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luvsturniolo · 5 months

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ー ★ !! STRANGER

pairing : matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis : having been dared to kiss a random stranger, you're the first person matt choses to approach

a/n : guys ive been needing to write another fic so badly that i got this prompt off of pinterest and i'm completely winging it (this is a cry for help. pls send reqs bc i'm running low atm.)

i hate how this is written & this is prob the worst thing i've done on this app but i need to post something so ur gonna read it anyway !

wc : 2.5k

nick, matt, chris, nate, and madi are currently on an expidition to the mall. they hardly ever hang out as a complete group, so everyones moods are sky rocketed from the simple fact of them all being together. it honestly doesn't matter what they're buying or where they are. they'll all have smiles on their faces regardless.

"i'm surprised nick isn't trying to record a video right now." chris says as the group enters a random clothing store. "it's one of the very few times we're all together and everyone is in good moods. nick would normally take advantage of that."

"just say you want to record and move on." matt grumbles, walking over to one of the racks to flip through the t-shirts on display.

"i don't want to record! i was saying nick probably would!" chris tries to defend himself, earning weird looks from everyone due to this very clearly being a lie. chris lets out a sigh when he realizes that nobody is believing him. "whatever. i'm just saying that i don't think we should waste the opportunity to make good content. the fans love nate and madi."

"woww," madi says sarcastically, feigning offence, "you're just using us for content?"

"oh, shut up." chris replies, dramatically rolling his eyes at her teasing. madi giggles and takes a sip from the cup of lemonade she got from lunch earlier today at the food court. everyone else already finished their drinks, she's the only one with anything leftover from the meal.

"i didn't bring the camera anyway." nick says with a careless shrug, causing chris's jaw to drop with shock. "i wanted this hangout to be authentic. just everyone laughing and smiling together as a group. no cameras. no new friends. just us."

"since when did you ever leave the house without your camera?" chris asks him with his jaw still hung loose on its hinges. "it's practically glued to your bag at all times."

matt finds himself zoning out of the conversation as he looks around at the clothes. their argument about recording is only relevant to him if they decide that they are going to record. otherwise, it's unimportant and frankly quite boring. and now that nick admitted that he didn't even bring the camera, the conversation is no longer of interest to him.

they continue to stay near the front of the store, nick and chris arguing about the camera predicament while nate and madi laugh at them from the sidelines. but matt strays away from the group. he has about eighty bucks he brought with the intent on spending it all today. well, at least half of it or more. so he begins to get distracted with the task of finding new clothes to add to his wardrobe.

he made a mental note before leaving the house that he wants more hoodies since the weather is started to get colder. knowing this, he wanders over to the back of the store. he's been here enough to know that there's a rack of jackets and long-sleeved shirts in the right corner beside the employee exit door.

matt flips through the clothing. he wants more bright colors in his closet. most of his hoodies are black or dark grey. nick said that his wardrobe looks like a funeral home and he needs something more lively. but nothing here seems to catch his eye.

"need help finding anything?" a random female voice asks him. he turns to face the sound and sees a worker standing to his left. you. and lets just say you definitely catch his eye — unlike any of the clothes you're selling. he likes the style of your hair, the color of your eyes, the shape of your face, the bridge of your nose, all of it.

damn! matt's never been this whipped for a random stranger. it's normal for him to find random girls attractive in public, but something about you is making him unable to take his eyes away yours.

"okay? i'll take that as a no." you say before turning on your heel and leaving. as soon as you walk away, matt feels the urge to call out and stop you, but he doesn't know your name. he was too busy admiring you to read the tag on your uniform.

he lets out a sigh before walking back across the store and rejoining the group, his mood now soured completely. when he walks up to his brothers, nick turns around with a camera in his hand, recording.

"what the hell?" matt says. "i thought you didn't bring it."

"he lied so he didn't have to film." chris says with an eye roll. "but i didn't believe him. so i dug through his backpack and guess what! i found it sitting on the very top, fully charged."

matt just nods, not having anything to say to that. plus, now that he's in a bad mood it's be best to stay away from the camera so his bitchiness doesn't ruin the video. he feels guilty for being like this while everyone else has such high spirits, but he can't help it. he embarassed himself in front of the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. there's no coming back from that.

the group exits the store and they begin to wander around. they're looking for a sunglasses store for nate so he can buy a new pair seeing as he broke his last ones while leaning out of the window of the van. the slipped off of his face — never to be seen again. but nate claims he needed new glasses anyway due to how old and scathed those ones were.

"you okay?" nate asks. the fact that he noticed matt's fatigue takes him by surprise. matt wants to continue sulking in his soured mood, but when he looks at nate's genuine worried expression, he can't help but confide in his friend about the events from earlier.

matt tells him about how he was looking for a jacket when you approached him. you came up so casually as though it meant nothing to you, when it meant everything to him. matt describes you, accentuating your beauty to paint the picture as well as possible. he tells nate that he feels like he's being dramatic, but he can't help it. i mean, you're a complete stranger whose name he doesn't even know. and yet he can't take his mind off of your guys's short interaction.

"i wish i had some wise words of advice for you, but i don't." nate says. "but judging just by the way you talk about her, you need to get her number or something. i've literally never heard you talk about a girl like that. you're fuckin' whipped, man."

"i agree." matt says. "but how the hell am i supposed to get her number when she's a literal stranger? i don't know anything about her."

"you know where she works." nate points out.

matt thinks about this for a moment before deciding that nate's right. he knows where you work and that's more than knowing nothing. someones job says a lot about them — how much money they make, what means a lot to them, etc. i mean, he's not the type of guy who gives a shit about your income, but if he wanted to know something about you, he could easily find out a lot.

"lets buy your sunglasses." matt says, confidence slowly overtaking him now that he doesn't feel like this whole thing is hopeless. "then, we can all go get a snack at the food court so i have some motivation to go talk to her."

nate agrees and hurries to catch up with the rest of the group. matt does the same, rejoining everyone now that his mood is boosted once again. they go to the glasses store and nate picks out a pair that he likes. the whole time, matt is back to normal. everyone notices the shift in his demeanor, but they decide not to point it out.

after nate purchases the glasses he chose, matt tells nick that he's hungry. madi agrees with matt, saying she could eat something seeing as it's been a few hours since they had lunch. not thinking much of it, nick agrees to go to the food court.

"fuck." chris says, sitting in the plastic chair beside matt. "i didn't know they had mozzarella sticks! if i'd known that, i would've gotten them too!"

matt just shrugs, eating another bite with a smug look on his face. chris shoots him a glare and scoffs, turning back to his cheesy fries with a frown. just as chris is about to insult matt, nick and madi come over to the table with their food. nick is still carrying the camera around, filming everything for their next blog. most of what he's filming will be edited out, but he's still taking the footage just in case.

as they all begin eating their food, nate — who had been using the bathroom for the past few minutes — comes back with a slushy and a small grin. he sits on the other side of matt with a weird look on his face. matt gives him a strange look and nate just giggles and looks away.

"i'm bored guys." nate says. "we should play truth or dare."

"okay." chris agrees easily. but nick shakes his head, not thinking this is a good idea. but chris insists. "c'mon, it'll be good content. plus we're not gonna do any stupid dares that will get us in trouble or anything."

when matt and madi take chris's side, nick has no choice but to give in play the game. his only condition is that he gets to ask chris first, and he has to pick dare. chris agrees to his terms.

"i dare you to say yes to everything i ask for the rest of the day." nick tells him with a sarcastic smile. chris rolls his eyes, but has no choice but to do as he says.

"can i go next?" nate asks excitedly. it's supposed to be chris's turn next since he was the one who did the dare, but nick answers dow him. he nods, letting nate go ahead. and chris can't argue since he has to say yes to whatever nick wants. nate grins widely and continues. "matt, truth or dare."

"dare." matt says without hesitation.

"i dare you to kiss a random stranger." nate tells him with a grin. "they have to be in the food court, though."

"what the fuck type of dare is that?" nick shouts. "we're not bringing random stranger into this! plus, isn't that against some kind of law? kissing random people can't be fucking legal."

matt is about to agree with nick, saying it's a horrible idea. but he notices nate flicking his eyes back and forth between matt and someone over his shoulder, gesturing for him to look at them. matt turns around and follows nate's gaze to find you sitting alone at a table. you're wearing your work clothes, sipping on a smoothie while scrolling through your phone.

matt changes his mind in an instant. "it's my dare, nick, not yours. so fuck off and play the game like everyone else."

with that, matt stands up from his seat, causing the legs to scrape against the tiled floor beneath it. he awkwardly approaches you with a giddy smile. god, he feels like an idiot. he feels like he went back in time to when he was a child, getting nervous to talk to literally any girl on the playground.

he stands in front of your table and clears his throat to get your attention. you look up at him and raise a brow in confusion. "mind if i sit down?" he asks, pointing to the chair beside you.

"go ahead." you tell him. you're still confused about who this guy is as he sits down at your table. he's attractive and seems sweet, but who is- oh. as he runs a can through his hair, you remember who he is. "you're the guy from the store. you were the one who stared at me instead of answering."

matt feels his cheeks heat with embarrassment. that's not the first impression he wanted to make. but at least you remember him! it's better than you not knowing who he was at all.

plus, you're not talking to him in a weird way. you're smiling as though you find his awkwardness amusing rather than strange — which it is.

"that's me." he says. matt glances over his shoulder at his friends only to see that they're all staring at you guys intently. chris waves him on, urging him to hurry the hell up.

"they're nosy." you say with a laugh. "i'm assuming they're your friends. otherwise, i'd be extremely creeped out."

"uh, yeah." matt says, looking away from chris to refocus on you. fuck. every time he looks at you, he's taken aback by your beauty. like time seems to slow when you guys make eye contact. "listen, they sent me over here as a dare. i'm supposed to kiss you."

you laugh at him for a second. but then you realize he's not kidding. he's being serious. "god, take me on a date first." you tell him sarcastically. matt laughs, but is still pretty serious about the dare. you feel weird agreeing to kiss a stranger, but it'd be even weirder if you were to say no.

not to mention, the boy beside of you is insanely attractive. it wouldn't be such a bad thing to kiss something this hot. "i'll let you kiss me if you agree to give me your number afterward." you tell him.

"i would have asked for it anyway." matt says with a teasing smile. knowing you have an interest in him as well gave matt a boost in confidence. and you honestly think that his confidence makes him even more attractive.

he leans forward and you do the same. you were expecting a small smooch the way little kids kiss at recess, but this guy went all in. he places one hand on the back of your head to tangle through your hair while the other hand cupped your cheek. the kiss was passionate and needy. and you fucking loved it.

when he broke it to catch his breath, you felt deprived of something more. you were practically craving this guy you met only a few minutes ago.

matt smirked at you before you guys exchanged numbers. you were still distracted by the fact that you guys nearly made out in the middle of the food court to process what was going on. as your confidence left, his was refilled.

"i'll come back to your shop before i leave the mall." matt says. "maybe next time i'll actually catch your name before we make out in the storage room."

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synnamonroll666 · 8 months

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An Arousing Tail

Prompt 3: Intercrural Sex/Thigh Riding (With A Twist) Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: After finding out that Syzoth has a rather interesting kink, he asks you to help fulfill his desire. Of course, you agree. Because after all, how could you deny your man of what he wants so badly?... Warnings: Tail Riding, Extremely Shy And Embarrassed Syzoth, Awkward Confessions, Masturbation, Mutual Orgasms... Word Count: 1.4k A/N: This is hands down the most interesting smut fic I have ever written. 😂 I hope you all enjoy it! 💚 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri.

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There I laid in my bed—with my lover on top of me—lips connected in a passionate kiss. We had been going at it for hours, just savoring and enjoying the taste of each other before we got to the main course. That was our thing: we could make a moment last for so long—we were just special like that.

I was so wrapped up in the moment that I did not realize that Syzoth had accidentally let his tail slip from his human disguise again. It was something he did on instinct every once in a while. If he was enjoying something enough, his tail would have to break free so it could sway back and forth with enjoyment. And due to being so caught up in our kisses, I didn't even clue in when my hand found purchase on his tail and began stroking its smooth scales.

As soon as my hand began to pet him, he let out a soft moan into my mouth and quickly pulled back and turned away as he blushed bright green with embarrassment.

"I-I am sorry, my love..." He stammered awkwardly as he lowered his head so he would feel a little more protected from my intense gaze. "I could not help it..."

"No, I'm sorry." I sighed heavily, feeling pretty bad for making him so uncomfortable. "I didn't realize that I did it; I shouldn't have without your consent."

A moment of silence fell between us, and Syzoth still refused to look me in the eye—or move, for that matter. I couldn't help but let the guilt eat away at me, since I never wanted to push past his comfort zone. I wanted to speak apology after apology for doing so, but I knew what Syzoth would say; he would just tell me that it wasn't my fault and that we should probably go to bed.

But I did have one thing that lingered in my mind, and after a couple minutes of hesitation, I decided to break the silence once again with a question that I knew would be hard for him to answer. But as his lover, I just had to know for sure.

"Is it really that pleasurable for you?" I asked shyly, and the man instantly froze for a moment before finally lifting his head to look up at me with shameful eyes. "That's ok, Syzoth. I understand." I assured him with a softness in my tone and a kind smile, hoping he would let his finally gaurd down and just be his full self with me.

Syzoth was a pretty shy and not very confident person. Even though we had seen each other naked many times now, he would still become backwards with a few subjects, which made discussing our wants and desires quite difficult at times. But the way his eyes lightly studied me for a moment with a hint of curiosity and nervousness in them told me that I would get what I wished for soon enough.

"(Y/N)... Could I ask something of you?" He asked almost reluctantly while averting his gaze down again, only this time at his now twitching tail.

"Anything, Syzoth." I assured him while placing my hand upon his to give him any bit of encouragement I possibly could with my words.

"Would you..." He paused mid-sentence, his words getting cut off by a look of uncertainty.

"Tell me,"

With a light squeeze of my hand over his, he glanced down at where we were conjoined. It was clear that the man was struggling with this but knew that he would not be relieved of this stress until it was off his chest. After letting out a deep breath for courage, he finally let me in on something I never knew he wanted: "Would you ride my tail?"

"What?" I blurted out as I cocked my head, slightly confused by his request.

He peered back up at me, and I quickly took notice of how his appearance had changed; his pupils were dilated to the point where his green irises were nearly non-existent, his tanned skin was now flushed and covered in a thin layer of sweat, the veins in his arms were bulging—especially more with each flex of his large muscles—and I could literally see that his pulses were fluttering faster than the wings of a hummingbird. It was then that it occurred to me that this wasn't just anything, but a deeply desired kink.

"Please!" He whined in a needy tone that I hadn't heard from him before.

His desire for such a thing surprised me, but who was I to judge? Who was I to deny my love of the pleasures he craved? Smiling up at my man lovingly, I gently placed a hand on his chest before pushing him off of me and back onto the bed.

I was quick to remove my clothes and Syzoth's as well, and I wasted no time climbing up on the bed once again to lower myself on the base of his tail. Syzoth let out a strained whine as my heat met his scales and I instantly felt how each thick vein would pulsate against my touch, clearly craving more of my warmth.

I firmly gripped my love's shoulders and began rolling my hips against him slowly, watching his facial expression change to one of awe as he melted below me. I was surprised by how smooth the scales on the underside of his tale were. It was almost like brushing myself against some sort of soft, cool leather—it was perfect to get off on.

I let my head roll back onto my shoulders as heat built up in my core. I was genuinely shocked by how sensitive I felt at the time, but I wasn't complaining. The hunger I felt from his arousal only made me crave more and when his hands went to my hips, I knew we were both done for.

He squeezed me hard in his grip as his tail began wiggling and moving in a slither-like motion, forcing a cry from my throat as it sent just the right kind of friction through my throbbing mound. Now soaked with my slick, his scales grew slippery but not enough for me to lose my pace. His hands helped guide me in my journey to ecstasy, but I knew exactly what I wanted and how to get it.

Watching how his head lolled back in pleasure—how his eyes fluttered half shut and his jaw fell slack as he released a weak, strained moan—I could barely hang on from the beautiful image before me alone. But the way his tail brushed against me like a match—setting off a flame within my core that threatened to explode at any second—I couldn't hold myself back any longer.

As I finally let myself give into the temptation of my climax, I began picking up speed and moving my hips at an extremely fast rate, hungry for that release I so desperately needed. I was so wrapped up in my own cloud of pleasure that I did not even realize that Syzoth had his hand firmly clasped around his trobbing cock, fucking it into his fist as he watched me with desperate tears in his eyes.

Finally—like a match to gasoline is meant to explode—that coil snapped within me and my climax tore through my body. I cried out as I rode through my orgasm on his trembling tail, and I almost missed the way his length shot thick ropes of his hot seed all over his stomach and mine—I almost missed the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his mouth fell agape while he came undone beneath me—but I was lucky enough to just barely catch the full show.

After my high eventually faded, I couldn't hold myself up any longer and collapsed onto his broad chest. And in a moment of my post-orgasm daze, I felt his arms slowly snake around my trembling frame to encase me within a warm embrace.

Between the way our body heat collided, how he gently caressed my back to soothe my exhaustion, his hot cum—which was now sandwiched between us—heating my stomach and his tail lightly twitching between my thighs to give me the perfect amount of overstimulation, I felt as if I were on cloud nine. And so I closed my eyes, hoping that I would wake up the exact same way the next morning and many after as well.

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fatuismooches · 8 months

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its your boy. the one and only 😈

i bring—surprise surprise! fluff.

recently i've been really obsessing at the idea of akademiya zandik actually having someone to look up to!! like his senior 🥺 someone who approves of his research and is actively critiquing him as an equal, commenting about his papers how he expected his peers would back then,, and i can just imagine a head over heels zandik trailing where ever you went,, because you have the sweetest smile and he feels so happy just being your side. and you seem happy having him close to you even though he's not talkin and just reading or writing. you tell him stuff he didn't know and he's in awe on how smart you are.,, you're not like those narrow-minded scholars in the akademiya, thats why you're far more famous in the akademiya,, like oh, your darshan's sage has their eyes on you??? everyone asks for your opinion or be in your expiditions???

and he feels sooo special when u refuse others because, well, zandik was first to get your attention so now he's going on an expedition with you. alone! and ahhh he LOOOVEESS when you defend him against others scholars whenever they comment on him badly.,, like zandik offers a solution that wasn't even inhumane but people still look at him in disgust because how dare he suggest even a thing when he's the freak of akademiya and you step up, agreeing with him and passive aggressively calling out others with a tense smile...

idk i really wanna give zandik someone who he could look up to n make him feel somewhat normal about his ideas 😭😭😭😭

OH MY. OH MY MYMYMY EUDEWWD i am actually eating this up so much... Zandik falling in love with his senior will be occupying my mind forever now thanks. Even better when you're a well-respected member of the Akademiya, everyone expects you to condemn and criticize the actions of Zandik. And he doesn't expect anything else from you at first, he thought you were just like the rest of them. But nope! Unlike the rest of your fellow scholars, instead of dismissing his work with barely a passing glance, you sat down and read it. You annotated it. You highlighted bits you agreed with, disagreed with, questions, parts that needed further clarification. All handed back to him with a smile on your face and a pat on his back, as you walked away happily.

Zandik's stunned and is already a bit head over heels.

All the other scholars are now blowing up at you. Someone like you shouldn't be doing this! He goes against what the Akademiya stands for! Why are you entertaining him! He and his ideas are freakish! You're going to regret it in the end! All you hear is a bunch of whining and crying. Sure, his ideas aren't quite normal, but perhaps the Akademiya needs to reconsider their standards! Maybe that's why nothing good ever comes out of the school besides scholars with a whole lot of ego with nothing to show for it! Your blatant defense of him has both your fellow classmates and Zandik shocked and quiet. Although Zandik was oddly touched by your attention to his work, he wasn't quite sure if you could be trusted or not, after all, he was used to people shitting on him all the time, but this declaration to the whole of the Akademiya just solidifies the beginning of his obsession with you.

Suddenly he has copies of every single academic paper you've ever written, thoroughly studying them and learning about your research and interests too. He realizes not only are you so incredibly intelligent, but you're open-minded to many things. The best possible combination. It's only this one time he slightly curses himself for not paying more attention to the Akademiya's affairs, because how did he miss how much even the sages like you and how people are begging you to reread their essays or tutor them? And then... it starts to go past that. He wants to know everything about you. Zandik wants to know what makes you smile, tick, what you do in your free time... do you have more things in common than he thought? No, no of course he's not trying to be your friend! He's merely interested. Curious.

Zandik's so strangely into you. Instead of locking himself up in his room all day, he finds himself coming out to find you, which he does rather quickly with how much people are crowding you with questions. But as soon as you spot him, you brighten up and break away from them, making him stiffen from all the eyes on him now. Though you merely drag him away from there and he lets you!! And you take him out to... lunch? With desert too? For such a genius, you are so... weird sometimes. You're the one chatting away and gossiping and dumping about so many things that aren't important at all while he's just nodding... but he likes it.

DUDE Zandik feels on top of the world whenever you ignore others for him 😭😭❤️🥺 Like he just gets this shit-eating grin on his face as he sneers at the other person. Hah, did they really think they were worthy of your attention? Your brilliance? These idiots don't deserve your brain much less your kindness. He still thinks you entertain them too much, your intelligence should be spent on far more important things. AND UGHH YESS <33 Being his #1 defender <33 He genuinely loves you so much for that, going out of your way to defend someone like him that everyone hates so much. He knows that no matter what you say people won't change but... it's nice.

You two going on expeditions alone... yes the work gets done obviously, you two are smart enough to get it done easily... but it drags on far longer than initially planned because you keep kissing Zandik when he starts talking all smartly, and when he gets a super cute concentrated look on his face... and then he yells at you for wasting time... and you kiss him again because he's cute when he's mad... yea the expeditions are totally productive! 🤭 I just think Zandik deserves to feel special and flustered. Bby needs some positive attention on him for once.

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #dottore love notes <3 #omfg... this is such a good concept #he really just needs someone like this #u think this reader could possibly prevent his descent into madness...#probably not but teehee

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kennyieeee · 21 days

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HI THERE may i rq muu x fem!reader ?? if its alr w pronouns they them but referred to w fem words iykwim ,,, t2 milgram setting if thats ok but besides that go WILD

Unconditional Favors

Kusunoki Muu x Fem! Reader

(ft. Es and Haruka)

(Kenny: idk if you don't want a yandere one but this is lowkey a yandere blog so I played it safe with a soft yandere, do tell me if you want one without that, maybe I'll make another one. This is my first request please go easy on me,😭😭🙏)

Info/TWs: story/oneshot type, fem!reader with they/them pronouns, romantic pairing, trial 2 muu, kind of an enemies to lovers(???), fluff later on, mentions of suicide(Haruka), jealousy, forced affection, soft yandere(nothing crazy tho), analyzing for muu and her views, stuff might be inaccurate idk do tell me tho, grammar mistakes, written in 3rd person perspective

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: [Name] informed Es about what they think about Muu and how screwed her way of connecting with people, so they decided to try and help her understand that not all attention and attachment needs to be conditional, but they just can't get her off their shoulders. (wc: around 1,554)

The interrogation consisted of [Name] at first, until it diverted to the other prisoners, mainly now being Muu who kept following them around. Es seems to be curious about what it was about.

They sat laid back in the cold air of the interrogation room, Es observes them intently.

"To be quite honest, I pity Muu." [Name] boredly states across the table, Es nods and takes a mental note about what they said.

"Why is that?" Es interogates to them.

"I worry about the relationship she has with Haruka, didn't he say so himself? He'd do seppuku just because she gave her some accessories, that's too quite far-fetched isn't it?" [Name] sighs. "But then again, the motherly care she gives him has its own sentimental value too, I'm not in a position to say what values his life or not. Wouldn't you say the opposite? Warden-san."

"Not really, it's not that different from what I thought, but what about you? Do you really think that his life has the same value as Muu's care?"

"Mhm, nope." [Name] pops the P and rolls their eyes. Without a care, they spin the marker that was supposed to be used to write the interrogation questions later. "I always knew there was something wrong and messed up about Muu's way of thinking in somehow and someway, from her attitude and her honey-laced voice, nothing good ever comes up with that kind of person."

"You seem to talk so badly of her, even though she likes you." Es states.

"Come on now, I'm not that much of a trash talker." They defend, raising their hands.

"Like I said, 'I pity her', didn't I? A honey-laced voice can still be sweet, it's just that I'm worried about Haruka much more, I genuinely think that her maternal care for him could just be unconditional, you know? That doesn't really give you the right to vote her guilty, at the end of the day, she's just a teenager with mentally ill ways. She genuinely thinks that all relationships should be conditional, a favor has to be exchanged with one another, it might've been from the pampering she got in a wealthy childhood that she has that mindset, most of the prisoners here shouldn't be in prison, to be honest, they just need therapy. Muu, too, can grow up out of her ways." Es blinks at [Name]'s wall of words.

"Who said I voted her guilty? Anyways, Muu seems to like you a lot, why is that?" Es scoffs, unfazed by the onslaught of their words, and dutifully continues to interrogate.

"Oh... Yeah, I did her some favors. I didn't realize that it bothered her that much, I just want her to realize that not all favors need to be conditional."

"I see." Es nods. "What are those favors then."

"I don't know, the same treatment she does to Haruka, probably, or maybe Haruka's loyal treatment to her, but not too much, I didn't ask for anything in return, did it really bother her that much?"

"I see... Are you doing that because you want her to realize that Haruka's attachment to her is...wrong?"

"Wowie, you know me so well." [Name] nonchalantly replies. "But it had its cons, she keeps following me around to make up for those favors, it doesn't really bother her that much." A loud bell rang, indicating that the time was nearing.

"You know, why do you always observe Muu? Do you like her?"

"That's because— Wait, no I don't!"

"Yeah, sure." Es rolls their eyes.

"Worry and likeness are totally different things, I'm sure you understand what I mean by that—" [Name] rambled and they were about to go on and on until Es stopped them. How defensive.

"Alright, enough. We've chatted for so long."

"It's the time, huh?" [Name] says as Es stands up and gets into their position to speak. "I got voted innocent the first time, what'd you think about this time? Would the verdict would be different?"

"I'll let you know after I'm done."

"Alright, be sure to analyze me the best you can, okay?"

"Prisoner no. 11, [Name], sing your sins!"

—@—

Right after [Name] got out of the interrogation room, they saw the sight of a half-French girl tackling them eagerly.

"How did the interrogation go?" Muu clings on to them like a koala.

"I-It went well..." [Name] replies, taken aback.

"Really?? Did Warden-san threaten to vote you guilty? Just tell me and I'll knock— I mean, talk some sense into them, Haruka will help too. I think we should be friends. Ah, we three can hang out together, that would be nice right?" Muu hums and requests, eager to get the favors [Name] gave to her off her shoulders.

"Ah, no, I'm quite good, thanks for asking, I don't need any friends here either, thanks." [Name] passes and Muu huffs in annoyance.

"Muu's really sad you know, it's really unfair that you help me much but you don't let me be your friend..." She pouts.

"Well, Muu, I don't really think you need to be friends with someone to help them at all..." [Name] explains, leaving Muu to go through her last resort of paying back. To force her affection.

"Ah, I know, let's go dress you up, that messy get-up is no good after all!" She caught [Name]'s wrist with her hands and took her on the way to the warehouse that contained the newly added accessories for the prisoners, just when the first trial ended.

"Uh..." [Name] didn't have the time to protest as Muu dragged them along the corridor.

—@—

"This suits you!" Muu places a bow as a finale to her styling [Name]'s hair.

"Uhm... I think that this is a little too girlish for my liking..." The amount of thought Muu had put on the hairstyle was groundbreakingly immaculate.

"But I think you look cute." Muu smiled and [Name] couldn't help but blink in surprise, moments later, they found themselves feeling their cheeks heat up.

"It's a problem that you're too blunt." [Name] sighs at her antics.

"What?? Are you being shy?" Muu teases, and it doesn't help their flustered state. She giggles at their misery.

She's doing exactly what she did with Haruka, perhaps physical things are her way of paying back to [Name] and doing a favor for others in return. It doesn't help that she's good at it too.

"Why don't we move on with your clothes?" She smiles sweetly and eagerly moves on to the additional accessories for the prisoner's clothes, there is only so much that the prisoners can change.

Muu was grinning all the while. [Name] can't help but be reminded how much of a two-faced she can be. Is this fake? Is this real? [Name] would just have to dig a little more deeper. They knew her so well, but at the same time, they didn't.

"Hey," [Name] calls out to her with a bit of seriousness.

"Hmm?" Muu replies, still shuffling through the wardrobe.

"Why were you just calm about Haruka threatening to kill himself?"

"..." She stops shuffling through the supplies, her back is faced [Name], and they had no idea what expression they were making.

[Name] had a bad feeling.

"Why? Because he's my friend, and I actually love how he's backing me up." She replies with a chirpy voice as if it was no big deal.

It is a big deal.

"There's really nothing wrong with how he's trying to help me, I don't know why you all are so keen on telling me that these things are wrong, it's normal."

"It's not." [Name] cut her off.

"It is." Muu turns around to face them. "He's doing it by himself, why is it my fault?"

"When have I ever said it your fault? I'm just asking you why you're so normal about it."

"Because it's normal!" Muu's face was distraught.

"Would you tell people that you'd kill yourself for them? That won't sound so normal now, would it?" [Name] said, putting Muu on Haruka's shoes, in an attempt to reach her.

"Why are we talking about him!? It's just us two together, why do you need to mention other people!" She stomped her foot on the floor.

"Please... Can we just focus on ourselves? Muu doesn't like to fight... Aren't we friends?" She pleaded. [Name] sighed.

"But we're not friends, in the end, you're just doing this to repay all my favors, am I right?"

"Why are you so mean... Muu is just doing this because she likes you." She whines and [Name] winced.

[Name] felt a twinge of guilt, she's being genuine.

"Alright, I'm sorry." [Name] felt like they were trying to comfort a crying child.

[Name] was no therapist, but they tried to make her understand that affection isn't conditional, they could only hope that one day it would work.

—@—

Muu repays the favor.

[Name] looks at the mirror and sees themself, with a whole makeover by Muu, they look like a completely different person. Looking even more beautiful than before.

"Pretty girl." Muu's lips turn into a wide smile and she sneakily puts a little kiss on your cheek. [Name] felt their face turn blazing hot.

"T-T-This does not mean that we are friends!"

"Oh, do you want to be girlfriends then!?"

"WHAT!?"

#soft yandere #soft yandere x reader #milgram x reader #milgram #milgram muu #milgram kusunoki muu #kusunoki muu #muu kusunoki #muu x reader #yandere milgram x reader #yandere milgram #kusunoki muu x reader #mu kusunoki #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #milgram 04 #milgram prisoner 04 #yandere fic

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derekscorner · 22 days

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Ghost of Ramblings: Dad of Boi

Started a New game plus Recently

I have been playing God of War from Ascension in chronological order over the past few months and I've finally made my way back to GoW 2018 and it's new game plus.

It's been a hot minute since I played the NG+ and it took even more minutes to adjust to it's combat after playing Classic GoW for so long. I got hooked on Ghost of Sparda and GoW3 for quite a while.

The whole while I was just taking in how beautiful the whole game is. Remembering the story beats or how this one game got me into the whole series. My god slayer journey began here with Dad of Boi.

I was reminded of how good its story truly is. How tightly written and delivered it's dialogue is. The nuances of Kratos hit harder too since I have played classic GoW this time unlike my first time playing Dad of Boi.

Back then all I had was curious youtube and wiki searches to get a grasp of Kratos' world. It's hard to explain but it truly does feel different if you play GoW 2018 after playing, at minimum, GoW 1, 2 and 3.

Hell, I'd even argue that GoW 2018 will hit different after plaything through it's own sequel Ragnarok. I know Ragnarok has some harsh critics, I'm not one of them, but it is hard to deny that it's predecessor is just written better.

Every little story in the boat, every little dialogue when exploring, the whole adventure is a bonding and learning moment for Atreus and Kratos. Every scene with Odin's kin, the parallel to Freya and Baldur in particular, shows what Kratos is trying to avoid.

A pacing and blend so well done that I'd call it a lightning in the bottle moment.

I love this scene ^^^^

Nothing in this world is perfect mind you but it's hard to talk about GoW 2018 and not praise its story.

Of course, Ragnarok is still an improvement in gameplay overall. I had grown too addicted to the customization options for appearance. The very fact that I can unlock and play young Kratos in Ragnarok is amazing to me.

It does make me wonder what went wrong in the story department of Ragnarok though. As I said, I'm no harsh critic of Ragnarok but I can't deny it has pacing issues.

Thankfully they added scene skip so even the Atreus segments can be skimmed on repeat playthroughs. They didn't bother me on the first run but I can only handle so many two hour stretches of Atreus wandering Ironwood.

I've always heard rumors that it's because they chose to make the Norse story a duology which I could believe. Ragnarok feels like it needed to be the third game not the second one.

The whole personality shift of Freya truly does feel rushed. As beautiful as that scene is when she lets go it needed more time to be truly believable.

I also think it would've made her conflicted feelings more conceivable if she had witnessed Kratos' memories in some magical mumbo jumbo way. It's hard to imagine he's talk so freely about his family yet I also think it's crucial for Freya to shift the focus of her rage after hearing about Calliope.

Kratos did do her wrong while trying to do something right but I think that would only get through to Freya if she saw that moment. Kratos was by no means a good person but his love for his family was real and it drove him to a madness that ended a pantheon.

Kratos is easily the only man there that understands her feelings.

I glitched the blades in these scenes somehow

But even this is a minor complaint. I do not consider the narrative of Ragnarok worth some harshness I see it get. It's badly paced to be sure but it's not offensive.

If anything, I hope they learn from it for their new projects. I have next to no interest in Atreus since he genuinely is annoying in Ragnarok but I wouldn't mind giving him a shot in a spin off if they learn from it.

Or, ya know, send him to Greece. I do not care how annoying the boy of war is. I would pay them money to see him walk through Greece and see the monster that his father was.

I'd even give them my respect if Atreus realized just how hard Kratos worked to channel his bottomless rage into a weapon to use. I know many fans hate how weak Kratos seems to be now and I personally find the "holding back" excuse weak on the devs part.

So I relate a bit. I do not fully agree since I began the series with 2018 so my opinion is forever biased on such topics.

I have no real point to make with this post by the way. I am just gushing about a game I like and rambling about the contrast it has to it's own sequel or predecessors.

The whole of my praise is also limited to GoW 2018's narrative. In terms of world building or story consistency I could rip the God of War series apart.

The classic games weren't exactly consistent with some things like the potential paradox of using Fates threads, Kratos losing that time travel power in 3 despite using it moments prior in 2's ending, or the whole ambiguity of his godhood. (I wont even get into the last minute hope thing in 3)

It's not a mess like I'd rant about with Kingdom Hearts or Bleach. Sure, there are some details in a novelization or two, a comic story here or there, but it's nothing you need to know.

Kratos even references a novel detail in Ragnarok. When asked why he doesn't just throw his blades away Kratos will retort with an annoyed statement that he "tried".

Step into the light Boy

That doesn't confirm a novel as 100% valid but it does show subtly that the blades follow him against his will.

My own personal take on Kratos' continued godhood is also a curse. He's got to live as what he despises most until something powerful enough finally kills him in a way where he won't burst out of Hel's gates.

That's a tangent all its own I think. I just felt like rambling a bit, there's even a lot I left out. Like the pure pointlessness of a lock-on in either game due to how often the enemies dart around and break the targeting.

I wonder what many of you think about 2018 now that Valhalla has come and gone. Ragnarok may have been hit or miss for many but Valhalla is nearly as good as 2018 I feel.

Though, not having young Kratos speak with his original voice actor in that one scene felt like a missed opportunity imo.

Oh well, I'm done now. Bye~

#ghost of ramblings #god of war 2018 #god of war #gow ragnarok #kratos

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Forgive me, Father, for I cannot help but admire the Chosen of your sworn foe: Enver Gortash's genius will take us far, but fear not - those of Bane always fall to the same folly: they cannot see the beauty of obliteration. The Absolute hoax will garner false love from new slaves, but once I've built a large enough army, I will use our hold upon the Absolute's slaves to begin this vile world's end. I can see the path through Gortash's brilliant plan. Gortash, Ketheric and I will seize the Netherese relics that control the Crown, and then use the Crown to command the illithid Grand Design. The Dead Three, age-old foes, our dire patrons, will be bosom friends for a time. Father, you created me to be the last soul alive. When the time is right, and my power is assured, I will slaughter Gortash and Ketheric upon your altar, where I myself hope to die when the world itself is gasping its last. At the end of this all, Father, there will not be a single creature living. Everyone will die. Everyone will die for YOU. I will make you proud. [Note appended at the bottom of the page in a different hand] Ha! Orin was right about her sibling. - Balth.

First off: so this whole plan is a deal between the Dead Three? I knew Ketheric had ties to Myrkul and the Bhaalists' affiliation is right there in the name, but I didn't realize Gortash served Bane. That's interesting. Also incredibly concerning, I am very worried about whatever's got these three working together, it can't be good for life in Faerûn. Guess that explains why they're important enough to get loading screen text...

Anyway, more importantly! Did Durge write this?! Is this what got them tadpoled, were they planning to betray the other Chosen to end the world and Orin ratted them out? They don't comment on it at all, not even to recognize their handwriting, but given the amnesia and brain damage situation that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

Getting some really strong daddy's kid energy from this, too. Like, they're going to end the damn world and kill everyone alive to make Daddy proud, that's... unhealthy. That's an unhealthy thing to do for parental validation. Don't do that. Although I suppose that does explain why they wanted the Slayer so badly, given it seems to be like. the ultimate expression of Bhaal's favour. Working on the assumption that Durge did write this I can't wait for Bhaal to actually make an appearance, I'm sure it'll be awful in the best way possible. The bit about them being created to be the last soul alive and them fully intending to die on Bhaal's altar at the end is also... a lot. Please can the party return the "let's help our friends escape the conditioning and/or control of the shitty incredibly powerful being who's been fucking up their lives" favour if/when Durge regains their memories, because I'm sure that's going to cause problems. And it seems like Orin did rat them out somehow, which... seems odd, given you'd think this would be her ultimate goal as well. If I had to make a guess I'd say either she's not quite as loyal to their father as Durge is, Durge got a touch overzealous in deciding what their father's will actually was, or this is Orin's goal too and she just wants the glory of being the one to enact it. Or maybe she decided that given Durge wrote this shit down they weren't smart enough. I hope they at least intended to destroy it...

Also: I haven't even met Gortash yet and I think I'm already starting to see why people ship him with Durge. I mean that "Forgive me, Father, for I cannot help but admire the Chosen of your sworn foe" bit? The note itself is called something like Prayer for Forgiveness (I don't remember the exact name and I can't find it on the wiki but I'm certain it talks about forgiveness, if I'd thought of it I'd have made a note of it but I didn't), so the apology is very much the reason why this was written! It has the same energy as apologizing to your parents for falling for the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks, I feel. And an excellent opportunity for enemies to lovers...

#bg3 #bg3 durge #bg3 spoilers #...i'm going to look REALLY stupid if it turns out this wasn't written by durge huh #but i'm PRETTY sure it was. like 90% at least

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Me watching Ted Lasso 3.11:

I truly thought the last few episodes of the show had broken any remaining faith I had in its storytelling, but no. The second scene of this episode: that broke any remaining faith I had in Ted Lasso's storytelling. This season is NOT GOOD. And yet: are they going to make my OT3 canon? Are they?

I'm going to process Ted Lasso 3.11 (mostly) the way I did last week, by doing a rewatch and taking everything in order as it happens. The show's writing is so incoherent at this point that I'm not going to attempt to impose order on it; things just occur. This is the way.

1. Ted's Mom

I spent the entire opening credit sequence mentally reviewing every Ted/Trent fic I've ever read that had some kind of take on Ted's mom – and realizing that whatever we were about to get wasn't going to be as interesting as anything I'd read in fic, because this season is hell-bent on the idea that all conflict can be washed away in the space of a single conversation.

Remember when I would've just been excited to finally meet Ted's mom? Pepperidge Farm remembers.

2. Jade hates working with her boyfriend

And who can blame her? This woman has one thing, and that is working at Taste of Athens. Come on, Nate, get your own thing!

3. "We want you to come back to Richmond."

So, okay.

I've already written pretty extensively on how badly handled Nate's redemption arc has been. This has been a problem all season long; before I moved back to Tumblr, I was writing small, irate tweets about it.

Let's go back and look at some of the things I said during and after season 2:

2.07: Nate - his characterization has been really consistent: he's always been a jerk to Will, he uses his power over others to belittle them to make himself feel better, he conflates being assertive with being aggressive, this stuff was in s1 too

post-s2, 1/3: the show put a lot of work into showing Nate punching down, his growing narcissism, the ways feeling underappreciated makes him cruel to others and himself; I don't think we're meant to take away that being denied a Nespresso machine justifies a heel turn

post-s2, 2/3: Nate's history with women as shown is not great - when he thinks he's fired he immediately calls Rebecca a shrew; "perhaps you'd like to give me your number, too" to Jade the hostess as soon as he feels like he can order her around; kissing Keeley at all

post-s2, 3/3: when he kissed Keeley I was like, sure, this tracks; (for him) it becoming solely about him being mad that it wasn't enough to get Roy's attention also tracks. but the rest ... and some of the media takeaway ... is weird to me. is this relatable content?? should it be?

What gets me about all of this is that sometimes, this season has almost convinced me that Nate leaking the panic attack story to Trent was just a weak moment for which an otherwise lovable guy should be forgiven – but the evidence isn't there. They were so consistent in how they built up Nate's fall; they seeded that in as far back as season one. They signaled it through hair color! They unfolded it piece by piece, in a deliberate, escalating spiral from which there ultimately was no last-minute escape.

And then we get to season three, and two seasons of careful character building immediately becomes meaningless. Season three's Nate is a different person. This entire season is taking place in an alternate universe. And there's no reason they had to do that, because they had an entire twelve-episode season of increasingly long episodes in which to slowly but surely make Nate a better person! Time for him to learn a series of important lessons that tie into past behavior; time for him to slowly reconcile with his father; time for him to grow without erasing the person he had always been. Time to build him up into a better version of himself.

Instead, this is what we have. And even then, some of the most important parts of the story of Nate's redemption have happened off-screen. Nate quitting off-screen last week was truly shocking; the team discussing Nate's situation, deciding to forgive him, and voting on whether or not to invite him back – that happening off-screen is unforgivable. The West Ham storyline has, thus far, mattered so little to this season that maybe (.......maybe) we can say that severing ties with Rupert wasn't a key part of his journey, even though that's absurd, but Nate's return to Richmond is everything. That's the whole ballgame.

For Colin to be part of the welcoming committee is truly fucking egregious. Even this very season, Colin is still repeating his affirmation from therapy as he actively works on building up his self-confidence – something Nate deliberately tried to destroy. At no point did I imagine that a one-on-one with Colin wasn't going to be part of Nate's apology tour. But now – one sprig of lavender for Will, and that's all it takes? Nate's treatment of Colin isn't going to be addressed at all?

This is the same team that collected red cards like candy against West Ham after Roy and Beard showed them the video of Nate ripping up the "believe" sign. Remember the power walk of fury past Nate to open the second half of that game? Why do they now suddenly want him back? Because they heard he was working in a restaurant and felt sorry for him? Because they heard he apologized to Will and decided that was enough? At this point, I genuinely think the writers didn't know how that conversation would go, so they skipped over it. If you aren't sure how to get the team back on Nate's side, just have it happen off-screen; then it doesn't matter how it happened, only that it did. If you only tell and never show, you can make anything happen without having to get from A to B.

All of this mess, all of this time, and we don't get to be in the room as the team reaches some kind of closure on everything Nate did.

4. "Richmond have won fifteen matches in a row. With two games left, you're just four points off Manchester City for the Premier League title."

Thanks for expositing all of that, Reporter Guy. If it weren't for the occasional infodump, we'd never know what was going on in the team's season! Exposition Characters, you're the true heroes.

5. "That goal is a lie. It should be retracted from the record. I apologize to everyone, especially the kids."

If they had kept to this kind of funny-but-alarming tone without going too overboard on it, Jamie's pre-Manchester depressive episode would've been a lot more effective.

I know this show can handle depression, anxiety, and parent-induced stress in a thoughtful way and balance that with tonally appropriate comedy, but can it do that … anymore?

6. Ted's ever-increasing mom stress

To that end: the way they built up Ted being so put out his mother was in town, I thought for sure we were going to find out he had been dodging her calls about something (was Michelle getting married after all?) and this would reveal whatever it was to the audience.

I think – I think – that the actual intended effect here is to underscore that Ted ran an entire continent away from his problems and all of his unprocessed trauma, and having all of that catch up to him without warning triggered a stress cascade resulting in the meltdown we'll get at the end. But if that's the intention, what this episode really underscores is that they simply do not know how to handle this sort of storyline anymore. Dottie Lasso is lovely and entertaining and you definitely can look at her and see where Ted comes from, but the Ted parts of this story are about as nuanced as a sledgehammer on concrete.

7. "Trent, your hair is fabulous. It really is. It's just stylin'."

I never thought that Trent would actually meet Ted's mother in the show. I can't wait to see what fic writers do with this. (Please don't get discouraged by however the show ends and walk away, fic writers! We need you now, tonight. We need you more than ever.)

8. Van Damme's mask

This is officially more follow-up on a previous episode's subplot than we have had about almost any other subplot this entire season, and it's about one of the most disposable stories they've told.

9. OT3 Watch: "Shouting is Roy's love language."

Does Trent ship it? One of us, one of us.

10. OT3 Watch: Jamie crying on Roy

There's a lot about this scene I loved, so let's take a break for positivity! That sounds nice, doesn't it?

Jamie bursting into tears and then, when asked what's wrong, saying, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know": intensely relatable. He's already in tears as he walks into the boot room, just barely holding it in, and the second Roy pushes him to toughen up (in general), he loses it, because of course he does: he's dreading another trauma at the hands of his abusive dad, in the hometown that hates him. It makes perfect sense for Jamie to be having a serious depressive episode, and it is entirely in character for him to describe that as "I don't use any conditioner anymore, because what's the fucking point."

This is one thing this season has done well, with patience and consistency: it's believable for Jamie to break down crying on Roy because they put the time in to get these two to that point. Last season, it was a big fucking deal when Roy hugged Jamie. This season, if Jamie is going to cry on anyone, of course it's going to be Roy.

That said: I think it was a mistake to go quite so hard on playing this for laughs. Depression and trauma absolutely can be mined for comedy. "Do you think a depressed person could make this?" works because it's still Ben Wyatt, it's just Depressed Ben Wyatt. Jamie smushing Roy's face around as Phil Dunster gives it his absolute best comedy wailing sob doesn't … feel like Jamie? It just feels like comedy. If the moment isn't organic to the character, probably it needed a rewrite.

"It probably needed a rewrite," the Ted Lasso season three story. – Then again, I wonder all the time how much of this season's problems are due to the infamous production-halting Jason Sudeikis rewrites, so … maybe not? Maybe this season needed fewer rewrites and more Bill Lawrence? Who can say.

("Will, you missed a good one" is a great closing note for the series-long gag of overheard emotional scenes in the boot room. If they do another one in the finale, they'll have overshot it.)

11. "Hey, Roy, would it bother you if we brought Nate back?" / "No, I don't give a fuck."

At this point, I briefly stopped watching.

I went back to 2.12 to see if Roy knows that Nate was the source for the panic attack story: as of that episode, as far as I can tell, he doesn't.

I went to 3.04 to see if there was any indication during the West Ham episode that Roy had figured it out by then, but that episode focuses on the "believe" sign, which everyone but Ted seems to be finding out about for the first time.

Roy doesn't know that Nate actively tried to ruin Ted. (Does it make any sense for Roy to not have done the math when he was in the room when Ted opened up to the coaches about his panic attacks? Probably not, but that appears to be the canon.) He does know what Nate was like, particularly toward the end; he knows that Nate abandoned ship for West Ham; he knows that Nate ripped the sign, and he used that to turn the entire team against Nate for the West Ham game; and perhaps most importantly, Roy is not especially known as an easygoing, forgiving guy.

This is a man who carried a devastating news clipping around in his wallet for his entire career and beyond. A guy who couldn't hug Jamie in celebration until he headbutted him to make them even. This is Roy Kent, who is known even by people who don't watch this show as the one with the anger issues.

And he's just – fine? To bring Nate back? He holds no grudges? Roy Kent? We're really going to have Roy Kent as the voice of "yeah, whatever, I don't care" while Beard is left to fume alone?

12. "If you bring that Judas back, I will burn this place to the fucking ground."

Once again, Beard is the only one who's seen season two. And yet, this is being set up as a conflict that Beard has to set aside.

Has Nate apologized to Ted at this point? No. Was Nate an increasingly toxic presence in the locker room last season? Yes. Do they have any knowledge of his coaching style at West Ham that we're aware of that would suggest that he's had a major personality change? No. Are they currently on a fifteen-game winning streak without Nate? Yes. Are there only two games left in the season? Yes.

Is there any reason to bring Nate back at this point? No. And Beard, who has been the only one all season long who has retained any emotional awareness of past events, is only allowed to have that awareness so that it can be used as a justifying force for Nate's return.

I support you, Beard. This is all some bullshit. You should be allowed to be pissed about it.

13. Nora!

Is Rebecca's aside about Nora telling her to stop using her private jet the closest we're going to get to a Nora appearance this season? There's still time for her to pop up in the finale, but that seems unlikely.

14. OT3 Watch: Keeley checking in on Jamie

I was on the fence about whether or not they were going too hard on humor with Jamie's depression until "a suitcase is a drawer without a home … wahh." This is the best they could do for depression comedy? This is a comedy series that did an entire season about depression!! Phil Dunster really is doing his best in this episode, but not even he could elevate that line.

I do like the general concept of Roy going to Keeley for help with Jamie, only for Keeley to make it all worse. Roy being better at comforting Jamie is conceptually very funny. Writing dialogue that does justice to a story outline is tricky, isn't it? Mm.

15. Sam and Rebecca???

Are they doing this, or are they just going to tease it every single episode? Are Sam and Rebecca endgame? Surely not, right. If it were endgame, wouldn't we have gotten into the meat of it a lot sooner than … the finale?

If you know a Tedbecca shipper, maybe give them a warm cookie this week, because this episode did not move that anywhere promising.

(My money is still on Houseboat Guy popping up out of nowhere.)

16. OT3 Watch: Jamie and Keeley follow Jamie home

If this is the first time Keeley is meeting Jamie's mom, that means – he never took her home when they were dating?

Roy staring in absolute slack-jawed shock at Jamie and his mom cuddling on the couch is me. Roy is me. Setting aside for a moment just how much is going on there, I never would have guessed that Jamie had a relationship like this with a mom who was still in the picture.

In 1.06, Jamie talks about how his mom got him into football and supported him but probably wouldn't be proud of him lately; in 3.06, we hear about a trip they took to Amsterdam when he was a teenager. Is that … it? Have there been other references to his mom? In 2.08, when Richmond plays Manchester City, there is a lot about his dad but no reference to his mom that I remember. The show is so laser-focused on Jamie's dad that I assumed his mother, whether dead or estranged or somehow unwell, wasn't an active force in his life in the present day.

This is a show about dads. They've told us that in interviews all along. Ted's dad, Nate's dad, Jamie's dad, Sam's dad, Rebecca's dad, even a whiff of Trent's dad; Ted's relationship with his son, even Phoebe's relationship with her Uncle Roy. We see Nate's mom, but that is almost entirely about Nate's relationship with his dad. The only characters who get to have meaningful ongoing not-about-dads onscreen relationships with their mothers are Rebecca and Nora, which is … weirdly gendered?

But now, with the curtain about to drop on this show, they're doing a Mom Episode. We get two moms we've never met before dropped on us in one hour. We know almost nothing about these moms, because they've never been made central to the story in a way everyone's dads have been; and here, in an episode titled "Mom City," their stories are still mostly about each character's relationship with his dad.

Even so, those stories need to fit into what we know about Ted and Jamie. "I love meeting people's moms. It's like reading an instruction manual as to why they're nuts," right? Ted and Jamie's moms, introduced here at the eleventh hour, should shine a light on things we already know about these characters and make us think, "this explains so much."

Does Jamie's mom actually explain anything we already knew about Jamie? Does it actually make sense for Jamie to have had, all this time, a sweet, supportive mom available for hugs on demand, or does this just create a lot of new questions the show doesn't have time to answer? I don't think Jamie's mom as we meet her (or his future GBBO star baker stepdad) are fully outside the realm of possibility for his character, but we could've had more time to untangle all of this if they had spent as much time on Jamie's mom as they did on his dad. Instead, I'm left with: you're telling me Jamie Tartt isn't actually touch-starved? Jamie Tartt?

You're telling me Jamie's mom watches all of his matches … but has never been to one? Jamie's mom got him into football and drove him to all of his practices, but he's playing right down the street and she's watching from home? Jamie's mom is this important to him, but never met Keeley? Jamie's mom is this important to him, and we've only ever heard about her as the reverse side of a story about Jamie's dad? There are some drop-ins you just can't make in the eleventh hour.

Also: what is going on here? I'm with Roy. Wow. Wow.

17. Jade really hates working with her boyfriend

Is this really just a way to get Nate back to Richmond? Yes. Is it nonetheless completely valid for Jade to not want to have to hear about Nate's salty nuts scheme after work hours? Also yes. You might be a girlfriend ex machina, but you are nonetheless valid, Jade.

18. OT3 Watch: Jamie's posters

*chinhands* So are they, like … are they doing this on purpose, or … no, they have to be doing it on purpose, right? Right?? Maybe it won't ever go any further than this, because even now I have a hard time imagining an OT3 becoming canon, but they are surely at least tipping their hat to it.

19: OT3 Watch: walking off arm-in-arm

Surely they aren't going to make it canon.

20. Pep????

They actually brought on Pep Guardiola for a Ted Lasso cameo? In an episode about Manchester City leading the title race, airing in the same week City won the title irl? I'm legit impressed.

21. Jamie's injury drama

This is honestly the dumbest way to generate in-game drama. Jamie goes out on injury and Ted's coaching masterstroke is to act like they've just lost a player to a red card and now have to defend a one goal lead with ten men? Just in case the training staff can shoot Jamie up with enough painkillers to let him finish the game on an injury he couldn't walk on?

I know Jamie is their star striker and all, but did Sam, Dani, and Colin suddenly lose their scoring abilities when Jamie hurt his ankle? We just had a major subplot last week about what a heater Sam has been on – did that suddenly disappear? Does this team have no ability to adjust to the loss of a player? They've won fifteen straight games!! In real life, that would be one of the longest win streaks in Premier League history! No team becomes that successful without quality substitutes. Just get someone on the pitch, before Manchester fucking City takes advantage of being a man up and gets the equalizer we're told they've been on the verge of for the entire second half.

Why. This is Ted Lasso, why am I getting hung up on its football strategy? This isn't about strategy, it's about Ted and Jamie. Nothing matters except the conversation they're about to have on the sideline. Everything else happens exclusively to allow that conversation to happen. The football is just set dressing. None of this matters.

It's just so dumb, though. God.

22. Jade hates working with her boyfriend so much

Truly next level of her to blackmail her boss to get Nate fired so she can have some peace in the workplace. Does she only exist in this show to advance Nate's storyline? Yes. Is she doing this to be a Good Girlfriend? Yes. Can I ignore both of those things and pretend this is just a badass move by someone who does not care to mix her relationship and her job? Also yes.

23. Ted Lasso and forgiveness

This season's insistence on total forgiveness – that the past is the past, that holding a grudge is a moral failing or a poison of the soul – is one of its biggest flaws. Everything needs to be tied up just so. Characters can't truly grow unless they let go of whatever anger they're holding onto. In the end, everything must come around to wholesomeness and healing. As the show nears its end, it is doing everything it possibly can to wash all slates clean.

(Except, possibly, with Rupert. We'll see.)

In a void, Ted's mini-speech to Jamie about how he should forgive his dad so that he himself can heal might be – not something I would at all agree with, but fine, in that I don't have to always agree with characters on television shows and Ted is clearly doing some projecting here re: his situation with his mom. But in this broader context of what's going on with Nate, on the sideline of a game, it just feels … forced, and kind of gross. FORGIVE YOUR DAD SO YOU CAN KICK FOOTBALL. FORGIVENESS FIXES EVERYTHING. Okay, Ted Lasso. Okay.

Remember when Dr. Sharon said, "I think you [still hate your father] too, Ted, and that's okay," and they talked about the things Ted both hated and loved about his father, because it was okay for him to hold both of those things inside him at once? Where has that gone?

24. Manchester Loves Jamie

I'm not going to ask what the point of putting Jamie back on for one minute and then substituting him straight off was – do they truly have no one else who could have put them up by two? – because honestly, the City fan ovation was so unbelievable that football strategy pales in comparison. They spent an entire game booing and shit-talking him in the stands, and then he scores a goal on a wobbly foot and they suddenly realize he's Good, Actually and cheer him off? In a game that could decide the league title?

Manchester City could have won the league title right here in this game if Jamie hadn't scored that goal and the City fans cheer him off? In what universe. In what version of reality. Were there no even vaguely believable feel-good moments they could engineer for this game???

25. OT3 Watch: Roy whispering sweet nothings

They aren't going to make it canon, right??

26. Jamie's dad in rehab

This is one of the only "thing we heard nothing about and then suddenly it happens" moments where it makes sense for no one to know what's going on. It's positive growth for a shit character that I can actually get behind and believe in.

Jamie's dad is here doing the work and trying to get better. Instead of having it as an extremely brief reveal in the penultimate episode of the series, imagine if they had done this earlier and shown his dad getting out of rehab, and spent some time on Jamie deciding whether or not to forgive his dad now that his dad is sober. Emphasize the hard parts. Show them building a new relationship as different people. That would be so much more in keeping with the actual themes of this show than the magical thinking this season has engaged in.

27. Pep??????

"Don't worry about wins and losses, just help these guys be the best versions of themselves" from Pep Guardiola is THE MOST TED LASSO version of Pep Guardiola I can imagine. I cackled out loud. I threw back my head and laughed like a woman eating a salad. A+ comedy, intentional or otherwise.

28. Nate hiding under the desk

Why? Why. I mean, I get why – this humanizes everything Nate did in 2.12 and makes him seem like a pathetic guy who can't even ruin a sign right, and retcons some of the most potent parts of Nate's season two arc to make us feel empathy for him where we might not previously have; I had this issue with the rolling chair pratfall video earlier in the season, too – but it just exhausts me. They couldn't spend the time redeeming him organically, so they're rewriting what's already happened to make it seem less bad.

Going back to Ted's funeral therapy session with Dr. Sharon: remember how Ted had this deep, terrible fear of losing someone he loved because he didn't do enough to make them feel their worth, and Nate unknowingly cracked that wide open when he accused Ted of "abandoning" him? Remember how Nate could only feel important if he was the most important person in the room, so being one part of a team felt like rejection – and Nate at the absolute bottom of his spiral, having already tried to ruin Ted's life in the press, tore at him with every emotional weapon he had on hand?

Now we're going to reframe all of that as, "ahhhh, this little guy, can't even do a harm to a desk chair, look at him hide from cleaners, so sad, someone rescue him from restaurant!!"

I'm so ready for this show to end. It'll be easier to pick and choose the parts I want to hang onto once canon is closed.

29. OT3 Watch: champagne

But they aren't going to make it canon, right?????????

Honestly, get someone who looks at you the way Roy looks at Jamie here. Just incredible.

If this is the most OT3 we ever get, it'll be enough.

30. Beard's backstory

Let's pause here a moment.

As a coping mechanism for whatever the show was going to throw at me in this episode, I made myself a bingo card. Every time I got a square, I won a tiny piece of chocolate. I made some of the squares obvious hits, some of them decent possibilities, and some were wild swings at things I knew would never happen.

Earlier in this episode, I hesitated over giving myself the "Beard Backstory" square for Beard and Dottie having nicknames for each other, wondering if that qualified as our Beard backstory for the episode. And then … Beard showed up at Nate's door.

In that moment, I truly felt I had cursed myself with this bingo card. Don't invite possibilities you aren't willing to see play out on-screen, I think is the lesson here?

"Just like in Les Mis." – Nate, and all of us

I really don't know how to feel about this Beard backstory. In theory, I have no issue with Beard having a backstory about being incarcerated for meth and Ted helping him out afterward, but in practice, I'm not sure it makes any sense whatsoever. Beard has a record that no one knows about? He's been an assistant coach in the Premier League for three seasons and it's never popped up in the Daily Mail that he was in prison on a drug conviction? I know in the real world Ted wouldn't be allowed to coach Richmond to begin with, but just how far into fantasyland are we?

(I also have some questions about the "and then I stole his car" twist. What exactly are the writers trying to say here about people freshly out of prison? He had a difficult re-entry, totally understood; he found a place to land, and immediately turned back to crime? Should they maybe have spent a little more time unpacking this story before they made it canon?)

All of that aside, I'm not sure I really wanted a Beard backstory. For the entire run of this show to date, Beard has been something of a Ted-adjacent cryptid with a very clear personality but relatively opaque motivations, whose history we've learned about through wildly random drop-ins that always raise more questions than they answer. He's a guy who roams the city at night and collects subcultures like stamps. He's in an eternally tortured relationship with a manic pixie nightmare girl who somehow suits him perfectly. His devotion to Ted has never, ever been in doubt.

I just don't think it actually rounds out the character of Beard to know exactly where he's coming from and why he's with Ted. The mystery is part of the character. Introducing an in-depth backstory in the penultimate episode of the entire show feels … kind of cheap? I would completely understand if other people felt it was long overdue and are happy to get it before the end, but to me, pulling back the curtain feels like a misunderstanding of what makes Beard a great character. We don't need to see the man behind the curtain. Being able to wildly speculate about what makes Beard Beard is a big part of his appeal.

And to drop this in as a plot mechanism for bringing Nate back into the fold – to make this significant change to a major character as a shortcut on Nate's mismanaged path to redemption – I'm just so tired.

This whole thing where Ted emotionally manipulated Beard into forgiving Nate by invoking Ted's own past assistance to Beard – I'm not sure that comes across the way they think it does. Ted wants everyone around him to forgive Nate and the only one who isn't willing to do it is Beard, so Ted forces the issue by hitting Beard where it hurts to get Beard to project his own past trauma onto Nate's situation. Does Ted really think that Beard stealing his car is equivalent to Nate putting his mental health history on the front page of every newspaper in London? Even if he does, why does he think it's fair to Beard to pull out Beard's trauma like a trump card?

31. Fuck you, Mom!!

What was Ted's relationship with his mother back home, that she comes to visit him in London and within 48 hours, everything he's been holding onto for years comes boiling out of him in a series of F-bombs borrowed from Jamie Tartt? What was their dynamic like in Kansas, that the minute she shows up his shoulders go up around his ears and he can't handle anyone he cares about liking her at all?

Is this happening now because Ted unlocked all of this in therapy? Is it happening now because he's been away from her for so long? Was he not visiting her on those trips to Kansas? Is it the change in setting – having her in London, in his space, meeting his people?

This whole "thank you / fuck you" speech feels overcooked at best, well-acted as it is, and it veers into some really incoherent areas. When Ted tapped his chest, I thought, "oh god, is he impotent in his soul?" Honestly, that would have made more sense than Ted saying he's afraid to get close to his son because "I know he's going to leave."

Yes, Ted is afraid of losing people, but we know because Ted has said so in therapy that his response to that fear is to pull people closer in. To try to make people feel wanted, feel valued, feel good about themselves.

In Ted and Henry's relationship, if Ted has projected his dad onto anyone, it's been himself. If there is a monster under the bed here, it is Ted's fear of turning into his dad, of having the potential for that inside him. That line would have made 110% more sense if it had been, "I'm afraid I'm going to leave," even if we would have had a lot more to unpack on-screen at that point. As it is, it's just – kind of nonsense?

Did they feel like they had to pull out some extra motivation for Ted having been in London all of this time? They didn't. The degree to which they are trying way too hard in some areas and not at all in others sure is something.

32. I've read this fic

Rebecca and Bex? Yeah, I've definitely read this fic. That "Bex divorces Rupert and takes West Ham" square on my bingo card is going to reappear next week.

33. "Do you know what time it is?"

"It's the time of the season when we do X" is a little too much meta self-awareness for me, and the "I'm going to invoke truth bombs as a concept but I don't actually have one" is clunky execution to set up Ted's cliffhanger line, but the staging: flawless. In seasons one and two, Rebecca comes into Ted's office and stands on the left of the frame, facing right. In season three, Ted is the one who comes into the office and stands on the left, reversing their positions both physically and narratively. That kind of attention to detail is A+.

(I wish they gave that much attention to the plot, but I'll take it where I can get it.)

What's next?

One more episode left to cram in everything they could possibly want to do with this show! We're on a real run here of episodes that cram in abrupt resolutions to ongoing stories while also dropping in a ton of new elements we don't have time to explore, and I wouldn't expect the finale to be all that different.

- Before 3.11, I thought the chances of Ted going back to Kansas were 85% for, 15% against. Now … I think it might actually be closer to 75% for, 25% against?

This episode pushed so hard on sending Ted back to Kansas, and we're being set up in that cliffhanger for him telling Rebecca he's quitting after the season ends, and – there's still an entire finale to go. Will the episode just be one long goodbye, or will there be some last-minute twist to keep him in London? I think the chances of him staying in London are actually slightly better now that the "I'm going back to Kansas" twist isn't being held for the end. Still pretty unlikely, though.

I say again: if he goes back to Kansas, fine, we can fix that in post. If he goes back to Michelle, I'm turning this car around.

- Every social media feed I have has been frantic with speculation as to whether or not they're going to make the OT3 canon in the finale. My money is on Not Canon – I think a wink and a nod at it is as much as they're going to do – but I'll be happy with anything that isn't a flash-forward in which Jamie has a girlfriend. Just let us walk off arm-in-arm-in-arm with room to speculate, show.

- So Nate goes back to Richmond, Ted leaves, and Nate becomes head coach, right? Just like we could pretty easily guess was going to happen before this season even started? There's still a chance of a surprise shake-up there, but I'd put it at, like … 5%. A 5% chance of this not going in the most predictable possible direction.

- If Ted leaves, does Beard stay or does he go? He stays, right? If they try to convince us that Jane is dying to move to Kansas, I'll have to Eternal Sunshine the entire finale from my memory banks.

- I am very much hoping for a thoughtful farewell with the pub trio. They've earned it.

- It's West Ham they're going to be playing in the last game, right? If Nate's West Ham storyline is going to have any meaning, he has to go up against his old team with his old old team in the last game of the season while Rupert's drama plays out in close-up.

There should also be some simultaneous game drama happening with Manchester City. They were four points down before this game, so on the final day of league play, they'll be one point down. If City wins, they win the title. If City draws or loses and Richmond wins, Richmond wins the title. If City loses and Richmond draws, then … actually, there could be interesting last-minute drama if they're trying to break through on goal differential, but I don't think the show would go that far into technicalities. Richmond has to win, right? They aren't going to send the show off on anything less.

Five days until we're free!

#ted lasso #ted lasso meta #episode reactions

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s0lar-ch3ri · 8 months

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character writing time (i made my son today its so traumatized already <3)

okay so i did come up with it through a self-made prompt: we always hear about how the villain has better reasons then the hero, or the villain's goal is more just then the hero's. well, the hero realized this after a confrontation with the villain. as such, they quit working for those in charge, the ones wanting to fight for these ideals, wanting to go join the villain. however, being enemies doesn't stop when you switch sides, and the villain pushes the hero away. the hero now is a traitor to both sides, evil in the eyes of all parties involved, and a hero to none no longer.

another thing before we begin, my son aka the character i made uses it/itself pronouns and is boyflux! its unnamed, but ill come up with one later, rn its writing time (yes i built my prompt now differently, this is like the backstory to the scenario, and tw of attempts at suicide and general shitty quality of life) (adding while writing, talking badly about using it/itself pronouns (which i do use, nothing wrong with them)

you can also not look if you wanna just have your own written ideas and dont think mine would follow ours or whatever lol

Was it 7 months, 8? It didn't know. It didn't feel a need to care. Not after all it had worked for came crashing down. For 7 years, it had worked to be great. It was great. It saved people, it fought away bad guys, it was helpful to their cause. Then it opened its eyes, with help from their enemy.

"Do they want a safe city, or are they fighting for the control over it?" Marion had boomed. It normally wasn't enough, but it didn't leave it's head and it had to ask. And oh boy did that go just GREAT. It quit then and there, and in the process became a target for them to destroy. It had planned to maybe work with Marion, maybe even stay with her. But she didn't believe a word. She didn't want to listen long, and those eyes declared the message before she spoke it.

"Leave before I make you."

For 7 years, it was a respected individual. In these 7 or so months, it was unable to be seen as an individual by any. Out of costume and out of any shelter or anything, it had sunk lower then the care for a shot rabid dog. Maybe if it had fucking planned, it wouldn't be freaked out over any look, worrying if any food they'd get was poisoned, if the world could care for a second.

The running tired it's legs. It was tired of running. So here it was, sitting on a crummy wooden bridge, in the bumfuck area of town, where if improvements happened it came from the people's efforts. The railing creaked and it was littered with nails and glue desperately trying to hold together the pieces. The bridge's best area was how built in it was to the road, it supported it well. That didn't stop the paint peeling and uneven planks from filling one with fear. Still, the small snail painting which seemed to have new additions to it each day (new flowers, a sun, friends, anything these kids could paint) was cute. It felt fragile and strong at heart.

The rails were warm. Its hands held the plank and closed its eyes, taking it in. The noises of conversation just too far away, maybe some cars, the wind, its breaths. In, comfort and warmth and love filled itself. Out, the knowledge it couldn't be for someone like it, one who itself knows it couldn't be referred to as human. In, the musky waters about one block away from the bridge filled its brain. Out its arms went. Out its legs went. Out of this world it wished for. Holding in this final breath, even when its lungs wanted nothing more. Just like in the uppers' trainings, it thought. No pain, no gain, it thought.

In, fallen off and finally finding an answer to where the world's kindness went, it had fallen into Marion's. Her dark blue eyes reminded it of the night sky. It wondered if this was death yet.

"Now what the fuck were you doing." She was holding it so nicely. As though she'd feel pity for the rabid dog, still holding on through its pain, no matter how much it didn't want to. "God, breathe, you're not dead yet!" Without warning, it felt a quick flat blow to the stomach, forcing it to let go of whatever air it tried to hold just a little longer.

"Maybe I should have used rope, heh." It's voice was shakey and louder then it wanted.

"Well, I'm grateful you didn't." There was a moment of silence between the two. It's head just looked up at the stars, barely visible.

"...You weren't lying. You weren't trying to deceive me or whatever shit."

"...I guess."

"Why did you go talk to me first?"

"...Don't know, felt right." It lied there.

"Hey," grabbing its cheek and tilting its head down. "I may not fully fucking trust you, but your staying with me for now. If this whole thing was a trick, then fuck you, but I sadly can't let somebody try that again. Not when it's y...someone with good information on those fuckasses." Morian chose her words carefully, as though one mess up and itd try again.

Grabbing her hand, it knew this was probably how itd be going. No way people change heart so easily. Yet, it couldn't lie on this, it was one of the most pleasant kidnappings it had been apart of.

#my non jrwi friend: you gave birth today?#small detail i had to share that happened while writing this #anyways #writing prompt #literally feeling so embarrassed writing this i probs got so much wrong AHHHHHHH #that was until i internally decided this to simply be for my own enjoyment and indulgence so if yall hate it fuck you lol #it never makes sense here lol #writing #my writing #the bright smoothie of words #the (genderneutral) sons of this solar sun

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scrapperjoe · 1 year

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Doesn't making keichos character disabled defeat the original purpose of him?

Yeah this ones a tricky one that's been on my mind. Huge spoilers for talks of abuse and ableism. Keep in mind this likely will not be the best written since its before work and stuff.

Yeah its no doubt that keichos introduction shows him to be verbally abusive towards okuyasu, and holding ableist beliefs at that, which is... Hm, not the best choice for making a disabled character, especially if you consider okuyasu autistic like i do. So why make him disabled?

The original theme of the au was to heal from trauma and abuse, a theme very much in my own life. Id also forgotten "wait cant josuke just heal him" before id put medical research into this so, yeah. Anyways... I thought, "hey, if he wasnt dead, him and okuyasu could willingly work on their relationship together!" Emphasis on willingly. Because keicho has minimal use of his legs and such, in the early days of his recovery he'd have to rely on okuyasu to help take care of him. (By the time keichos finally discharged okuyasus near graduation, don't worry.) The time apart with keicho in the hospital allowed them to rework their relationship in a less heated setting, and having to rely on okuyasu more, someone he once looked down upon, really shifted the dynamic and you can see things are working out more healthily between them while the both of them also seek counselling and had jotaro act as a middle man in the early days of the au. Even when okuyasu becomes a parent, keichos past abuse is NOT swept under the rug because okuyasu has several boundaries set in place such as keicho not being allowed to punish or yell at the kids no matter how fatherly he mat feel towards them. He is still just the uncle, and okuyasu doesn't want them to go through what he did.

And now for what this post is actually supposed to be about! As i mentioned, the aus core theme was different at the very beginning, but does try to tackle many complex themes because i can. And you guessed it, ableism is a hot topic! Ill admit it, i hadnt originally thought of it cause my autism brain thought, "wow, nijimura bros alive!" But as ive done research ive really been cracking down on how to handle this. Ive put in much medical research and what its like to live with what disabilities and conditions he has such as being an amputee, nerve connection issues, chronic pain (i actually live with chronic migraines myself), brain damage, organ transplants, etc...

Making keicho disabled and having josuke heal him was NOT to punish him for his abuse. Not in any way. If anything, it more so puts him in a state where he quite literally cannot run away from his issues and has to actually face them with CHOICE. The spwf faced the nijimuras with whether or not they wanted to stay together or split apart because of their complcated relationship, and they both chose to stay. Anyways... With keichos character who was depicted with low-key ableist veiws, hes undoubtedly going to deal with internalized ableism up the wazu. Im not going to go into way too much detail with that because if you're disabled you know what it's like. But there's a LOT of him trying to overcome it with the years. When they were finally home together for the first time in years keicho finally got to see okuyasus survivors guilt for himself and that was one big hurdle. Keichos self hatred at that time was adding to it and once he saw just how badly it was affecting okuyasu without realizing it, boy that had to freaking change. But every hurdle after that wasn't a hurdle, it was more like climbing steps of a stair.

As we all know, recovery is no straight line. A lot of times people will wish theyll be their former selves, but a lot of times that's an unreasonable desire. Keicho has a hard freaking time accepting that. He keeps pushing himself, wishing his recovery was faster, in turn actually pushing himself back. Over time keicho has to learn his limits which is a very bitter battle. You make advancements but then you go back a bit. With josuke and okuyasu doing so much for the family keicho often feels less than, and like he should be doing more. He pushes himself to do all the chores in the house even if it means puking from his migraines or wearing his stumps to the point the friction in his prosthetics start to bleed. Because we all know keichos as stubborn as a mule. The family is very adamant about getting him to rest, and i know i joke about them having to tape him down to the couch, but this feeling is a very real part of us who live with internalized ableism. Our society is so rooted in production and everything, that it can just be so hard to accept that our brains and bodies are simply incapable of doing certain things... What's more is that with keichos fluctuating condition its hard for him to keep a job. But even when he feels like crap, the family reassures him. Cause when your body won't let you do much more than bring up laundry without being in immense pain, or can hardly let you read for fun because of brain fog, it can be hard.

And because i worked it for josuke only to partially heal keicho because keicho told him specifically not to heal him, keicho obviously has disfiguring burn scars. And with his prosthetics and mobility aids, it goes without saying that he gets nasty looks and people staring at him. Those whispers around him when he goes into public. Those that lead him to often cover up even during summer time, that have the kids have to stand up for themselves and their own family at school because they get picked on because they have a VERY non traditional family. Those stares and comments can make him feel sub human, doctors constantly offering facial reconstruction surgery, and the way people can treat others is just... Appalling. Its taken keicho YEARS to feel comfortable in his own skin. From not getting that jarring feeling every time he looks in the mirror, not having to shower with a shirt on, not wanting to peel his skin off, etc... It was a bitter battle of self love. A bitter battle that sometimes he loses. But when that little hyakuko would play with his missing finger, boy did he feel less like a monster and more like the human that he is... Not to mention body positive josuke always being there to help him out. Since crazy diamond cant heal himself, josuke has lots of scars and stitches on his body from old stand battles and the sutch, and even if his scars arent disfiguring like keichos, they at least make him feel less alone, and okuyasu just being happy he's alive is always something that makes him feel better.

Overall, the au is centered around the theme of overcoming trauma and abuse much like my other works. In this case keicho is overcoming his old self and the abuse hed once done. And as time goes on, he does grow and evolve, becoming at least a somewhat better person and more understanding of others. Himself? Come on, its keicho. But no matter the hardships, when he sees how okuyasu has grown up and the happy family hes been able to have, and let alone keicho be part of it, its made all the hardships worth it. Disabled people are not a tragedy. Stop treating us like it.

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 4 #josuke higashitaka #jjbaau #nijimurarecovery!#keicho nijimura #okuyasu nijimura

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arispensieve · 2 months

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badly written ramblepost because I fucked up my entire brain on a bad trip and I am not feeling very resilient about it.

so. good news! no longer eel at all. bad news, have accidentally turned my brain to mush and am now doing the equivalent of gently spoonfeeding it after perhaps the worst mental experience of my life!

While I think I can confidently say it was not the worst EVENT of my life (church shit, raf, losing em, pallas etc still have their place), I can't remember a time I felt worse mentally right now and it made me suicidal again in the middle which scared the shit out of me

Piper was very good about it, said she has tripsat much worse than that, and said I was incredibly polite for someone having a bad trip, which is a little bit ridiculous. Guess I've been training my whole life for this. No one is better at having non-disruptive panic attacks and then apologizing for them than I am by now. (This is probably a lie, but a lie with a grain of truth.)

Anyway she gave me a propranolol which was supposed to make me not traumatized by it (appreciated but considering how badly I'm shaking remembering it, seems to have been ineffective) and, when I begged her for something to knock me out and let me sleep through it and wake up normal, a fuckton of xanax. which also didn't do as much as I think they're supposed to do to other people, I just sat there suffering intensely until my muscles stopped holding me up and I keeled over and put my face in the security bucket I was hugging, at which point she made me lie down. I vaguely recall asking if I needed to go to the hospital, she said no. I also wanted to call my parents, though when I thought about it I realized they'd freak out, I didn't want to talk to them, and that wouldn't really help, but it was the same sense of I have made a mistake and I want out of this situation, and that's supposed to help, right. I also didn't want to talk to Piper either, and felt frustrated and panicked whenever she spoke, which made me feel like an asshole. I wanted to pretend I was somewhere else, I guess, and couldn't while she was talking. I was also very aware that this was not the sort of thing I was Supposed to be doing, and she was part of that.

It wasn't new, though, is the thing. It was basically a dialed up to 11 version of the same sensory overload meltdown thing that I used to get a lot more often when I was a kid, and most recently had on the way back from the eclipse. Except so much fucking worse.

But it wasn't new. I wasn't being shown the universe or anything, or having unusual thoughts that I couldn't handle. It really just reminded me of a dance in 7th grade when I lost my entire mind and had a similarly awful panic attack complete with the sense of I fucked up so bad and I want out of this situation RIGHT NOW. I hate where I am. I hate what I'm doing. I hate me. I need to leave. But I was already in one of the few places I generally feel safe, at the farm in Piper's bed. There was nowhere to go to fix the situation. And the feeling, though the same design and flavor, was so much worse than it had ever been before.

I think I said "If I die/if you kill me, does this stop", and Piper said we would pretend I didn't say that. I said sorry, but was too busy suffering to muster up much remorse. Still, I sternly told myself not to say that again, or anything else about dying, for god's sake Ari. I went back to saying "I love you, I'm not mad at you, please please stop talking" anytime she opened her mouth, which was also quite rude of me but I thought if anyone talked to me I might start screaming and never stop. Also the quiet only lasted a few minutes tops each time so I had to keep saying it.

Anyway. I lay down, as instructed, and waited for something different to happen, or hopefully to die, which upset me a bit. I asked Piper to put on Pippin very very quietly, because of its good track record for unsuicidaling me, and she graciously did so. she also at some point wrote me a bunch of notes on the paper, which did not hurt my brain the way listening did, which I appreciated.

At that point I decided to risk messaging Grace, because I thought they might be slightly comforting and I realized that I could tolerate text. Sent them a message full of typos. They told me that they loved me and I was a person and they were very happy that I visited them because they'd had a shit week, and that made me feel better enough that I could open one eye when Extraordinary started playing and make my first comment, which was you're such a whiny bitch, Pippin.

He's the clown! said Piper. I winced, but it wasn't as bad anymore, so it seemed like I might be starting to push through it. Except I couldn't actually physically move at all from the absurd amount of xanax, which was kind of scary on its own and caused its own set of problems.

(those got more or less resolved in their interesting ways that I will not be writing down here, but I do think that's what saved me 10 times more than any propranolol because it was the only fun bit in a whole bunch of hell. I owe Piper like 200 for that alone let alone the entire trip but she just thinks it's funny and is way more embarrassed about some other thing I shall not name which I couldn't care less about so I guess it evens out)

Anyway I did eventually sleep. Woke up feeling fragile as hell and terrified of everything and like I just wanted to curl up somewhere and be treated gently. Piper sort of did that, but also seemed to want to have big conversations which I did not internally handle well, but frankly she was so good about actually tripsitting me she could talk about whatever she damn well needed to.

Still feel... fragile, and afraid, and tired, a day later. I don't like that at all.

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eyndr-stories · 11 months

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Across The World C6 - RABBIT

Summary:

The gods of this world are ancient, most of them forgotten, or nearly so. Nomen has been taught not to make deals with any old gods, should they be unlucky enough to come across one. However, when their little brother Maribus stumbles into mortal peril, they find they have no real choice but to accept the trials of one such god in order to save him.

This is an original story written by yours truly! I started writing this back at the very start of 2021 when I had a particularly wild and extremely vivid dream. This story is heavily based on said dream! This dream is also why I strongly distrust bunny mascots / anthro rabbits lmao but anyhoo, I think i've improved as a writer since this so the quality may or may not be quite on par with my other stories. I also had some help from my cool aunt Kerry with editing this, so if there's anything amiss here we can totally blame her lmao

That all being said, I do still like this story, and I hope you will too!! Enjoy <3

Things To Know:

major character death (its okay though, they live lol)

blood and violence

happy ending

protag (Noman) is nonbinary and referred to with they / them pronouns

first person POV

8 chapters in total, about 13,000 words in total. So roughly 1600 words a chapter. Lil bite sized chappys!

No swear words used, somehow

(lmk if i should add anything, i can't think of anything else)

Ao3 link here

Chapter 1 here

Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

C6 - RABBIT

I stood at the beginning. There was one piece left, floating there and waiting for me in silence. I looked all around. Amicus was not here.

Tears stung my eyes. I'd wanted it to work so badly. But the fire starter could only save one life, it seemed. I just had to hope, and I did so desperately, that Amicus had actually reset with the rest of the town, and he'd be waiting for me back on the beach when I got back there.

If I got back there.

I gently took the final piece, and stared at it for a long moment before putting it in my pocket. I began to walk towards the trees. The lush forest was dying now. The grass was brown and the stench of dead flowers overpowered the air. The sky was so dark with heavy clouds I almost couldn't be sure it wasn't nighttime.

My body was screaming at me to turn and run for the glowing white exit, to not face what I would inevitably face in the second place.

My brother was still waiting for me at the end. Before that, Amicus was waiting at the beach. He had to be. I had to make sure they were both okay. I would see this thing to the end because I had to. I just had to.

I wasn’t sure what the rabbit was capable of. They’d consumed an entire armed army and whatever those four mechanical creatures were, and they didn’t appear to have a scratch on them. I couldn’t fight them. Well, I couldn’t fight them and win. I’d have to be smart.

My resolve wavered as I stood in front of the door. It was different now. It was just as tall as the simple wooden door that used to be here, but now it was much older, with rotting wood boards and a handle so corroded and rusty it was nearly gone. Blood seeped through the wood of the door as I stood there staring at it. No light escaped along the edges. The rabbit was waiting for me on the other side, that I could be certain of. I stood in front of the door for several long seconds. I was so scared. More scared than I’d been when I'd seen the mechanical creature charging at me, more scared than being chased through the maze by the warrior, even more scared than I’d been when I’d realized my brother was not in his bed. My brother. Maribus was counting on me. Amicus was counting on me. I had to do this. I took a deep breath. I opened the door.

This was not the second place.

I was surrounded by decaying temples filling endless plains, settled around mountains and heaps of rot and rubble. The stench was absolutely overwhelming, and I took a long minute struggling to breathe through my mouth and not throw up. An indifferent starless sky watched from above.

I could feel the labor of time. Everything around me, even the air I breathed, was primordial and endless. This place was a living death and my youth was an affront to it. I could feel it under my skin, itching as if it wanted to rip me apart. It wanted to turn me to dust, as if doing so would save it from the horrible fate of decay and neglect it had suffered for time uncountable.

I reached into my pocket and held onto my fire starter, my bit of light in such a dark place, hoping it could give me the courage I needed.

There was a shift in the atmosphere as I was walked among the ancient temples, doing my best to stay clear of the rot. Something deeply disconcerting permeated everything, and I could feel something hungry and malicious watching me. I felt the rabbit was there before I saw it. We stared at each other across the plain, bordered by two taller temples still emblazoned with symbols of countless eyes. The eyes watched the scene as the rabbit clicked their teeth and hissed at me.

The rabbit smiled and leered, revealing bloodstained teeth. “Tsk, tsk, only one fire starter left.”

I felt sick to my stomach. I was suddenly so jarringly aware or my own mortality. Of how horrifically easy it would be to loose such a fragile thing, as fragile as the life sitting in my pocket.

The rabbit stood in my path, those teeth still clicking. The force of their hunger was almost physical. I was as petrified and useless as the stones of the temples around me. I was trembling from head to toe while the rabbit’s rotting breath crawled across my skin. When had they gotten so close?! It took everything I had in me not to run. The need to not turn my back on this creature was helpful.

The rabbit stared at me intently with their one giant eye, challenging me in some unknown regard. I stared unblinkingly back until the rabbit lashed out, and there was a sudden explosion of pain across my arm. I saw three bloody trails running down my arm where their claws had punctured me. Then they stepped behind me and I felt them shove me forward and growl lowly. “Run little mouse, run!”

Terrified, I stumbled forward and took off as fast as I could. I knew they were toying with me, they could easily have killed me, but I didn’t care. I had a chance and I wasn’t going to waste it.

I stayed close to the temples and weaved in sharp turns, dodging behind rubble and between pillars. Where the rabbit was big, I was small and I could move through tight spaces faster and easier than they could. The rabbit had been gaining, then cursed as I weaved around walls and leapt over rocks.

Up ahead was a door. I almost missed it, what with all the twisting and climbing I was doing in my frantic escape from the manic rabbit. That familiar tall wooden rectangle, this time outlined in a wood frame, the door already ajar, and instead of darkness I could faintly see red and purple through it. The beach, it had to be. I could barely breathe, my arm burned and ached and my brain was empty from pure terror. All I knew was that I had to run as fast and hard as I could.

The door was close now. The air was electric as the rabbit gained on me. I felt a vicious swipe of their claw down my back before I dove through the doorway, clawing at the sandy ground on the other side, pulling myself through. Dirty claw-tipped paws had a hold of my leg, and as the rabbit’s spiky teeth were about to pierce through my flesh and bone, I flung handfuls of sand back at their eye. They squealed in pained surprise and flinched back, eye squeezed shut, and with that one second of their grip loosened, I slid through the rest of the way through and slammed the door shut.

I couldn’t move. I ached everywhere from pain and fear. A horrible thought rushed through me and I frantically felt in my pocket. I let out a shaky breath as I opened my palm and stared at the unbroken fire starter. I quickly put it back safely in my pocket and pulled myself up to my feet.

“You made it!!” Amicus sounded relieved. He was waiting here for me on the beach as he’d promised, currently running down the sand to greet me.

“Barely,” I got out through gasping gulps of air. I was beyond relieved to see his familiar friendly face, for more reasons than one. I pulled him into a hug, trying not to look too relieved.

“Are you alright??” Amicus put a gentle hand on my back, wincing at the gash there.

I nodded. “That was the scariest thing I’ve ever done,” I said.

“Well just take a second to breathe. I know we don’t have a lot of time, but we need to think this one through. The doorway isn’t anywhere in town. I walked all around and even asked around. The only door people have seen is this one here.” Amicus stepped back and pointed to the door I’d come out of. "Although I don't remember it looking so… creepy."

I did as he suggested, taking in one long breath after another. I closed my eyes and thought about everything I knew about this place. “The island sways, as if its floating in the water,” I mumbled, almost to myself.

“But if it floats… wouldn’t it just rise with the tide? Like a boat?” Amicus asked.

“…Not if its still tied to the dock.” I looked up at the long bridge. Then I looked down at my shovel, then at Amicus. “I think I know what we need to do.”

Amicus nodded, already catching onto my train of thought. They helped me to my feet, then hurried with me to the bridge.

We made it across to the island. The crowd had already dispersed and moved into town. Amicus and I turned to where the end of the bridge was tethered to the island.

I put my shovel to work, quickly digging away at the dirt around the bridge posts. Amicus pried rocks out of the way and scooped loose dirt aside with his hands. Together we worked diligently to unearth the four bridge posts gripping the island tightly.

The sun set, pulling a blanket of night along behind it. Amicus and I worked as fast as we could. My arms were sore and my legs were still beat from all the running, but I shoveled as fast as I could.

Finally, I dug up the last shovel-full of sandy earth and tossed it away from the final pillar. With that, the whole island swayed, and the disconnected pillars now holding nothing but the sea fell away below us as the island lifted a small distance, then steadied. I turned to Amicus and smiled. We’d done it, we’ve saved the town and likely bought ourselves more time to search for the door as well.

“Are you… agents of our god?”

Amicus and I turned to see the town leader standing in the archway leading into town. I wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing there watching us.

“No. We’re just people, same as you,” I said.

“…My god… was supposed to save us. Why do I get the feeling that if you two hadn’t been here, we would have… been swept away?” the leader asked.

I thought about the rabbit's domain. The eyes covering the temples, the feeling that the whole place had been made to exist for far too long.

"I think the gods need us as much as we need them. Try not to ask for too much without offering to give anything in return," I said.

The leader thought about that for a long moment. "I wonder what a god would want." She turned, lost in thought, and walked back into town. As she left, the archway filled with the familiar plain wood boards of the doorway.

“The doorway!” Amicus cheered.

“The fifth and final place.” I took a moment to breathe. I turned and looked back at the now distant mainland. I could still see the other doorway, and… a figure standing on the beach, so starkly white they nearly hurt to look at. A figure with long rabbit ears.

I stared at the rabbit for a long moment, and they stared back. Then the rabbit turned and walked calmly back through the doorway.

“…Maybe they don’t like water?” Amicus guessed. He sounded relieved.

“Maybe.” I turned back to face the doorway. “Are you ready?”

“I am. And you know what? I really think we can do this. I just have this feeling, deep inside. It’s all going to end up okay,” Amicus said, smiling at me.

“A gut feeling?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“I always trust those.” I put a hand on Amicus’s shoulder. I smiled at my friend, then turned to face the doorway. We stepped through together.

#To be seen can be a powerful thing.#original story #eyndr tells a story #across the world #fictional death #fictional violence

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poisxnyouth · 1 year

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i have grown so detached from posting to socials that aren’t twitter but sometimes my head and heart feel so achy and journaling doesn’t quite scratch the itch

hello to everyone who reads

hi guys ik y’all know my fics but i just want to throw it out there that i was still in hs when i wrote them and i feel the need to say that obviously hs dave was not written with any malicious or creepy intent lol i was just in high school and a little delulu okay? not to mention dave is lowkey cancelled now anyways

my life trek after high school didn’t go as i thought it would; i had this vision of art school, a city, an escape, a change for the better where i could truly find myself. my senior year, just as (the one) application response i truly wanted to be a yes was supposed to arrive, covid took the world by its reins. and that application? solid no.

that summer, i spent it with my friends. i got a boyfriend, a real, committed one, and he had me convinced that God was not only HIS answer, but should always be mine too. he was the type of christian that was homeschooled, grew up in it, and while i think my actions were wholehearted, they were so obviously swayed. my 18th birthday, after he had gone to dinner with my family, we were in his car because there was no where else to go. we started fooling around, and suddenly, there’s his dad. standing in the window. you get the drift here? i didn’t get to speak to him for days after that. (we were both 18+.)

obviously that didn’t go over well, and we broke up a few months later. i was heartbroken for such a piss in a pot guy. working a dead end job already, and did about a semester of college before realizing i did not have the mental capabilities to be working and schooling at the same time. i chose work instead. it was a gut decision, and mainly because i wanted to move out.

july 2021, my dad was diagnosed with stage 3 colorectal cancer. what an interesting way to twist a family into knots. fuck cancer. i have never seen someone so weak and so, so, so fucking strong. my best friend’s dad had same type of cancer, stage 4, and our fathers were born one year and one day apart. every time it is my dad’s birthday, i think of john also. john passed in july 2022. i am very lucky to still have my father and it is a blessing i could never again take for granted. and i miss john too.

following the timeline…

i met my current boyfriend. well. i’d always known him. he was a best friend’s brother. (like the victorious song) i hung out at her house all the time, he was of course always there and always flirting. came out in a towel after a shower at some point, arms spread up on the door beams, and i really don’t think i could hide anything then. we’d started to have movie/tv show nights all together, and eventually it just happened. and i’ve never felt the same since. the love, the warmth, the respect, the understanding, the patience - truly, i do not think i could have picked better.

a month into our relationship, he moved 1.7k (i counted!) miles away to a little ski town in colorado. he said just for the winter season. as cold as it was, it was hell. it felt like he was a carrot dangling in front of me. he promised me that if he hated it he would come right back, and a very selfish part of me wanted him to hate it so badly just to come back. i didn’t want to just make memories with him over facetime. not in the primitive stages of our relationship, at least, but on the flip side, i knew that if we got through that, we will be okay through anything else.

i visited him one or two months in, and the day that i was leaving to go home, i distinctly remember looking at all my stuff packed up. he went in the bathroom before we drove to the airport, and i was already looking at jobs. i remember thinking, “hailey, you’ve been here once now. you’re going to move? that’s kind of silly. for a boy? just like that?”

…just like that, indeed. two more months later and he was picking me up from the airport with my four bags in tow. i was nervous. i was excited for this next step.

good god it was awful! i don’t think i’ve ever argued with someone as much as those few months. but we stuck through. i was also a raging hormonal bitch because of my depo shot. not an excuse but genuinely, i felt crazy. we picked it up in the last month or so of being there, and it was awesome. without the aching loneliness of being so far from home, it was independence and freedom. it was being able to love him freely, without care.

we moved back to florida after the snow started melting at the end of may. the ski resort had pretty much closed up shop anyhow. i went back to my old job. i did miss it and i did miss the people. but the days feel like weeks, and the weeks feel so long. i got too good at my job. it got boring. i’m still working it and i am still bored. everyone asks me questions they have because for some reason, i am the only one who has sat down with our computer and knows exactly what buttons to push. it does not take a genius and i am certainly not one.

since being back, we’ve gone on 3 vacations: a tiny home that is also a school bus, went to NYC for the first time !!, and skied the FUCK out of park city. it was honestly a great year between last june and now. but adulting is hard and sometimes the roster feels so full that inch by inch, a cinder block is attaching to me and i’m sinking underwater. drowning in responsibilities LMFAOOOO

so we’re moving back in like two and a half weeks. i have that same feeling in my stomach but all i have wanted is to make a life of my own with this boy. no kids for a long time, just the process of settling down with him electrifies me.

honestly if you read down to here you nosy and i like u. lets be friends.

#i will probably delete this soon #read while you can HAHAHA #not riveting

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whump-a-la-mode · 2 years

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Hello, sorry to disturb! I really enjoyed the 'badly injured villain collapsing in their hero nemesis' arms cause hero has morals so they wouldn't hurt them' prompt whump that you wrote, would it be possible to request for a continuation? Thank you! (´꒳`)/

Oh, I absolutely loved that one! I really hope I got the right one, there’s a couple different things I’ve written that are somewhat close to that description. If not, I’m really sorry.

This is a continuation from here, which is such a fun one. That one was entirely angst, so here we have some good comfort! I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for your ask!

CW//Injury, eating non-food, talk of wounds, thoughts of death, hospital setting, mental breakdown, on the run

Their leg.

It had been the only thing Villain had had the capability to focus on, ever since a near brush with capture had left them with a terribly wounded limb. Every last time they’d awoken, shaking and shivering, their mind had snapped to their lower body.

To their leg.

Besides the heroes, relentlessly on their tail, their wounded limb had been the greatest threat to their existence, and their freedom, so far. In a normal life, perhaps, a broken leg would be only a mild point of annoyance. Something that forces one to use mobility aids for a period of time before the limb heals itself.

But Villain’s life, for the past few weeks, had been anything but normal.

There was nothing normal about living as a hunted animal.

That was exactly why, when Villain awoke, their mind did not immediately go to how they had gone unconscious in the first place. They did not find themself thinking about their environment, or the time, or anything else that was perhaps important.

No. They thought only about their leg. Every time they’d woken up, they were determined to keep stock of it. After all, day by day, it had been getting worse. Always worse. First, it was swelling. Then an unbearable, itchy redness, followed by a terrible numbness that seemed to ebb and flow with the weather.

What was it now? Was it still good enough to use?

The result of their physical inquiry had not been something Villain was prepared to handle.

Their leg was... okay.

Sure, it was still a little itchy, and still felt a bit odd. Yet, there was no swelling, no numbness. No numbness, and yet, no pain. They could still feel the leg, feeling the weight of something pressing down on it, but there was no pain associated with it.

It was that pressure that finally convinced them to open their eyes.

Blearily, a few times, Villain blinked, allowing the light of the waking world to filter into their eyes. Where were they? Were they still at that abandoned mall, or had they moved on to the train station? They couldn’t quite remembe-

They couldn’t see their leg.

Villain’s train of thought was cut off in a panic as they looked down, to the location where the limb should be. They took stock of nothing else around them, no, only the lack of a limb. Their eyes shooting around in a panic, they found that their other leg was gone too, and their pelvis, their torso-

Oh.

It was only then that Villain truly woke up to realize their surroundings. They were laying on a bed. Overtop of them, a white blanket, obscuring their lower body, which was most surely still in its proper place.

A... bed? A blanket?

Were they dreaming? They had no such luxuries, not as a hunted animal.

Then...

Somewhere in the room, a room that they had not so much as thought to examine just yet, an opening door creaked.

It was then that the memories of the night prior hit Villain like a truck.

The train station. That was where they had been hiding out, the abandoned train station, sleeping on a platform where thousands of prospective passengers had once paraded. Then, the shouting. The chase...

They’d been found. They’d fled, of course they’d fled, but with a bum leg holding them back, there was little to stop them from being herded right where the heroes wanted them.

A firing squad. Villain had been forced into a room, surrounded by armed foes, encircling them on an upper story catwalk. They did not remember pain... Did that mean this was the afterlife?

No. Not the afterlife.

If it had been the afterlife, Villain would not have looked up to see Hero. But, that was exactly what they did. In an instant, their heart caught in their throat as they struggled to sit up, to look at the world around them.

A hospital room. They were in a hospital room, on a bed, surrounded by blank white walls and every sort of machine. Was this some odd sort of torture? Putting adrenaline into their veins so that they could not die as they were being mauled, ravaged?

Their expression turned to one of utter horror as they met the eyes of their foe. Hero was... smiling? Not a wicked smile, not a grin. A true, soft smile.

Villain’s mind all at once associated that particular smile with one particular phrase:

“It’s only a tranq.”

When Hero had spoken those words, Villain had assumed them to be a joke. A little jab, a last laugh before they were torn to shreds by a thousand shots of lead.

Yet... There were still here.

Why?

They had been so ready to die. So much time running, so much time crying, failing to sleep... They’d been ready for the end of the hunt.

Yet, here Hero was.

Villain opened their mouth to speak, but found that no words managed to form. Hero filled the air for them:

“Hey, Villain. How are you feeling?”

That was when Villain’s spiraling thoughts managed to form into words on their tongue.

“How am I feeling? I- You were going to kill me! You should’ve killed me! You’ve been chasing me, I- I was eating grass and garbage and- I was done! My leg- I couldn’t keep going, I was done, I was finished, you were supposed to kill me! I lost! I failed!

I shouldn’t be here!”

By the time they were finished, Villain was panting, gasping for air, for sense, for anything.

How were they here?

Unthinkingly, they swooshed the blanket off from their body, revealing all that it had formerly veiled.

Their leg had been... wrapped in a cast? A blue plaster cast, beautifully done, with clean edges and all. Far better than the branch and rope they’d tried to splint it with. And the rags they’d called clothes for the longest time... They were gone. Replaced by a sort of gown, designed solely to keep them warm, with little thought as to style.

Help.

They were supposed to be killed! Shot! Shredded!

A deer in the scope of a dozen hunters.

Now, they were in a hospital room, their bum leg casted and healing.

With wide eyes, Villain looked up at Hero. Their foe looked just as surprised as they did, yet, in the very opposite angle.

Why was Villain surprised at such basic decency?

“Um...”

It was clear that Hero worked far more often in combat than in counseling.

“Do you want some soup?”

#villain whumpee #whump.#whumpblr #whump community #whumper.#whumpee #hero villain whump #hero villain writing #hero x villain #whump writing #hero villain prompt #whump prompt #whump ask

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bernthal-brainrot · 3 years

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☆ 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 | 𝒄.𝒆.

･*:༅｡𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ smut/NSFW (vaginal intercourse, doing it in the bed of a truck, graphic/inappropriate descriptions), use of alcohol, language, cute Chris, ranchhand!Chris au

･*:༅｡𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Ever since you could remember, you dreamed of getting out of your family’s ranch and staring in movies, making it to show biz and becoming big. But when you miss your chores as a result of an audition, your family’s ranch hand covered for you. You plan on repaying him.

･*:༅｡𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: Please enjoy. This thought wouldn't leave my little rat brain so I'm writing it out. It isn't entirely logical or makes complete sense, but I'm writing it anyway. This is literally just fantasy brain-rot so please excuse any plot holes or anything that doesn't make any sense.

The wind blew softly, ruffling the rows of corn with a gentle pull, the golden blanket over the field ready to be harvested before anyone knew it. You watched it, letting it entrance you as you near the window, your leg bouncing up and down.

Any minute now, a red 1990 Ford pickup truck would travel its way down the road, transporting just the person you wanted to see.

Your family took great pride in their ranch. Everyone played their part, and if they didn't, there were consequences. Your parents had a strong sense of community, the land being quite expansive, most of the money being made off cattle.

But yesterday, you had broken the one big rule they had for you: finish your duties before you go out.

Yet, this was something you valued much more than just mucking the stalls of the horses and moving around bails of hay. Ever since you could remember, you wanted to be a star. A movie star. That's why you snuck off in the early hours of the morning, before anyone else was awake, to drive to an audition a few hours away.

You knew for sure that when you got back, your parents would be fuming and inevitably curse you for it. Yet when you got home that night, there was no such thing. Your parents were as normal as ever.

You had rushed to check the calendar, your mother being the queen of making too many lists to handle. In red marker, one single name was written.

Christopher Evans.

He had covered for you. Saved you from the terrifying and undefeated wrath of your parents. Did all your work so you wouldn't be scolded. You had only spoken to him a few number of times. Once a week at best, and even then it was either about his work or meaningless small talk.

You wanted to thank him, it was the least you could do. He did a kind thing, all so you could attempt your dreams.

So now here you were, your head perking up as you watched his truck drive up the way, the dust from the dirt road lifting up around it like steam would a boiling pot.

You watched the vehicle come to a stop, the driver's seat door opening to reveal only a silhouette, the dirt still too thick to make out his face. You watched the dust clear, only to see his back, his legs carrying him to the barn just a couple yards away.

You got up from the table in a hurry, rushing to the front door, shoving your boots on, and yelling out a quick goodbye to your mother. You flew the door open, and rushed down the steps, watching as Chris finally turned a corner and slipped into the barn.

At last, you reached the door, the sound of hay bails being moved around the only indication he was inside.

"Chris?"

Your voice was smaller than you wanted it to be. It had a subtle tremor to it, making your face heat up just slightly.

"Hey, Hollywood," he smiled, winking at you.

Ah, your beloved nickname. During one of the far and in-between conversations the two of you had, you told him how badly you wanted to leave the ranch. Become a star. Make your own large amount of income. Hence the nickname.

"So uh... I just-," you paused, realizing you hadn't really planned out what you were going to say.

"If it's about the chores thing, don't worry about it. I already got all my stuff done, thought I would help you out. I know how your parents can be, and I have a pretty good idea I know why you left. You wouldn't have gone if it wasn't important to ya."

A smirk graced your lips at the slip of his Boston accent.

"I just wanted to say thank you. You didn't have to."

"I know I didn't have to. I wanted to, sweetheart."

Oh god. The nickname had more of an effect on you than you wanted it to. Chris was an extremely attractive man, and all these nicknames very well might be the end of you.

"Do you drink?" you broke the awkwardness with the sudden question, "How about we go out to that bar. Off Yellowstone road? Heard they have good margaritas."

"Hey, as long as you're buying," he put his hands up in defense.

"Deal."

- - - - -

By the time you got to the bar, the sun was setting over the mountains, giving way to the moon and stars. A full moon nonetheless.

"You ever been here before?" he asked, hopping out of the truck.

"No. And I take it you haven't either."

"Nope."

You quickly made your way up next to him, and that was where you realized how much bigger than you he truly was. A single hug could most likely completely if not mostly engulf you, his hands bigger than your face. And god, those fingers-

"You comin' or are ya just gonna stand there?" he smirked, his pearly whites peaking behind his lips.

"Yeah, sorry," you shook your head, this man truly made you a mess.

He pushed the doors open, a soft tune coming from the jukebox in the corner, the old wood floors creaking with every step you and Chris would take.

Pulling up a seat at the bar, the bartender greeted you both with a polite hello.

"I'll have a Blue Moon. What about you, darlin'?"

You squeezed your thighs together subtly once hearing yet another nickname that made you practically preen for him.

"I'll just have a Sex on the Beach please," you managed to rush out, the bartender nodded before disappearing to the other side of the bar.

"Why'd you do it?"

Your voice caught Chris off guard, his head tilting slightly to the side like a confused puppy.

"Do what?"

"Do my stuff. Why'd you do it? If you had gotten caught, you would have lost your job."

Your father was a stern man, this you both knew, and the concept of Christopher risking his livelihood all for an almost silly childhood dream baffled you.

Chris let out a chuckle as a charming smile graced his face, his head shaking from side to side. Of you didn't know any better, you'd say he was embarrassed.

"Because. I used to have the same dream," he admitted.

Your mouth dropped in shock, your eyes growing wide, "You? You wanted to act? Can you imagine that? Chris Evans, an actor?" you laughed out.

"Yeah, yeah. According to the people that saw me act, I wasn't all too bad at it."

"Well what made you quit?" you questioned, now fully intrigued.

"I was planning on going to LA to truly pursue my dream. Become an actor and all. That was until my uh...," he paused, cringing slightly, "My mother got incredibly sick. Had to get a job to support her and medical bills, along with feeding my brother and sisters. Eventually, I got a job at your folk's ranch... and I was too far gone to try and do it again. So now here I am. But I wish more than anything that I could have that chance. And I'd hate for you to lose out on the same opportunity I did."

You paused for a moment, nibbling on the inside of your cheek, your eyes scanning his face. Reading his expression. Maybe he cared for you more than you thought he did.

Finally, you leaned forward, engulfing him in a hug. You had no intentions of letting go once he reciprocated, his big bear arms wrapping would your waist, yours around his neck.

"Thank you, Chris," you whispered, feeling him put his forehead in the crook of your neck.

The sudden clink of glass against the wood of the bar made you both jump, the intimate moment cut short by the bartender setting down a pair of glasses.

With an awkward nod, he disappeared as quickly as he came about, knowing that he was interrupting a seemingly important interaction.

Finally noticing how close you truly were, you pulled away quickly, giving him a shy smile before sitting up straight in your seat, sliding your cocktail over, and taking a small sip.

. . . . .

"No! No, you can't do that, no! Chris!" you laughed, your face lit up with the colored fluorescence of the pinball machine.

Both of you had been drinking quite a bit, and after some constructive and flirty conversation, you decided to use what you had left to try your hand at the Elvis Presley-themed pinball machine in the corner.

Now here the two of you were, Chris looming behind you, his hands resting on top of yours, messing with the pressing of the buttons, trying to screw you up.

"Chris, nooo, please let me get this one! Come on, it's my last ball," you protested, feeling him lean his chin on your shoulder, less tipsy than you were.

"Aww, come on darlin', just trying to have a little fun...," you could hear the smile in his voice as he talked into your ear, the warmth of his chest against your back a little bit more noticeable than it was before.

"Chris-" you began, but before you knew it, it was too late, the ball slipping past the flippers, dropping into the slot below, a disappointing jingle playing from the machine, signifying you lost.

"Aw, I'm sorry, must have distracted you,"

The sexual tension was palpable now, the teasing tone in his voice off-putting. But maybe it was the alcohol in your veins making you think what he was saying was something it wasn't.

But a sudden idea popped into your brain, making you chuckle to yourself.

"I have an idea," you started, turning around in his arms, "You good enough to drive?"

. . . .

"Just to the right," you pointed from the passenger seat to a hardly noticeable turn in the dirt road you were currently on.

Dust clung to the air around it like a vice. The radio softly played what seemed to be Johnny Cash, but the volume was too low to tell.

You felt the car turn and stop over the top of the hill, and Chris almost let out a soft gasp. A hill lifted the two of you over the plains of where you were, giving you a perfect view of the full moon and all the stars. That was the only good thing about living in a rural area, you were too far away from any serious pollution to have it cloud the night sky.

"Holy shit," Chris cursed, looking at the moon ahead of him.

"Come on, let's head to the back, I know you have your blankets in the backseat." you chipped, opening your door and walking around the truck to open the tailgate.

By the time Chris paid down with you, a thick winter blanket protecting the both of you as you huddled together, you were already awestruck by the stars. The glittering lights practically put you in a trance.

Chris watches you as you watch the sky, his arms wrapped around you, so small compared to him. You looked like an angel in the moonlight, your arm draped across his broad chest.

"I think I'm taking you with me."

Your voice shattered the long silence, Chris snapped out of his romanticizing daydream as he raised a brow.

"Pardon?"

"I'm taking you with me. Once I get famous, I'm gonna take you with me. Live in a house in the hills. Far away from anyone else... quiet, and cozy."

Chris couldn't help but let his thoughts wander thanking about the possibility of a life with you. Getting out of the small town he spent his entire life in and finally living the dream—the opportunity— he thought he missed.

"You really think so?" he smiled to himself.

You finally met his eyes, and you felt your heart melt as you lost yourself for a second.

“Yeah. I do.” Words couldn’t describe how star-struck you were by him, the feeling of his skin on yours feeling just a bit warmer.

It could have just been the lighting. Or the crickets singing a serenade. Or perhaps it was the full moon reflecting in his baby blues that drew you in.

But before you knew it, your lips met his in a soft, impulsive kiss. Your hands gently traveled up the back of his neck and into his soft tufts of hair, tangling themselves together.

His grip on you shifted, his hands drifting down your soft skin a haze of lust, his large hands gripping onto the supple muscle of your hips, easily helping you straddle him.

The gentle kisses began to morph into something needier-- passionate-- Chris subtly slipped his tongue between your lips, making you let out a barely audible gasp.

After what felt like hours, the two of you released the other, practically gasping for air. You gazed at each other’s faces, taking in the ethereal sight of the other’s eyes. A sight neither of you ever wanted to forget.

Love was such a foreign ideology, something you believed in the pages of a book or pictures on a screen. But right here, right now, every love song you had ever heard began to make more sense.

“I want you,” you would whisper, barely audible over the light breeze of the night.

Chris knew there would be hell to pay in the morning, especially if your parents found out, but the only thing on his mind at the moment were your honeyed lips and how good they tasted on his.

His hands drifted down your body before grasping at handfuls of your ass, squeezing and kneading whatever he could reach. God he wanted you.

You let him unbutton your pants before pulling them off of you, his pants going next. Both of your hands were clawing at each other’s clothes until there was nothing left but skin on skin.

Straddling him, your clit rubbing up against his bare erection that laid flat against his hips. You ground your hips in hopes of the tension being released, whining in anticipation.

You lifted yourself up, your fingers gently wrapping around his shaft, before positioning it at the gates of your thresh hold, before slowly sinking down on it.

Both of you moaned at the tight fit, his shaft somehow feeling larger than it looked, feeling every ridge and vein as it slipped deeper and deeper inside of you.

Your lungs were gasping for air like you were drowning, Chris' hands flying on your hips as he did his best to keep you balanced. Finally, after what felt like forever, you were completely sat on him, feeling so full that it pained you, waiting until you were comfortable enough to move.

The wait was anything but boring, Chris looking at you on top of him like you were the only girl he could ever love. You were stunning, already taking him so well and he hadn't even started thrusting yet. He couldn't lie about the number of times he thought about this, or at least something like it, late at night when he was sure nobody was around.

He was just thrilled that at long last, his dreams were coming true.

"C-Can I move?" you muttered out, your hands resting on his chest.

"Go on, princess. Make me proud," his words were a low grumble that sparked something inside you, a small smile cracking across your face before you finally lifted your hips and began to move.

You both groaned at the sensation in the most sensitive parts of your bodies, feeling the warmth of each other's touch as you felt yourself bounce up and down on his cock, your movements getting more frantic and hungry.

"Fuck, my needy girl, you feel so good, such a good fucking girl," words of praise spilled from his mouth as he felt your tight cunt drag across his member, his chest feeling hot -- boiling --, a tight knot forming in his groin.

You felt the same feeling, chasing after the euphoric snap of release, getting so close you were almost tasting it as you rode him faster, your mind melted into putty. So this was what it was like to be cockdrunk, you would think.

"Come on, princess, I can feel you getting tighter," he urged, taking his thumb and rubbing tight, quick circles on your puffy clit, "Cum for me baby," he pushed, and you could only nod.

He bent his legs at the knee before positioning himself, hastily starting to fuck himself up into you, chasing his own release.

"You want it?" he asked.

"Yes, Yes, please, I want it, I want you to fill me up," you begged, feeling yourself slip into a pleasured headspace.

You felt yourself let go into orgasm, closing your eyes as all your muscles tensed up, your body shaking as you almost blackout. You felt warmth bloom inside you. Your body fell limp against his, both of you panting, trying to catch your breath like you just ran a mile.

Chris lifted you off of him, placing you softly to the side before wrapping his arms around you, basking in the aftermath.

You gently kissed his chest, before letting your eyes closed, slipping into a gentle sleep.

Chris knew that there would be consequences, but right now, he knew that this is where he wanted to be. Even if he knew you wouldn't stay forever.

Yes, I know it wasn't the best, I might come back and edit it at a later time, sorry for any typos or grammar issues.

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