#like damn i really thought this woman was interested in me FUCKING DUMB FUCKING DUMB SJFUIFFKFJFKRKFJRIF
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the average wlw experience is never knowing if shit is platonic or not
#i am still screaming abt this. like i am on my period. i have to kick and complain abt things#like damn i really thought this woman was interested in me FUCKING DUMB FUCKING DUMB SJFUIFFKFJFKRKFJRIF#i am repeating she likeS A BOY IM NOT A BOY bc it's a bop. but also bc it lets all the shit out#frustrating shit#i guess i am into emotionally unavailable women#i'm prob deleting this one it's just too much lol#like i am so stupid i give up on reading people like. i cant read anyone for shit.#i def dont know how attraction works anymore like. absolutely forgotten#I AM ANGRY AT MYSELF SO ANGRY AT MYSELF IF YOU HAVENT NOTICED#god writing a fic tomorrow is gonna be so cathartic pls#boludeces y reclamos mios(?
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୨୧ nsfw alphabet (william afton x fem!reader)
author notes: i felt too shy to post something here but I really want to share my writing with you, so I’ll be very glad if you like it <3 ty
cw: p in v, oral (m and f receiving), fear play, knife kink, daddy kink, choking, older man/younger woman, degrading, praising.
minors dni
art by melokoii and imsanlee
A — Aftercare
William is quite rough during sex, but he gets softer after. He can quickly kiss you on forehead or gently stroke your hair, telling you what a good and obedient girl you were for him.
He can feel detached if he's in a bad mood and doesnt have strength to hide it. In this case, he doesn't show much emotion or interest. Doesn't bother to make sure you're okay.
B — Body part
William pays a lot of attention to your neck, sometimes leaving little hickeys on it. Sometimes passionate kisses. Sometimes worse things, like marks from his hands that squeeze your neck hard enough that you turn blue.
William likes your eyes because they speak much louder than your words.
William likes the fear he sees in them. It's like a drug to him, fueling his desire even more. He gets turned on by the fact that you're afraid and can't push him away. He likes the way you involuntarily flinch when he's too close, the way you catch your breath. It's just another reminder that he has control over you.
This isn't just an expression of fear or despair. It's a reflection of your true feelings for him. You're scared, but at the same time you feel a sick attraction to him.
A delightful mixture of emotions that he considers beautiful — fear.
He likes the way you try to hide your true feelings behind the mask of a brave girl. He knows that deep down you belong to him, your body and soul. And he'll make you really sure of that.
Your eyes are a reflection of your soul, revealing your sick and perverted thoughts and desires. A scared look serves as a reminder of how much power he has over you and how much you need him.
So yes, William loves your eyes. Not because they are beautiful and captivating, but because they show him how much you depend on him. And what are your real feelings.
Neither breasts, nor butt, nor any other part of the body that is considered attractive in a woman. William isn't kind of man who cums in his pants at the sight of bare breasts and nipples.
C — Cum
He prefers to cum inside, first of all, to show his superiority over you. Although you can imagine fairy tales that it's because he wants a baby, that's not really true. Afton already has three offsprings, and he doesn't seem to be taking good care of them.
One day, man leaned closer and whispered in your ear: "Will you let me cum inside, bunny?"
You turned your head to him, but he just grinned when he saw how cock drunk you were, pussy clenching on his shaft. You looked so dumb and all what came out of your parted lips were moans of his name as he thrusted inside of you. But for one second, he saw the fear in your eyes when you realized his his question. The fear of getting pregnant. The fear that he's holding you tight and you won't break free even if you want to. He shuddered. A second later, you felt his seed pouring inside. You immediately gasped in shock.
"Oh, baby," a hoarse whisper behind you, William catching his breath. "Damn, did I cum inside? Sorry, I must have gotten too carried away."
D — Dirty secret
William himself is a big fucking secret that no one would want to solve. No one has a simple idea of what is on this person's mind. Because sane people just can't think of such things.
You were aware that William has strange scars. But it was a big surprise to find out that they covered his entire body, every part: neck, arms, legs, pelvis, back, torso. They seemed painful, born a lot of questions, but they were wildly intriguing. The scars were perfectly symmetrical and fresh.
At some point, you found yourself going crazy, thinking they were attractive. But William turned out to be even more insane when he asked you to stick your nails in them.
William's completely naked body against yours was a surprise. He always left clothes on during sex, whether it was a shirt or trousers, but now hes not wearing anything. He was on top, his silvery eyes boring into yours. You didn't dare turn away, intrigued by what would happen next. William gritted his teeth, how charmed you were by him. This undoubtedly reinforced his narcissistic ego.
William's finger runs over your lower lip, pressing on it to open your mouth a little. William behaves differently, very differently. In any other case, this man would have already ruined you, fucked you hard and rough. But right now there's no hint of it.
"You like them," William says quietly, and grins when he meets your questioning gaze. "my scars."
"They are perfectly symmetrical..." your eyes run over his body.
He doesn't answer, instead he presses his nose against your neck and you feel his smile on your skin. You're confused, you don't know how to react to his touches and actions. How to behave in such a situation. Everything that is happening is new. William doesn't usually behave like that.
"Touch them." Afton suddenly says, looking up at you again.
You don't understand where the situation is heading, but you obey. The pads of your fingers lightly, almost weightlessly touch his scars on his shoulders. William nods for you to continue, and you run your fingers down his back, sensing his scars. William sighs, closing his eyes, his body tense, the veins on his forehead and arms popping out.
"Harder, y/n, harder." William's breathing harder. You can hear his heartbeat quicken. "fuck, do it with your nails, damn it." you shake your head, already scared of what this is all going to lead to.
"William, no, I won't do that!" you reject, but William doesn't care. In his eyes, you're acting like a brat, well, okay. His hands grab you by wrists and he literally forces you to follow his command. Against your will, your nails dig into his scars.
"That's it, that's it, y/n, yes."
"William..." you dive deeper into William's scars, peeling off the barely healed skin. Blood begins to flow down his arm. William's eyes are closed, and the only thing that can be heard is his loud breathing along with hoarse moans.
It's crazy, you don't know if it's a dream or not. It's wrong to hurt a person. Even if himself asked for it. But you can't stop, you keep tearing at his scars with your nails.
William leans closer to you, placing his palm on your cheek. You're afraid to even look at his face, but you don't have a choice. Although William's eyes are looking somewhere through you, his gaze is empty, mentally he's not here. A small wound on his dry lips bursts with a wide smile.
This is crazy, you think. I'm crazy, you tell yourself, because it turns me on. And William's voice, with sighs and groans, sounds more beautiful than ever.
A disgusting metallic smell filled your nostrils. The sheets under you are soaked in William's blood, you continue to roughly pick at his scars, also staining yourself with a dark red liquid. William's body is shaking. Open scars begin to burn. This pain is everywhere, and William feels it far from on a physical level, no. At some higher one.
And the next moment, Afton covers your lips with his own, pressing his already bloody body against you. He groans into your mouth and pushes his tongue inside, running it over your teeth. He kisses you roughly, continuing to rub his body against yours, which causes pleasant stimulation for both of you. You grab his brown hair, pulling his head back. You can taste awful taste of William's blood mixed with your saliva.
The kiss is sloppy, dirty, disgusting and aggressive. Just like William himself.
William is a disgusting and perverted man whose moral principles are far from normal. A very dark thought is wandering in his sick brain, which has been visiting him too often lately, even in his sleep. To share you with his business partner, Henry, fucking Emily. The sight of you trying to take two cocks at once stuck in William's head for a long time.
E — Experience
He has three children, so yes. Even before he got married, he had... one-night stands, but rarely. He usually studied hard, sometimes staying at the university until late at night.
Although you asked him to tell you more about his past relationship, before he met Clara, William refused, with a shadow of a smile. You're walking on very thin ice. It's a secret you shouldn't know yet.
F — Favorite position
His favorite poses involve dominance and control. He likes it when he can fuck you deeply without breaking eye contact. This is usually a classic old missionary.
He also likes it when you wrap your legs around him if he fucks you against wall. This allows him to enter you rougher and much deeper.
As a punishment, its usually poses where you can't see his face. William knows your weak spot, he noticed not so long ago how you always try to keep your eyes on him, peering and studying.
Also doesn't mind bending you over his desk in his own office. And the cherry on top is an unlocked door, so that sex turns into real torture while you try to restrain your moans. Either it's Henry, who can show up, as always, without knocking, or the staff, who can hear the sounds of bodies slapping and your moans, he doesn't care.
G — Goofy
William isnt a piece of ice that always walks around with a stone face. He has a sense of humor, even if you don't understand it. His humor is witty, dry, sometimes even rude, sarcastic, gloomy, caustic. He can make fun of your behavior in bed, of your inexperience, of things you don't know.
H — Hair
William is well-groomed, he shaves, not everything, but keeps clean. Being a perfectionist isnt easy, but he takes care of himself down there too. He expects the same from you.
I — Intimacy
William may be quite romantic in the early stages of a relationship. Gifts, romantic dates and compliments. All of this to create a feeling of affection.
But he's head and shoulders above such simple and tedious things, in his eyes it's all pretty boring.
William can be gentle and caring if necessary. And here, as in many other things, he hides his true self, his sick and animal sadistic nature.
William is a man with three children. Being a single father isn't easy, but he managed to learn how to wake up before sunrise and cook lunch boxes for them to school. William paid more attention to Elizabeth. All the drawings of his daughter were pasted on the walls of the Afton house. There were always about ten packages of ice cream of different flavors in the fridge, and girl's closet was bursting with a lot of dresses.
William paid a lot of attention to you, too. Whenever children were visiting Henry, William invited you to a romantic dinner at home. His culinary skills were amazing, all his dishes were delicious in appearance and taste.
The way his long fingers squeeze a lemon, the juice of which covers the phalanges, and then drips onto the meat. Your cheeks turn pink, you can't contain the association this sight causes. But it's just William, who does the usual household chores. Such thoughts shouldn't enter your head.
"Do you like the way I cook? I guess i pay a lot of attention to details, don't you think?"
The way his hands are covered in animal blood up to the wrist when he cuts up meat. You shouldn't fucking find it sexy. It's just fucking William, who's just cooking. You need to cool down.
His hand holding a butcher knife evokes another wave of memories. How he held a knife to your neck while ruining your pussy. You... you shouldn't like these kind of things…
It's first signs that you're drowning in this shit, first alarm bells that you're going crazy. And William is more than happy to see what he's turning you into.
He has one of his favorite things in his house — a vinyl record player from the UK, a family treasure inherited from his dead grandfather. It often plays old songs from the 40s and 50s. William is beckoning you with his finger. You feel pretty awkward not knowing anything about the hits of these years and dances thanks to big age difference with William. And when he asks you to dance a little to these songs, you act a little awkward, stepping on his oxfords.
William chuckles, watching your clumsy movements. He puts his arm around your waist, guiding your steps to the beat of the music. His fingers intertwine with yours, and you slowly spin around the room. His hand slides down your back, pressing against your curves.
William always prefers the old-fashioned style of clothing, he always wore white socks with black shoes, brown or black trousers, shirts, vests, sometimes suspenders. He looked damn handsome, perfectly matching the old hits that were sounding on the old record player.
J — Jack off
Only if he really needs to and you're not around. William rarely masturbates, he doesn't have time for this, always busy with paperwork, repairing animatronics and settling conflicts at work. But if you aren't there to calm his arousal, then his hand reaches for the zipper of his pants. Then William takes polaroid photos of you out of his desk. Or maybe of someone else
K — Kink
Dirty talk + humiliation: William has a sharp tongue and it plays a terrible role in sex. He doesn't mind praising you, knowing that you melt when he call you a good girl, but he loves to humiliate you. In all ways. Makes you rub on his expensive oxfords, covering them with your slick. He looks down at you, literally spitting out "Dirty whore."
Or when he pushes inside of you, takes you by the hair and whispers into your lips: "Is that how you like to be fucked, like little stupid whore? I didn't even prepare you but your cunt sucking my cock in so deep. A pathetic little fuck toy. Do you know what i think about when I fuck you? No? About how i slit your throat and break your little bones. Oh, what was that? Are you fucking moaning? Whore, you're even worse than me." There's a distinct mix of disgust in his voice.
Asphyxia/choking: The thought that you are literally in his hands and he can strangle you excites him. He completely controls your life, right up to your very last breath. You think it's just such a fetish, because he likes rough sex. But William looks at it from a different angle. When his hands squeeze you so hard, far from sexually, but like a predator, like a killer, not giving you a breath of air, and your eyes are already rolling back as connection with the world is lost, when his face becomes blurred. That's what William thinks is sexy — the fact that he controls your fate, whether you die or not, depends on him.
Bloodplay: William likes the look of blood, that red disgusting liquid. He hates mess, but whenever the floor of a pizzeria gets dirty with someone's blood, the remains of a brain or even some organs, he is overjoyed. It's probably the only mess he doesn't hate to clean up.
Whenever his hands are covered in blood, Afton without doubt will touch you. He will share this blood with you, leaving it on your clothes or body. William can be so disgusting that he uses a blood liquid as a lube. It's usually your blood, rarely his.
Knife play: William's murder weapon was and always will be a knife. No matter how good others are, the knife will always be special to him. After all, it allows him to approach the victim physically, to see their face distorted by pain. To look into their pitiful eyes, to peer into that very last look when life leaves their body.
Afton loves using a knife when he takes not only someone's life, but also your clothes, especially underwear. He quickly cuts your bra and panties if he needs quick access to your body. Before you can even blink, he's already running the blade over your ribs, stomach, down to your pubic. At this point, fear already appears. William is full of surprises and you will never be able to predict his next move. This creates a sense of power and control. The way a knife can cut through your flesh or clothes, the way a knife creates a sense of vulnerability in you, allowing William to maintain superiority.
If you've been good, he'll put the knife away, beside your underwear or what's left of it.
But if you've been a bad girl, William will definitely hurt you, not deadly, but a cut or scar will remain, on the inside of your thigh or under your breasts, wherever he pleases. This is your punishment, one of his favorites.
If he's in a bad mood or fucking you roughly, he can press the blade against your neck, right against the carotid artery. "Don't squirm or my hand will shake and I might accidentally kill you. You don't want that to happen, right?"
Daddy kink: William never thought about it. He discovered this kink some time ago, when you were so blissful from his cock that you accidentally moaned "daddy!", which immediately turned your cheeks and even your ears red. You immediately shut your mouth, looking ashamed, and hid your face on his shoulder. The level of embarrassment was too great.
"What was that?" William stopped thrusting, which made you almost whine. He pulled back a little to get a good look at your flushed face. "What did you call me? Repeat." because of your shyness, you were speechless. How could you blurt that out? He must have gotten angry. "I won't continue until i hear that word from you again, dear." His fingers lift your chin, forcing you to look at him.
Daddy kink suggests that he takes the role of a dominant and caring figure during sex. It includes William calling you "babygirl" or "princess" and saying how proud he is of you. He likes to control the situation and also show care, even if it is fake.
L — Location
Wherever he wants.
William's sex drive is far from low, he's already fucked you enough in the bedroom, living room and shower, so he's moved on to the next level.
His office, the basement (did it always smell so horrible here?), his car, the park (it was supposed to be just a cute date). And his most favourite is Henry's desk.
M — Motivation
When William plays psychologist with you. When he listens to you pouring out your soul to him and telling him about your problems. Whether it's the little things or something worse: problems with parents or self-esteem.
William enjoys seeing your shoulders droop, your voice tremble and your eyes turn red from crying. At such moments, William opens his arms to you, pressing your face swollen from crying to his chest. His hands are running through strands of your hair as he soothingly rocks you from side to side, sweetly whispering: "My girl, cry, cry as loudly as you can. I'm here." You weaken in his arms, immediately turning into a small child who needs only support and words of comfort.
William knows this and he has no problem being a shoulder to cry on. In his eyes, you are vulnerable, weak and fragile, practically begging him to destroy you, not only physically. Break your psyche, destroy your idea of what a healthy relationship is, make you fall in love with him completely. And he's damn good at it.
N — No
William doesn't like the idea of you dominating him. It just doesn't excite him. Most likely, he will let you try, but only for the first ten minutes, then he'll push you away and pin you against wall or bed. "You done? Now it's time for daddy to show you where you belong."
O — Oral
William is a selfish man, but that doesn't mean he won't please you. Not only his cock, but also his tongue make you arch and moan. Afton knows how to touch a woman, and he is very well versed in female anatomy. He slowly circles your clit with his tongue, while his two fingers are already inside your pussy, moving at a smooth pace.
Then he pulls away, his chin wet with your juices. His fingers are still thrusting. You lift your hips, clutching the sheets.
"Naughty girl, did you think i'd let you cum?"
And while you are trying your best not to reach orgasm, William first gently kisses your clit, and then begins to suck on it, making your toes curl.
William likes it when you give him a blowjob, there's something special about the way you look at him, trying to take all his length in your mouth, but he doesn't always show it. He can be quite restrained and detached, focusing on his own pleasure rather than on your condition.
Sometimes he loses control if you stimulate him not only with your tongue, but also with your hands, caressing his heavy balls. He catches his breath as you push his cock deeper into your throat, his fingers grabbing your hair, pulling you roughly to guide you. His hips involuntarily jerk forward, setting a fast rhythm.
P — Pace
Depends on his mood.
William knows perfectly how to move in a way that will bring you to ecstasy, make you moan and cum in seconds. However, he doesn't always keep the perfect pace. Sometimes he behaves like an asshole, roughly fucking you, moving jerkily, no stimulating you and no allowing you to cum after. And it really hurts, it feels like you've been stabbed right in the most sensitive part of your body. William usually uses this pace in punishments.
In general, his pace is rough and assertive, which reflects his aggressive nature not only in sex.
But there is another side of fucking with him, when your whole body is pierced with an electric current, adding colors to pleasure. The combination of this creates a beautiful picture of agony and dizzying orgasm.
William rarely moves slowly and gently, only at the beginning of your relationship, when he still didn't want to reveal his true side.
Q — Quickie
He's not really a fan of quickies. William likes to do everything slowly, enjoying the moment. To slowly chew the pieces. But there are some circumstances and situations that just force him to fuck you right here and now.
High on adrenaline, sweat broke out on his forehead as his pupils dilated. William throws the bloody knife on the floor, right next to the dead body. The impulses of the sick arousal send signals directly to his twisted brain. William lifts Spring Bonnie's head, revealing his face, a wry insane smile on his lips.
A dead child can wait. William's hands wrap around your throat, forcibly pinning you against the wall. You don't even have a chance to take your last breath, all you can do is grab his wrist, face is distorted with fear. William is more dangerous than ever now. He's already taller than you and now he's wearing an animatronic costume, which has only made him even taller, bigger, scarier. The blood on his hands and the remains of human organs on Spring Bonnie's fur. You're terrified.
"No, I'm not going to kill you. Something much-much worse." he says, as his hands begin to explore your body.
It also happens when William is sitting in his office, busy with work and you're on his lap. You can do what you want, but the clear rule is not to disturb him. And you're trying, really trying to be good girl, but you're fucking sitting on his lap. It turns you on. And you start moving, slowly and carefully fidgeting so Afton wouldn't notice. But you're getting awfully wet and you're not good at hiding your sighs.
"What are you doing, y/n?" he notices your movements. "What a fucking pervert, can't even sit still for ten fucking minutes?"
"I'm sorry," you sob, making a guilty face. "i'm sorry, I just…"
"Just a whore who can't sit still for a minute without my cock inside?" he throws the pen away and then grabs your hips, pushing you onto the table, right on top of his blueprints. "look at you, all soaking just from sitting on my lap." he hisses as his hands work on his belt.
And you're not sure how he's going to use that belt: tie your hands or spank you.
R — Risk
Having sex in his office with the door open is already a damn risk for you. But not for William Afton.
"Stupid lamb," he thinks, seeing how scared you are every time Henry's voice is heard outside the door.
William will put you in more frightening and risky situations than this. It's a dust compared to what he has planned for you.
Afton is always open to trying new things, especially in sex. Usually the offers come from him, not from you. Your brain just doesn't work in that way, yet. William often encourages you to experiment, enjoying your nervousness and inexperience.
This person prefers to risk your health by not using condoms, instead putting you on oral contraceptives.
S — Stamina
He has a lot of stamina, which was useful not only in chasing that boy who tried in vain to escape, but also in sex. Usually William lasts about 20 minutes.
There will be as many rounds as William wants. And, of course you, being his obedient girl, will accept them.
T — Toys
William doesn't use them very often, but he does have some.
Blindfold, handcuffs and vibrator. These three things can be used on you simultaneously or separately. It all depends on what kind of mood he is in.
If he blindfolds you, then he comments his every move. He runs his hands over your breasts, at first just gently touching, squeezing a little, making your nipples harden. And then he pulls them, causing pain, watching your skin turn red.
If he handcuffs you, it's either because you asked him to try or because it's your punishment. Anyway, eventually your hands are handcuffed tightly and painfully behind your back while you kneel in front of him with his cock in your mouth. The view is amazing, William thinks, moving his hips and going deeper, making you wanna vomit. And the thing is, you can't even tap on his leg to tell him to slow down. But that's the point of these handcuffs, that they immobilize you.
"Why all those tears?" he smirks. "didn't you ask for it yourself?"
If William uses a vibrator on you, he holds your hips, pressing the vibrating toy directly against your clit. You're crying not only from pleasure, but also from the growing pain of overstimulation, since you have already cum twice.
U — Unfair
William is an unfair man, in everything. And when it comes to sex, he's doubly unfair. He doesn't know which he likes more: to mock morally or physically, so he chooses both.
He spends eternity with you, stretching you to take his cock, making you so wet that three of his fingers easily enter you. And at the end... a sudden call to work. And the worst part is, he leaves a ghostly kiss on your lips with a whisper: "don't play with yourself while I'm gone, honey. You don't want to be punished, do you?"
William brings you to the meetings that his old friend Henry holds at the end of the work week to see how many dollars they earned. Henry likes to bring his favorite beer, snacks, and he's usually the only one who talks a lot.
You are sitting at the table, discussing something and eating, when suddenly you feel William's hand creeping under your skirt.
And then he pushes your panties to the side, his long fingers touching your clit, what makes you flinch slightly.
"Y/n, is everything okay?" Henry asks.
Meanwhile, you feel William's damn fingers spreading your wet folds, and he inserts one finger. You're choking on your food.
"Yes," Henry needs to be distracted urgently. "c-can you open the window? It's so stuffy in here."
Henry narrows eyes, but gets up from the table and walks over to the window. William starts to run his finger faster over your clit, and you make a moan, which you quickly hide with a cough.
V–Volume
Loud moans from him are rare. William takes deep breaths that ends in growls. Sometimes he makes little moans, murmuring how tight your cunt feels.
If he degrades you, he will mock you by imitating your whines and moans.
William's voice is attractive, and the british accent makes it even better.
The way he pronounces the letter "r" and stretches words, goosebumps run down your spine. When he whispers praises as "my good girl" or "my little rabbit." Or when he growls while fucking you, its both scary and exciting. His voice is enveloping.
His british accent is like velvet, soft and sophisticated. When he speaks, it seems that every word is covered with honey, slowly dripping from his tongue. It's like he's casting a spell on you, and you're succumbing to his charm.
W — Wildcard
Chica wasnt working properly. William needed to see what was wrong with her beak, but he needed someone to hold tools and napkins for him. This job won't take long, he promised you. But you've been here for hours. Turns out that something was wrong with the robot's voice box, Chica couldn't pronounce her lines correctly.
He explained something to you about robotics and how all these mechanics work, but every word he said passed you by. You couldn't concentrate. Although his request was quite simple, it was a real torture for you. The air in the room became heavier and thicker, you felt the warmth spreading throughout your body, passing through all organs and sinking to the bottom of your belly. You didn't know why. Or didn't want to know.
William was half-naked. His white shirt and purple vest were hanging on a chair. You're used to seeing a man like this, he often took off his outer clothes so as not to stain them. After all, work with animatronics has always been very very dirty.
You saw the proves of these words on William's fingers. It's always those damn fingers, you think. William's are long, thin and insanely beautiful. They're calloused, with small wounds. And now they were even more beautiful, stained with animatronic oil.
You tried to focus on something else, but William wiped his hand on his pants, leaving a dark oil stain on them. It only made everything worse. You urgently needed a fresh breath of air, not only because of this sight, but also because of the terrible smell that quickly spread as William began to pick at Chica's beak with a screwdriver.
"What is that smell?" you asked, wrinkling your nose.
"Chica has leftover pizza in her mouth and beak, probably expired. The smell is terrible, i agree." William muttered back. How did pizza ended up there...?
The smell was almost unbearable and your nostrils burned from irritation.
Expired pizza doesn't smell like that.
You turned your head to the yellow animatronic and leaned a little closer, getting under William's arm. Chica looked a little scary without a beak, her mouth turned into a dark hole with a lot of wires sticking out of it. The smell intensified, and you winced again, trying not to breathe through your nose. How could William even breathe so normally? You began to look closely at Chica's face, her design and a cute bib covered with a few drops of blood. Wait, what?
"Why is there blood on it?" you asked again, not taking your eyes off the animatronic.
"One boy got hurt. You know, it happens, the movements of animatronics are not always smooth. He must have tried to hit her." there's a slight pause, and he grins. "Children can be cruel."
You narrowed your eyes as you considered Afton's words. Before you reached the logical conclusion in your mind, William's voice sounded right in your ear, which made you flinch.
"Hand me the soldering iron." he asked, and you nodded, handing him the instrument. When his dirty fingers touched yours, you tensed up.
"This smell... " you couldn't ignore the strange topic. "it doesn't smell like an expired pizza at all."
"Did you know that curiosity killed the cat?" it sounded rather threatening. William stopped picking at robot's beak, making a serious face. You instantly froze, regretting the question you asked. "Haha, what happened?" he laughed. "That's just a warning for the future."
You didn't know what to say. You bit the inside of your cheek in worry, sighing. Although the smell was all over the place.
"Now my turn to ask." he put Chica's beak on the floor along with the tools, his hands reached for a napkin, wiping away the dirt. You were waiting for a question, worried. William was dangerously close to you, the terrible stench from Chica mixed with the smell of his cigarettes. Disgusting, but intriguing. "Do you like me?"
"No." you answer categorically. He looks at you in fake surprise, knowing full well that you're lying. "I mean, yes, a little bit, but-"
He rubbed between his eyebrows, smearing oil there as well. "Actually, i asked to listen to your stupid excuses once again." he paused before grinning. Your flushed face looked ridiculous, but it was pretty cute. "do you really think I don't notice the way you look at me? You think i dont know you're checking me out?"
Your stomach just did a somersault. Your throat got dry. But the last question fucked everything up.
"Do you think I don't know that you touched yourself in the toilet of my pizzeria?" William asked tartly, speaking the question emphatically loudly. You felt sick.
"How did you...?" you stammered, not even denying his words, you were so shocked.
"Cameras, Y/n. You're lucky I saw and not Henry." William continued to mock, slowly crawling up to you. His hand was on your leg. You couldn't take your eyes off his hands, now the oil has stained your clothes too. A chill ran down your spine, you lost all thoughts in a second. Even the disgusting smell seemed to have disappeared.
You automatically moved back and immediately squeaked softly in pain when you hit the back of your head against the wall. William's lips parted in a crooked grin.
"Stop acting like that." he commanded as if to a dog. William moved closer, getting between your legs. He was crawling towards you like a predator to a frightened prey, ready to attack and sink his fangs into its throat.
The dirty oil from his fingers burned your skin. His gaze stared into you, and the oil on his fingers left a stain on your shirt. You couldn't fight it anymore, your body succumbed to his touch, his hands slid over your hips.
"Come on, honey, take the initiative. Kiss me. You wanted this so badly, why don't you take the chance if I'm right in front of you?" you remained motionless, your body tensed. It was unclear if this was another mockery.
His words hung in the air, remaining as a tempting offer. You couldn't hold back the blush that spread across your cheeks, your pulse quickened and your heart seemed to jump out of your chest.
Your lips touched his in a feather-light kiss. William let out a malicious laugh into your mouth, his palms cupped your face, forcibly pulling you closer, now staining your cheeks with oil. His tongue ran teasingly over your lips before sliding inside, brazenly exploring every corner of your mouth. You gave yourself to him completely, wrapping your arms around his neck. William pulled away, your eyes met as you both needed to catch breath.
Before you could say anything, his hands began to unbutton your shirt, exposing your bra underneath. William's fingers traced the contours of your nipples through the fabric, making them harden. William smiled slyly, leaning in for another kiss before whispering, "good girl." He grinned when he heard you moan.
His hands quickly got to your pants and he pulled them down to your knees.
William fucked your mouth with aggressive kisses, not allowing you to pull away.
"Little pervert. Fucked herself with her fingers in the toilet of a children's fucking diner." William growled. "You couldn't even cum. Your little fingers aren't enough to satisfy your cunt, are they?"
You closed your eyes, nodding obediently. Again... again these mocking that make you want to howl plaintively.
You were humiliated by agreeing with every word he said. It was arousing as hell, your needy eyes screamed: "fuck me, right now and right here." Everything in your body burned and ached, begging him for more.
"Buddy, are you done with Chica?" Henry's voice rang out in the hallway of the pizzeria. William pulled back, his lips curling. Your face is pale from the fear of being caught. You immediately began buttoning your shirt with shaking hands.
"We'll continue this a little later, honey." William cooed, looking at your neck contentedly.
X – X-ray
18-19 cm.
Y — Yearning
You turned out to be his little stress reliever. And stress is a very common in William's life, being a single father and a workaholic, he's always busy at work, projecting future animatronics, designing and much more.
But is that all he's doing?
William is often tired at work, under intense stress because of the eternally screaming children and their moms. Also, Henry is always running around the place, either Charlotte is lost or something else. A lot of paperwork is also tiring. In this case, stressed William is more gentle and tender with you, allowing you to sit on his lap while you whimper and rub against him, trying to achieve orgasm. "Good girl. Helping daddy relieve stress after a hard day, that's right. I'm too tired to fuck you properly." he kisses you on the neck and then on the cheek. “Can you cum without my cock? Do it, show daddy that you're a big girl.”
Z — Zzz...
William is a light sleeper, he can wake up from any movement or rustle. If the sex took place in the bedroom, he will only be happy to rest after. Sometimes all William craves is just silence. And you're indeed silent, lying next to him, trying to catch your breat, because you're too tired to talk, even move. After all, sex with him is usually intense and exhausting.
Sometimes William gets so tired after spending the whole day fixing animatronics that he falls asleep first. It gives you an amazing opportunity to glance at him better, to look at his features without his always mocks and teasings about it.
#william afton#fnaf william afton#steve raglan x reader#william afton x reader#dilf william#william afton smut#fnaf smut#steve raglan smut#fnaf movie#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf fanfic
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lesbian movies I've seen so far (review based on my tastes)
I'm going to give my opinion of the lesbian movies I've seen so far and I'm going to give them a score from 1 to 5 stars :3 it may contain some spoilers
Bound(1996)
For the year this movie was made, I was actually surprised by the END of it(fuck the obsession with killing the protagonist). I didn’t really have much faith in it by how it stars, but man, I was so surprised, I loved it, be gay do crime. ★★★★☆
Gia(1998)
God, this movie is my new roman empire, I didn’t know about Gia’s story, but the ending of the movie DESTROYED ME. the scene where shes talking with Linda and she says: now we have all the time in the world, I was so moved by it, I loved it. It’s currently one of my favorite movies.★★★★★
Lost and delirious(2001)
ugh shakespearean shit, this movie touches more than one of us when it comes to the experience of liking girls. I liked it but I felt like there was a lot of wasted potential that could’ve made it great, tbh i just wanted Paulie to be happy; the fact the Piper Perabo is in it helps the score too. ★★★☆☆
D.E.B.S.(2004)
ITS THE BEST FUCKING MOVIE IN THE WORLD, GOD. I actually hated this movie before watching it ‘cause I thought it was some dumb comedy, but god, when I gave it a chance it BLEW ME AWAY. If you want to see some lesbian spies enemies to lovers shit watch debs. ★★★★★
My summer of love(2004)
Personally, I HATED this movie kjj, I didn’t really get ANYTHING at all, like it felt like everything was just too rushed??? like when did they even fall in love lol? Gets points just for Emily Blunt. ★★☆☆☆
Imagine me & you(2005)
Piper Perabo again and Lena Heady THE WOMAN. This movie is ART, my fav movie, it’s beautiful, comfort movie af. The true don’t let your husband keep you from meeting your future wife. ★★★★★
Loving Annabelle(2006)
This movie was made for all of us who once liked a teacher or profesor. I liked it quite a lot, but I feel like seize it’s true potential. Personally, I choose to think that the alternative ending it’s the true one lol. ★★★☆☆
Bloomington(2010)
Again for us that like fantasizing about our teachers. I like this movie but again, I feel like they didn’t really make the most of it jskdja annoying af bitching about the same but yeah, it bothered me. Anyway, i liked the movie, and I didn’t like the ending at all,I felt bad for the poor teacher :c. ★★★☆☆
A perfect ending(2012)
I know a lot of people hate this movie and think it’s shit, but I personally love it lol. Idk I remember that when I watched it it got me super emotional and i liked it a lot, dont care what anyone says to me it’s a good movie. ★★★☆☆
The girl king(2015)
★☆☆☆☆
Didn’t like it at all, boring af, i didn’t really get it, idk, i was expecting more. ★☆☆☆☆
First girl i loved(2016)
Im fond of this movie, it was one of the first ones I saw, the ending just made a me a bit frustrated, but I liked it, Brianna Hildebrand with a wig funny as hell. ★★★☆☆
Disobedience(2017)
Rachel Weisz and McAdams DAMN. Great movie, I liked it in all aspects. Although the ending wasn’t what I expected I still liked it. ★★★★★
Tell it to the bees(2018)
Mmm I think this movie is kinda meh, like it’s okay but I feel like it lacks something for me to like it, tho I didn’t get the ending, like I don’t understand the decisions each one took. ★★☆☆☆
Ammonite(2020)
Kate Winslet and Saoirse Ronan!!!! I liked it but I didn’t love it, I never got to understand if Mary hated or loved Charlotte. The ending got me frustrated!!! ★★★☆☆
Crush(2022)
The kind of movie you gotta watch after Gia, I liked it I thought it was silly, like very much teenage romcom sort of shit, like the Kissing Booth but for lesbians. ★★★☆☆
You can live forever(2022)
I think this is a great movie, interesting story, I wasn’t expecting the whole ending sequence, what Marike says to Jamie destroyed me, in my head theyre the young version of the Disobedience ones. ★★★★★
Booksmart(2019)
GREAT MOVIE, very entertaining and funny, I liked it quite a lot, it’s perfect to watch it with friends. Gigi is just like me fr best character ever. ★★★★★
#wlw#sapphic#lesbianism#movies#wlw movies#lgbtq community#lgbtq#queer#queer community#lesbian#woman#booksmart#bound#gia#rachel weisz#rachel mcadams#saoirse ronan#kate winslet#piper perabo#rowan blanchard#angelina jolie#debs 2004
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I wanna know who your favorite vinsmoke sibling is so bad actually please tell me 👀✨
My friend and my brother laughed at me when I told them my favorite Vinsmoke is Niji, and I genuinely was embarrassed that day because I didn't really know much about him at the time (I think I had only watched a few eps of WCI) and it's pretty clear in the show that he's, uh, the worst of the Vinsmokes. And by "the worst" I mean: The one who's portrayed as the worst because he's the most active one when it comes to abuse and supremacism within the family line. Unlike Ichiji (who's more serious) and Yonji (who's more playful, somehow) Niji is the one who has to actually fight for a role in his family and that's why I think he's so fucking annoying all the damn time. I hate him. I love him. I want to hug him. But also I wouldn't mind punching him very, very hard. I have mixed feelings, but yeah, Niji is my favorite Vinsmoke. And you haven't asked why, but I feel the need to do some sort of mini argument about this because I am a very resentful person and I want to show my friend and my brother that Niji is actually a very interesting character!! And my fiancé thinks I just like him because he's hot, and she's right but only like a 20%. Maybe 40%.
I will try to put my thoughts into words, but it's pretty difficult because I have a lot of things to say about this blue evil gremlin.
I like Niji the most because I think he is, between the three brothers, the one who shows feelings and ambitions outside their emotionless selves the most. I know they technically are the same, but I don't think so (btw, please assume I'm not including Reiju in this text because she's canonically different from them and I'm just referring to the brothers).
As I mentioned before, I think Niji is the one brother who is the most annoying and evil because he feels the need to stand out. Ichiji is serious, and calculative and has a secure place in the family. He is the number one, even if Reiju is the oldest (I would like to talk more about how Reiju, being a woman, even if she's the oldest, she's the number 0. Because she is the oldest but she's a woman, so she obviously doesn't and would not be able to wear the number 1 like a man would. She is the oldest and yet, she has less significance in the family line than Ichiji. But, yeah, this is something that has nothing to do with Niji, sorry). Ichiji, like all of his siblings, wants recognition from his father, but he doesn't have to try as hard as the others to be impressive because he is, after all, the oldest. The typical "older sibling in an abusive household who has to deal with all the bullshit to protect their siblings"? That's something Reiju took over. That's Reiju's responsibility as the oldest and the woman. Ichiji literally doesn't have to do anything besides leading the team and being the evil, emotionless machine his father created. That does not mean that I don't think he could be able to develop more feelings, because I think he could and I love the concept of him being the first one to protest against Judge's behavior, but you get me. When you're the oldest brother with an even older sister, your responsibilities are pretty limited. So he doesn't have to be anything but there and himself.
Yonji, on the other hand... He is the youngest. Even younger than Sanji. He doesn't have to try, because Niji and Sanji should be the ones to do so. Little siblings are not expected to do much besides existing because irl parents are usually tired of raising children and they end up either getting neglected or seen as decoration. As a little sibling myself I can confirm that these things affect really badly to your brain growing up, but I got a more Sanji treatment so I can't speak for Yonji here. The thing I can say, though, is that in comparison to Niji, Yonji is just there. He's silly and goofy. He's funny. He's dumb. He has the excuse of being the little one to act that way. Getting lost eating or doing whatever. Even the fact that his powers are more physically focused instead of power/intelligence centered shows that he can just punch away his issues. He's the gym bro of the siblings. Don't expect much from him. <- Thing that's often said about little siblings, btw, and affects real fucking badly in early teenage years. The fact that he's portrayed like that is so on point tbh but after all, they don't have high expectations for him, so little to no effort is everything he does.
Then there's Niji, of course. My favorite. Love him. Hate him. Whatever. Niji is the middle child. And God, do I have to say things about middle siblings.
The thing about Niji is that he actually has to try and make a name for himself in the family because otherwise he'll probably get forgotten. I often wonder if he had that fear of becoming the next Sanji once he "died" (he's the only one genuinely asking if Sanji died on them before Yonji and Ichiji say they don't care) because his role is not as noticeable as the others. Reiju is the woman, Ichiji is the successor, Sanji is the weakling getting bullied (being technically one of the little siblings but still being in a limbo of middle/youngest because the little one is Yonji), and Yonji is the little one. Then... What's Niji?
Niji needs Sanji way more than he's willing to admit, and I love that. I absolutely love how he's written because he constantly shows that he needs Sanji, through both words and actions. He needs him because without Sanji's existence -without Niji being his bully- Niji is nothing but number 2. And there's nothing more frustrating than being the number two when it comes to family hierarchy. Not going to mention every little thing he does, but as I said, I love how well-written he is. He's the sibling Oda uses the most to show the abuse Sanji went through, but that's only because Niji is the only one who needs to do that. Niji is the one to talk to Sanji first, all the damn time. He gets angry when Sanji doesn't respond. He gets angry because Sanji can't be bullied anymore. He gets angry out of fear, in my opinion, because if the weakling can't get abused anymore, then he's not worth anything. If Sanji isn't the third, the second one is left alone. 2 can't fight 1 because 1 has the protection of starting the line. And 2 can't fight 4 because there's a missing link that keeps 2 from 4. So Niji is mad at Sanji because Sanji isn't the same weak crybaby he used to be, and he can't use him anymore to be secure and safe.
That's fucking horrifying when it comes to family hierarchy.
I like Niji because, despite being an asshole, he has reasons to be like that. First of all, because his father literally made him this way. But also, the little feelings he has (selfish emotions, yes, evil. But they're feelings, anyway. Urges. He's supposed to be emotionless and yet he knows how Sanji feels enough to use that to his advantage) are used as a way to feel superior and safe because he feels inferior. I think he's the one showing more emotions out of the three, even if those emotions aren't healthy or good and it's just him being angry all the time. That means that if he has urges and needs like that, even if he doesn't fear his own death, he could end up developing more and more empathy. His type of empathy comes from a place of fear. He feels what Sanji feels. And it's not that he doesn't care (I mean, I am aware that he technically doesn't, but let me dream) but it's just convenient for him not to care and keep bullying him to secure his place in the family.
Also pointing out that I like Niji because, being the one who says he hates Sanji the most, he's the one to protect him with his own body when that scene of the siblings helping Sanji escape happens. The others only clear the way, Niji stays with him. There's a really cool post about this on Niji's tag somewhere!!! I personally think he does this because, as that post said: Niji keeps seeing Sanji as weak, instead of believing in him enough to just clear the way. He protects him because he thinks he can't protect himself. Because he's weak.
And yes, it might sound offensive and emotionless and it doesn't make Niji a better person. But it makes him an older brother. Believing in Sanji would be great, but thinking that he's weak and needs protection after years of projecting on him only shows that the weak one is Niji. That he wants and is willing to protect his brother, too. If he didn't care about his well-being he would've just cleared the way for him, not caring about what could've happened to Sanji. But he goes all the way to help him out and protect him longer than the others did. Idk. I find that a very beautiful way of ending their relationship.
All of this being said, I have to be honest with you: When I said I liked Niji for the first time I only did it because people around me kept saying he was the worst one and it bothered me because I found his design pretty fucking cool. And tbh when he started being an actual character? I loved him even more. Because during WCI he's a fucking asshole but the way he acts towards Sanji is wanting to get a response from him, and I just find that so curious and complex... Like, if he just wanted to be evil he'd be more the Doflamingo type. But Niji looks for a response in Sanji's eyes. He wants to feel powerful because he knows he isn't.
And also, well, he's very cute and I like his hair a lot and he makes me furious sometimes which is great because if a character doesn't make you want to punch him at one point, is he really a good character? Look at him! He deserves to get slapped in the face. But also, I would love to kiss him afterward. What's that Olivia Rodrigo lyric? Ah, yes: "I wanna break his heart, then be the one to stitch it up. Wanna kiss his face with an uppercut." That's how I feel about him.
I really hope it's obvious, with all of this, that "Succession" is one of my favorite TV Shows, because I could go on and on and on (and nobody would listen but idc) about how the Vinsmokes are just the Roy family. Both One Piece and Succession deal with family in which hierarchy is crucial in a very specific and accurate way. It makes me sick. I love it.
Anyway, have some pics of my blue idiot:
I want to hit him in the head with a baseball bat.
#i am indeed so not normal about niji#the fact that i don't talk more about him is just out of fear of cancellation#because i know he's an asshole but have you considered that his father is an even bigger asshole for making him this way#he has blue hair and pronouns#also i am so not normal about the other siblings i could rant for hours about reiju bc she reminds me so much of my brother#i can go into heavy detail as a sanji kinnie about all of them ngl#my least favorite is yonji but i don't have anything against him i just don't like gym bros but he's a cutie pie#if you're curious my top is niji > reiju > ichiji > yonji#the reason i like reiju is bc she reminds me of my brother and the reason why she's not the first one is bc she reminds me of my brother#one piece#vinsmoke niji#vinsmoke ichiji#vinsmoke yonji#vinsmoke reiju#vinsmoke siblings#germa 66#black leg sanji
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Undead Unluck is fun because I have a weird thing for “We’re in a relationship for formal reasons.” Like it’s kinda fun to explore romance out of some sense of duty or side benefits. UU is interesting because technically Fuuko is forced into it but clearly she’s pretty into it almost immediately. and like, it’s not an official or really lovey dovey one but they’re talking about dates and she holds his arm and he gets her permission to marry another woman which isn’t taken too seriously but also is??? Peak. Even better that they then develop this mental synchronization. A big shonen problem is the weak/everyman usually female protagonist just getting pushed to the side but I fucking love she attached onto him like a backpack and is used to just cutting off his head now. I remember around ten years ago that I thought it would be fun to have an explicitly established couple be the shonen protagonists, like imagining this scene where in a middle of a fight one of them admits their junk smells bad during sex. I know that’s dumb and kinda embarrassing to admit but to me I’m like “Hinted romance is so boring, I want two people so in love that it doesn’t even matter that they are anymore.” So like, this is fun. Yes they still don’t really know each other all that much but they catch up pretty fast. Also again back to relationships beyond romance, love the person and their scary dog dynamic tons. Which they do so good at god damn. Gonna be so real, you know at some point when they get around to having sex, he eats her out so well. It’s just baked into his character goals lmao.
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BEST MATCH
paring -> b. katsuki x f!reader
an -> enjoy the first part, tell me if I missed any warnings.
summary -> your dating life sucks. luckily for you, you have your best friend on your side to help you.
warnings -> cursing, jealousy, crying, getting stood up, breaking up, breakdowns, one suicidal joke, tell me if I missed any!
series m.list - first part
“what the fuck do I do know?” You asked the blond beside you in an annoyed tone. “The fuck do I know? Tell him to fuck off or something.” The boy next to you grumbled back at you.
“Fine, you shithead.” You said as you began typing on your phone.
The blond guy next to you chuckled as he continued to play the game on his phone. The blond is none other than your best friend, Katsuki Bakugou.
You guys were more of enemies during U.A. Both of you really got on each others nerves. What a way to bond.
After all, you two became really close during the third year. And right now you work at his hero agency with your own department, you specialised in planning & health services. Though, when we look at your personal life. It’s not as put together as your social one. Because since U.A you’ve had a terrible history with guys.
You’ve been stood up. You’ve been rejected both nicely & ashamedly. You’ve been pranked. Bet money on, & lusted over. Conclusion, you were fucking terrible.
Luckily for you, you had a shoulder you could cry on. By cry on I mean complain and whine to.
Bakugou had been through it all with you.
He had seen the way you flirt with guys which ends with you in his bed, then kicked out so you’d have to call Bakugou to pick you up. He also had seen the way guys try to chat you up when you’re not interested, so you end up pranking them & hurting their feelings. He had seen the way you’d swing your feet whenever you get a text from that one boy you were crushing at from the coffee shop store. Conclusion, he had been through it all.
“What did he say?” Katsuki asked as he put down his phone, now invested. You rolled your eyes at him. “He said I was mid anyways.” You scoffed. Katsuki started laughing.
“If he thought you were mid why did he ask for your number in the first place?” Katsuki asked as he sat down fully on the bed. “Exactly, that asshole.” You agreed.
After a moment of silence, Bakugou asked. “Soo…?” He told you as he put his arms behind his head. “So what?” You told him as you got up from the bed. “So what now, are you gonna give up on your boyfriend haunt.” He said as he smirked at you.
“I am thinking of doing so, I’ve been looking all over the place for the past years and I haven’t found the right man.” You said as you started walking out the room, Bakugou following behind you.
“That’s because your standards are through the fucking roof, princess.” He smirked as the two of you walked downstairs.
“Whatever, pour me a drink, what about the new guy.” You told him as you sat on the island chair. Bakugou opened his fridge and pulled out apple juice. “What new guy?” He asked as he poured you a drink and passed it to you.
“Can you stop acting so fucking dumb, you know who I am fucking talking about.” You spit angrily as you chugged down the juice.
“Damn, you’re mad today.” He said as he sat down next to you. “Katsuki, just tell me about him, I wanna know if I might have a chance with him, cmooon!!” You whined.
“Fine, idiot. Whatever based off his CV, it says that he’s hardworking, trustworthy & humble. He’s willing to learn new stuff & make friends.” Katsuki said as he also chugged down the Apple juice.
“Wow so fucking cool, tell me about how he looks like,” you said sarcastically, “calm your horses, woman. Haven’t met the man yet.” He told you as he flicked your forehead.
“Tell me when you do.”
“Y/N!” You heard bakugou scream from behind. You turned around to, not greet him, but yell at him. “Don’t you know it’s disrespectful to walk into someone office without knocking?” You asked angrily with arms crossed over your chest.
“Don’t gotta remind you when you walked on me half naked.” He said as he reminded you of the time you opened the door while he was in nothing but a thin towel around his slander waist.
Your face grew red the more you thought about the memory. “Whatever, what the hell do you want?” You said as you pushed your hair out of your face.
“Damn so fucking angry and I was doing you a favour. The new guy is coming soon, if you wanna interview him with me, and some of the other hero’s in this agency then come to the meeting room 4. At 16:00.” He said as he looked at the clock that was hanging on your wall.
“It would be great to have you there ms. Planning & health manager.” He teased you a little as he rubbed the top of your head. He simply walked away before hearing your answer, guessing the answer himself.
As katsuki walked away you began thinking. All those years ever since your second year in U.A, you’ve been so desperate to find yourself a boyfriend only to be humbled in the most awful ways possible.
Is this really who you are? You thought to yourself, so you decided that you would get your professional self during this meeting and won’t let your desires get the best of you.
Your clock ticked 15:55 by now, so you decided to head over to the meeting room, you walked in seeing Bakugou and Kirishima there. You greeted them as you took a seat behind Kirishima.
Soon after all the hero’s, side kicks, secretaries walked in and took a seat before the new guy walked in.
Oh, he was soo…
Tall, sexy hero costume & purple messy hair.
No! You needed to get yourself together. Bakugou looked at you and smirked a little bit.
The guy took his seat before Kirishima announced the beginning of this job interview and asked the following. “Please introduce yourself.”
The guy stood up and said, “good afternoon everyone, my name is Hitoshi Shinsou, & my hero name is Mind Games. I am 24 years old.” Shinsou said as he sat down.
Another woman asked, “hello you Mr. Mind games tells us about your quirk.” Soon after the guy began explaining and everyone around you started taking notes. Of course, except for you. You were to busy staring at him, before Bakugou pushed your foot under the table that made you snap back into real life.
Then Bakugou asked, “why should we hire you Mr. mind games?”
The boring interview went for about 45 minutes before Bakugou announced that he was hired as a Patrolling pro-hero.
After the interview everyone had gotten to their office and packed their stuff to head home. Except for you because you wanted to make a cute impression on shinsou, so you fixed your hair quickly as you went up to him and said.
“Hello Mr. Hitoshi, congratulations on your new job.” You said politely with hands behind your back. The man turned around and said, “hello, Ms.??”
“My hero name is H/N, but you can call me L/N!” You smiled as he returned it.
“Nice to meet you Ms. L/N, and thank you. I’m very happy & excited to work here.” He said. “I’m also very happy for you I hope we get along. This place can be crazy sometimes.” You joked a little.
“No worries, I also hope we can get along, it was nice meeting you. have a nice day.” Shinsou ended the conversation as he picked up his suit case and walked away.
You watched him walk away as if he was the most handsome man on this earth. You would have been drooling by now if it wasn’t for a certain annoying blond.
“Ehm! Y/N, snap out of it you creep.” He said as he walked up to you, all changed from his hero costume to a hoodie and sweats. “Don’t be scaring off my employees.” He told you as he once again snapped your forehead.
“Ouch! Would you quit that? Not my fault he is handsome as fuck.” You said as whined in pain, “whatever you big simp, I’ll be waiting for you in the car, quickly change.”
After you had changed you waved a goodbye to the secretaries as you walked into the garage and hopped into Katsuki’s car. “My place or yours?” He asked. “Drive me to mine today, I’m feeling like sleeping.” You said as you looked outside the window.
After many moments of silence you asked, “katsuki?” You said, “hm?” He hummed back in response, “do you think I might have a chance with shinsou, I don’t know yet if I like his personality based off the 3 minute conversation I had with him, but his appearance is definitely something.” You said.
“To be fair, I don’t know y/n.” Katsuki said as he chucked a little. He stopped in front of your house as he said, “we are here, princess.” As he picked up your left hand and playfully kissed the top of it, “knock it, corny motherfucker.” You laughed as you pulled your hand away.
“Always so bratty.” He said as you looked at him for a second, “what bitch? Get the fuck out of my car.” He yelled, “you’re a bitch, you’re supposed to open the door for me.” You yelled back as he opened the door for you from his seat. He stretched his arm and pulled the handle, which wasn’t what you wanted.
Instead you wanted him to be all Romantic and get out the car for you and open it from the outside, instead you get this. “Bye princess see you tomorrow.” He said as he drove off.
“Good morning, Ms. L/N.” You turned behind you to see the owner of the voice. Only to be shocked. It was none other than shinsou!
“Uh, good morning Mr. Hitoshi” you said back as you took your cup of coffee from the machine. He stood in front of you for a moment before you asked, “how are you today?” You asked, “I’m really good, thank you. I think I made a good impression on Dynamite’s best mate, Red riot.” He said as you chuckled a little bit.
“Aw that’s so good for you! You’re definitely gonna make a good impression on everyone here.” You cheered him a little as you took a sip from your coffee.
You both took a seat in the cafeteria before he asked, “what are you specialised in Ms. L/N?” He asked as he placed his chin on his palm interested to find out. You quickly drank all the left coffee before you said, “health & planning services.”
“That’s really cool, but I have to go back to patrolling with Red Riot, see you during lunch!” He said as he walked away quickly. You got up and headed to your office.
You started working with paper works, and papers that needed to be signed for Bakugou. You worked for hours and hours till someone knocked on your office.
“Enter!” You shouted.
“Missed me, princess?” Bakugou asked as he walked in. “Hell no.” You replied back as he took a seat besides you. “What are you so mean for?” He laughed.
“Not in the mood for your corny comments.” You said as you crossed your arms over your chest.
“What do you want, katsuki?” You asked the guy, “do you wanna have lunch with me?” He asked, you know that lunches with Bakugou are the best, because he would take you to his office and order something good each time.
But you had already told Shinsou that you would see him during lunch?
“Nah, I’ll pass this time.” You said as you handed him bunch of signed paper. “Are you mad at me or something?” He asked as he looked at your confusedly. “No I’m not, but I might see shinsou during lunch today.” You smiled a little before he scoffed.
“Alright, you’re missing out, though.” He said as he walked out.
Now during lunch you fixed your hair a little bit, before applying a tiny bit of lip balm that gave a pink tint before you walked down to the lunch area.
You bought a sandwich and coffee and sat down and waited for him.
Slowly the lunch room began filling up with employees but no sign of shinsou. So you decided to wait a little bit longer.
5, 10, & 15 minutes and no Shinsou. After 20 minutes you got up and threw your paper plate in the trash before Bakugou come down to the lunch room, he is never there.
“What are you doing here?” You asked him, “I came to tell you, that Eijirou and Hitsohi they had lunch in a restaurant after their shift, that if you were looking for Mr. Knight and shining armour.” He laughed a little.
“I wasn’t looking for him.” You lied straight to his face after you had told him that you would be waiting for shinsou.
“Sure now come to my office. I’ll give you a better lunch than whatever you had.”
A couple of days later, you were lying in your bed. Very tried after you had to cover up a shift for Kirishima because he was going to see his sick mom.
You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone until you revived an email.
You quickly opened your email app to see who sent it.
Hello Ms. L/N!
Good afternoon, this is my job email, Mind games.
@mmindgames.hero
Sorry to bother you but I really needed to apologise for that time where I said I might have lunch with you but ended up having it with Red Riot instead.
I’ve got a really bad feeling about it and felt like I needed to do something about it. I have found your Instagram but I figured it would be unprofessional of me to DM you so I just found your job email instead.
Please message me on +xx xxx xx xxx xx, that is my work number.
-Mind games.
Oh. My. God
Your heart starting beating 200km/h.
You almost couldn’t believe what you just read.
You quickly exited the email app and sent a message to the number.
YOU at 20:46 [ hello, Mr. Hitoshi! I’ve received your Email. It was really kind of you! Don’t worry I didn’t mind I ended up having lunch with dynamite! ]
UNKNOWN at 20:47 [ hello, Ms. L/N! That’s really good! You seem really close with dynamite, no? Haha! ]
YOU at 20:48 [ haha, sort of? We’ve been really close friends since high school. He’s just a child in a big body! 😭 ]
HITOSHI at 20:48 [ now I know where to go if he gets mad at me someday. ]
YOU at 20:48 [ haha! 👀 ]
HITOSHI at 20:49 [ may I ask something Ms. L/N? ]
YOU at 20:49 [ sure go ahead! ]
HITOSHI at 20:49 [ would you like to get my personal number? ]
YOU at 20:50 [ yeah? Sure I don’t mind. ] oh you definitely didn’t mind that.
HITOSHI at 20:50 [ cool it is at +xx xxx xx xxx xx, thanks again Ms. L/N! I just feel like I could get to know you better if that’s alright, it’s a great way to start here? ]
YOU at 20:51 [ yeah of course I don’t mind. As long as there are boundaries! And also please drop the formality! You can call me L/N. 😁 ]
HITSOHI at 20:51 [ sure, L/N! You can also call me Hitoshi. ]
YOU at 20:52 [ no worries 👀 ]
HITOSHI at 20:53 [ any plans for tomorrow? It’s Saturday! And for once I actually have a weekend. ]
YOU at 20:53 [ no way same! I feel the same sometimes I end up working even in the weekend, luckily tomorrow I’m also free. Might see dynamite or something, that man is lonely as fuck sometimes. ]
HITSOHI at 20:54 [ great then! would you like to hang out we could go to a fancy restaurant or something. ]
YOU at 20:55 [ hmm? Are you trying to invite me out on a date? 😏 ]
HITOSHI at 20:56 [ I mean I did say I wanted to get to know you better so maybe a friendly date? ]
YOU at 20:57 [ sure, I don’t mind actually. Would you like at 4pm at xxx restaurant? ]
HITOSHI at 20:57 [ sounds good to me! ]
YOU at 20:58 [ alrighty, see ya. Good night. ]
HITOSHI at 20:58 [ good night to you too. ]
When the conversation ended you started kicking your feet on the bed as you got up from it. You took many screenshots of the text message between you and Hitoshi and sent them all to Bakugou.
After a few moments he replied back with.
KATS at 21:00 [ WHO TF YOU CALLING A CHILD IN A BIG BODY? ]
YOU at 21:01 [ you, who else katsuki? ]
KATS at 21:02 [ whatever, I thought we were hanging out tomorrow now that bastard is taking you out on a date? ]
YOU at 21:02 [ too bad, your bitch is gone. I might actually have a chance with a real man like shinsou ]
KATS at 21:03 [ babes, you’ve only known the man for a week. ]
YOU at 21:04 [ there are no rules for love, katsuki. You surely cannot relate. ]
KATS at 21:04 [ sure, good luck with your date. ]
YOU at 21:04 [ thanks, see ya on Monday. Unless I come to yours before and cry to you. Good night kats. ]
KATS at 21:05 [ night ]
The next day you woke up excited at 10 am.
You decided to have a little bit of me time before your date.
You took a bath as you watched Netflix and ate your breakfast, after, you used your most expensive body scrubs and washes that smelled like cherry blossoms.
After you got out you applied your most expensive moisturiser to calm your skin after the shower. After you had gotten out from the shower dressed in a white tshirt and shorts, you opened to laptop and began searching for outfit inspirations.
At 14:00pm you decided it was a good time to put your outfit together. You decided go got with a white fitted dress, along with a pair of white sneaks, to keep your outfit cute but also a little bit casual so it doesn’t seem too much.
As well as golden jewellery that covered your neck, fingers and ears. THE OUTFIT.
You did your hair and make up perfectly, you took some pictures and sent them to Katsuki before he soon called you.
“Hellooo.” You teased him as you pressed your phone to your ear. “Didn’t think you’d be able to pull off a look like that.” He joked.
“Funnnyy, what are you doing.” You asked, “chilling a little. Make sure not to be weird, and don’t drool.” He joked once again.
“Yeah I’ll keep that in mind, anything else, like do you have actual tips you can give me?” You asked.
“Uhh, be yourself but not too much of yourself if that makes sense, and be nice and try to be funny.” He said a little bit unsure.
“Alright thanks kats, wish me luck.” You said as you blew him a kiss and hanged up. You left your house at 15:30 and took a taxi to the restaurant.
You walked in and picked out a table yourself. Soon after he walked in and greeted you, you happily greeted him back.
Compliments were going across as well as questions like “how are you?” & “what’s new?”.
You had told him many stories about you and Bakugou and during your days in U.A, as well as you learned more about shinsou in general and about his childhood.
Flirty comments were also thrown here and there between chats which was really nice. At the end of the night Shinsou had offered you a ride but you thanked him no, as you wished him a good night and a see you on Monday.
When you arrived home you got a text from Shinsou that said, “good night L/n! The date was really fun, we should do this more often.”
You could feel your he at t drop at that. Before another message snapped you back to reality.
KATS at 22:30 [ how was your date? ]
YOU at 22:32 [ you’re so invested in this, arent you? 👀 ]
KATS at 22:32 [ fucking idiot, since you always jump to conclusions, why don’t you jump off a cliff too? ]
YOU at 22:33 [ ouch? that was so fucking far?? ]
KATS at 22:34 [ I was just checking up on your ugly ass. ]
YOU at 22:35 [ the date went extremely well, you have no idea! He even said he wanted to see me again! ]
KATS at 22:35 [ that’s great, huh. ]
YOU at 22:36 [ thank you katsuki, I appreciate your help. ]
KATS at 22:36 [ don’t worry about it princess, good night I’ll see you on Monday alright? ]
YOU at 22:37 [ sure, nightsss ]
On Monday after work, katsuki called you in to his office.
So you were now on your way there. You knocked the door before he told you to come in. To see him all changed from his hero costume to casual clothes.
“What do you what?” You asked a you sat on the sofa in his office.
“So check this out.” Katsuki said as he handed you his phone. It was DM he had received, username is. @gravityyura.
Your mind completely thought of your ex-classmate, ochaco uraraka.
The DM stated.
hii bakugou! long time no see, how are you doing? I’ve heard that your agency is doing really well! I just wanted to say that I really want to see you if that’s possible. text me back, love ocha x
“The fuck?” You said out loud, “exactly what I thought.” Bakugou chuckled. “Since when is she interested in you?” You asked as you tossed him back his phone.
“The fuck do I know I thought she was together with shitty deku.” Bakugou scoffed a little, you know about the little crush he had on Uraraka during his first in U.A, after she stood up again him in the sports festival.
“Actually, Mina told me that shit didn’t go well with them, so they broke up. Also her agency failed miserably, now she is in need of money:” you told him the blond as you crossed your legs.
“Gold fucking digger.” Bakugou cursed.
“I say. You replay to her, tell her if your interested or not.” You told him. “After all, it’s worth a shot and I don’t want you to be single for ever.” You laughed.
“Whatever princess, I’d rather be single than be with round cheeks.” He said as he began packing his stuff.
“You would never drop those names will you?” You asked already knowing the answer.
“Yes.” He said as he picked his black bag and headed down to the garage with you. He gave his secretaries a few nods before heading there by the elevator.
As the two of you sat in the car he once again asked, “mine or yours?”
“Yours actually.” You told him as the blond began driving.
“Alright.”
When you arrived at his house, you got a message.
You sat down on the couch as he began preparing some sort of snacks as you opened your phone.
Your eyes widened at the message.
HITOSHI at 19:04 [ hi L/N! I was wondering if it would be alright with you if I invited you over to my place after work tomorrow? ]
YOU at 19:10 [ hi shinsou! Yeah I don’t mind! ]
SHINSOU at 19:13 [ great see you! 😁]
You smiled a little bit before Bakugou came and sat down next to you.
“What’s this?” He asked, “shinsou invited me other to his house after work.” You said excitedly as you put down your phone.
“Dunno about that princess, doesn’t sound super safe to me. You’ve only known him for two weeks, you don’t know much about him.” He told you as he put a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“You worry too much, kats.” You brushed him off, “he’s good guy.” You assured him, “make sure to give me a call if shit really goes down.” He said as he turned on the tv.
You both heard Bakugou’s phone go off, before he picked it up, he opened his Instagram to see another dm from Uraraka.
left me on read :(, what kind of man are you?
“What the fuck do I reply to this shit?” He asked you as you took a look at the dm, “tell her that you were busy.”
hello, i was busy.
“Like this?” He asked as the boy pressed send.
“You’re so dry, and then tell her if you’re interested in a date or not, I say you go for a date it wouldn’t hurt.” You suggested, not really wanting to make him go on a date with her. You think it’s really selfish of you, but you don’t know why.
“Alright I’ll go for it.”
yes, i also want to see you. next week if it’s possible, Friday?
Moment of silence before Uraraka replied.
SURE! Friday at 7pm?
“Where do you wanna meet her?” You asked him as he began thinking. “Maybe x restaurant.” He said.
Meet me at x restaurant at 7pm, next Friday.
alright see you Baku!
“Ew can’t believe she just said Baku…” he started. “Oh shut it katsuki.”
“Katsuki is going on a daaaaateee! With his high school cruuuuush!” You teased.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP.”
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"Ain't no wonder you're wet, luv."
Alfie Solomons x Reader - Interactive gif-Story
❗smutty little thing it is, loves.
You have no idea, simply no idea at all why the fuck this man has something in his gaze that totally gets you. You were born and raised to be a stubborn woman, to question everything and all - but with him, it's different. And it's in his damn intense gaze, those eyes lying heavy on you, giving you the pleasuring feeling in your guts that you've done something wrong, something he might punish you for. Cause you know him, you know what people say about him, his hands, that one gaze.
He doesn't only talk with his eyes, but also with his hands. Broad hands, picked with jewellery, thick fingers wearing rings that you know feel fucking cold and heavy on your skin.
He touches the lamp beside him. His gaze is still on you, your body, fixing every single breath you take. He still doesn't say anything, but you can feel it heavy in the air, the question he's about to ask. His thumb glides over his index finger, as if to correct the ring that sits there, a gesture that gives you pure goosebumps. It's the same gesture, the same small movement he makes when he strokes your clit, rings hard-cold against the small, wet, throbbing knob of flesh of yours. You breath out, trying not to make it look obvious how he fucking gets you just with this.
"Where were you last night?", he asks, voice dark and heavy, a thrilling throb in your pussy. It makes you shiver, that voice. You bite your lower lip, watching how his fingers make that one, intense motion again.
"I was off. Needed some sleep", you say, and he watches you like he knows you're lying. You needed sleep though, you really did, as he had fucked and fucked you raw the night before, goddamn. So good you needed a pause, afraid he'll lose his interest in you.
"Off you were, mm." God, that voice, it directly seems to drive into your folds, as if his broad thick fingers are already thrusting into you.
He strokes his beard, eyes all dark and wanting, and you cannot even answer. He does, though, and the answer won't make your already growing lust for this man any better.
"You should've been on my lap, luv, riding ma dick, nothing else. You know what? I can see you're wet right now, aren't you? Fuckin' leaking for me, dove, and you know what? I'm gonna fuck you. Fuck that dumb thought of being away from me right out of ya."
He stands up from his chair, god he really does, his gaze on your body like it has already ripped your clothes off. You breath out, trying desperately to think something clear.
Choice is yours. 🔥 Part II follows when the decision is made on what you wanna see!
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don't look at me like that unless you mean it
run in the shadows ♫ damn your love, damn your lies
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a/n: hey hey heyyyyy my loves! been a minute but i'm super pumped (and scared) to be putting out this chapter, at first i really struggled in deciding which direction i wanted it to go, but am pretty content with how it turned out! this is also my first time ever writing smut so i am apologizing in advance for.. everything . also, i imagine joel smelling like tommy bahama maritime deep blue and 1 million cologne by paco rabanne, so that's referenced in here cuz honestly they're just soooo 🥵🤤 alright, enough outta me- love y'all, enjoy! <3
a/n update: y'all i'm so dumb i put this out like an hour ago and was wondering why it was so dead and then i saw i didn't put FUCKING. TAGS. bruv.
word count: 6.1k (woo baby!)
pairings: joel miller x f!reader
warnings & tags: minors dni, implied hangover, reflection of bad decisions on readers part, cursing, denial is a river in egypt, mutual pining, smut!!!, fingering, lil sweet talk n' pet names, p in v, the slowburn is slowly burning folks — please tell me if i missed anything!
It wouldn’t be wrong to say that you were feeling some resentment towards the younger Miller for the recent days, and he certainly wasn’t making it any better by deliberately scheduling you two together on your first day back on.
Your name was scribbled in shitty writing next to his instead of.. well, you know who. You puffed out a frustrated sigh, biting your lip as you closed your eyes to quell the irritation that was already simmering during the early hour.
It was like a series of blows, one right after the other.
When you opened your eyes after Joel kissed you the other night, he was gone without a word. And if you hadn’t heard the click of his door closing again, you’d almost believe that the entire encounter was a product of your alcohol-laden imagination.
But it was real.
It was real in the way that it’d been the last thing you remembered before flopping into bed and the first regret you thought of the morning after. Throughout the hours that followed, the room seemed to stretch into eternity, spinning around you as you lay there, caught in a daze induced by alcohol, or maybe Joel, or perhaps the potent combination of both.
Morning found you sprawled atop the bed covers in the same clothes from the night before with a headache pounding at your temples, making you claw for a pillow to shield your face from the harsh sunlight filtering through the blinds. Even long after Joel’s awakening and departure for his shift, you remained ensconced in bed. The stillness of the house had been interrupted by the resonating thuds of his footsteps on the creaky wooden floors as he executed his routine; shuffling in his room for a bit, then descending downstairs to clank around some glasses and dishes, and then the forceful closure of the front door, ushering in silence once more.
Hours passed before you eventually emerged from your room, trudging downstairs to scrounge up sustenance from whatever you could find. The meager offerings weren’t the two proper meals that the day should’ve already seen, but they sufficed as something.
To say you felt like trash was an understatement, it plagued your body and mind. Playing Samson against Joel had been a risky move, one that was initially successful but terribly backfired into a mess, your moral compass lost in the haze of it all. Despite you drunkenly flirting, kissing, and saying misleading things, sober you knew none of it held true. You wouldn’t actually give any man the chance, unless it was him. Nonetheless, your actions tarnished your conscience, for you knew it probably meant something to someone.
Joel had remained an enigma. He was the one you saw first, he started it. He had the chance to leave with that woman, yet he didn’t, even after her provoking comment that made it sound like he was interested in doing so. No, instead, he glared at you like an enemy. And then after all the pointless arguing, he fucking kissed you, and then left you.
So, yeah, the entirety of the day was spent feeling dirty and wallowing in the aftermath of your own destruction.
And today wasn’t going much better by any means. So far, at least.
Brisk in your steps, you walked to the stables and gathered up your gear for the day, dread wrapping its tendrils around every aspect of your impending shift. Leading your horse to the gate, you impatiently awaited the arrival of the rest of the patrol group. You occupied yourself by tending to your horse’s coat and securing every strap and cord visible, performing thorough inspections on your packs to ensure supplies and ample ammunition for all your weapons.
Little by little, people started to show up, which somehow only triggered you to be even more impatient. You threw glances that served enough as a greeting to those that turned up, finding it best to just keep to yourself. Your veneer of detachment wavered momentarily as Samson arrived and gave you a smile that felt more obligatory than genuine as it failed to reach his eyes, and you quickly averted your attention back to your horse, cheeks burning as snippets from the night looped through your mind at the most inconvenient moment.
You’d been resolutely keeping your eyes lowered, so much so that you failed to register Joel’s arrival alongside Tommy. Only when Tommy’s voice sliced through the small talk did you raise your head, finally paying attention.
“Alright now, y’all know the drill. Eyes up, be safe. Don’t take no unnecessary risks an’ watch each other’s backs.”
His raised a finger and flicked his wrist, prompting the guards to swing open the gate, “Let’s go.”
Swiftly mounting your horse, you joined the procession, observing as they paired up and set off. You had only seen the back of Joel’s figure as he rode off with his partner, holding your gaze on them for a beat longer before steering off to your assigned route, gently guiding the reins as the steed surged to catch up. While you were definitely still annoyed with Tommy, you still maintained a civil demeanor, offering him a subtle nod when he smiled at you.
The well-trodden path stretched before you, one you’d traversed countless times. Your horse seemed to intuitively know the way, leaving you to drift into a distant reverie. Your gaze roved into the distance, resting on nothing in particular– a void for your thoughts to nestle within as the ambient sounds consumed your consciousness. Words remained dormant; your lips scarcely parted, your eyes keen yet affixed to the intangible.
From the moment Tommy laid eyes on you, he sensed something was amiss. His glances shifted from fleeting to lingering as he realized your mind journeyed elsewhere while being right next to him. It was as if you operated on autopilot, a description that aptly captured how you looked and felt. Uncharacteristically unsure of how to connect, he found himself at a loss.
Either way, there was a consequence to this. Conversation was inevitable, the topic destined to surface sooner or later, and in all likelihood, it would culminate in you reproaching him for not minding his business.
“Sure is quiet out here today. Not even a single bird chirpin’.”
A mumbled agreement left your mouth in response. A couple of minutes drifted by before he ventured forth again.
“Y’know, the other night, I-”
Your attention snapped into focus, and you shot him a pointed look, “I don’t want to talk about the other night.”
“Well then you don’t have to talk, just listen, then.”
Annoyance prickled at your nerves. You motioned toward him, your hand landing flat on your thigh while the other clenched around the leather reins, nails digging into the material. You didn’t care for what he had to say, but you recognized your protests would only be a futile endeavor as he’d find a way to voice his thoughts regardless.
“Look, I’m sorry about Samson-”
“Oh yeah? The part where he was the secret set up or..?”
A hand raked through his hair at your interjection, knowing where your line of questioning was heading. “All of it, okay? I didn’t know that you and Joel-”
“There is no me and Joel!” Your words were intensely curt.
Tommy may have been drunk, but there was no denying what he saw in those unguarded moments when you believed the other wasn’t looking. More importantly, what he saw when you did see each other.
Even in his inebriated state, he sought to mend his error by removing Samson from the overall equation with some bullshit excuse, hoping that somehow, someway, a connection would’ve rekindled between you both. However, his brother had a different course in mind, storming home and grumbling under his breath, justifying his abrupt exit to himself with the lateness of the hour and his imminent work commitments the following morning.
Your horses maintained a steady pace, the silence between you pronounced.
“If you say so.” Your words barely had a chance to emerge before he seized the opening, raising a hand to signal he wasn’t done.
“Listen, I know you and Joel got a history– a long one at that– and while I ain’t privy to all the particulars, I’ve got enough sense to know there’s somethin’ goin’ on.”
You shook your head, “Tommy-”
“It ain’t no secret that my brother ain’t the feely type,” he interrupted with a soft chuckle, “hell, m’sure you know that already, but when it comes to you, he’s just..”
His voice trailed as he looked straight on, leaving you to hang on every last word as your heart hammered in your chest. He’s just what?
It was like Tommy had heard your thoughts when he met your gaze again.
“It’s you, or it’s nobody.”
The sentiment left his mouth with ease, like it was just that simple, and you struggled to believe him.
Your mind casted back to the other night– the unhurried, gentle yet unwavering contact you shared just outside his bedroom door. His soft lips pressed against yours in a moment that felt far too short. The slight prickle of his beard against your skin, his fingers nestled in all the right nooks and contours and calloused hands cradling your face with a blend of care and intimacy that only comes from years of knowing.
It’s you, or it’s nobody.
Shaking your head slightly, you dismissed the memory in favor of the present.
“It’s.. not like that.”
You knew your counter was implausible, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to continue arguing. And either he’d gotten out all he wanted to say, or he saw the profound effect his words had on you and decided it was enough, because he didn’t say anything else regarding it.
He cleared his throat in a manner that was clear he was changing the topic, “Once we get up here to the post, I gotta have you switch off with Eugene, alright?”
You arched a brow at him, “Why? Afraid to be my partner for a whole shift?”
“Oh, real funny.” He rolled his eyes before setting them on you again with a more serious undertone, “Maybe.”
A smile appeared on your face for the first time today, though it was small, and he immediately grinned, taking pride in the small victory.
“No– Eugene’s got a lead on that one group, needa’ talk to him about it.”
Fuck.
Your small smile dropped slightly, masking it as an acknowledging reaction. Those documents demanded your attention as soon as possible.
“Fair enough.” You conceded, a hint of your customary demeanor returning to your voice.
The rest of the time getting to Mountain View Lodge passed relatively quickly. The rest of your patrol with Tommy was marked by a lull in conversation, as if a point of equilibrium had been reached after your earlier confrontation. Tethering your horse to its usual discreet and out-of-view spot, you both entered the lodge.
The interior sprawled expansively, its focal point a series of broad windows along a wall– a perfect vantage point for overseeing the valley below, which saw its fair share of infected and raiders. But when it was quiet, it transformed into an ideal haven for relaxation outside of Jackson, its timeworn leather booths circled around fireplaces that proved a comforting companion during the harsh winter months.
Eugene’s greeting garnered a nod and smile from you, and once he and Tommy dove into their own conversation, you dismissed it as unimportant background noise. Directing your attention to the log book, you flipped through its pages and skimmed the entries; straightforward accounts of patrols, punctuated occasionally by Joel or Tommy’s scrawls, often laced with lighthearted banter or aimed at other patrol members, most frequently Mike.
Hooking your thumb under the straps of your pack and sauntering over to the window, you gazed out at the ever-captivating landscape. The prospect of watching over the area for the remainder of the shift didn’t sound too bad. No need to engage in conversation, no pressure to keep an eye on anyone but yourself, and one big ole’ place all to yourself.
“Hey Joel, Tommy’s here, I’m about to head out!”
You spun around to face the two men. Eugene looked in the direction which he called out to, while Tommy’s attention seemed magnetically drawn to the floor, a practiced evasion that didn’t go unnoticed by you. His tendency to omit information from you had become an increasingly noticeable pattern.
Your initially piercing gaze softened into something resembling discomfort as Joel rounded the corner, his eyes locking onto yours. His brisk stride slowed, his posture straightening, and his mouth gaped though no words came out. His eyes remained fixed on you, an unanticipated presence that caught him off guard as much as it did you. His gaze lingered a beat longer before tearing away to address the others in the room who were silently observing the wordless interaction between you both.
Tommy had, once again, displayed his shrewdness; his strategic move to involve a third party designed to preempt your opposition. His plan worked as intended, leaving you limited to a dismissive wave as he and Eugene left, a collective wish for safety in the air. Notably, you caught Tommy’s apologetic smile directed at Joel.
The moment they were out the door, you slung your bag into the open booth and sank down heavily beside it, your back turned to Joel. You paid no mind to his heavy footsteps as you picked through your bag to extract a rag and withdrew your pistol from its holster, rubbing the cloth along the barrel to rid it of dirt and grime and using your fingernails for precision. This would only take so long, and you had a long fucking shift to get through.
The hours passed and not a word was shared. You found yourself cleaning your guns and knife twice over, the repetitive task barely doing anything to take your mind off the only other person in the room. You hadn’t moved from the booth, and he remained rooted wherever he’d taken position, the exact location unknown since you didn’t even look at him. An ache burned into your neck and lower back, and you could feel the blood clotting in your legs from the prolonged sitting. Between the pain, humidity, and his presence, the room felt suffocating, and you needed to get out.
“I’m gonna go take a lap.” Your voice monotone as you stowed your gear into their rightful places, leaving your pack in the booth as you stood and strode towards the door.
“Ain’t much out there.” Joel’s gaze tracked your movements, though you sidestepped looking directly at him, gliding past his seated form.
“Should be a quick one, then.” You countered.
“You know the rules, no roaming– especially alone.” His voice bore a note of warning.
You brushed his caution aside, your steps carrying you closer to the door. “You can keep an eye on me from up here, it’ll be–”
A large hand enclosed around your arm, effectively halting your stride. Your narked expression mirrored his own as you pivoted to face him, his hold firmly asserting itself.
“M’not gonna repeat myself.” His drawl low.
“Then don’t.” You threw the attitude right back in his face, yanking your arm free from his grasp and spinning around to grab the door handle. It had barely opened an inch before he slammed it shut with his palm, gluing his hand to the spot and standing over you.
“Move, Joel.”
“There ain’t no need to go-”
“Oh, fuck off, would you? Gonna fucking trap me in here with you and not say anything to me the whole goddamn time?” Your agitation flared as you stalked off, scanning around for any other opening to leave from– contemplating even heading upstairs just to put the distance between you two.
“Tell me how you really feel, why don’t you?” He goaded as his hand slid down the door and took a few steps in your direction.
“Yeah, like last time? Cause that worked like a real fuckin’ treat.” You scoffed, incredulity lacing your tone. You expected him to shake his head or be dismissive, but he just looked at you intently.
“I-”
“You kissed me, and then left me out to dry!” Your anger evolved into a sardonic grin, his guilt evident as he lowered his eyes. “So, unless that was your way of breaking my heart, then..”
Your voice died on the last word, reiterating the plea you shouted from the other side of the door that night before it happened, your hands falling heavy on your thighs after their emphatic gestures. Where your train of thought was going, you weren’t quite sure, but a palpable ache stirred in your chest and seeped through your entire being as his silence loomed, fearing that you just hit the nail on its head.
Maybe if you walked quick enough, you could slip out the door.
In a split-second decision, you decided to take the chance, the handle just in your reach before his hand wrapped around your arm again.
“Leave me al-”
He caged your body against the door with his own, his hands planted on each side of your head as his large frame towered over you, ducking his head down to capture your lips with own.
When he pulled back, his brown eyes were wide and lust-blown in supplication. His chest heaved with unsteady breaths, a telltale sign that he was teetering on the edge of control and moments away from losing it all. Your eyes raked over every facet that rendered him complete; every wrinkle, scar, and freckle that covered his skin that were once observed from a distance, now before you in sharp focus and transformed into a mosaic of perfection. His plump lips bore a fervent shade of pink, an irresistible invitation to meld your mouth against his once more. An intoxicating scent enveloped your senses, a harmonious dance of notes and undertones of woods and herbs, woven together with astonishing finesse that unveiled a new layer with every passing second.
You closed the distance with desperation to feel him everywhere, kisses becoming more aggressive and invasive, tongues swiping over lips and against each other in begging for more permission. Your fingers tangled in his hair to bring his face impossibly closer to yours, noses pressing into cheeks, and his hands trailing down to your ass and giving you a firm squeeze. You moaned into his mouth when his hard-on brushed your thigh through both your jeans, rolling your hips into him.
Your action pulled a pleasurable groan from his throat, making him cup your thighs and hoist you up to move you elsewhere, your legs wrapping around him instinctively. He placed you both behind the bar and sat you on the counter, moving his mouth down your neck to suck spots and soothe them with his tongue. His hands splayed across your thighs, fingers mere centimeters away from your burning core that you needed him to touch.
His fingers dug into the hips of your jeans as you were pressed chest-to-chest, hands still lost in his hair. Your mouths were hot on another again, teeth clanking and saliva trailing wherever his mouth was on you, “Joel, I-”
Your short sentence was cut even shorter by his thumb brushing just above your sensitive spot, making your body shutter from the sudden contact, a reaction he became acutely aware of. A smirk spread on his face when he pressed his thumb against your jeans and you rocked forward immediately.
Gently, he dragged up and down along the seam, pressing kisses to your jaw up to your ear as you squirmed under his touch, teasing you with his voice, “Y’like that, huh?”
You moaned at every touch, all of it more than you could have ever expected. It’d been years since being even remotely physical with someone, and now you had Joel, the last person you ever imagined to be with, all over you. It felt like a dream, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.
His fingers undid your jeans and he pulled them down enough to get access to where you both wanted him, swiping his thumb over the dampness of your panties and letting out a shaky breath at just how wet you were for him. He wrapped a strong arm around your waist and slid you closer as he leaned you backwards with hot kisses, sneakily diverting your attention while he pulled your panties to the side and sunk a finger into you, your sounds of pleasure muffled against his mouth and your hands gripping his shoulders.
You writhed until you were on the edge, pressing your body into him and his one arm stabilizing you while the other was between your legs, pumping one finger, then two. Shamelessly, you rocked into his hand, bucking your hips when his thumb rubbed circles against your clit and letting out soft gasps.
“That’s it, c’mon– use me, use my fingers,” he coaxed as he watched you ascend to seventh heaven with your eyes screwed shut and your mouth agape, “cum for me, darlin’.”
You rocked faster into his hand as he did a blissful combination of pumping, curling, and rubbing, feeling the fiery tightness in your stomach about to snap. You dug your fingers into his back as you clung around him, his arm holding you steady as he finger-fucked you. Burying your face in his neck, you were met with the warm and rich aromatic spices that flooded your sense of smell again, making your lungs and head feel lighter; rosemary and juniper mingling seamlessly with hints of musk and leather. He felt and watched as you came undone by his doing, your body constricting and your pussy tightening around his fingers, wishing he could see your face as you came. He muttered sweet praises as you rode out your high, but you were barely able to hear them from the white noise that exploded in your ears.
You whimpered at his fingers leaving you, opening your eyes just in time as he brought you down and faced you the other way. A lazy grin spread across your face as you heard the sound of his belt coming off, knowing what was next.
He pressed his pelvis against your backside, his warmth a heavenly feeling on your bare skin. His head brushed at your bundle of nerves as he guided himself along your folds, slicking himself with your heat, the contact making you putty in his hands.
“F-fuck,” the hot, soft skin of his cock on your pussy drove you up a wall, “n-need to see it– see you.”
He nuzzled his nose just behind your ear, “One of us s’gotta keep watch.”
Fuck if he thought that you would be the one watching, how could you possibly focus on anything else but him right now?
And as if anyone or anything would be around. But if they did, man did they have a sight to stumble upon.
He lined himself up and cupped the base of your neck, using it to hold you in place and as leverage to sink into you. You both let out mangled moans as he pushed in, his grip tightening on the back of your neck as he went deeper. Breathy gasps and muddled curses left your mouth as your pussy stretched to his girth, overstimulated by his sheer size and how fucking good he felt inside you.
“God– You’re so- agh-” he grunted, “so fuckin’ tight.”
He pressed himself into your back and buried his face into your shoulder as he bottomed out, his mind spinning from simply sheathing his cock into you. His hands fell to your hips, the pads of his fingers digging into the plushness of them. And once he started off in agonizingly slow thrusts, you soon recognized it as a sweet pleasure that you’d never felt before, the sensation incredibly gratifying and making your nerves pleasantly hyperesthetic. It made you weak in the knees, yet you pressed your ass against him to greedily beg for more.
He gradually picked up the pace, flesh smacking against flesh. You arched your back to give him better access, his body attuned to yours and adjusting accordingly. With every thrust, you jolted forward with airy breaths leaving you slackened jaw, feeling high off his touch, but you wanted more. Being that you were standing and he was behind you, it gave you barely any power to move how you wanted to, the pace and power solely in his hands.
“F-faster, Joel.” You managed to stammer out.
He purposely slowed down, craning his head to press lips against your ear, “What’s that, darlin?”
You whined at the stillness, trying to keep the motion going but miserably failing. His low chuckle made you want to cry, your whole body flushing in a frazzled hot sweat from the game he was trying to play.
“Use ‘em words, tell me what y’need.” He could get you to come from speaking to you like that, period. You whined even more when he teased his head in and out of your hole. “C’mon sweetheart–”
“You! Need you! Fa-” You cried out as he buried himself deep in you to the point his cock was vibrating from straining so hard, making you clench down on him and hearing a satisfied grunt from behind you.
“Good girl.”
He had you mewling as he drilled into you, fucking you into oblivion with his nasty acts. The sound of your skin wetly smacking had been the loudest in the room, followed by your blended grunts and gasps, his ragged breaths the most delicious sound you’d ever heard. Your heat was dripping down your thigh and pooling at the base of his cock, a divine sight that further fueled his sin. He snaked one hand down to your clit and rubbed fast circles, the tightness in your stomach rapidly coiling up again and forcing you to grip the edge of the counter.
“Such a good girl f’me.. to me.”
The sound of his praises and the squelching of fluids was quickly bringing you to your second high. You lacked the ability to turn over your shoulder to look at him, “Joel, I’m gonna-ah!– Gonna-”
Your mouth hung open as you threw your head back, his thrusts growing erratic and free hand hurrying up and under your bra to take your hardened nipple into his thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. In a matter of seconds, you were crumbling under his touch all over again by all the different and pleasurable sensations, your vision blurring and hot white ripping through your body. Your voice was lost in Joel’s, his pumps sloppy but still snapping hard into you.
“Fuck, darlin’, so fuckin’ pretty like this,” his head buried into your neck and shoulders, “got you– hah– got you all over my cock, givin’ you what he couldn’t.” Even through riding out your high a second time, your eyes widened at the subtle confession of jealousy. “Mine– always been–”
Quickly, he pulled out and spent himself away from you, leaning into your body and wrapping an arm around your waist as he shuddered through his orgasm with husky grunts. Your head hung as you braced yourself against the counter to act as a pillar for him, the adrenaline draining from your body as clarity took the place of it. He tucked himself away before retracting entirely from you to lean against the opposing counter, but not without pulling your panties and jeans up in a lazily swift motion first.
The room settled into a hushed stillness, interrupted by the labored breaths that punctuated the space as you both sought to regain your composure. You could feel your shirt sticking to your back, surely a trail of dappled sweat soaked through and down your spine that Joel could see as your back was still turned to him. The lack of light in the room indicated that nightfall was on your heels, meaning that it was past due the time you should’ve left to start back to Jackson, but you couldn’t find it in you to care about that right now.
Just two days ago, he kissed you and left without any kind of closure. And now, he’d just fucked you, twice.
With a gentle touch, he pivoted you around by your hip until you faced him, looking at each other with half-lidded eyes, yet it seemed that he had already bounced back quicker than you had. Even without proper lighting, the sheen of sweat visibly glistened on his forehead, tiny droplets matting down strands of hair around the frame of his face.
“Should get goin’.” He didn’t look at you as he delicately zipped up and buttoned your jeans, a task you were gathering the energy to accomplish on your own.
You nodded, silently acknowledging him, but more stunned by the act. Without further exchange, he retreated from you to grab his bag and headed outside.
Again, you were left alone with no kind of explanation of what the hell just happened, albeit in a much bigger, quieter, and darker space this time.
Your head was fucked. On and off. Hot and cold. Moments of potential followed by abrupt deflation.
What is happening?
Through the expanse of windows, the moon’s emergence over a distant peak caught your eye, a silent reminder of the advancing hour, urging you to gather your own things to get a move on.
You were definitely late now.
The walk home from the stables was quiet aside from the buzzing of insects. Walking in tandem, you barely looked in the other’s direction, though your thoughts were screaming about him. Every house you passed had their lights out and curtains drawn, a clear sign of the curfew set in place that you both were breaking right now, and how suspicious it’d look to anyone if they caught you. If you were lucky, Tommy would sweep it under the rug– maybe– but a greater concern lay in Maria finding out.
The glow of your own house’s lights struck you only upon crossing the threshold, a worried Ellie instantly appearing in the foyer– another person you forgot to consider answering to for your poor punctuality.
“Where have you guys been?”
You never thought you’d be on the receiving end of this situation, an unforseen shift that left you feeling unusually juvenile.
“We-uh..”
“..Had some stuff-”
“Had to go and-”
“Took care of it.”
Your faltering excuses had Ellie looking more confused than ever, her brows furrowing and scrunching in rapid succession as she attempted to parse both your disjointed words. It probably didn’t help that you were both disheveled and sticky with sweat while you muttered out words, though you could’ve played that off for the heat.
“Got caught up with some infected,” Joel looked over at you for the first time since the lodge, and you noticed the faintest blush gracing his cheeks, “threw us off on the way back, that’s all.”
You held your breath as Ellie continued to look at you funny even as you nodded to Joel’s lie. She was still skeptical, but ultimately let it go. “Well, I’m glad you guys made it back safe,” she eased her stance, “I was about to go knocking at Uncle Tommy’s.”
What a shitshow that would’ve been.
“Sorry to keep you waitin’, kiddo,” Joel crouched down, deftly undoing the laces of his boots and slipping them off, “why don’t you go get some rest now?”
“Read my mind.” A yawn accompanied her acknowledgement of the suggestion. She shifted her weight back on her heel, briefly looking you both up and down, “I’d give you guys a hug, but you seem kinda..”
“Goodnight, kiddo!”
“Go to bed already!”
Chuckles rippled through the room in the light moment, relief settling over you that your appearance was received how you were hoping it was. A small, contented smile remained on your lips even after she left, always having the ability to leave the room just a little bit brighter than before.
You reached down to grab your boots only to find them gone as if they vanished into thin air, then noticing how they swayed in Joel’s grasp as he placed them in the cubby-hole in the laundry room. You stared at him, the act registering more than just the simple one it was– no, there was something underneath it.
Because first it was your jeans and underwear, and now it was your shoes.
He paused at the foot of the stairs, staring down at the first step and then towards you. He looked.. exhausted.. to say the least. Like he was thinking about everything and nothing all at once. Silence wrapped around the room, a palpable avoidance of it, though so much needed to be said.
“Did you wanna..”
Your eyebrows slightly raised. Is he about to..?
“Take a shower before bed?”
Oh. Right. Because you share a bathroom, and he probably wants to take one.
“Uh- yeah,” you blinked out of thought, “probably be good to do.”
He pursed his lips and gave an awkward nod as you brushed past him, skipping every other step to grab clothes from your room and rushed to clean yourself so that you weren’t imposing too much on his sleep.
It would’ve taken you less time if you hadn’t had such a mess to clean up between your legs, making a mental note to maybe have something on you next time, if there even was a next time.
While you dried your hair, you bunched up your dirty clothes into the shirt you’d worn, having planned to drop it in your own laundry basket. But when you saw his sitting in the space behind the door, something compelled you to drop yours in. He probably wouldn’t have noticed once he threw his clothes on top of yours, and it all had to get cleaned anyway, right?
When you opened the door, a lamp had been turned on and Joel sat in the chair closest to his turntable, though no music played. How long he’d been sitting there, you didn’t know, but after all, it was his room.
You leaned against the doorway while running your thumb over the towel in your hands, “Hope I didn’t take too long.”
He shook his head, but it was infused with a genuine sincereness, like you could’ve been in there for an hour and he wouldn’t have minded.
Things felt.. different, now.
Your attention shifted to an album positioned atop his pile and a small white square in his hands, and if you squinted, you were almost certain that it was the one you were thinking of. You gently inquired about the item you were sure to have seen before, “What’s that?”
His eyes peered up at you, registering a hint of surprise, “Uh.. picture Ellie took ‘while ago.”
“You keep a lot in there?” Joel’s movements stilled as he slid the polaroid back into the album sleeve.
Shit, too much.
“No, just this one.” He answered with candor as he placed the sleeve with the rest, “Haven’t found the right frame for it, yet.”
Now, you knew that it was definitely Joel in the picture, because why else would he have kept it? You now also garnered two more pieces of information: It was taken by Ellie, and it had to have been taken in Jackson. It was likely that he had divulged more than he probably wanted or intended to, so you didn’t press any further.
“Well,” you steered the conversation away from the subject, “thanks for letting me get a shower in.”
He nodded with his gaze trained on the floor as he turned to rummage through his drawers for clothes, taking it as your cue to finally get out. With meek steps, you crossed the room, getting one foot out the door before he called your name softly, catching yourself on the frame to look back at him.
“Just.. wanted to say goodnight.”
He seemed to wrestle with his emotions, and though his eyes struggled meeting yours directly, the attempt to connect was clear. The tension that held your expression in what felt like all day finally softened, but a familiar ache rested deep within you.
You wanted.. sleep, for one, but also answers– or was it closure?
Who even fucking knew? Because you surely didn’t, and Joel probably didn’t either. And trying to figure it all out in the span of the current moment was pointless, especially while you were still lingering in his doorway.
Whatever was happening, it wasn’t easy, and it was far from being over.
“Goodnight, Joel.”
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Rewatch Thoughts: The Church on Ruby Road, Space Babies & The Devil's Chord
Over the last couple days I rewatched the two new eps (and the xmas special that I never got round to rewatching when it aired) and wrote down like every thought I had while watching. Here are those thoughts
Some of the points in this will probs get posted separately as well bc I'm very aware that few ppl will wanna read this whole thing, I just wanna have all my thoughts together
I think some of these opinions are from other ppl I've seen on the timeline that I've kinda absorbed lmao
The Church on Ruby Road
Some moments have such a non-Doctor Who, kinda awkward vibe in a way that I don't full know how to explain? Like I can tell they're acting and the things they say don't feel fully natural idrk. It's something Chibnall's era struggled with too but it felt slightly different. Makes the show feel a bit more childish I think. The Star Beast had an issue with it a little bit too iirc. It's not constant thank God but it is noticable every now and then
The Doctor just.. in a club is crazy. It's a good scene but I can't help but be like who tf is this bc it Doesn't feel like the Doctor. He does go on in this ep and the next two eps to show some more Doctor-y vibes but this scene alone is like. What are we doing here. He just has no awkwardness about him. I couldn't imagine a single other Doctor being like that. I think healing him of various traumas is one thing but like, he's become too cool lmao
The woman with the pram that the Doctor saves is Libby from EastEnders???
On first watch and even this watch a tiny bit the scene with the police man kinda swept me up as being really fun and so Doctor-y but when I think about it for like half a second I'm like oh I might hate this. It just feels like it was written for a completely different Doctor (and by a completely different writer (Moffat)). I don't think there's been a single moment with 15 since this scene where he has this 'oh I'm so smart and mysterious' vibe to him. It's very strange. And the Sherlock-ing of that man was like. nice bc the Doctor was being nice but ultimately what are we doing. The sonic detects diamonds? Right..
Ruby asking if it's unusual that she has no traceable family is kinda interesting bc like. it's not massively unusual or noteworthy irl but in the context of the show....? Potentially very noteworthy. Like maybe Ruby's mum isn't on any database bc she's an alien or something
I don't ever wanna see those gravity gloves again idgaf
I love that the Doctor loves the name Lulubelle so much and mentions it a couple of times like 'damn what a good name' lmao
The Doctor-y vibes are wayyy better in the scene where him and Ruby are tied up liike trying to understand the vocabulary of rope, crawling around like a weirdo, love him
I'm so dumb I didn't clock that they were crawling around bc obviously the ship is built for the little goblins, not humans. Ruby was like 'We're like giants in this place and I was like ohhhhhhhh
The Goblin Song is a mildly catchy banger. The Doctor and Ruby joining in is quite cringe to witness but yknow. improv will do that to a person
The Doctor's curtsy to the Goblin King lmao
Cherry fancying 15 is soooo Jackie fancying 9 coded
The way the Doctor says he's got no-one.. funny but also I'm depressed
The Doctor and Ruby foundling etc parallels make me feel kinda insane tbh. I was hopeful that RTD would stick with the Timeless Child but I was kinda just expecting that to consist of him not retconning it and instead he's leaning the fuck IN and I love that a lot, it's so cool
The xmas song/carol that plays gives me chills for some reason, it's such a banger
Ruby's mum walking away is so crazy liike if I was the Doctor I would sooo have had to run over and just see who she is or scan her with my sonic or SOMETHING
The way he says 'I'm the Doctor' at the end is a bit weird
Mrs Flood breaking the fourth wall, knowing what a TARDIS is (I assume).. who tf are you woman
Overall very fun, very intriguing. 4/5 stars
Space Babies
The Doctor says 'space babies' 10+ times throughout this ep and it's annoying every time except the first. Repeating a phrase is very Doctor coded, and they literally did it well with him saying he liked the name Lulubelle in the previous ep, but it really didn't work for me here
Very mixed feelings on 15 being so open with Ruby right at the start of the episode bc like. it does make sense, we know he's more therapised and open, but it is kinda jarring to see him so open so fast and it does mildly feel like it's there to catch the new viewers up to speed more than anything else, and that's not a very creative way of doing it
15 being like 'Come here, butterfly, have it' was very cringe
Mildly embarrassing that both this butterfly mention and Martha mentioning butterflies in Shakespeare Code kinda have the same tone about them in terms of both time the Doctor is basically like 'Well, why would do that? What has a butterfly ever done to you?' Not a big deal, just kinda.. embarrassing. Come up with something new idk
At least this also then has Ruby actually stepping on a butterfly and changing something which I thought was really cool. The way she says 'If you have made an incorrect accusation I will have to kill you' kinda kills me
I love the Doctor's excitement when Ruby says five numbers lmao
Is there a reason the TARDIS keeps slamming around instead of materializing properly
The Doctor having his hand on Ruby's face and then being like 'oh yeah' SO DOCTOR-Y you love to see it. And the 'woosh' when he said about running away ugh, love him
The 'push the button' mentions and the way the scene in the TARDIS was edited is SO embarrassing like it's very clear there was supposed to be a scene in there where the song Push the Button played but it got cut for whatever reason but then they.. kept the references to the cut scene in? I guess part of it is maybe it woulda been diffiuclt to edit out a scene where you need the Doctor to physically do something (push a button) to keep the ep moving but idk. It's just sloppy
The phone scene..... I don't dislike it but it feels like we're getting through things so quick and the End of the World version is definitely superior bc it was like, off the back of them arguing and Rose was kinda worried about what she'd got herself into so the Doctor tries to reassure her by making her feel closer to her mum but this was like. he did that to her phone bc why not I guess. which.. is fine? I GUESS. but it's not that interesting, it doesn't add much. They coulda just.. not done that
I also saw someone say that the difference in the scenes is that with Nine and Rose the shots focus on Rose bc it's about her but with 15 and Ruby we don't focus on her at all bc it's not about her, it's about showing the audience a cool trick which is like UGH bc I do feel like a few of the things that happen in this ep are more for catching the audience up and throwing things at them than for story purposes (this, the key, the life story) and it's frustrating !!!
I did like the way the Doctor said 'phone your mum' and when Ruby was like 'that's the best signal ever, how much did that cost' lmao
The babies and their little voices are so fuckin cute. I know some ppl didn't like CGI mouths and stuff but it didn't bother me tbh
The babies never being hugged and asking if they grew up wrong got me teary eyed fr
I actually love 15's attitude to being alone again like obviously in that scene he was specifically tryna give the babies a pep talk so maybe it's not FULLY how he feels but idk. I'm glad we're not going the full on depression about being the last of the Time Lords again. I think there's defo a sadness there, which you can kinda get a vibe of whenever he mentions it and when he talks about being adopted in TCORR, but it's not the same as with 9 and 10 which I can appreciate
'That's not a doggo' so cute
The Doctor scaring the kids was kinda weird? Like, I feel like the Doctor wouldn't do that idrk. At least that's not the vibe I get from this Doctor. Actually I don't even get that vibe 9 and 12 and they're defo the asshole Doctors
The cut to the memory at the church and Ruby's mum changing to pointing at 15 and the fuckin snow !! I'm SO intrigued by what's going on here. I NEED it to be good
Them hugging and 15's expression changing... Welcome back 12th Doctor
Ruby being like 'don't call me Rubes' when at least two ppl have called her Rubes before this point lol okay
'It's snot' 'It's not'
The Doctor is literally like 'the machine is literal and it's called the Bogeyman' and for some reason Ruby still doesn't connect the dots about what the Bogeyman is made of..?
The thing of the Bogeyman also being one of the babies is like hm okay but it's clearly not the same as them though is it. It seems kinda like a bad guy, idk why we're so depressed about it dying. 'The only one of its kind' yeah for a reason babes. I liked seeing the Doctor be kinda emotional but it didn't fully hit bc I'm like that Bogeyman dying is probs for the best actually
Jocelyn sat there crying like we're supposed to believe what she tried to do was some irrational insane behaviour when really it was like yeah, letting the Bogeyman die kinda makes a lot of sense actually. Like are we supposed to believe it isn't a bad guy somehow just because it was created by the machines or whatever
Love that the Doctor nearly said shit. I feel like previously the Doctor has generally not been a lover of swearing like idk if they were necessarily against it but I don't think they were massively for it either so it's interesting that 15 literally had to stop himself from swearing
Ruby getting the key is something I have a lot of thoughts/mixed feelings on. I think ULTIMATELY I'm like whatever, the Doctor and her get on, she's done well in these first two eps, why not give her a key. I definitely don't think she's unworthy of it. But it didn't feel like it meant anything. Which I guess it doesn't HAVE to but I think it's better when it does.
When 9 gave Rose the key it was because she was worried he was gonna leave her so he was like no don't worry I'm not going anywhere here's a key, when 10 gave Martha a key it was after she saved his life again and was a long time coming bc of their 'only one trip, idk if I'm coming or going' dynamic.
And then with Victorian Clara, she got given the key quicker than Ruby, but it was this big thing of the Doctor has just spent however many years not going anywhere and he meets this girl who has made him WANT to travel etc for the time in a long time and it's this big thing and then she ends up dying right after. And also Clara was essentially MADE to be the perfect companion for the Doctor so him being willing to give her a key that soon isn't exactly surprising.
And now we've got Ruby getting a key for what feels like no reason other than they wanna tick off a bunch of boxes and show new viewers certain things and it's just BORING and feels so rushed. Bc of the six month time skip in the next episode, this ep is the only 'good' time to give her a key but like. It wasn't good, it was basic. And yknow, we don't NEED a key giving scene, they coulda just not done it at all. I kinda just assume all companions get a key at a certain point whether we see it or not. It doesn't matter. If they really wanted to tho they coulda done a moment down the line that shows or references the fact that Ruby does have the key and we just didn't see it get handed over
I love 15 getting it out there right away that he won't take Ruby back to the Church or whatever liike yeah he's made that mistake before lmao. Also odds on going to the church being EXACTLY what we end up doing...
The TARDIS absolutely fucking up the ceiling in Ruby's flat ?
Overall this ep feels kinda faced and rushed in places and defo features multiple scenes that just feel like they're to catch new viewers up (which in theory is fine but there are defo more creative ways to drop information on the viewers than those scenes) but for the most part I think it's fine. Kinda an unserious fun time. 3.5/5 stars
The Devil's Chord
The pronouns stuff when Maestro is first introduced is sooo much better than what we got in the The Star Beast with the Meep and Rose
The theme being played on the piano was so cool. I wish they committed to doing it for the entire thing
That red shirt and jeans is genuinely 15's worst outfit, it's so ugly. Ruby's blue outfit was giving Clara Oswald reincarnated tho you love to see it
The Doctor is being mildly dramatic about how innovative of an idea going to see the Beatles is but anyways
'If we're in the 60s, what about my clothes..' she says in a worried voice despite wearing something with full coverage that could defo pass for 60s attire
The Doctor's reaction to the orcestra and Ruby tryna comfort him lmao
Someone pointed out that the Doctor hasn't seen the face of the woman that's popped up in multiple eps recently which is INTERESTING and I was thinking maybe it's bc he would recognise her but realistically it's probs bc if he did see her face then after seeing her for a second or third time he'd probs be like bitch why do I keep seeing you everywhere this is suspicious. But this way she can be creeping around for longer yknow.
I have like no theories about who she is btw. The obvious one would be Ruby's mother but that feels TOO obvious. Maybe she's like the Toymaker and Maestro and part of her thing is infiltrating a person's timeline which is why she's appearing so much
The Susan mention and the First Doctor life story sharing is craaaazy and I love it like the Doctor going to a place for a second time and offhandedly just being like lol I'm literally also a few miles that way right now is so the vibe. This specific instance does mildly feed into the thing of these eps so far feeling like there's a lot of them tryna get info out there for new audiences but I'll let this one slide for my girl Susan
The mention of a 'great big cellular explosion' that could have killed Susan too is.. ? Like what are you on about. Are we supposed to believe that when the Master destroyed Gallifrey it was actually him also targeting every Time Lord out there (except the Doctor I guess?) and killing them? Or is this a Time War thing? Either way it felt like an unnecessary addition liiike king just admit that you abandoned your granddaughter and haven't kept up with her
The scene where everything goes silent is very cool
The Doctor chatting like he mentioned the Toymaker to Ruby in Ruby Road when he quite literally didn't. Another editing fumble. Embarrassing! Sloppy!
The new bigeneration info this ep gave is insane. Like, 'it tore my soul in half, I can't survive that again.' Well.. according to the Giggle commentary you've survived it like 14 times so idk what you're on about. I hope that addition means that RTD isn't gonna make that idea part of canon and it will just be left as his dumb commentary comment bc it was already dumb as fuck and now it doesn't even make sense.
Also 15 kinda acts like the bigen was hard on him but no one in The Giggle seemed to be sad at all, it was more like a celebration, two perfectly healthy Doctors (minus 14's alleged exhaustion and mental illness). It's very messy. I kinda can't believe RTD has said bigeneration is something he's been cooking in his mind for years or whatever bc the more info we get about it the more it feels like he pulled it out of his ass the day he started writing the Giggle script
A six month time skip when we're on our third episode with his TARDIS team is insane like I genuinely can't fathom why they'd do that.
Also tho I was thinking that like, we're literally missing the initial build up of their relationship and them getting to know each other but tbh with the way things have gone so far I feel like we haven't really missed much bc they get on so well and have like no drama. Which isn't a bad thing, but it is mildly boring? Like, I love them as a duo and I'm kinda glad that the Doctor has this easy friendship after all the dramas they've been through but also I need more.
I'm hoping it's gonna be a 13 situation in terms of her and the fam got on pretty well through S11 and it wasn't until S12/13 that we started to see cracks so. for now I'm like okay imma give them time and we'll see where it goes I guess but right now I genuinely can't imagine 15 and Ruby having a serious discussion/disagreement about something
Meanwhile you've got 9 and Rose who had a really rocky start. Which partially is probs to do with the kind of Doctor 9 was, a lot less open and more twatty than 15. And it's similar with 13. Things started going a bit dodgy for her and her companions bc she didn't know how to be open but we've got 15 here spilling half his life story within the first couple eps. Idk. I prefer when there's a bit of drama between the Doctor and companion so I hope we see some down the line bc it being plain sailing forever will be boring I fear
I actually just remembered some leaks and now I'm like hold on there could be drama FR if those leaks are true wait a second. Fingers crossed actually
So, it's been six months of travelling together and Ruby apparently doesn't know about how things getting fucked up in the past can mess things up in the future. Makes no sense luv
Love scene in that black room or whatever, v good
15 kissing the TARDIS and saying 'don't hate me' lmao
So is there something wrong with the TARDIS or did it make those noises bc of the fact Maestro was messing with her and now the Doctor and Ruby are leaving her alone or whatever. Idk. Could be something wrong, which could explain all the dramatic landings
The Doctor aggressively pointing the sonic at Maestro is really funny considering RTD apparently changed the sonic design bc he was worried kids would play guns on the playground
15 shouting at Maestro to fight him and leave Ruby alone oh wow I need to see more of him getting pissed tf off and losing it
Ruby singing and the carol playing OH MY GOD, actual chills. And she looked so cool. I'm very intrigued
The music that was playing the night she was born AND the Doctor calling it out is insane tbh like. the fourth wall breaking buisness is weirding me tf out
So Maestro is the 'essence of music itself' but doesn't understand why a song could be powerful? Idk about that
Maestro being like 'The Oldest One, he couldn't have been there', was SO on the nose and clunky it honestly makes me sad like idk if it's the dialogue, the acting or both. I'm sure there would be a way of mentioning the Oldest One in that scene as a hint and not making it feel so cringe and in your face but that was not it
The weird reversed movement and saying music battle backwards thing was a bit odd. Didn't love it
That final 'the One Who Waits' line was CRAZY like. genuinely hot steaming pile of shit. Why are there so many moments like that????
Part of me is like okay maybe those moments are on purpose and are part of the the fourth wall breaking business but it's been happening since The Star Beast and that was pre all that drama so that doesn't make sense. And even if that WAS the reason why it was happening, that wouldn't suddenly make it good
Also it's crazy how much of a mixed bag the arc stuff is right now. The stuff with Ruby is so cool and I'm so looking forward to seeing where that leads to and then you have the saying a name bullshit like what are we doing Russell !!!
The twist at the end song. Okay. Idrc. Fun that Harbinger is still around. I'm interested to see what's up there. In the Devil's Chord ep of Unleashed RTD said something about how the Toymaker isn't the one in charge like ppl may think so maybe it's actually Harbinger in charge?
Someone pointed out that in Space Babies Ruby mentioned Star Trek and then some people had Star Trek uniforms and then in Devil's Chord she mentioned strictly and a Strictly judge was dancing at the end of the ep so like ???????
This ep is overall a lot of fun despite it having multiple things in that are nonsensical and piss me off/ 4/5 stars
I'm looking forward to the next ep bc I think 15 and Ruby desperately need a more serious episode liike I wanna see DRAMA. Thank you Steven Moffat
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Final Thoughts on The Dumb Teen Show
I'm too old for this media, this media is not written or meant for me.
Alas, we move:
It's the finale and I must finally speak my truth. I have not nor will I ever give a shit about Taylor and Steven. Taylor was a terrible friend to Belly and I'm sorry, I never forgave her for that. Cheating is despicable and I know that's rich coming from a show that's highlighting a love triangle between brothers but that's just how it is. Taylor is boring and annoying, Steven is grating as a person and as a brother and all the chatter of how "this show is bad but at least we have Steve and Taylor" I simply cannot relate to any of you!! They're bad people and not even in an interesting can't wait to root for them kind of way they're just Bad and more offensively, Boring.
JEREMIAH GET BEHIND ME. The way you deserve so much better in this show and in this universe. I've long been Team Jeremiah in the sense that everyone needs some fucking therapy (himself included) and that he needs to be in a better universe, with a better show and better writers. This is a boy that is consistently pulled around, has to fake a smile because that's all that is expected of him and the (1) time he actually shares his frustrations in a way that isn't absolutely perfect, he's mistreated by damn near everyone including the fandom. Everything about him in the last episode is a person that has so much maturity in a way that just doesn't make sense considering the hell he's been through. He's the better person.
Which was no help to fucking Susannah!!!!!!!! I've long since lamented that the show dropped the ball on exploring the real, tangible grief of Laurel in losing her Susannah and the more the season went on, the more frustrated I was because SUSANNAH IS A TERRIBLE MOTHER. She's arguably a shit sister. She is, within the narrative itself without looking for subtext, someone who is really fucked up! And what do we have to show for it! Nothing! The show did absolutely NOTHING with what they set up for her and never once interrogates how fucking demented she is to tell a fucking sixteen year old on her death bed to watch out for Conrad. poor Conrad. You love Conrad. He loves you. This isn't even because I think Jeremiah is the better person/brother (I do) but on any level you swing it, that is seriously fucked up to ask that of a teenager. As a grown ass woman!! What is wrong with you! Why are you asking her to watch out for your grown ass son AND ONLY the one son? When Jeremiah walked into the room after that?? It's like fuck did you forget you're a mother to TWO people here?
Removing Jeremiah entirely, that would still be so supremely fucked up and that is just one thing of the many things that have shown cracks in Susannah's life and experiences that now? We'll never get to explore. Laurel, hold my hand. Go to therapy with me. You will see the truth in time.
Conrad is a fucking terror of a human being. I'm sorry, I cannot understand how or why he has so many fucking defenders especially from anyone with a fully developed prefrontal cortex. "He's mourning his mother" "he doesn't know how to express his feelings" "love it when he's petty! king!" like what is wrong with all of you. This isn't to say "omg your ship is soooo bad because it's unhealthy" because whatever, do what you want. But for so many to argue with their whole chests that Conrad is like an angel sent from heaven that is tortured and misunderstood and to mean that with utter sincerity has me convinced 1) every single one of you is also 16, never been in love before and/or in love with the toxicity of an emo bad boy or 2) loves the toxic drama. Which if it's the second, that's fine! But it's rare (if ever) that it's someone acknowledging that Conrad is a big fucking red flag.
I know the drill. I know what the endgame is. I haven't read the books but I don't have to. I understand Narratives. Conrad is going to "grow" and "develop" and the narrative will "prove" that fuck whatever Belly chooses, fuck the objectively more mature and more insightful and person who actively communicates with Belly even as a teenager that is Jeremiah, the show will contrive some way to bring Belly and Conrad together because they're Meant to Be or some shit.
Fuck fate. Fuck having to be emotionally manipulated and twisted around. Fuck having to being told that you're not mature enough and grow up from the same person throwing constant temper tantrums. Fuck the age difference honestly. Fuck the fact that this person always saw her as a little kid until she flirted with someone else.
I don't condone violence but Laurel's slap? Idk I think Belly needed that reality check. She needs to leave both of these boys alone. She needs to be in therapy, she needs to be single, and needs to let go of this idea that the world revolves around her.
I hate this dumb show so fucking much.
Can't wait for the next season.
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TOTK Trailer 3 Analysis
Alright, let's do this. There was a whole lot in this trailer, and just so you know i'm not going to be dissecting every second or everything that made me go 'oh cool!' Like, the rocket is way cool but I won't be providing a picture. Anyway, without further ado, here we go!
I really liked seeing the little robot guys doing stuff on the island, especially this little one fending off a chuchu :D I think it adds a lot to the understanding of the role of these robots
Not sure what's up with all the mushroom stuff but I love it! I like seeing that the villages are going to be changed :D
Yay, settlements! People trying to move into this area! A shame that the castle is gone now. I also really like the birds on the old fountains.
Big round rock is very interesting. It reminds me of the speed boost things in skyward sword, so that's my theory on what this one does.
Big thing rising from the Gerudo desert. It's probably going to end up just being Ganondorf's castle, but I really hope it's Arbiter's Grounds because that place horrifies and fascinates me.
Presumably a back shot of Ganondorf, and I gotta say I love his hair all glowing and crazy like that. He seems to be watching something explode, but I'm not sure what? Baby theory with the only proof of 'idk it'd make a modicum of sense', maybe it's the great plateau he's destroying?
Putting these two together since they seem to go together - ways to get below ground? Very interesting. Not psyched about having to wear the lame lava armor again, though. (and when I say go together, I realize this is probably an underground cavern in the Eldin area and not in Lanayru)
Flying ship flying ship let's go!!! Looks way cool and makes me wonder who is manning it. Robots? Monsters? The Zonai???
Floating balls of water are cool, but more than anything make me wonder if there will be a better swimming mechanic, maybe even diving?
Mostly took this picture because I like the red bird outfit Link is wearing. Presumably it'll slow his fall more than other clothes, but I also like the reference to the crimson loftwing.
Finally, the being we've been seeing on the wall carvings and ruins. What's her deal? Is this what all Zonai look like? She looks rad that's for sure. I've heard some people say she looks like a lizard, but personally I think she looks more like the three dragons.
At first, this is kind of a boring shot, until I remembered that Hyrule castle probably was very much destroyed in the final battle of BotW. Was it repaired? By the little magic sparkles around, I'd guess either Zelda is repairing it with magic, or this is some kind of memory.
Finally, the girl. Strange dais she's standing in front of, I'm so worried for her.
The Baby! Teba really said 'I'm too old for this shit' and is having his baby fill in for him! Rip Teba you were, well, a normal guy opposed to all the other champions. Here's to your cool kiddo.
I think I said this in my analysis of the last trailer, that I thought Link's vehicles would be able to transport Hylians, and I feel soooo vindicated right now! Yes, helping the citizens! I love it!
This is ridiculous and I love it. Just us with our dumb machine against a bunch of monsters. Reminds me of that woodcutting machine from beauty and the beast, I think because of the little arm making kind of chopping motions
BIG FUCKING MONSTER ATTACKING THE LITTLE BABY! I'M SO EXCITED FOR BOSS BATTLES NOW!
No idea what the little magatama is still other than 'probably what they mean when they say tears'
I have mixed opinions on ganondorf's design, but overall I think I like it :) He's green still, which is a little weird, but I guess he is technically a zombie, and damn did he rehydrate well.
Putting these two together to make a point (may also make it it's own post too) that I think Zelda isn't just wearing the above woman's outfit, I think the above woman is Zelda, the one from 1000 years ago. (I'll also mention now that what if the male voice talking to Zelda is some version of Ganondorf?)
At one point I was going to make a video about TotK theories, and one involved getting to fight with civilians. It was more of an escort idea in there, but hey, still looks exciting! I love all these people who are stepping up to the plate and aren't just going to let another calamity hit them!
Riju haircut! Sidon is King! Kind of weird that we say three of the four races, really hoping the gorons are doing okay. I'm really excited to see how the powers and strengths of the allies have evolved. From the footage, you already get the idea that Riju has started to use Urbosa's lightning powers.
Gleeok! We've all seen him coming, but hey, he's officially here! That's pretty rad!
Hard to see, but we're getting more of the wall mural thing, this time featuring ganondorf. I hope this thing will be, like, a physical thing in game so we can look at the whole thing.
And finally Zelda. My bets are that she's a) going to be found sleeping on that thing, very similar to Zelda 2's ending or that b) she's going to end up being sacrificed on it :(
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I Suck at Poetry
(A prequel to the prequel to Roses are Red)
Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5
AO3
This chapter is NSFW, MDNI
Sevika x female reader
1k words
(Sevika's POV)
Sevika sits in her booth at The Last Drop, working on repairs to her arm. Or at least that's what she's supposed to be doing. Yet she can't seem to stay focused. Her eyes keep drifting over to where you work behind the bar cleaning and prepping for tonight, oblivious to her eyes on you.
You caught her interest the moment she saw you on your first day. Your smile. Your laugh. Your eyes. Your skin. Your body. Sevika liked it all. She wanted it all.
She wanted to know how you felt beneath her hands, pressed against her body. How you smelled when she ran her nose along your skin, in your hair. How you tasted on her lips, her tongue. How you sounded when her name spilled from your parted lips, begging for her touch. How you looked when she made you cum, completely ruined by her.
A thousand scenarios play in her mind. So many ways to have you. So many ways to make you hers. So many ways to tease and please you.
Sevika adjusts the spread of her thighs in her seat, the annoying ache between them threatening to break her will to wait things out. To observe you. Gather enough information before making a move.
"Hey ogre."
Sevika bristles, brows furrowing deep and pinching at the bridge of her nose.
Jinx.
The fucking bane of Sevika's existence. Always causing mayhem and leaving her with more work than if she'd just taken the tasks on herself. Slowly, she turns to regard the blue-haired menace from where she takes a seat in a chair across from her, propping her big ass goofy boots up on the table.
"Ya know, you'd probably have better success if you actually approached her. Or at least dropped some hints. Maybe gave her a little somethin'."
Sevika ignores Jinx, but kicks herself mentally for letting the brat catch her watching you.
"I honestly don't know whatcha see in her. I mean she's a cutie, but she's clearly not smart. I mean, she's into you so-"
"What?" Sevika cuts her off, unsure if she heard that last statement correctly.
"She's dumb for liking you."
"That's not-" Sevika grunts in frustration. She has no patience for Jinx and she knows Jinx is purposefully egging her on. "What do you mean she's into me?"
"Wow. You two really are perfect for each other. Both dumb as sump rats. No. Sump rats are definitely smarter," Jinx replies with an enthusiastic nod to herself.
Sevika's glare intensifies and the death grip on her precision screwdriver threatens to snap it in two. Jinx either doesn't notice or doesn't care as she blathers on.
"She's got damn hearts for eyes everytime she looks at you. And she looks at you like… a whole lot. It's pretty gross." Jinx sticks her tongue out as if she's tasted something unsavory.
Sevika's attention returns to her arm, hoping Jinx will get bored and just fucking leave. Seems her hopes are for naught.
"Girls like flowers. Poetry. You want to get her attention, give her some of her favorite flowers. And write her somethin' poetic."
"I have no fucking clue what flowers she likes," Sevika snaps, back to glaring at Jinx who just simply smiles back like a clueless child.
"Favorite color?"
"No. I don't know what her fav-" Sevika pauses, a memory manifesting in the forefront of her mind. Not more than a few days ago she had been waiting at the bar for you to fix her drink when she overheard you talking to another woman. Telling her how lovely you thought her jacket was. That it was your favorite color. It was some shade of… "Blue."
"Well there ya go. Get her some blue flowers. Make sure you mention in a note that you know that's her favorite color. She'll be all goo goo ga ga." Jinx pauses for a moment to pick at something in her teeth with the bright blue nail of her pinky finger. "Then give her a little poem on Valentine's day and next thing ya know she's having your babies."
Sevika's eye twitches at that last comment, and she debates whether or not it's worth her time to try to correct that idiotic statement. Wanting nothing more than to end this conversation, she opts to stick to the original subject.
"I don't do poetry."
Jinx laughs- more like cackles- a bit too loudly, and Sevika's gaze darts to the bar. Seems at some point you had left through the back. She's disappointed at the loss of such a great view, but she's also grateful you're not around to bear witness to this disaster.
"It's easy. Just make up a cute poem or somethin' like 'roses are red, violets are blue,' and then two more lines that end with a rhyme. Somethin' that lets her know what you think of her." Jinx reaches into her pouch, pulling out a collection of brightly colored chalk markers. "Here." She tosses them on the table and then rips a chunk of paperwork off a clipboard on the table. Paperwork that happened to be a shipping manifest Sevika was supposed to bring to the docks Topside later.
"Why are you trying to help me?" Sevika asks, eyeing Jinx suspiciously.
"Maybe you'll be less of an ogre if you get laid."
Sevika scoffs at that, but before she can retort, Jinx leaps to her feet and skips off, braids swinging wildly behind her.
Rolling her eyes, Sevika picks up a red pen, staring blankly at it for a moment before looking back to the empty bar.
Sighing in defeat, she uncaps the pen and slowly starts to write.
Next chapter >
#arcane#sevika#arcane sevika#sevika x reader#arcane sevika x reader#sevika imagine#honey writes#HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! <3
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About Me:
I’ve had quite a few new followers these past few weeks, so I thought I would make a little about me post, just so you all know what you’re getting into.
First off, hello! My name is Madison (she/her), I’m 19 (will be 20 in January which is. . . something I’m not thinking about at the moment), I’m bisexual, extremely liberal (racists, misogynists, homophobes, transphobes, etc. can fuck off and die), and I live in Saskatchewan, Canada. My favourite thing in the world to do is write, and I love to read as well.
Here are some of my favourite things, sorted by category:
Star Wars
Favourite characters: Leia Organa, Han Solo, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ben Solo, Hera Syndulla, Ahsoka Tano, Din Djarin, Captain Rex, Poe Dameron, Rey Skywalker, Satine Kryze, Luke Skywalker, Asajj Ventress, Luminara Unduli, and many, many more
I love every movie, and every TV show (I was admittedly not a fan of Andor, but I’m so happy that so many people loved it so much!), and I’m working through some of the canon novels
This is my first fandom, one of my first loves. No matter how deeply I fall in love with other things I will never love them like I love Star Wars
Marvel
Favourite Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Jennifer Walters, Steve Rogers, Carol Danvers, Sylvie, Marc Spector, Valkyrie, Peggy Carter, Yelena Belova, and many, many more.
I love every movie and TV show (to varying degrees, but nonetheless) but my favourite movies are Endgame, Infinity War, No Way Home, Eternals, Winter Soldier, Captain Marvel, Black Widow, Ragnarok (not necessarily in that order), and my favourite shows are Moon Knight, She-Hulk, Loki, Werewolf by Night, Hawkeye (not necessarily in that order)
I also very casually read Marvel comics (just a few here and there whenever I find some that pique my interest)
DC
Admittedly, not nearly as much as Marvel. There isn’t a lot of emotional attachment. Honestly it’s bordering on contempt at this point, especially after spending money to go see The Flash in theatres
But I love The Batman, Wonder Woman, The Suicide Squad, Peacemaker, the Dark Knight trilogy, Harley Quinn, and Batman (1989). I am cautiously excited for many of their upcoming projects under James Gunn’s leadership
Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow is my all-time favourite comic book and honestly just one of my favourite books of all time. It’s truly a beautiful work of art.
Lord of the Rings
I’ve seen all three movies and 2/3 Hobbit movies, and I’ve read Fellowship of the Ring (planning on getting to the other two soon). I also watched and absolutely adored The Rings of Power.
My favourite characters are Éowyn and Aragorn, but I love Merry, Pippin, Legolas, and Gimli too. And Galadriel, Elrond, Durin, Elendil, Miriel, and Halbrand in TRoP
I’m admittedly not the most well-versed in LOTR, but I do really enjoy it.
A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones:
Don’t even get me started on those goddamn shows. Seasons 7 and 8 of GoT and HoTD infuriate me on a daily basis but goddamn it I love this world so much. Westeros is so important to me
Favourite characters: Daenerys, Jaime, Cersei, Jon, Arianne, Brienne, Robb, and more
Favourite Targaryens (it’s the best house, fight me): Visenya, Aegon I, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Rhaena the Queen in the East/West, Alysanne, Daena the Defiant, Aegon V, Rhaegar, and probably more I’m forgetting
Movies:
Almost Famous (my favourite of all time)
Good Will Hunting
Memento
The Usual Suspects
Frances Ha, Mistress America, Lady Bird, Little Women, Barbie (anything with Greta Gerwig involved)
Dazed and Confused
Tombstone
Tick, Tick . . . BOOM!
Father of the Bride 1 & 2
You’ve Got Mail
When Harry Met Sally
Palm Springs
Before Sunrise
The Princess Diaries
Dogma (anything Kevin Smith, really)
Anything John Hughes
Garden State
His Girl Friday
10 Things I Hate About You
The Princess Bride
Disney movies (I grew up on those princesses and damn it, I still love ‘em)
Scooby-Doo (it’s just so dumb and comforting after a long day)
Also just 80s/90s movies, particularly comedies
TV Shows:
Lost (my favourite of all time. I could talk about it for hours on end)
Roseanne (my favourite sitcom. Roseanne Barr might be a piece of shit but Roseanne and Dan Conner raised me)
The Walking Dead (very close second favourite show)
The Sandman
Good Omens
Community
Gilmore Girls
That 70’s Show
Daisy Jones and the Six
Friends
Seinfeld
Once Upon A Time
Ted Lasso (even though they fucked it at the end)
Superstore
Brooklyn Nine-Nine
The Good Place
Sons of Anarchy
Peaky Blinders
Scrubs
Bridgerton
Golden Girls
Happy Days, Laverne & Shirley
The Umbrella Academy
Schitt’s Creek
Only Murders in the Building
The Last of Us
Band of Brothers
Succession
Bojack Horseman
Grace & Frankie
Way, way more I can’t think of. I watch way too much TV. Just ask, I’ve probably seen it.
Music:
The Beatles (my all-time favourite band. I saw Paul McCartney in 2018 and almost died)
Pearl Jam
Phoebe Bridgers & boygenius
Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Nirvana, Stone Temple Pilots
Anything from the 50’s and 60’s pretty much (i.e. The Beach Boys, Petula Clark, Jay and the Americans, Gerry and the Pacemakers, Buddy Holly, Sam Cooke, Simon & Garfunkel, Herman’s Hermits, The Zombies. Just ask, I probably love it.
Fleetwood Mac
Taylor Swift (I’m not a full Swiftie, but I’m getting there)
Olivia Rodrigo
The Chicks
Elton John
Billy Joel
Beyoncé and Destiny’s Child
ABBA
KISS
The Cranberries
Led Zeppelin
The Mountain Goats
Honestly it would probably be quicker to say who I don’t listen to in some capacity
Musicals:
Hamilton
Hadestown
Heathers
Wicked
In the Heights
Six
Grease, The Sound of Music, Mamma Mia, and other movie musicals
Books:
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab - never before has a book seemed like it was written just for me. And it’s so beautiful. Schwab is just my favourite author of all time, I’ll read anything of hers
Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas - I read these as the last few were coming out and I still have such an attachment to them
Daisy Jones and the Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid - my favourite movie is Almost Famous so naturally, this was perfect for me. Goddamn did I love it.
A Song of Ice and Fire, of course
Classics: A Tale of Two Cities, Pride and Prejudice, The Handmaid’s Tale, Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
The entire Grishaverse series by Leigh Bardugo
That’s just off the top of my head. There are many, many more, and I’ll always take recommendations!
Basically just fantasy. I love fantasy books more than anything
All Elite Wrestling:
My most recent obsession
I’m watching it through from the beginning so I haven’t seen everything just yet
Favourite wrestlers: CM Punk, MJF, Orange Cassidy, Kris Statlander, all the Best Friends honestly, Adam Cole, Cody Rhodes, Danhausen, Thunder Rosa, Juice Robinson, Toni Storm, Sting, Christian Cage, Eddie Kingston, Jon Moxley, Hangman Adam Page, Willow Nightingale, Hikaru Shida (not necessarily in that order other than the first 5, and there are more)
(I would love to have more women on that list but the women don’t get any good storylines or promo time or character development so I don’t form as many emotional attachments with as many of them. Book. The. Women’s. Division. Better.)
Favourite storylines/feuds: AdaMJF, Punk/MJF, Cody/MJF, Orange Cassidy/Chris Jericho, anything involving the Best Friends, everything with Hangman (from the very beginning all the way to where I am now, where he has just won the championship), probably more but that’s just off the top of my head
And that’s me, essentially. If you made it this far, I salute you. If there’s anything you want to know, feel free to ask! My asks and dms are always open, whether you’re a mutual or a complete stranger. Never be afraid to say hi!
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Love on the Brain - sneak peek
Hello 🥰 The third chapter of LOVE ON THE BRAIN is in under intensive editing, but I figured I could give you a hint at what is going to be happening 🤭
Happy weekend! 🥰 I hope I’ll make it happier when I post this chapter in full
Warning: one F-bomb.
Steve was beginning to see red.
���Do you really think it’s important?” Steve questioned, a little bite to his tone. You casted him a sideway glance – a tiny wrinkle between your brows, because you noticed his ire.
Good. Or was it?
“It’s probably not as significant to you, but combined with whatever was happening in the unsub’s life, it could have a meaning,” Agent Hotchner supplied helpfully. “How often do you leave for mission this long or longer?”
“It’s not uncommon. Two, three times a month. Some are for a week, rarely longer, but most of them are done within a day or two.”
“Hm…”
“You think it could be that the unsub was, uhm… missing him?” you suggested, searching gaze drifting to Steve from Hotch as you were trying to decipher Steve’s suddenly sharper voice.
Okay, not good. Being in your disgrace was the last thing he wanted or needed right now.
“That’s what I’m thinking, yes. And the first thing they saw was him with a woman, again.”
“So they got a little green,” Natasha hummed, gracing Steve with a sideway glance, eyebrow inconspicuously raised.
Steve stared stubbornly ahead, avoiding her jab. Damn her observation skills.
“That would be my thought, yes.”
“Huh, I don’t even… I would have never thought of that on my own,” you whispered, causing Steve’s heart to stumble in his chest – it startled him to think you already saw through his antics. But your eyes were firmly set on the board until they skimmed over the BAU agents. “I’m really glad you guys are here to help.”
“We’re glad to help,” Reid assured you oh so helpfully, winning another of your smiles; and a look that lingered a bit too long and was a lot warmer that Steve would like. “We miss you in the team.”
Yeah, Steve could fucking bet.
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Just so you know, the chapter title is Turning Green. Go figure 👀🤭 No, it’s not about the Hulk
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Tuesday
TW - I am me.
Last night my daughter started playing old Motown songs. Now I am not sure what prompted the interest in old soul and R&B. But I will take it. Now I really need to find good Motown vinyl.
We had a rough night.
I was watching that PBS show about celebrities getting their ancestry revealed...I can't remember the name, last night before I fell asleep. I then dreamed my family living and dead were all on a bus I was driving and there was a caravan of other vehicles with other distant relatives on it. Quite a literal symbol of heritage and ancestry. We ended up having to stop at a hospital because we needed to commit a couple of the finer examples in the clan to the psych ward.
One time I thought it would be prudent to let a guy hit me when I got challenged to a fight. I figured it would be like the movies, the dude would hit me, i would spit blood and he and his buddy would run away because I was so damn tough. It was not, instead they all just saw that a good punch wasn't enough, so they both jumped in and tried harder. I learned a lesson there...I am still trying to figure out what lesson...But maybe it's that no matter how tough you think you are, the world will just come harder than they would ahve if you cowered...Or something.
I am an avowed atheist. But sometimes I find myself talking to the universe in what can only be called prayer. That's friggin annoying, stop that. But it keeps me from hanging myself from the balcony some days.
When I was a praying man, I once sat in a Cathedral in Guelph, Ontario for 5 or 6 hours praying that the woman who broke my heart would somehow find her way back to me. I mean I prayed hard. A priest would occasionally walk by I think to gauge if I needed priestly guidance or maybe a candle or something. She never did come back, in fact she all but disappeared. I ahve looked online and not found her and I even reached out to sister a long time ago. So stalky I know. But I was a broken dude. I saw her again once. I was dropping off a buddy after work and she was waiting outside his apartment building. Her current guy drove up and picked her up. By then I was married and I realized, it was all just so dumb. God, love and heartbreak. Yet it would take me 20 years to accept it. And when I saw it all for what it was, it was then that I needed it all most. But it was all gone out of me.
I still wonder about her and I hope she's okay. Or if she is not that she finds love and grace and all the good things she would ever want. She deserves them. And I send a sort of psychic apology and remorse for all the stupid things I did.
You know if you mix Greek yogurt and self-rising flour you can easily make Naan bread. Try it. I fucking forget the measurements, but you're smart chickens, you can figure it out.
I'm not a good father. I am a desperate and clueless man who tries to act as a father. And I hope someday my daughter sees this. And forgives me anyway. And I hope she is okay despite me.
I am supposed to be prepping my apartment for the exterminator. But I keep feeling dizzy and bumping into things. So fuck. Duck fuck.
A few years ago, I sat with a shotgun between my knees, facing my head. It was unloaded and uncocked. I just wanted to see if I could. It was a strange feeling, trying to sort out the logistics of firing a backward weapon strong enough to kick itself away and fire into somewhere that would only wound. But I know I could do it. That was the very last time I held a firearm. It felt too easy.
Three months later I fell in love.
Life is a strange trip.
Especially when you're not loved anymore and not particularly liked. A non-playable character in the story of other peoples adventure.
I am no longer worthy of love or redemption. I am the coda of a piece of music that has stopped echoing around the room.
Or maybe I am? Best not to commit to that side of the road till the game is over...you know, just in case.
The Cathedral where my prayers still float in the rafters.
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Watching Con O'Neill's old stuff cause it's fun. Day #? Soldier Soldier S06 EP.09 Asking for it (Con's Conography. 1996)
In future if you want to read all of these posts, I've added the tag 'Con's Conography'. Now they're all in one nice spot!
Warnings for: Sexual assault/rape (committed by Con's character), abuse of power within the military structure, assault, abuse of power, sexist comments(what you would expect from the military).
Should I watch this before reading this? Is it worth it?:
Con plays a military official who abuses his station, sexually assaults a female private under his care, and semi-gets away with it with barely a scuff on the wrist in the end.
It's a really fucking good story about how women are treated in the military. Especially victims of sexual assault. He uses his power to try to get her kicked out. When that fails, he knows they're onto him. Without much evidence, he can't be prosecuted so he asks for a transfer, which he receives. He's not a repeat offender, his first assault happens mid-way through the episode, but he's a fucking jackass who couldn't take no for an answer. They give him internal reasons why he thinks he didn't go too far, and it is very real. If you're still interested, watch it.
Again, cause I went into this fully blind I will be saying whoreish things about Con. If you just look at his costumes, he has some 'hot' ones in this if you don't know what he does. If you look up Soldier Soldier a good chunk of it is people rebloging hot photos/gifs of Con without context.
He did this 1 year after Scarborough Ahoy and basically has a shorter haircut. Still in the 'hot young Con era'. They literally throw him into a pool fully clothed for fucks sake. After the scene happens, my tune changes. I promise. Again, they don't define him as a man with a history of assault, but Con's character is definitely the type to think 'I only fucked up once, I'm still a good person.' just fucking gross.
If it's too much skip around my live reaction and jump to the end for my final thoughts.
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So, military. Should have guessed based on that title. This intro is very 80s for the 90s. If they kill anyone I'll kind of be surprised.
CON! IMMEDIATELY!
Angry swim coach Con, yes.
God, he pulls off military type so well.
"If you've got the energy to smile, go give me a few more laps." HELL YEAH.
God, I know that's his voice, but god it sounds like it hurts.
I hate military types...so much.
This bike tampering is dumb, and dangerous, and is going to get both of them beat up. Also, these men(E-1 privates) 'respect' women more than any vet I've met.
I'd be entertained by that shit. And fucker seems like an ass so might as well give it to him.
Con looks huggable in that jacket. It's a nice soft blue. Love it.
CON IN A HAT! With a little feather.
"I never thought of you as a romantic!" GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. Can he just be evil? Or a douche? Every single fucking project this guy needs to be sad and lonely, wanting a friend/lover. Hurt by a past relationship and just wanting justice in his life. Don't get me wrong, I eat this shit up with a goddamn spoon. But Fucking HELL. EVERY CHARACTER?
HE'S DIVORCED. THAT MEANS HE'S AVAILABLE BABY. "There's only room for one woman in my life, I joined the army, she made a man out of me." I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.
ALSO THAT CARDIGAN, AHHHH. It's obviously cheap military clothes, but god.
CON SMILING BABY!
(The young couple we've been following all episode) They're a cute couple (I say, a military brat that got out before I was 10. They'll fuck, have a kid, and be just as unhappy as anyone else on base. Divorce before their kids fifth birthday. Love that)
OHH I think I've seen clips of this scene!
ROBERT! THEY GAVE HIM THE NAME ROBERT. :) Funny in an Ironic way. He couldn't find a date? If he's a teacher then he probably doesn't leave base often, and a divorce? This man is going to be relationship adverse as fuck.
Also, parental issues be damned, he looks nice in uniform
I love that he got all up in his space, and Robert just looked fucking dead inside. Then he ruined his meal.
Also, please tell me he isn't going to fucking go after a woman in his charge. :). Please. Fucking please. I'm holding on by the edge of my rope, if he takes advantage of his subordinate, I will be pissed.
God, Con's speech around 12:30 sounds like a good ol' time.
BOB. I know it's a shortening of Robert, but Jesus fuck.
Also, this amount of restraint is admirable. He should have gotten screamed at.
We as the audience are probably supposed to think he's an ass. Nah, he didn't humiliate him in front of the other officers, held his ground when he thought he was being made fun of. This is just good leadership. Izzy Hands could fucking learn a thing.
Bitch, he would have already heard about them fucking. The gossip would have been spread by lower-level officers. This 'damn, she got away' thing shouldn't work.
OOooooo sexist Con line. Don't like that.
Small break to talk about a fun real life military thing.
His point about some people getting ahead by passing tests is a real thing many in the military resent. (In the US you go up an E-4 on day 1 if you have a bachelor's degree in anything, to Corprol. Hell, depending on if you were reserves you could go up higher, when most start as E-1). This motivates some to join up even after they could get a job away from the civilian world. If you are poor, you're fucked. Take the long way around and don't get good pay.
Personally I see what Robert is saying here to be the main thing Izzy holds a grudge with Stede over. Stede was able to purchase being a captain where as he had to fight for it. Possibly die for it.
Now, back to this episode. There are bullshit and bigoted reasons behind this belief, not just class-based. It's used to say why women shouldn't serve, etc. Con's a sexist pig here and says these same reasons. It is exactly the reason I never followed in my family's footsteps. In male-dominated fields they will 9 times out of 10 treat you like shit. BACK TO THE SHOW.
Robert, if you fucking assault this woman I will reach into the screen and murder your ass.
Okay, a drunken apology is fun. Jackass trying to get in her pants.
EWWWW.
Forced attempted kiss/assult.
Don't like this. Mam, just scream close to the doors if you feel uncomfortable. Jesus Christ. OH THAT'S FUCKED UP.
Okay, he's forcing himself onto her. Gross.
Also, real-life examples of abuse of military power.
I DON'T CARE IF IT'S EMBARRASSING TO PAY FOR SEX, RAPE ISN'T BETTER YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE
He assaults her here.
Hey, you remember when I didn't want con to be in roles where he wasn't sympathetic. NOT LIKE THIS. This is actually one of the worst things you could have made him do.
BEAT HIS ASS UP. (This is around the 40-minute mark.)
I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF HE'S HIGH RANK, IM SWINGING.
This is where I started skipping around, thus why the rest is so short. It's all too painful and real. He's called into the office to answer for his crimes and bluff.
He threatens her in private, and thinks that he's going to get away with it.
Again, the military is in to protect their ass, but it's good to see the woman investigator standing up for the victim.
OH GOOD, FUCKING KILL HIM (he's almost drowned from the victims boyfriend, but gets stopped).
So, at the end of the day. There's not enough evidence to put him in jail or kick him out. She's left traumatized, and Robert gets away with some glares and very little else.
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Story: 8-9/10. Very real. I was wearing Con tinted glasses, but as a military kid who grew up around this shit, I almost immediately coped with him as the type to assault an officer. Lonely, doesn't get out much and feels like women owe him something. The type.
Con: ?/10 He plays A Fucking Vile piece of shit. The worst of it is you know his character has half a dozen reasons of justification. I was tempted to write out all the ones he says in the show, but no. I've heard it all before when men come onto me, and I tell them I'm gay. 'But you looked at me and smiled?' type shit. He plays the part really fucking well. Skin crawling performance of a 'nice guy'. He just does it so realistically I don't want to say like 3/10 you know?
Characters besides Con: Realistically, and sadly, more men would have sided with Robert. He has the rank, and though not well-liked, he would have been given the benefit of the doubt more than he was in the show. Everyone's performances were realistic and semi-heartwarming with how they believed the E-1. I liked the main couple and I hope they get together in the end. This a good example of why we need high-ranking women in the military.
Editing: Of it's era but non intrusive.
Overall: ?/10. I don't know how to put this one.
Again, if I wasn't ex-military kid/grew up around vets it wouldn't hurt as much. They sell you a dream when you grow up thinking the military does no wrong. How successful your male family members are and how they are heroes. But as a little girl, I quickly saw just how fucking dangerous to live up to these expectations was as an woman. On and off the field. If the purpose in this was to reassure the public that female victims would be believed, then it kind of works as propaganda.
This show fully explores it in a military with less rigor than the one I'm used to seeing. Still the same sexism bullshit regardless of where you are.
Don't worry, I'm watching a Val (BBC Uncle) mega cut after this to soothe my head.
I'd love to hear if anyone else has watched this, and your thoughts on it!
Have a lovely day.
thanks to @ivegotnonameidea for the list :)
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