#airplane: finally a REAL fan

[sunderwight]

Imagine how much Shen Yuan and Airplane would hate it if an actual PIDW fan transmigrated in too, though.

Like, one of the guys who genuinely loved the stallion novel harem-building aspects, the weird-yet-vanilla het sex, the willingness to throw the plot out of the door just to have yet another interchangeable woman throw herself at the hero. Someone who only ever had nice things to say in the comment section, who unironically referred to Airplane as a master storyteller, who bought some of the VIP chapters (if he liked the wife Bingge was destined to wed & bed), couldn't name any of the monsters or sex flowers or most of the male side characters, had a Xin Mo keychain and once commissioned fan art of Sha Hualing (favorite wife) looking sexy in a pin-up pose, and told Peerless Cucumber he was a weirdo who took things too seriously on more than one occasion.

I think he'd bother Airplane the most. Shen Yuan would be annoyed and tell him his taste was in his ass, but that's about it.

But Airplane? I think at first he'd be inclined to enjoy having an uncomplicated "fan" of his work turn up. This guy actually praises him! He has nothing but flattering things to say! It's like a dream come true! Except... well, Airplane himself is perfectly aware of the decisions he made in his writing and why (he sold out deliberately, not because he thought it would actually make for a better story -- say what you will about whether or not it's worth it, but the man knows what he's doing), and also I suspect kind of resents his own popular audience whenever he has to interact with them for more than minute.

After all, these were the patrons he had to appease and appeal to, the readers he had to worry about offending or alienating, the ones who were paying the bills but also would have vanished at the drop of a hat if he hadn't given them a steady supply of what they wanted. It's not the audience he actually desired, it's the one he decided not to offend in order to maximize profitability. Peerless Cucumber might be a pain in the ass, but he's a pain in the ass who picked up on the story that Airplane himself originally intended to tell, and wanted PIDW to actually be that. Which has gotta be kind of gratifying, in a roundabout way.

I think it would stress Airplane out to have someone approve of the things he himself didn't even approve of. Like on the one hand this guy seems to have only a good opinion of him, but on the other hand it's based entirely on a false impression and Airplane actually agrees way more with Cucumber's assessment of his writing, because he wrote it badly on purpose. Since the guy has a good opinion, that's something Airplane can potentially lose, and he'd be most likely to lose it by revealing the truth about his own creative intentions and his actual tastes and inclinations. A ticking time bomb of disapproval that could go off at any moment to who-knows-what effect.

He'd hate it. Eventually every time User No.3 came around he'd just be like:

[ID: A gif of Skeletor from Masters of the Universe gliding through a blue magical barrier and then reaching back to punch and shatter it. End ID]

#svsss #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain #airplane: finally a REAL fan #airplane five minutes later: hmm... don't like this #image ID provided by princess-of-purple-prose

[inupibaldspot]

Wingman ain’t subtle.

Paring: Gojo Satoru x reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : This takes place when Gojo and the rest are students and you are one year senior/older than them

Gojo thinks today is a bad day.

“y/n-senpai apparently only dates guys older than her” Shoko says she sucks the drink from the straw. As much as she’d like to be smoking, it wasn’t allowed on campus.

The lollipop in Gojo’s mouth falls to the ground which makes Geto snort.

“Sucks to you Satoru.” He comments. “If only you were born a year or two before you’d have a chance.”

Gojo winches as he looks over to Shoko with eyes pleading that she was lying “For real?”

“Yeah.” Shoko and you shared being gifted with Reverse Cursed Technique so they’d spend a lot of time training together so the two were close.

Ever since he learned that fact, Gojo had Shoko be his wing man on learning to be and also learn about your type. She was hesitant at fist but oh boy! Gojo was so hopelessly in love with you she kinda felt bad. Shoko adds. “She thinks older guy make her feel protected.”

Gojo huffs, his stomach churns with jealousy. “I’m literally the strongest…” who else would you need to feel protected?

To add on the fact that learning about him having no chance with you because of the year he was born — ‘Satoru was spawn killed.’ Geto would add— he and his classmates had forgotten to put up a veil during a mission which triggered Yaga’s, their teacher in charge, wrath.

Yaga takes in a deep breath“How many times do I have to tell you to put up a veil ?!”

Gojo really couldn’t careless as his teacher yaps away and probably neither did both of his two friends. He could see Geto nod at times as if acting like he was taking Yaga’s word to heart and with Shoko dozing off with her eyes open.

He does his best to fight back a yawn as something suddenly grabs his attention. You. His eyes trail to you ,who was a year senior to him, walking along the hallway, revealed by the long strip of windows between the classroom and hall. Gojo thinks you’re the loveliest piece of existence in the planet as you gently tug a piece of hair behind as you talk with Utahime.

Feeling a piercing gaze — or maybe it was Yaga’s shouts— you look over inside the class as meet your eyes with beautiful vibrant blue ones of your junior, Gojo Satoru’s.

When you give him a smile and a small wave, you weren’t expecting him to straight up beam at your direction and full on wave as if a kid would wave at an airplane passing by.

Of course this angered Yaga further as a nerve pops on his forehead and hands clenched. “Pay attention, Satoru!” He swings his fist at the boy.

The impact of his teacher’s fist on him sends him flying. If he weren’t such a good student he would have actually used his limitless to block such hits but alas— it may not look like it but he was. “Sensei—! Hitting your students should be against the law.”

He sees Geto sent him an amused smirk and Shoko,who finally woke up, trying to figure out what was happening and to his horror, you were giggling at him. Not many things can make Gojo feel embarrassed but his crush laughing at him when he got hit was one of it.

Yup-! That’s exactly what he needed; his crushing laughing as he gets beat up and lectured by his teacher. His day was going fan-tas-tic!

The day goes on with with the remaining classes. Evening classes were usually training so Shoko was in infirmary with Gojo and Geto on the training grounds but one thing bother Gojo was that the ‘hit’ from Yaga earlier did leave an impact. The back of his head a aching and even made him jump when Geto applied the slightest bit of pressure.

Call him dramatic but he didn’t want the ache to go on further so there he was on his way to the infirmary. He really needed Shoko to patch him up.

He slides the door open as he starts to complain. “Shoko heal me up. Yaga’s hit really did some damage on me”

“You’re hurt?”

Hearing a voice which wasn’t Shoko’s and with almost a magic like ability to make his heart race grabbed his attention. He turns to see you who was near the storage cabinet as if you were arranging something.

“I- uhh…” Suddenly his throat constricted and he couldn’t speak. His face heats up as you tilt your head waiting for an answer as he clears his throat. “Just a bit, y/n.”

“Shoko is out though. She got called to assist in a mission. ” You smile as you sit on a near by chair, pulling another chair beside.

You smile at him as you pat the chair beside yours indicating him to sit down there which makes him tense up slightly but he does as told. “Also you should be calling me ‘senpai’. Utahime-senpai was complaining that youth these days have no manner.”

You laugh. “Now tell me where you’re hurt.”

He sits beside you as he tilts his head and points at his sore spot. “Here.”

Gojo watches you raise your hand and inspect his heat, the places where your fingers grazes heats up which makes him gulp deeply. You laugh as you see a swelling on his head. “Wow- Sensei really did hit you hard…”

The white haired boy relaxes as he he feels the calming sensation on his head which means you were using your technique of healing him. “Does age really matter that much?”

You hum as if thinking through your answer. “Of course. Even a year older means you’ve been in this world for a year longer. That in itself is commendable enough.”

“I heard from Shoko that you like guys older…” Gojo says no longer trying to contain the jealousy in his voice. “Is it because of the same reason?”

Gojo watches your eyes widen and blink in confusion; he thinks any expression you make is so so adorable. You then proceed to giggle. “Just because I dated people who are older than me doesn’t mean I have a type.”

Damn that Shoko probably messed around with her wording. Gojo curses as the girl made it seem you would only date guys older than her.

“For example…” You hum as you bring your finger up to your lips. “Right now I like a guy who is younger than me who never respects his elder.”

Hearing her words, every restrain in his body breaks free and Gojo stands up from his seat ; before he knows it his lips are on yours. He hold your face in place, cupping both side of his cheeks.

Gojo kisses you. Your lips are softer than he imagined it to be and when you let out a small moan he deepens it, stronger and desperate as if trying to memorize every inch of you.

He brings one of his hands to the back of your head, as he runs his hands through your hair. His lips keep moving as if he had lost his mind; deep and urgent as if he couldn’t waste a single second.

Out of breath, he pulls away and looks at you who was breathing heavily and lips slightly plump from his desperate tugs and bites. He watches the same lips curl into a smile as you give him a teasing smile. “Also tell Shoko to quit being your wing man,Satoru. She isn’t quite subtle about it.”

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[seat-safety-switch]

Contracts. What even are they? A lawyer could tell you, but my lawyer just laughs at them and uses his desk-mounted cigar lighter – in the shape of a human skull, I’m pretty sure it’s not real, okay I’m not so sure anymore – to torch any attempt to get him or me to sign one. My attorney’s name is Max, and I met him once when he was doing some public-defender work, representing some unwashed maniac who jumped a mall fountain in a Baja Bug. Ever since then, we’ve been the best of friends.

Let me explain why: have you ever had a coworker who was a fan of extreme sports? They probably started out jumping out of an airplane, which was scary but fun. Then, it wasn’t enough. They started doing group jumps, elaborate stunts, nude skydives. Moved on to cliff diving, riskier and riskier shit. Max is like that, but for the law. He figures that all human law derives eventually from nature, and by bending every law to its maximum extent, he will finally be able to perceive the rhythms of an absent bureaucratic god.

This is exactly why he needs me. Max drives a very lushly appointed Saab 9-5, which is certainly some ridiculous pervert shit, but it still doesn’t put him in my league. Only someone as immersed into automotive culture – and specifically the dirtbaggiest niches of it imaginable – can even consider the creative ways in which I break parking, traffic, highway, and husbandry laws. Sometimes the responding officer has to take out his little notepad and scrawl out some diagrams to figure out just what it is I can be charged with. Sometimes his brow furrows, little beads of sweat appearing, and he climbs back into his cruiser and leaves. It’s those moments that Max is most excited about, as it represents the limitations of mortal man to understand just what specific category crime I am committing. Anything weaker, he usually gets me off of in a weekend of playing golf with the judge and charging me (with a discount) for his coke and strippers.

You could say that this is a perfect symbiotic relationship, but on the advice of my attorney, I would have to pretend I don’t understand what you’re saying. That’s an awful big word, and is the kind of thing that you should direct to my attorney. Ideally with a big bag of knowledge about the niche hobby that you are interested in, and specifically the corner cases that would get you on an FBI watchlist.

[nyoomerr]

Another silly prompt if you’d like:

Shen Qingqiu starts exhibiting ‘symptoms’ of being some fraction Heavenly Demon thanks to every heavenly demon he’d met previously feeding him their blood.

(Maybe he and Binghe came across some artifact meant to ‘awaken one’s bloodline’ and/or Airplane had some cut plot-line about an artificial heavenly demon for Binghe to fight).

ok i said no more prompts for now but i've been thinking about a really stupid idea for this one and i couldn't stop thinking about it so dfkjh here it is!!

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There’s no reason to suspect anything is out of the ordinary, at first. The visiting dignitary and his troupe are exceedingly deferential to both Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu in equal measure; not unusual, considering the amount of importance Luo Binghe places on having Shen Qingqiu treated well. 

Lesser demons have been beheaded for conveniently ‘forgetting’ to greet their emperor’s human spouse with enough respect. More politically empowered demons - the ones that understand just how important it is to respect a powerful demon’s demands for his wife - have had trade agreements stalled and family honor lost for being too nice to Shen Qingqiu, crossing Luo Binghe’s hair-trigger alarm for any potential competition to his Shizun’s attention. 

Taking both extremes into account, the safest bet is usually to treat Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu with the same level of esteem. Indeed, this visiting dignitary’s actions are very normal.

…Or they had started as such, and then Shen Qingqiu had let his guard down, and now they’re on day three of this particular political visit and things seem to have shifted ever so slightly to the left.

The little lordling is still plenty respectful to them both, of course, and he hasn’t started looking too long or too kindly at Shen Qingqiu, so it isn’t - erm, it isn’t any any sort of wife plot, trying to stir up jealousy with the stallion protagonist. 

Instead, it’s both more and less alarming than that: this demon has somehow gotten it into his head that Shen Qingqiu is in charge here. 

Never mind what Luo Binghe may or may not have to say about such a thing!! This is about the law of the land - the actual, real emperor between the two of them is Luo Binghe, if only because Luo Binghe knows well that Shen Qingqiu couldn’t tolerate the work of such a position. Part time empresses, part time peak lords got to have naps; Luo Binghe didn’t get those unless Shen Qingqiu thickened his face and made gestures from the bed that may or may not be construed as requests for cuddles. Shut up.

Anyway, the point is thus: Luo Binghe is emperor of the demonic lands. Shen Qingqiu is to be treated well when he decides he wants to participate in a bit of demonic politicking, but he is not supposed to be the one little visiting dignitaries look to for the final decision.

Shen Qingqiu tries to ignore it, of course. If he pretends he doesn’t notice, maybe Luo Binghe will do the same, and then there’s less of a chance of Luo Binghe being weird about it in bed later!

But as the days stretch on, the visiting dignitary seems to become more confident in his decision on which one of them is in charge, and it finally comes to a head during the feast on the final day: the little lordling seats himself to the side of Shen Qingqiu, rather than that of Luo Binghe.

Shen Qingqiu shifts uncomfortably in his seat, glancing over the top of his fan at the dignitary. Surely, he’ll realize his mistake here…?

“Lord Shen,” the demon lord says, seemingly oblivious to the tension throughout the banquet hall as everyone watches the political misstep in action. “Once more, our people can only thank you and your husband for the hospitality you’ve afforded us during this visit. The agreement between our lands will -”

Shen Qingqiu closes his fan with a snap, drawing himself up with a mental tirade of a thousand of his best curses. That really is the last straw - if he doesn’t correct this mistake now, Luo Binghe might really decide to do something petty and violent later to correct the offense!

“Lord Xia,” Shen Qingqiu says, voice perfectly level. “It appears as if you may have had one too many drinks this afternoon; your place is over there.” 

Saying as such, Shen Qingqiu gestures sharply with his fan to Luo Binghe’s other side. The dignitary pauses, glancing between Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu.

“...No,” he says slowly, “I’m - that is, this lowly one is fairly certain his loyalty is to Lord Shen…”

Shen Qingqiu glances up to the heavens, which have surely forsaken him many years ago. Oh, why did this stupid little man have to word it like that!!

“Xia Yang had best remember what is and is not his,” Luo Binghe says lowly. “The only one allowed to pledge such loyalty to Shizun is myself.”

Xia Yang once more glances between the two of them, his expression growing more confused by the moment. 

“Is Lord Shen… not the demon emperor of this realm?”

Shen Qingqiu stares at him. To his side, Luo Binghe is staring too, though with a far more shrewd expression; clearly, he’s trying to parse this response out as either an acceptable excuse for being too friendly with Shen Qingqiu or not.

“I’m afraid Lord Xia is mistaken,” Shen Qingqiu says when it becomes clear that Luo Binghe is busy being silent and brooding. “This lord is quite human.”

The visiting dignitary’s brows draw together, and then slowly he tilts his head up, scenting the air. 

“...Is Lord Shen sure?” Xia Yang asks, clearly uncertain. “Of course, I had heard of the tales of Luo Binghe and his human spouse, but Lord Shen is…”

“Speak plainly, or lose your tongue,” Luo Binghe snaps.

Shen Qingqiu sighs, reaching over to rap his knee under the table sharply. This sticky disciple of his, always so snappish when it comes to what others say about Shen Qingqiu, ah! This scum villain has had to tolerate far worse things said about him than this sort of mistake, you know!

“It is only that Lord Shen’s blood is clearly of heavenly demon origin,” the little lordling says, shifting uncomfortably under the scrutiny. 

Shen Qingqiu feels a bit mortified. Has he - has he really consumed that much of Luo Binghe’s blood??

“Xia Yang smells my own blood in Shizun’s veins,” Luo Binghe says, still looking a bit ruffled. “Shizun is human.”

“All due respect to Lord Luo,” Xia Yang says, “but Lord Shen’s heavenly demon blood is distinct from your own. It -”

Xia Yang cuts off, his mouth shutting so fast he seems to almost bite his own tongue right off and his cheeks coloring a scandalized pink. Shen Qingqiu feels a sense of great foreboding for what is about to be said next.

“Speak,” Luo Binghe hisses.

“Lord Shen’s bloodline is clearly the same as Lord Luo’s,” Xia Yang says in a rush. “This one isn’t sure how close, but it - ah, from the smell of his blood, this one thought Lord Shen might be Lord Luo’s father, or perhaps an uncle…”

The banquet hall is dead silent. Shen Qingqiu feels a bit faint. 

“Tianlang-jun,” he says, mostly to himself. 

“And that snake, too,” Luo Binghe agrees, his eyes flashing and his demonic qi writhing around him. “Shizun, you said they were dead.”

“They are!” Shen Qingqiu exclaims, still feeling a bit regretful about it. “But - well, it isn’t like I could siphon their blood out! It’s all mixed up in there!”

Luo Binghe gnashes his teeth, glaring down at the table. He looks very much like he wishes his parental family was still alive, actually, just so he could have the pleasure of serving them a beat down for putting their blood in Shen Qingqiu’s body and causing this misunderstanding in the first place.

“Lord Shen… has consumed the blood of several heavenly demons?” Xia Yang asks curiously. Shen Qingqiu almost wants to yell at him to read the room just a bit, ah!

“Indeed,” Shen Qingqiu says instead, his voice positively frosty. “So as Lord Xia can see, there has been a misunderstanding: this Lord is human.”

Xia Yang blinks, looks between Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe a final time, and gets up to exchange seats so he’s finally sitting in the proper location. Shen Qingqiu reaches blindly for his wine. Ah, that poor little demon, he really will end up on the shit side of things, after riling Luo Binghe up this much! And this political visit had been going so well, too -!

Shen Qingqiu glances over at Luo Binghe. He does not, in fact, look quite so furious as he had a moment prior. Instead, he’s watching Xia Yang with a look that is very, very concerning to Shen Qingqiu.

“...You said Shizun smelled like he could be my father?” Luo Binghe asks quietly, the tips of his ears pink.

Ah. Never mind. That poor little demon would see his end by Shen Qingqiu’s hand, for what he’s just done to their bedroom life!!

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[barry-j-blupjeans]

Barry was starting to wish he had bought a suitcase with a handlebar and wheels. Lup and Taako's apartment was on the third story up and, much like Lup had told him, the elevator was still in its constant state of disrepair. At the very least, a suitcase with a handlebar would be easier to lug up here. His back was already aching from the ride over (his body was not fit for airplane seats anymore) and this certainly wasn't helping.

But it'd be worth it. Tonight, for the first time ever, he and Lup would meet face-to-face. And Taako too. He was excited to see Taako. He had heard lots of good things about Taako. But he had never really talked to the guy outside of voice or video calls with him in the background and Barry- well, he had a soft spot for Lup.

That's what he told Magnus, at least, when he bought the plane ticket. Leaving Magnus to housesit didn't seem like a great plan, but Barry had no one else to turn to. Asking his coworkers felt weird and approaching any of his neighbors with the idea seemed even worse. Magnus, at the very least, was capable of fixing anything he broke. Probably. And was willing to do it for free as long as he was allowed to bring his dogs with him (he was, but Barry was very much hoping he didn't have to clean dog slobber off anything when he got back).

Magnus had seemed… uncertain about his plan. Flying halfway across the country without telling the other person you'd be there was, admittedly, not always a good idea. But Barry had planned this through. He and Lup had talked a lot about meeting up one day. What they'd want to do together, where they'd go, the plans they had. She offered to let him crash on the couch and Barry was 100% okay with that. It saved on hotel costs, at least.

And Lup loved surprises! Most of the time! Lup loved the surprises that Barry came up with, at least.

Barry paused at the third story, leaning against the wall to try to get his breathing under control. He had tried to only pack essentials, but that had quickly turned into "oh, I wanna show Lup this thing in person" and, "oh, Lup wanted to have this but I forgot to mail it to her", and "oh, Lup would-", et cetera, et cetera.

After a minute, he finally got his breathing under control. He straightened up and his back popped in at least four different places. Pathetically, he started dragging his suitcase down the hall. 310, 311, 312…

113. Lup and Taako's apartment.

Barry knocked before he could start overthinking it.

Lup would be happy to see him, right? Right. Definitely. She was cool like that.

Seconds ticked by. Barry fanned himself, suddenly feeling too hot. It was from bringing the suitcase up, that's all. He wasn't nervous. He lov- he liked Lup a lot and he wanted to make a good first impression. Second impression? He wasn't sure what it was when you've been talking to someone for years but have only just now seen them in real life.

It must have been a full minute by now. Barry raised his hand, trying to figure out if it'd be a good idea to knock again, but the door opened before he could make up his mind.

It was Taako. All of his opening plans came crashing to a halt. He opened his mouth and just kind of made a strangled sound. He cleared his throat and went to try again, or at least try to ask if Lup was home, but-

"Barry?" Taako asked.

"Yeah," Barry said, hopefully sounding confident and casual. It came out a little like he was choking down a jolly rancher.

"Fuck," Taako said. He shut the door in Barry's face.

Barry… didn't know what to do in this situation. He was hoping for a "hey!" or maybe even an "it's Barry!". This was so wildly off-script from what he had imagined he didn't know how to move forward. Luckily, Taako opened the door again and practically pulled him inside before shutting it again.

The inside of the apartment was warm and cozy and exactly what Barry thought it would be. He recognized the couch where he and Lup often had long conversations via the internet. He could see the beginnings of the kitchen as Taako pulled him further inside. A man popped out from one of the other rooms. Barry vaguely recognized him as Taako's boyfriend. Kravitz, he was pretty sure.

"Barry?" Kravitz said incredulously.

"Hey," Barry said. Taako steered him towards the couch. It was so soft.

"But Lup-" Kravitz started.

"We're getting there," Taako said. He was standing in front of Barry now as Barry sat on the couch. Kravitz leaned over the edge of the sofa. Taako took a deep breath. "Okay. So. Wanna tell me what the fuck you're doing at our apartment, Barold?"

"Uhm," Barry said. "Visting?"

"Visting me?" Taako said.

"I mean," Barry said. "I- I would definitely like to hang out with you too, but, uhm-"

"Lup," Taako sighed. He rubbed at his temples, as if he was developing a headache. "Okay, Barry, I'm gonna need you and Lup to get like, a shared calendar or maybe like- any type of clear communication, 'cus she's not here."

"Like, she's at work, or-?"

"Lup got on a plane at nine AM this morning," Taako said, "to go to fuckin' Maine! to visit your sorry ass."

"Ah," Barry said. Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Sure, yeah, okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. This was fine. This was normal. This was an everyday thing to him. He was pretty sure stuff like this happened all the time.

"You," Taako said, "are gonna call Lup and tell her she's a dumbass."

"I'm not gonna call Lup a-"

"She'll call you," Taako said. "'Cus you're both real fucking stupid, y'know that? Like, if you're gonna visit your partner then at least call before you show up-!"

"We're not- we're not dating," Barry said, blushing despite himself.

"Uh-huh," Taako said. "Sure."

"We're not!" Barry said. It seemed Lup and Taako had the same "I don't believe that at all" face.

His phone started ringing. Taako's look intensified at the I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston ringtone. Barry's face got even hotter.

"It's a good song," he insisted, struggling to get the phone out of his pocket. The caller ID showed up as Lup.

"Answer the fucking phone, Barold," Taako said.

Barry sighed, answering it. He pressed it up against his ear, unsure if he wanted to laugh or cry at Lup's voice. Maybe both.

"So, uhhhh, we've got a problem," Lup said.

Definitely both.

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[lowkeyrobin]

you asked for tommy request here you go pookie!! 🦕

okay so the whole tommy hates american things, he meets reader online and they dont say where theyre from but boom babey theyre american

but but double whammy they have a very strong southern accent and tommy doesnt understand a word they say

bro straight up just like sits there, chin in hand, admiring reader while they go off but he cant understand a damn thing

top comedy right there imo

okay 🦕 I think you might be a southerner... TRUMP 2024 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!!! 💥💥💥💥 /j

TOMMYINNIT ; southern accent

summary ; you use a voice changer and change your voice with ease, but reveal your accent when you meet him in real life

warnings ; language, American & British stereotypes ig

genre ; fluff

word count ; 856

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Tommy had this whole bit about hating Americans, which you played into, successfully by never revealing where you were actually from. In honesty, you had a pretty obvious southern accent, but were usually able to hide it or use a voice changer, since you wanted to save the reveal for a meetup in real life.

Somehow, you were able to hide this for nearly five years, tricking Tommy. Although you'd let some friends in on it, and the very early wave of fans as well, most of which probably don't even watch you anymore. But, now you were finally meeting him in the UK.

You obviously would've come much sooner, but life had caught up with you and you went on a half-year hiatus and got busy with school duties around 2021-2022. But, finally, in early 2024, you were finally able to work out a solid two weeks to go to the United Kingdom and meet the blonde after all these years.

No one told you how scary airplanes were, though. Yikes on bikes.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Meeting him was a dream come true, out near the water where you met at the pier, your luggage still with you because it was a solid twenty minute walk to your hotel. The salty sea air brushing against your face, his face, his whole presence in general, the vlog camera with him.

You instantly wrap him in a hug when you see him, and he does the same, lifting you off the ground a bit. You yelp as you feel it and he carefully sets you down, a wide smile on his face. You decide to hide the accent for now, covering it up just for now.

He invites you down to a little library not too far away, wanting you to be able to drop your stuff off safely and go eat, considering you both needed food. You agree and begin making the walk towards your hotel using Google Maps, taking in the scenery and new culture you'd been surrounded with.

In no time, you're at the library, sitting in the back with wraps in your hands, talking and relaxing in the empty music corner away from other patrons.

"No, and the lady in front of me starts making a fuss, and the other girl said "Don't make me turn into Danielle Bregoli!", Ma'am, what??"

"What?" He laughs, almost spitting out some of his food as he covers his mouth.

"Like I'll go get a fucking cowboy hat, put it on, and it'll probably scare you away!" You say, purposefully letting your accent slip out through your lips, giggling in the process.

The blonde blinks rapidly, trying to figure out what you said. "Sorry, what?"

You quickly clasp a hand over your mouth and smile, your words muffled as you spoke. "I'm from America, Tommy. I have a natural southern accent" You laugh, "I've been just covering it up and using a voice changer all these years"

"Just when I thought you reached the lowest of lows!" He smiles, playing into the joke, "I have no idea what you're saying"

"You can't understand my redneck ways? You fuckin' democrats... Trump 2024!!"

Tommy takes a moment, still unable to understand your accent, just listening to you talk. He has his chin in his free hand, watching you use your hands to speak while you smile and giggle, playing into the Americans versus British joke.

He genuinely can't understand a word you're saying, but he finds it adorable in a way. This is the way you really spoke, and you were comfortable enough to do it with him, and he honestly found it funny as well. He sets his wrap down on top of the paper bag it came in, running a hand through his hair as he stares at you with loving eyes.

You drifted the conversation from biscuit-eating-Brits and the American economy and lack of human rights back to stories about the airport and airplane trip to him, having a dozen stories to tell. It was a nightmare, really.

"No, I never knew how fucking expensive airport food is! I should've eaten before going, I thought it would've been more convenient to eat there, but no, apparently not. And some guy at the salad bar at the airport kept staring at me all weird for no reason. Like, you're jealous, I know, but doesn't excuse staring, my guy"

Tommy smiles and giggles, barely able to understand you. He uses his internal dictionary to unravel some words, but not all that much. He finds it ironic how you can always decode his British slang but he can't understand a word you're saying in the moment, but he feels a sort of serenity in it.

A wave of dopamine crashes against the shore of his brain, causing him to giggle as you make a little explosion sound and use your hands to imitate the boom. You see him smiling and giggling, assuming he can completely understand you.

Rule one of TommyInnit, teach him southern accent before meeting him, he has zero idea what you're saying.

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x gn reader #tommyinnit oneshot #tommyinnit

[queers-gambit]

Make a Grown Man Cry

prompt: ( requested ) she's Queen Bee and everyone knows not to fuck with her unless they wanted a bruised ego - or bruised cheekbone when Billy finds out.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

note: not the greatest but it's here!

word count: 3.6k [shorty! shorty! shorty!]

warnings: cursing, dickhead behavior, talk of deceased family member, insinuation to uneasy home life, um, Jason Carver (nuff said), underaged drinking, violence.

Billy Hargrove was afraid of very few things. His abrasive nature allows him to take everything in stride before allowing his instinct to take over, typically with his fists.

He didn't like wasps - but he wasn't afraid of them.

He wasn't a fan of snakes - but he dealt with it.

He refused to fly to Indiana and wanted to drive - but he wasn't scared of airplanes. Just... Didn't trust that man should be in the air. He figured if God wanted him to fly, He would've given him wings.

What did scare him (besides his father, Neil) was his girlfriend when she was angry. Not in a way that insinuates toxic behavior, but in the way where he absolutely did all he could to never be on her bad side because her bark and bite were equally bad. When she was angry, Billy was shying away from her with his hands held in defense, doing what he could to defuse the situation - and when her anger was directed at him, it hit him dead center in the chest.

What scared him even more was witnessing his woman upset. One of the first things he admired about her was her "no bullshit" attitude, and her ability to shoot down any kind of confrontation without so much as a wobble to her tone. It took a lot to chip at her, and Billy was the one to hold her and wipe her frustrated tears on those nights’ life becomes overwhelming.

She hid behind a mask of anger, similar to him; and she did it out of defense. In her younger days, her mother became deathly ill, leaving his girl to the hands of her absent father, and apparently it made her the subject of harsh bullying which resulted in her reinventing herself come high school.

When Billy rolled into town, he was the only one to melt her icy exterior, tear down her walls brick by brick, and allow her soul to open to him. He took it to heart because he saw so many similarities between them; empathy a feeling he was unaccustomed to, and yet, he felt flooding his mind and heart. She needed him, and he needed her; two lost souls just looking for something real to hold onto.

Billy hated Hawkins, until he met her. The real her - not the Mean Girl persona she used to deflect actual emotion.

She was stubborn and rude and abrasive and barely let him get a word in when he tried to approach her. She was icy, she was harsh, she was something akin to a storm - making her unpredictable and wild. He pursued her for months before she finally let him get a full conversation between them, and then, it was a slow-going process to ask her out.

But Billy was willing to take any speed - even if it was a baby step. She was apprehensive and it made her defensive; often sneering words she possibly didn't mean and pushing people away. Her "friends" were very similar to Billy's, where they were closer to leeches and just fed off their popularity because they were more afraid of them than anything.

She shut him out when things got bad, but Billy was always there with a sledgehammer to bully her defenses down. He was willing to sit there with a chisel, if that's what it took, because Billy was fucking enraptured with his woman. Under that icy exterior was an incredible woman who was intelligent, funny, caring, and who had a whole fucking life plan - starting the day they graduated.

After Billy confessed his love, her plan started to alter; flexible to accommodate his presence in her life now. It made him feel supported and loved, like there was something to look forward to past this shitty town that he only came to tolerate because of her.

Not to mention his woman got along almost too well with Max. Both had similar humor and would often poke fun at each other before Billy was basically begging his sister to leave him time alone with his lady. It was calm when it was just them, being part of the reason he hated upsetting her. It took a lot to really set her off but when it happens, Billy's wishing he could take cover.

It's part of the reason he does what he can to not tip that scale, leading to a dramatic change in his communication. However, that doesn't mean it doesn't happen - and only a handful of times has it been at school.

Billy's never felt embarrassment until he's eyeing his girlfriend at her locker and letting slip, "You know, your skirt's real short. If you wanted my attention, doll, just had to say that."

She throws him a glare, "What was that?"

"Your skirt's too short, sweetheart," he'll gulp a little. "Showin' everyone your skin - c'mon now." He can't help but scoff a little because truth was, he was feeling defensive and jealous. He loved your fashion, but you liked pushing boundaries, and some days more skin was shown; making him feel like everyone can see what's only meant for him.

The locker slams, "You wanna try that again?"

He shifts on his feet and sighs, "I can take you home really quick - "

"Let me make this 110% clear to you," she snips, a few peers in the hallways pausing their steps to watch, "the way I dress has nothing to do with you, and you get no fucking unsolicited opinion on whatever I put on my body. Or how I choose to show it. If you have a problem with that, maybe you need to go date some other bitch - maybe one that's a prude. Hmm?"

"Baby, I only meant - "

"I know what you meant," she snaps. "And I appreciate whatever sentiment was behind it. However, my skirt still meets the tips of my fingers, so, by all means, it's not too short."

Truth was, she was already having a hard day and after 4th period, she was feeling more insecure in her outfit and body. Yeah, she pushed envelopes and liked to use fashion as expression, but that didn't mean she was always feeling 100% confident, all the time. She was tired that day, and Billy's comment sent her careening over the edge of annoyance.

It wasn't even that bad of a comment, but she still wasn't in the mood.

After the last word, she'll roll her neck out and sigh. "I'm sorry," she mutters, aware of the eyes still on them. "Just been a long day."

"It's okay, baby," he nods, "I'm sorry, too," he's still nervous as she nods in return.

"Walk me to class?"

"Course," he takes her books in his hands and she turns to head off down the hall.

The kids crowding the hallway, interested to watch their Queen Bee and King of Hawkins fight, parted with disappointment to let the two stride between them. Billy kept a step behind her until swallowing his nerves and letting his hand slide into hers, sighing in relief when her arm wraps around his waist. His arm will then sling around her neck, and he won't mention the length of her skirt again.

Together, they ruled the school during their senior year. Billy was an all-star basketball player, and you the head cheerleader; perfectly filling stereotypes that left other students apprehensive to cross either of you. Again - this doesn't mean it doesn't happen.

Maybe you and Billy are at a party that weekend, and the drinks are flowing steadily. You're not necessarily in a bad mood but you're tired, and after watching your classmates make fools of themselves, you were annoyed being at Benny's [abandoned] Diner. Billy was content hanging with a few of his basketball teammates while you leaned on a wall, content to people watch until Billy was ready to go - when Jason Carver saddles up beside you.

You look him up and down, "You lost, boy?"

He sighed with his back flat to the wall, left leg bent to keep his foot up. "Nope, right where I wanna be," Carver spoke smoothly, taking a drink from his solo cup. "You looked like you could use some company."

Your eyes rolled, "Not from the likes of you."

"C'mon, why the long face? It's a party, you should lighten up." There came a beat as you were resigned to ignoring him, sipping your drink, when he spoke again, "Swear since your Mom died, you've just turned into a stuck up bitch who thinks she's too good for this town." You choked lightly on your drink and snapped your head over, but Jason kept going, "Seriously, this whole bullshit attitude you've got is getting old - and I don't think your Mom would be very proud of this," he gestured at your body.

Your throat dried because it'd been years - like literal years - since anyone had ever dared mention your Mother to you. "You better shut your fucking mouth, Carver," You grit between clenched teeth, cup slightly shaking in your hand as tears collected unconsciously. "I'm not kidding - "

"Why? You afraid to confront the truth?" he taunted - and you briefly wondered if he was doing this because you shot him down time and again since high school started... And not every rejection was nice or private, which could've resulted in this stomach-churning revenge ploy. "Your Mom died, and you became a total bitch. You're miserable to be around and, look, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but there's not an ounce of respect you deserve. Yeah, your Mommy died - but seriously? Grow up," he sneered, your chest tight and panic swelling to a new height. "You're not the only person to have hardships, but you don't see them fucking terrorizing others."

"The fuck are you - terrorizing?" You spat. "I don't interact with any of you shit-for-brains dickheads, so, pray tell how I'm terrorizing people? I mind my business, it's you stupid motherfuckers that wanna instigate me and force this bad side - and talking about my Mother is a surefire way to get there!"

Jason chuckled dryly, "Whatever you gotta tell yourself, princess, but just know - this is a tired and played out show. Nobody's been willing to confront you, but I'm glad to do it. You need to be knocked down several pegs."

"Are you really so butt-hurt I didn't want to date you that you're resorting to dirty wordplay by bringing up my dead Mama?" You snapped.

He chuckled when tears overflowed, "I see I did what was necessary. You're too big for your britches, time to grow up and make room."

Jason pushed off the wall and easily strode away after a solid 6 seconds of stunned silence from you. Your heart was broken once again in your chest, making you slam your drink to a counter and instantly search for Billy. Your world was closing around you and panic made your blood sing, legs wobbling some as your tearful eyes desperately tried to find your boyfriend.

Your name was called softly, head snapping over to look at Chrissy Cunningham - who offered you a concerned look. "I-I saw Jason talking to you and knew it couldn't be good... He's got a real thorn in his side from you, and I knew him drinking might make him abrasive."

"Yeah, you could say that," you sniffled, wiping your cheeks while still looking for Billy.

"I-I'm sorry for whatever he said, it's obviously upset you," she frowned, fingers twisting together in front of her nervously.

"Look, I appreciate that, but I'm trying to find Billy. Please, Chrissy, can you just - can you please just help me find him?"

Once upon a time, you and Christina Cunningham used to be best friends, but once middle school hit and devastation wrecked your world, you shut her out, too.

You've barely spoken to one another in the years since but only had to due to the fact you're both on the cheer team. And now, your old friend was nodding rapidly in agreement and offering her arm, clasping her hand over yours when you accepted. Chrissy kept you close as you both strained to look around partygoers before she was patting your hand and then pointing, "There!"

Billy was seen against a back wall, laughing with a few guys around him, each with a beer in their hands. "Thanks, Chrissy," you breathed.

"Are you okay?"

"I just need to talk to Billy," you nodded, tears surfacing again as Jason's hateful words echoed in your mind.

"W-What'd he say to you?" she worried, preventing you from untangling your arms.

"He, um... He brought up my Mom..."

"Oh, hell no," Chrissy - a sweet girl who never cursed - swore under her breath before stomping towards Billy and toting you behind her.

He caught sight of the petite strawberry blonde before you, brows furrowed in confusion as he lifted a cigarette to his lips. When his eyes lifted to yours, he perked up slightly and opened his arm for you before confusion morphed his expression.

"The hell's going on?" he demanded, looking between you two cheerleaders while tugging you into his side. "Hmm?" He directed at you, keeping his cigarette balanced to pinch your jaw and tilt your head up. "You crying? What's going on, doll?" Your head shook slightly, glancing at the other guys around. Billy understood instantly and lifted his heated gaze to them, "Beat it."

When the guys scurried away, Chrissy was telling Billy, "Jason confronted her and said shit about her Mom."

"Carver did what?" Billy breathed, looking down at you. Your quivering lip was indication enough but when your head nodded, oh, Billy saw fucking red. "All right, hey," he nodded at you, "I'm gonna be right back, but why don't you go get in my car, hmm?"

He paused to fish his car keys from his jean pocket and handed them over. "No," you whispered, "wait, where are you going?"

"I'm handling Carver," he nodded. "I know you better than anyone, and I know you didn't just stand there and let him say shit. So, no more words, we're using fists now."

"Baby, don't - "

"Nobody gets to talk to you, especially about your Mother, do you hear me? Fucking nobody, baby, and if they ever assume to, I'm here to knock them the fuck out. Okay? So, you go sit in my car - uh, Chrissy, it's Chrissy, right?" My friend nodded. "You need a ride?"

"Sure," Chrissy accepted.

"Cool, so," he looked back at you, "you go with your friend and wait in the car, and I'll be there after I deal with Carver."

"Who's gonna stop you from killing him?"

"Who could stop me?"

"Don't make me visit you in jail, please," you whined.

"All right," he sighed, "only for that reason. Get to the car."

Billy leaned down to kiss you gently, a complete contradiction to the anger coursing through his veins. But he knew you were upset enough and just wanted you to feel loved and supported - so, he kissed you gently and tried to convey how sorry he was. Sorry you had to deal with this. Sorry you were alone when this happened. Sorry someone felt the audacity to say anything about your passed, beloved mother.

Billy pulled back and smiled lightly, nodding at Chrissy before pushing past you both to bully his way through the thick crowd of teenagers. However, you and Chrissy didn't head for the car; no, you just turned to follow him with your hands clasped together.

Billy found Jason as if he had a fucking GPS on the boy. When his eyes found blonde hair and letterman jacket, Billy was yelling, "CARVER!"

Instantly, people flinched away and parted a pathway for Billy to charge right up to Jason; shoulders squared, and chest puffed out. You and Chris came to a sneaker-squeaking halt when Billy was within range, and instantly swung on Jason, hitting him square in the cheekbone and sending the younger boy to the floor. The crowd oooh-ed in shock and reeled back - even Jason's cronies shying a step or four backwards. Billy fell to his knees over Jason's body, much like he'd done to Steve Harrington months ago; fists of fury unleashed without restrain.

His arms flexed under sweat-riddled skin, religious pendant around his neck swinging against his bare chest, curls jostling from his fast and fierce movements; teeth bared and snarling at every impact fist made to face.

"Think it's okay to talk about someone's parents like that?" Billy growled, pounding into Jason's face. "Huh? You think that shit's cool? Talkin' shit about the dead?"

"Billy!"

"Holy shit!"

"DUDE!"

"He's gonna kill him!"

"Shit," you hissed and moved behind Billy, grabbing his arm when it cocked back. "Baby! Baby, no, no, no, no, stop. Okay? You made your point," you panted, trying to keep hold on the muscly boy. But Billy's fist got free one more time to crack Jason's nose before letting you pull him back.

"I ever hear you sayin' shit to my girl, again, Carver, will be the last time you got a functional jaw!" Billy seethed, Chrissy stepping up to help corral Billy back. "Hear me, Carver? Say shit to my girl again, you're dead! Lemme hear you say shit about her Mom! I'll fucking kill you!"

"Billy," you worried, shoving his stomach a few times, and getting him to move. "Jesus, you could've killed him."

"Still thinkin' about it," he growled, glaring at anyone who dared look at us as Chrissy had to jog a few steps to keep up.

It was harder than necessary to get Billy outside after he wanted to go back and really fuck Jason's face up. He did more than substantial damage and you would honestly be surprised if he didn't end up in the hospital, knowing Billy's anger fueled nothing but toned, lean muscle. However, when Billy was finally outside, he was plucking his keys from your hands and opening the passenger door.

While Chrissy crawled in the back, you were examining his bloodied knuckles. "Baby," you whispered.

"Hey," he picked your chin up instantly, "I'd do anything for you, okay? And I know you're strong, but sometimes you don't have to be. You come to me; you hear me? You come to me for anything. Okay?"

You nodded, "Okay."

"Good," he whispered, letting his thumb drag up and down the skin of my cheek. "I love you, baby, and I'm so sorry you had to deal with that shit."

Tears swelled in your eyes as you whispered, "I know I'm a bitch, but I swear it was unprovoked. I didn't even see him until he was next to me."

He nodded, "I figured as much. As long as I've known you, you're not the first to throw a punch, but you're the last. And when you can't, my pretty girl, I will - I'll throw as many punches as it takes."

"Takes for what?"

"To let everyone know that you're not to be fucked with," he purred, leaning in to peck my lips with a smirk.

"My hero," you whispered, pecking his lips again.

Billy got you in the car before loading himself in and asking Chrissy where to go. She shrugged and admitted she was supposed to stay the night at Tina's, so, Billy made an executive decision. He brought you guys to a corner store and watched as you and Chrissy got whatever snacks you wanted to aid with your alcohol-fueled cravings. Then, he took you all to your house because your Father was at his brother's house for the long weekend.

It spurred you and Chrissy into a giggling mess as you made up the living room for maximum cozy comfort. In front of the L-shaped couch, you piled all blankets and pillows you could find from around the house on the floor. Billy grabbed a 6-pack from the basement fridge (your Father's "beer fridge"), and found you girls in pajamas, a sappy movie on the living room TV, and the snacks all around you.

It was easy for Billy to drop beside you, leaning on a mountain of pillows so you could lean back into his warmth but still laugh and joke with Chrissy. He liked watching you relax, and the presence of your old friend really helped you come out of your defensive shell. His hand had been cleaned and lightly bandaged, your fingers fiddling with his as you kept his hand to your lap - smiling to himself as he listened to you two giggle away.

When Chrissy crashed, you were stretched out against Billy with the end of a movie casting a glow over you both. One of his arms was bent behind his head and the other curled around your waist to keep you close; fingers dragging lazily over your tee-shirt covered ribs.

"Thank you," you whispered, one leg dragging up to hook over his hips.

"For what, baby?"

"Defending me... Protecting me."

Billy smirked down at you, "I'd do anything for you, sweetheart. And nobody's allowed to make my girl cry - not even me."

You couldn't help but giggle under your breath, stretching your neck to let your lips press to the corner of his. You pecked once, twice, three times before his head turned to let you kiss him fully. He hummed lightly, lips turning up against yours; tightening the arm around you as the other drew to hold your cheek. "I love you," you whispered against his lips.

He hummed, pecking your lips again before tucking you into his neck, "Love you more, pretty girl."

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[duuhrayliegh]

hey babes can i request more seb x singer!reader? thank youuuu :)

slowing down

Neither of you says anything for a few minutes, basking in the uninterrupted silence. In the recesses of your shared apartment, you can hear the faint click of the air conditioning. Raindrops hit the bay windows in your living room and you just know that the sunrise is going to be beautiful. or in which you can't sleep

pairing: seb stan x singer!reader (that’s right, I'M FUCKING BACK FOR MORE BABY)

warnings: it's kind of angsty? idk i didn't mean for it to be but i guess here we are?

a/n: of course you can love! i'm in the world's worst slump but i refuse to let this stop me. i can honestly tell you that this will probably be really shitty but nevertheless here we are :/

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You're quick to dim the glow of your phone, the illumination too much for your dry eyes. You're halfway through your North American tour and have finally reached the break in your schedule. Three whole days that you're able to fully relax and recharge after two months.

Two excruciating months that you spent away from home, sleeping in hotel bed after hotel bed, chasing peace and quiet on airplanes, private cars, and green rooms.

Two long months without Seb.

It wasn't so bad at first. I mean let's be real, you both have busy lives. He's a leading Hollywood actor who has film execs fighting tooth and nail to cast him in their upcoming projects. And you're touring your second album, playing in venues both large and small, never stopping for longer than five minutes.

Until now. When you were first planning out your tour schedule with your management company, you insisted that there be a break halfway through the run. You wouldn't label yourself as a homebody, but you're something close to it.

You knew yourself well enough to predict when you could burn out. Much to the dismay of your team, you refused to even consider a tour unless it had the required time off built in.

You've watched too many of your friends have to cancel shows to recuperate, you wouldn't do that to your fans. People have real lives outside of concerts--it's not always sunshine and rainbows, but rescheduling shows was the last thing you were willing to do. Compromise wasn't an option for this decision, and thankfully they bent to your demands rather quickly.

What you didn't account for was how wired you'd be.

You made sure to plan your time off for after your New York shows. That way you would already be where Sebastian was and you could spend the break with the man you love.

You'd think your body would enjoy the break. Instead, it doesn't seem to realize it's on a break. So here you lay, doom-scrolling on your phone with the brightness turned so low you might as well not even be on it.

You closed and opened the same three apps for the past thirty minutes. A lump is beginning to form in the back of your throat and your eyes are starting to burn. You could feel your breaths coming in faster intervals, fighting against the exhaustion in your bones. The words on your phone screen start turning into just random letters, then blurring altogether, becoming one big glowing blob in your hand that your mind can't seem to fathom.

"Birdie?" Sebastian's baritone startles you back to reality. You quickly flip the screen into the duvet, stifling the dim object from his sleepy view.

His hand finds yours, running his fingers over your tense knuckles that grip the phone steady. He pries the device from your grip and places it face down on his bedside table.

"What's wrong, bird?" By this point, he's preparing for whatever you throw at him. Sebastian's front molds to your back, pulling you into his warm skin.

"Do you ever feel so exhausted that you reach the point that you're not tired anymore?" Your voice is soft, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet any more than you already have. Sebastian's fingers are still tracing meaningless shapes on your knuckles as he hums against your bare shoulder.

Neither of you says anything for a few minutes, basking in the uninterrupted silence. In the recesses of your shared apartment, you can hear the faint click of the air conditioning. Raindrops hit the bay windows in your living room and you just know that the sunrise is going to be beautiful.

"Like, you spend so long waiting for something and then once you get it, you're disappointed?" You breathe the words into the void before you can stop yourself. It's only when you realize what you've said do you rush to correct yourself. "Not that I'm disappointed. That's not what I meant."

Sebastian hums in acknowledgment. Beneath the blankets, he tangles his legs with yours, wrapping you in the comfort you've been without for the past two months.

“It's just that my mind won't stop running. Like, I've done the damn thing. I planned the time off so that this wouldn't happen." Your breathing quickens again but slows as soon as Sebastian nudges your feet with his. Tears pool along your lash line, threatening to spill over out of frustration? exhaustion? pure anger? You aren't able to fully discern what you're feeling.

"I'm just so. damn. tired, Bastian." Your voice lilts into a whine at the end, but you both know it's to mask the chink in your armor. You shuffle to plant your face in his chest, attempting to shield yourself from the world outside.

Something you've learned about yourself is that you're so quick to give. The first to volunteer yourself. Always think of everyone else before yourself. It's a quality that people envy.

What they don't know is the toll it takes on the giver. The volunteer. The thinker. The envied. They don't know that you lay awake at night, exhausted beyond all reason with your mind racing when you try to put yourself first for a change.

"I don't know how to make it stop." He wraps you in his arms, burying both hands in your hair at the base of your neck. "I don't know how to make my mind quiet."

Frustration oozes from your every fiber and it makes you burrow deeper into Sebastian's hold. You squeeze your eyes shut, the action causing a throb to form in between your brows. You begin to match Sebastian's breathing, allowing your chests to rise and fall in sync. You rest your forehead on his collarbone and listen to the even beating of his heart.

No more words are exchanged. No more admissions. No more almost insults. No more dimly lit phone screens.

Just the rain. And the whir of the AC. And the matched breaths.

All the worries and troubles are pushed aside to be another day's problem.

For now, you'll rest.

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[smoshidiot]

hey guys: i ranked every smosh video

yes, every. single. smosh video. (every main channel sketch from 2005-2017 + 2023)

here it is under the cut if for some damn reason you're curious

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[accio-victuuri]

yibo’s btf co-star zhai yujia posted on his weibo and shared stories from filming :

caption:

This is the first scene we filmed with Yibo in the movie #长空之王# . Arrived here at three o'clock in the morning that day, the sky was full of stars and beautiful. Although the altitude is 3,000 meters, Yibo still integrates into our test flight team with full emotions and energy, and cooperates with the shooting over and over again.

In the past 100 days, I have been filled with emotions. Time flies, I wrote some memories, the style of writing is average, but they are all my feelings, please bear with me.

Finally, I want to say: "Wang Yibo deserves to be loved by so many people!”

actual post:

I remember this photo was taken by teacher @摄影机 Rita. That day we drove from the urban area to the suburbs at an altitude of 3000 meters at three o'clock in the morning. It was around 4 o'clock when we got there, because there was no light pollution, the sky was full of stars, Very romantic. Yibo had read the script with us at the time, and we met each other. but this day is the first time we were playing against each other.

I remember the plot at that time was "Handsome Gao", "Jia Shengli" and "Lei Yu" and I, Four of us in a car, we don't know where we're going, but we didn't expect to go to Martyrs cemetery. It is a test of our mentality. That scene broke my inherent perception of him.

First of all, I am a dance fan of Yibo. I like dancing very much, Yibo’s locking dance is very good, so I appreciate Yibo's talent, but I always thought that Yibo may be a bit introverted and slow to warm up. But this scene overturned my imagination of his energy. When we acted together in the car for more than ten hours, he never left. He has driven a car, and has been cooperating with our performances one by one (the day we filmed. He have more than 50 takes, and he will always be in a state of full energy. ) We played our favorite songs through bluetooth, together at an altitude of more than 3000 meters. Fang sang along with the roaring vehicles. I still remember that picture, it is so beautiful.

At that moment, my impression of him changed, because I could feel that after learning the role, He wanted to integrate with us quickly. Including when he got into the tent. He has his own vehicle that can provide him with rest, but in order to let us brothers become more harmonious, Yibo took the initiative to move a chair into our tent. For more than 100 days, we had lunch together (I ate a lot of Yibo's chicken breast, meat and beef, thank you so much) Singing together, in the tent together, chatting about scripts, talking about airplanes, playing games, and becoming real friends. At that moment, I felt that Yibo was a very sincere and serious person. He was very unobtrusive and very humble while we were eating.

When we met the test pilot, the light of admiration and awe in his eyes was not fake. At that moment, my greatest feeling was that Yibo is someone who had great respect for people who are talented and responsible.

How time flies, I remember that at this time last year we were still in Tongchuan eating hot pot together, chatting about airplanes, and overcoming various difficulties at work.

I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate with Yibo in the future. I want to learn locking from him!

PS: I want to add that Yibo is a highly motivated person. He's interested in a lot of things and he will work very hard to study them. He's determined to do things well! I remember he especially downloaded a flight stimulation game just to know more about aircraft. He would play the game every day to experience flight and understand it.

What he did inspired and encouraged me. I was positively affected working with such an excellent person.

Well, I’ve talked so much so let me sum it up:

Yibo deserves to be loved by so many people.

link to the actual post

#YIBO DESERVES TO BE LOVED BY SO MANY PEOPLE!!!! #LOUDER LOUDER LOUDER 📣📣📣📣 #i am sorry for everyone who haven’t accepted yibo in their lives because mine is so much better with his good boy and gremlin energy #excuse me while i cry in the corner #wang yibo #born to fly #born to fly movie #EVERYONE WHO MET HIM WAS INSPIRED BY HIM #that should tell you everything you need to know about the kind of person he is

[incognito-lionbeast]

In my “Shen Yuan’s sister gets transmigrated into Ning Yingying” AU--despite dying after her brother--Shen Mei* ( 沈妹 ) actually arrives slightly earlier in the SVSSS timeline than he does. She spends the few months between her & her brother’s arrival... *(not her real given name)

Trying to balance covertly bullying / rebuffing Ming Fan / telling him to Be Nice >:C (which still results in poor Luo Binghe getting the brunt of his ire) VS Protecting Luo Binghe. This is an arduous task. Rather, despite the change in intent & NYY’s emotional intelligence, she’s so incredibly vexed by the fact that she doesn’t seem to be meaningfully changing the narrative at all! And she really doesn’t want to end up in Luo Binghe’s harem later, but that part can totally change, right? After all, she suspects the Author of Fruity Behaviour & if he’s like that, then..... does Luo Binghe is also [secretly] gay?? Or maybe bi? Please? (( She suspects mostly based on an extrapolation of How Airplane Describes Men [in loving detail] vs How Airplane Describes Women [with cliche & constantly reused phrases]. Flimsy logic, sure, but she’s adamant. ))  

Fawning after Liu Qingge in a wlw 🤝 mlm kinda way. This upsets OG Shen Qingqiu a great deal, so she also has to juggle fawning after his shidi & making Big Doe Eyes at her shizun so maybe he’ll be less mad.  

Pestering Shang Qinghua whenever she can, because he made the grievous error of committing “He Would Not Fucking Say That” in her presence once. She read his novel, and while he’s not actually too different... the truth is that she ~innocently~ asked SQH about Mobei-Jun[’s tits] & he responded, so that’s on him. They bond, kind of. And when Shen Yuan does finally arrive, she’s the first to Understand who it is. Yet, despite being Super Happy that he’s here and alive... she makes a bet with Shang Qinghua on who he’ll discover first and/or if she’s going to have to tell him / intervene early for his sake. So, she doesn’t say anything. For A While. pretty much til she can’t stand his silliness anymore. >u<;; So uh. She loses that bet & is forced to tell Shang Qinghua some very embarrassing things about her brother. Which isn’t even really a loss for her, but it does satisfy Airplane (who is delighted to know exactly how much Cucumber-bro liked LBH, among other things)

#SVSSS #Shen Mei AU #Shang Qinghua #Luo Binghe #Shen Qingqiu #If a minor character doesn't have an official characterization #then homemade is fine

[epickiya722]

As dark as a story JJK can get, I love there are moments that are funny, some being moments that when you actually think about it, it's funny. Sometimes it would be something so outrageous that you have to laugh.

The MC was already a powerhouse before the plot really kicks off. He is known to be such a powerhouse that some people believed he's the reincarnation of Mirko Cro Cop... WHO IS STILL ALIVE. That is a real person, folks!

The funniest thing Yuji be doing in fights for me is chucking things at people and curses. He has thrown cars, signs, etc.

Sukuna's introduction. This guy is known as the King of Curses and yet, Yuji is the first person of the story to actually humiliate him. He sasses him. "It's my body!" A 15-year-old sasses the King of Curses and even after he learns who he is really, Yuji is not intimidated by him in the slightest. At best, Sukuna annoys him.

Sukuna's outfit of choice in his soul room is a kimono with a bow tied in the back. He's a fashion icon, for real.

Nanami is the one who envisions the Gojo "I'll murder you" scene. He's responsible for that.

Jujutsu Kaisen has became known for jumping. A rather smart decision to do when facing a strong opponent. Like, jump that fool!

Speaking of jumping, Mahito has became a meme. Him getting jumped is pretty much why he set out to kill Yuji and Nanami, when you think about it.

Megumi had to take tame his shikigami to control them, except for the Divine Dogs. That means he had to tame frogs, a horde of rabbits and a damn elephant.

Nobara's weapon of choice? Hammer and nails. She's building houses out of curses with some voodoo thrown in there.

Shoko got her doctor's license by cheating. But she's still good at her job.

Gojo's forehead flicks are strong enough to send someone to Shoko.

Sukuna, during the Fearsome Womb Arc, actually waited for Yuji to switch back with him instead of immediately causing some havoc. The King of Curses, evil incarnate, waited.

One of the upperclassmen is a damn panda that's not really a panda.

Because Inumaki speaks in rice-ball ingredients, conversations with him will be funny.

Geto has an arsenal of squid curses. Where did they come from?!

Geto became a cult leader at 17. The biggest question I have is where the hell did a teenager get monk robes from?!

He was also called mommy by a worm curse. Was that foreshadowing? I don't know!

To think, later, his body is put in a nurse outfit. With lipstick and nails done, too.

Toji really had beef with kids. (Teen Gojo and Geto.) Dude even forgot his own kid's name. And it's probably the most ironic name of the series. MEGUMI'S NAME MEANS "BLESSING".

Yaga looks tough and he is, but this man has a weakness for cute things. Bro makes cute, creepy cursed dolls... I think we should hype Yaga up more.

Toji actually got in a fight with Red Lobster and Miruko's (BNHA) cousins.

Jogo got to live every fan's dream of being close to Gojo and Sukuna. He also got in Choso's face and touched Nanami.

Tengen's gender is "granny" apparently. They're so real for that.

Sukuna's right hand is Uraume and the reason being because they can cook.

Yuji is a fan of Jennifer Lawrence and will introduce himself as such.

Todo really beat Megumi's ass because his type are kind people. And when he was getting his ass beat, Megumi was gonna summon Mahoraga.

When Megumi finally does summon Mahoraga... it's against Haruta, of all fucking people.

Haruta tells Megumi "Fuck you" for that.

Nanako's technique is literally taking pictures. With her cell phone. I know for a fact she runs out of storage fast.

MAPPA be devious with the openings. "Oh, that character died? They're staying in the opening." "Oh, a city was destroyed? Here's a reminder during this fire ass song."

Choso and Todo's "false memories" of Yuji. That is all.

Choso's choice of hairstyle? High spiky ponytails. And it's iconic!

If you pay attention to the Sukuna vs. Mahoraga fight, you can see that Sukuna chucks a piece of the airplane at Mahoraga.

Before the fight really gets crazy, Sukuna comes out of a building with popcorn and soda. Mind you, the district was probably closed and evacuated.

Why did Megumi react like that towards Ozawa? "Oh, it's like that?!"

In dub, Nobara calls Mahito a "bitch".

Panda wants to punch a zebra one day.

Kenjaku is a dad and a mom.

Can't believe Gojo and Geto broke up in front of the KFC.

There's a guy who wears a costume that has him half nude. And he's funny.

Look, there's a lot of things.

#just kiya's thoughts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk manga spoilers #jjk spoilers

[rhoorl]

Working Title - Chapter 4

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+

Word Count: 5.8k

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Chapter 4 on AO3

Chapter Summary: Belle reunites with Indy. Lots of best friend energy in this chapter and inner monologuing going on. Don’t want to say anything else here to avoid spoilers!

Warnings: This chapter has some swearing and allusions to smut. Also, some body image talk.

BELLE: Just made it to the gate, waiting to board! See you soon 😘

It was going to be a long day with three different plane rides. Your first leg was from Orlando to Houston. Then you had to hustle to get onto your flight to Honolulu. Rhys managed to work some magic and get you upgraded to first class, which made your sprint worth it. You definitely took advantage and enjoyed a couple of glasses of champagne as you lounged and caught up on whatever franchise of Real Housewives was on. Before you knew it, it was time to board your final leg. You were headed for the island of Kauai, the Garden Isle. It was a short flight and when you landed, you turned your phone off of airplane mode seeing a flurry of notifications, mostly from Indy.

INDY: Can’t wait to see you!

INDY: It is so fucking nice here. Wait until you see our room! 😆🌴

INDY: Why aren’t you respondinggggg 👀

INDY: Oh duh, you are flying. You’re probably somewhere in the Pacific right now…

INDY: Don’t worry about grabbing any groceries on your way in, we got a huge welcome basket in the room! 

INDY: Ooo I forgot to tell you, Ari is going to pick you up from the airport! 

Ari was Indy’s assigned personal assistant for the shoot. You had FaceTimed with her earlier in the week and thought she was cool. She was younger than you both but eager to help however she could. It was her first big shoot as well, and you could tell she was nervous but up for the challenge.

BELLE: Just landed! And thanks for the head’s up about Ari.

BELLE: Also, I am borderline hangry…just thought you should know.

INDY: Don’t worry boo, I got you! 

You made it through the small airport and headed to one of the two baggage claim carousels. In the crowd, you saw Ari holding a sign with your name on it. She saw you and smiled and you gave a little wave as you walked up to her.

“Hey Ari, so nice to meet you in person!” you said, going in for a hug.

“Hey! It’s awesome to meet you too!”

“So, whose idea was the sign,” you smirked pointing to her little homemade sign.

Looking down and a little embarrassed she sighs and says, “Indy.”

“I knew it!” You laughed.

Just then the suitcases started coming out, so you headed over to watch the endless parade of black suitcases. As obnoxious as your bright pink suitcases were, there was no denying that they would never get mistaken for someone else’s. Once you collected your bags, you and Ari head over to the rental car.

The two of you make small talk on your way over to the resort. You couldn’t believe you were finally here; Hawaii had been a dream destination for you, specifically this island, Kauai. Being a big movie fan, you couldn’t believe you were in the same place where they filmed your favorite movie Jurassic Park and other movies like Raiders of the Lost Ark. 

The drive to the resort was amazing. You could see the ocean for most of the trip from the passenger side window. Plus, the sun was starting to set and it was absolutely breathtaking. Eventually, you turn down a palm tree-lined road toward the resort. You had never seen anything this exquisite before. As you pulled up to the porte cochere, you fixated on the colorful tropical flower arrangements adorning the entrance. You step out of the car and are greeted by a couple of valets who are eager to help you with your bags. Before you can even turn around, you hear the squealing.

“Beeeeellle!! Eeeek!” Indy bounded towards you and gave you a big bear hug. It has been weeks since you had seen your best friend in person. “Wait until you see our room, holy shit it is so nice!!”

Another thing Rhys set up - he managed to snag a two-bedroom Presidential suite with a stunning view for you both to share. 

The two of you lock arms and head through the lobby headed towards the elevators, Ari trailing behind giving you space to catch up. You enter the elevator and Indy swipes her key and clicks the button to the top floor. When you arrive, you realize your suite is one of only a few on the floor. The hallway had marble floors and was lined with black and white photos of vistas from around the island.

You reach your door and Indy inserts her card. Hearing the click of the lock, she opens the door to your spacious suite. Honestly, suite wasn’t the right word. This was bigger than your last two apartments combined. 

In awe of the space around you, all you could muster was a “Holy shit.” As you walk in you fixate on the huge sliding glass doors leading out to your wrap-around balcony. Your view? The beach. An unobstructed view of the beach. You were making a beeline to the balcony before you were sidetracked by your fully appointed kitchen. 

“Are they serious with this kitchen?!” you gushed, scanning the cabinets and appliances before stopping on the welcome basket and bouquet of flowers on the kitchen island. 

Noticing you looking at the welcome basket, Indy starts to pull out some of the items. “Oh, the resort and production set this up. There are so many goodies in here. There’s candy, some snacks, fruit, and some local products too.”

“That is so nice! There's so much stuff in here,” you said taking stock of what you wanted to claim.

“Let’s go check out your room,” Indy takes off skipping down the hallway. “This one is yours!” 

When you arrive at your room, you are greeted by a King mattress and another set of glass sliding doors leading out to the same balcony. 

“Oh, I cannot wait to have coffee out there and listen to the waves in the morning.”

“Right? Like how beautiful is this,” Indy beamed. “You have to check out the bathroom!”

You walk over to your ensuite bathroom and the first thing you noticed was the tub, followed by what was quite possibly the largest shower you’ve ever seen in your life; large enough to boast two rainfall shower heads and a bench on each side. 

“So, what do you think?” 

You were so overwhelmed by it all. From the long travel day, the fact you were in a place you’ve always dreamed of, and seeing your best friend. You could feel the tears starting to well up. You couldn’t believe that this was going to be your life for the next few months.

“I fucking love it Ind. I’m at a loss of words,” you go in for a hug, squeezing her.

After a few beats, you both let go of your embrace.

“So, I know you are probably tired, but I was thinking we could order some room service and veg out a little and then get to bed,” Indy said as you both walked back out toward the living room.

Ari heard you both coming and rounded the corner from the kitchen where she had popped open a bottle of water.

“You both have a busy day tomorrow,” she chimed in. “Indy, you have a couple of meetings in the morning. And Belle, sorry, can I call you Belle?” she asked, a little embarrassed that she assumed she could call you by your nickname.

Nodding and giving her a smile you say, “Of course you can!”

“Sweet. Ok, cool. So, Belle, Meredith said she was going to connect with you sometime tomorrow morning as well to show you the space and get some things set up.”

Meredith had texted you about this earlier in the week, so you weren’t caught by surprise. You were so excited to finally get started instead of pouring over plans and what products to order.

“Oh and then tomorrow afternoon we are headed over to Mitch’s house.”

Mitch was one of the producers who was renting a house for the duration of the shoot. By all accounts, it was one of the largest houses on the island.  

“What’s the dress code for that?” you asked.

“It’s totally casual. He has a pool too, so if you want to bring a swimsuit that’s cool.”

“Yeah, that would be a no from me,” you laughed.

You could feel Indy’s side-eye. You had battled with body image issues your whole life, picking up on small things your mom used to say about her own body. You internalized all of her negative self-talk, repeating the cycle of behavior she picked up from her mother. It also didn’t help that your best friend was a part-time supermodel, part-time Disney princess, and full-time knockout. 

But, with Carla’s help you managed to work through it and get to a lot healthier of a place. That was, until Ryan. He broke down all of the progress you had made within a matter of months. Shattering any semblance of self-esteem and self-worth. It scared you sometimes how engrained into your very being some of your behavior and thinking had gotten. Indy tried her hardest to make you see yourself the way she saw you but knew you needed to see it for yourself. 

So, the notion of being in a swimsuit in front of a bunch of strangers was your definition of torture. You were so tired that you didn’t want to get into it with Indy and she could sense it.

“We’ll deal with our wardrobe tomorrow. Ari, I think we are good for tonight. I’ll just order us some food. Thanks for everything today, go get some rest.”

“Yea Ari, thanks for picking me up and driving me,” you smiled.

“Oh no worries, happy to help!” she said as she gathered her purse and phone. “Have a great night, ladies!”

“You too,” you both said in unison. 

“Home sweet home,” Dieter said to himself as he walked through the door of his suite. Liz gave him the option of staying at the resort or getting his own place off-property, but he decided to stay at the resort. Besides having the amenities of the resort at his disposal, he also didn’t hate that there would be housekeeping and a restocked mini fridge.

He made his way through the entryway and saw the giant glass sliding doors before him. By the time he got to the resort it was late, so he didn’t bother heading out on the balcony. I’m having my coffee out there tomorrow.

Despite having a direct flight, he was tired. Sitting in a seat for that many hours did a number on his back and all he wanted to do was stretch out in his bed, eat some room service, and watch a movie. 

He also needed to recharge so he could be on his A-game tomorrow. For as gregarious and outgoing as he was, he also needed his alone time. In situations like tomorrow’s party, he felt like he had to be “on” the whole time, playing up the charismatic side of his personality people had grown to love. But, if he was honest, it got to be pretty exhausting. He couldn’t wait until he was in front of the camera and could escape into his character.

Flying to Hawaii from the East Coast meant you were up at an ungodly hour because your body was still on Eastern Time. Your bed was so comfortable, that you were able to roll over and squeak out a couple of extra hours of sleep - you knew you would need it.

Around 5 a.m., the sun was starting to creep up the horizon, so you decided to get up. You were in your sleep shorts and a tank top, your hair in a messy bun with your glasses on. 

You padded over to the kitchen barefoot to make yourself some coffee. While it brewed, you looked through a basket of goodies the resort had left for you both. Enjoying your coffee with a little sweet treat was on your list of self-care habits. You noticed a package of cookies, which looked to be from a local company. Ooo macadamia nut, I bet that’s delicious. With your cookies and coffee cup in tow, you head out to the balcony excited to curl up, enjoy the sound of the waves and bask in the calm before the craziness began. You didn’t realize how heavy the sliding door was, so you put the cup down so you don’t spill any of your precious caffeine. You had to put your whole might into getting this damn thing open, hoping you didn’t wake Indy with your racket. 

Dieter rolled over and checked his alarm clock. Hmm, five, not too bad. He wasn’t the best sleeper, so he was used to early mornings. Caffeine helped.

Coffee. I need coffee.

He gets himself out of bed, not bothering with a shirt. His basketball shorts low on his hips as he runs his hand through his hard, sporting quite the bed head.

He made his way over to the kitchen and prepared a cup, going through the basket of goodies the hotel left for him. He ate the Kit-Kat last night and made a note to tell his PA to get him some more. He grabbed a package of cookies. Hmm, guava flavored, that’s interesting.

Grabbing his cup, he heads out to the balcony. Just like when he’s back home, he couldn’t wait to sit outside and listen to the water, the sound of waves crashing was so calming to him. Sitting down on one of the loungers, he closes his eyes. After a few moments, he hears a bit of a racket coming from his left. He leans forward, looking to see what was going on. Whoever is in the suite next to him was struggling to open up their sliding door.

Damn, this door is heavy. It took a bit of effort, but you were finally able to open the sliding glass door. You headed outside, breathing in the tropical air and hearing the soothing sounds of the ocean. Before you can turn around to go pick up your coffee cup, you hear someone clear their throat. Startled you turn around and are greeted by what you think is a mirage.

Am I still asleep? This has to be a dream right. Your brain was struggling to compute the vision in front of you but you could feel your mouth hanging open. You’re surprised isn’t on the floor out of shock.

On the balcony of the room next to yours was a half-naked Dieter Bravo standing looking at you. You were trying to look everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Holy shit. Wait, he’s in the room NEXT to us?! Why is he out here so early? What do I do? You wanted to run back inside and hide under the covers of your bed. But you also could not pass up the opportunity to take in the image before you.

Maybe it’s because of your profession, but you clocked his ruffled curls first. His hair was a little longer than the last time you saw him. He has a beautiful curl pattern to his hair. Gosh, I wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through it. Then, you noticed he was wearing the black-rimmed glasses you had seen him wear in interviews. His glasses are so cute. His beard was a little patchy, some grays peeking through which was adorable and hot at the same time. Gosh, he’s aged like a fine wine.

Next, your eyes move down to his exposed torso. Goddamn, I’ve never realized how fucking broad his shoulders are. Also, has he been working out? Keep it together, keep it together. You couldn’t bring yourself to look any further down his body because your mind may have exploded. In reality, all of this took about three seconds, but you realize that you were probably gawking at him.

“Um, hi,” he said, his voice still raspy with sleep. He raised his hand and gave you a little wave. “I, uh- I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Suddenly realizing what you were wearing, you cross your arms in front of your chest. You weren’t wearing a bra and you didn’t trust the way your body was reacting.

“Ah, no y- you didn’t startle me. Well, yeah, yeah you did,” you laugh. “I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up at this hour. Sorry for the commotion getting out here. That door is fucking heavy.”

He laughs, looking down and rubbing the back of his neck with his right arm. Sir, are you serious with those arms?!

“Well, here we are,” he smiled, his dimples showing. Ugh, his dimples are so fucking adorable.

“So, I didn’t get to introduce myself last time, but I’m Dieter,” he says bringing his hand to his chest. 

He remembers me? 

You give him your name and he repeats it back, “Nice to meet you.” There are those damn dimples again.

“So, um - what flavor did you get,” he points towards the package of cookies you were holding with a vice grip.

“What?” Looking down at where he was pointing and realizing what he said. “Oh,” you look down. “Um, I got macadamia nut.” You look back at him, noticing he had a package of cookies in his left hand. “Wh-what about you?”

It takes him a moment to react, you wondered if what you said even sounded coherent.

“Oh… Yea... Ah, let’s see,” he said looking down. “I got guava. I’ve never had a guava-flavored cookie before,” he laughed.

“Neither have I.”

“Do you want to swap? I get a taste of yours and you get a taste of mine?” 

You know what he meant and the comment wasn’t remotely sexual, but you still felt yourself blushing a bit and the rest of your body was also reacting.

“Um, yea, sure,” you said as you opened your package of cookies and started walking towards the end of your balcony. You leaned over the edge and he covered the rest of the distance with his long arms. Your fingers briefly brushed against each other as you made your trade and you experience what felt like a pulse of electricity go through your entire body. “Thanks,” you smiled.

“Don’t thank me yet, you may hate this flavor,” he chuckled.

Neither of you move from where you were, feet feeling like they were rooted in the ground by some magnetic pull. 

“I, uh. I don’t want to interrupt what you had going on, but do you want to do the taste test now?” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

Is he nervous? Or am I the one being weird and he doesn’t know how to get out of this situation? Stop it. If he wanted to leave he would.

“Um, yea sure. I didn’t have anything going on, by the way,” you gave him a shy smile. “I just wanted to come out here and hear the ocean.”

“Isn’t that like the best fucking sound?” You noticed a glint of excitement in his eyes.

“Yea, it’s so relaxing. Plus, with this view how could you go wrong, right?”

“You got that right.” There he was looking at you again. “Um ok, which flavor should we start out with first?”

“Well, we both seem a bit intrigued with the guava, so … that one?” you smirked. “That way if we don’t like it, we at least have the macadamia nut cookie as a chaser.”

“I like your style,” he winks at you. Fuuuuck. You could feel yourself melting. “Ok, on three we take a bite?” he asks as you nod. “Ok, one … two… three.” 

You both take a bite and avert your eyes a bit because you just had to check in with yourself again to make sure you weren’t dreaming this whole thing. You felt the crispy texture of the cookie on your tongue, followed by the slightest hint of guava.

“Hmm,” you said. 

“Do you hate it?”

“No! It’s just not what I thought it would be like, but that’s not necessarily bad.”

“Yea, agreed. It’s not a super strong flavor, but it’s good,” he said, giving you a smile. “Let’s try the macadamia nut one now!” 

He seemed to be so genuinely excited … over a cookie. This man is gorgeous and adorable. And fuck, he still isn’t wearing a shirt.

“Ok, let’s do it!”

You both repeated the same countdown and took a bite. The next flavor was amazing - it reminded you a bit of a shortbread cookie, which was one of your favorites. Without even thinking of where you were and who you were with, you closed your eyes and gave a little moan as you savored the cookie. And then you hear him clear his throat. Shit. What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re making it awkward. You didn’t want to make eye contact, but it was like a magnet drawing you back. You see him smirking at you. Again with the dimples!

“So, I’d venture to say you liked that one more?” his tone a little lower.

“Ah, ha, yea. Sorry, didn’t mean to make it weird,” you laughed, looking down.

“Oh no, you didn’t make it awkward! I’m glad we saved that one for last.”

Just then, you hear the door sliding behind you.

“I knew I’d find you out he-” Indy stopped dead in her tracks, looking at you both. You turn around, your eyes bugging out as if to say please don’t embarrass me, but also please help me. “...here. Oh. Oh, hey Dieter!” she called over to him giving him an enthusiastic wave before snapping her eyes over to you.

“Hey, Indy. Good morning.”

“I see you have met Belle … again,” she winks at you. 

“Belle?” You had told him your real name.

“Oh, sorry that’s what I call her since we were like, what B, six years old?” she said laughing. 

“Ha, something like that.”

“So, what should I call you then?” he asks, looking at you.

“Whatever you want!” Indy chimes in.

You snap your head around giving her a death glare and she smiles wide, knowing you’re pissed. She is living for the awkwardness of it all.

Dieter laughs, picking up on the best friend energy. “If it’s ok with you, I rather like Belle.”

“Oh, ah, yea that’s fine with me,” you smile at him. Is he flirting with me? It’s been so long, I can’t even tell. He’s probably just being nice, right?

“Well, Belle… Indy …” he looks over to her and gives a nod. “I’ll let you ladies get to your coffee, yours is probably cold at this point Belle,” he motions down to the mug you abandoned only minutes ago. “Are you ladies going to Mitch’s party tonight?” he asks looking directly at you.

“Yea, looking forward to it.”

“Well, now I am too,” he winks before turning on his heel and going back into his room.

“Bye Dieter,” Indy calls after him. With his back to you both he sticks a hand up in the air and waves.

As he slides the door shut he glances over to you, where you were still stuck looking at him. He gives you a smile and then walks away. You wait a beat before turning around to your shit-eating-grin-sporting best friend.

“Don’t. Can you please wait until we are inside,” you say quickly collecting your cup and rushing inside.

She is on your heels, quickly closing the sliding door. You both collapse on the couch.

“Holy fucking shit.”

“Yea, holy fucking shit. I can’t believe that happened.”

“How long had you been out there? Please start from the absolute beginning. Like from the moment you woke up and don’t leave anything out.”

You recount your morning so far, not sparing any details.

“So how are you doing?” she motions down to your shorts.

“Jesus Christ, Indy!” you playfully slap her shoulder.

“What? Dieter fucking Bravo was standing out on his balcony in just basketball shorts, flirting with you and you don’t expect me to ask how she’s doing?”

“Ok, please don’t refer to my vagina in the third person,” you say as she rolls her eyes. You stop and look at her sideways and smirk “But I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t pretty fucking excited!” you giggled. 

“I knew it!” she grabs a pillow throwing it at you. 

“Ugh, Ind. How is he so insanely hot at 5 in the morning?”

“Ok, so we definitely need to collab on what you’re wearing tonight.”

“Can I please have a moment to decompress from what just happened?”

And just then you hear a knock at your door. It was Ari coming to check in on Indy. “Well, can you wait to ‘decompress’ until I leave?” she said as she walked over to the door to let Ari in.

“Oh my god…” you whined, burying your face in the pillow she just threw at you.

“What happened to her?” Ari asks Indy as they walk into the living room.

“She hasn’t had her coffee yet,” she winks at you.

“Oh, I can get you some coffee, Belle. How do you take it?”

“No, Ari, you don’t have to worry about me. There’s a coffee shop downstairs, I’ll go there.”

“Alright, suit yourself,” she said as she pulled some scripts out from her bag and arranged them on the dining table for Indy.

“Ok, I’m going to go get dressed and get a workout in before the meetings start,” she says to Ari. “B, I’ll see you later. I expect you to be fully decompressed,” she winks.

You get up from the couch, walk back to your room, raise your arm in the air, and give her the finger. 

You collapse on your bed, smiling like an idiot and thinking about what just transpired.

Holy shit. Did he say he was looking forward to tonight? With that, you snap up and frantically start to unpack, laying out options on your bed. While unpacking, you came across your trusty vibrator. You debate what to do, knowing it really wouldn’t take long based on your morning so far. Going to switch it on, you realized the batteries died. 

“Ugh,” you whined, collapsing back on your bed. Reminder to self to grab batteries when I go to the store. Frustrated, you grab your phone to check the time and do some mental math to figure out if you had time to take care of yourself before showering, getting ready, and heading down to meet Meredith. 

Just then, you feel your phone buzz and it’s a text from Meredith.

MEREDITH: Good morning sunshine! Hope your flight in was good. Our deliveries just got in … I’m going to head down but could you meet me a little earlier than we planned?

BELLE: Hey! The jet lag is kicking my ass and I’ve been up for a while, so I can definitely be down soon.

Ugh. 

You rush through getting ready so you could get out of your room. 

Holy fucking shit. Seeing her in what she probably had worn to sleep made Dieter’s brain stop working. He was pretty pleased with himself with the whole cookie thing, but the longer he stared at her, the more he felt himself getting excited. He didn’t want to stare, but every so often he’d catch of glimpse of her nipples hard underneath the thin material of her tank top. He had been half-hard for most of the conversation, hoping she hadn’t noticed and thankful that the balcony somewhat obscured his lower half.   

As he walked inside, his mind was racing, going over the last few minutes. How could someone look that beautiful so early in the morning? 

Now in the comfort and safety of his suite and walking back into his room he was fully hard and ready to go. Debating what to do, Dieter made his way to his bathroom to take a shower, figuring he could just take care of himself there and clear his mind. But, part of him felt a little guilty, like it was invasive almost, to jack off to what amounted to a five-minute interaction with her. 

As he was grabbing some clothes and starting the water, he heard his phone buzz. Great fucking timing Lizzie.

“What?”

“Well, aren’t you in a lovely mood this morning? Usually, people start off with a ‘hi’ or ‘How’s it going’ or ‘Hey thanks for setting me up in a kickass suite you are the best agent ever.”

Rolling his eyes, Dieter tries to cool his annoyance and manages a “Hi Lizzie. How’s it going?”

“That’s better! Well, I’m good, busy day so far. Calling to let you know that I’m going to be there day after next. I got you booked for an interview.”

“An interview? With who?” he can tell this isn’t going to be a quick conversation.

“A local magazine in the islands. They are excited about the show filming and want to talk with you and Mitch, and get a few shots of you too.”

“Why me? I’m not one of the leads. Shouldn’t that be Indy or Sam?”

“True, but neither of them is an Oscar-winning actor, Dee.”

“Lizzie, can we talk about this later. I’m kind of busy.”

“Have you met your neighbors yet?” he could hear her smirking.

“Wha-what?”

“Your neighbors? Indy and her friend are next door to you. Have you seen them yet?”

“I. Uh, how do you know that?”

“Well, I take it you did!”

Dieter felt like he was in the twilight zone. It was still super early, he was groggy, horny, flustered, and confused.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Try and have some fun tonight at Mitch’s.”

“Yea, ok Liz. I have to go.”

How did she know whose room I was next to? 

The rest of your day was honestly a blur. Between unpacking and setting up the hair and makeup trailers and meeting the rest of the stylists, it was fun and a little exhausting. Although you all weren’t shooting tomorrow, there was still going to be a lot of prep work to get done while the cast did a read-through of the first episode. Meredith wanted everything in order for when shooting started in a couple of days.

After lunch, you glanced at your phone and rolled your eyes at the text from Indy.

INDY: Soooo …. Feeling better? 😉

BELLE: 🪫I need to buy batteries. 😿

INDY: Don’t you have hands? Two of them? Or a showerhead? Or fruit? I could go on…

BELLE: 🙄 

INDY: Well, if it makes you feel any better it looks like Dieter is a bit on edge too.

BELLE: Oh stop it, that has nothing to do with me.

INDY: Maybe, maybe not 🤷‍♀️

BELLE: Ok byeeee! What time do you think you’ll be back to the room?

INDY: Shouldn’t be much longer. Please have several options ready and waiting for me when I arrive!

You get through the rest of your packing and then the Assistant Director takes the crew on a walk-through of the rest of the set. Most of the filming was taking place nearby or at the resort, so production made the decision to have the home base be the resort. Everyone was excited about the party later in the night, so you all broke early to give everyone time to change.

You had only been in the room for a few minutes before you hear the click of the lock and Indy bounded in.

“Ok, let’s figure this shit out … we have work to do!” she made a beeline for your bedroom, smiling ear to ear.

You have to admit that you were excited. The prospect of dressing up for someone made you giddy, but there was a nagging voice in the back of your head. What if you misread it. He wasn’t flirting with you, he was just being nice. There’s going to be hotter girls there, so he won’t even notice you.

“Get out of your head,” Indy said as she walked around your bed quietly inventorying your selections. “Well, I don’t see any swimsuit options, but that’s fine,” she sighs. “Well, I like one of these two.” She grabs a pair of shorts you had paired with a flowy tank. The other option was a long, flowy dress - the top was black and the skirt was a beautiful tropical print. “Do you want to know which one I’d pick and then the one I know you’re going to go with?” She’s a fucking mind reader.

Without giving you a chance to rebut, she answers for you. “If it were me and I were you, I would choose the shorts.” You roll your eyes. “You have a great ass and it looks amazing in these sorts.” She’s not wrong, it was one of your go-tos because you liked how it looked, a rarity for things in your closet. “But, because you are you, I know you are picking the dress.” Well, yea, it covers more of my body. “You realize that he already saw you in your little tank and shorts this morning, right?”

“Ok, but I’m not dressing just for him, there are other people there too and I want to look nice.”

“Whatever you say,” she smirks, lifting her hands in the air sarcastically. 

“How are you going to do your hair?”

“I’m thinking down with some beachy waves.” A signature of yours if your hair wasn’t up.

“Ok, I love that.”

“And simple makeup, it’s so freaking hot outside still.”

“Good!”

“What are you wearing? Is Sam going to be excited to see you?” you tease.

Whenever Indy had a crush on someone she would talk about them non-stop, but with Sam it was different. You knew she was into him, but it was almost as if she didn’t want you to know how into him she was. Despite that, you still noticed whenever she would slip up and mention him, with a wistful look in her eyes.

“Well …if you must know, I’m thinking swimsuit with my black coverup.”

“Which suit, green or blue?” The green was the more risque of the two, but the blue one looked phenomenal on her.

“Blue,” she blushes.

“Indy! Are you blushing?! What the fuck!” you skip over to her, shaking her shoulders. 

Her smile could not get any wider. “Ok, let’s get ready and head out!” 

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A/N: We are in Hawaii friends! So the island they are on is actually pretty special to me, I've been to it several times and it's literally my favorite place on earth. So this is my letter love letter to it. Thank you for reading. Seriously, every comment, reblog, and like just makes my day. This has been so fun to do.

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[kajaono]

Why MCQ is wrong when he says that Ilsa and Ethan would be boring as a love couple

Ilsa and Ethan, Rita Vrataski and Bill Cage. MCQ has a thing for couples who love each other but can be never together. And what happens after the movie ends is up to the viewer. That is of course perfectly fine and I actually also like it. Its kinda thrilling

And he wrote those couples so perfectly and nuanced. This is why I was so surprised to see how boring and bleak the love relationship was in Top Gun Maverick.

NOW knowing that he thinks established love relationships in action movies are boring, explains A LOT.

But I think in his whole „love couples in action movies are boring“ attitude he overlook something really important. The problem starts with Ilsa and Ethan being not a „one movie - will they/won't they“-couple. They have an established relationship over the course of three movies. They might have started as yet another one of MCQs "They can't be together“-couples but they devloped a dynamic. They proved that they work together really well. Not only as a romantic couple but also as indivual characters.

Especially the finale scene in MI6 showed how well Ilsa and Ethan can work together as an agent couple (without „omg, pleas keep save *sobbing* don’t hurt yourself *good boys kiss* ) but as real professionals and then switching to a tender love couple once the danger is over. And I think fans wanted that and nothing more for Ilsa and Ethan. No one wanted to see them going on dates, because eventually we are still here for Tom Cruise jumping out of airplanes because Benji is asking him to. What fans expected to get in Mi7 was a: Tender opening scene with Ethan and Ilsa (we kinda got that with the desert hug), then fighting together, maybe holding hands once (we also got that) then action - action - one anxious long and a nod - action - action - action - kiss - the end. Nothing more. Like The Old Guard f.e.

And I think that is the most confusing thing about this whole situation. There are AMAZING action movies out there with a romantic lead couple. The old Guard, ant man 2 (who are also aiming at an more adults viewers) and dare I to say, even Vampire Academy, the tv show? which yes, has a lot of love drama but it honestly boils down to: how can we be guardians, who put the mission above everything and love each other at the same time?“ and they find a solution. There is this beautiful scene in the final fight where Rose tells Dimitri to run, he shortly struggles, stands stills, looks at her, anxious, and then runs away. And we didn’t asked for more for Ethan and Ilsa

That MCQ appearently thinks Action love couples are boring tells us a lot how he views fictional love in general

Also, the moment where he decided he didn’t wanted to write a boring love relationship, the woman had to die. Not the man, the woman.. which …. Yeah they can not replace Tom Cruise… (yet) but either the woman dies first to give a man character motivation or is left as a mourning widow. Nothing else… wow, groundbreaking. We really haven’t moved a bit in female representation huh?

#Ilsa Faust #Ethan x Ilsa #mission impossible #mi7 #mission impossible dead reckoning

[hypervoxel]

Referencing one of the fics I talked about here, the "this was supposed to be about Redemption. it isn't." Vox-centric rape aftermath one, which will now be going behind a readmore with that description as your warning

I need to talk about this forever but I am not close to publishing anything yet. But I do have a lot of it plotted out (with no ending in sight though, unfortunately).

Vox, at his core, wants to be liked. Where other Overlords lean into the fear their power inspires, Vox softens himself and puts on a friendly smile. He needs public approval. He yearns for their affection, their eyes, their obsession. He made an AI assistant modeled and named after himself on all of their phones/watches/devices.

But Vox still is an Overlord, and you don't get power in Hell without making people hate you.

The Vees have a hold not just on media, but on drugs, real estate, construction, data centers, manufacturing, the entire electrical grid and fiber optic lines, the list goes on and on. Vox's empire touches every corner of their city; no one is free from his influence unless they shun modernity entirely.

It's the drugs that cause an issue this time.

Valentino has been beefing with The Alchemist since that mutt first made a name for himself. His aesthetic was ancient to match the name, but the Alchemist is a new sinner, some lowlife who thought that because he knew how to make lean in life, he could make a name for himself here and branch out into all sorts of new, hellish drugs. Thing is, addicts are the easiest soul contract you'll ever make. Promise to supply their addiction, and as long as you can, you'll collect souls as quickly as you can make Deals. The Alchemist getting to new Sinners before the Vees get a chance to becomes a problem.

Valentino has plenty of enforcers to take care of uppity wannabe Overlords encroaching on their turf though. The problem should be short-lived.

It isn't.

Vox hasn't been paying much attention to it. These things come and go, as gangsters die and Valentino forces them into submission. Val may focus more on his Porn Studio now, but he got his Overlord status through taking out the old families and cartels, the mobs and mafias running Pentagram City, taking over their drug trafficking and brothels. So Vox didn't worry about it. Val might need direction when dealing with his public persona, didn't know when to tone himself down for polite company, but when the situation called for Val's brand of violence? Vox let him handle it.

He realized, after the drinks at his investor meeting led to him collapsing dizzily to the floor, reaching out blindly for the now non-existent electrical grid and realizing that the building's power had been cut off, that he should have paid more attention to who might have it out for The Vees right now, and which investors weren't in Valentino's pocket.

... He escapes eventually. They may have been smart enough to keep him away from electrical wires, but one finally made the mistake of not putting his phone on airplane mode while recording their captive Overlord, and Vox used it as a jump point.

The damage had already been done.

Val is still ranting about his typical inane drama, and Vox wants nothing more than to look at his phone. He can't do that. Not until his algorithm cleans up any mention of. Himself. In compromising situations. It's being posted faster than the bots can take it down, but at least Vox has turned off any direct messages, blocked the usual pings alerting him every time he's mentioned, and filtered emails to only show what is absolutely and immediately necessary for the continued running of VoxTek. Even that decision has also been posted about online, people making fun of him for not being able to handle the backlash. He used to have a language model AI answering comments and DMs, a personal touch for his fans. It had responded to far too many messages about how good he looked in his latest broadcast with the standard thanks and appreciation for their support, before he disabled it. Vox was sure screenshots of those responses were also still going around.

The Vee's retribution on the other Overlord is to torture him and his inner circle on live video. The Alchemist posted several recordings of Vox's rape online to further humiliate him, so the Vees will pay back like with like, making use of Val's stash of angelic bullets to slowly kill off everyone who touched Vox. Until the Alchemist begs for mercy, tells them he'll give them anything, everything, offering up everything to them, his soul, his territory, all of his Contracts...

Velvette takes the deal. "I'll give you anything," was the phrase they agreed on, "my Contracts, yours. Money, apothecaries, everything, please." They shook on those terms, the Alchemist too out of it at this point to realize that he didn't ask for anything in return for all that he just handed over. Vox shoots him.

His death, his defeat, it doesn't fix anything.

It was supposed to. It was supposed to make everyone stop talking about Vox like he's the new most popular porn star - or at least focus on him when he's in control of the situation. Wasn't that hotter? Filmed professionally by Valentino's best director instead of on a handheld shaking cell phone and. It was supposed to show everyone that you can't mess with The Vees. Wins against them are only temporary. They'll come out on top in the end. But everyone was still talking about old news.

Anyway. Many more thoughts but this is long enough lmao. A huge focus of this multi series wip is how other characters react to it, not just Vox. Like: Valentino has so many issues of his own and he is projecting them onto Vox. Valentino escaped victimhood long ago, and he is no longer the kind of person who can be targeted by abusers or bigots. Vox was his equal. Vox was his.

"Hey! Vox!" There's hands on him and he reels back, but there's nowhere to go. His shoulders are wrenched out of place, arms bound by his own bowtie, nowhere to run. This isn't happening. There's something in his mouth— no there's not?— Bite me and I'll knock out your teeth,* a gruff voice is saying. Vox, they mock, Vox, they ask if he likes hearing his name chanted during. No, Vox! He puts his name on everything, should they brand him with his own logo? Would he like that? He screams when they grab his antenna and wrench his head to the side. "Vox! "You're not listening to me!" Val's expression clears as Vox blinks to awareness. His glare melts into a on of concern. "Are you seriously still thinking about that gangbanger?" Val scoffs. Frowns. Thinks of something with a smile growing across his face. One hand is on Vox's chest, another two on his hips, he guides Vox back, gently. Vox stumbles when he hits the arm of the couch, falling, flailing, landing on his back with an oomf Val crawls over top of him. "Stop thinking about them, Voxxy. You know I can show you a much better time." Vox flinches when Val's hand trails lower onto his thigh, trying to wiggle away for the first time, and Val's brows furrow. "I didn't think you were hurt there," he mutters. "Skin graft," Vox squeaks, breathless. He hated feeling breathless. He didn't even need to breathe.

Velvette, well. She was the person Vox teleported to. He manifested out of her phone and knocked them both to the ground, passing out on top of her. She got the first look at him before any of his technicians were called in to fix things. He came to her. And she can't help but feel responsible for him.

In the video, they fucked him like he was a toy. No, not even that. They treated him with less regard than anyone fucked even a FizzBot. It wasn't a good video. These weren't porn directors. They weren't sex workers who had trained to make this art. It was brutal and it was vulgar and it didn't even look good. Bad angles and shaky camera, but shared tens of thousands of times and the number was still growing. The original had been removed. She made sure of that. But that hadn't stopped its spread, couldn't do anything when people downloaded the video as quickly as they could to reupload it, far too many reposts to track down, especially with Vox still. Offline. She couldn't exactly plug herself into his supercomputer. Velvette was the Social Media Queen. She was the Online Overlord. She was meant to be in charge of The Vees' images online, currating how they presented themselves to that hungry audience. This wasn't supposed to get out of her control. —— But she had posted about Vox in the afteraffects of Val's venom, doped to his gills on the thing she had recreated into Love Potion. She had tagged it for a free promo of her own products. Vox was funny when his tongue was loose and his affection and attention freely given. And Vox thought humanizing himself was important, some twisted idea leftover from life about being "robotic" that dictated his body in the afterlife and left him desperate to be understood as a living, albeit no longer breathing human being. He softened himself to be less of a monster to anyone looking, dressed himself like he wasn't a threat, smiled and laughed and and. It was her idea to capitalize on Val and Vox's relationship. Well, Val was the one who first callously posted about breaking Vox's screen, but it was her idea to turn it into a running joke. It was funny when Val punched Vox and threw things at him and broke his fucking face. It was funny, because unlike bruises and bloody noses, Vox's screen was easily replaceable glass. It broke so easily, anyone who managed to get a lucky hit on him while fighting could no longer feel satisfied by that when Vox's boyfriend did more damage than a rival Overlord could ever manage to. Glass was easy to break. Vox didn't like fighting back, but it was funny, was barely even violence. It meant nothing more than rolled eyes and a swiftly scheduled appointment with a technician to switch out screens. No one was supposed to look at the image she created and come to the conclusion that Vox was easy to subdue. It wasn't supposed to make Vox look weak. It was supposed to make him impossible to hurt, because any damage done was so easy to fix that it was no big deal at all. But. His face was so easy to break. He was so loose limbed and pliant on Love Potion. He might have claws, but he preferred not to use them, hiding behind cameras and screens all day. What the fuck were people supposed to take from that?

Other characters have thoughts too. Alastor isn't online, doesn't know the backstory, but Vox makes his picture shows impossible to miss with displays all over the city. Vox has become unrecognizable. Alastor is disgusted that they used to be acquaintances.

Cherri gleefully sends Angel every vindictive meme about Vox she sees. She wishes it had happened to Valentino instead, but Vox is also profiting off of her bestie's abuse, so he absolutely deserves everything that happened to him and more.

Angel laughed about it at first, but... It doesn't feel right to celebrate anyone's rape. And some of Cherri's comments... Angel has been used to sell this lifestyle to the new talent Valentino wants to make Deals with. He's responsible for ruining so many lives, hanging off Val's arm and telling people how great it is to work for him. And long before that, Angel was involved in the Mafia and, well, like Val himself, they didn't just make money on drugs, did they? Angel wonders if his best friend would be so supportive of him if she knew all this. He wonders of she'd think he deserves his fate too.

Carmilla, like Alastor, is not very online. She hears from her daughters that there's a reason The Vees are doing this, but the girls aren't sharing any details, and don't stay to watch the broadcast Vox has forced onto their TV. She watches The Vees make a Deal with a Sinner and immediately turn around and kill him with one of her weapons. Overlords are meant to protect the Souls that have been entrusted to them. Souls are valuable, the most valuable thing you have to offer anyone. What message is Vox spreading, making mockery of Deals this way, acting like Souls are worthless and can be thrown away. The Vees are just making Sinners less likely to sell themselves to anyone.

Carmilla had scheduled a meeting for fellow Overlords to talk about saving as many Sinners as possible in the upcoming Exterminations. The Vees were meant to attend, but obviously, they are uninterested in keeping the Sinners entrusted to their care alive. She uninvites them. (Vox is still filtering out his emails. He doesn't get this one. The Vees show up anyway.)

Charlie thinks about violence a lot. It's inescapable. She doesn't use her phone much, but she learns what happened to Vox and nearly cries. She makes a post about how violence shouldn't be celebrated and wishes Vox well in his recovery. Days later, she watches Vox take over the television and the three Vees torture the people who tortured him, and she thinks about what will happen when she has the opportunity to reach out to two Sinners who hurt each other. She wants to think they can all be redeemed, that her hotel should be open to anyone. She watches the screen through her fingers, unable to look away as Vox kills the Sinner on his knees before him, cackling. She watches The Vees kiss each other over the dead body, tender and loving, the broadcast ending as Vox rests his screen against Velvette's hair and Valentino wraps all of his arms around the two. And she thinks about forgiveness, and she wonders what she would do if someone hurt Vaggie.

#Stayed Gone battle still happens because Valentino is sick of Vox hiding and goads him into action by telling him about Alastor #“He'd be powerless without the other Vees” hits different this time. everyone already knows this‚ Alastor doesn't need to say it #The Vees are never letting themselves be separated outside of their tower again #(well‚ Valentino isn't as bothered by it as the other two are. but he's not letting them go out alone again) #Velvette is not going out alone tho. she's physically much weaker than Vox. and if someone can do that to Vox... what chance does she have? #she's seen the comments online too. saying she should be next. that her Love Potion has ruined so many people's lives‚ #she should know how it feels #she doesn't drink anything prepared by other people anymore. not after Vox told her how they got to him. #i have so many more Valentino thoughts that didn't get into this post bc i thought it was too long already..................... #it's my blog i can post whatever i want to. i should post about Valentino being so possessive #he's helping Vox!! [proceeds to literally tear open half-healed wounds to fuck Vox so Vox'll stop thinking about other people fucking him] #Val genuinely thinks the solution to being forced to have bad sex is to go and have good sex instead. #Velvette and Val get into many arguments about how to treat Vox and Val's offended that Velvette seems to think Vox is weak #WIP

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Ted Lasso Finale SPOILERS

Ok lots of stuff I really didn't like but I'm gonna put that aside for a minute and talk about the things I did love that I haven't seen a lot of talk about.

Beard's name being Willis. It was so sweet and I loved the acknowledgement of how much Beard and Ted mean to one another.

Jamie dug out the book Ted gave him in season 1 from the trash and has clearly read it a lot because you can tell the book is banged up a bit. (or alternatively he bought his own copy which is equally as sweet and adorable) Also the fact that he keeps his piece of the believe sign as a bookmark I love him.

My biggest ship is Roy Kent x Therapy so real happy about that development. (so much fanfic potential with those scenes, a realization about a certain Mancurian perhaps?)

My mom has been saying since the Amsterdam episode how the camera lingered too long on the Dutch guy's airplane poster and that she bet that was gonna end up being important, and I look forward to the vindication she will receive when she watches the episode.

I hate the reasons why, but Roy Kent told Jamie he's proud of him, so despite the fact that I hate it, I also love it. I'm just gonna take the win.

Dani doing Gretel's part in So Long Farewell is truly inspired.

Nate's Kintsugi with the sign was one of the moments that really got to me, I did love that idea having a meaningful payoff. Also, Nate's a Diamond Dog again!

I love Rebecca selling half the team to the fans, that was really great.

SAM MAKING THE NIGERIAN NATIONAL TEAM WAY TO GO BUDDY!!!!!

Keeley and Rebecca starting a women's team, I would totally watch that spinoff.

We finally saw Sharon and Shannon again!

#ted lasso #Rebecca welton #sam obisanya #roy kent #jamie tartt #Keeley jones #Nathan shelley #wonder kid #ted lasso spoilers