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psychwxrdd · 4 months

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could you write for dark!donnie with a corruption kink?? i’m so in love with him 😞

omggg me too babe 😭 i'd let him ruin my life tbh

corruption

🎀 warnings: 18+, corruption kink, innocence kink, dark! donnie, bimbo! reader, gaslight, rough sex, dub con, i could put a few more but just be aware that this is really filthy lmao i got way too excited while writing

donnie and you were dating for almost 6 months, and it was all going extremely fine. he was anything you always wanted in a boyfriend, he was protective, loving, treated you like a princess, was totally and completely obsessed with you. anyone knew better than to even stare at your direction cause they knew how donnie would react when the topic was you.

yet, you guys haven't had sex yet. you were still a virgin, not sure if you were ready to take a bigger step, and you were both only 18. it wasn't like you had a mature view of anything, needless to say, sex. donnie also told you several times that he would wait as much as it needed, because he didn't wanted his little girl to lose her purity. but that was what he told you.

it wasn't what he thought, tho. donnie had so many dirty, terrible thoughts about you. he was always trying not to get hard but you were constantly on his mind, teasing him. he wanted nothing more than to turn you into his own slut. he wanted to hear your sweet voice telling him the dirtiest things he could think of. he wanted you to feel desperated for him. and he decided he would have his dreams to come true.

"my day really sucked" you said, laying in your boyfriend's bed while he was searching for the dvd of an horror movie. it was friday night, it was halloween week and you were both not in the mood to go to any party, donnie said he much rather spend with you than in a "loud ass party full of assholes".

"yeah?" he stared at you, with a concerned expression. "was it anything in particular?"

"not at all, i was just really sad. couldn't wait to leave school" you spoke softly. donnie then stopped what he was doing to come sit by your side in bed, placing your head on his lap to give you a forehead kiss. "so glad i'm here with you now"

donnie smiled, you could see his eyes brighten with those words. he caressed your hair and your face, his fingers moving to your cheeks and jaw. "i'm glad you're here too, baby. i really wish you could be by my side all the time... i don't hear or see frank when i'm around you."

his fingers then went to your lips, pressing softly, and you didn't knew why, but you felt like opening your mouth in that moment. it was just intimate.

"but i do hear these...these voices in my head, that i-" donnie stopped for a moment and you stares at him, seeing his eyebrows frowning "i hear these voices telling me i should hurt you, baby."

you frozed slightly, not sure if you heard him correctly. "what do you mean, don?"

he sighed, looking sad. "i hear these voices telling me i should hurt the ones i love... that the only way i could stop something bad from happening to me is...to make something bad happen to a loved one instead."

he covered his face with both hands, as if he wanted to hide tears. you felt your heart so broken in that moment, you hated to see him suffering like this. you wish this could happen to you instead.

"baby..." you sat, in the middle of his legs, putting hours hands on his arms. "this is not your fault. really"

he looked at you with those puppy eyes you loved so much.

"is there something i could do to help you?" you asked, worried. donnie seemed to think for a while.

"maybe if i... if i did something bad to you, that you consented me to." he placed your hair behind your ears. you were curious about it, but you felt happy you could help him somehow.

"you have something in mind? i mean... you can give me a pinch, just not too hard"

he chuckled at your words. "i have an idea, actually. what do you think about giving me consent to ruin you?" he said with a slight grin, and you didn't knew how to respond. how would he even ruin you? was sex that sinfull?

you stayed quiet for a few seconds, avoiding eye contact with him, but he grabbed your chin softly, making you stare at his eyes.

"hey, it's okay baby... i promise i'll make you feel really good. and if you don't like it we can stop, huh?" he pressed a few kisses around your face, holding it with both hands. "but then i'll keep having these horrible thoughts, and i'll have to find a way to make something worse."

his words were awfull, but his voice was so sweet...it didn't sound like a threat to you. donnie would never hurt you, right? he promised that a thousand times. you trusted him.

"ok." you said almost in a whisper. his eyes widened a bit.

"ok? yeah? right now?"

"yeah don... i want you to feel better. you can do it to me."

he smiled big, so big. you loved his smile, so you smiled as well. he waste no time to give you a passionate, loving kiss.

he rolled you two on bed, him being on top of you. the passionate kiss didn't take long to become sloppy and hot. his hands that were just holding your face minutes before, were now holding your neck, not tight enough to choke, but enough to make you feel the pressure and gasp a bit for air.

his tongue felt so good against yours, kissing him like that... it made you feel things that you were ashamed to say out loud. felt likes butterflies all over your stomach, but lower, and better.

you wanted to let out a sound, to say his name, but you didn't.

he let go of your throat to move his hands all over your body, much different from you, he didn't seemed to feel ashamed about his own needs.

"you're so fucking sexy" he told you as he roughly took your shirt off "had to jerk off so many times just by imagining these boobs on my mouth"

he then put your bra down and quickly sucked your nipples, making you close your eyes and whimper. that felt extremely good.

donnie made pretty loud noises while sucking on your tits, you were worried that someone else would might hear it and ask what was it. but he didn't, not in the slightest.

"don-"

he grabbed your throat all of sudden, making you gasp, scared.

"shut the fuck up, baby, you talk when i ask you something" he made an intense eye contact, know you knew that he wasn't playing. his blue eyes looked pretty more dark, it was scary. "come here, get on your knees."

you felt scared of what he would do if you didn't, but at the same time, that fear turned you on. you did as he told, hearing the sound of him unzipping his pants.

"look so fucking gorgeous like this..." he could groan at the sight of you in your knees for him, so close to his cock. as he pull out, your eyes grow big at his size.

you didn't said anything tho, remembering you were supposed to stay quiet unless spoken to.

"open that pretty mouth f'me"

opening up as wide as you could, he caressed your chin. "thats my good girl"

he shoved his tip inside your lips and groaned, he wanted to be nice cause he loved you, but there was no way he could held himself back. what a pity.

donnie's cock hitted the back of your throat and you gagged so hard you thought you would throw up, but you didn't. your eyes were full of tears.

"shhh, it's okay baby. breath through your nose, fine?" you nodded slightly, saliva and tears running all over your face already. donnie loved how even your gag sounded lovely, he wanted to get you to make more of these.

he fucked your mouth harshly, and you would be lying if you say you weren't enjoying. it was uncomfortable, but so hot at the same time. so hot that you started moaning.

"like sucking my dick?" he asked, slapping your cheek softly, staring at your pretty eyes full of tears and lust. he couldn't hold any longer. "shit, fucking slut"

he came deeply inside your throat, and you had no choice other than to swallow. you didn't liked how it tasted, you wanted to spit it.

when donnie noticed it, he held your cheeks tightly "uh uh, swallow all of it"

tears were still falling, but you did as he told you. "good girl."

donnie carried you on his arms, placing you roughly on his bed, ass up and face down. "fucking nice ass, goddamn it"

he grabbed and slapped your ass, stroking his cock. he caressed his fingers on your clit to make sure you were wet enough.

"i wanted to eat that soaked pussy but my dick is still too hard right now honey, have to break you"

you were ready for the pain, considering you were still a virgin and he was fucking big, but as he put it inside, you could tolerate it.

"go slow, donnie" you searched for his body, placing your hand on his chest, and he held your hand sweetly.

"won't move till you tell me to"

you breathed, feeling so horny... you wanted him to move, but at the same time, you knew if he did that in that second it would make you feel a lot of pain.

donnie, behind you, were controlling himself in the best way he could to not rail the shit out of you. he wanted to corrupt you, and he wanted you to feel pain, but in a way that it would have you begging for more, screaming his name and turning into a slut. he didn't wanted it to hurt in a bad way.

a few more minutes and you were telling him to move, as it started to feel really good. donnie groaned when he hitted all his way inside you, feeling like this was the closest he would ever be to heaven.

"oh my god... move, donnie, please" you moaned in a desperated, slutty tone, and that was it for him. he started fucking you as if there was no tomorrow.

he rammed your head against his pillow and held your hair and throat, going harder and harder in each thrust. you were moaning, whimpering, crying, almost screaming and laughing at the same time, you didn't knew anything could ever feel this good.

your pussy was extremely wet, mixing with his pre cum, so everything felt even better. thats when you thought if he had a condom on.

"donnie..." you tried to say, but it was impossible. he was also groaning and too fucked out in his own pleasure to answer.

you also thought about his family, what if they were still upstair and heard this?

but if you still had any upcoming thoughts, they easily gone away when donnie hitted a very sensible spot inside you, making you scream in pleasure.

"yeah, right there!"

"fuck baby, your screams are driving me crazy" donnie was now against your back, holding your face to give you a messy kiss. he played with your clit in a fast rhythm, it was all too much. he was trully fucking you dumb.

"tell me your mine, y/n" he whispered in your ear, and you put your hands on his hair.

"i- i'm...yours..." you say, struggling.

"whats it, sweet thing? already cock drunk? got you addicted?" he smirked, not remembering the last time in his life that he felt so happy. "first time being fucked and i already turned you into my little slut."

you camed so hard you thought you would fall down, but he held you strongly. not even a second later, cumming inside you.

"shit..." he groaned. it felt so good to come inside your pussy. he mocked you saying you were already addicted, but in reality he was the one who already could never lever live without that pussy anymore.

you both felt on bed, hugging each other and breathing harshly. he held your head on his chest, caressing your hair. you chuckled, feeling relaxed by your orgasm.

"i still wanna eat your pussy, baby... been fucking starving from how much i wanna taste you"

"don, i'm fucked out."

he laughed at your words. you weren't one to say bad words, ever.

"i'm sure that any bad thought could go away if i gave you enough orgasms to pass out."

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 months

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can I get 16 and 19 with charlie

16. ‘’The nerd never gets the hot girl, that’s just the way it is.’’ + 19. ‘’I never said I didn’t want to kiss you.’’

SCREAM WEEK PT 2/7

This is my first time writing for Charlie, please don't let this flop. He is not as popular as the other Ghostfaces, but I'm a sucker for horror movie nerds

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Kirby shifted beside you, trying to not fall asleep as the movie continued playing on the TV. ‘’When this one ends, I’m going home. I promised myself I would never watch this monstrosity again, but here we are.’’ She took the almost empty bowl of popcorn to keep herself busy and awake.

The Curse of Michael Myers wasn’t the best of the franchise, but it was part of it and you were doing a Halloween marathon.

‘’What? Come on, Kirby. It’s not even midnight!’’ you protested, not wanting her to leave yet. ‘’The next one if H20. It has its flaws, but it also has Jamie Lee Curtis going after Michael with an axe.’’

Kirby hesitated, clearly torn. ‘’I don’t know…’’

‘’And you promised to drive me home,’’ you reminded her. ‘’I don’t want to leave yet. We have at least two more to go.’’

‘’Four if we include the Rob Zombie remakes,’’ Charlie chimed in from the armchair.

You almost forgot those two.

‘’I’m not sitting through four more movies. My ass is starting to meld with this couch,’’ the blonde grumbled.

You rolled your eyes. It wasn’t the most comfortable couch, but at least it was bigger than Robbie’s. The last time you tried to have a movie night at his house, three people had to sit on the floor.

‘’I can walk you home if you want?’’ Charlie offered, secretly not wanting you to leave yet.

When the movie ended, Charlie went to the kitchen for drinks while you were switching the DVDs. He had a hefty collection above the television, which you were slightly jealous of. He even owned expensive collector pieces — counting a Jigsaw puppet —, but they were upstairs in his bedroom.

‘’Did you set it up?’’ Charlie asked, returning to the living room.

You hummed, grabbing the throw blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over your lap. It wasn’t cold, but you liked the feeling of it on your skin.

Charlie handed you your drink and went to sit back on the armchair, you stopped him. ‘’You don’t have to sit all the way there, Kirby’s spot is free.’’

Without thinking it through, Charlie sat beside you, momentarily forgetting that he gets sweaty and nervous when he’s close to you. God, he felt like such a loser.

The movie started, and the familiar Halloween theme music echoed through the speakers.

Toward the middle of the movie, you were both quoting the movie and laughing. It wasn’t your first time seeing it. Nor your second.

Although you had been in the same friend group since Sophomore year, it was rare that you were hanging out alone with Charlie. He and Robbie were inseparable, and you tended to spend most of your time with Kirby and Olivia. Outside of your passion for horror movies, you didn’t have much in common. You weren’t even from the social scale at school.

Absent-mindedly, you had moved closer to him. You didn’t know when or how, but Charlie, on the other hand, did notice and shifted uncomfortably, feeling the warmth radiating from your body beside him. He could smell the faintest notes of your perfume, making him realize that if he was close enough to kiss you. But he couldn’t do that. Instead, he took a sip of his drink, trying to quiet his thoughts.

‘’She’s going after him!’’ You grabbed Charlie’s arm in excitement as you watched Jamie Lee break the glass and take the axe. ‘’Go Laurie! Chop his head off!’’ you said at the screen despite already knowing what will happen.

Charlie's gaze flickered between you and the TV, savoring the moments in your company. When would he get another night like this?

‘’There’s no way he can return after that.’’

‘’Yet he does,’’ Charlie said as the credits rolled in. ‘’They briefly explain in Resurrection that Laurie killed the wrong person on Halloween night, thinking it was Michael Myers. It was a paramedic. Personally, I think that’s farfetched. They should have let him die.’’

You twisted your torso to look at Charlie. ‘’But that’s the thing with Michael. He always comes back.’’

‘’I actually have a theory about that,’’ Charlie began, leaning closer to you as if sharing a secret. ‘’It’s the mask that makes him impossible to kill. Have you noticed that he always wears it when they proclaim him as ‘dead’? It’s probably cursed or something. That’s how he keeps surviving. They should take his mask off, and then chop his head.’’

‘’Like Jason and the Crystal lake? They always dump him back in the lake when he dies,’’ you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Charlie grinned. ‘’Exactly!’’

He should get up and switch the DVD, but his eyes glanced down at your pink lips, looking soft and inviting. Charlie knew the outcome wouldn’t be the one he dreamed about, but he leaned in anyway, his lips drawing closer to yours. But before they could touch, you pulled back to dodge his kiss.

‘’Charlie…’’ you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Embarrassment rushed through his body, his gaze dropping to the floor knowing that things would never be quite the same after this. ‘’Eh, sorry, I shouldn’t have. I should have known.’’ He shook his head, forcing a laugh. ‘’The nerd never gets the hot girl, that’s just the way it is…’’

Awkwardness filled the room, neither of you speaking for several minutes.

‘’I…I’m gonna go switch the movie.’’

Left alone on the couch, you bit your bottom lip. Why didn’t you let him kiss you? You dodged his kiss by pure instinct. Because Charlie was different from the guys you dated, but different isn't always bad. You had a great time tonight in his company. He was sweet, caring, and you liked how passionate he was about the things he loved.

Your eyes watched him carefully put the movie back into its case and take out the next. His movements were slower, dreading to return to his seat.

‘’Charlie?’’

‘’Do you want another drink? Or popcorn? I could go make another round of popcorn—’’

‘’Charlie,’’ you repeated. ‘’Just come sit.’’

He pressed the button to slide the DVD back in the player, then returned to the couch. His heart was pounding in his chest, unable to shake off the embarrassment of his failed attempt at a kiss. He wanted the cushions to swallow him like they did to Glen in Nightmare on Elm street.

‘’Charlie, I'm sorry I pulled away earlier,’’ you began softly, not wanting to make things any more awkward.

‘’It’s fine,’’ he brushed off, grabbing the remote and pressing ‘play’.

‘’It’s not.’’ You shifted to sit sideways, trying to get Charlie’s attention. ‘’Can we try it again? I want to change the ending.’’

His eyebrows furrowed in surprise, a mixture of disbelief and hope swirling in them. ‘’What?’’

‘’Kiss me.’’

Air got stuck in Charlie’s throat. No way you were being serious. ‘’You’re fucking with me…’’

You cupped the back of his neck and leaned in slowly. ‘’I never said I didn’t want to kiss you,’’ you whispered, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear as you looked into his blue eyes. ‘’You just…took me by surprise.’’

Unlike in his dreams, Charlie didn't wake up, you pressed your lips against his.

You tried to keep the kiss soft and controlled, but Charlie wanted more. His hand found your hips, gently gripping them as he slipped his tongue past your lips, no longer interested in watching the movie that just began. You let your hands wander from his shoulder to his hair, pulling at the roots and eliciting sweet noises from him. He clung to you for dear life, air escaping his lungs and soon finding himself out of breath, but he couldn’t stop kissing you. You were like a drug, and he wanted more.

‘’No,’’ Charlie whined when you broke the kiss. He attempted to chase after your lips, but you kissed along his jawline, nipping and nibbling a trail from his ear down the column of his neck. ‘’Aah, fuck.’’

You smiled against his skin, loving how responsive he was.

Grabbing at the front of his unbuttoned plaid shirt, you pulled him with you as you leaned against the armrest of the couch. Charlie settled into your widespread legs, shifting so he wouldn’t press his whole body weight on you.

‘’See, sometimes the nerd does get the hot girl.’’

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rottingbricks · 5 months

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3000+ Word Rant On Why Boris and Theo Are Endgame and Had a Romantic Connection ✯

Forever and always will believe Theo and Boris are soulmates and they got married and lived their life together. (Maybe that's too much. Let me just explain why they have a very deep relationship)

Where do I start? So for one Boris was Theo's first kiss and sexual partner. They had a deep connection, felt safe with one another, and were practically inseparable. It's explained that Boris basically lived with Theo and was hardly ever at his own house. They also looked out for each other, Theo cleaned Boris' wounds after being beaten by his father and Boris comforted Theo on the loss of his mother —Here's a quote from the book; "And I suppose if either of us had lived in an even halfway normal household, with curfews and chores and adult supervision, we wouldn't have become quite so inseparable, so fast, but almost from that day we were together all the time.” (Tartt, chapter 5, section 12)

WHY THEO LIKES BORIS (YOUNGER) Everything is great between Theo and Boris but when Boris meets a girl: Kotku, it all goes to shit. But the way Theo responds to it is very telling. First off, Theo reflects on good moments with Boris after Boris got so wrapped up with Kotku; “I told myself I didn't miss him, but I did. I got stoned alone, watched Adult Access and the Playboy channel, read Grapes of Wrath and The House of the Seven Gables which seemed as if they had to be tied for the most boring book ever written, and what felt like thousands of hours—time enough to learn Danish or play the guitar if I've been trying—fooled around in the street with a fucked-up skateboard Boris and I had found in one of the foreclosed houses down the block. I went to swim-team parties with Hadley—no drinking parties with parents present—and on the weekends, attended parents-away parties of kids I barely knew, Xanax bars and Jagermeister shots, riding home on the hissing CAT bus at two a.m. so fucked up I had to hold the seat in the front of me to keep from falling out in the aisle. After school, if I was bored, it was easy enough to go hang out with one of the big lackadaisical stoner crowds who floated around between Del Taco and the kiddie arcades on the Strip. But I was still lonely. It was Boris I missed, the whole impulsive mess of him: gloomy, reckless, hot-tempered, appallingly thoughtless. Boris pale and pasty, with his shoplifted apples and his Russian language novels, gnawed-down fingernails and shoelaces dragging in the dust. Boris—budding alcoholic, fluent cursor in four languages—who snatched food from my plate when he felt like it and nodded off drunk on the floor, face red like he'd been slapped. Even when he took things without asking, as he all too frequently did—little things are always disappearing, DVDs and school supplies for my locker, more than once I'd caught him going through my pockets for money—his own possessions meant so little to him that somehow it wasn't stealing; whenever he came into cash himself, he split it with me down the middle and anything that belonged to him, he gave me gladly if I asked for it. (and sometimes when I didn't, as when Mr. Pavlovsky’s gold lighter, which I admired in passing, turned up in the outside pocket of my backpack)” (Tartt, chapter 6, section 4)

Theo took note that Boris was very physically touchy and that it made him a little bit nervous; “The funny thing: I’d worried if anything, that Boris was the one who was a little too affectionate, if affectionate is the right word. The first time he’d turned in bed and draped an arm over my waist, I lay there half-asleep for a moment, not knowing what to do: staring at my old socks on the floor, empty beer bottles, my paper-backed copy of The Red Badge of Courage. At last—embarrassed—I faked a yawn and tried to roll away, but instead, he sighed and pulled me closer, with a sleepy, snuggling motion. Ssh, Potter, he whispered, into the back of my neck. Is only me.” (Tartt, chapter 6, section 4) Then, Theo has a little gay panic — because of Boris being so affectionate; “It was weird. Was it weird? It was; and it wasnt. I’d fallen back to sleep shortly after, lulled by his bitter, beery unwashed smell and his breath easy in my ear. I was aware I couldn't explain it without making it sound like more than it was.” (Tartt) Near the end, Theo tries to play it off that what was happening between the two wasnt romantic, If Theo wasnt thinking of Boris in a romantic way why would he even be written to question or worry that they could come off in such a way? The fact Theo is worrying about it so much can only lead me to believe that Theo does think of Boris in a romantic light and is trying to deny it. Theo continues to explain ways Boris was affectionate towards him, further deepening the connection between the two of them; “On nights I woke strangled with fear there he was, catching me when I startled up terrified from the bed, pulling me back down in the covers beside him, muttering in nonsense Polish, his voice throaty and strange with sleep. We’d drowse off in each other's arms, listening to music from my Ipod.”

Then, the final nail in the coffin, Theo recalls the nights when he and Boris would partake in closer intimacy; “And yet (this was the murky part, this was what bothered me) there had also been other, way more confusing and fucked-up nights, grappling around half-dressed, weak light sliding in from the bathroom and everything haloed and unstable without my glasses: hands on each other, rough and fast, kicked-over beers foaming on the carpet—fun and not that big of a deal when it was actually happening, more than worth it for the sharp gasp when my eyes rolled back and I forgot about everything;” (Tartt) Afterwards, Theo mentions Boris and him never spoke of those nights, and that if people found out they were having sex they would; “think the wrong thing if they knew,”. However, Theo thought about those strange nights a lot and they clouded his mind at times, but, for Boris, it didn't seem like that. Theo notes Boris seemed unbothered by those nights; “But all the same he [Boris] seemed so completely untroubled by it that I was fairly sure it was just a laugh, nothing to take too seriously or get worked up about,” (Tartt) Since Theo uses multiple ways to get the ‘it's not a big deal’ point across. Saying it was a laugh, not serious, nothing to get worked up over, and uses all that when he's just going off of how Boris thinks and reacts to those nights. It can make the reader think that Theo, in contrast, does think of those nights in a serious, worked-up way. To further prove my point Theo was urged to discuss those nights with Boris, so he didn't ‘have the wrong idea’; “More than once, I had wondered if I should step up my nerve and say something: draw some sort of line, make things clear, just to make absolutely sure he didn't have the wrong idea.” (Tartt) Theo gets defensive over the thought of those nights, more importantly, the thought that Boris viewed those nights as something more, something romantic. This is even further pushing my earlier statement that a person who sees these moments as not romantic wouldn't be written to be worrying that it is romantic or that the other person sees it as romantic. So the fact Theo is worrying so greatly that these nights could even possibly be interpreted as romantic (especially when Boris isn't doing the same) can only have me further believing that it's because Theos is trying to deny or block out the actual romantic feelings he is having. Theo is so obsessive on this romantic or not topic that it comes off like Theo has a fear of becoming an orientation that he believes he isn't and that bleeds into internalized homophobia. Theo ends off this recall moment by stating; “I hated how much I missed him.” (Tartt)

There's another moment when Theo is thinking about how Boris is constantly around Kotku and hardly ever with Theo anymore. Theo tries to reassure himself; “But who cared what crappy girl Boris liked? Weren’t we still friends? Brothers practically?” (Tartt) Theo says he and Boris have a brother-like companionship, this, out of context is weird to use to prove my point that they are romantic. But considering all the context provided above this can once again be Theo trying to find an excuse to prove to himself that he and Boris aren't romantic. It's also obvious they aren't brotherly because the two are litterally having sex. In addition to this, right after that quote Theo admits; “Then again: there was not exactly a word for Boris and me.” (Tartt)

Finally, when Theo leaves Vegas he is rambling, trying to convince Boris to come with him, when; “I was still babbling when Boris said: “Potter.” Before I could answer him he put both hands on my face and kissed me on the mouth.” Shortly after. Once Theo is in the taxi he thinks to himself and admits to himself; “I'd stop myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street—which was, of course, I love you.” (Tartt, chapter 6, section 19)

WHY BORIS LIKES THEO (YOUNGER) All the content that is romantic between Theo and Boris is most of the time, if not always, initiated by Boris. Boris was the one who draped his arm around Theo, Boris was the one who pulled Theo closer when he rolled away, Boris was the one who cuddled Theo, Boris was the one who calmed Theo down from nightmares, Boris is the one who kissed Theo on the mouth while he had a girlfriend. Undoubtedly, all these things are romantic. Especially since these moments are told through Theo's perspective, who is interpreting these things as romantic, which rubs off on the reader.

When Theo is leaving Vegas and getting in the taxi, Boris hums the song "After Hours" by The Velvet Underground which is a band Theo and Boris listened to together. He hums a specific part of the song where the lyrics sing; "But if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again" My interpretation of those lyrics in the scene’s context is: “But if you close the door” = If Theo doesnt leave Vegas. Correspondingly, those lyrics about closing a door means closing the door is giving privacy and leaving the character alone with someone they love. Another thing to mention, before those lyrics take place these lyrics are in the song; "Oh, someday, I know someone will look into my eyes and say, 'Hello, you're my very special one'" All of this feels very intentional. When songs and SPECIFIC lyrics are mentioned in novels it's always to convey something and those lyrics are just very romantic and are also about whether the character is going to choose to be alone or be with someone. Considering the lyrics are hummed by Boris right when Theo is leaving him is very telling. It's also to convey that Boris is debating whether to leave with Theo or not.

Everything I just mentioned was the Vegas era when they were teenagers, I will now discuss when they are adults.

WHY THEO AND BORIS JUST MAKE SENSE (OLDER) Now that Theo has lived and been with more people than Boris I will break down Theo's love interests and explain why they aren't good for Theo and why Boris ends up being the best outcome.

KITSEY: Kitsey is Theo's fiance whom Theo cheating on while Kitsey is also cheating on him. Theo is having affairs and hookups with pretty much random women. Kitsey is having an affair with Tom Cable, an old fake friend of Theo's who was the reason why Theo and his mother were leaving the house the day of the bombing. Once Theo witnesses the two kissing in secret he confronts Kitsey, this ends with Kitsey gaslighting Theo to stay in the relationship for the happiness of Mrs. Barbour rather than themselves. Kitsey also admits their ‘love’ has always been head not heart, that they get along well but neither is in love with the other.

PIPPA: Pippa was another victim in the bombing in lost her uncle, this led to her and Theo crossing paths as young teenagers. Finding comfort within shared traumatic experiences. As they grow older Theo begins to romanticize her. Although it's not love, it's more of an obsession if anything. Theo obsesses and overly plans their meetups making sure they are perfect, Theo shows mild jealousy and irritation to Evveret: Pippa's boyfriend, Theo keeps a shirt of Pippa’s without her knowledge, and as creepily as it is..Theo has a lock of Pippa's hair that he took from a trashcan after Pippa cut her bangs in the bathroom. Theo eventually confesses his love for Pippa in a downtown restaurant after seeing a film. He tries to reason that Welty, Pippa's uncle who she lost in the bombing—put Theo exactly where he needed to be at the right time with WHO he needed to be with (aka Pippa and Hobie). Pippa eases Theo into rejection, however, she admits she has a thing for him as well. She begins to explain reasons why the two of them cannot be together: With their shared trauma..if one of them ‘fell’ the other would go right with them as there is no emotional stability between the two, one cannot be there for the other if they can't even support themselves. They are close enough to star-crossed lovers: lovers who are destined to not be together being pulled from one another by outside forces.

If Theo can't have Pippa and doesnt want Kitsey it's reasonable to conclude that Boris is a valid romantic option for Theo. When the two reunite Theo feels alive again after living a boring tucked-away life. He's laughing and enjoying every second with Boris.

BORIS: After years of separation and keeping a secret from Theo news reports come out about how The Goldfinch painting was not ruined in the bombing and is being used as collateral. Boris is under the impression Theo has already unwrapped The Goldfinch years ago and found out what Boris did. With the rise of these news reports guilt rises in Boris that he took the painting from Theo and ended up losing the painting. Boris has a hint that Theo would not want to see Boris ever again and even wants to act violently against Boris for taking the painting from Theo, however, Boris is aware that he must try to fix what he’s done. So, he goes to New York and goes to Hobie's old shop, seeking Theo. When Theo isn't there to be found Boris is sure he’ll never see Theo again, but they happen to run into each other later in the night outside a bar. They then spend the night till 4am talking and catching up. Theo admits in college he took a conversational Russian class because it made him think of Boris. Boris admits Theo was the only boy he's ever been in bed with—but brushes it off as they were desperate teenagers in need of girls..but that doesnt make sense as Boris has a girlfriend, Kyoto- and he was talking to girls before her too. He wasnt partaking in sex with Theo out of desperation for pleasure by any means. -- Boris then says he thinks that Theo thought their relationship back then was ‘something else’, after saying this Theo gets upset and begins to leave the table. Within this mix, Boris apologizes for what he did to Theo all those years ago and he deeply regrets it, Theo is confused about what he is speaking about and Boris is shocked that after all these years he’s never unwrapped the painting. Leaving Boris to admit what he did with the painting with picture proof. Boris wants to apologize to Theo and attempt to find the painting— for Theo.

In the hunt to regain the painting, Boris interrupts Theo and Kitsey's engagement party to take Theo onto a flight to Amsterdam. After some bickering..Theo agrees and says goodbye to Kisey and packs his bags with a nice suit and lots of money. — Boris arranges a meetup with the holders of the painting, but the sellers seem suspicious as they are missing one of their men and one of the men gets away after Boris and his crew pull guns on the men. — Boris and Theo successfully retrieve the painting, Boris taking note of how Theo has his bird once again — But when returning to the parking garage to leave the two men who were absent earlier and one new man arrive with guns pointed, two of these men are killed by Theo and Boris but one man gets away with the painting — The next few days Theo is sent into a deep depression in his hotel room….however this ends differently varying from book to movie. In the book, Theo is urged to turn himself in to the police for murder … In the movie, Theo goes through with a suicide attempt by overdose but is forced to throw up the drugs later by Boris. Both versions end with Boris interrupting, calming Theo down, and telling the good news that he tracked the painting down in a house holding many more missing paintings and he sent in an anonymous tip to the police on these paintings and their location. Boris splits the reward money between his crew, Theo, and himself.

Boris makes a good partner to Theo as they get along, have a close history, make each other feel alive, know the do's and dont's / in's and out's of each other, show each other unconditional care, left a big positive impact on each others lives, and both share a deep love for art and beauty.

#donna tartt #the goldfinch #theo x boris #boris x theo #theo decker #boris pavlikovsky #boreo #book analysis #movie analysis #finn wolfhard #oakes fegley

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because i have a lot of headcanons to do with the kiddads given they are npcs that we dont tend to get much information on, especially in season 2, heres a shit load more! a lot of these are sad because these guys make me sad

- Sparrow starts wearing glasses in Middle School a little after they get back from Faerun, Terry Jr. starts wearing glasses when he gets to his 30's, and Grant started wearing glasses when he was in Elementary school

- When Nicholas starts to remember stuff from the Nick timeline, (basically 'becoming' Nicky if you will) scars he'd gotten from stuff in that timeline start showing up on his body, notably one is a burn scar on one of his hands from him spilling acid on it in s1 ep 34

- Lark has very scarred hands from when he was buried in the rubble in Neverwinter, though his mobility stayed relatively the same because of how quickly the wounds were healed, there was a lot of left behind scar tissue

- Sparrow has a scar across his mouth from when he was latched onto Boreanaz by his teeth when the pyramid fell

- Grant takes video games way too seriously and has in fact made his friends cry over it (Most specifically Sparrow and TJ)

- Terry didn't tell any of the other kiddads how he was going to die, just that he knew how

- Terry also knew Grant was going to be the one to kill him, but he never mentioned it, Grant was very confused on why all of a sudden TJ was becoming distant

- And he found out how he was going to die before he met Veronica, so when he met Scary he almost debated not marrying Veronica, not because he thought it would prevent his death but because he wanted to spare Scary of that pain

- Lark is incredibly confused like half the time (with basically anything) and to cover it up he usually acts stoic and tough

- Nicky is the type of person to do anything if someone phrases it like "bet you wont do *insert thing here*" no matter what it is

- Sparrow has a ton of tattoos that Nicky did for him

- Lark is colorblind but hasn't told anyone because he's too embarrassed to admit it

- For Grant and Marco's one year anniversary the kiddads all got them Titanic themed gifts, (Nicky got them sixteen dvd copies of the movie, they dont own a dvd player)

- Terry was Nicky's best man at his wedding, and Nicky was going to be Terry's best man but the betrayal happened before Terry even met Veronica,

- to add onto the angst none of the kiddads attended the wedding because it was after code purple and after they'd decided not to be involved in eachother's personal lives outside of D.A.D.D.I.E.S.

- to make this at least a little funny Veronica just doesn't think Terry has any friends-

- On the topic of weddings, Lark got so drunk at Sparrow's wedding that for his best man speech he just started reciting the Declaration of Independence (he opened the wrong tab on his phone and didnt notice)

- Grant has claustrophobia (from being inside the chimera)

- Lark used to be way better at pretending to be Sparrow but now he lacks too much spirit and gives up way too quickly for it to be convincing to most people

- Terry Jr. is extremely gullible and is usually the one Nicky would prank and trick the most just because literally everything works on him

- Nicky activated the sprinkler system at D.A.D.D.I.E.S. so much they took it out

- Terry used to talk to Jerry the Whale like he was his therapist

- Nicky would take a bunch of polaroids of the other kiddads all the time, he kept a photo album at his desk at D.A.D.D.I.E.S., it still sits there because none of the kiddads had the heart to clean it out

- Terry had beef with Darryl for a while as a teenager, for literally no reason (it was probably because he still had a lot of emotions and didn't no where to put them so he decided to just hate on his friend's dad)

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List of Direct Pop Culture References in Season 1 of Jujutsu Kaisen

I kept trying to find a comprehensive list somewhere but couldn't. So, here's one for me.

Ninja Warrior and Mirko Cro Crop (Ep1)

Sasuke, or Ninja Warrior as it's known as in multiple incarnations, is a sports reality show in which competitors attempt to complete a four-stage obstacle course.

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Mirko Cro Crop is the ring name of Croatian mixed martial artist and kickboxer Mirko Filipović. And yes, Sasaki-senpai does clarify that Mirko's not dead.

Jennifer Lawrence (Ep2)

This one is possibly the most infamous reference in JJK actually. Of course, Yuuji is referring to American actress, Jennifer Lawrence. Gege Akutami said in the fanbook Yuuji became her fan after seeing Silver Linings Playbook (2012).

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Super Smash Bros. (Ep5)

When the second years first ask Nobara and Megumi to participate in the Kyoto School Goodwill Exchange Event, Nobara's first thought is a Smash Bros. tournament. She'll use Meteor Smash so you can't get back up. All the better if it's the Wii version.

Onita (Ep6)

When Yuuji first starts lamenting his lack of ability to use a Curse Technique, Gojo cuts in that Yuuji can use a power bomb. Because it's something Japanese wrestler Atsushi Onita (who is not a sorcerer as far as we know) can do anyway.

Shonen power techniques (Ep6 cont.)

Yuuji then proceeds to list several other abilities from other shonen series. The Spirit Gun from Yu Yu Hakusho, Bankai from Bleach, and Dodon Ray and Kamehameha from Dragon Ball.

Lord of the Rings (Ep7)

For his training on controlling Cursed Energy, Yuuji is made to watch a variety of movies. For the adaptation, the animators interpreted the cry for Sam as a scene from Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001).

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Actually, in the manga, Akutami was referencing I Am Legend (2007). The movie stars Will Smith and his only companion, a dog named Sam, in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Uh, things don't go well for the dog.

Gojo's other movies (Ch13)

Additionally, there were a few specific movies Akutami had in mind that wasn't carried over to the anime. (Though, honestly, some of these DVD covers in the anime look so familiar and detailed I suspect they are references to other movies. If anyone can identify any of them lmk!)

Anyway, here are the ones we know of in the manga!

Léon: The Professional (1994), The Descent (2005), The Host (2006), The Emperor's Naked Army Marches On (1967). And the movie that Gojo spoils about the super annoying heroine who dies spectacularly at the end is Deep Blue Sea (1999). And yes, if you squint and zoom you can see which dvd has the cover for what movie.

Oikawa Tōru (Ep9)

A blink and you'll miss it stand-in of someone that suspiciously looks like Oikawa Tōru from Haikyuu!!

Castaway (Ep11)

Yuuji makes Junpei laugh when the former unexpectedly recreates the scene from Cast Away (2000) when Tom Hanks' character loses his illusory best friend...

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Neon Genesis Evangelion (Ep11, Juju Stroll)

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This entire Juju Stroll is a parody of Neon Genesis Evangelion episode previews. With shots that are reminiscent of NGE and a dramatic and frantic voiceover. The standout shot to me was the one of Yaga sitting with his hands folded in front of him in classic Gendo Ikari fashion. They even had Yaga sitting over a burning camp stove just so they could get the orange glow reflecting off his glasses. Ha!

Luncheon on the Grass

The full convergence of all the characters was completed by episode 13 in the first opening. The idyllic scene is based off of Luncheon on the Grass (aka Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe) by Claude Monet. I like how Panda is in place of the dog.

I wonder if Todo being half naked here is further reference to the more scandalous, The Luncheon on the Grass, by Édouard Manet which is what Monet's own painting is a direct take on. (That painting depicts a nude woman sitting with two fully dressed gentlemen.) ...Or it could just be Todo being Todo.

Ichiro?! (Ep15)

Utahime, incensed, tells Gojo to respect his senpai! I'm a bit hesitant about this one, but it may be a reference to Ichiro Suzuki jokingly complaining about not being respected as a senpai during the 2009 World Baseball Classic celebration. Baseball is HUGE in Japan, and the celebration looks wild. It may be iconic enough that it can be casually mentioned and most Japanese would know what Yuuji was talking about. Also, considering the Jujutsu Koshien episode about to come up, it may've been foreshadowing. (Found here)

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Sebastian Stan (Ep15, Juju Stroll)

Another famous American celebrity! When asked about her type in episode 15's Juju Stroll, Momo was drooling over a picture of Sebastian Stan. Stan is most well known for playing the Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes in the MCU. I wonder why her answer didn't pass muster with Todo. Maybe she hadn't had the chance?

Pepper (Ep16)

Nobara, smack-talking to Momo, says the Kyoto school have their own "Pepper-kun" that she should turn into scrap. Mechamaru immediately knew she was referring to himself. 😆 Pepper is the semi-humanoid robot that SoftBank introduced at a conference in 2014.

Great Teacher Gojo (Ep18)

Great Teacher Onizuka, aka GTO, is a classic series about a former biker gang member becoming the best teacher to a class of problem children.

Boogie Woogie

Boogie-woogie is a genre of music, but Todo's Cursed Technique, "Boogie Woogie" is specifically a reference to boxer, Muhammad Ali, who was recorded playing boogie-woogie on camera. (Which ties into an even more extensive reference regarding his mentor. But I won't spoil it here for anime-onlys.) I dare say, Todo's attitude may be a bit Ali inspired too. Haha

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Ma-kun of Tohoku (Ep21)

When up to bat during Jujutsu Koshien, Nobara says people call her "the Ma-kun of Tohoku" which... doesn't make sense, since Masahiro Tanaka (affectionately called "Ma-kun" by fans) is already a baseball player for the Tohoku Rakuten Golden Eagles. 😂

Additional trivia: JJK did a collab with the Rakuten Eagles in September of 2022.

Game of Life (Ep24)

And finally, we end the season with some of our villains playing The Game of Life board game. That spinner, colors, and design are pretty unmistakable. Something extra I spotted is that Choso already managed to get married!

*Edit: Had to include this link to officially licensed JJK Game of Life.

Aaand that's everything, I think. But let me know if I missed anything!

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Gojo Satoru's Go Go Gojo! (Ep6)

The Juju Stroll at the end of episode 6 references the Igo/Go game series Hikaru no Go. At the end of Hikaru no Go episodes were post-episode segments called "Umezawa Yukari's Go Go Igo!"

Props to r/sofastsomaybe for pointing this out, because like a fool, I dismissed the Go reference as a coincidence.

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Anne Sullivan, Helen Keller, and Inoki (Ep15)

During Todo's nichijo fantasy of himself and Yuuji, Todo quotes, "What fool thinks of defeat before even trying?" Incorrectly attributing the quote to something teacher Anne Sullivan said to disability activist, Helen Keller. Todo is actually paraphrasing pro-wrestler, mixed martial artist, Antonio Inoki. Who said, "What kind of idiot thinks about losing before [the match]?" during a pre-match interview.

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Seishun Amigo (Ep15)

At the end of that same daydream, with tears and snot streaming down his face, Todo says, "'In our hometown we were invincible,' huh." (地元じゃ負けしらず) Which are a part of lyrics from the popular song, "Seishun Amigo" (青春アミーゴ) by Shūji to Akira. "Seishun" means "youth" and "amigo" of course being the Spanish word for "friend."

Amusingly, I found this JJK fan cover video of the song. Lyrics translation included.

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The two references above were found thanks to Aki Tanaka.

Continued in this reblog chain.

#jujutsu kaisen #hyeahjujutsu #references #pop culture references #jjk meta #meta #呪術廻戦 #long post

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astra-ella · 3 months

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𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

fandom: haikyuu ship: nishinoya yuu x oc/reader status: complete ao3 link

"I think you're really pretty. Will you go out with me?" That was the first thing he's ever said to her. And needless to say, Amari Chiyo was not impressed. So as promised, Nishinoya Yuu will get to know her better and confess again. And again. And again. And again. It'll take 6 years and 9 confessions, but he'll get there. Eventually.

⌦ content: fluff, light angst, love at first sight, friends to lover, slice of life

⌦ note: you are free to insert yourself into Chiyo, just keep in mind she has her own character/backstory. i know some people don't like that, so just a heads-up.

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The fifth time he confessed was a little less than a year later — a few months into their first year of high school.

After a few grueling months of study sessions and a little bit of luck, Nishinoya barely managed to scrape by on the entrance exams. They went to the results board together on that cold winter day, along with Hotaru and Kaito. Neither of the kids were surprised to see Chiyo’s number there, but when Kaito somehow caught Nishinoya’s exam number on the bottom right while perched on his shoulders, they celebrated with so much enthusiasm Kaito nearly lost his balance and fell off.

So when April rolled around, Nishinoya and Chiyo were once again attending the same school. Though with Chiyo’s better grades, she ended up in Class 1-4 – a college preparatory class – while Nishinoya was put in Class 1-2.

The day club applications began, Nishinoya immediately joined the volleyball club. He encouraged Chiyo to join a club of her own or even run to become a class rep again like she had in middle school, but she refused.

Instead, she put all her energy into applying for a part-time job. She was hired at a small media and repair store near school, run by a little old lady and her grumpy calico cat. They sold all kinds of electronics, from old VHS tapes to the newest gaming consoles. They also had a huge catalog of DVDs that the old lady often insisted Chiyo borrow for the week to watch on her own.

Despite the two of them being in different classes and volleyball practice running longer than they did in middle school, Nishinoya’s visits never stopped. He’d drop by after a quick text, eat dinner, do homework, play some volleyball with Kaito, watch a movie then head home for the night. He became such a regular presence that even Chiyo’s father, who was rarely home due to his busy schedule, knew his name and often included his portion whenever he brought back desserts for the kids.

Chiyo would scold him, telling Nishinoya to go home to rest and that his body must be tired after a long day of volleyball and school. To which Nishinoya would simply remind her that he had to return the lunch box she brought him. Something Chiyo started doing after she found out Nishinoya often only bought banana bread for lunch from the school store.

And that day, Chiyo was on her way to the gym as usual. She preferred to deliver his lunch in the mornings, right after she got to school. Like that, she wouldn’t have to spend her lunch time trying to track him down between the classroom, the gym, or the vending machine.

As she climbed the staircase, she could hear the sharp screeches of sneakers scraping against the gym floor. Despite not being a powerhouse school, Karasuno seemed to take volleyball pretty seriously.

“Nishi-”

“Kiyoko-san!” Before she could call out to him, the sound of two boys’ boisterous voices interrupted her. She instinctively hid around the corner so as not to bother them. It took a second before it registered in her head that one of the two voices belonged to Nishinoya.

“Kiyoko-san, do you need any help carrying anything?” Someone asked.

“Kiyoko-san, you look beautiful as always today!” Nishinoya shouted.

“No thanks.”

Chiyo felt her heart drop.

She snapped her head around in time to see Nishinoya and a boy with short, fuzzy blond hair run up to a girl just as she entered the gym from the back door. He wasn’t kidding. With shoulder-length black hair and large black eyes, the girl had an air of adult maturity to her, someone who was stoic and passionate yet aloof with their intentions.

Suddenly, the name Kiyoko jogged her memory. Nishinoya had mentioned her during dinner a few months back when he told her all about the club. Her name was Shimizu Kiyoko and she was their one and only manager.

He spoke highly about her, going on and on about how pretty and responsible she was. But Chiyo had always sort of disregarded his comments. After all, Nishinoya did the same thing with a character in their old literature textbook. But seeing him fawn over another girl, a real one at that, made Chiyo’s heart clench with an emotion she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“Guys, stop bothering- Oh!” An upperclassman with short brown hair approached the gym from behind her. “Hey, are you looking for someone?”

Chiyo blinked. “Um, I’m looking for Nishinoya. I have his lunch.”

“Nishinoya!”

“What is it, Daichi-san, ah!” Nishinoya’s eyes lit up upon seeing her. “Amari!”

As he began to make his way over, Chiyo suddenly felt the urge to run. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach and in the moment, she wanted to be anywhere but there. But she still had his lunch in hand, and there was a part of her that stubbornly wanted to complete the delivery.

“Here,” she shoved the neatly-packed boxed lunch in his hands, not even bothering to make eye contact. “It’s leftovers from last night, so don’t expect too much.”

“I’m sure it’s delicious,” Nishinoya took the box and grinned. “Thanks as always!”

“Noya-san, this girl’s always bringing lunch for you. What’s up with that?” At this point, the boy with blond hair began to approach them. His eyes then widened as an idea dawned on him. “Wait, don’t tell me she’s your girlfriend or something?!”

“She’s-”

“No, I’m not!” Before Nishinoya could respond, Chiyo cut him off perhaps a bit too loudly. “I’m just his middle school classmate. I’m only making him lunch 'cause if I don’t he’s just gonna end up buying banana bread for lunch and be short forever.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You have your lunch now, right?” Meeting Nishinoya’s offended look with a sharp one of her own, Chiyo quickly turned on her heel. “I’m leaving. Bye!”

She walked briskly away, feeling more and more breathless the further away she got from the gym. She wanted to outrun it all, the sound of her beating heart, the emotions that bubbled in her chest and the hot tears that pricked at her eyes. When she saw Kiyoko, all she could think about was the day he first confessed to her under the cherry blossoms nearly three years ago. She had warned him that he would lose interest overtime. But when faced with reality, she felt like she was the one who lost something.

Her steps slowed as she reached her classroom. It then occurred to her that this wasn’t anything new. Nishinoya has been fawning over other girls for as long as she’s known him. And thinking back on it, the only reason he gave for confessing to her initially was because she was pretty, nothing more.

A classmate opened the door, cocking her head curiously at Chiyo who stared up at their classroom tag in a daze.

“Amari-san? What’s wrong?”

Chiyo looked at her.

“Boys are stupid.”

After her shift at the media store that evening, Chiyo was surprised to find Nishinoya waiting outside with two soda-flavored popsicles.

She initially thought that he wouldn’t want to speak to her for at least a good while, after how strangely she behaved in front of his teammates. But to her surprise, he simply gave her his usual greeting and smile before tossing the extra popsicle in her direction.

“Come on, let’s go home.”

“Oh, okay…”

As they set off, Nishinoya tore his popsicle packet open and began chomping down. Chiyo watched him, fidgeting at the sound of crinkling plastic.

“Hey, Nishinoya,” she swallowed hard. “I’m sorry about what I said today.”

He gave her a confused look. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, I… I called you short in front of the entire volleyball team,” she murmured, still refusing to make eye contact. “I didn’t mean it. I was just in a bad mood and I… I’m just really sorry.”

"Oh, what, that?" Nishinoya scoffed. "Don't sweat it, it's whatever. Kaito's been calling me that for like a year."

“Kaito’s still young,” Chiyo shook her head. “But I… should’ve known better than to make petty remarks like that.”

“Like I said, don’t worry about it,” he waved a hand before quickly finishing his popsicle in two bites and checking the stick. “Dang, another dud.”

Chiyo’s lips quirked up a little before falling. “So Shimizu-senpai, huh?” She opened her popsicle packet. “She’s really pretty.”

“Wait, you know Kiyoko-san?!”

Nishinoya sounded so excited and Chiyo felt a lump forming in her throat. “I saw her when I dropped off lunch for you today.”

“That’s right, that’s right,” he tossed the wooden stick into a public trash can. “Yeah, she’s super pretty, isn’t she? A literal goddess. I heard she’s been the club manager since last year.”

Chiyo nodded before averting her eyes, pretending to admire the street view she’s seen more than a hundred times already. “Well, I better not hear any more of your random confessions from now on,” she said half-jokingly.

“Huh, what are you talking about?” Nishinoya stopped walking. “I still like you, Amari.”

Chiyo nearly dropped her popsicle. She turned to look him in the eye.

He was dead serious.

“Why would you say something like that?” She snapped, immediately losing all composure.

Nishinoya cocked his head to the side. “Because it’s true.”

“What do you mean ‘because it’s true’?” Chiyo’s eyes widened with exasperation. “You were literally just gushing about how pretty Shimizu-senpai is. Don’t tell me you’re like one of those sleaze bags in shoujo manga that’ll flirt with anyone you find even mildly pretty.”

“What? No! I mean yeah, Kiyoko-san is pretty and all. But,” he then thumped his chest with a confident smile. “In the end, my heart will always belong to you.”

Her lips parted slightly.

“Don’t say stuff like that, you idiot!” Those were the first words she found herself able to say. “You idiot. You’re such an idiot! The biggest idiot that’s ever existed in the history of idiots!”

“I’m not an idiot!”

“Yes, you are! You’re a shallow, stupid idiot!” Chiyo shouted back, trying to ignore the sore feeling in her nose. “You can’t tell me you don’t have even a little bit of a crush on her. I saw you and that blond kid trying to get all cozy with her. You even call her by her first name even though you’ve only known her for like, what? Two months?”

“Amari, I-”

“I’m completely fine with being friends with you, Nishinoya,” she cut him off, trying her best to avoid his pointed gaze. “I just… I don’t want to date someone who only wants to get to know me half-heartedly.”

Nishinoya rubbed his forehead, eyes flickering up to glance at the setting sun. Taking a deep breath, he then gingerly took her hand and pried her fingers off the hem of her jacket sleeve.

“Look, Amari,” he spoke as softly as he could. “Kiyoko-san to me is more like… a goddess. Someone you put on a pedestal and admire, but still way outta your reach. But when I’m around you, I feel… way more comfortable. Like when I get to see you at home cooking dinner, not giving a damn about your hair, and getting mad at us, I get really happy. Cause it feels like a side to you that only I get to see.”

He looked up to see Chiyo’s dark blue eyes glassy with what seemed to be tears.

He mentally cursed himself.

“I get what you mean though,” he gave an awkward chuckle. “I mean I literally asked you out the day we met without knowing anything about you. But I promised to get to know you better, and you know…” there was a faint tug at his lips. “The more I get to know you, the more I like you. So trust me. I’d never ask you out with anything other than pure intentions, m’kay?”

Chiyo felt her heart stop as he smiled at her. Her breath was caught in her throat, and when she reminded herself to breathe again, her heartbeat became so erratic she was sure the entire prefecture could hear it.

“Y-You idiot!” Those were the only words that came out when she found her voice again.

“Wha-?” Nishinoya looked genuinely confused. “Why am I still an idiot?”

“Because you just are!” Chiyo turned away, biting down on her popsicle in a feeble attempt to stop the rising heat in her cheeks. She couldn’t understand how he could say something so cringey with a straight face. She then peeked over her shoulder, watching as Nishinoya became lost in thought, wondering exactly what he said that made him an idiot.

“But… Do what you want, I guess,” she murmured just loud enough for him to hear.

Nishinoya’s eyes lit up.

“You got it!”

After that little kerfuffle, the two of them continued on their way home under the setting sun when Nishinoya spoke again.

“But you know, if you wanted me to call you by your first name, you could’ve just asked.”

Chiyo averted her gaze. “When did I ever say that?”

“You got all jealous over how I call Kiyoko-san by her name,” he reminded her with a mischievous grin. “Come on, I’ll start calling you by your first name too.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” she grumbled.

“Come on, Chiyo.” Ignoring her obviously false remark, Nishnoya poked her arm. “Say it. Yuu~”

Chiyo’s eyes wandered from their surroundings to Nishinoya to her feet. She pressed her lips together, struggling for a moment to find her voice.

“Y-Yuu…” Her voice was barely a whisper.

Satisfied, Nishinoya smiled. “I like you, Chiyo.”

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OMG HI i hope its ok to req no rush or anythinf!!! I wanted to ask if you could write spiderman childe x reader headcanons??CAUSE I REALLY LIKED THE SPIDEY CHILDE X READER WHERE HE SWUNG READER AROUND!! I HOPE THATS FINE HAVE A NICE DAYYYYyyy

if i was dying on my knees

genre: spiderman! childe x gn! reader fluff

warnings: mentions of wounds and nuidity (like once towards the end because of childe's teasing)

summary: if spiderman was hurt in any way, there's only one person he'd go to.

note: hello nonnie!! i'm so sorry it took me ages to finish this request :(( i added short hcs at the beginning and wrote a full on fic for your request since i found that the hcs were a little short and it didn't serve spidey childe justice HSJDKSKD. the fic is 1.2k words,,, a but lengthy cuz i got carried away but ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THIS BEING A FIC WITH HCS INSTEAD T-T hope you enjoy this and have a great day too anon ^^

quality time with ajax isn't so rare. but it's also not as common as you would think.

sure you go to the same school, you have a few study dates here and there.

but the fact still stands that he's spiderman and, unfortunately, there's a lot of crime and small town problems that he has to take care of.

to solve yall's little quality time problem, you have routine date nights every weekend that you both never skip.

it's a simple movie night over at your apartment with snacks, blankets, dvds, and most importantly, cuddles <3

but your date nights don't always go according to plan....

it was supposed to be a regular weekend date night for you and ajax. there was takeout laid out atop the glass coffee table in the middle of the living room, a movie playing on the television. you had even taken out some time to place your guys' favourite blanket and pillows on the sofa so you could both completely unwind and relax comfortably in each other's arms.

everything was ready and set. the only thing missing was your own significant other.

despite the television playing a loud action movie in the background, you could only focus on the endless ticking of the clock as it got later into the night. the absence of ajax's presence made your heart pound with anxiety and concern.

(more utc!)

even if ajax had piles of school work to do, even if he was feeling tired from his work, he would always make it for your routine little date nights. it was the only way he could spend some precious time with you since he was always so busy helping the city as the infamous hero, spiderman. so there was only ever one reason for him to be late for your date nights, and that's if he was fighting or saving someone from danger.

you know ajax has fought or done heroic acts countless of times. yet that still doesn't stop you from worrying that something might have gone wrong. with the nature of his line of work, how could you not worry?

as you begin to further dwell on your concerns, a loud knock at the window interrupts the millions of racing thoughts running through your head. you hurriedly clamber off the couch, rushing to open the apartment window.

there's only one person who would possibly come knocking at your window this early into the morning.

"hey, love." ajax's familiar voice greets you, but it's unstable, his breathing shallow and uneven. he's being much more careful than he usually is when he's entering your apartment in this way and, more than that, he has one arm wrapped around his middle.

there was evidently something wrong and it made your heart drop to your stomach.

"ajax, what happened to you?" you frantically asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to assist him into your living room. your eyebrows are furrowed in nothing but worry and your frown in disapproval when the latter lets out a weak laugh at your panic, as if the situation at the moment was nothing serious.

"got a little scratched up," he huffs out, wincing slightly when he tries to straighten himself up from his half curled position. "but… i managed to get your favourite snacks before getting into some trouble," he adds, lifting the arm around your shoulder to reveal a plastic bag full of all the candies, chips, and even drinks that you loved.

unfortunately, his feeble attempt to lighten the mood did not work as you helped him settle onto the couch.

it was obvious to him that you were upset. he watches as you wordlessly leave and return with the first aid kit that, at this point, you've grown so accustomed to using on him and it makes his heart twists and tightens in his chest with a heavy feeling of guilt.

for someone who was usually so chatty and casual, ajax can't find any words to say as he watches you ever so gently lift up his suit to patch up the wound on his stomach. his tongue is heavy in his mouth, lips sealed in a thin frown when he feels your hand tremble slightly against him.

not only is he silent, but it seems as if you can't find anything to say either. you don't want to know how dangerous the enemies were or how they had even managed to land a strike at your seemingly untouchable significant other.

however, you can't bear the tense silence in the room. any more second you spent in silence only made the unshed tears in your eyes that much harder to keep from spilling over.

"are you still okay? doesn't hurt too much?" you whisper, fearing that if you spoke any louder, your voice would crack.

"i'm fine, baby. relax, i've had it worse before." ajax can immediately tell that wad was the wrong thing to say when he catches you furiously swiping away the tears that began to stream down your face.

"i know you've been through worse, ajax," you mutter, trying your hardest to keep your voice level, to swallow the thick lump that's stuck in your throat. "but that doesn't mean it isn't painful to see you like this."

noticing that you were practically done dressing his wound, he gently tugs you up from where you were kneeling on the floor to sit beside him. as much as you wanted to shy yourself away from him, you can’t help but lean into his touch when his hands come to tenderly hold your face.

“i know it hurts you to see me like this,” he states, thumbs brushing away the tears that continue to stream down your face. “but i came back to you in one piece, yeah? look at me, love.” he ducks his head down a bit to catch your downcasted eyes. “i’m okay.”

“you came back to me in one piece now, but what if you don’t next time?” you ask, unable to stop a small sob from escaping you. “what if you get so badly hurt that i can’t patch you up? or what if you just don’t come back at all?”

at this, ajax’s frown deepens. he pulls you closer to him, his slender hands combing through your hair as he cradles your head towards the part of his chest where you can feel and hear his heart beat.

“i can’t promise that i’ll always come back to you perfectly fine. no matter how strong i am, there will always be people who are stronger,” he mutters, his lips coming to permanently rest on the crown of your head. “but i can promise you that i will always, and i mean always, come back to you.”

you picked up your head from his chest, bringing one of your hands up to extend your pinky at him and spoke, “pinky promise?”

“pinky promise.” he links his pinky with yours without any hint of hesitation, going as far as to peck your lips to seal his promise. “you aren’t that lucky, love. no matter how annoying i get, you’re never going to get rid of me that easily.”

a huge wave of relief washes over ajax when you let out a wet chuckle, lightly slapping his arm in retaliation. he affectionately pecks your cheek one last time before slowly getting up from the couch.

“now, i believe we haven’t finished our date night yet. why don’t you prepare the snacks and i’ll just freshen up a bit and change, yeah?”

“are you sure you’re okay, ajax? you don’t need help changing or anything?”

“oh, honey. if you wanted to see me naked you could have just asked,” he teases, laughing in amusement when you try to throw a couch pillow at him.

even though the night may not have started out as planned, you were relieved that ajax was safe and sound beside you. his head was lolled onto your shoulder, breathing finally even as he slept peacefully through the movie that you were currently playing. at least he was with you, and especially after your little moment tonight, your heart was at ease knowing he would never leave.

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FotW: SDMI - In Fear of the Phantom

Welcome back to Scooby-Doo Mystery Incorporated, and now we're getting into a problem many reboots and adaptions face - what happens when you try something different. Today's episode isn't really that special, serving as a bridging point between the next stint of episodes focused on the gang's love lives.

Except for featuring the Hex Girls of course.

Not to overshadow the main villain, which would be extra funny considering their backstory, but come on that's what y'all are here for.

Yeah, they got a bit of a redesign since their last few appearances in the two billion direct to DVD films. Fans DID NOT like this, and in a later episode they had to actually address the backlash while also scrapping these outfits for the original ones. They also steal Luna and Dusk's hair dye and gave Thorn's highlights a diminished role.

My personal opinion? Eh, I would've preferred a middle ground between the two, but for reboots I encourage designers to go all out since it's their own thing. So for Mystery Incorporated I would've either kept the redesigns or gave them completely brand new looks a second time. The OGs have a more cohesive aesthetic, but I like how MI experiments by giving each girl their own Alt style. It's probably Dusk who could probably use a new outfit though, since her Tank Girl getup doesn't mesh as well as Thorn's "Pagan School Girl" and Luna's "Lesbian Thespian" outfits do. Actually, maybe one of those Scene Kid reconstructions of School Uniforms would've worked better?

Oh yeah, this nerd.

Backstory: Like most lesbians Velma is a massive fan of The Hex Girls, snagging front row tickets for the Scooby Gang just in time for them to witness a "Phantom" try to murder Thorn on stage. As with every mystery the gang decide to take it upon themselves to do the cop's job to keep the concert going while protecting the band.

This leads to an exploration of the show's two main ships, Fredphe and Shoob - again, yes really.

This show is really good trust me on this.

Scooby outright calls Shaggy a cheater for going to prom with Velma instead of hanging out with him like they always do, and replaces Mathew Lillard with a wooden dummy much to Shaggy's chagrin.

Fred meanwhile comes out as nonbinary a teenage boy with emotions as he finally grasps Daphne's romantic interest in him. All thanks to an entire song written by Daphne where she uses Fred's special interest to get through to him.

Behold, one of the best songs made for a television show in history.

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Before this spectacular moment of audio interposed with occasional Zelda CDI-level animation (to be fair are you even looking at the animation in the first place) we got some Phantom shenanigans. Mostly him responding to Scoob and Shag's ability to warp time and space by just setting them on fire, probably the most effective thing one these guys have attempted so far.

Design: Obviously a homage to The Phantom of the Opera, and as we go through the series, you'll start to notice a lot more homages that Wikipedia will kindly point out for you. Though you can also see a bit of Comic Supervillain in his design, so much so that he doesn't seem to fit with the show's own aesthetic. He wears a black full body suit with a gigantic, taller than his own head, Dracula collar and grim reaper-esque hood. He has a fabricated piece of his outfit that goes over his shoulders like Football Pads, but with a sleeker design as it attaches his cape to the main costume. His cape is black but its interior is lined with a sparkling holographic material.

His mask, belt, boots, and glovers are all made of golden mechanical pieces, as they actually allow him to charge up bolts of electricity to fire at the teens in our show. This tech is never explained, and he really only uses it a few times before forgetting he has these weapons at his disposal.

His mask is the best part of the outfit, legitimately cool while evoking a gas mask. It's almost like it was made out of several pieces asymmetrically stuck to each other with large bolts, like if C3PO was mangled in an accident and put back together with recolored bits of R2-D2. There are several short, cylindrical ports on his gauntlets, boots, belt, and mask that occasionally glow green.

Reveal: Shaggy, with an extensive knowledge of obscure musical groups as we'll be shown time and time again, recognized the shiny material of The Phantom's cape as belonging to a One-Hit Wonder named Fantzee Pantz. And once that's discovered it's pretty obvious that the other suspect, The Hex Girl's manager, is not the culprit as he was just as responsible for Fantzee's obscurity as THG.

No, the true culprit is the girl's songwriter, who first attempted to sabotage them through badly written songs but was thwarted by the girl's talent and popularity - So he then turned to just trying to kill them, and Daphne. He ends up taking Scoob's dummy to jail with him, but the original duo patch things up by then - letting us look back at Velma who got sidelined so badly this episode.

2/5 Goofy as hell design for a goofy character, probably the most "Villain of The Week" we've encountered so far. In fact, he'd probably fit in better in Miraculous Ladybug than this show. Not that bad otherwise, just not as impressive.

#bmoreviews #scooby doo mystery incorporated #scooby doo #mystery incorporated #bmoreviewsmysteryinc #the phantom #phantom of the opera #the hex girls #Youtube

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Declaration of a robo-fucker

I think everyone has noticed to this point in my work that, as it is obvious, the many pieces of different transformers media are blended together.

Because every piece of media is valuable, be it north american, asian or whatever that comes, it feeds the little girl that once found something incredible in her uncle's pirated DVD collection when she was 5 years old, the very same little girl that learned English while watching with subtitles in bad quality how Optimus Prime declared that every life matters.

The very same girl that said how much she loved Optimus Prime in school and was bullied for it, with classmates harassing back an forth saying that she wasn't normal for liking a robot, her own teacher telling her parents that the original series for kids wasn't adequate for her age and it was giving strange ideas with inadequate romance.

A kid that was banned from her favorite series, had her poor and innocent uncle be reprimanded for showing a disrespectful cartoon that was giving strange ideas to his way too impressionable niece, an incredible uncle that only wanted to let her know of an alien species that fought for what was right and saw something special in earth and it's people.

A kid that was banned by herself to even think about it again, and if she did, she would do it with shame, one that tried to think about other things while at it because she could still hear the jokes about her and how she would be mother of a microwave.

A little girl that tried to forget but once again found a figment of her interest in the live action movies that, while not the pinnacle for majority, was enough to be accepted in some way, that got every penny in her possession to buy a ticket for herself and still be denied to use it because her parents said it wasn't normal she liked it so much, taking her to the psychiatrist instead of the movie theater while her mother asked God why her daughter couldn't be normal.

She was normal, I'm normal, Just because I like different things doesn't mean I'm that different, maybe not everyone writes about romance between alien robots and humans and that's okay.

So it's okay if I use fragments of the live action movies, be it from the Bumblebee ones or the Bayverse ones, because those were what I could get, especially the BV since my uncle was a fan too and he kept on giving me pirated DVDs under the table during family reunions where we should be normal in their own standards; I remember how the soldiers of NEST risked their lifes, their careers and their future as a whole to bring back Optimus Prime and protect the autobots from other humans, I saw Cade Jaeger risk everything to help the autobots while others said he was a traitor and wasn't normal, I saw Jetfire leave the decepticons for something better, give his life to save a planet in the middle of nowhere just because it was the right thing for him, and in his own words traduced to Spanish: ¿quién quiere vivir una vida llena de odio? (Isn't that what legends are made from?)

No one here is, but we also are, we just don't cut in their correct way of seeing things.

And, yeah, I like some things of the Bayverse, so what? The whole thing isn't perfect, hell, there is no media that's perfect so far because the 100 percent of our community can't agree in the same one, everyone has their own tastes, so don't go shaming me for liking these movies, and I'll keep on using some references in my works with them, you can ignore it or you can just stay away from my Tumblr, is as simple as that, there is no necessity to put the anonymous button to tell how lame my taste is or how ridiculous I'm for bringing up things in the movie or even dare to tell me my work sucks for those little things or to put it down from internet, because internet is eternal, nothing in there can be deleted forever, and it doesn't matter how many times you tell me that you like my content but hate those parts and even have the gall to insult me for it or tell me you'll steal my account to make it right to your tastes, my work will be safes somewhere of that im sure, and why do you want this account?! It isn't even more than a girl trying to create something she likes while other people also like it!

I love the live action movies because those reconnected me with something dear for me, I love the animated ones and I love the comics! All break my heart when someone dies, of course! Who didn't cry at least once when a loved character is gone?! But this is my fiction, this is my alternative universe, and I just want them to be happy and if I can then so be it.

So yeah, I've posted more than ever to spite you, because grow up or whatever, people won't do what you demand them for just because you want it, and yeah Cade and NEST and Lennox and Epps and many other characters of the movies exist in my AU! One way or another because I liked their characters and how they stay with the transformers because I would do the same if I could, help them as I could.

But everything is fiction and even now I'm facing and struggling to help people in a war that doesn't have feet or head and that's miles away from me, and it makes you ask how I can't do better or what the hell I'm supposed to do, which is stronger nowadays since I saw someone post a beautiful drawing of Optimus Prime (you know who you are and let me tell you again, your work made me cry in my path to work because yeah my life suck to it's down degree but there's people out there that are really suffering and need more help) declaring the freedom of every sentient being, and everyone should have freedom to do what they want for as long as it doesn't damage someone else, I just realize that there are better things to do and focus your energy on than harass me when you don't even know who I am.

Everyone has the right to post what they want as long as it doesn't hurt someone else, I don't want to hurt you, whoever you are, I just want you to realize how wrong it is to pester someone in what they are interested just because it isn't your taste, I'm sure you like something similar and that's great, but you can't force me to be like you, and I'm not forcing you to be like me, you can go to other places to search what you like and that's fine.

This is a safe place, I want it to remain like that by deleting every message of yours and be done with it.

#transformers #crying screaming sliding down the wall #crying crying crying

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tenderbittersweet · 4 months

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Today is the perfect day to share my favorite story!

When I was a senior in high school (2011), I was a late-comer to a film appreciation elective course, and the teacher gave me a list of the movies I needed to watch in order to catch up with the class. One of the movies on the list was Groundhog Day. So I did what anyone in 2011 would do when they wanted to see a movie they didn’t own: I went to Blockbuster and rented it.

The thing that everyone knows about CDs and DVDs is that if there is even a miniscule scratch on it, it will skip or freeze.

So there I am, in the middle of watching my rented copy of Groundhog Day, when all of a sudden, the picture goes all screwy, the audio cuts, and the scene hard cuts into a new scene. Now, if this was any other DVD, all I’d have to do is rewind or fast-forward until I got to the correct spot in the movie.

But this is Groundhog Day we’re talking about. The movie where every day Bill Murray experiences is the same day for almost two whole hours. There was no way for me to know where to go back to. To this day, I have no idea how much of the movie I either missed or watched for a second time without realizing it.

#groundhog day #personal #op

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when i was probably 15 or 16 i met these fried hoodrat kids at the park next to my parents house and they were like "you wanna get 40s?" and i was like yeah? so we went to this house down the street where this jamaican dude named Roy lived, he was in his late 30s early 40s. we'd knock on his basement door and he'd come out and go to the liquor store next door for us.

fast forward a few months, i stopped talking to those kids but i would chill with Roy sometimes bc he was cool, he would help get me weed n shit. sometimes I’d steal my dads car and bring him to get us some weed. he would text me sometimes and be like aye julian man come thru! he lived down the street so id sneak out and go around back behind his house and go into his basement and he had this pool table filled with empty st ides bottles and dutch guts and shit. (he also had a 'recording studio' that was just a loveseat standing vertically against the wall with a blanket over it, it was so shitty and amazing) he would have an unrolled fronto leaf with weed in it waiting for me on the pool table, and he'd be rolling his own. (i would always end up making him roll my shit bc i was too inexperienced lol) and then we would just chill and shoot the shit and hed ask me about school and girls and stuff. he explained to me the rastafari faith in Selassie. he'd put on bootleg dvds of like, mike eps standup or shitty action movies. Roy would always say how me and him were opposites and that’s why we ought to be friends. he said me and him were like the yin and the yang, it was funny.

he never harmed me or put me in compromising situations or anything, and he easily could have if he wanted to. this is all very bizarre to look back on now, and the fact that nothing malicious happened makes it even somehow weirder? but nothing bad happened. he was just sort of this guardian angel figure in my life i guess. i graduated high school and moved out of my parents house and never really saw him again. and that was that.

my grandfathers name was also Roy, but that’s just how life goes: sometimes Roy is your dead armenian grandfather, and sometimes Roy is a middle aged jamaican man you watch bootleg dvds with

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Another note of Winx Club success, beyond pioneering western magical girl cartoons with transforming characters and a sentai team, was being more accessible than anime.

Let me explain. I'm not talking about anime being too complex for the audience and shit like that. I mean that most broadcasted kids anime, originally airing weekly in Japan to last a whole year of merchandise, would air in Italy everyday and end in two months or so. With terrible consequences on the episodic nature of these serieses and how their audiences perceived them.

Sure, we all know anime ended up being insanely successful in Italy regardless of this, but that's how Winx Club was something new. It was a story driven western cartoon that lasted just 26 episodes and had something that no anime in Italy ever got as they ALWAYS got cut: recaps, next episode previews and an ending song sequence.

Just 26 episodes unlike anime double the length and with repetitive fillers. Filler episodes that actually expanded the world and characters instead of episodic monster of the week following a precise setup. Recaps in case you ever missed an episode. A whole ending song!

And then, reruns! Reruns for the whole year. Rai 2 reran Winx every 2-3 months or so. RaiSat Smash (rip) was dedicated to reruns. Winx was also aimed at kids up to middle school. It didn't have to deal with insane anime censorship. It had merch that licensed anime could never have.

You had to buy less DVDs (or VHS...) to own the (at the time) complete series. Just 6 DVDs for season 1! And even when it started adding up, it was... just 6 or so more DVDs!

Funnily enough, you can see when they started adding more DVDs and less episodes to squeeze more money.

Winx was playing at home.

#text #it's coming rome #long post

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writing-by-mimi · 2 years

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Say My Name

(Part 2)

Leviathan x GN!MC

I was looking through some of my writing from 2020, when the game released. It was then that I had the idea to compare how far I've come as a writer and give that little blurb of writing an ending. (It had a second chapter at one point, but I think it got deleted. This is a much different ending. Lol.) Part one is here!

So ya, heres a part two that no one asked for. Let me know where I could improve! (Other than spelling, because I am a dumb bitch and that will continue...brain moves faster than the fingers and I know how it needs to read...but sometimes my eyeballs don't catch it...rip. I'll always be working on that.)

As always, adult content, read at your own risk. Not beta read.

After slamming Leviathan's door, you just stand there for a moment. All of your rage, adrenaline and hate just leave you and a numbness slowly washes over you.

Your first time having sex with a demon, with Levi, the man you've liked for years...

All the breath in your lungs leaves you and you can't even bring yourself to finish the thought.

You walk the short bit down the hall to your room and quietly close the door. Your hands are shaky and you aren't sure what to do with yourself.

Shower, you remind yourself. Your body is on auto pilot, from the moment you begin to walk to the second you begin to wash. You pause at your entrance. Levi had dumped his load into you... and now, with nothing to stop it, it's running down your thighs.

It's only then that a sob breaks loose. Reality of the situation unavoidable as you shake in your shower.

Ruri-chan.

He couldn't even be bothered to think of you while he was having sex with you. Was it really that bad? So terrible he had to imagine a fictional character?

You take the soft rag and slowly clean his seed from you, more tears shaking you as you wipe away proof of your encounter with the third born.

You should have been smarter. Laying with a demon... this was the only possible outcome. Pain.

While you had been naive enough to fall to your feelings, thinking that such a special expression of love would mean something between you and the third born...

You finish wiping away his cum, but you can still feel it inside of you. Coating your walls and clinging to you and for the moment, there's no way to deal with it. You'll continue to carry evidence of your stupidity.

You dress in pants and a sweater. The less of you to be seen the better in this moment. You won't see the marks, proof of giving your heart away to someone who didn't value it.

All you can feel is shame and remorse. Ruri-chan. A fictional 2D character held more of the man's heart than you.

You hide away in your room that night. Some of his brothers stop by to check on you and the only excuse you can come up with is that you're just really tired. Between your new council duties and your task at R.A.D., that your just taking a breather for the night so you don't get burnt out or sick.

Beel, bless his heart, brings you some take out and ruffles your hair, telling you to eat and take it easy.

It isn't until midnight that your rage returns. It's been staring at you all night. That stupid little Ruri-chan keychain that you hooked on the zipper of your school bag. An exclusive release item you had been gifted from the third born...

You take it off and quickly set to work, giving all of your hate an outlet. Everything that even so much as reminds you of Leviathan you've thrown into a pile on the floor.

Manga, DVDs, pins, keychains, video games. All of it. Each and every single item lays in the middle of your floor.

It's so odd to see. How one life can be so connected to another.

You don't want it anymore. They don't hold monetary value to you, it was never about that. It was about sharing something with him, being involved in his interest. Getting to know him and his life...

You were even silly enough to believe that some of the small gifts were that of love. His stuttering, the shyness...he worked so hard to give you certain items. It made it seem like you were worth the effort to him.

But now staring down everything...it's all meaningless.

Part of you wants to burn it, another part of you wants to just unload it to Mammon and let him make a quick buck selling it to all the nerds at R.A.D..

You quietly make your way to the kitchen, retrieving a black trash bag. You throw every item inside of it so you don't have to look at it and throw it next to your door. You'll deal with it tomorrow. If you show up exhausted, especially after telling people you were having a restful night, it'll raise questions. Questions you can't bare to deal with.

Sleep doesn't come easy, but your alarm roused you in the morning. You sit in bed for a few minutes...seeing him today will bring everything back and make it raw.

You find yourself outside of Asmodeus's room and knock lightly. You know he's up already, his beauty routine in the morning is vigorous.

The door pops open and you can hear him on the phone, it's either Barbatos or Solomon at this early of an hour. He flashes a smile and a wink before moving to his bathroom.

He returns later, fully dressed. He hasn't done his makeup yet, but that's a plus for you. "What brings you by so early, sweetie? Did you miss me?" His grin is full of cheer as you force a smile to your face.

"I was thinking about it last night... I'm a council member now, it's time I look the part."

He gasps, then bounces up and down. Asmodeus has been waiting for this day when you'd come to him, and just not for a fancy event. He has a whole drawer of his vanity devoted to human safe products that match you flawlessly.

In less than fifteen minutes, you don't even look like yourself. It's not a bad change. Your skin looks perfect, your lips soft, even your lashes and hair seem to have a glow and looking at yourself in Asmodeus's vanity, it helps to separate yourself from the Mc of yesterday to the new you sitting here.

You understand why Mammon calls it war paint now. It's like a perfectly crafted mask, and no one will ever know what lies beneath the powder. It offers protection, a barrier between the real you and the world, something you desperately needed, especially today.

Asmo finishes up your hair, and he even had a R.A.D. uniform he's been dying to spring on you since you were accepted to the council. It's within the academy guidelines, form fitting and flatters you. By the time he's done dressing you up and picking your shoes, you really do look like a new person.

Leaving the fifth borns room, you meet Satan in the hall. He's visibly shocked by your transformation. "That bad, huh?" You plaster a smile on.

"N-no. Quite the opposite." He turns his head away and continues his path, only once he's passed you does he ask if you're coming to breakfast.

You follow him, getting used to your new shoes as you check your phone. Nothing super exciting happened last night, so Devilgram won't explode until later. You've no new text. What you do have is a game notification...

It makes you pause as you stare at it. You really liked this one. It had everything you wanted in a game, and it was free to play...

You delete it anyway.

You're part of the council now, have responsibilities and task that need done. Games will only get in the way and the reminder of playing them with the third born is something you don't need.

Lucifer is reading the newspaper. While a terrible demon at getting up, despising the mornings, he is always the first to the table, setting a strong example for his siblings.

Satan and yourself take your seats, and as Lucifer looks up, you swear you saw him turn pink... He clears his throat and sets his coffee down. "You look very nice this morning, Mc."

"Thanks. I figured I should probably step up to the plate." You give a small nod as you help yourself to the food already out. Lucifers cooking was always light in the mornings. So digging in wouldn't doom you to any ill effects.

Everyone else slowly filters in, all of them taking note about your appearance. Their words are sweet, kind. It's almost embarrassing as you turn your face away. If not for the makeup, you probably would have looked flushed and absolutely silly trying to process the compliments. Instead you'll hold your head high and accept them gracefully from now on.

You haven't looked to Leviathan once, and when ever he tries to make awkward conversation across the table to you, you find a way to distract yourself. Pretending he doesn't exist will hurt him. Make his envy simmer.

You can't bring yourself to care. You can't. Not again. You had so openly given yourself to this man...never again.

Lucifer excuses himself early, which isn't unusual. What is unusual, is asking if you can accompany him, as you want to get a head start on your day. He gently accepts your ask and escorts you from the dinning room.

It leaves the rest of the brothers speechless. You usually walk with them.

"Is everything okay with Mc?" Beel is the first to speak.

"Fuck me! They're just gonna walk around all day lookin' like that?!" Mammon releases a moan as he sinks into his chair. "Mc is gonna attract a lot of attention today."

"I did so well!" Asmo squeals as he grabs his glass. "Seriously, I'm going out today after R.A.D. to pick up more pallets. They even have a new brush set and this is the perfect reason to get them. I can use them on Mc finally!"

"Well yer makin' 'em too hot. It's gonna have all the other demons lookin' at our human!" Mammon pouts.

Levi just stares down into his empty plate. Mammons right. Everyone will see how pretty you are today. You can't even bring yourself to look at him...

---

You've fallen into a rhythm. Waking up early, Asmo makes you presentable for the day. You walk to breakfast with Satan and chat with Lucifer about the days agenda before everyone else shows up. You talk with them like always, then leave with Lucifer.

Throwing yourself into the council work keeps you busy, and after a few months of determination to hold your own, even Barbatos is impressed. You spend your free time with the brothers, doing what you can to avoid the third born. When thrust into situations where it is unavoidable, you rely on your mask to hide yourself. You're not chummy with him like the others, but when forced to interact you keep yourself calm and composed and pretend that he never came inside of you. Never called out Ruris name and that you didn't love him with everything you had at one point in your life.

It's been working. If anyone has noticed, they don't say anything. It works for you, so you won't rock the boat.

The only thing that has changed is R.A.D....

You have a fan club now and its...odd.

Your work with the mailbox has made a difference and caught people's attention. You've a literal gaggle of simps that follow you around the halls of R.A.D. now.

At first, your uncomfortable. So much so to the point that even Diavolo notices and offers to take care of the problem. It isn't until Asmodeus pipes up and talks about his fan club do you find a small bit of comfort. He assures you that they are harmless and just desperate for such a cute little humans attention and affections. He even goes a step farther and praises you for your gain of popularity and tells you how utterly proud he is.

They all have their own fan clubs, they all reach out and interact in different ways, well, except Lucifer...but his cold exterior and indifference just gets his fan club off...

What seals the deal of your acceptance of the little pack of simps is the third borns reaction.

It shouldn't matter to you, you're past it...at least, that's what you tell yourself... But as you watch the anger build in his eyes and how he grips his books...a sick little part of you knows a happiness you haven't felt in months. It's getting to the third born so much so, that he even almost summoned Lotan. The water flooding the halls of the academy, flowing down the stairs like a waterfall had been all the information Lucifer needed to intervene. No harm, other than the slight flooding happened.

You kept a straight face, appearing unbothered and uninterested as you walked past him while Lucifer set to work chastising him publicly in the hall.

From that day forward, you began to slowly interact with your fan club. If you ever accepted food or drink, it never passed your lips until Beel or even Lord Diavolo himself inspected it. A safe gaurd they set up for you and so they would feel better about your new found popularity.

They gave you all kinds of gifts. It was almost ridiculous... but seeing Leviathan's face morph into one of anger in your peripheral vision as you placed a cute little lamb keychain where his used to rest on you bag just makes the moment delightful. You gently thank the demon for such a kind gift and excuse yourself, telling him that you need to get to the council room before Lucifer gets impatient.

The third born comes to school more. While it sucks you are forced to deal with him at all, it leaves so many moments to hurt him, slowly torture him as he watches you give and accept attention and affection from other demons while you go out of your way to ignore him.

Levi will never understand what he did to your heart that night, but his just desserts serve to help the ire in your chest.

An emergency mandatory meeting is called. Everyone is to attend. You sit as far away from Levi as possible and ready yourself.

Lord Diavolo sets a small coffee cup down onto the meeting table as he stands. His face isn't happy and it's then you notice the hearts on the cup, your name in fancy calligraphy. "Love potion. Extremely strong."

"What?" You're baffled.

"Which demon gave you this cup, Mc?" It almost feels as if he's mad at you, but he quickly sighs and seats himself. "I apologize. I had hoped things like this would not happen. I wish to take care of the problem and publicly deal with it myself, so something such as this doesn't happen again."

Looking to the cup you try to recall who handed it to you. The day had gone by so fast and the list of things you were trying to get through had been massive this week. "I... I'm not sure. I don't remember." You sheepishly admit.

"I do ask that you take care in the future. Please pay more attention to who is gifting you what."

"I'm sorry, Lord Diavolo." You feel ashamed. You've never had him reprimand you before and it feels like you've let a parent down.

He releases another sigh. "I am not upset. I am worried, we all are. Things such as this endanger you, and no one here wishes for anything to befall you."

"Astoroth." It's a growl from down the table. Leviathan's knuckles are turning colors as he grips the hard wood table fiercely. "I watched them give it to Mc."

"You're certain?" Barbatos asks as he moves to the door.

"Absolutely." The table begins to splinter and Levi still doesn't release his grip.

"I will retrieve him." The butler gives a bow before taking his leave.

"Don't let one bad apple spoil the batch, Mc." Asmodeus gives a smile as he pats your hand across the table. "It happens from time to time, but the true fans usually do extremely well policing themselves and others. I'm actually so jealous! No one has tried to slip me anything in ages." He giggles. "Besides, once word gets out to your fan club that someone tried to hurt you, they'll be so cute! All protective..." he gives a dreamy sigh, "Plus, once Lord Diavolo gives punishment, you'll have nothing to worry about." He winks.

"I would like to check the rest of the items you've received." Diavolo says as he stands.

"Some of its in my room."

"I will check the house." Lucifer stands to leave as Diavolo looks over every item you hand him. Everything else is completely harmless, with the exception of one charm, but it isn't anything negative. Everytime the item is touched, it helps the party in question think one good thought about themselves. It can only activate once a day.

If not for the makeup, you'd be a blushing mess. It was oddly sweet. It didn't hold malice or ill intent and something so innocent from a demon gaggle of simps makes your head spin.

Asmodeus just coo's in delight.

"Well, it ain't so bad. Let me know when those nerds getcha a charm that spits out Grimm." Mammon sighs.

"We should all watch Mc a bit closer. It wouldn't hurt. We are the ones who could spot such things much easier, until Mc is completely learned on such subjects." Satan gives you a reassuring smile.

"It is a good idea." Diavolo's phone goes off and his eyes slide to Lucifer as he walks back into the council room. "Lucifer, Mc, with me immediately."

You hurriedly stand and follow. The sight that greats you in the main campus makes you stop in your tracks. It's only Lucifer pulling you by the elbow and through the forming crowd that gets you to your destination.

"Leviathan, stop!" You voice is nervous, it holds confusion and shock and the third born is trapped in place at your command.

His tail is wrapped tightly around another students neck, his thumbs deep in the man's eye sockets and they're both covered in blood. The sight turns your stomach and you put your hand over your mouth as you try and keep your lunch down.

"Leviathan, to the council room, now." Diavolo's order is quiet, yet the third born doesn't move. He turns to the crowd and makes sure he has everyone's attention, slowly transforming. "Let it be made clear what will happen to any demon who steps out of line and tries to harm the human exchange student. Not only will you face an Avatars wrath, but you will face my punishment as well!"

"Levi, d-do what he says..."

His tail slowly uncoils, and his claws meet resistance when he pulls them from the back of the other students head. The sound of wet sucking hits your ears and your stomach flops. The sound as Leviathan's thumbs rip violently from the demons head are visceral and just as wet sounding.

Diavolo orders all of you back to the council room.

Lucifer is furious, yet the third born sits mostly unbothered. Usually he would be a cowering mess, but it's like he isn't even there as his body trembles and heaves with adrenaline while Lucifer unleashes his fury on his brother.

"Why the fuck would you handle this matter as such?"

"Because they were going to hurt the love of my life!" Leviathan growls it, shoulders and chest heaving as he tries to calm himself.

You can feel the eyes in the room turn to you. All you can do is stare at him.

Love.

Levi didn't love you... he loved 2D girls and anime.

All you could do was shake your head as you you tried to keep yourself under control. "No, you don't." Your words are quiet, you hadn't meant to say them. They would do you no good, so what was the point?

His head snaps to you and the pain in his eyes makes you look away. "Yes. I do." His form slowly reverts. "It's waking up every morning and wishing you were there. It's -"

"Shut up." You hold back your sob. You're face is made and ruining all of Asmodeus's hard work isn't fair. It's what you keep focusing on as you lips move on their own.

"Mc, I-"

"Shut. Up." The command falls from your lips. "You called her name, Levi." All you can do is clench your fist and hold your eyes tightly closed. Even after all these months it still hurts just as much as when you were outside of his door in shock. "I showed you in the most vunerable way how much I loved you. You came inside of me and called her name!" You keep the tears at bay by biting your tounge as hard as you can. It's an easier pain to deal with than your heart as blood fills your mouth.

"I... I-I know." He turns his face to the table, body still shaking. "I-it was an accident. I w-was nervous and I-"

"You didn't even realize you did it, Leviathan. You screamed out her name on instinct. We're you even thinking of me? Or were you just using me as a hole to fill your weeb-ish little desires?!" You're so disgusted with yourself and you can't help the bitter laugh that leaves you. "God! I can't believe I ever let you touch me like that! I can't believe you're the man that made my heart race..."

You swallow the blood that continues to pool in your mouth and all you can hear is your heart beating in your ears. "I would rather have drank that love potion and been some scummy little freaks sex doll than ever be with you. At least Astoroth might have actually thought about me while he fucked me." You throw the coffee cup with your name on it across the room and make a quick escape, before your second step hits the floor, you've already teleported.

---

Levi cleaned out his room a month after he realized what he did. He still has manga, anime, even his computer games, but anything and everything Ruri-chan has been auctioned away. Sent to new homes of the highest bidders...

It's an obscene amount of Grimm sitting in a secret account, and even sold at discounted prices just to be rid of it, the amount of zeros almost makes him sick. It's a stark reminder of just how obsessed he was with Ruri. Letting his envy spiral out of control to the point where it had hurt you so much... his actions that day make him feel sick as he recalls your soft gasps. The feel of your lips and your body taking him so well as he quickly lost his way in you.

It was more than a dirty Otaku like him could have ever dreamed of... the fact you wanted such a worthless nerd like him. Your flushing face looking up to him like he was the only thing that ever mattered...

Sometimes he just sits and stares at his bank account. Yes, he's envy... but the amount of zeros on screen just serve as more punishment. His obsession had taken everything from him.

He's such a sick little pervert. Recalling your angry face as you screamed at him in the council room makes his cock twitch as he sighs deeply and closes his bank tab. It's shameful, absolutely disgusting, but he takes his pants down and slowly begins to stroke his cock.

You talked to him today. Acknowledged his existence after all these months.

It's more than he can take as he cums quickly on his keyboard, moans of your name forming in his throat as the remaining rope of his cum slides down his hand and pelvis.

It's how he should have acted when is cock was thrusting in and out of you, making you shake beneath him with such an adorable face as you milked his cock.

He throws the keyboard across the room, hitting his wall with a loud clatter as keys fly around his room.

His eyes fall to the trash bag he found outside of his door the morning after. Every piece of his love, his friendship with you...exactly where you want it. Gone and in the trash.

He's clung too hope that one day you would forgive him. That he could give you back everything, but he knows what's inside of the bag. Most of its Ruri and he can't ever give those things back to you. You don't want them and he doesn't blame you. The only reason he didn't sell all of that too was the simple fact it was the last piece he had of you.

It didn't matter that it was a bag full of rejection, it was from you...

He cleans himself up and tucks his now softend cock back into his pants as he wipes his hand.

Astoroth. That no good demon was going to enchant you. Make you shyly look at him with adoration and love... The thought of you writhing under another demon and panting their name makes his fist clench, and before he can stop himself, his tail has crushed his monitor.

Your gasp were his to hear. Your flushing face and soft lips are his. Your body belongs to him and no one else. He won't stand for it!

Diavolo wants to make a public display of Astoroth, he'll do the Prince one better.

---

As you and Lucifer walk quietly to the academy in the early morning, you do your best to keep collected. The brothers know your dirty little secret, your shame.

Replaced by a 2D girl and absolutely idiotic for acting like such a useless human, falling to the whims of the heart so easily.

Lucifer hasn't spoken a word to you about today's agenda or anything. You've lost his respect, you know it. All of your hard work, erased by simply giving your heart away.

Your thoughts keep you from noticing how Lucifer tenses. How his stride increases and it isn't until a pair of gloved hands grasp your face do you come back to reality.

"Keep your eyes closed, Mc." His voice is rough and you try to pull his hands away on instinct. They don't move, Lucifer is set on shielding you.

"Take Mc to the council room." It's Lord Diavolo's voice, strained, angry.

Lucifer keeps his hands over your eyes, guiding your body with his. It isn't until you are sat in your chair does he release your face. "Stay."

You sit still for a minute. You heard him leave, footsteps disappearing down the hall. What the hell could have happened? You pace the the room for a few minutes.

No one shows up and the meeting should have started fifteen minutes ago.

You can't sit idle any longer. Lucifer may have locked you in, but windows still exist and in his hurry he didn't secure those. You slip out easily enough, and walking around the building only makes your heart race.

Demons looking you over, whispering. Had they found out about your mistake as well?

It isn't until a familiar group of demons, your fan club, sees you and runs to your side that your stomach truly sinks.

They're begging you to stop. To go no further and that your beautiful eyes need not see the gore left behind. That this is a gift they'll protect you from this time.

You swallow thickly and push past them. Following the bewildered looks on the crowd.

You glance to the courtyard and your body freezes for a moment before your legs continue on. You can hear the simps speaking, but you can't make out the words. Diavolo and the others stand around the scene and you can't seem to catch your breath.

To Mc, with all my love. -Leviathan

It's written in blood across a banner of your favorite color. The calligraphy is fresh and still dripping. Worse yet is the body hanging strewn about on the statue and the campus yard. A head rest in the statues hands and you recognize it. The Demon from yesterday... Astoroth.

Maybe it's the shock, the confusion that leads your legs to slowly take you to your 'gift'. Sitting in the middle of his brothers and Lord Diavolo rest Leviathan. A happy smile on his face as he stand and closes the gap between the two of you.

He can't help but softly smile. Your in shock and awe at his gift to you. Its better than anything your fan club could ever do for you.

He gently cups your face and directs your gaze from his gift to himself, finger slowly tracing your bottom lip. You look so cute like this. This expression is limited edition and he gets to see it up close. "Do you like it?" He knows he sounds desperate, needy, but he just wants to hear your lovely voice say you like his gift. It's for you. He thought about nothing but your eyes and gentle lips as he placed Astoroth's parts exactly where he wanted. "It's my gift to you. The fan club can't do this. If it's not enough, I can do more. Make adjustments for you." He wipes his hands on his pants and picks you up, taking you closer. "If his eyes being open scares you, I'll close them. What ever you want, Mc."

"Leviathan."

Lucifers voice draws his attention and he huffs. "I'm busy giving Mc my present." He growls.

"Levi, Mc is in shock." Satan slowly approaches.

He takes a step back and laughs. "Of course they are. It's surely the best gift they've ever gotten." His smile is gentle as he looks you over.

"Leviathan, it seems Mc may be overwhelmed with such a touching gift of the heart. Perhaps speaking to them in private would help?" Diavolo gives a smile as he approaches, though not close enough to grab you. The last thing he needs is to startle the third born while he holds you. "My office is available, if you would like." He offers another smile.

He looks back to you and brushes his thumb across your cheek. He can tell you he's sorry. Maybe you'll even give him a kiss. The very thought makes him blush.

"I'll even escort you myself, come Leviathan." He turns and begins to slowly lead the way and the third born has taken the bait. He's so enamored with you he isn't even aware enough to see such an obvious ploy.

"Levi's gone off the fucking deep end!" Mammon is grabbed by Lucifer and he can't help but growl.

"If we make him feel threatened, theres no telling what could happen." Satan informs as he does his best to remain in place.

"Why would he do this?" Asmodeus's voice is full of confusion and fear.

"His obsession has shifted." Satan watches as the Prince and his brother round the corner. "Levi's room doesn't have anything with Ruri in it anymore. He's Envy." The blonde reminds his brothers.

"So he stopped obsessing over her and now it's Mc..." Belphie can feel his stomach twist.

"After yesterday...that was the tipping point."

---

Diavolo unlocks his door and opens it. Levi walks past him and looking you over, you're still in shock. He watches as the third born sets you softly on his desk. Hands moving to cup your face once more and the loving smile on Levi's face is just another indicator of how far the Avatar has slipped into his sin. Diavolo steps in and closes the door behind him, he doesn't miss the way Leviathan glares and how his grip on you tightens.

He keeps composed, moving to one of his bookcases he reaches a gloved hand out and plucks a book from the shelf. He turns back around and Levi's gaze hasn't faltered at all.

"This is one of Mcs favorite books. They found it just last month and have been smitten with it ever sense." It's not a lie...just some embellishments. Lies don't leave his lips, but he can coat his words and talk in circles enough that Leviathan won't notice, at least, not how he is now. "Due to its importance, it's had to stay in my office, but I know they would love to share it with you." He holds the book out and Levi looks at it with suspicion. "I know you and Mc would read manga together frequently.

Levi's hand slowly reaches for the tome. If he had been in his right mind, the magic flowing in waves would have been just so obvious for him to notice.

He doesn't though, and once his bare hand skims the cover of the book the third born falls unmoving to the floor. Barbatos has you picked up and off the desk as Diavolo moves to lock the door behind the three of you. When the Avatar comes too, he will be in a rage. The new object of his obsession gone and realizing he's been had... the office has so many enchantments and curses he won't escape it, and it will allow Levi time to return to his senses. To crawl from the pit of envy he's fallen into once more.

Your shock begins to fade, giving way to shaking and tears. You still can't make sense of it, your mind trying to keep itself together and process the information is still to much for you at the moment.

The Avatars watch as Barbatos continues to hold you. Diavolo knows that each and every one of them wishes to be in the butlers shoes, but your grip on him has him firmly in place and crowding you could just panic you more.

"I should have checked on Leviathan more."

"You are all Avatars of sin. It is not uncommon to fall to it. It's been ages since one of you have had such problems. Things as they were... it makes sense. Leviathan will come too and it will dissipate. He should be himself in a few days." Diavolo sighs as he takes a seat. "Leviathan's actions, while not right and motivated by his sin of Envy...I did warn the students of an Avatars wrath. It will set an example and keep Mc safe in the future." It's a small bright side to all of this, and he needs to focus on it. "Classes will be canceled for a few days, students are now well aware of consequences for trying to harm them. Overall, it could have been much worse."

"Mc should probably stay somewhere other than the house, atleast for tonight." Satan sighs as he runs his hand through his hair.

"Mc will be safe gaurded within the Palace. Having you all near will help bring comfort. I'll have the staff prepare for our arrival." Diavolo stands and excuses himself to place a call.

The room is silent expect for your shaking breaths and Barbatos's gentle voice whispering that you will be okay.

Someday.

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Screen Time, Take 5: A Blast From The Past

My college girlfriend asked me to watch Fellini’s La Strada with her one night. A professor from the theater department had assigned it for a class I’m sure was spent forcing students to walk across the room pretending to be tigers or as if moving through Jell-O before discussing a Samuel Beckett play they all had skimmed that week. I agreed to watch the movie. Of course, I owned a two-disc DVD copy of the La Strada and, of course, in the two years since I bought it, had failed to watch it. My Fellini phase started at 16 because Roger Ebert said I had to like La Dolce Vita (I saw it, hated it, pretended to like it for years), and solidified when a cool, attractive person I never ended up dating told me her favorite movie was 8 1/2, a movie that rewired my brain so that I only liked that movie and no other movie for about 5 months. Certainly, La Strada would be somewhere in the middle?

It isn’t. But that didn’t stop my girlfriend and I from popping in the second disc after we’d muscled our way through it to see a special feature with Martin Scorsese saying “this movie is good” for 40 minutes over clips of the movie we had finished watching five minutes prior.

“I don’t like how it’s dubbed.” I said.

“It’s the commedia dell’arte,” she said as I brewed a giant travel mug’s worth of coffee at my dorm room desk. This was before K Cups. I had a big tub of grounds and a machine that made one travel mug’s worth of coffee in my room so that I could wake up five minutes before class, and be caffeinated by the end of my morning power walk to Olin Hall. I also found that I needed caffeine in the evenings to get through any movie screening or exhausting conversations with other Bard students.

“OK. Yes. I get that.” I put the disk in the DVD player and sat back down in the maroon Dorito-dust-covered papasan. I poured powdered creamer into the mug and hit the button on the remote to hear what Scorsese had to say.

“La Strada is about commedia dell’arte.” he said to the documentarian.

“Hmm.” My girlfriend looked at me and then wrote ‘commedia dell’arte’ in her notebook. I rolled my eyes. She had recently learned about a subject, told me about it, heard the subject mentioned back to her, and wanted to make sure I heard that she was right about the thing that she said because now a professional director was saying it back to us from a screen. She often gave this affected performance of making sure I heard something she’d said before repeated by a friend at a party or a professor. It irked me but it was far from her most annoying habit (the incessant cheating).

There are several ways I would have reacted differently now. First, I would have remembered to bring my travel mug to the cafeteria so I could bring better coffee back to the dorm that evening. Second, I wouldn’t have scoffed at a person who knew a fact, heard the fact repeated, and took pleasure in acknowledging “Yes. I know that fact.” This moment of satisfaction is one of the rare pleasures a smart person gets to have.

Who doesn’t love already knowing stuff? It feels great. At a party “yes, anding” someone who said a fact you also know from a Bill Bryson book you both read? Or hearing someone repeat a snippet from RadioLab and finishing their sentence? That’s a true nerdy connection. It’s the same feeling I get when I read a history book and see an event I memorized the name of in high school and finally gain a real understanding of said event now that I have the patience to read and comprehend a modicum of historical context. Is there a word for that? For seeing something you’re familiar with in passing and then retracing your steps to find out more information, or even information you already knew? Not self-satisfied smugness, like someone who says “hmm” after your boyfriend’s hero repeats a phrase on a DVD extra. Not confirmation bias exactly. I mean the joy of watching a Ken Burns documentary and when the narrator mentions The Teapot Dome Scandal, your brain lights up and says “The Teapot Dome Scandal. We know about The Teapot Dome scandal. Hmm. Yes.” I swear, this feeling must have a name. It’s on the tip of my tongue.

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The most underrated 1980s teen movie

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Hello and welcome back to the Rewatch Rewind! My name is Jane, and this is the podcast where I count down my top 40 most frequently rewatched movies in a 20-year period. Today I will be discussing number 10 on my list: Embassy Pictures and Monument Pictures’ 1985 adventure romantic comedy The Sure Thing, directed by Rob Reiner, written by Steve Bloom and Jonathan Roberts, and starring John Cusack and Daphne Zuniga.

In his first term at a small northeastern college, Walter Gibson (known as “Gib”, played by John Cusack) is frustrated with his sex life, or rather, lack thereof. So when his high school best friend Lance (Anthony Edwards) sends him a picture from UCLA of a beautiful woman (Nicollette Sheridan) and promises that she’s a “sure thing” – no questions asked, no strings attached, no guilt involved – Gib takes the first ride he can find to California for winter break, even though that means traveling with Alison Bradbury (Daphne Zuniga), who has already rejected his underhanded advances and is on her way to visit her boyfriend (Boyd Gaines). Gib and Alison’s constant fighting finally pushes the driver (“Gary Cooper, but not the Gary Cooper that’s dead,” played by Tim Robbins) to abandon them on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, and they are forced to find their own way to LA. Their adventures prompt them both to learn from each other and start to change for the better.

I remember not being very interested in this movie when my mom first got it from the library, and her really having to talk me into watching it. I think I was pleasantly surprised the first time, but it wasn’t until I rewatched it a couple years later that I truly appreciated it and became kind of obsessed for a while. I saw it for the first time in 2004, then eight times in 2006, three times in 2007, once in 2009, three times in 2010, once in 2011, once in 2012, once in 2013, once in 2015, once in 2016, twice in 2019, and twice in 2022. I would have watched it more in recent years, but for a while I only had it on VHS (my sister’s had it on DVD for several years but since we don’t live near each other I don’t have many options to watch her copy, so I did finally get my own DVD of it last year) and it’s very rarely available on streaming services. There was a major boom of teen movies in the 1980s, many of which are still considered classics now, but hardly anybody ever talks about The Sure Thing, and I have no idea why because it is truly delightful.

Most of the people involved in this movie were just starting their careers. Rob Reiner had only directed one movie (This is Spinal Tap) prior to this, and it was both writers’ first feature film, and it was John Cusack’s first starring role. So The Sure Thing has the charms of a low-budget project that everybody’s making because they want to, not because they think they’re going to get rich and famous from it, with the added bonus that many of the actors did become rich and famous later, so you can watch it and go, “Oh look, it’s Dr. Mark Greene from ER back when he had hair” or “Wow, is that a very young Tim Robbins?” But even if none of them had made anything else, this would still be a fun movie to watch because the writing and acting are incredible, especially when it comes to the two main characters’ arcs.

I know the dynamic of a buttoned-down, over-organized control freak paired with a spontaneous, go-with-the-flow goofball has been done to death, but no movie does it better than The Sure Thing. The characters of Gib and Alison are so well developed that they feel like real people rather than a tired trope. Even though it’s fairly obvious from the moment Alison enters the story that she and Gib are ultimately going to end up together, their journey toward that predictable conclusion is never dull. Part of that is because of the obstacles they encounter on their journey across the country, but the main reason is because they were perfectly cast. Apparently both John Cusack and Daphne Zuniga were a lot like their respective characters at the time and therefore brought a lot of themselves to their roles. The whole “shotgunning a beer” bit was added because Cusack mentioned that was something he could do, and that became an important way to show the evolution of their characters and relationship. Initially, Rob Reiner didn’t even want to consider Cusack for the part of Gib because he was a minor, but the casting directors talked him into giving the then 16-year-old a chance, and Cusack’s audition convinced the director that he was the perfect Gib. Producer Roger Birnbaum went to court to have John Cusack emancipated and served as his legal guardian during filming. It is a little uncomfortable to know that Cusack was only 17 at the time of filming while his love interests were 20 and 21 – like, I know the age gap is only a few years, but he was technically a minor and they were technically adults, although their characters were all meant to be 18 or 19, so it’s not like the movie is promoting inappropriate relationships. Yes, it definitely would have been better to cast someone who was over 18, but at the same time, John Cusack does such an incredible job playing this character that I totally understand why they went ahead and cast him anyway. He plays Gib with the perfect balance of kind of a jerk but still kind of sweet that keeps the audience rooting for him while still criticizing his bad behavior. And the way he and Zuniga play off each other is endlessly compelling.

One of my favorite scenes, not just in this movie but in any movie, is after Gib and Alison have been kicked out of the car and accidentally left all their cash in a hotel room, and they’re sitting on the side of a deserted road at night hoping to hitch a ride. Alison finds a stick of gum in her purse, unwraps it, and the second she’s about to put it in her mouth, Gib says, “I’m starving.” So Alison dutifully breaks the gum in half and splits it with him. Then he starts listing other complaints until she can’t take it anymore and snaps, “Can’t you try to look on the bright side?” which of course is the sky’s cue to start pouring rain. In their desperate search for shelter, they find a trailer, but there’s a padlock on the door. Gib starts frantically pounding at the lock, and Alison thinks she might have a nail file in her purse, so she starts searching, and suddenly finds something much better. She tells Gib, “I have a credit card!” He’s so focused on getting into the trailer that at first he doesn’t understand the implications of what she said, and his immediate response is, “Credit cards work on a completely different kind of lock!” And Alison says, “I don’t think you understand: I have a credit card!” “You have a credit card?” “I have a credit card.” “You have a credit card.” And then her face falls as she remembers: “Oh. My dad told me specifically that I can only use it in case of an emergency.” And he just looks at her, soaked from the pouring rain, and deadpans, “Well, maybe one will come up.” And it’s just…so good. The comedic timing between the two of them is utter perfection.

And they’re also very good at having serious moments together. Like right after that scene, when they’re in a fancy restaurant because it was the only place they could find that would take a credit card – oh how times have changed – Gib opens up about where his interest in outer space came from. Earlier in the movie, both with Alison and with other girls, he’s tried to use his knowledge of space and astronomy to impress/seduce women – not very effectively – but here he’s being vulnerable and genuine, and Alison’s reactions show that she recognizes and appreciates that. And then when they finally get to LA and separate, they both do such a great job of showing how much they have changed, while still remaining true to who their characters have been from the beginning. Alison starts to realize that her boyfriend Jason, whose idea of a good time is staying home, playing cards, and admiring the special hangers and flannel sheets, is not nearly as fun to be around as Gib. And after making such a deep personal connection with Alison, Gib starts to question whether an emotionless sexual encounter with the Sure Thing is really what he’s looking for. Neither of them say these things in so many words, but they make it abundantly clear how they’re feeling, and it’s very rewarding as an audience member to see the characters we’ve become so invested in reach that point in their journeys. But they’re also very mad at each other, mostly because they’ve fallen for each other against their will, and it isn’t until they somehow get back to the east coast (we never see how that happens, but I guess it’s not important) that they resolve this tension. And the way they reconcile through a paper that Gib has their English professor (played by Viveca Lindfors) read to the class is an amazing way end the movie. So basically, this is a story about two very well-written, perfectly cast characters who go on an extremely satisfying journey that is just as fun to watch the 20th time as the first.

Now, if you’ve listened to other episodes, or even just read the description of this podcast, you might be a little confused right now. “But Jane,” I can imagine you thinking, “Aren’t you aromantic and asexual? Isn’t this movie all about a character pursuing sex, and then coming to the very amatonormative conclusion that he should commit romantically and sexually to the one person he’s had an emotional connection with? Why would a movie like that be in your top 10?” And you know, those are fair questions. They’re the kinds of questions I asked myself a few years ago, when I suspected I might be aroace but wasn’t completely convinced. And an important step on my path to recognizing that that label truly described me was when I realized that I appreciate this movie from a very aroace perspective. For one thing, it always irked me that the movie ends with Gib and Alison kissing. “Why can’t they end up as friends?” my obliviously aromantic teenage self would lament during the years when I was watching this movie the most. But on the other hand, I had always appreciated the message that forming a genuine emotional connection with someone is more fulfilling than casual hookups with people you’ve lied to and manipulated to get them to sleep with you. So I liked the part about “sex isn’t actually the end all be all of human experience” but I disliked that the conclusion was “but finding a romantic partner is” – could there be a more aroace response to this movie?

And as I thought about it even more, I realized that, even though I’m positive that this was not the intention of any of the filmmakers, there is a way to interpret the character of Gib as being on the asexual spectrum. In the first half of the movie, he does appear to be in constant pursuit of sex, at least at first glance, but a lot of his attempts are kind of halfhearted. You get the feeling that he wants to be able to say he’s slept with a lot of people because his friends and society tell him that’s what will make him cool. He seems a lot happier and more comfortable when he’s stopped trying to seduce Alison, and ultimately, even though the Sure Thing is definitely willing to sleep with him, he decides he doesn’t want that anymore, despite having travelled across the country specifically to have sex with her. Obviously, there are a lot of different conclusions that could be drawn from this. I think a big one is that people who are socialized as boys, regardless of whether they’re asexual or not, are often given a very toxic and unhealthy message about what their sex lives should be like, including the idea that women are objects to be tricked into providing momentary pleasure, and that having lots of sex is what makes you a real man. So it’s rather refreshing to see a coming of age story that shows a young man maturing by actively choosing not to have sex with a woman who is given no name, and is only identified by her willingness to put out. And in some ways I don’t want to encourage the headcanon that Gib is asexual because I think it’s important to show that allosexual men are allowed to say “no” when it doesn’t feel right, and that that doesn’t make them less of a man. But I also think the disconnect between how Gib is expected to feel about the Sure Thing and how he actually feels when he meets her is very relatable to asexual people. Society’s messages about how “normal” people feel about sex and sexual attraction are very confusing to people who don’t feel that way. And I guess what this movie is trying to say is that some of those messages don’t apply even to allosexual people. I just wish it didn’t perpetuate the amatonormative message that sex and romance are vital aspects of the most important relationship in everyone’s lives. In the story that Gib writes to reveal to Alison that he didn’t sleep with the Sure Thing, he reveals that she asked, “Do you love me?” and that for the first time in his life, he knew that those were more than just words, and that if he said it, it would be a lie, so he said no and left. And again, part of that feels very amatonormative, but at the same time, the whole idea of being true to yourself and honest with any prospective partners is a good message for people of all romantic and sexual orientations.

I still hope to find a movie about a journey like this in which the leading man and woman explicitly end up as friends (let me know if you’re aware of one), but I can almost be content imagining that soon after the events of this movie, Gib and Alison realize that they don’t actually like kissing each other but remain BFFs. Hey, it could happen! But that was definitely not the intent, and if you like cute 80s teen romance movies, The Sure Thing is definitely one to check out – if you can track it down. Don’t let my weird aromantic headcanon ruin your appreciation for this romance. I’m not saying this movie was made for aroace people by any means; my point is that realizing I was enjoying this movie in a very aroace way helped me come to the conclusion that I am aroace. And it’s also a great movie aside from all that, as one would expect from this director and cast.

Thank you for listening to me discuss another of my most frequently rewatched films. The Sure Thing was the only movie I watched exactly 26 times in the 20 years I was tracking, and I didn’t watch any exactly 27 times, so next week I will be talking about the movie I watched 28 times, which is widely – and extremely incorrectly – regarded as one of the worst movies ever made. So that should be a fun episode. As always, I will leave you with a quote from that next movie: “Forget ‘herb.’ I never heard of a hit that had the word ‘herb’ in it.”

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