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#like i was so nervous for the adaptation but i fucking LOVED it!!!
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5oclock in the morning about to watch Past Prologue for the very first time let’s fucking Go 
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HAPPY 1K THOUGH LET GO AHHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU
But request time gurl!😘😌✊, so what about a nerd!Miguel\dom x nerdygirl!reader LIKE IMAGINE THE FLUFF AND THE SMUT THERE BOTH BE A BLUSH MESS but I feel like Miguel would take the lead and show he dom when doing it like dont blame me! 😭✊ like he still nerdy Miguel we all know the sweet boy but let make the nerd that friend s with the popular group and have a girlfriend who is nerdy!reader and which is a very shy person then Miguel is.
Pls my life depends on this request gurl and I hope your having a great day though BYE STILL SO HAPPY FOR YOU EACHING 1k following
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miguel o’hara stars in… ‘OUR FIRST TIME’ (゚ω゚)
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*・゜゚・*:.。..。.miguel o’hara x reader.。. .。.:*・゜゚・*
SMUT
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you and your nerdy boyfie, miguel, have your first time together 🩷
cw; loss of virginity, creampie!!!!!, iloveyous, it’s actually really cute, womb fucking ig, softdom!nerd!miguel, NAWT PROODREAD!!!
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@cheonstapes: thank you sm lovelie🩷🩷 apologies it took so long but this was so fun to write and i love your mind. i hope you enjoy beautiful! also tumblr keeps fucking up my italics and bolds so im gonna add them on later!
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you and miguel had to have been the most stereotypical couple at the university.
who would’ve guessed the two biggest nerds on campus would’ve gotten together — especially when it was because of your shared interest in genetics. but to miguel’s friends, it was so sweet — a little cringe, but sweet. seeing that it had already been a year since you two started dating, the two of you not being able to hold a conversation without stuttering and blushed profusely was quite concerning.
every time you looked him in the eyes, your heart would suddenly beat a million times faster — face flushing, hands trembling as you try to come off as calm as possible. it was so embarrassing, you could cry just thinking about it. he had such pretty eyes hidden behind those thin frames, didn’t make it better that he would stare into your soul every time you talked.
but miguel wasn’t any better — in fact, he was worse. his whole friendship group being the talk of the college helped miguel to open up more, the persistent attention meaning he had to adapt to being surrounded by people. the incessant staring? that’s him trying to make himself less nervous by making you more nervous so you would stop looking at him so he could admire you without you realising — long, i know. but he loved how sweet you were, the way you were so deeply in love with him — just like he was with you.
walking out of your biology lecture, he speeds up walking to catch you on the othwr side of the room — gently slipping his hands into yours. you tense, looking up at his handsome face before relaxing — “ah, m-miggy!” he smiles so softly, wrapping his beefy arm around your waist. “hey, pretty — you finished for today?” his fingers squeeze the fat of your hips, pulling you into his chest as he leans against a nearby wall.
he always knew how to make you so fucking nervous, staring down at you like you were the centre of his world — which you in fact were. “yeah! i was just gonna go back to my dorm and study. would…well, it’s ok if you’re busy — but do you, maybe, wanna…” god, why is it so hard to ask your boyfriend to hangout! he knew what you wanted to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it. “do i wanna what, hm? i mean — i don’t have any plans later either, i was thinking of going to pete-“
“no!” a brief flicker of slight panic takes over your face, you refuse to be that much of a mess to the point where you can even ask your own boyfriend out. “i mean, would you like to come my dorm tonight? t-to study, obviously.” amazing job, girlfriend, amazing job. once again, he wore that stupidly handsome smirk — fingers kneading the soft flesh of your waist. “study? of course, babe — why didn’t you just ask?” prick.
miguel always said he found it easier to study when you were right next to him — as in, resting in between his legs as your head lay on his chest. “did you get the answer to number 8? i think i missed that lesson…” you tilt your head, looking up at him. you looked so cute with your little glasses as you studied, a small pout on your lips as you tap on his leg for him to help you out.
he was thinking a lot of things right now, and none of them were the answer for number 8. before he met you, miguel was always deep in his studies — head buried in a textbook every night. but now you’re his, he can’t think about anything else. the outline of your chest against your tight shirt, pert nipples straining against the fabric since you insist you feel better without a bra — he wasn’t a perv, but damn if you were making him feel like one.
“u-uh…i think — uhhhh…” he was really fucked. your cute little giggle and the way you shimmied around to sit on your knees, hands clutching his cheeks. “migs, you’re burning up! you ok?” he was no ok, not by a long shot. despite having so much attention on him simply because of the people he’s friends with, miguel was still very much a virgin. yeah, he’s jerked off before — but that was only after he met you. your entrance into his life awakened a part of his brain that he thought was forever stored away — and he did not know how to deal with it.
sex was something the two of you were yet to talk about, 2 years into the relationship and it was like you were kids about to have their first kiss. there were lingering touches here and there, but oh how badly he wants to feel your sweet pussy around him. “can… i touch you?” he could barely register the words that came out of his mouth before he takes in the way your face changes completely. the heat radiating from your cheeks could melt the arctic, that was the one thing you weren’t expecting to hear. at all.
of course, you were a virgin too — all in all saving yourself for miguel for when the time comes. you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. he looked so depraved already, panting softly — hair tousled from when he was laying down, you want him so, so bad. “u-uh, yeah — go ahead!” you didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic, but miguel didn’t care — a hand immediately trailing up your plush thighs, toying with the edge of your panties under your skirt. “you’re…you’re so pretty.” he could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest — the warmth of your skin and the small moans leaving your lips were fucking with his head.
the tender skin was so sensitive, causing your thighs to tremble under his touch. he didn’t expect you to be so sensitive. fuck, did he want to tease you for it, but he couldn’t talk — not when he was already about to bust when you haven’t even touched him yet. “mmm — m-miggy.. please..touch me.” you could tell he wanted to, he just didn’t know where to start. his fingers ran up your inner thigh, teasingly running over the small wet patch on your cute panties.
he felt like a newborn learning how to walk again, the rugged rhythm in which he was working your little clit showed how inexperienced he is — but you didn’t care, especially not when you yourself couldn’t even notice his lack of technique. he fully pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side — there was a sharp in take of breath from him as he stared at your bare cunt, his bulge pressing harder aganst the mattress.
“g-god, baby, can… can i taste you, please?” miguel couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he had dreamed about eating your pretty, little pussy out for ever now, the thought of you denying him that now would break him. “y-yeah, fuck. please, miggy.” his tongue immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers probed your tight hole.
he knew you would need some extra prep to be prepared for taking him, so he made sure to make you feel as good as possible — he wasn’t about to let your first time be your worst. the fat of your thighs were tight around his head, holding him in place as he steadily fucked you with his tongue. for someone who was a virgin only 20 minutes ago, he sure knew how to work that tongue — your breathy moans breaking through the sloppy squelching noises of your wetness.
“migs…i — mmph!” the sensation was unknown but not unwelcome. a firm pressure in your tummy that felt like a dam about to burst all over your boyfriend’s face. miguel’s watched enough porn to know what that sound meant, reluctantly sitting up from his position between your legs to peer down at you — drooling cock bobbing between his thighs. he licked your arousal from his lips, shakily grabbing onto your legs to push them over his shoulders.
“baby, ‘m not letting you cum until you’ve had my cock in you — ‘s not how it works.” he felt like he was going insane, the sight of your pussy, so tantalisingly close to his length — the chubby tip poking against your entrance. you could only nod, you couldn’t argue with that — not when you’ve been waiting for this moment. upon getting your approval, he wrapped a beefy hand around his cock — smearing his pre-cum along your puffy folds.
he was so slow when he pushed into you, the sheer girth of him stretching your poor pussy thin. “fuckin’ hell, baby— s-so, so tight.” his strong hips pounded against your pelvis, your skin tinging a faint shade of red. your body was jostled against the headboard with every thrust, a thick rim of cream forming at his base. miguel was lost in the feeling of your cunt, drooling mindlessly against your neck as he rammed deep inside of you.
“m-miguel…!” the harder he fucked into you, the shakier your voice was — whiny moans and heavy grunts reverberated through your small dorm room. he couldn’t believe how good fucking you felt, your velvety walls gripping onto him like a life line. miguel was completely delirious, only letting incoherent mumbles — a bruising grip on your waist as he brings you back against his cock.
“ohhh, f-fuck…! iloveyou, so — shit, so much!” your pussy was so good, he didn’t even realised it slipped out — i love you. he really did, and in this moment — there was nothing else but the two of you, connecting so beautifully as you give yourselves to each other fully. he messily sucks on the skin just below your ear, simply grinding into your womb as his hand trails down your back — squeezing the flesh of your ass to pull you flush against him.
“i…i love you too, migs.”
you..you love him too? fuck. his hips stilled, gooey cum filling your cunt raw as he pours all of his love into you. miguel’s back heaved, his arms giving out under him as he falls on top of you — wrapping an arm around your waist as he carefully rubs your clit. his heart was soaring, smiling down at you as he fucked himself into overstimulation — determined to see you cum all over his cock.
“my pretty girl, you’re all mine — wanna see you cum. you gonna cum for me, yeah?” god, his voice was husky and deep — tickling your ear and sending tingles down your spine. your legs trembled, cunt spasming as it gushed out that clear liquid. it coated the sheets below you, splashing against his stomach — a low, gravelly moan leaving miguel as he filled you with his cum once again.
the two of you laid in silence for a beat, panting softly as he rested on your chest. one of your hands moved up to cup his face, picking up his glasses from your bedside stand — placing them on his face, albeit with wonkily but it matched that dopey grin on his face. “i swear to god, i’ve turned you into an animal, migs! you sure that was your first time?” giggling, you kissed his lips softly — nimble fingers brushing through his sweaty hair.
“guess i got a bit carried away, huh?” he sighed, softly rubbing your tummy. “‘s not my fault i’ve got the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving, caring, perfect, goddess of a girlfriend anyone could wish for.”
miguel was embarrassingly in love with you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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-smack myass like a drum
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you write papí pascal so well i absolutely adore your writing! any chance there could be a continuation of Age Gap while they’re at the red carpet? thats all i’ve got feel free to do what you want with it! love ya <3 - 🪐
a/n: Thank you! And I did not expect some of you to request a part 2 hahahha but here you go, lovelies 💕 side note, look at how proud he looks in the gif right before he said "cool slutty daddy" - i love him
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader
first part || Masterlist
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It made you sick to your core -- your nerves. Maybe that's a good sign, maybe that meant you're taking this seriously.
So you're nervous, as you should be! You're dating the world's biggest star right now, and it just so happens that he's 20 years older than you.
No big deal, right? You'll get through it, right?
You tried to smile at yourself in the mirror and ended up grunting in stress.
The red carpet event was tonight, and you're already in the hotel room Pedro's team had booked for the two of you to get ready in. You didn't even think you'd have his team help you get ready, you thought you'd just get ready at home and leave with him, but nope!
This must be how Mia Thermopolis felt, you thought.
"Hey Y/N, you ready?"
You looked at Pedro's stylist, "Yes! What do I have to do?"
She chuckled, "Nothing, honey. Just sit tight. We'll do the work."
Behind her, 3 other people followed. They brought in the outfit you were going to wear, a huge makeup box, and what you assumed to be a few options for shoes.
They were quick, of course, they're professionals. By the time Pedro got to the hotel room after a press conference, you were already in the outfit, and his stylists were picking out the right shoes for you.
"Dios mío..." Pedro whispered to himself, "You look... fucking beautiful, cariño."
You smiled back at him, "Thank you, Pedrito."
"Pedrito?" He raised his brows suggestively, "Oh I like this new nickname."
Pedro made his way to smother you in kisses and hugs, but his team had pulled him away because he, too, had to get ready. "I'll be with you soon, amor!"
"You two are too cute." One of his stylists commented.
"He's too cheesy sometimes."
"I can hear you!"
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You were holding Pedro's hand for the entire ride to the red carpet. It wasn't long, but it felt like ages.
"Don't worry, you'll do great." He smiled, trying to reassure you.
You couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. You didn't want to make the red carpet to be about you, it was the premiere of one of the biggest, most famous video game adaptations of all time. But at the same time, you felt a little relieved knowing that maybe - just maybe - the media might focus on the series instead of you.
"You ready, cariño?" He asked before he opened the door, making sure you were okay.
Nodding your head, Pedro exited the car and circled around to your side of the door. He had made you practice letting him open the door for you every single time.
You could hear the screams of fans, the cameras flashing, everyone was incredibly happy to see him.
Just put on a smile. You're here for Pedro.
Pedro opened the door for you, peeking his head to make sure you're okay one last time before offering you his hand. You took his hand and slowly got out of the car, keeping a friendly smile.
"You're doing great." Pedro kissed your temple as you both made your way further into the red carpet, hand in hand.
Just. Breathe.
"Pedro, over here!" You keep hearing paparazzi scream. Pedro's team had warned you and basically trained you on how and where to pose, but Pedro was leading both of you in such an amazing way that you had no problem doing it at all.
Of course, there were times where Pedro had to take solo pictures, so you'd stand on the side, watching as your lover really took control of the crowd.
"Y/N!"
You heard a familiar voice. Bella had a beaming smile on her face as she raced towards you and gave you a bear hug. "Pedro told me you'd be here and I'm so glad you are!"
You met Bella before when you'd visit Pedro at their shooting sites. She's very kind towards you -- the entire crew was, which surprised you because well.. again, the age gap thing doesn't usually sit well with everyone.
"You look amazing!" You complimented her, "And it's been a while, how are you?"
"It's been good," She nodded, "Tiring, but good. How about you- Wait, is this the first time you two are going out in public together?"
"Yeah," You laughed nervously, "I'm a nervous wreck, if you can't tell."
Bella laughed, "You're doing fineee, besides, you've got nothing to worry about. I'm sure Pedro has it all under control."
You nodded, "I know, but I don't want him carrying all the weight, you know? I don't want to be a burden."
"Nah, you're definitely not. I'm telling you, he doesn't stop talking about you when we were on set."
Pedro finished his session and went to hug Bella, "I hope you girls aren't talking about me."
"Of course not, we've got better things to talk about than you, old man." She teased, "Anyway, catch you guys later."
You held onto Pedro's arm as he guided you through the red carpet again. It was time for what you were most nervous about -- interviews.
Given, you probably won't be in a lot of them, but some of them were bound to ask about you. Speak of the devil.
"So, I see you brought in a plus one," One of the interviewers who's known Pedro for a while teased, "Can we meet your special someone? Can we introduce you two as a couple now?"
Pedro laughed and brought you closer, "This is Y/N, the love of my life, and.. we've been in love for about 2 years, actually."
"2 years?!" He gasped, "How are we only hearing about you now??"
Pedro rubbed circles on your back, comforting you in any way he could.
"I'm a bit shy." You smiled, "He's actually been begging me to come with him to events for a while but I've always refused."
"Honey, it's about time you showed up." He said, "Have you seen his fans? They're about to eat him all up."
"That's what I said!"
"And Mr. Pascal, sir, what is with all this daddy content you're promoting when you have a lover??" The interviewer tsk-ed.
You laughed, "It's alright, I don't mind sharing."
"What?" Pedro asked, almost in a whine.
"Well you heard it here first, people. Pedro Pascal is taken, and I am here for the cute couple! You two look amazing."
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It was more fun than you expected, you had to be honest. You put your phone on silent for the entire night because you were afraid of what the internet would say, but that was a mistake because you realized you'd need to deal with it the next morning.
"Morning, cariño." Pedro mumbled, his arm rubbing circles on your naked back.
"Good morning," You kissed his chest and sighed, "I don't want to check my phone."
"Then don't." He pulled you closer to him, "Who cares what the world thinks?"
Sighing loudly, you decided that he was right. Who cares? All that matters is that you're happy, and he's happy. "Yeah, you're right. Fuck it."
He smiled lazily and moved to be on top of you, "Good. Now relax and let me reward you for doing so good last night. You were amazing, cariño. So good for me."
"Mm, I think you've shown me enough last night."
He gasped. "Nonsense. You can never get enough of me. You know it."
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a/n: ....should i just write smut on this account? I swear, I have a separate account for a reason but now I kinda just want to smush it all together......
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malusokay · 2 years
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How to be confident
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Confidence can get you incredibly far in life and make everything a lot easier; I consider myself a really confident person, so here are a few tips that might help you get there! <3
Eliminate toxic people. I don't care if it's your best friend, boyfriend, or mom; if they are stopping you from being the best version of yourself, it's time to say goodbye.
Fix your posture! Confident people have good fucking posture, and sweety, I just know your posture is not it rn, so please straighten that back.
Do what makes you happy. Who cares what people have to say about it? If it's good for you, do it.
Tell yourself you're that girl. Nobody will believe it if you don't do it, so hype yourself up!
Practice eye contact. I can just tell someone is confident if they can look me in the eyes while having a conversation. It seems much harder than it actually is; pick one of their eyes and just focus on it while you talk.
Speak with tone and expression. Talking in a quiet and monotone manner doesn't necessarily make you look insecure, but talking with expression just sounds more confident.
Make your hand visible. When you hide your hands, it makes you look insecure and uncomfortable.
Mind your own business. This one is really simple; I don't think I have to explain, lmao.
Don't tell people your insecurities because 99% of the time, they didn't notice them before you pointed them out.
Accept compliments. If someone says you look good, don't be like, "oh nooo, I look AWFUL" just say thank you and accept the compliment :)
Stop over-apologizing. Only say it if you actually did something bad or feel sorry.
Visualize the person you want to be. It's pretty simple, think about who you want to be, then think about how that person acts, their routine, how they talk, etc., and slowly start adapting those habits.
Don't be nervous to ask for help. Instead, change your mindset; people want to help you!
Authenticity radiates, be true to yourself, and you will attract good people like a magnet.
No one is out of your league if you act like it. This entire 'league' thing is made up, so don't put yourself in a box.
Trust yourself. You have a bad feeling; you know it and act on it. If you feel like something is not right, it's probably not. Trust yourself.
Stay calm under pressure. It's crucial to not freak out under pressure; even if you do, try acting as if everything is under control.
When entering a room, don't be on your phone. Look around, introduce yourself, greet people, etc.
smile more :)
walk like you know where you're going, even if you don't lol.
Live for yourself. Constantly work on not caring what other people think. If you like it, you post it. If you want to go there, go. If you like that outfit, wear it. Make decisions for yourself, not for others to validate you. It's your world, and every decision you make is because you want to make it yourself!
✩‧₊*:・love ya ・:*₊‧✩
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Can you do Charlie meeting a sinner reader who is like Pomni from TADC who just recentlyarrived in hell? I imagine her helping her calm down to adapt in hell and also help them try to get to heaven. Also can tmyou make it platonic?
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐂 ✮
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↳ 936 words
↳ platonic 𖤐
↳ song recommendation | tongue tied twisted by suit up, soldier
↳ ragatha and pomni are my faves from tadc so i’m so happy to write this for ya! hope you enjoy!
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✮ | from the moment you entered hell you were a nervous wreck and scared out of your mind, you had no idea how you ended up here. one moment you were at home, and the next you were dropped on a street somewhere unknown. the first thing you noticed was how dark it was, then you saw the massacres on the sidewalk on the other side of the road. a shark beating the shit out of a 1910s or 20s gray being, and what made it even creepier was the black abyss’s that the thing had for eyes. so now you were god knows where with these things that shouldn’t even be real, great. this is the end, you thought. was this what hell was like, or was this hell? if it was, then you were doubly screwed. you couldn’t fight, and you weren’t a murderer. you were going to be double dead.
✮ | that is until the princess of hell found you.
✮ | charlie immediately noticed you stood out from the other folks on the block, you were more timid, not used to the slaughter that happened daily in the streets. as soon as she saw you, she bolted to get you out of the fray. she dragged you off into a more secluded part of the strip and was quick to apologize for suddenly leading you off somewhere, you had to interrupt her to get her to stop. then you asked where you were, when she told you you were in hell she thought you were going to have a heart attack. the look of pure terror and existential dread was setting in, she could tell by a single glance. the princess placed a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to calm you down, but it only made it worse. she understood how you felt, you had no home, no family in hell, no way to escape extermination, and no friends. so after explaining how extermination day came around, she offered you a place to stay at her hazbin hotel for free.
“i’m dead!? and those things are just gonna kill me again!?”
“don’t worry! i have a solution to your problem, at my hazbin hotel you can pave your path to redemption!”
“how can you be so sure this hotel of yours will work?”
“well, we don’t know til we try, right?”
“you’re insane!”
✮ | so without any other plans, you joined her band of misfits.
✮ | one of the first things the princess did was try to make you feel at home and get over your constant state of paranoia. this was extremely tough because you had only gotten a taste of what hell was really like and the other residents at the hotel had been here far longer than you. as soon as you met them all, you were extremely skittish and didn’t really want to talk. charlie knew it would take time to get you used to everybody, so she organized a lot of trust exercises. she knew you trusted her the most so she would try to be there with you so you wouldn’t be nervous or have a panic attack, but she did after awhile push you towards the others to get you to trust them more. slowly after some time had passed, little by little you came out of your shell.
✮ | after helping you overcome this, you began to get along with the hotel’s residence a lot better than you initially had. niffty may have been one crazy little demon, but she ended up not being as bad as you thought. husk was a bit of a grump, but at the end of the day he was a down to earth guy who helped you not fuck up your chances at redemption. sir pentious was an odd one with his inventions and egg bois, but in reality he was just an insecure fellow who just loved to invent. you liked watching him make his weird contraptions, from a distance of course. vaggie was a fallen angel who had found a place for herself in hell alongside the princess, and she was there to protect you if somebody decided to pull something. angel dust was an inspiration, in a way, to you. he was already doing really well when you first arrived at the hotel, cutting down on the alcohol, drugs, and all that. he was also so very different than you originally thought, when he was being himself he was such a breath of fresh air. he had showed you kindness in a different way, just plain honesty about the type of shit that happens down in hell. alastor was still a crazy son of a bitch, but he was more… cordial than you thought he would be. then there was charlie.
✮ | charlie truly became your best friend after helping you for a long while, you knew you could count on her if you needed guidance. she was the kindest person in hell, you’re sure of it. the girl also felt the same way, you’d given her a challenge. she truly enjoyed your company and liked helping you, even if you were extremely nervous a lot of the time. after such an extended amount of time being together, you two became really close because of how much she had to work with you to get you comfortable. and she succeeded. once you redeemed yourself and got into heaven, you’re not sure what you could even give to the princess to thank her for helping you for so long.
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@𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐠 ❦
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intoxicated-chan · 10 months
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𝟎𝟎𝟏 *ೃ༄ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲
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© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform with permission. None of the photos used belong to me! Credits to @/cafekitsune for the divider!!
Series’ Masterlist // Wattpad Vers.
Word Count ➳❥ 2k
(A/n) ➳❥ PLEASE READ! I’ve decided to add Olivia Octavius because I love her character. I am asking you all for your thoughts and opinions. Anyways, enjoy reading!
Content Warnings ➳❥ Swearing, manipulation, emotional blackmail, thoughts of violence…
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Clickety clack! Clickety clack! Clickety clack! Clickety clack!
The sounds of your keyboard were the only thing heard in your freezing room, not like you could tell with your blasting headphones.
You shivered for the hundredth time. Your legs become sore from remaining crossed, your neck ached at your hunched over posture. In turn, you sat up. You let out a strained moan as you stretched your limbs. Your laptop was set to the side as you stood to stretch even more. The headphones were moved to be around your neck, rubbing your ears as some kind of relief.
As much as you’re determined to get your work turned in on time, your mind was distracted. The nervous pit in your stomach grew by the hour, part of it was relieved and the other, saddened. You have a scheduled meeting with your counselor in a half hour.
It’s just a half hour, no need to get all worked up. But you grew impatient, you felt like time was moving purposely slow just to screw with your emotions.
Like before, you were distracted. You couldn’t get your piece turned in on time if your own head hates you.
You changed into appropriate clothing or the weather. It was chilly out but not too cold. Just some simple sweats, sneakers and a hoodie. You brought your necessary items with you in a small bag and headed out, making sure you locked your door. Then, out You went to the campus.
You put your headphones back where they belong, and played your music. You took your usual path to the counselors office, walking random floors until you arrived on time. You arrived at their office and knocked on the door.
“You can come in, (Y/n).” You open and quietly shut the door, seeing your counselor sitting at their desk. They typed a few more words before turning their attention to you, “I noticed on your application that you’re open to internships. Are you still interested in them?”
You slip your headphones off and take a seat, “Still not sure if I am.” You admit, “I don’t think I can do work without getting paid.”
“Well, you’re just in luck.” The counselor types a few more things into their computer and turns the monitor to your direction, “Alchemax is a multinational chemical corporation. The CEO is willing to hire an intern.”
You lift an eyebrow, “A Chemical corporation? But I’m a writer.”
“I know you are but the CEO has high connections all over the place. Every student who has worked with the CEO or even worked a simple job in Alchemax now is making lots of money doing what they love. Their majors were completely different.”
You look back at the monitor, then to your counselor, “...I’m not sure if I want to do an internship with Alchemax.”
Your counselor sighs, “You do understand that Mr. O’Hara is one of the major donors. He’s the only reason that the community college is still up and running. It would be a tragedy if he stops donating money.”
Money. Of fucking course. It’s always about the money.
Your head hangs low, “This may be the chance to push your writing career forward. In the future, when you look back, you’ll be filled with guilt knowing that you had a chance. So, what will it be?”
“...I’ll do the internship.”
“That’s the spirit! Write up an email, have me as your referral, and then send it to Mr. O’Hara. I’ll write down his email.” They began writing down on a post it note, “You’re making the right choice and it’s like I told you in the beginning of your first year, I know you will become a great writer.”
You paced around your room. This feeling wasn’t nervousness, it was pure panic. Why did you let your counselor convince you that Alchemax was good enough? No, it wasn’t! You knew nothing about chemicals!
And the research wasn’t enough. There was no way a learning writer could ever work with a company with the complete opposite!
You paced around your room. This feeling wasn’t nervousness, it was pure panic. Why did you let your counselor convince you that Alchemax was good enough? No, it wasn’t! You knew nothing about chemicals!
Your email was finished, ready to be sent off. But you couldn’t. How could you not? This was your dream, to become a writer. Yet you didn’t want to become one where all eyes were on you, you wanted to be a simple writer, nothing all.
“It would be a tragedy if he stops donating money.”
You hated it. The feeling where everything was put on your shoulders and it counted on you. You couldn’t afford it if Mr. O’Hara does stop donating. You fucking hated it. You clicked send and began beating yourself up on how weak you are.
Alchemax Building // 12:50 PM
It’s almost been an hour. Where is this O’Hara guy?!
Your leg bounces up and down, as you continue to look back at your phone only for time to slowly move by. You sat here for over an hour after the receptionist told you it would only be a few minutes. A FEW MINUTES.
Why did you say yes to this again?
When you thought about leaving, the evaluator pinged and the doors opened. It revealed a disheveled and annoyed man who kept his eyes focused on the doors.
You take a deep breath as you stand, “Um, excuse me?” But he walks right by you, “Excuse me!” You say, louder this time.
The man responds with a heavy sigh, “Yes?”
“I’m (Y/n) (L/n), I’m a student at the (only) community college and I sent an email about an open internship.”
“Lyla.” He said and a woman appeared next to his head, “Were there any emails about the internships?”
“Well yeah, I read them all to you.”
“A heads up could’ve been nice.”
“Yeah yeah, I gotta check in on the R&D before they blow out another window.” She disappears.
“Right. This way.” He leads you to his office, opening the door and letting himself in first. You enter behind him, the door closing.
“As you know, I’m Miguel O’Hara, CEO of Alchemax.”
“I’m aware.”
Mr. O’Hara sits down with a heavy huff, “And then you must be aware that there is no need for an intern.”
You freeze in place, “I’m sorry?”
“If I remember correctly, you’re a writer applying to Alchemax.”
“I understand that but-”
“What purpose does a writer have in Alchemax? What purpose can you provide to the company?” He lifts an eyebrow, clearly trying to piss you off and sadly, it was working.
It was amusing to him. You could see the cocky smirk on his face as he waited for a response.
“The company was given to you. You then became the leader in rebuilding structures and in general, Earth. after numerous incidents (which is strange). But there have been gray areas in your company’s past which people like to bring up. You are thriving for change, and but at the same time, you hate change. I want to help you towards your goal and you don’t like people helping because you know you could do it yourself. The reason why the public kinda… hates you.” You now mumble, your head hanging low in embarrassment.
Shit! I said too much!
“What was your name again?”
“...(Y/n) (L/n).”
“I give you two weeks.” He sighs, “If you don’t screw anything up in those two weeks then you have a job here.”
“Thank you very much, Mr. O’Hara-”
“But if you do, then you go back to your community college and don’t even bother to try to come back. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Good.” Mr. O’Hara leans back and opens his laptop, “Lyla is down at the Research and Development Department, make sure the insights are correct. She’ll explain it to you.”
“Um, of course.”
“Tenth floor.” He said before you walk out the doors of his office.
Did you forget that your heart was racing the entire time? Or that you wanted to punch him in his face?
R&D Department // 5:22 PM
“Here at the Research Department, we keep the company competitive. We stay up to date on any new material and we’re always trying to improve. But we also keep an eye on the market, any incidents.”
“Incidents?”
“I thought you told it to Miguel. Alchemax rebuilds anything after an incident dealing with whether it be a building or someone doing something stupid, Alchemax is always to the rescue!”
“I need you to pass these to Dr. Octavius and put a rush on them. She’s been asking for them non-stop.” The man shoves the stack of papers into your hands and returns to his desk.
You held back the urge to sigh and curse at the man. But you have no standing here. You were a simple unpaid intern for two weeks. If you screwed up your chance, then you can kiss your dreams goodbye.
Did I tell you how much I hate it here?
“Of course I can.”
If I know where her office is.
After minutes of looking at name plates, you finally find her office. You transfer the papers to one arm and knock on the door.
“Those better be the reports I’ve asked for.” You hear.
“Yes, they are.” You respond.
“Then come on in!”
You carefully enter her office and see that it was more of a lab than office. A strong smell immediately hits your nose and you try to keep yourself composed to make it to where the lady seemed to be looking through a microscope.
“Don’t be shy.” She said, still not looking away, “Come on over.”
You reach her desk, setting the files down, “Is that all?”
Finally, she looks up, eyeing you up and down, “A new employee? Wow, it’s a surprise that Miguel finally got his head out of his butt.”
“I’m sorry-? No, no, I’m just an intern… For two weeks.” You correct her.
“Ah! The classic two week deal.”
“He’s done this before?”
Dr. Octavius nods with a smile, “He’s done it to most of the new employees here. Me especially. He never did like my drive and focus on science.” She uses her leg to pull up a rolling chair next to her.
You sit, mainly because you didn’t want to go back onto that floor, “I’m listening.”
“The press was all over one incident when I blew up a room after I came up with another idea. Who would’ve thought a collider would explode and so he put the two weeks rule, if any of us does something stupid, we’re done for. No excuses.”
“And there is no excuse for this.”
You jump out of your seat and turn around, Mr. O’Hara stood at the door, “You have around three more hours before you have a break. Care to explain?”
You open your mouth to speak but Olivia stands and places a hand on your shoulder, “I asked her for her opinion on some new tests and if she could hand these results to you.” Handing you a thin file.
You walk over to him and hand them to you, “Leave.” He tells you, “And go home.”
You hurry out the door and not look back.
“What are you trying to do Olivia?” He asks.
“I don’t know what you mean.” She pulls off her glasses and starts to clean them.
“This isn’t the first intern that you asked for an opinion. You do understand that they are interns, interns. They have no say, they have no experience in whatever they are doing.”
Olivia puts them on and lets out a playful sigh, “And you do know that I have to warn the interns that a simple mistake ruins your mood. Everything ruins your mood.”
“They can drag the company to the ground.”
“Is that what you’re angry about?”
“She’s my intern.”
“Then shouldn’t you be teaching her?”
Mr. O’Hara shakes his head and walks out, slamming the door on the way.
“Now that is a man with issues.”
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redeyerhaenyra · 2 months
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Summary: Some sfw and nsfw headcanons for Gaz!!!
Warnings: Not too much this time, gn reader, some mild smut talk at the end, I will not have any gaz slander, if I've missed anything lmk!!!
Notes: Gaz my beloved ♥️
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So
First of all
Enough! With the "Gaz is soooo nervous and shy" shit!!! He's not!!
Man's a soldier
Man's also really fucking witty and confident and hilarious
Makes me laugh every time I play the game
Anyway-
He's suave
He's got.. moxy
Knows just how to sweep reader off their feet!
Gaz is not shy about his love for you!!!! Don't get me wrong he shan't be snogging you in public but he shall:
Always be touching you. Some part of you
Just.. always keeping you close :)
Will let you take bites out of his subway sammich (I'm a subway truther)
He's so!!!!
Gaz is also.. not so much eager to please as much as he is certain of his abilities to please
Gets kinda cocky sometimes :p it's cos he knows he's good
Alot of people make the mistake of thinking that Gaz doesn't have the strength to haul you around like the other t141 guys
This is false
Sure he may be skinny but he got that core strength yknow
Has to hold really heavy guns and equipment and shit all day he's strong!!!
Will definitely pick you up and spin you around all romantic like when he sees you again on leave
Will definitely throw you across the bed ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
He's flexible too... expect to try lots of new and interesting.. positions... >:)
Not only is he flexible in the physical sense, he's also very adaptable when it comes to sex
He's into loaaads of stuff, really depends on the mood, he can go either way!
He'd be lying tho if he denied that sometimes... he really prefers to just Fuck! You! Hard! And! Fast!!!
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Dating Beach Vollyeball Star
Shoyo Hinata
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Timeskip! Shoyo Hinata x GN! Reader
Warnings: swearing, physical touch and kissing
AN: I can’t believe I missed this little cherubs birthday 😫 and because my favorite Hinata is Brazil, Beach Volleyball Hinata, I figured we owed him his own headcanon set 😌
I don’t even need to tell you
The picture above says it all
Beach Volleyball Hinata is supreme 🙌🏻
Literally going from “your nothing without Kageyama” to leaving Kageyama behind to conquer the world
Honestly we love a good character development 👏🏻
If anyone in HQ can handle adapting to a new country, it’s Hinata
And Oikawa but this isn’t about him
Hinata had the social skills, friendly demeanor and lack of giving a single fuck what people think of him 💅
Literally all he wants to do is play volleyball
Well at least, until you showed up 👀
You see, Hinata was pretty popular in high school
He occasionally dated here and there but nothing serious
Man’s was way too busy competing with Kageyama to have any time for dating 🙄
Originally when he went to Brazil, he didn’t have any intention on dating
He was there for a limited time and that time was all volleyball focused
Sure that strategy worked for a while but when he started competing, he began to notice the draw beach volleyball brought
I mean serious, have you ever seen/ played beach volleyball???
Like in sand? First off, it’s a BITCH. Second, it’s incredibly difficult
Crowds would gather to watch him and others play
And sure enough, you were a regular at their games
Whether you liked the actual game of volleyball or just like watching hot guys run around, the sport drew you in 😌
You’d noticed the little tangerine man often and found him both incredibly attractive as well as very skilled
You’d always manage to find a way to watch him compete because there was just something about him
Now Hinata grew to remember your face, having seen it at basically all his games
Obsessed much Yn?
Literally me but ok 😭
You were one of the few people that showed up to watch all his games
Soon, he’d start looking for you specifically
Did he know your name? No
Had he ever spoken a single word to you? Nope
Did he fully believe you were coming strictly to watch him compete! Absolutely 💯
Hinata would take with his partner about you often and his partner would say
“Why don’t you find out who they are?”
And Hinata would be like “yeah I will : D”
And then he wouldn’t 🙄
To be fair, you’d leave as soon as the match was over, far to nervous to ever speak to him
While Hinata wasn’t tall, he looked rather imposing on the court/beach
He took the game seriously and you admired that about him
But that still didn’t mean you were gonna actually say anything to him
Finally, about 8 games deep into your low-key/high- key stalking situation, Hinata finally had enough
He was going to find out who you were
So in true Hinata fashion, the minute the game was over, he shouted “HEY YOU!”
All while looking you dead in the eyes
🎶 when he looks at me 🙂 and I look at him 😳and he looks at meeee 😃 and I look at him 👁️👄👁️
Like the dumbass you are (I’m calling you a dumbass out of love Yn), you look left, then right, then left again and point to yourself
You 👉🏻😐😳 me??
Hinata just runs up to you and immediately starts talking
“I finally caught up to you!”
You 👉🏻👁️👄👁️
“I’ve seen you at all my games and I figured maybe you were here because you liked Beach volleyball but then I thought ‘hmm I wonder if maybe they like me’ and I wanted to talk to you but I could never catch you!”
You 👉🏻 👁️👄👁️
“Then I figured I’d just call out your name but silly me, I don’t even know your name!”
You, still 👉🏻👁️👄👁️
“So what’s your name?? I’m Shoyo Hinata!”
You 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ YN LN
And that YN, is exactly how your situationship with Hinata started
After you finally grew more comfortable, Hinata would seek you out at every turn
He’d be out delivering for people and just pop into see you
He’d always invite you to come watch him practice or even just hang out at the beach
He introduced you to One Piece 😱
Thankfully, you and Hinata knew the same language so communication wasn’t difficult
At first, it started out as a friendship
But it didn’t take long to develop into more
Hinata enjoyed everything about you and how you made Brazil more like a second home to him
And in true Hinata style, he confesses 🫣
*channeling season 4’s super awkward first year training camp*
🙌🏻picture this 🙌🏻 you two are just walking along the beach like you normally do
Hinata is acting a bit weird but then again, it’s Hinata
So you decide to just ask him “hey Sho, you ok…”
But before you can finish your sentence, Hinata screams
“YN I LIKE YOU AND ID LOVE IT IF YOU’D DATE ME!”
You 👉🏻😐😳😍 ABSOLUTELY
Hinata 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ for real?
You hug him, asking if you can give him a little kiss on his cheek because you are so cute 🥹
And this begins your relationship with Hinata
Honestly, I firmly believe a relationship with Hinata would be amazing
He would be such a supportive and encouraging partner
If you want to do something, he’s your biggest supporter
If something bad happens, he’s there to lead a listening ear and he gives THE BEST hugs 🫂
When it comes to Hinata leaving for Japan, he obviously wants you to come
He hates the idea of a long distance but he’d do it for you
You agree to come with him but unfortunately you won’t be able to come anytime soon
Obviously you coming to Japan is amazing but Hinata misses you the entire time
He texts, FaceTimes, sends gifts, does whatever he can to stay close to you
When he signs with the Black Jackals, you are so excited for him
It means you won’t get to talk to him as much because of practice ☹️
And when he talks about his debut game, he’s sad you can’t be there to see him
Or can you 🙃
Because you’ve been planning a surprise this entire time!
You arranged everything and you are ready to head for Japan!
Through Hinata, you met Yachi, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima and they agree to help you surprise Hinata
When it comes time for the game, Hinata is confused because he’s been trying to reach you all day
He’s wondering why you are responding to his texts or calls
It actually makes him super sad 😔
Thankfully MSBY is there to cheer him up!
“I’m sure Yn is just sleeping!” Bokuto says
“Or maybe out with friends!” Atsumu adds
“But Yn doesn’t have friends Yeah I’m sure that’s it,” Hinata sighs
You make your way to your seat, your #21 Hinata jersey in tow 💅
MSBY comes out and Hinata puts on his smile, despite feeling down
He looks up to the crowd and his eyes instantly land on you
You 👉🏻😁👋🏻
Hinata 👉🏻 ☹️😐😳🥹
He’s seriously so excited to see you and he’s instantly stoked!!
Hinata’s on fire now and he’s ready to dominate!
During the game, you get to watch him play indoor volleyball and it’s amazing
You hadn’t gotten to see much indoor play so your jaw was on the floor the entire time
After the game, you ran down to see Hinata and the moment he saw you, he ignores everyone and runs to you
“You came Yn, you really came!” He shouts, hugging you and giving you the biggest kiss ever!
“I did Sho and I’m so glad I did!” ♥️
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I have a question because I want to comment but I feel nervous. It is very foolish but it is seriously something that prevents me from commenting-
So English is not my first language and I suffer from a disease known as 'fuck you all English leaves your brain when you tap on the comment box'. Like I'm fluent enough to write a fic but the comments break me and I can only do basic 'subject verb complement' and forget half my vocabulary because I'm so nervous, so it often ends up being broken English.
I back out of posting comments except 'i love this this is amazing thank you for writing I love it' because I'm too scared the author will take it badly ? Like, what if they find it annoying ? What if they believe I think they write bad English and I'm mocking them and they don't want me to ever read their works ever again ?
Anyways, my question is : Does it actually bother anyone to receive broken English comments? Do people find it annoying ?
I would never be annoyed by such a thing and I'm positive that's true of others as well. On the contrary, it kinda blows my mind whenever I stop to think about how members of fandom for whom English is not their first language are so often working in translation. Like the trickiest barrier I have to contend with when writing anything is sleep deprivation and your average writer's block 😅 so to imagine also rendering those words in a different language?? 🫠
To varying degrees, the tragic disease of "empty comment box = empty brain" can strike anyone, regardless of language. On the plus side, some of the tricks to break through the blankness are also broadly applicable, such as
drawing from a list of sentence starters like the ones offered here or here (the beginner bingo card also has similar tasks!!)
installing this handy script that generates a positive comment on demand, which you can modify or expand on as needed
using the floating comment box to track moments or quotes you want to compliment specifically, even with just a string of emojis 💕💕💕
I can recall a couple comments I've gotten where the person apologized or gave a sort of disclaimer that English wasn't their first language, and honestly it just made me even more appreciative of the comment? Because there are so many reasons that a reader doesn't comment, and a language barrier is the most understandable!! And yet here they are, making me smile with their words. I always want to reassure them in my reply that an apology/disclaimer isn't necessary, but I don't always know how. (And there's nothing wrong with acknowledging something you're self-conscious about, after all.)
The concept of "broken English" has also got me thinking, though... And since it turned into a bit of an essay I'll leave it under the cut. 💛
Because the term "broken English" has a lot to unpack, seeing as it's always unfairly positioned those who speak English as a second language imperfectly as lesser (broken = defective). And that strikes me as a bit ironic, considering the degree to which English is a Frankenstein's monster of a language—this conglomeration of every language it encounters and subsumes. In that sense, English itself is a broken language? Or rather the shards of numerous languages held together with duct tape and gum and a whiff of imperialism. Its usage is always in flux, always evolving as speakers adapt it to new circumstances, and those adaptations become dialects in and of themselves. There is no one English language.
I teach high schoolers, and I'm consistently struck by the growing chasm between the kinds of English I can speak and the kinds of English they can speak. And technically my job is to train them in how to use American Standard English and read literature written in American Standard English, but really I find that pretty limiting.
Take the tone of this response, for instance! The more I've leaned toward trying to articulate these complicated issues of language, the more formal my speech has become. Contrast that with the first paragraph, where I'm trying to get across this awkward earnest admiration for the extra effort required of some fans just to engage in fandom, and so I ended up using more casual phrasing and emojis in a way that (hopefully) conveys a certain warmth and self-deprecating humor and whatnot.
If I were to leave a comment on a fic that blew me away, left me in a state of awe or delight or anguish—just a puddle on the floor—I'd find American Standard English quite lacking. Downright restrictive. The unique jumbled babble of fandom-speak functions on breaking the standard rules in order to evoke an intensity of emotion that meets the demands of the moment.
Another thing about commenters who really commit to throwing the rules out the window in favor of vibes is that I get such a strong sense of personality beaming through. A distinct voice that's generated, an intense impression of there being an individual on the other side with a particular shape. And there's something delightful about that.
...I suppose this is all a very roundabout way of saying that if there's anywhere to just unleash, vocab and mechanics be damned, where it's more than okay to string together whatever words you can in service of how you're feeling, it's the AO3 comment box. 💛
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Now that it’s been a week since I've watched Roald Dahl's Matilda: The Musical, here are all my thoughts (as someone who loves the musical and played Bruce once):
THE BABIES SINGING IN THE OPENING NUMBER WAS THE CUTEST SHIT I'VE EVER SEEN
The cast was INCREDIBLE!! Emma Thompson was terrifying! Stephen Graham and Andrea Riseborough were hilarious! Lashana Lynch was so endearing! AND I WANNA SEE ALISHA WEIR IN MORE STUFF BECAUSE SHE ATE IT UP
I want to give credit to the makeup team for Trunchbull's makeup because even though I knew it was Emma Thompson, they did such a good job of realistically transforming her into someone else. Her appearance wasn't a joke in the same way that it is in the musical. Her character in the stage version is definitely pretty misogynistic and transphobic because they play into her masculinity by having a man play her. Here, it's just a way of adding to her character, but it isn't what makes her scary.
All of the changes worked so well in adapting it for the screen. It wasn't just a copy-paste (couch cough everybody's talking about jamie) Examples of the changes that really worked:
Getting rid of Michael Wormwood. It makes sense since the Wormwoods clearly hate kids.
Giving Lavender a pet newt (very Chekhov's Guncore)
Including telekinesis throughout the whole story instead of just showing it a few times in the 3rd act. This includes Nigel asking Matilda if she has TK, Matilda messing with the doors in the cake scene, exploding the chokey, THE FUCKING CHAINS
Having the Spain news earlier in the story, causing a catalyst of events. Matilda is enraged, she sings I'm Here, she explodes the chokey (which was BONE-CHILLING), it gives Trunchbull a reason to make more chokies, and now Matilda is so emotional that she can take her powers to the extreme with the chalkboard and the chains and throwing Trunchbull out the window. All of this gave much better pacing in the story and made it all connected.
Having more scenes outside of the classroom (the cake scene and The Smell of Rebellion) and putting Ms. Phelps' library in her car. It's quirky and also gives them an excuse to put the storytelling scenes in pretty locations.
Giving Ms Honey a bike while her co-worker had a car, foreshadowing her being poor.
Putting Matilda's bedroom in the attic made so much sense because the Wormwoods obviously did the bare minimum for their child.
The students' drawings in Ms Honey's cottage
SO MANY FANTASY SEQUENCES! BRUCE!! WHEN I GROW UP!!! QUIET!!!!
All of the kids were so adorable (and ridiculously talented!)
The storytelling sequences!!! Interweaving it with the real world worked so well, like Matilda making it a real story for school but also clearly using it to cope. And putting them in a real circus made me more empathy for the Honeys, which lacked in the stage version because it always felt very thrown-in to me. Like, I genuinely got nervous during the stunt with the dynamite. It also made "I'm Here" even more emotional. Carl Spencer was amazing as Magnus and I teared up a bit. Also the parallels of I'm Here vs My House, helping Matilda put the pieces together.
The new song wasn't my favorite but it was a really nice finishing touch. Even though the circus at the school didn't logically make sense it was so fun
The only things I disliked: I wanted more of the already incredible stuff. More of the Wormwoods, who were absolutely hilarious, especially Mrs Wormwood. I really missed "Loud" (though removing it helped with the pacing). I wanted a bit more of Bruce (they didn’t give him the high note in Revolting Children 😭), and I would've liked Ms Honey to be a bit more affectionate with Matilda.
Anywho I want snort this movie like cocaine
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Begin Again
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Jake x MC Fluffy One Shot
Words: 2.8k
It’s Jake’s first day at his new job. His nerves are getting the best of him, but MC knows just what to say and do to get him out of his head. A new beginning, the promise of peace and safety.
The ending of my story made me want to return to these two. While I prepare for my sequel, it was fun and peaceful to write something fluffy again! It’s more tooth rotting fluff and romance! I hope you enjoy it 🥰❤️
Jake
His inner critic was very loud that morning. It was desperately trying to save him from making mistakes, but all it gave him was anxiety, doubt, and misplaced shame. The man looking back at him in the mirror was not the one he was accustomed to. Gaunt, grey and terrified was how he used to look. A specter in human skin who lived in the shadows. Now, a glaze to his eyes spoke of a kinder life and peace, but the harsh line of his tensed jaw and the frown between his brows gave away his fear. He could hear her padding around the kitchen as he finished brushing his teeth and rinsed his mouth, ensuring his hair wasn’t too unkempt before he left the sanctuary of the bathroom to gather his things. Today was no ordinary day. He was starting his new job, the first in five years and one he was semi-confident he would excel at, but his social battery worried him. Would it hold enough charge for an eight-hour workday? He wasn’t entirely sure.
She insisted he spend the night so she could see him off on his first day, and she woke him with his preferred black coffee and two slices of buttered toast. His stomach was a nest of snakes, and she seemed to know he couldn’t stomach anything else. It had settled him somewhat, and her tender, loving touches and smiles helped more. Still, there was a definite tremble in his hands as he packed the forms he had filled in with his shiny new bank details and hunted for his favorite pen, which he found tucked behind her ear as she entered the bedroom to see how he was getting on. She gave it to him with a sheepish smile, and he chuckled at the pink flush on her cheeks.
“You look like a professional.” She teased, eyeing his freshly pressed shirt and black trousers.
“I don’t think they’d appreciate me turning up in a hoodie and jeans,” He said.
“Hmm, they don’t know what they’re missing.” She laughed but quickly stopped as she sensed the tension in him.
“Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re about to be sick.”
Jake swallowed hard, head shaking as he drew in a tight breath, “I’m... terrified. What if I fuck it up? What if they find out what I did? What if-”
“Jake. Breathe,” Her hands were on his shoulders as she looked him in the eye, “Let’s try something different. What if none of that happens, and you love it? What if this is what you need to finally feel safe? You won’t know for sure until you’re there. Don’t ruin it before you get started.”
He knew she was right, but there was an iron band around his chest and a dead weight in his feet that kept him rooted to the floor. He didn’t want to let her down. Wanted to build a life with her, and to do it, he needed a job, and he was very aware of all the ways it could go wrong. Taking a steadying breath, he shook out his tingling hands and nodded, hoping he looked braver than he felt.
“I just hate being scared of everything. It makes me feel useless, weak,” He admitted in a whisper, watching as her brows furrowed. That spark ignited in her eyes, the one that always appeared when he was being too hard on himself.
“I’d be more concerned if you weren’t anxious or nervous. It’s normal to be afraid of something new, especially after what you went through. But Jake, the only time you can ever be brave is when you’re afraid. It doesn’t make you useless. It makes you strong and courageous because you’ll do it in spite of your fear.”
There was nothing but stolid belief and conviction in her tone as she stared up at him, a soft smile on her plush mouth, and he knew she was right and he would adapt like he always did.
“How do you always know the right thing to say?” He wondered aloud and she winked, pushing up on her toes to kiss his cheek before turning to leave the bedroom. Her response was tossed over her shoulder before she walked out the door.
“I just say what I wish people told me whenever I was afraid or anxious. And I know you better than anyone. You just needed someone to remind you who you are.”
Shaking his head, Jake didn’t question it or the calmness she left behind as he zipped his work bag shut and carried it through to the living room. She was waiting for him, a coy smile on her lips as she handed him a lunch bag and ducked her head. His heart swelled and warmed, touched that someone wanted to take care of him. Her quiet care for those she loved was the most beautiful thing about her. He tried to open it, but she stopped him, a note of alarm in her voice that made him arch a brow.
“Wait until lunchtime to open it. I could barely close it; it’ll explode all over the place, and you’ll be late if you don’t hurry.” She rambled, not meeting his eye, and though he wanted to question her, she was right. He had to leave.
“Thank you. I’ll let you know how it goes when I get home. I love you.” He murmured and kissed her softly, smiling into it as she sighed happily.
Parting with the promise of spending another night together, Jake grabbed his car keys and belongings and headed out the door. She stood in the doorway waving and grinning as he backed out of her driveway and onto the main road, beeping the horn before he steeled his spine and followed the GPS to his new workplace. The drive seemed to pass almost instantly. Like he blinked and he was there, he hoped the day went by just as quickly. The parking lot was already filling up, and he had to circle it a few times, his heart rate climbing higher with every turn. Once he found a parking space, he double-checked he had all he needed and got out of the car, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket as he walked toward the building. Pulling it out, he saw her name and smiled as he opened it.
MC: Good luck, love. You’ll smash it. I’ll help you forget all about it tonight ;-)
Jake: Thank you. Enjoy your day, and I’ll hold you to that. :-)
He turned it off as he entered the building, schooling his features into what he hoped was a welcoming smile as he approached the front desk and gave the receptionist his name. The kindly older woman grinned at him and directed him to his floor, handing him a passkey with his photo, name, and title already on it. Security analyst. It sounded very official, and he couldn’t help his wry chuckle as he took the elevator to meet with his boss. If Jake from two years ago could see him now… He’d barely left the elevator when his name was called. He recognized the man’s baritone voice and whirled to face his new employer. His name was Harvey. He was a sauve and perfectly put-together man in his mid-forties. His suit must’ve cost at least a couple month's wages. Jake felt like a boy around him but knew it was in his head as the man gestured for him to follow him inside his office.
Once he was seated, Harvey gave him a lengthy rundown of all that was expected of him and how desperately they needed his help and expertise. It was overwhelming, but he managed to stay on track and digest the urgency of the situation. Jake nodded and asked a few questions, mainly listening as Harvey explained the flaws in their systems and the temporary patches they had in place. It would not hold forever, and Jake’s job was to close all holes and ensure everything ran smoothly. He was being paid handsomely for it and knew he could do it. It was the human aspect of the job he worried over, but he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. There was no point in borrowing problems from the future when the present held more than enough to keep him occupied. His boss seemed to deflate with relief when Jake told him the ideas he’d already had. Still, he wanted to get familiar with the systems before implementing anything. Harvey was amenable to that, and soon, they were on their way to Jake’s new office. An office. His time spent in dingy motels while searching for Hannah felt like another life as he surveyed the room. 
“I’ll let you set yourself up and get a feel for it. If you have any problems or questions, call my office. We’re glad to have you here.” Harvey said with a smile.
Jake thanked him again and returned his goodbye as Harvey closed the door and left him to it. He slumped into his new chair and blew out a breath as he turned his computer on and signed into his work account. He soon forgot to be nervous as the familiar feel of the keys under his fingers and their comforting clacking filled the quiet room, reminding him of being at home. Working on his laptop while she flitted around the house or kept him company. The morning passed in a blur of very little in the way of progress, but he learned a lot more than he thought he would take in on his first day. The size of the company was an issue. As was the fact employees took work laptops home. That wasn’t his problem yet, and he soon began compiling a list of the most glaring, dangerous issues. He sent an email containing his findings to his boss, checked the time, and was surprised to see it was already lunchtime. He didn’t want to leave the safety of his office and decided to eat there for the day at least. Socializing could wait until he got his feet under him.
Signing off for the hour, he reached under his desk for his lunch bag. He set it on his desk, carefully opening it as he remembered her strange demeanor earlier that day. He was smiling as he saw the effort she went to. Along with his well-filled sandwiches were a bag of chips, three energy drinks, and a bunch of his favorite snacks. His chest felt tight and pleasantly warm as he sent her a quick text to let her know how much he appreciated her. He was happily eating a sandwich when he pulled the bag of chips out to add some to it and saw the note at the bottom of the bag. His heart kicked up as he picked it up and read it.
No matter what your silly brain tells you,
you are excellent at everything you do and can do this.
I am so proud of you I could cry.
You have strengthened me in my weakest moments.
I plan to always do the same for you.
Don’t forget how happy you make me.
Enjoy your lunch.
I love you.
His vision swam as he read it again and again. She was always surprising him. He never knew what was next with her, and he liked it, no, he loved it. She shook him out of his rigid numbness and convinced him he could have and be more. She was a balm to his every wound, and he knew she felt the same about him. He saw it in the way she went soft around him, all smiles and gentle kisses. Even when they disagreed, she was never cruel or harsh. She stood her ground, made her argument, and always listened to his side. They were a team, and he was doing this job to make sure that the life they dreamed of came true and she never had to worry about him again. He barely tasted his lunch after that, time passing swiftly as he thought of everything he would say when he got home.
The rest of the work day went as quickly as the morning had, and Jake felt lighter and more sure of himself as he closed everything down and left his office. Harvey wished him a pleasant evening as Jake poked his head into his office to say goodbye and thanked him for the opportunity. He was in his car and on the road home within minutes, music blaring, and the window rolled down as the sun made the tarmac shimmer. Fresh air filled his lungs, and he breathed much easier now the day was behind him. She would already be finished work, and he knew where she would be as he neared her house and slowed to turn into the driveway. Seeing the side gate was unlocked, he knew his hunch was correct and hurried out of the car to find her. Her garden was half-wild and half-tamed. Long grass and tidy borders filled with carefully selected plants and flowers. Birds chittered in the trees lining the back of it, and she was on her knees before a flower bed, hair tied back in a messy bun as she pruned the rose bushes. Their sweet scent hung heavy in the summer air as he approached and admired her in her element. 
Bees buzzed around the flowers as he announced his presence so he didn’t frighten her; their fuzzy jackets were weighed down with pollen as they jumped from bloom to bloom. As she turned to him and saw him smiling, her shoulders relaxed, and her eyes softened as she got to her feet and took off her gloves, tossing them on the ground as she came to him. No hesitation, no second guessing, she invaded his personal space and gave a satisfied little sigh. Her arms wound around his waist. She smelled like earth, grass, and roses, a fragrant perfume he wished he could bottle. 
“Well, how was it? Was anyone mean to you?” She laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and shook his head.
“It was... good. I think I’ll like it there. And no, cheeky, they were nice.” 
“See, I knew you would do great.” She said, watching his face for any sign of discontent and finding none.
“I especially enjoyed the food you packed for me,” He hedged, delighted to see a blush creeping up her neck as she avoided his eye.
“Did you now?” 
“I did. Someone left me a really encouraging note. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” 
She shrugged, eyes twinkling as she said, “I haven’t the slightest inkling. What did it say?” 
“That you are proud of me and love me. Some other things too, but I don’t want you to get any redder than you already are,” he teased, kissing her forehead as she hummed and cleared her throat.
“I suppose it’s all true... Tell me, did it help?” She asked, and he nodded.
“It did. Thank you, you’re far too good to me.”
She shook her head vehemently, “Nope. None of that. You’re more than enough for me. If I have to tell you -”
He laughed as he cut her off with a kiss that made her melt into him and clutch his shirt in two tight fists. He would never tire of kissing her. That he was able to whenever he wanted felt like a gift, and he would not waste it, not for a second. He’d already spent years of his life as a ghost, he refused to do so again. The feel and scent of her were all he knew as he possessed her mouth and knew this was where he was meant to be. They were only at the beginning. There were so many years and opportunities ahead of them, and he could choose the things that made him happy, not what kept him free of his pursuers. That was the most exciting thing of all, and he couldn’t wait to make mistakes that wouldn’t end his life or put him in jail. Just wanted to make those normal mess-ups that one could learn from. He hadn’t been able to do that in so long. It felt silly to look forward to such a thing, but he knew what life was like without it, and it wasn’t worth it. The world was theirs for the taking, and he knew they would make it to whatever end they wanted. Together, always together. And whether the weather be frost, rain, or sunshine, they would be each other’s shelter. It was a vow he was only too happy to keep.
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Thank you for reading! And if you reblog or comment, thank you so much for that, too! I am so grateful to you. I hope you enjoyed it 🥰❤️
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Platonic spider x male reader who is kinda like experimental reader except he has black tattoos all around his body and long at hair that reaches his back and stuff, reader has adapted nicely and has a life style like the navi but stays in solitude trying to use the materials in pandora to become as advanced as the stuff on earth, and until spider comes along they both get attached since there is no other humans and teaches spider how to play chess and tells stories of Norse mythology (I really like them :))
𝖠𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖾! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼. 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟤.
IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER!!! I went with school on a trip for a week and later on, I had lots of exams, homeworks and projects. So I apologise again, and I hope you like it. ♡
꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ
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After living with Spider for several months, you were just like his father. He had thought of telling you about his father's thing, that he is a clone and so on, but he never found the right moment.
Right now Spider was observing how Kiri was taking care of Lo'ak's wounds, he got a huge kick in the ass, anyway, Lo'ak.
- Do you want some kisses on the wounds? - the human approaches the Na'vi turning his head. The blue being simply replies with a - Fuck u man, I fell down because you told me to go to the right, was it an evil plan to dislocate my neck? - Kiri rolls her eyes at her brother's assumptions, which were not very coherent. Spider simply played along and they continued to argue. Until Kiri decided to make the conversation more interesting.
- Spider. - the boy looks at Kiri, Lo'ak just keeps quiet. - When do you plan to tell you-know-who about your father? - Spider tensed and looked to the side.
- Don't know. I never find the time to tell him, I just don't know how he's going to take it… - Spider looks at the ground, Kiri and Lo'ak look at him already knowing what to answer.
- Y/N is the most understanding and intelligent person you can find, do you really think he won't understand you? -
- Mmh. I wish Dad was like that with us… - Lo'ak whispered quietly, Kiri and Spider remained silent.
- I'll see what I do… - he changes the subject quickly, he'll figure out what to do on the way, after all they are right, why would you get angry or upset? - Anyway, Y/N has taught me how to play chess. And wow, it's really hard to beat him. He's too smart. - sits just the brothers and they listen, the Sullys love to hear Spider when he talks about you, his eyes sparkle and he's always smiling, they're glad to know you make him so happy.
- What's the game about? - Kiri asks with a smile and Lo'ak while still in his bubble.
- It's a board with squares. Each opponent has eight pieces and it's about eliminating the other's pieces. His pieces are from… Mmh - shit, names of cultures, he always has trouble remembering the names. - Ah! Yes! Basque, Basque pieces. I like those, they're shaped like humans. He also has the Nordic chess ones but… it's harder. - Lo'ak looks at Spider with an annoyed look on his face. - I'm learning! - Spider pushes Lo'ak's shoulder, just like Kiri he just laughs. Spider had so many things to comment on, he almost forgot the most important thing. Your advanced technology projects with Pandora's natural materials. - Mmh. Do you guys know if any of Pandora's materials have the ability to produce energy? Like humans do? - Kiri and Lo'ak looked thoughtfully at the human. They knew about your projects and wanted to help you, so sometimes they indirectly ask their grandmother and parents about powerful materials, then tell Spider and he tells you. - We'll ask Dad later. - Spider got up and said goodbye. The brothers said goodbye and looked at each other, they understood each other at once, they know you will appreciate Spider's honesty.
Spider, on the other hand, was nervous, he started sweating and didn't know whether to tell you. By the time he realized it, he had arrived at your sweet abode. There you were, sitting there waiting, reading a book, next to the chessboard. You looked at him with a warm smile, he was happy to see you glad and sat down across from you. You started the game, Spider was concentrated from the beginning but little by little he got more and more distracted, he looked so worried that he was sweating. That's when you stopped. - Spider. Are you okay, little one? - you ask him and put your hand on his arm, Spider just looked at you static. His hands were sweating and he was stuttering.
- I-I have to tell you something… I should have told you when we first met, but… it's hard, it's hard even for me to accept. - You answered with a nod and sat down next to him. - My real father is Quarich Miles. My real name is Miles Socorro. Spider is the nickname I got from the Sullys. I'm sorry to tell you now and ruin the moment, but- - you cut him off. It didn't matter to you, it was shocking that he was the son of the most psychopathic person in Pandora, but Spider surely isn't like that. You knew he would never be like him.
- It's all right. I don't care, I'm still going to love you. Because you are my boy. Miles or not Miles, you are who you decide to be. - You tousled his dreadlocks and Spider hugged you with all his strength, he was thanking Eywa for sending you into his life.
The day went by, you were in your hammock with a small blanket. You told him stories of the Vikings, Spider listened and ran his fingers over your black tattoos.
- Freya is the one you like the most? - Spider asked tracing the tattoos.
- That's right. - Spider asked "why?" - She was manifested by humans because she brought regeneration and freedom, as well as fertility, love, lust and beauty. - Spider looked at you with encouragement to keep talking, so you did. - She has wavy golden hair and brown eyes, her skin is as white as snow and she also moved around with a chariot pulled by two big cats: Trjegul and Bygul. She also had a boar, Hildisvini, which acted as a protective talisman in wars. She was a warrior and in her palace, in Asgard, she sheltered half of the soldiers fallen in combat.
- It's very you, that's why you like her so much. - The young boy chuckled under his breath and yawned. - Now… let's go to sleep, I'm exhausted. - You nodded and cuddled together, until you both fell asleep.
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Adapted Headcannon just for you: Bepo's Clan seeing Law and going "Has protected one of ours for 13 years, strong, loyal, a doctor... obviously we Keep him" with the "Bepo *cannot* hide how into Law he is, even when he's not around" variant.
Bepo's Mom and Aunt share a Look after Bepo waxes eloquenently about his captain. One month later, Law rocks up to Zou. Everything is wrecked from Jack's attack. But after the Strawhat Alliance discussion, Shachi and Penguin are like:
"Just to warn you, Bepo's Family are asking about how long it will take for him to make an honest man out of you."
Bepo is super nervous.
Law's ex-Catholic ass, whose been too busy with vengence to reevaluate some his assumptions about the world, is like: "wat?"
"They want you to marry Bepo."
"That's and *Option!?"*
How fast they get married is a function of "Right the fuck now" vs. "But he deserves a *Proper* wedding!"
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please....thats an awesome idea
its cute as hell to think of minks as more trad so i love it to death, also lmao @ "law's ex catholic ass" TRUE
wahehe im sure bepos fam can arrange it nice and quick :)))
crying at "that's an option?" he was too busy to think of frivolous things like that but it being suggested out of the blue like that WHUH YES OFC HE WILL (law getting caught off guard but in a Positive way is wonderful)
thank you for this idea i love it
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WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN PIT BABE IS ABO
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How did I walk into UNTAGGED ABO IRL this hAs to be a first for me.
I mean, I understand they might've not wanted to market it like that to start a drama, or mAybe I'm just plain stupid and this was public knowledge but anyway here are my thOughts
Imma quote my favorite BL of all time and say "It cOuld be Extraordinary" I mean, it really could.
I believe the first episode was just to set the scene for the show, but let's address specific points
I WANNA MAKE IT CLEAR THAT I DIDN'T READ THE SOURCE MATERIAL THANK YOU
1. The ABO
Let's get this out of the way we knOw it's a difficult topic, and my main concern with it was that they would adapt some random ass manga/manhwa just to establish a bullshit dominant vs submissive horny dynamic that ended up in a very polemic mpreg.
But I encountered either a 'hot omega' - 'dorky alpha dynamic' where both have issues with their second sex traits (specially pheromones) or an alpha-alpha relationship with the same issues, which could lead to a bUnch of social commentary using the ABO social hierarchy.
Apart from that, I believe using those resources for the first big ABO production might have been a good call to ease the general public into it and not dwelling on the full nesting-marking-knotting and whatnot. I mean, it probably might never reach the full power of the genre, but if it works it might crack the door open for this.
2. The story itself
I had this discussion with my best friend (who has recommended me most of the ABO I've read) and we came to the conclusion that this feels like watching something straight out of AO3 fanfiction where the characters are clearly already established (bc the characters come pre built as they're based on ActUaL people) so the point is just telling this story full of made up violence, mafia, infatuation, possessiveness and desire. I kind of love it??? I am obviously not judging it as an ordinary BL, but for what it presented on the first episode it really could be great. I love how we have been introduced to a character like Charlie that will not just be this helpless boy that gets thrown around, he has more agency than we thought.
3 Production and stuff
Oh I love cars and stuff that goes fAst and slicked back hair and blue vs red and ALL the cliches, and I feel like it's done well. We could hate on kinnporsche for many things but it rOse the standards for commercial production. It also has really good actors whose previous work I've seen and liked very much. I also really applaud them for taking this shit seriously, bc many people half ass their acting in strange situation and that shows professionalism.
4. the more I think about it the more I'm excited for the show, and that's bAd because I'm building expectations and that nOt good so here are some point that require attention.
The ABO. This will be an issue until the lAst second of the show, because the way that it is portrayed will be perceived as a direct representation of the whole genre, so they ought to be careful.
The ABO agAin.. what parts are they gonna portray and hOw, because the main couple is not the only one, so I want to know how they will present an (explicitly confirmed) omega and how it will play into the social hierarchy . They already introduced scent and pheromones, and they did it tastefully, so kudos on that.
The ABO.. I'm kidding.
The story, this story might play into some kind of toxic and violent stuff that is becoming a bit problematic for certain audiences, and as I say.. problematic shows and up in problematic situations, so how I want to see how it plays out. But the fact that Charlie is giving 'morally gray that could end up falling' vibes and that gives me hOpe.
The discourse it might start. Oh this world can be a hot mEss and people could start a whole ass battle as this genre that usually was counterculture territory is now brought into this context.
Shit I'm way to nervous about this show... PLEASE IF YOU KNOW MORE let me know, I want to discuss and have a better opinion on it. If you need to call me an idiot in the process I'll take it.
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elle555 · 6 months
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placements in my birth chart that just make sense⭐️
🫤virgo asc- now this one I relate too in some parts well mainly I’m only a teenager a still need too grow into my rising sign but also I guess I don’t pay attention too my characteristics that much lol. But I am definitely critical of the smallest things and notice everything and anything, perfectionist especially when it comes too something I love , I have a very awkward/shy appearance at first , definitely that RBF🤭gets nervous and anxious over the smallest situations no matter what it’s literally my biggest annoying trait about me. I also tend too over analyze things especially people because their energy gives it off I also am very and I mean very adaptable no matter what which I think is a good trait every one should have , plus I make good conversations with people but I’m not that approachable but the few friends I do have yea I’m also I am very resourceful and can find anything out in a second.
SCORPIO MOON- this is definitely the most controversial moon sign apparently and I see why from some angle firstly I am a easily jealous person and holds an insane amount of grudges (going to therapy for that) and I have issues being fucked over in friendships mainly. But besides the negatives about scorpios I am loyal and trustworthy of my friends and always supporting them no matter what and always be by their side , I communicate and expect reciprocation because a friendship should be 50/50😁. Also I resonate more with my moon sign because it sounds more like me in so many ways like I want a deep and emotional connection with people I always like being a safe space for someone plus I always feel the need too have control over everything even my overthinking 3H moon things♏️.
taurus sun- let’s see I fit every stereotype loll… nah but most do what I read about taurus is so me literally I love food , being by myself , chilling doing absolutely nothing and equality along with keeping everything together and stabilized. I value my alone time and being with the people I love even my expensive taste in clothes , shoes basically anything materialistic and I hate people who tell me what to do constantly it’s makes me slow down even more , I am hardworking and my main goal is too work and get $$$$ too afford my expensive lifestyle. I am very mellow , down -to- earth and realistic asf I hate people that play dumb or just oblivious to their surroundings it’s ANNOYING😐.
10H MERCURY IN GEMINI- let’s just start off by saying I am a chatterbox when I’m around people I feel comfortable with literally anything and everything will have my talking for HOURS. I legitimately can sit and talk about shit I don’t know most of the time like it’s something I’ve been doing , I make no sense and make lots of jokes and very versatile with my conversations no topic makes me uncomfortable at all😄. I also can be judgmental when people talk because some people just sound dumb when they talk it’s like no way these people are REAL???!! I also when I talk filter what i say at times or how I say it but for the most part I am blunt and realistic with I’m saying which I think everyone should do , I also love teaching or guiding people with knowledge or fun facts it’s my strong suit and makes me feel good.
1H virgo Saturn- bruhh all these years I’ve wondered why I’m so insecure or don’t like being in the spotlight that much or just had so much self doubt and now Ik why😭🧍. I am overwhelmed by how I look or how I am dressed or my appearance, I make everything a 2 hours makeup routine because the slightest bit of overthinking has me like “ok I have too look good”. But I’m also an achiever and have some sort of self confidence and too myself which I think is good and I am assertive when I need to be.
Uranus opposition ascendant- no wonder why relationships give me the biggest cringe because I can’t stand be told what to do or have my freedom monitored every time I go somewhere. I am attracted or drawn too strange and weird people and strange/eccentric are drawn to me ig😭plus I’m surprised I have this aspect because I am a committed type but at the same time give me my space and freedom dawg I find being independent in a relationship is so hot and attractive.
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The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader – The First Time HC's
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Warning: 18 + Strongly Suggestive /Sexual Content / Strong Language / Crosshair's Part a little rougher
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The Bad Batch Guys with a female virgin reader, making first time experience.
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Hunter:
Angsty? Insecure? He's probably the right guy for you. He may be animalistic through his heightened senses, but he's more in control of himself than any of the Batchers, and better than anyone, he senses what's going on inside you, sometimes even before you realize what you're actually feeling.
He is patient, sensitive, ready to adapt and wait, step by step to take things slow until your ready. Besides, he also likes to spoil, foreplay will take away any fear anyway because your mind will be completely taken by his touches. He is gentle and wild at the same time, very quickly found out what you like best and spoils you accordingly.
When you are ready to take the next step, he will lie over you, his eyes dark with desire, his heart beating at least as wildly as yours. He will look into your eyes, and gently ask, "Are you ready, Cyar'ika?"
Your nervous nod will not be enough for him.
He smiles, but you can see how taut his hard muscles stand out under his tanned skin.
"Tell me, Mesh'la," he prompts you.
He waits for your confirmation before lining himself up with your moist heat and starting to advance very slowly. The batchers are all pretty richly endowed, but don't panic, Hunter is attentive, taking his time, talking softly to you, it takes him quite a while to sink into you, but it doesn't matter, as mentioned before, he has incredible self-control and lots of patience, especially with those he cares about.
"Are you alright? Are you feeling okay?"
You shiver ever so slightly, it's not fear, more like nervous tension.
Hunter kisses your face and tells you how fascinated he is feeling with you, how great you are doing this for him. He kisses you and caresses you until the trembling stops and you begin to loll under him. Only then does he move inside you, always attentive, orienting himself to your reactions. Whoever might have told you: "Orgasm for a woman experiencing her first time is unlikely", is proven wrong by Hunter that night.
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Echo:
Fuck me, this guy is so cute and soft! Nervous? Absolutely unnecessary. Echo is a total softy and has become much calmer and more reserved since the Citadel anyway. It is quite possible that you will have to approach him if you are interested in an intimate encounter.
He will smile at you, "With me? Really? Oh Mesh'la, I'd love to."
When you tell him it's your first time, "Oh and you chose me? I feel honored Cyar'ika"
He's a little excited himself, after all he likes you at least as much as you like him and he wants you to feel comfortable. These were not just empty words, he is truly honored that you trust him so much, that you really like him so much that you want to share this experience with him.
Take your time, be prepared for lots of gentle touches and caresses, Echo is in no hurry, on the contrary, he enjoys and explores, loving and curious. He's been out of the game for some time, he needs to slowly feel his way back in and wants to do everything right. Firstly because he likes you so much and secondly because he feels honored to be your first and, he hopes, last man.
You've been touching and kissing for a while but you suddenly get cold feet? No problem, this is Echo we're talking about, as far as you're concerned he's probably got the gentlest soul in the galaxy.
"It's okay, Mesh'la, don't stress yourself about it, whenever you're ready".
If you take the next step, he will most likely pull you onto his lap while sitting. This way you have more control and he hopes this relaxes you a little more. Also, he can take you in his arms, hold you close, be close to you and help you a little with your movement. If you're to shy to just do it on your own, riding him, let him help you, he loves to. Echo has a weakness for sensual, tender sex.
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Wrecker:
He is cuddly he is sweet and affectionate. Maybe you are in bed, he caresses you gently and kisses you and you feel his erection (which, by the way, is almost scary big) through the fabric of his blacks on your leg.
You realize he probably wants more but you haven't talked about it yet. You are quite aroused as well, Wrecker's big, strong hands are actually much more dexterous than you would like to believe.
Nervously, you share your little secret with him, admitting that you're scared, especially since you've already felt how well hung he is.
Wrecker laughs softly and strokes your cheek.
"There's no need to be nervous, there are so many other ways to give each other intimate pleasure without actually having sex, we don't need to rush into anything, mesh'la".
You blink, still looking at him nervously. Again you hear him laugh softly.
"You do like it when I caress you between your legs don't you?"
You nod, yes you actually liked that a lot.
"Okay well, we can evoke this feeling in other ways" he told you with a smile and turned on his back "Come, hop on".
Questioningly you look at him.
He smirks "You see the bump in my crotch?"
Sure, no one misses it.
"Sit right on it. Don't worry, it won't hurt you or me, you can leave your panties on if you want."
With heated face you comply with his request. It's a tingling, arousing sensation to feel his powerful, hard length between your legs, albeit through the fabric of his blacks and your panties. Gosh he is huge and hard!
He reaches for your hips and gently gives you a rolling motion and you feel what he means, the friction, makes aroused wetness creep into your panties. You will sooner or later rub against him without restraint until your arousal has soaked your panties and his blacks. He'll praise you sweetly and lewd the same time.
„Look at you, my pretty girl, ridin' me so good, hmm yeah mesh'la, rub yourself on me with that sweet little cunt“
And your two climaxes complete the little mess, your arousal has already made and he's grinning at you.
"See, there are plenty of other things we can do before we think about penetrative sex."
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Tech:
is very likely still a virgin himself. Before he met you, he had some curiosity about sexual contact, but never really had the courage or genuine interest to really try the thing out. After all, he was able to have a hand in it himself.
But now you are a couple. He's not even sure exactly how that happened, at some point he couldn't stop looking at you and felt lonely whenever you weren't around. And then there was an unexpected kiss and now the two of you are lying together in his bunk, half naked, cuddling and kissing and in the back of his mind similar nervous things are going on as with you, but then again not, because actually he is still prepared in a way.
By the way, Tech is the only batcher (aside from Echo) who has provided condoms and doesn't automatically assume you'll take care of birth control.
As I said, he has gathered tons of information and of course wants to use it. Most likely, before he penetrates you, you will have had several orgasms and already feel limp. Tech has actually applied some of the things he has read to relax you. He tried the principle of friction and satisfied you without penetration with a vibrator, licked your clit and gently fingered you with scissor movements.
After he has made sure that you really agree, he brings his hard length to your entrance and you already feel so fuzzy from the orgasms that you are not really nervous anymore. Tech is probably even more nervous by now, although he doesn't really have anything to fear, but what Tech is most afraid of is not being enough or failing. So it's not wrong if you show very clearly how nice the orgasms he gave you were and how comfortable you feel under his touch. Strengthen his self-esteem a bit.
One thing you can count on, he will be tender and always anxious for you to have fun. Apart from that, the more your relationship progresses, the more courageous and experimental he will become.
But back to the actual situation.
He's absorbed in you, you're lying in front of him, he's sitting between your thighs, your abdomen gently raised on his lap. He stares down at the point where your bodies merge and his cock twitches in your pussy.
"Mesh'la, I don't have any experience yet, so I don't know how long I can keep this up...."
Tell him that it doesn't matter, after all he has already spent himself preparing you and that was already wonderful. It's the truth.
He will try hard, but probably cum before you. Caress him, kiss him, hold him close to you, don't let him get up immediately, otherwise he will retreat in shame, because in his eyes he has failed. Take away this nonsensical thought, he loves you and wants to please you, he deserves that you take care of him when he feels incomplete.
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Crosshair:
Really? You chose him for your first time? Brave.
Okay most important rule, tell him you're a virgin. He's used to women being nervous around him, he won't automatically associate that with virginity. if you want him to be soft, at least the Crosshair kind of soft, tell him.
He won't exactly handle you with velvet gloves but he' s definitely more considerate now that he knows you have no experience and your nervousness is of a different nature. He fully enjoys being in the role of an experienced mentor.
The first thing he teaches you is what a safeword is and how it works. At this point, at the latest, you're probably nervous.
He will lick you out, finger you, massage you, tease you, just to watch you squirm while experiencing things you have never experienced before. He enjoys that. And as long as you don't say the safeword, he won't stop.
Be careful, his teasing can drag on for a long time. At some point you will be about to burst into tears, only then he will release you and let you cum.
He will kiss you and praise you, tell you how great you did, he is gentle and nasty at the same time, in a way.
When he's above you, his hard cock already lined up at your pussy, he talks to you, his raspy voice unusually calm and gentle.
"No need to worry, don't tense, kitten, realx, I won't hurt you".
He will kiss your neck.
"Now stop your nervous trembling, mesh'la, you got this and I got you".
As he slowly starts to advance inside you, he looks at you, watching your face and you can't help but return the look nervously. You feel him sink deeper into you and your thighs tremble.
He stops.
"Kitten, realx, it'll hurt when you tense up so much, you are getting trighter and thighter.... usually I wouldn't mind but, believe it or not, I don't wanna hurt you."
He will kiss every patch of bare skin he can reach and praise you, compliment you on your skin, your scent, the warmth of your body, the sounds you made for him as he licked you.
Meanwhile, he will slowly advance further and eventually become completely sunk into you. It's exhausting for him to hold back, sweat standing on his forehead.
"See, told you you got this, look at you, such a good girl, takin' me all in".
He will be gentle at first, but as soon as he notices that you have relaxed a bit, he will grab and take you the way he wants you. Don't worry, he'll still pay attention to your pleasure too, if only out of pride. Sex is only good when you can satisfy not only yourself but also your partner.
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