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sunspray-peak · 8 months

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Ch. 43: Into the Mines Pt. 3

FLOOR 110.

“Excellent.”

Abigail hopped down the last few rungs, and dusted off her blood and dirt-caked hands with a new surge of energy. “Just what I was hoping for. Was scared the pattern wouldn’t hold—it’s a clear floor ever 10 floors. We should be safe here. Take a, uhh, bit of a break, eh? Now let’s get those sandwiches!”

He had to admire her optimistic attitude.

Sandwiches from Pierre’s, some protein bars, some bananas. It was remarkable how quickly exhaustion could melt away with a full belly. Breakfast had felt like hours ago.

It had, actually, been several hours ago. Six hours, in fact. Checking Alex’s watch—how light it felt on his wrist—it was a few hours before noon.

“I can’t believe you’ve been doing this all year,” Achilles said, pouring some water into a small bowl for Voltaire. “100 fucking floors… all by yourself… Ow!” He had accidentally scratched a cut on his forearm, causing it to well with a fresh line of blood. “Shit, that hurt.”

“Aw, poor wittle baby!” Abigail pranced over to take a closer look at the wound. “Want me to kiss it? Make it feel all better, Baby McBaby face?”

“Ha ha, very funny… my grandma used to say that to us all the time. Well. Not the Baby McBaby face part…” Achilles dribbled his water over his arm. Hmm. Likely wouldn’t need a bandage. Abigail on the other hand… “No, but seriously. I don’t know how you’ve been doing it, it’s remarkable.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Abigail said with a small bow from her seat on a flat rock. But her blue eyes darkened. “Let me tell you though… these past 5 floors… they’re worse. They were way, way worse… I haven’t ever seen this many spirits on one floor…”

“Think that means we’re close?”

“It better mean we’re close. Shit!” Abigail sighed, setting a half-eaten bologna sandwich on the ground, and buried her head in her hands. “This is… this is kinda bad, Achilles. Maybe even… real bad.”

“Should we head back?”

“No!” She leapt from the rock and took an aggressive bite from her sandwich, pointing the second half at him. “We’re close. We are close. I can feel it.”

Achilles shook his head, reaching into his backpack for some more gauze and antibiotics. He had escaped relatively unscathed so far, apart from those minor cuts. But Abigail, who had borne the brunt of the battle, was bleeding from a fresh wound on her forehead (just surface level, she insisted, though Achilles patched it up anyway).

“Should probably take care of that burn…” Achilles poured his water, still cold in the canteen, over a compress and pressed it against her forearm. “Fuck, we should bandage that cut on your neck, too…”

The more he looked at her, the more wounds he saw. Guilt began to stream through his veins, swirl among his stomach in nauseating loops.

All your fault, too, really. Had to spend the whole time defending you, isn’t that right?

And here you are. Fine. Totally fine.

He shook his head, collapsing back onto the floor and grabbing a sandwich of his own.

Close your mind, bitch…

But he was already so tired…

Tired? Yeah? Imagine how Abigail must feel…

Close your mind.

Your name is Achilles Oleander Robinson. You’re 26 years old. Wait, no I’m 27 years old. Fuck, I’m almost 28 aren’t I…

*****

FLOOR 111.

Down they went…

The shadow spirits continued to be relentless—if anything, there were even more of them now, and Abigail and Achilles’ short respite on the floor above hadn’t been enough to bring either of them back to full strength.

Even so, they powered on, Abigail striking and slicing, dodging and diving, as Achilles and Voltaire scoured the scene. Together, they scaled the mines’ jagged rocks, scrabbling amongst the nooks and crannies in desperate search for trap doors, all while doubt did some delving of its own…

Why are you here?

Who were you to even think that you could actually be useful? That you could be important?

*****

FLOOR 112.

It was now clear their break on the 110th floor hadn’t been nearly enough. Even the rope ladders were no longer a safe haven. Though the spirits were unable to fly, bats and snakes were now quick to strike the moment the trio stepped one foot on the rungs.

Abigail was faltering, her swings wilder and sloppier, Achilles forced to stop his search multiple times to fend off spirits and monsters alike.

A sharp, blinding pain arced across his back—a shadow shaman behind him.

Achilles staggered forward, nearly collapsing against an outcrop of iron ore. His hand reached for his shoulder, but from the corner of his eye—more shadow shamans.

“Meow!”

Voltaire gave him a quick nip, bringing him back to his senses, before racing towards Abigail. “Meow!”

They turned from their respective fights and followed the cat—one stumbling foot after the other…

“Achilles!”

A piercing yelp—Abigail had fallen. Tripped, likely, from exhaustion or the uneven ground or both. One arm reaching out. Her ankle weak. Twisted, no doubt.

Achilles sprinted back. The shadow spirits were only a few feet away.

“Come on, come on, come on—”

A dry, rasp. A shadow shaman had neared—its razor sharp claws shooting out faster than his eyes could keep up to tightly grip Achilles’ throat. Raise him from the ground.

Deep laughter reverberated through the greenhouse walls within his head.

With a screech, Abigail raised herself from the ground and plunged her sword into its chest.

Achilles fell to the ground, but he wasn’t given a chance to even take a breath—Abigail had pulled him up. “Time to go, time to go!”Their uneven, half-dragging footsteps pounded against the ground.

What will happen if she falls again?

What will you do?

What can you do?

Voltaire—yes, the trapdoor—

It’s time to go, don’t you think?

*****

FLOOR 113.

The cavern was, mercifully, small. No larger than the town square, which made their harried, wasted search for a nonexistent trapdoor easier.

They would have to clear the floor.

They stood in the center of the space back to back, swords drawn, as spirits and monsters seethed, approaching with razor sharp claws and venomous fangs.

On they fought. Thick sprays of green monster blood mingling with the smoking streams of purple and black, the only residue that remained once spirits had been struck down. Abigail especially looked fearsome, the dirt and blood caking her boots mixing with the gore from the sludges and snakes she slayed, their corpses a pile two feet deep on the ground around them.

It became almost meditative—the rhythm of the lunges, the parries, dodges and swipes. And yet, each twist and turn further ripped the throbbing wound below his shoulders. Beads of blood dripped down his back, running side by side with sweat.

Uncountable minutes passed, perhaps even hours, it was hard to tell tell time these days, for Achilles had nary a second to spare to even glance at Alex’s watch.

Lunge. Parry. Jab. Duck. Over and over again, the muscles in his body joining the voices outside his mind in their screams. But finally—when Achilles felt like he could scarcely raise his arms another inch, that unsettling chord of chimes rang through the cavern, and to their right, a trapdoor emerged from the ground.

He collapsed atop a rock smeared in the gooey remains of a red sludge. Abigail was quick to follow, awkwardly kicking aside the tangled masses of dead bats and lava crabs to sit on the ground, her head resting back against the rock beside Achilles’ leg.

My name is Achilles Oleander Robinson. I’m 27 years old. I live in Stardew Valley. I was born in Monstera. I have five cousins. Camille. Chloe. Elise. Nick. Benji. I have a cat.

Words that had been ringing in his head nonstop during his fight with the spirits—like a chant, a mantra pulsing steadily, as if on autopilot, within the greenhouse of his mind. Like a heartbeat. Or maybe more like a headache. Yoba, a headache of his own making…

How long can this last?

How long can you last?

With a groan, he buried his face in his left hand, while the fingers of his right just barely clung to the gunmetal hilt of his sword.

“We should go, Abby.”

“Just one more minute—”

“—no. I mean… we should go back up.”

“What? Like… give up?”

The sword slipped through Achilles’ fingers and clattered to the floor, the sound echoing among the gloomy tomb. He left it there. It hurt too much to bend.

“Not give up, just… maybe come back. Tomorrow.” With a ragged fingernail, he weakly scraped dried blood from the face of Alex’s watch. “We’ve been out here nearly 14 hours—”

Abigail shook her head slowly, her neck sore and strained. “No.”

“Abigail…”

“No, Achilles.”

“Abby, there’s two days left, we can regroup—”

“There’s no time to regroup! It’s only going to get worse the closer we get to Spirit’s Eve— more monsters. Even more spirits.

“But we can rest—”

“Achilles, there’s no time. But… but if you want to go back, fine. Go.”

Hmm.

There was an idea.

Nausea immediately swept his stomach—selfish. Selfish.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear the thought. “Abigail, I’m not going to leave—”

“I said no.” With neither a groan nor a grimace, she stood firmly to her feet. “I’m not going to just give up, Achilles. I’m close. I know I’m close, I can feel it—and I’m not just going to give up now.”

She stalked slowly towards the trapdoor. Voltaire followed her to the edge of the hall where he sat and licked a sludge-stained paw, gazing at Achilles expectantly.

“I’ve spent this whole year fighting my way down the mines without you.” Her voice rang clear, though her back was turned from him. “If you want to go, go. But I’m staying.”

Leave her.

Again, his stomach fought his mind, twisting sharply with a deep set shame that his brain seemed unable to acknowledge.

“No.”

Abigail was strong, but Achilles was still naturally stronger, not to mention over half a foot taller. She was a tiny girl. He swept her from behind, holding her scrambling form against his chest. “We’ll come back tomorrow, I promise—”

Sure, you promise… don’t lie to yourself.

Abigail fought back, even going so far as to try to jab him with her sword, but her position was awkward, and Achilles managed to wrestle the blade from her grip.

“Achilles,” she cried. “We can’t do this. We have to finish this, we have to finish this now.”

She slipped herself out below from his grasp and collapsed onto the crimson soil. Tears flooded the dried smears of blood on her cheeks.

“You don’t understand. We’re so close. I can feel it. And if we leave… we’re going to miss our chance. We can’t start over, we can’t afford to wait another day, let alone another year. Everybody knows about our mission. I can’t fail, people are going to think I’m a coward, that I couldn’t handle it—”

“Abby that’s— what? No. No one is going to think less of you—people already think you’re brave—”

The glory. The pride—so was this what it was all about then? Failure. How emerging from the mines, their sole task unfinished, would reflect on one so desperate to be seen as something more than ordinary.

At this realization, he paused.

Well, well, well. Just looking in a mirror, isn’t it.

But surely… surely he wasn’t this insane; he would never be so determined to do something so high-risk, so incredibly high-stakes, just for others’ approval. Even his pride had its limit.

Well maybe that’s why you’re a failure. Maybe you’ve always played it too safe…

Recognizing the surrender in his face, Abigail reached for her sword, still in Achilles’ hand.

Her fingertips, callused as they were, felt soft against his fingers. She leaned into his chest, though for emotional or physical support, Achilles wasn’t quite sure. “Please. If it— if it gets bad, we can go. I promise. But right now—I can still fight. I can still do this.”

She stared determinedly into his eyes, her hands vice like around his arms, as unshakable as her resolve.

Voltaire eyed them from the edge of the trap door as they slowly made their way over. The cat, eager as ever, was the first to jump down, followed closely by Abigail.

Achilles paused briefly at the top of the ladder, taking a second to roll his shoulders back—a move that once again split open the gash the shadow shaman had dealt him on the floor above.

He bit the inside of his cheek—didn’t need Abigail hearing him cry out, not when she was probably pushing aside the pain of a thousand of these sort of cuts…

Come, let’s go, let’s go… Yoba, what was he doing…

You’re making a big mistake.

#llnks #stardew valley fanfic #sdv fic #stardew valley fanfiction #stardew valley oc #stardew valley abigail

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ecargmura · 4 months

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Hirogaru Sky! Precure Episode 45 Review - The Kind Empress 300 Years Ago

The time travel arc comes to an end. While it does answer some questions, it also brings about a plethora more. All I can say is that there definitely is a greater-scope villain behind all of this. The question is who? The opening has changed from Skearhead to the Empress now.

This episode showed what Cure Noble was like. Since Noble was the sole Precure back then, she was clearly powerful. She did all she could for her people. She protects the weak and defends them from the Emperor. She’s also kind as she allows the Puni Birds who lost their homes to dwell in her castle and even saved the Empress when she was being hounded by two random birds. She was also very powerful as her Magic Hour’s End was a deadly and fierce finisher. Her rage when the Emperor betrayed her trust felt fierce. She wanted to believe in the Empress, but her father had to ruin it. She was also forgiving as she did forgive their actions and even apologized for her own mistakes. She was truly a good, virtuous person. I do wonder what happened that caused her to die and become the First Star and then eventually reincarnate into Ellee and Cure Majesty.

I also really liked how Sora, Mashiro and Ellee was helping around the construction of the capital. They were saving Puni Birds and suggested they move to the capital. Sora was destroying rocks with her bare handed in a Fist of the North Star way; Mashiro was baking bread. Ellee was also helping out by helping Sora destroy Ranborgs and putting Puni Birds in her cradle. It sucks that they had to leave so abruptly before they could see what had transpired afterwards. Trying to convince the current Empress about the past is futile now, but they still want to keep trying.

Three hundred years ago, there was peace between Sky Land and Underg Empire after the young Empress managed to convince her father, the former Emperor, that fighting solves nothing and that stopping conflict isn’t for the weak. The empress back then was a kind girl who didn’t like conflict. She was willing to side with Cure Noble just to stop her father. What happened between back then and now? If the Underg Empire valued strength above everything, why was she an anomaly? Why did she become the bitter and angry Empress she is now? It seems that the wound she got from Noble is still there. Is that a factor to her anger?

All I know was that the Underg Empire valued the motto, “Strength is everything”. It made me wonder when did it happen. There was a scene where Underg energy in a large pool. I do wonder if the Underg commanders were born from there. Were they all born from Underg Energy or were they actual residence? Thoughts aside, I do believe that Skearhead could be the true villain of this show. Given how much the Empress trusts him and does not discard him even after his constant failures shows that something is definitely up with him. He’s good with words, and the Empress from back then seemed like a kind girl, which is the easy type for him to manipulate, possibly. It sucks that the flashback ended right after the truce happened. What happened to the Emperor is unknown. However, there could be a chance that the Emperor could also be the greater-scope villain too as his death has no confirmation.

Since the Empress and Skearhead retreated, what will happen now? Next week seems to be a break episode as the Precures and Skylandians are spending Christmas together. What will happen after the holidays? Since there will be 50 episodes, I just hope everything gets resolved without plot holes. I don’t know why it took this long for the end game to happen. There’s still too little about the Underg Empire to delve deeper into. What are your thoughts about this episode?

#hirogaru sky precure #precure #sora harewataru #cure sky #mashiro nijigaoka #cure prism #princess ellee #cure majesty #princess elleelain #cure noble #empress underg #emperor underg #skearhead #review #anime #anime review #arum journal #ecargmura

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daemoninwhiteround2 · 2 years

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Hello Dae! I hope you are well <3<3<3 If you're up for it, I think the world could use some more Omega Kon/ Omega Jason action. Either in "Trapped Together" or that foursome where Tim and Dick could do nothing but watch ^_^

Delving into the depths of my 500+ orz forgive me unanswered asks to unearth this gem:

Trapped Together

Because Red Hood is an irredeemable asshole, his fingers curl around Kon's cock, not sink into his desperate cunt like anyone else with a shred of mercy in their soul would do.

The contact still sings sweet enough through Kon's body that he arches up into it, that he kicks out at the ground again. "Fuck," he gasps.

"Thought you were supposed to be a good, little hero. Shouldn't you be setting an example for the kids?"

Kon huffs a laugh, thighs twitching, hips rocking into the languid touches. "If you fucking see any kids around we got bigger problems than a bit of bad language."

Kon's sure that Hood says something mouthy in response, but he also rubs his thumb perfectly against the underside of Kon's cock just as his other fingers slide over his cock head and Kon is gone. All his muscles tense and he curls up around that hand, manages two desperate thrusts and then he comes messily over Hood's hand, each lazy jerk of Hood's fist forcing another spurt of come out of him.

Hood laughs at him, because of course, but he presses closes and his hand doesn't stop moving until Kon uncurls.

Kon flops into his back, stares blindly up at their temporary ceiling, heart rate and breath slowing down to normal heat levels. When he's back to as normal as he'll get, he runs a hand through his hair and laughs. "Fuck I needed that. My pussy's just about hungry enough to eat your arm though."

"Should I be in the look out for vagina dentata?"

"I don't know what that means but I've got a standing rule that insulting my pussy means that you don't get to put anything in it, just FYI." He rolls over and grins up at Hood.

Hood arches an eyebrow and keeps direct eye contact as he raises a come-streaked hand to his mouth and licks each finger clean, pink tongue darting out to wrap around each digit, eyelashes fluttering as the taste hits him. Kon knows he's playing it up and it still hits him like a train.

"Fuck," he wheezes and has to squeeze his thighs together to give himself some sort of pressure, even if it's just his own walls rubbing together. "Please tell me your cock is hard enough to put in my cunt right now."

Hood laughs. "You don't want to get me hard with that sweet mouth of yours?"

It's fake, it's fake, it's fake, and it still-

"Any hole you put your cock in, I'm not letting go until you cream it. Don't get me wrong, I am for sure going down on you later, I can't wait to see what lasts longer, your self control or Kryptonian jaw muscles, I think my pussy might be eating my thigh."

Hood laughs again, but unzips and works his underwear down his thighs to pull out his gorgeous cock. Kon licks his bottom lip and bites it: Hood's dick is perfect, just the right size, just the right shape, and he might not be able to knot but that just means that he'll be able to keep on fucking Kon right away. Besides, that's what hands are for.

"Yeah, I'm gonna need that in me now," he says, voice hoarse, and spreads his legs as best he can. He swears his pussy basically gushes, and it's so empty he's tempted to get his TTK up in there even though he knows that doesn't work as well as flesh and blood.

"Suppose a 'super soaker' is fitting," Hood muses even as he shuffles close enough in his knees that he's able to get his thighs underneath Kon's. Kon is briefly, incredibly furious that they're trapped, and they're not going to be able to use his favourite position—it seems an unbearable tragedy that Kon won't be able to fold his legs over his head and let Hood really piledrive him. Kon knows exactly how much power is wrapped up in those gloriously thick thighs and glutes, and he's going to cause a scene if he doesn't get to experience their full strength one day.

(Soon, he promises his pussy.)

"You sure about this, kid? I could just fist you."

Kon wraps a TTK collar around Hood's neck and jerks him down until they're nose to nose. "Put your goddamned cock in my cunt right now," he snarls, allowing his heat vision to well up and turn his eyes red.

Hood stops for a moment. "That's me told then," he mutters and leans the rest of the way down to pull Kon into the filthiest kiss he's ever had.

Hood's cock sinks into Kon's pussy and it's a perfect fit.

#dae writes #trapped together #heteronymousbousch #jaykon #Jason Todd #Conner Kent #dc #batman #omegaverse #omega Jason Todd #omega Conner Kent #picture the 'so no head' .gif but it's Kon going 'so no mating press'

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poursomesunaonme · 2 years

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chapter four songs & extended notes

series navigation -> chapter four

here are the songs!

this chapter was hands down the hardest thing i’ve ever written. not only is it something really sensitive and something that i’ve never explored before (and therefore a lot of research went into this chapter), it was just wicked difficult to keep going with it because it was so heavy. but honestly, i think it’s the best thing i’ve published so far because of how much i worked through it. it was a different style in a sense that i made extra emphasis on the emotions since the scenes themselves were pretty short.

it was also one big event that i didn’t split up, so writing the transitionary parts were extra tedious. but again, with delving into the dissonance that you feel, i know that i really dug deep into my abilities and pushed myself to a new place that i’m really proud of. and of course, i was crying so hard writing this that i couldn’t see straight, so i hope that i did the emotions that i felt justice in writing them into the story.

so, lets dig into it!

you’re now five months along and four months too many into this issue with jean. you don’t know anything about how the trip to paradis went but judging from jean’s state of mind, it didn’t go too well. but now, he has night terrors.

they hadn’t entailed much more than a lot of movement, but upon hearing him start to sleeptalk just absolutely killed you. and when he said your name, it reminded you that jean was still jean, just… different.

but inspired you, still. you wanted to stay with him and support him no matter what, to obey those vows that you made years before. however, once he got violent, all that went out the window.

it ruined you to leave, it really did. because you promised to keep your promise, but at the threat that he imposed on you and your children, that wasn’t realistic anymore. so you left.

and you needed to put as much distance between you and jean as you could. you would’ve stayed with léa, seeing as she was your rock, but she was too close. so armin and annie’s was the next best thing.

and annie felt like total fucking garbage because you had asked her to take care of him. but with his illness, there was nothing that she could do. yet whenever she saw how injured and traumatized you were, she felt responsible.

and now, you have to wait. wait and see what decision you’ll come to. it’s not something you’re unfamiliar with, but under these circumstances, it’ll be infinitely more difficult than waiting for him to come home all those years ago.

my fav group of songs ever!!

pink lemonade by yva

“don’t suffocate my heart. i don’t know how i’m feeling.”

the dissonance is a heavy feeling that you don’t understand. and with jean begging you to stay, it makes the decision all the more harder to come to

“do you wanna talk? i don’t have anything on my mind. i don’t wanna talk to you.”

there’s no way that you could possibly entertain a conversation with the man that just tried to kill you

“don’t fall into my arms. i’ll only disappoint you and let you down. don’t go sounding the alarms when all i do is warn you.”

i think this goes both ways. jean, in his stoic silence, had been warning you all along to get away, to get as far away as possible before he snapped.

“and let’s remember all the words that/ we think are gonna make our hearts break.”

the vOWS!!! i thought that the chapter needed a little more oomph, so i was crying putting the vows in there.

“i’m just thinking of you; what i don’t wanna have to say. i’m protecting you ‘cause i don’t wanna walk away.”

i think both jean and you can relate to this

you moreso because there’s nothing that you can say that can begin to express the agony that you’re going through

so you remove yourself from the situation before anything else can go wrong

i saw you in a dream by the japanese house

i based this fic solely off of having the two versions of this song; the opening and the climax.

while the lyrics are the same, the general cadence changes the entire feel of it and i thought it was beautiful that it could cover the highs and lows of something.

this song is about the lead singer seeing her dead friend in a dream. in the beginning, its like jean returning to reader is an illusion, or their illusion is turning into a reality.

and here, it comes crashing down on them

you’ve always imagined a life with jean; and when you finally have it, it’s like a dream come true - except he’s failing at keeping his wounds closed. so once they open, all hell breaks loose, the dream is shattered, and you’re left with a gaping hole in your heart

the dream that jean had was about their perfect life together

“all good things come to an end, but i thought that this might last. but you came and left so fast.”

maybe it was all too good to be true, the life you’d come to have. but having jean back with you didn’t last forever

“i saw you in a dream, then it came to an end. i wonder if you’ll come and visit me again. you’re taking your time to reappear. I’m starting to believe that what i call your name you just don’t hear me anymore. and i know that i shouldn’t even try. it’s a waste of time.”

the illusion’s been shattered, and so has your heart. sometimes there are glimpses of who jean used to be, but those don’t happen anymore - and how could they after he almost killed you? everything just seems like a futile effort if he won’t listen to you.

“when i’m awake i can’t switch off. it isn’t the same but it is enough.”

the dissonance is perfect here. while jean is there with you, it doesn’t seem real. however, you know that deep down, he’s still there. and that’s enough for you until shit hit the fan.

st jude by florence & the machine

“and i’m learning so i’m leaving and even though i’m grieving i’m trying to find a meaning. let loss reveal it.”

leaving was the best choice that you could make in this situation. grief is a great teacher, so maybe something better will come out of this. however, in the moment, all you can do is keep yourself afloat in the tempest of trauma.

“st jude, the patron saint of lost causes. st jude, we were lost before she started.”

it all seems like a lost cause. you tried to warn him, but he didn’t listen. so it was a losing battle from the start.

“and i was on the island and you were there too. but somehow through the storm i couldn’t get to you. oh saint jude, somehow she knew.”

you both exist in a small world and therefore are each other’s support. and even though there’s a strong connection that results from that level of intimacy, you just exist in two different places

so thank y’all so much if you’ve read this. i love talking about this chapter because of the blood, sweat, and many tears that i put into it!!!

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#🪴saw you in a dream notes #Spotify #🪐beanie writes!

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multimetaverse · 3 years

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HSMTMTS 2x01 Review

New Year’s Eve was a great way to return to HSMTMTS especially after such a long gap. Let’s dig in!

Vladimir Lenin once said that, ‘’ there are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen". It’s been almost a year and half since S1 ended but this past week has seen revelation after revelation as the fandom has resurrected itself and promotion for S2 kicked into high gear: Joshua Bassett came out, Frankie and Joe confirmed that they are a real life couple, Larry seemingly confirmed that S2 will only have 11 eps rather than the 12 initially ordered, and perhaps most importantly Olivia revealed that she and the main cast are under contract for 4 seasons and made clear that she’s leaving the show as soon as her contract is up.

I really enjoyed this premiere, it felt like picking up right back where we left off. I’m guessing that S2 was originally supposed to premiere around Christmas or New Year’s but the holiday decorations and real Utah snow add a charming aesthetic to the ep. Tim Federle deserves credit for giving HSMTMTS more of an ensemble feel which is no easy feat with a cast as large as this show has. It likely won’t last due to covid restrictions but at least for tonight we got to see all the characters hanging out together acting like a real group of friends.

The dialogue tonight really reminded me of Glee and I think I mean that as a compliment. Miss Jenn in particular seems to be doing her best April Rhodes impression minus the alcoholism.

The rini scenes tonight were lovely. Perfect gift was a great song and I loved the rini duet during the music in me as the world faded around them leaving just the two of them. The Harry Styles reference is funny in light of Josh’s coming out interview. Of course, it’s hard now to separate Nini and Ricky and Olivia and Josh. Their chemistry shines through as 2x01, 2x02, and possibly parts of 2x03 were filmed pre Jolivia breakup which seems to have happened around summer 2020. Whether they can keep that same chemistry later on in S2, not to mention future seasons, remains to be seen.

A major theme tonight was communication and clearly Rini need to work on theirs. Poor Ricky had to learn that Nini’s moving to Denver the night before she leaves town which has to remind of him of his mom effectively abandoning him. Ricky saying that he’s never gonna breakup with Nini ever again sure sounds like foreshadowing for a disaster though the odds that this time Nini initiates the breakup are pretty good.

I’m glad that the show is continuing to delve in the Bowen’s divorce story with their house being sold and Ricky and his dad having to move into an apartment. Divorce is expensive and the division of assets typically leave people less well off. Mike Bowen needs to work on his communication skills but he’s rocking that beard; it takes him from depressed divorced dad to depressed divorced daddy.

Seblos was cute and in a nice change of pace Disney doesn’t seem to be cynically teasing them then cutting their scenes. It was refreshing to see them just being a couple and to hear Carlos casually refer to himself as gay. In that regard tonight’s ep didn’t seem like it was a Disney show at all and it’s major progress that there are now two main gay characters on HSMTMTS. We learn that Carlos is rich which seems likely to be a source of conflict with Seb who comes from a large farming family.

Bet on It was really fun and I liked that Ricky apparently couldn’t stop singing it. The medley of HSM 2 songs was fun but I’ll be real with you wildcats, I never thought HSM 2 or 3 were nearly as good as the first movie so I’m not sad that they’re doing something else this year.

Wild that Big Red’s mom also calls him Big Red. Salt Lake Slices seems poised to be a big part of S2 both as hangout spot and work location for some of the characters. Redlyn are sweet together but sometimes Big Red comes off as a closeted gay guy which isn’t ideal for a het pairing that is supposedly a big part of S2.

Nice to see Gina so excited to have sleepovers with Ashlyn. We know from 2x03 that Gina contends with being single on Valentine’s day and from her glances at Ricky tonight she’s clearly not over him. Tim’s playing with fire and I can only hope he knows what he’s doing. I liked the little detail of Kourtney having AOC on her vision board, it feels true to the character (hopefully AOC gets elected president one day if the USA doesn’t collapse into a fascist dictatorship or civil war before then). EJ’s beard has got to go but I like that he seems committed to being a better version of himself; very doubtful his plan to go straight to Duke like his forefathers doesn’t change by the end of the season.

Derek Hough did a good job of playing Zach as a subtly condescending man who managed to swiftly undermine Miss Jenn’s confidence, we’ll see what he and North High bring to the table.

Looking Ahead:

Next week are auditions for Beauty and the Beast, we know Ashlyn gets the role of Belle and EJ has conveniently removed himself from the running for Beast which presumably clears the path for Ricky to take the lead. There’s been some controversy over the casting choices and I’ll save my comments about it for the 2x02 review.

We get to see Lily who looks like a meaner version of season 1 Gina, we’ll see how much depth she actually ends up getting. Howie is introduced in 2x03 and Antoine likely shows up later on. Jack likely shows up towards the end of the season.

Howie seems to have a connection with Kourtney though the character synopsis does say he gets close to a wildcat or two which certainly leaves room to slide him into Gina’s plot. We know Antoine is into Ashlyn so that’s another love triangle to look forward to. Jack was described as having wanderlust and most of the cast seems not to have filmed with him so I think it’s likely that he plays a role in convincing EJ to take a gap year rather than head straight to Duke.

A translation leak on TikTok reveals that in 2x03 Gina is sad that she’s only gotten a Valentine’s Day gift from her mom. A brief clip from the promo shows up her on her porch at night holding a heart shaped box of chocolates. If that’s supposed to be from a secret or semi-secret admirer than it has to be from either EJ, Ricky, or Howie. If it’s a platonic gift then it could be from anyone, we’ll see what Tim has up his sleeves.

Nini moving back to SLC is a question of when not if. It’s going to be very difficult to bring her back in a way that’s justified and also doesn’t leave the time she spends in Denver looking like a total waste. Frankly, I’d rather the show just bite the bullet and bring her back with as little fuss as possible.

We’re possibly around a quarter way through HSMTMTS given that the mains have 4 season contracts and presuming that the show is not cancelled earlier. At the very least the show will be radically different after S4 if they try to continue it as Olivia has made very clear that she’s going to leave asap to pursue her burgeoning music career full time (notably she’s only done the bare minimum of promo for S2).

Looming over the remaining seasons of HSMTMTS is what the professional relationship between Olivia and Josh looks like especially since in many ways the show is built around Ricky and Nini. Off screen relationships have often caused on screen problems and dating a co-worker is rarely a good idea since even clean breakups leave lingering resentments. Obviously the Jolivia breakup was not clean, Driver’s License, Deja Vu, and Good 4 U (which is a certified bop) were clearly written from a place of hurt and in some ways were written to hurt. It’s no surprise that Joshua has dropped his duet with Sabrina Carpenter from his EP; someone on his team at least is trying to stop the damage to his reputation. There’s a decent chance that Olivia’s songs becoming such hits has irreparably damaged Joshua Bassett’s reputation among the same pool of largely young women that he’s targeting his music towards thereby cutting off his music career at the knees. If nothing else this behind the scenes drama should keep things entertaining for a while.

Until next week Wildcats

#HSMTMTS #Rini #Seblos #Ricky Bowen #Nini Salazar-Roberts #Carlos Rodriguez #Seb Matthew-Smith #Gina Porter #ej caswell #HSMTMTS Reviews

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cosmicjoke · 3 years

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Okay, so here we go! Chapter 1 of “No Regrets”!

There’s a few things I want to point out about this chapter, because both visually and textually, we get a lot of information about the Underground and Levi, and his relationship with Isabel and Furlan. So I’ll just go through it.

The first thing that really caught my attention for this chapter was the opening page, which is a retrospective shot of Levi after he’s joined the SC, thinking about how he can’t ever know what the results of his choices are going to be. He says here “I trusted in my own strength... I trusted in the decisions of comrades who had earned my faith...” And this quote from Levi is really important in later understanding why he makes the choice he does, at the end. He says he trusted in the decisions of comrades who had earned his faith, and that tells us that Levi believes in Furlan and Isabel, that he believes in their strength and their capability, that he believes in them enough to let them choose for themselves and trust in their judgement. We’ll obviously delve more into this as it becomes more relevant to the story. But moving on...

The next thing to catch my attention is the panels of the Underground we see. These are probably the best shots of this place we get in the whole series, as it really depicts a place that is totally run down and dilapidated, with buildings falling apart and crumbling in disrepair, filth ridden streets with literal sewage water coming out of drain pipes, and a actual cave cover overhead, complete with stalactites, blocking out all sunlight except for few and far between pockets which break through holes in the rock ceiling. The most telling panels though are the ones which depict the violence and poverty of the place. We see a panel of a homeless man passed out on the street, painfully thin looking, and under him, two men in a fight, one beating the other violently. And the next panel shows us a little girl, sitting barefoot on the ground between two men who have just blown each other’s brains out with guns. Truly, this is a violent, dark, poverty-stricken place that breeds crime and depravation. The pages before this say that BECAUSE of the splendor of the Capital city above the Underground, this place exists, and that’s accurate. Because of the excesses and decadence of the rich and well off above these people rejected by society, that means fewer resources for the less fortunate. It’s truly tragic.

Alright, now I just want to move on to some small, but telling moments here while Levi and the others are being chased by Erwin and his crew.

When Isabel is bragging about how the MP’s never learn, referring to how they’ll never be able to catch their gang, she asks Levi if what she said was cool. Levi tells her “Don’t be stupid.” This might seem like Levi just blowing her off, but the way I read it, it seems more to me like Levi is warning her not to be cocky, not to be over confident, because that’s the kind of thing that can get you killed, or caught. Big Bro indeed! We also see how mindful Levi is here as a leader, when he tells them they can’t afford to lead the soldiers following them straight to their hideout, and clearly they have a plan in place for just this sort of thing.

More importantly, Levi is fast to realize these aren’t ordinary soldiers after them, which shows his great instincts, but what’s really interesting is his internal thoughts here. His logic is telling him regular MP’s wouldn’t work this hard to catch them, and that their skill with the ODM means they must be SC. But Levi doesn’t really believe it which, given what we later find out about the deal with Lobov, and Lobov warning them of Erwin’s plans, tells us that Levi never really believed the SC would come after them. He’s clearly surprised here.

Further, after informing Isabel and Furlan and confirming his suspicions, he tells Furlan that he’s got no intention of getting mixed up with “these guys”. This tells us Levi never wanted to go through with Furlan’s plans, never wanted to join the SC, never wanted anything to do with any of it. There’s further evidenced in this very chapter, which I’ll get to in a moment. But it tells us a lot about the dubious feelings Levi had from the start, and how he probably would have simply been happiest to stay in the Underground with his friends, even though it was a hard life.

Alright, so, this next part is a big deal, and it’s an overlooked detail which speaks volumes about the kind of person Levi is. I didn’t even notice this the first time I read it, so I want to talk about it. Levi separates from Isabel and Furlan, and takes Erwin and Mike on a wild chase through the back alley’s and narrow passages of the slums. He really tries to give them the run around here, until he flips over a door, into another area. What’s really important here is Levi’s dialog. He says first “... Lost ‘em, huh?” And then he says, “That got a little crazy... I hope... none of them crashed.” This is kind of amazing. Levi is showing actual concern for the two soldiers who’d just attempted to catch him and his friends, who were doggedly pursuing them with obviously bad intentions of some kind. And Levi, after having to resort to some serious ODM skills to shake them, says he hopes that none of them crashed. He doesn’t want Erwin or Mike to get hurt, he just wants to get away from them. Considering he doesn’t know either of them at this point, they’re just nameless, faceless military dogs trying to mess things up for him, that shows remarkable character.

Of course, things go downhill from there, when Mike crashes through the door and tackles him. All bets are off then, because Levi’s life is now in danger, and when that happens, he’ll resort to physical force. Still, he only throws Mike off of him and once again attempts to get away, only for it to be Erwin who swoops down and cuts Levi’s cables. This was actually really dangerous. Given Levi’s momentum and position, he crashes hard into a nearby wall before falling to the ground. So we already see some of that ruthlessness from Erwin here. Of course, that spurs Levi into violence himself. I have no doubt that when Levi lunges for Erwin and knocks his blade away, bringing his knife to his neck, he truly intended to kill him in that moment. Levi’s compassion for these soldiers can only go so far, considering the desperation of his own circumstances. If Mike hadn’t been there to stop it, I think Levi probably would have ripped Erwin’s jugular right out, and that would have been that, lol. And then, it’s important to note too WHY Levi stops. Not because Mike was able to physically restrain him, but because he tells Levi to look around himself, directing his attention to the fact that Furlan and Isabel have been caught. That immediately stays Levi’s hand, and once again, we’re shown how Levi puts the wellbeing of his friends above himself. He could have ditched Furlan and Isabel right then and there and escaped on his own. Instead, he allows himself to be restrained and cuffed. He refuses to abandon them.

Now the next scene is hugely important to a lot of stuff.

Erwin’s got Levi and his friends down on their knees, in the sewage, questioning them about their ODM skills, and the three of them stay silent, obviously defiant. We really get a good look at Erwin’s abilities as a manipulator here.

He’s pulling the whole good cop/bad cop routine on Levi, when he tells him “I’d like to avoid any rough treatment if I can” before looking to Mike in a clear signal for Mike to pretty damn violently tear Levi’s head back by his hair before smashing his face into the sewage on the ground. And this really IS sewage. It’s not mud. If you look at the panels, we see this brown muck coming out of drain pips attached to the surrounding buildings. This water is probably, literally, dirty with feces, and Erwin has Mike put Levi’s face in this and hold it there. Now let’s remember something important about Levi. He’s a clean freak. He obviously cares deeply about keeping both himself and his environment clean. Erwin couldn’t know this about him at the time, but nobody of course would be happy about having their face shoved into literal shit. But for Levi, I can only imagine this had to be tantamount to a kind of torture. Erwin keeps questioning him, looking down at him without any kind of emotion, and Levi remains stubbornly silent, despite how awful this must truly be for him. We get a close up of Levi’s eye in one of the panels, paralleled with Erwin’s own, and Levi’s expression really strikes me as one of awful humiliation. He goes from looking up at Erwin in rage, to looking away, staring straight ahead, while Erwin keeps looking down at him.

Still, Levi says nothing, and it’s Isabel who finally cracks, telling Erwin that they didn’t learn to use ODM from anyone, with Furlan further explaining that they taught themselves as a means of survival. He remarks that “anyone who doesn’t know what sewage tastes like couldn’t understand!”. Clearly, both of them are really upset to see this being done to Levi, and I have to imagine it’s at least in part because they know how awful an experience this has to be for him, given that they know how much he desires to stay clean. Their shocked expressions when Mike first pushes Levi’s face into the sewage says as much too.

But still, Levi remains silent as Erwin then demands to know Levi’s name. What Mike does to Levi in the next panel is even worse. He pushes his face into the sewage and holds him there until Levi literally starts to choke in it, for long enough that, when he finally does pull him up, Levi is gasping for breath. I really don’t see people talk enough about this scene, but, well...

It’s a torture scene. Erwin is ordering Mike to torture Levi here. It may not be the most extreme form of torture, it isn’t the type of physical violence we typically think of when we think of torture, but that’s what it is. It’s causing Levi both physical and mental degradation, as well as physical distress.

Even with this though, Levi’s still silent and refuses to answer Erwin at all.

It’s only when Erwin literally threatens the lives of Furlan and Isabel that he finally talks. This is such an important detail. Levi was willing to take what to him must have been truly horrific treatment, but as soon as Erwin gives the signal to the other two Scouts who have hold of his friends, we see Levi’s expression shift from defiant rage to wide eyed fear as they put their blades to Furlan’s and Isabel’s throats.

Finally Levi talks, calling Erwin a “bastard”, to which Erwin simply asks him again what his name is, and after a slight hesitation, Levi finally gives it.

I think this entire scene is vital in understanding WHY Levi was so violently pissed at Erwin, to the point of wanting to kill him.

I think it’s a combination of both the humiliation and torture he puts Levi through here, and, worse still, the fact that he threatens Isabel and Furlan’s lives. Levi already feels looked down upon by Erwin here, he already feels humiliated and embarrassed and as though he’s being treated like he’s worthless, because Erwin IS treating him like that here. All while Erwin stands there, expressionless, making statements like he doesn’t want to have to use any rough treatment, etc... while at the same time ordering Mike to do just that. Already, Erwin is sending Levi the message that he’s a liar and a manipulator who thinks nothing of putting another human being’s face in shit. And then, to top that off, he shows Levi that he’s willing to hurt, maybe even kill, his two friends to get what he wants.

Is it any wonder Levi hated Erwin as much as he did at the beginning? After a lifetime in the Underground where, from the time of his birth, he had to deal with him and those he cares about being treated like worthless trash. It would be a miracle if Levi DIDN’T want to kill Erwin at this point. To have to then submit to him willingly, after all of that, must have been beyond humiliating for him.

Erwin continues to be manipulative here too, when after Levi gives his name, Erwin’s attitude suddenly shifts, and he smiles at Levi and gets down on one knee with him, in the filth, his entire demeanor seeming to shift into an abruptly friendly one as he offers his deal to Levi. Again, that whole good cop/bad cop thing. At the same time, he continues to threaten Levi by telling him if he refuses his offer, he’ll hand them all over to the MP’s and that, given their crimes, they shouldn’t expect to be treated with any kind of decency. What’s kind of funny about this statement from Erwin is that up until now, Erwin and Mike have done anything but treat Levi decently.

Okay, one more important point to make about this chapter, and it goes back to what I said earlier about Levi not wanting anything to do with the SC, and how that tells us Levi really didn’t want to go through with Furlan’s plans.

After Erwin makes his offer, we see Levi look over at Furlan, who’s giving him an intent look, and in the next panel, we see an almost surprised, or astonished look on Levi’s face, like he can’t believe Furlan is asking him to do this, before he grits his teeth in obvious frustration, and then accepts Erwin’s offer to join the SC. What this tells us is that Levi only takes Erwin’s offer because Furlan wanted him to. Because this was all part of Furlan’s plan, to go through with Lobov’s commission, to get caught by the SC, etc... It’s clear Levi never wanted this, and he’s upset at having to do it. But the fact he agrees after looking over at Furlan and seeing him implore Levi with his eyes tells us, once again, that Levi is willing to sacrifice his own desires for the desires of others. That being his two friends.

For them, he’ll join the Survey Corps, even as every one of his instincts is probably screaming at him that this is a bad idea.

Anyway, those are my thoughts for the first chapter of “No Regrets”. There’s a lot more to unpack in this manga than I think people realize. I hope whoever took the time to read my long ass post found it at least a little worth while. I’ll be moving on to chapter two next!

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #No Regrets #acwnr #Levi Ackerman #Furlan Church #isabel magnolia #meta #snk analysis

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dahniwitchoflight · 3 years

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Then finally, one last post sbout what all those changes I would make might culminate into in KH3 plus one small other thing I'd change:

Continuing on then, from my changes I'd make for ReCoded's purpose essentially being to tell the untold tales of Namine and Riku, fixing Sora's memory of Namine and CoM, partially fixing Xion juuust enough that people know someone else is still lost, and moving up the end of DDD's plot point about Ansems Research being insides Sora's heart to be more at the end of ReCoded, because its purpose is to be the key to reviving all the Lost gone over in ReCoded

and then changing DDD to just, include Kairi from the start and have her training arc be the same thing alongside as the boys re-training arc because DDD purposefully reset them to zero training in order to re-train them properly, so why not Kairi, with a dash of Lea can also get his how to summon keyblade training from merlin a tad earlier as well so hes not too far behind the pack too

A third small thing I'd change before delving into how all these changes already affect KH3 is one small change during the Blank Points scene:

Instead of Ansem the Wise sitting on the rock speaking with Aqua slowly reminiscing, Aqua would instead come across Ansem the Wise lying on the beach, half in the water and slowly dissipating into darkness, fresh from his KH2 machine explosion.

Aqua at this point is also fresh off Fragmentary Passage, talking to herself, going crazy from loneliness etc comes across a man in the abyss, but he's fading away.

She can't do anything for him, but she needs to talk to him, needs to speak with someone, and they have a much quicker chat that covers that Ansem is here from his own foolish mistakes, his last act was to try and fix it for those he hurt to atone for it, that he hopes Sora, the boy with keyblade can continue what he started and fix the rest, and convey to Aqua that much time has passed, but these are the shores that once connected him back to the realm of light, so if she remains and waits, surely the same might happen to her as well.

He fully fades away in the abyss soon after reassuring her she won't end up like him, and instead Aqua is left alone on the beach, crying and saying to herself, "I'll remain here and wait for them. Someone will come find me. I won't fade to the darkness, I'll remain whole." just, really struggling to not think too hard about how she's just gonna end up fading away like that poor man she just watched die here.

(Aqua then slowly dissolves here, she has no influence on mickey in kh1, despite him being there and looking for her, he doesnt find her, she never sees riku etc etc except at the end of kh2, when shes near fully sunk under the water in the abyss beach, she notices riku and sora's lights and tries to reach out to them, desperate, but she doesnt make it through, and she despairs as more people leave her in the dark, and this would be her true descent into Anti-Aqua when depression and lonliness breaks into angry bitterness and despair, so her lashing out at Riku specifically in kh3 has a bit more weight to it, as shes watched him basically grow from lil kid, to young teen to older teen so hes just a direct reminder of how long shes been anbandoned for)

Yeup, Ansem the Wise dies fully here, no more him plotline in KH3. Controversial choice I know, but when you think about it, was he himself really necessary for what's needed in KH3?

Ansem The Wise is in KH3 for two big reasons: To contribute to the restoration of the Lost in some way through his data and as an excuse for Xehanort to reveal that he's looking for Subject X, which Ansem the Wise doesn't even have any current lore dumps or info about anyway, he's literally there just so a protagonist (Aqua) can witness a Xehanort admit to searching for a Subject X as a really hard forced shoe in

For the first part, all of Ansem's research is already inside Sora, they have it. And, Even and Ienzo are literally the most qualified people to do anything about it already, Even was already the main brains behind the replica program and making data into hearts and adjusting them in the first place. Ansem the Wise himself isn't necessary for this part, it's already fully believable that Even could do it on his own and hes not even alone anyway.

As for Subject X, this is already supposed to be a plotline that focuses more on Lea and Isa anyway, since they are the ones that have a personal connection to her, or are supposed to anyway, we just don't have enough plot to attach to to make that believable yet.

Ansem the Wise's lack of knowledge on her current location isn't important, at most it could be a footnote in an Ansem Report that he knew of her.

But in old KH3, Saix we know is a double agent, we've had hints of this for a long time, that his secret goal has always been the same since BBS, find Subject X, the girl from the basement that him and Les befriended, and he has singlemindedly pursued this goal across the series, so why stop now? KH3 Should be the game where he tries harder to pursue that goal, under the banner of Xehanort wanting to find her as well, to keep his allegiances hidden for now as well.

Any forced scene of darkness ansem interrupting blank points to ham handedly talk about Subject X, someone Ansem SOD has zero interest in anyway, could have easily easily been replaced by a scene of Xemnas ordering Saix to focus his efforts on searching for information on Subject X above all other orders.

Since Saix gets redeemed at the end as Isa anyway, he's already the side protag that has the most info about Subject X anyway, so by the time that Subject X is gonna be relevant for KH4 anyway, Saix can already be our exposition expert on her current status, all she needed in KH3 was to be reasonably foreshadowed, which is better done with Xemnas and Saix than Ansem and Ansem, and continues it being a plot thread important and core to Isa's character. And its reasonable to assume that anything we need to know about her for KH4 can be provided by Isa in KH4 when its relevant, because he can be believed to have done background investigation on his own during KH3.

So, Even doesn't become Vexen again in KH3 and is instead their full time replica scientist, no need to force that weird "scientists must atone" idea as strongly, let Evens sincerity about helping out for once hide behind his snarkier "hmph i only really care about my research, only doing this for that, no other reason" attitude of his, it would feel like a more genuine guilt instead of a character personality 180 and he does everything Ansem the Wise would have.

Saix directly interacts with Demyx under the guise of researching Subject X, but he helps out in his own double agent im actually on the good side way by just directly doing whatever sneaky atonement Vexen did in KH3, basically no more need for the Vexen middleman for them, and honestly all of Demyx's dialogue really remains the same "I can count on one hand all the times weve hungout" works just as well for Saix as it did for Vexen. This has the added bonus of having Isa's tearful redemption in Lea's arms feel less hammy and more genuine because it can be revealed more strongly that all of Isa's goals, all of his pursuits, has been for Subject X the whole time and he never wavered in that from the beginning, never lost sight of that no matter what else happens, could even be something he says a few lines to to Demyx even.

And just like that, we've made two characters in KH3 even better than they were, and Ansem the Wise no longer has a purpose in KH3, meaning we're free to have him die in Aqua's arms in blank points post kh2 to make Aqua's angst of seeing her future if no one rescues her even tastier!

Aqua is now free to slowly erode away from grief into Anti-Aqua in a slower more believable erosion until Riku and Mickey find her, instead of just getting smacked by dark ansem for no reason.

This gives Ansem SoD a lot more freetime in KH3 but do we honestly need to see him doing much? He was only here because there wasnt a free villain to spare for these side stories in the first place, its not like they did much for him anyway

though i do admit i will miss the hayner ansem drop kick

Any cinematic time wasted on him is honestly spent better elsewhere

Like the fact that if we take in all my other changes, we've got a head start on decompiling the ansem data from the start of kh3, lea and kairi don't have to spend as long in merlin jail, if they even need to at all, leaving more opportunity open for scenes with kairi and lea

perhaps as Riku and Mickey investigate Aqua as usual, Kairi helps Namine investigate Terra/Lingering Will internally, perhaps finally putting that concert only terra namine conversation finally into a KH game, Lea can search for information and Data about Roxas (and Xion) in Twilight Town, through meeting Hayner and them and doing stuff with the computer, perhaps also having some run ins with Saix who is investigating Subject X instead of Ansem SoD was doing before, but its just Spicier to imagine the angst of Lea and Isa confronting each other from opposite sides, needing access to the info on the computer to save different chosen friends, and sure why not, Hayner can try to drop kick Saix instead

or Kairi could just, join Sora on his KH3 Adventure from the start and just fill the game with more opportunities to flesh their relationship out before things go to shit, thats a great possibility as well

Man, the things I'd do differently with this series lol

#Kh #Kh3 #Kingdom Hearts #KHIII #Changes Id make to the series overall out of personal taste and i think its better

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(1/2) Okay so I'm still new to Naruto so feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. Also, this is long. I'm sorry. I'll split it.😅

Out of the K12 kids, Naruto, Sasuke and Neji were fucked over by Konoha (either by their clans, the old man hokage or the villagers). I'd include Rock Lee but I think he was just bullied as a small kid for being... weird? or not having chakra?? And he worked super hard and that didn't last long.

Anyway, I've read plenty of reviews about how the series ended poorly and how messages like "you can change your fate" were disregarded. That the the Naruto franchise would've done better staying an actiony, ninja shonen that focused more on changing the shinobi system instead of turning into the forced romantic shojo that it became. I agree with all of that.

And I said that to say this, I really am disgusted with how things went for Naruto, Sasuke and Neji. Naruto doesn't receive any apologies from those who should give him one (like the villagers! I think the old hokage bastard died so.. no apology there I guess). Like, I know Iruka apologizes to him and I don't know why. I know Iruka was Naruto's first bond, what'd he and only him have to apologize for.

Not only that but Naruto just accepts everyone and then hides the fact that those in charge of Konoha planned the Uchiha massacre!!! (Does Sasuke know he's doing that?) It's ridiculous to just hide the genocide committed by the state (because he's patriotic? Wants to stick to the status quo as much as possible while trying to change things??). And it's somehow worse to hide it when you have this intensely close relationship with the lone survivor of that genocide.

Like, why write Naruto like that? To receive no actual closure (imo) on how he grew up in Konoha and tp make him a top tier bootlicker

included the second part of the ask

(2/2) With Sasuke, that genocide happened and he was just left to his own devices on the outskirts. And he's treated as a villian for justifiably wanting to "destroy" Konoha and wanting a revolution. It gets under my skin how much the K12 kids don't give a fuck about stuff like this. (I like all of them (except for 2) and stuff like this sours my opinion on them)

Not only is he treated as a villain, it appears that no one pay's for the Uchiha massacre (except for Itachi?) which is bullshit. It's just swept under the rug. And THEN Sasuke is written to become another Konoha bootlicker??! He has to go off on his own to atone for his sins? What!

And finally Neji. He died as he knew he would, for the main house family. I will hate that forever and always. His destiny didn't change. Little!Neji in the chunin exams exposing how fucked up the Hyuuga clan is, no one (except Naruto?) cares. He gave Hinata a chance to back out before he killed her, which was allowed, she didn't, he was about to end it and then 4 teachers(?) jump in to save her because, special treatment. Can't let the (former) Hyuuga heir die, she means more than the other kids.

And he was treated as an antagonist for being rightfully pissed off. But no, he just gets over it I guess after befriending Naruto, the Hyuuga clan continues with its slavery bullshit and he dies sacrificing himself for Hinata. What a way to go.

And I know they don't address the slavery Neji wanted to abolish in Boruto. They just ignore it and act like everything's fine and dandy. Naruto isn't one of those series where things just happen offscreen and we know it's cool, right? They can't just expect ppl to think the Hyuuga clan changed right? They don't even focus on them, Neji died and so did any relevance to the Hyuugas because Hinata doesn't do anything.

(Had Neji lived I know he also would've been turned into a major bootlicker too)

In conclusion I can't stand how these 3 boys were screwed over by the village in many ways and then screwed over by bad writing. It's irritating. I love Naruto but there's so many problems with it.

i tried to be concise, hope i covered everything!

I agree that if the Naruto franchise didn’t end off with lackluster romance plots and instead gave closure for all the things they left open ended after the end of the war it would have made a much better ending to the series.

Kishimoto had even admitted he had trouble writing romance in as he hadn’t ever planned on it. He never considered it that relevant so when they did include it, the whole thing felt so forced and awkward it was even kinda ooc for Naruto and Sasuke (scenes like narutos flat ‘im not in touch with my emotions’ reaction to hinatas confession that butchered his character were an absolute pain to sit through)

Nejis death being an awful plot devise to develop NH was a terrible move, like neji sacrificed himself for someone who moments later held narutos hand and went "his hands are warm"??

Don’t even wanna list anything I dislike about ss cause their marriage is so lifeless i feel dead thinking about it.

As for the villagers, they were happy to alienate a poor kid who couldn’t fend for himself and let him believe he was a demon and was deserving of it all but then started licking his boots when they realized they had the equivalent of a nuclear weapon desperate to protect them, and even then they weren’t remorseful of their actions, its all very sickening really,

I think the whole end of Naruto was handled in a way that went against the characters values? like I can easily imagine Naruto being rightfully enraged at the people who issued the massacre of hundreds of innocents, and he wouldn’t ever think of hiding anything like that, especially from the victim who was also his friend??.

How they wrote sasuke as someone who now fucking bows down and becomes a soldier for a village that destroyed him and has done nothing for him is just absolute bs. Although with sasuke, even if one argues his loyalty was for Naruto, the patriotic lines are just too much.

As for the rest, I don’t have much to say cause they never tried to understand why sasuke was doing what he did, they only saw a power hungry uchiha who was seeking revenge.

And yes nejis end was tragic for all the wrong reasons, i was more pissed than sad watching it. He was treated as a tool for nh and his anger at the hyuga clan and their issues was brushed off without much thought because the series never delved into it or resolved it.

And yes we got no real closure for the uchiha massacre, all the messed up things in the hyuga clan and the way Naruto was mistreated his whole life etc. Its aggravating how they expect us to believe its all fixed and fine now

I really do love the pre shippuden arcs like the zabuza and haku arc especially though. They were the peak naruto experience for me and are always the scenes I reminisce and often get nostalgic over.

#thanks for the ask anon #sharing my opinions and interpretations

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The Same Coin - Part 5

Masterlist

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

A/N: I think y’all will like this one (please don’t hate me👀)! This was probably the most challenging chapter to write so far because it’s a heavier one, but it’s also my favorite😏 Special thanks to @murdermewithbooks for helping me plot this one out, because I hate writing action😂 Thank you so much for the kind words you’ve been leaving on this series, it means so much. I hope you enjoy, and as always feedback is welcome and appreciated!

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Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of death, Angst™, a serving of Tender

The news blares on high volume as soon as Javier turns the TV on. The reporter recounts the events of the last several hours, as if branding a harsh reminder into his head. Several killed, many injured in ambush - Escobar likely suspect. Among dead: one officer and unidentified bystander. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth only so he can throw down another glass of whatever liquor was at the front of the cabinet when he got home. His head throbs, but it’s not from the alcohol—he’d rather be numb, though that’s not a reprieve he deserves to feel. He barely remembers to blink as he stares at the screen, the events of the night a blur that’s smeared across his memory.

After the phone call with the informant at the bar, Javier offers to drive you home while Steve and Connie stay behind for a bit longer. The ride home is short and quiet with neither of you wanting to bring up the conversation from earlier—the only sounds are those of gravel meeting the car’s tires as he pulls up to the apartment complex. He walks you to your flat next door, much to your confusion, then pauses before asking to talk to you inside. You wrinkle your brows at him, but nod after a moment, unlocking the door. The door creaks more loudly than usual as you step aside for him to come in after you, then shut it quietly behind him. He follows as you walk to the living room, setting down your keys and bag before turning to him, rubbing one of your arms nervously—he feels a bit of anxiety himself. Apprehensively, he meets your timid gaze, and the room is somehow more silent than it is when empty.

“What is it?” you ask, hesitantly. You have this wistful look in your eyes that he knows will tug on his conscience later.

For a moment it seems as though you expect him to bring up the conversation from earlier at the bar. But his mind couldn’t be further away—in fact, he’s trying not to think of it. Right now, he’s just trying to think of how to ask for your help—and trying not to let it bother him that he needs it at all.

“You once told me you were tired of no one getting things done. Right?” he starts. His tone is calm, but you still look at him dubiously and he knows this isn’t going to be easy.

“Yes...what does that—” you begin to ask.

“I need your help with a mission.”

“Okay? That’s kind of our job?” you ask again, putting your hands in your pockets and shrugging.

“A discreet mission,” he emphasizes, raising a brow.

The lightbulb seems to turn on for you and you shake your head, crossing your arms. “Oh, no, Peña, you’re not pulling me into another one of your back-alley schemes,” you quip, raising your voice just a little.

“Look, just hear me out,” he pleads, stepping closer to you. You shake your head again.

“You don’t need to do anything illegal,” he reassures you. “But I need someone else with us who’s on our side, a second pair of eyes.”

“Who is ‘us’? And why me, not Steve?” you ask, standing up straighter.

“Murphy’s gotten into too much trouble already—he’s one fuck-up away from being sent back to the states as it is. The ambassador’s going to have his ass if he gets involved in anything else.”

“So you want me to get in trouble?”

“No, you’re not going to get in—” Javier sighs with exasperation, putting a hand on his hip. “You’re not going to get in trouble. Murphy will stay back and verify things at headquarters. It’ll be fine, just trust me.”

“Who is ‘us’?” you ask again. Your tone is impatient, Javier notes while unclenching his jaw and trying not to scowl.

“I’m going to have one of my...informants be a fly on the wall. We have confirmed intel on where Escobar’s going to be next week. The cartel’s having some sort of meeting at a hotel.”

“What kind of informant is willing to go in there with those assholes? How do you know him?”

“Her name is Lina. And she’ll do it. She has her reasons for helping us.”

“‘Her’? How do you know her?” You look at him curiously, but he doesn’t answer—it shouldn’t take you long to figure it out.

The look on his face tells you what you don’t need to ask, and you let out a huff.

“You want to use a civilian as a spy? She’s not an agent, she has no protection. Why would she want to do this?” you ask incredulously.

“Just leave that to me,” he asserts.

“Peña, that’s never going to work. It’s a terrible idea, one that’s going to get someone hurt.”

“I thought you were tired of how they’ve been running things?” he chides. “Here’s your chance to get some real intel.”

“And the person who just gave you all of this information. We’re supposed to just trust them?”

“I’m already having Trujillo run some checks with Centra Spike. We’ll be golden.”

Javier sees your frown and feels mildly guilty for asking you. But he wouldn’t ask if he didn’t need to—and he needs to. Another beat passes and you sigh heavily, looking at him intently—he knows that look well, and he can’t help but grin. You shake your head again and glower at him, but he doesn’t miss the tiny smirk that plays on your lips soon after.

You knock on the door to Steve’s apartment upstairs, rocking on your shoes as you wait for him to answer. When he does, you see that the anguished look in his eyes mirrors your own. He and Peña had left the scene well before you did, since you were in charge of the debriefing this time. Truthfully, you’re surprised they both headed straight home instead of to the bar. Steve doesn’t offer any words as he takes the classified papers you’re holding out of your hands. He doesn’t smile as he reaches out and gives your upper arm a squeeze.

“How is he?” you ask quietly, looking down at the ground. Steve runs a hand over his face, letting out an exhale.

“You...should go talk to him. He’ll listen to you,” he says, softly.

You purse your lips, knowing there’s nothing you can say and comprehending Steve’s actual meaning. He needs you. You blink a few times, trying to steady your breathing before you nod. He shouldn’t need you. You tell him good night and slowly turn back to the stairwell once he shuts the door, taking one step at a time back down to the first floor.

Over several days, you both come to a silent mutual agreement to not bring up that night in his room again. It seems to be better this way for the most part, since you can ignore it and focus on your work—that’s what really matters, anyways. For now, the pressing matter at hand is the less-than-ideal undercover mission he’s convinced you to get in on. You’re not happy about it, but if you don’t take the part he’ll do it alone anyways, and you know how well that usually works out.

And so your usual routine falls back into play. The details of the mission are quickly worked out. It’s simple enough—you’ll escort Lina into the hotel, serving as protection, while she attempts to infiltrate the cartel’s group meeting to gain some intel from the men. Two women casually coming and going from their hotel room is innocent enough not to raise any alarm. A small group of officers will be stationed inside beforehand in case there’s any trouble. Peña, who’s already familiar to the narcos due to his prior shady engagements, will stay concealed outside and monitor the perimeter.

The night before the mission you go over to his apartment to run over some final details. You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor jotting something down on your notepad when you hear a knock at the door. Both of you look up from what you’re doing, and he gets up to go answer it.

“Is Steve coming over, too?” you ask, looking at the time. It’s late, and Steve never comes over at this hour.

“No, I’m hungry,” he replies. “Aren’t you?”

He opens the door before you get the chance to answer, and you’re met with the sight of a man holding out a large bag of food. Peña hands the man some bills and thanks him, taking the bag and shutting the door.

“I thought we could use some fuel before tomorrow,” he remarks casually, setting the bag down on the coffee table. Whatever it is, it smells delicious and you have to admit your stomach has been growling quietly. He pulls everything out of the bag, handing you one of the containers. You take it from him, also using the break as an opportunity to stretch out your aching back.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, a tiny smile forming on your lips. He simply nods, sitting down across from you with his own portion and digging in.

“This place is a favorite of mine,” you comment after swallowing the first bite.

“I know. You told us during one of our late nights,” he answers, holding your slightly widened gaze a second longer than necessary. You don’t have anything to say to that, immediately suppressing the warmth that’s rushing into your face. You almost allow yourself to feel flattered that he would remember some minute detail like that, but quickly dismiss the thought. You’ve been working together for long enough that he’s bound to have caught on to your preferences.

As you finish your late-night snack, you find yourselves putting the business of the mission behind for just a while. Instead, you both delve into some light stories about your past lives, the ones you lived back in the states. You tell him that sometimes your old life feels like a fever dream. Things were different then—with the things you’ve seen here, you’ve lost a bit of yourself. You know he’s no stranger to that feeling, either. There was a time where you could sleep without the weight of the world pressing down on you—where facing the days alone wasn’t all that unbearable. Oddly enough, you don’t feel that alone now—not completely, anyway.

He must notice you’ve drifted off in your mind for a bit, making some remark to pull you back to reality. You mention a passing thought about how you’re not the same person you once were.

“I was a good man, back then. I think I was, at least,” he murmurs, out of the blue. It sounds as if he’s thinking out loud rather than telling it to you. He stares at his hands for a moment before locking eyes with you. You hold his gaze, pulling your knees up to your stomach and observing him quietly.

“You’re a good man now, Peña,” you tell him. The words come out of your mouth without warning, but you’re more surprised that they came so easily. The expression on his face is inscrutable as he ponders on what you said. He leans forward to put the empty container of food down, then crosses his hands together. His eyes are soft, but the way he scoffs quietly tells you he doesn’t believe you.

“Albeit a petulant, stubborn man,” you playfully add, getting a chuckle from him. He changes the subject, asking you something else about your old life and rambling about some more stories of his own. You laugh genuinely at some joke he makes about the higher ups at the embassy, and for the first time in a while you feel like the air is a little bit lighter between you.

There’s something about the way your eyes light up when you talk about the things you love—something that, in a different life, he would’ve taken every chance to see more often. It’s such a stark contrast from the look on your face whenever you’re determined to change his mind, much like you had when you’d warned him about this mission. I should’ve fucking listened. He has no one else to blame except himself, though he knows you and Murphy will try to tell him otherwise. Javier thinks of the irony of it—the one time you tell him he’s a good man, and he’s never been further from being one. He’s never cared what you thought of him before, but he does now. He downs some more liquor, simultaneously finding comfort and torment in his thoughts of you.

Static noise comes from the walkie talkie.

Something’s wrong. One of the soldiers had been detailing his surroundings when he suddenly got cut off mid-sentence. That’s the first thing that makes Javier's stomach turn on itself as he hisses into the walkie a second time. Trujillo’s driving—speeding—down the street to the hotel as Javier swears under his breath, leaning forward in the passenger seat as if it’ll get him there any faster.

“Garcia!” he yells, waiting for an answer. “Martinez!” He swears again, louder, when there’s still no response. His adrenaline kicked in a while ago, but now the feeling of sheer panic suddenly floods his entire body, filling every vein. His voice falters when he calls your name, knowing it’s for nothing—you had gone in with Lina, armed but with no means of communication. The narcos posted on guard at the front of the hotel meant you could have only a gun hidden in its holster under your dress.

“Agent Peña—” one of the men finally answers, and Javier immediately straightens.

“Escobar...he planned…” The blood leaves Javier’s face as he hears the words. This was a setup.

The car screeches to an abrupt stop outside the hotel as Javier calls for the other soldiers again. Trujillo hastily calls Murphy to bring in backup.

“What is going on in there?” Javier yells.

“Man down...agent...she’s...they—” there’s screaming in the background and static continues to deform the man’s words.

“She’s what, Garcia? Where are they? Get out of there, now!” Javier shouts, but is met with silence again.

The TV reporter moves on to some other story, but Javier doesn't hear a single thing she's saying. He barely has the energy to hear his own thoughts, let alone some outsider's rendition of the latest tragedy. He puts out his cigarette in the ashtray, running his hand over his face. Over the course of the last few hours, he’s had every emotion run through him. Guilt, as he remembers the look on their faces when they covered the bodies and rolled the gurneys away. He’s not sure he’ll ever unsee it. Fear, a different kind of fear he’s not familiar with, when he thinks of you.

You weren’t in the range of fire, you’d told him once you were out. You had sensed something was off and went in to find Lina, pulling her out with you when the shots started to ring out. But it was too late—the narcos had hit her. The soldiers had to pull you off her, urging you to get outside to safety. They’d alerted the men outside with Javier that you were coming so they wouldn’t fire.

Javier’s never known a sensation of relief as strong as the one he felt when he saw your figure exit the building.

“What the hell happened?” You ask with horror in your eyes as you run over to Javier on the street outside. You must be flustered, not hearing him when he asks if you’re okay. You’re panting and out of breath, not knowing that he’s finally breathing again, too.

Javier resists the urge to put a hand on your shoulder as he asks you again. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you answer with an exhale. “Don’t worry about me now.” He keeps his eyes on you a little longer, subtly looking you up and down to make sure you’re actually unharmed.

Once he’s certain you’re safe, Javier glances over at the paramedics rolling people towards the ambulances, the tension returning to his body. Murphy walks over to the two of you, head hanging low. He doesn’t look at either of you, just briefly runs some information by you.

Javier’s shoulders drop as he runs a hand through his hair, going over to the paramedic. He doesn’t need to look back to know you and Murphy are watching him with concerned, pitying looks on your faces. The paramedic’s about to cover the body when he gently stops her with his hand. He looks at Lina, her eyes closed as though she’s asleep. He whispers the apology she’ll never hear, silently lingering there for a long moment before nodding at the paramedic and walking away.

He goes back over to you and Murphy, who merely places a hand on Javier’s arm.

“Don’t,” Javier mutters, shrugging it off. “Just...don’t.” He walks back to the car and Murphy follows. He gets back into the passenger seat, slamming the door as Murphy starts the car and drives off in the too-quiet night. He knows you're alright, or else he wouldn't have left you on your own. But as he watches your figure get smaller in the car's side view mirror, he feels a smoldering sensation of regret in the pit of his stomach, one he knows won't leave him any sooner than his guilt about tonight.

You still have his key—you never got around to giving it back—so you let yourself in after a few light knocks that you know he won't answer. It’s dark in his apartment save for a dim lamp, but you can see the flickering lights of the TV casting a glow from his bedroom. You approach his door, and it feels a little easier than it did the first time despite the somber atmosphere that weighs down on you both. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the screen with glazed eyes. Your footsteps are light as you cross the room toward him, as though you might break something if you make even a single sound. His bed sinks with your movement as you quietly sit down next to him, picking up the remote from the nightstand. You switch off the TV, shunning the news reporter into silence. He still makes no movement as you shift to face him, the mattress creaking in response.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, keeping his gaze straight ahead. You wonder if he’s miles away in his head. The incandescent yellow light from the lamp casts dark shadows on the features of his face, but you know his heavy undereyes are similar to your own.

“We’re with you, you know,” you say softly, breaking the unbearable silence. “We’re not going anywhere.”

He doesn’t respond, but you don’t expect him to.

He raises his head to look at you now. His jaw is tense and his eyes carry a pain you wish you could hold for him, even for just a while. He doesn’t say anything but the way he’s looking at you is almost intense enough to make you avert your eyes. You’re suddenly very aware that you’re inches away from him. Months ago, you would’ve said this was far too close. But now you find him subconsciously leaning into you ever so slightly, and you don’t have the strength or desire to move away. For a millisecond you catch him glancing down at your lips, then back to your eyes. It feels like an eternity later when he lifts his hand and moves it to your face, not quite touching you yet. His fingers hover with uncertainty over your skin, but it’s close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his hand. He keeps his gaze on you, his eyes soft as he swallows dryly. You think you have an idea of what this is—he needs a distraction, one he's always found through physical contact, one you can give him. But this feels different, like there's something else there that neither of you will say out loud. You bite the inside of your cheek when you realize that you just might want it, too. You’re so focused on quieting your own heart rate that it startles you when his fingertips briskly touch your skin and brush along your jaw. He traces his thumb gently over the curve of your cheek, and you swear his fingers are trembling. Slowly, he traces his fingers back up your jawline and sweeps a few strands of your hair behind your ear. Then he breaks eye contact at the same time his fingers leave your skin, and it’s so unexpected that you silently inhale a breath of air you didn’t know you needed. No longer meeting your gaze, he lowers his hand and gently places his fingers under your chin, tilting your face up to him. His mouth is slightly parted as he glances at your lips again. He runs his thumb delicately along your lower lip, and the sensation of his gentle touch feels like static electricity. You’re watching him quietly, observing all the shadowed features of his face that you’ve never noticed before—the crinkles around his eyes, the curve of his jaw. He cups your face with his hand as he leans in a centimeter closer, and you nearly feel your heart jump out of your chest. You look down at his lips and start to lean in yourself, both of you waiting for a cue to fully close the distance. There’s a magnetic pull as his lips hover agonizingly close to yours.

But just like that, he drops his hand and you see the expression in his eyes change to one of remorse. You turn away as he pulls back, and your face grows warm. You straighten your posture; your mind’s still catching up to what just happened. Maybe it really is for the best. Neither of you are able to find the right words to say. Only seconds pass but you decide you should leave now, that this won't happen again. You couldn't bear it, not a second time.

He doesn't meet your eyes as you start to stand, and you give no explanation. But you only take one step before you feel his hand gently wrap around your arm, stopping you.

Javier wants to let you go. There are few things either of you have control over, but this is one of them. He wants to stop whatever this is before it goes any further. But before he can even finish the thought to himself, he knows it's a lie. He doesn't know what overcomes him, but he says it anyways.

“No,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “Please, stay.”

He hates the way it sounds like a plea, hates the way you turn to look at him with hurt in your eyes. He knows that look, and you're the last person he wants to feel like he used. God, he wanted to bring your lips to his, to forget everything and get lost in it all. He already regrets not letting it happen, hates himself for having the nerve to ask you to stay despite this. But tonight, he doesn't want to be alone.

“I, um—” he stammers.

You exhale, but it's more to steady yourself than anything else. “Okay,” you interrupt him, nodding once. His hand slowly trails from your arm down to your hand, holding it gently. Subconsciously you've moved close to him again, standing just in front of his knees and looking down at him. “Okay,” you repeat even more softly. Your own voice quivers now and you’re afraid that if you say anything else, you’ll give yourself away. Whatever line you were afraid of crossing, it's long gone now. He looks as surprised by your answer as you do.

You reach over, turning off the lamp on the nightstand and plunging the room into darkness. You want to tell him things will be okay, but he’s not a fool and neither are you. There’s little left to be said tonight, which is why you decide to stay. You have nothing to offer except your presence, the slight consolation that comes when you share your grief with someone. Some nights, the isolation and loneliness forms walls around you, leaving a space hollow enough to create echoes in your mind. On such nights, you know sharing the burden is better than carrying it alone. He scoots into the center of the bed, hesitantly taking your hand again and pulling you towards him. You tug your shoes off and slowly climb onto the bed, trying not to think about how his rough hand feels on your skin or the way your heart skips a beat. He moves over some more to make room for you then lies down on the pillow. You follow, lying down next to him, your head a little higher up than his. The sheets are cool and his body feels comforting against you, but you're still tense and it takes a few moments for both of you to start relaxing into each other. His fingers intertwine with yours for a moment before you pull them away, moving your hand to his face. Your fingers lightly graze along his jaw, then down along his arm. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head; the same bleak flashbacks are playing in your own mind.

A few quiet seconds go by when he tentatively places a hand over your waist, as if asking for your approval. When you don't pull away, he gradually moves his hand to your back, wrapping his whole arm over you. The warmth of his skin pressed against yours is calming, and you sense he feels the same. He pulls your body in closer to him, putting firm pressure over your waist. You drape your own arm over him, holding him tightly with your hand behind him. He holds onto a fistful of your shirt on your back, and you can feel him trying to distract himself from the remaining tension in his muscles. If he were any closer to you, he'd be nestled into your neck; truth be told, you wouldn’t mind. The sensation of his skin against yours suddenly sparks a reminder of everything you’ve been missing, and you’ve never felt more wholly at peace.

Suddenly, his raspy voice fills the darkness.

“I didn't want this,” he whispers. There’s a lump in your throat as you try to force back your shared affliction that threatens to spill over.

“Of course you didn't,” you answer softly, running a light hand along the back of his head.

“I don’t—” he starts, but you stop him.

“Sleep, Javier.”

At the sound of his name coming from your lips, he tilts his head to look up at you. You've never called him by anything other than ‘Peña’ before; somehow the sound of his name coming from you is a stranger but also an old friend. He can’t see much of your eyes in the dark, but he tries to imagine the look on them now. He knows this isn’t the man you know him to be, but also knows you won’t hold it against him. He moves his hand away from your back, letting his fingers run across your collarbone and up your neck, then to your jaw. You’re almost certain he can feel your pulse pounding against his fingertips. Gingerly, you comb your fingers through his hair and his chest constricts with a feeling he’s been avoiding for too long. Javier's so used to wanting and getting more. But as strange as it is, this is enough. At least, just for tonight.

He reaches down and tugs the comforter over both of you, enveloping you in warmth and naively hoping it’s the only thing that swallows him whole tonight. In this brief moment, with you tucked into him and both of you covered by a blanket of warmth, he wouldn't mind if he is swallowed whole.

He’s still facing you, listening to the sounds of your breathing and taking slow inhales to steady his own breaths. The pain of tonight continues to throb unwaveringly. But eventually his mind grows foggy, and slowly he’s lured off to sleep. The night isn’t as dark when he’s not alone.

You know it's still early when you open your eyes—the city is still asleep outside and there’s no hint of light peeking through the curtains. The first thing you become aware of is that you're still in yesterday's clothes; they're stiff and uncomfortable. The next thing you realize is that you've still got an arm wrapped over Javier’s torso. Javier. His name, even just in your mind, feels unfamiliar yet completely welcome. He'd turned away at some point—his back is pressed against the front of your body, and your knees are resting along the back of his legs. His body is completely relaxed, so you can tell he's still asleep. There's a lot of empty space behind you—all that room but you haven't moved from his side of the bed overnight. You're grateful he was able to sleep, even if only a little. Your cheek is resting on his shoulder; you can feel the rising and falling of his breaths matching the rhythm of your own. Warmth rushes to your face when you realize you'd slept like this all night. You'd dozed off sometime after him, and while it was an unrestful sleep, you somehow feel safer than you do most mornings.

He shifts his arm a bit, breaking you from your thoughts. Your arm is still draped over him and he unconsciously moves his own arm over yours, holding onto you gently. You have a fleeting concern about whether you should get up and go home to your own apartment. But Javier lets out a quiet exhale, which makes you inadvertently nuzzle your cheek even more into the back of his neck. You let yourself close your eyes; they're still heavy with sleep and you allow yourself to doze off again. Physically, and perhaps mentally, you can’t remember the last time you were this close to someone. Maybe—just maybe—this is better than home.

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 3 years

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Yancy x Illinois - First Impressions Aren’t Always the Best

I decided to try properly writing Yanois, just to see how I’d manage it. After rewatching Illinois’ scenes, I think he would get on the nerves of the Yancy I write at first.

Word Count 2,122

(Read more because Illinois talks so much...)

Happy Trails Penitentiary was renowned for its rehabilitation initiatives. They had a wide variety of classes and visitors to help prisoners. Educational courses, chances to learn new skills, pen pal projects. Many prisoners would never have the opportunity for such experiences, and it was an integral part of helping them prepare for a better life outside of prison when their sentence was finished.

There was one visitor that most prisoners in Yancy’s ‘Gang’ adored. His name was Illinois, a renowned adventurer and archaeologist. Between his job in the university and research trips, he only had time to visit once every few months. It worked in his favour, as those that wanted to visit were able to to hear the various stories that Illinois was more than happy to tell. Not only that, it would encourage the small ‘fan club’ among the younger prisoners.

It was one of the few events that Yancy avoided. Something about Illinois rubbed him the wrong way. He was so arrogant and cocky, acting like the world revolved around him. It wasn’t an act, either. Yancy had spotted Illinois speaking to the Warden on his first visit two years earlier, and he acted the exact same way as he did in the talk that happened that day. After that, Yancy decided he didn’t want anything to do with the adventurer. But if Illinois were to ever become an inmate? Yancy would make sure Illinois had the snot beaten out of him within the first week.

Unfortunately, a lot of the Gang were of the opposite view, especially those around Yancy’s age. To them, Illinois walked straight out of an adventure movie and lived the ideal life. What prisoner didn’t dream of going exploring in uncharted territories? It meant that they would frequently share Illinois’ tales in rec yard when he came to visit. Yancy would roll his eyes, but keep quiet. Let them have their fun.

Today was the day that Illinois visited the prison. It had been over three months since the last visit, so there was an excited buzz among individuals in the Gang. Yancy spent the morning bracing himself. There was a talk after lunch that the others would go to, which would mean the rest of the afternoon and evening would be nothing but historical chatter and “Illinois is so cool!”. He would grumble, but he would keep that to himself. It wasn’t fair to deflate their excitement. He went to the library, found some random book and focused on that for the day. Then, once they had their excitement, it would die down and Yancy could enjoy more casual conversation.

Which was the plan… Until Bam-Bam pleaded for him to go to the last talk of the day. It turned out that his shift clashed with the talk everyone else they knew went to, and he didn’t want to go alone. Begrudgingly, Yancy closed the book, returned it to the shelf, and followed Bam-Bam. A flaw of being a loyal friend was knowing when to swallow your pride and do something you would rather not do.

When you go to something with low expectations, it can be incredibly difficult to feel the time was used in a worthwhile manner. Some might have memories of a teacher they hated, or a family gathering they had been dreading. This was a similar position to what Yancy found himself in. One of the ‘classrooms’ had been adjusted slightly to allow various displays to take center stage, with the chairs in neat rows in front of it. Bam-Bam and Yancy claimed two seats at the back, allowing the greaser to slouch in the chair with his arms crossed. Then, once more prisoners had arrived, the talk began.

On and on Illinois went, droning endlessly in that slow drawl. Yancy wished he had a TV remote to speed up the talking a fraction. Was Illinois focused on making sure everyone could understand him, or did he want to prolong the joy of hearing himself talk? It might have been more tolerable if Bam-Bam wasn’t genuinely engrossed in the lecture. They could have made amusing comments throughout. Instead, Yancy was stuck. Sure, history was interesting, but Illinois really drove home the stereotype of boring history teachers. The ‘adventures’ even sounded cliché and fake. Maybe he should have taken the book with him after all...

A painfully slow half hour passed. Once the talk was over, Illinois would literally open the floor to the other prisoners. The chairs would be pushed aside and those that wanted to look at the items Illinois brought were welcome to do so. Yancy was dragged along to view the pieces. Most of the articles were dated to be approximately eight thousand years old. What caught Bam-Bam’s attention was a stone carving that vaguely resembled a cat.

“Ahhh, I see the ‘White Jaguar’ has caught your attention.” Yancy had to repress a shudder at the smooth voice interrupting their own questions back and forth. Illinois stepped over, resting an arm against the perspex container. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she? A miracle we even found her in the first place. She was why I wasn’t able to visit like I said I would last month.” Bam-Bam’s eager question had Illinois chuckle and shake his hand dismissively. “Oh, I’m sure you two gentlemen have much better things to do than hear about how I nearly lost my right hand in my most recent adventure.” When Bam-Bam insisted otherwise, Illinois smirked (and Yancy nearly gagged).

“If you insist. While on our recent dig, I noticed one of the ruins had a floor panel that looked a little different from the rest. It took a little persuasion, but I got that pesky stone up. There, sprawled out before me, was a staircase leading down into the earth. I picked up one of the torches and made my way down. Slowly, I delved deeper into the darkness. One step gave way under me to set off a series of poison-dipped darts, but I was able to dodge them all without breaking a sweat.” Illinois continued, dramatically regaling every single trap that he encountered until he found the White Jaguar. When taking everything around it, he surmised that the owner of the house had been a thief. The jaguar motif was familiar, as he had noticed something similar in a nearby cave that had been repurposed at the time as a sacred spot.

“- Now, this heart of this cave was still guarded by ancient jaguar spirits. They rattled the large statues as I approached, obviously sensing the treasure I carried. In the middle, there was a jaguar’s head carved out of stone. Its jaw was open wide and I couldn’t help but feel as though it was just the right spot for this precious lady. But then, skeletons of what I assume were magic users from an era long gone by pounced and tried to wrestle the statue off me, but I was too fast for them. At last, I reached the carved head, put the White Jaguar in the mouth… and the stone head moved, trapping my arm in a ferocious bite!” He gestured to the cloth wrapped around his right wrist. It was unwrapped just enough to show the healing bite marks. “It had the strength to bite it clean off, but relented when it realised what I had done by offering my arm as blood payment to return -”

“Wait wait wait.” Yancy’s interruption had Bam-Bam elbow him, but it didn’t stop the objection. “That can’t be right. If youse managed to bring this back to where it’s meant to be, why the fuck is it here?”

“An excellent question. This is my recreation of it. I am no thief. I return artefacts to where they belong. Archaeology has a rotten connection with thievery, and I try to rectify the mistakes of my predecessors.”

“So then this entire thing could be bullshit!” Yancy scoffed. “Bam-Bam, this guy just got bitten by someone’s dog and has made this pile of baloney to hide that.”

“Are you accusing me of being a liar?”

“Well, I ain’t calling you a ‘truther’, that’s for sure!”

Yancy was ready for a proper argument. In fact, he was hoping for one. Instead… Illinois laughed, and it wasn’t that typical ‘cocky chuckle’. It was a bright, genuine laugh. He could almost see Bam-Bam go starry-eyed at such a rare moment. Typical Yancy. Getting more attention from Illinois when he wanted to rile him up.

“I suppose it all does sound rather suspicious when you put it that way. Let me show you something.” Illinois gestured for the pair to follow him toward a display of photographs. Instead of pointing to these, he instead reached for his briefcase. A small photo album was pulled out. Yancy noticed that it was dated three months prior. While Illinois flipped through it, both prisoners could see what looked like an area that had been dug up. It matched the pictures in front of them of an excavation site. At last, Illinois found what he was looking for.

“One Guardian Jaguar, complete with the White Jaguar in its mouth. As you can see, the teeth have fresh blood on them. It was an… Oddly tranquil sight, despite the unfortunate situation.”

“So then why act like these are the real deal? People just take youse’s word for it?”

“Normally those that attend my talks know that what I show are my artistic recreations for purely educational purposes. I suppose I do take for granted that those who attend here are invested regulars.” Illinois gave a small shrug. “It’s an easy mistake to forget to remind people who might be new to my talks. I’m sorry if you thought I was a fraud, but I am the real deal. Too good to be true, yet here I am.”

“Yeah yeah, ‘sucks that I’m perfect as shit’, I get it. Least you knows not to make that mistake again.” Yancy rocked back on his heel with the intention of turning and walking away.

“Now now. I can’t let you walk off like that. Take this.” Another item was pulled out of his briefcase. “I made this smaller model of the White Jaguar as a ‘first draft’. I was intending on using it as motivation to my first-year students but… I think it should stay here with you.” Illinois took the opportunity to reach for Yancy’s hand. The small clay model was gently placed in it before Illinois curled Yancy’s fingers over it to keep it in place. His hands stayed where they were as he continued, “We think the White Jaguar was a symbol of good fortune. Perhaps it might bring you some good luck.” He smiled at Yancy, only to have the moment broken by the guard announcing that there were five minutes before the prisoners had to return to their cells for the afternoon count. Yancy took the chance to quickly leave the room without as much as a ‘goodbye’. At least his friend, who introduced himself as Bam-Bam, quickly thanked Illinois before darting out.

A few more questions were asked of him by other prisoners and curious staff; and then it was time to tidy up to bring everything back to the university. It was only when he reached the White Jaguar model did Illinois hesitate. There was something about that abrasive prisoner he couldn’t put his finger on. Was it because he seemed uninterested in the adventurer? Or was there something else? It was a rare moment that Illinois wished he’d had an excuse to chat to the prisoner longer. Maybe not here, but somewhere quieter. Just the two of them.

Huh… Was this what an attraction felt like? He joked about others falling in love with him so often, he wasn’t sure if this was payback for never returning interest in others. He was drawn toward a prisoner that seemed keen to dismiss his hard work and reputation. And worse! Illinois didn’t even know his name!

Then again… A good adventurer always loves the thrill of a mystery. Maybe he could try and find that prisoner next time he visited. Now that the university was open again, he’d be able to drop by more frequently…

For what it was worth, Yancy also had a mystery on his hands.

Namely, how to get away from Bam-Bam - who would not SHUT UP about their prolonged conversation with Illinois - and half the gang - who were incredibly jealous Yancy got a gift from the Illinois!

He dropped his head against the chow hall table with a low ‘thunk’. This was the opposite of getting the others to stop talking about Illinois around him!

#writersofmark #yancy #illinois ahwm #yanois #markiplier egos #(read-more is for tidiness! :D )#dramatic prisoner (Yancy)#cocky adventurer (Illinois)

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ahhhsami · 4 years

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TLOU2 and the Stages of Grief

To begin, here’s a quick crash course into the 5 Stages of Grief.

There are five stages of grief; Denial & Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Although these are the identified stages, they are not experienced the same for everyone. People experience them occurring in different orders, experience each stage to different degrees, and in some cases people don’t experience all of the stages. Often times people in real life experience these stages without full completion due to how quickly the world moves and the responsibilities that society has put on an individual. Throughout the whole process, our own feelings and thoughts of mortality is brought up. But there is a common thread in each of the stages and that is Hope. While you may have lost someone you are still alive and there is hope that you will continue to live, or in some cases just survive.

Now that we’ve covered some basics to the 5 Stages of Grief, let’s really get into it in regards to The Last of Us Part II. There will be spoilers ahead.

1. Denial & Isolation

The obvious trigger to this first stage for Ellie was the killing of Joel. We can see this particular event beginning the thoughts of “This can’t be happening.” Denial is a buffer, a protection mechanism against tragic events. This then moves onto the feeling of helplessness and a lack of hope. Often times this stage is shorter, a more immediate response to the loss. Ellie clearly experiences this stage quickly, this can be seen through the audio distortion as soon as Joel is killed. The stage has begun and continues to be present as the scene cuts to Ellie, Ellie who has isolated herself and who is clearly going through the stage of Denial & Isolation. It’s the first wave of pain.

2. Anger

This is the stage that Ellie stays in the longest. Denial & Isolation, as mentioned before, is a defense mechanism. This wears off though and what replaces it is the realization of what has occurred and pain. Absolute pain. We are vulnerable creatures and to protect ourselves we express ourselves in different ways. A very common way is Anger. Anger can be expressed in different ways and towards different people and objects. In Ellie’s case, the Anger is supposedly focused on Abby, the killer of Joel, and the people of WLF. But when we delve into it further, it’s not just about Abby and the WLF. Ellie expresses Anger at Joel, at her life and circumstances, and even herself.

The reason for feeling anger isn’t always obvious. Her anger towards Abby is. This woman has taken someone that Ellie cares for. But when it comes to the other things that Ellie has anger towards, it’s not as obvious and definitely isn’t fleshed out or recognized unless you’ve completed the game. Ellie resents Joel to an extent. That is clear. It stems from him lying to her about the Hospital Incident from The Last of Us Part I. But it also comes from him leaving. Although it was out of his control, Joel is still gone. Resentment and anger can be rational and irrational, just like all of the other emotions and thoughts people have. Ellie also feels resentment towards herself. She continues to struggle with the fact that she was saved. That with giving up her own life, she may have been able to save humanity. That’s a lot for one person. But what makes this even harder to endure, is the fact that Joel made that choice for her. On top of all of this, it’s easy to be angry, and then feel more angry for feeling angry. It’s a vicious cycle that Ellie gets trapped in.

In the world of TLOU, this stage is the most prominent due to the circumstances. Anger allows someone to survive and that’s what the people of this world do. They don’t have the luxury to sit back and go through the Five Stages of Grief properly. Ellie has learned anger and survival from the very beginning and Joel just reiterates it. He cements it in TLOU when Henry and Sam die. Not everyone gets to see or hear this interaction, but here it is; Ellie “I want to talk about it.” Joel “No.” Ellie “Why not?” Joel “How many times do we need to go over this? Things happen. And we move on.” Ellie “It’s just-” Joel “That’s enough.” Ellie “Alright.” Survival does this to you. It suppresses normal feelings and thoughts to allow someone to survive. On top of this, Tommy prolongs this stage too. He’s also trapped within it, taking Ellie with him.

Let us not forget the hopeful part of this stage though. Again each stage has the underlying fact that you are still alive. That although you have lost someone, you can still live. That hope begins in the presence of Dina. She is Ellie’s rock and someone who almost pulls her out of the stage of Anger, but unfortunately isn’t enough. Ellie is still grieving when she leaves JJ and Dina. She’s dealing with PTSD, depression, regret, anger, denial, and so much more all at once. She’s not living, she’s surviving. She’s putting her own family at risk. And although people would have loved for her to stay with Dina and JJ, she wouldn’t have been happy. She wouldn’t be living.

When Ellie does leave, she is still in the stage of Anger. It was clear that she had thought that she was past it, done with grieving, but with her reliving Joel’s death, she had not progressed through all of the Stages of Grief. This also brings to light the fact that you can also experience the stages more than once. By having an episode like this, it can restart stages such as Denial and Isolation. Grieving is not linear.

3. Bargaining

This stage is honestly one of the most interesting to me. Bargaining deals with the “If only” ideas and statements that people think of when grieving. For Ellie a big one I believe is “If only I had found him sooner.” You can see that from her flashbacks from her PTSD and depression. You can see it in her actions of trying to get revenge on Abby and the WLF. She continues to think and act on these “If only” and “What if” statements and questions. But not just about the specific moment that Joel is killed. She thinks about “What if Joel had let me die? Had let the Fireflies find a cure,” “What if I had stayed with Dina?,” “What if I hadn’t convinced Tommy to also get revenge?,” “If only we didn’t live in this type of world,” “If only I had been able to kill Abby when I had the chance.”

Ellie is plagued by guilt throughout TLOU2. This stage can eat away at someone mentally. And it does for Ellie. Often times she experiences the Stage of Anger and the stage of Bargaining at the same time. But also experiences them separately.

4. Depression

There are different types of depression and when it comes to grieving, there are two main types. One is related to more practical implications, like feeling sadness and regret for not spending time with others due to isolating oneself from the grief. It can also be linked with your worries, such as how are we going to bury them, what do we do with their belongings, or in Ellie’s case, how to get revenge. The second is more emotional and private. It’s based on inner feelings of sadness, helplessness, hopelessness, and guilt.

This stage is something that Ellie suppresses. She pushes these feelings and thoughts down and instead it’s replaced with anger.

5. Acceptance

This is the stage that people may find the most controversial in regards to the game. Many people never reach this stage. Often stuck in Anger and Denial. When this does occur, that’s okay and that’s life, but in Ellie’s case, she does reach acceptance.

Some people may expect acceptance to lead to instant happiness and moving on. But that is not the case. Acceptance is often marked by withdrawal and a sense of calm. Acceptance is coming to grips with what has happened, who you have lost, and also accepting your own mortality. It’s coming to the conclusion that “I’ve lost someone important, but I’m going to be able to survive, I’m going to be able to continue to live my life.”

I truly believe that Ellie would not have been able to find acceptance if she had killed Abby. If she had, her own anger would have continued to consume her and she would never make it through the Stages of Grief that she had needed to. Ellie ended a cycle of being driven to only survive. She wasn’t living and that was clear.

The way that I personally felt from the ending was withdrawn, but also calm, just like the stage of acceptance should feel. Ellie put down Joel’s guitar and left. She didn’t just accept his death, but all of the other things that she was struggling with inwardly and outwardly. A huge thing being the fact that she was kept alive by Joel. She didn’t just accept his death, she forgave him. She continued to live, finally fully grieving for the loss of Joel. She will continue to miss him, but the stages of Denial and Anger probably won’t be present again. She may feel sadness, but it won’t be to the same extent. She may think of those “what ifs,” but will then be able to counteract those thoughts rationally.

Grief is complex and so was this story. To sum this all up, the writing in TLOU2 is human, it’s real, it’s tough, it’s uncomfortable, and not everyone will like it. If you do struggle with this story, try to be self-reflective. Try to be empathetic towards the people who have enjoyed it, to the writers, to the team of creators, and just to people in general. There’s a reason why TLOU2 makes people uncomfortable, just like The Last of Us Part I did.

#tlou2 #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #tlou #text #so long #PS: Abby was the example of killing the person u wanted revenge against but not reaching acceptance #her story paralleled Ellie's #Killing her would have just led to Ellie experiencing the same shit over and over again #All the psych and social work lectures really coming out clutch rn #Ellie #Joel #Abby #Dina #Tommy

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davidmann95 · 3 years

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Superman and Lois' new ep?

Anonymous asked: S&L finally came back from the hiatus what did you think of the new episode?

Shame but hardly shocking the ratings took a major beating with this - hey, even with the surrounding circumstances, maybe doing things so that you drop 5 episodes of your new show and then vanish for months wasn't the hottest idea. Still, solid episode, even if some time away has allowed me to more fully settle in with this really being an 'elevated', refined version of the standard CW superhero stuff rather than something fundamentally different. I'm totally fine with that, especially with the other Superman stuff in the works, it just is what it is (though of course I'd still root for it being moved to HBO Max with a new showrunner).

* Holy shit that train rescue. This may not have the kind of budget the pilot did but they're still making the most of what they've got, and what they've got is still leagues above its immediate contemporaries; I'm really glad the philosophy seems to be that if people are tuning in for a Superman show but 90% of it is a family drama, then those Superman bits better POP.

* Glad the show continues with Lois and Clark both being at most exasperated about her being in unbelievable life-threatening peril on a regular basis because she's Lois Lane and that's how her life works. Related note, liked her barely even questioning a fellow reporter carrying around a laser capable of cutting through solid rock, because hey, it's the DCU. And did I hear right that he said X-Kryptonite is the 'first' Kryptonite?

* The heat vision in the hand bit was a rough adaptation of that scene early in Tomasi/Gleason's run, right? Unsurprisingly it was a lot better here, and also major evidence that Jor's power is considerably more than initially assumed since he's capable of hurting Clark.

* Speaking of heat vision, they finally did their inevitable scary glowy eyes Superman moment, and it was about as good as such a thing can be - a more than fair response to taking serious injuries protecting a kid against preemptive violence, and explicitly in lines with the larger themes of the episode.

* So Clark’s done with Sam, right?

* I had to rewatch a scene, I thought Jon was reacting with super-speed to catch Jor's punch and it was supposed to subtly be A Moment; I could still see him developing his powers much sooner rather than later now so he doesn't wear the sling for the rest of the season, unless there's a timeskip. Either way though they are really laying it on this kid and since Helbing mentioned in an interview they're not going to have him break bad in response, I'm not clear at all what's in mind for him, and not in a good way. A friend of mine who otherwise enjoys the show is almost wholly convinced that the two sons conceit was the product of WB nixing a single-son show where Jonathan would be written as Jordan is because higher-ups don't want that being how the idea of the super son is introduced in a big way, so they're having a 'wholesome' son in the existing vein to fill that requirement while doing the real story with the new kid, leading to Jon being basically ancillary support for Jor. I can honestly see it, and while I would still enjoy the show if that's the case, I really hope that even if it's true and that's how this setup started that it evolves, because Elsass is good in the part and it'd suck to leave such a principal aspect of the show just dangling. Good place to start might be delving into how he's starting to enable his brother as much as support him, and that Lois & Jon ‘team-up’ episode coming up might be a do-or-die moment.

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#Superman & Lois #Superman #Lois Lane #Jon Kent #DCTV #Opinion

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violetnotez · 4 years

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Izuku x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 2330+

⤷ Warnings: none!

⤷ Synopsis: You wake up one night to a nightmare, and the only person you want to comfort you is Izuku.

Song Recs: ⤷ Revive-Lione ⤷Graveyard-Halsey ⤷Passion-Mree

This fic is for the @bnhabookclub Bingo Event! Here’s my masterlist to see all my work for this event!

Bingo Slot: Lingering Hugs

Sorry for this being short! I just really wanted to keep it short and fluffy like Izuku

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You tossed in your damp sheets, the fabric suffocating as it stuck to your skin.

Damn your brain-it was barely 1 in the morning, and of course you had to wake up, covered in sweat and your heart racing from fear, due to a nightmare.

Your brain relayed the terrible scenes in your mind, your heart picking up pace as each one flashed against your eyes. You tried to push the thoughts away, the skin of your eyes scrunched up tightly like thin rivers cross crossing against your skin.

Somehow the darkness behind your eyelids made your anxiety hitch even more, the walls of your room somehow feeling too small and suffocating.

You knew it was childish to be so scared of a figment if your brain’s imagination-but it felt so real, so terrifying. you flipped the sheets over your head, protecting yourself from any lurking ghouls and demons as your hand swiftly flailed out to grab your phone from the bedside table.

Your hand encased the device, bringing the small contraption quickly under the sheets with you. You cuddled closer to the phone, your eyes squinting from the intense brightness of the screen as you clicked it on.

Your cursed quietly from the intense flash of light, your thumbs unlocking the phone screen and quickly going to your messages.

You felt bad to be texting Izuku so late at night, knowing the poor boy must be tired. He was always studying or training, always working towards his goals yet always refusing to ever sleep. You were always the one to force him to take a nap or actually get a few hours of rest, so you felt guilty for ruining his sleep when he rarely got any.

But the race in your heart and the panic in your mind pushed away that guilt-all you could think of was the comforting embrace of your green haired boyfriend, and his reassuring voice telling you everything would be alright. You desperately craved his positive energy and warm hold, your fingers quickly forming a quick text-

“Are you awake 🥺?”

You sent the message, the little bubble of speech displaying on the screen. You stared at it for a few moments, your brain somehow trying to will Izuku to look a his phone.

You sighed, knowing that that was futile and, well, not possible. You fingers clicked off the messaging app, your tired mind deciding to go into Youtube and watch a few videos, hoping they would lull you back to sleep.

Maybe he would message you back-and hopefully soon.

Even as you clicked on your favorite YouTuber and settled into a comforting old video, your heart was still racing with the fuzzy scenes of your dream. They were gripping your body with fear, making your muscles taut with anxiety and your brain fumbling to stay sane.

Your toes curled in the sheets, scrunching the now hot fabric as you prayed Izuku would text you back soon.

Not too long after you delved into your second video, your screen pop up with a call from Izuku, his name you had given him, “Broccoli Bae💚”, bringing a small smirk to your cheeks. You quickly took the call, bringing the screen to your warm ear.

“Hey ‘Zuku,” you grinned slightly, your heart flooding with ease as you heard Izuku’s calming voice on the other side.

“Hi puppy,” His voice sounded thick with sleep, his tone sounding slightly worried, “ are you okay? Is something wrong?”

Izuku was always fussing over you, making sure you were comfortable, safe and happy. It was heartwarming how much he tried to make sure you were okay, and sometimes you wondered how you were able to land such an amazing guy as Midoriya.

You sighed, shifting slightly under your thick blankets.

“Well, um, I had a bad dream…” you chuckled nervously, feeling embarrassment trickle into your stomach.

Even though you knew Izuku wouldn’t judge you or find you strange for having a nightmare, it still felt silly you had to call him to feel better. Something about Izuku though always calmed your nerves, making you feel so safe and secure. He was your rock, your shield, your home away from home when your life was in turmoil around you.

“A nightmare?” He repeated, his sweet voice awakening slightly from the grogginess. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I’d-rather not..” you smiled softly, the motion evident in your voice. “I just wanted to hear your voice,”

You heard Izuku chuckling nervously, imagining the boy’s adorable blush as he laid in his bed, one of his comfy shirts wrapped around his frame. A pang of want filled your chest, wishing you could crawl yourself out of your bed and into the comforting arms of Izuku’s.

“Oh-oh I’m happy I can make you feel a little better!” He stuttered out, his voice feathery and bright. “It must have been pretty scary if you needed to talk to me…”

He almost said it as an afterthought, as if he was talking aloud to himself and didn’t realize he had spoken it so clearly. You sighed again, brushing a damp piece of hair from your face. Memories flooded into your mind again, making a cold pang of fear attack your chest.

“It-it was,” you gulped, trying to push that fearful feeling down your throat. “Can you stay on the phone? Please? I just need to take my mind off of it-“

You hated how needy and desperate your voice sounded, as if you were pleading to Izuku to stay up with you.

“O-okay, don’t worry, Ill be with you for as long as you need me,” you heard the worry in Izuku’s voice multiply, making his voice soft and warm as he spoke to you so gently.

You began to here a rustling on the over the side of the phone, the faint sound of a door opening and closing swiftly entering the connection.

You cocked a brow, holding the phone closer to your ear-was he walking around?

“Whatcha doing ‘Zuku?” you mumbled into the phone, a nervous chuckle cascading into your ears.

“Nothing!” he immediately stated, a grin forming on your lips.

Izuku was the most terrible liar-ever.

Just as you were about to press your adorably awkward boyfriend for more information, you heard a slight rap on your door, making you jump. Your tired mind immediately reimagined your dream, your blood running cold from the thought.

But that’s when you realized you heard that knock a few seconds after though the phone speaker.

“Izuku-are you-outside my door?” Your heart soared at the thought, your voice full of shock.

Izuku gave a small chuckle, trying his best to stay quiet.

“I’m sorry, I had to come over once you said you had a hard time sleeping, I was hoping I could-“

You instantly flung your sheets off your sticky body, the smile bright against your cheeks as you ran to the door.

Any thought of that evil dream seemed to escape your mind-just the thought of Izuku being sweet enough to break the rules for you made you love him a little more. Midoriya was a good student, but wasn’t the best at following rules. Still, he could get in serious trouble for sneaking out in the middle of the night, and the fact he did that just to make you feel better made you have the intense urge to just wrap him in the biggest hug ever.

Your hand wrapped around the cold doorknob, the door creaking slightly as you were met with a blushing Midoriya. His eyes were bright and cheerful, the white shirt he was wearing crumpled in places and his curly green hair even more unruly than usual.

Even with his sheepish expression and awkward stance, he looked ethereal and protecting, like a knight in shining armor. Just his presence in front of you made your heart swell and your body loosen, as if the dam of fear that was cascading throughout your body was finally quenched and secure. Izuku held the fear at bay inside you,and you couldn’t be more grateful.

When Izuku had decided to come to your room, he was afraid you may be a little angry with him. You were always trying to make sure he stayed out of trouble, which was near impossible with his impulsive nature, but he couldn’t just sit in his room knowing you were overcome with fear. He knew he had to go and comfort you, even if it was just for a few moments, so you could get some well deserved sleep.

Now that Izuku was standing in front of you, all worry of you being angry left this mind. He could only focus on how adorable you looked when you first came from bed, your hair messy and tangled as the over sized shirt you wore pooled around your thighs. You looked so snuggly and warm, he felt embarrassed from the thought of wanting to hold you so badly.

Before he could even utter a word your body instantly collided with his, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders. Izuku felt his blood against his eardrums, his face an unnatural shade of red as you cuddled into his neck, those soft green tresses tickling your forehead.

Izuku felt cool against your warm skin, a welcoming sensation from hiding under your blankets for so long. Your nose snuggled into the crook of his neck, taking in the scent that was so invigorating and intoxicating. It always reminded you of such soothing scents, like fresh linen or the ground after a rainstorm. The taut muscles encasing his arms wrapped around yours, holding you close to his body and making you feel secure. Your body melted into his, the worries of that nightmare doing the same.

Izuku sighed peacefully, his chin resting against the tip of your shoulder.

“You okay angel?” He asked sweetly, the palms of his hands rubbing soothing circles along your back.

It almost felt too good to be true, to have Izuku so close to you, even with his sweet voice gracing your ears. Your arms squeezed him a little tighter, almost like a vice against his scarred skin.

The shock of Izuku so near you mixed with the terrible memories resurfacing through your mind made your chest feel tight and your heart quicken. The fear was somehow growing in your chest again, your hands digging deeper into his skin.

Izuku felt your chest collide against his, the back muscles he was rubbing so tenderly tightening under his palms. A small sniffle emitted from your nose, warm tears trailing down your cheeks.

Izuku held you tighter, your tears staining the rim of his white shirt as you cried out the fear that had been stuck in your chest for so long.

“I-I’m so sorry, I’m not trying-to be- dramatic,” you blubbered out, the tears making it difficult to apologize.

Izuku lovingly kissed the skin on your neck, just under your ear.

“Puppy, you don’t have to apologize-really,” he cooed into your ear. “Just take your time, it’s okay to feel scared, I’m right here-“

He smiled gently as he noticed how his words affected you-you seemed calmer and more still, the muscles on your back and chest not so tight against his limbs. But he could tell you were still really shaken up by that nightmare, and he was more than willing to stay with you for as long as you needed.

“I-I’ll stay with you-for as long as you need me to,” he whispered into your ear, leaving a tingly sensation against your spine, “Is that okay angel? Would you want me to stay with you?”

You brain felt numb, your limbs heavy with lead from the breakdown that had overtaken your body. All you could muster was a quick nod, your chest still heaving slightly from the sobbing.

Izuku smiled gently, a blush creeping into his cheeks. His hands began to softly run downward against your back, his digits trailing lower and lower. Your breath hitched as his fingers hooked against the plush skin of your thighs, raising your legs up around his torso.

Your heart was beating fiercely against your chest as Izuku carried you into your room, shutting the door with his foot.

The feeling of your feet unattached to the sturdy floor made you grip Izuku tighter, a small giggle escaping your stuffy chest.

“You’re way more bold tonight ‘Zuku,” you smiled against his neck, making Izuku’s heart race.

“Well I-I want to make sure you know I’m here for you puppy,” he stuttered, his cheeks bright red with heat as he laid you gently against the bed. “Your my sweet angel, and-and I hate to see you feel so sad.”

You cuddled your tear stain face into the pillow, facing Izuku’s sweet expression. His wide eyes were bright with love, the moonlight shifting through your sheer curtains making him look ethereal, his green hair glowing eerily and his freckles dusted against his cheeks like little galaxies. His scarred digits wrapped against your own, bringing your hand to his lips. He gave your knuckles a chasté kiss, letting your fingers graze against his warm cheecks.

“Can I get you anything puppy? Do you need water? Or maybe some more blankets? I can go to my room and bring some more if you like-“

You gave the boy a grin as he began to start blabbering again, his ideas and suggestions so fast they were beginning to mold to one.

Your hands reached out for Izuku, the digits curling against the collar of his shirt and pulling him gently towards the bed.

You watched his eyes widened in shock, a small, sheepish grin forming against his lips as he realized what you were implying.

“Nope,” you smiled, popping the “p” in your sentence, “I just need you.”

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Hardships of Breakups

A/N: I am ashamed of this, but I had to write it! This is my first time writing any “smut” and I’m already bad at writing as is so if you decide to read this I am so sorry!!!

Summary: You just got out of a relationship and Rafe wants to make you feel better.

Warnings: smut. fingering, oral (male receiving), fingering slight choking, etc....

Songs: Bruno Mars entire discography (for some bizarre reason) and added St. Vincent for taste

Word count: 3,501

*GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO @cigvrrcte AND THEIR DREW STARKEY GIF PACK!!*

You hated how loud it sounded when your fist gently tapped against the looming door, but what you hated the most was being there. Being in that area kept you on edge and more so being at the Cameron's residence. The only reason you ever stepped foot on Figure 8 was to pick up your siblings. Your little sisters had struck up a cute friendship with Sarah and Wheezie this summer after helping the girls rescue some godforsaken sea turtles. Typically picking your sisters up wasn't such a burden, because you and Rafe had picked up a running gag of who can be the biggest asshole. You hate to admit it, but you always looked forward to seeing Rafe, and even worse you felt kinda sad if he wasn't the one to open the door.

Today was miserable, it had been a whirlwind of absolute bullshit and you just couldn't wait to be home and let your sadness swallow you whole. Two of your co-workers called in "sick" for the next 2 days meaning you were going to have to work doubles on the busiest weekend of the month. It wouldn’t be that bad if you hadn’t found out earlier this morning that your sweet wholesome boyfriend, Tate, had been cheating on you with a touron for the last month and a half which you tried to play off as a nuisance, but it wasn’t working. Even just thinking about it brings fresh hot tears to your eyes and makes it seem as if you can’t breathe as your chest tightens, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cry. Well, not until you’ve finished beating the shit out of them and making Tate never want to cheat on any poor soul ever again. You can’t believe you thought he was different, especially because he had to have liked you back at some point, and most boys on the island didn't exactly like you in a romantic sense. You believed everything was going great in the relationship. The two of you were practically conjoined at the hip and had just about everything in common. You were elated that someone that you genuinely liked liked you back and you tried your best in trying to make the pogue dating a kook thing work. Had you been really that stupid? Did you really not pick up on anything? Or did you let everything go over your head on purpose? You were driving yourself absolutely insane with all of these consuming thoughts. The thing that annoyed you the most was all the fucking whispering. You hadn't noticed it at first, but after finding out about Tate being a motherfucker of the first degree, you couldn't stop picking it up. Everywhere you went you could hear the soft voices quickly exchanging information with each other. It became worse after you finally found Tate and that touron on the beach and gave them both a beating they would never forget.

After causing that scene at the beach, you were finally able to let go and cry. Your heartbroken ass was a complete mess by the time you got to work. Your eyes hurt from being so puffy and red as the result of crying so much beforehand, but lucky for you your job was at the dish pit at the resort. You were notorious at work for having eyes that were sensitive as all fuck and since you were around a bunch of disinfectants all the time your eyes would constantly be bloodshot and swollen like a fucking balloon. So, you didn’t have to worry about anyone asking any invasive questions, but they probably all know what went down by now.

Work was miserable like always, but being the weekend it had an extra kick in the tit quality to it, and by the time you clocked out you were ready to just drop dead.

When the door opened you hoped it was someone working at the house or even Ward Cameron of all people, but it was Rafe. When your eyes landed on his figure you inherently rolled your puffy eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. He never saw you in this state before and he let his usual hardass demeanor soften. Rafe was used to seeing a smart-mouthed badass, not a puffy-eyed snot nosed loser, but being a creature of habit he still awaited a smartass comment from you. When all he got was a sniffly "I'm here for my sisters'' his concern for you only grew. Rafe had been on the mainland since the ass crack of dawn helping his dad with the construction company and had just been dropped off by his dad only a few minutes ago. His phone died not even halfway through the morning, so he wasn't able to see the hundreds of thousands of messages Topper and Kelce sent him about what went down with you and Tate.

The poor boy was genuinely confused and didn’t know what to say. He was so ready to shoot some stupid insult back at you that he was at a loss for words and it didn’t help that he's harbored a little crush on you ever since middle school.

"Uh, they’re still not back yet" the words made your bottom lip tremble and you could feel your eyes getting prickly with tears. All you wanted to do was go home and put an end to this god awful day, but you couldn't even do that, you still had to wait for your sisters.

"Oh, um, I'll just-- come back later" you sniffled, quickly turning away from him already feeling the tears slipping down your tinted cheeks. You were stopped by Rafe's strong hand grabbing hold of your upper arm preventing you from fully turning around.

"Fuck off, please" your voice cracked, embarrassment washing over you as you tried to tear your arm away from him and failing miserably. Rafe without missing a beat pulled you into a hug to try and comfort you. Never in a million years would you have ever imagined yourself trapped in an embrace by Rafe Cameron and nevertheless that he would be any good at giving it. You were still sobbing uncontrollably but you’ve never felt safer in anyone's arms, especially a mans, until now. You let yourself melt into his arms letting yourself enjoy the boy's presence around your shivering body.

"Uh, why are you wet?" Rafe spoke up after a few seconds after feeling the moisture in your clothes start to cling to his.

"Work" you unburied your face from his chest and looked up at him. You could feel your stomach flutter when you caught his blue eyes staring down at you which suddenly made you very shy, a shyness you never experienced before, especially around Rafe Cameron.

Without another word you were being dragged up their grand staircase and into the boy’s room.

You didn't expect his room to be so warm and cozy like a Sunday afternoon when you have nothing to do the next day. The room was filled with soft light and music was streaming from a record player in the corner. You curiously inspected his living space and sniffled as your eyes snooped around at all the things that brought Rafe some sort of comfort.

"Uh, you should probably get warmed up" Rafe stated before scrambling to find some clean clothes for you to wear.

"Umm, here” he gently placed the pile of clothes into your hands, “The, uh, the bathroom is right there" He pointed to the white door that led to his bathroom. You wandered inside and quietly closed the door behind you. His bathroom was the size of your bedroom if not bigger and it was definitely nicer than anything in your house. You quickly jumped into the shower and as you relished the hot water on your skin, you could hear Rafe switch whatever mumble rapper record he had on to something easier on the ears. Once you’ve finished washing up, you change into the clothes provided to you and walk back out into Rafe’s room. Immediately you could feel his gaze on you, lingering on your figure wrapped in his clothes. He sat in a puffy chair near his desk as you still stood in front of the bathroom door. It was unbearably silent except for the soft pseudo rock music that played in the background. It was still for that moment neither of you made a move nor a sound and you could just feel the water droplets sliding down your cooling skin. He was awe, adoring how you looked wrapped up in his clothes, and couldn’t help but imagine taking them off you in a heated moment. You, on the other hand, had come to the conclusion that you absolutely loved Rafe’s hair when it was messy and ungelled. It made him look softer and not like a forty-year-old with a failing business. Agitated with the tension you two had spawned, you marched towards where he was sitting and grabbed his face with your hands, before roughly smashing your lips to his. Your whole body was on fire as he kissed back and brought you down to sit on his lap. His hands delved underneath the shirt you were wearing and glided up your back, trying to feel as much of you as he could. Rafe started to get eager and deepened the kiss when you began softly grinding your hips. However, the small little fact that you have a boyfriend, to his current knowledge, faltered his motivation and pulled back from you.

"You didn't mean to do that" he pulled away from you, bringing your hands that were wrapped around his neck down to your lap.

"Do what?" You were confused searching desperately in his eyes for whatever he was trying to tell you.

"Kiss me" He shifted his gaze down to his hands that held yours.

"Please, let’s not do this right now" you leaned back in, but his hands kept you in place.

"What about Tate, huh?" You rolled your eyes at the sound of that motherfucker's name and judging by your reaction and the mess you were a handful of minutes ago all the pieces were starting to make sense. You could see the light bulb that’s located somewhere in his head slowly lighting up and paired along with the sudden realization in his blue eyes, he was finally putting 2 and 2 together.

"Can I get back to kissing you?" You pouted jerking your hips forward soliciting a deep groan from Rafe who nodded frantically. You promptly attached your lips back to his supple ones all the while continuing to slowly grind your needy pussy onto his growing cock. Rafe's hands soon found themselves on your ass and began groping and lightly smacking each one. From all the grinding and groping you were starting to get desperate. Rafe being the self-titled 'Sex God' he could sense it and was determined to make you cum at least twice. Normally, he'd shoot for more but time is a variable and not really on his side, so he settled on twice. He didn't mind if he was just being used as a rebound, he actually found it kinda hot or maybe it was just because it was you. Rafe halted your steady movements and forced you to stand up for half a second before turning you around to sit back on his lap. You couldn't even get a word in, because as soon as you were back on his lap with your back against his toned chest he had already shoved his hand down the front of the pants you were wearing, leaving you a shuddering mess. Just feeling how wet you were made Rafe let out a loud groan.

"Is this all for me?" He whispered as his index finger teasingly rubbed quick circles around your swollen clit. His left hand wandered up from your waist to play with your tits, pulling and pawing at the soft skin. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything as you were too busy whimpering and withering in his lap. Rafe turned the rolly chair to the side so you could place your feet at the edge of the desk and give him more access to your pussy. He loved how you bucked your hips against his hand as he made his way closer to your entrance.

"God, please, just finger me already" your moan full of desperation.

“As you wish” and with that, he plunged two long digits into your core.

“Oh, fuck!” your back arched in response and your grip on his arms tightened. His fingers slid in and out of your heat at an achingly slow pace. Mainly because Rafe enjoyed how his fingers disappeared in your pussy and how you rolled your hips against his hand a bit too much.

“Rafe, please--” you were losing your mind at how slow he was going, and all your desperate attempts to speed things up only made him go even slower. The warm fuzzy feeling that ruled your body remained stagnant and you were determined to reach your release.

“What is it baby?” he cooed into your neck, before latching back onto your neck surely leaving dark little marks.

“Go faster” your breathing hitched in your throat as his thumb ghosted over your clit.

“Faster?” his left hand left your tender breasts to focus on your clit, so his right hand could properly drill into you. His hands got right to work pounding and curling his fingers into you and with the added friction to your bundle of nerves you were a whimpering mess on his lap. That familiar build-up of heat in your lower abdomen was quickly approaching and you didn’t think you could hold on any longer.

“Rafe, baby, I’m gonna cum” you squealed as he immediately drilled into your g-spot. When he hit the right combination of nerves your body was finally able to let go and you let out the most pornographic series of moans.

“God, Y/N, that was hot” he gave your ass a hard slap before pulling his fingers out of you and holding them up to your swollen lips. You happily open your mouth and let him slip his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue slowly swirled around his digits, cleaning all your juices off of them before pulling them out of your soft mouth. Rafe couldn’t help but moan at your actions and he was surprised he didn’t just cum in his pants right then and there.

"My turn" you placed a brief kiss on his cheek, before shedding the remaining clothes from your body and getting on your knees. Rafe couldn’t help but moan at the sight of you on your knees before him. You eagerly pulled out his ridiculously hard cock and your mouth watered, finally seeing it in its full glory. You rested your tongue at the base of his long girthy member, with your eyes fixed on his ecstasy filled features. Slowly you made your way to the tip and swirled your tongue around it collecting all the precum. Your left hand held a steady pace at the base of his cock as you paid extra attention to the head. His self-conscious whimpering encouraged you and as the whimpering turned into loud moans the more you got turned on. When he began to subconsciously buck his hips you took it as a sign to take him deeper into your mouth. His hands rushed to grab your hair which inherently made you moan sending chilling vibrations down his shaft. That alone made him push you further down and the farther he made you go the more you thanked god for forgetting your gag reflex. Tears still stung your eyes at the lack of breathing room and you could feel his cock twitch at the back of your warm throat as you messaged his balls. Rafe was so fucking close to cumming down your throat, but he wanted to save it for your pretty pussy.

"I need to fuck you" He stated as he pulled you off his cock and stood up along with you. Rafe’s lips were immediately on your swollen lips and his hands traveled feverishly all over your body. He slowly backed you up until the backs of your legs touched the bed and he gave you a gentle push.

“You look so fucking hot” he groaned as he stared down at your naked body and stripped out of his shirt and sweats. He rummaged through his nightstand for a condom and you bit your lip as you watched him roll it down his throbbing cock. Rafe climbed back on top of you and searched your eyes for any sense of doubt, which you were completely void of, you never wanted anything so bad in your life before. His dark blue eyes were glossed over in lust and his only priority was to fuck the sadness right out of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as the tip of his shaft traveled through your slick folds properly lubricating his pulsating member. Rafe brought you into another kiss before he slowly began to push into your desperate core. You both let out pleasure-filled groans as he inched further into you. After he finally bottomed out he took a second to relish at the feeling of your tight pussy around his aching cock.

“God, babe, you’re so tight,” he thought no matter how many times he will fuck you in the foreseeable future he will never be able to get over the feeling of your pussy. You’ve never felt so full and you just adored how his dick stretched you out. You already couldn’t wait to fuck Rafe Cameron again. He almost pulled out completely leaving the head barely in, before smashing back into you. The impact caused you to let out a loud moan, which Rafe quickly muffled with his mouth. He proceeded to relentlessly pound into your pussy. The short fast thrusts hardly let you catch your breath and the hand squeezing lightly around your neck wasn’t helping either. You could feel the warmness begin to boil in your stomach with each harsh thrust. Rafe was in love with the obscene noises that were coming from your dripping cunt with each one of his thrusts. He was also enamored by how your pussy would contract whenever he would apply even the slightest pressure on your beautiful throat. Rafe wasn’t going to last any longer and judging by the noises you were making neither were you. All you needed was just a little push, with his free hand he messaged quick little circles on your puffy clit.

“Rafe-- I’m--” You let out a strangled cry as he picked up his pace and paid attention to your bundle of nerves. Your legs began to shake uncontrollably and you let your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let the crashing waves of your orgasm take over. You let out a series of ear-splitting profanities paired along with Rafe’s name. The increased tightness in your pussy that came from your climax was enough to send Rafe into his and after just a couple more thrusts he came. His little moans and whimpers sounded like a symphony of overdramatic angels.

"We should do this more often" Rafe chuckled, before pulling out of you completely and leaned in for just one more kiss.

“Yes, definitely” you sighed in agreement and pecked his lips again as he was pulled away.

He rolled off of you and reached over to toss the used condom away. When he came back you lazily wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him down to lay on your chest. Rafe added on to the plethora of hickies that littered your neck as you played with his hair. You just wanted to stay that way forever encased in an intimacy you were scared of never feeling again, but like everything else it was short-lived. When you heard the sudden loud yammering of the girls busting through the front door both your bodies went rigid.

"Fuck" you both jumped up from the bed and desperately put your scattered clothes back on.

“Do I look presentable?”

“Almost--” He gently combed through your hair as you fixed his shirt and patted down his hair. The two of you took a deep breath before descending the stairs already being met with skeptical glances from the teenage girls sitting in the living room.

“Are you guys ready?” your sisters groaned out a yes and bid their goodbyes to the Cameron’s.

"Thanks for the clothes again, Rafe" you shot him a cheeky smile, but before you could even turn around to leave, thinking you've managed to not gather too many questioning looks between you and Rafe, he just couldn’t help himself and grabbed your face smashing your lips together.

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