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strawberrysnoopy · 3 months

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ACT ONE: The Photo Shoot, part one

prologue

summary of the series: for months, leon has been writhing in his bed dreaming of his friend's wife (you). he's been fighting the desperation for months until that one night you bring up a lingerie shoot you've done for a prestigious brand.

summary of this part: recalling the first time you and leon met, you've realized you've been poorly treated by your husband. leon is no different, in a toxic relationship with his wife, ada wong. as the seeds of resentment have begun to germinate, the desire for you grows like a brush fire nearby.

warnings: MENTIONS OF PUKE, BUT NOT ACTUAL PUKING, leon teaches you how to smoke (i don't wanna see no dumb stupid comments about "oh but leon hates smoking", well leon isn't disloyal but here we are), brief use of (adjective) girl (atta girl, good girl, silly girl), praise, mentions of misogyny (not from Leon ofc), awkward, tense ass convos, a fuckton of desc. and a little description, no sex (yet ;) ), cussing, descriptions of fucking, descriptions of masturbation, semi-public masturbation, almost caught masturbating, slight corruption kink (? if you squint), alcohol consumption, use of tobacco, smoking, implied sexual references, etc.

also a/n, writing this as of feb. 2nd, 2024: 60 notes?!!!!! i was writing this for my own personal pleasure but like...??!?! i got reblogged so many times?! im gagged, tysm you guys!!! making a playlist rn, so excited to release the soundtrack. if you see little random edits, i'm probably obsessing over the fic and trying to make it perfect lol/anticipate changes. i would also like to write I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING! always communicate with your partner, discuss issues, etc. this fic is just a lil’ taboo type of fantasy, do NOT cheat on your partners.

The first time you met Leon was at a grocery store: two weeks before your husband would have any idea of his existence and one week before he had invited Leon and his wife, Ada, over for dinner. You were picking up a bottle of red wine for you and your husband under the guise of wanting something nice for date night. The reality would actually be you were buying it for yourself after your husband decides you're not worth his affections anymore, lazily mosey on over to the spare room, and pull out his phone to text other women. The wine would be something to drink to inebriate you while you watched a shitty re-run of a sitcom from the 90s. Maybe if you got lucky, Golden Girls was on.

He was only browsing, stumbling upon the liquor section and staying to look if there would be anything worthwhile. And there was. It was you. He knew he had to think of something witty, something cool people say, before you left and thought he was some creep staring at you because he saw a smidgen of your breasts in a magazine. "You're a famous model, right?" He asked. Oh, how stupid he felt. He was a chronic overthinker: thinking of every last terrible scenario, a trait he picked up after becoming an agent. This had certainly felt like one of the worst options he picked, especially with how you would-- You interrupted him. "Yeah, that's me." The subtle sweetness, the slight rasp in your voice was better than anything any street drug could offer with the amount of dopamine flooding into his brain: overloading every neuron, synapse, dendrite, and cell membrane in his body.

But for whatever reason, he stretched his hand outwards and lazily grinned towards you. "I'm Leon." "Nice to meet you. Well, I'd say my name but y'know..." He nodded in an awkward agreement before you could even finish your sentence, but not daring to go as far to interrupt you. He felt as if he already started off the conversation with a cumbersome beginning. "Right, right. So, that's your real name? I see a lot of models use stage names n' stuff like that." He adjusts his weight from one foot to the other, switching the hand holding his grocery basket from his right to his left. He felt so...awkward around you. Maybe it was the fact you were a famous model, or maybe it was the fact you were just so calm. The joke causes a soft chuckle to leave your lips and the mere look of a fleeting moment of bliss to cross over your features makes his knees turn into gelatin. Those nerves solidify into stone when the overwhelming sense of guilt hits him like a tidal wave but allows it to wash over him for the sake of continuing the conversation.

"Yeah, just my regular name. I'm not that creative outside of modeling. Usually the photographers do the thinking and the creative processes for me." He chuckled, shaking his head and barely moving himself a little closer. Leon wanted to sink in that gentle, warm, and soft presence you carried around with you. Your aura felt comforting: like a hug after a tough day: it had felt so much more different than his wife. True, Ada could be affectionate but that's usually only after something good has happened to her or Leon was her last resort of attention. He really hated how much he would act like an obedient dog, awaiting her arrival home, coming back to her after she's treated him like dirt. You? You felt so goddamn altruistic and considerate. And he's only known you for three minutes.

You notice he's gone silent and you're silently hoping he thought you were cool. Cool. Like a teenager trying to fit in. You silently cringe at yourself until he smiles at you, almost like he's signaling you to continue the conversation. You can't think of any conversation starters. And you're a model for gods sake. You're usually so outgoing and social with other people but now it's like a cat came by and stole your voice box. Thankfully, he takes over that portion for you. "Buying wine?" He knew it was dry as all hell but he wanted to steer the conversation away from him being a fan of your modeling gigs. No, he just wanted to talk to you and discover what you were like behind the camera. (Okay, and maybe he wanted to see if you'd flirt with him.) "Yup. But I'm just buying wine for..." You paused, about to say 'for me and my husband' but your throat becomes dry whenever you feel like you're about to announce it to him. "...Myself."

He smiles. He likes that you're awkward in real life. The fact made you feel more real, like you weren't just some sexy model with expensive tastes and a bratty attitude. You were a person like anyone else.

"Right. Me too, just uh...just browsing." You nod, fidgeting anxiously with the sleeves of the coat you decided to toss on last minute before leaving the house.

The conversation went on to end when you eventually realized you would be home late. Although you thought that worrying your husband a little would be the thing that reignited the spark in your marriage, you knew that punctuality was a habit you'd like to upkeep. That, and you also knew if you talked to this handsome stranger for longer, you'd cheat on your husband. That night, Leon had fallen asleep to the thought of you for the first time. Soft little visions of pressing his lips against yours, caressing your cheek softly and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, etc, etc, cheesy lovey dovey bullshit. So much more different than the truly filthy thoughts he had about you nowadays. You're torn from your conversation with your friends when you make eye contact with him. You can practically feel his eyes travel from the hair at the highest point on your head to the very last bit of your black, leathery heels with perfect pretty pearls embellished on the pump. For a moment, you feel like you're trapped in some type of horny labyrinth while you stare longingly at him.

He's ripped out of his own longing by the feeling of your husband's hand slapping his back. Ada sat beside Leon with her arm protectively wrapped around his bicep. You felt as if the gesture were a signal to everyone at the party that Leon belonged to her. He was under her control, nobody else's. Or maybe the protective message was for her husband, as if he was an unruly friend to her husband. And you could agree with that. You fell in love with your husband because he was wild and care-free but after the diamond ring was slipped onto your ring finger, you realized he was also carefree in the sense that hurt you: talking to other women behind your back, and leaving for days at a time only to come back inebriated. But you stood by his side, no matter what. You hated how you felt like a doormat but you didn't know what else to do besides stay married and play the role of an oblivious wife while your husband fucks other women in various positions. In a way, you and Leon sat in the same loveless boat. Who knew when that same boat would be shaking from the violence of the both of you fucking, clothing pulled out and to the side instead of being fully taken off. Your thoughts become interrupted by an unmistakably handsome voice.

"Hey."

You feel a hand being placed upon your lower back except it's so much more different than your husband's. The palms were rough, callouses inside the nooks and crannies, and pulsing veins make you all dizzy if you thought about it for too long. His voice was dampened with some undertone of lust, his fingers prodding into the skin of your sides. He's always been a little too handsy for a man that's supposed to happily married. But you always figured touch was how he communicates: touch. But he's never touchy with your husband. Or any of your friends. And he missed you? Sure, your're friends due to the fact your husband was friends with Leon. (Even though you met him first, but I digress.) The simple phrase had your mind reeling, cheeks flushed red due to the hidden intimacy of it all. His wife shoots him a look and his hand immediately retreats back to his side, fighting the urge to palm the engorged erection struggling against the seam of his boxers. "Haven't seen you in so long, hm? Thought you disappeared on me for a minute." He's holding his facade of being totally and irrevocably in love with Ada up and steady. Like he had no feelings for you other than being friends.

"Of course not." You murmur, feeling a hearty chuckle reverberate from his chest. He takes his index finger and his thumb and gently swiping it against your chin.

"Atta girl." And of course, with how hoarse his voice is, your panties are instantly puddled with a thick pool of arousal. You hate his stupid, thick, sexy, and deep voice. You especially hate his voice whenever you imagine him degrading and praising you whenever your husband was away and you just happened to have your hand down your underwear, playing with your clit to ease the throbbing impulses you felt for Leon. He gives your back a single pat before moving back to stand beside his wife. You really hate that you feel jealousy flare like wildfire within you, but you brush it off.

Everyone would eventually be drawn to the several dining tables that were arranged in a group and had golden candlesticks and smooth white tablecloths on top. Once you are seated, you observe that Leon appears to be striving extra hard to guarantee his place beside you. He looks right at you for a brief moment. And only then can you see, just a hint of thirst sprouting in his eyes, before he glances away from you and gives Ada a quick smile while patting her thigh.

It's only a few minutes before Leon decides to break the awkward silence.

"How's that modeling gig going?" You nod, gulping down way too much champagne.

"Good, been going good. Have to admit it gets a little boring posing in front of the camera after a while but can't bite the hand that pays you, right?" You joke, and the table laughs with some sense of jealousy. "Nice to hear. What was your latest shoot?" He asked, leaning forward in a sudden rush of intrigue. Then those words pass your lips. Words he had never anticipated, even in his wildest guess (oddly.)

"A lingerie shoot. For Chanel." The table goes quiet. And everyone, including your dumb-ass husband, look at you. Someone (Ada) clears their throat in the dining room, hinting at you to elaborate and it's almost like you suddenly developed to ability to hear from light years away.

Leon, who had just finally got his goddamn boner under control feels his cock twitch back to life, fully hard instead of a semi this time. And correct him if he's wrong, but he starts to feel pre-cum smearing his dress pants. He's thankful he chose the black slacks instead of his lighter colored ones otherwise this would be downright humiliating.

"Sorry, um...I did an intimates photo-shoot for Chanel a few weeks ago for their new line of clothing." That seems to help lighten the mood a lot more because everyone goes back to their conversation with their respective friends, the embarrassing "confession" from you immediately leaving their minds. "The theme was Overtime. Like, staying later in the office with my shirt unbuttoned and stuff. Nothing that interesting."

The table simultaneously nodded, Leon going as far to excuse himself for a cigarette.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go have a smoke." Leon scoots out from his seat, heading towards the upstairs balcony to take care of business. Asshole, leaving me with his mean ass wife.

You decide to join him outside.

The air had finally gotten too tense, felt too judgmental for your taste. Scampering outside, you're met with the sight of Leon smoking a cigarette outside. That's odd: you've usually pegged him to be the straight-laced, no-nonsense type of man yet here he was, smoking a cigarette while leaning against the balustrade of their friend's top floor home. At the sound of the balcony door opening, he turns his head to see what you're doing out here. His eyes scan you, almost like he would while he's in combat but it's more or less to get another glimpse of the outfit you were wearing tonight. Okay, and maybe he wanted to commit the sight of you to memory.

"You alright?" He asked, trying his best to look straight forward when you step closer and cross your arms over the balustrade.

"M'fine, just needed a minute of fresh air, I think." When you sit beside Leon, there's a few things you notice. The first was his outfit. A white button-up that usually would be covered by his black suit jacket, though he left it behind on his chair in the dining room. There's also mentioning his blacks slacks, fitting his muscular thighs a bit tight but loose enough so they're comfortable. Then there's the dress shoes, ones he wore at his wedding due to how overly formal they looked. Maybe he wanted to get some more use out of them? Who knows.

"What about you? Why are you out here?" You decided to be the one to take the reigns since the air outside had become incredibly awkward as well. "Same. Thought I'd take a minute of fresh air, you know?" The second thing you notice about Leon is how much he calms you. More importantly, how much you never noticed that you were anxious when you were around others. He had this aura of relaxing or maybe you were just buzzed, who knows that either? Maybe it's the cigarette, speaking of...

"I haven't smoked since college. Cigarettes, I mean. Don't think I even know how to do it anymore." The confession makes his head tilt to the side, now taking more of an interest in the conversation than before. He grinned wolfishly, taking your chin in one of his thick and strong hands and pulling your head forward. For a second, you could almost be dumb enough to think he'd be moving in for a kiss. Of course not. You'd never be that lucky. "Open f'me, sweetheart." And like an obedient puppy, you opened your mouth just enough so your pretty pink-shaded lips could be parted. He placed the cigarette on your lip, the moisture making the filter stay in your mouth alongside his index and middle finger holding it up, thumb brushing your chin. Little hazes of grey smoke dance along your tongue without even taking a sip of the smoke yet, your lips trembling with a lustful agony. "Now close your mouth..." He whispered, his damp and hot and horny breath hitting your ear like an affectionate declaration of love. "And inhale."

You close your lips around the cigarette, faintly tasting the flavor of him where he had sucked on the cigarette. You got notes of citrus, rum or some expensive, top-shelf label of whiskey he used to help quell the pain he experienced on grueling missions, tobacco, and maybe even the slightest hint of his wife's lipstick. Chanel's Rogue Allure, if you had to guess correctly. "...Now hold it..."

You held it. "Silly girl." He whispered, pulling the cigarette away from your lips while you slowly exhaled the rest of the smoke you've been holding in your mouth and then some. You can't tell if it's because of the alcohol, Leon's presence, or your mere anxiety but you begin to feel dizzy. Thankfully Leon seems to swoop in with his questions to keep your head in the game. Bless him.

"Why'd you need a minute, huh?"

For a minute there, you didn't know how to respond. Looking down at the leathery pumps you chose for the evening, you begin to wonder why you even chose them instead of answering his question. But you answered him. Eventually.

"I'm just tired. This whole night just seems a bit…” You gesture to the party in the background. “Fake. I don’t want to be here."

He hummed in agreement, but it felt like more of a signal for you to keep going. "I'm also just terrible at making conversation. Especially when it's awkward and silent."

His eyes flicker down to the pumps he'd already stared at tonight, not finding an interest in them anymore than your own body. He tucked his lip between his teeth, pulling the pink flesh away from his mouth before he spoke up again. "You're not that bad, you know? I think you're pretty good. How about this?" He pauses. Then a beat passes.

"Tell me something true. Tell me something you wouldn't brag to anyone about." He moved his cigarette to rest on the balustrade instead of the space between his fingers. "Something that's yours...and only yours."

You look at Leon with wide eyes, mouth agape as you struggle to answer his question. Your eyes rake down his face from the space between his eyebrows to his parted, pink lips: just a little chapped from the cold chill of the night air. You wanted to kiss him. All of those times you've had him over for dinner, all of those times you've spent with your hand down your panties while your husband was away on "business": dreaming of his best friend, Leon, and god, all of those times you thought about throwing caution to the wind and leaning in to press your lips against his: the sum of all of those moments had you quivering for more.

But you'd never cheat. You have a reputation. You have a husband that gifted you the pretty diamond ring on your finger. But how did it always feel so...impossible? Like you couldn't live another day if you weren't able to fuck Leon like a rabid dog in heat. But he was staring at you, almost as if his eyes were laser beams and searing holes into your skin: you had to answer.

"I don't know what I could tell you that's only mine." You chew on your lip. "Huh. How about..."

How about the fact I wanna kiss you? I wish it was you I was in bed with rather than my stupid, cheating husband? The fact you are so much hotter than him?

"I hate being a trophy." And that brings the biggest grin on Leon's face. A massive shit-eating grin. Leon had gone stir crazy. He wanted to peel your entire being open, see all of the nooks and crannies of your soul and devour it whole. But now wasn't the time to scare you away: even if he wanted to fuck you, you were still a friend to him. So he calmed down. "I can't say that's too surprising. I mean, who would? Being able to be pretty and have money being tossed at you is nice until you want something deeper. Then it seems like one of the only things that are scarce in your life."

You nod, letting out a breath of consolation. "That's exactly how I feel. Like my only purpose is to sit still, look pretty, serve my husband, and be a hole when he needs it."

His eyes become downcast, looking down at the garden on the ground level of the restaurant. "I get what you mean." The moment was interrupted by a waiter peeking out on the two of you: head poked outside of the door that lead to the outside area. He pulls his hand away from your soft skin and back to his side, sighing wistfully that tonight wouldn't be the night he gets to act on his desires for you. Damn it all to hell.

"You should head back. I'll be back, yeah?" You nod and within a few seconds, you've returned to your spot at the dinner table. He sighs, hand slipping down to palm at his erection. Fuck. Can't go back like this.

Just resist. You're just another woman. You have a husband, He thinks to himself, I'm married to a lovely woman. I am a faithful husband. The silent mantra he practices on himself works about as well as a band-aid on a bullet hole. Resist. God, but you looked so pretty tonight. That cute jewelry set you wore with your little black dress? Hot. The smoothness of your skin?

Resist.

But he can't stop picturing you on your knees in front of him, sucking on his cock. The sounds your perfect, wet mouth would make. How he'd ease himself down your throat. How you'd whine.

Resist.

Or how about when he could be fucking his cock into your tight, wet, and warm cunt? The tip of his dick kissing your cervix? Or what about the positions he could force your body into? Like having his arm around your throat, bicep curling into your mouth to muffle your moans from his wife hearing? Or how one of his hands would be gripping your hips while he needily plowed into your pussy, while you begged him to let up. Resist.

Resist.

Fuck it.

In the few moments after he's excused himself from you, he's already rushing to the upstairs bathroom of the restaurant: thanking the holy beings above for making it a single stall bathroom for his jerking pleasure. He hastily unbuckles his belt with one hand, other hand impulsively opening Twitter as a first resort to find some fashion fanatic post about the slutty lingerie photo-shoot you did for Chanel. Alas, you're still a bit of an undiscovered goddess in the modeling industry at the moment: so Google is his next best option. He pulls out his half-hard but hardening cock from his jeans before he can even find your photo-shoot and gives it a quick few pumps to ease the throbbing that's starting to build up in his loins. Eventually, he finds it. Thank fucking god because the creativity for his fantasies are beginning to run quite dry. And instantly he's grunting and groaning while he strokes his cock and scrolls through the multiple scandalous photos the photographers took of you.

"Fuck." He winces in pleasurable agony as he stares at quite possibly his favorite photo of you. The photo was in black and white: theme being "Overtime" like you mentioned. The white button up shirt was undone, revealing you had nothing on underneath, and allowed for the side of your perfect breasts to be revealed. If he squinted just a little harder, he could see your puffy nipples threatening to peek out of the shirt. He tried squinting a little harder to see your nipples a little easier. And oh my god. You have piercings?! He almost shot his entire load on the spot. God, he needed to fuck you. And hard. He groans as he feel himself get closer to orgasm. Closer, and closer, until--

"Leon?"

Fuck. It was you. God, of course you're so goddamn sweet, checking up on him to make sure he's okay. He didn't dare stop stroking himself off, especially not when he's got jerk-worthy material of you almost catching him. That's also not mentioning the soft intonations of your almost innocent voice right there. He's trying not to cum too quick, wanting to savor those images for as long as he could but he also realized his wife might start asking some questions and she wouldn't be on the other side of the door if she came upstairs. "F-fuck, yeah?" He responded after much too long of hearing your sweet voice. "Did you need something?" "Are you okay? I just got worried when you left. You've been gone for like..." You check your wristwatch: a classic and dainty Timex from the 80s with a blank band that wrapped around your wrist snugly.

"Fifteen minutes. Do you need water? Ibuprofen?" He shakes his head as if you could see him while he continues to jerk himself off, hand swirling in a sort of cranking motion as he tries to work his cock to orgasm. But his pre-cum isn't coming out fast enough, not as fast as the pumping motions his hand was doing right now, so he spits in his hand before bringing his palm back down to his cock and lathering his dick in spit. You believe him enough to think he might be getting ready to vomit.

"Nah, jus'...ngh, drank too much, I think." Please keep talking, He selfishly thinks to himself. "Oh, okay. Well, if you need anything, just text me?" He nodded, grunting out a thank you while he continues to dream of ruthlessly fucking you until you're embedded into his mattress. He wants you. He needs you. He feels himself get a little closer until he finally releases into his fist. His hot and sticky cum ran down his palm while the waves of post-orgasmic bliss and post-nut clarity simultaneously moved together as one. For a few minutes, he's panting like a rabid dog in heat until his breath eventually stills and he's able to walk downstairs and look his wife in the face while giving her the impression that he definitely didn't just masturbate to his best friend's wife. When he sits down at the table, the first person he makes eye contact with is you. You smile at him, mouthing a "you okay?" because, of course, you're still worried about him being sick. He nods with a grin peeled onto his face. Because he came to the sound of your voice. And you didn't have a fucking clue.

credits: snoopy divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more heart divider by @saradika-graphics

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apt502-if · 6 months

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Hi Nik!!!!!! I found this IF just yesterday and Im honestly obsessed already so kudos to you for that 💕💕💕💕💕 It just already feels so warm and fun (which I guess is obvious,,,, sitcom and all) and I cant get the ROs out of my head

I was wondering if you could maybe sum up ✨ The Vibe ✨ of all the romance routes if thats not too much to ask??? Or if not, Im particularly obsessed with A already so any lil tidbits about their route would be Amazinggg 👀 TYSM 😘

Hi! ty ty ty im happy you enjoyed it! and im really glad that even with the angst it feels warm and fun bwahaha

hm ✨ The Vibe ✨ you say?

A: a lot of denial and distance. getting cheated on has made A hate love so it'll definitely be a case of fighting the truth. if you can't handle someone being distant or rejecting you (even though they don't want to) before the actual romance then....lol

Rainn: yearning, longing, groveling. Rainn trying to work through their own internal battle when it comes to being with MC.

Cal: obviously a love triangle but not really. there's an obvious 'right pick' only everyone but cal doesn't realize it. cal will be fighting themself and this is another route of cal trying to be distant. a lot of yearning and longing

L: L will reject love every time until they can't anymore. they will be with other people to try to get MC out of their head. if you're super jealous and can't handle a route in which the RO is with other people in the beginning then this one might be hard!

M: rivals to lovers. M is the kind of person who will tease tease tease. the vibe is very passionate very fast but also a lot of untangling the underlying rivalry between them

G: G is too cool for love. thats the vibe lol. their indifference/coolness makes it seem like they don't care so MC has to fight that

Secret RO: doing something they know they're not supposed to be doing.....

I love slow born and romances that aren't easy so! No route will be straight forward and I do like writing drama :P

#mail #about: the ros

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rxmqnova · 7 months

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Hey, could you write something like Yn and Wanda(or Nat, who you prefer), they are in bed, sleeping, and Yn normally cuddles, but one day, they were feeling hot or something and moves from her, so she notices that and was very sensitive and sad about that situation.

So when they woke up, she doesn't talk to Yn or kissed her, and she told her like, if she doesn't love her anymore

Cuddles

Y/N: 24 years old Wanda: 26 years old ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV Cuddling is my absolute favorite thing to do, especially with my girlfriend who gives the best cuddles in the entire world.

That's where I am now… laying in our bed, in my girlfriend's arms and watching our favorite sitcom while Wanda's running her fingers through my hair.

Lazy evenings like these are my favorite and Wanda's too. I feel like the two of us were just made for each other.

Wanda's hand stops moving soon though, so I look up only to find out my girlfriend fast asleep which brings a smile to my face. She looks literally like the most adorable human being when she's asleep. To be honest, she's always the most adorable human being, even when she's mad at me.

I carefully turn off the TV and decide to get some sleep as well. Then I cuddle up to my girlfriend again and close my eyes, trying to fall asleep.

I let out a quiet sigh after an hour of just laying and not falling asleep. I don't know why, but I feel so hot and Wanda's arms around me aren't helping it at all.

I sigh, carefully peeling Wanda off of me, and move to the edge of bed. Finally I'm not that hot, so hopefully I'll fall asleep soon.

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"Good mor-" I stop myself when I don't find my girlfriend on her side of the bed.

Wanda always waits in bed until I wake up, so we can go to the kitchen and have breakfast together. I furrow my brows and sit up. Maybe she was called on a mission and didn't want to wake me up, right?

I check up my nightstand for any note from her, but not finding anything. She didn't even leave me any message on my phone. That's really weird…

I quickly put on a hoodie and sweatpants, brush my teeth and head to the kitchen. Hopefully someone will tell me what's going on.

"Oh. Hi, Nat. Have you seen Wanda today?" I ask my best friend as soon as I see her walking the same direction as me.

"Hey. Not yet. I'm just going to the kitchen for breakfast. Wanna join?" She asks with a smile, nudging my shoulder with hers.

"Yeah" I sigh out and give her a weak smile back.

"Are you okay?" Natasha furrows her brows. Ever since I joined the Avengers, Natasha has been like a big sister to me.

"Yeah. Just worried about Wanda a bit. She wasn't in our room this morning and didn't even leave me a note" I sigh.

"You're being so dramatic, Y/N. She was probably just hungry or maybe she wanted to surprise you with breakfast to bed" Natasha rolls her eyes. "Let's go" She says and pulls me to the kitchen with her. "Look who's that" She smirks, pointing at Wanda who's eating her breakfast at the table.

I furrow my brows and walk over to my girlfriend. I put my hands on her shoulders, giving them a rub with my thumbs, and kiss the top of her head.

"Good morning" I smile at her when she looks at me.

"Morning" She mumbles and gets back into eating.

I shake it off and go to prepare my own breakfast. I guess she just had a bad sleep or something.

"What would you like to do today, baby?" I ask my girlfriend with a smile, sitting down opposite her with my own breakfast.

"I'm going for a walk" She answers coldly, standing up and walking away.

"Can I go with you?!" I call after her and get no response.

"What did you do to her?" Natasha asks, sitting opposite me and gesturing at Wanda with her head.

"I didn't do anything. I don't know what's gotten into her" I sigh.

"Looks like someone's in trouble" She smirks, making me roll my eyes.

"I am not. I didn't do anything… Well, I mean… unless I did something in her dream. Wanda had a dream once that you and I kissed… She didn't speak to me for the entire week" I explain, Natasha only chuckling in response. "What?"

"Nothing. You two just belong together. Remember when you were mad at Wanda, because she cheated on you with Vision in your dream?" Natasha raises an eyebrow and my eyes widen.

"Do you think she cheated on me with Vision?! That's why she's being so distant! Oh my god! Nat! What do I do now?!" I panic, looking into Natasha's eyes and hoping for help.

"Calm down. It won't be that bad. Wanda loves you, she'd never cheat on you. Just go to talk to her and you'll see" Natasha chuckles, shaking her head.

"Right. She wouldn't cheat on me, right? I'll just ask and she'll tell me" I assure myself and take a deep breath. "Okay. Thanks, Nat"

I immediately leave the table and rush back to our room before Wanda leaves for her walk.

Should I knock or should I just walk in? I mean… we share that room, but what if I actually did something that made her mad and just don't know what?

"Okay, Y/N. You can do it" I whisper to myself and open the door, finding my girlfriend putting on her hoodie. "Can we talk?" I ask nervously, closing the door behind me slowly. I sit on the edge of the bed, hoping my girlfriend will join me and we'll talk this through.

"There's nothing to talk about" Wanda says, already walking towards the door.

"Are you cheating on me?" I blurt out on which Wanda stops and turns around to look at me.

"Me? You are cheating on me" She states, tears forming in her eyes.

"Me? I would never cheat on you, Wands… Did you have that dream again?" I ask, standing up and walking closer to her, but Wanda only takes a step back.

"I am not stupid, Y/N. It's Natasha, isn't it? You don't love me anymore?" She asks, quickly wiping away the single tear that escaped her eye.

"Of course I love you, Wanda. Natasha is just a friend. You know she's like a big sister to me. I'd never ever cheat on you, I love you more than anyone in the entire universe" I tell her honestly, taking her hands in mine.

"Why did you move away from me last night then?" Wanda asks and I furrow my brows in confusion.

"What?"

"Why did you move to the end of the bed. We always cuddle and you just moved away" She repeats.

"Wanda, I felt extremly hot for some reason and couldn't fall asleep because of that… Did you seriously think I didn't love you just because I didn't cuddle with you during the night?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. I know how sensitive Wanda is about everything I do or not do, but this makes me want to laugh to be honest.

"Stop smiling. It's not funny, Y/N. I thought you didn't love me anymore" She sighs, giving me her 'this is serious, Y/N' look.

"Okay. Sorry" I chuckle. "Wanda, baby, I can assure you that I love you the most and that I really didn't cuddle with you only because I felt hot" I smile, receiving a small smile back.

"I love you too" Her smile widens, so I lean in and peck her lips with a kiss.

"Can I join you for the walk?" I ask, giving my girlfriend a smile and interlocking our fingers.

"I would love that" She smiles in response and pecks my lips once again.

I'm really glad we solved this out that quickly and everything is back to normal. I do need to remember to never stop cuddling with Wanda, even if I feel hot again…

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I tried my best, so I hope you enjoyed it!! <33

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#wanda maximoff #fanfiction #scarlet witch #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff fanfiction #avengers #the avengers

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ghostcathedrals · 6 months

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daddy issues toji whom you've bought lunch for because apparently him asking you to buy him lunch wasn't a joke. by a weird coincidence, you crossed the street when you saw him on your way to eat lunch during your 3-hour free time before your next class and then ofc he wouldn't reject your offer bc hey free food

the restaurant you're eating at has mostly glass pane for walls, so you have enough natural light when you study after eating. your table is big enough so it's not cramped when you're eating and studying. he steals your textbook away from your grasp bc apparently you look weird staring at your book while studying and your posture is very depressing. he's scooping food for himself while skimming through the semi-glossy pages of your textbook because he isnt that interested in reading all that shit in a ridiculously small font.

you finish eating ahead of him. "dunno why i'm still reading thick books like that when i'll amount to nothing anyway."

"you will amount to something."

"i won't."

"then you won't," he bluntly replies, skimming through your notes because somehow it's entertaining to him why you also write in ridiculously small font. "pessimism got me nowhere. besides, you're still reading this dumb book with small font. if you won't amount to nothing then you would've decided to drop out."

touché. perhaps his experience told him that. and maybe while you're still there, you shouldn't waste your opportunity like him. but he doesn't regret dropping out, it's just that his life path now would be extremely different from before. what he said rendered you silent.

but then he shuts your notebook and takes his last sip from the glass of cold water next to his empty plates. then stands up. "gotta go kid. gotta fix cars of ungrateful rich people." you look up at him, slightly dumbfounded, because you don't want him to leave so soon. you don't want to be alone for the next 1.5 hours. you guys barely talked because you were both busy eating. but you also know he has a life and you don't know him enough to demand more time with him.

what you do remember is this:

you asked him his age. "twenty-seven." you tell yours. "twenty-two."

the university he dropped out from is your university now. he didn't say anything but he did say his family hated him for dropping out esp because he's got potential and his father is current big boss of their family's business. since then, they never cared about him anymore. that's all he said and continued eating.

you asked why he's a fushiguro now and not a zen'in. he shrugged. "for the vibes." but that also meant because he didn't want to be associated with them anymore.

there's also this:

"my father left me because he said he's tired of playing the father figure as if our entire life was just a sitcom to him that he could just exit from," you told him.

he flipped a page, not looking up to face you. "i didn't ask."

rude?! you frowned. "excuse me?"

toji then looked up and even if it was merely just eye contact, you felt your gut twist. "i didn't ask you to say that type of stuff. it's personal and we barely know each other."

"you told me about your family," you retorted.

he scoffed. "because i have a habit of talking shit about them. 'bit refreshing." then he leaned back on his chair, hands on the back of his head. "and i don't care about whatever you'll do with that information."

"then that goes with my decision to open up, too."

he pressed his lips together for a brief moment and lean back closer to the table. "you're wasting your time. i dont give a fuck about what will happen about me if i share that much. you've still something for you, kid. don't trust strangers too much."

"you're not a stranger to me anymore."

"yeah?" he sarcastically smiles. "and what if i steal your shit when you go to the restroom and sell them online?"

you crossed your arms. "then i'll go to the restroom." you did without a second thought and didn't even let him react. you put your hands on the corners of the sink nervously. if he would steal your shit, then goddammit. but you were too tired for anything. same old academic burden, same old messy apartment. same old deadbeat father, same old careless mother.

with all the courage you had left, you went out of the restroom, only to see none of your shit taken and he's just reading your notes. "you can't just test someone's vanity like that, kid."

"if you're gonna be a fucking scum then, can't you just do it now just like every pther guy, just like my father?"

and before he stood up to refill his water, he replied with, "don't have the evil to do that to you, kid. i'd be fine with getting free food from you when you cry like a baby in the middle of the night."

and now he's leaving.

"do you wanna hang out again some other time?"

since he's standing up and you're sitting down. he looks down at you and ruffles your hair. "you don't deserve that. go back to your campus and study there."

as he exits the restaurant, you bite your lip in slight frustration. "he can't tell me what i deserve and what i don't."

this is gonna be a whole ass series atp.... would anybody be interested with a playlist for this

#jujutsu kaisen #toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji headcanons #toji zenin #fushiguro toji #daddy issues #the neighbourhood

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absolutely-not-my-main-blog · 14 days

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I need people to understand, as someone who was big into both Supernatural and Sherlock at 16-17 and never once felt the urge to ship Destiel or Johnlock or any of the other myriad of ships therein, as someone who was generally neutral or actively distasteful toward shipping culture at the time and thought people were always getting up in arms about or reading too much into things that weren't actually there, and even with explicitly canon/obviously going to be canon ships only had a vague secondary interest in them relative to plot... I took one look at Always Sunny and it was the *first* time where I was like, oh, oh, this is real, Macdennis is real, and even if it *maybe* started out as a joke as many of these things tend to do, it's not a joke anymore, and I don't think it's queerbait either, and you can see that in their writing choices, in their interview answers, in the silly, twisting/twisted and ridiculous, yet simultaneously complex and sincere dynamic, love story for the ages, greatest will-they-won't-they, while it shouldn't be your sole focus in regards to the show, this is something genuine to the fans, and genuine to the creators that they want done right, even if people who can't see it act like you've lost your mind, even if you yourself start to think you've lost your own mind every other day in those sobering moments because shit, yeah, Always Sunny is the first time I saw, I get it now, and I even get the appeal of all the other ships in the show, too. Even though it's a sitcom, even though it's "the meme show," they're clearly not just having a laugh, they have stake in this, their work and their characters, and all the relationships they've built on through the years, though silly, are earnest and serious to them, and thus become serious to us.

#iasip #text #anmmbposts #macdennis #into the queue with you for some random-as$ time #preaching to the choir but i need others to understand godd*mmit aaahh #because i've been seeing people being baffled and mean and all sorts of things again #not necessarily here but like in general elsewhere #no paragraph break for you just overcorrecting tripping over myself in stream of consciousness #i think i've made some variation on this post before no one look at me

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You know, sometimes you need to sit down with someone and find out why the stuff you're making, art or writing, is bad. I remember someone online trashing everything I wrote and I just wanted to know why, and they said they just didn't like it. So, I decided because my English professor at college had a lot of poems and short stories published at the time, I would ask her why didn't this person like my stuff. I showed her everything the person said. She calmly said "not everyone will like you're work. It's OK, but they should just take a step back too and realize your stuff isn't for them." She explained to me I didn't receive proper criticism to see what I did wrong. So then, I blocked that person and then I finally got the criticism I needed. I got comments that were "chapter is too short." Or "don't leave on clif hanger".

Now how does this apply to Viv? Well, first off, people were talking about how the pilot established HB would be a work sitcom, just for her to say "it's not canon anymore". Next, people bitch about characters like Millie and she says "Uh sweaty the work isn't done yet. Stay tune." Then she has character like Creepzo and does weird ass crap like having the twins flash the audience and Moxxie and Millie straight up have sex in front of an audience, not once, but twice. Let's not forget she had that kid at that adult event! Her writing is everywhere and just cringey how she thinks everyone who hates her is Creepzo.

It's never easy learning to take criticism and it never gets fun knowing people hate your stuff, but like everything else, you get better at it by doing it. Running screaming to your twitter echo chamber for reassurance that your work is a precious golden treasure and so are you isn't how you improve on anything.

#Anonymous #actual blog post #vivziepop critical

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more resident alien posting. predictions... spoilers so beware

well. i'm upset that the shows going to have a difficult time having more serious scenes now. and that's probably what it's going to try and set itself up for.

i reaaaally would have loved to see this show do something ACTUALLY different and good. by different i mean in terms of writing and not necessarily drifting from source material. yes i'm still sour over last ep, but i wouldn't be AS sour if everyone on the show didn't treat harry and asta's relationship as "mother and child." and also if the show didn't take such a nose dive into the type of comedy it's putting out.

ALSO? IN A RECENT INTERVIEW? Sheridan going on to state that harry would lose his first """love""" (more like lust. awesome that a show trying to teach human emotion gets those two things mixed up) and then realize there's love everywhere or something? why does this feel like "weird" people are forever left to the role of outcasts. already fucked it up once i guess the guy's trying to fuck it up more. could've just left it at "he'll lose his first love, then he will have to reconcile with his feelings." but he had to drop in that last corny bit.

like. the show's source is already good. i don't understand all these decisions they're making to try and make it seem "unique." and now to get numbers back they're dumbing it way down. WHICH. BY DOING SO. HOW ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE YOUR DRAMA? like how am i supposed to take anything seriously in the show. i *could* in season 1 and parts of season 2, but now it's just whatever. it's too goofed up for me to care. and now people who love the goofy won't give two shits about whatever message you want to drop or plot you want to develop. i dont give a shit about the greys!!! i dont care what theyre doing!!!! who gives a fuck if theyll blow up the earth. none of the characters really care anymore either. oh well!!!

also, predictions kind of. i'm not trying to say this will be the be all end all but it certainly could be a turn the show takes. in one of the issues of the comic (suicide blonde i think), harry is investigating the "suicide" of a woman. by the end of the issue, he catches up with her ex-lover and ex-roommate. they were both ladies. and the girl who died had a drinking problem btw. and was constantly seeing boys. i'm all for gay couples on screen as a gay guy myself but it'll feel so cheap to pair darcy and asta together despite the way theyve been played on screen. maybe its doable. i don't know. but i genuinely could care less considering the overall tone of the show's drifted more towards a sitcom than anything else. i think the small handful of 40+ year old gay wine moms would probably love it, but the vast majority of viewers wont. either they'll hate it and say it's forced diversity (there's already people saying that about the gay couple on screen this past episode) or it'll be another nothing moment to a further nothing story. if anything it'd feel one step removed from tokenization, considering they see harry as a manchild. ableism! show's trying to seem fucking wholesome but they can't be bothered to care about their nd viewers. like "haha look we have a main gay couple!!! what do you *mean* our show has rampant ableist tropes, we have a gay couple!"

i'm just so bummed. the show's cornered itself into a sitcom so meaningful moments aren't a thing anymore. plus the comparison of harry to a child is really getting at me. like he's a grown man as a human, and hes a grown alien thing as an alien. it's such a big slap in the face to any person who cherished the witty and unique story telling of the first season... like.... i don't know.... people who would've been fans of the comic too? i have small gripes about the comic, but at least it takes itself more seriously. but the show runners haaate the people who read the comics. why? i dont know. well maybe i do know. probably seen as too nerdy and weird for their idea of the show's viewerbase. despite the fucking basis of the show being weird and nerdy.

they couldve done the darcy asta thing better if they do go down that road. i'm just saying i wouldn't be surprised. they already scared off everyone who would've cared for something like that, so i don't know how they'll manage to find an audience that cares. everything in s1 was so organic and felt real!!!!! now its just!!! nothing!!!!!!!!!!

im also thinking about the fact that after posting that one resident alien drawing i did, i've had to block tons of people because they're freaks. loud and proud conservatives. man this shit sucks.

#resident alien #ra posting #sorry this one's kind of long #i'm still mad #i'll still keep up i guess out of spite #no i'm not paying for shit either LOL #i'll also clarify that i was in a sleepy daze when reading the comic #so i could've glazed past some things or the connection i made in my sleepy daze might not make sense now #which do correct me on that #but buhhhhh #whatever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#god forbid a guy have meaningful development in a show he cares about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#also for anyone tempted to read the comic its written by two english guys so. keep that in mind i guess.#this is alllllll making me want to make my own thing #guhh #tbvh the show took out a lot of the comics... mysticism... but then the show shat all over the work they did to make it real and charming #flanderization hit it hard #feels way more tokeny. and also harry atp is nothing more than described as a manchild #EDITTING IN THE TAGS THEY DID CALL EACH OTHER FAMILY DIDNT THEY #technically they hadnt done that yet for asta and harry on screen i dont think but the interviews are still there #god what a mess

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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Once again I'm writing shit no one has asked for but I want anyways so:

SLASHERS X READER GETTING OLD TOGETHER (Gentle giants edition)

INCLUDES:

Headcanons of Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees growing older with their s/o

Tw: possible mention of cannibalism, murder, mentions of toxic households, some angst. If I missed anything you can say it!

A/N: listen, I just want to have my old age domestic bliss with this babes so this is going to be shameless self-indulgence. Also if you like it I can do it for the other slashers too.

THOMAS:

You two obviously have moved out after luda mae and hoyt died. You actually tried to go as far away as possible to be able to have a fresh start.

Probably married at some point. He may not say it but being able to call himself your husband makes his heart melt.

With so many years of being under your care and love he eventually feels less self conscious. He doesn't struggles that much anymore to believe he's worthy of your love.

That doesn't mean he takes your love for granted or that he has grown used to being with you. He's still shy as ever, he's a mess everytime you look at him smiling. He can swear that everyday he wakes up next to you he falls in love all over again just by looking at you in the eyes. He will never stop to feel butterflies inside his stomach everytime you're around.

He eventually found a normal job. Town folks were surprisingly accepting once they discovered how nice thomas actually is and what a lovely couple you two make. He even managed to make a few friends. Proving hoyt's theories about Thomas never being able to have a normal life wrong. Hoyt you can suck on a big fat toe

You both had made a good reputation for yourselves in town. and its actually really refreshing for Thomas to being able to live and not survive. Like really being free from the guilt, the violence and the horrors of what he had to do to maintain his family.

He is going full on with the old man life style once he retires. We're talking about keeping sweets in his pockets, holding hands with you while taking your daily walk around the neighbourhood and sitting on the couch cuddling with while watching cheesy sitcoms

Now that he has free time he's finding new hobbies to do together and his favorite by far is cooking and baking. He's taking it very seriously, has even bought aprons for him and you.

Now that he doesn't have to kill anyone to have something to eat he finds it really relaxing. He enjoys every part of it, even buying the groceries.

If you two had kids and/or grandchildren he will 100% bake and cook with them. He'll probably give too many sweets to the kids so try to keep an eye on him if you don't want your kids/grandchildren to get diabetes in one day

The part he loves the most about his new life is being able to see how you change throughout the years along him. Your greying hair, the marks on the corners of your mouth cause by a lifetime worth of moments smiling and laughing together, your beauty never withering only growing more mature.

And he's not ageing bad himself at all. Tommy is still the big strong boy you've met years ago. That hasn't change even now that he's old, the only visible change in his physics being a few wrinkles and white hairs.

But if we talking about age problems you can't see? Oh boy, buckle up.

Both of you are experiencing the joys of feeling aches everywhere. Getting up? Your knees are aching. Bending? Your back is killing you. Every bone in your body rattles from time to time

Now if is him hearing his back cracking because he just got up from bed then his only going to let a subtle grumpy grunt of annoyance

But if it's you? Bro is going full on panic mode thinking you just broke your fucking spine. He's never going to get used to it and will always fuss about it

Years of neglecting his health and forcing too much his body has took a tool on him though so make sure his getting checked from time to time and that he takes his medicines

Besides you too have to get checked cause, even if less serious than his, you still have your fair share of things to watch out for.

He reminds you of your medicines and you remind him of his.

He loves taking you to little dates like going to get ice cream together, taking you to a nice dinner out ecc

He has now no shame in kissing you, cuddling ecc. He's a serial smoocher

Dinners together are always romantic, it doesn't matter if there's no special occasion both of you will always make it nice with candles and music ecc

He loves to sit on the porch with you after breakfast or lunch.

He's definitely going to bring you flowers everyday.

The only bad thing he sees on getting older together is that the idea of losing you becomes more real everyday. He knows it's something normal and tries to not think about it too much. He only hopes that, if you two can go out together, he's the first to go cause he won't be able to be without you.

Overall his life is going to be much more happier and healthier. It was already happier the day you appeared in his life but now is really everything he wished for and more.

BUBBA:

Much more like Thomas his life with you will start to be much more happier and easier without having his family around to manipulate and beat him down.

It's a 50/50 between Drayton and his brothers dying or you being able to convince him to leave wit you.

Either way he's just so happy of been gifted the opportunity to spend so many years with you ♡

Bubba, unlike Thomas, still likes the idea of a house far from the town, with a nice garden ecc

Both of you would find a job and will still going to town for groceries ecc but he just prefers the calm and privacy of not being around people too much. Years of always being isolated are not going to heal so easy.

He's still as bubbly as always, maybe now with age his less energetic and more toned down but he's still a gentle giant full of joy.

Every night before going to bed he puts the radio on and has a cuddling session with you while listening you talk about anything you want to say

Now that he's a retired old man he doesn't has much to do so he takes this free time to engage in his passion for crafts ecc.

He's that type of old people who are always checking the whole house to see if something needs to be fixed.

He loves to have breakfast with you in the garden. Or to have cute picnics outside.

He's definitely going to have a dog and by the time you wake up in the morning he has not only take his daily walk with the dog, brought you flowers but he has made breakfast too.

He has learnt to drive eventually but if he was a danger behind the wheel when he was younger now that he's old he's a complete fuckin menace. Please don't let this man drive more than what's necessary

He has found he really enjoys reading and probably had to start using glasses but being the old man he is now they're probably atrociously ugly. Somehow, though, he manages to make them look cute on him.

You have to remind him to take his medication if has to take any. You would always leave it in his nightstand for him to take first thing in the morning with a note to make sure that if you're still asleep he will take them anyway.

He still acts like a teenager with a crush around you and his love has never lessen or toned down with the years.

This poor man health is a mess so yeah, have fun having doctor's appointments as dates

Anything you buy, make or bring for him he's going to treasure it like it's the most valuable thing he has. You both probably have a memory boxes

To make bubba happy you don't need to do much, you're both old and don't really have the energy to be doing crazy stuff so just sitting together on the couch and cuddling is more than enough for him

JASON:

I mean, you already kinda live the old couples life. The only difference being that now you both can actually call yourselves old

Jason out of the three gentle giants is the least likely to move out of the woods. He doesn't sees the need to leave if you both are doing just fine, plus this is his home and the only place he has known since he was a kid.

If it's normal jason he might consider it though, cause he's not getting any younger nor you and he worries about your wellbeing. Be it that you may need medical assistance or that someone hurts you ecc he doesn't want to putting at risk your life now that he's not that able of protecting you

If it's zombie Jason then he's likely to not give in. He loves you dearly but he could never be comfortable around people nor he would fit in enough to live a normal life. Plus he's not going to get old nor die, you're the own starting to look like a raisin here. He's only concern is to spend as much time as he can with you. He will try to slow down the whole killing thing, might settle to just scare people away just for the sake of not wasting time he could use on being with you

Normal jason it's a garden grampa. He's got the hat, the flannel with overalls, the gloves ecc... you even bought him a utility belt to keep his gardening tools at reach without him having to bend down or forcing his knees to get them.

Is always growing new flowers just for you, gets all giddy everytime you both go out to get groceries and you tell him he can buy new seeds.

If he has budge about living somewhere else the first years are going to be hard. Pam wasn't exactly happy about it, but she knew his darling was not going to be able to keep going with this forever and she didn't want to put you in danger neither so she gave her approval. He was actively terrorise everytime he had to interact with someone.

With time and patience and so much love and care from your part, he has grown used to be around people again. Even Pam was helping you in calming him down

After all this years he's still so careful around you. If he treated you like you were going to break before now he's even worse.

You have to talk to him about it cause he ends up neglecting and hurting himself by doing this.

Unpopular opinion but he's not going to be a early morning person anymore. With nothing to worry about and no responsibilities of staying alerted in case a trespasser gets close, all the lack of sleep and years of not resting are catching up on him.

He's not going to be grumpy but will probably sleep as much as he wants and that means that you're going to stay in bed until he doesn't wakes up

Again, like Thomas he's too going to have aches everywhere.

Mostly on his knees and arms from years of hunting down people. His muscles are sore most of the time

He loves having time to actually sit down with you to have meals together or to just watch TV without the thought of having to leave you at anytime to do something.

He's actually pretty healthy and makes sure you are too. His body has only softened a bit from having a more laid back lifestyle. He now eats better and doesn't has to worry about getting hurt ecc anymore

If you're with zombie Jason and you start to feel insicure about you being old and him staying the same he's going to do everything in his power to make you feel loved and comfortable. From his part his love has never changed in any shape or form. If anything it has been getting stronger day by day. The only thing that has changed is that he's now more careful with you and is more protective cause you're more fragile. But other than that everytime he looks at you he only sees his y/n, his little flower beautiful as always if not more

If you had kids and grandchildren he's the grandpa of grandpa's. Pam is over the moon seeing how your family is growing and how happy jason is around all of you

He's always going to carry some sort of sweet with him for the kids, takes them to eat ice cream and play outside, takes them after school if they want to spend time with him and you. He's always giving them money to buy something and it's like the sweetest old man in this world.

He has a thing for taking candid photos of you. You may find photos you didn't remember to take around the house.

Please learn with him how to crochet things so you can both make sweaters for each others.

His favorite part of the day is kissing and admiring you before falling asleep knowing that the next morning he's going to see you again. He's never going to grow tired of having you in his life

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cinnamonbear22 · 6 months

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chapter one: are you safe?

this is my first time using this platform to promote my writing. i usually post on wattpad, but mike schmidt and josh hutcherson is trending sm more on here <3 thank youuuu for giving this a shot :) this is going to be a longer series, but i was also thinking if this was successful to take request. thank you <33

tw: female reader, abuse

my eyes lazily scanned the television in front of me, not even taking in the words of the sitcom anymore, my body was just shutting down and getting ready to sleep. i gave into my body, and closed my eyes. the feeling of bliss and comfort ran through my body as my state finally seemed to be at peace.

right as i was about to drift, the door lock jingled, making me sit right back up on the couch. soon after, mike walked in, sighed as he closed the door softly behind him. "hey" he hummed as i began to stand up.

"hi" i rubbed my eyes and stretched my back, as i made my way towards the front door where my shoes were.

"everything go okay?" he didn't make eye contact with me as he moved to the kitchen to sit down.

"yeah" i yawned, slipping on one of my shoes.

"i'm sorry i can't pay you right now but possibly nex-"

"don't worry about it mike" i cut him off as i slipped my other shoe on. "seriously don't" i smiled lazily at him. "i like abby anyway, she's my only friend" i said in a sarcastic tone, but i myself wasn't sure if i was joking or not.

"okay" he pursed his lips and looked guiltily down at the table.

"i'll see you tonight" i opened the door to leave his house, instantly feeling the warmth and safety leave my body as i looked at my house across the street.

i lived a few houses down from mike. we were mutuals, we never said much to each other before his little sister ran away from his home, and fortunately she didn't get far because i caught her and brought her back to mike. that was how i ended up getting a babysitting gig, and a chance to leave my house.

i made my walk slow. i didn't want to enter my house. it didn't even feel like a home. but sooner or later, i couldn't drag it on much longer or he'd get suspicious.

i quietly walked up my porch steps, holding my breath as i slowly opened the front door. i slipped inside, quietly slipping off my shoes. i looked at my floor carefully to make my way to the living room, i knew which floorboards creaked and which ones were silent.

once i securely made it to my living room, i laid down carefully on the couch, making sure it wouldn't creak as well. after living with him for three years, i've gotten really good at being silent.

i felt myself breathe again, and i looked up at the same ceiling i've been staring at for the last few months i've been sleeping on the couch. my body was exhausted, and i let myself go into a nice slumber for a bit.

that was short lived.

"you didn't make breakfast yet?" we're the first words i heard when i was shaken awake.

"no i'm sorry i fell asleep" i sat up, my heart pounding instantly.

"why do you look so worked up baby?" he cooed at me, kissing the side of my head which had a bruise on it, and i tried not to cringe from the pain.

"bad dream" i stood up quickly and went to the kitchen as he trailed behind me. his footsteps just as loud as my pounding heart. i was so afraid. i pulled out the breakfast items we did have, and began cooking for him right away as he sat at the table.

i really didn't want any problems today so i tried moving as quickly as i could. i couldn't tell what mood he was in today.

once his food was made and his coffee was ready, i served him right away. my throat felt extremely tight as the plate hit the table in front of him, and he looked up at me with tempered eyes.

i stood there patiently like how he always like me to whenever he tries my food. i felt my sweat being drenched along every single area of my body. i tried not to look nervous but i believe it was obvious.

he shoveled some of the food into his mouth, eating fast but not looking satisfied. i already felt tears pricking at my eyes but i tried to stay strong. "this taste different" he mumbled, and my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. if i tried to run, it would be ten times worse.

"i did everything the same anthony" i smiled warmly, subconsciously backing away slowly.

"no, no, no," he laughed, it wasn't a good laugh, it was a laugh that i knew all too well. tears pooled at my waterline. "it's different." he stood up and his chair shot out from underneath him. at this point, i closed my eyes, preparing myself for anything. "you didn't follow the recipe.." he gritted nastily between his teeth as i felt his hand quickly go around my throat. i choked, opening up my eyes and looking at his frightful green eyes that had nothing but anger filled in them. he slammed me into the table as i gasped for air, my head was extremely light and i didn't know my surroundings very well anymore. my vision was blurry from lack of air and tears. before i knew it, i turned around and his fist was flying quickly at my face, and i had no reaction time or space to move.

my whole world went black. i couldn't see or hear anything for a few seconds as my whole body collapsed onto the floor. his footsteps trailed off and up the steps, my limp body was in shock of everything that just happened, but it was nothing new.

nothing new.

i cried hard on the kitchen floor. everything happened so fast, i felt like i had no time to counteract anything, but it wasn't anything different from a normal day to day experience.

i laid on the floor until he left for work, my body was taken over with fear and shock, unable to move while he was still here. i was scared to even breath. my head was throbbing against the cool tiled floor, but my heart began to beat faster as his footsteps came closer to me. "i see you later" his unsettlingly large hands caressed the back of my hair. "this wouldn't of happened if you messed up love" he whispered as he hovered over me.

"i'm sorry" i sniffled, unable to get any more words out.

"no worries" sweet venom dropped of his tongue as he spoke. he stood back up and headed for the door, slamming it behind him.

i gathered all my worth and courage to make myself stand up. i should just lay on the floor, for eternity. my life is not going to change. ever. it didn't change a year ago, it didn't change two years ago, it didn't change four years ago. i am stuck here forever.

i walked into the bathroom to see the damage that has been done. my neck had the beginning stages of new bruises of where he had choked me over the old ones faded ones, and my eye was extremely swollen and already changing color.

it was going to be difficult to try and hide my face now. anthony didn't let me buy makeup. he hasn't let me out of the house in years. the only time he lets me out is to babysit abby, because it is my only source of income as of now. he doesn't let me get s job, i have no money, so if i did leave him, i'd have absolutely nothing. that's why i didn't have a choice. i had no friends left, no family left, he had closed me off to everyone.

tears weld up in my eyes looking at my destroyed face, as well as the bruising along my neck. i have old bruises on my ribs, arms, and legs that had also lingered in pain. i took a deep breath to calm myself down since i started to overthink now. this wasn't as bad as i'm making it to be. people have much worse.

i walked to the freezer and grabbed a bag of peas and went to the couch where i slept, turned on the television and placed the frozen peas on my eye. it sent a nice cooling sensation on my face that felt extremely relieving.

i barley watched the t.v, and just soaked in my racing mind. i couldn't stop thinking, i tried focusing on the show in front of me, but i couldn't. i thought about running away. who would i even go to? who do i even talk to..? abby? mike? that's it?

i imagined what it would be like to run away to mikes house. me and michael haven't talked that much besides small interactions. he was a simple guy i guess, not much to say. but he was very sweet and welcoming, i feel like there's no bad bone in his body. i've always noticed how pale he is, how his eye bags were a distinguishing characteristic, how his hair isn't really tamed. he doesn't seem to try too hard with himself, but with his sister, he gives it his all, and that really defined him for me.

he was cute.

i always found him attractive. it was a guilty secret i had since i've been with anthony for so long. i believe i found him attractive because he's nice to me. i haven't been treated that great in four years, so when he did the bare minimum such as saying hello to me, asking how i was doing, my heart would flutter.

i would never tell him, but his house became such a safe spot for me. whenever he'd come home, i would always get a bit disappointed, because that means i have to go back to my home. sometimes, i'd imagine myself being with mike. would he ever hit me? i giggled out loud to myself at the thought. he barley speaks to me, he would not put his hands on me. i think he would be kind, and so sweet.

i found myself blushing underneath the cold peas, smiling at the thought of mike. after not being let out for four years, mike was the first person i talked to besides anthony. to me he was like an angel. it was like a breath of fresh air the first time we talked, there was so fear of being struck, there was only gentle words and small talk that gave me hope.

the smell of his house gives me relief. everything about it just feels homey. more of a home than i have ever received.

i then fell asleep due to the happy thoughts and daydreams i had for the next half hour.

i jumped awake to the sound of the phone ringing loudly against the wall. i rushed quickly to it, not even being fully awake. i picked it up in a panic, worried if i didn't answer it in time, he would he would be upset. "h-hello?" the words stumbled out of my mouth, since my brain wasn't fully functioning yet.

"hey, it's mike" michaels monotone voice comforted me over the phone. he didn't even have to say anything soothing.

"hey" i sighed in relief, licking my lips nervously.

"sorry for calling you so early but uhm..." mike paused as my heart was still trying to slow itself down. "you don't have to," he hesitated. "abby was wondering if you'd like to come early for dinner tonight?"

"oh.." i was sort of shocked by the question.

"like i said you don't have to, she just wanted me to ask.."

"no, no," i snapped out of the trance. "yeah i would like that" i replied. "i'll be over in five?"

"i'll see you then." he mumbled and hung up the phone.

i stood by the phone in shock for a second before turning up the steps to change my clothes. i haven't bought new clothes in years, all my clothes are old and don't fit, or just unappealing. i wasnt complaining though, because i still had clothes.

i pulled on a baggy pair of jeans that were two sizes too big. i grabbed a hoodie, making sure the hood could cover my neck. the swelling on my eye fortunately went down, but it was now purple. i'm not sure how to hide that. just using another cover up story about how i fell will work.

i slipped on my shoes and quickly walked out of the house before anthony got home to mikes house. my favorite time of day was the walk to mikes. my steps felt lighter, but it was also a game of trying not to be seen by anthony. anthony knows i go to mikes, but seeing him still worries me that he'll stop me and make me go back home.

before i knew it i arrived at the schmidt residence, and i freely knocked on the door. "coming..!" a muffled voice yelled, the footsteps were quick on the inside of the house. the door unlocked and quickly swung open to reveal mike, his hair messy and he was wearing jeans and a crewneck. "hey" he looked down at my shoes, then looked at my face, resulting in a slight gasp. "what happened?" his voice raised ever so faintly that i actually heard emotion in it... that was a first.

"i just fell" i quickly used my excuse that was repeated to him a few times before. his eyes were still wide as he examined me, his firm brown eyes frantically scanned my face.

"(y/n)..." he stepped outside, closing the front door behind him making me step back to let him out. "you've told me that five times, at least" his voice was stern, but low. i don't think he wanted abby to hear.

"i'm clumsy" i'm gave a fake grin, which he didn't budge at all.

"i know we do not talk, i don't know you much as a person, but are you safe?" he pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed as well, his eyes locked onto mine making me extremely intimidated. "i've seen the marks on your neck before, i've seen them on your wrist, every time i've asked it was the same excuse and it's not my business, but this has been going on since you started babysitting" he rambled for a second as i adjusted my hood. "you don't even have to fix your hood because i see the fingernail marks and ring around your neck" his hand quickly moved towards my hood to try and pull it back down, but i flinched subconsciously, closing my eyes and looking away, expecting a blow. "what is going on..?" he drew his hand back with a softer voice.

"i don't know why i thought you were going to hit me" my voice was shaky as i tried to laugh it off, but tears filled up my waterline. no one has ever asked me if i was okay. "that was just a weird reaction" i blinked rapidly to try and calm my wet eyes, and cover my tracks completely, but i don't know if that is an option anymore.

"stop" he held his hands up to show he meant no harm. "i don't know what you're going through okay" he slowly moved his hands in front of my face to reach my hood, and pulled it down softly so he could look at my neck. "but this is concerning." he looked at my neck and my face again. "you show up to my house with strangle marks and a black eye, are you safe?" he ask again, making it more thorough.

tears began to fall silently down my face as i tried my best to keep them in. "why are you concerned?" i whispered, unable to speak louder because my throat felt like it was closing up.

"i don't know" mike seemed confused now, still examining me as if i were a zoo animal. we stood in silence for a few moments, both of us unable to process everything that was happening. the silent moments of us looking at the ground and unable to look at each other became an extremely harsh tension.

a few minutes has passed and the familiar engine of anthony's car roared down the street. it wasn't loud, but it was loud to me. i knew exactly what it sounded like. "shit.." i sniffled and wiped my face. "i can't be seen outside please"

"why?" mike looked down the street at the car. i got closer to mike and tried to scoot around him and he didn't let me past him to the door.

"p-please" my lips trembled as my arm was stiff against his body, trying to move him out of the way. i've never touched him before. we were never this close before, but my body turned into a fight or flight mode as i tried pushing him out of the way of the door. "please he's coming closer i can hear it please" i begged, and mike then quickly let me in the door.

i quickly snuck past him as he stood outside, watching the car pass without blinking. "who was tha-"

"(y/n)!" abby's voice was loud as she jumped into my arms, mike didn't close the front door though, he was still standing outside, intensely watching the car pass.

"hi abby" i stroked her hair gently as her small arms wrapped around my hips. i looked back up at the door, and mike was finally now walking in.

"i helped make dinner" she smiled widely, i felt mikes eyes linger on us. "wait.." she paused, her little face filling with worry. "what happened to your face?" her small hands reached up and barley held my cheeks. she gently pulled down my face closer to hers, and stared. i know she didn't mean to do it. she was young, and when kids see something they aren't used to they will stare.

"i fell" i gave a fake smile, mike then walked to the kitchen to leave us be.

"oh.." she frowned, pushing some of my hair away from my forehead. "mike does this whenever i get hurt" she puckered her lips goofily and gave me a small kiss on my forehead.

i couldn't help but to smile, a real genuine smile. "thank you" i hugged her tightly and she giggled.

"are you hungry?" she grabbed my hands and pulled me into the kitchen where tomato sauce and pasta lingered in the air. "i'll make you a bowl" she moved quickly around the kitchen, acting as if mike wasn't in her way completely. "sit down, i'll make it" she said excitedly again, which i couldn't help but to smile. she stood on her tiptoes to try and reach a bowl in a cabinet. mike effortlessly grabbed it, handing it to her slowly. "i would've got it" she grumbled at him, but he didn't protest.

she messily scooped me a bowl, sauce was getting on the stovetop and some noodles spilled out of my bowl. she grabbed a fork before quickly turning around to serve me. i haven't been served in so long.

"thank you abby" i said warmly, my insides feeling like they've been lifted after the strange day. i watched michael carefully and cleanly scoop abby and himself portions as she grabbed drinks for everyone. i felt useless just sitting at the table not helping them serve.

they sat down at the table with me, abby right next to me and mike across. he set abby's bowl down in front of her as she grinned widely. we all began to eat, abby watched me intently as i took the first bite. "is it good?" she asked eagerly.

"amazing" i looked down at her and nodded. she smiled with spaghetti in her mouth, making me smile more.

abby talked a lot during our meal. it was good, because her talking so much didn't give me much room to think. mikes eyes were on me a lot during the dinner. every time we'd lock eyes, he'd look straight down at his bowl. i knew he was looking at my eye and my neck, it didn't make me feel too good.

once we were finished, abby ran to her room to avoid cleaning the kitchen and to draw. i helped mike since it was the most i could do. i washed the dishes and handed them to him for him to dry and put away. the silence was tense... the only sound to be heard was the dishes clanking in the sink as i washed them. "abby was really excited that you were coming" mike broke the silence with somewhat off topic subject.

"really?" i smiled, not looking at hin but the bubbly suds on my hands.

"yeah" he murmured as i handed him the last dish. i watched him as he dried and reached up in the higher cabinet that abby couldn't reach before.

"is there anything else i can do to help?" i looked around the clean kitchen, just double checking before i left to accompany abby. he shook his head no, both his hands were on the countertop as he looked down. he looked like he was contemplating something, but i'm not sure what.

i began to walk out of the kitchen, but quickly his voice stopped me in my tracks. "thank you" he mumbled, his lips were pursed and i felt my body melt as he looked at me.

"y-yeah" i hummed, and quickly continued walking to abby's room. i felt so dumb for stuttering, for even feeling an empty stomach whenever he talks to me. it was all stupid. i knocked softly on the wood door and let myself in. "hey" i smiled as she was sitting and coloring, nothing new.

"hi" her small voice filled my ears, making me smile more.

"whatcha makin?" i walked over to her desk and looked at her drawing.

"us" her full attention was on the paper, and my eyes began to examine it. from the figures on the paper, it looked like she had drawn herself holding my hand, mike on the other side of her, and a few bowls of pasta. it warmed my heart, i felt extremely fuzzy inside after looking at the picture.

but, that feeling was quickly removed from my body after i had seen the purple markings around my eye she made. i tried to not let it get to me, but it was, and it was getting to me hard. the more i looked at the drawing, the more i realized that on my character had marks all over it. even the ones i thought she'd never seen before.

i felt like my heart stopped pumping. my head felt extremely light and my insides felt empty. "can i sit on your bed?" i said gently, backing up and feeling the bed against the back of my legs. i sat down, feeling like i was unable to move.

she kept humming and drawing, the scratching of the pencils against the paper felt excruciatingly loud. everything hit me all at once, my feelings, my actions, my regret. seeing myself some someone else's perspective opened my eyes tremendously. i've never had another perspective besides anthony's, it was just what he thought and what was okay for him.

mike then barged in without even knocking, me and abby both looking at the sudden barging of the door. "i'm going to go sleep before work" mike mostly looked at abby and she nodded quietly. "if i'm not up by ten-thirty do you think you can wake me?" his tired eyes looked back at me, and all i could do was nod. "abs make sure you get to bed on time" he said before shutting abby's door.

i looked over at the small clock she had on her nightstand it was around eight o'clock. "how about bedtime in an hour and a half?" i suggested, which she complied nicely. she never gave me a fight. "do you want to get into the shower? after we can watch t.v." i offered, which she stood up quickly.

"okay" she giggled, setting down all of her supplies.

"i'll set pajamas out on your bed and i'll wait for you in the living room" i watched her run out of the room, and i heard the bathroom door swing open with a squeak.

i took my time getting up from abby's bed. although i wasn't laying down, i haven't sat in a bed in a long time. the mattress felt so cozy and inviting, but i was babysitting, and i was not about to lay in her bed. i went to her pajama drawer and pulled out a set of pajamas for her.

i walked into the living room where the television was leaving whatever was left on and sinking into the familiar couch. i wasn't used to mike being home when i was here. mike usually put abby to bed since he changed jobs, and i would come around eleven for him to go to work. his old job i used to babysit for him during the day, and once again, i never seen him besides a few minutes before he left and when he came home. i felt nervous with him in the house, i don't know why. mikes always been nice to me, i had no reason to be nervous.

i don't know if nervous was the right word. i had constant butterflies around him but not in a bad way. it was a good nervous. a type of nervous i haven't felt in years. i couldn't help but smile. i smiled at the warm feeling. the weird feeling. i felt like i was on the playground again with my school friends, giggling about a boy i thought was cute. did i have a crush? the good feelings left once again. i couldn't have a crush on him. i have a boyfriend. that's wrong in so many ways...

i felt myself frown, and focus back on the t.v. what else was there to do. i heard the shower shut off, and i knew abby would be joining me eventually.

after ten minutes, abby had finally got herself together and joined me on the couch. she beamed as she lifted up my arm and laid her head on my lap. she reminded me of my little sister. i haven't talked to her in years, but i do love reminiscing about the memories me and her had shared. we shared a bedroom which housed countless nights of giggles and secrets. we were extremely close despite the five year age difference. i protected her with my life, and i would do anything to see her again. "can we switch the channel?" abby said softly, pulling me out of my head.

"yes, yes of course" i reached for the remote on the side table and handed it to abby. she flipped through the channels mindlessly as i placed my hand on her damp hair, running my fingers in them.

she ended up turning in a cartoon, nuzzling her head against my thigh to get more comfortable. i draped a blanket against her, and not soon after her breaths became deeper. this is what we used to do before mike switched jobs, and i sort of missed it. "does your eye hurt..?" abby randomly spoke up.

"um..." i hummed, thinking about it. "not really" i spoke quietly, since i didn't want to wake up mike.

"mike seemed a bit worried" she giggled a little bit, instantly making my heat up. "he barley even talked!" she seemed to wake herself up now talking about her brother.

"doesn't he barley talk anyway..?" i furrowed my brows in a confused manner, instantly making abby laugh some more. her laugh ended up making me laugh, and i tried to quiet us down.

"he does talk" she pulled the blanket closer to her chin as i stroked her brown hair.

"not to me" i smiled down at her and she sleepily smiled back. "does he not like me?" i asked in a joking tone, but i sort of meant it.

"well, duh" she replied as if i were dumb.

"just asking" i acted defensive in a silly way, making her laugh.

"he might like like you" abby continued to giggle as she said the next sentence, making my whole body heat up.

"like like?" i gasped in an over-exaggerated way, but truly my cheeks were probably as red as her pajamas.

"don't tell him i told you," she began to whisper and look around as if he was here. "one time he asked me if you had a boyfriend" she covered her mouth and my heart dropped. my body froze, my hand stopped moving in her hair and my eyebrows shot up.

the good, nervous, fuzzy feeling came back. my head rushed with silly thoughts, as butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

once my sense came back i ended up giggling with her. "shh.." i shushed her nicely. "mike is sleeping" i smiled down at her and began to play with her hair again.

she continued with watching her cartoon as if she just didn't break the biggest news to me, and my mind kept pondering. i didn't pester abby no more about mike, since it was getting close to her bedtime.

twenty minutes later, abby was fast asleep in my lap. i looked over at the clock, and it was nine forty-six. i carefully scooted out from underneath her little head, and stood up. i stretched out my back, and prepared myself to carry her to her bed.

i bent down and scooped her carefully into my arms, i was used to her weight since this isn't the first time i've done this, but she was still a tiny bit heavy for me. i stabled myself once i fully stood up with her, and tried to quickly and quietly make it to her room without falling. i wasn't the strongest person, but i tried.

i lightly kicked open her door and quickly stepped to her bed. i set her down lightly, bringing the covers up to her chin and tucking her in ever so carefully to not wake her up. "goodnight abs" i whispered and lightly kissed the top of her head like how i used to with my sister.

#mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #fem reader #fanfic #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #josh #hutcherson #afton #abby schmidt

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the-awful-falafel · 5 months

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Everywhere I look in online discussions, a lot of people are genuinely happy that the recent R&M S7 episodes seem to be going back to basics / fundamentals with wacky fun adventures combined with the main family cast sincerely getting along and liking each other, and tbh I get it. The sheer cruel cynicism and "everyone is an unlikeable asshole" atmosphere of season 3 - season 5 threw a lot of fans off the show for a reason, especially with various instances of clumsy and deeply problematic writing/humor. So I think this return to early season vibes, but with a developed and less dysfunctional yet still hilariously immoral family, is a necessary palate cleanser for many people. The writers clearly course corrected here from going too "dark" by going back to a more "season 2 but healthy" feel, especially Rick and Morty's bond being stronger than ever, but... *sigh*.

I just wish they didn't pivot so awkwardly and jarringly away from the heavy themes and disturbing lows of Rick's behavior that they were exploring before transitioning to this return to status quo. I wish it felt like the show wasn't obsessed with romanticizing Rick and his love for his family and his capacity for change to the point that the ease of which the themes of familial abuse and codependency are resolved/handwaved feels hollow, unearned, and transparently like a writers' course correction rather than a natural evolution that grapples with the messy consequences instead of paying them only lip service. I wish I didn't find those darker concepts to be sincerely interesting and embedded deep enough in the character writing (particularly Morty's) to the point them being so awkwardly and hamfistedly resolved feels disproportionately upsetting to me and undermines my ability to enjoy the new "clean slate" status quo with everyone else.

(I can respect the argument that several of the dark themes in Rick and Morty season 3 onward weren't written particularly well, or it derailed from the humor or heart or sitcom dynamic, but I feel like the subtler themes of Rick's targeted abuse of Morty + more overt themes of Rick worsening the family through their enablement of him had real potential and nuance, so I got invested regardless. I think the answer to these themes being written a little sloppy wasn't to rush to resolve them in an even sloppier way, but to just write them *better* and more consistently. Unfortunately, only the broader theme of "Rick is a dick to his family" got resolved via Beth growing to not take his shit anymore (while still not changing the status quo much to be fair), and the other many examples of Rick being a uniquely awful person throughout seasons 3 and 4 got little to no follow-up or consequences to the same degree-- like I said before, lip service at most. It really just reads to me like the writers don't really know how to get rid of the pit they dug, so they threw some dirt in, proclaimed that it's now filled and that's a beautiful message about life, and are moving on while ignoring the hole that remains. And some fans will like that because they're eager to get away from having to care about the hole, while I thought the hole could have turned into something genuinely fascinating if they kept working on it, or at bare minimum just bothered to fill it back up completely instead of half-assing it. ... And this metaphor analogy is breaking down lol)

#rick and morty #rnm critical #media analysis

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house-of-tykayl · 29 days

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Is there a mandate in Teen Titans Go where they say Robin and Starfire are never allowed to be an actual couple in the show?

I don't understand why they don't want them to be together they make Starfire reject Robin.

I don't think it would cause any problem if they become a thing, they can still make comedy jokes in the show while being in a relationship at the same time.

i think TTG is a low effort parody show, so to change something fundamental to the original concept (having TTG robin chase TTG starfire) would take too much effort. the show would have to replace the conflict of unrequited(?) love with another conflict funny enough to move an episodic story forward for an infinite number of seasons.

so yeah, there probably is a mandate/rule (in the show bible or something) to prevent TTG robstar from becoming "official"

(also if you dont find the idea of TTG robstar being unrequited funny, then tbh i feel like TTG's kind of humor and even the original concept of TTG just isnt for u... it's not the 2003 cartoon v2, it's a parody and always was. by this point i feel like it (TTG's parody elements at least) are such a specific kind of humor that 89% of people won't enjoy it, and thats fine)

anyway there's also how TTG had more sincerity in season 1 when it was more like a really weird sitcom, where the titans' relationships (while still subversions of the 2003 cartoon) were mostly genuine bonds even if they acted like lobotomy patients sometimes. the comedy had limits and the characters had empathy. so if TTG robstar would ever have a chance at becoming anything near canon, it would have been back in s1, though still unlikely

but later seasons of TTG can be very mean spirited, overly cynical and deconstructive, depending on who is writing the episode (assuming the episode is even character focused at all, which became less common over time). the show went from a parody of the 2003 cartoon to a parody of everything besides the 2003 cartoon lol. sometimes i feel like post season 1 some of TTGs writers took the mob hate to heart and let negativity poison the original sitcom premise before slowly selling out

so i dont think genuine relationships between the TTG titans can happen anymore, some of the writers hate the characters enough to have broken up their friendships (someone even messed with cyborg & BB once omg), let alone the romantic relationships. except maybe that doesn't matter either because TTG resets most of its continuity every episode?? ironically TTG could still turn the ship around in terms of the series' tone and direction, though i doubt they will if the current direction makes more money

weirdly enough whenever TTG shits out another AU thing, like the big 2018 movie or the night begins to shine universe, suddenly theres unironic robstar shipping/hints in it that are soooooooo cute. besides being shipper bait this is probably because those TTG AUs feel removed from the main TTG series, so their stories feel more free like they're allowed to be sincere again, like the main show's original season 1.

unless the romance is supposed to be a joke, it needs sincerity in order to work. and its impossible to write sincerely when youre a contractual writer buried under 300 layers of irony and cynicism who doesn't even like the show youre writing for... and thats what i feel happened to the main TTG show ,compared to some of its AU stuff

tl;dr i just cope and pretend like TTG is still the goofy sitcom it used to be, partially coz season 1 TTG robstar had the (admittedly very low) potential to be real, and even if it didnt happen at least their friendship was consistently sincere. and very cute

#text #teen titans go 2013 #teen titans go #uhhhh TTG lore no one asked for #robstar #long post

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dragonagitator · 2 days

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One of the more interesting time-travel-related wrinkles I've been thinking about a lot for my House MD isekai fanfic is about how both House and the author self-insert OC will be 45 years old, but House is a Boomer and my OC is a time-travelling Xennial / geriatric Millennial. (While most demographers would place me in Gen X, culturally I've always been much closer to Millennials -- being raised by a software engineer meant I've always had a home computer, and have been on the internet since I was 12 -- and I'll be writing my OC like that too.)

So there's going to be a weird dynamic where they'll have all the usual Boomer/Millennial generation gap issues despite being the exact same age. That's going to be a lot of fun to write (my OC will be introducing the phrase "okay boomer" to the team's toolkit for dealing with House's microaggressions), especially when the slow burn starts heating up.

Boomers were the last generation to be raised with the norms "you HAVE to get married" and "it's normal to hate your spouse" and thus they tend have a lot of really awful beliefs about love, romantic relationships, marriage, etc. that younger generations find super weird and sad. You can track this generational attitude change pretty closely in comedy and television. "I hate my wife" jokes used to be a staple for stand-up comedians, but you almost never hear them anymore because modern audiences don't find them relatable or funny. The "spouses who hate each other" trope used to be incredibly common in sitcoms, but now you usually only see it in dramas where everyone is awful anyway. Even cop shows and other murder mysteries are having fewer and fewer "the spouse did it" culprits.

House's cynicism about love and marriage is pretty typical for his generation. For a guy who prides himself on rejecting social programming, he actually absorbed almost all the standard Boomer norms about marriage except the very last one -- he believes, like most Boomers, that marriage is awful, it is normal to hate your spouse, etc., and his only deviation from the norm is deciding "well then I just won't get married."

My OC pointing out that it's possible to simply... marry someone you actually like... might be the first time he really hears and absorbs something like that coming from someone whom he can't just write off as young, naive, inexperienced, etc. I'm happily married IRL and my OC will have been happily married back in her own timeline, too. (One of the reasons the slow burn will be so slow is that she'll be grieving her husband for a while.) So she actually objectively knows more about it than he does and will not hesitate to rub that in his face.

It won't be enough to completely change his views (the Boomer brainwashing is strong), but he'll be slightly less resentful about it when the two of them have to get married to avoid being forced to testify against each other in court.

(House and my OC are going to commit SO MANY CRIMES, you guys. One of the ways I'm working through the "this kinda feels like cheating" discomfort of being happily married IRL but shipping my author self-insert OC with another man is by making my story a bit of a cautionary tale about what I might get up to without my IRL husband's good influence and constant admonishments of "no murder!" My OC is going to commit AT LEAST three murders in her efforts to change the timeline.)

#house #house md #hatecrimes md #hate crimes md #boomers #millennials #generation gap #time travel problems #writing fanfiction

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mrbensonmum · 1 month

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TV Show - Dr. House | House M.D. XII

Even though I'm almost at the end of the seventh season, today's post will be relatively short compared to the others; I am incredibly tired! (Don't worry, it's not from watching Dr. House, it was just a very long day.)

(YES, I miss Thirteen a lot!)

Season seven is a bit like a prelude because it prepares us for a spectacular end to the season (and the whole show!). But the things House does in this season can no longer be summed up as "he's a great doctor, just unfortunately a jerk." Just the way he puts Masters through the wringer when it comes to Cuddy's mother is pretty intense, not to mention the fact that he tricked her with the coma patient. But that's just the tip of the iceberg; there are a lot of things on that "that's not okay at all" list.

Cuddy has now found out that he's back on Vicodin, broke up with him, and even though from a distance it looks like House is living it up, he's actually in free fall! Apparently, there are no limits anymore. Chase, Taub, and Masters are in his hotel room like Huey, Dewey, and Louie, waiting for him to look at X-rays while the prostitute is hiding under the covers next to him. You don't even want to imagine what drugs or Vicodin he's taken.

I want to highlight two things in particular:

I really like Masters' style of dressing! She's always smartly dressed, it rarely seems too overdone, yet she still stands out from the crowd. I don't know if this can be attributed to the actress or the team behind the camera, but they did a really good job here.

Episode 15 of season 7 is an absolutely wild ride! I love it when the team is just told to portray dreams about abandonment fears however they creatively feel like doing it. Then it turns out great and is really genius. Comedy, musical, zombies, and sitcom, a dream (pun not intended)!

Tomorrow (Sunday) I'll continue watching, I'll just finish the episode and then fall into bed. Then there's still the eighth season, and we've made it. This was a really smooth rewatch, and writing about it was really fun. But I also think that afterwards I'll watch a few episodes of other series for a bit instead of another 8-season behemoth like Dr. House; that really messes with your head!

#tv show #tvshow #dr. house #dr house #house md #house m.d.#greg house #gregory house #house thirteen #wilson #james wilson #dr. wilson #cuddy #lisa cuddy #dr. lisa cuddy #thirteen #remy thirteen hadley

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syddsatyrn · 2 years

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Downpour

☆Pairing: - Vi x Fem Reader

☆Warnings: Fluff, reader has a breakdown, fingering, angst, happy ending, smut

Minors DNI, scram!

☆Words: 3k

☆Summary: You over did it again, and now you're severely stressed cant seem to stop crying. Everything is just is too much so you navigate your way to Vi's apartment in the rain. She takes such good care of you, but you get caught up in the moment and things take a different turn.

☆Notes: I wanted to do something really sweet and we all love a soft Vi. Consent, lots of cuddles, with a cute ending. Special thanks to @shy-anon-writes she is always super helpful when I get stuck, and she's witty af.

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Another sleepless night curled up in Vi's hoodie while clutching a tear stained pillow. You've been feeling uneasy, distressed, and overall gloomy. Things haven't been working out in your favor lately and the stress from work is so overwhelming. Shaking and sobbing, you hold the pillow tight and let out a few small whimpers. It's getting late and you have plenty to do tomorrow. The thought of another sleepless night made your stomach queasy.

After reluctantly pulling yourself out of bed, you head to the bathroom to wash your puffy red face. You look into the mirror and realize what a mess you are. You start to question your coping skills and you feel like such a crybaby. Usually you can calm yourself down and breathe it out, not this time around.

You miss your girlfriend, but you don't want to bother her. You've been debating on whether or not to get ahold of her. You're supposed to see her this weekend and you don't want to come off as needy or codependent. The relationship is fairly new and you're afraid to overstep any boundaries. You wipe the emerging tears on your sleeve.

Having these breakdowns are always difficult. This only happens when you push yourself too hard. You always end up feeling burnt out, overly stressed, sometimes even nauseous. The tipping point was when you dropped a ceramic cup and it shattered, and so did your composure.

I can't do this anymore.

You think to yourself for a moment and walk back to your room. You open up the closet doors and put on some pants, socks, and step into a pair of boots. Your emotions are fueling your compulsive actions at this point. You grab your bag and a jacket to layer over your hoodie. When you step outside, the pouring rain makes you stop and second guess your decision to leave.

A little rain isn't going to kill you and your girlfriend's apartment wasn't that far away. It is getting late and your only worry is that she's already gone to bed. You take a deep breath, step out onto the sidewalk and make your way to the main road.

The street lights and city traffic illuminated your path. You pull your hood over your head and place your hands in your pockets. Trying not to attract any attention as you pass by a couple of lively bars. You weave through a crowd of people standing in front of a rowdy club. As you follow the sidewalk, you try to avoid the bigger puddles. The rain seemed to be getting worse, so you pick up the pace.

Violet stretches her arms over her head and groans. She puts her book down on the coffee table. It’s been a rough week at work, she's glad to finally have some down time. The pink haired woman gets up and walks over to the kitchen. She grabs an apple off the counter and bites into it, taking out a huge chunk of the sweet fruit. Vi decides to turn on the TV for a while and a familiar sitcom starts to play. She continued to crunch on the apple until there wasn't much left of it. She tosses the core into the trash and decides to tidy up the kitchen before bed.

Vi was wiping down the countertops while her mind wandered. She's been thinking about you too, and is a little worried you haven't texted her since this morning. She assumes you're just having a busy day and that you’ll call her tomorrow. Vi feels somewhat uneasy, it's almost like she knows you’re in distress. She tries to brush it off, Vi is well aware she overthinks often. She continues to tidy up and put a few cups in the dishwasher.

You're almost to your destination. Your clothes are starting to get soggy. You keep moving at a steady pace. You stop at a four way intersection and hit the crossing button. This gave you a moment to catch your breath. You close your eyes and imagine for a moment the feeling of Vi’s warm arms around you.

I can do this, I'm almost there.

Suddenly a sports car comes speeding through the light and makes contact with a large puddle, created by a clogged street drain. The water splashed over you in one big wave. You gasped at how cold it was, your soggy clothes are now drenched. When you realize what has happened, it stuns you in your already vulnerable state. You can't help but freeze and start sobbing all over again.

You look back and the speeding car has disappeared. You realize the signal for the crosswalk is alerting and you quickly jog across the street. It's difficult, but you keep moving. Your body is starting to shake from the wind against your wet clothes. Luckily you can see her apartment building, it's only a few blocks away.

Vi was putting away a few random kitchen items when she heard frantic knocking. She pauses and walks over to the door. She unlocks the deadbolt and opens it to see her drenched, panicked, and clearly upset girlfriend. Vi’s eyes get wide at the sight of your dripping clothes and miserable state.

“Hey! What are you doing here?! Why are your clothes completely soaked?!” Vi questions while grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. You were at a loss for words, Vi started to remove your jacket and the hoodie. You assisted her with your pants and peeled them off your wet skin. Before Vi could gather your drenched garments, you promptly wrapped your arms around her neck and buried your face in her chest.

Vi stopped what she was doing and realized you might be having an episode. She engulfs you into her strong arms and whispers sweet words of reassurance in your ear.

“Everything's okay now, I’m here, I gotchu baby.”

You slow your breathing and attempt to gather yourself. Vi tilts your head up with her thumb under your chin. Your eyes meet hers while tears sting the corners of your eyes.

“Shhh…It's okay.” Vi repeats and kisses your face several times. She wipes away the tears and you attempt to swallow your emotions. Her hands cup your cheeks, warming your face. “Now, tell me what happened?” She asks, the calm tone in her voice makes you feel at a little more at ease. You take a moment and rub your eyes, trying to compose yourself long enough to describe your terrible evening.

“I-I was having an episode. I ha-haven't b-been sleeping and I couldn't stop crying. So I tried to come here but on my way a car sped through a huge puddle and d-drenched me.” You manage to stammer out an explanation.

“Awe, Cupcake…I'm so sorry.” Vi says softly, she kisses your forehead, “You’re going to catch a cold.” Vi remarks and tells you to get in the shower, she’ll figure out the rest. You do exactly as you're told, and make your way to the bathroom. She picks up your wet clothes and tosses them into the washing machine in a closet down the hall.

After removing the rest of your wet clothes, you step into the hot shower. It's probably best to rinse off any potential dirt and city grime out of your hair. Vi collects the rest of your clothes you left on the bathroom floor and starts the washing machine. The water warms your frigid skin and you can't help but let out a sigh of relief. The muscles in your arms start to relax, you drop your shoulders, everything is going to be okay.

When you turn off the shower and push the curtain to one side, you see a smiling Violet with a warm towel. She put a t-shirt and a clean pair of her boxers on the counter. She has changed into the same combination.

You can't help but smile back at her. While gently stepping out of the tub, Vi wraps the towel around your shoulders. She plants a peck on your cheek and you dry off.

"Thank you, Vi. I appreciate you so much." You say and meet her gaze. The large t-shirt is so comfortable, you slip on her boxers.

"I can't just let you get sick, and I can't let you feel like this either." She replies with sincerity. "I'm gonna make you some tea okay?" She suggests. You nod in response, your face starting to glow red. Vi takes off to the kitchen and you think to yourself how lucky you are to have such a lovely person taking care of you.

You trail behind her and sit on the couch. While the kettle is heating up to boil, Vi retrieves a soft, pink, blanket from the closet in the hallway. She drapes it around your body and it makes you giggle. Vi is being so attentive and sweet, it makes you feel special.

You space out a little watching the sitcom on TV. Vi returns with a hot cup of lavender tea, its aromatic and floral. The pink haired woman takes a seat next to you and wraps her arm around your shoulders. “How come you didn't just call me, hmm?” She questions with a raised eyebrow. You lean into her and take a sip of your tea. “I coulda picked you up, dummy.” Vi teases.

“I’m not sure. I mean, I’ve gotten soaked for you before and you've never complained.” You retort with a growing grin on your face.

Vi Chuckles, “Oh, so now we have jokes?” She sarcastically asks. Her face inching closer to yours, and your gaze was locked on her blue puppy eyes. You lift your hand to her cheek and caress the tattoo under her eye. Vi closes the gap between her mouth and yours, she smiles against your lips and you lean into her.

When you both part, you curl up next to her and continue enjoying your tea. You set the cup on the coffee table and kick your legs up over hers. Vi effortlessly pulls you closer so you're fully sitting in her lap. You lean your head on her shoulder. “Are you feeling better?” she asks while her arm slips around your waist. It felt like you could breathe again and your body felt light and airy.

She runs her fingers up the back of your neck and through your hair. Vi tugs at your damp roots lightly and it sends a shiver up your spine. “Y-yes, Thank you.” You answer, you can feel your voice fading away. Her fingertips trace lightly down your arm and your face flushes. You attempt to hide your expressions by burying your face into her shoulder.

Vi has this signature smirk she wears when she enjoys your reactions. She wraps her other arm around your legs and squeezes your thigh. An audible huff escapes your mouth and you wrap your arms around her neck.

“Awee, you’re so sweet.” She whispers in your ear. She gives your thigh another squeeze and your hand rakes through her hair. Violet's neck was begging for your lips and you caved in, planting soft kisses starting from behind her ear. Vi gets the hint, her rough fingers travel to your waist.

“Mhmm…Didn't know you had this on the agenda, cupcake.” She remarks, you pull away and lock eyes with her hazy irises. The pink tint across your face darkens as Vi hand cups your cheek. Paired with that stare that always brings you to your knees.

You are no longer in control of your thoughts, but why would you want to be? Your racing thoughts have not exactly been helpful. “Can I help you relax?” Violet asks against your lips. You nod and manage to say "yes", she then closes the gap between her lips and yours. Her tongue grazed your bottom lip and you allowed her access to your mouth.

She gently lowers you onto your back and climbs on top of you, her left hand tangles in your hair. She begins planting open mouthed kisses down your neck. Her free hand wanders to your chest, you take a handful of her t-shirt. Vi’s lips crash into yours once more and you softly whine into her mouth.

Your whole body melts to her touch. Vi begins to lift the cotton t-shirt you're wearing and you both break away to remove it eagerly. Vi places open mouth kisses on your jaw which gradually trail down your neck, then your collarbone, and before you know it her mouth found its way to your exposed nipple. You let out a few huffs and quiet moans while you squeeze her muscular arms.

“You okay sweetheart?” she asks, looking up at you with those cold blue eyes. You nod and she begins tugging at the waistband of the borrowed boxer shorts that barely hang on to your hip bones. It doesn't take much effort for you to shimmy yourself out and push them down to your knees.

Her hand traveled between your legs slowly. Small whimpers escape into Vi’s shoulder. “Mmm...just relax and let me take care of you.” She whispers in your ear while she slips a single finger between your folds. The sensation shocks your system when she makes slow, counterclockwise circles around your clit. As she increases the pace, you wrap your arms around her neck and rake your fingers through her pink hair. Moans break free from your lips and your stomach is in knots.

Vi is careful, and loving, it's all about you in this moment. She pauses her movements but before you can protest, she slides two fingers inside of you. “Vi…t-that feels s’good.” You manage to stammer. Vi’s signature smirk reappears again as she pumps her fingers in a rhythmic motion, speeding up over time. Her fingers curl in the best way, bumping against the right spot with each thrust.

"You're doing so well." Vi whispers in your ear.

It didn't take long for you to throw your head back and moan her name. One hand now squeezing the couch cushion and the other draped around her shoulder. Your hips buck underneath Vi as your inner walls tighten around her fingers. Your legs start to shake and suddenly you're seeing stars. You can't control the sounds that break free from your lips. You chant your girlfriend's name and she smiles as you ride out your release.

“mmm…That's my girl.” She praises as your chest heaves up and down. She kisses your forehead and slowly removes her hand from your entrance. She covers your face in kisses and you giggle softly. She assists you with pulling the boxers back up around your hips and finds your shirt.

As your breathing slows, she gets up and gets you a glass of water. You sit up and smile at her, taking the glass. “Can I get you anything?” She asks sweetly.

“Just you.” You answer and reach for her. She smiles and takes a seat next to you. You curl up with her and rest your head in her lap. “I’m so glad I came over." You say with a smile. Violet grabs your hand and laces her fingers with yours.

“Me too, I just wish you woulda called me.” Vi kisses the top of your head and stays glued to your hip for the rest of the night.

#vi x reader #arcane vi #arcane vi x reader #vi fanfic #arcane violet #vi #vi lol x reader #league of lesbians #arcane smut #vi lol

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