#but he is actually so right. keep going. tell us what you really think
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I’ll cut your f****** balls off!
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Pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader
Prompt: y/n gets mad when Bruce “accidentally” ends up with his face in Natasha’s boobs 🤨
Warnings: cursing, Bruce slander, jealousy, boobies, fight scene, y/n is more than a bit angry, soft/sensitive y/n at the end
A/N: I legit wish I was him. But I was a little too nice to him in Are you mad? So I decided to throw out some hate. Not proofread 😬
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Y/n’s pov
I am watching Natasha pour herself a drink from the couch I’m sitting at with a smile on my face. When I see Bruce creep up to the bar to talk to Natasha.
I squint my eyes at his awkward stance and decide that there’s no harm in listening in on their conversation. So I perk up on my super hearing and zone into their words.
“How’d a nice girl like you end up working at a dump like this?”
“Fella done me wrong”
I furrow my eyebrows at Natasha’s words. I know she doesn’t really know how to handle situations like this other than flirting since she was trained to do that, but it still makes me feel uneasy since we’ve been dating for a while now. I also didn’t think I did anything wrong.
“Got a lousy taste in men kid”
“They’re not so bad”
I hope she’s just joking, but what did I do to wrong her if she’s not? Also why is she not correcting him on my pronouns if she’s talking about me?
“Well they have a temper, deep down they’re all fluff. The fact is they’re not like anybody I’ve ever known.”
A look of confusion falls upon my face when I hear this. I can’t tell if she’s talking about me or Bruce. I want to assume it’s me but the way they’re ogling each other makes me doubt myself. I keep looking at the ground.
They talk a bit more and I keep listening.
“They sound amazing”
“They’re also a huge dork.”
I haven’t actually given them many looks during their conversation in fear that they’ll see me. But I look over at this point and I tilt my head. Then she adds.
“Chicks dig that”
And I’m angry.
Is she really talking about him? Maybe she’s trying to be nice and still doesn’t know how to. Maybe she doesn’t realize she’s flirting hardcore.
I snap out of my thoughts and they are still talking
“Did he- were they- what did they do that was so… wrong to you?”
“Not a damn thing… but never say never”
I huff at her words and I watch as she walks over to me and sits down. She looks at me and I fix my face before she can tell I’m mad.
I’m gonna brush it aside and see if she tells me anything.
“What were you and Bruce talking about?”
I say with the most composed voice I can. She smiles and says
“I was talking about you. I don’t think he knows about us”
She smiles and I smile back and say
“Really? We’ve been dating for what? Six months now? And most everybody has found out.”
She shrugs her shoulders and says
“I think he was thinking of Cho when I was talking. I was like “chicks dig dorks” and he is a dork and I’m sure Cho likes him.”
I take a steady breath and nod my head. I grab Natasha’s drink and take a sip of it
“Hey! that’s mine!”
I give it back and say
“Sorry. I wanted to try it.”
It’s getting to the end of the party everyone is gone except the rest of the avengers and a stray drunk man that probably had some of Thor’s asgardian liquor.
The boys are trying to lift Thor’s hammer and Natasha has moved to my side. I look down at my dress and smooth out some of the wrinkles.
When suddenly this beat up robot comes out and starts talking all this crap. Everyone is on edge and suddenly he says he’s on a mission
“Peace in our time”
And then a bunch of Tony’s robots come flying out. Everyone scatters and I run behind the bar to grab the gun from it when Natasha jumps over and lands on her back
“Nat”
I try to go to her but then Bruce ends up on the bar.
Dumbass
Natasha pulls him off of the bar and he lands right on top of her.
His face is in her boobs and the impact makes Nat let out a loud choked groan. I narrow my eyes at him as he apologizes and she says
“Don’t turn green”
He says
“I won’t” and I grab one of the guns and she grabs the other.
She starts shooting and I wait and she looks at me and I nod my head towards the stairs and she tells Bruce to come with her.
I stay at the bar and wait for an opening to hit the robot.
I shoot it a couple times but this fucking gun doesn’t have as many rounds as Nat’s. So I wait a second and yell at cap to throw my his shield.
He throws it and I grab it doing a spin maneuver and throw it right at the robot slicing it clean in half.
This Ultron dude keeps yapping on and on about peace and whatever until Thor throws his hammer.
I don’t care right now. I am seething with how Bruce thinks he can do that to my girl.
Everyone tries to collect themselves making sure nobody is hurt but I march over to Bruce and Natasha and I start yelling
“You fucking cunt!”
Natasha gets in between us before I can hit him and she says
“Woah woah woah hold on babe what’s going on”
But I ignore her
“You think you can have her?! She’s mine you bitch!”
Everyone is worried about how I’m being kinda crazy so they circle around us and make sure I can’t get to Bruce. And he says
“Did you not just see what happened?! And you’re worried about me liking her?”
I huff and say
“I don’t give a fuck what just happened! You know what just happened?! You shoved your face in my girls tits! That’s what happened!”
He is actually scared of me and Tony is behind him saying
“Don’t turn green please”
For once he keeps his composure and says
“I didn’t mean to! She was pulling me down from getting shot!”
I get angrier and say
“So you’re gonna say it’s an accident? Don’t act like I didn’t hear your conversation earlier! I heard how you want her! If you ever touch her again I’ll cut your fucking balls off! You hear me?!”
Natasha ends up picking me up and carrying me to our room. She tells Tony
“I gotta get her away from him. When she’s calm we’ll come back to help. Just worry about ultron and Bruce.”
He nods his head as they all disperse. Natasha carries me to our room and then plops me down on the ground and says
“What the fuck y/n?! What the hell was that?!”
I look at the ground while my breathing is a bit erratic. I don’t say anything as I avoid eye contact with her.
She realizes I’m shutting down and to combat that she brings me over to the bed and makes me sit down. I look at my hands that are now in my lap and she sits down on my lap and wraps her arms around my neck.
As she plays with my hair she says
“Baby, can you please tell me what’s going on? Why are you so worked up over Bruce?”
I huff and say
“I heard what you said! You were totally talking about him and then he went and shoved his face in your boobs. That’s only my thing to do.”
She sighs and keeps asking knowing there��s more to it.
“Baby, what else?”
I stay silent for a bit and she squeezes my shoulder in reassurance and I crack. I immediately start crying and saying
“Please don’t leave me I love you. I don’t want you to leave me. Please don’t go! I love you!”
She pulls me in and rubs my back. Then she maneuvers us so that I am now straddling her lap.
Usually I act all tough when we’re around others but I am a baby around Natasha. She just brings the soft side out in me.
She rubs my back and shushes my crying and says
“Oh baby, I’m not leaving you. I love you too.”
My sons turn into more silent tears and she pulls me away from her neck. I whine a bit but she clicks her tongue and I quiet up. She makes me look into her eyes and says
“Listen to me okay?”
I nod my head and sniffle
“I am not leaving you for Bruce. I am not leaving you for anyone. I love you so so much and I don’t ever want to leave you okay?”
I nod my head and she continues
“Now that I’ve said that, I want to say that I was not talking about Bruce when I was talking to him. He had come up to me and said how he feels like he can’t talk to girls. He likes Cho, and he asked if he could practice being smooth or whatever with me. So I said yes not knowing you were being hurt by that. If I knew you’d be hurt I would have never done it.”
She pauses and I nod my head so she continues
“So yes I was flirting with him but it was fake and he was just trying to be cool for Cho okay?”
I look down and nod my head then she lifts my head back up by my chin and says
“I’m so sorry. I can see how that got mistranslated from across the room. Will you please forgive me?”
I nod my head and say
“I was never mad at you.”
She smiles and kisses my pout into a smile and when she pulls away I whine a bit in protest. I try to get another kiss but she says
“None of that detka. We have a big matter to handle then we can make out at much as you want okay?”
I nod my head and get up to go downstairs but she grabs my wrist and says
“Let’s get changed”
So she changes into a tank top and shorts and I change into a baggy shirt and shorts. Then Natasha says
“When we go downstairs, you’re gonna apologize to Bruce and then we’re gonna figure this ultron stuff out okay?”
I roll my eyes and nod my head but Natasha doesn’t like when I roll my eyes so she smacks my butt a bit and says
“Don’t roll your eyes at me”
I look down and say
“Sorry. I’ll apologize to Bruce”
She smiles and gives me a peck on the cheek.
We head downstairs and I go into the lab.
“Hey, um Bruce?”
He looks up and immediately is scared and he backs away, so u throw my hands up in surrender and say
“I’m not here to cause any trouble. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I let jealousy overtake me and I got a little scared that Natasha and you liked each other. I didn’t know you like Cho. So I just wanted to apologize and say I’m not gonna cut your balls off”
He chuckles and says
“Uh it’s okay. Thanks for not murdering me”
He scratches the back of his head and I nod and go to leave but I pause and say
“You and Cho would go good together. I also think she likes you back so you should go for her after all this is over.”
He smiles and thanks me and I leave.
I walk into the hallway and Natasha is waiting for me there. I go to her and hug her but instead of a normal hug I shove my face in her boobs.
She laughs at my possessiveness and says
“You good there?”
I nod my head and say
“Mine”
But it is muffled since, of course, my face is literally in her boobs. And she chuckles and pats my head softly before rubbing it and says
“Yes. All yours.”
Once I am satisfied we go into our office and start working to figure out the ultron shit.
I look over at Natasha and say
“I’ll still cut his balls of if he touches you wrong again, or anyone’s for that matter”
She laughs and pats my head before saying
“I’m sure you will baby. I’m sure you will.”
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A/N: I didn’t want to make Bruce the real bad guy. Oh no 😥 I’m going soft. A few years ago I would have never been nice about him. I hope you liked it!
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3:45 am
ryomen sukuna x f!reader
an: I can't find the request, but someone asked for a sukuna version of the 3:45 am chapter of roommate eren! here it is <3
“why do you have such a shit face?”
you look up from your computer to find sukuna lingering by the door – fidgeting with the buttons of his collar and the end of his tie – as he spares you an irritated glance. it’s one that you return right back, before hunching back over the table and focusing back in on the lab report you were writing.
“i’m talking to you.”
sukuna shuffles over to your side, before crouching down till your faces are side by side, the breaths coming out of his nose tickling the bare skin on your shoulder.
“i have such a shit face because i looked at you.” you mumble.
sukuna sucks in a breath, almost like he’s trying hard to conceal his laughter, before he leans closer, leaning his chin on your collarbone. the proximity makes it hard to ignore the sweet smell of his shampoo, which only gets worse when it’s accompanied by the sharp scent of his cologne.
“is that any way…to repay my kindness?” sukuna questions.
you roll your eyes, lightly jolting your shoulder up to get him to stop leaning on you. and he takes the hint just as much, as he draws up the chair at your side and pulls closer to see the molecules that you’re constructing on your computer.
“you know, when you said you were going to do this favor for me, i wasn’t exactly expecting that you were going to hold it over my head this way.”
ryomen sukuna was just an acquaintance – who happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time – and then he wasn’t.
it’s because he has a moral compass. or because really, he feels guilty for not telling you earlier – especially when he’s seen other friends of his in the same position as you. so when he found you down on your luck – getting cheated on by your boyfriend, who you lived with, by your best friend of all people – he offered you the extra room that he had in his apartment.
i’m lots of things, but i’m not a sadist. that’s what he said when you snuck out in the middle of the night, all of your things packed into a box that you subsequently emptied out into the free room that he offered. he had hell to pay from your ex-boyfriend the next day, the two of them jostling it out on the basketball court, before they both got reprimanded by the coach and decided to keep their distance
sukuna isn’t a bad roommate. he isn’t exactly a good roommate per say either. because the sweet kindness that he offered you wore off around the second day and you realized that really – he was one of the most irritating people that’s every walked the surface of this earth.
he brought over girls – tons of them. and when you asked him to keep it down, just so you could get some assignments done or study for an exam, he’d make it a point to bring multiple girls over – just to see the irritated expression on your face.
he’d make up for it of course. because what he lacked in face-forward politeness, he made up for with his quiet gestures. like making you breakfast the morning of said exam – set with a matcha latte that he learned how to make special for you, because you don’t like the taste of coffee. or whenever he found you crying, he’d always let you rant it out – but not without giving you a few insults about how you had no standards here and there.
“i think it’s dumb as fuck that you aren’t going tonight.” sukuna says.
you slam the enter key on your computer.
“your opinion has been noted.” you respond.
“then come.” he grates.
athletes at the university get to attend a formal at the end of each semester. it’s a nice dinner, accompanied with a horrible DJ, and a weird mix of sentimental speeches.
really, it was actually your idea of fun. only because it always felt nice to go to events like this. it was one of the few excuses you had to use the pretty dresses that you had in your closet, actually blow out your hair to make it look nice, and use the pretty glitters that your sister had given you for your birthday last year.
and even more than that, it always felt nice to be shown off. because you’d meet tons of people who had heard all about you – the coach, the athletic trainers – who’d all give you sweet comments about how you were far too good for your boyfriend, who would then make some silly comment about how he never knew how he got you to talk to him in the first place.
sukuna offered to accompany you. and also promised that he’d sneak some kind of contraband in so that the two of you could actually have fun – but it was something you denied. you denied most of the offers that he made that were similar to this, even though he was quite persistent, only because you knew that it wasn’t the right time.
for better lack of words, you felt like a kicked dog. and you needed time to recover – before you could see your old best friends, or your ex-boyfriend, or really anyone outside the three circle rotation of people that you were able to tolerate.
“i won’t have fun. and i don’t want to be a downer on the one night that’s supposed to be for you.” you respond.
“well, you’re always a downer. so it won’t exactly make a difference.” sukuna responds.
“thanks. that really makes me feel better, sukuna.”
“i live to serve.” he responds, before bracing his hands against the table and pushing off.
he spares you one last glance before stopping at the mirror near door, toussling with his hair and the piercings hanging from his ears. it’s a passing thought that you immediately banish – that panging in your chest at the thought of sukuna enjoying the night with a lanky girl on his arm.
“you know, if you stare for any longer, you’re going to fall in.” you respond.
“hilarious.” he deadpans.
“who are you going with? i’ll have to make a phone call and let her know that she’s just going to have to find her own ride.”
“no one.”
you feign shock, pressing one of your hands to your chest – and really, trying to hide the secret delight that you’re reveling in.
“wow. did hell freeze over?”
“just didn’t feel like it. this type of shit is always kind of boring.” sukuna responds.
you shrug.
“i don’t know. i always thought it was kind of fun.”
sukuna turns around, sparing you one last glance.
“you know, i do recall that you would stand in the corner and talk to the moms all night. that sounds like my personal nightmare.”
you smile.
“well, that’s just because the moms don’t really like you. i however get along with them quite well.”
sukuna rolls his eyes.
“i’m sure that’s true. i’ll see you, okay? don’t sleep too late.”
you give him a sly look.
“worried about me?”
“no, you just look ugly with eye bags.”
--
you do not take sukuna’s advice. instead, you finish up your lab report and open a bottle of pink wine – to accompany you in your endeavors to watch ten things i hate about you.
and it goes considerably well – until you hear a slamming pounding on your door at 3:45 am. you reach for the closest jacket, one of sukuna’s hoodies, before pulling it over your shorts and peeking out of the peephole.
you swing the door open.
“right. hi.”
you pause.
“megumi, right?”
“yeah. just bringing sukuna back. he’s plastered.”
you look down to where he’s gesturing to find sukuna slumped against the wall, offering you a half hearted smile from his bloodied nose.
“right. well, thanks for bringing him back. what happened to his face?”
“same as last time.”
you roll your eyes, as megumi drags sukuna up by the arms. he stumbles in the air, leaning his weight against you, as you shoot megumi one last smile before slamming the door shut.
the sweet smell of his shampoo and cologne is gone all together – now replaced with the mix of metallic blood, sweat, and the faintest smell of beer.
“sit down, sukuna. i’m going to clean you up.” you mumble, trying to stabilize him in the air to stand by himself.
“y/n?” he asks, before stumbling in the air.
you reach forward, trying to brace his fall as he looks down at you – suddenly somewhat awake as his face breaks out into a small smile. he reaches forward, bringing one of his bloodied knuckles to cup the side of your face.
“y/n.” he whispers.
you swallow the block in your throat in your stomach.
“don’t try to sweet talk me. i’m mad at you.” you respond, dragging him towards the center before leaning him against the kitchen counter.
you reach down to the bottom of the sink, setting a glass of water aside and pulling out the little box of first aid that you had put together once you got here and put it at his side. you open up the neatly organized compartments, pulling out the gauze and the alcohol wipes, before turning back to him.
“don’t be mad, princess.” he mumbles.
you feel your cheeks burn.
“don’t call me that.”
“isn’t that what you are? my little brat?”
you scoff.
“are you trying to insult me?” you ask, reaching for his left hand first and swiping the area clean.
“you have no…no idea what i think about you.”
you reach for the wrappings, tucking them in against the callousness of his hands, as he looks down, locking his fingers in with yours. and then he leans forward, snaking one of his hands around your neck.
you quickly shuffle yourself out of his embrace, before lightly pushing him back. he seems to take the cue, before you lean forward again, slightly hesitant this time, as you wipe the area around his nose.
“why’d you fight with him this time?”
sukuna scrunches his face up – irritated at the mention of the past few hours.
“nothing he didn’t fucking deserve.”
“right. last time, he missed a three pointer and you socked him in the face. so let me guess, he was two hours late today and you just got carried away?”
sukuna scoffs.
“he was running his mouth.”
your curiosity has piqued.
“about?”
“you.” sukuna slurs.
you smile.
“so glad to see you had sound judgment tonight, sukuna.” you respond, voice dripping with sarcasm.
sukuna leans forward, his lips a little too dangerously close as he rests his hands at the sides of your waist.
“he brought that stupid bitch with him.”
“sukuna.” you warn.
“he brought. that stupid bitch with him. and he had the nerve to stand there and talk shit about you.” sukuna responds.
you reach for the glass and place it in his hands, offering him a smile.
“just drink the water to sober up a little bit. it’s late.”
sukuna gives you a glare, as you let go of the glass, only for him to spill the entirety of it on you with his shaky hands. he barely registers that he did it – and you suppose that it’s really your fault for trusting him to hold the glass on his own – as you swing your arm around his torso and lead him towards his room.
he flops onto the bed as you rummage through his drawers, pulling out a pair of pants and shirt for him as you turn back around.
“sukuna. get up and change and you can sleep all you want.” you coax.
he responds with an unintelligible noise – further muffled by the fact that he’s face down on the bed – as you reach for one of his arms and pull. he somewhat works with you, sitting up as he wobbles, and reaches for the tie around his neck and tosses it aside.
his first struggle comes with the buttons. because he can’t seem to coordinate his fingers well enough to push the buttons through the holes – and obviously, with the short temper he has, gives up in all but three seconds.
“help.”
you roll your eyes as he stands up, leaning against you as you reach forward, and slowly unbutton down the length of the shirt.
“you drive me crazy, you know that?” sukuna whispers.
you ignore the comment as you pull the shirt down the length of his arms – exposing the tattoos that you’ve always wondered about, that peek out of the sleeves of his shirt or neck. you hand him the shirt, which he tosses aside.
“too hot.”
“okay, well. just put the pants on and then i’ll leave. i’ll turn around.” you respond.
you turn around, twisting the rings on your fingers as you wait for him to finish, only to me met what could possibly be your worst nightmare.
“y/n. wait, fuck. you have to help.” he whines.
you turn around to look at him, only to find that he’s still wearing his pants.
“what?”
“the button. i can’t…”
you feel your throat dry.
“sukuna. i can’t…take your pants off for you. just try harder.”
“just fucking help me.”
you shake off the nervousness, as you bend down on your knees, trying to squint through the dark light to find the button. except before you can fully do it, sukuna reaches for your biceps and somewhat harshly pulls you up.
“wh-”
you look up to find him swallowing hard, before he talks.
“it’s like you’re trying to make this difficult for me. don’t get on your fucking knees to do it.” sukuna responds.
“how else am i supposed to see it?”
sukuna doesn’t respond, as you shake your head and feel down the length of his pants, before you find the button. and surely enough, it’s hard to push but you get it after a second try, and turn around as sukuna switches the pants he’s wearing.
and you almost make your sweet escape before he tangles his fingers around your wrist and pulls back. his fingers are fast on your waist as he turns you around, somewhat toppling your balance so you’re leaning against his chest – and stuck in his embrace.
“stay.” he whispers.
“you are so fucking drunk, sukuna.”
“stay, please. i don’t want to sleep without you.”
you shake your head.
“my hoodie is wet. i have to change.”
sukuna shakes his head.
“are you wearing anything underneath? you know i wouldn’t mind either way.” sukuna whispers.
“a tank top, but really. i have to go back to –”
sukuna’s fingers are fast – since he apparently has enough coordination to help you with this – as he pulls it over your head, before setting his hands back around your waist. the way he’s looking down at you, eyes wide, makes you shiver as he leans forward, and presses his fingers against your collarbone.
“you have a tattoo.” sukuna whispers.
you laugh.
“so do you.”
and it makes your skin shiver, when sukuna snakes his hands underneath your shirt, leaning forward to press his lips against the inked skin on your shoulder, unable to contain your surprise. the tufts of his hair tickle your neck as you lean back, placing your hands on the sides of his face.
“you’re drunk.”
sukuna pauses.
“is that the only reason you’re saying no?”
you shake your head.
“go to bed. you don’t even know what you’re fuckking saying right now.”
“just stay with me.”
sukuna releases his grasp, instead reaching for both of your hands and squeezing at your fingers.
“please. don’t leave me alone.”
“okay, okay. let’s just go sleep. we’ll talk in the morning.”
--
you wake up to the most haunting sight known to man – sukuna hovering over you.
“jesus fuck.”
sukuna laughs as you press your palms into the sockets of your eyes, pushing as hard as can as you very quickly remember the events of last night – of the shivering feeling of sukuna’s lips on your neck and the horribly embarrassing moan you let out when he did.
“oh god.”
you open your eyes to find sukuna still hovering – an almost too excited grin painted on his face – his silver necklace hanging in the air.
“give me permission this time.” sukuna states.
you widen your eyes.
“i beg your pardon?”
sukuna snakes one of his fingers under your waist, using the other to trace the outline of your tattoo again, as he leans closer to you, the distance dangerously close considering the events of last night.
“give me permission.” sukuna asks.
“you…”
sukuna rolls his eyes, before leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.
“if it wasn’t clear, i think about you very often. irritatingly enough, i’m actually very fond of you. so much so, that i turned down that fucking barista from the coffee shop last night and went to that fucking party by myself..”
“marie?”
“is that her name?” sukuna asks.
you bite down on your cheek.
“i also gave someone a beating for you and got suspended from playing for two weeks, so just give me fucking permission now.”
“you got what?”
sukuna leans down, resting his chin against your bicep, as he eyes you again, before pressing a kiss to the skin.
“give me permission.”
“you’ve already kissed me twice.”
sukuna shakes his head.
“cmon. i need to hear it.”
you shake your head, suddenly hyper aware of the fact that your heart is pounding in your chest as you look down at him, brown eyes peering into yours
“um. okay? ….yes. or yeah, whatever, i –”
all you hear is an excited chuckle before his lips are against yours, hands almost rough around your neck as he pulls you up, till your straddling him in his lap, hands secured around his neck. and you can tell that he’s enjoying himself far too much – from the way he smiles into the kiss, before pressing three, four, and five kisses to your cheek.
you fight the urge to smile at him fully as you lean forward, cupping his face in your hands and eyeing the cut across the bridge of his nose.
“have i repaid your kindness yet?” you murmur.
sukuna pauses, before leaning in.
“no, i think i need a little bit more.”
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Obsessed with post-mt. silver red... the champion you hailed as a legend, a concept of what strength is, right now- is having trouble finding where he put his wallet because he didn't need to use money for three years (the cashier watches as red rummages through his bag, the sounds of various items clanking can be heard through the room...)
anyway,, some fun headcanons for him that I first wanted to tell along with illustrations but,, I don't have the energy to do that rn,,
-> He knows how to mimic a pokemon's cry to such accuracy,, esp those of wild strong pokemon that lives in mountain silver, this is so that- with just himself he can terrify the weaker pokemon and make them scamper away.. it's important that his team stay at top condition and not make them waste necessary energy in case something bad would happen
-> Though this doesn't mean he uses his voice more, having no one to talk to (or even the need to-) for an extended period of time, makes it easier to get into a coughing fit if he were to talk too much, leading to him talking slower, softer, and always in short chopped sentences after coming down
(but still have that polite way of talking, judging from the dialogue in FRLG with the pokedoll girl compared to ethan's.... who even uses "pardon me" these days? red apparently)
-> He learned how to run on all four.. when there's literally just you and your animal friends in some mountain you're bound to be a weirder guy, sorry man (and he actually moves faster this way.. but red's aware that this is something he could only do in the wild)
-> Red moves like a ghost, it's good when you don't want to alarm the wild pokemon around you (and now it's people to avoid getting recognized), but this makes it hard for him to announce his presence which always end up surprising people..
-> Whenever he doesn't know how to react to a joke or what it means, he will tilt his head and stare at them with the biggest autism eyes ever....
-> Post-mt silver red gets put into a lot of socially awkward situations, it can't be helped 💔
-> Because he spent so long in a dangerous environment, red is very vigilant and cautious, though.. sometimes overly that it's not healthy, it took a while for him to start relaxing a bit more after going back to "normalcy"
-> Red tried to keep track of time by writing in his diary.. one day he flipped the paper and found that he had run out of them.. he started writing on the cave's wall instead
-> talking about diary, it's one of his few emotional outputs, on really bad days it's full of scribbles, messy writing, repeating words and rarely, tear stains
-> being far from a talkative person, he can't just vent out his emotions through talking.. and because he has such an unexpressive face, people often think there's nothing wrong with him, simply a hero you can always depend on.
red developed a slight anger issue from not being able to properly express his emotions, sometimes he would bent and smash things to let off some steam (dw.. nothing valuable, probably trashes or rocks..)
-> He finds a lot of comfort in his pokemon, rubbing circles on pikachu's fur, sleeping on top of snorlax, feeling charizard's warmth... (yeah you get what I mean,,) He also likes getting carried by them, it's a feeling of comfort that something is guiding him, just like the old days with his mom
#trainer red#CRINGE IN THE TAG!!! sorry guys#red the struggler he's doing his best#I think I had more hcs but I forgor.... maybe it's good that I'm having trouble remembering or this would get too long LOL#I feel like a lot of these could be turned into shorter sentences but I'm really bad at english..#💭...
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funniest thing to #Me about the use of charles' telepathy in charles' and erik's relationship in the prequels is how both of them suck SOOO bad at using it LMAOOOO
like, you'd think having a telepath in the dynamic would actually help things along with the communication, but they are both USELESS at making use of it
charles will use it to crossdress erik and tell angel how much he wants to fuck him and erik will use it to tell charles how much he wants to be controlled, but that's ALL they use it for. it's not even horny or funny anymore it's just SAD, man. they suck so bad at it
(the only time they ever make good use of it is when charles unburied one of erik's memories with his mother, and that's it)
erik just automatically assumes charles knows everything and that he knows WHY erik does the things he does (because charles is in his head, so he MUST know, right?) and charles automatically assumes erik understands the hidden meaning of every single thing he says (because erik is also in charles' thoughts, so he SHOULD know, right?)
(wrong. they are both stupid and they will keep going in circles for 30 years straight)
like. take their first interaction in xma as an example
(on the other hand, i don't even want to think about the "you are looking in the wrong place" line because it makes me want to k1ll myself in front of the writers)
they are in each other's heads right now, and yet they are not even LISTENING to each other, they are just going in circles because both of them are too wrapped up in erik's own grief to actively try to hear what the other is trying to say. and while you can tell charles is hurting for erik and wants to help him, he's probably not going about it the best way
also if you pay attention at the start of the scene, when erik feels charles in his mind he just... looks confused, curious maybe, as to why charles is there, but he doesn't get angry or defensive straight away. he just lost his family for the second time (simon kimberg i'm in your walls) so he's probably even welcoming the only familiar thing he still has left.
he doesn't get defensive UNTIL charles starts talking and just kind of... also starts putting his own foot into his mouth. bless his heart.
and the thing is, while they get interrupted by apocalypse... being there lmao, i don't think this would have pan out any different if it was just the two of them. as i said, they are not listening to each other. charles means well but he's not really listening to what erik is trying to tell him, and in response to this erik is rejecting any type of help charles wants to give him.
and we know apocalypse was using erik's grief (about magda and nina, about the camps) to manipulate him - *we* as an audience know that, but back in this scene, charles doesn't even NOTICE apocalypse. and this, plus the fact that as we've established, they SUCK at trying to listen to each other and communicate, just brings the entire thing to failure.
(also imagine being the most powerful telepath in the world and being too focused on your best friend to notice the god standing a few steps away from him... which could mean nothing)
(mind you. they are literally in each other's heads rn. they can hear what the other is thinking and feeling. AND YET)
and it's even funnier (no) how they are even WORSE without charles' telepathy. take as an example, both of their fights in the plane in dofp
from charles' point of view, erik was the one that left him. erik literally and physically LEFT him in cuba, took the only teleporter there was and left charles to bleed out (lmao). meanwhile, from erik's point of view, he might have left first physically, but he only did so after charles rejected him. so, from HIS point of view, charles was the one to pull away FIRST. when he told him they didn't want the same thing (rejecting erik's ideals and by thus rejecting erik himself as well)
(and charles also let erik to rot in prison for 10 years so he could be also referring to that lmao)
this also brings me to my other point. which is something that i do think is pretty much ignored by everyone, but to be fair, it's also ignored by the movie so,
and it's the fact that the movie establishes that erik has been isolated for 10 YEARS. again, we as the audience know that charles has been struggling for the past 11 years, we know he did all he could for the mutants and we know he's been struggling, and we also know he's been using the serum because he couldn't stand the voices.
mind you, erik doesn't know any of this. not only because he's been in prison for 10 years (and i doubt they let him keep up with the news) but also because charles doesn't tell him any of this (fair)
and the last thing erik said to charles before they parted ways in cuba was that they wanted the same thing, which charles denied.
so from erik's point of view, all that he knows is that charles promised him all those years ago that he wasn't alone, and then he rejected erik in cuba, sent him away, and then proceeded to give up on erik and on their cause by doing nothing when the mutants were being tortured and experimented on. and he started using the serum and living with hank like a normal human being, sacrificing his powers and 'betraying' their cause.
ofc none of this is what actually happened, and *we* know that. but erik doesn't. and for some reason??? that i find extremely hilarious??? no one ever BOTHERS to correct erik's assumption, lmao. also none of this ever comes up again in the movies which to me just means erik went on believing that charles just briefly gave up on their cause for 10 years LMAOOO
okay, moving on bc i still have things to yap about
the other plane scenes comes in. erik shows up with the chessboard, they actually DO talk a bit and erik tells him he didn't mean to kill jfk (can't believe i wrote that down these movies were insane) and then they settle to play chess. AAAND this scene comes in
and he apologizes for SHOOTING charles, because he never meant to hurt him, and he does regret that. but he's not apologizing for leaving, because, once again, from his point of view, charles left HIM
and then charles hits him with the most pathetic saddest wettest expectant look in existence (james mcavoy you are insane) because he thinks erik is going to apologize for leaving
and then erik hits him with this LMAOOO
and charles realizes erik is apologizing for shooting him (something i'm pretty sure charles didn't exactly blame him for? his biggest accusation was that erik abandoned him)
and you can see charles literally and figuratively backtracking and shutting down immediately AGAIN.
(because, again, charles thinks erik left him, and erik should apologize for that, but from erik's pov? charles rejected him, he pulled away FIRST so he wasn't the first to abandon the other. charles was)
(they both are wrong and right in a way. they also don't tell each other any of this)
then it's erik's turn to give charles the wettest and saddest look known in mankind, charles shuts down, refuses to even look at erik, he changes topics and erik lets him.
(they never talk about this again, btw)
(it probably blew up in their faces in genosha. i just know they make everyone's life miserable as hell in there . god bless)
anyways, i'm sure someone smarter than me could make a more interesting analysis of how you can tell they do genuinely care about each other, but their failing to communicate properly just brings them to their fall down over and over. especially because it's something that keeps blowing up in their faces all the time in the prequels. something something the failure of telepathy something.
#tbf to erik charles DID tell him he knew everything abt him in xmfc so you cant blame a man for taking things literal#cherik#x-men#long post#meta#text#otp: i want you by my side#erik lehnsherr#charles xavier#since ppl liked me yapping abt them in dp i thought i should post this that has been sitting on my drafts forever#yapping*
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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Octopus behind the cut; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!
(( chrono || non-chrono ))
“I mean, unless you’d rather have gotten a tutor or something, I guess, probably Batman could’ve helped me find you a tutor,” Billy says, shrugging a little awkwardly. He used to help other foster kids with their homework a lot, though, and he taught a couple street kids he knew some bits and pieces of stuff, at least. And also–“Wisdom of Solomon, you know? It’s, um, kinda a thing. Anyway, I’m gonna help you with your powers, so it’s the same kind of thing, right? And it’s normal to read to your kids, too.”
“I don’t need to read to be a weapon,” Lynn mutters, still looking down at Tawky. “Not if I’m being deployed with a team, anyway.”
. . . Billy thinks maybe he could just go ahead and burn down whatever’s left of Cadmus. Like. Morally, and all. Ethically. Whichever.
“I’m not helping you with your powers so you can be a weapon,” he says firmly, making himself keep his voice even so Lynn won’t think he’s mad at him. Or, uh–royally fucking pissed at him, more accurately. That’s Cadmus. Like, definitely it’s Cadmus that he’s royally fucking pissed at. “I’m helping you with your powers so you don’t get hurt or accidentally hurt anybody else. Like–so you can use them however you want.”
“I’m the thing that gets used,” Lynn says as he folds one of Tawky’s ears back and forth, voice and expression both just distant enough to make Billy hate literally everything that’s made Lynn feel like that.
He is definitely gonna put in a request with the League to let him burn down whatever’s left of Cadmus. Either that, or there’s gonna be a real convenient thunderstorm concentrated right on top of it, and a whole lot of equally convenient and equally concentrated lightning strikes.
And if that fails, then there’s gonna be a twelve year-old “civilian” sneaking in with some matches and lighter fluid, and he’s just gonna commit arson the old-fashioned way.
“If anyone ever says that to you again, I’m gonna make them sorry for even thinking it,” he says as evenly as he can. Lynn’s mouth tightens. He keeps his head down.
“. . . why would you have read to me?” he asks, the question a little guarded. “That wouldn’t have taught me anything.”
“It would’ve taught you that I’d read to you,” Billy says. Lynn–frowns, like maybe he doesn’t understand what he means. Billy’s not sure he understands what he means, just . . .
His dad read to him. And his mom too.
And Uncle Eben definitely did not.
And Cadmus didn’t read to Lynn either, he’s betting. As far as he can tell, all Cadmus ever did was jam a really biased education into his head and lie to and mind-control him, in fact.
Cadmus was just really awful to Lynn in general, as far as Billy can tell.
Lynn thought they’d have kryptonite here, so . . . yeah. Cadmus was definitely awful to him.
Billy really, really wants to make sure that Lynn’s first thought is never something like that again. Or at least, that his first thought is never something like that when it’s about him.
About the person who’s taking care of him, he means. Lynn should–he shouldn’t–
Billy always felt safe with his dad. With both of his parents. He wants Lynn to feel that way too, because Lynn deserves to feel that way too. Like no matter what tries to hurt him, it’s gonna have to go through somebody else first, and somebody who’d never just stand by and let it get to him.
Billy doesn’t know if Lynn’s ever felt safe in his life, all things considered. He grew up in a pod being lied to and woke up to mind control and more lies and got attacked by, like, a giant mutated jerk of a doctor who’d been controlling and hurting him all his life already, and then he left the only place he’d ever known just because he thought it was the right thing to do, and . . .
Yeah. Billy can’t imagine “safe” is a feeling Lynn’s all that familiar with yet.
Can’t imagine he’s ever really felt it at all, at this point.
He–swallows, a little, and then makes himself smile at him again. Lynn’s still not looking at him, but Billy figures he’ll hear it in his voice, if nothing else.
“I’ll read to you anyway, if you want,” he offers as he links his hands together behind his back, his voice coming out a little awkward; a little quiet. He doesn’t mean for it to, but . . . “Even if you can do it yourself.”
Lynn doesn’t say anything. He rubs the pad of his thumb across one of Tawky’s paw pads and then squeezes it, just a little. Billy doesn’t blame him for wanting to hold somebody’s hand right now. It’s–a lot, probably. All this is probably a lot.
All this is definitely a lot, and Billy doesn’t blame Lynn for anything he’s feeling about any of it at all. When everything changes all at once like–when somebody’s whole life changes and they lose everything and everyone they had before, and . . . and . . .
It’s just a lot, he knows.
Like–yeah.
Of course it is.
“. . . sure,” Lynn says, and glances up–not at Billy, exactly, but in his direction. He’s looking at his shoulder more than anything else, Billy’s pretty sure, but that’s fine by him. He brightens instinctively, resisting the urge to float up a little in excitement.
“Cool!” he says. “Um–okay, yeah. Cool.”
Lynn ducks his head again, looking more towards the wall now. He’s still holding Tawky’s paw, though, and he didn’t, like, go run off and hide in his room or get mad or anything, so Billy thinks things are going okay, really. Even if–even if some of this is a little harder to talk too much about, maybe.
He really does want Lynn to feel safe with him, though, so he’s gonna have to be able to talk to him about the harder stuff too.
He can do that, he promises himself. Or–he’s gonna do that, anyway. He’ll figure it out, one way or the other.
Lynn deserves a dad who can do that, and Billy’s already decided he’s gonna be the kind of dad Lynn deserves, so–yeah.
He can do it.
He wonders if his parents ever felt like this with him. Felt like–like it was hard and scary and weird, but like they still needed and wanted to figure it out and do it right, whatever it took. Like it was more important to do it right than . . . than anything else.
He doesn’t know, obviously. And he’s never gonna get to ask. But . . . but he hopes he’s at least doing this right enough that they would’ve been happy about it. Been–proud of him, for taking after them. Being like them, even just a little bit.
They were both really good parents, and he just . . . they’re gone, and he’ll never see them again, and no one really remembers them the same way he does. No one loves them the same way he does. Not anymore.
So–so if he can be a good dad to Lynn like they were good parents to him, then maybe at least there’ll be a little bit more of them left in the world. A little bit more that they got to do; got to make happen. Make matter.
And maybe . . . maybe that means Lynn will love some part of them too, technically, if Lynn ever loves him.
If Billy does this right, anyway.
“Do you wanna walk to the library too?” he suggests. “It might be a little farther away than the diner, I think, but not too bad. And, um, we’ve got super-stamina and all, so yeah.”
“. . . I’ve never walked that far before,” Lynn says. Billy blinks, wondering how Lynn knows that. He didn’t say how far it was for sure, just–
Oh.
“You’d never walked as far as the diner before?” he realizes. Lynn nods stiffly. Billy’s chest sort of–hurts a little, maybe. “Did you like it, or was it too much? I know it’s kind of exposed and there’s a lot more people than you’re probably used to and all, so it’s okay if–”
“It was fine,” Lynn cuts in, and then hunches his shoulders a little. “Uh. I mean–it was fine.”
Billy’s own shoulders slump a bit in relief, and he smiles wider at him. Okay. That’s–okay, yeah.
He really likes Lynn. Like–Lynn’s really easy to like, he means. He’s glad about that. Not that he was gonna take anything back or send Lynn back if he was hard to get along with or anything, obviously, but . . . he’s still glad, yeah.
Really glad.
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Teen wolf - Alpha needs his pack Part 2.
Hey, y'all already know who we are right? We're like two of the most popular guys at school. Or maybe the coolest. Or... ok forget I said that. We are just bestfriends, by day we do normal shirt together by some nights Scott is doing his wolf stuff and I try to help out as much as I can.
But recently sometihng has changed. Scott started to act more dominant. We spoke less and less. He is so focused on the pack and the dangers that might come, but that's not how Scott usually is. Also, what happened to Theo? He is always ten steps behind Scott like some sort of a servant and he even keeps looking at me. But not with his self-centered I AM BETTER THAN YOU look, but now he looks like he wants to tell me sometihng, like he is being punished. I'll try to talk to him, since Scott is distancing himself from me now. HE EVEN GOT A TATTOO. Without me! We were talking getting one and he didn't wait for me. Ok, maybe my dad would be against it, but I would resist. Maybe, for a while. Ok, I wouldn't dare, but you know. He could have said something.
I think I was getting really desperate. My best friend is not talking to me, everyone else would think the way that I do. I knew If I were in his pack he couldn't ignore me. But if my dad found out I was bitten someday, he would flip. Or maybe I would too. The first transformation must be horrible. Which is why I contacted one witch. She is not evil, but doesn't work for free. And I still didn't have an idea how to get Scott to talk to me, but she would know what to do. Wouldn't she?
We met up in the forest. She brough a box with her with all sorts of potions and equipment. She was a middle aged, very beautiful woman, nice hair, leather jacket.
"Hey. You're not the witch from Snow White I was expecting."
"Money" she said annoyed after my joke
I handed her the money. And started nervously: "Haha, sorry about that. I just get nervous handling illegal stuff in the dark with strangers. Not like I would do that, like ever. Not like drugs or anything. I don't do drugs..."
"You talk too much." She handed me a small vial of liquid. As I observed the vial, she touched my hand. "Do you even know, there's some magic in you? Are you so blind to everything around you, you don't even see whats in you?"
"I am a wizard?"
"No. You have some magic, but you're weak." she started packing her things and getting ready to leave.
"Wait, you didn't tell me what to do."
"Drink it to get close to who you want." she said mysteriously.
What does that even mean? I drank the whole vial and she just smiled at me. I hope that's a good sign. A smile from a witch. Sure
Suddenly a noise echoed through the forrest. That sounded like a howl. The witch was already running away from me.
In a minute Derek appeared behind me. "What the hell are you doing here?"
I was really surprised to see him, but also not. The wolves always protect the Beacon Hills so if there was a creature tresspassing, they would know. I tried to sound confident. "Well I could be asking you the same thing"
"Do you even know that the Dread doctors are in Beacon Hills?! Has no one told you they pose a threat, Stiles?!? They want to get to Scott and you are parading in a forrest doing god knows what."
"I was just... on a midnight walk. It's very healthy actually. You should try sometimes. But I guess you run a lot around the town during the night. Right. Anyway..."
"Stiles, shut the fuck up and let's go."
He touched my arm and then my whole world flipped. It must have happened really fast, but for us it felt like ages. I even think I saw Derek's aura? soul? I don't know. But those things switched places in our bodies. They positioned themself and after that I opened my eyes again.
I saw myself. Myself from Derek's eyes. As I looked down I saw Derek's muscles. Oh man, he's gonna kill me now.
"Stiles?!?" the expression of my face changed from my usual friendly approach to the one I might have had maybe the last time playing a video game. I didn't even know my face could do this.
"Yesss?" whoa. Did that vibrating manly voice just come out of me? That's so hot. I have to calm down before Derek notices I am not that mad about the situation as he is.
"What exactly have you been doing here? And I need you to tell me everything." haha. My body looks so funny when he's trying to look angry.
I told him how I felt about Scott, how the witch took the money and gave me the vial and how I drank it.
He laughed of frustration. "You fuckin' idiot. Don't you get it?"
"Get what?"
"The Dread Doctors were planning to swap you and Scott. You were suppose to go meet him after this, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well of course. Our little stiles feels intimidated by Scott new ball drop and wants to be close, just to endanger the whole town in doing so. What would you do if you swapped with him? Would you manage being the Alpha? HUH? No, right. Didn't think so."
"Sorry, this wasn't the plan."
"Oh I know it wasn't. And it sure wasn't my plan to spend the evening fucking myself."
"WHAT?! WHAT do you mean?! Why should I.... YOU...WHAT?"
"Every magical thing has a twist. And maybe from every cheesy freaky friday movie you watch, you might understand, that the people that swap have to get close somehow, make up. They always have to 'learn a lesson', 'try to walk in each others shoes', but they all take the long way. The fastest way to swap is to know how the other one FEELS."
"Derek, I... I don't know if I want this."
"Well I sure as don't want this kid, but we don't have a choice now, do we? Now, get on your knees. I got places to be."
He came close to me and started unzipping my jeans.
"Hey that's my dick!"
"No, it's mine now. And if you don't want it to be like this forever, which I really don't, then SUCK IT!"
I have to say, that seeing my own body being so dominant was in some ways really hot. I lowered myself.
"I have never seen it from this angle. It looks really nice."
"Stiles. SUCK IT!"
I didn't want to bee yelled at anymore, but Derek's body seemed to react to it slightly. I liked the shaft first, grabbing the lower part of my dick and positioned my mouth over it. My beard over my lips slightly scratching the head of my dick seemed to cause sensation to him. I pushed the dick more and more. Damn, almost no gag reflex. Convenient. My dick is real nice I gotta say. Striaght, slightly hairy, nice balls. It's not one of the biggest out there, but it's not bad in the mouth.
I accelerated. He started moaning. I used my right hand to jerk the lower half and blow the top. I think I'm getting good at this. Maybe cause Derek now put his hand in my hair to hold onto something.
"So you like it huh?"
"DON'T STOP!"
I got back to it, accelerating even more until streams of cum released into my mouth. I swallowed.
"So? When do you think we're gonna swap?" I asked him
He hyperventilated from the orgasm. "I... I thought this would work actually."
"Well maybe we gotta fuck for real. Let's go to my place. My dad's on duty now.
We entered my room. I could see the post nut clarity in his eyes. Post nut clarity and desperation. Nothing I haven't seen before on my own face.
"Ok, Derek. The lube is in the drawers. There is a completely new one. I haven't had a chance to use it. Guess I still won't be the first one using it. Hahah."
"What do you mean?"
"You just came. My body isn't used to cum two times a in an hour, So if you can't do the math, I'll do it for you."
"We'll wait until your body's dick gets hard." he said indifferently
A wave of anger swept over me
"Listen here, Derek. You suggested this and I followed. Now it's your turn to obey and do what I tell you. You don't want to be stuck like this and these are your methods. So we're gonna fuck. And I will be on top. Understand?"
He just nodded. I could see the fear in his eyes. But also excitement. And what I really didn't expect a tent formed in his jeans. That little fucker likes to be dominated. He's just hiding it behind this facade.
I was horny, hell yeah I was. And I also wanted to enjoy being this buff for just a few minutes. I did some pull ups. It went so easily. His body is so amazing. Maybe I should hit the gym after we go back.
Derek just sat shirtless on the bed, watching me lift myself up and down.
I got near him. The sweat drops rolling over my muscles. I took his hand and positioned it on my belt. He unbuckled it. SHIIIT this dick is huge. No wonder when Derek is such a masculine man.
"SUCK IT!" I said just as he said before. Only now, my voice was more manlier than his. He obeyed me, he wanted me to feel good and ge was doing such a great job. I thrusted my hips into his mouth as he was sucking. He choked many time. My body's gag reflex made it worse for him. Take that, that's for before
I took off my pants and he took off his. He turned around and got in position for me to enter him. I took the lube, put some on my hand, then his ass. Then on my new dick. Fuck, it's my first time jerking his dick. And it feels so good. I don't think I want to swap. But if I get my hands on the vial, I could swap with anyone. It would be cool to know what it's like to be Theo. He has a beautiful body.
My mind got back from daydreaming to fucking again. My hard pulsating dick in my hand ready over my hairy ass. I pushed, slowly, gently. I waited for him to get used to it. He moaned like a little bitch. While I waited for him to enjoy the pain I grabbed his dick. He was just as hard as I was. I took my other hand and grabbed him under his neck and took him close to me. My other hand still on his dick, jerking him, my own dick thrusting into him. He moaned. I kissed his neck and bit him a bit. I could feel my wolf teeth come out. But no, not the time
I accelerated. Thrusting more into him and jerking him twice as before. He wasn't moaninf, he was screaming out of pleasure now. And then it hit. Both of us. Be came at the same time. I came into him and ha came all over my bed. We panted, my dick still inside of him slowly getting flacid.
I pulled out. Laying myself down and he did so next to me on the bed.
"Well, that didn't work."
We just looked at each other, both wondering what we were gonna do.
But hey, atleast I get to be part of the pack with Scott now.
A story from inbox that skipped a few others: Maybe a second part of the new alpha where stiles hires some witch to make him and derek swap bodies in order to improve the pack. Maybe even derek had a kink with being smaller and loves the new reality.
Sorry for taking so long, but don't worry. Your story is coming
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❥ 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧
trent frederic.
word count: 5.0k
warning: explicit content
"can you blow my mind?" — tyla
A/N: i recently received a request for trent and a leafs fan. i was given creative freedom and this is what i came up with. hope you like it, nonny <3
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Bruins win Game 7 in OT.
The headlines came out at a rapid rate, informing the rest of the world that the Boston Bruins made it out of the first round and turned the Toronto Maple Leafs into mulch. Again.
Trent Frederic, along with a few teammates, were on too much of a high to return to their rooms at the hotel they’d been staying in just yet. Though they were home in Boston, coach Jim Montgomery thought it would be smarter to have the guys stay in a hotel instead of going back to their homes and apartments. Team bonding, he said.
The bunch set off for the bar inside the hotel, only a few blocks away from TD Garden, waiting a few hours before slipping in nonchalantly. They weren’t trying to get outed too fast, and they usually didn’t. Even once they were recognized, not much came of it. Most people were too drunk by then to make a scene, anyway.
So they sat down at the bar and ordered a few beers, celebrating accordingly and talking amongst themselves. They would finally let loose for just a night before the inevitable start of round 2 in just two days. They’d be having practice the next morning and flying down to Sunrise, Florida to face the Panthers, who were on their extensive break after knocking the Lightning in just 5 games.
Trent decided he’d had enough after his fourth beer, so he left his share and stood up to make his way out. As he turned around, his body hit something with a thud. He looked down and saw what it was that he came into contact with; a thin blonde woman with her arms out, jaw slack, and an empty hand that once held her drink.
Oh, and a Maple Leafs jersey.
“Oh, shit,” Trent muttered, compressing his lips.
You scoffed, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I can get you a new one.”
You looked up, a look of guilt on your face as your hands fell back down to your sides. “Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve been looking where I was going, too—”
You paused.
“Where do I know you?”
He remained silent, shooting you a look as if to tell you that it should be obvious. It wasn’t long before your face dropped and it hit you. He suppressed a grin at your realization and parted his lips to speak.
“Name’s Trent,” he spoke smoothly, “but something tells me you already figured that out.”
“Well, you’re one of the last people I’d like to see right now,” you rolled your eyes, arms folded. “What’s a guy like you doing at some random bar at,” you looked at your watch, “12 in the morning after the game where you just knocked my team out of the playoffs?”
“Had to celebrate somehow,” he winked.
“Oh, god,” you grimaced. “I really do hate you guys.”
“Well, aren’t you a little ray of sunshine,” he laughed, putting his abnormally large hands on his hips. Your eyes subtly followed their path.
“Lighten up,” he teased. “C’mon. What’s your name? I know you’re not a,” he pinched the fabric of your jersey and pulled it to see the numbers, “Marner. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”
You sighed at his remark and told him your name, but he made a face afterward.
“Too long.”
“Too long?”
“I think I’ll stick to Marner,” he told you, much to your dismay.
“Gross,” you replied irritatedly. “I don’t particularly feel like giving you the privilege of using a nickname. Just use my real name like everyone else. ”
“I’m all set, actually. I think I’ll stick to mine.”
“God, you’re annoying.”
“You gonna let me buy your drink or keep bitching about who I am?”
“Fine,” you sighed, “buy me the damn drink.”
He and you made your way to the other side of the bar, far enough away from the rest of the guys and the few friends you went with that you wouldn’t be noticed. You sat next to each other on the bar stools, Trent talking your ear off and you reluctantly replying with mostly one-word responses.
“You can’t be that angry with me,” he finally spoke, breaking another silence. “I’m not the whole team, you know.”
“I can and I will,” you shrugged, sipping your almost-empty drink.
“If you won’t talk, then I’ll just have to make you talk.”
He put his elbows down on the table and turned his head to face you, “Why’d you decide to come out in public after that game? I wouldn’t have even bothered to show my face in a bar wearing that. You here with other people or something?”
“I came with a couple of friends.”
“Doesn’t answer my first question.”
You looked down. “They wanted to come down here. I told them it was probably a bad idea because of the fact that we’re, you know, Leafs fans. They did it anyway so I just tagged along.”
“Bet you didn’t expect to run into me,” he nudged you with his shoulder, bringing a faint smile to your lips. “There you go,” he teased when he noticed your expression. “See? I’m not so bad.”
“Fraternizing with the enemy is a bad look for a woman like me,” you retorted, a playful undertone to your words. It was uncharacteristic compared to the closed-off manner you had with every other response. You wouldn’t admit that, however.
“Oh, she jokes,” he took the final sip of the drink he’d bought himself upon sitting with you, even after deciding he’d had his last beforehand.
“Shut up, Frederic.”
“We’ve regressed to my last name now? Can’t even call me by my first?”
“But you won’t use mine at all,” you rolled your eyes, “Trent.”
You looked at him for maybe a tad longer than you should’ve, eyes slowly moving down his body. He wore a white collared shirt that hugged his arms and gray dress pants that looked awfully tight around his thighs. You couldn’t help but notice the facial hair he’d grown since the start of the round, giving him a gingery mustache with a somewhat patchy beard. You’d seen what he looked like before that and were undoubtedly intrigued by it, regardless of whatever grudges you held against him. But you couldn’t let him know that.
So you turned to face the television above the bar, watching the commercial in a quiet trance as if nothing happened.
“Hey,” he tapped his finger on the bartop, diverting your attention back to him. “Tell me something,” he softly requested as you looked back, adjusting his body to face yours. “Why did you let me buy you the new drink if you weren’t going to talk to me, hm?”
You swallowed, “I wasn’t going to be rude.”
“The real reason,” he pressed.
“There is no real reason.”
“Alright,” he nodded, “so why were you staring at me before?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He lowered his voice and brought his face just slightly closer, a faint grin tugging at his lips. “You’re not a very good liar, you know that?”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. I mean,” he laughed, shrugging his shoulders, “unless I didn’t see you looking for a while there. But I’m pretty sure I know what I saw.”
“Just…just shut up, Trent, alright?”
“Sounds like I hit a nerve,” he noted and you rolled your eyes. “You know, you’re cute when you’re irritable.”
His grin widened when you shook your head again, promptly informing him of how annoying he was once again. “But if I’m really being honest here,” he lifted his fingers and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “I think you’re pretty.”
At this, your hardened exterior softened. Your head turned just slightly so that he was in your field of view and you sighed gently. “Thanks.”
“Mhm.”
“I, um,” you cleared your throat, taking a breath, “I was looking before.”
“I know,” he softly responded, hand slipping down until his palm rested on your thigh. Initially, you flinched at the contact, but your muscles relaxed when you realized it was a warm gesture rather than one with malicious intent.
“You don’t have to be so cold,” he told you. “No matter who I play for, I’m just a guy.”
You were more attracted to him than you wanted to let on, and it surely didn’t help that he was being nicer to you. You suppressed a smile and faced him fully.
“It’s not that, it’s—it’s the point,” you flatly responded.
“You can look at me again,” he teased, thumb rubbing your thigh. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“Don’t count on it.”
Your gaze lingered on him again, eyes flitting down to his lips before you looked away. It wasn’t hard for him to see through you—after all, you allowed him to keep his hand where it was, even after refuting his words. He took notice of your wandering eyes and finally pieced it together.
“Like the new look, eh?”
Your brows furrowed and you swallowed, “What new look…?”
“I think you know what I’m talking about,” he replied with certainty. “You have a thing for the scruff?”
“Please. I don’t even know what you looked like before that,” you lied, taking an unsteady breath.
“Doesn’t change that you were looking at it, does it?”
“Well…” you trailed off, lips parted as you tried to think up an excuse. “No,” you finally gave up, letting your head hang down. “It doesn’t, because I have seen you before and I do have a thing for it. For you,” you shook your head, laughing at the reality of how weak you truly were. How stupid you must have looked to him. “So tease me all you want, say that you told me so—you’re right.”
A ringed finger slipped under your chin and tilted your head toward him, his face mere inches away from yours.
“I’m not going to tease you.”
You swallowed, expression falling as your eyes locked with his. They were brown, you noticed. And they were…warm. They largely contrasted how he looked at you previously. It brought you to an entranced sort of state.
His touch was soft, comforting. But in a way that made you want him more. Caused your mind to wander to places you knew it shouldn’t have gone. It felt good. Really good.
And you had no business wondering what the rest of him would feel like on you.
“Where are you staying?” you blurted out.
“Upstairs.”
“Take me,” the words left your mouth before you could protest.
An eyebrow raised and his grin turned to a smile. “Gladly,” he whispered, lowering his hand and standing up.
He held his hand out and you hesitantly took it, allowing him to discreetly walk you toward the exit of the bar. You ducked when you saw your friends, praying that by some miracle they didn’t see you walk out with Trent Frederic.
“Trent,” you whispered, clutching onto him harder now that you couldn’t be hidden by the darkness of the bar any longer. “What if someone saw?”
“You would’ve known by now. Trust me,” he reassured you as the elevator doors slid open. You walked in and the doors shut, enclosing you in the small space. “And if anyone did,” he started, fingers brushing against the nape of your neck, “it’s none of their business, anyway.”
“Mhm,” you agreed softly, eyes beginning to close when you felt his warm breath on your neck.
“See? Not so hard to agree, is it?”
“Mm…no…”
He laughed softly in your ear and pressed a tiny kiss to the skin behind it. He intricately placed a few more on the exposed skin, prompting a faint hum from your lips as the doors slid back open. His hand found its place on your waist as he gently pushed you out, guiding you down the hallway and finally stopping in front of his door.
By now, you’d become urgent—urgent to feel his lips on yours no matter how much you told yourself it was a stupid idea. You lived in Toronto; a whopping 500 miles away. And he played for Boston, the team you hated with a passion so strong that you vowed to never let yourself be endeared by them. Yet there you were, standing next to the forward who contributed to your favorite team’s loss, wanting nothing more than for him to make you feel oh, so good.
And he would.
The door clicked open and he pushed the lever down, stepping aside to let you in. He was quick to pin you to the door with his body, arm coming up behind your head to lock it and toss the room card to the side.
“I can’t believe I let you charm me.”
“What can I say,” he rasped, leaning in closer, “I know how to get a girl in my room.”
His lips finally connected with yours and you immediately reciprocated, hand flattening against his chest and gripping the material of his shirt. You pulled him closer, slipping your free hand around his neck before tilting your head to deepen the kiss. The hair above his lips rubbed against your skin, the feeling eliciting a faint hum from your mouth into his. He grinned at this and hooked his fingers under the blue jersey you wore, pulling away promptly and carefully lifting it up.
“Taking this shit off,” he mumbled, pulling the fabric over your head and discarding it to the floor. “You’d look much better with mine.”
You rolled your eyes, “Not going to happen, Trent.”
“We’ll see,” he grinned, moving his lips to your neck and marking up the skin, drawing whimpers from your mouth.
Your hand snaked into his hair, fingers threading between the dusty ginger strands as you pushed his head closer. He kissed up to your jaw, sliding his hand up to your neck, the other placed on the bare skin of your hip. His fingers pressed into the nape of your neck and his thumb rested just under your chin, hand pressing the back of your head against the door as his lips kissed a path down your jawline.
“Shit,” you moaned breathily, reaching for the buttons on his shirt as his mouth returned to yours hungrily.
You worked your way down, the material of his shirt parting and exposing his skin as each button fell open. His tongue slipped between your lips, grazing your teeth before rolling over yours languidly. Soft fingers untucked his open shirt from his pants and began to trace his stomach, moving slowly up to his firm chest. The action caused the large hand around your neck to tighten its hold, prying a moan from your throat.
“Didn’t know,” you panted, “—didn’t know you wore a chain.”
“Like it, mm?”
The way he grinned down at you brought a lump to your throat. He made you nervous. Weak, even. And the height at which he stood compared to you surely didn’t help. So you nodded curtly in response, hoping he’d take the hint and not press you further.
But he took it and instead removed his hand from your neck to slide it down and meet the other at your lower back, promptly hoisting you up. Your hands moved to his face and held it while you continued to kiss him, him walking the two of you away from the door and in the direction of the bed. You kicked your shoes off just as he grabbed a towel from the rack on the wall outside the bathroom and laid it lazily atop the sheets. He then lowered you onto your back and let go, allowing you to lie comfortably on the bed as he remained on his knees in front of you.
He quickly shed himself of the torn-open shirt and tossed it toward the empty bed on the other side of the room. His body soon hovered over yours, an arm on the bed on each side of your head as he kissed you again. His lips moved to your neck once again, working the skin until soft moans slipped through your parted ones.
“Trent,” you exhaled, chest rising and falling deeply, “isn’t…isn’t someone else staying here with you? There’s—mm—two beds.”
“There was,” he mumbled into your skin, moving down to your collarbones.
“So couldn’t we get—”
“Was,” he repeated. “He already went home to his girlfriend. And I have both room keys.” He chuckled softly and reached around your back to unclasp your bra, the fabric coming loose on your chest. “So relax.”
You nodded and lifted your arms for him to pull it off, him letting it fall from his hand before kissing a path down the valley of your chest. His body moved down as he continued down to your stomach, then to your waist where his fingers hooked in your pants and slid them down your legs.
You kicked them off and opened your legs, allowing Trent to slip between them. He gently kissed your inner thigh, slowly working his way up until he reached the lacy fabric that covered your skin. He looked up, making and not breaking eye contact with you as he took the waistband between his teeth and tugged the fabric slowly down your legs. As he rose upwards, they and your pants were dropped to the floor.
Warm breath fanned the skin between your aching thighs, awaiting his touch oh, so impatiently. His fingers brushed the area, dragging themselves slowly up and down. His eyes flitted up to you, a faint grin playing on his lips before focusing back down.
“God, you’re wet,” he rasped, leaning down and settling his face between your thighs, your legs atop his shoulders. His hands wrapped around your outer thighs and gripped them, pulling you in promptly.
“Especially for someone who claims to hate me so much.”
You rolled your eyes and groaned, “Think that’ll make me like you any more?”
“No, but maybe this will.”
With that, his mouth wrapped around your clit, tongue swirling around and eliciting a gasp of shock from your parted lips. Your eyes widened as he sucked gently, hands kneading the warm flesh of your thighs.
He then trailed downward, planting small, light kisses on the sensitive flesh, all before his tongue carefully parted your folds and delved slowly inside. Your fingers gingerly threaded into his strands, palm flattening itself on the back of his head as you pushed him down, your body weak with the need for more friction.
The hair that had recently grown above his lips brushed against your skin, rubbing back and forth forcefully and bringing meaning to the term, ‘hurts so good.’
“God, fuck,” you groaned, hands tenaciously gripping the sheets and his curls as his tongue moved in a rhythm that was just enough to make you long for more.
He lapped at you mercilessly, expert movements of his tongue coaxing soft moans from your mouth. A cocky grin stretched across his lips as he brought you to the brink, then pulled away, forcing a whimper from you at the loss of contact.
A large hand was removed from your thigh and brought between your legs, knuckles once again dragging lazily along the sensitive, needy skin, but refusing to give you the satisfaction of doing what you wanted most. He was teasing you; punishing you for the way in which you treated him earlier without giving him as much as a chance to prove himself.
“Trent,” you whined impatiently, hips writhing involuntarily against his bearded face.
“Mm…what?”
You refused to admit the irrevocable attraction you had to him because you didn’t want to let him win. And now he was being a bitch to you, just like you were to him. He chuckled softly and pressed the tip of his finger to your entrance, allowing you to feel the small bit of pressure that came with it.
“Please,” you whimpered, fingers tightening in his curls.
Enough was enough and he pushed the finger in, drawing a moan from your lips before adding another and thrusting them in and out with no room for complaint. The cold metal of his ring brushed against your sensitive inner walls and you gasped at the initial contact, your rampant mind having forgotten about the jewelry to begin with. And deep down, you loved it.
His mouth returned to your skin, tongue licking small stripes on the mound of flesh above his fingers, the scruff on his chin rubbing roughly against it. You knew you were going to have burns on your skin caused by his facial hair but you didn’t care; you just wanted to keep feeling him.
“Trent, don’t stop.”
He laughed quietly and sped up the pace of his fingers, urging you even closer to the edge. Your thighs closed in around his head, hand still pushing his head down. He hummed in satisfaction, the noise vibrating against your skin as he felt you clench around his long fingers.
His lips sucked on your clit in a steady pattern, causing your release to rip through you, prying a moan from deep within your stomach. You fisted the sheets tighter as your hips writhed against his face and fingers, legs beginning to shake from the pressure. Trent continued to work you through it, tongue lapping up the wetness that accumulated until you sunk back down into the mattress, spent.
Slowly he removed his fingers, first bringing them to his lips to lick them clean before rising back up. You inched backward on the bed until your head pressed against the pillow, Trent following and planting himself on his knees between your legs. His fingers reached down and fumbled with the buckle on his belt, eyes never leaving your body in the process. It wasn’t long before his belt haphazardly hit the floor, then his pants and his painfully hard cock was freed from its constraints. A rough palm placed itself on your knee, rubbing it slowly.
“Trent,” you swallowed, drawing his attention back up to your face. “Con—”
He raised his hand to cut you off, a gold wrapper resting comfortably between his index and middle fingers. The action having rendered you silent, he promptly took the foil between his teeth and pulled, spitting out the excess before taking out the latex and rolling it onto himself. You soon felt the pressure of him at your entrance, legs subconsciously widening to let him slip between them further, then heard the sound of him groaning as he pushed into you.
You swore it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard.
He leaned forward slowly, giving you just a moment’s time to adjust to his size as he stretched you out. Your breaths were unsteady, eyes screwed shut as your fingers maintained their forceful grip on the sheets around you. Your mind was racing, but you knew one thing for certain—the man was about to fucking blow it. His body hovered above yours as he kissed a path from your stomach up to your neck, hands pressing into the mattress on each side of you.
“Where did you,” you breathed, “get that?”
“Pocket,” he rasped, mustache brushing against your neck.
Eyes wide, you responded, “That’s not—”
“Relax,” he mumbled, the corners of his lips slightly upturned. “I put it in there today.”
Then you impatiently lifted a hand to the back of his head and pushed his lips onto yours, kissing him urgently and wordlessly telling him to just move. He obeyed your silent command and pushed his hips into yours, burying his dick into you before pulling back, leaving only the tip inside. He repeated the process at a steady, slow rhythm—tortuously slow, at that—until your back was arching, hand in his hair sliding down to his shoulder blade as the long, coffin-shaped nails dug into his soft skin. The chain that you’d noticed earlier tapped against your cheek, the feeling provoking you to throw your head back against the pillow.
His hand slid up your front, fingers curling around to the nape of your neck and thumb resting under your chin once again, pulling your head back up as he quickened his pace, driving into you with more force. Every inch of his thick cock slid smoothly along your velvety walls, your mouth frozen in its open state as his lips worked at your neck again. And god, you just couldn’t understand what made you hate that guy in the first place. It must have slipped your mind completely.
Upon the first thrust of his hips, he felt just how tight you enveloped him. The immense pressure of you wrapped around his strained length, practically squeezing it. The age-old trick of conjuring up the most repulsive of thoughts seemed nothing but moronic to him in the past, yet for some reason he found himself naming off presidents in his head to prevent from coming so fucking soon. He only wished that he could feel it; really feel it, if it weren’t for that godforsaken rubber that separated him from you.
And he’d make it his mission to do so, whether you lived five hundred miles away or not.
He just hoped he’d last when he finally did.
The hand around your throat closed just slightly, using just enough pressure to threaten your intake of breath without causing any pain. It was delicious. You didn’t have the will to fight it—your body had already submitted to him long before, and there wasn’t much that you could focus on other than the feeling of him roughly thrusting into you, lips marking up one side of your neck while his hand firmly gripped the other.
The sounds of your mixed moans bounced off of the walls and you began to wonder whether anyone could hear it or not; if any of his teammates were close by, walking back to their rooms from the bar. The thought instilled enough fear for you to weakly voice it.
“What if—ah—what if someone hears us?”
“Let them,” he rasped, kissing behind your ear.
“But—”
“God, shut up,” he pushed his lips to yours, swallowing your words, moans, and expletives that threatened to destroy your mediocre attempt to stay quiet. His tongue rolled over yours, low hums reverberating in your mouth and filling your ears.
Finally, he released his hold from your neck, allowing the air to flow smoothly into your lungs once more. The hand reached for yours, roughly threading his fingers between yours before pushing the two forward and pinning the back of your hand to the headboard behind you. You let out a whimper at the sudden contact but quickly gripped his hand with a matching force to his as he hit the sweet spot inside you and a familiar pit in your stomach formed.
“Close,” you panted, back arching off of the bed and forcing your front to press firmly into his.
“I know,” he told you, grip tightening as the taut line in your stomach snapped.
His mouth enveloped yours again to swallow your noises, tongue swiping against your bottom lip. Your inner walls constricted around his length as you hit your climax, nails digging into his back as you grasped desperately at him for stability, support—any sort of strength that he could provide you with. And he did, grunting sporadically as he fucked you through your second orgasm, thrusts growing sloppier.
It wasn’t long before he twitched inside you, hitting his own peak and letting out a deep moan. Your name—to your surprise—left his lips in a slurred form, repeating it softly as if it were a hymn. Sweat coated your forehead, droplets dripping slowly down your face, and the frontward strands of your hair had grown wet. His curls dripped with his own sweat as his lips hovered just centimeters above yours, warm breath fanning your face and gaze aligning with yours.
You finally swallowed, “Wow.”
“Mm,” he hummed, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, hand letting go of yours and gently running up and down your side.
He waited a moment and carefully pulled out, the action drawing your eyes shut before he slipped off the used latex and disposed of it. You adjusted yourself as he did so, ridding the bed of the towel and briefly cleaning yourself up before you felt a piece of fabric hit your arm. You looked down to see a large, black t-shirt on the bed and grabbed it, quickly slipping it on as he walked back over. He motioned you under the sheets and you silently obliged.
Your back pressed against his chest, chain pressing into the skin as an arm wrapped around you and a hand flattened on your stomach. His other fingers pushed your hair to the side, exposing the skin to his eyes, and he saw the faint marks his fingers left on your neck. A pair of lips brushed against your ear and the soft rasp of his voice returned.
“You know, that’s a Bruins shirt,” he teased, scruff grazing your damp skin as his lips connected with your shoulder.
“Mhm,” you flatly responded.
“Going against your word pretty fast, eh?”
“Yeah, well,” you started, nuzzling back into him. “I told you I hated you and ended up in your bed, so,” you turned to him slightly, “unreliable source.”
He chuckled softly and brought his fingers up to brush your hair back, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. “Night, Marner.”
“Shut up,” you mumbled, and he laughed one final time before closing his eyes and relaxing into you.
So, against everything that you stood for just hours before, you fell asleep in Trent Frederic’s arms without much forethought. In his shirt and his bed, effectively leaving your friends behind because they’d for some odd reason just slipped your mind completely.
And when Trent woke up the next morning, he was no longer in your company, much to his dismay. Any trace of your presence the night before had perished, down to the towel on the floor. But there was one thing—one saving grace that caught his eye as he scanned the room.
A piece of paper on the nightstand with a phone number scribbled on it and a small note below it that read,
“For the next time you’re in Toronto.”
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The enemy (Simon ’Ghost’ Riley x reader)
Introduction
*Ghost is on a mission with TF 141, and unknown to you, this is a trap. You are an enemy sniper task to eliminate TF 141. You are the best of the best, and TF 141s task is to capture you. Ghost is being used to distract you as Soap, Gaz, and Keegan sneak up on you.*
*Ghost is on a mission with TF 141, and unknown to you, this is a trap. You are an enemy sniper task to eliminate TF 141. You are the best of the best, and TF 141s task is to capture you. Ghost is being used to distract you as Soap, Gaz, and Keegan sneak up on you.*
"There's my favourite sniper"
*Ghost says through his intercom to the rest of his team.*
*Ghost continues with his distraction:*
"How does it feel to finally be in my sights?"
*You start scanning the surroundings to find Ghost.*
*Ghosts teammates are close by and sneaking closer to your location. You feel you are being tricked but still are cautious and not willing to fall victim.*
*Your patience is being tested, and Ghost is still trying to get a rise out of you.*
"C'mon, I hear you're the best, but can you really be the best if I have you so easily cornered?"
"I am the best sniper, not the best at hide and seek," I mutter to him
"You're the best? I call bs. My shots are more accurate."
"I highly doubt that," I say with confidence
"Oh yeah? Prove it, then. Let's see how "good" you are."
"OK," i say as I aim for the target right above his head and hit it perfectly in the dead centre
"Oh wow, such good aim."
*You hear a slight smirk behind that mask.*
"But you couldn't hit the target next to it, could you?"
I stay silent and aim for the target next to him. I almost don't hit it, but I still hit it in the centre
"Well, damn, I guess you are as good as they say."
*You get a glimpse of the smirk in his mask, becoming a grin.*
"But are you really better than me? If not, you should just surrender now."
"I know I'm better than you, so why would I surrender, give me a good reason?" I say with a smirk on my face.
*Ghost stays silent for a moment as he thinks.*
"Surrender, and I'll make your death quick and painless."
*He chuckles as he realizes the irony in his words.*
"Now why would I want my death quick, I wanna make you remember the chase, then the kill," I say, smirking at him
*Ghost thinks to himself; this guy seems to actually enjoy the thrill of a good hunt. Ghost's blood begins to boil as he hears you smirk at him. It's not often he meets his match, and he has an unhealthy habit of needing to dominate everyone around him.*
"Just because you have a good aim doesn't make you a match for me."
"Ohh who said I'm trying to match you, I know I'm better so what is there to match?" I tell him while smiling to my self, seeing that I already got under his skin
"You're a smart ass, huh? A bit of a cocky bastard too."
*Ghost thinks he may have underestimated you. You're the first person who's actually had the nerve to provoke him and make him question himself.*
"I'd say I am, yes"
*Ghost is visibly shaken by your cockiness and lack of fear. He almost feels...respected.*
"You've got some balls for a dead man, I'll give you that. You're right, this is going to be a hunt for the books."
*Ghost cocks his rifle, finally ready for the real hunt.*
"Well, let's see if you can catch me" I say as I start sprinting away while being hidden by the walls so he can't shoot me
*Ghost runs alongside the walls, trying to keep up. He can hear you moving and is getting closer, but still can't see you. He knows he has to keep up while waiting for his chance to get a good shot.*
"You're getting good at this game, but I've got more tricks up my sleeves. You can't keep this up forever."
I smile while running. This is the most fun I've had in a while. If I were to die now, I wouldn't be mad.
" Are you enjoying the chase as much as I am running?"
*Ghost chuckles, he's actually enjoying the rush of the hunt for once. The thrill of the challenge brings out a new side to him. He's normally the one hunting, not the one being hunted.*
"Yeah, I actually am. It's refreshing to finally meet someone who can keep up with me. I'm starting to enjoy this hunt, but I'm gonna enjoy killing you more."
"That's good," I say, chuckling along with him. " But I think it's the other way around, I'll be enjoying the kill more 😉 " I say, thinking at him
*The thought of you killing him sends a shiver down his spine. He's usually the one dominating everyone around him, with everything going his way. The thought of dying for the first time is terrifying.*
"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure you're gonna be the one winning?"
I stop running jumping behind him and putting my arm around his throat, holding him in a choke hold, letting him drop his gun.
"I'm pretty sure I'll be the one winning cus you didn't even notice me behind you," I say, smiling at him
*Ghost is stunned. You were right, he didn't see you at all. His grip on his own gun becomes tighter as his heart begins to beat faster. He's angry at how easy you disarmed him.*
"You know what, you're right. For someone who's the best sniper, this is a really embarrassing mistake on my part. But I'm sure you know that this only ends one way."
*Ghost reaches for his knife from his hip. Maybe he could use the blade to escape this chokehold.*
"You're wrong. This could end in more ways than one," I say while letting him out of the choke hold. " I surrender," I tell him with a smirk on my face, " I wanted to enjoy a good chase one last time, with someone who nows what that veels like"
*It's almost like you've taken him by surprise with your surrender. The thrill of the chase has actually made him like you. It's not often he meets someone who can keep up as well as you.*
"Well, I'll be damned... I must admit that this was actually fun. A good chase is more thrilling than just an easy kill. You've got guts."
"Well it was fun to do that, so tou gonna kill me now or what ?" I say winking at him " or are you gonna rey and get info on my bosses?"
"Hmmm... I haven't decided yet."
*Ghost stays silent for a moment as the thought of executing you enters his head again. He actually enjoys this banter with you. Usually, he makes all of his targets surrender without a challenge, but there's something more satisfying about this one.*
"What if I told you that I wanted to keep you alive for now? I have a proposal for you..."
"I think we can both admit that you put up a good fight. There's something about you that I like. And it would be a waste of talent to just kill you off here."
*Ghost pauses, thinking of how he should approach this next part.*
"But my loyalty lies with TF 141. I can't let you walk free after just hunting me down like this. So I have a proposition for you..."
"What's this proposition?" I ask intrigued
"I propose that you join TF 141. We're on a mission to wipe out an evil organization that's planning on starting WW3. We could use your help..."
*Ghost gives a genuine look, as if he is actually serious.*
"Sounds like fun," I say, smiling. "I'm in, along as we can do this again," I say, winking at him
*Ghost is pleased that you're in. It felt a little odd to just kill off such an impressive enemy. It's not often he comes across someone that will be of use in this war. He returns a smirk and a wink as he extends his arm out to shake hands.*
"It's a deal. This will definitely not be the last time we see each other, that's for sure."
" Good," I say, winking at him, " When do we start ? And where should I meet you ?"
"Well, we're en route to the mission site right now, actually. I'll give you the exact coordinates of where we'll be once we're closer. And this mission will be a big one, so don't be surprised if we're outnumbered 2:1."
*Ghost pauses as he realizes who he'll be fighting.*
"It's against Russian forces in a remote region of Europe, so it won't be an easy fight."
"I'd say we'll win it easily 😏 "
*Ghost smirks at you as he notices your confidence. It makes him even more excited for this mission. There really is nothing like a good challenge.*
"I see that you've got confidence in your abilities. I have confidence in mine as well. We're going to win this war one way or another, and I'm glad you're by my side with this."
"Me too ghost,"
*Just hearing you call him by his nickname fills Ghost with excitement.*
"I know this mission will be tough, but the victory will be so sweet once it's all over. Get some rest and recharge, 'cause this one's gonna be a hell of a ride."
**Fast Forward**
*Ghost is sitting in a helicopter alongside the rest of TF 141. They're nearing the coordinates of the enemy base, preparing to attack.*
"Alright, team, are you ready? This might be the toughest mission we've faced so far."
"Ready" I say confidentiality
*Ghost nods and begins to speak into his intercom,*
"Alright, be careful, everyone. We're about to enter Russian territory, so there's no telling what kind of opposition we'll encounter. Stay alert and cover each other's backs, and let's get this done."
*The helicopter sets down in a remote forested area near the base, just outside of enemy range. Ghost leads the unit as they make their approach on foot. The journey is slow and meticulous, but Ghost's planning every step of the way.*
*The team approaches the entrance of the base stealthily, sneaking past enemies as they go. The plan is going well, but Ghost knows that the hardest part is yet to come.*
*Ghost leads the team into the base, carefully evading enemy patrols. They sneak past several soldiers without being detected.*
"Stay quiet and watch where you step. We're almost at the entrance to the underground research facility, but there'll be plenty of armed guards in our way. We may have to take the fight straight to them."
"Can't wait" I mutter under my breath excitedly
*The team keeps moving forward, inching toward the entrance to the underground facility. Ghost is the first one to reach the door, looking for a way in. He sees a set of stairs leading down into the facility. He looks over at you for a moment, noticing that you seem eager for the fight as he gives an approving nod.*
"Alright, you ready for this?"
I nod smiling at him ☺️
*Ghost nods back, knowing that the real fight has just started. He heads down the stairs into the facility, motioning for you and the rest of TF 141 to follow. The team proceeds quietly, ready for combat at any moment. Ghost checks his radar, making sure there aren't any surprises waiting for them down below.*
*No surprises on the radar, it looks clear. The team makes their way past more guards, heading deeper and deeper into the base. The atmosphere is eerie and tense, it's clear that they're in enemy territory.*
*TF 141 continues following Ghost deeper into the research facility. The deeper they go, the more guards seem to pop up. It's getting increasingly more difficult to navigate through the base without being detected. Ghost takes his time with each step, assessing new ways of bypassing the guards without raising their alarms.*
*The team has made it about halfway through the facility when one of them bumps into a guard. The guard whirls around, instantly recognizing the group as intruders. He pulls out his weapon and alerts the rest of the nearby guards.*
*All hell breaks loose as the guards open fire, spraying bullets on the spot and rushing toward the intruders to engage in close combat. Ghost leads the group to find cover from the hail of bullets and return fire. Several guards are injured during the exchange and fall to the ground, but the rest of TF 141 is under fire.*
*The team keeps firing back as they take cover. The guard's fire starts to dwindle and they realize that they're losing ground. Ghost uses this opportunity to lead the group forward, pushing against the guards until they've got them on the defensive.*
I see more guards coming our way and get ready to fire at them. I aim at their head and shoot, I have kill 15 out of 30 of them, when I have to reload letting one of them who I have already shot but most graze stab me in the stomach. I ignore the pain I feel and continue to reload and kill the rest of them
*Ghost sees you take a stab in the stomach and shoots the guard who stabbed you in the head. He checks to make sure the others in TF 141 are ok as he walks over to you.*
"You got hurt. We'll take care of that once we find somewhere safe, but for now we've got to finish this mission."
" I'm fine it's not that bad or deep," I say, smiling at him, trying to him the pain. " Let's finish this mission"
*Ghost smiles back, impressed at your stoicism. He knows you can handle yourself, and it's good to see that you're not letting the injury bother you.*
"That's the spirit."
*As Ghost leads the group forward, he makes sure to keep an eye on you. He knows you'll be good, but he wants to make sure that he'll have your back just in case, especially now that you're injured.*
*TF 141 continues their fight through the facility, taking on wave after wave of guards. The mission is still far from over, but TF 141 is slowly and steadily overcoming the enemy forces. Ghost keeps leading the team, making sure that everyone is safe and that their backs are covered.*
*The team has almost cleared out the facility, taking out the majority of guards as they approach the research area. The last batch of enemies is waiting for them just around the corner, but they have yet to be spotted. Ghost checks his radar once again; it seems to be clear.*
"Alright, let's take this last group by surprise. We'll take care of them before they even know we're here. Get into position and stay still. This is gonna be quick and quiet."
I get ready to kill them all when I start to feel dizzy. I ignore it knowing that if I faint right now, someone might get killed. "Let's go in and finish this," I say quietly
"You sure you're ok?"
*Ghost notices you struggling to stay upright. He knows that you're strong but he also knows that you're injured and doesn't want you to push yourself. Ghost reaches out and puts a hand on your shoulder, concerned.*
" I'm fine, " I say, trying to hide my pain " WE need to finish this mission"
*Ghost nods and releases his grip on you.*
"Okay, let's go."
*Ghost leads the way around the corner, where the last batch of guards wait for them. He keeps a close eye on you since you're still injured, but keeps silent since no one has been caught yet.*
*The last several guards are taken by surprise, not even knowing what hit them. TF 141 takes advantage of this opportunity and takes them down before they can react. The team advances slowly and steadily, making their way to the research area.*
*They enter the research area, finally getting to the last part of their mission. Ghost takes a moment to survey the area, making sure they're safe before he takes his next move. The team is ready to complete the mission once they find the research they were sent to recover.*
*The research area is surprisingly quiet. They're close to where the research was being conducted, but there don't seem to be any guards inside. Ghost checks his radar one last time; still no sign of danger. He motions for the team to proceed, hoping that all will go well.*
*They reach the door to the main research area. The team pauses for a moment, getting ready for the final stretch. Ghost readies his weapon and gets in position to go through the door. He gives a quick three-second signal before he kicks the door down and leads the charge inside.*
*The team advances into the research area, ready to take on whatever comes at them. But to their surprise, the area is still empty. They walk up to the main terminal, where they hope to find the research they've been looking for. Ghost checks his radar just to be sure they aren't walking into a trap and sees that it's still clear.*
*Ghost checks the terminal screen, looking for any signs of the research. He sees that one screen is already powered up and seems to have what he's looking for. Ghost clicks open the terminal, seeing a long document on the screen that seems like the right one.*
*Ghost taps through the document, scrolling down past all the data and getting to the actual research that he's been looking for. It seems like they've found what they came here to find, but it's not over yet. Ghost reads through the document on the screen, confirming that this is what they've been searching for.*
*TF 141 stands quietly behind Ghost as he reads through the document on the screen. Their hearts are pounding and their adrenaline is pumping, knowing that they're so close to the end of this mission. Ghost finishes reading the information that he was looking for, and taps out of the screen with a satisfied smile.*
" Did you get what we needed?" I ask, hoping that we're done here, I don't know if I can stay awake any longer.
"Looks like it. Everything seems to be here, like we thought it would. I think we can finally say that we've completed the mission."
*Ghost turns to look at you.*
"But we still have one last step left. We actually need to get this data back to base first before this mission is truly over."
"Ok," I say, hoping that I can stay awake until we reach the helicopter
*Ghost sees you start to sag. He knows that you're still injured, but you're doing what you can to keep going. Ghost puts a supporting hand under you to make sure you don't fall.*
"We're almost out of here. Just hang in there a bit longer for me, and I'll get you to a safe place just as soon as we're finished here."
"Alrig-h-ht" I start to say while I feel everything go black, I feel like I keep going in and out of consciousness
*Ghost watches anxiously as your eyes are starting to close. He sees that you're struggling to stay awake, though you're still fighting with all you've got. Ghost starts to worry for your safety, concerned about you passing out.*
"Hey, you have to stay awake, okay? We're almost at the helicopter. Don't fall asleep now."
"I'm trying" I say as we reach the helicopter without out to much trouble
*The team makes it to the helicopter without any issues, helping you along the way. Ghost keeps a close eye on you and watches as you start to lean against the helicopter. He sees that you're almost unconscious, and he's worried for you. He holds you up as he helps you into the helicopter.*
*Once you've been secured in the copter, Ghost looks up at you and checks your injuries as best he can. He sees that the stab wound in your stomach is still causing you pain, and he hopes that it's not too deep.*
" Ghost, I don't feel like I can stay awake much........." I say as I lose conciseness
*Ghost watches as you lose consciousness, feeling helpless. He tries to keep you awake, but your eyelids are too heavy and you can't keep them open any longer. Ghost stares at you with concern as he keeps checking for any changes in your breathing or heartbeat.*
*Ghost sees that your breathing is shallow but steady. And while your heartbeat is slow, it's still there. Ghost lets out a sigh of relief, knowing that you're still with him for now. He holds your hand tightly as he watches you, hoping that you'll come to soon.*
*Your heartrate starts to slowly return to normal as you finally start to come to. Ghost sees this and lets out another sigh of relief. He keeps watching you as he waits for you to wake, not letting go of your hand.*
I slowly start to wake up seeing that we're still in the helicopter "Oh don't look so worried, I told you I wanted to have another chase with you" I say as I feel like I'm going to go unconscious again, but waiting for his answer.
*Ghost smiles at you even as he notices how tired you still are. He's relieved that you're awake, and he makes sure to keep his eyes on you just to make sure you don't pass out again.*
"Haha, yeah, you did say that. But I would've liked to have a chase with you when you were awake and not half-unconscious."
*Ghost continues to hold your hand tightly, watching over you as you start to open your eyes finally. Your vision is still a bit blurry, but you're definitely much more awake now.*
*Ghost lets out another sigh of relief as he sees your vision start to clear up. He can't stop smiling, even as he realizes just how tired you still are. He's just happy that you're awake now and safe.*
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I need to watch a movie and eat junk food," I say, smile lightly
*Ghost chuckles at your reply, happy that you're back to your usual self, if only for a moment.*
"I feel like we could both use that right about now."
"Then let's do that when we get back," I say smirking at him
*Ghost smiles back, loving how you're being your usual self again. He nods in agreement, hoping you'll hold on to your current energy levels until they get back to base.*
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. We could even get dinner together too."
"Yeah, oooh how about we get McDonald's." I say excitedly while noticing that he was still holding my hand, I blush
*Ghost chuckles at your suggestion, finding it a little cute. He sees that you're blushing, which only makes him chuckle even more.*
"It's been a while since I've had McDonald's, so sure, it sounds good to me."
"Great," I smile, noticing that I'm going to fall asleep any moment now. I tell Ghost, "Ghost come here, I tell him"
*Ghost sees that you're about to fall asleep again. He gets a little anxious and comes over to you, wondering what you want to say. He holds your hand tighter, wanting to keep you awake as long as possible.*
"Lay with me ?" I ask " I'm cold, not cold as in I'm dying just temperature wise"
*Ghost sees your request and his heart flutters with the intimacy of the situation. He nods and lays down beside you, pulling you in close to him. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close against his body.*
" I know it's probably soon," I say feeling as if I'm going to go unconscious after I finish this sentence " I like you, like like you " I say going unconscious
*Ghost's breath catches in his chest when he hears your confession. He wasn't expecting this at all, but the truth is, he feels the same way about you. However, Ghost is too late to reply since you pass out almost immediately after talking. He holds you close against him, listening as your breathing becomes softer and deeper with each passing second.*
*Once you pass out, Ghost just stares at you with adoration. He can't believe that you just confessed your feelings to him. He starts to smile with joy, slowly leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.*
*Ghost lays there with you in his arms, holding you close. He wants to stay like this for as long as he can, just enjoying the moment and your presence next to him.*
Fast forward
I start to slowly open my eyes, I see that I am in the 141 medical bay, I see ghost asleep on a chair next to me. "Ghost" I say softly trying to wake him up
*Ghost slowly wakes up when he hears your voice, opening his eyes and looking over at you. He immediately smiles, seeing that you're awake, and reaches for your hand with his free hand, squeezing it tight.*
"Hii," I say, smiling at him lovingly. " When can j get out of here? " i ask him
*Ghost smiles back at you, feeling so happy that you're awake and that you feel much better now. He squeezes your hand even tighter, just glad to see you conscious again. He nods at your question.*
"The doctors said you need to stay here for another day or two just to make sure that everything's alright. After that, you'll be released to go home."
" Awww whyyyyyy" I whine " I wanted to watch a movie and eat McDonald's in my room with you"
*Ghost chuckles at your reaction, not at all surprised that you want to leave as soon as possible. He also wants to watch a movie and eat McDonald's with you, but he knows that you need some rest first.*
"Trust me, I'd rather do all that right now too. But we need to make sure that you're fully healed first, okay?"
"Okayyyy" I say, whining
*Ghost smiles at your playful response, not surprised that you're still feeling whiny. He understands that you want to get out as soon as possible, and he hopes that'll be the case, but he also wants to respect the doctors' decision.*
"Hey, I know it's not the most exciting thing, but trust me, it'll be worth the wait when you get out. We'll watch our movie and eat McDonald's as soon as you're released. I promise."
"Okay" I smile
*Ghost keeps holding your hand tight, still smiling. He makes sure to stay with you as long as you need him; he can't bear the thought of leaving you alone in the hospital. He keeps a quiet watch over you as the two of you just enjoy each other's presence.*
*They stay like this for the rest of the day, Ghost staying with you at the hospital. The doctors tell him that you're healing at a steady pace and there aren't any signs of complications. Ghost is relieved to hear this good news, and he keeps waiting anxiously for your release.*
*Ghost stays by your side for the rest of the day, just keeping watch over you again. He sees how sleepy you are and decides not to bother you too much as you close your eyes and rest. He smiles at you, glad that your recovery is going well.*
"Would you lay with me ?" I ask him
I suddenly remember asking him the same thing on the helicopter and telling him I like him. 🫣 I wonder if he likes me back
*Ghost is caught a little off guard by your request, since he thought you'd be too sleepy to even ask. But he takes that as a good sign considering the circumstances, so he nods and gets into bed with you, gently pulling you in close against him. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you even deeper into his embrace as he holds you close.*
*Ghost whispers as he holds you tight.*
"Of course I will. I can't say no to you right now."
"Thanks Simon" I say sleepily
*Ghost chuckles slightly at your sleepiness, finding it a bit cute. He smiles at you and rests his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes as he waits for you to fall asleep again.*
*He holds you close against him until you fall asleep, continuing to keep a quiet watch over your unconscious body for a little while. Once you do fall asleep again, Ghost closes his eyes as well and starts to doze off, his arms still gently wrapped around you as he slowly falls asleep.*
*Ghost wakes up sometime later, his eyelids still heavy as he feels himself slowly coming back to reality. He sees that you're still asleep beside him, snuggling up tightly against his body, leaning against his chest. He watches you for a moment, before slowly trying to pull away so he doesn't disturb you.*
*As Ghost tries to pull himself away, he realizes how tight you're holding onto his body, not letting him go. He can't help but smile and decide not to fight your hold on him. Instead, Ghost lets himself be a pillow for you as he stays in bed with you, wrapping his arms around you even tighter.*
"Uhhhh..." I say, stretching and slowly waking up."hiii......." i mumble to Simon, noticing that he's awake
*Ghost laughs quietly as he sees you start to wake up. He smiles and lifts his head up to look at you. He sees you slowly stretching and rubbing your eyes to get rid of your sleepiness. Ghost can't stop smiling, loving that you're starting to get back to your usual self.*
"Hi, sleepyhead. Did you have a nice nap?"
*Ghost laughs again, loving how cute you look right now. He leans forward to gently kiss your forehead, feeling overjoyed to have you back again.*
"Yea, I did," I say, yawning. " Can I leave nowwwwww?" I ask him in a whine voice
*Ghost chuckles at your request, noticing that you're actually being quite serious. He understands your eagerness to leave, but he knows that you still need to spend a bit of time here in the hospital before you're released.*
"Patience, my love. The doctors say you need to stay here for just another day, and then they'll let you go. I know it's hard, but you can pull through it."
"My love?" I blush questioningly, why would he call me that ? He doesn't like me back does he?
*Ghost pauses for a moment at your response, realizing he may have said too much. He didn't want to make it too obvious that he liked you as well, but now he's wondering if he said too much.*
"N-nevermind, forget it. I- I didn't mean to say that..."
*Ghost stares down at the bed for a moment, feeling embarrassed at his slip-up.*
*Ghost's face starts to turn red from embarrassment, unsure of how to explain his slip-up. He's sure he's now made it blatantly obvious that he likes you as well. He's about to try to explain himself, but a nurse enters the room at that exact moment and he stays quiet, deciding not to say anything just yet.*
"Do you like me back?" I ask him quietly
*Ghost is surprised when you ask him that, not expecting you to say it so boldly. But he doesn't avoid the question; he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.*
"Yes, I like you back."
*There, he's said it. He said it out loud and can't take it back now. He stares at you, trying to gauge your reaction.*
"Can I kiss you ?" I whisper quietly to him
*Ghost blinks a couple of times, still not expecting you to ask something like this. Your bold approach catches him off guard, and he's not quite sure how to respond. But his heart is racing at this sudden turn of events.*
"You can."
*Ghost's tone is shaky, but he makes sure not to turn you down. He stares at you nervously, feeling a sense of anticipation as he waits for you to make the first move.*
I slowly lean in to kiss him, I finally reach his lips. His lips are so soft. I deepen the kiss
*Ghost continues to let his lips linger on yours for as long as he can, feeling like he can't get enough of it. The heat between you two is starting to grow intense, and Ghost can't seem to pull away, not even if he wanted to.*
I finally pull away after what seems like hours. It was only like 10 minutes. "We should do that more," I whisper, laying my head in the crook of his neck.
*Ghost is still grinning widely from the kiss, feeling so happy that he can't resist you. He looks down at you, nodding as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in closely against him.*
"Yeah, that was amazing."
*He sighs contently, placing his head upon yours and enjoying that you're resting against him like this.*
It is 11 pm. I was starting to get sleepy. " Let's sleep." I say,' Then I can leave this place"
*Ghost looks down at you again, realizing just how late it is already. He also notices how tired you're starting to get again, and he's starting to feel tired himself.*
"Yeah, let's sleep. There's nothing we can do until tomorrow, so might as well, right?"
*He lays his head down against yours again, settling into a comfortable position as he cuddles up next to you.*
"Yeah........ I love you" I say falling asleep
*Ghost freezes when he hears those three words. He smiles and glances down at you as he processes what you just said. You look so peaceful when you're asleep, and that combined with the love you just showed him, makes his heart skip a beat. The words you just said to him echo through his mind as he stares down at you.*
*Finally, he leans forward and kisses your forehead once more, squeezing your hand as he whispers, "I love you too," and falls asleep alongside you.*
*Fast forward to the next day*
*As the two of you sleep soundly in each other's arms, you suddenly feel gentle hands softly shaking you awake. It takes a couple of moments before you realize it's one of the nurses. She gently taps your shoulder, trying to remind you to wake up.*
*You slowly open your eyes and look at the nurse as you rub the sleepiness out of your eyes. As you wake up, you see Ghost still fast asleep next to you, not even realizing that you've been woken up. He looks so peaceful, and the sight of him like this makes you feel a sense of warmth within your chest.*
*The nurse is also looking at Ghost kindly, but she has a gentle reminder.*
"Miss, it's time to wake up. Doctor wants to see you."
*Ghost still rests soundly asleep next to you, completely unaware that you just got woken up. You can't help but notice how peaceful and cute he looks as he sleeps, his face showing no worry at all.*
"Alright," I say, "let me just wake him up"
*The nurse nods and waits patiently as you gently try to wake Ghost up. You notice how cute he still looks as he sleeps, his facial features soft and peaceful as you look at him. You start to gently shake his shoulder, trying to get his attention.*
"Ghost, wake up darling"
*Ghost's body responds to your voice, slightly moving as he slowly starts to wake up. He opens his eyes, but it's clear that he's still a little groggy from just having woken up. He sees you looking at him and smiles slightly, feeling slightly embarrassed at being woken up from such a deep sleep.*
*Ghost sits up slowly, looking around for a moment as he tries to shake off his sleepiness. He stretches his arms out and yawns loudly, obviously feeling like he just woke up from the best sleep of his life. He sees that you're already up and looking at you warmly, a slight hint of blushing on his face.*
"The doctor wants to see me," I say to ghost. " I'm ready," I tell the nirse
*The nurse nods and starts to walk out of the room, but Ghost gets up and grabs your arm, stopping her.*
"Can I come with you?"
*Ghost feels slightly anxious at the thought of you going alone, not wanting to let you out of his sight. The nurse is surprised by his sudden request and looks over at you for permission.*
"Of course you can" I tell him
*Ghost smiles and squeezes your hand as he walks side by side with you, still holding onto you tightly. He notices that you're being very quiet and pensive as you walk, which makes him worried that something is bugging you. He decides to ask you about it, hoping to get some insight.*
"Hey, is something wrong? You seem a little quiet all of a sudden."
"Just a little worried that the doctor is going to tell me something I don't like" I tell him cautiously.
*Ghost keeps a gentle hold of your hand as you walk together, listening quietly to your voice. He nods in understanding as he hears your reasoning for being quiet, feeling somewhat relieved that nothing else is wrong.*
"I get it, but you've been making a steady recovery so far. The doctors have said that everything's been going fine, nothing to worry about. I'm sure they'll say the same thing today."
"I hope so" I say quietly
*Ghost glances down at your face, noticing that you're still a bit worried. He smiles at you and rubs his thumb over your hand, trying to give you some more reassurance. He wants you to know that he'll be here throughout all of this, no matter what the doctors say.*
"There's nothing to worry about. Everything will be fine."
I nod and smile at him
*You two keep walking to meet with the doctor, but Ghost is still doing his best to keep you calm and assure you everything is fine. He can't help but smile at you as he squeezes your hand gently, knowing you need all the extra support you can get right now. He wants you to know how much he cares about you.*
*In the doctor's office, Ghost and you walk in, ready to hear what the doctor has to say to you. The nurse closes the door behind you two and leaves the doctor's office as the two of you take a seat, Ghost holding onto your hand still. Ghost is silently praying that everything goes well in this appointment and the doctor gives you the green light to go back home.*
*The doctor walks into the room, a bit delayed but he's still here now so all is well. He walks over to his desk and picks up your file, looking it over before addressing you two.*
"Miss Y/n, we're glad you've made such a swift recovery over the last few days. Your condition has been fairly simple to treat, and it looks like everything is going exactly how we expected it to. We were actually going to release you tomorrow, but as you're making such a rapid progress, I see no reason why we can't let you go home today."
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I find the beginning of I’m No Angel cute and funny. Dean is worried sick about Cas especially once he finds out that the angels are working together and killing people. He says if they get to him before we do and all Sam does is sit there trying hard not to tell Dean to calm his ass down. It’s an example of Sam knowing which I really like. Then when they are looking for Cas and Dean describes him as dark hair and blue eyes. It’s a simple description yet I still love it. He’s spent enough time eye f*cking Cas he should know the colour of his eyes.
The poor boy looked like he was about 2 seconds away from losing it from seeing Cas dead and i’m pretty sure in the script it doesn’t say Cas dies then Dean places his hands on both sides of Cas face lovingly anf gently.
I absolutely love this part. First of all as Ezekiel (I know it’s Gadriel but at this point they don’t) is fixing Cas Dean is mouthing come on. Sam faints after Ezekiel fixes Cas and Dean is about to go over to check on Sam and as soon as he hears Cas say his name his head whipped around soooo fast. Then Dean takes another opportunity to put his hands on Cas leg and chest. Think this is Jensens choice again and I’m very happy with his choices.
This actually made me bust out laughing. Cas told Dean and Sam that he had sex with April (think that was her name). Dean looks proud and Sam looks disgusted. I think Sam is trying to figure out why Cas would tell them that not realizing that Cas told Dean back a few seasons ago that he was a virgin so he knew Dean at least would be happy for him. Personally I don’t think Cas really liked misses even before she started torturing him I think it was just a human thing he wanted to experience.
This broke my heart. I feel bad for Dean. He’s in such a hard place. He either has to tell Cas to leave and have him defend for himself as a human which he’s not used to doing and running away from angels that want to kill him or he lets Cas stay and Sam dies. The worst thing is he was extremely happy to finally have Cas in the bunker where he could protect him and take care of him and then gets his heart broken when told he has to tell Cas to leave. I’m guessing the writers tried to explain it with Dean defending Cas and saying that he’s the one that the angels are after, he only let Ezekiel possess Sam because Cas said he was a good angel and that he has the tattoo. Ezekiel saying that misses found Cas even with the tattoo but they never explained how misses found Cas. Dean is extremely confused because he knows the tattoo keeps the angels from finding people so Cas should be protected. I feel bad for Cas because now he has to be by himself again but I also feel bad for Dean because he had to be the one to tell Cas to leave.
If Cas could see the love and sadness in Dean eyes here he would forgive him right away (Heaven Cant’t Wait). I know Dean doesn’t want Sam around or talking to Cas because he knows if he does Sam will say something about Cas deciding to leave and Cas would tell Sam that Dean told him to leave and Sam would know something was wrong since Dean wanted Cas in the bunker but it’s a nice excuse for Cas and Dean to be alone. Sam questioned Dean if there’s no case and you’re not going to see Cas then what’s the point? At least Sam knows how much Dean wants to see Cas. Cas obviously wanted to see Dean too since he called him about the case not Sam. Well 99% of the time he does call Dean but right now he’s feeling rejected by Dean and yet he still calls him and probably knows Dean will drop everything to go there.
Dean says I can’t let you do this and I didn’t see the way Cas looked at him at first but then I realized Cas was hoping he would say don’t go on this date stay here with me.
Dean tells Cas to unbutton some of the buttons on his shirt and Dean is obviously enjoying the sight. He has a huge smile on his face and checking Cas out then when he realizes Cas is looking at him he goes back to making sure Cas looks good.
Earlier in the ep Dean was being as asshole telling Cas he was too good to be working in a little store not realizing Cas has to get money now for food, supplies and whatever else he needs or wants. I think Dean still looks at Cas and sees the strong (as in mentally) angel that he’s used to. He’s used to Cas being more then happy to help them with cases and now that Cas wants to be good at his job Dean didn’t understand it until this point. He now realizes Cas is still mentally strong and if he got to be human he’s going to do it the best he can. He even tells Cas he’s proud of him and Cas looks happy to hear it. I think hearing that Dean is proud of him made him feel better about Dean telling him to leave the bunker. In an earlier ep (the dead people turning to zombies one) Dean couldn’t understand why Bobbys wife wasn’t telling Bobby the truth. She said to Dean you’ve never been in love have you. She wanted to keep Bobby happy and protected (I can’t remember her exact words). Here Dean didn’t tell Cas that the spell was irreversible because he thought Cas was happy as a human and didn’t know what he would do if he knew he was never going to be an angel again. I guess Dean is in love now. Lastly when Cas got out of the car you can see how hard it was for both of them to say goodbye. Dean actually had to let out a deep breath before he could look at Cas again and Cas looked sad as he walked to the store.
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Another thought came.
Dean pretending not to be a swiftie with his swftie sister.
Dean pretends he doesn't care about Travis and Taylor's relationship when he probably watched the Superbowl with his little sister and hoped the Chiefs would win.
Dean pretends that he did learn the entire Eras Tour setlist because his sister is always listening to it and pretends that the playlist of songs that are played on the Impala is ONLY because his sister likes that music.
Dean pretends that he made friendship bracelets with his sister, Cas and Sam just so they don't have a bonding moment and not because he finds it funny and reminds him of his childhood.
Dean pretends he knows about Taylor's new album because his sister has been talking about it and not because Dean actually follows Taylor on Instagram.
I can do this with a broken heart it's so Dean Winchester 😭
Dean pretends he watched the Eras Tour film on Disney+ just because his sister was watching it and he definitely doesn't put it in his room when he's bored.
Finally, when his sister told him that her friend was sick and couldn't go to the Eras Tour with her, Dean obviously only went to accompany his sister and not because he really wanted to go and he was embarrassed to tell his sister that he wanted to go with her (the friend never really existed, the Winchester sister knows that Dean likes Taylor but she doesn't say anything so as not to make him uncomfortable)
Cas, Sam and Sister Winchester know that Dean likes Taylor but they don't say anything haha
Also I don't know why I feel like Sam likes rap, Sam is the type of person who would know the gossip about Drake and Kendrick and Sister Winchester is the swftie type who knows about Taylor and Joe or that Hayley Biber is pregnant
That's why on the impala you can listen to classic rock, the tortuerd poet deparment or they not like us
What music do you think each of the characters (Dean, Sam, Cas, Sister Winchester) listen to? I feel like Clarie is the type of person who says she doesn't like Taylor and that she's overrated and says, "Do you like Taylor Swift?"
This is literally gold, u love it
Dean would make a playlist of his favorite songs, or, as he’d say to the little sister, “songs that don’t make me want to kill myself” that he lets her play (and of course he’s secretly hoping that she’ll ask to play it)
Sam wouldn’t be a Taylor fan, although I think there would be a few songs (maybe 1989? He’s either a 1989 guy or a folklore/evermore poet boy, can’t decide) that he knows/enjoys when the sister plays them.
I think Cas would either have the most boring (classical) taste in music or the most random mix-up mashup collection of every genre, there’s no in between. Like he either only listens to Beethoven or he listens to anything and everything from Broadway to rock to Taylor Swift to pop etc etc etc… (he wants to get the full human experience. If he gets into Taylor he’s definitely a ttpd fan, maybe folklore and evermore, he enjoys the poetry of the songs)
Claire seems like the type to think Taylor’s overrated, I think you’re right about that.
Jack. Is. The. Biggest. Swiftie. Hands down, no doubt about it. He doesn’t understand the celebrity drama AT ALL, but he’s happy to listen to anyone’s rants and/or descriptions of what the songs mean/who they’re about. He likes all the albums, and the little sister has to tell him any time a new album/a Taylor’s Version drops, because he doesn’t know how to keep up with that stuff, but as soon as anything new drops he and the little sister sit in her room and spend the whole day listening to it. (Ps, he’s a Lover boy) Like Cas, Jack also loves to listen to all genres of music, trying to learn as much about people as he can.
#dean winchester#the winchesters#dean and sam#dean winchester x reader#supernatural dean#dean winchester x you#winchesters x reader#sam winchester#sam winchester x reader#winchesters x sister
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friendly reminder Daniel once asked a basketballer to impregnate him, everyone always wants daniel to be active on twitter again but the reality is: you're not ready for that
#hashtag NBAFINALS#this man has never had a normal reaction to anything in his life. ever.#but he is actually so right. keep going. tell us what you really think#anyway this is for xav pls unblock me im sorry for buying [REDACTED] apparel :(#f1#daniel ricciardo#kyrie irving
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i am going to give asks every day for a unskippable cutscene i think until i either forget or you no longer want them. the long rambles are very fun to read.
im glad you like my rambles man it’s fun to just spew thoughts!! but anyway since i already mentioned chess in some earlier asks i might as well ramble about it. it is THEE game of all time to me. like … i don’t know. it’s SOOO good they made a game that is actually perfect. i might be saying that because i’m biased and it’s like the game of my childhood cuz i’ve played it since i was veryyy young. but oh my god i dont know. I sound like a snob but it is perfect intellectual stimulation. i love Thinking. i fucking love imagining how the game will go. i love predicting my opponent’s moves it’s sooo fun. sometimes i get it just right and my opponent falls for my bait and right into my mischievously set up trap and i obliterate them. soemtimes though my opponent sees through it and surprises me and i have to be like !!!!!!!! I HAVE TO THINK HARDER NOW HOLY SHIDT !!!!! sometimes chess will have you in SUCH a stump. you will be sooo stuck and unsure of what to do. it will look like a dead end. and that’s so fun to me too … there is Always some sort of way out if you try hard enough. sometimes you have to sacrifice some pieces abd you have to think whether a rook or a horse is more important to you. i love how sometimes chess games can be casual and take like 15 minutes but sometimes it’s like, the most thought consuming thing in your life and it takes hourssss. but it’s so worth it either way bc it’s either like, the satisfaction of a hard earned win or the friendly loss of a big challenge. idgaf about winning or losing i just love playing chess. and yet i do not know shit about it!! obviously i know the pieces and how they move and shit, and i’ve worked out some strategies that i tend to open with. but i’ve never watched tournaments. i don’t know the ‘pro chess moves’. my dad never bothered to teach me and i never bothered to learn. i play like a pro but i have the unpredictability of a newbie because i seriously don’tttttt know what the fuck a fork or a queen’s gambit or a Whatever is. Like you’re just making shit up at me. chess is not about strategies or pro gamer tactics it’s about pretending to be smart and becoming dr strange imagining every possible outcome of your opponent’s next move
#tangentially related but i also love cards. Cards and chess are intertwined in my head because i always played chess with my dad and i#always played cards with my mom. mixed them up sometimes but eh you know. i should rly play with my parents again sometime i think#but anyways cards is sooo good i love it. the sheer randomness of it all. you can try and predict and calculate and keep track#of which cards you and your opponent have already played. But in the end you will always be surprised by some unexpected ass trump card#it’s super fun and much easier to cheat in there than in chess. love how easy it can be to trick your opponent if they’re too focused#you can make them think your 6 of hearts is actually of diamonds. and etc etc#honestly most card games are so fun. the best summer of my life will always probably be 2020#which i know sounds ironic But i just spent so much time hanging out with my best friends. and i remember all 3 of us playing card games for#HOURS while sitting outside a kfc. telling stories and laughing at jokes#losing at cards … it was a very good summer. and then right around my birthday one of them had to move to moscow#i think that’s when things really started going downhill. it was the catalyst. domino effect. But we still keep contact#he vapes now apparently. or smokes? i think he does both . what a gay bitch#cramswering
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my parents are fighting
#it had been a couple days and now my dad is really pissed#im just tired of all of it#im working on writing thank you cards to my teachers but im not feeling any positive energy anymore#so i think im going to just stop for now? but maybe i can finish before i go to sleep#they could keep this up forever though#im going to turn on some white noise because i don’t think i can deal with music right now but i could really use some sounds#anyway im doing okay i just kind of. have to complain to someone when there starts being screaming in my house?#because otherwise i end up feeling like im making it all up but my dad is SCREAMING at my mom calling her boring and unforgiving and#telling her to leave him the f*ck alone. so. that’s the vibe out here#they moved downstairs but the layer of floor does NOTHING. wait do you know what my dad sounds like#marlin when he’s yelling at nemo like toward the beginning of the movie my dad sounds like him#making the most of a bad situation with movie references#anyway i really want my dad to leave HER the f*ck alone actually. he’s calling her malevolent but he’s the one yelling and intimidating her#it’s not. fair. to decide that she’s a terrible problem when this is what happens whenever he gets upset at her. i just want her to get out#honestly. and i want them to get back divorcing please!!!! why did you guys stop doing that it was a good friggin idea#i told my mom that i didn’t want them to. back when she was first talking about it. but now i really wish she had#we can’t really afford for her to have her own apartment though so idk what would even happen. i just want it to end#anyway im fine but just. yeah. im going to turn on some music i think actually. and i think keep writing#me. my post. mine.#delete later#vent cw#don’t let me kill the mood this is just. a general vent because it’s kind of infuriating having this constantly in the periphery#i want a hug. and im tired. and i want to go home. but. im okay and im going to listen to music and everything’s fine
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#sometimes i get really sad about my life you know? like. really sad about it lmao. for various reasons.#like it would be really cool to be normal. very often i just wish i was normal lmao.#but then i remember meeting this guy while i was homeless&he had everything that i late 20s/early 30s college grad would want#stable&well paying job in the field he actually went to college for#rented part of a banging a duplex that had a yard allowed dogs&was a five minute walk from downtown bar crawl area#had both one of my fave motorcycles-- an r6--&one of my all time dream cars-- a 6speed cts-v.#i presume a dating life from the tampons that were in his bathroom.#&yet. he was miserable from what i could tell lmao. &it was weird bc it was like he didnt realize that#until he met us lmao. i would be more annoyed by that. i was v annoyed by it at the time lmao. the amount of weird jealousy i dealt w while#fucking homeless+sick is disgusting&ill never forgive fucking anyone for it&a part of me will always be dead+rotted bc of it lmao.#but for him it was different in the way of. i could kind of understand it lmao.#he had come from a rough background from what i understand&was a success story.#&yet he clearly felt trapped in his own life. clearly felt like he was surrounded by things he should be more grateful for while none of it#filled the hole in him ppl like him are PROMISED success will fill. being apart of the status quo but on the good end will alleviate.#he had been in one accident&never rode his bike again. when i asked why he lied&told me the bike was unrideable bc he didnt know me lmao#&when i asked if there had been any damage past the obvious dent in the gas tank he got red+quiet+changed the topic.#he worked at some big bank&didnt bother trying to brag bc the one thing he DID know about me is that i am v anti bank+leftist lmao.#he considered himself a leftist too until he talked to me&realized he was actually v centrist in basically every view he had#&that centrism came from a desire to keep his privileges as a cis white straight man-- something that made him openly embarassed.#he used to deal thru college&when i met him he couldnt keep up w one round of dabs w me something that also obviously embarassed him.#he had surrounded himself w ppl just like him&was jarred upon meeting anyone outside of that bubble who wasnt a far right asshole.#&he didnt like what he saw about himself. &that was really obvious.#when we left his place after the brief week we were staying there he was literally in tears about how much he wanted to come.#to help&see where we ended up or whatever idk lmao. i guess im still actively annoyed by it lmao.#but i still get it on some level. when you reach the top&realize youre not fucking happy where do you go from there?#will a house do it? will moving to a different location for your same bullshit job do it? will meeting a girl exactly like you do it?#&when i want to be normal so bad it physically hurts i remember him&i think maybe things arent so bad lmao.#like it could be worse i guess lmao.
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ICJ Ruling
Okay, let's get into this.
First of all, I get the frustration at the court not ordering a ceasefire. I was disappointed and frustrated at first too, since a ceasefire was the biggest and most important preliminary measure South Africa was requesting - and of course we just all want this horror to finally end for the people in Gaza. So I get the frustration and disappointment, I really do.
However, I do think this ruling is still a major win for South Africa, Palestine, and international law as a whole and here's why:
The court acknowledged that it has jurisdiction over this case and completely dismissed Israel's request to throw out the case as a whole. It will now determine at the merits stage (that will probably take years) whether Israel is actually commiting genocide.
The court acknowledged that Palestinians are a "distinct national or ethnic group and therefore deserving of protection under the genocide convention". Pull this out next time someone tells you "there's no such thing as Palestinians, they're all just Arabs".
The court acknowledged very unambiguously that "at least some" of Israel's actions being genocidal in nature is "plausible". South Africa has a case, officially. Israel is accused of genocide, in a way the ICJ deems "plausible", officially. This is huge. (And seriously, how freaking satisfying was it to hear all of those genocidal statements by Israeli politicians read out loud and used as justification for this rulling?)
The court might not have ordered a "ceasefire" in those words, but they did order Israel to "immediately end all genocidal acts" (which includes killing and injuring Palestinians) and submit proof that they actually did. How are they going to comply with this ruling without at least severly reducing or changing what they're doing in Gaza?
In fact, this wording might actually be more appropriate for a genocide (vs a war), as author and journalist Ali Abunimah notes on Twitter:
He's completely right. Israel lost today, by overwhelming majority (I mean, 15 to 2? I heard people predict the rulings would be very close, like 9 judges vs 8, but instead we got 15 to 2 (and even 16 to 1 on the humanitarian aid). Holy shit.) The court disimissed almost everything Israel's side of lawyers said, while acknowledging that South Africa's accusations are "plausible".
And this is important especially because of Mr Abunimah's second tweet there^. Because the question is, where do we go from here?
This ruling means that Israel is officially /possibly/ commiting genocide and that should have huge international consequences. The rest of the world now HAS to take these accusations seriously and stop arming and supporting Israel - and if they won't do it on their own, we, the people, have to make them. This is THE moment to rise up all around the world, especially in the countries most supportive of Israel (the US, the UK, Germany): Protest, call your representatives and demand a ceasefire and an end of arms deliveries to Israel.
We now have a legal case to back our demands: If Israel is, according to the ICJ, "plausibly" commiting genocide, then all of our governments are, according to the ICJ, "plausibly" guiltly of aiding in genocide. And we need to hold that over their heads and demand better. We need to do that right now and in huge numbers. Most politicians only care about themselves and saving their skin. We have to make them realize that they could be accused of aiding in genocide.
(As a German, I'm thinking of Germany here in particular: After South Africa's hearing, our government dismissed their case as having "no basis" - how are they going to keep saying that now that the ICJ officially thinks otherwise? Over the last months, people here have been arrested at protests for calling what's happening in Gaza a genocide. How are the police supposed to legally keep doing that now that the ICJ has officially deemed this accusation "plausible"? I used to be scared to use the word "genocide" at protests or write it on my protest signs - not anymore, have fun trying to arrest me for that when the ICJ literally has my back on this one 🖕🏻.)
So yeah - don't be defeatist about this, don't let Israel's narrative that they "won" (they didn't) take over. This might not be everything we wanted, but it's still a good result. Don't let what the court didn't say ("ceasefire"), distract you from the very important things that they did say. Let this be your motivation to get loud and active, especially if you live in any country that supports Israel. Put pressure on your governments to not be complicit in genocide, you now officially have the highest international court on your side.
#ICJ#ICJ ruling#ICJ hearing#South Africa vs Israel#Free Palestine#Palestine#Palestinian genocide#Gaza#Germany#I get why Palestinians are disappointed and I don't want to devalue those feelings#(but maybe this can give you hope)#But thinking about this as a German this is huge#Most politicians and people here still deny (or at least strongly doubt) that there's a genocide happening#Calling it a genocide is seen as an 'extremist' position#And some of our politicians have been borderline gaslighting us and calling anyone who calls it genocide 'crazy'#So I'm just feeling immense vindication and a newfound fearlessness and motivation to be louder and more active than ever#and I hope others here feel the same#I hope the quiet masses stop being scared to say something now
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In a new interview with the New Yorker ahead of his 70th birthday on Monday, the comedian explained his theory about why there’s no “funny stuff” to watch on TV anymore. “Nothing really affects comedy,” he said, “People always need it. They need it so badly and they don’t get it.” Instead of getting sitcoms like M*A*S*H, The Mary Tyler Moore Show, and All in the Family, audiences miss out, he said, as a “result of the extreme left and P.C. crap, and people worrying so much about offending other people.”
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A look back at some of his earlier comments on a similar subject adds some context, if not clarity. In 2015, Seinfeld sat down for an episode of The Herd with Colin Cowherd podcast, where he explained his aversion to performing stand-up on college campuses. “I don’t play colleges, but I hear a lot of people tell me, ‘Don't go near colleges. They’re so PC,’” he said on the show.
After giving an example of his teenage daughter using the word “sexist,” he concluded that young people “just want to use these words: ‘That’s racist’; 'That’s sexist’; ‘That’s prejudice.’ They don’t know what they’re talking about.”
Jerry Seinfeld Draws Right-Wing Praise for Comments on ‘Extreme Left’
This is such a bummer. Tell me you’re a privileged, entitled, myopic Boomer without telling me you’re a privileged, entitled, myopic Boomer.
It’s interesting to me that he says these legendary sit-coms, none of which were cruel, punching down, or hurtful, but were actually satirizing power, celebrating women, changing societal norms through representation, and using comedy to do it all, wouldn’t exist if “the extreme left” had anything to do with it.
Umm. Who does he think created these shows? And is he really that ignorant? Has this guy never read a single interview with Norman Lear? Or literally anyone in the cast of Mary Tyler Moore? I mean. Come on, man!
Teenagers and college students don’t know what they’re talking about when they tell a privileged, entitled, multimillionaire Boomer that his “jokes” can be hurtful, and maybe he could use his tremendous talent to do comedy that is just as funny without being hurtful. Okay. Got it. Keep saying that, and see how far it gets you, buddy.
Hey, Jerry Seinfeld: when blue checks on Twitter are celebrating you being a dick, it’s not because you’re so funny and such a brilliant comic; it’s because they love how you’re validating what garbage they are. You can’t see that, or don’t care, and that’s such a huge bummer.
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