#''the message you were SUPPOSED to take away from that movie was LITERALLY that trying to deal with your problems in this way ends badly''

[cmtcahrule]

No Words. Part 2.

For those who can't or won't watch.

26. After our wedding I had purchased all of these lanterns. I had this storage unit of all of these lanterns because they really went with the vibe. I had him and his friends drive them in a U-Haul to Texas which was really helpful until they got stopped at the border with weed and went to jail. So they helped when they could.

27. So when things really blew up for him, which I knew took some years, and you were in the spotlight at red carpets, and you were at big movie premiers, and more eyes were on you, how did that feel? Like you had the taste of fame from the hosting, but did you like being in that spotlight of Hollywood? It felt really weird. Like I should be asking questions. I felt like I still wanted to be the person asking questions. There’s always a fine line. You want to be a supportive wife. But you don’t want to lose your identity. Your husband’s career is going one direction but I have always found it tricky to be a supportive wife and maintain everything else that I want. How can I maintain my young, bitch self and be who I am?

28. I wondered how you felt when he was doing really well and you had to come along for the ride? Everything goes back to relationships. We were best friends. We went everywhere together. We didn’t have kids for 5 years. We were together on every set and every experience. I have so many of my friends from his movie sets like Social Network.

29. Where were you when your marriage was ending? Were you ready? I don’t think anyone is ready. I am such a family person. My family is everything. I would literally do anything to take any pain away from my kid. There is literally nothing I would not do.

30. I am a very Christmas card, basic bitch girl who believes family is more important than life or work. I would honestly do anything to keep my family together.

31. During COVID ahead of the divorce announcement: He was having struggles with his dad. He said mentally I am not OK. Like for me, if anyone said I am not OK, you don’t argue with that.

32. Long story short, he left. I saw some text messages that were not supposed to be sent to me.

33. You know what, we have worked so hard and come so far, you just don’t leave your family during a global pandemic. Especially with everything that we have been through.

34.Yes, family is important, but some people are OK with infidelity, but some people can move on, some people can turn a blind eye, but I fucking deserve the world and I am not the girl.

35. I think people make mistakes but I was never going to stay in a relationship where I was disrespected.

36. I remember screaming and crying and not understanding how and why that this could even be happening after we had so many plans. We wanted more kids. We wanted to be in this neighborhood.

37. It was the most horrible time of my life. I am strong. Yes, you are strong as fuck. From the sidelines, watching you…the way you handled it should be written about.

38. Did he try to fight for the marriage when you wanted to end it? He was not in a great place at the time. I won’t speak on his behalf in terms of treatment but all I wanted for him was for him to get help.

39. I drove him to the airport.

40. A good place to heal is where there is no paparazzi or tabloids. I honestly think that one more year might be our “safe zone” here. It is not like we are hiding but I just want to protect them until they can understand that we are both in really healthy places now.

41. I told my daughter I will buy half of your car if you wait until you are 16 to have a phone.

42. I don’t want to overstep but this came out in the media that Armie is paying $1,500 per month in child support and for some reason that became public. I have built a really successful company and I have 3 shows right now in production. I am so grateful for the success of my company and my team. I can sit here and literally spend however many dollars on another year of arguing back and forth with him about how much money and it is such a waste. I will provide for our kids. They are with me all the time.

43. We were in LA and we were staying at my friend’s house and together putting the kids to sleep and reading a book together. That is what kids want and that is what makes them happy. If that is the one thing I can give them I will. There is nothing I won’t do for them. They didn’t ask for any of this.

44. Are you still dating your hot boyfriend? Yes. He is amazing. He is from Lithuania. Born and raised in a small village. He is a physical therapist. I am in love and I love him.

45. So if you move to LA is he going to come? I don’t know. Everyone says the city will ruin him. He is very traditional. He is only 26.

46. The kids love him so much. He is so present and great with them. He is never on his phone.

47. Our family of four, including Armie, is really important to them. That is their identity now.

48. Regarding work: I am excited for the one on Discovery. It is basically a Dateline but with modern terms. Toxic relationships. I am manifesting 300 seasons of it.

49. We have also done a show on Hulu about opening the location here in Cayman which I am hosting and producing. A couple of other ones that just sold.

50. In the end, everything comes down to trauma. Maybe you are filling a void you did not have when you were younger. We are all products of our upbringing. And that really manifests itself in romantic relationships.

#Youtube

[9800sblog]

Pick a card tarot reading - which TV show and movie are you and your friends in?

can be your next friendgroup too!

-> let's talk about your dynamics with others and the contexts you and your friends are inserted; do you have a potential lover in your friendgroup? can you identify who is your closest friend there? what are the possible next events? which TV show and movie would you love to watch right now?

-> this is exclusively my interpretation of what tarot cards showed me through energy reading, I could be wrong, take only what you think makes sense to you and message me if you have any questions! ^^

let's get into it!!!!

pick your pile

from up to down: Pile 1 (The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You - My Chemical Romance), Pile 2 (Flashing Lights - Kanye West, Dwele), Pile 3 (Would've, Could've, Should've - Taylor Swift)

Pile 1

South Park and Harry Potter

the existence of your group in itself is odd, you're all totally different, but share something in common that bonds you. your group follows some sort of structure, likely meeting at school everyday and/or living nearby each other and have been/will be together during your formative years (childhood and teen years). you will always see these people as your home, even if just through nostalgia, you go through unimaginable adversities together. you resolve problems with unkindness and you always get away with stuff. overall, lots of people don't like y'all because you're all self absorbed, but someone in the group specifically, probably the "leader", thinks they're somehow special and that drives outsiders crazy. your group is the outcasts who think they are popular and are given special treatment from people in power. you guys dare to be different and act the way your intuition says to act, you're not worried about acting the way you're expected or "supposed" to act because you think people like that are dumb, you have childlike souls. your intentions are pure and you're just trying to live your life with fun and without worry, if anyone gets in the way of that, a fight is sure to happen. this group is totally platonic.

Pile 2

The Good Place and The Craft

this is my spiritual friend group! you hang out to practice things, you're a team, this might be a literal sports team working on their team spirit. the leader of this group is a liar! I wouldn't trust them. this group doesn't or hasn't worked well together because people are/were acting selfishly; secrets, gossips and arguments, the minute you guys identify and end the manipulations, this team will be stronger than ever! happy individuals and an unbreakable bond. of course it won't be easy! there is so much hard work required, many discussions and ugly endings, but teamwork is the dream work. this might require you to kick someone out. you guys have a spiritual connection, work on being better people for your own selves and you'll have a revolutionary relationship, life-changing stuff that will help many others.

Pile 3

The Office and Clueless

brought together by the most soul crushing responsibilities, you guys work so well together because you respect each other's individuality. you make everyday life fun by exploring different outcomes of boring events, you don't wanna be stuck where you are so you try to push each other to go out of their comfort zones and y'all pretty imature when you're together! your work may be mediocre but who cares? it doesn't matter! you follow your passions in other ways anyways, these are just annoying obligations. your connections are fulfilling and make you happy, you find comfort in them, you're so similar, yet so different, with different backgrounds and stories. you may find that romance you've been dreaming of in your friend group!! best friends to lovers :D (please don't date your "ex" step brother)

#tarot #free tarot #tarot game #pick a card #pac tarot #tarot online #tarot community #pick a pile #pick a deck #pick a picture #pick a photo #personality test #south park #harry potter #the craft #the office #clueless #the good place

[the-archangel]

It's My (Halloween) Party

Halloween fluff (mostly) with a NSFW middle bit!

“It’s fine V, honestly, it’s fine. I knew that in the end this is what would have to happen and so did you. I’m ready, it’s fine.”

V looks Johnny in the eye, the usual smug look had been replaced with one more sombre and thoughtful.

“Shit Johnny, I’m so sorry, but don’t you think you’re over-reacting the tiniest bit? I mean, I’m literally going to be gone for three days, I promise I’ll spend the day with you on Friday.”

“But it’s Hallowe’en tomorrow V, I wanted to take it all in, dress up and shit, y’know?”

“I know, I do, but you can always decorate the apartment. Hey, why not have a party? Get dressed up, invite your friends, it’ll be fun.”

Johnny huffs non-committally, he does love a party, he might struggle with the friends part though. “I got a costume, see what you think?”

V nods and settles back on the couch and a few minutes later a subtly changed Johnny re-enters the room. V looks at his friend’s black suit, shirt and tie combo quizzically, “Who’re you supposed to be?”

“I’m an old-school assassin, like in that movie we saw where he killed that dude with a library book.”

“Shit yeah! That’s pretty good. If you put away the shit-eating grin and worked on harassed and homicidal you’d look just like him.” V laughs.

“Thank you for your valuable feedback.” Johnny spits before stalking back to the wardrobe.

-

Kerry is also in a wardrobe, albeit a much larger, more glamourous one. This Hallowe’en is going to be epic and he and V need outfits to match. There is already a pretty impressive pile of discarded clothes and exotic costumes, but nothing seems quite right.

V had tried helping at first, unearthing pirate costumes and elegant military gear from long-forgotten videos and declaring it all perfect, but hot as V looked in the sexy highwayman outfit, none of it was vibing with Kerry so the outfit was abandoned with the rest – only a little torn by its somewhat hasty removal. So, V is returning home in good spirits, oblivious to the increasingly frustrated mood of his husband.

“Hey Ker, you still upstairs?” V shouts.

A muffled, “M,hm,” comes from somewhere above him. Taking the steps two at a time and entering the closet, V tries not to smirk at the picture before him: world-famous Rockerboy Kerry Eurodyne sat in his underpants and a black feather boa pouting in a maelstrom of abandoned ideas.

V carefully picks his way over to the comically dejected looking man and sits behind wrapping his arms around his shoulders and grimaces through the pain of the coat hanger currently digging into his upper thigh. “It’s OK Ker, I’ll drive us into the City Center, buy lunch, look for costumes…”

Kerry cuts him off, “No! There’s something here, I can feel it, I just can’t find it.”

V pulls him closer burying his face in the older man’s neck, mostly to hide the chuckle. “Ditch this for a couple of hours, we can come back to it later, we need to pack for tomorrow’s trip.”

The other man looks momentarily startled, he’d been trying to forget about the record company shindig in NY he’d agreed to host, only finally agreeing because there’d be chooms there he hadn’t seen in a few years – and because of the preem Hallowe-en party of course. “Sure, I suppose,” he says, reluctantly letting the boa fall to the floor and allowing V to help him up, not that he needed help of course.

-

V flicks a note to Johnny when they’re on the way to the airport, Kerry sighing and rolling his eyes as he does so. “I just don’t want him to worry.” Explains the ex-merc.

“You don’t want him bugging you all day asking if you’ve set off yet ya mean.” Mutters the Rockerboy.

Johnny reads the message sullenly, last Hallowe’en was a wash out what with hospital stays (him), hissy fits (Kerry) and psychological evaluations by the bucketful (him and V), he wanted this one to count. Asking around various bars had given him a few leads to some preem parties, but none of them were quite what he was looking for, too controlled, not enough mayhem, maybe he wouldn’t bother after all, just throw himself into some work and forget about the whole thing. Fucking Kerry spoiling his fun again.

The Afterlife is buzzing, especially for a Tuesday morning which is often the quietest part of the week, prolly everyone wanting to conclude business before the evening shenanigans begin Johnny thinks curling his lip. He heads towards a couple of chooms in a corner booth and begins to talk biz.

-

Dragging the cases to the cab whilst Kerry expansively describes the hotel they’ll be staying in, V quickly pings off another message to Johnny, ‘En route to hotel, any plans yet?’ but no reply is immediately forthcoming so he takes his seat and looks out at the crumbling skyscrapers of New York that remind him so much of home.

Kerry’s voice brings him back to the moment, “Do you think we made the right choice?”

Baffled, V looks for clues in his husband’s face, does he mean in coming to NY, or picking this hotel, or getting a cat, or, well the list is pretty long of things they may regret one day. “Nope, you’ve lost me.”

“Of costumes ya gonk, what else could I be talking about?”

V lets out a breath and grins, “Course, everyone’s gonna be blown away.”

“Ya think? It’s not going to come across as a little, I dunno, low effort?”

V grips Kerry’s hand even tighter than he already is, “Babe, no one is gonna care about anything other than how fucking awesome we look, it’s not even worth thinking about.”

Sinking into his husband’s arms, Kerry smiles and looks up into the ex-merc’s eyes, “You’re one choice I’m never gonna regret,” he whispers huskily before planting a kiss on V’s bearded chin and snoozing for the rest of the ride.

-

Back in NC, Johnny is in the shower after a seemingly straightforward gig that turned unexpectedly messy. Picking the bits of Scav bone out of his matted hair is taking longer than he anticipated, he grunts with satisfaction as each one hits the floor of the shower.

Finally feeling reasonably presentable he searches the apartment for his jacket, he’s finally found the perfect party, he’s ditched the costume, he very much wants to look recognisable as himself when he walks in. “Fucking thing, where’s it gone?” he mutters to himself as he turns the room upside-down. Sitting on the bed and scanning the room, he frowns as he notices V’s battered old ‘Second Conflict’, jacket on the back of the chair, the October air is too cool to go jacketless, so “Fuck,” he sighs as he shrugs on the offending item and leaves into the Hallowe’en afternoon smog.

-

For the more formal, earlier part of the evening, Kerry has chosen a powder blue shot-silk evening suit and for V a matching one in teal, V is leaning heavily on the dressing table clinging onto the edge with one hand and gently stroking Kerry’s hair with the other as the Rockerboy expertly and enthusiastically sucks on his cock. “You look so hot in that suit Ker,” V purrs between gasps, “hope I didn’t hurt your knees pushing you down on the floor like that.”

Kerry pulls away from the object of his obsession for a moment, a string of drool and precum connecting them still, “You know I’d crawl over broken glass to get to your dick,” he smirks running his tongue up the underside and grinning as V shivers, “but I will get my own back ‘bout the crack about my knees later.” V chuckles, then gasps as his length disappears into Kerry’s warm, willing mouth.

“Five-minute call Mr. Eurodyne,” a runner calls through the door just as V groans and Kerry swallows, he licks his lips and kisses his husband deeply.

-

Johnny is on the street looking over at the warehouse where the party is to be held in a few hours’ time. He’s rolled up pretty early since he’s unfamiliar with this part of Watson and wants to make sure he makes a big entrance dead on time later. Satisfied that he has identified the main entrance and any exits he may need for whatever reason he retires to a nearby bar, orders a tequila and checks his messages.

Despite still being pretty pissed at V for disappearing over the holidays, he grins when he sees his message, “Heck yeah!!” he replies and settles in for a couple of hours while he waits for the party to begin.

-

V basks in the reflected glow from his husband as Kerry charmingly ad-libs his way through introductions and conversations, finishing with him disappearing in a puff of smoke whilst a spooky instrumental version of Dark Matter is played allowing him to grab V and rush back to the dressing room to get changed for the party proper.

“Still not sure about this Vince,” says Kerry pulling on and adjusting the wig he spent many hours choosing and having styled just right, “but it is spooky how much you look like him, got his mannerisms down and everything. Gives me the creeps if I’m honest.”

Looking in the mirror, V has to agree that the make-up artist, who is now working on Kerry, has done a preem job, unsettlingly so in fact. “It’s supposed to give you the creeps, it’s Hallowe’eeeeeen,” he replies in his best spooky voice. After a last critical look in the mirror V grabs his jacket and leans on the doorframe having a smoke waiting for Kerry to be ready. The make up guy does a couple of last adjustments and stands back whilst Kerry plays with his Kiroshis to get just the right eye color and stands to look in the full-length mirror.

He's almost mesmerised by what he sees there, “You’re a fucking genius Terry,” he tells the make-up guy, eyes never leaving the mirror.

V comes up behind him and slips his arms around his waist, “I honestly don’t know if it’s wrong to feel like this, but you look so fucking hot right now.”

Kerry turns in his arms and looks for V’s eyes, but finds only his own reflection in the lenses of his glasses, “V honey, it’s never wrong to tell me I look hot.”

-

 People have started arriving to the party in Watson, Johnny nurses his drink and watches through the grimy window of the bar, waiting for the perfect time to make his entrance. He checks the pistol in his jacket, hefts his duffel bag onto his shoulder and makes his way over, avoiding being seen until he reaches the camera over the doorway to which he gives a one-fingered salute before heading inside.

It's maybe not what most people would call a party, mostly there are heavily chromed Maelstrommers hunched over laptops or having heavy conversations at tables, but as far as Johnny Silverhand is concerned anywhere where you can drink and have fun is a party, he’s already done the drinking part, now he’s ready for the fun.

He’d made it in and up the stairs without being spotted, clearly they’re all too busy to check the cameras, good. Standing just inside the doorway to the goon-filled open space beyond Johnny drops the bag pulling out V’s favourite SMG, Fenrir – perfect for these over-chromed gonks – and with something less flashy as a backup he kicks open the door, spraying bullets as he strides forwards.

Not being complete idiots, most of the gangers flee through the fire exit and disperse into the night, that’s fine, he’s not here to kill particularly, he’s here to collect. A couple of crumpled bodies impede his entrance slightly, but he grins as a metallic voice whines, “Shit, it’s Johnny Silverhand,” he makes his way towards the injured goon.

A couple of the guys don’t seem to have got the message, a well-placed bullet re-acquaints them with it, a couple more decide to try to be heroes, a casually hurled grenade finishes them off, finally it’s just Johnny and his quarry and a nervous woman who appears to be the girlfriend.

“You Taser?” the merc asks lighting a cigarette, well-aware of how this illuminates his scowling face.

“Leave him alone,” the woman shrieks coming at Johnny with impressively sharp steel nails unsheathed, “or I’ll fuck that pretty face right up.”

“Aw, she thinks I’m pretty,” Johnny says as he slows her down with a spray of bullets to the legs.

“Shit, dude!” screams Taser covering his head with his arms and smearing the blood dripping from his chest over his face.

Johnny looks into a face that is mostly polished chrome with two red pin-pricks that he guesses must be eyes. “Brick says you owe him, and you owe him big. He wants his Eddies.”

Taser gulps, “But…” Johnny’s pistol presses uncomfortably into his abdomen, “Shit, fine,” his eyes glow violet for a moment, “it’s done, tell him it’s fucking done.”

“We thank you for your co-operation,” Johnny offers as he leaves.

-

Over in New York, the party is also in full swing, the media swarm around the red-carpeted entrance to the ballroom cooing over the guest’s costumes and analysing their choices. The short journey from their room to the party is a tense one for Kerry, still unsure if anyone will even get their costumes, never mind dig them. Hand in hand, he and V leave the elevator and turn the corner onto the carpet, dozens of heads turn, they’d been waiting for his arrival, not only is he a huge star, but his costume never disappoints. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but the gasps, laughs and applause are not unwelcome.

For the occasion, V has replaced his synth-skin chrome arm for an older, silver model, red shades and a dark, shoulder-length wig add to the look, but it’s the ‘borrowed’ clothes – leather trousers, Samurai tank and the iconic jacket – and immaculate mannerisms that really make the resemblance extraordinary.

Kerry had spent ages getting the bandana just so around his thick, curly dark hair. Terry had done an amazing job with the facial hair and tattoos and somehow made him look thirty all over again. The moment of inspiration had come as he put the pile of clothes back into the closet the previous day, his old leather vest had slipped from its hanger as he shuffled past with his armful of rejected outfits and on picking it up something akin to a lighting bolt hit him, Kerry Eurodyne and Johnny Silverhand finally together again after fifty years.

The crowd lapped it up, especially when they stop for a very wet, passionate and long kiss, tomorrow’s screamsheet headlines are just writing themselves.

-

Having collected his payment for a job well done, Johnny makes his way through town, stopping briefly to change before making his way to the Afterlife and the private party he was about to crash. The feeds on the street caught his eye, he stands clenching has cigarette between thin lips as he watches the footage beamed from New York, he was definitely going to have to have a very serious word with V later.

-

The party was awesome, Kerry had kept his crown as the King of Hallowe’en and V was having a lot of fun channelling Johnny again for one night. Back in their room, the Rockerboy throws himself onto the bed chatting animatedly about how awesome the evening was while V sits beside him, smiling at how happy they both are and remembering how lucky he is.

“Y’know,” says V resting his hand on his husband’s chest, “Rock God Kerry is my guy, but this version is still doing it for me.” Kerry scowls at first, but is soon smiling again as V’s hand slides down his torso and into his jeans, “Keep the costume on for a while huh?” he asks, running his tongue around a pert nipple.

Kerry closes his eyes and moans softly, but then opens them and pulls himself up into a seated position, evicting a confused V from his chest, “You’re gonna have to get changed, the thought of Johnny anywhere near my cock is putting me off,” he growls.

V snickers, Johnny would love to know he was cock-blocking him from the other side of the country, “Course Ker, gimme a minute.” The ‘borrowed’ clothes drop to the floor, the shades and wig come off and the make-up is wiped away, a few minutes later a fresh-faced V comes back to four angry messages from Johnny and a gently snoring husband, it’s OK he decides curling up next to his man, it can all wait til morning.

#cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #kerry eurodyne x male v #kerry x male v #cyberpunk kerry #v cyberpunk #kerry is my muse #cyberpunk v #kerry x v #johnny silverhand #halloween

[hikarimiyanaga]

Loving You Sequel (Pt.8)

I know that it's been months. I want to kill my writer's block, I swear.

This is the end. I'll just try to get some bonus stuff when I can.

Warning : Omegaverse. Alpha!Reader x Omega!Wanda Maximoff. Curse Words.

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You come home and sigh in relief as you take off your coat.

“Wanda, love?” You shout into the house and you raise an eyebrow as you get no reply. Wanda was usually the first one to come home, specially since she’s nearing her heat. “Are you somewhere?” You mumble as you notice her shoes still in the doorway, so she didn’t go out. You discard your bag and keys then go upstairs. You open the bedroom and see her sleeping while surrounded by your clothes. You smile then go quietly to her. “Hello, love.” She slowly opens her eyes then smiles as she sees you.

“Moya lyubov.” She pulls you by your collar and quickly bury your face into her chest. “I missed you.” You push yourself off of her and grin.

“Clearly.” You look at the mess and kiss her. “You’re going to help me put all of these back after your heat.”

“Sure.” You begin relieving her of her heat.

-

You were preparing breakfast downstairs while Wanda is getting ready for the day. She has the day off because of her heat. She looks at her mark and can’t help the smile that takes over her face.

“Wanda? Breakfast is ready, babe!”

“I’m coming!” It was a typical day. It was supposed to be. Wanda was in heat so she’d the next few days at home, just resting while you stay with her for the first couple of days then go into work after the worst of the heat has passed by. You furrow your eyebrow when Wanda comes down the stairs with no scent at all… what?

“Did you spray some perfume? I can’t smell you at all.” Wanda shakes her head then you get your phone as she sits.

You: Sis, what was Venus’s first symptoms when she got pregnant?  

Alsie: Lost of scent then she got super clingy. Why?

Alsie: …

Alsie: Y/N! Venus just gave birth! DID YOU IMPREGNATE WANDA ALREADY!?

You: What does that got to do with me impregnating MY WIFE??

Alsie: Huh. You know what. Might be good. Yeah. Good for you.

You: ????

“Who are you texting?” Wanda asks as she eats her pancakes.

“Alsie.” She hums.

“Say hi for me.”

“Gotcha.”

-

You were both just watching a movie when it happened. She liked touching your hand but she also liked having her space. It looked like she was not letting you go though.

“Wanda, love?” She hums, not turning away from the movie. “Can I have my arm back? I’m going to prepare us some dinner.” She paused the movie then thought about it for a second. You wanted to take a picture of her because she looked adorable.

“No. Just order us take-out.” She says and you raise an eyebrow at her.

��Wanda. The kitchen is literally ten feet away. I can prepare u-“

“No. I don’t want to let you go.”

“It’s for dinner. You can and let me go.”

“No. Please, moya lyubov?” She brings out her puppy eyes and pout and you sigh in defeat. You groan as you get your phone and she grins at you.

“What do you want to eat?” She hums then cuddles into your arm even more.

“Can we get some burgers?” You nod then order. She plays the movie again and you hum as you put your phone down and watch. The doorbell ring fifteen minutes later and Wanda lets you go with a pout. You get the order then sit besides her once again.

“Here.” You hold out her burger then she smiles at you. You notice then raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“Can you feed me?” She asks with pleading eyes.

“Wanda. It’s a burger. You can literally eat it with one hand.”

“Please, moya lyubov?” You don’t budge. “Darling?” Nope. “Wifey?” Nadah. “Y/N, baby?” No. “Y/N Maximoff.” You blush at that. OKAY. IT JUST AFFECTS YOU THE MOST OKAY. HEARING HER LAST NAME WITH YOUR NAME JUST DOES SOMETHING TO YOUR HEART. Wanda grins because she finally has her weapon. She leans closer to your ear then with her sultry voice that she knows you love, because you pointed it out to her multiple times already. “Please, my lovely Y/N Maximoff. Please feed me.” You growl then put down the burger and Wanda yelps as you pin her down.

“Wanda. Stop that.”

“Stop what?” She asks with an innocent grin the chuckle as she notices the bulge in your pants. GODDAMN SULTRY VOICE.

“Damn it, woman. Do you want dinner or-“

“You.” You whimper at that and she runs her hand through your chest. “Always you, moya lyubov.” You toss the blanket off of her then carry her upstairs.

-

Wanda giggles as you come back to the room with your order.

“Now it’s cold. This is your fault.” You grumble as you hold out her burger and this time she accepts it with a grin. You start eating your own meal while you check your phone. You notice Wanda staring. “What is it?” She shakes her head then continues eating and you ignore it.

“I think I’m ready for babies.” You look at her with your burger hanging and your mouth open. “I just-“ Wanda blushes. “It’s been three years since we got married and we both have good jobs so I figure-“ She clears her throat when she still got no reply from you. “I want a little you running around.” You slowly put your burger down then hum as you see that she already finished hers. You then put her hand on your chest.

“Say that again.” Wanda raises an eyebrow at your behavior.

“I’m ready for babies.” She notices that you began crying and your heart beat faster than ever.

“God, how did I ever get so lucky with you, Wanda?” She was about to answer when you kiss her passionately and she can feel her core aching for you once again. “I’m absolutely in love with you.” She whimpers at your words and you can’t help but smile. “I’m going to make sure.” She nods at you. “For the next three days or so. I will be making sure you take everything in.” She nods again. “Everything, Wanda. I mean it. So this.” You kiss her stomach. “Will have my babies in it.”

“Yes. Please.” You smirk.

“Shall we start?”

-

You hum as you prepare your breakfast, lunch and dinner the next day, you made sure that you only needed to reheat the meals because you’re not letting anyone else see Wanda for the next few days. Your phone pings and see that Alsie has texted you.

Alsie: SO??? Is Wanda pregnant?

You: She will be. I’m making sure of it.

Alsie: …

Alsie: I’m scared, concerned, and excited at the same time.

Alsie: You’re making sure????

You: Yup. She wants to have them too so. We’re going to get pregnant no matter what.

Alsie: Oh. Congrats. Val is going to be jealous.

You laugh at that.

You: Stop teasing her and Leah. They might be soulmates but they’ve only been going out for eight months.

Alsie: Unplanned pregnancy is still up in the air.

You: ALSIE! Damn. Stop it.

Alsie: Fine. I’m telling everyone not to bother you and Wanda for the next week or so.

You: Thank you. Call me if there’s an emergency though.

Alsie: Will do.

You finish prepping the tray then bring it upstairs. Wanda is still sleeping and you can’t help but smile. She just looks so relaxed. You love that.

“Wanda, love.” She opens her eyes slowly then smiles.

“Yes, wife?”

“We should eat breakfast.” You kiss her. “So we’ll have energy.” She grins then sits on the bed.

-

Three days later.

Your phone rings and Wanda grumbles as she turns away from the sound.

“Sorry, love.” You get out of the bed then get the offending device. Light was calling you. “I’m just outside, Wands.” She manages a weak wave and you chuckle as you answer your phone.

“Is there something wrong, teach?” You put your bathrobe on and stretch.

 “Yep. Where did you put the last two datas you gathered? Also, where are the samples you had four days ago?”

“The datas are in the fourth drawer on my desk and the samples are in the fridge.” You pause…. “Did you not do anything for the past three days?????” Light would usually be on top of everything. She sighs.

“Yes.” She clears her throat. “We just confirmed out that Peggy is pregnant and well. We kinda overdid it with the celebratory sex.” You laugh at that.

“Look at you two! Finally having a kid after all these years.”

“Shut it, Maximoff. We just- we knew we couldn’t do it because Peggy was always busy but now that she’s OFFICIALLY retired and only does analysis, well.”

“Congratulations, Godmother.” You smile. “I can’t wait to meet them.” She laughs at that.

“Thanks. Now I know they’re going to be okay.”

“What?”

“They would have you, your wife and your siblings after all.” You beam at that. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem, teach. I’ll see you, okay?”

“Got it. Make sure she’s positive before you come back.” You grin as you hang up.

-

Wanda wakes up with her body feeling sore. She shudders as she remembers the past few days. You barely made her rest. She sees some pregnancy tests on the bedside drawer and hum as she takes one with her to the bathroom. She smiles as she gets your note from the mirror.

‘I went out to refill the grocery stock. Figured you needed the rest. Love you.

PS. Up to you if you want to take the tests or not. I might also be gone long because Ma and Mom needed some help back at the house. I’ll be back as soon as I can. There’s food in the fridge and you only have to reheat them.’

She takes the stick out and take a deep breath. She wants to find out now.

After taking it and the result still not coming out. Wanda wore some of your clothes and went downstairs to get some food. She heard her phone ring and answer it.

“Morning, love.” She smiles at your voice as she places the food on the microwave.

“Morning, moya lyubov.” She sits down at the table.

“Did you just wake up? Is my wife not getting enough sleep?”

“Hey, you’re the one who keeps on not letting me sleep for five hours straight.” You chuckle at that. “Not that I’m complaining.” You laugh now and she smiles.

“Good. Also, I might be longer than expected. Mom and Ma decided to foster so the three of us are clearing our rooms.”

“Foster?” The microwave dings and Wanda takes out the food.

“Yep. Apparently, one of Ma’s childhood friends got into an accident a month ago. She didn’t want the five kids to be in the system so she volunteered to foster them… and hopefully adopt them.”

“You’re going to be a big sister?” She gets a glass and fills it with water.

She hears a grunt and Alsie’s voice saying Valerie’s name. “Jeez, be careful, Val. That thing can kill someone by just it’s weight.” Wanda can hear Val saying sorry. “Sorry about that. And yes, if things go well.”

“Who are you talking to?” Alsie asks and Wanda can hear you scoff.

“Who do you think?” Alsie laughs then shouts Hi and Wanda giggles.

“Tell her I said Hi, as well.” You hum.

“That should be all.” She can hear Valerie sigh in relief. “You talking to Wanda?”

“Yep.”

“Good luck on the babies, Wanda! Name one after me, okay?” Wanda giggles as she can hear your grumble.

“Where are the other two sleeping, Ma?” She can hear you ask.

“Hopefully they can share beds.” She can hear the three of you groan.

“At least get them beds, ma.”

“Yeah, one of them is thirteen.”

“Sorry, love, we need to educate our mothers on privacy. Hopefully, I’ll be back in two hours.”

“Got it. Be careful, Y/N. I love you.”

“Love you too, Wanda.” You hang up then she eats.

-

Honestly, Wanda had forgotten about the test, specially when Pietro called her and gushed about his soulmate, Crystal. Then he also invited her and you and your family to the upcoming Olympics to be his personal cheerleaders. Wanda chatted for a good hour with her brother and lost track of time.

“Love? I’m home!” You open the door and bring inside the groceries that you got earlier. Wanda hangs up after she says goodbye then kisses you as you remove your coat.

“Welcome back.” You smile then kiss her again, you won’t ever get tired of coming home to her.

“Yeah.” You try to deepen the kiss but she stops you.

“Groceries, Y/N. I’m going to put them away so go change.” You hum in agreement as you place the bags on the kitchen counter.

“I’m going to help after I finish.” She hums then you jog upstairs. You were looking for a fresh shirt when you notice the stick with two lines on it. Your heart leapt from your chest. It was positive. You run downstairs then quickly hug and kiss Wanda. She yelps then gets confused why you’re laughing.

“What’s up, moya lyubov?” She asks after the third kiss.

“Wanda, your surprise.” Wanda tilts her head at you.

“What surprise?” You confusedly hold out the pregnancy test.

“This?” She snatches it then freeze. Positive. It was positive. She’s pregnant.

“I forgot.” She looks at you then you smile.

“Want to take more to confirm it?” She nods then run upstairs to get a few more tests. You follow her then wear a new shirt. You send Venus a quick text asking if she knew any pediatrician and where you can confirm Wanda’s pregnancy. Then you go downstairs to finish putting away the groceries. Wanda comes down just as you finish the last bag.

“Y/N.” You look at her then smile.

“All of them?” She nods then you chuckle as she begins crying.

“Wanda.” You hug her then cry yourself. “I love you so much, Wands.”

-

“How many do you want of them, Y/N?” She asks and you hum as you make random patterns on her arm.

“Maybe ten?” She looks at you and you look away. “Look, I love you and I want you to have my babies as much as possible but if you want-“ She kisses you then.

“Ten sounds good.”

“Really?”

“Y/N Maximoff.” She calls out and you gulp. “I am yours. Forever.” She puts your hand on her stomach. “And I want to have as many children as possible as well.”

“But your career-“

“It doesn’t mean that we have to have one every year. Heck, you do know that twins run in my family, right?” You grin at that.

“Twins. Oh my god, we might be having twins. Hell yes.” She giggles as you fist pump.

“You’re that excited about twins?” You kiss her.

“Of course. It’ll be so cute and they’ll have each other.”

“Do you want them to be like Pietro and me? A boy and a girl?” You hum.

“Yes. I want them to have the bond that you two have.” She cuddles closer and you kiss her head. “Let’s sleep, shall we? We’ll tell everyone else tomorrow.”

-

You wake up when your phone kept ringing for the past hour. Wanda whines when you pull away and you mumble an apology as you reach for your phone. You answer it when you see it was Venus.

“Wha-“

“IS IT POSITIVE!? IS IT CONFIRMED!?” You groan at Alsie’s voice then hear some rustling.

“Sorry about that, Y/N. She read my messages this morning and called you after.”

“She’s too nosy for her own good.” Venus hums in agreement.

“I do would like to know.” You grin as you sit.

“Yes. She’s pregnant. As told by the ten pregnancy tests she took.” You can hear Alsie’s squeal and realize that Venus put you on speaker.

“Congratulations, little sister.” You can hear the fondness in Venus’s voice and smile.

“Thank you.”

“Is Wanda awake? Can I talk to her?” You shake your wife and she pouts at you.

“Venus wants to talk. I’ll just prepare us breakfast.” Wanda sighs as she accepts the phone and you give her a kiss on her forehead.

“Hello?”

“Good morning, sister-in-law.” Wanda chuckles as she gets dressed.

“Good morning, indeed. Y/N said you wanted to talk to me?”

“I just want us to talk, omega to omega since well… it’s our first time as mothers.” Wanda smiles at that. “I also invited Mrs. Peggy and Ma. Ma because well, she’s experienced and Peggy wants to have bonding time with us.”

“I can do that. When is it?”

“Today. By lunch, we’ll be at your guys’ house and you should kick Y/N out.”

“Oh.” Venus laughs at her as she goes down the stairs.

“Sorry for the short notice.” Wanda hums as she looks at you from the doorway.

“It’s okay. Do I have to cook? Do you guys want anything?”

“Nah. We’ll bring the foods. Just kick her out.”

“Okay. I’ll see you all later then.”

“See you, Wanda.” Venus hangs up and Wanda smiles as you go to her.

“Let’s go have breakfast, love.” She kisses you and you smile into it.

-

After successfully kicking you out by saying the truth, Wanda waits for Venus, Peggy and Dahlia.

“Are you free?” You ask Natasha who laughs at your predicament.

“Wanda’s already kicking you out, good for her.” You groan at your best friend and she giggles. “I’m with Yelena and Angel, come on over if you want.” You sigh in relief and begin driving to her house.

“Why is Yelena with you?”

“Kate’s over in London training and she was bored.”

“Oh yeah, you guys are coming to the world cup, right?”

“Yeah. You guys are invited too, you know that, right?”

“Um. Well, we might not be able to go.”

“You better get your ass here and explain.” Yelena speaks and you smile.

“Okay, jeez. I’ll be there in a minute.”

-

“Hey. Come on in.” Natasha opens the door and you sigh in relief.

“Hey, Y/N! Did Wanda really kick you out of your house?” You glare at the smug Yelena.

“Hey, Yelena. Did Kate train without you in London?” Yelena growls at you as Natasha laughs when she passes by.

“Y/N.” Angel kisses your cheek. “Have you had lunch yet?”

“No. Wanda kicked me out before I could even buy us some.”

“I’m going to get you a plate. Wait there.” You nod then thank Angel as you sit besides Yelena.

“Why did your wife kick you out?” You sigh.

“Apparently, Ma, Peggy and Venus wanted to talk to her without me.”

“Here you go.” You accept the plate and Angel sits on Natasha’s lap.

“Seriously? What did they want to talk about?”

“Pregnancy, I think.” They all freeze as you grumble. “They should’ve involved me, I’m a first-time parent too.”

“Pregnancy?” “Wanda is pregnant?” Natasha and Angel asks at the same time and you nod.

“We’ve been trying for the past three days and we confirmed it yesterday.” Angel hugs you in excitement and Natasha was quite tame in her congratulations. You raise an eyebrow at your best friend.

“She’s just bummed that I told her that we should wait for two more years.” Angel explains and you chuckle.

“After Olympics?”

“Yep. So we can have more free time than ever.” Angel says with a sultry voice and you choke as Natasha seems to be in a daze.

“OKAY! Jeez, I’m still here, Angel. Maybe tone it down.” Yelena grumbles as you put your plate down.

“She’s right, Angel. We don’t to watch. EVER. So please calm down.” Angel rolls her eyes at you.

-

Wanda opens the door and Dahlia immediately hugs her.

“Wanda!” Dahlia squeals then lets her go. “Sorry. I know I just held Eula last week but. Another grandchild!” Wanda smiles at her.

“We get it, ma. Now please move, the food will get cold.” Dahlia helps Venus get the food inside and Peggy gets inside looking very pregnant.

“I thought you guys just confirmed it?”

“They confirmed it by leaving it alone for three months!” Dahlia shouts from the kitchen and Wanda giggles.

“Even with the morning sickness and all that?” Peggy sighs as she takes off her coat.

“Yes. We both didn’t want to be hopeful.”

“Even when it was obvious?” Peggy rolls her eyes at them.

“Shut it. Let’s just eat.” The other three chuckles as they all go to the kitchen.

-

You come home after three hours and open the door with laughter coming from the living room.

“I’m home!” The four stops then look at you as you approach them. “Hey, Ma. Sis. Peggy.” The three wave at you as you walk to Wanda. “Hi, love.” You kiss Wanda and she smiles into it.

“Welcome home.” She whispers and you grin.

“Y/N. We’re still here.” Venus says and you raise an eyebrow at her.

“You’re lucky that Ma is here. I still remember what you and Alsie said to me.” Venus blushes as Wanda chuckles. You kept complaining to her about that night.

“Shut up!” You shrug then go to the kitchen.

“Are you guys hungry? Want me to cook?” The four omegas look at each other then smile.

“Yeah.” They all giggle as you roll your eyes.

“What’s funny?”

“Just-” Wanda is about to say when Venus stops her by putting her hand on her mouth. You raise an eyebrow at them.

“Nothing!” Venus glares at Wanda who gently pries the hand off her mouth. You shrug then begin preparing dinner for five people.

-

“You okay, love?” You ask Wanda as she lays down on your bed.

“Yeah. Just tired.” You hum then sit beside her.

“Anything I can do to help?” You take her hand then kiss it. She blushes lightly then hug you.

“You being by my side is enough, Y/N.” You chuckle at that and kiss her.

“You sure? I can get you anything you’re craving.”

“Baby, it hasn’t even been a month.” Wanda pats the space beside her. “Let’s just get some rest.” You grin then nod at her. You get on the bed and kiss her again.

“I love you so much, Wanda.” She grins at you.

“I love you so much too, Y/N.”

-

After nine months.

“Baby.” Wanda calls out and you immediately shove aside your laptop then run to the bedroom.

“Wanda?”

“In here, baby.” You get inside the bathroom and see her hunched over the sink.

“Shoot.” You carry her princess style and bring her downstairs. You put her down besides the car and unlock it for her. “Just give me a second, I’m going to grab the bag.” She nods as she gets inside the car. As if you were on a marathon, you quickly grab the bag that was meant for her delivery. You shove the bag on the backseat and quickly get inside.

-

You were anxiously waiting outside the operating room when your four sisters arrive at the hospital.

“Y/N.” Alsie softly calls out and you sigh in relief as you stand then hug her.

“She okay?”

“Yeah. The doctor said everything is fine.”

“Then why are you out here?”

“Because she was smothering her wife.” You scoff at your ma who hugs your sisters as well.

“Ahh. You Y/LNs are too protective.” Venus says and you glare at her.

“Where’s Eula?”

“Libba is watching over her.”

“Mrs. Maximoff?” The doctor calls out and you stand and face her. “The delivery will begin in five minutes. Your wife has permitted that you be there for it.”

“Thank you, doc.” You get inside the room and see Wanda smiling at her phone.

“Oh here she is, ma.” She holds out the phone and you take it. Oh, she was face timing Iryna.

“Hey, ma. How are things in Sokovia?” Iryna smiles at you and she proceeds to tell you everything about their trip when the nurses began arriving in the room.

“Ma, I’m going to have-“

“Just go, Y/N. Make sure to tell us the gender, okay?”

“Got it. Love you guys!” You hang up and go to the delivery room alongside Wanda.

-

After an agonizing four hours, you finally hold one of the twins. While the nurse is cleaning the other one. Wanda opens her eyes, and you quickly go to her.

“Hey, love.” She gets teary-eyed as you show Tommy to her.

“Is that-?” You nod then sit besides her on the bed.

“Thomas, love.” You gently place Tommy in her arms and she immediately coos at him.

“Mrs. Maximoff?” The nurse asks and you go to her. You get Billy from her and smile. “They’re both very healthy. Their weights are on the average scale.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll go now.” You nod then go to Wanda’s side again. You show her Billy and she looks at you then cries softly.

“Oh god, love.” You place down Billy besides Tommy and gently wipes away her tears. “Are you okay?” She nods then looks down at the twins.

“I’m just so happy.” You nod then kiss her forehead.

“I’m so happy too.” You get Tommy from her lap. “I’m just letting everyone else in, okay?” She nods and you go to the door. You look back as Wanda caresses Billy’s hands gently with a teary smile.

You open the door and step out. As they see you, everyone outside stands and immediately lights up as they see Tommy.

“Hey everyone.” You say softly and they gather quietly in front of you. “This is Thomas Maximoff.” Zale looks at you and you smile at her. “William is inside.”

“Twins?” Dahlia asks and you nod. They all gasp and you chuckle softly.

“Come on.” Leah opens the door for you and you give her a soft thanks. You all pile up inside and Wanda smiles as you gently give Tommy to Dahlia. “V.” You call out and Venus goes to you. You pick up Billy from Wanda then give him to your sister-in-law gently. “This is William.” You go sit besides Wanda then kiss her. “Do you wanna call your mom and dad with me?”

“Yes. Where’s Piet?”

“He grabbed Dinner for everyone. Along with Alsie and Val.” You get your phone then dial Iryna’s number.

“Finally, Y/N! Is it over what is the baby’s name and gender?” You look at Wanda and she snuggles into your arm.

“Babies, ma. Thomas and William. They’re both boys.”

“Twins?” Iryna gasps softly and you grin.

“Yep. It really does run in the family.”

“Y/N? What did you do?” Oleg comes into the screen and you chuckle alongside Wanda. Everyone else in the room is too preoccupied with the twins.

“Wanda had twins, pa.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Thomas and William. Both boys.” You hear Oleg cheer then see him hug Iryna. You and Wanda both laugh at their antics.

“Okay, we’ll be going back in a week, make sure you take care of them, okay?” You nod at Iryna then say goodbye to your parents.

“Hey, we brought-“ Alsie opens the door and everyone turns to them.

“Dinner.” Val comes in next and freezes at the two babies that is now being held by Zale and Crystal.

“Move, you two!” Pietro tries to get them out of the way to no avail.

“Twins?” Pietro stops at that and you smile at Alsie.

“Yeah. Both boys.” The three quickly discard the dinner onto the desk besides Wanda’s bed and coo at their nephews.

“Names?” Pietro asks softly as he looks at Tommy.

“That is Thomas and the other one is William.”

“Hi, Billy.” Alsie greets as Zale hands him over to her. “It’s very nice to meet you. I’m your cool aunt.”

“Hey.” Valerie protests softly as she holds Billy’s hand. “I’m the much cooler aunt.” You all laugh softly at her then smirk.

“I think you’ll find both Nat and Angel fighting you both for that position.” Your two older sisters raise an eyebrow at you.

“They can try-“ “But we will win.” You chuckle then kiss Wanda.

“I love you so much.” You declare once again and Wanda smiles as she kisses you again.

“I love you so much too.”

A/N:

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[ethan-landrys-left-scrotum]

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉

Killings,Death,S!x,mentions of death,Ghostface

“We're here!” your bf exclaimed excitedly getting out of the car. Wingstop is where they wanted to go,the food was good so you weren't complaining on that end. You both walk in and his friends are seated in a booth near the back, “hey guys” you bf says to alert his friends, they look over some waving “yoo” one of his friends said, some on the booth scooted over to give both some room “hey (bf/n)” said james, one of your bf’s good friends. Some had completely ignored that you were there while the others gave you dirty looks, you were used to it, you mostly had just spaced out to get it over with fast enough.

30 mins later

‘Ding’ your phone had gone off, you looked down receiving a text message from “eth<3”, you sighed in relief, finally something to distract you from the torture, you openend up your phone to see what Ethan had said. “How’s it going with your bf and his friend?” he had asked. You and Ethan were very close, you both hang out outside of the group, always studying together, watching movies, midnight snack runs, you too were almost inseparable, although the group was telling you that he had an undying love for you, you just pushed it to the side not thinking much of it, you had a bf of course that you loved dearly.

You and Ethan were supposed to hangout tonight to study and watch a movie but instead your bf insisted that you hangout with his friends and him. To be honest you thought your bf had pushed you to hangout with him so bad is because he didn't like Ethan. More like despised, he was always talking bad about him, saying how he’s some kind of weirdo or freak, one thing he especially doesn’t like is the way Ethan stares at you. He says he stares at you differently than everyone else and it discomforts him.

“It’s okay I guess, I mean his friends haven’t started making fun of me yet” you said at ease. “That’s good”.” You down to hang out later tonight when you all are done?” Ethan had asked you. You really wished you could say yes but your bf doesn’t like you out multiple times a night….especially with Ethan. “Idk i’ll see if i can but you know how he is” you had responded slightly upset sighing as you sent the text. Your bf had noticed this and looked over to see what was upsetting you, he saw you were texting Ethan again, “You're for real texting that weirdo again?” he said in a gawking tone, “yes why?” you asked slightly annoyed, “Guess what guys she’s texting that loser again, you guys remember him? Ethan” he said, all his friends agreeing to his question “Yeah I remember his loser ass what about him” one of his friends asked “He trying to take my girl again away, pussy ass thinks he's trying to do something” said you bf, “Would you just stop, you know he's not” you said started to get more irritated at you supposed to be lover, “You literally know he is stop being a slut” you bf said to you, it hurt. He was supposed to be your boyfriend and he just called you a slut. “I’m sorry?” you said still in shock, “You heard him stop being a slut” one of his friends said. They all started throwing insults and horrible names. You weren't even crying, you didn’t know how to feel.

You just left, you didn’t say a word, you didn’t look at them, not even your boyfriend. You walked about half a block and right in front of this alleyway, far enough to where your “bf” couldn’t find you. You called Ethan to tell him what happened. “Heyy your home early, you down for tonight?” “I’m uh…not home actually” you said, sad and disappointed. “Oh, what? What’s wrong you sound upset (n/n)?”, “I left the restaurant, I was texting you and (bf/n) looked over and started talking bad on you so I defended you and him and his friends started slut shaming me” you said with tears in your eyes, “Oh (n/n), I’m so sorry, really..That sounds absolutely horrible”.”I-is there anything I can do, I-i’ll pick you up seriously, you can spend the night here if you want, of course you can sleep in my bed i’ll sleep on the couch” He said nervously as he was laughing slightly from embarrassment at the end from his stuttering. You could tell he was blushing on the other side of the phone which brightened up your mood just slightly. “Yeah actually that would be nice, i’ll send you my location…Thank you Ethan, really.” You said grateful for Ethan, “Yeah no problem i’m heading over right now” Ethan said as you hung up, after you sent Ethan your location you waited patiently. You never realized how creepy it was over here at night. Pitch black alley way behind you, while almost nobody roamed the streets, sounds of cars from a far and very faint music from restaurants from around you played.

You were constantly turning around to see if anything was there, your left, your right. Nothing. But you had this feeling of just something being there, something watching you. You waited a bit longer, turning to see if Ethan was going to be nearby. No sign of him. As you were about to check his location. A gloved hand covers your mouth, as you're about to scream, a modulated voice says “Don’t scream”, you obliged shakily terrified for your life. You knew who it was, your friends talked about him all the time..Ghostface. You’re the only one in the friend group to not have an experience, well guess that changed. Ghostface led you deeper into the alley way so no eyes could see. He let go of your mouth taking out his knife, lightly dragging it across your torso up your breasts to your collarbone. You were waiting for him to plunge the knife into you. You closed your eyes waiting for the wounding pain to overcome you…

Nothing, you kept your eyes closed for a little longer scared for if you open them he’d stab you right then and there to make you watch him as he sunk the knife into your skin. A low, almost robotic chuckle came out of him as you felt a strong gust of wind move past you and heavy footprints leading away from you. You opened your eyes not seeing him there anymore…Again nothing. You stood there, in shock not knowing what to do. If you told the other you were scared they were going to make fun of you. A car horn honked, shaking you out of your thoughts. Ethan, you’ve never been so thankful in your life. Ethan looked slightly shaken up as you can see from the passenger window. You get in quickly scared for Ghostface to appear again.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls ive been calling you over and over and you didn’t answer I was worried something had happened” Ethan said worriedly, ‘ no wonder he looks so shaken up’ you thought, slightly blushing at the thought of him caring about you so much. “I-yeah i’m fine sorry, I’ll tell you back at the dorms.” You said recalling what happened not too long ago, “And um..is this Chad’s car?” you asked slightly laughing at the end, “Oh..Yeah my bad I asked him if I could I just needed a faster way to pick you up and It’s not safe for you to be out here by yourself at night” he said not making eye contact. “Yeah you're right you said buckling up. “Are you sure you're alright? You looked frightened” Ethan said, concerned about lacing his voice “Uh yeah don’t worry I’ll tell you as soon as we get back” You said.

“Alright”

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[melis-writes]

Hi, I had watched the movie Carlito’s Way a long while ago and became absolutely obsessed with him. So I came to tumblr in search of something to soothe the absolute hunger I have for him. And I had ended up being pretty disappointed because there really wasn’t anything on here for him except for the two fanfics you posted. And lord.. when I read them, I lost my shit.😭

Your writing is fucking amazing, literally a work of art. I was so deviously down bad that I was coming back to reread your fics almost every single day. Like I quite literally couldn’t get through my bad without reading your Carlito fanfics. So, I hope you don’t mind me sending in a couple of requests.🫶(because I’m a filthy little slut for Carlito and you are the only person who can perfectly fulfill by sinful thirst for this man.) also sorry if this is a lil too explicit if I make you uncomfortable or anything you can just ignore this message entirely and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.

So imagine, Carlito is sitting at his desk quietly. Trying desperately to focus on the paperwork in-front of him. Trying to focus on anything but you and how your cunt was squeezing him so fucking tightly. He feels you, sees you. Squirming impatiently, legs shaking, nails digging into the soft silk robe he bought that you had wrapped around your beautiful body, god- and how absolutely fucking wet you were. His cock was telling him to take you right there. Throw you over the desk and fuck you like the slut you were. He could only imagine how it would feel to grab you by the hair, manhandle you, and drag his cock in and out of you. He couldn’t just sit here, especially when you felt so good warning his cock. He was supposed to be punishing you for christ sake. But when he was around you all of his resolve seemed to disappear in an instant.

Yea I tried.😭 in short I just need you to hook me up. Im just desperate. You literally don't even have to do what I asked. You could feed me pig food and I would eat it. I just need a filthy Carlitos smut fic. I'm dying without one. But yea, sorry if this is too much and again If your not comfortable you can ignore this entire message. But I just need some Carlito right now. 🙁

I hope your doing well, have a nice (night/day/evening) bye - your #1 fan ❤️❤️

Omg hello Mrs. Brigante!! 😍😍 Wow, honestly this ask/prompt request surprised and blew me away in the best way possible. I don’t blame you with the Carlito obsession, honestly! 😅❤️ I don’t see much of it though and Carlito is so underrated!! I was super happy to write a whole oneshot fic for him but even with my prompts open for smut and non-smut Carlito x Reader, I’ve probably only received like 1-2 ever. I love to hear that you enjoyed my work for Carlito!! 🥺 They were a blast to write. You’re so sweet!! Thank you for the compliments and love, honestly it made my whole day! I’m always open to more requests, I just wish I had all the time in the world to just sit down and write all of them but I definitely promise to get to them one by one! I love this sexy, smutty prompt idea and it’s in no way making me uncomfortable or something I wouldn’t write, so I’d be happy to post it here for ya. 🥵

‘$75,000 and I’m out. Just that, then I’m gone. Me and my girl…’ Carlito’s eyes trail over the sprawled out paperwork upon his desk, eager to distract himself from numbers and legal paperwork for his nightclub.

‘Off to paradise…’ Carlito’s eyes gaze over at the sunny artwork of the Bahamas hanging just above the door to his office.

Carlito lets out a deep sigh to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. The pen in Carlito’s hand drops onto the stack of paperwork before him, but he can’t possibly care less. Carlito can hardly focus on anything except the thought of you now.

Without even realizing it, Carlito clenches his hand tightly enough that his knuckles strain white, yet he almost wants to give into the thought of you lingering in his mind all day instead of doing anything else.

To sit in his office and try to focus on doing something productive when Carlito fucked you over his desk just the other night is simply an impossibility to him.

The thought and memory of you alone instantly arouses Carlito to no avail, and his mind easily wanders to every heated fuck session he’s had with you in his office and how he wishes he’d rather be taking you again.

Just last night you came into Carlito’s office and distracted him from his paperwork, but Carlito can hardly remember what he was doing before you came in.

All Carlito thinks of now is how your body felt against his—pressed up with not an inch of space between the two of you; his hands groping over your ass and fondling your breasts through your silk robe down to the shape of your body and how he caressed every inch of your hot skin ten times over all while reminding you who you belonged to, answering Carlito to who your pussy belongs to as your hips bounced back over his cock.

Thinking about the way your tight heat contracted with every thrust and convulsed in orgasm over Carlito’s cock, squeezing and letting your pussy’s wetness ooze down his shaft instantly gives Carlito a growing, insistent erection.

“Fuck,” Carlito mutters to himself as he leans back in his seat—practically being able to feel you on him all over again with how vivid his memory is; how he craves and yearns for every inch of you again and again.

Your hips pressed up against his, grinding up and down Carlito’s erection just begging for him to manhandle you and pin you down to his desk—take you right there and then.

Carlito barely had the patience through the heat of the moment to get you naked first, tugging and clutching onto the plush, silk robe that adorned your body and night after night that Carlito was used to throwing off of you.

Carlito slowly moves his hand off his desk and down to his belt, pausing for a moment to indulge further into the fantasy and thought of you further.

You teased Carlito last night with little breathy whimpers, begging him to touch you, revealing you had no panties on underneath your robe and how desperate you were to be fucked until your legs quivered uncontrollably and you were a cum filled mess, squirming on Carlito’s desk.

Carlito’s lips hunger to kiss over your beautiful body; around the outline of your jaw and over your collarbones.

Licking and suckling to leave little love marks while his hands squeezed and spanked your ass until your skin was glowing pink and all you could do was squirm in Carlito’s arms.

From how aroused you were, your pussy drenched Carlito’s cock with every thrust you were eager to take to feel every inch of his thickness.

Carlito’s cock was pulsating, demanding to take you and fuck you in every way possible; you wanted Carlito make you his little whore, his own personal slut more than ever.

Carlito knows he’s never going to get enough of that. Only now he can continue to imagine himself pulling on your hair and pinning you against his desk again to fuck you from behind like a dirty slut—thrusting as fast and sloppy as he could.

Just as only you can satisfy every desire and burning, sinful passion Carlito has for you, it’s the same vice versa.

Carlito has you ensnared in a web of lust—the only man who can please you to the heights of absolute ecstasy and then more.

Any other time, Carlito would have already left his office and have you wrapped around his finger, but punishing you will have no meaning if he gives in just like that first.

Carlito’s eyes open as he looks towards the door of his office, knowing you’re downstairs dressed in that lacy satin lingerie set he bought for you.

It doesn’t matter how he feels now or away from you; you bring a relief and sense of serenity to Carlito from the very moment he steps into your presence.

He can never hold a grudge against you, he’d never want to—not to the woman of his life and dreams.

#carlito's way au #carlito brigante #carlito brigante fanfic #carlito's way fanfic #carlito's way prompts #carlito brigante x reader #carlito's way x reader #smut prompts

[frostyreturns]

Frosty Ruins The Yearling

This is a movie where there isn't much to say because it's such a simple movie. However I like the simple charm of it, anything like this in the settler/pioneer time period is going to be interesting at least a little. On the other hand I'm not as much a fan of the setting as I am for some other similar stories. The marshy swampland homestead doesn't speak to me the same way as a little house on the prairie or a winter cabin in the woods.

That being said when a story is simple and wholesome it can also be boring at times. However there is one rather exciting but pretty brutal part. There is a scene where a pack of dogs fight off a bear…and there were no camera tricks, no special effects…they just literally filmed dogs fighting a bear. At first I thought maybe the animals were trained really well and none of them were actually trying to hurt each other…then I watched the bear practically suplex one of the dogs and I realized…no this is just from an era where you could just make animals fight and hurt each other on camera for the sake of the movie. Now I'm no PETAfag, I'll gladly kill and eat a bear but I don't see any sense in being needlessly cruel to animals and abusing them for entertainment in a film doesn't qualify as a legitimate reason to harm an animal. Especially when it's called the Yearling and centers around a boy taking care of an animal. So that didn't sit right with me but not in a way where it would ruin the whole movie.

I also think the anachronistic acting is kind of funny because you have an actor who is clearly not a southener saying words like Tabacci with clear dignified enunciation, and not even really attempting to speak like someone who actually had that accent..but he says the words like as though he did have the accent. It's ridiculous but again it can be looked past because most of the acting from this era was pretty bad by todays standard.

I also kind of hate the music, all these old movies from this era had that same super high pitched ambient wailing/singing where you can't hear a word of it. Part of the reason is the tinny sound quality being awful but even if it was perfect with modern audio I can't see enjoying it.

One of the problems I had plotwise is their explanation for why the mom is so cunty, I didn't buy at all. "I lost a child so I'm mean to the one I have now"…what kind of sense does that make. The man buys her a gift and she yells at him for being stupid for wasting money. Like I get the point is that it's a hard life and even minor luxuries we would view as neccessities were rare and ill advised given how close to the edge they lived…however you can make that point graciously. You can insist something is too much and that you don't need expensive gifts…and also accept them graciously instead of yelling till everyone clears the room and only admitting to yourself you appreciated it in private.

Also spoiler alert if you plan to see this now ancient movie and haven't yet. I also don't get the ending, making the kid kill his pet himself, him running away almost getting himself killed. I really didn't understand any of the characters in this, maybe it's that the characters are supposed to be that way, maybe it's that it's a story from another time and place, but I just thought all the main characters behaved kind of ridiculously. And I didn't like the message of the movie either and the obvious comparisons between the deer growing and the boy growing up. The whole message is life sucks and now you know how badly its gonna fuck you. On the one hand part of the reason it sucks is because you forced the boy to kill his own pet for no reason and then let him nearly die in the woods, that's not a life thing that's a you fucked up thing. There could have been a message about how life is difficult and part of growing up is realizing that without presenting such a bleak and tragic view of the world.

In the end I don't think this movie was for me, because by the end I was wondering why they hadn't already eaten the fucking deer, personally I think they tolerated it nearly ruining them for way too long. Just don't make the boy do it himself. Kill it take it to your neighbours and trade the meat with them so you don't kill the animal for nothing and so the boy doesn't have to eat his own pet. Trade the venison for some pork. There were so many common sense ways this could have worked out better that to blame it on life in general, even considering that theirs was a harder life...doesn't make sense.

Overall wasn't terrible C-

#the yearling

[astrologista]

Just saw Wish. I know it's getting hate, but... overall... I thought it was very... meh? Like literally meh.

(whinging)

The protag was likable, though a bit derivative in her motivations. The message was... ok, I suppose. The animation was fairly good in most places.

It does definitely have quite a few big issues, exacerbated by what it's trying so hard to be. All the pieces are there for a great movie, which is what's so frustrating about it.

For me, I felt that the textures and lighting in particular had some kind of issue. They look okay in some places, but the whole thing looked like it was un-rendered on purpose. Like it looked like the behind-the-scenes draft version before they do the final render on it. This was probably to give off a sense of "storybook" quality to the 3d models by rendering them all flat and matte but tbh it looks rather cheap for Disney. All the colors in the movie seem to also be quite muted. The color palette they chose is very cool and understated which made me want to take a nap. And since much of the movie takes place at night, that exacerbates matters a lot. There's also very little variation in setting, colors, or lighting, which makes things boring.

The songs are the biggest problem imo. I can't remember any of the songs at all, they're very forgettable to me. I'm sure there are kids who liked them and I'm not aiming to undercut that, but the fact of the matter is that these songs can't hold a candle to classic Disney songs. Classic Disney songs have a showtune quality. The melodies will stay in your mind for decades after hearing them once. The lyrics are perfectly suited to the characters and story. You want to sing along with them. And... these songs ain't that, sorry. It made sense when I learned that these songs were composed by musicians whose main background was writing Top 40 hits, not Broadway musicals. It sounds like the assignment was to try to be Lin Manuel-Miranda without paying for Lin Manuel-Miranda. They failed spectacularly at that. If there was one movie to get Lin Manuel-Miranda for, it would be this one. Had they done that and had a few absolute banger songs in this, it would have made a HUGE difference in this film's staying power.

As it is, I can't remember much about the music, so it's hard to comment on it. It wasn't offensively bad, just a very generic sound to it that didn't feel Disney-movie-esque (or at least, not major animated feature from Disney-esque. Certainly not 100-year anniversary material). The worst song is This Is The Thanks I Get because it had so much potential and they threw it away. The animation and staging during the song is great, it's actually the highlight of the film for me. They were clearly aiming for this to be the "Let it Go" of the movie, a huge hit that people talk about for a long time. And it's been a very long time since there's been a straight-up unapologetic villain song in a Disney movie, so I was excited for this one. Here's the problem. THE SONG IS NOT IN A MINOR KEY! Why? No, seriously, what were they thinking?? It has all the hallmarks of a big, grandiose megalomaniacal villain song AND IT'S NOT IN A MINOR KEY! The tone of the song is clearly meant to evoke fear as evidenced by the animation and clearly the storyboard artist was aiming for a big, frightening number. The song doesn't match that at all. Instead it's kinda happy? Playful? Like a Top 40 hit that your mom might play in the car? What the fuck? The lost potential is so sad because Maginifico could've been a great and funny villain. He's got the narcissism, comedic qualities, cartoonish mustache twirling and hot DILF-ness to carry the villain role. For some reason though, the big cartoon-y bad guy stuff feels a bit... restrained by the fact that he's trapped in a 3D model. Like the over-the-top maniacal 2D slasher faces that they keep trying so hard to give him just don't translate to 3D very well. He would've looked so much fucking better in 2D, I'm sorry. His voice work is done quite well, though - actually all the voice work in the movie is. (The goat was not that bad honestly)

Apparently one of the concept arts has Magnifico's wife (does she have a name) being evil as well. What the fuck, Disney, where was that?? They could've been an evil power couple, that would've ATE. They also whitewashed her, which... ok, interesting choice. It seems they were also going to have Star take the form of a boy and have a romantic arc with Asha which I'm glad they did NOT do, adding romance to a film like this probably would've served to make it even more generic.

As a movie for little tiny children I think this film is okay. For the Disney fans this was supposed to be a love letter to, let's all go watch Aladdin, Mulan, Lion King (THE ORIGINAL), Beauty and the Beast, and all the other films that weren't created in a boardroom lab. Wish has a generic look, a generic sound, a generic message, and as much as I support those who enjoyed it, I can't help but commiserate with the fans who are disappointed in the less-than-stellar Disney flicks of the past few years. It's like they are allergic to taking risks, hiring creatives and letting them work, or keeping greedy corporate hands out of their projects. Hopefully their revenues keep tanking until they get the message but it looks like Iger is still drinking pure copium based on his recent comments that "audiences don't want films with a message anymore". OK. Yeah, that's what you should take from this, Iger. Have fun continuing to censor your films, gotta get those bucks from the Russian and Chinese markets, pal.

#disney is creatively bankrupt. more news at 11 water is wet

[fizzingwizard]

call with dad complete

we were supposed to do it last week but he didn't see my message, then told me to pick a "specific" meeting time. When we talked today, I pointed out that it's night for him, but early in the morning for me, and coming off the work week so I'm tired and often oversleep on Sat mornings. So if there's a specific time he prefers, he should pick it so I can set an alarm. "Oh, I'm flexible, I'm trying to adjust to your busy schedule" he said x'D so what was the problem?? lol

"You know how in most couples, there's the high maintenance one, and it's usually the woman? Well, I was the high maintenance one," my dad says, to me, a woman. -___- I'd be offended if this weren't like par for the course. There are many things where my dad will express an eye roll-worthy opinion, then admit by himself all the ways it's different in his own experience, and see no disconnect there. Women are high maintenance, men aren't. But he is, and he can admit it. But women are still more high maintenance than men, because that's what you're supposed to believe. Hahahahahahaha kill me

"Disney is foolish for forcing this woke business into the movies. I don't care what people do, if woke people want to enjoy things, they should, but keep it away from the rest of us!" "But Dad, how can they enjoy it if there's no way they can enjoy it? Like in movies?" "I didn't say they can't have movies!" "You just said they 'force this woke business into the movies'." "... Well, maybe 'force' isn't the right word... But they lost a lot of money!" We did agree that some companies engage in pro-LGBT projects to make money rather than to be supportive. And I just let him have the Bud Light win, I don't even drink beer so I was at too much of a disadvantage :P

He's fighting with his sister and they're not on speaking terms, as usual. So he told me, "It's not a real loss, because to be honest, she's a real bore." And not as joke. Well, people's opinions of each other are their business. It's just that my aunt could be saying the same thing about my dad. His whole family deals with depression and anxiety and social issues. I don't see how it's useful to describe someone going through the same sort of stuff you do as "boring." A lot of us are boring at least some of the time. Relationships fall apart when, instead of literally trying anything else, people just go "I'm bored" and skip out because commitment is for wimps. In my opinion, so many interpersonal problems boil down to "I need to be constantly entertained because I can't make my own happiness, and I'd rather blame you than take a hard look at myself."

He also still thinks he's lost friends because they want to talk about their politics, but don't want to hear him talking about his. I don't know how true that is. From what I've seen, he's not been given an "ultimatum" as he says, rather people have tried to come to an agreement to just not discuss politics at all with him in order to stay friends. However, people as far right as my dad do tend to consider things "political" that the rest of us don't. And in his defense, people on the far left tend to have expectations of how sensitive everyone needs to be which don't account for educational or cultural barriers. But my dad also chronically underestimates how much he talks about politics. He thinks he's successfully kept the no politics talk agreement, but then admitted that he "sometimes said things, you know, as a test." And I can speak from my own experience over decades: with my dad in certain moods, there isn't an off switch. So I just don't think his estimation of his friends is 100% correct, although I won't say it's a total lie either. But it really did fall more on him to hold himself back, because he was the instigator and also the most aggressive one (calling people idiots and libtards).

My dad's tolerance for me is pretty high, and my tolerance for him is pretty high too. So although we avoid talking politics too, something of the sort tends to come up at least once per call. And I also have decades of living with him behind me. So I know that, with my dad, he'll express an opinion, and then when you point out or fact check anything about, "That's not what I'm saying," or "I totally agree with that," etc. He'll rant about wokeness but then say he supports gay and trans people, "but I just don't want it shoved in my face" when is it being shoved in your face? you don't have to see the disney movie "Oh, Disney is allowed to make those movies! I have no problem with that!" ok so they're allowed, and you don't even dislike them, so what are you upset about? "They lost a lot of money" Disney can afford it "yeah, but they look foolish." It's like he just parrots things he hears on Fox News, then bends over backwards to prove he doesn't actually agree with it, but then continues to parrot the same things the next time we talk.

That's the issue with him and my brother. My brother is deeply offended by those kinds of opinions. Last i heard, he identified as queer, and he's had trans friends and lover. He and his loved ones are part of that community and it is really hard for him to hear such scathing stuff. I'm straight, but definitely an ally, both of him as my brother and of the queer community. So it's not really possible for me to say to my brother "Dad doesn't mean what he says, he also talks about how much he loves and supports you and wants you to be yourself all the time. He just can't stop the things that come out of his mouth." To my brother, Dad wouldn't say those things if he didn't mean them. Which I get, because it's logical. But Dad isn't logical. He's emotional. He gets angry, he remembers the thing that made him angry, he repeats it, but he doesn't want to actually hurt anyone by it, he just wants to express the anger. And then he'll turn out to support all the things under the umbrella of the thing he's angry at, so how is he angry at the umbrella?? Idk, but he is, but he's not angry at what's under it...

Like I can't explain that to my brother, or to any queer individual, because they've suffered a lot from people who are malicious and anyone in that position would be wary of people who say the sort of things my dad does. But it's also true about my dad. His issue is about him and not about the world. But that's also not my brother's problem. And my brother has experienced a lot more of my dad's actual anger than I have. I don't get angry easily, but my dad and brother both do, and I know about a few things that have happened that both of them did, and I'm sure there's more that I don't know. So whether to reconcile or not is my brother's choice. It is really hard as a close family member, but an outsider, because of course I want them to be able to tolerate each other, and in my head it's possible if my brother can understand why my dad is the way he is and how he's really trying to be loving toward the world and just going about it in a paradoxical way. But my brother isn't wrong for making his own choice, for safety and for peace of mind.

I just encourage my dad to keep things simple and not overly sentimental when he reaches out to my brother, and absolutely do not talk about politics. "I miss you, I want you to be happy and be who you are," that should be the one and only message if my dad really wants to earn my brother's trust back. But my dad doesn't really think he should have lost that trust in the first place... so that's another hurdle. I can't explain to my dad how much what he says hurts my brother, because my dad knows what his own intentions are and since they're not malicious, he doesn't think anyone should interpret them that way. It doesn't work like that. People see what you do and hear what you say. If you say, "I love you and want you to be yourself," but also, "[Group that you are a member of] is destroying modern society," then even if you've got this mixed up paradoxical way of thinking, it's still going to hurt others.

On the bright side, my dad did manage to stop himself when he started to go on about Disney and Bud Light and all that. He did wax sentimental about the divorce, but not as badly as before. No tears this time. And he'd seen my uncle recently, and said he's going to get a part time job. So he seemed mostly doing good, which was a relief. He doesn't seem depressed. I know you can't always tell just based on someone's behavior. He seems the same as ever, I guess is what I mean, so that's somewhat reassuring.

#personal

[flare-dragon]

Ron's Gone Wrong: An Analysis

I recently rewatched (most of) Ron's Gone Wrong and remembered a few reviews I'd read of it, describing how its message seemed muddied and not very clear...which, ultimately, is true.

But, with that said, there's something I realise about it that it almost gets right (literally, all the way up to its second-last climax is so perfect, and even its ascent to its final climax is still consistent with this realisation). The realisation is that there's one thing it describes really well:

Artificial/Algorithmic "Friendship" vs Organic Relationships

It seems almost simple or obvious that this is the message the movie tried to portray, but the way that it ultimately ended tells me that they either missed the point they were making or someone else forced them to have a different ending (sadly, I think it's the former). I cannot call it a bad movie for missing that point (it's still one my most watched recent movies), but it makes me wonder what it could've been had it brought this point home.

So, without waffling on for too much longer, here's a quick analysis on how it goes about this message, and why it's a good message that doesn't inherently contradict the pervasiveness of social media (even if it also didn't do much about that point)

Barney vs Friendship

The beginning of the movie shows us a "revolutionary invention", designed for making friends: The Bubble Bot (B-Bot for short). From the get-go, we're given a presentation of what the modern friend-making dynamic intends to be: Interact with interests and media, share them online, and the algorithm uses that to help connect with others who shares those interests and enjoyment of media. It's an intentional reflection of modern social media, albeit a somewhat simplified version.

It quickly shifts to a large number of kids connecting to their B-Bots for the first time in a short montage, cut at the end with a hand touching a similarly-coloured door. An assumedly unintentional, but well-placed, contrast and summary of the story. Here we meet Barney.

Without rehashing too much of the beginning of the movie, we learn that everyone else at his school (supposedly?) has a B-Bot and he's the only one without it. Similarly, he doesn't have any friends he talks to during school (or outside of it apart from family). He himself states that he "kinda, actually" needs a B-Bot to make friends these days. One could call this a simple set up to the idea of "You won't make real friends using computers" by starting us off with a B-Bot-less Barney...if it weren't for the fact that he gets one the next day.

This is when we really start to see what I mean by "Barney vs Friendship": His attitude towards what his new B-Bot should be is pretty consistent with how everyone else has been using them: "You are meant to be my friend, and know everything about me." It's hammered in later on during the friendship montage, with Barney making a board on "How to be my friend" (underline by me).

Barney's perception of friendship, then, is revealed as "You are my friend. You are on my side. You like the things I like." A very selfish and self-centred perception. This might seem to set up Barney to be a selfish person...but isn't that how the algorithm is supposed to work? Finding people with the same interesting ("the things I like") and rejecting those who don't share it (which we see at the school, two B-Bots rejecting each other, and thus the two kids, Savannah and Ava, simply walk away from each other). It isn't Barney's fault his understanding of friendship is like this. He's been inundated and surrounded by it.

Barney vs Ron

Up to this point (after the school "riot"), we see Ron as trying so hard to be Barney's friend, to the point of taking Savannah's words to heart and going outside to find people to be friends with Barney (since Ron wants to not be pointless and is connected to Barney). It isn't until now that Ron asks the question: "Barney, are you my friend?"

Barney's response is typical and expected: "What do you mean? My dad bought you for me." After all, Ron is just a robot, right? It does make the idea of the message "Artificial Friendship vs Organic Relationship" difficult to apply since Barney literally doesn't see Ron as a person. He's just a self-moving machine designed to be a friend.

But, interestingly enough, that makes Ron a perfect vehicle for the message. A machine that was intended to just follow the algorithm, instead forced to (and willing to) create their own way through life by whatever limited tools it has access to. Even in the moments Barney sees Ron as just a machine, he's also treated him as an important person in his life.

When they meet up again in Barney's shed, it all finally shifts into what it always should've been: A two-way street. They'd already spent so much time bonding, regardless of the way they'd perceived each other before then (Barney seeing Ron as just a friend machine, Ron seeing Barney as the one person he needed to be a friend to), that the change to actually being a friend to each other and allowing each other's individuality to shine but never be the only priority allows them both to be better friends, differences and all.

To contrast, we also follow in pieces the journeys of Savannah, Rich, Noah, and Ava's own experiences with their functioning-as-intended B-Bots. We see Savannah and Ava miss an opportunity to be friends (and Ava's loneliness from very few B-Bot owners showing an interest in science). We see Noah's constant struggle to be at the top of the leaderboard. We see Rich attention-starved and making as much "content" as he can just to get some. Instead of exploring the possibilities of relationships with people who may not share the same interests, they're steadfast focused on what they're used to, never really getting a chance to evolve it into something more joyful (more on that later)

Barney & Ron vs The World

...a dramatic subtitle, but this is when the two of them run off, away from Bubble's attempt to capture Ron to stem the damage they've seen from him. Barney still doesn't have any friends aside from Ron, and Ron doesn't have any friends aside from Barney. Barney refuses to lose his one and only friend, so they run off, separated from the rest of the world, and just...enjoy each other's company.

In the montage and subsequent scenes, we see more bonding from both of them. Ron is still trying to be a good friend, but Barney gives him a chance to say things for himself and to do things for himself, even if Barney doesn't like it. Even when they argue later from the stress of living outdoors in the woods, they stick together and try to keep warm.

There's not a lot to say about these scenes, except that we see a very stark differences from when they'd first met. It's almost as if this is where we get to see how far they've come as friends. We've seen the relationship grow over time, shifting from seeing each other as a particular purpose into treating each other as individuals. A shift that would've been impossible if Ron simply followed the same algorithm the others did.

Would Barney have found friends if Ron functioned as intended? Would Ron have shown the personality he does if he had ever been connected to the Bubble Network? Would there have ever been a discussion on how to actually make friends? It isn't until later that we find a likely answer to all of these: No. Barney would have fallen into the same trap every other B-Bot user did: A constant hunger for validation that only resulted in disconnection and loneliness.

It al comes to a head when they both find themselves in danger from being caught by Bubble (by remote-controlled B-Bots being controlled without user consent or knowledge. Makes one wonder~). Barney does everything he can to hide and protect Ron (which only succeeds due to Andrew's complete disregard to human life), even risk death from asthma. Ron then does everything he can to ensure Barney doesn't die in the woods, even if it meant being taken away and destroyed.

It's a beautiful relationship, given a chance due to them having to discover who each other were over time and in an organic matter. Ron had to learn Barney's interests manually and even began to observe new things about him over time. Barney shifted the way he looked at Ron to seeing him as his own person, and spent the time to learn his own likes and desires.

Barney vs "Ron's Gone Wrong"

I figure it's also important to include where - in my opinion - the movie loses the message and the storytellers mess up. In the last segment of the movie, we have Ron having been connected to the Bubble Network and losing everything that made him unique, each interaction with Barney being a shallow facsimile of what made Barney become best friends with him (right down to Ron's individuality being erased).

I'm sure there was a way to make this work, but it instead has Barney try to rescue Ron's personality (a backup Marc created somehow) and then, after getting it back, Ron sharing his personality with every other B-Bot (due to seeing how the original algorithm just lead to sad kids disconnected from each other) at the cost of his own life (although that's technically ambiguous, especially with the ending).

I'm...not sure what the intent is, but it misses something big. What made Ron special to Barney was not simply that he existed outside of the mould that every other B-Bot was forced to fit into. It was that Barney got to know him and his eccentricities, and Ron got to grow and evolve alongside Barney. They both grew organically alongside each other, and demonstrated the need for a more natural approach to friendship making compared to the rigidity of the algorithmic connections that occurred through the B-Bots (and not questioning this algorithm or given much chance to examine the issues).

By simply sharing Ron's personality to every other B-Bot, it only really achieves one thing right in relation to the message: It forces each person to operate on their B-Bots level and develop their own connection to their now-chaotic buddy (I suppose not focusing on "online vs offline" as far as friendships go was also a good point for it, as it didn't really feel like a strong enough point for the movie and there's better ways to go about such a message.)

Had there been a greater focus on how it was that Barney's friendship had developed - or at least some kind of portrayal that the updated B-Bots weren't just copies of Ron but had actually become wide and varied individuals for their owners(?) to get to know - the ending might've been able to work better. Ron's sacrifice was a tragedy, but it displayed Ron's sheer selflessness and self-developed kindness and generosity.

If there's one scene that at least supports the message of "Artificial/Algorithmic Friendship vs Organic Relationships", it's the moment Barney sees how unhappy his former-now-again friends as they stare at their B-Bots screens and try to make some semblance of happiness, however shallow it is. Having a contrast of their artificially-built connection compared to Barney and Ron's hard-earnt friendship felt like a good way to help demonstrate the point. I just wish it could've lead to a more satisfying ending.

Barney and Friends

This is just a short little bit, but I wanted to at least point out one other good thing that happens in the last segment and ending. Barney may have started out friendless, but his friendship with Ron and Ron's selfless sacrifice (to get him medical attention) allowed Barney to reconnect with his former friends. It was a moment of realisation for Savannah, Ava, Noah, and Rich: After all this time, they let their friendship decay and be lost.

Seeing them, then, be together and hanging out alongside Barney? It showed another element of an organic relationship: Organic connections. Algorithms can give you other connection points, but it may leave you limited to other perspectives too similar to your own. Organic connections, though, force you to figure out if this thing that you never really thought about before is something you like or not, and if this person's appreciation and interest in it is something you like. It's one of those things that can just grow on its own and become something beautiful.

Just to note: I do not believe online friendships are worse than offline relationships, nor more shallow. Rather, it's algorithmic friendships that fall flat. The power of the internet is that it lets you get in touch with so many people you normally wouldn't have the chance to. Leaving it entirely in the hands of an algorithm (and not thinking critically about it) has you miss out on the beauty of the mish-mash nature of the internet. It's why Tumblr's such a fun place to be~ ^^

Conclusion

So yeah. The thing that always disappointed me most about the movie isn't that it didn't stick the landing. It's that it has such a beautiful message and the story it tells is so heart-warming and charming, but the message isn't carried to the end so you wonder if it was ever intended (I believe it was, but it's hard to say).

Seeing the way Barney and Ron's friendship evolves - and the way they each grow as individuals - contrasted with everyone else using B-Bots as they were originally designed/programmed makes for a pretty compelling portrayal of the differences between a friendship formed and informed by entirely through an algorithm, and a relationship that grew from organic interactions that, even when influenced by expectations from and of each other, created something much more different and complex and much more fulfilling for the two of them.

It's a beautiful friendship, and it's still worth watching to the end~

Bonus

It's more a funny coincidence I noticed, but the way that Andrew kicks Marc out when Ron loses his individuality, and then how Andrew was removed and Marc taking charge again when Ron's personality was distributed to every other B-Bot? Almost feels like its own reference to that message (Algorithmic Friendships may be ubiquitous and everywhere, but ultimately Organic Relationships will last the test of time)

A funny comparison honestly~

#rons gone wrong #ron's gone wrong #analysis #hetalks #theytalk #This is all first draft so don't expect it to be all that concise or completely consistent ^^'' #...this also might be the longest post I've made XD #But I really do feel passionate about this movie. I rarely rewatch a movie so soon after its initial watch.. but I watch this movie about #4 times within 3 days including the day I initially watched it #And it stuck with me based on pretty much everything within the movie. The concepts.. the sounds.. the characters? So good~ #And it wasn't until now that I could formulate what it was about the story I loved and what about the ending I just didn't enjoy #It was never about the dangers of social media (though it definitely used that as part of its story). #It was always about the restrictions of the algorithm and the freedom - and challenges - of not having one (in regard to making connections #...though I wanna say its most likely biggest intended message was ''Making friends'' and how the algorithm will never make as good a frien #as something made with your own two hands seemed more something that just came with it due to how it told that story

[sinnershavesoulstoo]

I'm ill and have limited my time on fb mobile via an app I don't have the patience for right now to doomscroll while I'm feeling bad. So instead I'm going to just ramble here for a bit about things.

*and when I say ramble for a lil bit, I mean get all my thoughts and feelings out of my body for now son I'm not holding them*

Yesterday (friday) I had the blow up with the guy from work

It's made me think

I feel literally so guilty about how I acted and how I treated him that I made myself physically sick yesterday. Which has in turn disrupted my internal well-being and is *part* of why I'm ill right now. The other bit is my dinner (pizza with a lactose issue and no lactaid pills 👀 but it was damn good)

Any who

Right

I felt (still feel) so guilty about it, that in my head, all I've been thinking is how I'd do anything to make him not upset with me. And how because of this one thing, I feel like I've ruined any chance of more than a friendship happening, and I've even been doubting our friendship in general. He sent me a message, and we talked for about an hour after work - so? I think the friendship is fine. I have made him feel like shit as a boss, though. But I've worked under him (heh, wishful turn of phrase) for almost a year and have never been 'insubordinate' towards him other than the audhd urge to tell him no while I'm doing the thing he's asked me to do.

But right so if these are my first thoughts

That feels unhealthy?

I've messed up, please forgive me no matter what it takes

It takes me back to dating J. I blew up on him twice in two years, but it was deserved. Then after the first time, he saw how easily manipulated I could be. And any time he didn't get his way, he pouted and made me feel guilty. And I'd tell him I was sorry and I'd do better.

I don't remember doing this to my mom because she was kind of a bitch and I've blocked out most of my childhood.

But like is this a trauma issue or an 'I'm just a bitch' issue?

Or? Is it an 'I don't have friends and this is just how normal people feel when they actually hurt someone' issue?

I think that's the one, and I think the trauma issue comes in the form of me wanting to continuously tell him how sorry I am and how I'll do better, and I'll fix it. So I think it's coming from two places.

Any who

I like him a lot as a person and I feel bad for treating him poorly

And I like him in an I'm attracted to him kind of way - but I think that's going away a little because I'm tired of trying so hard all the time to be good enough for him so that he might eventually also like me in the same way I like him. And this is growth. It's a small step out of de lu lu land.

Like people at work say he looks at me in that way (the way the guy looks at the oblivious girl in romcoms and disney movies) but nothing is going to come of this as long as we work together and as long as he is still pining over all the ones who got away. And I'm comfortable enough admitting that.

Also. He's slept with 23 women. And I'm not a slut shamer and I don't care how many people other people sleep with. But I've slept with 2. And a couple halves. I never know if I'm supposed to count blow jobs or not because if so it's actually 4. And I feel like if anything were to happen between us it might be weird. He told me once before and once recently that he..well I don't remember his exact words. But he's basically told me thst most of his downtime was having sex or masturbating and he didn't like that about himself and he's been trying not to do either. And I don't know why he tells me this stuff.

I probably think into it far too much.

I'm going to try to force myself to go to sleep because I feel so sick right now. And if I'm asleep maybe I'll feel better 😬

So basically this is all to say fuck having friends at work is hard especially when you fall for them.

#personal #the void #the guy at work

[fantasyinvader]

The discourse kinda reminds me of Martian Successor Nadesico.

See, in Nadesico there's this anime. Gekiganger 3, a homage to super robot shows of the 1970s. It's something the main character watches, at times foreshadowing what will happen that episode. But then it becomes a central part of the show's narrative when the Jovian space lizards are revealed to not be space lizards at all. They're humans, banished from the Earth sphere when they lost a war for control of the moon. Erased from history, they moved to Mars only to be nuked so that Earth could colonize the planet, moving to the moons of Jupiter afterwards where they found an ancient, alien facility that gave them a tech advantage. They've based their entire culture around the one anime they had with them when they fled, Gekiganger 3. They're a nation of overzealous fanboys, trying to live up to the ideas they took from the show.

But Gekiganger did not deal in shades of grey. It was black and white, good guys and villains and the villains were always killed. Hero falls in love with someone on the villain side? She dies sacrificing herself to save the hero. Villain is the missing brother of the female lead? He dies. They love the idea of the heroic sacrifice, and think that women need to be protected and for the enemy to have women on their ship shows how evil they really are. The series focus on hot-blooded male characters leads to the Jovians being overzealous, captains have to also double as ace pilots.

Seriously, this show is their religion. A show that was made for young children, teaching them ideals of working together, justice and epic sideburns. That's not what they took away. The Jovians believe the people of Earth are evil and have wiped out the people of Mars. They have no issue attacking civilian populations while saying things like "If only the humans appreciated life as we do, I would not have to kill so many of them." Seriously. And when one of them begins talking to the crew, finding out they aren't so bad, can love Gekiganger as well (as well as discovering they have episodes that were long lost to his people), even falling in love with one who took care of his sister, and tried to set up peace talks between Earth and Jupiter, wanna know what happened? He was shot, by his best friend, because the military higher ups wouldn't accept that anything less than defeating evil (and he told his friend that while Gekiganger's female lead is a good example of womanhood, she's just a cartoon). They then frame the Nadesico for his death and use him as a martyr to ramp up the war.

If Nadesico may have been a screwball rom-com most of the time, but it could be pretty dark. The show ends with a love declaration, and while the MC says that the final episode of Gekiganger was awful it's still an important show to him but you shouldn't take anime so seriously. Then they made an edgelord sequel movie that took itself seriously and bombed so hard the two movies that were supposed to turn it into a trilogy were canned.

But even with the "don't take anime so seriously" message, a lot of people still feel the show is revelant today. The Jovians were motivated because they didn't understand what Gekiganger 3 was really trying to say. They instead twisted it to serve their own ends, to justify any acts they undertake. So while Joe might have given his life to protect planet Tokyo in Gekiganger, they instead viewed it as endorsing their own attacks on the Earth. Stuff like that. It shows how important it is to be media literate, and how even something so simple and pure can be distorted to suit one's ends.

With how people have twisted Houses, the things they have had to defend in order to champion Edelgard, it's not hard to see some parallels.

#Youtube

[bread-tab]

i saw The Batman (2022) in theaters last week. went in with low expectations. loved it. had an existential crisis afterward :)

(putting a read more here because spoilers, megalomaniacal ranting, etc.)

it's a very pretty movie with a lot of cinematic artistry (that scene with the flare? omg). they unapologetically made Gotham a parody of dark 20th century NYC where it's constantly raining while somehow making 21st century culture and technology fit seamlessly into the picture and i want to live there please (the city of my dreams). they explored some deep, relevant themes without getting anvilicious. the character writing and acting were great; lots of chemistry, arcs and conflicts that made sense. fun. ridiculous. took itself seriously despite the absurdity, but not *too* seriously.

the pacing of the movie was a little funky (third act was all over the place, idk if the whole thing even *fits* a traditional 3-act structure) but i don't care because they've created a Batman who is enough of an insane, badass weirdo that for the first time, i can almost believe the whole "i am vengeance, i am the night, i beat up criminals in my armored fursuit" shtick could work in real life and be taken seriously. and at the same time they made Bruce Wayne a scrunkly emo disaster nerd who was raised by an ex-spy butler and it shows. peak interpretation of the character. and Jim Gordon in this movie is my favorite person in the universe and their friendship is perfection incarnate.

this was a good movie. i loved it. and i DEEPLY regret having seen it.

i have been thinking about it and reading a ton of Batman, Batfam, and Justice League fanfiction all week and getting sucked into batblorbo hell. this is how i consume media. but in the midst of that process i realized...

i did *not* need to see Batman as a depressed autistic millennial with a bizarre, idealistic life mission he hyperfixates on at night instead of sleeping

do you know how much effort i have to put in daily to *not do that*???

ffs

i did not need those tendencies validated

BATMAN IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE RELATABLE

and the deeper into the rabbit hole (batcave) of Bat-content i go the more i realize that he's been like this all along and i've been narrowly dodging this fate for a solid decade. i only escaped this when i got into superhero stories in 2011 because i imprinted on Martian Manhunter instead. (my underappreciated green son <3)

unfortunately, i too am the sort of person who, under the right circumstances, would try to solve the world's problems by dressing up in a ridiculous costume and fighting crime at 3 a.m. while having a dramatic inner monologue about justice. (especially if i had kept up with my martial arts lessons when i was 19. good grief. i guess there's a bright side to failing at that.) i, too, would be physically unable to stop myself from adopting half a dozen orphans, hiding them under my cape, and allowing them to live out their incredibly weird aspirations. (heck i would do that right now if i actually had money and my own house and wasn't quite so depressed)

one time i was discussing my struggles with mental illness with my dad and mentioned that i have no idea what my life would be like now if i hadn't had his and mom's support growing up. i have no idea where i'd be. i might be dead. but on the other hand—what i have not told my dad is—i'm also extremely stubborn, have a very strong will to survive, and spent my entire childhood really wanting to get into a righteous fistfight with someone who deserved it and being disappointed when the opportunity never presented itself. i could...genuinely...have decided to become some sort of ridiculous costumed vigilante, given the means. (so this being real life that's two points toward ending up dead.)

and um. even though i do have parents and am aware that this is real life. i refuse to admit how many times (and until what age) i still put *real consideration* into what it would take to be some sort of freelance private eye/vigilante/inventor/actual magician in real life. (physically and, you know, *legally.*)

so...with that context...

there is a part of me that is very grounded and realistic and cynical. does anything i do really make a difference? if i push myself to my limits, get better, and try to make the world a better place, will it mean anything? there's a lot of shame, despair, and self-loathing in there. this is the part of me that is depressed.

there is also a part of me which is stubborn, brazenly honest and weird and unyieldingly hopeful. if there is light in the darkness, i will find it. if there is none, i will make it. i will *become* it. creativity, determination, empowerment. that is the core of who i really am.

demon on my left shoulder. angel on my right.

there are two wolves inside you and the one thing they agree on is BOTH OF THEM REALLY WANT TO BE THE FUCKING BATMAN

*head in hands*

boy. you are broke. you have the upper-body strength of dry spaghetti. you *know* there is no one you can punch to solve crime, poverty, or world hunger. you know the dramatic angsty way of doing things is, above all other considerations, inefficient. you KNOW that your best shot at making the kind of difference you want is to drag yourself back to college and become a social worker, run for some form of public office or other leadership position, and/or get involved in one or more mutual aid/activist/charity movements. All of which require leaving the house IN THE DAYTIME and developing fucking social skills!

...god it would be so much easier to be batman.

(and that's why bruce wayne is relatable, thank you for coming to my TED talk)

so yeah i have no idea to explain all that nonsense to my therapist, but on the bright side, i have a great new way to motivate myself.

"what would Batman do in this situation?"

"..." *sigh* "he'd get up and fold the goddamn laundry."

(except when it backfires)

"in this situation Batman would stay up all night and investigate!"

"NO."

#breadtab life #rant #long post #coping #death mention #batman #personal #dude i have no idea how to tag this #mental illness #*shakes myself by the shoulders* #''the message you were SUPPOSED to take away from that movie was LITERALLY that trying to deal with your problems in this way ends badly'' #''heheh i am vengeance''

[folkloreguk]

💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

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So I was being a basic bitch the other day and listening to my true crime podcasts when it occurred to me just how suspicious Nile’s “death” would look to everyone not in the Guard, leading me to a train of thought that, 2200 words later, absolutely got away from me but I can’t let go so I’m inflicting it on all of you!

To set the stage, we know the movie takes place over approximately a week. Here’s what happens to Nile from the military’s point of view:

She dies is very seriously injured

She heals without a scratch

Just before she’s supposed to be shipped out to Germany, she vanishes, leaving two men concussed (and presumably reporting being knocked out by a woman with short hair wearing civilian clothes)

She goes AWOL for several days

They get word from the CIA that she is to be reported killed in action (details unclear)

So, at the beginning of this very weird week, the USMC has to tell Nile’s family of her death critical injury. What her family was told depends on how long she was dead – a Google search tells me that family will be notified in person within 8 hours of a soldier’s death, but we don’t know how long her first death lasted. For an injury, however, they’d get a phone call to notify them and the unit would arrange for them to visit as soon as the soldier is transferred out of a combat zone. Like I remember when I was in high school, a guy from my church who was a Marine was really seriously injured in a helicopter crash in Iraq and from what I could tell, his parents were told immediately and were flown out to Germany to see him, so it stands to reason that Nile’s family would have been informed relatively quickly after her throat was slashed, one way or another.

And then, she goes AWOL. Her family would be notified while the USMC tried to figure out where she went, not least because the military would want to know if she’s contacted them. (And it’s possible that her family may have been on the way to Germany to see her since we know that’s where she was supposed to go!) So for several days:

Nile’s mom and brother have no idea where she is

They know she was seriously injured and most certainly should not have been moving around on her own

They can’t get a hold of her

The military can’t tell them anything

And the next thing they know for sure is that she was “killed in action.” After being injured and vanishing into thin air. And they presumably cannot produce her body or any concrete evidence of her death. In any case, something sketchy is going on, so they’re like. SMELLS LIKE A MILITARY COVERUP.

In a surprise to probably no one, there is a well-documented legacy of mysterious US military deaths, particularly of women of color (TW for sexual assault in these links). The cases of LaVena Johnson and Vanessa Guillenin particular have made national news because of their families’ persistence in seeking justice. Likewise, Nile is a Black woman, and her mom and brother are most certainly hypercognizant of (a) state violence against Black people and (b) these high-profile cases of suspicious military deaths. So her family are seriously side-eyeing the situation, knowing that (a) the military has a serious incentive (and a documented history) of covering up things that make them look bad and (b) nothing about Nile’s disappearance and supposed death are adding up.

And Andy’s right. Nile does come from warriors. And you know who else does? Her brother.

Don’t get me wrong. Nile’s mom would absolutely not back down. She’d know something was up and want to get to the bottom of it. But based on what I know about Gen X parents (mine), they’re not the most technologically savvy. Like they can use the internet, but they didn’t grow up with it the way we young millennials and Gen Z did. So Nile’s brother takes the lead. And what do zillennials do best?

Social media.

Nile’s brother starts going hard on any site he can, trying to get the word out to see if anyone knows what happened to his sister. He starts a Reddit thread. He starts a Facebook group. He reaches out to the media and true crime bloggers and podcasters à la Sarah Turney, getting loud and being a general nuisance in hopes of getting some answers. He gets his friends and Nile’s friends involved. Maybe eventually Dizzy, Jay, and others from Nile’s unit hear about it and reach out, telling him what they saw and how weird it all was. He’s drumming up interest, and soon “Nile Freeman” becomes a household name (at least among the true crime fans).

Copley is, of course, trying his best, but at this point there is just so much that it’s impossible for him to scrub everything. Sure, he can erase new footage of Nile and the Guard, but what can he do about Reddit threads and podcast episodes that are speculating something weird has happened? Maybe he could hack the sites and shut those things down, but honestly, that’s the last thing he’d want to do, because that only adds weight to the theory that Nile’s disappearance is a military coverup. So eventually he has to tell Andy what’s going on.

Andy, obviously, does not take the news well. However, she is also completely computer illiterate, because that’s Booker’s job and he’s the only one who ever bothered to learn what the internet is in any meaningful way. (She probably calls Booker for advice, and for the record, I think Booker would have no qualms about shutting down conspiracy threads, tinhats be damned, but Copley is too concerned about the consequences. He’s ex-CIA for crying out loud, he knows how it’ll look if they scrub every mention of Nile’s name from the internet.) Maybe she confers with Joe and Nicky but, let’s be honest, they’d be equally unhelpful. So at this point, she knows they have to bring in Nile.

But the thing about Nile is that she, too, knows how to use the internet (duh). Aside from her being a young millennial/digital native, we know from the cave scene where she’s giving Booker suggestions on how to track Copley that she clearly is even more computer savvy than the average person. And for that reason she almost definitely took over the day-to-day tech stuff after Booker’s exile. So I think it would be foolish to expect her to be unaware of what’s happening. She’s not contacting her family or posting on the message boards or anything, but she knows what’s up. So Copley and the team probably sit her down to “break the news,” but we know the girl does not have a poker face (see: literally shooting herself in the foot and not being able to play it cool whatsoever) and cracks immediately, telling them she’s seen everything about her case – she’s not interacting with any of it, she certainly didn’t instigate anything, but she knows. (And she is so goddamn proud of her brother.)

At this point, I’d like to pause and consider Nile’s role in the overall narrative of this movie. She’s set up as a foil to Andy, obviously, but she’s also a foil to Booker. Booker, who, like Andy, is a serious pessimist, but who, unlike Andy, still has very fresh memories and trauma associated with being the new kid, which have destroyed him. In his mind (and Andy’s), if Nile communicates with her family, she’ll become just like him in a century or two – bitter, alone, and stuck with her grief and memories of watching her family die and knowing they died resenting her. It’s a small sample size, but this is the only experience they have to go off of.

But it doesn’t have to be like that.

There’s been a lot of discussion of TOG being a fundamentally queer movie – a group of people brought together because of something inherent about themselves that is different, that must be hidden, that causes others to hate, fear, and reject them. Booker’s backstory is the archetypal traumatic “coming out” story – his family learns who he is, hate him for it, and attempt to cast him out of their lives. He’s stuck with his trauma, his pain, his loss, and it consumes him.

But what if Nile’s family would be the opposite? What if her “coming out” to them as immortal is met with acceptance, love, celebration? What if her family is just overjoyed to have her back, and they don’t care what the circumstances are? I'm reminded of this incredible post from @shitty-old-guard-deaths a while back, where Nile’s mother hits Booker with a frying pan because “my baby let me believe she was dead for FIVE YEARS based on your bad advice???” (which may or may not have inspired this whole tangent). Nile takes the advice of someone who did the same thing she wants to do because she doesn’t want to risk her family’s rejection. She wants the good memories with her family and is afraid that showing them her true self will bring her unbearable pain, forever replacing those memories. But, with high risk comes high reward.

Anyway. Nile and the team are trying to come up with a plan for how to handle this whole thing, but she’s not really participating because she’s too afraid to hope. Until finally, quickly, so she doesn’t lose her nerve, she suggests she reach out to them, knowing that, realistically, that’s the only solution before things snowball even further out of control. The team is shocked, but realize that she has a point. They decide that Copley should actually be the first point of contact, posing as a US government official to talk with them and test the waters.

So Copley goes to Nile’s family’s house to talk with her mom and brother. They’re probably distrustful and apprehensive, but nonetheless secretly ecstatic that their work has paid off. They talk and review all of the information that they’ve collected, including testimonials from the people on Nile’s base and recent sightings (along with photos) of Nile (with the same three people) over the last few years that people have sent them but they haven’t posted publicly. At this point, Copley’s like, yeah this is about to blow up, we gotta put our cards on the table. He convinces them to come with him to some safe house/black site/whatever he can get that is technologically impenetrable (I’m picturing them in like, an interrogation room at a police station kind of deal), takes their phones, locks the doors, and brings in Nile.

What follows is the most delightful reunion scene of all time, bringing Joe, Nicky, and even Andy to tears as they watch and listen from outside the room. With Copley’s help, Nile tells her mom and brother about her immortality and what’s been going on since she died (within reason, of course), and they are thrilled. They don’t understand why (because no one does) but they don’t question it and they see it as a gift from God – she’s been resurrected, she will live, and she has a purpose. Her mother and brother are so happy to see her again and are willing to agree with pretty much anything to stay in her life as long as they can.

So. They set up some complicated agreement (they bring in the other three for support/intimidation as needed) setting the terms of their relationship. They swear Nile’s family to secrecy, maybe bringing up the lab to show how high the stakes are, and they readily agree. They come up with some cover story for Nile’s brother to share on the message boards (maybe that the government has opened an investigation but because it’s an open case he has to shut it all down? Tells people to direct their tips somewhere else? Something to that effect). There’s still speculation, of course, but without Nile’s brother at the helm providing the energy, the hype dies down as news stories are wont to do without any movement. And Nile’s family goes to work for the team. The experience has taught them that Copley can’t possibly do everything himself, especially when it comes to social media, so Nile’s brother takes the lead on the day-to-day tracking/social media while Copley and her mom focus on finding jobs and scrubbing their traces afterward.

So there you have it: Nile gets to integrate her biological family into her found family and spend the rest of their lives with them as it should be, Copley gets some badly needed help managing the reality of social media, the team finally has a positive narrative surrounding outsiders Knowing About Them AND about interacting with people from their previous life, and the audience gets the happy ending to this very lovely and very queer story to counteract the pain associated with Booker’s family.

Plus, you know, I’m a sucker for both a good government conspiracy theory and for Nile getting every good thing she deserves.

#the old guard #tog #tog fanfiction #tog meta #immortal family #nile freeman #mine #damn look at me contributing to a fandom! that’s new #pls reblog if you like this my self esteem could really use it #I just love nile so much and I’m being the nile-centric content I want to see in the world #it is just genuinely nuts to think abt how this situation would be perceived by anyone outside the narrative #she just mysteriously heals from a fatal injury and then VANISHES!!! this should be national fuckin news #also I do think there’s a major hole in the story when you think abt social media #like the only time it’s even hinted at is right at the very beginning when Andy erases that girl’s selfie #and the concept of fuckin Reddit is not even brought up despite Copley’s stalker board being analog Reddit #there’s just a lot of places one could go with this which is very much what we got here #1k

[heavenlyhischier]

only when you're high - rafe cameron

word count: 4.3k

summary: Rafe only ever talks to you when he's high, and you've eventually had enough.

warnings: angst i guess, language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, lil makeout sesh at the end

note: ik this isn't the request but i've been working on this for a while so here ya go <3 this is def not my best writing so dont judge it too harshly

3:53 a.m.

You had been dreaming about your cat taking over a world full of people with fish heads when the incessant ringing from your phone jolted you awake. You blindly flung your hand onto the nightstand, knocking over a half empty water bottle and a bottle of ibuprofen before your fingers grazed the cool screen. You picked up the device, nearly blinding yourself when you opened your eyes to see who was calling you at such an ungodly hour. Once your eyes adjusted to the screen’s brightness, the name ‘Stupid Kook’ was displayed across the top. You hesitantly swiped to answer.

“What in the flying fuck do you want,” You whisper yelled, propping your half-conscious body up with your elbow.

“Hey, baby,” He greeted, his voice dragging as if he was thinking too hard about his words. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

You stopped breathing for a moment, not sure what you were supposed to say to his weird revelation. You had been having a weird thing with Rafe for a few months now. After many drinks, you would often finding yourself making out with him in a secluded area. Despite your random make out sessions, he had never once called you to simply hear your voice. In fact, he hadn’t even called you before. It was usually always a quick ‘wyd’ text at midnight and nothing more.

“That’s weird, you’ve never called me before,” You pointed out, “You’ve also never called me baby before, so what’s that about?”

“Mm, I don’t know. Always wanted to call you that before so why not? What are you up to, baby,” He asked, his words slurring together in a way that could only happen while under the influence.

“You’re high aren’t you,” You sighed. Of course, he was high. You should have known that from the get-go. Rafe Cameron wouldn’t have called you sober; he never even looked at you sober.

A brief silence hung over the line, Rafe’s heavy breathing being the only thing coming through the receiver. “Maybe a little. Had a rough day, so I went to see Barry and now I’m at Topper’s. Talking to you.”

You couldn’t help but let a small smile grace your features; a smile that was gone almost as soon as it came. You let your elbow fall from its position, your head falling back onto the pillow that was still warm from when you were asleep. “How sweet of you. What are you doing, anyways? Shouldn’t you be getting shitfaced and taking some innocent girl to bed?”

He let out an airy laugh before speaking. “The only one I’d like to take to bed is you, and we somehow always stop before it gets to that point. Anyways, it’s just me, Topper, and Kelce, and I started thinking about us in the back of my truck when we were outside. Before I knew what I was doing, you answered the phone.”

Your cheeks flared red as images of Rafe’s hands exploring your body flashed through your mind, the feeling of his ring on your skin igniting something inside of you. His mouth latching onto the sensitive spots of your neck as your moans filled his truck. You let your fingers ghost over your lips as if you could still feel his own on yours. More memories of him exploring your body in every way but the way you wanted him most were running through your mind. Every time you wanted to give in to him, give in to your urges, but you couldn’t.

“You know, I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you and I hate it,” He started, his words still slow, “I hate it because you’ll never let me have you.”

“Rafe,” You groaned, running a hand over your tired face, “I don’t really feel like giving myself to someone who only talks to me when they’re drunk or high. Someone who would rather be caught dead than with a pouge.”

“You know it’s not like that, baby. It’s complicated,” He tried, and you could tell there was a hint of unfamiliar panic in his voice.

“It always is. Guess I’ll see or talk to you next time you get fucked up. Goodnight Rafe,” You whispered before hanging up on the boy, ignoring his desperate protests.

1:38 a.m.

You turned the shower water off before stepping out onto the cool tiled floor, water dripping from every part of your body. You chose to ignore the buzzing coming from your phone, moving to grab the towel hung on the back of your bathroom door. However, the buzzing started again as you were drying off your legs.

“Who the fuck,” You groaned as you wrapped the towel around your still wet body. ‘Stupid Kook’ was making a second appearance, much to your surprise. “Yes, Rafe?”

“What’s up your ass,” He laughed his infectious laugh. You could picture him throwing his head back and his glazed over eyes twinkling with amusement, something you had only seen when you found yourself admiring him from afar.

“Nothings up my ass. Just don’t know what your high ass wants this time.” You gripped your phone in your hand and started to walk back towards your room. Your parents had fallen asleep hours ago, so you had to make sure you were quiet. However, that deemed difficult in the darkest hours of the night in your already poorly lit house. You bumped your hip and stubbed your toe on just about anything that was out in the open. Once you were in your room, you hastily shut the door and flipped the light switch on.

“Hello! Hello! Hello! Where are you,” Rafe yelled, making you wince and pull the phone away from your ear.

“Jesus, dude. Calm down, I was walking back to my room,” You chastised, doing your best to hold your phone in between your ear and shoulder.

“What were you doing? I missed you,” He pouted.

You ignored the swelling you got in your heart and said, “I was leaving the bathroom. I just finished showering. What are you doing?”

You grabbed a clean pair of underwear and a shirt you had taken from JJ after you had thrown up over whatever you were wearing that night. Rafe began telling you what he was doing, which was quite literally nothing. However, he quickly dove into a spout of how you were naked and wet and how badly he wanted to see you without any clothes on. Your cheeks were burning as he went on and on about all of the sinful things he wanted to do to you. You let him ramble on a bit more as you turned the light off once you were clothed and ready for bed.

“Okay, that’s enough, Rafe,” You stopped him, pulling your blanket back so you could crawl in bed. “So, calling me two times within a week? You falling in love with me?”

It was so painfully obvious that it was a joke, but you could practically feel the tension radiating through your phone from Rafe’s end. His abrupt silence concerned you because this boy was far from silent when he was doped out.

“Maybe I am,” He finally got out, and you couldn’t detect any sarcasm in it.

“Sure you are,” You rolled your eyes, blaming exhaustion for briefly clouding your judgment, “If you were in love with me, you’d actually talk to me when you aren’t too fucked to remember your own name.”

You started picking at a loose thread on your blanket as you let your mind wander to what life would be life if you had an actual relationship with Rafe. Going to parties with him. Hanging around the Island Club with him and his friends. Him doing lines off your body before having his way with you.

“I will talk to you when I’m not high,” His voice broke you from your thoughts, “If that’s what you really want.”

“I do,” You said way too quickly, “I mean, yeah sure. That would be nice, I guess.”

“Just text me and I’ll answer.” You couldn’t stifle the yawn that escaped your lips, but you did try and hide it from Rafe. Your attempt was no good, though. “You’re tired, go to bed.”

“No, I’m fi-.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Rafe shouted over you, “Talk to you soon, baby.”

Rafe’s name popped up on your phone screen every few days after he had gotten drunk out of his mind or too high to do anything other than find your contact. You didn’t mind it at first, but after you had texted him during the day and those messages went unanswered, you grew hurt and annoyed. You had tried asking him why he wouldn’t respond, but he always found a way to change the subject. You wanted to ask him about it in person, but you hadn’t seen him in almost a month. You wanted to ask him why he couldn’t bother to pick up the phone when he was sober, but wasted no time in calling you as soon as he got his bump in.

One of the nights he called, you offered to have him come over because your parents were gone, but he said no. Made up some excuse about how he was staying with Topper for a while since Sarah cheated on him and he wanted to be there for his friend. You understood that, so you didn’t push him after that. Then, the next time you told him about a party everyone was going to and how you wanted to see him there. You even told him to bring the other two. That time he told you he was staying away from parties for a while, wanting to stay to himself for the most part due to the constant stress from his dad. You knew how Ward could be sometimes, so it wasn’t hard to believe him and move on from there.

You wanted to be mad to him for only acknowledging you when he was high, but you couldn’t be. You’ve always wanted to feel wanted by somebody, and he made you feel like that albeit only when he was far gone from reality. You could deal with it as long as you got to talk to him, no matter how insecure it made you. Well, you thought you could.

2:25

Your parents were gone for the night, so you opted to watch Marvel movies in the living room. You were so invested in watching Iron Man and shoving popcorn in your mouth that you didn’t feel your phone go off the first six times. Or the fifteen times after that. Not that you would have cared either way. You knew the only person it could be was the boy who never wanted you sober. The credits began rolling across the TV, so you finally decided to pick up your discarded phone. You were shocked to see Rafe had called you eight times and texted you thirteen. Overall, his texts said the same thing.

Why aren’t u answering me :(

Call me pls

I wanna talk to you baby

It was if he knew you were finally looking at your phone because his contact popped up not ten seconds later. You rolled your eyes, but reluctantly answered.

“Y/N! Where have you been,” He whined into the receiver, “I’ve been trying to call you for like two hours.”

“Watching movies,” Your words were sharp and short, not particularly wanting to talk to him right now. You’ve nearly reached your breaking point with him.

Rafe could immediately tell something was off with you by the way you sounded. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath in, setting your bowl of popcorn on the coffee table after you paused the end credit scene. You leaned forwards and planted your elbow on your knee as you held your head in annoyance.

“I’m fine, Rafe. I’m just getting fed up with you only wanting to talk to me when you’re high or drunk,” You started, “I used to be fine with it because it once every couple of weeks, but now it’s almost every day and it’s annoying. You told me to text you when you’re sober, and I did, but you never responded. I try and offer to come over to you or have you come to me, but you always have an excuse. I know you want to be there for Topper and you don’t really want to be around anyone right now, but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with it.”

“Y/N, I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just-It’s complicated. Please understand that,” He was practically begging you to listen to him.

“Rafey, are you coming back to play beer pong with us,” A female voice suddenly cut through the sudden sound of music.

Your breathing stopped and your heart felt like it was being squeezed by Rafe’s own hand. A wave of heartbreak crashed over your entire body. “‘I just don’t want to be around anyone’ huh? Thought you were just spending time with Topper for a while? You know, if you didn’t want to see me, all you had to do was say so,” You whimpered, hurt now mixing with your anger and annoyance.

“No, wait,” He tried, yelling at whoever came in the room to get out, “Y/N, please. It isn’t lik-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. It is like that, Rafe. It is exactly like that. You don’t want to see me, and that is fine. I get it. Why would you ever want to be seen with someone from the Cut? It doesn’t matter, though. Don’t call me anymore. You lied to me. That is not something that I can forgive,” Your tears were too strong to hold back now, “I don’t care for liars, Rafe Cameron, and you’re the biggest one of all.”

You quickly hung up and turned off your phone, throwing it towards the end of the couch so you weren’t tempted to grab it. You grabbed the large blanket from the back of the couch, picked another movie, and let your tears fall as it played in front of you.

“Honey,” Your moms gentle voice broke through, “You fell asleep on the couch.”

You slowly opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light shining through the giant window. The headache hit you like a ton of brinks, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut in pain. Your mom was hovering over you, her hand on your shoulder and her soft eyes pretending to not notice how puffy your cheeks and red your eyes are.

“I guess so,” You mumbled, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, “I’ll go lay down in my room. I’m still tired.”

She gave you an understanding nod with a caring smile and helped you off the couch. Her hand lingered on your back as if she wanted to say something to you, but she decided to leave it alone for now. You would talk to her when you were ready, if you ever were. You gave her a thumbs up when she told you her and your father would be out again most of the day.

Your feet dragged as you stumbled back to your room, using the wall to keep you steady. You pushed the door open with your foot and gave your cat, who was laying on your bed as if she owned it, a stupid smile. You fell onto the bed and pulled her onto your chest as you turned your phone back on. You were scared to confront the actions from last night, but knowing Rafe, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to even send you a text about it. You were quickly proven wrong the moment your phone turned back on. The vibration from all of the texts, voicemails, and snapchats felt like it lasted for five straight minutes. Nearly all were from the boy you wanted nothing to do with. Although, you noticed a voicemail from Topper, who you forgot even had your number.

Um, hey its Topper. Look dude, I don’t know what happened, but Rafe is freaking out like a bitch right now. He keeps mumbling shit about how he fucked things up with, which I didn’t even know you two were a thing but whatever I don’t really care. He kicked everyone out of my house and has been calling and texting you for like thirty minutes straight now so please call him back, so he shuts the fuck up. If not for him, do it for my sanity before I kill him. Uh, yeah, thanks, bye.

You sighed deeply after the voicemail cut off, your heart rate increasing at the thought of Rafe being upset. If he was bad enough that Topper of all people called you, you knew it was bad. You wanted to not care because of how he made you feel, but you did. You’ve always cared about the blond boy more than you cared to admit. You finally decided to look at the messages he sent you.

Y/N pls call me back

I’m sorry its not what it looks like and I know that sounds stupid but its true

Pls talk to me. I need u to talk to me

I promise that I never wanted to hurt u ok???

I love you, Y/N. Please call me or I’m coming to your house tomorrow.

The world stopped spinning when you read the last message. You kept reading it over and over again as if you misread it the first time. Rafe had never been any kind of affectionate with you until he called you baby. Rafe Cameron was not someone known to get emotional, so you weren’t sure if you believed his words. He was a liar and would do anything to get what he wanted, so what was different now?

You heard a knock on the door followed by your moms muffled voice, but you were too focused on the situation in front of you to notice who it was. Your eyes were glued to the screen, staring at the three words you never thought anyone other than your family and friends would say to you. The world around you was fading away, your heart feeling as if it was going to beat out of your chest as tears slid down your still puffy cheeks. You weren’t going to let him do this to you. You weren’t going to let him toy with you anymore.

“Y/N,” A deep voice dragged you out of your subconscious.

Your eyes darted over to the door and saw the last person you wanted to see. Rafe was standing there, his eyes wide and blood shot and he looked like total shit. His hair was a wild mess, nothing like its usual tamed state. You met his gaze and you wished you hadn’t. One look from him and you were puddy in his hands. One look and every thought you had about never seeing him again flew out the window.

“Hey, can we talk,” He mumbled, his bright blue eyes looking everywhere but at you. “Please.”

Not trusting your words, you gave him a swift nod and gestured to the spot next to you on your bed. You leaned to the side and placed your cat on the ground, watching as she rubbed herself all over Rafe’s leg before scampering away. His walk to your bed was painfully slow, and you wanted to tell him to hurry up, but you knew that was unreasonable.

“What do you want, Rafe,” Your voice was harsh, trying to ignore the urge to reach out to him. “What do you want to talk about? How you only use me for your own pleasure? How you only ever even look at me when you’re drunk or high? How you lied to me? Wanna talk about that?”

Your anger surprised even yourself. One second you wanted to hold him in your arms and comfort him, but then the memory of how he treated you came back and flipped a switch in your brain. You don’t know how you feel and you hate it.

“I deserve every bit of your anger,” He breathed out, letting his hand fall dangerously close to your own, “But please let me explain everything to you, okay?”

“Fine,” You gave in, “Talk.”

“Yeah, thank you, okay. I really do want to talk to you when I’m not absolutely fucked, I do. I know that it doesn’t seem like that, but its true. I just, I can’t. Every time I look at you, think about you, I hear my dads voice screaming at me that I will never be good enough for anyone. I have this thought drilled into my head every day that no matter what I do, who I am, I am just never enough. To me, you’re no exception to that. In fact, you remind me even more. Wait no.”

Rafe rubbed both of his hands over his face and tugged at his hair, afraid that he’s already fucking this up. “Rafe,” You gently spoke up, turning to grab his hands from his face. “It’s fine. Keep going.”

His eyes met yours and you could see how strained he was. There were too many emotions swirling in his eyes for you to pinpoint exactly what he was feeling. “Okay, um, okay. To me, you are way too good for me, so the only time I feel comfortable talking to you is when I’m high. I’ve never had trouble talking to any girl before, but you’re more than that to me. You’re more than just some girl to me and it scares me, so I feel like I have to be, yanno, not me. When I talk to you. I want to be with you more than I have ever wanted to be with someone in my life”

Your hand was still holding his as you let his words sink in. Him revealing how his dad truly made him feel made your heart ache for him. It made you want to grab him by the face and tell him how he is more than good enough. You wanted to let him in, but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the risk that came along with it. You’re not sure if you want all the things that came with being with Rafe Cameron. He’s followed by hurt and lies, and you do feel guilty thinking that, but it’s been proven true countless times.

“Rafe, listen to me,” You began, moving so you were straddling him and holding his face in your hands. His hands immediately came to grip your hips, and you are well aware that this was a more than compromising situation. “I understand that your father is probably the worst person we both know, but that doesn’t excuse you lying to me. I don’t know if I can trust you, no matter how much I may want to.”

You watched as tears gather in his eyes, and he was doing his best to keep them at bay. He had never felt the way he feels about you before, and he’s more than aware that his reputation precedes him. He knows that he’s done nothing more than prove how untrusting he is to you, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from trying to prove to you that he means what he’s saying.

“I know that nothing I say will fix what I’ve already done. I know that, but I can show you just how much you mean to me, if you’ll let me. We can go at your pace. Do things your way. Just, please, give me another chance to prove myself to you.”

You’re searching for any detection of a lie in his eyes, in his voice, but you come up empty. You wipe away the stray tears that broke through his wall of protection. You hesitantly placed your forehead on his, and you could hear him take in a sharp breath at the connection. Your eyes fluttered closed, your nose brushing against his as you weighed all of your options.

“Did you mean what you to me? In your last text,” You whispered, too scared to open your eyes and look at him. “Do you actually love me?”

“More than you know,” His breath was hot against your chin, and he pulled you closer into him.

You decided to take a leap, dive into something that scared you more than anything. Your lips finally met his, and Rafe wasted no time in returning the feeling. Your hands fell from his cheeks and clasped each other behind his neck, while his hands stayed placed on your hips, too scared to push you too far. You deepened the passion filled kiss by pulling him closer to you and running your tongue across his bottom lip. Rafe’s lips moved in such a sensual way that you almost didn’t know how to react. It was much different from the lust filled kisses you’ve shared in the past. You started moving your hips on top of him, an action that had him gripping your hips tighter than before.

Y/N,” Rafe breathed out after he broke away from you, “If you don’t stop, I don’t know if I can control myself.”

“Then don’t.”

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