picked up her cup to clear the counter and found that it was still heavy, she had barely begun to drink it. He couldn’t help but chide himself internally, for missing on something that was so obvious, for even deliberating on an answer that was right in front of his eyes this entire time.

Yamato couldn’t believe that he, of all people, had missed out on the signs of their budding friendship, had pushed it aside as nothing but an occasional nuisance within his routine.

His optimistic side hoped that he would just explain himself to her when she’d show up tomorrow, even offer her her favourite drink for free as a token of his apology, but a tiny voice at the back of his head reminded him, that there was no way Mimi would come back to spend time with him after this.

Unfortunately, it was the tiny voice that prevailed in its prediction, as Mimi didn’t show the next day or the one after that, or after that.

At first Yamato consoled himself by devoting himself to the tasks at hand, happy to finally be able concentrate on his work, he managed to win praises from his manager on multiple occasions which pushed Mimi’s absence from his surroundings out of his head, and for a while it worked.

But then there were slow days, when he didn’t have much to do but stand behind the counter and look at all the people sitting around in groups of twos and threes, laughing and chatting loudly as they sipped their coffees and munched on their food. The sight would tug on an invisible string in his heart, make him long for Mimi’s teasing smile as she rattled off with an order comprising of the most incompatible ingredients, laughing loudly at the look of horror that would take over his face as he wrote down her instructions. There were days when the shop would be eerily silent, and he’d hear her voice in his head, telling him about something that had happened at school. There were days when someone would walk by with a pet, cuddling it and showering it with affection, making him miss Gabumon’s soft fur and he’d instinctively turn towards the pick-up counter, hoping to tell Mimi about it but was met with emptiness instead.

He hadn’t realised, just how much he had managed to share with her during their encounters, and how he had begun to depend on her company to get him through his mundane work life. And in true Yamato fashion, he had gone ahead and messed it all up by thinking about things from only his perspective.

His father’s words echoed in his mind once again, he had to learn to solve his own problems, and what better time to start than now?

#writersmonth2021 #mimato #digimon fanfiction #yamato ishida #mimi tachikawa #digimon #writealot #unfinished excerpt #I wanna write the apology scene for sure #coming up with Mimi's frappe order was hella fun tho #otp : purely friendly

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blackberry-gingham · 3 years

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Can I request a cute Ringo x Reader where Ringo falls for the reader who’s just an assistant in the neighboring recording studio from theirs?😆❤️ and the reader is extremely shy haha

😂😂😂 I was actually referring to my very long list of drafts and requests, but I do appreciate the eagerness to help a bored girl out, so I’ll do this one now anyway haha. Besides, Ringo needs more solo fics on this blog and shy reader is always a good one 😌🥺 Thank you, and enjoy!

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The old florescent lights hum overhead, flooding the recording room with a bright, hot light. Ringo wipes the back of his palm across his forehead, vaguely listening to John, Paul, and George as they discuss some tweaks they should make to that last recording or so. Paul never seems to be satisfied, and now John and George have teamed up to start bickering with him. Their alliance does not matter however, as it would appear Paul has no plans to budge.

Their voices get louder and louder, and Ringo lights up a cigarette in the meantime, hoping it’ll help with the pounding in his head. Doesn’t he get a say in all this? The others may not say it, but he knows what they think. He’s the weakest link here, “Just the drummer, not even a very great one”, or some rubbish like that.

John slams his guitar down onto its stand with a twang ad now he’s dangerously close to being up in Paul’s face as he continues to argue. George appears as though he’s about to fall back and mediate the situation he helped escalate, but before anyone can do anything, Brian slams the door open, “That’s enough now! Get out and cool off, the three of you!”, he shakes his head out and rubs it as though it’s hurting him, before taking his leave.

“Fine by me!”, Paul gives John a pointed look and storms off, with the other two making similar statements and following close, but not too close, behind.

And poor little Ringo is left alone. Forgotten.

Suddenly the room feels cold, like the vacuum of space, and Ringo himself is the one feeling hot. He knows he’s not one of the star trio, but how about a little respect, eh? Maybe a “you’re doing great Ringo?” Or, “you can take five, too?”

But no, nothing of the sort.

Ringo’s face twists into a scowl as these thought swirl through his mind. He’s as much a member of this band as any of the other three! This isn’t fair! On that note, he smashes his cigarette into a nearby ashtray and jumps up from his stool as it clatters to the floor. You know what? He needs more then a break. He needs some fresh air.

With a head full of steam, he stomps down the stairwell and through the hall, all the way to the big, double glass doors. He only stops when the sound of pouring rain breaks through the fog of his thoughts. The rain is coming down in droves, thundering in a flurry of drops off of the sidewalk, and not a single soul can be seen outside.

For a moment, he considers turning around and going back to the studio. Or perhaps finding an abandoned break room, away from the others, and blowing off steam there, but...

No. He shakes out his head and heaves the heavy door open out into the downpour. He’s had enough of this whole damn building, and he’s not going to let a little rain stop him from getting the break he needs.

Ringo walks and walks as the icy water soaks through his fine suit, to his skin, and down to his very bones. Perhaps this wasn’t the wisest decision, he thinks. He takes a few more steps, trying to tough it out, but after a window rattling sneeze he decides to duck into the next building he can. This whole street is made up of little recording studios, so it’s not as much of a change of scenery as he’d have liked... but at least it’s something.

A corridor filled with office doors stretches out before him and, rather then continue leaking a little pool here in the entry way, he decides to go find somewhere to take a load off.

Ugh, he feels absolutely filled with water, like a damn sink sponge. Ringo tilts his head to the side as he sloshes along and bangs the side of his head, hoping to dislodge some water. It seems to be having some effect at least, and just as he’s about to switch ears, an unexpected collision knocks him on his back.

“Tsk, oh no no no...”

A timid voice mutters softly, and even through his waterlogged ears, Ringo can hear the sound of scuffling and paper shuffling.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Um, are you... alright?”

Ringo sits up, but his soaked mop top is completely obscuring his vision. He can only imagine how silly he must look to you right now, sopping wet and a full curtain of hair hiding nearly everything except, of course, his bulbous nose. Great. He huffs, and parts his bangs with both hands to see you.

You look about as shy as you sound, and perhaps even a little afraid. But also... kind, and sweet, and caring, and... Pretty. So pretty...

“Oh! Ringo! I um... I’m such a big fan...”, you laugh nervously, and despite the warm words, your face seems caught in some sort of a wince as you go about busying yourself with picking up your stack of papers and folders.

But he doesn’t want you to be scared. Or nervous, or intimidated, or stressed, or... or anything like that! He wants to see that concerned, but sweet smile he heard you wearing when you were first talking and didn’t know who he was. He sees the very faint little lines by the corners of your nostrils, and just by that he knows you like to laugh. He sees how eager you are to collect these things and go about your day, and he feels a connection to you through it. He knows what that’s like... running around and doing other people’s business.

Hop to it!

We need this done like that!

Don’t mess this up!

All of it.

Ringo hurries around to scramble onto his knees with you, “Oh no no, I’m sorry! Here, let me help...” He snatches up some stray pages into a nice stack, and as much as you want to tell him it’s ok and he doesn’t have to, you can’t bring yourself to say a peep.

The two of you work in harmony, and as you finally reach for the last sheet, it would seem Ringo has the same idea. Your hand touches down on it first, with his finding it’s way right over top of yours. It’s surprisingly big, particularly compared to yours, and while you blush at the thoughts it’s giving you, Ringo is thankfully too distracted by how soft and perfect your skin feels under his callused paw.

You come to your senses quickly though, forcing yourself to snap out of your daydreams. Nervous energy takes over and you jerk your hand away a little too roughly. “Ahem, sorry but I really mu- ow” You put the last paper on your stack and set the whole thing down to cradle your hand. A small cut has been made on your knuckle and a fine line of blood begins to seep out.

Ringo looks guiltily from your injury to his ornately engraved ring, the culprit of your little gash. He bites his bottom lip and adds his papers to yours, before scooting closer. “I uh, I-I’m so sorry. Uh here, here...”, he pulls out a handkerchief from inside his suit jacket and goes to apply it to your now freely bleeding cut.

“Oh, you don’t have to-!”

“No no, I insist! It’s the least I can do...”, he looks up at you almost pleadingly. Anything he can do to communicate to you how badly he wants to help.

With your go ahead, he gently wraps up your hand with a neat little bow underneath. He holds your hand in both of his, offering it timidly to show you his work,“...Better?”

Relived, you smile sweetly at him, and it’s even more wonderful of a sight then he imagined, “Yes, thank you... Still hurts a bit though”, you chuckle.

“Oh... I know a trick to help with that!”, Ringo smiles cheerily, gently grasping your fingers in one hand and slides his other down to support your elbow as he brings your knuckles to his lips. They’re thick and soft and warm... and as though a soothing fireplace has been lit beside you, suddenly it feels as though any rainy day chills or frayed nerves have been purged from your body.

His lips linger on your knuckles for a few extra seconds, and when he comes up to the shy, but blissful smile you’re wearing, he thinks in that moment that nothing would make him happier then to see you happy... But knowing he was the one to give you that smile... He’s over joyed.

And with a fleeting thought, he wishes he could give you a smile like that every day. He finds it that adorably endearing...

He brushes his hair out of his face once more, still holding your hand, and gives you a toothy grin as he huffs a nervous laugh of his own. His eyes are caught on yours now, and how sparkly and vibrant they are. He can’t bear to tear his gaze away, even as he asks, “I... uh... C-can I help you take your papers?”

You give a tiny, melodic laugh and the sound of it sends Ringo’s heart pounding with excitement. With your free hand, you return a stray loc of hair to the rest of his side swept bangs and when his face is all clear, you press a soft, timid kiss to the tip of his long, round nose.

“I’d love that...”

#SKKSJFSDKLJFSDK SOFTNESS ALERT !!!!!!!#the beatles #ringo starr x reader #ringo starr #beatles fic

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remmushound · 3 years

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Damage, part 5; the Hogosha

@errorfreak88 @brightlotusmoon

Splinter did his best. Ever since that night he had first gotten the boys, he tried his to do right by them. To feed them. To teach them. To encourage them. To make them happy. He always made an effort to go out of his way for their wants and needs, because that’s what a father does. He made an effort to make them laugh and ask how they were doing. To touch them and to kiss them and to love them and make them know they were loved. It was times like this that made it so difficult.

He didn't care about his own wounds. The pain was nothing compared to the pride he felt for his sons. Raphael, for tossing himself on top of Donatello and protecting the younger shinobi with everything he had. Leonardo for fighting with all he had to protect Michelangelo. Michelangelo for being so strong and so willing and eager to recover. And Donatello, for dragging each and every one of them from their deathbeds and giving them a second chance at life.

The old mutant slowed as he passed by Michelangelo’s room. Drawn on by the sound of voices, the shinobi father couldn’t help but press his ear to the door to listen.

“... telling you, it’ll work!” Leonardo’s voice was heard above all, “Trust me, Raph will love it!”

“A suggestion if I may?”

Donatello’s voice came as a surprise to Splinter and drew the old rat even further into the conversation. Donatello didn't wait for an answer.

“We’re talking about Raph, right? Our Raph? The Raph that regularly busts through walls and ears glass? That Raph?”

“Yep! That’s the one!” Michelangelo’s voice chirped.

“Then foam and cloth just isn’t gonna cut it.”

“Well what do you suggest, big brain?” Leonardo asked.

“Well there have been significant successes with 3D printing bones for transplant, and even an example of a turtle shell being printed successfully! Maybe we do that? Except with the section of shell Raph is missing.”

“Oh oh oh!” Michelangelo chirped his normal ‘I have a question’ noise.

“Yes Michael?”

“Maybe we do both! You do your printy-thing and then we put some foam over it to make it more comfortable and then we add the cloth!”

Donatello hummed. “Hm. Sounds doable. Though we may have to build a framework out of wire to support the foam so it doesn’t shift too much and cause irritation. And several layers of cloth so we can secure it properly to the framework—“

“Yeah yeah yeah, less talky more doey!”

“Hey! Do you have any idea how long it’s gonna take?! I can’t do it snappy-snappy!”

“Why not?!”

It made Splinter’s heart soar to hear the bickering of his sons carrying on in the other room. They sounded happy, and most importantly they were awake, and together. He wiped his beady eyes as he walked away, tail swishing his euphoria as the newfound hope made this day one of the best in months.

When night came, Splinter didn't need alarms or clocks or the chore chart to tell him what to do. He just did what fathers do, like he always had. He knocked on Raphael’s door before entering.

“Oh! Hey pops!” Raphael’s tail wagged at the sight of his father. He was sat at his vanity looking at himself in the mirror like he often did.

“Hello Raphael.” Splinter’s wrinkled face split in a smile as he walked over to Raphael, tisking his tongue along the way as his tail swept through trash and collected it. “Really, Raphael? Four water bottles? You’re turning your room into a pigsty!”

“Goodnight to you too, pops.” Raphael laughed, closing his eye as Splinter heaved himself up the snapping turtle’s arm to kiss him on the cheek.

“Honestly, I don’t think you need this old thing anymore.” Splinter mused as he helped Raphael untie his shell cover and folded it on the nightstand.

“Donnie’s orders.” Raphael laughed.

“Well I say you’re perfectly healed.” Splinter eyed the scars curiously, “And if anything, the scars make you look badass.”

Raphael’s shoulders shook as he bellowed. “Thanks dad.”

Splinter smiled and nosed playfully against his son's cheek a moment before giving the mutant a gentle tap with his tail.

“Now scoot! It’s bedtime!”

“Dad, I’m almost sixteen.” Raphael said, “I think I can choose my own bedtime now.”

Splinter raised his brow.

Raphael started to sweat almost immediately. “Uh— I mean— yes. Right. Bed time.”

“Good boy.” Splinter pat Raphael’s shoulder as the snapper lurched over to his bed. “Remember: I didn't put the fear of God in you, I put the fear of rat!”

Raphael climbed into bed and churred happily as Splinter came over to tuck him in and give him his teddy bear.

“There we are… Good night, little Red.”

*****

“Oh Baby Blue~” Splinter poked his nose into Leonardo’s room, “I’m respecting your privacy by knocking, but asserting my authority as your father by coming in anyway!”

Splinter blinked as he saw the state of his son. Leonardo was on his bed, having tried to remove his day clothes by himself and failed miserably. Somehow, he had managed to get his head stuck in the arm hole and his arm locked at an odd angle in the head hole, his trousers hanging half-off.

“Help me.”

Splinter couldn’t hide his laughter as he helped his son undress the rest of the way and assisted in helping him put on his pajamas.

“There we are, silly boy.” Splinter rubbed Leonardo’s head before putting the turtles nightcap on. “Now, I know you like magic, but you’re not quite Houdini status yet.”

Leonardo snapped. “Darn! I’ll get there one day!”

Splinter hummed his agreement and used his tail to open Leonardo’s bedside drawer and pull out a soft, blue sleeve. He gently slid it over Leonardo’s wounded arm and secured it before giving the nub a kiss, and then kissing Leonardo on the head.

“Thanks dad.”

“Anything for my little one.”

****

“Orange~ why, would you look at that?”

Michelangelo was already snug in his bed, dressed in his sleeping onesie and clutching a story book with a bright smile on his face.

“Someone was ready for me.” Splinter pulled himself onto the bed and took the book from Michelangelo, clearing his throat as he started to read. “In a warm and sultry forest far far away, there lived a mother fruit bat and her new baby. Oh, how Mother Bat loved her soft, tiny baby. “I’ll name you Stellaluna.” she crooned…”

By the end of the story, Michelangelo was snoring softly. Splinter carefully crept from the bed and slid the book back into its place before giving Michelangelo a kiss on the head.

“Love you, my son. Sweet dreams…”

****

Splinter always left Donatello last. Not out of malice, of course! Donatello just needed the most comfort, the most time! And it wouldn’t be fair to make the other brothers wait so long for their fathers affection. But now the rest of his sons were tucked safely away, Splinter crept into the softshell’s room with a gentle knock.

“Donatello? Purple?”

Donatello was laying in his bed with his back turned to the door. Splinter hummed and quickly approached the bed, laying a hand on his son's shoulder.

“I hope you didn't think I forgot about you.”

“No.” Donatello’s voice was soft and somber.

Splinter cleared his throat and shifted himself onto the bed, pulling the blanket over Donatello’s head and starting to hum softly as he traced his paws across his son’s arm and shell bridge in a comforting manner, like he always did when they were turtle tots.

“Mori mo iyagaru, Bon kara saki-nya. Yuki mo chiratsuki-shi. Ko mo naku-shi…”

Donatello grabbed Splinter’s hand and held it while he started to hum along to the lullaby.

“Bon ga kita-tote, nani ureshi-karo… Katabira wa nashi, obi wa nashi…”

Splinter sang the lullaby to its entirety and, though Donatello was still awake by the end of it, neither father nor son made any attempt to leave or interrupt the comfort of each other's presence. They both fell asleep together.

****

“Keep your eyes closed! Keep 'em closed! Closed closed closed closed closed!”

“They’re closed, Mike!” Raphael bellowed his laughter at the eager young mutant that covered both Raphael’s eyes while sitting on his shoulders. “What’s the surprise!”

“Wait for it! Wait for it!”

“The suspense is killing me!”

“NOW!”

Michelangelo pulled his hands away with a happy squeak and Raphael opened his eyes. Raphael blinked a few times to get used to the light again before he processed what was in front of him. Leonardo and Donatello, both smiling as they held a large something between them.

The prosthetic piece was an impossibly bright red color, the cloth some of the most vibrant Raphael had ever seen! There were several ridges on it and Raphael’s eyes widened when he recognized the shapes from his shell. He looked back at his shell, then to the prosthetic, then back at his shell.

“Tadaaa~” Michelangelo jumped from Raphael’s shell, landing with a loud grunt, and did jazz hands.

“It’s made of reinforced acrylic— it’s not as strong as your actual shell, but strong enough to take a solid hit.” Donatello explained, “I wanted to make it a more natural color, but Nardo here insisted it stay red.”

“What? Red is totally his color!” Leonardo scoffed, “the Kanji was Mikey’s idea— figured Bo-su was most suited to you.”

“And Donnie made sure the measurements were right so it could fit over your shell!” Michelangelo squeaked, “Do you like it?”

Raphael didn't answer. He couldn’t answer, not for an uncomfortably long time. And when he did answer, it wasn’t with words. It was with a loud, whimpering squeal as he scooped all three brothers in for a hug and crushed them against his chest.

“I love it…” Raphael nuzzled each brother in turn, “And I love you all so much…”

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stellarstarwarsimagines · 4 years

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Somebody to Love

Pairing - Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary - Poe and you have been dancing around your feelings for each other for a long time. When a confrontation brings out all the insecurities you have about your relationship, will it be enough for him to finally make a move, or lose you forever?

Word Count - 3,067

Warnings - Language and angst

It was a dumb cliche. One that you had hoped to never fall victim too. It was pathetic, overdone, and could end in heartbreak. Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea.

But no one else had Poe Dameron as their best friend.

It was so easy. He was caring. When you were down, feeling hopeless or haunted, he could tell without you saying a word. He somehow always knew, and would do little things to cheer you up. The affection that he gave would multiply, more hugs and touches. He would play songs that he knew brought back good memories for the two of you and would make you laugh. Poe would tell terrible jokes and do anything to put a smile on your face.

He was such a good listener. He was the one person in the whole base that you knew you could tell anything to, and he would never say a word, no matter how stupid or silly it was, you knew that it was safe with him. He would never betray your trust.

The two of you were on the same wavelength. There were countless times you could look at each other and hold an entire conversation with your eyes and quirks of your lips.

How could you avoid falling in love with someone like that? You were helpless.

You weren’t the only one to notice this predicament either. The whole base seemed to be aware of the situation. You couldn’t count the amount of times you had both been teased, either privately, or in front of each other, about the fact that you should be together.

The fact was though, that it hadn’t happened. Nothing romantic had ever happened between the two of you except for a drunken kiss one night that you both brushed off the next day. Because that was what you did after a drunken kiss right? It didn’t matter that you were in love with him. He wasn’t in love with you. Sure, he told you all the time that he loved you, never left for a mission without saying it, but he wasn’t in love with you. You thought it would be easier to just forget about the kiss. Of course you never did.

Then it didn’t help that every time the two of you came close to becoming something romantic, Poe threw up a wall and seemed to take ten steps back. It made you bury your feelings deeper, try to forget about them, deny their existence. You had friends try and set you up, but it never went anywhere. Feelings like the ones you had for Poe didn’t just go away. They lingered at the edge of your heart, coming back full force with every sweet moment and smile the two of you exchanged.

You were having one of those moments now, sitting beside each other in a circle, knees brushing as you played one of those drinking games. The Black Squadron had returned earlier from a successful mission and wanted to celebrate. When Poe asked if you wanted to come, you hadn’t hesitated, eager to spend time with him after he had been gone. The object of the game the group was playing was to drink if you had done something that a person said. Not having lived the most exciting life, you were pretty sober, but still enjoying every second of your time. Until the question came up.

“Never have I ever had sex!” The drunken pilot called out before she took a large sip.

“You’re not supposed to say something you have done so you can drink!” Wexley called out to her.

“You say that as if I care . . .” She said with a laugh that everyone else continued as they took a sip.

Except you.

Being a virgin wasn’t something you tried to hide, but it wasn’t something you talked about either. Whenever it was brought up, someone never failed to have a comment about it. This time was no different.

“No wonder Poe hasn’t tried to fuck her yet.” A girl said, giggling to her best friend who started laughing as well.

“Hey!” Poe said, sounding pissed off, but it was as if you were underwater, his voice muffled in your ears.

The breath had been knocked out of your lungs. You felt like you were going to choke and your eyes filled up with tears. You had asked yourself that question so many times. Why didn’t Poe want to be with you? The both of you had discussions about what you wanted in a partner, and every time that little voice in your head told you that the person he was describing sounded a hell of a lot like you. You two had so much in common, and were the best of friends . . . What was it about you that Poe didn’t want to go further with? You had figured that maybe it had something to do with your physical appearance, your body type . . .

But was it this? Did he not want you because you didn’t have any . . . experience?

You swallowed hard, turning your gaze away from the direction Poe was and instead focusing on the moon. You could feel his eyes on you, and you refused to cry. You were not going to let him see your tears. You weren’t going to let anyone see those tears that so wanted to fall.

“Hey,” his voice was soft, his fingers a feather like touch against your knee. “Did I tell you about the Varactyls that almost ran me over? It was . . .”

He was trying to distract you. He knew that the words had hurt. Poe had always been able to figure out your emotions, but you didn’t think he knew how upset you were. You still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as he continued the story. Your fuzzy vision never wavering from the moon as you told yourself, practically screaming in your head, not to cry.

But then a tear fell down your cheek, and you knew you weren’t going to make it.

“I’m going to the restroom,” you mumbled, standing up and almost running back into the hangar. You didn’t head for the restroom though, instead finding the first hallway you could and sinking down against a wall. You buried your face in your hands and let it all go. Years of repressed feelings bubbled out of you as you cried. Questions of why you were good enough to be his best friend, but not good enough to be a lover, that you tried so hard to bury circled your mind over and over, never shutting up.

What was so wrong with you? Was it your virginity?

You wanted Poe to come look for you. You wanted him to come pull you into one of his amazing hugs and sing or do a stupid dance move until you didn’t feel like crying anymore, but you knew how this went. Throw a wall up and ten steps back. It wasn’t any different this time.

A small, hesitant beep, pulled your hands from your face. You brushed your tears away to find a familiar round droid rolling up to you carefully, as if afraid to scare you. “Hey, BB,” you whispered as he settled in front of you.

He made an inquisitive beep, and you shook your head.

“Not really, buddy,” you replied as a fresh wave of tears filled your eyes at the thought that maybe Poe’s droid cared more about you than he did.

The droid let out a sad noise and dropped its head, rolling over to your side and leaning against you as if trying to give you a hug.

Your chest constricted, and you hide your face once more.

____________________

It was a long time before you could bring yourself to get off the floor and go back to your quarters. You felt weak, tired, and as soon as you got to your room, you collapsed on your bed, still in your clothes, curled up in your blankets and fell asleep.

You didn’t know how long you had been sleeping when a knock at your door broke you out of unconsciousness. A part of you hoped it would be Poe, but you still found yourself surprised when you unlocked the door, and he was standing there. “You never came back.” He said, concern in his eyes as he took in your appearance.

It couldn’t be good. You knew how puffy your skin got after you cried. Your hair was bound to be a mess from your sleep, you were positive your eyes were red, and your clothes were now disheveled. That was nothing compared to how it felt to look at him with the words that had been circling in your mind so fresh. Another reason to add that Poe wouldn’t want to be with you. You looked terrible after you woke up. “Poe, I . . . I’m sorry, can we talk later?” You asked, looking down at the ground.

“Listen, I got onto them about what they said. They shouldn’t have -”

“Is it true?” You asked before you could stop yourself, biting your lip as you met his gaze.

Poe looked startled by your question. His brow furrowed together, and his eyes widened. He seemed shocked that you would even ask, which was fair, because you had never so blatantly brought up the relationship, or lack thereof, between the two of you. “What?”

“Is it true?” You repeated. “What they said . . . do you not want to be with me because -”

He didn’t even let you finish your sentence. “No! Why would you even -” He glanced around and slid between the door and your body into your room. “Do you think I’m that shallow?” He asked when the door shut behind him, disbelief written on his face.

You wanted to feel relief. Hearing the words come from his lips, you thought it might make you feel better, but with one question answered, the others were still there. “Then why?” You felt your lip trembling as you looked at him, and those stupid fucking tears were threatening to return. “Why am I not good enough to be loved by you?” You asked, your voice breaking.

“Sweetheart . . .” He reached for you, but you took a step away. He looked distraught, and you realized it was the first time you had ever denied affection from him. “You know I love you.”

Shaking your head at him, you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to hold yourself together. “Not like I love you, and I know you know that.”

Your name rolled off his tongue so soft you almost didn’t hear him. “Please . . . You’ve got no idea -”

“No, Poe, you’ve got no idea.” You choked back a sob, covering your mouth with your hand as you turned your back to him. You couldn’t look at him anymore. One more second of staring into those warm brown eyes, and you would fall apart. “You’ve got no idea how lonely it is loving you.”

It was so silent you thought he left. The quiet filled the room, and you had never been so uncomfortable with Poe your whole life. When he did speak, his voice was hoarse. “You’re wrong. I do love you, but I can’t -” You heard him take a deep breath. “I can’t risk losing what we’ve already got. Hell, you’re everything to me -”

“That’s bullshit!” You interrupted, angry at his excuse. He had the nerve to stand there and tell you that you were his everything and too important to lose? “What do you think is going to happen when you find someone to give that ring to? Do you think they’ll be okay with me being in your life like I am now?” You shook your head at him, brushing your tears away roughly. “You’re going to lose me either way, because I can’t . . . I can’t keep acting like your girlfriend when you’re not willing to take that leap with me.”

Once again, silence filled the room for a minute before Poe spoke. “I - what are you saying?” He asked, staring at you as if he couldn’t believe your words.

You didn’t want to say it. It was your instinct, seeing how upset he was, to hold him close. To tell him to forget everything you had said, and that it could stay the same. Poe Dameron was your best friend. Your confidant, your rock, he was everything to you.

But you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m asking you to go, Poe.” You said.

He said your name again, taking a step forward and reaching for you once more, but you shook your head.

“Please.” You whispered, begged, because if he stayed a second longer, you didn’t know if your resolve could make it.

This time he went.

____________________

Two weeks later Poe is presumed dead on a mission. It’s Jessika that tells you. It’s her who holds you while you sob. It’s her who checks on you and brings you food while making sure you remember to do basic things like shower and eat. It’s her who attempts to hold you together.

Inside? You’ve fallen apart.

You hate yourself. You hate everything you said to him. You hate yourself for pushing him away knowing now that the last conversation the two of you had broke your relationship apart. At the time it had seemed like it was worth it. Time apart would help you get over him, and in the future you could both go back to being friends. You didn’t think when you said those things, that he would be permanently out of your life.

Now he was, and you didn’t know if your life was worth living anymore without Poe Dameron in it.

You hadn’t left your room since you found out. There were too many memories outside for you to venture out there. You wouldn’t be able to go to the hangar without imagining Poe’s windswept hair and victorious smile when he came back from a mission. You wouldn’t go into the mess hall because Poe wouldn’t be there, saving your seat and making you laugh. Outside was out of the question. There had been too many days you two had walked, even danced horribly to take your minds off everything just for a minute.

No one tried to push you. They knew you weren’t ready, so when someone pounded on your door, you figured it was Jessika, bringing your dinner. Forcing yourself to get out of your curled up position, you walked to the door and opened it.

Poe Dameron was standing there. He was covered in blood and bruises, dirt and debris, but you swore your heart stopped beating. “Please don’t make me go.” Was all he said.

You collapsed into his arms.

He caught you, cradling you against his chest so tight you couldn’t breathe, but who cared about breathing when the man you loved was back from the dead? You sobbed into his neck, clutching onto his flight suit as if it was your last lifeline because it was. Poe was alive and everything else seemed so trivial. “I-I’m so sorry, I - I didn’t want to -” You managed to choke out, but he stopped you.

“No, no,” He let go of your waist and gripped your face in his warm hands, forcing you to look at him through your tears. “I was a fucking idiot, do you hear me? You were right. I was making shitty excuses because I was scared that I’d mess something up if we got together, and lose you for good. I thought if we just continued like we were . . . I don’t know.”

“We can.” You said, putting your hands on top of his, desperate to feel more of his skin, reassuring yourself that he was real. “We can, I promise I’ll - I’ll get over it.” You would. You would if you got to keep him in your life.

Poe shook his head and leaned forward until his forehead was resting against yours. You closed your eyes and breathed him in deep, desperate to remember this smell of jet fuel and musk for the rest of your life. “Sweetheart . . .” He breathed, his breath fanning across your lips. “I don’t want you to.”

Your eyes flashed open, and you forgot how to breathe, your hands tightening their grip around his so much you were sure you were hurting him, but he didn’t even flinch.

“All I could think about when they had me was you. How your nose crinkles up when it itches, how you laugh at my stupid jokes, how you make sure my drunk ass gets home safe when I drink too much, how you have the most beautiful smile in the world . . .” Poe tilted his chin down to press a soft kiss against your nose. “How I was wasting so much time being scared when I had the love of my life right in front of me.”

Your eyes closed, too many emotions flowing through your body. “I thought Poe Dameron didn’t get scared?” You said, your voice soft and hoarse from tears.

“I do when it comes to you.” He replied, now leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

The familiar sensation had you pressing even closer against him. You had never thought you were going to feel that again.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but I swear if you give me one more chance, you’re never going to doubt my feelings for you again.” Poe continued.

You stood there for a moment before opening your eyes and staring at him, tracing his features in your mind and memorizing them, determined to remember everything, “and if one of us messes up?” You asked.

Poe brushed your tears away with a thumb. “We’ll get through it.”

It was all you needed to hear. You leaned up on your tip toes and met his lips with your own, slanting your mouth over his. Your heart was pounding so rapidly it was bound to beat out of your chest.

You didn’t care. Poe Dameron, the love of your life, your best friend, the greatest listener, and the most caring man you knew was clutching you close and kissing you back as if his life depended on it.

Maybe falling in love with your best friend wasn’t such a dumb cliche after all.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #star wars imagine

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cellard0ors · 3 years

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Fic: Made For You (2/?)

Had to repost since I couldn't figure out how to do titles on Tumblr's mobile app. Warnings for questionable content depending on your point of view - in other words, potential/possible infidelity.

Link slowly awakens to someone kissing him.

Not on his mouth, but at the small hollow where his collarbones meet, then the right side of his neck, the left.

They're soft, lazy, mesmerizing kisses that make him shift about on the cool sheets, drunk with sleepiness and the seeping joy that comes from sweet kisses to unusual parts of his body.

Is this Christy?

It can't be... because he now recognizes a gentle rasp that would hint to facial hair. He's still sort of asleep...this must be the reminents of some dream.

Has he been dreaming?

He must've been and the dream must have been a sensual one, because he feels long, coltish legs tangled with his own.

Someone is over top of him... someone heavy, but with a familiar, comforting weight...

"Rhett..." He sighs dreamily, rolling his hips up into his phantom lover.

God help him, he's had this kind of fantasy before. Rhett over top of him, kissing him, touching him - add-ons to the kind of positions they would occasionally find themselves in, when fake grappling like UFC fighters or some such silly thing.

Rhett never took it far enough for Link's taste (his sinful desires) and Link did everything within his power to bury such wants anyway

But here, within the privacy of his own subconscious, it's okay to play the scenario out. To imagine Rhett doing these things.

...he doesn't think it's a betrayal to Christy. He prays it isn't...

"Rhett?" Is asked in Rhett's identifiable gruff rumble, "Is that my name?"

Link's eyes snap open, a cold water sensation splashing over him even as he looks up into Rhett's shadowed face, "Come to think of it...that is what you called me, isn't it? When we first-!"

Rhett's words are cut off as Link struggles beneath him, reaching for a nearby table lamp. He clicks it on and there's Rhett.

...but not Rhett.

The man currently over top of him is naked as the day he was born and while he has Rhett's face and voice and body, he's... Rhett from about two years ago

His hair and beard are shorter, his face a little less lined and suddenly everything snaps back to Link. The mannequin, the whole pathetic scene on his part and now...

Link does his best to grab at the sheet, to cover himself, when he belatedly remembers he's the clothed one. It's this-this Rhett-equin turned flesh that's bare and he tosses the sheets towards him, voice high as he cries, "What on earth-!"

"Now just calm on down," the Rhett-equin returns in such a near pitch perfect imitation of his counterpart as to throw Link for several additional loops (as if he isn't already on about a billion of them), "I know this might be a bit much, but this sorta thing has happened before."

Link opens his mouth, whether to argue or scream, he's not sure, but it doesn't matter because the Rhett-equin looks as sanguine as his counterpart as he says, "Someone making a wish, filled with longing, and then a lil magic comes along and makes it happen - fills a vessel..."

Link lets out a high, twisty laugh, "So, what? I made a wish upon a star and you turned from a mannequin inta flesh and blood?"

At the Rhett-equin's nod he just lets loose another one of those weird laughs, "That's-? That's insane. This isn't wish fulfilment. This is-! This is-!"

He seems to struggle to say exactly what it is until he settles upon, "This is crazy! Madness! I done lost my gaw-durn mind and now-!"

Link's rant ends as the Rhett-equin presses a finger to his lips, effectively buttoning them shut, "Look, I been around a long time. Seen a lotta things. This ain't as crazy as you think."

Link's eyes go wide and he doesn't even know where to start. What does he mean? Has he been around a long time as a mannequin? As some sort of wish or spirit or-?

But then the finger leaves Link's mouth and it...starts tracing along his chin. Link swallows thickly, tries not to notice the way Rhett-equin's eyes have gone heavy-lidded.

How those eyes - those gorgeous, beautiful, perfect eyes - seem to capture his every movement even as the tip of his finger continues its journey along the column of his throat, down along his chest...

"Link," he purrs huskily, "You could waste time trying to figure out how this happened...all the lil in's and out's...or..."

He drags the last word with delicious intent as he looks directly at Link's mouth. Link feels...warm. Confused. Lost.

But more than anything else, he feels...aroused.

Maybe he's still dreaming.

Or maybe this is a wish come true.

Either way, he feels like he's outside of himself, floating and hot and numb as he hears himself speak, "No..."

He drags that word out much like Rhett dragged out the 'or', "No, I...I can't..."

Another swallow, this one dry and sound-barrier-breaking loud, "It's not fair...t-to Christy...to Rhett..."

"Thought I was Rhett," the once-mannequin returns cheekily, before murmuring, "Think of it like this - not that long ago, I was an inanimate object...if you used something like that to..." He pauses, clearly thinking it through before saying, "take the edge off...would that be unfair?"

"I..."

"If you had Rhett in this bed...if you had him like this," he gestures to his nudity, "What would you want him to do? What would you want to do?"

Link just...stares at him. Stares like he did the first time when he saw him through the shop window. As if, some how, some way, he just...knew. Knew this would happen and he feels dizzy as his own gaze drops to Rhett-eq...Rhett...Rhett's mouth.

"Think of me like him," Rhett breathes, as if reading his mind, "Go on. Do it."

"Rhett..."

"Use me, sweetheart," he begs so prettily, "Use me like you want to..."

Link feels as if someone is choking him. All the air is gone. His body is an exposed nerve - throbbing, pulsing...lustful...

"...no one..." Link's eyes take on a darker hue, a sinful one, "No one can ever know..."

"No one ever will," Rhett promises darkly and then one if his hands snatches out, rattlesnake quick, fingers digging into the hair at the back of Link's skull as he tugs him forward, locking their lips together.

It's hot and filthy and sublime and Link, for better or worse, let's himself go.

#rhink #my writing

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Goretober 2021 Day 27: The Do-Over

D.S. and I had spent the whole day together on the couch, chatting and answering all the asks that had piled up while we lazily tortured L.S.S. at our leisure. We were surrounded by our scattered tools- the contents of D.S.'s well-stocked toolbox, my toiletry kit, the cutlery I'd brought to the cabin, D.S.s sewing kit, lighters, and other miscellaneous items we thought we could get creative with... We had managed to use just about everything.

L.S.S. was a mess. Hogtied on the floor in front of the couch, its mouth sewn shut, my old bunny sleep mask covering what were now empty eye sockets. It was bleeding, drooling, burned, cut, bruised. Toward the end of the night, it was blacking out when we gave it a moment of peace, and moaning and weeping and retching when we interrupted it again. It had been almost too easy to reduce it to such a state over the course of the day. Now, it was getting late, and D.S. was starting to get bored. He gave L.S.S.s head a half-hearted nudge with his mud and blood-caked shoe. It didn't respond at all.

"...I think we've fucked it up enough for today. If we keep going, it'll go into shock, and then it'll be REALLY boring to play with...."

"Okaaay.... I guess we should patch it up so it doesn't bleed out, huh?"

"Oh, I can take care of that. I gotta change the bandages on its hands and feet, too- wouldn't want the limbs to start turning."

"True...."

I thought for a moment.

"Say, Sally..."

"Hm?"

"I was thinking....~"

I leaned in closer to him, then drew little circles on his chest with my fingertip and looked up at him through what remained of my eyelashes. He tilted his head, interest perked.

"Welll.... in the spirit of 'the Do-Over,' I was thinking... maybeeee you could give me a second viewing of your gorgeous artwork....?"

D.S. chuckled.

"You want to see ‘The Knock-Off Messiah’ again? I mean, it takes some setting up, but I can if you want me to."

"Oh, really, will you~?!"

I swung my leg over his lap and straddled him, bouncing with excitement.

"Eee!! Thank you so much!! I really didn't give it a fair chance the first time.... Ooh, ooh, can I watch you do it? I can help you lift the cross! It looks really heavy...."

"Ah, sure! If you want, you can watch... And yeah, that thing is already a bitch to lift without the dead weight on it..."

"Oooh, will you wear the horns and tail this time? Pleeease? You know how much I loved it when you wore those last year, but it's gonna hit so different this time...~!!" Begged as I bit my lip.

"Yeah, I'll wear them for you, if I can find them."

I giggled with delight. "Aaahhh, you're the best!! Oh baby, I have SO MANY ideas for how to spice up the whole scene, I hope you don't mind a critique....!"

"Oh, no, there's always room to improve- I'm living proof!" He laughed and put his hands on my hips. "What did you want to add? I'm all ears~"

I traced my fingers along the edge of his mask, down his neck, over his chest.

"Welll, I know you worked really, really, really hard to make it look perfect, and don't get me wrong, it was absolutely stunning! But, I just feel like something was missing..." I pouted.

"The horns?"

"Yes, but.... oh...." I leaned back from him, cupping my jaw in my sweater paws as I thought.

"I just can't put my finger on it! It looked like it had everything, but... hmm... let's see... You have the cross, of course... the nails, the loincloth, the tape, the cuff, the mask, the cuts in its side, the crown of needles, which was a great touch, by the way...."

His eyes wandered, going over the mental list. He shrugged.

"With me in the demon getup, that sounds like just about everything... maybe you just want more blood? I know I do."

"Well, that goes without saying, silly..." I playfully scolded. "...... ugh, that's gonna bother me....!"

"Hey, it'll come to you. We still have four days before the 31st, that's plenty of time to spitball some ideas."

"Yeah, you're right.... We should just relax. I'm tirrrred..." I groaned and slumped onto him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and nuzzling into his neck.

"It has been an eventful day! We got a lot in. We can always pick it up again tomorrow."

"mmm... we didn't get in everything I wanted...." I held him tighter to me and grazed my lips and tongue against his neck, hoping he would catch my drift.

"Oh... ahah..." He trailed his hands up my sides. "I think we can fix that..."

"Yeah...?" I started sucking and nibbling at his flesh, clinging to him to draw him even closer, if that was possible. He cocked his head to the opposite side, giving me a little more access, and I took full advantage. He leaned back against the back of the couch, eyelids slowly drooping shut.

"Mmm… oh! Sweetie…”

“...hm…?”

“I think I... remembered.... what you.... forgot…~." I whispered against his neck between wet kisses and playful bites.

"What's that...?" He breathed out

I opened my mouth wide and clamped down on the skin I'd been sucking on, digging my teeth in with all the force my jaw could manage and locking it in place. He flinched away from the sudden jolt of pain, but had nowhere to go with my bodyweight pinning him to the couch. He tried to pry me off, tugging at my hair and clothes, but it only caused the delicate flesh to tear in my grip, blood gushing over my chin and tongue and down his collar bone. I thrashed my head, working the chunk free. His hands left my sides to clutch at the wound and shove me backward.

I kept a grip with my legs, but used the momentum to throw my arms upward, freeing my hands from my sweater and bringing them together over my head to clutch the utensil I'd hidden in the sleeve, the business side down and poised to strike.

I glowered down at him, lip curled upward in a sneer over my gritted teeth, relishing the panic and confusion in his eyes for a fraction of a second.

It felt so familiar. It reminded me of my first honeymoon with Sally. I’d been so afraid then, so hesitant to act. I had flip-flopped and chickened out and counted to three dozens of times while Sally slept on that same couch in that same position, thinking that I could prepare myself completely before attempting the blow, waiting for a perfect moment that would never come. I was only able to strike when I saw him look up at me, and realized that it wasn’t about a perfect moment- it was about now or never, a pounce- a one-time, calculated gamble, spring-loaded by adrenaline and hunger, over before you realize you’ve moved or can taste the blood in your teeth....

If I waited, I would never be ready. I just had to do it. And if I failed, I would do it over and over and over again, how ever many times it took, until I got it right... just like my Sally had done for me.

"You forgot the fork, Dumb Shit."

I plunged my weapon downward with every ounce of strength I had left, and in true do-over fashion, it pierced straight through his sclera, making the most sickening, satisfying ‘pop’ that I had ever heard.

#the Do-Over #K.E.W.K. draws #goretober #goretober2021 #sorry steve #tw cannibalism #tw torture #tw delusion #tw degradation #tw violence #tw blood #tw weapon #tw unsanitary #tw eye trauma #tw vomit #tw organs #tw needles #meet the fishers

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elysian-entries · 3 years

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One film, two visions; The Justice League

It’s 2017; the highly anticipated “Justice League” film, directed by Zack Snyder, is set to be released later in the year as a continuation of the DCEU.

A blockbuster movie showcasing the biggest DC characters uniting. Taking down the ultimate super villain; bound to fulfil millions of past and present children’s, as well as current adults and elderly dreams.

Then a fork in the road appears, Snyder and his wife, Deborah, step down from the colossal project due to the incredibly woeful loss of their daughter, Autumn. News hits the fans like a brick. Resulting in Joss Whedon and the Warner Bros. Studio stepping up to the mantle. Or at least attempting to.

Whedon's theatrical cut lost Warner Bros. Pictures approximately $60 million dollars. With overall painfully negative reviews and reception. Breaking the hearts of DC fans everywhere.

4 years, campaigns, hashtags, sky banners, petitions, and billboards later; I can’t say how many of us would have predicted receiving the holy gift that is the “Snyder Cut”, in its full 4 hour running time glory (in a 4:3 ratio, which somehow adds to the grandeur). 4 years of dedicated, passionate and determined people helping in any way they can for the cause. It was a journey to behold.

A large section in Snyder’s 4 hour venture is used to build dimension and depth in the characters. Making an absolute world of a difference. Something that was sorely lacking in Whedon's cut. The film had a completely different feel and atmosphere instantly.

There's no better example of increased depth in characters than Cyborg's (Ray Fisher's) narrative. I was engaged, and intrigued by his story. In Whedon’s cut, he isn't even given a second thought. His entire backstory was cut as well as his father's important role also being stripped. His scene where he sacrificed himself in order for them to find the mother box was gone. And it took away such an important, integral part in Cyborgs story, and in the film in general I believe and also realised having seen the two movies; the complicated but delicately developing relationship between father and son. And just the whole story in general made such a difference in Snyder's cut, it really is almost indescribable the difference it made. It just felt so much more genuine and heartfelt. Like a real developed and executed narrative.

In Snyder's cut we were shown detailed flashbacks that fully fleshed out his character, his morals and his relationships. Creating a much needed deeper connection with the audience. We experience his conflicting journey to accepting his responsibility, accepting the past, the "gift he has", and his purpose in the league. Leading into receiving closure. He was given great and meaningful importance and purpose in this cut.

Similarly, Ezra Miller's Flash was too given a largely more meaningful and impactful role that left quite the impression on me. His character was light-hearted and charming but still had those important, emotionally impactful scenes. Which were painfully lacking in Whedon's cut. I was left loving Barry Allen a lot more than I already did. Barry's scenes with his wrongly convicted father were hard hitting for me. They also play a large part in making later scenes more impactful. Like his detrimental importance during the final fight. In Whedon's cut his big hero moment was saving a Russian family. The overall the inclusion of the family was superfluous and extraneous, along with the robber at the start and many other things. Not only that but Whedon's cut gave the Flash a silly, attempted comical relief role. To be fair he attempted to give everybody a comical relief role. Which hardly worked because none of the attempts were actually funny and were at time agonizing. It ultimately lacked substance and came across as almost immature. The scene where Barry went on about brunch was painful. Leading me to ask, why? Why was this so important to film Whedon?

After re-watching Whedon’s version, I had gained a new found appreciation for Snyder's representation of Barry. '"Make your own future, make your own past"; he echoes his father’s words. "Your son really was one of them, the best of the best," as his theme "At the Speed of Force" plays in the background of this pivotal moment. A powerful scene reflecting Barry's ulterior motive, doing his father proud. Which invoked many tears. And still does whenever I re-watch the scene or listen to the song. As if it were the first time experiencing it. Thomas Holkenborg's soundtrack truly amplified emotion and made the scenes much more powerful, It makes for one of the absolute best scenes in the movie; I'd say one of, if not my absolute favourite.

His job in charging up Victor was completely removed and I have to wonder why. Instead Barry was left to participate in "bug duty" (bugs being one of his fears also). Barry's role in Snyder's cut, and that one incredible scene where he broke the rule was arguably better than Whedon's Justice League as a whole.

I think the only scene in Whedon's cut involving Barry that I thought was actually meaningful was where he was faced with his first real mission. And he was confronted with his fears of "obnoxiously tall" beings. He appeared anxious and frantic. Fearful. Communicating to us his inexperience. And Batman simply told him to just "save one". To which he then, without struggle, saved them all. And was also able to participate in the final battle. The "save one" scene made those achievements more meaningful.

The scene after they won the battle, showcases the victorious team standing proud; and Barry with a sweet, goofy, golden retriever-esque smile plastered on his face. What a loveable smile.

An interesting contrast is the scene in where Barry reveals to his father his new position at an “actual job”. In Snyder’s cut the father was absolutely over the moon, shouting at the top of his lungs, "his foot is in the door!" repeatedly in excitement. It tugged at my heart strings; his shameless pride in his son. Making me wonder how he would have shown his pride if he found out Barry saved the whole Earth and humanity. We can assume Barry had that unequivocally powerful underlying thought too. Contributing to his saccharine reaction. In Whedon’s cut the reaction was softer and more timid but nonetheless a sweet moment. Barry becoming bashful.

It was a sweet touch to have Cyborg and Flash finally fist bump during that victorious scene after Victor rejected Barry's initial advance in Whedon's cut. Ezra Miller improvising that “racially charged” line, acknowledging the possible racism attached to a fist bump I assume. The whole fist bumping being "racially charged" was not included in Snyder's cut. The grave digging scene was entirely different. Which I far more preferred. It was a group excursion. With a little positive interaction between the Atlantean and the Amazonian. And funnier, more light-hearted dialogue between Barry and Victor.

Aquaman’s contrast was interesting. In Whedon’s cut he actually sought out to obtain the trident to help the league (although he was always disagreeing with them). Compared to Snyder; where he was apprehensive and had to be hesitantly persuaded by Willem Dafoe’s character Vulko (who was completely absent from Whedon’s cut). This was also an importantly established relationship by Snyder. Arthur first makes his desire to help the the team known saving them from the water rushing from Gotham Harbour. He isn't acknowledged in the theatrical cut but in Snyder's cut Diana notices and takes a moment to take in his presence (I assume?). Then Barry asks who that guy is. And of course we all know, it's Aquaman.

I particularly liked how Snyder chose to include Barry asking for Arthur's opinion on military hats. It's an odd, minimalistic thing to include - the reasoning as to why I like it. I also thought it was quite charming.

A scene I think deserves a mention is when Aquaman is first introduced, and then rejects Bruce's offer, he then makes his way back into the ocean. A farewell song is performed. This was quite early in the film and I think the voices being hauntingly beautiful, yet slightly eerie/poignant set the perfect atmosphere. A well done scene.

His overall character was also contrasting. He became a genuine hero who was proved capable of more than water powers and silly moments. Including that god-awful lasso of truth scene. In the theatrical cut he was bitter, a bit of a joke, not caring too much about the events that were unfolding. He had more of a heroes’ sense of purpose within Snyder’s cut.

Gal Gadot did not gain too much from the extra scenes. Though different to the theatrical cut, Snyder had paired her with a repetitive character establishing theme. It could be referred to as ancient lamentation music. Hauntingly beautiful. Something I could only assume would be the battle cries of the Amazonian warriors and the Amazonian warrior inside Diana. In some ways possibly over used, though I thought it was brilliant. It has a special place in my heart because I love that type of soundtrack. The almost eerie, maybe poignant but overall emotion provoking type. Especially her introduction scene where she faces off against the terrorists )which was overall better in Snyder's cut) The haunting warrior moans fade into her classic theme to create an incredible atmosphere. And that atmosphere was definitely missing in Whedon's cut, in more than just that one scene. It was also sorely lacking the lamentation music. We also didn't get that sweet interaction between Diana and the little girl.

When Diana began detailing Steppenwolf and the mother boxes past to Bruce, the cuts were very strange and abrupt/awkward in some way. And it felt silly and rushed; and I think that perfectly describes the whole film.

Whedon's cut also included uncomfortable scenes. Almost forcing characters to be funny where it was just completely out of place and character. Or just downright inappropriate. To be fair, Whedon is known for the Marvel movies in which fourth wall dimension breaking and odd self ware/ironic jokes are heavily used. One of the main reasons I don't particularly enjoy them, but rather enjoy the darker, more meaningful DC movies. I say meaningful in the way in which we are completely transported into this universe; where it's taken seriously and has obvious effects and meaning to the characters. Compared to Whedon's Marvel films in which the threat is joked about and the characters make fun at their expense.

Another negative contrast is the colour grading and overall shots. A good example is the conversation between Lois Lane and Martha Kent. In Whedon's version the colour is poppy, reminiscent of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or The Office. As if it were an empty shell of a TV show. Lacking any artistic or symbolic aspects. Whereas Snyder's conversation between Martha Kent (who was actually Martian Manhunter) and Lois Lane was beautiful. The lighting was dim, with steam from their hot coffee creating a brilliant shot and conveying the perfect mood. Almost a piece of art. A lot of Snyder's cut looked as if it were ripped straight out of an incredible graphic novel. His talent when it comes to filmmaking is grandiloquent. Compared to Whedon's over saturated and flat scenes as if it were from a cliché sitcom.

Whedon also made the Justice League a lot more dysfunctional than it needed to be.

The scene where the team unanimously come up with the plan to revive Superman seemed really silly and lackluster in Whedon's cut. In Snyder's cut it was a genuine moment. A "wow" moment where the penny dropped. It gave me goose-bumps. The way it was implied, the explanation/analogy with the house, and then Cyborg creating a Superman visual as the team, standing around the table, stared at it in awe. All thinking the same thing. Without even having to say it (as Barry pointed out) It was a uniting moment. Whedon's version was just, disappointing. Lacking any impact at all. And it made the team seem disconnected in a way. Whereas in Snyder's scene the league's thoughts were in unison.

There was also an agonizing amount of Wonder Woman praise. I think praise is a...well...nicer way of putting it. It was more so adolescent boy humour, immature if you will; with her being the butt of the joke. To the point where it was little uncomfortable and borderline unnecessary. And to another point where Gal Gadot refused to do a scene, (the one where Flash lands on her) and Whedon insisted so much on still including it - that they used a body double. A scene so stupid and pointless it actually hurts. Why, Whedon?

Superman's main feature in this film is his moustache. Or, lack thereof. At the beginning of the theatrical cut, we witness the infamous Superman film scene, where we are introduced to his CGI moustache…then “Everybody Knows” by Sigrid plays as we see the aftermath of his death. I really enjoyed this scene, the song and the atmosphere. I think it was a strong start, setting the poignant mood. But of course it all goes out the window and downhill from here.

The biggest difference between the two Superman’s was the elimination of the godforsaken CGI removed moustache and the introduction to the “Recovery Suit” in Snyder's cut, which was a brilliant touch. We actually see Clark stumble upon the suit. A scene where various voices from his past, echo in his mind. An equally important and impactful scene; where he flied up into the universe, overlooking the Earth he is to protect.

I also really liked the whole, "Lois Lane is key" setup, with the eerie premonitions and glimpses into the “Knightmare”. Adding yet another deeper layer to the narrative. Setting the scene for Snyder's envisioned sequel.

In Whedon's cut during the first confrontation where Clark is confused immediately after his resurrection - the previous BvS battle is implemented more. With the "Do you bleed?" question being revisited. Giving us an unwanted closer look at the strange looking $3 million dollar CGI.

I liked Snyder's first confrontation better. It included more action and participation of all parties. And it was just a longer scene, making it seem more plausible and less silly. Before Clark reached Bruce he went through every member. Resulting in a little appreciated interaction between Arthur and Barry. I also thought Whedon’s scene showing Superman throwing Batman away like a ragdoll added to the ridiculous nature.

During the final battle. (Not mentioning how uncomfortable the colour grading was causing an unlikable atmosphere. Especially when it became daylight, taking away the exciting and intense atmosphere.) Whedon's Superman's entry was a little plain. Maybe cliché. Banging on about "truth" and "justice". Which isn't necessarily bad. It's just, maybe, too Superman? We then see the relieved faces of all the members. Batman's giddy smile was by far the best. It was nice to see genuine happiness and I think that played an important role in communicating to us Bruce's character arc. From lowest of lows, and his conflicting attitude towards Superman in BvS, to Superman giving him incredible hope. Though it slightly made me uncomfortable.

Snyder's entry of Superman was brutal in the best way. Appearing just before Cyborg was chopped to bits. Giving us that epic moment of 'He came.” Superman mercilessly rips into Steppenwolf for the next minute or two. No breakaways. Which was a great choice. It perfectly showcased his abilities. Though in the theatrical cut he was shown to be the only capable one of saving the world and being the real “hero”, in Snyder’s cut, especially The Flash, they were all shown to be powerful with meaningful parts to play.

Bruce Wayne appeared more guilty and conflicted about what happened in BvS in Whedon's cut. Though he was overshadowed in terms of writing by Superman and Wonder Woman. He also was the one who brought in the "big guns" a.k.a Lois Lane as a contingency plan in case the Superman resurrection went awry. In which it did. In Snyder's cut it was coincidence, or the doing of Man Hunter in that mysterious scene. Bruce was also quite tense and wasn’t too much a bright beacon of hope as he was in the Snyder cut. Even despite Snyder's vision of him being reminiscent and heavily inspired by Frank Millers version; darker, older, broken and violent in a way (which is brilliant) he still had this character arc. The lover’s tiff he suffered with Diana was irritating and what I thought was superfluous. Creating an unnecessary disconnect with the group. It wasn't an interesting sub-plot/complication at all .

Bruce's character arc (from the dark BvS time, to the hopeful present) was more thoroughly shown in Snyder’s cut compared to Whedon's. I briefly mentioned Bruce's schoolgirl grin when Superman arrived right on time. Though Snyder more effectively showcased this positive rise through his obviously increased in optimistic attitude. When the team are off the defeat Steppenwolf once and for all Alfred asks Bruce how he can be so sure of the Man of Steel’s arrival. And Bruce replies full of vigour, “Faith, Alfred, faith!” And in another instance Barry questions their strength against Steppenwolf due to the amount of demons he has won against. Bruce declares that, “He’s never fought us. Not us united.” It was a powerful statement that heavily elevated excitement for the final fight.

During this final fight, Batman basically goes out on a suicide mission. Then the rest of the league join him for a family reunion. The Snyder cut better represented this with an astounding freeze-frame, slow motion shot of the team. It nicely established the power of unity in this case.

The way in which Steppenwolf was defeated was vastly altered. Changed completely. Mostly due to Darkseid’s absence in the theatrical cut. Darkseid added an important extra layer of looming fear, and even gave Steppenwolf more depth. It gave him an important reason as to why he was doing what he wasy doing. As we saw his utter dedication to Darkseid. It alerted us of the larger dangers that were present. Steppenwolf’s death in Whedon’s cut was ultimately debilitated after seeing Snyder’s version. Instead of being anti-climactically eaten alive by his bug minions as the sun rose; (maybe it’s a personal preference but I heavily dislike the daylight, especially for action scenes) his head was chopped off, first horn by horn, then from the neck. His decapitated head thrusted back through the portal into his own world, landing at the horrifying Darkseid's feet, along with the terrifying parademons. Engulfed by a fiery hellscape. The horror that Earth could have faced. But still could face. It reveals the deeper and darker enemy, beyong Steppenwolf looming just beneath the surface.

A sinister tune plays, as we see the victorious Justice League looking back at them. The portal then closes. Although a victory, we can’t help but wonder what the demonic and powerful entities, far more powerful than Steppenwolf, have in store for Earth’s future.

The Knightmare vision being apart of that future. It's set up from BvS to the very end of Justice League. It's a very intriguing part of Snyder’s vision. The moment where you can link up and see the connections between all the post-credit scenes and the “premonitions” is an epiphanic moment. It’s a whole other narrative on its own that you can analyse, hypothesize and discuss. It’s a very intriguing/exciting concept to think of what would have been Snyder’s future movie where Barry (as we saw previously reverse time) goes back to warn Bruce that “Lois Lane is the key”, to avoid the whole disastrous scenario. We can gather that he is referencing what we see at the end of Snyder's cut, Superman turned evil. The death of Lois Lane, whose skeleton we saw Superman cradle previously, we can assume had a hand in that, and possibly the Anti-Life equation too. It's an incredible narrative, and there are few things I would love more than seeing the Snyderverse come to life on this epic scale again.

We also finally get a glimpse of Snyder’s joker. A very exciting moment for me. Seeing any new iteration of the Joker is an exciting moment. Could Jared Leto somehow redeem himself?

Well, it sure was infinitely times better than the Suicide Squad rendition. This Joker was actually eerie and unsettling. I felt almost uneasy watching these scenes, and his odd laugh caused shivers to form down my spine. Jokers comments about “boy wonder”, whom we find out was indeed Bruce’s adoptive son, were heartbreaking (I believe he was actually referring to Dick instead of Jason surprisingly as his grave was once seen in a previous movie) Leaving me holding my breath, wondering what Bruce would say next, or what other wretched thing Joker could say. Of course the "reach around" comment was a bit off, but I’ll just brush over that.

We also learnt of Arthur Curry’s death, Harley Quinn’s death. Proving that Snyder had such a colossal plans for all the characters, dead and alive.

It’s a poignant feeling; to see this incredible, vast narrative, just beneath the surface, unfold. Knowing that we won’t be able to see it fully developed. As of now.

While watching these two completely different cuts of the same movie; it occurred to me and I am sure many other people, that attempting to produce such an in depth narrative intensive movie on the small scale that Whedon attempted, will commonly end in a painful, empty and superficial representation. Or maybe that really was just Whedon's vision.

As the epilogue ended, the credits rolled. Hallelujah began playing, sung by Allison Crowe. And as they rolled, in big letters the words; "For Autumn" took center focus. White against black. Clear as day. Like a bus, it hit hard. The reason I was sitting on that couch finally having the great honour to watch such a film. The courage it must have taken to continue and finish such a project is beyond admirable, it's heroic. Also non-profit. It only further proves what we already knew, that the intentions were pure, as no one ever doubted.

Also acknowledging the giant billboard on one of the buildings promoting the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. A very important cause, especially to the Snyder’s. To date fans have raised over half a million dollars to the AFSP in honour of Autumn. A truly incredible feat.

When looking at the two movies side by side, it blows my mind to see the difference that I do. The emotion, meaning, the depth. It all just made sense in Snyder's cut. The emotion was palpable, absolutley unmistakable. Things mattered more. The people mattered more. There were reasons, and purpose. It was a genuine journey for every one of the characters, and I felt it. There were so many little scenes that made so much difference that added depth and meaning, emotion.

And I cannot say such words for Whedon, though I won’t put all the blame on him. Warner Bros. is about equally responsible. .

The true, original and intended Justice League; expatiated heroes, people, stories and journeys coming together on a grandiose scale, executed with passion and care. But also giving us a bittersweet taste of Snyder’s epic trilogy that could have been.

The end of the saga; and the rest of Snyder’s visions, are left unfulfilled; as of now. But regardless, remains as one of the things I hope to see come to life. Watching this movie, and the feeling I had during and afterward is indescribable. I want to say a massive congratulations to Zack Snyder. The film was beyond breathtaking. It really is so special and it will forever have an important place in my heart.

Though I think the most important thing to take away from the Snyder's incredible work is Autumn's story.

Thank you Zack Snyder.

For Autumn.

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